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Dr. Turi’s First UFO Encounter www.drturi.com This is Dr. Turi’s first UFO experience as a child in the old house attic. From his early abductions to the spaceship trip, he has 3 more incredible and solid experiences to relate, complete with drawings. Indeed Dr. Turi is a legitimate and honest recipient of extraordinary encounters that have influenced his fate to learn and teach the dynamics of our Universe and its relationships with the fate of mankind. My First Contact! Important note: Please keep in mind that none of the following experiences are fictional. All of the following stories are real and some of them were very dramatic and reflect parts of my own dramatic life. All of those bye-gone experiences were the indispensable ingredients I needed to recognize my own conviction of the subconscious power we all possess inside. The purpose of this work is to make you aware of your own spiritual essence and your ability to control the outcome of your personal existence. Blessed with this knowledge, my only aspiration is for you, to attract only rich and valuable experiences. “Incredible experiences breed incredible people; day by day experiences breed odd people” --Dr. Turi I realize that the following may sound incredible and some readers may also question my sanity. Well rest assured that I have better things to do than to make myself look like a disturbed schizophrenic abducted by aliens. These are my experiences and anyone has the right to remain skeptical as this is such a personal matter. But I decided to come forth with the truth because I am all about the truth. This is the story of my first contact in four solid interactions with the extraordinary. I am not a walk in; I did not see far away light or what seemed to be a space ship. I dealt with theses extraterrestrial intelligences face to face and on August 11, 1971, November 11, 1981 and August 11, 1991. I was standing less than 30 feet away from a solid space ship and spent time inside the saucer. All that came to pass took place on both the physical and spiritual realm of consciousness. Each time these unusual events were with a member of my family, thus reinforcing my own sanity. Yes I confirm that ET’s and UFO are very real and their legacy of inducing supra-knowledge on my psyche as such. As incredible as it may sound, since the tender age of seven, extraterrestrial intelligences have interacted and programmed me to convey to you an awareness of the dynamics of our universe and its interaction upon mankind’s psyche and affairs. I was born during a very cold winter night in February in the southern part of France in "La Provence." This small locale is called Pont Saint Esprit or translated in English, "The Bridge of the Spirit." In the same area, the renowned prophet Nostradamus was born and wrote the famous “Prophecies”. Realize that I have nothing to do with the great Seer apart from being born under the same local stars and spending much of my time rekindling his divine way of handling the stars. As far as extraterrestrials invading my life, no tangible answers or explanations were given to me. I simply knew what I knew, which was "little monkeys" regularly came to visit me in the kingdom of the night. Those small creatures had big menacing black eyes, and that group of ETs is now identified as the "grays" or dignified robots doing all the dirty work. During this time in my life, I could only see and accept them as "little monkeys," and were described as such to my wondering mother. After the first few visits, I became literally paranoid with fear and could not be left alone in the dark. Even after so many years, the rest of the family (seven brothers and sisters) can still recall my awful screams in the middle of the night. Preceding the encounters my stepfather built a bedroom in the attic to separate the growing boys from the girls. Before that room, all the kids’ housed together. My grandfather owned the house, and the old structure suffered tremendous damage from the 1st and 2nd World War German bombings. Grandpa’s nickname was "Sardines" (he loved fishing.) Sadly for him, he lost both of his legs on a German mine and with his meager war subsidy, he could not afford to repair the impaired house. Thus, there were no bathrooms, no running water and no electricity available to the striving family. Years later, my stepfather and all the boys began to restore the patriarchal house in our spare time. Silhouettes and phantoms of the night came from the dim streetlight filtering through a dirty broken window. I could barely find my way around and saw enough of my environment to distinguish the uninvited terrifying creatures. Myriad’s of cats lived with us and were my only source of heat during many cold winters. Our old house was a paradise for many pests, especially huge rats. Sanitary conditions were not enforced back then, and the next door butcher did all the killing and meat cutting right there. Before reaching the underground sewer system all the bloody waste had to sail past the back of our house through twenty feet of open concrete pipe. The sailing stinking guts found its way naturally down to the mighty Rhone River. Drawn in by the putrefying bloody smell, huge families of rats made our house their own heaven. Most of the vermin’s time was spent eating, fighting, and mating all year round. Incidentally it is because of this lack of hygiene that the plague found its way in Europe and took millions of lives in the process. Starving neighbors’ cats also found our old house a paradise for hunting and feasting. This brawling carnival of cats-and-rats concerto took place every night during my dramatic upbringing. In the 50's, our neighbors had no money for food, let alone money for neutering their cats, and the feline’s set of offspring kept growing larger each year. I recall those long-gone days with agony. They were certainly hard and unhealthy, even dangerous for all of us. The possibilities of ingesting contaminated food or being stung by a countless amount of spiders, fleas, scorpions and cockroaches was very high. The old unsanitary house could be described as a wild jungle harvesting myriads of crawling pestilences. I recall our close neighbor Laura nearly losing her unguarded toddler to a monster rat’s vicious bites. The dirty pests were especially attracted to the smell of milk on the suckling’s infant clothing. Luckily for her the screams of one of her older children saved the nursling. One of my favorite pastimes was to kill as many rats as possible with my sling shots before going to bed. I also had to hunt for cats to share my bed, mostly to keep me warm during the cold, long winter nights. Sometimes my chase was made easier when a pursued cat would make its way to the privacy of my bedroom in the attic, carrying a bloody prey in its sharp fangs. It was then in those circumstances, in the winter of 1957, that my first UFO encounter took place. Over the years, I was to experience many more of those astonishing bedroom encounters, plus three others expreienced as an adult. Each one of these occurrences were simply extraordinary in nature. The Fateful Night "Time to go to bed," Mom said. "You have five minutes to go upstairs, and then you must blow out the candle. And be careful not to set the house on fire," she added. "Yes Mom," was my reply. "Have you seen Grisette Mom?" I asked her. “No, she just had new kittens and you may not see her for a while," she answered. Grisette was a beautiful tabby cat; she resembled a miniature tiger, constantly rubbing her striped coat on anyone's leg. She was my favorite feline friend and spent most of the nights curving and purring next to me. Later during the night, I was deep asleep when I wakened to something touching my foot. I immediately thought of "Grisette" wanting to share some love and warmth with me in the bed. First I gently stomped the animal, trying to edge her closer to the top of the bed. The night was chilly and she was welcome to share some of my precious body heat under the thin blanket. She did not move an inch; instead she gave me a stronger signal that she (I thought) was still there. Quite surprised, I realized that she wasn’t making her way to the top of the bed. Thus, half way numbed, I raised myself on the bed and in the semi-darkness, reached for her. As long as I live, I shall never forget that creepy moment frozen in my mind. That unworldly episode would haunt me the rest of my life. Surprised and horrified, I observed four strange creatures. They were about four feet tall and those creepy "visitors" were staring at me from the bottom of my bed. They were suspiciously looking at me with their enlarged piercing black eyes as if they were wondering how to proceed next. I was in shock and unable to make a single sound. My throat was tightened in a knot and I felt powerless. I swiftly brought the blanket above my head and hid away in the bed. In spite of the cutting cold I was perspiring and wondering how and why those things were there. I desperately waited for those "visitors" to go away. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, I slowly pulled the blanket away from my eyes and peeked out into the semi-darkness. One of them seemingly had anticipated my move, and to my extreme surprise, stood by the headboard less than an inch from my petrified face. It was too much for me that night and I simply passed out! The morning after, mom's screams got me out of my "deep sleep." “Come on Louis get up son, you're going to be late for school" she yelled from downstairs. In a flash, I painfully recalled the night’s awful experience, and still panicking, screamed my head off for rescue. Then my frightened mother rushed up the stairs and got me out of bed. Crying, trembling and very upset, through many convulsing thumps, I struggled hard to explain to my mother the odd experience I had suffered the night before. "For God sake, what's going on Louis?" she repeatedly said to me. "You had a nightmare? Did something scare you? Tell me son. Mommy is here now, you're safe." I looked at her for a while, and then asked, “Are they gone?" "Who? What? Let’s talk about this downstairs," she said, helping me out of the bed. Still very upset, I described as best as I could the detrimental occurrence, but not surprisingly my mother thought it a bad dream only. The following weeks, the situation got worse as the scary "visitors" kept coming. Nobody could help me understand what was really going on in the attic; I only knew that none of cats would come upstairs and share the bed with me. Their reluctance to show up was my only signal to expect the weird company and their mysterious purpose. Not much information in this little French village in the 50’s was available pertaining to the UFO phenomenon. Especially when the family did not even own a television set or could not afford a cheap radio to expand its limited horizon. The ordeal was an ample part of my upbringing as the "little monkeys" were forging a specific curriculum on my psyche. The nightmarish experience repeated for months and years to come. My behavior became erratic, my emotions uncontrollable until my recurring screams became too much for the sleeping neighborhood. My mother thought of me perhaps being mentally disturbed. On the advice of our local physician an evaluation on my mental health was planned at the local hospital. My downhearted mother was also informed of the possibility of a nasty side effect involving the still experimental electrical brain shock treatments. She became unsure about the dangerous form of electric therapy and decided to repeal the entire idea. She did not want her son to be an experiment or a guinea pig and my brain never got fried; thus I kept my sanity! Trying to fix a computer (your brain) with an electrical surcharge is the faster way to loose your hard drive (your memory). My mom never graduated from any well known academic institutions but thank God she had lots of common sense and a great intuition. Later, following the first initial abductions I became a little more trustful of the ET’s visits knowing I would be perfectly fine the next day. As I grew older the nightly Alien visitations slowly desisted, but a firm awareness of a close spiritual connection was born. I already knew that I was to meet and deal with them again, somewhere, somehow, sometime…and I did! I have a serious assignment to fulfill, I strive to free the soul and enlighten its immortal consciousness. --Dr. Turi Dr. Turi’s 2nd UFO Encounter www.drturi.com My Second UFO experience My holiday was cut short because of the peripheries of my life. Mom was missing me too much and I had to go back home regardless of the outcome with my employers. I managed to do so by finding temporary replacement for my monotonous duties. I took that trip through the English Channel so many times and always anticipated the people I was going to meet on the ship. Many hours later I recognized the familiar mountains of the South of France. The weather was still warm as I exited the train in the city of Orange in Provence. Mother took the drive from my little village and after hugging her I took over the drive back home. We spoke about the latest news with the family. After a good diner and a few glasses of wine very late in the night, I went to bed and enjoyed the safety and love of the place we all call home. My life has always been rich and variety is the spice to anyone’s existence, but I always had a thirst for the incredible. The memories of my first encounter with the incredible left me with an unfinished taste in my mouth and I subconsciously wanted more. I was anticipating a good time with my family but certainly not another UFO encounter that would stay with me forever. Again and again this material is not fiction and all really happened to me. The next day at about 2:00 PM my older sister Noelle and Mom’s agitated discussion woke me up. My sister was at the time a nurse trainee and worked in a sanatorium in the lost mountainous region of “La Provence.” She was very upset because she missed her bus and said “I am going to get fired from work” to mom, sobbing. My step dad had gone to work and none of my brothers were around to give her a ride, and the hospital was located about 70 miles or so from Pont Saint Esprit. “Don’t worry honey, Louis is here and he will take you there,” mother said. Driving meant spending more time with my sister instead of waiting to see her the next Sunday. We took to the road with mom’s recommendation to drive safely and to wear our seat belts. In 1976 the use of a map or owning a cell phone was a foreign idea for anyone back home to consider. I relied entirely on the road signs and some anticipated stops to ask for directions. The South of France’s road system then was a true nightmare. The small tortuous roads often lead to a few cross roads where the signs were either carried away by the wind or shot down by a frustrated hunter. It was about 3.30 AM when I realized I was lost in all sense of the word, and my sister Noelle had been asleep for a couple of hours. It was dark and each turn brought more danger as the icy road revealed the high altitude. I was totally exhausted and hoped for any sign of life or direction. I was especially longing for a hot cup of coffee so I could stay awake and safe. After what seemed to be an eternity I saw a dim light from my vantage elevated view. A great feeling of hope reaffirmed all my senses as I woke my sister out of Neptune’s grasp. “Hey Sis, wake up, we’ve got to stop out there, and I need a cup of coffee now,” I said. As she woke up, she also complained about the cutting cold as mom’s old car did not have a heater. I parked the car safely by the road just a few feet from the front door of the little café. I did not see any cars there, and because of the early hours it could easily have been closed, but to my delight it was open. As we walked to the place I asked Noelle what she wanted to drink. “A cola” she said half way awake. I was surprised by her choice. I was expecting her to pick something warmer especially when she complained earlier of the freezing temperatures. I picked a small table by the entrance and gently asked my sister to sit and wait for me and the drinks. Then an eerie feeling came over me when I noticed three huge men at the bar. Their stature was very impressive, each matching at nearly 7 feet in height. The men were speechless, motionless and facing the bar’s mirror. I felt watched and suspicious and had no idea of their intentions. I am very protective of all my family members and I thought to be in serious trouble if anyone of them decided to harm to my little sister. But I was as always ready to face death without fear or hesitation if needed. I carefully approached the bar and politely asked the barman for a coke and a cup of coffee. Next to me, just a few inches away, one of those tall men seemed even more menacing. I felt like an ant next to a huge dangerous foot but I decided to put my fears away. I brought the cola to my sister and went back to collect my cup of coffee. I thought to myself that those guys must be loggers to be so muscular and probably worked the surrounding woods. The nightmare started when the one closest to me started to engage in a conversation. I was even more terrified by the stranger’s size and powerful gaze. Then he authoritatively asked me, “Do you wanna play cards? You’ll be friend with cards for the rest of your life.” His question and remark did not make any sense at all and brought more fright to my entire body. I politely and submissively refused by telling him that I was tired and stopped only for a short time to get directions. He added, “Come on, pick a card.” He held a splashed full deck in front of me in one of his enormous hands. At this point I did not want to challenge him and thought I had better comply with the demand, hoping for the best. I picked the card and at the very moment my eye came in contact with the card he immediately told me what it was. “Very nice, this is great,” I said again respectfully. “Pick another one.” He ordered me and I did without challenging him. I would have had take a chance and run out as fast as I could if I was alone or die fighting him but with my little sister back asleep in the corner I did not really knew how to behave. I thought I must of play safe and compromise entirely to the weird stranger’s demands. He played the card trick on me a few times and each time I congratulated him for his “intuition”. However I clearly recall these sentences. “Take another one Louis,” especially when I had never told him my name, I was freaking out. Or when I said to him, ‘Whoa this is a great game,” and her replied, “No Louis this is not a game!” I was totally bewildered and scared. At this point I could only go along as I seemed to lose my will against his. Then after doing the “trick” for a while I wondered how he could do it, how could he tell me as soon as my eyes saw the card, what the figure was? I realize now that I was brought to challenge him mentally and I did… something that I will never forget or should never have done. I saw the nine of Diamonds card and in my mind THOUGHT… I will change the nine of Diamonds to the Queen of Spades when he asks. Oh my God, he immediately and furiously snapped back, “Louis you will not change the nine of Diamonds to the Queen of Spades!” Simply imagine yourself in my socks that dramatic moment and you may remotely feel as I did. But this was nothing compared to what was to follow. His gaze literally penetrated me and I felt as if a screw driver was being driven from my left temple through my mind then out the other side of my head! I was totally helpless and I had to hold myself at the bar counter. I managed to tear myself away from his eyes and barely made it to the bathroom just a few feet away. The door was open and I reached for the sink, opened the tap and splashed my face with freezing water trying hard to maintain my consciousness. I immediately suffered a massive migraine and I could feel my eyes popping out of my head. “What’s happening to me,” I wondered. I felt so invaded and vulnerable. Then the thought of my sister left alone with those strange men made me feel sad because even if I wanted to defend her, I could barely contain my own pain inside my head. I felt as if a heavy chain connected me to that huge man, and I knew not only could he read my mind, but I could also converse with him. Using all the will I had left I began talking back to him as the wildest tiger in me unleashed its ferocious deadly self. “What the hell are you doing to me, who the hell are you, and what’s going on here?” I demanded powerfully by thought. “I am going out to face you Mister, and you had better talk to me,” I thought even harder. I immediately walked out of the bathroom and to my astonishment the three huge men left the premises. My first concern was for my sister, but she was still deep asleep and missed the entire awful deal I was going through. I was baffled. Gathering all my strength, I asked the barman, “Who were those people and where did they come from?” “I don’t know” he said. “They probably drove here like you did!” I knew for sure that no cars were parked outside when we arrived. Collecting all my courage I ran out to find a quiet and cold night. I was listening for any noise but all I heard was the wind cuddling the tip of the tall trees in the moonless night. I woke Noelle up and said, “Let’s get out of here,” and we rapidly left the area. What exactly happened to me there I will never know. What is even more disconcerting is that I do not recall the rest of the trip, taking my sister to the sanatorium that night. And if she or I were awake for it, either one of us would remember asking for directions or the trip itself. What I clearly recall is that: It was 9:00 AM the next day and I entered the boundaries of my village. The pounding headaches stayed with me for more than three consecutive weeks after the tragic encounter. No, this is not science fiction or the product of my imagination. This encounter really took place. Later on in life I understood why the man said, “You’ll be friends with cards for the rest of your life.” At 52 years old I still do not know how to play regular card games like poker or the famous twenty one in Las Vegas. How more dim can I be? Well not so fast, because the cards I “play” with, all hands are winners. This is because I do not use playing cards, but the Tarot. Is that why the weird man was so upset at me when I tried to change the meaning of the cards? The Tarot doesn’t lie; the meaning is direct and cannot be changed. What really took place is clear to me now, and unless you experience a tarot reading with me you may remain skeptical. The intense pain I experienced was simply a super but painful downloading of mysterious symbolic knowledge found within the twenty two symbols of the tarot cards reflecting the twenty two letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The experience was intrusive, if not abusive, but proved to be nothing less than extraordinary. Mostly it is very valuable for anyone who has engaged a tarot reading from me. For years I was left wondering about this miraculous encounter and the mystical purpose behind it. (I was certain that I would have to deal with the force again. Once more my future proved me right.—follows the 3rd UFO experience) Important note ALL Dr. Turi articles posted in all websites are copyrighted, please ask permission to the publisher to use any of Dr. Turi's material. Check some pictures at http://www.drturi.com/gallery.php Thank you Mike DTteam