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“What is this thing?” Marie asked in surprise. “Like a bearskin rug? Something up on the wall. A decoration?” Then her attention was drawn elsewhere. ““These three people keep wanting to move back in close to me, and I don’t want them to touch me. I don’t know them.” “Can you see them more clearly now?” “They’re hiding something. They’ve got on, not capes, but like choir robes, all the way down to the floor, grayish color. They won’t let me see their faces. Like they have a mask on.” She reiterated her fear of being touched, and then she noticed that something had apparently upset the child at the computer. “There’s something he can’t work right,” she said. “He’s trying to talk to these people, but I can’t understand what he says, he’s talking so fast. Something about the ball? Or back to the ball? He’s having some kind of tantrum, telling them, ‘back to the ball.’ And now they’re backing away. He’s coming over into the light where I am. He wants me to have some of that water, but I don’t want it. He hands me a glass of the water, but I won’t drink it.” “What does he do then?” Karla asked. “He’s not trying to argue with me. He treats it almost like a joke, like he thinks he can tease me and I’ll go ahead and drink it. But I don’t. “There’s something going on outside,” she said abruptly. “He takes the water and sets it down, and now we’re going out to see what’s happening. It sounds like a bunch of frogs hollering, but I don’t see them. It’s dark out there.” Marie’s memory after this became rather vague and hazy, and she could recall nothing more about the stir outside the strange tent. She remembered only being led back to Ted’s trailer by the child, with the other figures following, and when she saw herself in the yard, the whole recollection faded away. Unable to elicit anything more, Karla brought Marie out of the trance. “Good grief,” Marie said as she got up and began to move around, “I never knew there was anything more to that experience than I’ ve always remembered.” “In these encounter experiences, that’s fairly common,” Masquerade of Angels 226 Karla said, and Ted nodded. “T haven’t told you all the things that I remembered under hypnosis,” he said, “but some of the details you just recalled are very similar.” “Like what?” Marie asked, intrigued. “Like your being naked,” Ted explained, “and the liquid you were supposed to drink. And the computer business, seeing your body scanned up on the screen, the irritating noise, and even the figure of the naked woman you saw.” “You mean you saw a naked woman, too?” Marie laughed. “No,” Ted replied evasively, not wanting to frighten Marie with the details of his own memories, “no, I was a little boy, and the naked figure I saw was also a child.” He realized that even in the very light trance state Marie had recalled enough similar details that he suspected what else might still be hidden in her mind. With their deceptions and illusions, he thought, the aliens can successfully mask their real activities and leave the abductee’s consciousness with very little. And even under hypnosis, when memories are explored in a superficial manner, he knew that the emerging recollections were often partial and deceptive. “This is all so strange,” Marie shook her head. “I just don’t know what to think.” “And did you know what to think that night in Florida when you and Ted saw Amelia in that sphere of blue light?” Karla asked. “No,” Marie said, “the whole thing was mind-boggling. You know, Amelia was really impressed by that helicopter thing she said she saw above my house. Not long after that, she and her husband went out to an airfield where the Army was demonstrating some aircraft and helicopters. She wanted to find one like that device because it was so unusual. They looked all over the field and didn’t see one like it anywhere. “So Amelia went over to one of the soldiers guarding the planes, and she started describing this device,” Marie con- tinued, “asking where it might be. Amelia told me that the soldier looked at her very strangely. He told her that he didn’t know where she had gotten that information, but that Masquerade of Angels 227 The Light - Twenty-Two The Light - Twenty-Two