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by a breeze. The next thing I knew, I was confronted with a type of welcoming committee all dressed in the familiar robes and pointed hoods. I couldn’t see where I actually was as the room I arrived in appeared to be in a mist like a mild sauna allowing me to hardly see anything other than this small gathering of people. Each of them appeared to be doing something to me, something to my clothes, which I was astonished to find, weren’t my own. As I looked down I only saw that brown robe, worn many times before on these occasions. I could only surmise that time had passed since being drawn up through that hole and waking here, it seemed like they had just finished dressing me. Iremember how my first thoughts were of death, particularly with the religious theme of those outfits and the mist. Perhaps I had passed over to the other side and was being greeted by holy men or angels even. It wasn’t the first time that I noticed the shocking similarities between their appearance and the Grim Reaper who is said to visit those about to die. It often makes me wonder where and why that archetype came about. Communication had already begun. I knew I was contributing. I must have wondered about this object I had floated into because I asked unusually direct questions: “Ts this some sort of spaceship? Are you those magician people I used to play with?” With telepathy the reply is instantaneous: “Your knowledge is expanding too much and it will harm you. Try to trust us and we will make you better, happier.” I cannot be sure if those were the exact words but that is how I interpreted it. Although it seemed an irrelevant answer with hints of Double-Dutch, it coveys more to me now than I ever believed it would. I also believe that my questions were being answered in their abstract technique of demonstration. I was led into another room that appeared to be a studio of some kind, far more hi-tech than the steam (arrival) room. They were definitely trying to bring something home to me regarding that comment about expanding knowledge. That seemed to be the whole reason I was there, my earlier defiance about learning too much about them at a premature stage. “It will harm you.” I had been subliminally warned on several occasions not to go down that inquisitive path but my suspicion would have none of it. This was probably the final warning in the form of a “mind alteration.” 79