This story takes place last year in September, 2008 on the very first anniversary of our wedding. This takes place in Quebec, Canada. But before I get into it, let me share a tiny bit of history.
My first recollection of seeing something unusual, apart from dreams, was when I was a boy of 6 or 7. I had seen at that time, one ominous night looking out my window, a UFO of some sort. It looked like a star in the sky, but was certainly not. It had been about 10 p.m. or so on a summer's night. It was as "far" away as the stars were and certainly not an airplane. It moved across the sky with a gentle purpose, and something about it felt friendly, as well as superior. To this day, I know indeed what it was, for I have seen these again and still do.
As for my wife, she and her siblings -- also around the same age in their respective pasts, around 5 to 8 years of age or so -- have all witnessed dealings with phenomena that are quite out of the ordinary in this respect. As per her own tale, she remembers waking up suddenly in the night, and being prompted to leave her room. She says, it could have been 12 midnight or 3 a.m. (she will never know the exact times). She remembers seeing a huge light occupy an entire window in the upper portion of that two-story house, one in which they lived since babies -- a large house in a fairly rural area in Quebec. She left her room, and walked close to the stairs that led down, and stopped. She remembers a warm feeling pass over her being, and she felt that she could fly.
In the morning, she says she remembered vaguely the details of the top of her house! How could a little girl get on the roof, much less get a bird's eye view? It was not a sleep-walking adventure, to be sure!
Well, sharing with you these two respective past incidents, which are as true as any other true story here, I get on our most recent of tales.
Last year in September, we had spent a weekend in a town named St. Adele to celebrate our first year anniversary as man and wife. St. Adele is a smallish township in Quebec, yet is famous enough as a ski resort. Being the fall, not too many tourists were in town at the time. Why did we choose St. Adele? We do not know.
Well, it was the fall and chilly that night, yet nonetheless we decided to go and stand on the balcony of the small bed and breakfast room we occupied. This was perhaps 10 or 11 p.m. by this point. Looking up at the sky, it was cloudy, and I remember being disappointed, for I always love star-gazing. The moon was out too, not full, but was there, hidden behind the clouds. After about a half hour, all the clouds seemed to be drifting off. I was surprised because I remember saying to my wife, "I haven't seen anything in such a while, it would have been nice to spy out some tiny moving object!" (It had been a while since either of us could remember seeing much of anything.) Still, we saw nothing at all that night, and as it grew more chilly, we decided to go in and get some rest.
Waking up the next morning, I remembered a dream. I will share it with you exactly as I remember: In a flash, all I can remember is being inside a circular-shaped room, and there are figures standing inside. The room is clean and crisp, I think blueish white, and it had windows or circular portholes of some kind. I am standing, too, and am being faced by these beings, who look like humans, except for the fact that they are dressed in ancient robes -- not modern clothes, not skin-tight spandex or spacesuits, just robes, like something from ancient times. What is more, they are all male as far as I can tell, and all have dark hair and facial hair as well.
There is one in the center, and three flanking either side, making a total of seven "men". The one in the center must have been the leader; in fact, I know he was, for he radiated the most energy, and he gave the impression of being very wise and very holy. Yes, the first thing that comes to mind is Jesus, or someone like him in some way or another. Don't ask me why, but this is what I felt, and still wonder about. The thing is, all the "men" look at me, but not the one in the center. He is looking down at the floor as if pondering something. I do not recall any words said or felt in my mind whatsoever.
After that, there is nothing. That is all I can remember. The duration of this episode lasted perhaps 10 or 15 seconds. I told my wife about it, and she thought it was quite interesting, considering a few things we had recently been talking about. Yet my story has one more little twist.
The following night we are back at home with nothing special happening, only the warm feeling of having spent a nice weekend remaining with us. We go to bed, and all is well. The next morning, we discover a mark on my right temple. There is a thin scar there, a scab, freshly healing from a cut of some kind. The shape of it is an arrow pointing upward. I have a few pictures of this on my cell phone as well as on my digital camera. This story is true to the last word. The "scar" healed normally, and was gone in a few days.