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In part 7 of the Quebec encounter, an eerie, melancholy pervades. An invisible presence stalks Charles. He feels that his house has been infested with something evil, that it must be cleansed. He’s literally living in The Castle of Otranto.  Has something attached onto him from his trip to the cemetery (part 1), is it something leftover from the encounter with the cones of light…or could it possibly be a combination of the two?

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When I arrive home, I call the number the pharmacist gave me. No one answers and I don’t leave a message. I start feeling  frightened all over again. How could the pharmacist have found out? What did he see, what does he know? And who is this man he wants me to talk to?

But it’s not just that matter. I sense a presence beside me. I cannot explain it, but it is there following me. I’m more receptive now. I hear weird sounds and see dark shadows. I am haunted in my own home.

I am very scared. My mind and my reason cannot deny it. Something is nearby, with me.

I sleep in the basement. I feel more secure because I keep some lights turned on. I cannot sleep upstairs. Helene sleeps with all the light turned off.

The next day, April 7, I go to work as usual. I still have that huge pressure in my head. I lack energy. All that is happening to us is draining me. All I am doing is thinking and thinking. I must be dreaming. This cannot be possible. What have I done? Did I allow something bad to come into my life? Again, I am thinking seriously about suicide. What disturbs me though is that I keep wondering what or who would be waiting for me on the other side.

At 9:50 a.m. I decide to call the man named Jules, the one the pharmacist recommended. I close the door of my office and punch the number. This time he answers. I greet him and say: “André gave me your phone number and said that you will help me.”

I feel emotional and don’t where to begin with my story. But before I say anything, he tells me to take a deep breath. “I know what you saw—UFOs. You have to be aware that you are not the first and you won’t be the last. It happens every day. I won’t let you down, but you are in shock.”

I told him briefly what happened, and told him about the medium, Henri. He said, “Are you a believer? Have you got faith?

“Now I do. No doubt.”

“Faith is your only weapon. You know what you must do. Clean up the house and tell them that they are not welcome. They have to leave.”

“What about the medium?”

“Mediums are very sensitive people. He is really in communication with those beings of light, and he is probably not a dangerous person. But considering your condition, you should stop talking to him.”

With that, Jules said he had to end the call. “I am a microbiologist working in Montreal. That is all the time I have for you this morning, but I will give you a call this evening.”

Five minutes later, I call the priest in my hometown. I did not identify myself. I ask him if I could stop by later for some holy water.

He laughs a bit, then says: “If you want holy water, all that you have to do is to come to mass next Sunday.” Then he hung up.

I am mad at him.

After work, I go home and tell Helene about Jules and about what he suggested we do, and also what he said about Henri.

The phone rings. My wife answers. I hear her say: “Well, why don’t you ask him? Here he is.”

She hands me the phone and whispers: “Erica, the neighbor.”

Erica sounds very nervous. “Henri just called me a few minutes ago. He wants to know if tomorrow is still good for you for his visit.”

“Erica, tell him to stay away, that I do not want to see him. Tell him that I think he opened up the wrong door. He thinks that he is connected with the good ones, but they are lying to him. So they  must be the bad ones.”

She asks why I don’t call him myself and I tell her that I want no further contact.

“I know what you mean,” she replies. “It is kind of strange. I don’t like getting his phone calls and having to call you. But he also wanted me to tell you that he has something very important to tell you concerning your family.” After a moment, she adds: “I just hope that you are not mad at us. You are good neighbors. What have you seen exactly?”

“I saw something that I wish did not exist.”

Later in the evening, Jules calls me. I am very exhausted. I tell him about my phone call with the priest and the holy water.

He says: “You do not need holy water to clean up the house. Your faith is good enough to kick them out. You are strong enough. Go to every corner of your land and mark your property. Place a shield in your mind on all your property.”

I ask him how much André the pharmacist had told him before I called. He replies that André did not tell him anything. “He is my brother-in-law and very open minded because of personal experience. He is aware of their existence.”

We talked for half an hour and afterwards I felt better knowing that a pharmacist and a microbiologist don’t think I am crazy.

However, by Sunday, I am feeling that my faith is not strong enough to get rid of this presence in the house that I feel wherever I go. I am so afraid of mirrors now. I feel like another dimension is in there. I feel like something is going to come out.

I decide to go to church, but not in my hometown. I drive to a nearby city. I’ve brought along an empty plastic bottle, which I’ve hidden in my jacket. After mass, I ask an old woman who helped with the ceremony if I could have some holy water. She was very kind and when I took my bottle out of my jacket, she said, “You may take as much as you want. This is free and you may come anytime you want more.”

Back at home, Helene is lying on the couch with a cold water towel on her forehead. She complains of a headache and the constant pressure that I also feel. I immediately go to the basement and pour a bit of holy water in my hand, touch my forehead with it, and drink a bit.

Spot is nearby so I pour more in my hand and let the dog lick it. I pour more in my hand and touched his head. Then I bless every room by throwing drops of the holy water and saying: “Get out of here. Leave us alone. You are not welcome here. We want to live in peace…in peace with Jesus Christ, our only lord.”

I go upstairs and did the same thing in every room. Then I pour holy water in Helene’s hand and tell her to rub her forehead. She drinks a bit as well.

I go outside to every corner of our land and even to the sheds, kicking the bad ones out of our property, blessing and making a protective shield against them.

Later that same day, my wife and I start feeling better. The headaches and pressure on our heads ease off.

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.