This is a sample taken from Dr. Turi's book in progress "You Are God."

Dr. Turi has had several dramatic encounters with UFOs as well as being repeatedly visited by them as a child. Incredible experiences breed exceptional people and he tells how extraterrestrials have transmitted knowledge to him about the stars, as guides to our lives. Check the book page.

This is Dr. Turi's first UFO experience as a child in the old house attic. From his early abductions to the spaceship trip, he has 3 more incredible and solid experiences to relate, complete with drawings. Indeed Dr. Turi is a legitimate and honest recipient of extraordinary encounters that have influenced his fate to learn and teach the dynamics of our Universe and its relationships with the fate of mankind.

MY FIRST CONTACT

As incredible as it may sound, since the tender age of seven, extraterrestrial intelligences (UFOs) have programmed me to bring to you new understanding containing certain subtle dynamics involving our universe. I was born during a very cold winter night on February 26, 1950 in the southern part of France in "La Provence." This small locale is called Pont Saint Esprit or translated in English, "The Bridge of the Spirit." No tangible answer or explanations were given to me about the "little monkeys" that regularly came to "visit" me in the kingdom of the night. Those small airy creatures had big menacing black eyes, and that specific group of ETs is now identified as the "grays." During this early time in my life, I could only see what my young mind would accept as "little monkeys," and were described as such to my wondering mother the morning after. After many of their visits, I gradually became paranoid, and could not be left alone in the dark. Still, even after so many years, the rest of the family (eight brothers and sisters) can easily recall my awful screams just before bed time and sometimes in the middle of the night.

Preceding those "encounters" my stepfather built a "bedroom" in the attic to separate the growing boys from the girls. Before that room, we kids dog housed and snoozed together much of our young lives to face the cold winter nights. My grandfather owned the house, and the old structure suffered tremendous damage in both the 1st and 2nd World Wars and German bombings. Grandpa's nickname was "Sardines" (he loved fishing.) Sadly for him, he lost both of his legs on a German mine and with his meager war subsidy, he could not afford to repair the impaired house. Thus, there were no rest rooms, no running water and no electricity to the striving family. Years later, my stepfather Daniel, who spent his entire life in construction, began to restore the patriarchal house in his spare time.

Silhouettes and phantoms of the night were coming from the dim streetlight filtering through a dirty broken window. With this faint light I could find my way around to see enough of my environment to distinguish the uninvited terrifying "creatures." Myriad's of cats were living with us and were my only source of heat during many cold winters. Our old house was a paradise for many insects and animals, mostly because the butcher next door did all the killing and meat cutting right there. Before reaching the "le tout a l' egout" sewer, all the bloody wastes had to go openly past the back of our house through the twenty feet or more of open pipe "rigole" to find their way to the underground city sewers system. Then, all the collected trash found its way down to the mighty Rhone River. Attracted by the putrefying flesh, huge families of rats made our house their own heaven. Most of their "rapacious" time was spent eating, fighting, and mating all year round. Starving neighbors' cats also found our old house a paradise for hunting and feasting. This brawling carnival of "cats-and-rats concerto" took place every night during my dramatic upbringing. During this crucial time in the 50's, our neighbors had no money for food, let alone money for neutering their cats, and that bunch of felines kept growing larger each year. I recall those long-gone days with agony, as they were certainly hard and even dangerous for us. The possibilities of suffering contaminated food poisoning by mice's germs, or falling victim to stinging crawling insects was very high. The old unsanitary house could be described as a "jungle," harvesting and housing every known pestilence. I recall our close neighbor Laura nearly losing her unguarded toddler to vicious bites, inflicted by rats upon her baby. The dirty pests were especially attracted to the smell of milk on the suckling infant. Luckily for her, the screams of one of the older children saved the nursling. With my younger brother Vincent, one of our favorite pastimes was to kill as many rats as possible with our homemade "fronds" sling shots.

I myself had to often hunt for cats, mostly to keep me warm and cozy. Sometimes my chase was made easier by catching cats fleeing other cats longing for their kill. Some, carrying bloody prey in their mouths, made their way up to my "bedroom" in the attic. It was then in those circumstances, in the winter of 1957, that my first unimaginable UFO encounter took place. Over the years, I was to experience three more of those incredible UFO encounters. In their own way each one of them were simply very real and extraordinary in nature.

The Fateful Night

"Time to go to bed," Mom said. "You have five minutes to go upstairs, and then you must blow out the candle. And be careful not to set the house on fire," she added. "Yes Mom," was my reply.

"Have you seen Grisette Mom?" I asked her. "No, she just had new kittens and you may not see her for a while," she answered. Grisette was a beautiful tabby cat; she resembled a miniature tiger, constantly rubbing her stripped coat on anyone's leg. She was my favorite feline friend and spent most of the nights curving and purring next to me.

Later during the night, I was deep asleep when I felt something touching my foot. I immediately thought of a cold "Grisette" wanting to share some affection and warmth with me in the bed. First I stomped the animal, as I wanted her to come closer to the top of the bed. The night was chilly and she was welcome to share some of my precious body heat under the thin blanket. She did not move an inch; instead she gave me a stronger signal that she (I thought) was still there. Quite surprised, I realized that she wasn't making her way to the top of the bed. Thus, half way numbed, I raised myself on the bed and in the semi-darkness, reached for her.

As long as I live, I shall never forget that particular moment. That unworldly episode would haunt me the rest of my life. Surprised and horrified, I watched four strange creatures. They were about four feet tall and those eerie "visitors" were staring at me from the bottom of my bed. They were cautiously looking at me with their enlarged piercing black eyes. I as if they were wondering how I could see them. I was in shock and unable to bring forward a single sound. My throat was tightened as if in a knot, and even if I wanted , not a sound could come out of my mouth. I swiftly brought the blanket above my head and hid away in the bed. In spite of the cutting cold, I was perspiring and wondering why those little "monkeys" were here. I was desperately waiting for those "visitors" to go away. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, I slowly pulled the blanket away from my eyes and peeked out into the semi-darkness. To my extreme surprise, one of them seemingly had anticipated my move. He was right here, less than an inch from my petrified face. It was too much for me that night and I simply passed out! The morning after, mom's screams got me out of my "deep sleep."

"Louis, Louis come on, get up son, you're late for school" she yelled from downstairs.

In a flash, I painfully recalled the previous night's awful experience. Still panicking, I screamed my head off for rescue. Then my frightened mother came up the stairs and got me out of bed. Crying, trembling and very upset, through many convulsing thumps, I strafed hard trying to explain to my mother the odd experience I had suffered the preceding night.

"For God sake, what's going on Louis?" she repeatedly asked me. "You had a nightmare? Did something scare you? Tell me son? Mommy is here now, you're safe."

I looked at her for a while, and then asked, "Are they gone?"
"Who, what? We can talk about this downstairs," she said, helping me out of the bed.

Afterward, still very upset, I described as best as I could the occurrence, but my mother thought it a bad dream only. The following weeks, the situation got worse as the scary "visitors" kept coming. Nobody could help me understand what was really going on in the privacy of my bedroom, and I could not do anything else than to accept my fate.

Not much information in this little French village in the 50's was available pertaining to the UFO phenomenon, or anywhere for that matter. This all occurred at a time before ETs and UFO's came into public view. Therefore I do not believe I could have been influenced in any way to imagine these things. Especially when the family did not even own a television set or could not afford a cheap radio to expand its limited horizon. The ordeal was an ample part of my upbringing, as the "little monkeys" were forging a specific program upon my psyche. The nightmarish experience repeated for months and years. My behavior became erratic, my emotions uncontrollable, until my nightly regular screams became too much for the neighborhood. My mother thought of me perhaps being seriously mentally disturbed. On the advice of our local physician (Dr. Vieux) an evaluation on my mental health was planned at the local mental institution. My downhearted mother was also informed of the possibility of a nasty side effect involving the still experimental electrical brain shock treatments. She became unsure about the dangerous treatment and, thank God, she decided to repeal the entire idea of having my brain fried. Thus, I kept my sanity!

Later, following the first initial abductions, I became a little more trustful of them, knowing that as always I would be perfectly fine the next day. As I grew older the nightly Alien visitations slowly desisted, but a firm knowledge of our close spiritual connection was born and kept maturing. I already knew that I was to meet and deal with them again, somewhere, somehow, sometime...

If you would like to hear of my other UFO experiences, come to the Bay Area UFO Expo in Santa Clara.
~Dr. Turi

Here is a very nice website for those of you who like to keep close track of the moon:

Moon Phase Calculator

Allah or Jesus? by Rick Mathes Last month I attended my annual training session that's required for maintaining my state prison security clearance. During the training session there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who explained each of their belief systems. I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Imam gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video. After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and asked: "Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world. And, that by killing an infidel, which is a command to all Muslims, they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?" There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, "Non-believers!" I responded, "So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can go to Heaven. Is that correct?" The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He sheepishly replied, "Yes." I then stated, "Well, sir, I have a real problem trying to imagine Pope John Paul commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering Protestants to do the same in order to go to Heaven!" The Imam was speechless. I continued, "I also have problem with being your friend when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me. Let me ask you a question. Would you rather have your Allah who tells you to kill me in order to go to Heaven or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to Heaven and He wants you to be with me?" You could have heard a pin drop as the Imam hung his head in shame. Needless to say, the organizers and/or promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with Rick's way of dealing with theIslamic Imam and exposing the truth about the Muslim's beliefs. I think everyone in the US should be required to read this, but with the liberal justice system, liberal media, and the ACLU, there is no way this will be widely publicized. Please pass this on to all your email contacts. This is a true story and the author, Rick Mathes, is a well known leader in prison ministry. Subject: Fw: Heart Attack - Important Please Read A cardiologist says If everyone who gets this mail sends it to 10 people, you can bet that we'll save at least one life. Read this... It could save your life!! Let's say it's 6.15 pm and you're driving home (alone of course), after an unusually hard day on the job. You're really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to radiate out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don't know if you'll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself. HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness. However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again. Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital. Tell as many other people as possible about this.It could save their lives!! SCIENCE AND SPACE Inside the giants Puzzling differences in Jupiter and Saturn By Robert Roy Britt SPACE.com Tuesday, July 20, 2004 Posted: 3:41 PM EDT (1941 GMT) This image of Saturn was captured by Cassini as it approached the planet. (SPACE.com) -- Scientists aren't sure what the interiors of Jupiter and Saturn look like or how the planets formed. But a new study of their insides suggests they took different paths to giant status. Researchers modeled 50,000 what-ifs of internal structure using real data from the two planets and lab experiments that show how material behaves under extreme pressure. They found Saturn has a huge core and Jupiter may have none. "Heavy elements are concentrated in Saturn's massive core, while those same elements are mixed throughout Jupiter, with very little or no central core at all," said Didier Saumon of the Los Alamos National Laboratory. The result, published last week in the Astrophysical Journal, agrees with similar studies but is far more comprehensive. "These conclusions are now very firm," Saumon said in a telephone interview. Why so different? Both planets are about 70 percent hydrogen. Most of the rest of their makeup is helium. The remaining "heavy elements" include iron, silicon, carbon, nitrogen and oxygen. But why would only Saturn end up with a heavy core? The question is a troubling one for planet-formation theorists. The leading model for giant planet formation involves first growing a core of rock and ice several times the mass of Earth. Once big enough, this core easily attracts and holds onto gas, sweeping through the nascent solar system and glomming on to hydrogen and other elements left behind in the Sun's formation. But this so-called core-accretion model has a problem. It takes millions of years to build a gas giant, and observations of other star systems suggests the gas swirling around a newborn star doesn't hang around that long. An alternative theory has a gas giant collapsing out of a knot of gas. This method can form the seed of a Jupiter-like planet in just 1,000 years or so. But the theory hasn't allowed full modeling of a finished planet so far, Saumon said, and only a handful of researchers embrace it. As Saumon points out, if Jupiter has little or no core, it would seem to lend credence to the gravitational collapse idea. He's not ready to give up on the standard model of core accretion, however, in part because scientists prefer common solutions to explain similar-looking, neighboring objects. "We don't really believe the two planets would have formed by two processes so different," he said. Crushing pressure Saumon speculates on what might have happened with Jupiter: The king of the nine planets contains 318 times more mass than Earth (Saturn contains about 95 Earth masses). Jupiter's core would have been melted to liquid under intense pressure during formation. "If it accreted gas very, very fast, this large amount of mass would come crashing down fast enough to induce mixing of the core," he said. The sort of heavy elements which, in the center of Saturn form a core, were instead mushed around and spread throughout Jupiter. He cautions that more observations are needed to settle the case. "You can't see the core," Saumon said. "The measurements we have are very indirect." Rapid rotation the giants -- each spins around once about every 10 Earth-hours -- causes them to bulge at their midsections in a way that depends on internal structure, and space probes have measured the bulges in the gravity fields of the planets during flybys. "It's a very indirect way of determining the internal structure. But that's all we have." Gravity measurements of Saturn by the Cassini spacecraft, especially if it is allowed to operate beyond the four years of the planned primary mission, could improve understanding of its deep mysteries, Saumon said. Subject: WHITE HOUSE VOO DOO Tom Ridge: Nostradamus Prophecies "Chilling, Compelling" Basis for Increased Terror Alert Level August 5, 2004 Satire by David Albrecht The Democratic Underground, 8-05-04 WASHINGTON (AP) - Homeland Security chief Tom Ridge today defended the Bush administration's decision to rely on the prophetic writings of 16th-Century astrologer and self-proclaimed seer Nostradamus to increase terror alert levels in New York, Newark and Washington, DC. "We found compelling evidence that terrorists intend to strike at America's financial infrastructure, and we took action on that evidence," he stated. Secretary Ridge cited a number of specific passages, in particular one cryptic message dating from September, 1545, as indicative of al Qaeda's focus on the American banking system. After lighting several large candles, donning a medieval scholar's robes and cap and dimming the lights in the conference room where reporters waited, Ridge read from a sheet of parchment, noting that: "The Eastern worm gnaws not the shining hoard, But thwarted turns instead to lightning's power And boldly daubs with fire all held within The proud, envenomed miser's tower" "We are confident as to the interpretation of this information," Ridge noted. "The 'Eastern worm' mentioned here is clearly a reference to al Qaeda and their allies. We are also confident that, thwarted by security measures already in place, these terrorists are now attempting some sort of cyber-attack - hence the reference to 'lightning's power.' It could also potentially refer to some sort of an attack on Fort Knox, just like James Bond and British intelligence thwarted back in 1964, but we're still working on confirming that possibility." DHS and White House staffers emphasized that the prophecies of Nostradamus (1503-1566) were only one element in a comprehensive intelligence-gathering program. "We're getting input from many areas," said Press Secretary Scott McClellan. "These include the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the mysterious lines of Nazca in Peru, and the mathematical ratios displayed by the Great Pyramids height and sides." McClellan then excused himself early from the briefing, after blowing a cloud of powder derived from the mysterious black lotus flower through a small papyrus tube at the assembled members of the press. Some reacted with anger to suggestions that the Nostradamic Threat Matrix, as staffers call it, is a waste of time and taxpayer money. "If you're suggesting that certain sources of intelligence should not be considered, that we should arbitrarily rule out entire huge areas of inquiry because they don't fit your preconceived notions of intelligence, I just, I can't agree with that stance," stated White House Chief of Staff Andrew Card. Card emphasized that top-secret intercepts from Pakistani intelligence, which he could not reveal in detail, support the NTM project. Pressed by veteran reporter Helen Thomas, Card exclaimed, "There are mysteries and powers you can't even dream of, fool!" before vanishing into a rotating bookcase in the wall of his office. Homeland Security personnel had no immediate comment on new plans to boost domestic airline and shipping security procedures - at least, not by name. An unwillingness to reveal specific security precautions remains a concern with DHS. However, some senior officials speaking off the record did emphasize that once cooled with a baboon's blood, the charm would be both firm and good.

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