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Chapter Four because they had followed a different path of evolution, or were further along than we were. Others claimed they were demons from Hell, and we had better get ourselves back to church if we expected to survive the invasion. Sheesh! The only thing certain was that people were seeing and experiencing something singularly strange. Secret government projects? Secret aliens-in-cahoots-with-the-government? By the time I finished I was sure of one thing and one thing only: there was a Jot of smoke! Was there a fire? It was hard to tell if the whole alien abduction strange. thing was a “manipulation” by the government to make people think aliens existed, or if aliens did exist and were trying to make the Not to be intimidated by unexplained phenomena of any sort, I started working on a new theory to explain the UFO/Alien abduction phenomenon. There was little in these stories that could not be phenomenon. explained by mass hallucination and hysteria, psycho kinesis, stigmata, repressed memories of physical or sexual abuse, psychosis, schizophrenia - heck, just a whole cornucopia of tricks of the mind to choose from! memories of or I worked on the problem, discussed it with Frank, and demonstrated how every event in every case he cited could be explained by some aspect of my new rationalist theory of UFOs. He was practically foaming at the mouth in frustration with my stubborn refusal to see anything other than what could be classified, categorized, and explained by any number of currently established scientific other than what could be and by number of explained by any number of currently established scientific perspectives, even if some of them were a little far to the left of “normal”. I was actually pretty proud of my fiendishly clever solution! Pride goes before a fall, you know. This was in March of 1993. Not long after I had been released from my sickbed and the inundation of UFO books, I went to the supermarket one morning, and saw a stack of pink flyers with “flea-market” type ads just inside the door. I was looking for some additional computer equipment, so I picked one up and tucked it in my pocket. When I got home, I read over it and noted an ad for exactly what I wanted. began to chat about computers and she asked, conversationally, what programs I used. I mentioned my astrology programs, which piqued her interest. This led to more questions which led to more answers, including some remarks about my work in hypnotherapy. As often happens, one thing led to another, and after an hour or so on the government look guilty and stupid. What a morass of confusion! I called the number and talked to the woman named Patricia. We