Excerpt
SHOCK
I´d already been investigating UFO phenomena for a few years and had
worked with a well-known European UFO scientist when I turned our family room
and dining room into a meeting room. My husband, Bob Bartholic, and I began
to host meetings in our home about once a month, sometimes oftener.
The people who attended were usually interested in UFOs or some other supernatural
field. Usually I spoke, showed videos or introduced other speakers who´d
agreed to enlighten us about their specialties.
One of our speakers had been a well-known teacher, hypnotherapist, Dr. Curtis
Reeves, who´d traveled regularly across the country sharing his skill
with medical doctors and osteopaths, teaching them the art of hypnosis as a
useful tool in their treatment of patients. Dr. Reeves´ skill fascinated
me and I begged him to teach me what he knew. He agreed.
I´d begun my work with him and had progressed to being able to hypnotize
a person under his supervision. I really looked forward to the day that I could
hypnotize and treat people who´d had UFO experiences. Regressing clients
to relive their abduction experience was my goal. Letting people relive a traumatic
experience was one way of helping them heal.
For the few years I´d been looking into UFO sightings, cattle mutilations
and suspected abductions, I´d always tried to calm the fears and worries
that sometimes overwhelmed my clients. I did that by reassuring them that the
aliens meant them no harm. Of course, the aliens sometimes did things that frightened
or angered my clients but I assured my friends that the intruders weren´t
really bad, merely different from us.
During the meetings we held I always included the good news that the aliens
appeared to be wishing us well, that they wanted only the best for us. Calm,
interested, pleasant. That was always the face I endeavored to present to the
gathered crowds.
At one of our monthly meetings in 1988, I was, just as usual, assuring the
26 people in attendance that the aliens meant us no harm.
"Of course, we suspect that the aliens are using us for experimentation
but even so, most of us in the field agree that, in general, they mean well."
I laughed lightly and let my gaze move across the small audience. "They
are going to make our world better it seems. Several people who..."
A man, a doctor from Dallas, shouted something. I looked at him. He was someone
I had just met. He had come with an older person, a person also unknown to me.
He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing jeans and what I thought to be
an expensive cashmere sweater. His black hair stood on end because he´d
just run his fingers through the curly mass. He took off his glasses and spoke
again.
"Lady, you don´t know one damned thing about aliens."
"And you do?" This kind of thing had never happened in our meetings
before. I glanced at our visiting speaker. He nodded and stood.
"I know what happened to me. You want to hear about that?" The
Texan was already out of his chair and moving toward me.
"Well, if Mr. R. will take over for me, you and I can step into one of
the other rooms where we can talk privately." I gestured toward my office
and he followed me, a frown creasing his forehead. I couldn´t understand
why this man was so set on disrupting our meeting but I intended to find out.
A glance back at the visiting speaker moving to the front of the room assured
me that our other truth seekers were in good hands.
Inside my office I turned to face the man who had interrupted my talk. My suspicion
was that he wasn´t a skeptic come to make life miserable for us "crazies"
as some in the community called us. (I did not want to use the word "crazies"
in this context but my co-author insisted. She swears that every time she has
heard anyone talking about UFOs or about people who have had any dealing with
UFOs, she has heard the word crazies or loons or something equivalent to those
words either muttered or spoken loudly.) More likely, I suspected, the man who
had interrupted was an innocent who had had some unexplainable experience for
which he wanted an explanation.
Hesitant at first, then excited at the idea, I decided that if he asked I would
try to regress this man using my new and hard-earned hypnotic skills. Fear and
something else fluttered in my chest. What could we discover together?
"Well...?" I looked at him questioningly. Let him do the talking
I reminded myself.
Again he ran his fingers through his black hair. He turned slightly away as
if he were hesitant to confide in me. He remained silent for long moments.
"Do you believe you´ve had some sort of UFO experience?"
I asked. Maybe he´d need a bit of drawing out. "Have you had some
missing time?" No answer. "Do you think you´ve been abducted?"
"Think! Think! I damn well know I have been." Fingers through the
hair again. "And it´s driving me crazy." His haunted looking
brown eyes turned toward me again. "I´m going nuts."
This man was no troublemaker. He was in trouble and he needed help. My help.
"What would you like me to do for you?"
"For one thing I´d like you to tell the truth about those guys.
They aren´t the guys in the white hats that you say they are. They´re
bad news through and through."
"You´re talking about aliens, UFO entities?"
"You bet your booties."
I asked if he wanted me to try to hypnotically regress him to explore his experience.
He rejected that idea out of hand.
"Why the hell would I want to relive what was the worst moment of my
life?"
When I explained that he´d be comfortable and if not, he could be wakened
at anytime, I must have said something that reassured him, because in minutes
he was stretched out on a pallet I´d made out of the couch cushions and
I plopped down to sit on the floor beside him. I´d checked the tape recorder
and laid out paper and pencil. I pressed the record button on the machine and
so we began our adventure together.
Much abbreviated, this is the story the young doctor began to relive; "My
fianc�e and I parked in a remote area. We both heard a noise and saw
a strange light. We were so frightened that we drove off and arrived at home,
still scared to death."
In essence that is all he and the young woman had remembered afterward. During
the rest of the regression session there in my office, he remembered much, much
more.
I learned that his fianc�e had been raped repeatedly by the "beings"
who had abducted them. Those beings he described were clearly not the benign
outer space scientists who had only the best in mind for our earth. But that
wasn´t all.
Oh, no. To his horror, he had been strapped to a chair much like a reclining
dental chair and subjected to repeated electric shock torture for the amusement
of the gray aliens. He could hear their laughter every time his body jerked
with an electric jolt. What the man from Texas described, then drew, on several
different sheets of paper, during our regression session, almost tore me apart.
His drawings, made under hypnosis, shook me to my core. Even though I had never
seen the dreadful being he drew, the picture triggered both fear and recognition
within me on some deep unconscious level.
I knew I was, at last, looking the enemy square in the face. I also knew that
although I had never seen these alien creatures so far as I knew I must have
done so. I could not recall any experience with such creatures. Even so, I could
not sleep the entire night after our talk. My new client´s experiences
had filled me with fear and recognition on some deep unconscious level. His
recollections had traumatized me.
That moment is when I cracked the egg of all my preconceived notions of reality
and UFO intruders. It was at that moment that I truly began to react fully in
synch with my clients and with their experiences.
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