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17 This image reinforces Pat’s altered understanding of God and a spiritual plan. Overall, her experiences with the alien entities have, to the best of her conscious recollection, felt very positive. With a strong religious faith, she has accepted them as angels. “In my abductions,” she has said, “I have never gotten a feeling of evil. In fact, | felt most protected while in the presence of the beings. Some people may say that the beings have the power to control what you feel and think at the time of the abduction, which they most certainly do. But | am hanging on to the childlike faith that Jesus tried to teach us and believe that what | felt was true and good. Why would an all-loving God allow little children to be abducted if the beings were evil and meant to do us harm? | don’t believe God would allow it. Even so,” Pat conceded, “there are things which the beings do that seem wrong to us and seem violent.” There has been one very disturbing experience, however, which occurred on July 24, 1993. It involved not only an alien entity but also what clearly appeared to be two human men and a human environment. In the early morning hours, Pat awoke in a very groggy condition, feeling as if she’d been drugged, and hearing a strange noise very near her, making staccato psss, pssss, psss, psss sounds. Then she remembered. Two men had come into her bedroom, carried her outside and into a waiting vehicle, a large “military-type” truck. She was in a drugged state, merging in and out of consciousness as the truck took off and rode smoothly for forty-five minutes to an hour. In her brief lucid moments, Pat heard the men engaged in low conversation that she couldn’t understand. She tried to speak up, but her tongue was thick and unwieldy. When the truck turned left onto a rough surface, Pat came awake again and in the dark night caught only a glimpse of the countryside out of the large, square front windshield. The truck slowed down and finally stopped with the engine running. Through the window Pat saw they were parked next to a large mound or hillside. Incredibly, she saw a large doorway open outward, and the truck pulled inside, into the hill. The interior was very dimly lit, but as the vehicle stopped inside, Pat saw a strange being standing as if waiting for their arrival. The being was no more than three feet tall, dressed in a black hooded cape. me. No, Pat thought, no, | don’t. | don’t want to do this again. But they can’t break me, because they couldn’t do it before. When the truck parked and she was assisted out, stepping a long way down from the high passenger compartment, Pat saw that the area was crowded and “dirty” feeling, with boxes and “junk” stacked along one wall. In the middle of the large room was a stainless steel table, more human-looking than the tables she remembered from alien encounters, and she felt very uneasy. “They wanted me to get on it,” she said, “but | didn’t want to. Not that table.” But she did get on it, although she didn’t remember much about what may have happened. The “oriental girl” hovered around her, moving close and poking at her with some object Pat couldn’t see. But she did see the entity's face close to hers, its skin a greenish-gray color. When the creature’s eyes blinked and its lids met in the middle, Pat said the effect was repugnant, reminding her of a lizard. Her next recollection was of getting down from the table and trying to see what the “oriental girl” was doing to her. The entity kept moving around Pat, much to her irritation, making an erratic psss, pssss, psss sound. Trying to support herself by holding to the table, she moved away from the entity, but it continued to poke at her. Pat was more alert Looking at the being groggily, Pat thought, What is an oriental girl doing here? And immediately a telepathic message came back from the being, / know you don't like