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108 “What...” cap. He’d eaten supper and had hung around for awhile but apparently the car’s radiator hadn’t yet cooled.” She took a deep breath as if to prepare herself to tell me the worst. “The boiling antifreeze and water spewed out and covered his face, head and shoulders.” She took another breath. “He’s horribly burned, Barbara dear.” I drove through the snow like a mad woman to get back to Tulsa where I drove straight to the hospital. I got off the elevator and was faced with the glass burn unit wall. As I stood there a man wearing no shirt walked by, his head. neck and shoulders bandaged completely. I watched him walk away toward his bed. I recognized the walk. It was my boy. He had to spend three weeks in the burn unit at the hospital. The whole thing, including the treatment, which required someone to pull burned skin away from his face with tweezers, was a nightmarish horror. I almost collapsed when I realized who I was watching. I blamed myself. Suddenly the warnings came back to me. This wasn’t me creating a drama, this was real. This was my child. I tormented myself and spent every day at the hospital. He was in room #169, which for me, only verified the fact that the intelligence which had punished me had left a signature on Branden’s hospital door. It is truly horrible to know that there is an invisible 1 eon c a4 system in control of all of us, a system which can perpetuate that sort of thing on a family. They can threaten, then they can carry out the threat. They have access to the technology to do whatever they wish to do. Our alien masters have the technology and the sophistication to manipulate and orchestrate anything at all. I believe quite sincerely that Branden’s accident was alien in origin... his car had actually cooled, I’m sure... until they caused it to wo Let boil up again. , Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding “Branden lifted the hood on his car and unscrewed the