Multidimensional Journeys With Extraterrestrials

Gaston and Aunt Edith, who appeared to be a very unassuming, sweet, vibrant French couple. They could easily have passed for totally ordinary Quebecois. The two made a very cheery pair, alive with the Gaelic spirit and joie de vivre. They invited us into their typical suburban home, which we later discovered was called “the clubhouse,” a meeting place for an international spiritual group of about two hundred people.

A short time after we arrived, it began to snow . . . and snow . . . and snow. It snowed heavily all night. When we opened the front door in the morning, we found six feet of snow had blanketed the city overnight. The powdery white fluff had drifted up above the opening of the front door. The storm was severe, even by Canadian standards. The whole city was at a standstill. It would take days for city plows to clear the streets. We were, in effect, shut in with the extraordinary subjects of our film.

My co-journalists and I reasoned it was the perfect opportunity to better know the people who were to be the focus of the documentary. Rhone’s relatives, however, had other plans for us! Their intentions differed vastly from ours.

After a restful night’s sleep, my friends and I eased into our first whole day with the congenial couple. We were still under the comforting illusion that we were there to make a film. After breakfast, Gaston and Edith calmly confided that they headed a secret international, or, as they described it more accurately, “intergalactic” spiritual society. “Our group meets and operates in secret,” they shared, “because as an underground organization, we won’t attract a lot of attention and can function more freely. Our membership consists of a

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