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15 moving to the front of the room assured me that our other truth seekers were in good hands. _ Inside my office I turned to face the man who had 2 one aoa ou interrupted my talk. My suspicion was that he wasn’t a skeptic come to make life miserable for us “crazies” as some in the community called us. (I did not want to use the word “crazies” in this context but my co-author insisted. She swears that every time she has heard anyone talking about UFOs or about people who have had any dealing with UFOs, she has heard the word crazies or loons or something equivalent to those words either muttered or spoken loudly.) More likely, I suspected, the man who had interrupted was an innocent who had had some unexplainable experience for which he wanted an explanation. Hesitant at first, then excited at the idea, I decided that if he asked I would try to regress this man using my new and hard-earned hypnotic skills. Fear and something else fluttered in my chest. What could we discover together? “Well...?” I looked at him questioningly. Let him do the .oane who had was an some experience for which he wanted an talking | reminded myself. Again he ran his fingers through his black hair. He turned slightly away as if he were hesitant to confide in me. He remained silent for long moments. “Do you believe you’ve had some sort of UFO experience?” I asked. Maybe he’d need a bit of drawing out. “Have you had some missing time?” No answer. “Do you think you’ ve been abducted?” “Think! Think! I damn well know I have been.” Fingers through the hair again. “And it’s driving me crazy.” His haunted looking brown eyes turned toward me again. “I’m going nuts.” This man was no troublemaker. He was in trouble and he needed help. My help. “What would you like me to do for you?” Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator