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87 did not fear the aliens she likewise wasn’t worried about the humans with them. Since that time, her attitude has radically changed, for very good reason. But before examining the military encounters, it is best to begin with some background about Angie and the alien contacts. Born in 1966, Angie has German and Scotch ancestry from her mother, and, since her father was adopted, she knows nothing about that side of her family. She is married and operates a small cattle ranch with her husband, Paul, outside of a large city in Tennessee. Angie is artistically talented, working in abstracts, lithography, cartooning, and clay. Before her first alien abduction in 1988, she knew very little about such things and had never thought they could be part of her life. She did recall a few odd incidents from her childhood when | questioned her, including a strange event when she was four. She and her father were riding in his van when a blinding flash of light filled the vehicle. Immediately after the flash, Angie remembered feeling as if she were in a long, gray tunnel, but nothing more. Since that time, except for seeing a huge fireball in the sky, she could not recall anything unusual in her life. Until the night of July 24, 1988, that is. Angie had gone to bed as usual, and then she suddenly awoke to find herself outside in the dark, paralyzed, facing a group of beings unlike anything she’d ever seen. “They were frail, hairless white beings who had the most mesmerizing eyes,” she told me, and then she was amazed to watch their “catlike” eyes “wiggle” and change shape. They stared at her, and she felt as if they were reading her mind. ‘This must be a dream,” she said over and over. “You are not having a dream,” one of the beings told her telepathically. “We will show you. You have to go away with us for a little while.” He pointed with one of his three fingers toward the woods, and the other beings carried Angie in that direction. Terrified as she saw her house and husband receding, she begged the creatures not to take her any further, but her pleas were ignored. Angie’s panic, combined with her phobia of the dark, made her very agitated, until the leader of the group injected something in her left forearm. She began to pass out, and the last words she heard were, Just relax a little. The next morning, Angie found two red dots in that place on her forearm. “That’s when | accepted the possibility that I'd encountered something physically genuine,” she said. “I did not understand its meaning, and | spent the rest of the day wondering about the uncanny event, about how | reacted with fear because the woods seemed so dark and scary, and mostly about those dinky three-foot-tall beings. Who were they? Angels? Elves? Fairies? Ghosts? Aliens? When | went to bed that night, their image was still fresh on my mind, but | did not have any thoughts about them ever returning for me.” But the beings did return, and they have continued to come back periodically ever since. For the next two nights, Angie had clouded memories of being with the creatures, which could have been dismissed as dreams except for the fact that she discovered more red dots on her body after both nights. Then in August she had a conscious encounter, waking in bed to see two Grays in her room. Instantly paralyzed and calmed by their “hypnotic eyes,” she floated through the house with them and outside, to an unbelievable sight. “It was a big, silvery disk with revolving red, green, and yellow lights,” Angie said, “suspended about two feet above the ground and it was noiseless. When | first saw it, there was no doubt in my mind that it was a UFO. That’s when | accepted the possibility that the beings were aliens.”