The soul gives a person wings. What if a person had wings? Many people know about the winged man in Primorye

How many films have been made, how many hits have been sung about this unattainable ability for humans - to fly on wings. Who doesn’t want to flutter under the clouds, fly towards the wind, squinting contentedly from the sun’s rays? It is not surprising that this idea kept Leonard da Vinci, and not him alone, from sleeping. But what if a person had wings given by nature itself? Let's see what kind of animal this would be.

What would people with wings be like: interesting theories about flight

So, let's turn on the imagination: here you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and spread your birth wings. What happiness! Here's what you would look like from the outside:

Mother of God, do not let us see such a person! If the thought ever pops into your head, like, oh, if only I had wings, this is just my pipe dream, then remember this miracle and cross yourself quickly, otherwise they will actually grow.

Although, perhaps, they are already fluttering somewhere near us, because these semi-mythical photos come from somewhere! They supposedly depict people with real wings. But for the sake of fairness, let’s make one correction. There are presented “people” of very small size, more like some kind of tiny ones than like the average person. If nature were not faced with the task of lifting a carcass of at least 40 kg into the air, then perhaps we would theoretically look prettier with wings. And with our given data, we will not become fairies, nor cute angels.

Let's say thank you to nature, which did not listen to the nonsense of unreasonable people and did not give us wings. You were right, and we’d rather fly in a wind tunnel!

When a mysterious object crossed the sky over Mount Vernoy, Illinois, on the evening of April 14, 1897, more than a hundred residents, including Mayor W.S. Wells, observed him, and subsequently gave testimony.

The press described this event as follows: “...This something was shaped like the body of a large man, which floated through the air and electric light. Its body was definitely black."

Articles and reports from the military and police about “flying creatures” that resemble people in appearance and their physique are quite rare even among anomalous phenomena, although they make their way into the special and even periodical press. A man with wings was once seen over Brooklyn. It happened on September 18, 1877, or so the New York Sun reported on September 21.

Photo of an unidentified black creature with wings on a bridge taken in 2003

It is believed that this is the no less mysterious Mothman

And 3 years later, a similar message appeared in the respected New York Times newspaper: “In the sky over Coney Island, on September 12, a man with bat wings was seen. Its hind limbs resembled the structure of frog legs. It was flying at at least 300 meters altitude and heading towards New Jersey. This creature could be easily seen from the ground."

In 1947, the Russian writer V. Karsenyev told a story that happened on July 11, 1908. It was officially published in his book. There he talks about his personal experience of living in the Sikhote-Alin mountains, not far from Vladivostok.

“Once in the mountains, during a period of prolonged rains, the rain suddenly stopped, although the temperature remained relatively low and water mist crept over the river waters. And then I noticed a certain mark on the dirt path.

It stood out clearly against the background of untouched soil and resembled a clear footprint of a human foot. My dog ​​Alpha sniffed the print, immediately bristled, growled and rushed to scour the nearby bushes. However, she did not move far, and then completely froze in place. I stopped and stood still for several minutes. Then I picked up a stone from the ground and threw it towards an animal unknown to me. And then something happened that I never expected.

Another American shot of a creature with wings.

I heard the sound of wings hitting each other as they took off. Something large emerged from the foggy haze and flew over the river. A moment later, this something disappeared into the thick fog. And my dog, frightened, clung to my feet. After dinner, I told the man from Udehe this story. And he began to picturesquely tell me numerous stories about a man who can fly in the sky. Hunters, he said, often met him on their way. The Birdman leaves traces that suddenly disappear.” Arsenyev heard a great many similar stories and epics in those parts.

SHINING BEING

One night in 1952, US Air Force private Sinclair Taylor, while on combat duty at the Okubo military camp (Japan), heard the loud noise of a bird taking off (or the sound of wings). Looking into the sky, he immediately noticed the silhouette of a huge bird, clearly visible against the background of the bright Moon. When the bird flew over the private, he became noticeably frightened and disappeared into the guardhouse. The bird paused its flight, hovering in the sky and watching the soldier.

As the bird descended to the ground again, the private noted that the flying creature had a human body. Taylor later recalled: “She seemed to me to be more than two meters tall, if you take her from head to limbs. And the wingspan was not inferior to these parameters. I started shooting at the creature and used up almost the entire magazine of my carbine. Eventually, it began to glide toward the ground. There are no more cartridges left. And when the guard sergeant appeared to investigate the incident, he told Taylor that the same emergency had happened there a year ago.”

The following story about a flying humanoid belongs to soldier Earl Morrison from the security unit. This story came to the attention of the famous ufologist Don Worley, who later interviewed the private himself. Here the incident took place in August 1969 in Vietnam. The First Naval Division was based in the town of Da Nang. Three soldiers at once witnessed an extraordinary spectacle an hour after midnight. The soldiers were sitting near the bunker and chatting casually when they noticed a large bird in the sky: “At first it seemed to us that we were seeing a bird with a large wingspan.

We couldn't make out anything behind the wings. It was something extremely reminiscent of a large bat. The creature reminded me of a woman, a naked woman. I remember we still laughed about it. But it did look like a dark-skinned naked woman. In any case, the skin of this strange creature seemed dark brown in the moonlight. And the feathers were also very dark, almost black. And at the same time, this creature was shining, even blazing, giving off a green gloomy sheen.

At one moment it caught up with us. The wings were no more than 2-3 meters away. We stared with all our eyes at the creature, and it calmly glided over our heads, flapping its wings, not making any other noises or sounds.”

THEIR EYES WERE HYPNOTIZING

On January 6, 1948, an adult woman with a group of children observed, near the city of Chihalis (Washington), presumably a man who skillfully manipulated special tools, adjusting the equipment of mechanical wings attached to his chest. At the same time, he moved through the air in a straight (vertical) position.

On June 18, 1953, 3 residents of Houston immediately acted as witnesses that they all saw with their own eyes the landing of an unknown object in the form of a saucer. Three adult men at this hour of the morning were sitting in the shade of a small cafe located on the spacious terrace of a two-story building. It was very hot, and therefore the cafe visitors did not want to go out into the sun from the shady coolness of the terrace.

Then they all turned their attention to an unknown man who was wearing an unusual tight-fitting black and gray jumpsuit. On his shoulders, witnesses clearly saw some wings reflecting a metallic sheen in the sun. This strange person also had a cylindrical, rocket-shaped object. When he, slowly and without fuss, adjusted all this equipment to himself, the humanoid literally melted into the air within a few seconds, like an ephemeral vision.

Still, the most amazing facts are the stories of the Mothmans, who amazed and terrified the residents of the Ohio River Valley in 1966 and 1967. They were observed by dozens of eyewitnesses who swore and swore on the Bible to the authenticity of their words. Witnesses described the flying humanoids as follows: “These strange bipedal creatures had the physique of ordinary people. Perhaps only the chest looked more developed and stronger than in humans.

Their wings were very similar to the wings of bats. They folded easily so that they were not even noticeable. They were distinguished by their large eyes, which had a hypnotic effect: very large and shiny. As these creatures flew through the air, we heard a kind of mechanical buzzing. The sound came from them or their mechanics.”

Have you ever thought about your nature? Surely in childhood someone tried to test their wings. Now, I’ll speed up, run, run and wave my arms really hard and fly, adults just don’t know that you can fly. They forgot about it!

Life is so multifaceted that we often forget ourselves, who we are, where we come from, and what we can do!

All that holds us back is ourselves! Or rather, fears within yourself! They constantly whine to us - don’t go there, don’t do it, don’t do this, otherwise Vasya, Yulya, Petya, what would they do without you, and here are the parents, and here’s the work, who has to do it too? ?

All you need to do is fly to St. Petersburg for the exhibition! And a hundred stopcocks immediately slow you down! We need to start with the simplest! Go a kilometer, 20 kilometers away from your place, spend the night in another city. Of course, I want to highlight - my story is for those who want to change something in their lives. But if your priority route is refrigerator-TV-sofa, then this is not for you.

Most often we are not happy with something. I just don’t like it, whether it’s my job, my wife, my salary, my city, my country. Turn around and walk, fly, drive, and something will start happening to you! Start by at least trying a different route to get to work! Has it worked before? And How? Unusual? The fear of passing the right stop has not suppressed you?)))

So, we humans are free by nature! Society has come up with a lot of ways to pin you down! Previously, specialists were distributed from institutes with the obligation to work for 3 years in some Mukhosransk (sorry, this is literary). A person came, be it a village, a collective farm, started working, they threw him a bream in the form of some kind of free house, and then? Job? Yes, drink Vodka - lie on the ground? no, it’s boring, .. youth is rushing, and then, as luck would have it, a beautiful girl or a guy is in front of your nose, back and forth, and... a year later, a child, the collective farm gives a cow and voila, a man in a trap. Well, where the hell is he going to go - family, child, abandon everything, into the unknown back to St. Petersburg, Moscow, Novosib? and who needs us there? And fears crushed the man!!! Everything is a voluntary prison!!! Although nothing prevents you from taking a vacation, some saved up money and rushing to Moscow or Kazan, renting an apartment and starting living and working with whatever comes your way!??? No, you have to have wings on your back! And we have them! God created us in his own image and likeness!))) We just don’t remember this or don’t want to remember. We are free a priori!

It's the same with our consciousness! Here it is written in the instructions that you should do this and that, but like this? It is forbidden? no, it’s not that it’s possible, it’s just not prohibited! so what's up? Forward!!! Let's start with the fact that many people now have smartphones in their hands. Did you know that you can use them without a cellular network? haha!! No? I bet it didn’t even occur to you! But first of all, you have a receiver and a transmitter in your hands! And all you need is charging and frequency. Not everything is so simple, of course, but you can make a connection with each other within the home! Haven't you heard about the enterprise network? about the admin network? oh well, let's go!

So the most important thing in life for flying is to be able to use the wings that you have. Although other options are possible

So, to summarize the above, all the safeties, stops and limitations are in your head. I recommend choosing an action plan for yourself and taking off! Everything is in yours hands WINGS!

I was with you @tandemus all the best in peace and good day

All day I was haunted by a strange obsession. Or should we say “another obsession”? Because, to tell the truth, I have them quite often.

But this turned out to be the strongest of all: I had only to close my eyes for a moment - to think about something or even just blink - and a picture would appear before my inner gaze. Yellowish paper and bright colors, but the image was blurry and at first it was difficult for me to see it.

And then I decided not to resist. She sat down more comfortably and closed her eyes.

The picture immediately appeared in front of me in all its glory. The artist has a very interesting style: the contours of the figures are indicated in pencil, and everything else is outlined in broad, slightly sloppy strokes.

It seems that the picture depicted a field of cotton and people picking it, all in bright clothes, and also an almost cloudless sky, the sun... And it smelled of something incomprehensible - some kind of grass and a little bit of nutmeg...

Stop! How can a painting smell?

I tapped the nose of my inner Skeptic and again succumbed to obsession. The figures in the picture looked like ebony figurines, and for a moment it seemed to me that they were moving.

“That summer he went with his parents to India...

Well, everything is clear! What is an obsession without a voice in your head? It sounded like an old record. I even heard the rustle of its rotation.

I opened my eyes - more out of surprise than out of necessity - and the invisible narrator immediately fell silent. Carefully, so as not to frighten off the obsession, I stood up, closed the door of the room, put the cup of tea closer and closed my eyes again. Let him talk. Who am I to interfere?

I mentally looked at the picture again: the figures around the fire were dancing slowly and smoothly... Strange - they had just collected servants!

It seemed to me that I was watching a cartoon, and the voice of an invisible narrator was explaining to me what was happening:

I quickly answered and again, making myself comfortable, prepared to listen. An invisible record rustled...

“That summer he went to India with his parents,” the Voice began for the third time, sighing heavily, apparently gaining patience.

-...A new country, so interesting and mysterious, new acquaintances... But for a child who doesn’t really remember the old ones, this doesn’t matter. The more important thing was that they were going somewhere again. Or rather, they are leaving somewhere, and he will celebrate his birthday next week in an unfamiliar place, without friends, which, however, he managed to make few in his old home, in Africa. The boy was desperately sad and could hardly hold back his tears.

– You will definitely like it in India! Why are you standing there pouting?

India greeted them with heavy rain, loud voices and very colorful clothes of the people. His father took him, still sleepy, in his arms and carried him through the crowd of those greeting the ship: porters, onlookers, loud barkers and sailors.

True, he did not distinguish all this. He saw only the noisy multi-colored sea - its waves parted, letting them through, and closed again behind them. Frightened by this sea of ​​people, the boy pressed himself close to his father and whispered in his ear:

- Please, dad, let's get out of here, otherwise it will swallow us up!

In response, the father laughed loudly - pressing his ear to his father’s chest, you can hear the laughter being born inside him - and also whispered:

– Don’t worry, it won’t absorb you!

Then he suddenly blew into his ear, causing his son to shrug his shoulders and laugh from the tickling sensation in his head.

And then they walked and drove somewhere, and the boy fell asleep again, lulled by the road, the multi-colored sea and simply the movement that arose around by itself, without any of his desire.

The next two days passed in the usual bustle for the family: setting up the house, getting to know the neighbors and the new home itself. We celebrated our birthday outside in the garden - very beautiful and a little noisy. He was given many gifts, including a new friend - the Irish setter Carrie.

But now the house has been settled, acquaintances have been made, and the world is filled with the usual bustle that always accompanied the work of his parents. Mom was teaching the students. Father... well, the name of what he does is hard to pronounce. The son only knew that dad was building and designing something. He always imagined that his father was building palaces for kings. The parents were always busy, and the boy was left to his own devices for most of the day, which suited him quite well: after all, the child also had a lot to do.

Having woken up early, even before breakfast he climbed up the ladder into the attic, and then through the attic window onto the roof. The parents should have seen... (In fact, of course, they did, and the father had long ago built railings on the roof and strengthened everything that could be strengthened.) There the boy surveyed his possessions - where and what new things had happened overnight. After all, the night is so long... or is it so long? He was still confused about definitions. Moreover, like any smart child who constantly travels to different countries and cities, he was confused about definitions in different languages.

As always, it turned out that everything had changed overnight and there was an urgent need to check how much, especially since Carrie’s faithful squire and just friend, the setter, was already waiting for a walk. You just need to have breakfast.

and, God knows how, she got to India (at first he was sure that the wind brought her, like Mary Poppins), she absolutely couldn’t keep up with him and was terribly upset when she lost the boy again. Parents, accustomed to their child’s ability to instantly disappear but always appear on time, had to calm down the nanny and drink brandy. In the end, her father decided that his supply of brandy was not unlimited, so Susan became her mother’s assistant and at the same time something like a maid.

Waiting for the boy in the kitchen was Beatrice, a tall black woman whom he secretly considered a very powerful witch (she, in general, was one).

That day, he quickly devoured his breakfast (as usual, without even realizing what he was eating), grabbed a package of sandwiches and hurried away.

- Atta him, atta! – Beatrice’s cheerful shout overtook and overtook him already at the door.

She always saw him off on his way like this.

The goal today was interesting, as always. A hill appeared in the east, near his favorite ruins, and the boy urgently needed to find out whether it had always been there or had grown up overnight.

– Of course, it grew overnight! This often happens here,” Bea said with an extremely serious look at breakfast.

– Are you sure you’ll decide to go there on reconnaissance alone? Maybe it would be better with one of the adults? – the mother asked out of habit, knowing in advance that her son would go and not take anyone with him. The boy is already an adult and is not afraid of anything.

Mom looked to Beatrice for support. But the wise sorceress nodded to her reassuringly.

Bea has been with them for a long time. He was not yet born when the black woman appeared in their family. And she always knows everything. Including where the most necessary things go, which, you see, is very important when constantly moving!

And now he and Carrie were already flying towards the hill. He was flying, he loved these moments most of all - when you can run against the wind, your legs become so light, one more step - and you seem to soar above the ground!

He had already climbed to the top when he saw their.

Lying on the grass, having already caught his breath and sharing sandwiches with Carrie, the boy looked down in fascination.

There was a valley, and in it there were many dancing people.

They seemed extraordinary: very beautiful, looking like creatures from fairy tales - elves or fairies, only with dark skin. On their heads there are scarves of the brightest colors. Despite the fact that it was morning, twilight reigned in the valley and a fire was burning.

Having folded large shoulder baskets around the fire, people danced - easily, almost without touching the ground with their feet. And this dance without music, and a fire, and everything else sent shivers down the boy’s back. One of the women took a step, then another, a smooth turn around herself, a wave of her arms - and now she no longer had arms, but wings, and she took off...

– Did you see it, Carrie?! Did you see this too? – he whispered excitedly in the dog’s ear, pulled back, and then leaned down again, peering.

Now the next dancer soars into the sky, this time it is a man, then another and another, and after a couple of moments there is no one left on the ground around the fire. Fog falls over the valley. Dense and thick, like gray wool, it hides it literally before our eyes, in a matter of seconds, and only the dim light of a fire reminds of the mysterious dance.

Turning over on his back, the boy looked up at the multi-colored floating figures. They are so high that they seem like ordinary birds, but he is sure that there, in the sky, people (or who were there?) continue their beautiful and bewitching dance.

- And, of course, no one will believe me... Except Bea - she definitely should know! Her skin is the same color.

Carrie sneezed in agreement. The dog was probably very surprised too, which is why he lay so quietly.

- Mom, can people have wings?

- Certainly!

– Do they appear when a person becomes an adult, or do you have to be born with them?

– Wings give a person love and joy.

In the kitchen, Bea had already prepared milk and chocolate chip cookies for him. Resting her cheek on her hand, she waited, as she waited every evening, for the boy to come and tell him how his day went and what he saw new.

– You’re kind of quiet today. Did you see something strange or were you just tired?

- Bea...Have you ever seen winged people?

- I saw it.

- Do you also have wings? – the boy asked, not daring to tell her about what he saw in the valley, as if those people didn’t want it.

And for some reason it seemed to him that if he started talking, the bright colors would fade, like in an old painting.

- Eat. Everyone has wings. They are simply hidden deep in the soul and you need to be able to straighten them out. Whatever color your soul is, the same color your wings will be.

Bea grinned slyly, turned her back to him, and suddenly the boy saw her wings - a deep blue color. It was as if he had taken off his dark glasses, like the ones he had once borrowed from his dad to wear.

“You just didn’t know how to see them before.” Not everyone can do it.

- And I have these too? Can I let them out of my soul, like you?

- Don't know. Time will tell.

Time has shown...

The boy grew up. He saw wings on many people, but his own were somehow in no hurry to appear, and he simply spied on others.

First he came across a funny girl with disheveled hair sticking out funny in different directions. In fact, it was her hair that caught my eye first. And then he noticed her companion, who was telling her something. They stood on the balustrade of the palace in the ancient park where our grown-up boy loved to walk. Her wings were iridescent and transparent, folded like a cape; his is a thick black color and very heavy, but not threatening, but rather calm, simply catching the eye, like all saturated colors.

And one day he saw gray wings that looked like large pieces of dust. He thought that something must have happened to the owner of these wings, a dark-haired young man who was sitting on the ground, leaning against the concrete support of the bridge. And so it turned out: this guy lost his memory. He now lived under the bridge, and from then on our hero began to visit him often.

Sitting by the window in a cafe during heavy rain, he saw an elderly couple walking with a large umbrella along the embankment. Both had bright amber wings. People stayed very close to each other, and it was impossible to understand where her wings ended and his began, as if they shared one big sun cloak.

- This is the unity of souls! – he envied then.

And his mathematics teacher, a respectable gentleman in a gray suit and with a constantly stern gaze through thick glasses, had wings of a frivolous blue color interspersed with white. Like the sky with clouds.

When his sister was born, his mother returned from the hospital with emerald green translucent wings. And my father had been sporting terracotta ones for more than a year, which looked as heavy as those of that guy from the park.

“I wonder if those who wear these wings themselves know about them?” - he thought.

It’s easier with his parents - he just asked them without hiding. It turned out that they did not know what decoration their soul had awarded them.

His friend from under the bridge knew. He shrugged his shoulders - he thought that everyone had them, the owners had just forgotten about them. And he realized as a child that those around him, for the most part, do not notice other people’s wings, even if they step on them.

One day our hero met two girls leaving the slot machine hall, where he himself often looked. In one, with translucent rainbow wings, he recognized the girl from the park, and in the other, silver wings also shimmered with a rainbow border.

“Good friends, very close,” he decided.

But the longing for wings finally settled in his heart when he saw a girl with pearl-white wings. She passed by, and the melodic chime of either silver or crystal bells was heard.

- It happens? – he muttered, dumbfounded for a moment.

“It’s her earrings that are ringing,” muttered a friend standing nearby from under the bridge.

That same evening, at his house, they got drunk.

Or rather, the friend got drunk - either in longing for a lost memory, or because of something else, he did not want to tell. But our hero was not affected by hops at all. The friend had been sleeping for a long time, and he was still smoking by the window and conducting a silent dialogue with the stars, fate and a couple of spirits who accidentally overheard the conversation.

– Can’t sleep? - the friend muttered in his sleep.

- Yeah. I want wings. From India, you know?

- Certainly.

The friend, swaying, got up from the sofa, went to the window and with a sharp movement tore off the curtain. He shook it, raising a cloud of dust, and tied it around our hero’s neck.

- Here are your wings! And let me sleep peacefully - without your mental groaning!

- There was a telepath on my head! – he snorted, shrugged his shoulders and left the room.

Improvised wings trailed behind him like a dusty blanket. And again, as in childhood, he climbed onto the roof - only this time of a different, three-story building and for a different purpose. He spread his arms, took a deep breath and took a step down... onto the canopy of the second floor, where he had a kind of “nest”. There our hero fidgeted, getting comfortable, stretched with pleasure until his bones crunched, stretching first his arms, then his legs, arched his back like a well-fed cat, stretched his wings to the limit...

He jumped to his feet and tried to look behind himself, jumping funny. Wings! White, like the girl with the bells!

A crazy thought, knocking politely, appeared in my head and immediately took up all the space.

- Why not?

And, spreading his wings, he stepped - this time from the roof...

His friend was just looking out the window to shake the ash off his cigarette, and sarcastically asked, looking at him, swearing, getting out of the bushes:

– What, the glory of Icarus does not give you peace? You're flying too low!

– Is it even possible to fly on them? Or is it just a detail of clothing?

– It’s possible, only from a higher altitude. And they protect well from rain.

I opened my eyes, stretched and mentally thanked the obsession for a good fairy tale. Wings are wings, why not?

Sometimes they can just be given by a good friend. Even if you don't ask him about it.

Lostdragon5

If people had wings, how big would they be? [Duplicate]

I know that we will never be able to fly even if we have wings because we are not aerodynamic, but if we were. How big (length * width or area) should they be? I would like a clear answer or at least a metric equation.

Answers

WhatRoughBeast

Aerodynamics (if you mean lack of streamlining) is the least of our worries. I assume by flight you mean steady level flight with an air density of 5000 feet above sea level and a temperature of 20 degrees Celsius.

The two biggest problems are the mass and strength of the wing and the power-to-weight ratio.

Let's take the total mass of 100 kg as a starting point. Let's say half of this wing. Picture an airspeed of 15 mph, or 6.7 m/s, which is slightly less than the 20 mph produced by 10 hundred yards. The wingspan is 8 meters, allowing each wing to fold into 2.2 meter segments on the ground, and these are roughly comparable to the length of a person.