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97 with large eyes. The ships would settle in the back pasture of my customer or in the backyard of his friend and someone from the ship would beckon to one or the other. The chosen one would walk out and climb on board as calmly as could be. On a recent trip out back to chat with “the boys,” as he called the aliens who had again beckoned him aboard, the aliens told one of the farmers to prepare for a hospital stay and then proceeded to give him a heart attack right there on 1 1 the ship. While he was resting in the local hospital the aliens telepathically instructed him in the skill of using a pencil on a map to find gold, particularly in the Ouachita Mountains. Later I learned that his skill was real. People began to find gold under his pencil/map directions. He was a good old down-to-earth farmer except for the fact that he was connected with the UFOs and he could find gold with a pencil. The ships appeared so often on his place that it was just an everyday thing to him. He and his farmer friend thought the little grays were benevolent. There are, of course, many people who belong to the aliens. I’m sure he belonged to them or was a member of their alien clan. I think the same was true of his friend. One night I was leaving his house and found that I had a flat. The farmer was kind enough to come out and fix the tire for me. By the time I left, the deepest dark of a country night had fallen. I knew the way because I’d been there dozens of times to talk to him and his wife about the cows and the UFOs. Nevertheless, I somehow took a wrong turn and ended up in the darkest, most desolate place in the world. I just didn’t know where I was. I could see nothing. Then in the blink of an eye I was in a different place. In deep woods. Surrounded by hills. There was an odd sign on the side of the road which offered the numbers 369 on a triangle. Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator what we now think of as the classic small humanoid grays