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me from him, which pissed off the first one. It seemed like a real confrontation, but if they were really two opposing groups, what were they doing there together? They seemed to be sharing the premises. Not long ago, I read a passage in the Gnostic Gospels where Jesus talked about the good angels and the bad angels working together, Barb, and I think that’s exactly what is going on with the ETs.” “Do you really think they are spirits or divinities or gods of some sort, then?” she asked. “No, at least they aren’t any gods I would find acceptable, but I don’t know what I believe any more, to be honest. All the metaphysical and traditional religious beliefs I once had are gone with the wind,” he smiled sadly. “I don’t have any reality to hold on to now.” “Yes, you do,” Barbara said, reaching out for his hand. “This is your reality. Believe in yourself, your own goodness. Maybe they did make us, Ted, who knows? But nonetheless we’ ve emerged with something they don’t have. And they sure want it. We have souls that let us feel emotions, and that makes us capable of love. They take our emotions because they have none of their own.” “They didn’t just take mine, they plundered them,” Ted said, “and almost destroyed me in the process. Are we so helpless? Isn’t there anything we can do?” “T don’t know,” Barbara replied. ““And we won’t know, until we learn everything about what the aliens are doing, what plan they’re carrying out.” “Tf this is truly a battle,’ Ted said, “then knowledge may be our only weapon. And we sure need something. You know, Barb, this reality change has been extremely painful for me. The first few weeks after the first regression with you was the most frightening time in my entire life. I prayed, I cried, I doubted my sanity, and I feared they may have done something to me that would cause me to hurt myself or someone else. It took months before I regained any trust in myself. I was so afraid they would come back and punish me for discovering the truth about what they’d done to me. I’m certain I must have appeared as a mad man to those around me.” Masquerade of Angels 252 “My dear friend,” Barbara assured him, “you were never thought of in such a way. Those of us who know you and know what you had faced understood completely. After all, your belief system was suddenly taken away from you. This would have been extremely difficult for anyone. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” “One thing that has helped me tremendously,” Ted replied, “was the revelation regarding Grandy’s death. That situation has gnawed at me all these years, and now, Barbara, I know why. Now I understand the mystery that was left with me when she died so suddenly. She was the bravest, most courageous woman I’ve ever known. To think that she loved me so much that she stood up to those things, whatever they were. She wasn’t about to let them take me. I owe my life to her. I wish I could thank her and show my love and appreciation.” Barbara looked at Ted consolingly and said, “She cer- tainly was a very brave lady, one that any young man would be proud to have for his grandmother. She quickly saw through the deception of her dead husband, and she called upon the one thing she believed in very strongly, her religion, i to try to save you. You must have been very special to her.” “For a long time I wanted the rape not to be real,” Ted replied. “I wanted it to be an implanted suggestion, a holo- gram or virtual reality scenario. I even thought maybe they didn’t actually, physically rape us but somehow abused our spirits or souls instead, and the memory somehow came out that way under hypnosis. I wanted it to be anything but what it was. “Then after months of torturing myself, I finally accepted the fact that it didn’t really matter, anyway,” he continued, “because the damage was done regardless, and it couldn’t be changed. I was so ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed, and eaten up with contempt and anger that I thought I would rather die than let anyone know what had happened, especially my family. But now I feel differently. I still hurt, but I’m more focused with it all, and I think now I know what I want to do.” “What would that be?” Barbara asked. Masquerade of Angels 253 The Light - Twenty-Four The Light - Twenty-Four