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103 the military project of mind control. I had also wakened with an excruciating pain in my left breast. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself. My body was just covered with bruises. I have videotapes of all those marks. There were prints of four fingers under my breast. Bruises all over my body, especially between my breast and my groin. Bruises on my neck, my buttocks, my thighs. I was bruised everywhere. My skin under the bruises had blanched so white that when I went down to the lobby, people asked me if I was okay. “T’m so tired I don’t know if I can speak,” I answered. Also at the Conference were six former military men who had left the military because of messages they’d been given by an ouiji board. Although all six had gone AWOL, they had somehow been able to receive honorable discharges. I spoke to one of the ex military men whom I knew to be psychic, then showed him the hand shaped bruise under my breast. With a half smile he said, “They’re giving you cancer, kiddo. Looks like they’re doing away with you, girl. There’s no hope for you.” “They who?” “The Black Project Intelligence Operation.” I then showed him the bruise on my neck which a , appeared to contain a puncture mark. “They don’t want you speaking out any longer, Barbara.” he said. He even seemed pleased to add with a 4 ex 8 twisted grin, “You’re a goner.” Since the day I came home from that conference I’ve been coping with extreme pain, mysterious infections and massive bruisings. I’ve begun to keep a calendar on which I mark the days of my worst pain. Some days I feel wonderful. The pain days seem to follow a pattern. Pll know better after I’ve followed the pattern by keeping a ae a4 Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator have since learned that the word is closely connected with written record for awhile.