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16 “For one thing I’d like you to tell the truth about those guys. They aren’t the guys in the white hats that you say they are. They’re bad news through and through.” “You're talking about aliens, UFO entities?” “You bet your booties.” I asked if he wanted me to try to hypnotically regress him to explore his experience. He rejected that idea out of 1 1 hand. worst moment of my life?” When I explained that he’d be comfortable and if not, he could be wakened at anytime, I must have said something that reassured him, because in minutes he was stretched out on a pallet I’d made out of the couch cushions and I plopped down to sit on the floor beside him. I’'d checked the tape recorder and laid out paper and pencil. I pressed the record button on the machine and so we began a our adventure together. Much abbreviated, this is the story the young doctor began to relive; “My fiancée and I parked in a remote area. We both heard a noise and saw a strange light. We were so frightened that we drove off and arrived at home, still Sr rr cr scared to death.” In essence that is all he and the young woman had remembered afterward. During the rest of the regression session there in my office, he remembered much, much more. I learned that his fiancée had been raped repeatedly by the “beings” who had abducted them. Those beings he described were clearly not the benign outer space scientists who had only the best in mind for our earth. But that wasn’t " all. Oh, no. To his horror, he had been strapped to a chair much like a reclining dental chair and subjected to repeated electric shock torture for the amusement of the gray aliens. He could hear their laughter every time his body jerked Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding “Why the hell would I want to relive what was the