THE MEETING OF JUNE 6
FRANCE, Aix-en-Provence, 6 juin 1975 (24 24 y.o.
This is my ninth attempt to make contact. The sky is perfectly clear. Back in the clearing, I am nourished by the silence invading all things. I stare at the constellations. Then suddenly a shooting star passes.
- That’s it. They are there. Everything is fine.
Would this be an agreed signal?. I focus on transmitting by telepathy. Another shooting star crosses the sky horizontally. Then a third one in the same direction! My attention is maintained by these lines of fire, cutting into the dark of the night. A gracious presence invades me. Observed, even studied, I am not offended, quite the contrary. Then appears a light ball. It flies across the sky, filling my heart with a joy close to rapture.
What fireworks! Half an hour passes without me seeing any more significant signs. The latter are still inaccessible. Suddenly, at the zenith, to contradict myself, the shape of a spaceship stands out very clearly. Circular, three rear fins stand out clearly. This bright patch disappears magically. When it appears, I make gestural signals. I understand the futility of my action. The ship is moving far too high. It cannot understand my wish to meet. It responds to my telepathic broadcasts. Everything is happening so high… I would so much like to be there… Why don’t they land here, since no one can take us by surprise?. I conclude, tragically disappointed, that they will not contact me. They just deign to come forward to encourage me. Deeply upset by their attitude, I decide to simply cut off all relationship efforts. I address them in these terms:\
- Thank you for what you have done and for all that you show me at the moment. Though understand that I cannot conceive you consciously by such imprecise and distant events. I know you are beneficial to us, otherwise we would have ceased to exist, if not be enslaved. But what is the necessity of my presence in these places, if you don’t do anything real to explain it to me?. I see nothing in it here. If there is something to do later, you shouldn’t count on me anymore. So, adieu! No, rather “to the gods!” To you! “.
I raise my arms to the sky advancing one leg, as a sign of peace. As I am about to leave, something extraordinary occurs. No sooner have I turned my head that I notice a strange orange-red star above the rocky peak. I am not yet fully aware of this mysterious phenomenon. My ability to understand is inhibited by its focusing effect. With dizzying speed, the star falls from the sky, bounces on the ground, literally rushes on me. It metamorphoses into a large sphere three meters diameter. With my feet deliberately nailed to the ground, I must not in any way run away, whatever happens. The ball stops. The object rotates, thus presenting a dome. I hardly have time to specify this machine. In a very natural, but stupid reflex, I protect my face for a short time with my left arm, during its confusing approach. I imagined it was going to crash onto the ground and hit me.
However, there is no change in color or noise at any time, however small. The object, still in front of me hangs above the ground.At this moment my understanding signals this conscious extraterrestrial appearance, I don’t remember anything. The object moves back a few meters, very slowly. Suddenly, it rises to an altitude of three hundred meters, changes color several times, then departs horizontally at right angles. It disappears above the city. Even when the object is no longer visible, four whitish streaks remain in the sky. Everything happened so magically that I close my eyes, pinch myself, slap myself, in order to anchor myself in my body and my reality. If only, when opening my eyes again I find the traces left by the machine, I could acknowledge my observation?. I lower my head. Controlling the rhythm of my breathing, I clench my fists. Then, opening my eyes, head straight, stretched towards the sky, the impossible is imposed on my vision. The four pale trails, horizontal, parallel, are really there, present.
My state of mind, following this wonderful meeting, speaks for itself. A strange drunkenness invades me. For the first time in my life, I was alive, in full possession of my means, in a space-time belonging to the intersection of two worlds. I was the only witness to the irrefutable proof of its reality. What really happened during this meeting?. I do not remember anymore. Was there someone inside?. All I could know is that the ball can appear whenever it wants. Going back down the path, I saw it pass again, in the sky. What I took for a ball was actually the front view of a dome.