Multidimensional Journeys With Extraterrestrials

responded to Gaston’s offer with polite, professional decorum, “Great. My four friends and I would like to meet everyone in your group and film a documentary about your endeavors.”

Jovially, Gaston agreed to us visiting over our Christmas vacation and staying at his sprawling home in the suburbs of Montreal. It seemed almost too easy.

Gaston’s excessively gracious response should have been my first clue that my friends and I were getting involved in an adventure with greater implications for our future than the making of a documentary film. His words haunted me for days. Rhone confirmed he hadn’t told his uncle about us. “Why such a generous offer of his home to people he’s never met, before I even fully introduced myself and my motives for phoning?” I queried many close acquaintances. Nobody had an answer that quelled my uneasiness.

However, in keeping with my youthful innocence and inner trust, I ignored my personality’s urging to investigate further before I proceeded. Had I hesitated or inquired more, I may not have undertaken that fateful, fortuitous journey to Montreal.

A few days after Christmas Day, we five intent filmmakers drove from Ann Arbor to Montreal to shoot a journalistic record of the teachings and operation of an esoteric spiritual society. About halfway there, I became violently ill with nausea, dizziness and diarrhea. I chalked it up to a combination of over-excitement and intestinal flu. In retrospect, I realize my condition had nothing to do with the flu. My body was reacting with trepidation to the prospect of the total life upheaval awaiting me in Montreal.

When we arrived, we were warmly greeted by Rhone’s Uncle

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