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15 she said she felt trusting and thankful toward her friend for showing her that the little boy had, in a sense, survived. Of the memories which have surfaced in the past several years, none raises more questions than the “cocoon people.” “| can’t remember when the actual event might have occurred,” Pat told me. “All | recall is being in a large room with soft white lighting, and one of the Grays was there. | vaguely recall seeing a human male there, but not what he was doing.” Part of the large room was filled with what looked to be sarcophagus-like boxes, and in these boxes were human forms. “They were alive,” Pat recalled, “but not animated. There was white misty stuff all over them, and | knew the misty stuff kept them alive. | knew they were waiting to come to life in the future.” The being asked Pat, Do you want to see yours? Pat said, “Yes,” and was shown a human female body in one of the containers. “Don’t ask how | knew it was female,” she continued, “I just felt it. | saw a little bit of human face through the mist, like a nose mouth, eyes, definitely human. | knew this was connected with the 1954 visit, because | remembered they told me they were making a ‘new me.’ | felt this cocoon was the new me. | felt that they are waiting for the resurrection,” she said, “or reanimation, and we will all be able to see and talk with them here on earth. If | were to die now, | believe that my ‘other body’ will house my soul when Jesus says itis time, and I, too, will come back. If | live through all the destruction (to come) into the new world, | will still need my other body, as this one | have will die anyway.” In her mid-forties, Pat had another experience with the beings, and this time she recalled being in a room lit with a golden glow. She was taken to a desk-sized device in the top of which were circular openings. In each opening was a different colored vibrating light, and she was told to put her hands in the lights. As she did, she heard the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. Each light made a different sound. Pat understood that this had something to do with the inanimate human bodies she had been shown, bodies which didn’t have a “soul power” activating them. In 1987, Pat had another possible experience - much more typical of the usual abduction reports - which included her young grandson. “Was this a dream?” she mused when relating it to me. “I have no proof. | was in my daughter's house, and it was nighttime. | seemed to be floating to my grandson’s room. | took his hand, and we floated together, upright, about six inches off the floor. We floated out the front door, out to the driveway, and stopped while the gate swung open to the road. There were about ten or fifteen beings across the road in the woods. They all rose up out of the woods at the same time. | could hear my grandson think, Mamaw, can | play with those kids? “| thought back to him, No, honey, these are special kids, they don’t play like regular kids. We floated down the road to the cul-de-sac. There in the dead-end circle was a ship with red ‘blips’ that went around it, a saucer. There was a ‘door’ with light. We floated up a ramp, and | saw my ‘being friend’ and then | don’t remember any more. Anyway, my grandson and | went together on this trip. Or I'd rather call it a dream-I’m not sure.” Pat had a number of intensely affecting experiences that occurred while she was in a meditative or dream state, and so she has been unable to feel confident that they were “real.” In some of these dream-events she has seen a variety of flying craft; she has had apparent out-of-body experiences; and she has received telepathic communications. That is the sound of your soul, the Gray told her.