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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

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