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inside trying to open the door to let me in because I was screaming.” “And the rest of your family remembers this?” Barbara asked. “Absolutely,” he nodded. “The tornado pulled up a small apple tree and socked it right into the back door where I was standing. Limbs went through the window and everywhere, but not one of them touched me. And my uncle, who was outside looking for me for a long time, said that when the tor- nado came, he could see lots of different colored lights or glowing places inside the funnel. Guess we know what that was now.” In the days after he returned to Shreveport, images of his death and the cloned body replayed through Ted’s mind incessantly. Over and over, he relived the pain of his separa- tion from the body, his helpless joy at being returned to life, and the shock of knowing he was someone’s experiment. He raged against the aliens’ deceptions, and he felt even more betrayed by the spirit world he had always trusted. Metaphysical philosophy did not prepare him for such things, his spirit guides never mentioned any alien involve- ment in his life, and so Ted had gone along in total ignorance of the forces around him. “T’ve been praying constantly since I left your house last Sunday,” he wrote Barbara shortly after the regression. “These prayers have been the one thing that’s holding me together and helping me keep my sanity. “T cannot for the life of me believe what I experienced in the regression was real. It has to be an illusion or my imagi- nation. This is what I keep trying to tell myself. But deep within my being I know the truth. We have only to look at the cattle mutilations, the crop circles, all the actual photos and video tapes, the eyewitnesses and regressed abductees to know that this horror has entered into our physical dimen- sion and is as real as we are. “Tn my prayers,” Ted continued, “I have openly confessed to God that I have been molded, shaped and engineered to be the ‘Light Worker’ they wanted me to be. I have been in pre- paration for forty years to do just what I’ve been doing, Masquerade of Angels 208 which is fascinating and mystifying people with my remark- able psychic abilities. Through psychic readings, I have led people away from the Christ consciousness into a world of metaphysical beliefs and ufology. I overpowered people mentally and left them wide open to invite this invading nightmare into their lives. And I did it all in the illusion and deception that I was really and truly helping my fellow man grow spiritually wiser through my so-called gift.” Ted’s outrage was evident, and so was his determination to fight against the perpetrators of such intrusions. “So now I’ve asked God,” he wrote, “to take this ability they have engineered within me and use it against them, to reveal their plans and secrets. May God give us the strength and power to overcome their evil. “That demonstration of their cloning abilities which I wit- nessed was a demonstration by the blond man that he could control life, in the past, present, and future. With this ability, the aliens can now prey upon homo sapiens’ most vulnerable point, our emotions of love for each other. To entice and manipulate us when they come to the earth plane, they can not only offer us everlasting life, but they can bring our departed loved ones back from the grave, through cloning. What greater weapon would they need to bring us to our knees? We would bow to them as gods and worship them.” Barbara received another letter a few days later, about an experience or vision which had just happened to Ted. “T’ve been so full of anger, rage, disappointment, and hurt at what these aliens have done to me,” he wrote. “I wanted to know why, for what purpose, I was given the life of some other being. It goes against everything I believed in. “These were my thoughts and fears shortly after the regression. At that time I wasn’t being given any answers to these questions. Instead, I was shown other things, in the form of images I now feel were probably decoys to divert my attention. These aliens are very clever, they know all the tricks. “As I was driving back from lunch today,” the letter con- tinued, “I suddenly saw in my mind, clear as day, a UFO approaching Shreveport, so enormous in size that I felt it Masquerade of Angels 209 The Light - Twenty-One The Light - Twenty-One