Entrades amb l'etiqueta ‘ovni’

Boules lumineuses

dissabte, 18/05/2019

Armando Valdés, 1977

dijous, 9/05/2019

 

L’armée et le dossier OVNI (3/3)

dissabte, 4/05/2019

L’armée et le dossier OVNI (2/3)

dissabte, 4/05/2019

L’armée et le dossier OVNI (1/3)

dissabte, 4/05/2019

Émission de la TSR (Télévision Suisse Romande) divisée en trois parties.

Dans cette première partie, le magazine interviewe des pilotes de ligne, et relate les observations dOVNI qu’ils ont effectuées.

El caso Flores desclasificado

dimarts , 30/04/2019

Comandante Hector Flores

dimarts , 30/04/2019

Masquerade of Angels K.T.

dissabte, 27/04/2019

The Seige

El Cerco

Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
James Thomson
It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Frost
Barcos descubiertos tenuemente cayendo de las nubes. James Thomson Parecía que venía una noche de intenciones oscuras, y no solo una noche, una edad.
Frost

One

O tribe of spirits and of men, if you are able to slip through the parameters of the skies and the earth, then do so. You shall not pass through them save with my authority .

Koran

 

Uno

 

Oh tribu de espíritus y de hombres, si sois capaces de deslizarse a través de los parámetros de los cielos y la tierra, háganlo. Ustedes no se ahorrarán el paso a través de ellos con mi autoridad.

Corán

 

‘The cancer is terminal,” Felicia Brown said, fighting back tears. “God, Ted, what am I going to do? Jim’s too young to die now. Our daughter is just a baby, she won’t even remember him.” Ted Rice listened in sympathy and took his friend’s hand .Sitting beside her in his living room, he paused in the quiet of the evening and searched for the right words .“It’s hard to understand why God lets these things happen,” Ted said, “but there has to be a purpose that those of us down here just don’t perceive. You love him and need him in your life on this earthly plane, I know. But it may be that Jim has fulfilled his mission here, and his higher self realizes it’s time to ascend to the spiritual world. All things must work for the good, Felicia, we’ve got to believe that’s true.”It wasn’t much comfort right now, Ted realized, but there was little else he could say. Felicia was still emotionally stunned. Her usual bearing, as an attractive, vivacious young woman whose profession kept her in the public eye, was gone, and Ted empathized deeply with the pain of the frightened, numb, exhausted woman who now sat slumped on the couch beside him .“I remember the day you warned me about this,” Felicia sighed, shaking her head slowly. “That was the first time I came to you for a psychic reading. I didn’t believe anything you said, not about the baby and certainly not about Jim.”  “Yeah, I remember,” Ted said. “You walked up and asked me if I was the psychic, like you thought you had the wrong person.” “I don’t know what I was expecting,” Felicia replied, “but you sure weren’t it.” “Thanks a lot,” Ted smiled. “So I’m short, round, balding, and bespectacled. Wouldn’t I look great in a cloak and turban, squinting into a crystal ball through my bifocals?” “It wouldn’t have helped,” Felicia said.

“I thought you were crazy when you told me I was going to have a child, a little girl. All the doctors said my chances of conceiving were nearly zero.”“But the spirit guide showed me the child,” Ted shrugged. “I don’t have any control over what I see. Good or bad, it’s whatever the spirits choose to reveal.” Although he had been doing psychic readings for twenty years, Ted still didn’t understand the process, and he was as amazed as his clients when the information proved to be accurate .

“Yeah, and six months later, when I found out I was pregnant, you made a believer out of me,” Felicia said. “But I just didn’t think about the other things you told me.” “That’s the hardest part of what I do,” Ted replied .

“When I see wonderful events in the future, like the birth of your daughter, I feel really good about my abilities. But there’s always a balance in life, and sometimes I foresee very sad events, I can’t help it. That first time I read for you, I sensed serious health problems coming in around your husband.” “You said I should get him to the doctor for a check- up,” Felicia nodded .

“I wasn’t shown enough to know for certain what the problem might be,” Ted said, “but I did see you leaving town in about five years, and your husband wasn’t with you. The images, the vibrations I was feeling, made me believe he just wasn’t going to make it. I’m so sorry, Felicia.” A knock at the door interrupted them, and Ted went over to let Beverly Michaels enter .

“Hi, Felicia,” Beverly said. “Good to see you again. I won’t keep you very long, Ted, but I wanted to stop by and tell you what’s just happened. You won’t believe it!” “Come on in and tell me, then,” Ted said. “You’re pretty excited.” “Remember when you were telling our UFO study group about the lessons you’ve been getting from the ETs?” Beverly began. “About how to manifest the things we need?” “Sure,” Ted replied. “That’s one of the things they keep stressing, that under natural law we have the right to manifest whatever we want, so long as it doesn’t interfere with our life’s mission.” “Wait,” Felicia interrupted, “explain it to me. I wasn’t there when you talked about that, I guess.” “Well, you know I’ve been having some ET visits at night,” he began, “and when they’re with me, I’m not very aware of what’s going on. But the next morning I can remember a little of what they tell me. Part of the lessons were about how to ask for and manifest things in this plane of existence. When I started trying it, I didn’t understand how it worked, but I learned the hard way .

“At the time when I was getting all these lessons at night,” Ted continued, “I needed a second car. So I decided that I’d try to manifest one, like the ETs told me I could do. I meditated and visualized a car being given to me, and lo and behold, it happened! A woman, someone I just knew casually, offered to give me her old car when she bought another one, and I took it.” “So the ETs were right?” Felicia asked .

“Sure, I got the car,” Ted chuckled, “just like I asked for. But apparently I didn’t make my request clear enough. I should have asked for a car that actually worked! The one that woman gave me was a pile of junk! It would have cost more to repair the wreck than it was worth. And not only that, but once the woman had given me the car, she seemed to think she had bought me. She started moving right into my life, and I had a heck of a time getting her back out of it .

“What I learned,” he concluded, “is that you have to make a very specific, precise, clear request. You can’t just visualize money, for example. You should ask for the exact amount that you need.” “You explained that to the group,” Beverly said, “and do you remember what I decided to ask for?” “Yes, I think you said you wanted a VCR,” Ted nodded .

“And I told you to visualize the specific brand you had in mind.” “A Panasonic,” she confirmed .

El cáncer es terminal, dijo Felicia Brown, luchando por contener las lágrimas. Dios, Ted, qué voy a hacer? Jim es muy joven para morir ahora. Nuestra hija es solo un bebé, ni siquiera lo recordará. Ted Rice escuchó con afección y tomó la mano de su amiga.Sentado junto a ella en su sala de estar, se detuvo en la quietud de la noche y buscó las palabras correctas. Es difícil entender por qué Dios permite que estas cosas sucedan, dijo Ted, pero tiene que haber un propósito que aquellos de nosotros aquí simplemente no percibimos. Lo amas y lo necesitas en tu vida en este plano terrenal, lo sé. Pero puede ser que Jim haya cumplido su misión aquí, y su ser superior se da cuenta de que es hora de ascender al mundo espiritual. Todas las cosas deben funcionar para bien, Felicia, tenemos que creer que es verdad.En aquel momento, Ted no era consciente de nada, pero no había mucho más que decir. Felicia todavía estaba emocio-nalmente aturdida. Su porte habitual, como una joven atractiva y vivaz cuya profesión la mantenía a la vista del público, había desaparecido, y Ted simpatizaba profundamente con el dolor de la mujer aterrorizada, entumecida y agotada que ahora estaba sentada en el sofá junto a él.Recuerdo el día que me avisaste sobre esto, suspiró Felicia, sacudiendo la cabeza lentamente. Esa fue la primera vez que vine a buscar una lectura psíquica tuya. No creí nada de lo que dijiste, no sobre el bebé y ciertamente no sobre Jim. Sí, lo recuerdo, dijo Ted. Caminaste y me preguntaste si era psíquico, como si pensaras que tienes a la persona equivocada. No sé lo que esperaba, respondió Felicia, pero seguro que no lo era. Muchas gracias, dijo Ted sonriendo. Así que soy petiso, redondo, calvo y con gafas. No me vería genial con un manto y un turbante, entrecerrando los ojos con una bola de cristal a través de mis bifocales? No hubiera ayudado, dijo Felicia.

Pensé que estabas loco cuando me dijiste que iba a tener un hijo, una niña pequeña. Todos los médicos dijeron que mis posibilidades de concebir eran casi nulas.Pero la guía espiritual me mostró al niño, Ted se encogió de hombros. No tengo control sobre lo que veo. Bueno o malo, es lo que los espíritus eligen revelar. A pesar de que había estado haciendo lecturas psíquicas durante veinte años, Ted todavía no entendía el proceso, y estaba tan sorprendido como sus clientes cuando la información resultó ser precisa.
Sí, y seis meses después, cuando descubrí que estaba embarazada, me convertiste en creyente, dijo Felicia. Pero no pensé en las otras cosas que me dijiste. Esa es la parte más difícil de lo que hago, respondió Ted.

Cuando veo eventos maravillosos en el futuro, como el nacimiento de tu hija, me siento realmente bien acerca de mis habilidades. Pero siempre hay un equilibrio en la vida, y a veces preveo eventos muy tristes, no puedo evitarlo. La primera vez que leí para ti, percibí serios problemas de salud para tu esposo. Dijiste que debería llevarlo al médico para un chequeo, asintió Felicia.

No me mostraron lo suficiente como para saber con certeza cuál podría ser el problema, dijo Ted, pero vi que te marchabas de la ciudad en unos cinco años y tu marido no estaba contigo. Las imágenes, las vibraciones que estaba sintiendo, me hicieron creer que él simplemente no iba a lograrlo. Lo siento mucho, Felicia. Un golpe en la puerta los interrumpió, y Ted se acercó  para dejar entrar a Beverly Michaels.

Hola, Felicia, dijo Beverly. Qué bueno verte de nuevo. No te tendré mucho tiempo, Ted, pero quería pasar y decirte lo que acaba de pasar. No lo vas a creer! Entra y dime, entonces, dijo Ted. Estás muy emocionada. Recuerdas cuando le estabas diciendo a nuestro grupo de estudio OVNI las lecciones que recibiste de los extraterrestres?, comenzó Beverly. Sobre cómo manifestar las cosas que necesitamos? Claro, respondió Ted. Esa es una de las cosas que siguen enfatizando, que bajo la ley natural tenemos el derecho de manifestar lo que queramos, siempre y cuando no interfiera con la misión de nuestra vida. Espera, interrumpió Felicia, explícamelo. Yo no estaba allí cuando hablaste de eso, supongo. Bueno, sabes que he tenido algunas visitas ET por la noche, comenzó, y cuando están conmigo, no estoy muy consciente de lo que está pasando. Pero a la mañana siguiente puedo recordar un poco de lo que me dicen. Parte de las lecciones eran sobre cómo pedir y manifestar cosas en este plano de existencia. Cuando comencé a probarlo, no entendía cómo funcionaba, pero aprendí por las malas.

En el momento en que recibía todas estas lecciones por la noche, continuó Ted, necesitaba un segundo automóvil. Así que decidí tratar de manifestar uno, como los extraterrestres me dijeron que podía hacer. Medité y visualicé un auto que me fue entregado, y he aquí, sucedió! Una mujer, alguien a quien conozco casualmente, me ofreció darme su auto viejo cuando compró otro, y lo tomé. Entonces los extraterrestres tenían razón?, preguntó Felicia.

Claro, compré el auto, rió Ted, justo como lo pedí. Pero aparentemente no hice mi pedido lo suficientemente claro. Debería haber pedido un auto que realmente funcionara! El que esa mujer me dio fue una pila de basura! Habría costado más reparar el naufragio de lo que valía. Y no solo eso, sino que una vez que la mujer me dio el auto, pareció creer que me había comprado. Empezó a mudarse directamente a mi vida, y me costó muchísimo sacarla de allí.

Lo que aprendí, concluyó, es que debe hacer una solicitud muy específica, precisa y clara. No se puede simplemente visualizar el dinero, por ejemplo. Deberías pedir la cantidad exacta que necesitas. Explicaste eso al grupo, dijo Beverly, y recuerdas lo que decidí pedir? Sí, creo que dijiste que querías una videograbadora, asintió Ted.

Y te dije que visualizaras la marca específica que tenías en mente. Una Panasonic, confirmó.

 …

“And I told you to request that you get the VCR with no strings attached,” Ted laughed. “After what happened with me and the car, that seemed the safest thing to do.” “Right,” Beverly said, “and that’s just what I did. So guess what’s happened? My daughter just came home from Saudi Arabia, where her husband works in the oil business. And she has $50,000 from the bonus he got when he renegotiated his contract! She said she wants to buy me something, whatever I most want. It’s an unconditional gift, Ted, exactly what I requested less than three months ago.” “It’s fantastic the way the ETs interact with you, Ted,” Felicia said. “You’re so lucky that they’ve chosen you.” “I guess so,” Ted replied uncertainly. “But I’m still not sure what to think about them. You know, through all these years of psychic work, I’ve believed that my helpers were strictly part of the spiritual plane. They were God’s agents, so I knew they were pure and benevolent. But UFOs and aliens? That’s all pretty new to me.” “And surely they must be benevolent, too,” Beverly told him. “Look at all the wonderful things they’ve taught you .

I’ve read a lot of books about aliens, and from what they tell the people they contact here on earth, they want to help us .

You’re a perfect example, Ted. You’ve been given special psychic abilities and you use them to help people. Don’t you think the ETs have something to do with that?” “All I ever knew in the past were spirit guides,” Ted insisted, “but the beings who’ve come to see me recently are different.” “Maybe so, or maybe you’re seeing them more clearly than before?” Felicia offered .

“And anyway,” Beverly continued, “they teach you about spiritual matters, don’t they? That shows their benevolence towards us.” “It’s possible, I guess,” Ted conceded. “These alien beings do give me a lot of information about metaphysical matters .

But, look, you both know as well as I do that spirits don’t need to fly around in UFOs, like some of the creatures that have been coming to me. What if their agenda isn’t spiritual?” “Impossible,” Beverly argued, “because universal law won’t allow negative beings to harm us. Besides, everything the ETs have done has been positive and wonderful. They’re trying to help humanity, not hurt us.” “God’s still in charge of the universe,” Felicia agreed .

“Like you said, all things must work for the good.” Ted didn’t argue with the women, but later when he was alone he couldn’t help wondering if his friends were right .

He had always tried his best to follow the wishes of the spirits, and many times he had seen good results come from his work .

So why, he wondered, did he have such a feeling of fear each time these alien entities visited him? Why did they seem so dreamlike and shadowy? He couldn’t remember much about their visits, so why was he too nervous to sleep at night without sedatives, dreading his next encounter? If all of his metaphysical beliefs were true and cosmic law forbade the intrusive actions of negative beings, then the aliens, whatever they were, must be compatible with God’s higher spiritual plan for humanity. That’s how it should be, Ted insisted to himself, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong .

Before he moved to Shreveport, Louisiana, in 1988, Ted gave very little thought to UFOs. His training in spiritualist philosophy taught him nothing about the subject. He had no reason to think there were any forces, other than those of the spiritual realm, involved in his life .

Indeed, it had been through a psychic message that Ted was told he’d be moving to Louisiana, where God’s universal forces wanted him to continue his mission of helping people progress upward, beyond the limits of the material world .

Through his psychic readings, which served to demonstrate the reality of the spiritual plane, Ted motivated others to seek enlightenment, that state of truth and awareness in which the soul is free and at one with God. He carried out his work with humility, giving all the credit to higher forces .

After relocating to Shreveport, where he settled into a quiet mobile home park, he wasted no time in finding a place where he could pursue his psychic work. A local bookstore proved to be ideal. Ted was accessible there to an intelligent, curious clientele, many of whom were already attuned to ideas about the paranormal. For a year he did an average of five readings a week, coming to know some of the regular customers very well . They were a diverse, intelligent group of people whose interests, Ted soon realized, extended to other subjects than the psychic. Sometimes they discussed UFOs, and he listened with great curiosity. There were a few events in his own past that he’d never been able to explain, even to himself, and some of the things he now heard made him question those experiences all over again. As Ted listened, he began to accept the idea that perhaps UFOs and aliens might exist, but by no means was he convinced. His new friends, however, paid a lot of attention to the subject, bringing up many unfamiliar names and places, openly discussing their beliefs. They told Ted that the ETs were wonderful, benevolent beings from other worlds, or perhaps some other dimension, here to help us through coming times of trouble. Ted agreed that the planet’s condition was terrible, and he really had no argument with their faith in the aliens’ ability to rescue us from catastrophe. Having never thought about such things before, he listened more than he talked at first, curious to understand the UFO phenomenon. And even though his friends managed to blend their ideas about aliens harmoniously into their larger metaphysical views, Ted couldn’t help questioning the relationship of the two. If aliens were real, he wondered, why had his guides never told him about them? Were they spirit, like angels or souls of the dead, or were they physical beings? Such questions were entertaining to discuss with Felicia, Beverly, and the others, but they didn’t dominate Ted’s thoughts. For the most part, he focused his energy on the psychic readings, until something set off a change in his contacts with the spirit world. After his move to Shreveport, the guidance and information he’d always received from the spirit helpers seemed to intensify. Where before, he’d received messages while in a deliberate, meditative trance state, now the spirits came to him in a different and disturbing way. It started in 1989 when he began to wake up in the night, sensing strange entities around him but unable to understand their communications. When these visits were over, Ted felt agitated and had trouble getting back to sleep. And then the disturbances grew more palpable. He awoke frequently, startled from rest by the touch of invisible hands on his face, stroking his hair, brushing against his arms or legs. Deprived of sleep, he took medication in order to rest for a few nights, and then he’d discontinue it. But exhaustion inevitably drove him back to using the sleeping aids. And no matter what he did, the visitations continued relentlessly night after night, jarring his nerves and leading to mental and physical fatigue. Ted was familiar with spirits delivering messages, but these new spirits, if that’s what they were, spoke to him of things he couldn’t grasp or even clearly remember. And he didn’t like the feeling of their touch on his body. Eventually, his health deteriorated. Ted recognized all the signs—jittery nerves, fear of the dark, restlessness, inability to sleep without sedatives. These were the same symptoms he had back in the 1970s. He had ignored them, until fear and exhaustion drove him into voluntary retreat in a psychiatric unit, and he didn’t want to make that mistake again. But he didn’t know what to do to change the situation. Dedicated to his work, believing that his psychic gifts should be used to guide others to an understanding of God’s reality and plan for humanity, he strove to continue with the readings. Yet, constantly intruded upon by the nighttime visitors, Ted felt his strength and concentration ebbing away.

The Siege – Two

Two Some alien blessing is on its way to us. W. S. Merwin “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Ted said wearily to his friend, Bud Stockton, after yet another restless night. “This can’t keep up, it’s killing me.” “Why don’t you move?” Bud suggested. “You said this stuff didn’t start until you got here, so maybe if you moved away from this spot, you’d have some peace.” “I’ve tried everything else,” Ted agreed. “What have I got to lose?” He inquired at the park office and learned that a space had come open recently in a different area, so Ted took it. Bud helped him move, and for the next four nights after work, the two men set up the trailer, unpacked, and reorganized Ted’s belongings. They were too busy to explore the new area or even speak to the neighbors there, and when the huge job was finished, Bud and Ted collapsed in exhaustion. “Thanks for all your help,” Ted said. “It’s pretty late, so why don’t you stay here tonight? I could use the company.” “What’s the matter?” Bud asked. “Are you all right?” “Yeah, sure,” Ted replied, but the more he thought about being there alone, the more uneasy he became. Bud agreed to stay, which should have calmed Ted, yet as bedtime approached he felt even more anxious. Nervously, he turned on the television, and they sat down in the living room to watch. “Hey! Did you see that?” Ted suddenly shouted, jumping up from his chair. “What?” Bud asked, looking around.

‘That flash of light!” Ted told him. “Oh, God, is it starting up again already?” “Don’t go over the edge,” Bud said, aware of the strain Ted had been feeling for weeks. “You need to stop working at the bookstore for a while, you need to quit those readings and try to come down out of the stars and be human again. Tell your spirit friends to go take a vacation and give you a rest. You’ve got to calm down!” But it was too late, and all Ted’s built-up frustrations erupted. In anger he stormed through the house, shouting at the intruders and cursing them for disturbing his sleep so constantly. “Here I am!” he shouted, “trying to do my spiritual work, to help people! But you keep me worn out, talking to me all the time and trying to teach me whatever this stuff is I keep hearing from you. You’re not considering me! need my rest, and you won’t let me sleep. I’ve had it with you! I’m not going to do any more readings right now, I can’t handle it any more. My body and my mind need some rest, and you little bastards won’t leave me alone at night. How in the hell do you think I can do this work you want me to do, when you won’t let me rest? “You better back off and leave me alone for a while, or I might just quit doing it permanently,” he threatened. “Go pick on the neighbors, why don’t you? Go teach them your lessons for a change, and leave me alone tonight!” he finished, stomping off into his bedroom and slamming the door. Physically and emotionally worn out, Ted fell asleep right away, but soon afterwards he awoke and wondered if the whole world had gone crazy. He sat up in shock, watching his bedroom wall, wavy and shimmery, dissolving before his eyes. “This has to be a dream,” he told himself, as the wall suddenly disappeared altogether. He could see outside the mobile home quite clearly. Stunned, Ted watched as three small, gray beings came through the invisible wall toward him. He was frozen with fear, and although his mind was functioning, he couldn’t cry out the terror he felt. One of the little beings reached out to touch him, and his fear instantly disappeared. They escorted him through the wall and out into the dark yard. A fourth being was waiting there, at the controls of some sort of hovering ‘sled’ device. Ted and the three beings stepped onto the sled and floated away, a few feet above the ground, over the yard and into an open field beyond the tall trees. There he saw a large, silver-gray, circular craft in the field, surrounded by brilliant light. The sled stopped about fifty feet from the object, and Ted was led into the craft. As he approached, he noticed a number of other sleds floating toward him, coming from several homes down the street, and each carried one of his neighbors. They arrived, and Ted and the others were taken into the large UFO, up a ramp into a central room. As they crowded in together, Ted was positioned in the middle of the group. One of the gray beings walked up to him and mentally asked, “Is this correct? Is this what you wanted?” But before he could reply, the craft seemed to rise up from the ground, and at that point Ted blacked out. The next thing he remembered was being transported back to his house in the UFO and seeing the other neighbors each being returned as well. He was fascinated by the process. At each home the craft hovered overhead, and the person being returned stepped onto a grate-type area. From there, a track of light carried the person, along with an accompanying gray being, straight into the mobile home below. The gray entity returned alone, and the craft moved to the next location, repeating the process. Ted was the last person delivered home. When he awoke the next morning, he recalled the experience quite vividly. He even remembered having a conversation with some of the gray beings when he was returned, and the way they touched him and thanked him for doing something. He didn’t know what it was that he might have done, however, for he recalled nothing of the time between his blackout on the craft and his return trip home from the event. Or the dream, if it had been just a dream. Whatever it was, he couldn’t understand what message or information this scenario was meant to deliver. His spirit guides in the past had never done such things, and Ted was truly bewildered. “What a dream!” he thought, “I can’t believe it!” And when Bud awoke a little later, Ted recounted the entire bizarre experience. “You know,” he finished, “when they took me into the ship, I had the feeling that these gray beings were almost familiar, like I’d known them before. And they seemed to know me, too. At least, I remember they acknowledged me in a way, and welcomed me.” “Yeah, sure,” Bud joked, “you and your psychic dreams. That’s what you get for listening to those women at the bookstore. You all sit around talking about UFOs, and now you’re having dreams about them.” “You’re probably right,” Ted said, gazing out the window. “But you know, I’ve only been over in this part of the mobile home park for four days, I don’t really know the area. Look, over there across the road,” he gestured. “I think that’s where they took me. We can’t see it from here, but if I’m right, there’s a big, open field just beyond there.” Bud stepped to the window and peered out. “No,” he shook his head, “there’s nothing but woods out there, just a lot of trees.” “I’m telling you,” Ted insisted, “in my dream we went through those trees, and behind there is a big, open field. After we have some coffee, let’s go over there and take a look.” Bud agreed rather dubiously to go with Ted, but a rain storm arose, keeping them indoors. Intense wet weather continued for several days, frustrating Ted’s desire to explore the area beyond the trees. A few times he and Bud actually started out, crossing the road and the trailer sites that lay between them and the woods, but there was too much water and mud to allow them passage. When dry weather finally returned, Ted and Bud did check out the area, and sure enough, just as Ted had seen in his dream, a large field lay hidden on the other side of the tree line. Looking around, they saw no sign of a craft having been there, no landing traces, so Ted tried to dismiss the odd experience as a psychic dream rather than an actual event. Even so, he couldn’t deny how totally real the whole episode had seemed at the time. And, at some deep emotional level, how very disturbing. His focus was shaken, so much so that Ted temporarily withdrew from doing his psychic work and kept a rather low profile for a while. Was it a coincidence that the disruptive nighttime intrusions by the invisible spirits also stopped at that time? Ted didn’t know, but he was grateful for the chance to catch up on his rest and to let his mind and body recover from the long months of fatigue. Best of all, there were no more voices talking to him during the night, and no sensations of being touched. When Ted finally felt strong enough to resume the psychic readings, he said nothing to his friends about the strange dream. And Bud, the only witness to his agitation the morning after, didn’t bring it up, so Ted put the whole thing out of his mind as best he could. His rational side insisted that the dream sprang from conversations about UFOs among his friends at the bookstore, and dreams, even such vivid ones, proved nothing. “Let it go,” he told himself, “just go on with your life.” There was plenty to keep him occupied. His position in the credit office of a large company demanded constant attention, and his reputation as a psychic, which grew rapidly in the area, brought in as many clients as he could manage. He was so busy, in fact, that it was several months after moving to the new location before Ted got around to meeting his neighbors. Almost all of the original families on his street had begun moving away shortly after his UFO dream-he’d been surprised by the number of “For Sale” signs that popped up the next week-so by the time Ted started meeting people in the neighborhood, only his mobile home and one other remained of the original neighborhood. The family who lived across the street were amiable people, and Ted enjoyed visiting them and their young children. One evening he sat out on his patio talking with Susie and her husband, while the children, a daughter of four or five and a son around two years old, played nearby. As they chatted, the conversation was interrupted by Bud, who was spending a few days with Ted. “Hey!” he called out from the porch, “Unsolved Mysteries is coming on TV, and they’re going to show some material about UFOs. Do you want to come in and watch it?” “Yeah,” Ted replied, “I do want to see it. I’ll be right in.” He turned to the young couple and asked, “How about you? Want to come watch it with me?” “Sure,” Susie agreed, and the adults went inside for the program, while the children stayed out playing. After the presentation, when Susie got up to leave, she said, “You know, that show reminds me of something. Back last spring, my daughter told us the strangest story, about a night the little spacemen came and took everybody for a ride.” Ted looked at her in disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked, “they took everybody for a ride?” Scanning back quickly, he realized that his dream had been in April. “You know that field out behind the woods over there?” Susie said, pointing to the tree line. “Heidi told us some spacemen came one night and took her and a bunch of other people out in that field to their rocket. She said they took everybody for a ride.” Bud and Ted stared at each other nervously. “Susie,” Ted finally said, “do you think you can get Heidi in here and let her tell me about that herself?” Heidi came in and willingly repeated the story for Ted. “The rocket was round,” she explained, “and there were lots and lots of other people there. You were there, too, I think you were. I didn’t know all the people, though.” “Why did you go with those spacemen?” Ted asked. “Weren’t you afraid?” “Well, I told them I couldn’t go out at night,” Heidi replied, “unless my mommy says it’s all right. But they made me go anyway.” “How did they make you go?” he pressed. “They put their fingers into my mouth,” she demonstrated, “and they pulled me like that, out to the rocket. That’s The Siege – Two how they made me go.” “What happened after you went riding on the rocket?” “I don’t remember,” Heidi shrugged. Ted turned to Susie. “Exactly when was it that Heidi told you about this?” he asked. “Can you remember?” “Yeah,” she nodded. “It was back in the spring, early April, I think.” “And that’s when you had your dream,” Bud commented. “What dream?” Susie asked. After hearing Heidi’s story, Ted felt compelled to tell her parents about his UFO dream, and they weren’t happy to hear it. “We just thought Heidi had been dreaming, too,” Susie said, shaking her head, “but now I don’t know what to think. Can things like that really happen?” Before Ted could reply, Susie continued. “Oh, I just remembered something else,” she said excitedly. “My eighteen-year-old cousin was in town visiting us during that weekend. He was sleeping on the sofa in the living room. And when we got up the next morning, he told us that he had seen some strange children in the living room during the night.” “Could there really have been kids in the house?” Ted asked, but Susie shook her head. “No,” she answered, “and we didn’t know what he was talking about. He said he woke up and saw a soft, pale bluish light everywhere, and there were some kids running around in the room. He even said he sat up on the couch and talked to them, but he couldn’t remember what anyone said.” It wasn’t enough for Susie to tell him these things. Ted wanted to hear it directly from her cousin, so a phone call was made, and for the second time that evening Ted heard confirmation of at least part of his dream. Only now, he realized, he couldn’t call it a dream any longer.

Three Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. Habakkuk With this new confirmation, Ted reluctantly accepted the possibility that his disturbing “dream” reflected a real event. And his instinctive response to that was not a happy one. Since it seemed to involve UFOs and their little gray occupants, he decided to tell his friends at the bookstore about the experience. His opportunity came the next Saturday when he was there waiting in his small office for the next client to arrive and listening to a conversation among several of his friends in an adjacent room. “Did you see the TV special the other night about cattle mutilations up in Arkansas?” one woman asked. “It showed all these dead cows with missing parts. Some had their tails cored out and parts of the jaw cut away. And there was one with the uterus removed by some type of unknown surgical procedure, maybe a laser, that literally cut between the cell layers.” Intrigued, Ted stepped out of his office. “Did they say anything about why these cattle were being mutilated?” he asked. “No,” the woman replied. “They didn’t say it was definitely aliens, they gave several possibilities. But we know the ETs are responsible.” “Why would aliens be interested in cows?” Ted asked. “I’d say they’re studying the different species on our planet,” a second woman said. “Probably they’re looking for ways to improve the nutrition we get from beef. They may even be genetically engineering a new cattle breed to withstand the coming earth changes, so that the human race can be assured of survival.” “We can’t prove it’s ETs,” the first woman added, “but it must be them. Common sense tells you that our government would stop it if it were only thieves. Besides, rustlers would want the whole cow, not just a cored-out rectum.” Everyone laughed, including Ted, and she continued. “I think the ETs do their experiments to help mankind,” she said. “Word has gotten around the universe about how wicked the human race is, and how self-destructive, and they want to help us clean it all up.” “I hope you’re right,” Ted replied, “but I don’t understand why the ETs don’t just land outright and tell us what they want. Why all the secrecy?” “Look, Ted,” a young man explained, “you know how humans are. If the ETs land, the first thing humans would do is get their guns and start shooting. We’re just not spiritually evolved enough to handle a massive close encounter. The whole world would panic, and the ETs know it. That’s why they behave in the manner they do. They’re here to teach us, not scare us. They know better than to just land.” “Well, they sure as hell scared me,” he replied, pouring out the story of his abduction with the neighbors. His friends reacted with excitement and elation. “I’m not surprised,” one of them remarked. “Some of the things you’ve told us made me wonder if you weren’t having alien contacts. How marvelous! You’re obviously a special person, a chosen person.” “I don’t know why this happened to me,” Ted said. “I don’t know anything about ETs, and to tell you the truth, the whole thing scared the living shit out of me. I don’t want them coming back to my house, or kidnapping me and my neighbors again. Why did they pick me?” “You’re trying to make it too complicated, Ted,” the first woman said, “but it’s really quite simple. You weren’t kidnapped, nor were your neighbors. ETs don’t kidnap people, they make contact with them. They’ve probably been helping you a long time, and you just didn’t know it. I’m sure your spirit guides allowed the ETs to make contact. They would have warned you if it weren’t okay.” “The ETs know you are here in this incarnation on a psychic mission to help humanity,” her friend agreed, “and they’re assisting you. I think it’s very beautiful. Who knows what they may be teaching you?” “You think that it’s my psychic abilities that attracted them to me?” Ted asked. “You think they’re going to lead me and teach me things like in the Close Encounters movie? Well, you can think again! I don’t care if my abilities do interest them, I don’t remember inviting them into my bedroom in the middle of the night to scare the hell out of me. Where are their manners? “With their technology,” he continued, “I do believe they could call before dropping in. You can say whatever you want, but I’m telling you right now that there is something about this whole thing that stinks to high heaven. I don’t like it, and I don’t want any part of it.” “You’re overreacting,” she said, “and besides, you can’t do anything about it. Your higher self gave permission for it on some level, probably before you were reincarnated. It’s all been planned, so you may as well kick back and enjoy it.” “Maybe so,” Ted hedged, “but I know one thing. They better start knocking before entering if they want my help. If it was all that wonderful, like you say, why couldn’t I sleep at night? I want to know what happened to me from the time we left the field until the time I was brought back home, too, because I don’t remember any part of that.” “I’m sure they were just teaching you,” the man assured him, “and when the time is right you’ll remember.” However, Ted wasn’t satisfied by their explanations. Inevitably, whenever they got into further discussions about the aliens and their actions, the talk usually turned argumentative. The others were firm in their belief that the ETs were wonderful and benevolent, but Ted had reservations about any sort of beings whose actions were so intrusive. It was during this time, not long after the neighborhood incident, that Ted received a surprisingly clear communication from a source he couldn’t identify. He’d always assumed The Siege – Three that such messages came from the spirit world, but now with an awareness of extraterrestrial involvement he wasn’t sure. In spite of its nebulous source, the message was quite specific, about a book that Ted was directed to write. In past readings that other psychics had done for him, he had repeatedly been told that he would be involved with the production of a book. Some of the readings, all the way back to the 1970s, indicated there would be more than one book. But Ted had never felt the urge to write a book, at least not until this new message. Now the idea caught his fancy. He felt a compulsion to write about his life and experiences, but being no writer, he was frustrated and uncertain of how to begin. So, as he’d done in the past, Ted put the whole thing in the hands of his spirit guides. He told them that if they really wanted him to write, they would have to provide him with the proper equipment and inspiration. “I don’t even have a typewriter,” he told them. “If I’m going to do this book, then I want a word processor.” He let the thought go with that, but later, when a friend of his died and bequeathed Ted a word processor, that challenge to the spirits came back to him. A vivid dream soon followed, in which some unidentifiable entities showed Ted the very book he was supposed to write. The next morning, he told a friend about the dream, convinced that it was important. “They’re serious,” he said, “they really must want me to do this book. Not only did they show it to me, they even told me what to call it – THE LIGHT WORKER.” But even though the spirits were insisting and the equipment had been provided, Ted delayed starting on the book. His doubts about the nature of these entities tempered his enthusiasm for the project. Instead of writing, Ted put his energy into the psychic readings at the bookstore, yet he continued to think about UFOs and aliens and to discuss them with his friends. One afternoon, when they had just had one of these conversations at the bookstore, Ted began rummaging through the books alone. A few moments later he glanced up and The Siege – Three noticed a woman, small and mature but very attractive and well-mannered, watching him with a smile. “I was just browsing,” she told him, “and I overheard your conversation.” “Oh?” he replied. “Pretty interesting stuff, isn’t it?” “I really feel that you should read this,” she continued, handing him a book. Ted took it and glanced down at the cover. It showed a drawing of a strange being with large, black eyes, and Ted cringed. It wasn’t that he felt the being was familiar, but still it sent a chill through his body. The title was COMMUNION. He looked up to ask the woman about the book, but she was gone. Quickly he searched the bookstore without finding her, so Ted went over to his friends in the back of the room. “Who was that woman?” he asked. “We don’t know,” Beverly replied. “We saw what she did, though. I thought it was someone you knew. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in here before.” “I’ve been meaning to tell you to read that book, too,” Felicia remarked. “Since you’re having ET visitations, you ought to read this. It should help you a lot. Take it home, and when you finish it, there’s another one you’ve got to read, too-TRANSFORMATION.” “Okay,” Ted agreed, taking the book with him when he left. Reading COMMUNION triggered some strong emotions in him, and by the time he finished the book he was pretty well convinced that some of his experiences were indeed alien visits. He read TRANSFORMATION as well, and after that Ted opened up and told his bookstore friends about several other of his unusual past events. “See,” his friends responded, “we told you all along that they were alien visitations! You’re so lucky, Ted, to have been chosen by them.” Ted didn’t feel very lucky, but he tried to accept what his friends said. If most other people did not have such experiences, maybe he was indeed “chosen,” although he saw no reason for it. Still, he gave up arguing with his friends about the benevolent nature of the aliens’ actions and motives. It would require more knowledge and more experiences, he reasoned, for him to form any opinion of his own. And occasionally such new events did occur. Once, late in 1989, for instance, when Ted and Bud were driving home from a trip to Florida, they both witnessed UFO activity. It was around three in the morning, as they approached the area near Crystal Springs, Mississippi, traveling along the small, winding roads and trying to stay awake and alert. Bud took the wheel, and Ted climbed into the back seat to take a nap and refresh himself for the next stint of the journey. As soon as he lay back and closed his eyes, Ted had a psychic flash, a vision of several deer standing by the side of the road. “Bud, I think you better slow down,” he said, raising up again to peer out the front windshield. “With all these trees, it’s hard to see the roadside, and I just had a psychic glimpse of some deer ahead. If we come on them too fast, they might dart in front of the car and cause us to have a wreck.” Bud slowed down accordingly, and about three miles further they saw three deer very near the road, refusing to move away. The car went by them slowly, and as he watched the animals, Bud remarked, “I wish I could do things like that. It never ceases to amaze me how you can do such things.” “I don’t know how I do it,” Ted replied. “It just seems to happen.” “Things like that prove your psychic ability to me,” Bud told him. “I don’t have any doubt about that. But I still have a problem with the UFO stuff. It isn’t that I doubt what you’ve told me, but I’ve never seen anything myself. And the stuff you see on TV isn’t very convincing. Besides,” he continued, “the government says it’s all bullshit, it’s not real. I just don’t know what to believe. Hell, I wish I could have some kind of physical proof and know it for myself.” “I wish I could give you some,” Ted laughed, “but I don’t know of any. I have no control when they come and go, and I don’t even know what it is they do.” He lay back for a nap, but a few minutes later Bud called out, “Ted! Take a look at that!” Ted sat up again and looked out the window. Descending through the sky straight in front of them was what appeared to be a bright shooting star. “Pretty damn brilliant,” Ted said, “and really clear. But, you know, that shooting star seems to be going slower than the ones I’ve seen before.” A few minutes later, a second shooting star suddenly shot up from behind the car, flying over and directly in front of them, completely silent. “That’s odd,” Ted said, “for that star to follow the same path as the first one, don’t you think?” Then a third star shot overhead maybe three minutes later as Ted and Bud watched in amazement. But they hardly had time to comment on it when a fourth one appeared, flying slowly in the same direction as the others. “Enough, that’s enough!” Bud insisted. “I don’t want any more proof! That’s all the proof I need. I believe you, Ted, I believe you!” And that was the end of the shooting stars after that. A much more dramatic event occurred in the following spring, in April 1990, when Ted was visited by Marie Jackson, the woman who had first brought him into the spiritualist association and who had trained him in his psychic development. Although he was no longer actively involved with the association, he and Marie remained very close friends over the years. But since they lived so far apart, visits were rare, and their first few days together were filled with long talks as they caught up on each other’s activities. A few nights later, well after midnight, Ted was startled from sleep by Marie calling his name from the living room where she slept on a sofa-bed. “Ted!” she shouted, “get in here! Right now!” She sounded anxious, so Ted roused up and hurried into the living room. Every light in the front of the house was blazing, and there was Marie pacing nervously, puffing on a cigarette and looking very worried. “My God, Marie, what on earth happened?” Ted asked. “I don’t know,” she replied, shaking her head, “but it’s really got me going. This was just too weird.” Ted tried to coax her into sitting down, but she was too agitated.

 

The Siege – Three “I was reading in bed,” Marie told him, still pacing, “and I don’t feel like I drifted off to sleep. I raised up in the bed and looked around, and suddenly all the walls in the trailer just, just disappeared!” “Huh?” Ted said in astonishment. “Listen,” Marie went on, “I could see outside. I could see from one end of the trailer to the other, and I could see all the way down into your bedroom. The walls were just gone! I saw you in bed, on the left side facing the wall.” “But how could that happen?” Ted asked, bewildered. “I don’t know,” Marie shrugged, “and that’s not all. When I looked back around, I saw two of the strangest spirits I’ve ever seen in my life! They came right through where the wall should be, and they walked up and started trying to take me outside.” “Are you all right now?” Ted asked. “Yeah,” she nodded. “They tried to get me outside, but I really threw a fit then. I’m too stubborn, I wasn’t about to go anywhere with them, and I gave them hell. By the time I got through with them, they turned me right back around.” “What did they look like?” Ted wanted to know, and as he listened to Marie’s description of the small grayish beings, his heart sank. They sounded just like the little creatures who had taken him and his neighbors to the large UFO in the field. “They must have been some of your ET friends,” Marie finished, lighting another cigarette and glancing around the room nervously, “because they sure weren’t any friends of mine, not from this world or any other I’ve ever known. And I don’t want to have anything to do with them.”

Four Beyond plants are animals, Beyond animals is man, Beyond man is the universe. The Big Light, Let the Big Light in! Jean Toomer

Even before Marie’s frightening encounter at his home, Ted felt that the aliens’ interest in him was growing stronger. The display of ‘shooting stars’ that had confirmed for Bud the reality of UFOs also signaled an upcoming change for Ted. He noticed that after his return from Florida in late 1989, the type of clients coming in for psychic readings was decidedly different. Formerly, most of his clients sought information about personal or mundane subjects. They wanted to know about their love affairs, health problems, or jobs. But many of his new clients had a more serious interest in metaphysical rather than personal questions. And, although he didn’t know what to make of it, Ted also found that in quite a few readings he was beginning to turn up evidence of alien contacts. Such things simply hadn’t happened in his psychic work before. Now, however, when Ted sat down to read for a client, several times he received unusual images and sensations about the person. And when he described these feelings, more often than not the person confirmed that some strange situation had indeed occurred which matched Ted’s information-and pointed to involvement with UFOs and alien beings. So many of these cases surfaced, in fact, that someone finally suggested forming a group to meet for UFO-related discussions. Ted and some of his clients soon began gathering on a monthly basis. In the meetings they shared information from books and also from their own unusual experiences. As he got to know these people better, Ted found that some of them had been suffering from many of the same problems he had. Like him, several people in the study group had recurrent sleep disorders, and some of them had also been through the anxiety and mental turmoil so familiar to Ted from his own past. The group continued on through the next year, evolving a strong sense of support among the members. Ted realized that none of them, however, really knew enough to feel certain about the true nature of the aliens, their plans and actions and motivations. But they discussed all the possibilities and shared a variety of opinions. Belief in the benevolence of the ETs still dominated the group, though, which prompted occasional trips out into the countryside at night, where they sat around talking together, waiting and hoping to see a UFO. Such a sighting never happened, but the group was encouraged by another exciting development that gave them an even greater appreciation of Ted and his special abilities. In their lively discussions, one or another of the members often posed questions for general consideration. No one, including Ted, really expected a solid answer to be forthcoming. But then he began to have nighttime contacts again, and this time the information he received was clearly related to the questions raised in the study group. The contacts always came while he slept, and upon waking the next morning Ted could remember only the message, not the messenger. Each time he received new information in this way, Ted shared it with the group, fueling new discussions and new questions. His friends gave serious consideration to the insights communicated by what they felt sure were Ted’s friendly ETs. But Ted himself, after years of accepting spirit communications as commonplace, was more puzzled than dazzled by these new contacts. He was especially bothered by the nebulous nature of his so-called ET visitors. Some of his study-group friends talked about various ‘homes’ from which the aliens supposedly originated, such as Zeta Reticuli, Orion, and the Pleiades, certain that the ETs were physical entities. If the aliens truly were real, as humans are, Ted wondered why they hid their physical nature from him, communicating only through telepathy or dreamlike, dimly remembered encounters. Until he had more objective confirmation of the reality of UFOs, Ted decided, he couldn’t be sure just who was communicating with him. Such was his state of mind one evening as he sat watching before, but this time Ted’s attention was caught by a scene in which a small round light was shown flying in and around a UFO. Orange and red, with quick movements, it behaved as if it were somehow controlled by an invisible umbilical cord. “I wonder what that was all about,” he mused, mildly curious, but a few nights later, when part of that movie scene was reenacted right in his own house, his curiosity turned to amazement. After retiring for the night, Ted awoke from sleep with a sudden start, his heart racing. He looked around the dimly lit room, thinking more uninvited guests were about to arrive. He felt his panic surge as a round sphere slowly floated toward him from across the room near the ceiling. He’d seen it just as it made its entrance through the bedroom wall. About the size of a basketball, it shimmered with a red and orange glow. Ted thought that it would probably look like a ball of fire if it were seen moving rapidly in total darkness. Ted closed his eyes for a few seconds, hoping that perhaps he was hallucinating or holding an image from a very vivid dream still in his mind. But when he opened his eyes, the ball of light was still there, only now it had moved much nearer. In fact, it was now directly over him, forcing him to look straight up to see it. The light was within arm’s reach, and in spite of his almost paralyzing fear, Ted slowly lifted his hands to touch the floating sphere. To his amazement, a voice commanded him to stop. The voice was somewhat mechanical, and it sounded as if it came   [Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind]. He’d seen it from every direction at once. Ted turned to look down the hallway to see if someone had spoken to him from that direction, but it was empty. He thought of jumping from the bed and making a dash down the hallway as he glanced in that direction, but almost as if the ball of light heard his silent thoughts, it spoke again. “Do not fear,’ it said. “I have come only to deliver a message.” Ted lay silent on his bed looking up at this strange device hovering three feet from his face. He could discern large grooves crossing the sphere in several directions. Inside these grooves, spaced a few inches apart, were nickel-sized ‘lenses’ that made turns to focus in all directions within the bedroom, as well as at Ted’s face. At that moment there was a tremendous inflow of information into Ted’s brain. It felt as if someone had pushed the “enter” button on a computer to store pages of information. It literally was that quick and sudden, but Ted was unable to recognize the data at that moment. As he was analyzing what had just happened, the device drifted toward the bedroom door and made its way down the hall. Ted silently crept out of bed and began to follow it. As he and the light made their way into the living room, it picked up speed quickly and made some ninety-degree turns, demonstrating its independence of his physical and mental control. Then it accelerated rapidly toward the kitchen wall and vanished right through it. Still in his underwear, Ted ran outside onto the patio and into the yard trying to follow the ball of light. But there was no trace of it in sight. Ted looked at the clock when he went back inside. It was 3:47 a.m. The entire event had happened in only three to five minutes, Ted knew, but it seemed like a lifetime. With jangled nerves, extreme curiosity, and quite a bit of fear, he sat up the rest of the night. By dawn he was ready for the sleep that he knew he could now get with the rising sun, his old familiar security blanket from many sleepless nights in the past. He awoke at 11:20 a.m. and took a quick shower. Feeling quite refreshed, he went into the kitchen to make coffee, and glancing up at the kitchen wall, he suddenly was flooded with memories of the entire event the previous night. As he sat sipping hot coffee, he realized that he not only remembered the event this time, but he could also remember the message, and the messenger. Information which the machine had somehow put into his mind explained that it was a device controlled from a nearby UFO, as humans call them, but the occupants referred to them as their life-support vehicle. These ball-shaped, lighted objects are scanners, he was informed, used to inspect a dwelling before their couriers are sent inside for their mission. The scanner with its numerous lenses and listening devices allows the controller in the craft to view the entire layout of the dwelling. The controller is able to see where every person is located, how many are in each room, and if they are asleep or awake. Are they dressed or armed in any way? Are there any animals around? Will the contactee need to be manipulated to another room so as not to disturb the others? The object is to complete the mission with as little resistance as possible. As Ted sat there with his coffee, for the first time since all the UFO business had entered his awareness, he felt really violated, intruded upon, and helpless to stop this invasion of his privacy. He decided to call all of his study group members and share this experience with them, hoping someone would have a suggestion as to how he could stop this outrageous intrusion. By five p.m. Ted has spoken to five individuals about the nighttime visitation. He detailed the whole event objectively to each one, careful not to overreact or exaggerate the occurrence. Each conversation was openly received until Ted began to bring into focus the negative ramifications, such as invasion of privacy, being spied upon, feelings of helplessness to control the visits, possible danger of radiation, and just plain agitation at the arrogant attitude that it was all right for the ETs to enter at their convenience, not Ted’s, with no invitation whatsoever.

 

The Siege – Four

After he finished speaking to his friends, Ted was totally frustrated. All of them immediately turned the situation around to show Ted just how privileged he was to be taught this valuable information. No matter what he suggested, his friends countered with some justification that made it all acceptable. They told him he was being ridiculous to even consider that the alien device wasn’t one hundred percent benevolent in its nature and intent. One person came over to inspect the wall where the ball of light entered and exited Ted’s house, searching for any evidence of penetration. Another insisted that Ted should try to direct the UFO controllers to his home because he would not show them the lack of respect and consideration which he felt Ted obviously had for the situation. Ted wondered if he was being just plain negative, as his friends accused him, or if they might be walking around with some metaphysical blinders on their eyes. “Oh, well,” Ted reminded himself, “I haven’t been injured, just frightened a bit, so maybe something good will come out of all this yet. But one thing I do know. I’m going to play the game like my friends are, that it’s all for the good, until I know otherwise, because I’m tired of getting attacked every time I even suggest that there are elements to this that I don’t like.” Through the people to which Ted told his story, word got around the Shreveport UFO community about the ball of light. Within ten days, he received three intriguing phone calls from local people who chose to remain anonymous. One man, who worked for a utility company, told Ted that he, too, had had a strange experience only a few weeks before, with a marble-sized ball of white and yellow light that made a slight buzzing noise. He noticed it hovering over his head while he was up a utility pole at work. It slowly traversed his entire body, softly humming and making almost undetectable clicking noises. The man said he never saw where it came from, but that when he came down the pole, what had seemed like a ten-minute event had actually taken over an hour. He, too, felt that something had crammed his brain with information that went in too quickly for him to decipher. The thing that disturbed him most, he said, was that in spite of everything he tried to do, he couldn’t get the strange device to go away, and that it finally entered his chest, not to be seen again. He wasn’t able to tell anyone about this until talking with Ted, and he wanted Ted to reassure him that it was all right and that he wasn’t in any danger. Ted could only share experiences with the man and comfort him with the fact that if anything were really wrong, it probably would have shown up by now. Other than losing a little sleep the first few nights, the man seemed to be okay. Ted talked to him a few weeks later, and the man stressed that nothing else had occurred, and that he felt better after discussing the experience with Ted. Another caller, a woman, told him about a night three years earlier, in which she and a friend observed a similar device floating around her large, open porch during the wee hours of the morning. The two friends had been out to a local club that evening and arrived back home around 1:30 a.m. They both got ready for bed but then decided to sit on the porch for a while, enjoying the cool summer night, to have one more cigarette before retiring. As they sat there, an object that looked like a ball of fire darted across the lawn and made a right-angle turn toward them on the porch. It hovered silently in front of them for about ten seconds and then sped away. The women were frightened and locked themselves in the house for the rest of the night. They shared their story with one other friend, who laughed and suggested they stay out of the bars, and that maybe someone had slipped them some LSD in their drinks. The women insisted that wasn’t true, but they realized this was not an experience that just anyone would care to hear. So they vowed not to bring it up again. One of the women told Ted that she was relieved to find someone else who could relate to her experience. As she wished Ted well, she told him that she prayed every night that she would never see the device again because it left her with an uncomfortable and uncanny feeling. Her friend rarely spoke about it. The women had no recollection of any missing time, just The Siege – Four jangled nerves. A nineteen-year-old man from a nearby community also phoned. He insisted that such a ball of light met him one night on the way home from a date. He said it was shortly after midnight when he came face to face with the light after his pickup suddenly stalled on a dark country road. The man got out of the truck to raise the hood, trying to determine why the vehicle died, when to his surprise a glowing, basketball-sized object, just as Ted had seen, suddenly came out of nowhere and hovered within arm’s reach. He said he felt and heard nothing. The ball of light seemed to float near him only a few seconds and then disappeared as if it blinked away. He jumped back into the pickup to grab a flashlight, but he found that the truck was now working again. He drove at a high speed the rest of the twomile trip home. He had no recall of missing time and claimed he had never seen a UFO but would like to see one, having become extremely interested in the subject since the encounter with the ball of light. Thinking about his own encounter with the monitoring sphere, Ted realized just how much the strange event had echoed the movie scene in Close Encounters, and he wondered if someone or something had been listening when he had made the remark about it to himself while watching the film. He also realized that if he had witnessed the light display at any time before 1988, he probably would have accepted it as a signal or a manifestation of some spiritual entity. But now Ted realized that the encounter, imitating the movie scene, was meant to direct his attention to a UFObased explanation for many of his previous experiences. Was this event, he wondered, meant to give the objective confirmation he’d been asking for? Maybe so, he mused, but that ball of light, in spite of its very real but brief appearance, was still not enough to convince Ted.

Five God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face Browning Shortly after this episode, Marie Jackson phoned and invited Ted for a visit at her home in Florida. Eager to discuss his recent experiences with his old mentor, Ted accepted. He left in July, and as the plane carried him toward Florida he spent his time gazing out the window, wondering if a UFO would flit by, and reading a book on the subject. “I wonder if the ETs know I’m going to Marie’s,” he mused silently. “They seem to know a lot about me, so I guess it’s possible.” When he arrived, he found that another old friend, Amelia Reynolds, was also staying at Marie’s, and the three of them shared wonderful conversations, laughing and talking late into the evenings. Ted told them all about the UFO study group and the many strange experiences he and the others had witnessed. Marie listened with great curiosity, but Amelia dismissed the whole phenomenon out of hand. No matter what Ted told her, she emphatically declared, ‘There is no such thing as UFOs. That’s the sort of stuff the National Enquirer prints, so how on earth can you take it seriously?” Just after midnight one evening, the three friends said good night and went off to prepare for bed. Ted’s room was at the far end of the house from the bedroom where Marie and Amelia occupied twin beds. The lights were out and the house was quiet, until Amelia suddenly awoke hearing a helicopter hovering noisily overhead.

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“Marie?” she whispered, “Do you hear that? What’s a helicopter doing flying so low around here at this time of night?” “What helicopter?” Marie replied. “I don’t hear anything. You must have been dreaming.” “No, I’m not! It’s right over us! I can hear it right now,” Amelia insisted. “What’s the matter with you?” And then she froze, silent, staring up at the ceiling in astonishment. “I can see it,” she said slowly. “Marie, I can see it.” Marie looked up at the dark ceiling in disbelief. “Wake up, Amelia, you’re dreaming,” she said. “There’s nothing there.” “I’m not asleep,” Amelia protested, raising her head from the pillow. Her eyes still gazed upwards. “I swear to you, I can see a helicopter right up there! By that big tree with all the leaves. I see the front of the thing, it’s rounded, and the legs are folded underneath.” “Well, why can’t I see it, then?” Marie asked, exasperated. “I don’t know,” Amelia replied. “It’s like the ceiling isn’t there. It has disappeared, and I can see right through the roof.” A faint bluish glow suddenly appeared around Amelia as she tried to rise from the bed, and Marie jumped up with a start. “Oh, my God,” she said as the glow increased, surrounding the bed in a circular haze of blue light. “Amelia! Get out of there!” “I can’t move,” Amelia said helplessly. “I’m paralyzed! Where are you? I can’t see you any more! There’s something’s down there, by the foot of the bed.” “I tell you, I don’t see anything,” Marie insisted, looking around the room. “What is it that you’re seeing?” “Two people, two beings,” Amelia answered, staring at the end of her bed, “and they don’t look like spirits.” “What do they look like?” Marie asked. “One of them is real tall,” Amelia described, “and he’s got greenish skin, like a lizard or alligator. I never saw such a thing before! Its head is egg-shaped, and I can see slanted eyes, but no ears or mouth. And this other one is shorter, sort of blue-black colored, like a grape or raisin. What are they, Marie? Can you communicate with them? What kind of spirits are they?” “Whoa,” Marie interrupted. “I don’t know anything about these beings. They sound like some of Ted’s friends, they’re not mine. Ted!” she shouted, growing more frightened. “Ted! Get in here! There’s something wrong with Amelia!” Ted was awakened by the uproar, but he couldn’t understand what Marie was shouting. He padded out the door and started down the hall, stopping momentarily when he saw a blue glow emanating from the open doorway. Inside, Marie had circled around the room and was waiting for him, pressed back against the farthest wall from where Amelia lay motionless, enveloped in the brilliant light. Ted stepped in uncertainly and then stopped dead in his tracks, staring. “What the…?” he started to say, but then darting sparks of light suddenly shot through the blue haze, making both Ted and Marie jump in surprise. “Amelia!” he yelled, “get out of there!” “Marie?” Amelia called out, “Marie? Where are you?” “I’m right here,” she shouted back, “and Ted’s here, too.” They inched closer to the bed, still keeping a healthy distance from the blue glow, which was now filled with tiny, rapid explosions of lightning trails. “I can hardly hear you,” Amelia said loudly. “Speak up!” “What’s going on?” Ted asked. “Where did this all come from?” “I don’t know,” Marie said. “She started talking about a helicopter, and now she says she can see it up through the roof, that it’s right overhead. What should we do?” “Are you all right, Amelia?” Ted shouted. “Is that stuff hurting you, all that lightning?” “What lightning?” Amelia shouted back in surprise. “I’m okay, but I can’t move. That helicopter thing is still up there, and those two other things are still just standing there staring at me.” “What’s she talking about?” Ted asked, and Marie told him about the strange creatures Amelia had described. “I can’t see them,” Ted called out to Amelia. “Ask them for a name if you can.” The alligator man sounded suspiciously familiar to him, as he thought about a strange series of events he’d endured many years before. “Could it be something like Volmo?” he whispered to Marie, but she shrugged uncertainly. “I don’t hear them talking,” Amelia replied. “But it’s like they’re putting a message into my mind. I see big capital letters spelling out a name: RAYMOND.” “What are they doing now?” Marie asked. “Are you still okay?” “Yes,” Amelia said, “and now I’m seeing another word. I think it’s the name of that helicopter thing. It says COMMAND II.” “We’ve got to help her,” Marie insisted. “This doesn’t feel right.” “I don’t know,” Ted hesitated. “She’s not in any pain, at least. We don’t know what might happen if we try to pull her out of that energy field or whatever it is. Maybe we should wait.” “Are those beings still there?” Marie asked, but before Amelia could answer, the blue light flashed off, and Amelia fell back against the pillow. Marie ran to the bed, and Ted turned on the overhead light, looking around apprehensively. But everything seemed perfectly normal. “I never saw anything like those beings,” Amelia said, clearly shaken. “They didn’t look like spirits, I tell you that! And that helicopter wasn’t normal, either. When you were talking about UFOs and aliens the other day, Ted, I didn’t believe you. But after this, I don’t know. That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever been through.” As they sat up together, trying to calm one another down and discussing the bizarre events, Marie and Ted were surprised to learn that Amelia had not seen the bluish sphere of light around her bed. And then Marie thought about her own odd encounter with unfamiliar beings.

“When I was at Ted’s last year,” she told Amelia, “I think I had a little visit from those guys, too. You remember, Ted?” “Yeah,” he nodded, “how could I forget? You woke me up screaming and kept me up all night, holding your hand and smoking cigarettes.” “Well, you’d have been upset, too,” she replied, “if you’d seen what I did.” And she described the whole event, how the walls disappeared and the two strange beings tried to take her outside. “That all happened while I was with Ted,” she finished, “and now look what’s happened to you, Amelia, with Ted here with us. No, those aren’t any spirits that I know of. I think they showed up because of Ted.” He didn’t argue with her. Like him, both Amelia and Marie had seen the walls or ceiling dissolve and vanish, and they had encountered non-human creatures in unknown craft. Spirits, they all knew, needed neither space ships nor ‘helicopters’ for their travels, but these mysterious beings apparently did. When he returned to Shreveport and told his friends about this latest experience, they were more convinced than ever that Ted was the focus of extraterrestrial interest. Alien activity around Ted was clearly increasing, everyone realized. Yet in spite of these events, and in spite of all their reading and discussion, no one could truly explain what was going on, or why. The more Ted thought about the situation, the more he felt that he needed help. It frightened him that he had no control over his relationship with the aliens. Marie’s visitors had come unbidden in 1990 at his home, and certainly he and the neighbors hadn’t been asked if they wanted to go for a UFO ride in 1989. Now there was the blue light sphere and Amelia talking to invisible aliens. It was just too much to ignore. He wanted some real answers, and so far the study group had not provided them. Then he remembered what the spirits had taught him, about manifesting the things he needed, and he began visualizing someone who could bring him help. He decided to place an announcement in a local metaphysical newsletter, Illuminations. In bold print, the notice simply said: TED RICE WOULD LIKE TO START A UFO ABDUCTION SUPPORT GROUP. PLEASE INDICATE YOUR INTEREST TO P. O. BOX_ AND WE WILL FORWARD TOTED. It was his way of putting his problem in the hands of a greater force, as he’d done many times in the past. He had no idea what results the announcement might bring, but he knew what he and his friends had hoped for: a knowledgeable UFO researcher and a competent hypnotist who could help them investigate their experiences. It was time for some answers. But even Ted didn’t expect that a reply would come so soon. A month after the notice was printed, Ted received a letter from Dr. Karla Turner, an abduction researcher in Little Rock, responding to his announcement. As he read through the letter, his excitement grew. Dr. Turner told him that not only had she been working with another researcher whose abduction reports numbered well into the hundreds, but that she herself was an abductee. And she recommended that he contact the other researcher, Barbara Bartholic, if he should decide to use regressive hypnosis as an investigative tool. The letter felt like an answer to his prayer. He didn’t know exactly what was involved in an abduction investigation, but he was determined to find out. Ted wrote back to Dr. Turner right away, asking her to phone, and once that contact was made, they talked frequently. Karla explained how she had come to work with Barbara a few years earlier when her own family had gone through repeated encounters with aliens. And she had just written a book, INTO THE FRINGE, that told of her family’s experiences. She also let him know that there were thousands of other people going through the same sort of thing, and this reassured Ted that he wasn’t merely suffering from a mental disturbance. But other than these things, Karla didn’t give Ted any new information. Instead, she concentrated on learning all about Ted’s past experiences as well as about his personal and family background. He told her of his childhood in the cottonfield country of northwest Alabama, where he was born in 1942 and where he learned to love nature and its wilder creatures. He told her about his career in business finance and also about his psychic work. She listened intently as Ted explained his metaphysical philosophy, which taught him that all life forms evolve upward spiritually, toward perfection and the ultimate source of all genesis. People who come into this world destined to work and contribute to human transcendence are known as “Light Workers,” a term commonly used for spiritual teachers and leaders in the metaphysical community. And he shared his sense of mission, that his psychic gift should be used to help others understand their own destinies and to show them how the powers of love and light were at work in their lives. Through these long conversations, Karla came to know Ted as a warm, accessible, insightful man, with the sense of humor of a natural comedian. When Ted went on to describe some of the bizarre events in his life, Karla recognized details that indicated ongoing alien encounters. She put him in touch with Barbara Bartholic, and soon they made plans to meet in person. Ted was eager to learn about the strange beings whose involvement in his life he could no longer deny, and he hoped that regressive hypnosis would help uncover any hidden knowledge. But before Barbara consented to work with Ted, she needed to know as much about him as possible. Over weeks of long phone conversations, she listened as Ted unfolded a most amazing account. From everything she had learned investigating other abduction cases, it soon became clear to Barbara that Ted Rice had indeed been chosen for a life-long involvement with forces that most people never knew existed. His recent encounters with UFOs and aliens, she soon learned, were just another twist in the path he had traveled. He had known spirits and spaceships, angels and ghosts, a beautiful female ET and a bizarre reptilian humanoid, and he had been shown scenes of heaven and of horrible destruction. In order to make any sense of these events, his entire life’s journey had to be examined. And the story that emerged, of The Siege – Five the mysterious forces that shaped the life of a cotton-patch kid from backwoods Alabama and transformed him into a “Light Worker,” had great implications beyond the merely personal. With all that it revealed about illusion and reality, good and evil, and the nature of humanity, Ted Rice’s story challenges everything we think we know about the universe.

Part Two The Child

A youth to whom was given So much of earth-so much of heaven Wordsworth

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in. Graham Greene

 

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Six Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:7

Unseen forces first intruded into Ted’s life when he was very young, no more than four or five, and the events of that intrusion resulted in a scolding and a spanking. This, and the high strangeness of the whole affair, made it something he never forgot. Shortly after dawn one morning, young Teddy awoke to find himself floating out of the bed. He was surprised but unafraid, even though, as his point of view ascended, he glanced down and saw his body still asleep with his head sticking out of the covers. The next thing he knew, Teddy was in the kitchen, apparently hovering near the ceiling, as a busy scene unfolded below him in the room. His mother and grandmother were there, talking with his aunt, uncle, and young cousin Sally who had stopped by unexpectedly. Teddy was so amazed by the situation that all he could do was watch and listen. “What are y’all doing out here so early?” his mother asked. “You must be on your way somewhere.” “Yes,” his aunt said, “we decided last night to ride over to Parrish today, to see my brother and his family before they leave to go back to Mobile. They’ve been up there with Daddy for a few days. So we thought we’d stop and pick up Teddy, if you’ll let him come. Sally and him, they always have a good time together. They keep each other occupied and out of our hair,” she laughed. Up above them, Teddy grew excited, eager to go off with his cousin. Sally was one of his favorite playmates, and any adventure that broke the pleasant monotony of farm life was a treat. “No,” his mother said, and Teddy couldn’t believe his ears, “no, he better not go this time. His daddy is coming in today, and we’re supposed to take Teddy to get a haircut and some new shoes. He’s got holes in those things he’s wearing. So I think we better pass this time.” Teddy was heartbroken and angry. “What do you mean?” he shouted. “Why can’t I go?” But no matter how loudly he protested, his mother and everyone else in the room ignored him. Finally he realized that they didn’t even know he was there. They couldn’t see him or hear him, and his young mind was bewildered. No matter how hard he tried to interrupt them, they kept talking about the relatives and other trivial matters, and then his uncle’s family prepared to leave. “How about y’all going out the back door, around that side of the house?” his mother suggested. “If Teddy hears you leave out the front door, he’ll surely wake up. He’ll throw a fit to go with you, and I’ll end up having to spank his bottom to make him stop showing out.” They all laughed, and she followed the others out the back door, leaving Teddy sputtering indignantly-and invisibly. He was angry that he couldn’t go, angry that they’d laughed about him getting a spanking, and most of all angry at being ignored. Suddenly, Teddy popped up from his bed and looked around in puzzlement. Apparently he was back in his body, but he didn’t pause to think about it. Still bristling with indignation, he jumped out of bed and stormed down the long hallway into the kitchen. His mother and grandmother were there alone, cleaning the breakfast table. “Why didn’t you let me go?” he shouted angrily. “I wanted to go with Sally! I wanted to go on the trip!” The two women stared at him and then at each other. “What on earth are you talking about?” his mother asked. ‘They was just here! I saw ‘em!” Teddy said, still shouting, as he wiped away tears of frustration.

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“No, you didn’t,” she argued. “That was over an hour ago, and I checked your room right after they left. You were asleep.” “Huh-uh, I was in here,” he insisted. “You were mean! You wouldn’t answer me when I talked to you, Mama. I saw my uncle and aunt and Sally right here. They said could I go with them, and you said no! But I wanted to go, I wanna go right now!” Teddy’s mother picked him up and gave him a couple of swats on the backside. “You stop that temper fit right now,” she commanded and sent him back to his room. He calmed down for the moment, but later when he repeated his story about being in the kitchen and seeing the relatives, he was angry and bewildered when no one believed him. And when she managed to get him alone for a moment, his grandmother cautioned him to stop talking about such things. “They’re going to think you’re mighty strange and peculiar, Teddy,” she said. ‘Things like that just don’t happen. And if they did, they’d be bad things. You’re too young to know about King Saul and the witch of Endor, but it’s right there in the Bible. You’ve got to stay away from such dark things, child.” She hugged him tightly. “Grandy loves you, Teddy,” she whispered. “You’re my good little boy, my little dear one, and I’ll always take care of you. But you’ve got to watch out, all your life. There’s a lot of good in this world, and there’s a whole lot of bad, too.” He let his grandmother comfort him. He hadn’t understood why she was so concerned, any more than he had understood what had happened to him. But if Grandy said it was wrong, then it must be so, he thought. And when no one mentioned it again, the incident was soon forgotten. Years later, in 1975, it all came back to him, though. Ted was living in Atlanta then, actively involved with the King’s Gate Spiritualist Church. He was a full-time bank employee, but he devoted several evenings a week to the study and practice of his psychic work. He did private readings and occasional public presentations, fascinating the audience as he picked out person after person to scan and discuss. He saw scenes of their past and visions of their future that later quite often proved to be correct. It was during this time that a couple of very odd incidents occurred. One night Ted woke up, and, moving as if in a dream, he went to the typewriter, inserted blank paper, and began to click at the keys. A story was clear and full in his mind, a story of a little boy-“Karly Kane,” a voice told Ted-chasing a rabbit in a field. It began with Karly walking home for lunch, with a small rabbit in his arms, when he was overcome by fatigue and went into the shade of a tree. His awareness changed suddenly, expanding, and then he found himself in a different place, slipping into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he heard beautiful music. A voice from an unseen source guided him through a misty wonderland of wild creatures, and nearby a group of small children sang. The music made Karly think of heaven. There were about thirty children dressed in blue, and he reached out to touch one of them. “No,” the voice said, “you cannot be with them at this time.” Karly grew angry, screaming and kicking against the voice and the force that restrained him. And suddenly everything changed. The children were gone, the shade tree was gone, even his rabbit was gone, and Karly was alone in the sun, longing for home. Ted finished the story and went right back to bed. It was only the next morning, when found the neatly typed pages on his desk, that he recalled getting up sometime during the night and writing it, although he had no idea what had motivated him or how he had managed to do it at that hour. The second time this happened, Ted had even less memory of the event. He woke one morning and found another neatly typed piece of writing, several pages in length, lying beside his typewriter. He lived alone, so there was no one else who could have typed them, but the words he read were completely unfamiliar. He had a vague, hazy memory of getting up during the night, but he couldn’t remember doing anything else, especially typing. Still, he must have been the author, and that made the story on the pages all the more puzzling. It was about Margaret Mitchell, the author of GONE WITH THE WIND, but Ted had no great interest in Margaret Mitchell. The story told of Miss Mitchell’s creation of her masterpiece, a task which had been accomplished with the aid of some spirit form or guide. Working through Miss Mitchell, this spirit entity had shaped a grand book that brought the romantic southern tradition to life. As the story in his hands explained,

This was not the sort of message, or the medium, he was familiar with from his spirit guides. The meaning in the story wasn’t clear to him, but he was even more concerned that he had no memory at all of writing it. At least the first story, he realized, might have a partial explanation, for it was clear that Karly’s own description, actions, and background were copied from his own. He wondered if the story came from some unforgotten childhood memory, so Ted searched through his past but came up empty. He simply didn’t remember such a thing happening to him at eight years old, which was Karly’s age in the story. Thinking back to those years in Alabama did bring to mind the memory of that morning he left his body in bed and floated into the kitchen, though. He loved his childhood and the people who cared for him, especially his Grandy. Wistfully he thought about her, and an old, haunting emotion started up in him. Her death, when he was ten years old, had

cut deeply into his heart. Although there was no reason for it, Ted had always suffered a sense of guilt and uncertainty about it. If only things hadn’t been so strange just before she died, perhaps he would have felt differently. His family had moved away from the farm by then and into a small town, so he didn’t get to visit Grandy very often. Sometimes she would come for a visit and stay two or three weeks, filling the house with the delicious smells of cobblers, cookies, and cakes. Their house was small, and when Grandy visited, she shared his little bedroom, snuggling up warmly at night and lulling him to sleep with stories of the old times. Every detail of her last visit was still clear in Ted’s mind. Daddy had brought her to town on Thursday night, because it was such a long drive to the farm and back. They hardly had a chance to talk before bed, but Teddy looked forward to the weekend and some of Grandy’s wonderful hot biscuits for Sunday breakfast. He put on his pajamas and climbed in between the blankets, and then his grandmother, in a long white gown, slid in beside him. The bed soon filled with her warmth, and Teddy dozed off almost immediately. It was dark when he opened his eyes. He sensed something in the room, long before he heard it, but when he tried to sit up and look around, his body wouldn’t move. He felt wild-eyed terror, like a trapped animal, wishing with all his heart that he could burrow to safety under Grandy beside him. Something shifted then, and Teddy was suddenly aware of being at the foot of the bed. He saw both their bodies still under the covers, and now he could hear a voice. It was unfamiliar, deep and angry and male, and for a crazy moment he wondered if the voice could possibly be coming from him, since he didn’t see anyone else in the room. The words made no sense, however, but Teddy could feel the dangerous anger within them. A shift again, and he was back in his body, in bed and still unable to move. Grandy wasn’t moving, either. The man’s deep, frightening voice droned on, and Teddy fought to cry out at him to stop. His mouth wouldn’t work. He couldn’t raise his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, he “The spirit was a highly evolved soul that had once lived a life similar to Scarlett O’Hara’s, and her tale was as strong as the Ancient Mariner’s and she had to tell it. She needed a release for this energy and Margaret was her channel. Through Margaret’s pen she would be able to confess her unjust deeds that had hurt so many when she was on the earth plane. It would help Margaret in her own spiritual development as well, and entertainment would be brought to countless millions. Quietly and secretively she moved in around Margaret and they formed a team that produced one of the greatest novels of all times.”

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couldn’t punch his grandmother in the back and wake her up, he couldn’t do anything but feel afraid. So he closed his eyes, and the next moment, it seemed, he opened them to see daylight streaming in through the lace-curtained window by the bed. Grandy was already up and gone. Sleepily, Teddy went into the kitchen and found her sitting at the table alone. She was dressed in the same clothes she’d worn the day before, and her suitcase stood waiting by the back door. “Where’s Mama?” he asked, looking around. “In the bathroom,” she answered. “And your daddy’s gone off to work. Think you ought to get ready for school now?” “Uh-huh,” he said, turning to go. But then he stopped and walked back over to his grandmother with a puzzled look on his face. “What was that last night?” he asked. “What was what?” she replied, avoiding his gaze. “Didn’t you hear it, Grandy?” he asked. “Who was that man? I woke up and heard him talking. I didn’t see him, but he scared me. Who was that?” She reached out and enfolded Teddy into her lap. There were tears in her eyes when she finally answered him, and the young boy began to cry, too. “That was the Devil, child,” she told him. “That was the Devil, but don’t you worry about it none. Your grandma took care of him, so don’t think about it any more.” She kissed him on both cheeks and then put him back down on the floor. “Now, go get dressed, and I’m going to fix you a good breakfast. Go on, now,” she commanded. Teddy obeyed, but he was troubled by Grandy’s statement. And her tears. If she was frightened enough to cry, he thought, the Devil must surely be a bad, bad man. He was glad that Grandy had promised to protect him. When he returned from school that day, he found his mother and father and grandmother in the middle of a heated argument. “That’s crazy,” his father was saying. “You just got here, for heaven’s sake!” He turned to Teddy’s mother for support, but she just shrugged. “No matter,” Grandy replied. “I want to go home, right now.” “I can’t just load up and drive you all the way back to the farm, Mama,” his father said. “I got things to take care of. Why don’t you wait till next weekend?” Grandy’s expression never wavered. “I’m packed, and I want to leave now. I’m sorry to get in your way, but you’ve got to take me home.” Teddy’s father shook his head. “I just can’t do it, not tonight,” he said. “The best I can do is tomorrow, but this is just crazy.” “Tomorrow, then,” Grandy reluctantly agreed. “You drive me home in the morning.” That night in Teddy’s bed, she read her Bible out loud to him for a long time. And then she prayed in earnest, rocking the boy back and forth in her arms to the rhythm of the whispered words. Before breakfast the next day, she was dressed and packed again, waiting impatiently for the family to get ready. When everything was packed and loaded, they set off on the three-hour drive to the old farm. Teddy played happily in the back seat, but he noticed that in the front the grownups were hardly talking. His father looked perplexed, his mother bewildered, and his grandmother simply stared straight ahead without a word to anyone. When they reached the farm, Teddy tumbled out of the car and ran into the yard, eager to stretch and play after the morning’s long drive. His parents helped Grandy take her things inside, and Teddy raced around to the back yard for the tire swing that dangled from a large tree by the fence. The stress of the long trip soon vanished, and he felt exhilarated to be back in the place he loved best. A sudden scream echoed out from the house, and Teddy stopped swinging. There was another scream as he raced indoors, but before he could go very far his mother grabbed him up and hurried him out of the living room. Over her shoulder, he could see his father kneeling on the floor and his beloved Grandy lying there white and still.

The Child – Six Everything went into slow motion. In a daze, he watched as his grandmother slipped away, waiting for an ambulance to arrive. Whatever happened after that was a blurry memory. It was a long time before Teddy stopped grieving for his grandmother, and he never forgot those strange words she had whispered at the breakfast table. “It was the Devil.” He couldn’t explain the guilt he felt about her death, either. The doctors said Grandy had died from a massive stroke, but Teddy wasn’t sure. He’d heard that evil voice, and if Grandy said it was the Devil, then it surely was. So what did the Devil want, then? Grandy told him not to worry, that she and God would protect him, but from what? Was that why his grandmother died, to protect him? Nothing he learned later in his spiritualist training was able to explain that event, so it remained a distant memory kept tender by his haunting, faceless guilt.

 

Seven Four angels to my bed, Tour angels round my head, One to watch, and one to pray, And two to bear my soul away. Thomas Ady For several years after Grandy’s death, Ted lived a generally normal, happy life, adapted to his time and place. Small-town Alabama in the 1950s was a narrow world in many ways. Its people professed conservative religious and political beliefs, even if they didn’t always practice them, and their expectations in life were modest and provincial. Things seldom changed, and that suited everyone just fine, including Ted. After all, he was popular in school, with plenty of friends, and very involved in extracurricular activities. His high-school years should have sailed along smoothly and predictably. But Ted wasn’t destined for the life of a typical teenager. Someone or something else-whether divine or demented, Ted debated years later-had other plans. In the middle of his fourteenth year, the agents of this unknown force decided to pay him a visit. They came in the night, like thieves, and stole away Ted’s tranquility. He thought they were angels. When he awoke in bed that night, the first thing Ted saw was a soft glow of bluish-green light pervading the room. Then he watched in pure disbelief as two small beings simply appeared through the wall and stood facing him. They looked like immature human forms dressed in flowing robes of blue and green, and their heads were covered by hoods or turbans. Ted tried to see their faces clearly, but it was as if they had no facial features, almost as if were translucent. He was transfixed, unable to move, until the two beings came to either side of the bed. Then he found himself floating between them as they maneuvered him right through the wall and out into the dark night. Gliding above the ground, they continued down the street and stopped at the deserted schoolyard half a block away. By this time, Ted was able to look around a bit, and off in the distance he saw two more angels moving toward him, with a young girl between them. It was his neighbor and schoolmate, Jill, and she looked as frozen and bewildered as he did. The angels positioned the two young people face to face, and one angel stepped between them. It placed its hand over Ted’s chest for a moment and then moved it to the space over Jill’s heart. A strange voice sounded in Ted’s head: “We have merged your souls.” Ted didn’t understand what this meant, as if his mind was unable to function, so he just nodded mutely. Suddenly, a brilliant light flared up around them on every side, blinding him. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his bed, shivering. And for the rest of the night he lay awake thinking about the strange event and the hooded angels. Nothing about the experience made any sense. Not, that is, until the next day. At school, the moment Ted saw Jill he felt a rush of emotion as strong as a physical jolt. Yesterday he wouldn’t have given her a second thought, but today he adored her. Totally, completely, and painfully. The scene with the angels came back to him, and he knew that somehow he and Jill had been marked for each other, destined to be together. Their love was designed and created by a heavenly source, he realized, and surely Jill must know it, too. But she walked on past him without a word. And although Ted immediately thereafter put all his energy into pursuing her, Jill just didn’t seem to care about his burning love. Ted was crushed. He lost interest in outside activities, ignored his schoolwork, and withdrew from his friends. Yet driven, all through junior high and high school, Ted tried his best to draw Jill to him. He carried her books after class, sat beside her in study hall, dogged her from a wistful distance, but all she ever gave him in return was casual friendship. Through those adolescent years, Ted ached for her. He watched her with other boys, flirting and dating as all the other girls did, and still he loved her. Once in desperation, Ted tried to get Jill to talk about that night in the schoolyard. “Don’t you remember?” he asked. “How the angels put our souls together? For heaven’s sake, Jill, how could you ever forget it?” “Stop it,” she said, “don’t talk about such crazy things. That’s too weird.” “But what was it all about?” he pressed. “What did the angels do to us? I can’t believe you don’t feel the same way they made me feel about you. They merged our souls!” His look pleaded with her for some sign of understanding, but all he felt back was her growing discomfort and anger, even a hint of fear. “I mean it, Teddy,” she warned, “you better quit talking about that. I don’t want to hear it. Just leave me alone.” Bewildered by her denial, Ted backed away at last. Mere friendship wasn’t what he wanted, so he withdrew. But in their senior year, when Jill broke up with her boyfriend, she sought Ted out again, and this time he relented. They even dated sporadically, but without the least hint of romance. Once he resigned himself to being only friends, a different kind of closeness steadily grew. He took no chances, never again mentioned the night with the angels, and tried to feel satisfied that Jill now trusted and relied on him as her confidant. From time to time he thought about the merging of their souls, wondering why the magic of the angels hadn’t worked with Jill. His high school years passed in this way, and no one was aware of Ted’s loneliness. Outwardly, Ted was jovial and content, no different from the other students. But his nights, his dreams, set him apart. One recurrent dream always seemed compelling, even portentous. The first time it came to him was shortly after the angels took him to the schoolyard, and it recurred three or four times a year after that. The dream always seemed the same. Ted found himself floating up gently from his bed and through the ceiling. Traveling at a great speed, he passed through lights, momentary streaks of brilliant color, and then he was looking down on a sagebrush desert area, with snowy mountains in the distance. Below, an old Grayhound-type bus, inexplicably painted yellow, moved along a small road. Ted felt himself drop through the roof of the bus into a seat about halfway back from the driver. Several other people were on the bus, too, but they ignored him. The bus drove north toward the mountains for a while, and then it suddenly hesitated and came to a stop on the pavement, as if waiting for something. Curious, Ted walked up to the front and peered through the windshield. Ahead he could see cowboys on horseback, herding hundreds of sheep across the road. He walked back to his seat, and as the heat inside the bus had increased, he opened the window. A small chuckwagon rolled by, and Ted heard a strange language spoken by its passengers. Finally, the last of the sheep cleared the road, and once again the bus started north. The land was beautiful. Ted saw a crystal-clear creek not far from the road, where a few men were fishing, and the mountains grew larger and more magnificent as the bus traveled on. Then the road curved around into a beautiful bowlshaped valley, ringed by the snowy mountains. To Ted, the place looked like paradise, an earthly scene of heaven, a land of pure wonder. The bus passed by several grand buildings that reminded him of Swiss chalets he’d seen in pictures, and then it came to a stop beside the largest building in the valley. It looked to be made of rough redwood. Ted got off the bus, walked straight to the side of the building, and then inexplicably reached out to scratch his fingernail across the surface, feeling a sense of surprise. The dreamscape changed, and Ted saw himself wearing some sort of uniform. A middle-aged man was talking to him, but Ted couldn’t make out the words. There was a woman with light brown hair nearby, dressed in a maid’s outfit, and he also saw a chubby, smiling woman sitting behind a cashier’s desk. He was in a small room cluttered with trays, and beyond that was a huge dining area filled with guests. A band played dance music in the background, and through the window Ted could see a frozen rink where skaters wove smoothly among one another on the ice. That’s where the dream always ended. What it meant, Ted didn’t know, but each time it returned the details were identical. He treasured those dreams that were such a beautiful part of his private world, throughout high school and into his first year of college. He didn’t have Jill, but at least he had the magnificent valley, if only in his dreams. After high school, Ted enrolled at the University of Alabama. Jill decided upon another college, but they maintained their friendship with frequent letters and phone calls. His heart still responded only to her, so that at a time when most young men would be dating a number of girls, Ted had no interest in campus romance. Besides, he was rather in awe of those sophisticated students with whom he attended classes. They all seemed to have done so much more, traveled to different places, to have lived more exciting lives than he had. All he’d really ever known were the farms and small towns of backwoods Alabama. He had never been taught to question his life or his place in the world. People planted their crops, worked at their jobs, tended their families, and went to church on Sundays, and that was the meaning of existence. But college life exposed Ted to other possibilities. Students from bigger towns like Tuscaloosa and Birmingham knew a lot more than Ted, and he became curious to know more himself. Whatever strange events that had occurred in his past were forgotten in the dazzle of his present new world, and he felt the first stirrings of an exploring mind. He wanted to discover a greater universe than that which he’d known on the farm. Toward the end of his second year, some of Ted’s friends began to talk about their summer plans, and he realized that like most of them, he, too, needed help to pay for schooling. That meant finding a job, something he had never had to think about before. His roommate told him about the fun he’d had working at a resort, and the idea caught Ted’s imagination.

The Child – Seven

That spring, then, Ted went to the student placement office on campus to meet with a counselor. He sat in the waiting room, listening for his name to be called, and thumbed through magazines. As he scanned the pages disinterestedly, an advertisement grabbed his attention. It was a picture of a mountainous area, with ponds for ice skaters and snowcovered slopes upon which glamorous people skied. “Come to Sun Valley, Idaho, for the vacation of a lifetime,” the caption read. Ted was mesmerized by the scene. He decided that Sun Valley was the resort for him, and when he was ushered into the counselor’s office, he laid the magazine down before her and announced his desire to work there. “You and every other kid in America,” she replied. “I’ve been in this office for years, Ted, and we’ve tried many, many times to get summer jobs in Sun Valley for our students, but we’ve never succeeded. Never.” “But I really want to work there,” Ted insisted. “Surely there’s some way you can help.” She shook her head. “That’s where the rich people take their vacations, and lots of celebrities have homes there. The wealthiest people use their connections to get jobs for their own children, that’s how exclusive the place is. Once we persuaded a congressman to pull some strings for us, but he failed, too.” Watching Ted’s face fall in disappointment, the counselor tried to be realistic yet encouraging. “It’s a waste of time, Ted,” she said gently. “Let’s focus on what we can do, not on the impossible. I have several places you might be interested in, though. Any one of them would be fun.” She took out a folder and leafed through job listings, showing Ted a variety of resorts and vacation ranches in the south. And she gave him application forms, telling him to fill them out and return them to her for mailing the following week. Ted dutifully filled out the forms. When he went back a few days later to turn them in, however, he was still thinking of the beautiful place he had seen in the ad. That photo had captured his heart, and he couldn’t give up on it.

“I know you don’t want to do this,” he told the counselor wistfully, “but I’d really appreciate it if we could send a letter out to Sun Valley anyway, just for the heck of it.” The counselor sighed and then shrugged. “If it will make you feel better, we will,” she finally replied. “But don’t be too disappointed, Ted. I’ve already explained the situation to you.” “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded. “Now, you probably won’t hear anything back from these resorts for a couple of weeks. And if nothing comes through on the first try, I’ll make a phone call for you to one place where I do have a good connection, a ranch in Georgia.” She smiled as Ted turned to leave. “We’ll get something for you by summer, I assure you.” The semester was drawing to a close, and after mailing out his applications, Ted had to concentrate on preparations for final exams. It was a time of anxiety as students hurried through their tests and began packing up to leave for the summer. Ted watched this activity enviously, for unlike the others he didn’t have anywhere to go. His family had recently moved into Tuscaloosa, so Ted lived at home while going to classes. Without a summer job elsewhere, he’d have to spend those months there, too. One day after finishing a final exam, Ted came home and was greeted at the door by his mother. She handed him a telegram, and Ted ripped it open curiously. As he read the words, his eyes grew wide, and then he broke out in a huge grin. “Your application to Sun Valley accepted,” he read aloud. “Notify of day you can start, no later than June 1.” There was a name at the bottom and a phone number he was advised to contact. Wonderful forces seemed to be at work in his world, he felt, for his impossible wish had been granted. The beautiful picture in the ad flashed into his mind, and he imagined himself as one of the skiers flying down those snowy slopes. He’d never skied before, but so what? The world was a miraculous place, after all, and there was nothing he couldn’t do. Ted immediately dialed the number in the telegram and reached a railroad office. The railroad owned the Sun Valley resort, he found out, and they would arrange his transportation there at no cost. “Let me know what day you can leave,” the manager told him, “and the nearest train station.” ‘That would be Birmingham,” Ted replied. “Fine. When you get everything set, call me and I’ll have a rail pass waiting for you.” Ted hung up the phone in a daze. The rest of the day, he was so excited that he couldn’t concentrate on anything studying was out of the question-and he almost failed the next exam. As soon as there was a break in his schedule, Ted took the telegram and rushed to the placement office. “Look!” he announced joyously, waving the telegram in the counselor’s face. “I did it! They gave me the job!” He could hardly contain himself as the dumbfounded counselor read the precious piece of paper, wondering who this young man might be and what made him able to achieve the impossible. In spite of his exuberance, though, Ted had no real grasp of how unusual this job offer was. He thought only of all the plans he had to make. After completing the last exam, Ted packed a few of his belongings and went to Birmingham, picked up his pass, and began the two-day journey to Idaho. It might as well have been the moon, his parents feared, apprehensive about the great distance that would separate them from their son. But Ted was looking forward, not back at what he was leaving behind. He was too naive to imagine what a very different person he would be the next time he saw his parents. The long train ride was never boring to Ted, as he watched the familiar countryside pass away. Gone were the pine forests and hot rural farms, replaced by vistas that widened and flattened out across the great plains to the west. Then these, too, were transformed when the majestic Rocky Mountains emerged, looming far ahead. He watched, enraptured, letting the train carry his body forward and upward, into forested altitudes as his spirit soared even higher. His old reality seemed to fade away until Ted felt as if he were in some waking dream. And when two thousand miles lay behind him, separating him from his past, the train pulled into Shoshone, Idaho, and Ted stepped down into a new world. The station manager gave him directions to a bus station, explaining that the rest of the trip to Sun Valley would be by road. Ted walked through the small, sparse town, so foreign to his experience, and tried to absorb every new detail. The landscape had a different color, the people on the streets dressed in ways Ted had never seen before, even the air smelled new and strange, and he relished it all. He was proud of himself, impressed by his own audacity and adventure in taking on such a great unknown. A couple of hours later, the bus arrived at the station, and Ted froze in place as he watched the huge, yellow Grayhound-type vehicle pull into the loading zone. “No,” he told himself, “it can’t be,” and he shook off the eerie feeling that had begun to move up his spine. He loaded his luggage on board, and the old bus lurched off northward. Ted could see snowy mountains ahead in the distance, like beacons. As the journey continued, he settled back for the ride, and that was when he noticed his position, halfway back from the driver. Looking around, he saw that the few other passengers were absorbed in their own thoughts, paying him no attention. Ted felt strange, almost disoriented, as the entire scene set up an echo in his mind. And then the bus braked and pulled to a slow stop. He sat there a moment, fighting a growing sense of apprehension, until he glanced out the window and saw that the road ahead was filled with sheep. Hundreds of them, herded by cowboys on horseback. He couldn’t make a sound, he could hardly breathe, and when a small chuckwagon rolled by, Ted actually felt faint. Through the open window, he heard the strange language of the cowboys, unknown words he’d heard so many times before. “What are they saying?” he whispered to another passenger. “Why are they talking so funny?” “They’re Basques, from Spain,” the person replied. “They herd sheep all over this region.” The sheep traversed the road, and the bus resumed its journey. Off to the side ran a sparkling stream, where fishermen cast their lines in mute concentration, and Ted watched them in stunned silence. The road curved around the base of the snowy mountains and then opened up into the beautiful bowl-shaped valley that Ted knew would be there. He was no longer apprehensive, but the amazement that gripped him was thrilling. Scattered throughout the valley were elegant buildings that might have been transported there from the Swiss Alps, and small lakes dotted the landscape, sending up glittering reflections of the mountains ringing the valley. The bus stopped in front of the largest building, a huge structure faced in rough redwood. When he stepped down from the bus, Ted was moving under some other volition than his own. His luggage forgotten, he walked directly to the nearest wall of the Lodge, reached out his hand, and scratched a fingernail against it. The redwood was an illusion, he discovered in surprise, chipping away the paint to reveal the cement reality beneath it. Very clearly, Ted should have learned that appearance was not always what it seemed, but he was too shocked to take note of the lesson. Playing out the well-rehearsed scenario, Ted was propelled forward, to the personnel office, where the manager handed him a key to the employee dorm. The next stop was at the Lodge office to get his assignment as a busboy in the room-service division, and Ted stared at the uniform he was given, remembering how often he had seen it before. Whatever happened after that, his unpacking in the dorm room and falling asleep immediately upon hitting the bed, Ted could never remember clearly. But the next morning when he went to report for his first day on the job, he almost fell over in surprise as a middle-aged man greeted him and took him around to meet the other employees. There was the brunette waitress in her familiar Lodge uniform, there was the chubby, jovial cashier behind her well-known desk. He turned and looked into the great dining room where guests chatted, spotting the bandstand in the background. And then he was guided by Bert, his new boss, back into the work area, filled with empty trays. A thought, so distant as to be almost imperceptible, whispered in his mind.

See and believe. You are watched over. You are special. You are ours. It is we who have given this to you. We will give you more.

He didn’t really know if he had heard these words or imagined them, but Ted did feel special. He wondered who had brought him all those dreams about this valley. Whom could he thank? No matter where he turned, Ted couldn’t escape from the dream that was unfolding, in every last detail, all around him. And he didn’t want to escape. His paradise valley was real, and Ted found himself welcomed into a literal heaven on earth at last.

 

The Child – Eight

Eight I had a dream which was not all a dream. Lord Byron There are moments in life when everything changes. We turn a corner, make a choice, and the path we were on is left behind forever. In Ted’s life, that moment came when he arrived in Sun Valley. For years he’d been shown a dream in which every detail of this moment was clear, but he had no idea of its importance. And he never realized that some force was at work, shaping his life for unknown purposes. When unusual things had occurred before, Ted simply dismissed them from his mind, for there was no larger context into which they fit or made sense. He had even come to think that his meeting with the angels who merged his soul with Jill’s must have been merely a dream. For Jill, after all, hadn’t responded with transformed emotions as he had. But now, watching his recurrent dream emerge into living reality in Sun Valley, Ted felt his understanding of the world shaking. What was it, he kept wondering, that had shown him those dreams? What had brought him here to this place and given him the position that so many others before him had tried and failed to obtain? That initial wonderment soon passed, however, as the dazzling surroundings and fast pace of life in Sun Valley bewitched him. It was nothing like the life he had back in Alabama. He was on his own for the very first time, a young man easily accepted by the other employees, making friends from all over the country and rubbing elbows with people of importance and fame. How could he not be impressed by it all? Out on the rink he watched Peggy Fleming skate, and in the Lodge he served such celebrities as Andy Williams, Ann Southern, and Lucille Ball. He got to know the Hemingway family, whose home in Ketchum made them frequent visitors to the valley. And he was even called upon to baby-sit with the children of the famous guests, such as Janet Leigh’s young daughter, Jamie Lee Curtis. He was also surrounded by another wonderful attraction, the overwhelming beauty of the place. Ted spent much of his summer wandering through the mountains, exploring the nature trails that led far from the valley into a world of wild majesty and tranquil isolation. The little cottonpatch kid who had once chased rabbits in the fields now roamed through mountain meadows with a renewed appreciation of the great creative force of the universe. Sometimes as he lay back to rest from the climbing, Ted gazed down upon the valley below and felt that he was peering into paradise. The summer passed by swiftly and happily. Ted’s job at the Lodge was so enjoyable that he almost felt guilty to be paid for it. His coworkers were friendly and stimulating, and among them Ted was rather special, with his unique southern drawl and infectious good humor. Every day was so filled with excitement and fun that he didn’t think about tomorrow, until at last the summer season began to draw to a close. One day in August, Ted’s boss Bert called him over to discuss plans for organizing the winter-season crew. He needed to know who would be available after the month-long shutdown before the Lodge reopened in October. Ted suddenly realized that his stay in paradise was about to end, and for the first time since arriving he had to think about going back to Alabama and the university. Every time he thought about boarding the train and heading south, he felt sick. His whole being resisted the idea, and finally he sat down to write a letter home, informing his family that he would not be coming back. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, he explained, where he could take advantage of free skiing privileges, flying down the winter slopes with movie stars and moguls. He had new friends from all over the world, he told them, and besides, the university would always be there. Nothing would make him leave, he insisted, at least not yet. Ted also wrote to Jill, for the first time since arriving in Sun Valley, and let her know of his plans. She replied immediately, berating Ted for not contacting her sooner with such great news. “If I had known you were taking this job,” she wrote, “I would have come out to Idaho with you for the summer.” Surprised by this enthusiasm, Ted wrote again, explaining how quickly the job offer had come, that he simply hadn’t had time to inform her. He said he missed her, that he cared about her as much as ever. And he pointed out how little they’d actually seen each other anyway, with the distance between the two universities they attended. Ted thought it odd that Jill would have wanted to accompany him to Idaho, since there had never been any romance between them, but he didn’t dwell on her letter. Instead, he looked forward to the break between seasons in which he could travel a bit and see even more of the country. All thoughts of Alabama were forgotten. A few days before his vacation started, however, there was a knock at Ted’s door. He opened it and saw Jill standing there with a smile and a suitcase. “Hi,” she said, giving him a quick hug, “I missed you. I’ve got a couple of weeks before school starts, and everything you wrote about this place just sounded fantastic, so I wanted to see it for myself. Aren’t you glad I’m here, Teddy?” “Well, sure,” he replied, once the shock of the moment passed. “But why didn’t you let me know you were coming?” “I wanted to surprise you!” she laughed. “You’re going to have a break soon, aren’t you? We can have a great time before I go back home.” She hugged him again, and Ted felt a renewal of familiar feelings of love for her. “Yeah,” he said, “we can have a wonderful time, Jill.” Ted took her on a tour of the valley, proudly introducing her to his friends, flattered that she had come so far just to be with him. He showed her around as if he owned the place.

Everyone seemed to like Jill immediately. Even Bert warmed to her after a few minutes, going so far as to offer her a waitressing job if she wanted to stay on for the winter. Ted laughed at the prospect, but Jill’s prompt acceptance of the offer caught him by surprise. “What about school?” he sputtered, “and what will your family say, for heaven’s sake?” “I don’t care what they think,” Jill said. “If you can stay out here and forget about college for a while, so can I. You’re my best friend, Ted, and we’ll have a great time together.” Ted didn’t argue any more. With Jill in Sun Valley, his paradise would be perfect. The love he had felt for her since he was fourteen had never died. And when the Lodge closed down for September, Ted and Jill set off to explore the world. They traveled west through Utah, Oregon, and Washington, places they never dreamed they would see. All the restraints of their past were broken, the world was new and unlimited, and they were answerable to nobody but themselves. Somewhere along their journey, Ted and Jill crossed another boundary, moving from friends to lovers. It seemed to Ted there was nothing more he could ask from life, and he thanked the angels who had destined them for one another. They drank in everything, the new sights, new cities, and their new relationship. When the vacation ended, they rode back to Sun Valley, exhausted but exhilarated, to prepare for the winter season. It was a non-stop round of fun, punctuated only by easy stints on the job. Many of Ted’s summer friends had stayed on for the winter, and there were other new employees to meet. Camaraderie was high as they all trooped into town after work, to dance and drink and party in the local bars with the energy of youth. Jill especially loved the night life, and although she and Ted had never been exposed to such freedom, or perhaps because of that, she grabbed it recklessly. The quiet, proper young girl Ted had loved in Alabama transformed into an outgoing woman full of zest, who could drink and dance until the bar closed down. Ted’s stamina, however, soon reached its limit. At first he The Child-Eight partied and drank with sheer exhilaration, but coming home drunk every night, grabbing a few hours’ sleep in his room and then trying to work his shift with a hangover soon diminished his enthusiasm. He was young and healthy, but keeping up with Jill, he came to realize, could kill a horse. The next night when Jill came to get him for their usual trip into town, Ted suggested they stay home instead and get a little rest for a change. “But I’m not tired,” she laughed. “Come on, everybody’s already down there. Let’s go.” “No, really, not tonight,” he shook his head. ‘They won’t miss us this once.” “Well, I’ll miss them!” Jill said with a hint of anger. “What do you want to do around here, anyway? Read?” “Yeah, maybe I will,” he replied. “But you go on if you like, with everybody else, and maybe I’ll see you later.” He could tell Jill was determined to party, and just because he wasn’t didn’t mean that she shouldn’t have some fun. “Fine,” Jill said flippantly. “Enjoy your book, Ted.” Then she was out the door and gone without a backward look. He felt guilty for a moment. Jill was young and free, determined to make up for all the years she’d spent being serious and responsible and good. If she wanted to overindulge a little, Ted told himself, well, then, why not? He understood, or at least he thought he did. But he was more mature himself, an old hand at this fastlane living, with four whole months of freedom under his belt. He was a veteran now of making life-changing decisions, and when he had opted to drop out of college, Ted had begun to see other possibilities for the future. As he watched the daily operations of the Lodge, he was surprised to find that the business side of things actually interested him. While in college, his studies had no particular direction, and career decisions seemed far in the distance. Observing an enterprise like Sun Valley Lodge from the inside was an eye-opener. He had always had a good head for numbers, and he soon realized that such a skill could be made to pay. The financial and practical side of business was easy for him to grasp. It seemed a good idea to find out all he The Child – Eight could about it, so Ted began to study. He was over twenty years old, and it was time to think about his future. Someone had given him a book, THE PETER PRINCIPLE, by Laurence J. Peter, and that night he read the first few pages with rapt attention. A knock at the door sometime later surprised him, and Ted glanced up. The clock said it was much later than he thought. The door opened, and Jill walked in, a bit wobbly. “Hey, Ted,” she said, “you really missed the fun tonight.” She plopped down on the bed and reeled backward, laughing as Ted reached out to catch her. “Yeah, and you’re going to hurt tomorrow,” he replied. “I’m putting you to bed before you fall down and break something. Come on, hold on to me.” He got her to her feet and started down the hall to the women’s wing, but Jill was difficult to control in her inebriated condition. “Wish you had been there,” she said, bouncing against him playfully. “I woulda had lots more fun with you.” “If you had had any more fun,” he told her, “you’d be crawling, Jill.” They squeezed through the doorway into her room, and Ted helped her lie down in the dark. She tried to say something as he pulled a blanket up over her, but then she rolled over and passed out. The next night, Ted went with Jill to the bar, and this time he made a point to notice just how much she drank. When she ordered the fourth one, he suggested than maybe she had had enough, but Jill ignored him. By the time she finished off her fifth, Ted couldn’t get her to sit down. She wanted to dance, and if Ted wouldn’t do it, there were plenty of others who would. “No,” he insisted. “Let’s go home now. You’ve worn me out.” Jill pulled away defiantly. “Forget it,” she said. “You’re not any fun. What’s wrong with you?” “I can’t do this any more,” he replied in exasperation. “I’ve had enough, and I’m leaving. If you want to come with me, you better get your things now.”

The Child – Eight He turned to go, but Jill didn’t budge. Ted hesitated only a moment and then walked out the door alone. Snow had started to fall, but he hardly noticed. The chill he felt was somewhere in his heart. His hand went up to his chest, and for a brief moment he thought of the angel’s touch there. The Jill he had been made to love was not the girl he’d just left in the bar, After work the next evening, Ted wondered if Jill would come down and ask him to go out. By nine p.m. when she hadn’t appeared, his curiosity won out, and he went to the women’s wing. Jill’s room was empty. It was much later when she finally showed up at his door, slightly inebriated, and made a conciliatory gesture. Nothing more was said after that, but they both knew the old routine had changed. Jill went to the bar most nights by herself or with some of the others; Ted stayed home; and then Jill would pop in for a quick good-night when she returned. During the day, their relationship seemed the same, though, and Ted hoped the crisis was over. One night when he had nothing in particular to do, he decided to go down to the bar and surprise her. He trudged through the cold night into town, and by the time he reached the bar he was ready for a warming drink and maybe a workout on the dance floor. He moved from table to table, looking for Jill without any luck. Finally one of his coworkers waved him over, and Ted sat down. “It’s been a while since you were out here,” his friend remarked. “Let me pay for that one, okay?” he offered as Ted ordered a beer, his usual indulgence, from the waitress. “Thanks,” Ted said. “You haven’t seen Jill, have you?” “Nope, not tonight,” the friend replied. “Thought maybe the two of you were having a private party.” Ted laughed and shook his head. Everyone knew that he and Jill were a couple, but since she’d been coming to the bar alone, their intimate late-night romancing had waned. That’s why he was there now, hoping to share Jill’s fun and then return to the dorm together. Really together, for the first time in weeks.

The Child – Eight He had a couple of beers and waited for an hour or more, watching for her. But at last it was obvious that Jill was elsewhere, so reluctantly he walked back to the Lodge alone. It was almost one a.m. by the time he arrived. Before going to his own room, Ted stopped by Jill’s and started to knock. The muffled sound of voices inside made him hesitate a moment, but he tapped lightly and pushed the door open. In the dim light, the first thing he saw was his roommate, Gary, sitting on the couch with his arm around someone. Jill. They were kissing, but when the door opened they both looked up in surprise. Jill started after him as Ted backed slowly out of the room, but the look on his face warned her not to follow. Thirty minutes later, Ted was back in town, at the first liquor store he saw. Then he went on, to a small hotel, checked in, and proceeded to empty the bottle he had bought. He couldn’t quit crying, and the alcohol didn’t stop his pain, but at last he passed out on the bed. Two days later when he finally returned to the Lodge, Bert was alarmed and angry. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded. “You missed your shift yesterday, and you don’t look like you can work today, either. That’s not like you, Ted, to be so irresponsible.” “I’m sorry,” Ted said miserably. “You know I’m always on time, Bert. I’ve never let you down before. But this was personal. I had to have some time alone to think about things. Am I fired?” “No, you’re not fired,” Bert replied, and from the tone of his voice, Ted guessed that his boss must have heard something about the situation. “You’re one of my best workers, I think I can let it go this time. But make sure I know where you are before you disappear again, okay?” “Okay,” Ted nodded. “It won’t happen again. Thanks, Bert.” When his shift ended, Ted reluctantly headed for the dorm, uncertain what would happen when he confronted Gary. That was the first thing he had to get through. Dealing with Jill was more than he could think about just then. But when he got to his room, it was clear that Gary had moved out. In a way, Ted was relieved, but part of him wanted the confrontation. He had been betrayed by a good friend, and he wanted to know why. Gary wasn’t hard to find. Half an hour later they were alone together in Gary’s new room, and when Ted looked at his friend’s embarrassed expression, his anger relented. “Man, I’m really sorry. Really sorry, Ted,” Gary said. “I know that’s not much help.” “I trusted you,” Ted said. “Jill was my girl, and you were my friend. How could you do that to me?” “Listen,” Gary replied, “I never meant for this to happen. But Jill can be real persuasive. She brought a bottle down to the room, looking for you, but I was there, and she stayed a while.” “Didn’t you think about me?” Ted asked. “If you wanted a girl, there are plenty around here besides mine!” “Sure I did,” Gary argued, “I even asked Jill why she was flirting with me when she was your steady. And you know what? She just laughed and said she didn’t belong to you, that she loved you like a friend, that’s all. She said she was free do to what she wanted, and so were you.” Ted didn’t listen to any more. He walked away, determined to find Jill and hear it for himself. He couldn’t believe that her interest in Gary was serious, in spite of what he’d seen in her room. The only way he would really know was to see her face, look into her eyes, and listen to her explanation. If she had one. By the time he found her, Ted’s obsessive need for Jill was raging, and he was desperate to believe anything she said. He wanted her back, the old Jill who loved him, whose soul had been merged with his. If she said she was sorry, he knew he would forgive her. Jill didn’t look pleased to see him when he walked into her room. “What do you want?” she asked angrily. This wasn’t what Ted expected, and for a moment he couldn’t answer. “I want to know what happened,” he finally managed to say.

“What do you care?” she flared. “You’ve ignored me for weeks. All you do is work and read and wander around in the mountains by yourself. I want to live it up and have fun! And I’m going to! The guys around here know how to have a good time, even if you’ve forgotten. “I’m finally away from that small southern town, with everybody meddling in my business. My family just smothered me. For the first time in my life, I feel free and alive, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it, with or without you.” “But, Jill, what about us?” Ted pleaded. “What does this mean? How can you say this? You know we’re meant to be together.” “Look,” she said, “we grew up together, schooled together, churched together, so of course I love you, Ted. How could I not love you, you’re my best friend? And I’ve tried to love you the way you wanted. But all of this business with the angels and our souls being merged, Ted, that’s your obsession. Those were your angels, not mine!” Like a dry twig breaking underfoot, Ted felt something snap inside. He waited for the surge of pain he thought he would feel. Jill had finally and completely rejected him, but astonishingly the pain was gone. Her words, honest and brutal, had freed him, and there was nothing left of her soul in him, not any more. The obsession was over.

 

Karla Turner, Ph.D.
ISBN 0-9640899-1-2

 

Masquerade of Angels – Introduction

dissabte, 27/04/2019

Masquerade of Angels
Karla Turner, Ph.D.

with Ted Rice
Foreword by Barbara Bartholic

ISBN 0-9640899-1-2

Foreword

Midday sun through the wall of glass illuminated my office as I sat contemplating the beauty of autumn and the willow branches softly skimming the pond, laden with ducks. The harsh tone of the phone abruptly jolted me from my reverie, but the voice on the other end was the welcome sound of my colleague and confidant, Dr. Karla Turner. She began to relate details regarding a man who consciously recalled a group alien abduction encounter. Having documented a similar case in a rural area on the outskirts of Tulsa, I readily agreed to help her research the case. November third, two weeks after Dr. Turner’s initial call, Ted Rice stepped over my threshold, and secure reality as we once had both known it was never to be the same again. At first glance you sense his intelligent, warm personal demeanor. Shortly thereafter, I came to appreciate his infectious style of humor that would leave a living room audience begging for mercy during one of his numerous side-splitting comedic routines. Paradoxically, the serious side of Ted Rice reveals an extraordinary psychic, sensitive ability which allows him to peer through the veiled, darkened corridors into an alien netherworld. Yes, we asked to see the truth, knowing ‘the truth would set us free.’ Yet neither one of us was prepared for the discoveries about to be revealed. I have investigated hundreds of abduction reports through the years, documenting evidence that in most cases has been recovered only in partial, incomplete glimpses of the events. The memories of these events are consistently blurred by strata of confusing and misleading screens which prevent the abductees from discovering the actual nature of their encounters. And I have developed methods that assist abductees to penetrate these screens. (més…)

En memòria de KARLA TURNER

dijous, 25/04/2019