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The Light - Twenty “It’s very confusing,” he said. “I’ve told you all that I’ve consciously remembered, but I know a lot more is involved in all this. I want to know everything that has happened to me, Barbara, I think I deserve to know the truth. That’s why I’m here. If there is a chance that regressive hypnosis will help me uncover anything, I want to try it.” “Fine,” Barbara agreed. “We'll try to find out if your assumption that these may have been ET encounters is right. I feel that the symptoms you’ ve described, the sleep depriva- tion, reliance on sedatives, your fear of being alone at night, are like post-traumatic stress symptoms, and they indicate a real event of some nature has occurred to cause them. We can use hypnosis as a tool and try to uncover whatever experi- ences may be suppressed in your subconscious, but please be aware that we may not find anything.” “T understand that,” Ted nodded. “And if you do uncover something,” Barbara cautioned, “T must tell you that the knowledge may cause a permanent change in your life. It’s like stepping into a different world, one that alters and widens your concept of reality, Ted, and you just can’t turn around and step back over that threshold once you’ ve crossed it. Are you sure that you’re prepared for that?” “Yes, I think so,” Ted said. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t apprehensive, but I don’t know any other way I can get at the truth. Let’s give it a try.” When they settled down for the session later that evening, Ted told Barbara that he wanted to explore his memories of the night in Atlanta when his bedroom filled with fog. That night had always disturbed him, so Barbara led him to a light trance state and regressed him back to the experience. He recalled the details with great clarity, going through all the fright and confusion once again, but no new information emerged. Barbara then suggested to Ted that he might explore some other situation. From her years of regression work, she had learned to trust the subject’s unconscious to yield whatever information it felt would be useful. “Tell me if your mind will give you a thought of another Masquerade of Angels 194 The Light - Twenty experience,” she suggested. “It doesn’t have to do with the one we’ ve looked at now, just any experience that is signifi- cant.” Ted paused for a few minutes before speaking again. “T remember when I was a little boy,” he began, “and I used to lie on the floor in front of my grandmother’s fire- place, sucking a bottle. It felt very warm and comfortable and secure. I used to take my finger and twist it in my hair. My grandmother would be in the kitchen, and I’d lie in front of the fireplace, very quietly.” “Is there something significant here we should look at?” Barbara asked. “Hmm, I don’t think so,” Ted said. “But something else is coming into my mind. I’m still on the farm, but I’m a little older. Oh! I’m older, and I’m living with my mom and dad and my brother. We’re not at my grandmother’s house, we’re at one of her tenant houses which is across the field a ways.” Ted suddenly winced. “Ooh!” he said, “I don’t know what that is! I’m walking from my grandmother’s house over to our house. I see this thing, I’m looking at the bottom of something, and it’s kind of dark underneath. But around the edges it’s kind of illuminated. It almost looks like it’s on fire.” He paused momentarily, puzzled. “I don’t know what happens after that,” he murmured. “How old are you when this happens?” “T don’t know for sure, but I want to say eight. I think Tm eight years old.” “Start walking from the moment before you see this thing,” Barbara suggested, deepening his level of trance. “Tell me what the day is like. Is it daytime?” “T’m looking up at the sun,” Ted began, “but it wasn’t really the sun.” Deep in a trance state, he let the recollections unfold, bringing forth images of a morning forty years earlier. As Barbara guided him through the process, Ted regressed to the age of eight and related the following information, presented here in a more coherent form than it had as it emerged in his memory, from an experience he never suspected lay buried within him. As Ted and Barbara realized, many of the details Masquerade of Angels 195