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— Australia's Most Credible UFO Abduction Case — Continued from page 63 always begin my prayer with the word my mind? Liars! Liars!" "Father". This ‘thing’ had to be making a I then directed my sobbing toward the "T can't see Andrew, I can't see anything. mockery of me. Was it amused about my _ other party. 2 I'm blind." belief in God? The very thought of it sent "Don't believe them. They're not really He did not come to my rescue as ] would me into a spate of hysteria. peaceful They're trying to trick you. They have supposed; instead, I heard his voice "You're not my father. I'm not your want your souls. They're trying to steal some distance away from me and laced daughter. You're evil. You're not my — your souls." with fear. Never have J heard an utterance father. I hate you. You're evil, I hate you... The calmness of the male voice seemed spoken with so much terror. His voice was Oh God, I'm going to be sick." to pierce through my hysteria. croaking as if he had partly lost it through I put my head between my knees and “Will someone do something about her?" fright. It sent chills down my spine. passed out. I must have actually been sick In the intervening silence I could feel a "Let go of me!" because, as you may recall, we could dis- presence move toward me, a little like the Then I heard a clear, audible male voice tinctly smell vomit in the car on the way way most people have a sixth sense when respond. home. someone is approaching them from behind. "We mean you no harm." (Classical When I came to, I was still unable to see A hand gently touched me on the shoulder, “Huh?") yet was under the impression that a lot of and although there appeared to be no mal- Andrew responded, "Why did you hit people were milling around, including the ice intended, my reaction was more than Kelly then?" other party, although I heard none of them _ irrational. The next piece of dialogue is one that _ talk to confirm this. I almost feel a compulsion to apologise makes me cringe every time I relate it. It is The male voice was once again speaking to the whole human race for my unethical not something I enjoy speaking about as it _ as if he were addressing a group. behaviour, but you have to understand that is both humiliating and offensive to me. “We are a peaceful people." (I know this I truly believed I had come up against the "T wouldn't harm her; after all, I am her sounds clichéd, but this is what he actually opposite force of the goodness which had father." said.) always so inspired me. At that particular This was followed by a slight chuckle Hysteria unbounded, I began sobbing moment I believed I was facing the embod- which I clearly felt was of a sardonic _ like a little girl. I was so utterly scared and iment of all evil, in all its cunning guises. nature. there was no one to help me. Feeling that touch brought out in me the I thought of my prayer earlier that "If you're so peaceful, then why did you Rantinted evening when J had first seen the object. I do this to me? Why are you doing this to my mind? Liars! Liars!" I then directed my sobbing toward the other party. 2 "Don't believe them. They're not really peaceful They're trying to trick you. They want your souls, They're trying to steal your souls." The calmness of the male voice seemed to pierce through my hysteria. “Will someone do something about her?" In the intervening silence I could feel a presence move toward me, a little like the way most people have a sixth sense when someone is approaching them from behind. A hand gently touched me on the shoulder, and although there appeared to be no mal- ice intended, my reaction was more than irrational. I almost feel a compulsion to apologise to the whole human race for my unethical behaviour, but you have to understand that I truly believed I had come up against the opposite force of the goodness which had always so inspired me. At that particular moment I believed I was facing the embod- iment of all evil, in all its cunning guises. Feeling that touch brought out in me the "I can't see Andrew, I can't see anything. I'm blind." He did not come to my rescue as ] would have supposed; instead, I heard his voice some distance away from me and laced with fear. Never have I heard an utterance spoken with so much terror. His voice was croaking as if he had partly lost it through fright. It sent chills down my spine. "Let go of me!" Then I heard a clear, audible male voice respond. "We mean you no harm." (Classical “Huh?") Andrew responded, "Why did you hit Kelly then?" The next piece of dialogue is one that makes me cringe every time I relate it. It is not something I enjoy speaking about as it is both humiliating and offensive to me. “IT wouldn't harm her; after all, I am her father." This was followed by a slight chuckle which I clearly felt was of a sardonic nature NEXUS ¢ 83 FEBRUARY - MARCH 1995