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164 finger. i told her there’s no vein big enough in my finger, it’s in my arm. I noticed that our metal is different from theirs. I can’t explain it. It’s not a hard metal as we know it. It’s soft but not soft. I don’t know how to describe it. On earth when you get a needle in your arm it stings. This doesn’t sting. It hurts, but it’s not real painful. I’m getting nervous just talking about it. They next did a rectal examination. When they put this tube up to take the stool from me, they kept talking about ‘samples.’ The woman talked to me. I wanted to know what was happening with my son. I could see him and I could see them standing over him, but I couldn’t see them doing anything to him. I panicked but I couldn’t react with my body. They held total control of my body. They put a glass bubble-like thing over me at intervals. The lights beneath the table would then come on. It was like a very warm bath water type of thing. She would go away and then she would come back. Everything I thought was being recorded, all of it. I don’t know whether the bath water thing was to soothe me or what. I don’t know what it was for. She didn’t need to push anything on the instruments. She would wave her hand and the bubble— like thing would come over me, then she would walk away. There was always someone at my head. A man was wat stationed there. I have a red spot now, like a red strawberry on my breast, where they did something. I don’t know what it was. It was like a connection to some kind of a machine. I also have little red marks on my arms where they made tiny incisions. Later I asked my doctor at home what they were and he said they were broken blood vessels. The thing that was behind me was there constantly. There were others around, doing other things. They had taken samples of weeds, samples of air, samples of bird’s eggs. They had Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding When she took blood she tried to hit a vein in my