SETTING CONTACT
FRANCE, Aix-en-Provence, 1975 (24-year-old)
Since I have been in this university town, I am intrigued by the presence of an imposing block of stone. Dazzlingly white, it stands out clearly against the blue sky. Alone, it marks the advance of a landform movement that overhangs the city, a few kilometers away. I meditate for a long time on this strange rocky promontory.
One day, I am internally enlightened. I feel an attraction. Driven by a desire to communicate with these so-called extraterrestrial individuals, I look for a Survey map of the region. On my balcony, I check it out. I locate the access to this block. It is called the “Colombier”. A small path leads to the foot of the hill. I go there, to the outskirts of the city, on the Tholonet road, the painter Paul Cézanne’s road. I recognize the path, having memorized the route of the map. I walk slowly to conserve my breath, the small, steep and stony road. It ends in a cubic building with many windows. I carefully walk past the house. I come out on a clearing. Far too close to the house…
I continue discreetly to make myself anonymous. Thanks to a runway surrounded by thickets, I identify, after two hundred meters, an ideal place for a landing. It is a clearing, forty by sixty meters,relatively smooth. This platform perfectly meets my expectations. All around, no one, no more homes. I stand on top of a small plateau. On both sides, there are wooded valleys. Alone, a healthy young pine tree stands in the center of this space. This is where my first night outings will take place.
It is Tuesday March 18, 1975. In the middle of the night, I go to the meeting place for the first time. My breathing becomes fast-paced and my gait jerky. The steep road gets darker and darker. What might be my surprise in defying the unknown?. It could be dangerous, even very dangerous. No matter the risk, I cannot back down. I’ve decided to find out the truth. I must seek it. It is not by staying quietly at home that everything will be revealed to me. Above my head, the sparkle of the stars diffuses a soft light. They are there. I stop contemplating them. I’m comforted by the idea that they are there, in the far distance,these certainly intelligent beings, much better than us. They may hear me and come without fear, get in touch with me. I’ve chosen to know what is hidden. Too bad if my body suffers the consequences. From time to time, I stop to listen to the silence. Then I look behind myself, on the lookout for a possible nuisance. I remain irretrievably alone. That’s good. My presence in these places remains under the seal of secrecy.
Arrived at the house, I silently apply each of my steps. Like a shadow, in the dim light, I pass it without being noticed. Between the two clearings, during the progression through the dark forest, inexorably, the grip of anxiety tightens its grip. I finally reach the sought point. Despite my involuntary apnea, a state of sweet bliss invades me. I try to blend into the natural setting, the only way to go psychically unnoticed by belligerent forces, if they exist. During these moments, all kinds of magical thoughts, buried inside me, resurface. Finally, here I am, I’m coming.
I place myself in the area of bare ground. Above my head, the magnificent star constellations burst out in the sky of Provence. I can see far away on the ground, other lights, those of the city and of some isolated mansions in the valley. My peace of mind allows me to concentrate better under the heavens. I notice that I am at the center of the platform. It would be better to move away as soon as possible, so as not to interfere with an alleged landing.
I stay in half-clarity, without daring to leave the clearing. I fear that from the dark woods will emerge, a form borrowed from an unspeakable horror. Suddenly, a terrible cry tears the night apart. My heart is shrinking. Instinctively, I take refuge near a tree. It’s just the hoot of an owl. And I was afraid of it…
What time is it?. One o’clock in the morning. I have to go home. During these three hours of mental listening to the depths of the universe, absolutely nothing happened. Friday March 21, 1975, I repeat my experience from 9:30 to half past midnight. Certainly supported by self-confidence, but little reassured in this terribly disturbing blackness, still oppressing my breath. I am forbidden to rest. The stars remain there, present, immutable. I keep staring at them for endless hours. I meditate, attentive to the slightest signal, waiting for a response to my telepathic calls.
Even with the best intentions, absolutely nothing happens. Friday April 11, 1975, desolation in the soul, I go one last time to the foot of the Colombier. Will the well-known saying “never two without three” be proven true?. Standing under the heavens, I respect silence one last time, facing the total unknown, my head stretched towards the heavens, without ever weakening. It is eleven pm. Now everything will be accomplished. It is unbearable for me to think that there cannot exist, in the depths of the universe, other civilizations more advanced than ours. These do not fail to observe us. My convictions falter. No doubt I am not worthy of interest. A feeling of sadness overwhelms me.
I feel small, so weak. Defeated, I am about to give up. Suddenly something is happening right now. High in the sky, I believe to detect something like a luminous veil disappearing as quickly as it appeared. However, I cannot be sure. This cannot constitute conclusive evidence for me. Perhaps a natural cause, or a weakened vision, some brain disorder could have been the cause. Consumed by doubt, I maintain my mental emission towards space. I prepare for any sign sent by them..
Suddenly a feeling of emptiness invades my occipital region. My head tilts even more. It turns inexorably towards a star with remarkable brightness. Isn’t that Arcturus?. I will identify it afterwards. In a state of unreal perception, passes between us, a luminous spot embracing the dimensions of a half-moon. Then it faints as if it had cut the sky. At the same time, I mentally perceive strange consonances in number of three “ante”, “ole”, “ma”.
- Ah.. That’s it, I succeeded.
I clench my fists. I brandish them to the heavens. I’m talking to these extraterrestrials:
- Thank you Lords for what you have just done, thus rewarding me for my efforts.
What a fantastic revelation this luminous passage! Was it a spaceship approach, seen too quickly?. I only saw a bright halo, without a porthole. Now I have to come back to reflect in these privileged places. In the future, it will be necessary to communicate with these intelligences. From now on, the doubt that was anchored in me, dissipates. Certainties replace it. Excited by such evidence of interest, I return the following nights. Twice I observe the same phenomenon. Bright spots very quickly cross the star-studded sky. Then they disappear into the night.
Added to this is an incredible finding. Two shooting stars crossed the night at each of my mental formulations. On Thursday May 15, I notice two small bright spots, as well as a third very small one. In addition, like the first time, a small yellow ball crosses the sky at high speed.