We begin part 6 in the Quebec encounter series with a synchronicity. Charles cries a lot about his experience, over and over. For days following the event, he is inconsolable. The experience metaphorically has cracked open his head and broken his heart. The world is no longer what he knew it to be.
What made him so fearful is not necessarily the cones of light in the field, but the object, the ‘tube,’ or machine, as he calls it, which appeared like a UFO on its side. It hovered with circulating O-rings along the rim. It did so near his weeping willow tree. There it is. A tree related to crying. In English and French--saule pleureur –it’s the same meaning.
(The willow above is a majestic example, but not not the one from Charles backyard.)
What follows is a diary, one week in Charles’ life in the aftermath of the encounter. Remember the early morning incident took place on March 28. Over the week covered, beginning three days later, his life has become dominated by that event. The week begins with a visit to his parents and ends with a surprising encounter with a pharmacist.
Thursday March 31, 2011
As soon as I’m home from work, I have a strong feeling that I should delete all the photos of the tombstones I’d taken at the graveyard. I’m seriously concerned that those photos could be linked to all the strangeness that had occurred. I feel a presence in my house. I want to be sure that everything that might attract them is cleaned away, that nothing in my possession will link me to these unseen beings. I cannot stand the fact that these things exist – whatever they were.
That evening, I visit my parents and right away, I start crying and ask them to listen carefully to what I have to say. Later, my mother declares that she thought I was going to announce that I had cancer. She also says my eyes are not the same as usual, but rather dull and that my pupils are very large and dark. They stayed like this for about two weeks.
I am relieved that my parents believe me, and they’ve helped me ever since. We discuss the matter every time we meet. They always ask for details.
Saturday April 2, 2011
I want to find out what happened during the missing time. So today, I have an appointment with a hypnotherapist. Helene refuses to come with me. She is too afraid. She doesn’t want to know.
I tell the therapist that I am not consulting her to forget my experience. Even though it’s difficult for me to live with this new reality, I tell her that I want to relive everything that I missed when I blacked out.
Unfortunately, the session does not go well. She fails to hypnotize me. She tries to take me back to the wrong day and time, plus I am disturbed by noises inside and outside her office. At least, I am able to close my eyes and get some rest for awhile. I feel more secure. I have someone guarding me while my eyes are closed.
Monday April 4, 2011
I am home early from work. It’s raining and I wonder if Henri, the medium, will show up for our appointment. The phone rings. It’s the neighbor, Erica. She says her cousin, Henri, called to cancel the visit because of the rain. However, she says if I want, I can give him a call. After dinner, I decide to do so.
The first thing he says is that he wants to meet on Friday, April 8. Then he launches into more talk about his Beings of Lights. He tells me they were constantly sending him messages of love, and also messages about future disasters. Finally, he starts talking about what happened in my backyard, and still he insists they were angels of love.
That’s it, too much for me. I get mad and ask him, “YOU, Henri! Have you ever seen what I saw?” He says no.
I tell him that if they are as good as he says they are, can he explain to me why Helene and I both have so much pain or pressure in our heads, and why we have a lack of energy? If they are really angels of love, they would have done no harm.
Wednesday April 6, 2011
I feel the need to get out of the house. After dinner, I decide to visit a friend in the nearby city. However, before I arrive, I stop at at a drug store. I still have the prescription the colon surgeon recommended I take before the test. I decide to get it filled.
While I am waiting for the prescription to be filled, I look for some nonprescription medicine to help my wife and I relieve our headaches and help us sleep. We both still feel a constant pressure in our head and cannot sleep more than two consecutive hours.
An employee comes over and asks if I need help. I tell her that I am looking for a nonprescription medicine to help me sleep. She replies that I should talk to the pharmacist when he finishes with my prescription. She goes to tell him.
A few minutes later, the pharmacist approaches and asks me how he can help. I tell him. “Is this for you?” he asks.
“For both of us, my wife and I.”
“Have you thought about marriage counseling?” he asks.
“No, no all is well between us. We don’t need counseling.”
To my surprise, he says, “You could use counseling.”
My eyes started to get wet and I tell him, “No, we can’t because we know we are not crazy. Counseling will not help.”
He looks carefully around and moves closer. He whispers: “Tell me, where did it happen? Inside or outside the house?”
I don’t respond. What is he talking about? Does he know? How could he?
He repeats the question.
This time I say, “Outside.”
He looks right into my eyes and whispers: “You know, the UFO phenomenon is real and many people are aware of their existence.”
He takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and writes someone’s first name and a phone number. “Call this person either tonight or tomorrow. Tell him that André said that you should call him. He will help you.”
Then he picks a bottle of Melatonin off the shelf and says, “This will help you and your wife get some sleep.”
I leave the drugstore with my prescription and the Melatonin, plus that piece of paper. I’m speechless, and I’m no longer in the mood to visit my friend. I get in my car. I’m so exhausted. I start crying. I start the car and drive home.
