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    "generated": "2026-08-22T14:14:13Z",
    "language": "en",
    "book": "extraterrestrials-took-me-to-their-planet",
    "chapter": 1
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    "n": 1,
    "bookSlug": "extraterrestrials-took-me-to-their-planet",
    "bookCode": "ETTMTTP",
    "refId": "ETTMTTP-1",
    "title": "My Life Until the First Encounter",
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        "n": 1,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:1",
        "text": "I simply wanted to relate what my life had been before my fantastic encounter of December 13, 1973, in order to answer the many people who asked me what I had done before, and whether any extraordinary events had happened to me during my childhood that could have foreshadowed such a destiny. I was surprised myself, while rummaging through my memories — when I thought that nothing extraordinary had occurred at the beginning of my life — to find that scenes resurfaced (scenes which, placed end to end, formed a whole) and that my life had truly been guided so that I would be what I was, and so that I would find myself where I was on December 13, 1973."
      },{
        "n": 2,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:2",
        "text": "I had practically finished writing all this when the second encounter took place. I then condensed the text of my memories as much as possible in order to give the greatest place to the second message and to the account of this second contact, even more fantastic than the first."
      },{
        "n": 3,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:3",
        "text": "Two years! Soon it will be two years that I have been striving, as best I can, to make this truth — too great for me — shine forth. Time passes and I have the impression of marking time. And yet, around me, a solid core of people is gradually forming who have understood that THE BOOK did indeed tell THE TRUTH. Seven hundred — they are seven hundred at the hour when I put these lines into final form, and I understand how much that is both little and a great deal at once. Little, when one thinks of the four billion people who populate the Earth; and a great deal, when one thinks of the few people who had, after two years, decided to follow the one who, two thousand years ago, had likewise had the heavy charge of being initiated and of initiating the primitive people of his time."
      },{
        "n": 4,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:4",
        "text": "These seven hundred, who are they? Are they, as it would no doubt please the scoffers on duty to believe, those average \"suckers\" to whom one could make swallow anything? Well, no! Some of them are even graduates or doctors in philosophy, psychology, theology, sociology, medicine, physics, chemistry, etc. But my admiration goes perhaps just as much to those who have no diploma, for, without having acquired through their studies the knowledge that would let them know that one can scientifically create living matter and people like us, they felt it as people capable of mastering matter and of putting themselves in harmony with the universe that they are. I must say all the same that I am on the whole rather optimistic, and that I believe I have already brought to a successful conclusion the mission that was entrusted to me, for whatever may happen to me, MADECH is on its way and nothing can stop it now."
      },{
        "n": 5,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:5",
        "text": "In two years I have given about forty lectures and, certain questions recurring regularly, I suppose that certain points of the message need to be clarified, which is what I am going to try to do in this work. In the first place, what path did I follow before the encounter of December 13, 1973?"
      },{
        "n": 6,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:6",
        "text": "I must confess that it is only very recently that I undertook a look back on myself in order to see exactly in what way my life had been guided so that I would be available and ready to enter into action on the spiritual, psychic and nervous level at that time. Certain events of my childhood had never appeared to me as having the least significance taken separately, until I made the synthesis of them. Now everything seems very clear to me, and I recall with emotion those moments which I then thought of as without great interest. Far be it from me to recount my life considering that each of its events is exceptional, but it appeared to me that many people wanted to know more about what had happened to me \"before\". And then, rather than letting malicious tongues tell anything at all, I prefer to say it all myself..."
      },{
        "n": 7,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:7",
        "text": "Having been born of an unknown father, I cannot say that I had a typical childhood. I was what is called a natural child (as if the others were artificial children...), an accident in a way, at least for the little town of Ambert, world capital of the rosary (sic) and, what is more, oh sacrilege, the \"unknown father\" (not so unknown as all that...) was, it seems, a Jewish refugee! My birth was concealed as well as possible, not in a cave, but in a clinic at Vichy. This birth thus took place on September 30, 1946, around two o'clock in the morning, and was very difficult. But what is important is that I was conceived on December 25, 1945. Conception, the moment when the being really begins to exist and to develop in the womb of its mother, dates the true birth of each individual. December 25 has been an important date for nearly two thousand years. For those who believe in chance, my life thus begins with a chance occurrence..."
      },{
        "n": 8,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:8",
        "text": "Then came the return to Ambert, where my poor mother long tried to pass me off as \"the son of a friend she was keeping for a while\" to her father who, although he held it very much against her on learning the truth, showed himself toward me, during the short time I knew him, the kindest of grandfathers. He died, alas! while I was still a very small child, and I was later told of the amused look he had when, having seen him prune his fruit trees, I took his shears to trim... his lettuces!"
      },{
        "n": 9,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:9",
        "text": "I was raised by my grandmother and my aunt who lived, and indeed still live, together. They taught me to read and helped me take my first steps, of which I keep, moreover, a very precise memory, certainly the oldest thing in my life that I remember."
      },{
        "n": 10,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:10",
        "text": "It was only very recently that my grandmother told me that in 1947 she had seen above Ambert a strange craft moving very rapidly and noiselessly very close to her house. She had never dared speak of it to anyone whatsoever, for fear of being accused of having hallucinations. It was only after reading my book that she decided to speak to me of it, at the same time as she decided to join MADECH. Her joining was, moreover, one of the most important encouragements I have received."
      },{
        "n": 11,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:11",
        "text": "There was at Ambert an old man of whom small children were afraid and of whom grown-up people made fun. They had nicknamed him Jesus Christ because he wore very long hair, gathered in a bun, and a magnificent beard. He was always dressed in a long cape coming down almost to his ankles and lived about a hundred meters from the house where my mother had found a small apartment. He did not work and no one knew on what he lived, in the minuscule house situated just opposite the municipal collège. As they grew up, the children ceased being afraid of him and, like their parents, began to make fun of him, following him while laughing and thumbing their noses at him. Personally, I did not like to play with the others, preferring to contemplate insects and look at books. I had passed this man several times in the street and had been surprised by his face giving off a great kindness and by the mischievous smile he had when looking at me. I did not know why, but he did not frighten me and, seeing nothing laughable in him, I did not understand why the other children made fun of him."
      },{
        "n": 12,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:12",
        "text": "One afternoon, I followed him, curious to know where he was going, and I saw him enter his little house, leaving the door open onto a small, very dark kitchen. I drew near and I saw him, seated on a stool, who seemed to be waiting for me, with a mischievous smile. He motioned to me to approach. I entered the house and advanced toward him. He placed his hand on my head and I felt a strange sensation. At the same time he was looking up in the air and pronouncing words that I did not understand. After a few minutes, he let me leave, still without a word and with the same mysterious smile."
      },{
        "n": 13,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:13",
        "text": "All this had intrigued me at the time, but I had very quickly forgotten it. It was only during the summer of 1974, while reading a book lent by my mother and speaking of mysterious Auvergne, that I was able to learn that Father Dissard, the old man in question, was the last \"Dissard\", that is, the last \"pope\" of the Druids still alive, who had, moreover, died some years ago. Then I recalled the scene of my childhood and thought again of the mysterious smile of the old man each time I passed him in the street, that is, every day, given that we were neighbors or nearly so. I now know exactly to whom he was addressing himself when looking up in the air and pronouncing those mysterious phrases, just as I know exactly what the luminous and silent craft was that my grandmother had seen. Another thing comes back to me: that from the scene which had unfolded at Father Dissard's house, I would fall asleep each evening counting a certain number of times up to nine, a figure which recurred very frequently in my life, like a code that would have been assigned to me. I had never been able to explain this sudden habit, arisen at a time when I had known for several years how to count much farther than to nine, and when there could therefore be no question of a mechanical drilling. I was seven years old when this event occurred."
      },{
        "n": 14,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:14",
        "text": "At that time, what counted most for me was animals, which I adored drawing all day long when I was not organizing snail races... Drawn to animal life, I dreamed then only of becoming an explorer, in order to be able to approach the mysterious fauna of the virgin forests."
      },{
        "n": 15,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:15",
        "text": "But at nine years of age (the nine again) everything was going to change. First I discovered what was going to become for me a true passion: speed on everything capable of rolling, with or without an engine, speed and above all balance, the sense of trajectories and the struggle against myself, against my own reflexes, the perfect domination of the body by the mind, in the final analysis."
      },{
        "n": 16,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:16",
        "text": "These were first of all wild descents on a little bicycle with almost no brakes, and I wonder how it can be that I did not fall a single time. To make it all the harder, I would post myself at the top of a pass and wait for a fast car to pass. Then I would launch into a dizzying pursuit, catch up with and overtake the automobile, to the great surprise of the driver, and, having reached the bottom of the descent, I would turn around and go back to wait at the top for another car..."
      },{
        "n": 17,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:17",
        "text": "A few months later, I happened by chance to witness the passing of the Tour de France automobile race, and it was \"love at first sight\"; so one could know the joys of speed without having to pedal to climb back up the hills? And one could make it one's profession? It was decided, as one can decide at nine years of age: I would be a racing driver!"
      },{
        "n": 18,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:18",
        "text": "From that day on, my life was no longer centered on anything but automobile competition; nothing else interested me and I did not see the use of learning all that they told me at school, since I was going to be a racing driver! Comic strips were replaced by very serious automobile magazines, and I began impatiently counting the number of years separating me from the age of the driving license."
      },{
        "n": 19,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:19",
        "text": "It was also at nine years of age that I knew boarding school for the first time. My mother, in despair at the fact that I no longer wanted to do anything at school and that I endlessly repeated that it would be of no use to me for being a racing driver, had decided to put me in the Notre-Dame-de-France boarding school, at Le Puy-en-Velay. She hoped that thus, without an automobile-sport magazine, I would set myself to working, and she was not wrong in a certain sense. But I keep all the same a very bad memory of that first boarding school, certainly because I was put there too young. I remember many nights spent crying in that immense dormitory where what, I believe, I missed most was the possibility of being alone to meditate. This lack, which made me cry whole nights, increased — like all lacks on the emotional or affective level — my already very great sensitivity. I then discovered poetry."
      },{
        "n": 20,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:20",
        "text": "I had always in any case been more drawn to French than to mathematics, but always as an interested and passive reader. There came to me the desire, the need to write and, if possible, in verse. While mathematics interested me still as little, I was now in the good average in that subject as in all the others, except in French and especially in composition where I was regularly first provided the subject pleased me. I wrote a whole collection of poems and won the first prize in a poetry competition."
      },{
        "n": 21,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:21",
        "text": "The most surprising thing is that, although not baptized, I was in a boarding school run by Catholic brothers with all that that implies (prayer before eating, before going to bed, before getting up, before studying, etc.), including the daily masses with communions... When, at the end of six months of daily communions, the brothers noticed that I was not baptized, they looked completely horrified. I, I found that funny; it was even the only moment that pleased me in their masses, that free tasting of melting crumb of bread..."
      },{
        "n": 22,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:22",
        "text": "It is also at nine years of age that I became pubescent, and that pleased me greatly and even consoled me for my incomplete solitude by discovering unknown and secret pleasures which no other among the nine-year-old children sleeping in that dormitory yet seemed to know."
      },{
        "n": 23,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:23",
        "text": "It is finally at nine years of age that I was for the first time in love, in love as one can be at that age. In view of my good school results, my mother had agreed not to put me back in boarding school and I found myself at the municipal collège of Ambert in the eighth grade. She was there, she too was nine years old or nearly, she was called Brigitte and I was shy and blushing, therefore ridiculous."
      },{
        "n": 24,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:24",
        "text": "It had taken only a glance during a medical examination, a gesture of modesty to hide from my eyes a chest where there was obviously nothing to see, to set off in me a feeling of tenderness and an immense desire to protect this being apparently so fragile."
      },{
        "n": 25,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:25",
        "text": "I found myself the following year at the same school, in the seventh grade, in the company of this first love with whom I did not even dare to speak. I had nevertheless succeeded in installing myself, at the beginning of the school year, at the desk situated just in front of hers, so that I could turn around from time to time and admire the beloved face. I was only ten and I was always thinking of her."
      },{
        "n": 26,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:26",
        "text": "The fact of being in class very close to her stimulated me and I set myself to working enough not to repeat a year again. I thus passed into the sixth grade still without the least taste for studies but, alas, we kept changing classrooms, now having teachers instead of a single schoolmaster. I was thus almost always far from her and I worked almost no more. So much so that the following year I found myself in boarding school in a little village situated some thirty kilometers from Ambert: Cunlhat."
      },{
        "n": 27,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:27",
        "text": "There, it was even worse than at Le Puy-en-Velay. We were one on top of another in a small, barely heated dormitory and, above all, there was almost no discipline and the biggest, therefore the strongest, made their law reign. I believe it is there that I began to truly hate violence. One day, having so much had enough of being brutalized by the boys stronger than me without any measure being taken against them, I set off on foot along the road, quite determined to cover the thirty kilometers separating me from my mother's house. No one had noticed my departure and when the director of the school caught up with me by car, I had already covered nearly ten kilometers."
      },{
        "n": 28,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:28",
        "text": "I was, to my great joy, thrown out and I found myself in the middle of the school year a day pupil with the brothers at Ambert. O joy, I could pass Brigitte every day in the street, ever more beautiful and whose twelfth spring had made the bodice bud deliciously."
      },{
        "n": 29,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:29",
        "text": "Less and less interested in studies, I then began to taste the joys of playing truant, especially as I hardly appreciated finding myself \"with the priests\", who had, moreover, hastened to advise my mother to have me baptized... Fortunately, she preferred to wait until I was of an age to understand in order to ask my opinion."
      },{
        "n": 30,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:30",
        "text": "What I would have liked, at that time, was to become a mechanic, for I had learned that this was useful for being a racing driver. My mother, who wished that I become an engineer, wanted at all costs that I pursue my studies and did not accept that I enter as an apprentice in a garage. This new vexation gave me back the desire to write poems and I set myself to roaming the countryside with a notebook in hand instead of attending my classes."
      },{
        "n": 31,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:31",
        "text": "At fourteen, I found myself in boarding school, this time at Le Mont-Dore, in a collège which accepted the children whom no other school in the department should want any longer. I was in the company of a fairly interesting collection of dunces and headstrong characters. It is one of those headstrong characters, one of the \"big shots\" of the boarding school, who was responsible for the orientation of the next ten years of my life. He was called Jacques and played the electric guitar, which impressed me greatly. As of the Christmas holidays I got my grandmother to give me a magnificent guitar and Jacques taught me a few chords. Then I set myself to putting my poems to music and noticed that this apparently pleased greatly those who listened to me. I began to do a few radio talent contests which I won almost always, as soon as the summer holidays were there."
      },{
        "n": 32,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:32",
        "text": "It is also during those summer holidays that I knew physical love for the first time, with the waitress of a bar who had been charmed by my songs. She was twenty years old and did not teach me much apart from the powers of the guitar over the female sex."
      },{
        "n": 33,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:33",
        "text": "The following year, I was fifteen and wanted more than ever to live my life. One day I took my guitar under my arm, a little suitcase, and farewell to the boarding school and those uninteresting studies; I took the road to Paris by hitchhiking."
      },{
        "n": 34,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:34",
        "text": "I had two thousand old francs in my pocket and a heart full of hope. I was at last going to earn my living all by myself and be able to save up to take my driving license at eighteen in order finally to become a driver."
      },{
        "n": 35,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:35",
        "text": "A stroke of luck: I was picked up by a man driving a car that hid lightning acceleration beneath the very sober dress of a sedan and, when this man told me his name and that he was a racing driver, I was able to tell him in which car he had raced and the placings he had obtained. He was flattered and astonished, he who was not so well known, to meet a young boy remembering his record. He told me he had been a clown and that now he had a garage in the Southwest. He invited me to dinner on arriving in Paris and even offered me a room in the hotel where he was staying. There, we chatted a little in the lounges with two young women who were bar hostesses and had finished their day; I sang a few songs and we went to bed each with one of those charming companions. There, I was really initiated into the things of physical love."
      },{
        "n": 36,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:36",
        "text": "The next morning, I left discreetly because I wanted to find a room and cabarets interested in my songs. I found neither the one nor the other and I spent my second night in Paris in the metro with the tramps. I no longer had a single centime and hunger made itself felt the next morning. I spent my day loitering and despairing a little of getting out of it. But, in the evening, I saw a man playing the accordion on the terrace of a café, and the customers were throwing him coins. I decided to try to do the same thing and it worked very well right away. I was saved."
      },{
        "n": 37,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:37",
        "text": "I lived like that for three years, often sleeping anywhere and eating a sandwich from time to time. But I was making enormous progress and one day I was hired in a little cabaret on the Left Bank. I earned ten francs an evening and I had fifteen francs of taxi to return to the Montmartre hill where I lived in a little room... But I had (in very small print...) my name on the bill! And I already saw myself right at the top of that bill given the success I had each evening. I met one day the actor Jean-Pierre Darras who advised me to take dramatic-art courses in order to improve my stage bearing and, as I did not have the means, he arranged for me to be able to follow the courses of the T.N.P. free of charge. For three months I therefore followed the Dullin courses, then I gave up because I did not feel at all drawn to the theatre."
      },{
        "n": 38,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:38",
        "text": "I performed then under the pseudonym of Claude Celler, which I had chosen in homage to the skier and automobile champion Tony Sailer, modifying its spelling so that, with my real first name, it would make double initials: C.C."
      },{
        "n": 39,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:39",
        "text": "I won then many radio competitions and, by performing in several cabarets, I managed to live more or less well and above all to save up enough to take my driving license at exactly eighteen as planned. But this was not sufficient to become a driver. One first had to make a name for oneself in order to hope to be hired by a marque and, for that, one had to have a competitive car and take part in a few events as an independent and, if possible, win them. Now a competitive car costs very dear. I had to continue saving in order to be able to hope to make the acquisition of such a vehicle. I therefore continued to perform and to try to make savings. Many songwriter-composer friends had recorded records and that brought them, it seems, a lot of money. I decided therefore to try to record one, now having more than a hundred and fifty songs in my files."
      },{
        "n": 40,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:40",
        "text": "The first record company where I presented myself proposed to me a three-year contract which I agreed to sign. The director of this record company was Lucien Morisse, director of the radio station \"Europe N° 1\", who had launched an enormous number of well-known singers. My first record knew an honest success and the second, thanks to a song that was called \"Le miel et la cannelle\" (Honey and Cinnamon), was even more appreciated. Perhaps the words will allow you to remember the music, for it passed very often on the radio."
      },{
        "n": 41,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:41",
        "text": "It smells of honey and cinnamon\nIt smells of vanilla and love\nIt smells of honey and cinnamon\nGirls whom I shall love forever."
      },{
        "n": 42,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:42",
        "text": "The first was dark-haired and was called Margot\nIn the evening by the moonlight we played the little flute\nI took the road of her eyes\nAnd the path no doubt of her hair."
      },{
        "n": 43,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:43",
        "text": "The second was fair-haired and was called Marielle\nThe paths of her round I still recall\nI took the road of her eyes\nAnd the path no doubt of her hair."
      },{
        "n": 44,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:44",
        "text": "The third was red-haired and was called Marion\nFor her pretty little face and her saucy petticoat\nI took the road of her eyes\nAnd the path no doubt of her hair."
      },{
        "n": 45,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:45",
        "text": "Do not weep, friend, tomorrow it is spring\nThey are so pretty and you are not twenty\nI took the road of her eyes\nYou, you will take the road of her hair."
      },{
        "n": 46,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:46",
        "text": "I gave then many shows and took part in many tours. Everything was going well and I even had the pleasure of seeing myself selected to take part in the Golden Rose of French song at Antibes."
      },{
        "n": 47,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:47",
        "text": "But those who guided me no doubt did not want me to become too well-known an artist. This stage of my life had been foreseen to develop my sensitivity and to accustom me to expressing myself in public, but no more."
      },{
        "n": 48,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:48",
        "text": "One day, while every morning it was announced on the radio that I was among the contestants selected for the Golden Rose which was to take place a week later, Lucien Morisse took me aside and explained to me that he was obliged to withdraw me from the competition, that I would understand why later but that he could not tell me more at the moment. And I did not take part in that Golden Rose."
      },{
        "n": 49,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:49",
        "text": "I therefore continued to live meagerly from song and I realized that I would never earn enough to afford that car to launch myself into racing. So, when I was offered to become a representative for the record company where I had recorded, I accepted immediately, persuaded that thus I would manage in a few months to put enough money aside."
      },{
        "n": 50,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:50",
        "text": "I found myself at Bordeaux, from where I covered some fifteen departments for which I had responsibility as a commercial agent. I stayed there a year and I stopped as soon as I had enough to buy myself (at last...) a competitive vehicle."
      },{
        "n": 51,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:51",
        "text": "I had alas only the time to break that car in before a friend destroyed it in an accident... But I had written new songs during that year spent in the Southwest and a wealthy friend pushed me to make a record again that he would finance himself."
      },{
        "n": 52,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:52",
        "text": "I spent another year living from my verse, then, as if to make me change my path definitively, I had a very serious car accident. During an over-tiring tour I had fallen asleep at the wheel and had struck a wall head-on at nearly a hundred kilometers an hour. At that spot more than ten people had already killed themselves. I came out of it with several fractures, but alive."
      },{
        "n": 53,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:53",
        "text": "Immobilized more than three months, my savings had vanished and I was still not in racing! I, who had dreamed of starting at eighteen, at twenty-two had still not taken part in a single event..."
      },{
        "n": 54,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:54",
        "text": "By dint of going to the circuits as a spectator, I had noticed the infatuation of young people for this sport and the number of boys wishing to become drivers and not knowing how to approach the problem. I did not, moreover, know much more than they did and I told myself that the best means I could find to approach this milieu was to find a profession exploiting this infatuation of young people for this specialty. I knew how to write, the link was all found: I could be a journalist in an automobile-sport magazine. I made a few contacts with specialized newspapers, but in vain, for many other young people had had the same idea."
      },{
        "n": 55,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:55",
        "text": "I then noticed a small advertisement in \"L'Équipe\", on the automobile page: photographer-reporters were sought, even beginners. I wrote and I was answered that my candidacy was retained and that I had to pay a hundred and fifty francs for handling fees. In exchange I would receive a film roll in order to do a test report on a subject of my choice. I sent the money, received the film roll and carried out the report, obviously on an automobile race, which I sent back to the address indicated."
      },{
        "n": 56,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:56",
        "text": "I very quickly received a letter inviting me to telephone Dijon where was the headquarters of the firm having placed the small advertisement. I met subsequently the boss of this \"publishing\" company, a man of about thirty saying he had \"made his fortune\" in the United States in photography, who seemed very interested by my ideas concerning the creation of an automobile-sport magazine addressed to young people wanting to become racing drivers. He finally proposed to engage me as editor-in-chief of a newspaper that was to come out a few months later. He had me visit the factory he was to buy back to install the printing works there, introduced me to the Dijon printer he was engaging as director, and showed me the house where I could live with my wife, a stone's throw from my office. I answered him that this suited me on condition that I could race and occupy myself with races. He told me then that if I preferred, he would also need a person capable of directing a competition department, for he counted on launching the new newspaper by having racing cars painted in his colors compete. This allowed me to be entirely in the swim and I agreed to become director of the competition department of this company."
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        "n": 57,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:57",
        "text": "A week later, I moved with my wife from Paris to Dijon. I had been married about three months and my wife was expecting my daughter. I had known Marie-Paule in the month of June and we had not left each other since the first day of our meeting. We had married three months later, only in relation to her family who were already very shocked that we did not want to marry religiously, a family full of old principles where I was able to attend, at the beginning, prayers before meals..."
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        "n": 58,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:58",
        "text": "My stay at Dijon lasted only two months, without the least salary, and it turned out that the rich American who wanted to create a newspaper was in fact coming out of prison and did not have a sou!!! He had swindled a sum of money varying between a hundred and fifty and three hundred francs from more than five hundred young people dreaming, like me, of becoming racing drivers or photographer-reporters. I had worked two months for nothing and I found myself with my ideas and without a sou."
      },{
        "n": 59,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:59",
        "text": "This time I decided to launch myself all alone into the great swim of publishing. I emigrated to Clermont-Ferrand, near my mother in order to let her know the joy of soon being a grandmother, and I created a publishing house in order to publish a magazine \"to my own idea\". This magazine was soon born thanks to a printer also passionate about automobile sport and who agreed to take the risk of extending me credit, to me who had no guarantee to give him."
      },{
        "n": 60,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:60",
        "text": "This newspaper started off at full tilt and very quickly became one of the first in its specialty. What is more, I reserved for myself the most interesting: namely the tests of the new models on the magnificent circuit of Mas-du-Clos, in the Creuse, and on the road. I was thus able to be introduced into the difficult milieu of racing and to have cars lent to me to race. My dream was at last coming true, and I was able to observe that I was moreover very gifted, winning many victories from my debut on cars I did not know."
      },{
        "n": 61,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:61",
        "text": "I lived there three marvelous years, progressing ceaselessly on the level of driving and technique and living a hundred percent in the milieu I loved: that of automobile sport. I must say that I felt a true delight in ceaselessly pushing back my limits and controlling better and better my reactions and my reflexes. Neither the noise of the engine nor the smell of burnt gases interested me and I must confess that I took pleasure in dreaming of a regulation obliging the constructors of racing cars to make vehicles emitting no odor and making no noise, in order to enjoy the sole sensations of driving at its purest level."
      },{
        "n": 62,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:62",
        "text": "And everything was overturned on December 13, 1973..."
      },{
        "n": 63,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:63",
        "text": "Here then, broadly, are what the events were that preceded the extraordinary day of December 13, 1973 when, in the crater of an Auvergne volcano, the Puy-de-Lassolas, I met for the first time the extra-terrestrial, or more exactly the Eloha (in the plural Elohim) whom I was to see again six days in a row at the same place and who, each time for about an hour, dictated to me The Book Which Tells the Truth and its fantastic revelations. I had, moreover, wrongly called this place the Puy-de-la-Vache, which is the name of the volcano situated just beside the Puy-de-Lassolas."
      },{
        "n": 64,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:64",
        "text": "The first days, I must confess that I wondered if I was going to dare speak of all this to anyone whatsoever. I first put into clean form the notes I had taken as best I could, but far too quickly while my interlocutor was speaking. When this was finished, I sent the original manuscript to a publishing house I judged serious, for to my knowledge it did not publish esoteric works or science fiction, and I cared obviously that this message of capital importance for humanity not find itself drowned in a collection of mysterious adventures or black books cultivating people's taste for parallel sciences. Marcel Jullian, who directed this publishing house, had me come to Paris and told me that this was sensational but that I absolutely had to recount my life before speaking of the message and that there would perhaps be \"a few little things to change\". Of all that there was absolutely no question."
      },{
        "n": 65,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:65",
        "text": "I did not want to recount my life over a hundred pages and give, afterward, the message that had been handed to me, as if my personality were as important as what I had been charged to reveal. I wanted to have the message published and only the message, even if that did not make a very thick book and therefore not very interesting for a publisher."
      },{
        "n": 66,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:66",
        "text": "I therefore asked M. Jullian to return my manuscript to me. He answered me that he did not have it because a reader had taken it away, but that, as soon as the latter was back, he would send it back to me by post."
      },{
        "n": 67,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:67",
        "text": "Back at Clermont-Ferrand, I received a little while later a telegram asking me to come to Paris to take part in the televised program of Jacques Chancel, Le Grand Échiquier. The latter, director of a collection in the publishing house where I had sent my manuscript, had read it and had understood that this was absolutely fantastic, whether one believed me or not. I therefore took part in this program and the thousands of letters I received afterward showed that, if a few laughed, many took the thing very seriously and wished to help me. But the days passed and my manuscript still did not come back. I wrote a registered letter to the publisher who answered me that the manuscript would be sent back to me but that it had still not been found."
      },{
        "n": 68,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:68",
        "text": "After ten days I went again to Paris in order to do \"something\" for no one wanted to answer me any more when I telephoned to ask if it had been found. The famous couturier Courrèges, who had contacted me following my appearance on television because it interested him, agreed to accompany me to the publisher's in order to see what exactly was becoming of this manuscript. M. Jullian told us that the reader who had taken the message had gone on holiday with it and that one did not know where to reach him... strange, strange... It was finally M. Courrèges who managed to recover the manuscript and who handed it to me in person. I still wonder whether it was really mislaid or whether one was seeking to prevent its publication. And if really in this publishing house one mislays manuscripts so easily, I advise authors against sending their originals there..."
      },{
        "n": 69,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:69",
        "text": "Alarmed by this setback and faced with the number of letters emanating from people desirous of procuring the book containing the message as soon as it appeared, Marie-Paule proposed to me to leave her nurse's job in order to devote herself to the publishing and the diffusion of this exceptional document. I accepted, for I was sure that thus I would have a permanent control of the use of these writings."
      },{
        "n": 70,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:70",
        "text": "I immediately ceased occupying myself with the automobile magazine, an occupation incompatible with the seriousness of the mission that had been entrusted to me, and in the autumn of 1974 the book came off the presses of the printing works."
      },{
        "n": 71,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:71",
        "text": "The nervous shock occasioned by this unforeseeable upheaval of my existence had had as a consequence the giving me of stomach pains bringing on almost a beginning of ulceration, a serious gastritis that had made me suffer all winter. No medication could change anything, and it was only when I decided to recover a little calm by giving myself to sessions of breathing and meditation that the pains vanished as if by enchantment."
      },{
        "n": 72,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:72",
        "text": "I had, in the month of June, taken part in a television program animated by Philippe Bouvard: Samedi-Soir; the latter, sarcastic as is his habit, had disguised his assistant as a \"Martian\", with pink antennae and a green coverall, in order to ask me if the personage I had met resembled that..."
      },{
        "n": 73,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:73",
        "text": "But the public, interested by the few things I had been allowed to say, wrote in great numbers to reproach Philippe Bouvard for not having taken me seriously. And faced with the thousands of letters he received, he decided to have me come back to do another program where I could say a little more..."
      },{
        "n": 74,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:74",
        "text": "Persuaded that, in any case, I would not be allowed to say enough, I decided to rent the Salle Pleyel for a date situated just after the television program and to announce to interested viewers that I was giving a lecture at this place in a few days. I had rented a hall of a hundred and fifty seats with an option on the one of five hundred seats, not knowing at all how many people would feel like troubling themselves to hear me: there were more than three thousand people! It was necessary to evacuate the hall for quite understandable reasons of safety, to let in only the foreseen number and to announce to the others that I would give another lecture a few days later in the great hall of two thousand seats. Obviously, many people did not leave with a light heart, some having traveled several hundred kilometers..."
      },{
        "n": 75,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:75",
        "text": "Finally everything went well and I was able to observe that, apart from the inevitable scoffers whom I moreover managed to render ridiculous by the very smallness of their questions, a great number of people were ready to help me and to support me. I, who had a dreadful \"stage fright\", a stage fright such as I had never known when I sang, everything went without a problem, the answers to the most difficult questions came all by themselves onto my lips. I felt truly helped from on high, as had been promised me. I had the impression of hearing myself answer things that I was incapable of finding all by myself. A few days later, the second lecture took place. I was very afraid that the people who had not been able to get in the first time would not come back and that I would find myself with a hall rented very dear three-quarters empty on my hands. All the more so as there had been no other publicity since that television program apart from a small paragraph in France-Soir, the only newspaper having agreed, in three lines, to announce this second lecture. There were yet again more than two thousand people and the hall was full! It was a triumph. This time I no longer had any doubt as to the success of my mission."
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        "n": 76,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:76",
        "text": "Thus, since the month of September, I have, over the course of some forty lectures, been able to see what the questions were that recurred most often and I have seen the number of the members of MADECH increase ceaselessly and the regional offices structure themselves in all the big towns of France, around the most dynamic members. I have also seen journalists really and well do their job, which consists in informing their public by writing or saying exactly what they have seen or what they have read, and others report, like those of the newspaper Le Point, mendacious things and, even after registered letters reminding them that, in conformity with the right of reply, they must rectify the defamatory article, not rectify these writings exactly; others still, like those of the newspaper La Montagne, simply refuse to announce to their readers that I was giving a lecture at Clermont-Ferrand, abusing moreover the fact that this newspaper is the only daily of the region."
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        "n": 77,
        "speaker": "Narrator",
        "refId": "ETTMTTP-1:77",
        "text": "The head of information of this newspaper moreover received me and declared to me that never would there be any question of me or of my activities in his newspaper. All this because, at the time of my first television program, they had not appreciated that I did not inform them first before speaking of all this to the ORTF... A grim story and a fine image of freedom of expression! They even refused to run a paid advertisement announcing the said lecture. Whereas over full pages there spread, in the same newspaper, advertisements for pornographic films... As for the newspaper Le Point, it had simply transformed a walk by the members of MADECH at the place of the encounter into a missed appointment with the Elohim... And the trick is done in order to try to ridicule an association that is starting up. It is obviously easier and less dangerous to attack, in a newspaper of wide diffusion, MADECH rather than the Church and its two thousand years of usurpation. But a day will come when those who have sought to hide or to distort the truth will regret their errors."
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