Jacques Vallee - Revelations - Alien Contact and Human

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Jacques Vallee - Revelations - Alien Contact and Human

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PURPLE JUSTICE 144 REVELATIONS search for several days. Like Walton, he had suddenly reappeared with no initial recollection of his experience. And, like Travis Walton, Franck Fontaine would soon become disgusted with the way he was treated by the media, by the police, and by science. He dropped out of sight, refusing to comment about his experience—an experience that was eventually forgotten but never explained. PURSUING THE TRUTH ABOUT At this point in this long story the reader has a perfect right to tell me: "Look, the leader of these men, who are not very reliable to begin with, has confessed to a hoax; his major supporter, Jimmy Guieu, has with- held his confidence in Prevost; the police and GEPAN have spent days and thousands of dollars researching the case and they have concluded it was a hoax. So why don't you drop it like everybody else?" The answer is very simple: I do not think Fontaine was abducted by extraterrestrials. But I do not think he is lying either. The disappearance of Franck Fontaine is one of the most disturbing episodes in the whole history of UFOs. But it was not a hoax. Before I retrace here the long analysis that led me to a conclusion that differs radically from those presented earlier, I should explain something about my own background and my motivations for paying particular attention to the Pontoise case. You see, I was born in Pontoise. Not only was 1 born there, but 1 attended the same school as Franck Fontaine, for one year. And as a child I often rode my bike in the area where the Purple Justice is now standing. It used to be a wide open plateau with large fields of cabbage and beets, which was turned into sugar by local factories. I especially remember the thick mud that dropped from the produce trucks and made the roads slippery and very dangerous for bicycling when it rained. My father, who was a judge and later the president of the Tribunal in Pontoise, knew Cergy like the back of his hand. He took me there once to show me several large, incongruous, flat stones in the fields. He