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Part Five The Light Rabelais The devil is an angel too. Unamuno Twenty Behold, I show you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed. St. Paul “The dream turned out to be accurate, of course,” Ted said, wrapping up his final interview with Barbara Bartholic. “The Amarillo office closed in June 1988, and the only job offer I received after weeks of hunting was in Shreveport.” “So you moved the mobile home...” Barbara started to say. “Right to the very place I had seen in the dream,” Ted fin- ished, nodding. “And you know the rest of it, Barb, the bed- room intrusions, the neighborhood abduction, the business with Marie and Amelia and the others. Do you think I’m cra- zy? That we’re all crazy, or what? It would be a relief to think so, I'll tell you that.” “No, I’m afraid you’re not crazy,” she laughed. “If you are, then I’ve got between three and four hundred other crazy people telling me some very similar things. Not necessarily such amazing encounters as you’ ve had with ghost manifes- tations, perhaps. But the details you’ve recalled concerning possible alien presences, yes, there are possible correlations with the patterns I’m seeing in other abduction reports.” Ted glanced out the window for a moment at the duck pond and quiet rural acreage behind Barbara’s home in northern Oklahoma. On the long drive from Shreveport to Barbara’s Ted had plenty of time to think about his paranor- mal experiences and to ponder on the mysterious forces behind them. And none was more mystifying than his recent encounters with so-called aliens. Speak the truth and shame the Devil.