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Chapter Twelve I’ve made a wide circle of friends all across the U.S.A., most of whom were somehow involved with UFOs. Too many of them are dead or dying. Cancer seems the favorite method of ridding the world of nosy busybodies who want to know who and what the aliens are and where they came from and why they come here. Cancer is the answer to all their questions in far too many cases. Puzzling, isn’t it? AToaa Not to me. Almost every day since I started my UFO investigations I have suffered strange happenings, sickness, complete lack of privacy, pain, torture to my animals, accidents to my family members, loss of property, threats, and almost every other kind of punishment you could wish upon your worst enemy. I’m fairly certain my telephone is bugged. Maybe my house as well, but I have no proof. And of course, I carry an alien communication device around with me. alien communication around an me. Everywhere my body goes, the homing device my “friends” left behind my ear goes also. I’ve just been too chicken to have the thing surgically removed. Afraid of what “they” would do, maybe. Or afraid of what doctors might find? I’ve had a telepathic message that I mustn’t fool around with this thing so I’m leaving it quite alone, a 1 thank you. In November of 1997, I was asked to open and close the UFO Conference in Memphis, Tennessee. I agreed to do so with the understanding that my name would not appear in the ads or on the programs for the meetings. My name is already too well known because I have had so many clients and because many of them wrote about their experiences, 101 PUNISHMENT FOR INVESTIGATING