The Andreasson Affair by Raymond E. Fowler, J. Allen Hynek Read Free Book Online Page B

wondered why she had not
relived
the experience the previous session on May 7.
    â€œI didn’t experience this when we
first
went through it,” she said. “Why am I more shaky?”
    â€œBecause you went through a trauma now,” Dr. Edelstein explained. “That’s why I cut it short.”
    â€œBut
before
when it came out, it…”
    â€œBecause you weren’t reliving it,” Harold said. “It was just something you were talking about.”
    We were very appreciative of Betty’s cooperation. Recalling these strange happenings caused her much mental strain and anguish, and her conscious mind found it difficult to accommodate the weekly influx of once-forgotten terror. When she had sufficiently recovered the harrowing time in the hypnotist’s chair, we initiated a period of intense debriefing.
    Fred: At one point, you seemed to be trying to separate yourself from what was going on, trying to
stand off
to one side. Is that really what you were doing at that time?
    Betty: No. I was on the table, and they had that long, thin needle and they were going to insert it in my nose—they told me they had to do that. And I was thinking of what Dr. Edelstein also had told me. For some reason, I still have the understanding, you know, of it…I was trying to separate myself from what they were going to do.
    Joseph: This is when you were saying you were in complete control?
    Betty: Yes, I was trying that, to see if I could get away from going into that—where they were going to use the needle.
    Fred: But that didn’t help you very much.
    Betty: I
couldn’t
separate from it, because I just felt as if they had some kind of magnetic thing holding my hands.
    Harold: Feel her hands.
    Ray: (author) Cold!
    Harold: They
were
still colder than that.
    Ray: Did you see anything that was strapping you down?
    Betty: No. It just…they somehow had my hands—my legs and my hands.
    Ray: Could you move your head? Could you move anything?
    Betty: I don’t think that I could turn my head.
    Our questions continued late into the afternoon. Finally we returned to our homes, shocked and bewildered about what we had experienced that day. It would be another week before Betty was again hypnotically conveyed to the examination room of the alien craft, but it was decided that at the next session we would allow Betty to continue reliving the physical examination as a participant.
    Our Saturday hypnosis sessions had by now become quite routine. That day, however, we were so eager to get started that the customary rendezvous at a local pancake house and the drive to Harold’s offices seemed like hurdles in a race.
    Investigators tensed and recorder switches clicked as Harold Edelstein’s familiar preamble set the stage for session number nine. “This is June the 19th, 1977.…”
    Betty lay back comfortably in the plush reclining chair. Feeling that she had to know what had happened to her, she was determined to find out the truth. In a very short time, Betty was deeply under the influence of Harold’s soft but firm voice. “Deeper and deeper…let yourself go. Deeper and deeper.” Soon her body was perfectly relaxed. Her face was a picture of serenity. In several minutes, she would be spirited away to another place at another time where things had not been so peaceful.
    Fred: Betty, we would like to go back to when you were in the craft. You are in the room, and they are starting to measure you physically.
    At first, Betty started out impassively, describing what was happening from an onlooker’s vantage point.
    Betty: Yes, I’m—they have that—they have put it up inside of my head. I was feeling pain from the needle, and they put their hand on my forehead and on the top of my head, and it took some of the pain away. I don’t know why they have to do that in the firstplace. I asked them, “Why do you have to do such a thing as