This blog has been created to inform the public about the UFO subject. It also contains peripheral phenomena. Created by Aileen Garoutte, previously Director of The UFO Contact Center International.

Thursday, March 01, 2007



Lachute, Quebec, Canada

As soon as he got out of his car, and without knowing how it happened, he found himself on top of a stairway with a door in front of him. From this position, he could see his parked car in the big room. The fright he had felt upon being abducted had now gone away.

However, as he turned around, he had the surprise of his life: two beings with human shapes were standing before him. Mr. X tells us one was male and the other female. The female did not have breasts, but he decided she was female because of the bone structure of her shoulders and beneath her neck. A general description would be of gray-green skin with a rough texture. Almond-shaped eyes, slightly larger than our own. Their bodies are well-built, but their shoulders are larger than ours. Their hands have five fingers, as ours do.

Mr. X and the two beings did not speak to each other, but there was mutual understanding. He understood that he was to lie down on a table a few feet away in a sort of operating room. Mr. X remained very calm, the two beings had inspired him to trust them. Thirteen sucking devices, such as we use for electrocardiograms, were attached to his body. Each one was attached to equipment he did not understand. They also took a skin sample by scratching under his right ear.

When the examination was finished, a rather ludicrous incident occurred. Even though Mr. X was in unknown territory, he retained his personality. Being fully conscious of what he saw, he realized that he was being used as a guinea pig without any remuneration whatsoever. He therefore decided to bring back proof, a small block of metal that resembled stainless steel, about 3 by 5 inches. As he was leaving the room, this souvenir was detected. The beings warned him that he could not bring back objects that did not belong to his dimension. A dispute took place. He wanted to inspect the rest of the spaceship, but at first this request was refused. The male became unfriendly. The female, however, showed him around some of the main parts.

First of all, the control room. Strangely enough, no one was in it! Along the circular wall were screens like radar screens and pushbuttons. In the center of the room was a pale brown column, like a submarine periscope, which had eight hand grips on it. Seven of these controlled different functions of the craft, and one of them controlled the seven others.

There were portholes on the wall through which one could see the exterior of the craft and its size. Its outside consisted of T-shaped tiles fitting into each other, each one about the size of a double bed. The craft was attached to an identical but much larger craft, which was about the size of Montreal's Olympic stadium.

After visiting the control room, Mr. X was allowed a glimpse of the engine. What he saw consisted of eight rings with magnets at intervals around a column in the center of the craft. There were "turbines" inside these magnets. It all worked by magnetism and "free energy."

The visit being over with, he was told to get back into his car, because he was about to be returned to Earth. He would hear a countdown from 10 to 0, at which point he would start the car and push down on the accelerator. A trap door would open, and he would find himself on the road at the same place from which he had been taken.

This is what happened, except that the craft was not correctly aligned with the road and upon leaving, Mr. X lost control, striking a traffic sign. The two strange beings apologized and said they would return.


  • At 2:33 AM, Blogger K Holloway said…

    I, too, recall seeing a periscope in the middle of a big round room, while out of body, on a ship in space.

  • At 9:01 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I imagine his auto insurance will cover the damage the sign caused.


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