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• 1973 The Start of the Questions
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA

  It’s normal to ask yourself questions in order to know who you are and where you are going. However, as soon as you begin to have answers, you start to ask yourself other questions.

  The first surprising event, something that I remember well and which drove me crazy, like a kid who is in love, was the return to school in 1969. We were all waiting for our mathematics teacher and he didn’t come. We had several lessons without him. The others were worried but not me because I couldn’t have cared less. All I was worried about was having once again my previous maths teacher because he was too good for me. Suddenly, a voice inside my head told me that a nice woman was going to come. It was in this way that I knew before the others what was going to happen. When the woman approached us, I was stupefied.

  
  Marie-Claude Loubet (Professeur de Mathématiques, Lycée Mignet, Aix-en-Provence)

  The second troubling event took place at the Point-a-Pitre in Guadeloupe. My school education had been very chaotic. I began when I was young, as an excellent pupil in Arcachon and ended as a real dunce. Arriving in my final year two years later than normal, it was necessary for me to pass my exams at the Baimbridge High school as they wouldn’t give them to me. I hadn’t worked and I was at a loss as to what to do. I was desperate and my parents had done a lot to help me. At that time, one thing which disgusted me was to ask for divine help. Divinity, seeing as I had never made the effort to approach it, I didn’t want any help from it. However, I felt that it was now time to do it. From the depths of my being, I called out to God to come to my rescue. At that exact moment, I saw the apparition of a large winged white horse. He said to me: Start at the beginning and I will help you. I didn’t know what was happening. Was it a dream? In any case, I had no other choice but to do it. Therefore, I took all of my school books since the fourth year in Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, English and my French books from the previous year because I also had to sit my French exam that I hadn’t wanted to sit the year before. I also took my driving test to relax myself a little. With the help of the teachers who gave me private lessons in Mathematics and Physics, my marks went from 2/20 to 10/20. I managed to pass my leaving exams by re-sitting and getting a good mark for Art.

  Now we reach 1972 and I was doing my training as a Reserve Officer at the school in Saint-Cyr Coetquidan of which one day I had had the immense joy of commanding 2 entire companies of 300 men for a military exercise and during the 14th July parade in Paris, then for 6 months of exercise in Lons le Saunier in an infantry regiment like Aspirant where I commanded two commando sections. During this year, I felt like I was being spied on by the invisible. Some rather surprising events took place but I am unable to talk about them as they involve real human characters. It is for this reason that in my memory, I remember having been given information, having had visions, having been warned of an accident and a lot more.

  

  (First on the left). When the time came to leave the regiment and return home to Aix-en-Provence, I handed over my military trunk at the railway station and at the same time, a voice in my head told me that on arrival I would see that it was stained red. This would be a way to prove that the invisible presence, that I had suspected to be all around me, was really there at my side without me seeing it. I decided not to mention it to anyone and to think it over.

  After a short time at the Science faculty as a student, I finished by cracking up and took refuge at home in deep meditation. For two years, I carried out an intense internal research with the aim of finding true divinity. I isolated myself for long hours of thought from morning to evening and sometimes while listening to Mozart’s requiem, Albinoni’s Adagio, Bach, Dvorak, Wagner, Ray Charles, Aznavour, and Leo Ferret continuously repeated every day. Without any external help, I plunged myself into the very depths of my being. My desire was to find GOD alone and without any external influence from anything whatsoever. One day, having managed several times to reach the limitations of deep thought, I saw a strange thing in the room with an eye which was watching me.

  At the end of this period of two years of meditation, I reached the conclusion that man had not invented himself and that whether there had been a natural creation or not, man could certainly not be the first. I therefore decided to contact my ‘Brothers in Space’.

  La Cathédrale St Sauveur à Aix-en-Provence où je me rendais souvent entre 1973 et 1978 pour faire le point dans le calme et la sérénité.

• The Meeting Place
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA
  Since I’ve been in Aix, I’ve always been fascinated by the presence of an imposing block of shining white stone, which cuts cleanly into the sky. All alone, it marks the start of a relief that overlooks the town from a distance of only a few kilometres. I concentrated my meditation for long periods on this strange protruding rock. One day, I felt enlightenment from within. I could sense a strong attraction. Filled with desire to communicate with those so called extra-terrestrial individuals, I looked for an ordnance survey map of the region. On my balcony, I plotted my position, trying to find the way to the block of stone. On the map it was called the Colombier. A little path led to the foot of the hill. I went there by leaving the town on a road that leads to the village of the Tholonet(route Cézanne). I recognised the path. I climbed the slightly steep path on foot. It came to an end at a small square building with many windows. I passed by the house with great care and then I discovered a small clearing but much too close to the dwelling. Due to being in a place surrounded by bushes, I was thankfully able to see an adequate landing place about 200 metres away. It was a relatively clear area of roughly 40x60 metres and there was a small platform of earth exactly where needed. There was nobody around and no more houses. I stood on the platform and all around were wooded valleys. There was a single tree in the centre of the clearing, a pine tree, and it was yellow and healthy. It was to this place that I would make my first nocturnal outings. I confided my intentions in Jimmy Guieu, a well-known science fiction author and UFO researcher. One day, during a meeting in Aix, I warned him that I would see something.
• First Nocturnal Outings
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA

  It was on Tuesday 18th March 1975. In the middle of the night, I went for the first time to the meeting place. My breathing and my stride became heavy because the little path which went up was getting darker and darker. How great was my surprise to be facing the unknown. It could have become dangerous, even very dangerous, but I couldn’t go back as I had decided to know the truth. I had to go and find it. It wasn’t in staying at home that everything would be unveiled. The stars shone above my head. They were really present. I stopped to contemplate them while simultaneously reassuring myself that up there, in the far distance, there were certainly some very intelligent beings, which were better than us and which might have heard me and would come and make contact with me without being afraid. I had chosen to find out what was hidden, even if my body were to undergo the consequences. From time to time, I would stop to listen to the silence. Then I would look behind me to see if someone were following me, but I was alone and that was a good thing. Nobody was supposed to know that I was there. At the level of the house, I crept silently by without being noticed. Between the two clearings, my fear increased even more as I advanced into the forest. I reached the platform, breathless and in some kind of serene state. Trying to blend into the natural surroundings was the only way to avoid being noticed by hostile forces, if they existed. For a short time, all kinds of magical thoughts swirled in my brain. Finally, I had arrived. I positioned myself near the area of bare ground. Above my head, magnificent star constellations shone fully in the Provencal sky. Around me and far away on the ground were other lights, those of the town and of several isolated houses deeper in the valley. However, I was sufficiently at peace to be able to concentrate under the night sky. I noticed that I was right in the middle of the platform. It would have been normal to move immediately to the side in order not to interfere in their proposed landing. Most of the time, I was standing in the half light without daring much to move to the side of the clearing. I was afraid that a horrible shape might jump out from the dark woods. Suddenly, a terrible cry sounded. My heart froze and I instinctively sought shelter near a tree, but it had only been the call of an owl. I had been very afraid.

  What time was it? One o’clock in the morning. I had to go back. During those three hours of mentally listening to the depths of the universe, absolutely nothing had happened.

  On Friday 21st March 1975, I repeated my experiment from 9:30pm until half past midnight. Certainly with self-confidence but little reassured by the terribly worrying darkness, my breathing was inescapably oppressed. The stars were there, present. I couldn’t stop looking at them for endless hours, concentrated, attentive for the slightest signal or answers to my telepathic calls. However, even with the greatest of desires, absolutely nothing happened.

  Friday 11th April 1975. It was with desolation in my soul that I went for the last time to the Colombier in order to prove that old adage “never two without three”. Standing under the skies, I respected the silence for the last time, facing the totally unknown, my head raised, without flinching. It was 11 o’clock and all was about to end. I wasn’t able to think that there didn’t exist somewhere in this huge universe, other more advanced civilisations which were watching us. I also believed it strongly. Wasn’t I worthy of their interest? This thought made me incredibly sad. I felt small and weak. Convinced that I was about to give up, it seemed to me that something had happened in a split second. High in the sky, I thought I had seen a veil of light which had vanished as fast as it had appeared. However, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t enough to convince me. Maybe there was a natural reason or a weakening of my sight or a problem in my head that could explain in. With doubt, I intensified my psychic thoughts broadcast towards the cosmos, asking for any eventual signs of evidence of their existence. Harshly, I felt an emptiness in the back of my head. My head tilted back and turned to face a brightly shining star, Arcturus if I’m not mistaken. In a state of unreal perception, I saw, between the star and I, high in the sky, a spot of light as big as a half-moon pass by. Then it vanished as if it had entered the vault of heaven. At the same time, I mentally perceived three foreign sounds: ‘ante’, ‘ole’ and ‘ma’.

  Ah… that was it, I had succeeded.

  I clenched my fists, raised them to the sky and then fell to my knees with tears in my eyes. Mentally, I addressed these extra-terrestrials.

  “I thank you, Lords, for what you have just done”, they had rewarded me and my effort. Then I got up. I walked several steps in the clearing. Everything was quiet. Nobody knew anything about what had just happened. There were no witnesses. I couldn’t stay any longer. With a more attentive eye, I saw another spot of light pass by a few minutes later. Although a little smaller, it crossed a large part of the sky. Heading back down the path, I thought about my fantastic observation. These passing lights were an extraordinary revelation. Were they part of a space craft seen very quickly? Probably, however, I had only seen a halo of light and not a space capsule. But in the end, I could no longer entertain thoughts of not returning to this place to pray. In the future, it would be compulsory for me to communicate again with these intelligent creatures because from this moment on, this niggling doubt was deeply rooted in me. Filled with enthusiasm born from love for these celestial beings, I returned on the following nights where I observed on two new occasions the same phenomenon of spots of light which rapidly crossed the starry sky and disappeared. Adding to this was an unbelievable observation. Two shooting stars appeared in response to my psychic demands. On Thursday 15th May, I remarked some small spots of light, a third one which was very small, and for the first time, some kind of yellow ball which crossed the sky at great speed.

• The Unforgettable 6th June 1975
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA

  It was my ninth attempt to make contact. The sky was perfectly clear. Once again I observed the silence in the clearing.

  There we have it. They were there. Everything was fine.

  There was an agreed upon signal between us. I knew that I could concentrate on sending my thoughts by telepathy because they had let me know that they were receiving them. Then there was another shooting star which crossed the sky horizontally, once again a third one in the same direction.

  My attention was drawn to lines of fire which stood out clearly against the night sky. I could feel a certain presence. As observed, even studied. I didn’t take offence to their actions, even the contrary. It was then that a small ball of light, which burst forth from the vastness of the sky, filled my heart with joy.

  What a firework!

  Half an hour went by without me seeing other closer signs. The last one having still been very high in space. Suddenly, as if to contradict me, I saw very clearly above me the shape of a space ship. It was circular, equipped at the back with three small wings. This block of light had just disappeared as if by magic. In its view, I my gesturing signals but I quickly understood that it was useless. The craft was far too far away to understand what I wanted. However, it was responding well to my telepathic messages. Everything was happening so high up that I too wanted to be there. Why couldn’t they land here where there was no one to disturb us? I came to the tragic conclusion that they had no intention of contacting me but that they had shown themselves to encourage my actions. I was angered by their attitude and I decided to break purely and simply any relationship with them. I directed my terms to those who were high up there. “I thank you for all that you have done and for showing yourselves to me at this time. However, you must understand that I cannot consciously conceive your presence by such imprecise and distant apparitions. I know that you are very good to us and that without such kindness we would have ceased to exist or would have become slaves. But what is the use of my presence in these places if you don’t do anything concrete to explain it to me. I see my presence here as being useless. If there is anything to be done later, do not count on me. Therefore adieu (to God), or rather aux dieux (to the gods), to you”

  I raised both my arms to the sky in a sign of peace. Then, I prepared myself to leave the place. That’s when an extraordinary thing happened. I had only just turned my head away when I noticed a strange orangey-red star above the hill in front of me. However, I still hadn’t totally understood this mysterious phenomenon. My ability to understand was inhibited by its focusing effect. With great speed the star came straight at me and became a large sphere with a diameter of 3 metres. I kept my feet voluntarily rooted to the ground because under no circumstances should I have run away from what was to happen. The ball stopped implacably. The object pivoted around itself. It was now a small dome. I hardly had enough time to notice its detail because an idiotic but very natural reflex made me protect my face with my left arm for just a moment during the approach, out of belief that it would crash into the ground and get me. However, I had enough time to notice that there was at no point a change in colour or noise, even as little as there was. The object was still in front of me, suspended in the air. Quickly my understanding signalled this apparition as being caused by an extra-terrestrial and therefore conscious of what was within, I no longer remembered anything. Then I saw again the object which was reversing several metres at a very slow pace. Suddenly, it raised itself to an altitude of 300 metres, changed colour several times, and then left on a right angle, going horizontally before disappearing in a flash a few hundred metres away in the direction of the town. When the object was no longer visible, there were in the sky four white trails. Everything happened in such a fairytale way that I closed my eyes, pinched myself and slapped myself to know whether this was all real. Therefore, only if when having opened my eyes I would have seen the trails left by the engine would I have believed in my observation. I lowered my head, controlled the rhythm of my breathing and clenched my fists. Then I opened my eyelids, my head straight and tilted towards the sky, I saw the impossible. The four parallel and horizontal lines were really there. My mental state following this wonderful encounter is impossible to describe, it was like being drunk. For the first time in my life, I had seen while in possession of all of my faculties, a time and space belonging to the intersection of two worlds. Mine and one from elsewhere. I had seen indisputable proof of its reality. Who knows what happened during this encounter, I don’t remember. Was there a being inside? All that I could know was that the ball could reappeared whenever it thought it to be a good time because while going down the path, I saw it cross over once again high in the sky.

  Communauté du Pays d’Aix. C’est en 1993 que fut créée la communauté. Je suis ravi de constater que son logo me rapelle à chacune de ses rencontres dans la ville mon contact.

  Site de la Communauté du Pays d’Aix

  

• Pourquoi le 6 juin 1975
  31 January 2005, by Antoll MA

  Je n’ai aucune idée du pourquoi précisément un 6 juin. L’événement aurait pu se produire plusieurs fois pendant les jours que duraient mes tentatives de contact.

  Débarquement allié 1944: Pourtant je fais un parallèle avec le Débarquement Allié en Normandie le 6 juin 1944. Cela présage t’il d’un débarquement Extraterrestre?.

  HAKAMIAH: En kabbale il s’agit du seizième ange de Dieu de la hiérarchie des Chérubins. Il facilite les contacts et le don de prophétie. Il est le régisseur des rois et des chefs d’Etat. Se manifeste entre le 6 et 10 juin.

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• Reconstitution du 6 Juin 1975
  24 November 2005, by Antoll MA

  

  
• That Unbelievable Evening on 6th June 1976
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA
  At that time, I had been living in Paris since October 1975. If possible, I allowed myself from time to time to head back to the South for some nocturnal observation, preferring a small trip to Paris where everything was more complicated. The density of the population means that it is necessary to travel at least 60 kilometres in order to have complete isolation. In addition, getting out of the capital requires a kind of little expedition for novices. However, it was necessary to make sure at all costs that I would be present on this important date – the first anniversary of the first confirmation of contact. It would be a good way to measure the intelligence of this phenomenon if it were to show itself again. In the metro, I noticed a dense woodland area, a national forest. I went there for the first time to observe. I had to take the train from the suburbs, got off at the station at Ozoir la Ferrière which I believe to be at least 40 kilometres outside the city of Paris. On arrival at the little station, I had two choices either take the road to the left which led into the woods or to the right which crossed the small community. I had the opportunity to gain information about the size of the local population. It was a well populated area and up until this point there was no reason why I should continue with my experiment. In any case, I had no choice, on the map this was the place that I had to find. I took the little road and passed the station. I took the extension of the road which led into the woods. A kilometre later, already having walked two kilometres from the village, I arrived at a crossroads. Directly opposite my direction was a forest path which was a forbidden access, blocked by a wooden barrier. Fantastic, I would be alone and undisturbed. The road became the pathway. I continued for a further kilometre and finished up on a star-shaped crossroads of forest paths. It was named the Férrandière crossroads. I looked around. There was complete silence except for the cries of the birds. There were trees everywhere, it was the forest. This place was already more than suitable, a flat area without trees and with a diameter of about one hundred metres. Nevertheless, I continued along an alley of trees. One hundred metres further, on the left hand side, I discovered a magnificent field with a length of three hundred metres and a width of one hundred. There was no longer any possible doubt; my intuition had brought me once again to a good place for my attempt. Satisfied, I took the train back to Paris. Back there, I waited for the night of 6th June. I then took the train once more, obliged to spend the entire night waiting for it to pass by again. I strolled around the crossroads. The night still hadn’t come. Before it would arrive, I went further forward, a few kilometres, into the woods. I only noticed one private property and a few swamps. Slightly tired, I sat down on the trunk of a dead tree, waiting for dusk before heading into the field. The path started to get dark and I retraced all of my steps back. Then I stayed for a while at the star-shaped crossroads, long enough to notice the first twinkling of the constellations or planets. It was about eleven o’clock at night in the summertime and it still wasn’t completely dark. Luckily, there was only one little cloud in the sky. I went forward on the path and positioned myself approximately in the middle of the field. Raising my head, I searched for a spatial configuration of stars in order to recognise those which can be seen in Aix, of course the very same ones. Without concentrating, I analysed the vault of heaven from left to right. What I saw stunned me. I was gob-smacked by the presence of an enormous egg-like ball, silver and shining like the sun. It was immobile at the edge of the clearing but at a distance which seemed to be very far. A surreal vision. At that point, I thought that my time had come. Probably, I had wanted to know too much. This apparition caused such anguish, such a fear, that I mentally begged to be left in peace, that it wouldn’t come because I wouldn’t be able to bear any more. The ball was simultaneously transmitting an infinite love and hatred, as if all that is opposed had been reunited. I had the feeling of not having access to this great knowledge. A little as though the ball had put forward a challenge; to have the dignity of an intelligent human being. I rose at that second to the challenge. I looked at it without lowering my eyes. I felt a calling but I was afraid. At that moment, the ball slowly changed position, horizontally towards the right. Its intensity weakened and a white trail lingered in the air. After travelling five hundred metres, the ball seemed to explode and disintegrate, disappearing and leaving a white stain. Whereas, at its base, three little silvery balls sprang forth and fell to the Earth in a semi-circle, landing behind the trees one after the other, but at a distance that I figured to be of about one kilometre. The observation lasted about fifteen seconds.
• 6 Juin 1976 Contact avec le Logo Créateur
  7 January 2007, by Antoll MA
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  La puissance de cette ovale argenté était si phénoménale qu’elle me fait croire en l’apparition du ’Logo Créateur’ suivit par sa triade supérieure Kether, Chokmah, Binah.

• Unexpected Observation on 5th June 1977
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA

  That year, I was once again in Aix-en-Provence. I had been waiting for a long time for this new date which would perhaps be the good one. Twice already, an extraordinary event had taken place on the same day of the same month. It was the evening of 5th June. The movie on TV was finished. I went out onto the balcony. I concentrated on the night sky while praying that this meeting would take place. I was physically united with my metal voice. Suddenly, something happened so quickly that to this day I cannot be sure whether there were four small orangey-red balls grouped in a line or a small dome as on 6th June 1975 which had at that precise moment crossed the entire town, leaving four white trails like last time. I was stunned by this apparition. Had I mistaken which day it was? Once checked, absolutely not. I was confused by this surprise. Or maybe it was preparation for the next day. The next night, I returned to Colombier and waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

  Journée Mondiale de l’Environnement. Célébrée chaque année le 5 juin depuis 2004. Un programme des Nations Unis.

• The Investigation
  13 December 2004, by Antoll MA

  As of 1976, I led an investigation into non-identified flying objects. In my Paris apartment, in Tolbiac Street and then Vaugirard Street, I turned my attention to the state of the situation. Seeing as the best way to understand something is to explain it, I decided to organise a conference. I, therefore, made contact with all of the known organisations in Paris and Brussels and met with certain presidents. In addition, in order to have fresh material, I went to the embassies of the USSR and USA where they gave me slides and sound bites of their respective space conquests. It is in this way that I got to know several high powered politicians, both French and foreign. I particularly remember an informative meeting of the Reserve Officers given by the Chief of Staff for the armed forces, the General L. Before going to the conference, I had taken care to address a written question on the existence of UFOs. The general publicly responded to my question because he was obliged to as it was in writing and there was uproar and laughter in the amphitheatre of the poly-technical school. I was surprised when, at the end of the meeting, he invited me to follow him. How great was my fear when I realised that I was following a group of about twenty uniformed generals including him who were aged over 45 and I, the only civilian, was only 25 years old. We climbed some stairs. It was nerve-wrecking. My fear subsided when we entered a room in which there were many glasses and bottles and I saw that it was simply an aperitif. I counted them all, about 16 generals, him and me. I therefore asked him for a favour which he accepted, to wear his jacket. He gave it to me and I gave him mine. I enjoyed this wonderful moment in which I was addressing generals as a chief of staff. What impressed me the most was to see stars on my sleeves and not on someone else. The conference ready, I gave my one and only conference to the faculty of Jussieu. Parallel to this, I was going to ask for information at the National Police where I knew that a policeman classed files on UFOs. What is surprising is the existence of a photo taken by a policeman on 6th June 1975. The investigation also led me to sign up to the R. Movement in order to understand it from within. I remembered having met C. V. in 1974. I must say that if I had accepted his conditions, I would most certainly be his present number 2, but I didn’t adhere to his ideology.

  Revigny Sur Ornain, 1975: First photo taken by a police patrol on 6th June 1975 near to Revigny Sur Ornain at about 21:30. The object is immobile and above the Earth.

  Revigny Sur Ornain, 1975: Second photo taken by a police patrol on 6th June 1975. This photograph was taken at the moment when the object left the Earth to fly away towards the sky.

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