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place,” Karla commented. “So how could you come back in?” “T don’t know,” Marie replied, puzzled. “I didn’t think I had gone out, but I do remember coming back in. Maybe I’ve forgotten something, it was a long time ago.” “You'd be surprised how much of this stuff we don’t remember when things happen,” Ted said. “If you really want to know what went on, Marie, maybe you could find out with hypnosis. It’s helped me enormously.” “All right,” she agreed. “If there was anything more than I remember, I surely want to know about it. I didn’t recognize these beings, not spiritually, physically, or any other way, and I think we better try to find out what they really are.” “We can at least have a superficial look at the experience,” Karla offered. “I won’t try to lead you anywhere in particular, but if I help you achieve a trance state, you can go back through the experience yourself and tell us if you find any- thing you haven’t yet remembered.” Marie had never been hypnotized before, so Karla led her first through a leisurely period of relaxation for both the body and the mind. When she was clearly in a light trance state, Karla directed her back in time to the night at Ted’s. “Marie, how are you feeling?” she asked. “Tired,” Marie murmured, “but happy to be visiting Ted. We’re sharing things, experiences we’ ve had, places we’ ve been since we saw each other last.” “Fine,” Karla said. “You’re in bed reading a book. Move slightly forward in time to the point where something next occurs, and just tell me everything.” “T can’t seem to keep my mind on the book,” Marie said. “T feel strange, can’t hold the book. It won’t stay in focus. There’s something strange going on.” “Is this making you feel uncomfortable?” Karla asked, noticing the worried expression on Marie’s face. “Yes,” she replied, “this isn’t supposed to be going on here. Everything’s supposed to be happy, and it’s not happy any more.” Marie paused and squinted her closed eyes. “It’s almost like someone’s driven up with a floodlight,” she continued. “God, it’s coming into the trailer.” Masquerade of Angels 222 “What color of light?” “It’s got sparklers in it. It keeps moving. The walls, between the light and the bedroom, they’re disappearing!” “Are you in bed?” “Yes, and I’m going to stay here. There’s somebody in the light. The walls are going away.” “Do you see Ted?” Karla asked. “He’s asleep,” Marie said. “I can see him, hugging his pil- low. There are no walls in the trailer any more.” “How are you feeling now?” “T don’t like this,’ Marie repeated. “I don’t feel good with it, yet I can’t move.” “You said there was someone in the light. Look and tell me everything you can see about this person,” Karla said. But by then the mental images Marie was reliving absorbed all her attention. “Don’t touch me,” she said, apparently addressing the figure in the light. “Back off, don’t touch me.” “Has this person reached toward you?” “Yes,” Marie nodded, “and somebody’s over here.”’ She gestured to the side of the room. “So there are two persons present?” “Get away from me, get away,” Marie said forcefully. “Don’t touch me!” Her hands shot out in front of her, ward- ing off the intruders. “I can see eyes looking at me. I don’t like them.” “What do they look like?” “Almost like cat’s eyes, very predominant.” “How close are they to you?” “Right here,” Marie indicated in the air close to her face. “T don’t want them to touch me. Stop! There’s another one, they’re watching me. They want me to put my hands down, but I won't.” Karla asked her to describe the beings, but Marie could tell her very little other than that their eyes were yellowish. “Can you see anything else?” Karla asked. “A nose, or mouth?” “Just the eyes. Almost looks like the face is a flat mask. They look slimy. This one’s trying to talk to me.” Masquerade of Angels 223 The Light - Twenty-Two The Light - Twenty-Two