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Chapter Six of my life history was overwhelming. It’s one thing to have things happen sequentially, over a period of time, in more or less in isolation, which you can then shove under the rug and try to forget until the next incident, and quite another to have to look at it all in context. I had to admit that it certainly appeared that there were forces at work in life, in my own life particularly, that are not generally accounted for in the normal systems of explaining the order of the universe. In the face of the evidence, presented more or less as witness testimony in a courtroom might have been, I felt the formerly solid earth of my reference system slowly crumbling beneath my feet. With each point he made, I felt like another wave was washing over my foundation of sand. I seemed to be sinking into the mire of complete lunacy. How can you deal with a life that has gone completely over the edge in terms of strangeness that you neither wish to experience, nor do you wish to perpetuate? As Frank pointed out, even though I was most definitely a “non- believer”, as soon as I had been exposed to knowledge about the alien phenomenon, I encountered my first “alien abductee” case. Didn’t I think this was unusual? And wasn’t it a fact that UFOs had accompanied that first “abduction” session I’d conducted? Didn’t I think this was an unusual phenomenon? Not everyone who might be an abductee under hypnosis attracts a whole flap of UFOs. The question was, of course: was it the abductee or the therapist in whom the denizens of UFO-land were interested? Frank then pointed out the obvious (to him) connection between my deteriorating physical state and my own UFO encounter. When I protested there may be no relation at all, he pointed out how my dog had suffered and died within a very short time after this “exposure”, and how my symptoms always seemed to peak at exactly the time of night the UFO had come along. What was my explanation for that little item? I had none. I was distressed for him even to put it in words. As long as it was unspoken, I could continue to ignore it. 1 He kept pressing his points: what about the Face at the Window?" What about the kidnapping when I was a child by an individual who had been connected to the Navy in some mysterious way? What about the light outside at boarding school? What about the incident when I I didn’t like the way the conversation was going. 'S All of these are events described in my autobiography, Amazing Grace.