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AC. Where were you when this ... was taking place? VH: I was just lying on the couch, a little couch like this. It was comfortable, you know, like a bed or almost like a medical thing, but it is . . . it does not have the quality of a doctor’s office. it’s not chromey and white and the light’s bright. There’s plenty of light but I think maybe—it might be pale gray or a real soft gray. It’s pearly. Those kinds of colors. . . . There was a luxuriant feeling to it. Elegant and simple and rich. I’m trying to think if it had some smell. Clean. Really an ozone smell. That was the smell. Kind of a clean smell, but nothing very specific. VH: I was really relaxed and almost at home. Comfortable. Curious. Like you feel when you’re a guest of somebody and you're glad to be there.I...ah...it seems that I was told about the cut, that it wouldn’t hurt and that there was a reason for it, but I don’t think the reason was one that was too clear to me... whatever the explanation, I didn’t really understand. VH: Hmm. I’m trying to think. Who told me about the cut? I don’t know. I just could say it was direct communi- cation with my mind, but I wouldn’t necessarily claim it was telepathic ... but it seemed the trouble I had understanding was not the words so much as just the idea was one that I didn’t understand. 22 understand, but I didn’t have any trouble in communicating. Whatever I was told, the communication process wasn’t a_ difficult one, whether it was direct mental communication or words or English ... it was just that at that age .. . the communication was straightforward and I didn’t even think about how it worked ... and who it was. It was sort of like how my grandfather explained things to me—just explaining, a friendly person who was explaining things; explaining that we need a little, bitty piece of you for understanding . . . and it was as though they had a puzzle that they were working on and it was very important to them. And they asked my permission. I guess it was a they ... it was as though some- body was doing the explaining and someone else was the one who did it [the cutting]. I don’t have a strong sense of how many somebodies. I don’t have a visual image. I have a visual image of soft colors, pearl- grays with some blue or mauve... but a kind of a textured feel, like leather and velvet, you know those kinds of nice, smooth comfortable textures, but I don’t have... it could be that somebody was in a different room and talking to me and I knew there was somebody talking to me but, um—it was as though I was ina room by myself and yet I knew I wasn’t. It’s as though they said, ‘You can’t see us because you wouldn’t understand how we look. It would scare you.’ No. They didn’t say scare. It was as though you wouldn't understand, so it was easier to just talk. You know, I think it could be that I didn’t see anybody at all. It could be that it was just all handled by automatic equipment, except that they explained to me what the equipment would do, you know, was process whether was was as AC: How were you feeling? AC: Who told you about the cut? VH: Yeah, the conceptual part I didn’t