The Andreasson Affair (9 page)

Abruptly, in the midst of her groans, Betty slipped from a participant's role to that of an observer. As she relaxed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Betty:
I can feel them moving that thing around in my stomach or my body.… They've stopped. [
Very heavy breathing
.] And he's putting his hand on my head. [
Sigh, and heavy breathing
.] Now he's talking with them about something—something about something missing, missing…missing parts or something, I think he is saying.

Betty sometimes had difficulty interpreting the telepathic impressions the aliens generated, especially when they were not addressing her directly.

Betty:
Oh! He's pushing that again…around, feeling things.… “I don't like this!”… Feels like he's going right around my stuff inside—feeling it, or something with that needle.… Oh-h-h, boy! He's stopped again and he's going over to them again.… They're looking at me—they're saying something about some kind of test.

Betty sobbed frantically and shouted at them: “I don't want any more tests! Get this thing out of me!”

Betty:
He's coming over and he looks—he looks different. He is starting to take the thing out. Oh-h-h-h-h.… Ah-h-h-h.… [
Sigh
]

“Thank you.” Betty thanked the alien for easing her pain by laying his hand on her head.

Betty:
Oh-h-h. He's going back over, and he's talking with them about something.… They look a little bit concerned, as if they are trying to talk him into something. [
Shouts
] “I don't want any more tests!” He's coming over, and he told me I'll be all right. He is waving his hand over me. He said, “These things won't hurt you. Just lie very still—very still.”

Later at the debriefing, we asked Betty about the entities' reaction to this part of the examination.

Ray:
You said Quazgaa looked
different
when he took the needle out of your navel. How was he different?

Betty:
He looked—uh, I don't know. His face didn't appear different, but it was something he sent off that appeared as if he was worried.

Fred:
How did he look worried? What change did you see that told you that?

Betty:
I didn't see it. I don't think I saw it in the facial features. It must have been a vibration or—a sensing something.

Fred:
You mentioned also at one time that they looked a little bit concerned. That's sort of the same question.

Betty:
But their faces didn't change. You could just somehow tell.

Fred:
You're sensing it, that's what you're saying? You sensed it?

Betty:
It must be that I'm sensing it.… It's not registering on their faces.

Fred:
Okay, now, are you sensing more than Quazgaa? Are you sensing the others or only him?

Betty:
No, only Quazgaa. The others wanted to run more tests.

Fred:
No, but I'm saying, do you receive senses from
all
the beings?

Betty:
Yes.

Fred:
Can you separate which one you are getting the sense from?

Betty:
No, I can't separate. They all look alike, except that Quazgaa is bigger. And I wouldn't be able to tell [distinguish] Quazgaa either if he wasn't among the others and a little taller.

Joseph:
How did you know that the others wanted to run more tests?

Betty:
Because they were speaking to him and—uh, he was objecting. I know he was objecting, and I know that they wanted to do some other things.

Joseph:
You could
hear
a conversation between them? Or sense a communication between them?

Betty:
I don't know. There was something there that I
knew
.

Joseph:
You knew they were communicating, but you don't know how. You say they were talking to each other?

Betty:
They were talking to each other. They were talking about the—what was being done, and what they wanted to do. And I don't know the tests that they wanted to do, but I knew they wanted to do other tests.

Joseph:
Could you understand the thoughts they were
talking
to each other?

Betty:
I may have, but I don't know right now.

She found it hard to explain how the aliens had communicated with her. It seemed as if she heard their voices in her mind.

Betty's eyes darted back and forth. She was puzzled. The entities were just standing there. Nothing seemed to be happening, and yet intuitively she felt that something
was
happening. Then her eyes caught a movement from above, and she stiffened. She saw some kind of mechanism emerge from the center of the domed ceiling and slowly descend toward her paralyzed body. (See
Figure 23
.)

Betty:
…Something up in the center of the ceiling—coming down! It's like a big
eye
of some kind.… I don't know, maybe like a lens. I don't know what it is.… And it's moving down, all the way down—by my stomach! And they are bringing it real close!

Betty was visibly panic-stricken.

Betty:
I hope that thing doesn't hurt!…Oh, don't let it hurt.… [
Long pause
] It doesn't hurt, at least. [
Pause
] They are raising it up again.… And they are bringing it all the way up now.

Later, the debriefing questions turned to the lens-like device that had been lowered over her body.

Ray:
This big
eye
that came down from the ceiling—was it attached to something?

Betty:
I don't know. I couldn't see past that.

Ray:
All you could see was just the thing coming down?

Betty:
It was attached to the ceiling, yes.

Ray:
What did it look like it was made of? Compare it with something that you're familiar with.

Betty:
Plastic and glass.

Ray:
What shape was it?

Betty:
It was shaped like an eye—you know, an oval eye. But the round center piece was like a lens. I'll have to draw it. [See
Figure 23
on
page 72
.]

“See?” Quazgaa said, after the lens retracted. “That didn't hurt, did it?”

“No, but the other things did.”

“I'm very sorry,” he answered. “It needed to be done.”

“How much longer am I going to have to lie here?”

“Possibly a few more moments.” Quazgaa assured her. “Just please relax.”

Betty:
And he waved his hand over me again.… He's going over, and they're looking at something over there. I can see—one, two, three, four of them. Their heads are looking down at something—must be studying something over there.

“Oh-h-h, how long am I going to have to stay here?” Betty groaned.

Quazgaa looked back at her and told her, “We will be just a moment.”

After a few minutes, Quazgaa and his three smaller companions came over to the examining table and stood beside Betty. Quazgaa raised his hands.

Betty:
And somehow, he's waving his hands over—my hands.

“When Quazgaa waved his hand over you,” I later asked Betty, “how did you feel?”

Betty:
He did this several times. I felt more relaxed. My hands feel better. And my legs and my feet—he's waving over those. And I'm sitting up all of a sudden, and…

Betty's mind was in turmoil. She still found it hard to believe that all of this was happening to her. Quite involuntarily, her body snapped to a sitting position and began to
float
above the table!

Betty:
And I'm—like—being carried off there somehow, and carried, somehow? But nobody's touching me! It doesn't seem.… [
Sigh
] They are beside me, but seems like I'm being carried—carried over to the door.

When Betty's levitated body reached the wall where the door had been, she suddenly straightened out to a standing position between the entities.

Figure 23:
The light over the examining table. June 19
.

Betty:
And now I'm standing. One of them is in front of me again, and one in back of me. Looks like Quazgaa and two others. Three others [are] somewhere over to the side there. And the one in front of me is telling me to please follow him.

Betty left the examination area with two of the entities. Quazgaa and several companions remained behind as the door flashed open and closed.

Betty:
And we are going out the door, and we're in that same room. “What is that?” I can see something more now at that
hatch
. It comes out now, and there's like a honeycomb or something—I don't know what it is. I'm following them, and there's that place where I was under the light [i.e., the cleansing device]. They brought me back to that room where the pyramid thing points out.

Betty was returned to the dressing room.

Betty:
And the door whooshes open. He gestures again for me to get dressed, and it's kind of dim in there. And I'm reaching down and picking up my clothes and my underthings—slipping my arms out and trying to get into my underthings. “
Oh, what is this all about, Jesus?”

Betty hastily slipped into her own clothes. She felt secure in them. They provided a link with things familiar—home, family, and friends.

Betty:
I'm getting dressed, and I put the garment down on the floor. And the garment seems to—sort of stick somehow to the stuff there…stick, although it didn't feel sticky on me, but it seems like it sticks there. I'm still trying to get dressed. I wonder what they are going to put me through next.

Betty finished dressing and shouted to her captors, “I'm ready! I'm ready!”

The door whooshed open and there they were. Again the two gnomelike beings asked her to follow them. Somehow she was automatically drawn between them, and they glided forward effortlessly. Betty found herself reentering the room where the elevator tube had terminated.

The trio glided toward a wall. A door flashed open and they entered an enclosed corridor that reminded Betty of a subway tunnel. It was at this point that she noticed they were floating above something like a track!

Betty:
We are going through—like an underground corridor, all hollow—into another opening where it is light. And it's like a track we're going on, like a track. We are still walking, gliding—or something. My head feels so heavy. It feels so heavy. I can hardly hold it up.

We later asked Betty if she thought she had left the craft, because the area that she had been describing seemed too vast to have been within the UFO.

Betty:
No, it doesn't seem as if I'm in the craft.

Joseph:
How did you get out of the craft?

Betty:
It was through that long black tunnel.

Ray:
When you were going along this tunnel, were you walking with your feet?

Betty:
No. We were just skimming on this black thing.

Ray:
On it or above it?

Betty:
Just a little above it. We were skimming on this black thing. I'm just following that other one and the other one is in back of me.

Ray:
That black thing. You said it was like a track?

Betty:
Yeah, it's like a track. It wasn't like we know a track.

Ray:
How wide was it?

Betty:
About as wide as your book, right there.

I glanced down at my hard-covered clipboard. It was only 9 inches wide.

Joseph:
It wasn't any wider than that?

Betty:
No, it was narrow.

Ray:
Was it metal, or could you tell what it was made out of? Was it just one, or two, or three?

Betty:
No. Again, to me—well, it was like…plastic maybe.

Jules:
You must have been curious about where you were going. Did you ask them where you were going?

Betty:
[
Softly
] I must have asked them.

Soon Betty saw light in front of her.

Betty:
…There is more light, and it is bright—now we're in there.

The three emerged into a curiously shaped compartment like a half cylinder or Quonset hut. Four glasslike chairs lined each side of the room. The escalator-like track ran between the peculiar chairs. (See
Figure 24
.)