The weeping willow tree near where one of the cones of light appeared.
Here is part 3 of the encounter story from Quebec that began here. On the same day of the extraordinary experience described in the last post, Charles went to a see a colon surgeon, as scheduled. That, in itself, could be considered a synchronicity. Numerous abductees have described painful invasive procedures on their bodies, including rectal probes. Often these memories are obtained through hypnotic regression.
For Charles, there would be many more synchronicities, but also terrible anxiety and profound strangeness. We also hear from Helene and her surprising story as she recalls a previous experience with the mysterious cones.
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I arrived at the clinic that morning on time and while I awaited my appointment with the specialist, I kept thinking it was all only a dream, a bad dream, that it was impossible. It could not be real. I moved away from everyone else, looked down at the floor and cried. Finally, I met the doctor, filled out a questionnaire, and was given a prescription to take the day before the colonoscopy that was scheduled for April 26.
I returned to work and remained behind a closed door where again I cried. I did the minimum amount of work required. I was so tired. I had no energy. I left the office at 4 p.m. I couldn’t continue any longer. I picked up my daughter at college and drove home.
My daughter was not aware of what happened earlier in the day. I hadn’t told her, because I didn’t want to scare her. On the way home, she was talking to me about her day at school but I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt a constant pressure in my head and all I wanted to do was cry. Finally, Bridgette turned to me and frowned. “What is wrong with you, Dad? Aren’t you crying?”
As soon as we arrived home, I walked over to the patio door and looked through the window. I tried to evaluate the distance that thing that I call ‘the machine’ had been from the house before I blacked out. It had been blinking off and moving closer and closer and I figured it was about 150 feet away.
I moved to the kitchen where Helene was preparing dinner. As she met my gaze, I said: “And so?”
She looked confused, at a loss as to what I was referring to, as if she already had forgotten what happened, or couldn’t quite remember. “And so what?”
At that point, I was afraid her memory had been wiped clean and I was the only one who remembered, and that made it all even more frightening. “So this morning,” I responded. “You know, I woke you at 5 a.m.”
The look on her face changed instantly. “That was very special,” she said in a quiet voice.
“What was special?”
“The beam of light. The energy rising inside the cones. All the colors. All this energy at the bottom of the cones. It was all so special. It was getting brighter and brighter and was being pulled upward toward the top of the cones.”
“Do you remember hearing me ask you to look on the right side. I said: ‘Do you see the tube…can you see it?’”
She said that she remembered hearing me, but was too fascinated by the beams of light out in the field and said she could only count five of them. She remembered feeling hypnotized or paralyzed, then nothing. She did not remember how long she stayed there or how she got to the bedroom. But she felt as if she had floated through the air and was gently placed on the mattress. Instantly, she felt like she weighed a ton. Felt like the mattress was completely wrapping her. She fell asleep and woke up as usual at 7 a.m.
She felt very rested, which she found odd. She thought, How could I be so rested when I had a short night of sleep after all the interruptions? She had no problem getting to work on time.
Then a cloud seemed to clear from her mind. “Wait, don’t you remember, I told you that I had seen this same thing once before.”
She recalled standing beside her car watching them. She remembered thinking that she wished Charles and Bridgette were with her to see the spectacle. I asked where she was when it happened.
“I don’t know exactly, but don’t you remember? It was about two weeks ago on a Thursday evening. I got home around 8:30 and I told you that something scared me while I was driving. But you weren’t paying any attention to what I was saying.”
I told her that I remembered, but I thought it was about a deer crossing the road in front of her. “You are always afraid of deer, so I didn’t bother listening.”
Then she seemed to recall more about the incident. “I was alone on this country road that I take every day… and you know me, I always drive safely, keeping a watch out for deer that might jump out in front of my car. Suddenly, this strange reflection appeared on my windshield, a reflection of something strange, shaped like a muffin mold inverted with three inlaid red dials.”
She realized that the reflection wasn’t from something within the car, but from an object outside of it. Then she sensed a huge bright light moving very fast toward the side of her car. “I instantly closed my eyes and my whole body tensed. I was afraid and expecting to be hit by something coming toward me. For a moment, I thought that was it. I was going to get hurt.
“Then I opened my eyes and looked to my left, the side that the light was coming from. For a moment, I clearly glimpsed about 30 deer lying in a field. I thought it might be related to something going on at the army base a couple of miles away. Or maybe a lightening strike.”
The next thing she remembered was standing somewhere on a road, but she had no idea where. “I was alone, outside of my car watching those cones of light, exactly the same thing as we both saw this morning.”
Finally, I asked, “What if I didn’t ask you about this morning?” She replied, “Then I probably would’ve forgotten everything.”
A bit later, we all sat down at the table for dinner. I wasn’t hungry at all and I started complaining about this constant pressure in my head. I felt very depressed. The dog didn’t feel well, either. He didn’t come to me as he usually does when I come home from work. He stayed in the bedroom on the bed looking all the time toward the patio door in the other room. My wife said that he had not gone outside for pee since morning.
My daughter thought we were acting strange and asked what was wrong with us. We blamed it on the dog not feeling well and waking us up early in the morning. After dinner, I wanted to go behind the house to the field and take a look around. But it was already getting dark, and I was afraid.
My wife and I stayed up late talking about this experience. She comforted me. I was crying again, feeling frightened. But she was not scared or shocked by this event like I was. She even told me: “You know, what happened to us is exactly like if we had won the lottery. We were lucky enough to see something that others will probably never see in their entire lives. But the difference between winning the lottery and what we saw is that you can prove to people that you won the lottery by showing them the winning ticket. But with our experience, we have no proof and have no choice but to shut up.
I think I was more frightened than Helene, because she did not see what I saw. She focused on the energy beams in the cones of light. But I had seen the tube hanging in the air with the 0-rings, which was something different. I knew it was a machine, a vehicle, from outside this world– a UFO in my own backyard.
As the evening grew late, I became more and more depressed. I was linked with something that did not even exist in my mind or in my life the day before. I wanted to scream to people to be aware that such things exist.
I hardly slept at all that night. I woke up every hour. I was in the basement again on the couch with a baseball bat within my reach. I would wake up and cry over and over through the night. My life had become a nightmare.
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When Jack Froese died in June of last year, his family and friends thought that was the last they would hear of him. Then in November, peculiar e-mails supposedly from Jack arrived in internet mailboxes.
