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Pat suddenly felt sleepy but didn’t remember going back to bed. Her next memory was of a multicolored light slowly spinning around the room in total silence, emitting blue, purple, and violet hues. She got out of bed and went to the window where she saw a Gray floating just outside, hook at those eyes she thought. They can film us!. The gaze of the Gray seemed to penetrate her entire being, and she sensed a familiarity with him. Pat turned around and saw several taller white entities coming into the bedroom. As they began to float her grandmother out of the door, Pat sensed the older woman’s terror, and she, too, was feeling fearful. When the room was filled with the strange beings, a sparkling shaft of light came down through the ceiling. As it coalesced, Pat saw in the midst of the light a figure which she perceived as a blond-haired, blue-eyed Jesus, in a resplendent robe. He took Pat's right hand and said, Do not be afraid, my child. These are mine, gesturing to the beings who were standing all around the room. The Jesus figure looked at Pat and said, | am the light of the world. Then he was again surrounded by the sparkling shaft of light, which ascended back into the ceiling and took him with it. She and her grandmother were floated out of the room by the entities. Passing by her mother’s bedroom, Pat saw a brilliant white light coming out of the room. Five of the taller Whites were around her step-father’s bed, and they seemed to be examining one of his atrophied legs, the result of polio. A glowing green bar of light, about five inches long, floated over him. Continuing on through the house and out into the yard, Pat saw a bright crystalline flying craft hovering low to the ground. A beam of light came out of the bottom of the craft and engulfed her. “| remember my sister’s blonde curly head next to mine as we went up inside the craft,” Pat said. “We were looking down at the ground and saw my mom and grandmother there looking up, like zombies.” She could also see that the entire yard was swarming with Grays hurrying about the area. Although neither she nor Rose is certain of the exact sequence of events, they recalled a group of the smaller gray beings near a ditch beside the cellar door. Rose saw the beings in a line, walking across a board spanning the ditch. But Pat’s memory included a line or wall of fire in the ditch and a row of “small, gray, skinny” aliens wearing “Chinese rice- paddy hats with big brims.” “| was on one side of the long ditch, and they were on the other. They were mentally telling me Pass through the light, it will not burn you - which | was thinking at that time, that | would get burned. The fire was not hot, and it was supposed to cleanse me. | did go through it to the other side, but | do not remember doing it or what happened after that.” After the light transported her and Rose up into the craft, Pat recalled sitting on a table ina room with Grays present. A taller White came over with a file-type instrument and scraped skin from her inner forearm and the bottoms of her feet, clipped some of her hair, and then peeled away samples of her fingernails. “What do you need all those pieces of me for?” she asked. We are making a new you, the entity replied. “Are you an angel?” Pat inquired. Yes, the entity told her, but not like you have been taught. Pat was taken into another room where she lay on a table, above which was a dark instrument. One of the Grays came in and pulled down a tube from this device which had a thin needle on the end. Pat became afraid, but the Gray told her, This is the part you Do not be afraid, it communicated to Pat. You are the chosen child. We will not harm you.