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92 North Pole, and Africa. When Angie asked who was in charge of the “High Shelf” operation, another of the men, a “blond humanoid” replied that his kind “control everything.” “What about the Grays and the other aliens?” she asked, thinking of the several different types she had encountered. “Are they involved, too?” “By degrees,” he answered. “What about all these humans?” she persisted, “these military people?” “We control them,” the blond smiled. She was taken to a group of other abductees or “Chosen Ones” and was handed a small black box and told to open it. When she pulled open the lid, Angie said, “a mist of brilliant violet light” came out, covering the group of abductees and causing “a powerful electric sensation” after which she blacked out. Throughout these encounters, Angie had felt positive about her involvement with the aliens, including, finally, the loss of her unborn child, which she believed was for a higher purpose. And in the abduction she and Julia remembered sharing, Julia had accepted Angie’s statement about getting “immortal life” from the beings, so she, too, had a positive attitude. It was surprising, therefore, that Julia was extremely frightened a month later when the sisters spotted a UFO. Returning from Georgia on December 29, they were driving along a state highway in Tennessee. At 7:30 p.m. they saw two unusual vehicles. The first one, Angie described as “an old spray-painted bus” traveling very slowly, “full of hippie folk,” with the words “Magic Bus” painted across the rear. The sisters laughed about it, but then the bus slowed to about ten miles per hour, and Angie could not pass it as they moved up a hill. She and Julia saw some of the bus’s occupants open their windows and shout, and then one of them pointed upward. The girls looked in that direction and saw a bright blue object above the treetops ahead. It had a dome, wide rim, and black, round portholes. “Angie, look!” Julia shouted. ‘That's a UFO!” The hippie bus accelerated and was soon out of sight, as Angie’s Corvette came to a complete stop on its own. A blue glow engulfed the car. “Oh, God! It’s behind us!” Julia screamed in fear. In Julia’s account of the incident to me, she wrote, “When it came towards us, | got scared. And Angie told me there was nothing to be afraid of, but | still felt afraid and got down in the floorboard of the car.” There was a brief “intermittent beeping sound" Angie said, and “then all was silence and darkness. The UFO was gone.” The car’s headlights popped on, Angie turned the ignition, which worked perfectly, and started to drive away, telling Julia it was safe for her to get out of the floorboard. “Goddammit, Angie,” Julia replied, “let’s go!” They took off, and a few minutes later Julia said, “Do you know what time it is? Ten- twenty.” Angie didn’t believe her, but when she checked her own watch, it had the same time. Almost three hours had passed since they spotted the blue UFO, and the sisters didn’t have a single memory of what transpired. In April 1992, Paul and Angie moved onto the cattle ranch, and an entirely new series of mysterious events began. Their specialty-beef business was doing very well until something started killing off the cattle, and within a year the losses amounted to thousands of dollars.