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162 pointed. I didn’t talk to them, all the speech was in my mind. There were three, and I would say, one of them was a woman. The others were a bit taller but not much. They had ranks, like the army. You could tell one was higher rank by the way they talked. There were no differences in their clothing. It was the taller two, the two men, who took my son out of the car. They carried him in front of me. That’s the only reason I got out of the car. It seemed hours that we went up into the trees and across the rocks. I couldn’t see their feet. They had hands that had three or four fingers with round suction cups on the tips. As for the color of their skin, this is what she told me: The color—receptors in our eyes do not pick up the true colors of their skin. The color we see has something to do with the makeup of our own eyes. The alien woman told me a person who is color blind can actually see their true color. To me they looked grayish— green, but some areas were darker. She told me that this skin was not their true skin. This skin is like a shield against the atmosphere they have to go through during their experimental work. One of the guys kept saying, “You’re telling too much, you’re telling too much.” As we walked she kept reassuring me that everything would be all right. They feel pain, but not like the pain we know. When they do things to us they don’t think we are really and truly having pain. She had compassion. The others? Yes and no. When we got to the ship, or whatever, it blended with the rocks. I thought we were going into a cave. I didn’t want to go in but they had my son. I thought they were going to kill me. Everything I was thinking was like I was thinking it out loud. She kept reassuring me that I was going to be okay. Right away they took our clothes off, before we were even aware they’d done it. They have a section strictly for men and a section strictly for women. I Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding