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could easily hold thousands of people. It was so huge that it blacked out the sky as it moved over the city. It looked totally round with hundreds of small windows. “And as I viewed this craft, I suddenly had a feeling of warmth and security within me, as if I were being given a message that something of this nature would occur and that it was coming for our protection. But as soon as it vanished from my mind, my anger and pain returned. I screamed at them as I drove and told them that I would no longer be deceived by this kind of trickery. After what I’d experienced in the regression, I knew that it would take more than images such, as this to convince me that their intentions were honor- able. Ted’s trust in the visions of the spirit world was shattered, and he would take nothing on faith now when it came to UFOs and their occupants. What he wanted was the truth. The memories Ted had accessed through regressive hyp- nosis taught him several things. First, it was clear that some of his conscious recollections of strange events might be deceptive. The disparity between the Karly Kane story and what he had remembered proved that to him. So he deter- mined to reexamine other past experiences to probe them for any underlying surprises. And he also learned just how traumatic the abductions had been for him, how frightened and powerless he felt in the hands of these beings. It would take all his courage to undergo further regressions, and he prayed that his need for the truth would be stronger than his fears. Ted wanted to return to Barbara’s as soon as possible, then, but the demands of life had to be met, too, and for several months he was too busy to make another trip. He was eager for knowledge, and the delay was frustrating. Yet he did everything he could to understand what he had already learned, using his sensitivity and logic and intuition that had been developed through years of psychic work. And he kept himself extraordinarily alert. Anger was a strong motivation for Ted. He resolved to resist if any further intrusions occurred, and to demand answers from these beings who waltzed in and out of his life as if they owned it. Masquerade of Angels 210 Armed with his newly found knowledge of their deceptive tricks, Ted felt ready to fight for the truth. But how could one fight an intruder whose reality seemed to involve other dimensions? Ted’s next encounter with the beings showed just how little he could do to stop them. On the morning of December 5, he phoned Barbara to tell her about what had happened during the night, and he was clearly agitated. “T awoke this morning with a vague recollection that I had a visitor last night,” he said. “It was real dreamlike, but I think it’s important to put my thoughts together before it all gets lost.” “Were you awake when this happened?” Barbara asked. “T think so,” Ted replied. “I remember being told to lie still. The voice was feminine. And then it came to me that someone was lying beside me on the bed. She lay slightly at an angle on her stomach with her head somewhere near the fold of my arm.” “What was she doing?” “She told me that she was taking blood and that it was necessary that she do this. I didn’t feel like resisting, and I don’t even remember being afraid. That’s what gets me, Barbara. It seemed to me that on some level I knew what was taking place and that it was all okay. I vaguely recall that there was no pain. The blood was taken with an object that looked like a needle, but for some reason I felt it wasn’t quite like the ordinary needle used by our lab technicians.” “See if there’s a puncture wound,” Barbara said. “T did,” he told her, “I looked thoroughly, but there isn’t any scar or puncture. I couldn’t find physical proof.” “Do you remember what the woman looked like?” “No, I don’t. And I can’t find any meaning for this thing. Don’t other abductees usually have marks after such things are done to them?” “Usually,” Barbara agreed, “but not all the time.” “And what do they want with our body fluids, anyway? Maybe they’re watching us to make certain no diseases inter- fere with their plans for us? I mean, they’ ve got to have plans for us, if they’ve gone to so much trouble for so long, and Masquerade of Angels 211 The Light - Twenty-One The Light - Twenty-One