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and how and why and did it in such a way that it was like an extension of somebody that I was communicating with ... not a face, not a hand, but there was a gentleness about it. It wasn’t anything abrupt. Whoever it is, it’s someone I’m very comfortable with. It’s either somebody that I’ve known, except that I think it just reminds me of somebody I’ve known, like my grandfather . somebody who’s older and whom I’m very comfortable around, like a very explaining type of person. It’s as though there are more people than one but I think I only talked to one. And I’m more curious about where I am and more curious about the room and the immediate environment I’m in than where they come from and what they mean or what they’re about. The room doesn’t have an alien feeling; it’s just different than I’ve seen—fancy, modern—and it seems pretty big. It seems like the room is_ either spherical—no, the room is like a round room or half of a round room. I don’t see behind me, but what I’m looking at is round, I think, and it’s like the walls are round, too. Round. It has a quality like the TWA terminal at JFK—round, curved walls. like room curved at There are lots of things to catch my eyes: things that shine, they’re sparkly, like crystals or like instru- mentation or . . . but they’re so pretty that they don’t distinguish in my eyes between whether they are things, or art. Just pretty. Like pearls and like crystals and like metal .. . mostly silver. It doesn’t seem to be gold-colored. It seems to be silver- colored. And it’s big—it seems it’s big—it seems, it seems—um—bigger than your [Dr. Clamar’s] living room, it seems maybe bigger than my living room, but not quite as big as my whole apartment. It’s a big 23 space. But, of course, I was littler. And the light doesn’t come from any one place and it isn’t all the same color. It changed a little bit and there are colors in different places, but only soft. AC: How did you get from the chicken coop to here? VH: Hmm ... you know, it could be that I went to the chicken coop after- wards ... the chicken coop... I don’t know. I don’t know (puzzled hesitation). Let me see. How did I get there? I’m so overwhelmed by being in the place that I am that I don’t even remember getting there. How did I get there? Gently. It wasn’t rough. VH: No, it was gentle. It was like I was playing and I was just doing something and then all of a sudden I’m some where else. Nothing rough about it. Not rough at all. I think, however, it is just that I get there or something, but I don’t understand. Just, “here I am.” Then I think it’s all right. Quiet, too. There’s not much sound . . . maybe a soft, soft, soft subdued hum or noise like a was or humidifier makes, but there’s not a lot of noise. It’s nothing like flashy or bright or noisy, or abrupt, like maybe I’m just in the yard and then I’m somewhere else gently, nothing noisy or flashy or abrupt about it. It’s almost like it’s a dream. [Long pause.] In fact, maybe I thought it was a dream except, except I’d never had a dream like that! [Emphatic.] Also there’s a strong sense of person to the person I’m talking to. A very grandfatherly quality about him, a quality that reminds me of my grandfather, who is very loving and very patient .. . likes to explain and AC: It wasn’t rough?