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hypnosis, Harold asked her, “What do you think?”
    â€œIt’s kind of unbelievable to me,” she replied.
    Later, at the June 4 session, it was decided to let Betty actually relive examination as a
participant
. We began at the point when Betty had been somehow swept off her feet into the air and slowly lowered onto the table.
    â€œWhat are you going to do, Quazgaa?” she asked.
    â€œJust want to measure you for light,” Quazgaa said.
    â€œThat’s what you are going to do? Just measure me for light?”
    â€œWe are just going to measure you for
light
.”
    Betty: And, ah, I’m lying there, and he, ah, has this thing—ah, two bars to the side, and like a fan and tulips on the end. [See Figure 20 .] And, ah—[
long sigh
] I don’t [
sigh]…He’s
waving it over me, and, ah, he says…
    â€œYou have not understood the word that you have,” Quazgaa told her. “You’ve misunderstood some places.… There are spots there from it.… You are not completely filled with the light.”
    â€œI believe I am filled with the light!” Betty strongly protested. “I believe—I believe that I’m filled with the light!”
    â€œWe will have to measure you physically,” Quazgaa replied.
    â€œYou told me that I wouldn’t have to be measured physically…that you have measured others in the past physically, but you wouldn’t have to measure me because of the light.”
    â€œBut we have to, because there are some spots there.”
    â€œIs this going to hurt?” Betty asked. “I thought that you would only measure me for light.”

    Figure 20:
May 5
.
    Betty: I feel shaky.… He’s taking an instrument and—I’m going to stand over the [
sigh
]…I’m in complete control…control. He’s taking an instrument and—ah-h-h-h!… Ow-wow!… [
Deep, fast breathing
.] Why do you have to put that up my nose—oh-h-h-h-!
    Our hearts went out to Betty, as the face of the attractive, gentle woman in the hypnotist’s chair was alternately creased with expressions of apprehension and pain. My hands gripped the notepad as I tried unsuccessfully to disassociate myself from the trauma being relived before me. In her mind’s eye, she was at that very moment held captive within a strange craft, pinned upon a rectangular metal block, and staring up in pain and raw terror at strange alien creatures, one of whom had pushed a long silver needle into her left nostril. Her deep, heavy breathing continued, her face distorted in pain.
    Betty: He’s putting that thing in my nose, and it’s going up and it’s breaking through something. “I don’t like it! Oh, and I can’t move. It’s hurting!” He has that thing up in my head. Oh-h-h-h! [
Her lips quiver
.]
    At that point, Quazgaa apparently eased Betty’s pain by placing his hand on her forehead and on the top of her head. Betty’s body relaxed noticeably. “Thank you,” she said softly.
    At this juncture, Harold interrupted Betty’s experience, feeling that she had gone through enough anxiety and pain.
    Harold: All right, I want you to open your hand. I am lifting it. You can feel me lifting it. I want you to feel the warmth of my hand entering your hand.
    A sense of relief swept through his office. We all had had enough for that day.
    Harold: You can feel yourself relax—relax…I’m going to awaken you. At the count of three, you will awaken. You will feel completely relaxed. Your arms will move. You will feel completely relaxed. You will feel completely normal.… The next time I put you into hypnosis, you will immediately go to this point and go
from
this point still further. One—you are coming out of it…feeling better and better. Two—wide awake. Three!
    Betty was allowed total recall of what had occurred under hypnosis. She was puzzled and