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there was a design for such a craft. He said it would be in use someday, but not until far in the future, and he wanted to know how Amelia had learned about it.” “Amelia didn’t see a UFO, then, over your house,” Karla commented. “No,” Marie said, “it looked like a very weird helicopter. She never saw a UFO, and neither did I that night at Ted’s. All I saw was a strange tent.” Ted laughed but said nothing. From his own regression, he knew all about alien false appearances. And if Marie needed to think she had been in a tent, he would not disabuse her of the notion. After all, she had only agreed to aid his investigation, not to undertake her own. He was convinced, however, that alien visitors had indeed intruded into his friend’s life, at least that once. And he hoped that he wasn’t the cause. Masquerade of Angels 228 Twenty-Three Everything that deceives may be said to enchant. Plato At last the timing was right for Ted to make another trip to Barbara’s and continue exploring some of his experiences. The drive from Shreveport was six hours long, tiring him too much to consider any hypnosis that night. Instead, Barbara and her husband served dinner, they all fed the ducks at the pond, and then the three of them talked and laughed and entertained one another until bedtime. Well-rested the next morning, Ted was ready to work. Barbara helped him relax and led him easily into a light trance state. As his concentration deepened, she suggested that he should move to whatever experience his subconscious thought was important for him to recall. Before long, Ted began a mental journey back to his child- hood. An initial scene resolved itself into details, and he slowly told Barbara what he was seeing. “Lights,” he said softly, “I’m sensing lots of lights, and they seem all to be in my grandmother’s house.” “Tn what room?” “They’re in her back bedroom. And it looks like there are people moving around in the lights.” “Is your grandmother aware of these lights? Does she know they’re in the room?” “She seems to be asleep at one time, and then she’s up talking to whoever it is there.” “Where are you when this is happening?” “T’m in another bed, watching. She’s standing up looking out the window, and it’s dark.” The Light - Twenty-Two