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Man has always believed in the invisible : spirits, ghosts, silent shadows...

But not everyone shares this faith. What if the truth was hidden there, between belief and doubt ?

In 1987, after a difficult pregnancy, Isabelle gave birth to her second child, David

Since that birth, She feels and experiences strange phenomena

Since that birth, She feels and experiences strange phenomena Suddenly,

I heard a voice tell me...

...pray, now.

I sat up on my bed

and I thought: something's wrong.

She will understand with time that she hears and sees the dead

Back then, we talked about witchcraft.

My mother always told me,

if you feel something,

if you're not comfortable,

you say it out loud:

"Get out, you don't belong here."

When we speak...

...about exorcism.

It's because the person,

...or the people,

face a situation they can't control.

They think a power is at work,

acting

in that place or against them.

And there, it was...

...Hades.

It was hell.

I'm Isabelle.

I'll be 64 on April 28...

...2024.

I was born in 1960.

I'm a mother of three.

We're filming here

at my children's workplace.

We are perfumers.

In 1987, my son David,

who works with me, was born.

I went through something

that wasn't very pleasant.

At five and a half months, David

was diagnosed with that disease

transmitted by cats.

Toxoplasmosis.

I found out

through a letter from the hospital,

stating that I was entitled

to a therapeutic abortion

for this child.

It was a massive shock.

Because during each pregnancy,

I gained a lot of weight.

I had very large babies

that I could feel very early on.

And I was starting to wonder.

My husband was a doctor.

He told me: "You can't keep him."

I already had

a 4-year-old daughter, Sophie.

He'd say: "Do you realize?

You won't be able to care for him.

Think about Sophie."

But I didn't want an abortion.

Deep down, I felt that

this child was fine.

It was hideous.

I received letters from the hospital

ordering me

to abort.

What I feel,

when I see Isabelle's story,

is that she has this inner voice

speaking to her,

saying:

"Don't do this."

To me, it's the sixth sense.

That small inner voice.

An intuition that's innate.

You don't know why, you just know.

You can't explain it.

It's not rational.

It's something deep inside us

saying: "I know this is it.

I must listen because it's right."

At that moment,

I needed to, how should I say...

release this stress,

escape this difficult emotional state...

...by painting.

I was constantly

painting incredible things.

Angels. I don't know why.

Even with a religious education,

I had completely set it aside.

My children weren't baptized.

I was no longer practicing.

But I was painting angels.

and with such a technique,

it shouldn't have been possible.

I was self-taught.

For instance, I painted

like...

...artists in the Middle Ages.

Using beer and eggs,

I made my own binders,

pigments, things like that,

I didn't know where I got that technique.

Isabelle is very emotional.

This emotion allows her

to connect, to link up.

To link to herself

and to something greater.

I think that when she paints,

Isabelle is guided by her soul.

Her soul pushes her to externalize her emotions on the canvas,

her intuitions,

her feelings.

At the same time, I think she is

maybe,

connected to one of her past lives.

She picked up something

she already had within her

to continue it in this life.

I was discovering an artistic side that I didn't have at all.

I used to do a lot of sports.

I had never had any interest

in any kind of artistic activity.

So I was very surprised

by this sudden interest in painting,

which helped me a lot until

my son's birth,

who turned out to be a baby,

beautiful,

normal,

big,

he weighed almost 11 lbs.

So...

...there you go.

That was the first episode.

After that, I had Nina, the youngest.

David's birth

had been so terrible.

One contraction,

6 minutes, 4.5 hours of stitches.

So, when I was pregnant

with Nina, the youngest,

I had called a friend who was

an anesthesiologist, telling him:

"you'd better be there the day I give birth,

because I don't want to go through that again."

And when Nina was born,

I had furunculosis.

It was horrible.

I was in pain,

I was tired.

I wasn't doing well.

I needed to take naps

because I was having a hard time

recovering from that pregnancy.

Nina must have been 6 or 7 months old.

I would take naps at the same time as the children.

It allowed me to recover.

And suddenly, I heard a voice

completely thunderous, telling me...

...and I mean, it really commanded me.

Pray, now.

Pray now !

And I found myself on my knees,

I don't know how.

I have no explanation for it.

Hands joined together,

on my bed,

crying.

I don't know how long it lasted.

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

I was very shocked.

My first reflex was

to go check the children’s room,

telling myself

that they were making noise in their room.

They must have turned on some music.

Basically, it was very confusing in my head.

The children’s room was on the other side.

I went to check.

Nina and David were sleeping peacefully.

I went to sit on my bed,

and I told myself something is wrong.

Something is happening and it's not right at all.

For me, there are two factors at play.

The first,

Isabelle had already been prepared

for something greater

to communicate with the spirit.

At the same time,

there is also

the encounter with the manifestation.

And this manifestation, when it arrives

and when you don't know, don't understand,

it's something that can be very frightening.

And so, it can lead you to

believe you are going insane.

Because communicating with the spirit,

when you aren't used to it,

it can really be borderline.

I think she was truly very afraid.

And the fact of hearing

this voice speaking to her,

it's something that is

overwhelming as well when

you aren't used to it.

But for me, it's something that

was already in the realm

of a sort of preparation toward a future

between her and the spiritual world,

and between her and her

future children, obviously.

So I called

a psychiatrist friend.

And I said, listen, I have a problem.

I'm becoming schizophrenic. I'm hearing voices.

Not only am I hearing voices,

but the voices are moving me.

I explain to him what's happening.

He bursts out laughing. He tells me I must be tired.

"You're not crazy, everything is fine."

But that wasn't what I wanted to hear.

I wanted to be taken care of

because I felt that something wasn't normal.

In the end, I told myself I would go see a priest and

I left for church.

And there was

a person in the church,

and I asked if I could speak

to the parish priest.

I waited 5 minutes, then the priest came.

I explained to him what was happening.

And he turned toward the altar,

arms outstretched on each side, saying:

"Thank you, Lord, for bringing back a stray sheep."

And then I thought, I've hit rock bottom.

What is going on?

Even if, I would say,

the command I'd received

was "pray now," I didn't understand

what he was telling me.

It wasn't at all what

I wanted to hear.

I mean, I don't know what

I wanted to hear,

but I wasn't well.

Well ...

Things were happening and I didn't

realize what was going on.

And without really being able to talk about it

because...

...to my psychiatrist friend, it was normal,

I could explain it to him.

But to friends...

...they laughed.

They laughed...

David, it made him laugh a lot.

He would say to me, yeah, sure

mom, you see things.

I told him, yes, I see them

just like I see you.

I didn't wonder whether it was true or not.

I was a teenager,

it's kind of the silly age.

And I was very mischievous during that time.

And my mother tells me she feels a presence.

An entity.

He's always behind my shoulder,

watching what I'm doing.

He’s wearing a raincoat and a hat.

She saw him a bit like that,

and she’d say, "it’s funny,

but I feel like he's a bit playful,

a bit of a jokester."

We had an entity

that went up and down,

that I could feel.

One evening, he said, well me...

...I'm going to call him.

And I'm going to see what happens.

I thought it was funny,

we had a pinball machine at home,

a big pinball machine.

And I'd say to him: "you want to play pinball with me?"

I was trying to provoke it:

"Hey, man with the hat,"

"what are you doing at our place?"

And then at one point, my mother said,

"Listen, David, you shouldn't laugh at these things,

because you never know if the person

you might be in contact with,

the entity, is good or bad.

If you invite it like that,

by teasing it, by doing things,

you might be inviting it to make contact.

And if it's a dark soul

or someone evil,

it can cause things to happen."

"Bad things."

David went up to his room;

It was time to sleep.

I'm going to bed,

I go to my room,

I close my door.

Suddenly,

my radio makes a sound,

a weird sound.

I thought the radio had a problem.

It turned off.

Two minutes later, same thing,

exactly the same sound,

a sort of muffled white noise,

like that, very strange.

It was like a death rattle.

And, same thing.

My radio cuts out.

My radio had never done that.

It had never shut off like that.

And then...

my blood runs cold,

I think back to this morning,

"you provoked him, you shouldn't have." He's a teaser.

I start to panic,

and my mother always told me,

if you feel things

and you're not comfortable

or whatever, you...

you express it and you say,

"Get out, you don't belong here,

you... you're not..."

Basically, you're not home,

you're out of place, so get out!

And I... I scream this in my room,

GET OUT! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!

because I'm starting to panic,

and then I see my door...

...opening and closing.

I still get chills talking about it.

I jumped out of bed

like never before, I screamed,

I went downstairs crying.

I was 15 years old.

He came running, scared to death,

because what happened in his room

horrified him.

I told him, "You see,

you shouldn't play with that."

I didn't sleep in my room for a week.

I slept with my little sister

I think he was so afraid,

so afraid, that...

he said, "I'll never play with these things again."

I didn't act tough,

and since that experience,

I don't mess with that anymore.

It's just things...

It was impossible for my door to open like that.

It wasn't a draft.

A draft can open a door

and it stays open,

but I had carpet,

it rubbed a bit,

it's not possible,

it can't open and close like that.

My door opened,

there was a latch as well,

and it closed behind it.

He obviously inherited from his mom,

because the gift,

or those perceptions are passed on,

but it's also certainly because,

he too,

has a great sensitivity,

emotion,

so he perceives

maybe more easily,

and it's maybe

certainly more heightened

in him than in other people.

It served as a lesson,

but at the same time,

while the girls were never afraid,

it really shocked him.

But after all,

I think, it's a good lesson,

he won't go playing,

turning tables or whatever...

And so, I don't know...

David is actually quite private.

I don't know if he still has fun

with friends,

or doing things,

even as he gets older,

but I know that ...

he pushes it away, it doesn't make...

In fact, he'd like to,

but it makes him uncomfortable.

In the meantime,

I divorced my husband

and with my new partner,

we took a farm in Schalkendorf.

I was the one who wanted it.

Today, the village of Schalkendorf

is a very quiet village,

very peaceful.

I am the mayor,

so I would say it's great,

very beautiful.

No, honestly, it is beautiful,

it's quiet,

it's one of those...

I'd say, wealthy villages.

There's no animosity,

there's no...

it's a harmonious village.

We've managed to integrate

all the new arrivals,

and we have a mix

that's truly successful

in Schalkendorf.

It's a village where

life is good.

Around 1900 - 1905,

where we are right now,

at the Schalkendorf town hall,

there was a farm

occupied by people,

people a little bit antisocial,

a bit reclusive,

about whom there

were many rumors,

not only because

of their way of life,

but also because of

certain things that

could happen there,

which at the time sounded like...

they still talked

a lot about witchcraft,

things like that.

It was about actions

or strange things

happening in that place.

The daughter, actually,

it was a couple with a daughter,

the daughter couldn't take it,

the daughter committed suicide

a few years later,

and when the last member

of that family passed away,

the town bought

the entire farm,

to turn the house portion

into the town hall.

They're old farmhouses

with very high walls,

almost like enclosures,

so you have large wooden doors,

two large wooden gates

that open into a large courtyard.

In the middle, there was a linden tree,

surrounded by barns,

it was very pretty,

it had a lot of character.

The whole place had a lot of character.

When we visited this house,

the girl from the agency went first,

my partner behind her,

and then me.

And suddenly,

I see someone walking down,

a man dressed

in an old sweater,

old corduroy pants,

and I think, here we go again.

Then I decide to follow him.

And then he disappears

through a door that you can't

see if you don't know it's there.

I open the door,

I feel stairs, a few steps,

and I fall into what I saw later

was hay,

but I sank in,

and then I got scared. And I went up,

and then I went into the house,

but things were already

a little strange.

Just before moving in,

I wasn't sure if

it was a good idea,

because I felt it was the tree

that hides the forest.

But I didn't listen to myself.

When I saw that

man enter the barn

I told myself I'd go look,

I took a large flashlight.

And there, it was absolute horror, there were crosses on the wall.

Female and male symbols.

I wonder what it is.

I already didn't feel safe,

and thought atrocities happened here.

They killed some, they put...

Anyway, my head was spinning...

I lived with a very difficult man,

who loved elegance,

but it was extreme,

all the paintings had to be redone,

specifically with Italian paints.

So, we brought in a couple,

to work in the house,

who could do the renovations

and the Italian painting.

In the kitchen,

there was to be a marble countertop

that had to be custom-cut.

It was a massive job.

The couple knew exactly what to do.

They started the work.

Alain was in Paris,

and I was in Strasbourg,

so I went to supervise the work.

And after a while,

Adrian tells me,

"I'm tired,

I'm not sleeping at night."

Then he finally tells me:

"You know,

at night we don't leave the room.

After a certain hour,

we lock ourselves in

because I felt someone

touch my shoulder,

I thought it was Elena,

but it wasn't Elena!"

It was strange.

I asked him, "What do you mean?"

He said there are people there,

that they don't feel right,

so they sleep in the office.

It was under construction,

and they were sleeping in there.

And to sleep,

they played very loud music.

That's how they managed to sleep,

but without actually resting.

And then I thought, "Okay..."

And then something strange happened,

something completely unbelievable.

On Saturday night,

I had finished setting up my things.

I was waiting for Alain to arrive.

And I had invited friends

to dinner in the evening.

We ended late into the night.

I put all the dishes in the kitchen,

telling myself I'd clean tomorrow.

I went up to bed.

Everything's fine. But at 5 a.m.,

I was woken up.

Something was running above my head,

it felt like I was at a summer camp.

I don't know how many there were.

My heart was beating in my throat...

...out of fear.

And I thought...

...who is in my house?

What was astonishing,

was that my two big dogs didn't move.

It was completely insane.

Am I the only one hearing them?

They didn't even look at the ceiling.

I pulled the covers over my head,

I didn't want to know anything.

I was terrified.

Then finally, I got up the courage

to leave the room,

I started yelling,

"What the hell is going on?"

I went up to the top floor,

there was nothing,

and the noise started downstairs.

There was a clock,

and on the other side, something

that had become a bookshelf,

but with a door that opened

and closed,

and it wouldn't stop banging.

I go down, racing downstairs,

and it started up again upstairs.

And when the church bells struck 6,

it stopped dead.

And the house...

I went up, put on a tracksuit,

and went out with the dogs.

I... I was panicking.

And the kids were coming over,

with friends for lunch.

And I thought, "What do I do?"

"Do I go back to Strasbourg?"

Do I get in the car,

and I head back to Strasbourg ?

What do I do?

I put my dogs safely in the car.

I was ready to pull away,

I didn't know what I should do.

I told myself either I go back to Strasbourg,

or I wait,

and I waited,

because they might come around ten,

around nine-thirty,

I didn't know exactly when.

And I didn't go back into the house

to call...

I didn't want to go back into the house anymore.

In this episode, based on what I see,

as for Isabelle, to me,

she is truly connected to the spirit world.

That much is clear.

To me, there's no question about it.

It's really...

Not even worth analyzing;

for me, it's obvious.

But you should also know

that in certain houses,

there are houses that

are called "passage houses".

Maybe there are other terms;

I'm just explaining it in my own words.

But these are passages where, for example,

in times of war,

people helped others cross,

hid them, and

led them somewhere else.

So in a way, people also say

of these houses,

that they are passing souls,

because it's a channel that takes them

somewhere else.

So it's like a column, like that,

where you could say souls pass through,

like an elevator.

Then, I think

she might have also been able to

hear and see things that happened,

since she connects to the place,

and she also connects

to a memory of the past.

So for me,

these are memories of the past,

things that occurred

that she connects to.

For example,

people who might have committed suicide,

people who might have died in that house,

people to whom

all sorts of things happened.

And she simply

connects to the energy,

to the memory of their past.

And so she hears it,

as if it were reality.

But since there is no space-time for me,

no past, no present, no future,

everything is aligned.

So she can drift, travel

through these different spheres

or atmospheres, I'd say,

and pick up and tell

the stories exactly as she sees them.

To me, it's truly genuine.

What terrified me was that I couldn't see them.

I could hear them,

me, who was usually clairvoyant,

able to interact with the deceased.

Well, if they came looking for me;

I don't go looking for them.

They would appear and I would see them just as I see you

and we could talk,

but peacefully; here,

there was nothing peaceful about it.

And then my children thought, "Mom is not kidding."

I was panicking.

And then, for me to ask my friend Régine to stay and sleep with me,

and not in the guest room, but right there, in my bed with me.

I was freaking out.

Régine wasn't working anymore;

she was retired.

And I said to her, "Would you stay with me?"

Because I couldn't see myself sleeping alone in that house anymore.

She laughs and says, "Well, yeah."

That first night, it was windy.

And we made sure that the cellar door,

everything...

everything in the house was locked tight.

The next day, all the barn doors were open.

Every single one of them.

So I told her, "This time, we're locking them."

The thing with the doors, we did that for 2 or 3 days,

checking every time that it's closed,

the latch is shut,

but they would still open.

Finally, we went to get the keys,

and we locked them tight.

I would lock up,

she'd check, I'd give her the keys,

every door, like that.

The next day, the doors were open.

That's when I called the exorcist.

I called

the Diocese of Strasbourg,

to have an exorcist come home.

Most of the time,

when we talk

about exorcism,

it's because people are facing

a situation they can't control,

and they believe

there is a power

that is acting

on the location, or against them.

That is the main reason they reach out to an exorcist.

To be liberated

from what prevents them from living.

He was Orthodox,

a retired Orthodox priest,

who was still an exorcist.

He told me, "Yes, it's crowded here."

So it's quite a ceremony.

Concretely, how a blessing is done.

It happened to me,

a person was telling me

about all the difficulties she had.

A person who was otherwise

completely balanced,

not at all someone who was personally unstable.

She had a profession,

she had a son, etc.

So, I went to her home

to bless a house,

to bless a place, you must be there.

In those cases, we take

a short moment of prayer

and a Bible reference to show that

after all, what makes us

intervene,

is what deeply dwells within us,

within the Church,

namely faith

and the Word of God.

So we will use, for example,

for the house, several citations.

Jesus visiting his friends

Mary,

Martha, and Lazarus,

we can use

Jesus dining with Pharisees, ...

So the home is something important.

So there you have

the reference

we will use

and we enter into praise, in a way,

for the

presence of God in our living spaces,

for the house.

And then, in a second stage,

we will effectively make a gesture

or gestures that correspond

to what is requested,

what is desired, and what is lived.

To know

we take water, we bless it, holy water,

which reminds us

that we are baptized,

that is,

immersed in water, both purification

and new birth.

And with this water,

we will go through different areas,

I go through different areas of the house,

every part of the house

with the person who contacted me.

It's never without the people,

it's not a magic rite performed by a priest somewhere.

We involve the people concerned,

and we go through,

we bless

the whole house.

This is to

say both that

God is present, that she is loved,

and that this love cannot be

challenged, that she can rely on it,

and that is how she can move forward,

and not be completely

imprisoned, in a way,

by the situation

she describes and experiences,

and which

it terrifies her or

prevents her from living, or

makes her feel unwell.

At the end of the entire process,

we went through every room.

We had to turn a certain way.

The priest had incense, and we threw salt in every room.

everywhere.

The priest told me that

I had a huge cosmo-telluric chimney.

He told me specifically not to put a sofa on it.

There's too much energy.

He said to me:

"I can exorcise all I want,

I can clean all I want,

but this is a passage between here and elsewhere.

It's a door."

He says we can't close this door,

and we shouldn't close it.

I didn't feel very helped.

If we don't close it, does that mean they'll always be there?

they'll always be there?

He said yes, but we'd clean regularly.

Then he explained that sometimes

things would go well,

and he'd return in three weeks.

One must remember that in Jesus's time and in his society,

and in his society,

the causes of various things

were unknown.

For example, an epileptic child,

mentioned at one point,

they would say there's an

evil spirit within him.

So, essentially,

"evil spirit" meant anything disturbing life.

Today, this is well-defined by medical knowledge,

but there are also

other things

that are present.

I won't list every term,

because

you could make a whole catalog,

there are even books about it,

but

this doesn't provide a description.

We'll talk about "situations."

In fact, they never really left.

They leave and they come back.

In any case,

my imagination began to run wild.

I had been very afraid,

even though everything I'd seen

before had been

peaceful.

In the interactions I had

with all these deceased people,

there had never been this violence.

I felt it was evil...

well, it was something...

we were not on the same level.

It was dark,

it was truly dark.

Mr. Durenbarr, the priest had told me

there were many farms where

witches' Sabbats had occurred,

unpleasant things...

I think there are vibrations,

vibrational rates with people,

and when we're on the same frequency

or from different soul families,

I don't know how to explain it.

I think it's cool,

but there, it was

Hades.

It was hell.

To me, it's obvious Isabelle talks about vibrations.

It's really a matter of vibrations.

But it's not to be confused.

It's not because Isabelle

is a luminous character.

Whether or not one is luminous

doesn't mean we won't or

cannot

connect.

It has nothing to do with Isabelle.

I think Isabelle has great strength within her,

and when dealing with such things,

it may seem shocking,

but it's that

somehow she has the strength

to go through it.

And she also arrived

at this place, in a way,

to heal it today.

Of that, I am convinced.

But she may have also

been in another life,

connecting perhaps

to something more powerful.

perhaps on the side of...

perhaps more...

I don't want to say "sorcery,"

because a sorcerer isn't always

evil,

but maybe connected to something

more violent,

darker.

And today, she has

come to cleanse it,

or to bring light.

I'm not saying this is reality,

but it could be

in her own story.

At least for me,

she has the strength, the power,

she has

truly the ability

to heal the place

and bring light to it.

Otherwise, I don't think

she would have been chosen.

Personally,

I'm not trying to make a diagnosis

of what it is

I'm not here to play psychologist,

or any kind of investigator.

I will first welcome the person

and try to

support them,

to hear what they say first,

and to support their situation.

What we have are

spiritual means

given to us, and

it's in that area that we try to strengthen their lives,

to allow them to move forward

and face a situation.

I took over a farm

that was completely destined for me.

One night at 3 a.m.,

I see Sainte Marguerite,

my mother's name.

"House for sale." I click the link,

and I see " La Jeanne d'Arc".

I almost cried.

My mother's name, "La Jeanne d'Arc"...

we descend from Pierre d'Arc's family.

I thought, "This is a sign."

I send an email right away,

he replies the next day, we set an appointment.

The day after, I visit the house.

I say, "I'll take it."

Regine is with me, she says:

"You're completely crazy."

She says, "You can't live in here,

it's impossible."

"You can't leave where you are to live here."

"I give you six months."

She toured the house, then came back out.

I could project myself into it.

I did a second visit.

At the time of the second visit,

there was

one of the heirs,

the owner's great-aunt.

I told her: "I'll buy it!"

She said yes.

"But I'll make you an indecent proposal..."

"...on the price because there's so much work to do."

She laughed,

I made my indecent proposal,

and two hours later, she said yes.

It was so certain for me,

so certain for her,

that before seeing the notary,

I had already started the work.

And I still live in that farm ...

Amazing things...

Personally,

I'm more of a

mathematician,

so I don't really believe

in this kind

of things.

On the other hand,

I don't forbid myself,

I'm not completely closed to the idea,

because things still happen.

There are still people with powers...

it's quite

incredible, and you can't

you can't just

dismiss it

that easily.

I believe in it completely.

And I don't believe because of my education;

it's really because I lived it.

I've had experiences.

I don't know if it's because

a certain sensitivity to

these things attracts them.

Of course,

I couldn't tell you I don't believe, since I myself...

...was born into two families

with a lot of mediumship,

clairvoyance,

healers, etc.

And I am a medium.

So I can't not believe in it.

However, I am very grounded,

I am very connected to the earth.

To me, it's

essential to be connected

to be able to communicate.

My sister-in-law said that for a year,

she spoke with her father

when she went to work,

who had passed away. So,

communication is always

something that...

that I express and something

that I receive.

So,

how this communication happens,

in what form, etc...

I admit I do

not know enough,

I wouldn't want to make

assertive statements

about things for which

I have neither the experience

nor, on the contrary, certainty in the opposite sens.