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Message Subject WARNING! AS ANNOUNCED, 4 + 1 UFOS, Orleans, 12/10/21 caught on camera = THE END IS NIGH
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Below is a text Eve asked me to translate and to post on GLP about her major first contact in her childhood with a Tall Blond she calls 'K'. The true story below takes place in the 60's, just less than 60 years ago, when Eve was about 5 years old, the age she had on the photograph (click on the link, maybe someone could embed it), actually. I let you figure out her surprise...

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Here I am on the terrace of my parents' country house, in Roquefort-les-Pins, chemin des laous, in the hinterland of Nicois.

[link to imgur.com (secure)]

This photo is very important to me. She is my time marker. It was then that I finally broke free from the authority of my parents, and from the limited knowledge of human society. I became, that summer, a troublesome kid who does as she pleases.

That summer, K (I don't want to give his full name, I want to protect his peace of mind) came to see me. Until now, I had quick little visits. When I was born, moments after I came out of my mother's womb, he was there. Hard not to notice. He was the only one not wearing a green outfit! He slipped away very quickly, leaving me alone with the excruciating knowledge that my life would be long before I will do what I came to do: work with the extraterrestrials, but live myself as our heavenly family.

He came to pay me short visits during my naps. He used to appear at the foot of my bed. I woke up, he smiled at me. I was calmed down, went back to sleep. Once, to be sure, I asked my grandmother afterwards if someone had come while I was sleeping, she seemed surprised, and answered no.

He will come all my life, even now. He is for me the marvelous link that connects me to my life 2,000 years ago, when I saw him for the first time, the day I wanted to cleanse the body of my beloved, who died on a cross. The body was no longer there, but K appeared to me in a bright light, and he was immediately reassuring and kind: 'He's fine', he told me, 'go home, he'll meet you there'.

Back to the picture at Roquefort-les-pins.

On this terrace, at this table, my older sister is in front of me, and our mother on her right. My father takes the picture. Behind my mother and my sister, you can see the shutters of the bedroom I shared with my sister. And behind me, you can't see them, the ones in my parents' room, which was next to ours.

It was on a hot night of that summer that I was awakened by a very intense light filtering through the shutters. I remember my impatience. It was amazing. I wasn't scared at all. I got out of bed, I took a few steps forward. I saw that my sister's eyes were open, but she seemed paralyzed. From that moment on, I no longer walked, and I was no longer aware of the freshness of the floor tiles.

Here I was in front of the closed window door. I didn't need to open it. I crossed it. Then I crossed the shutter. Nothing surprised me, except my joy, because part of me knew who was on the terrace. Barely beyond the shutter, I saw K smiling. I was happy. He was my family, my real family, the kind of paternal, fraternal figure in my life. He knew at that moment of my existence how I perceived him. He was key to my evolution. I wanted to join him. I wanted to integrate his knowledge. He was for me beyond our humanity, beyond life, beyond death.

K was there, against the table in front of my room. He was in an intense white light. He was dressed in white, his skin was clear, his hair blond, his face perfectly symmetrical. He held out his hand to me. I hastened to slip mine into it, which I found tiny. I felt good. It was a party in my heart. I remembered that my sister was awake. I would like her to feel this joy too. I didn't remember having spoken, but K nevertheless answered me. Words resounded in my mind. No, she was not coming with us. I insisted. She was already awakened. We wouldn't waste any time. She would be there quickly. But a grin on his mouth made me understand that it was useless to insist.

It was then that I realized that around me, although it was at night, the bright light, the source of which was above the house, brought the colors to life in a marvelous way. The pink of the geraniums or the green of the leaves, all were saturated, dazzling. Even my little wood, a little further on, was illuminated and new to me. K waved at me. I raised my head. It was in this large round, luminous, silent, immobile object that we had to go. I didn't have time to wonder how I was going to climb up into it that I passed out.

I woke up on the ground. The room was very big. It was a surprise. Maybe I was finally not in this little ship that was stationed above our house, but somewhere else. I stood up. K was with three friends. All were looking at me. Next to them was a large screen. It was more of a dense concentrated kind of air. I didn't see any border. It didn't seem solid. It was new and I liked it, but I was falling unconscious again.

I woke up and straightened up. I didn't hurt anywhere. The fall had to be cushioned. Impossible to know how long these blackouts lasted due to the high densities of time we were in. Heaven's family did not move. I would like to take the time to look all around me, this beautiful, vast, round, bright room, with nothing visible except the screen and what seemed to me to be a console further on. But K asked me to concentrate on the screen. I saw my neighborhood in Antibes, but something was different. I didn't recognize the cars, the people, the stores, the general atmosphere. I fell into unconsciousness, woke up, straightened up, the film resumed.

I saw a young man taking out of his very tight pants a rectangular object, thin, black, shiny, bigger than a playing card. He put it to his ear and started talking to himself in the street. I have been shown a crazy guy!

I amused my ET friends! I heard that it will be when people will have wireless phones like this that I will work with them, and for them. I didn't take that as good news. At Roquefort, we still had a bakelite telephone, with a manual dial, which we moved to call an operator to direct our call. A cordless, standalone phone? How long will I have to wait to see it?

I was so bewildered that I fell into unconsciousness with pleasure, as in a refuge. I woke up sulking. But I heard it was very good. I still had a lot of human things to live before embarking on my great adventure. Human relations, a family, a motherhood. I will experience all the limits of these relationships, of these affective and relational professional creations. This will allow me to get involved without regret and with a good knowledge of my environment and my time.

Another type of image then scrolled across the screen. Events that have not yet happened, events that no one wants to see or experience. The reason for our presence here, now. The end of what we know. I fell unconscious one last time.

When I woke up, it was the morning. I was in my bed. At breakfast, I wanted to talk to my earthly parents about my family's visit from heaven. But they answer me, without really hearing me, that I dreamed. From that day on, I will become an unmanageable kid, who will not explain her actions, her choices, and who will not recognize anyone's authority, living on earth.

Eve Marchal
 
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