Friday the 13th carries heavy baggage. Bad luck. Broken mirrors. Black cats crossing paths. The number 13 itself has been feared for centuries—unlucky in Western tradition, sacred in others. But what if the date isn't cursed? What if it's chosen —a reminder that the most powerful things often arrive on the days we're told to fear? For me, March 13 has never been unlucky. On March 13, 1997, I stood in my Arizona backyard and watched something massive, silent, and unexplainabl