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Chapter Seven All through the early months of 1994 we had continued our weekly sittings. We had a number of participants who came and went, hoping to use the experiment to win the lottery. Most of them didn’t understand that asking for lottery numbers was the smallest part of it. We also regularly “tested” various entities with questions about weather, politics, news items of various sorts, asked for predictions about this or that person and, admittedly, asked all kinds of snoopy questions just to see what would bounce back. The point was to establish a “feedback” loop designed to access deep levels of consciousness at the least, or to “tune” the biocosmic receiver, at most. Most part-time participants had neither the patience nor the motivation to continue in anything that did not provide instant gratification. They wanted to be able to just “turn on, tune in and channel now!” Working at it was too much like - well - like work! half a year: Candy. I had met Candy through another series of truly bizarre events, and when she learned that I worked with hypnosis, she immediately wanted to be hypnotized because she was convinced that she had been abducted by aliens. After dealing with Pat the night of the Flying Black Boomerangs, I wasn’t too anxious to dive into that arena again. Just because I was a good hypnotist and had good techniques and ideas, didn’t mean that I knew beans from apple butter about handling an alleged alien abductions. All the reading I was doing wasn’t going to give me the technical education I needed to handle it, either. Well, naive bozo that I sometimes am, | thought it would just be a matter of making some calls to find who to go to for advice or training. I started at the logical place to begin: call the local psychologists and psychiatrists for guidance. It wasn’t a very good idea. Nobody in our semi-backwater area would even consider such an idea, much less touch it with a ten foot pole! Okay. I called a couple of people at MUFON. Some names of psychologists in distant cities weren’t going to do me any good. There also were MSW’s specializing in “experience counseling”, and even There was one individual who was a regular participant for almost