Dr. Louis Turi
Dr. Turi is a successful Astrophile who lectures, teaches, and writes, as well as giving practical and spiritual guidance to thousands of clients world-wide. He is a regular guest on well known national television programs and has made numerous unarguable and well documented predictions, with thousands of viewers as his witnesses. He is also a regular guest on Jeff Rense's international radio show and many others. His September 2001 Moon Power monthly forecast predicted years ahead and in great detail the dramatic dilemma surrounding the events of 9-11. (See www.drturi.com) Besides his success in the field of Astropsychology, 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. http://www.drturi.com/books.html BiographyAs was the great prophet Nostradamus, Dr. Turi was born and raised in Provence, France. He studied engineering from the FPA College at home while singing and playing in a band. In 1973, he moved to England to pursue his dream to become a pianist. In 1976 he received the highest distinction Musicianship Award Cup and graduated from the Royal School of Music in London then worked as a recording artist for Phillips Phonograms Recording Company. Later, he moved to the United States looking for an opportunity to promote his musical career. He started his new life totally alone, with less than $50.00 in his pocket. Later he received an ASME Section 9 Nuclear Welding Test Certification and worked on the US Naval Base in San Diego, CA and Pearl Harbor HI, while pursuing his passion to fly helicopters. His life took a sharp turn in 1990 when the US economy, the real estate and construction fields went down. The only thing left for Louis was to turn his real passion and fate, the stars. He became a full time successful astrologer. In 1991 he received a metaphysical Doctorate from The Light Institute in Sacramento, CA. Disappointed with the conventional jargonized astrology, he spent the last few years, rekindling and practicing the Seer's rare Divine Astrology method, which he calls Astropsychology. Since then, his notoriety has skyrocketed, and he now teaches and counsels people from all walks of life. He has appeared on numerous radios and television shows worldwide. In 1999, Dr. Turi launched his own publishing company, Startheme Publications, Ltd. He lectures all over the world and at many Barnes & Noble and Borders Bookstores nationwide to further man's cosmic consciousness. He also writes incredible books of knowledge and wisdom. 
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.
"Louis, Louis come on, get up son, you're late for school" she yelled from downstairs.
"For God sake, what's going on Louis?" she repeatedly said to me.
"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. 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 become 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... Contact: Dr. Louis Turi
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