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”What is he saying?” “He has something in his hands,” Marie replied, “like a crystal ball. Small, with some colors in it. He’s holding it.” “What do the hands look like?” “Almost like sticks, thin fingers. He gives me the ball,” Marie continued. “It feels tingly, like electricity but not hurt- ful. He tells me I can have this, but I’m not so sure I want it. Looks peculiar to me. Oh, well, I guess it won’t hurt. If I look at it more, I might like it better.” “What do you do with the ball?” Karla asked. “Nothing, but I’m really sleepy now,” she answered. “Do you still have the ball?” “Yes. This one is pointing, saying if I’ll hold that ball, he’ Il help me fly. But I don’t know if I want to fly or not. Some- body else just came in, and he’s different from these others, almost like a child. He’s reaching out his hand, he wants me to take it,” Marie explained. “He’s about twelve years old, dark hair, black eyes, like an Indian child. He says he’s lost something, wants me to help him find it.” Marie’s initial paralysis was now gone, and while the three cat-eyed beings watched silently, she let the childlike entity lead her outside and off into a wooded area. “The others are following,” she said, “I guess to see where we're going. Now we’re going on, and it almost looks like a tent here. We’re in a tent of some kind, odd-looking. Doesn’t feel like a tent. There’s something like a computer inside, standing up against the wall. And this child I’m with goes over to the computer thing. He wants to push the buttons on it,” she continued with a worried expression. “What happens when he does that?” Karla asked. “It sounds weird, like a lot of bees buzzing, buzzing, buzzing,” Marie replied, imitating the noise. “It’s in my head, making my head hurt. This computer has different colored buttons on it, and I can see the screen there, like a monitor, showing lines, almost like a heart monitor.” Marie described the equipment and noted that the child was playing with it, and then she saw the images on the monitor start to change. “Something like the bones of the face are showing on it,” Masquerade of Angels 224 she said, “like a photo negative of a face.” “Whose face?” “T can’t tell, just the bone outline of a face. Now the pic- ture’s moving,” Marie said, “as if it’s going down the body.” “Are you saying anything to the child?” “T’m trying to get him to leave the machine alone, before he tears it up,” Marie told her, “but he just smiles and tells me to be still.” “Look down at your body,” Karla suggested, “and tell me what you’re wearing.” “Hmm,” Marie murmured, “I don’t see anything.” “Were you wearing something when you went to bed?” “Yeah, pajamas.” “Where did your clothes go, then?” “T don’t know. The boy is moving the machine,” she said as her attention shifted, “like it’s my body he’s got on the screen.” “How could he be doing that?” Karla asked. “T don’t know,” Marie said, “unless it’s that light at the top of this tent. There’s a pale light at the top, like a sunlamp, shining down on me.” “See what is on each wall of the room,” Karla suggested. “What is in each of the other corners?” “Looks like a statue over here,” Marie began, “a statue of a woman, without any clothes on. Like somebody’s just molded this. It’s big, but maybe not as tall as Iam. A female figure standing there on the floor.” Marie’s closed eyes squinted as she studied the mental image. “And what is the floor like?” “Like stainless steel. The machine, the computer, is here. And there’s a different little machine over here, looks like a tall water cooler. That’s funny, and it’s got a little gurgling in it.” “Tell me about the water,” Karla asked. “Anything in it, any color?” “T don’t think I want any of it,” Marie replied dubiously. “Looks cloudy. It might not be good, maybe some kind of fungus in it.” “Move on around the room. What else?” Masquerade of Angels 225 The Light - Twenty-Two The Light - Twenty-Two