BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong
BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong
BARBARA: The Story of a UFO Investigator - Exopolitics Hongkong
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Barbara: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Story</strong> <strong>of</strong> a <strong>UFO</strong> <strong>Investigator</strong> 19<br />
“Well, slow down.” Mom turned back to her partially<br />
peeled potato.<br />
In the attic, I knelt on the rough floor, I clutched the<br />
doll and focused my gaze on the empty space in front <strong>of</strong> me<br />
as I’d been taught by them. I focused and concentrated on<br />
what was occupying the void between me and the sloped<br />
ceiling <strong>of</strong> the attic.<br />
“Hello,” I said.<br />
I smiled and hugged my doll as I felt myself enveloped<br />
by the secure warmth. Like something was around me but I<br />
could still see through it. Like... like a bubble, I decided,<br />
not really a bubble, what enclosed me couldn’t be seen and<br />
even though I could see clearly from inside the space but I<br />
wasn’t sure I liked the feeling.<br />
“Yes,” I answered to the unspoken but inwardly heard<br />
communication. I remember the light tickling sensation that<br />
seemed to fill my stomach. “Yes, I’d like that.”<br />
I felt myself drawn. Drawn away from the familiar<br />
muskiness <strong>of</strong> the attic. I felt drawn to the clear air <strong>of</strong><br />
glowing space. <strong>The</strong> earth seemed to fall away below me as<br />
I glanced about. I wasn’t frightened. Although I could see<br />
everything below, I was inside something, something that<br />
protected me. My pretend bubble, I thought.<br />
“Oh. My... what” I groped for words to express my<br />
wonder.<br />
<strong>The</strong> huge spheres came into my view. Suspended in the<br />
emptiness <strong>of</strong> the sky, were dull aluminum colored globes,<br />
the same color as my mother’s old saucepan. <strong>The</strong> globe<br />
closest to me, almost blocked my view <strong>of</strong> other, more<br />
distant orbs.<br />
“We store souls there.” an unseen companion’s voice<br />
echoed within my head.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y live inside” I turned and looked at the<br />
surrounding balls. Looked for windows. I really didn’t want<br />
to leave my transparent bubble for their metallic looking<br />
ball with no windows. I wanted transparent walls or