“…and then, just as I was preparing to introduce the semblance of [redacted], a large flying organism entered the yard. At first, I could not understand what it was, for it seemed too large to be an insect, and was, in size, similar to a bat or hummingbird… as I followed it eagerly, astonished, I realized that it was a huge beetle; in fact, probably a member of »scarabeus. It glowed iridescently turquoise, and was about as big as a peach pit. I followed this prodigy with profound excitement and fascination, remembering the related story from Jung… but I have never seen anything like the creature I saw today, and I will remember it as long as I live. It’s arrival at that specific pivot in our conversation seemed impossible to diminish or dismiss… it was, in the old language, a living portent — a direct »embodiment of all that we were chasing together… a herald… and, perhaps, an ambassador… yet more, and more mysterious and momentous than any such idea could suggest.”

— an anonymous informant