Most people who witnessed the barrage of UFO appearances did not have any conscious knowledge that they’d been abducted. Their memories were erased and many of them were experiencing post traumatic abduction symptoms. At one time the aliens took more than thirty people from one Tulsa neighborhood in a group abduction. People were also being kidnapped and abducted off city streets. The area surrounding 36th and Harvard appeared to be a vortex of some kind for abducting and returning Tulsa’s citizens.
I began to feel helpless, drowning in people who wanted my attention. I felt as though I needed to be doing something for these sufferers but there was really nothing I could do other than ask questions and listen to the answers. I searched for a way to do something, something that would actually offer hope for these abductees.
Many of the people who came to the meetings came from long distances, some of them with no plan or preparation for what they would do once they were in Tulsa. I began to feel as though I had to offer food and lodging to these unfortunates. Some days I’d have as many as three or four strangers sleeping in various corners of my house. This was aside from the speakers who, if they were from out of town, were expecting to be put up and fed, sometimes for as long as three days or a week or longer.
Finally I called a halt to the meetings. I couldn’t really aid the suffering as I should and I needed to find some way into the psyches of all these people who needed me if I were going to help them. Neither could we afford to continue to offer hospitality to these hordes of people. I just couldn’t bring myself to pointblank ask for money. So I closed down the gatherings in my house and began my search for a more practical, affordable way to really help abductees.
All I can say is that I was compelled to continue my inquiries into the UFO incidents. Private research and one-on-one regression then became my focus. I felt I had to concentrate on real research into individual experiences and abductions. I signed up for a series of classes with a nationally known hypnotherapist who lived and worked in the Tulsa area, Dr. Curtis Reeves. Through his classes he gave me a tool which has allowed me to look into hundreds of UFO abduction incidents, one-on-one.
At one of my regression sessions with the hypnotherapist I was taken back to look at an early childhood scene of my own. I saw the essence of Barbara as being a light being. I saw myself coming down and entering into the four-year old girl’s body. During this regression I was given a glimpse of my true home and my true place. I realized that I had had to leave that marvelous place to come to this body to do this particular job. I came to enter the body of little Barbara Leigh Simon who would grow up to become a UFO investigator.
I came from a place where there is no duality, where there is dimension without duality. The dimension is that of perfect love. There is no ego in that place that was my home, no strife nor conflict. There was only the dimension of spirit bodies. Perhaps this was the place we humans now call Heaven?
It was very difficult for the spirit to adjust to the human body and even after all these years, I have not yet adjusted 100 percent. For instance, I could never understand how humans could hurt one another... for whatever reason.
I feel my obsession with classical music as a toddler, child and teenager, must have been my way of getting as close to my original “home” as one can be on this earth. Classical music and my work as a UFO investigator have always made me feel whole and undivided.
I suppose you could say I’m committed to my UFO research just as a religious anchorite is committed to the church. I know that for now, this is what I must do.
Chapter 15
MY OWN AND OTHER’S ABDUCTIONS AND WHAT I’VE LEARNED
In 1988 a friend of mine was also learning about hypnotic regression. She was working out a new form of regressing subjects hypnotically, as suggested by the writings of L. Ron Hubbard, and she needed a guinea pig. I thought I might learn something by observing her new technique, maybe something which could help me with my own work, so I volunteered, at her behest, to be her subject. (Neither of us are Scientologists, merely interested in a new regression technique.)
During our sessions, sessions witnessed by two other close friends, she first had me go back to the most painful experience of my life. My subconscious chose to go back to my seventeenth year, the year I had had a severe kidney stone attack, not consciously remembering nor obsessing on that pain but making the choice under her hypnotic suggestion. Her new method involved repeating the same time period of hypnotic regression over and over in order to draw out the secret truths and the better to illuminate real, but deeply hidden, details. Sometimes having only one regression session will leave many questions unanswered, or leave many details blurred or unclear. She wanted to try the new method on me so she regressed me several times. Each time we went over the same ground. With each repeat of the experience I remembered more. On my last trip through the time regression I asked, “I’ve always wondered why so many abductees have kidney problems?”
Suddenly, as I spoke the words I found myself in a stagnant smelling, fog-filled room. I was on a metal table surrounded by four horrible gray android beings about five feet tall. They betrayed no emotion. I realized that they could not be reached emotionally because they were machines. They wore some sort of coverall type clothing and they seemed to be there merely to carry out commands. The grays apparently have minimal intelligence, and can be considered to be just soulless biological machines.
I can’t tell you the horror in my mind when I realized I was, or had been, the helpless victim of those awful creatures.
They rolled me onto my right side. One held a wand about the length of a pencil and about three-quarters of an inch in diameter in his hand. He pushed the wand into my left kidney. I could feel the wand as it was pushed in. I was in pain, my body hot, nausea rose in my throat. I was sobbing. I was young, big and strong and I was terribly agitated, yet there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent the invasion of my body with that foreign object. I tried. I tried desperately to move away from that tube. My writhing didn’t impress them whatsoever. They didn’t care what I said or did, I was not to be allowed to escape their ministrations.
I knew they were just machines. What do machines care? You can cry all you want to a machine and it makes absolutely not bit of difference to a machine’s appointed task. They just don’t care. They were only intent upon carrying out the job at hand. Machines have no conscience.
The regression to my seventeenth year moved on to the next morning where I wakened at home. (I learned all this during the regression sessions with my friend. I had never had any idea about the aliens being the cause of my suffering when I was seventeen. I only remembered that I had been in a world of pain that year.) I’d awakened in anguish, with a searing, unbearable pain, unable to go to school that day. The whole left side of my body was paralyzed. My parents had me rushed to the St. John’s Hospital’s Emergency Room. I spent the next five days in the hospital.
I was changed forever when I resurfaced from that last regression session with my friend. That experience truly shattered my conception of reality once and for all. There are really no words to define that experience. In all the time that has passed since my seventeenth year, I had never dreamed that I had had such an experience other than the experiencing of the kidney stone itself. My friend’s repeated experimental regressions worked only too well. Her skill allowed revelations within my consciousness which were almost too much for me to bear.
The whole experience of being regressed made me able to lock into my own clients’ reality. No longer was I separated from their experiences since I now knew that I had had the same or similar experiences. It was then that I truly began to react in harmony with abductees who needed my help. I knew that the beings who took us for their own purposes, had total control of us during the whole time. We never have a choice in this matter. We’re toys, or perhaps small experimental animals, to them. I’d never thought I’d ever had any contact with gray aliens. The fact that I had been worked on
by “grays” while in my teens was a great shock to my adult self. Of course, I had always known that every abduction experience was somehow wiped from the abductee’s mind but I’d never before connected that “masking of experience” with my own life.
I remember that at the time of my operation, my Doctor looked puzzled as he spoke to my mother. “It’s really peculiar for a seventeen year old girl to have kidney stones.” Now, thanks to the information I had garnered through my own regression I know that “they” have an extreme interest in causing kidney stones in human beings. That is because kidney stones create the worst pain that humans can suffer. The stone passing through the urethra brings PAIN, multiplied infinitesimally. The alien people who control the gray androids love that pain.
I’ve learned from the hundreds of abductees whom I’ve dealt with, that the androids who had worked on me were created from fetuses taken from abductees. They (the androids) do the menial work for the aliens and they function as biological machines, more or less. We can’t begin to understand the levels of control but we do know that reptilian creatures control the grays.
The aliens themselves crave all our highly charged emotions, especially the two emotions of sex and pain. Of the two, pain is their favorite emotion. Our pain frequencies feed them something they need, so they wish to be assured of the continuing availability of a tremendous amount of human pain.
I know this much. I don’t ever want to see aliens again… not even within a hypnotic regression.
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I feel I can’t use names when talking of cases I’ve handled. Most of the names that I do use as we go on, will be pseudonyms to protect the confidentiality which I always promise my clients.
One case I took on in those early days, 1987 and 1988, dealt with two girls, young woman really, who were swept up in that UFO vortex in the area of 36th Street and Harvard Avenue in Tulsa. When they were returned to that area one evening they simply had no idea what had happened to them since their memories had been totally screened.
After their return from the UFO to a residential area near 36th and Harvard in Tulsa, they drove to their house. One of the girls, Evelyn, began to wash her hands. She continued to do so over and over. The other, Nina, had an extreme allergy attack. They talked over their confusion and agreed that when they talked to each other they each sounded tinny and faraway. They sounded strange to themselves as well as to each other.
Evelyn displayed a three inch long red rectangular mark on her legs. She was very upset, extremely anxious, but could not say why. She just knew she felt dirty. (This is a classic female reaction after a rape, rape therapists say.)
Nina had her own set of problems and they decided they both needed help. They didn’t really know what to do so they made an appointment with their preacher and after speaking with him, they contacted me because their preacher recommended that they do so.
I had an appointment to meet them three days after they had been “dropped off.” I awoke in a panic that day because I had such pain in my lower abdominal area. I surmised that the pain was connected somehow to the light that had appeared over my car in my own neighborhood the previous evening. When I awake in pain I generally know it has had something to do with the aliens and their antics. This was in early 1988, the time I have often called “The Alien Invasion.”
I regressed Evelyn and Nina together and separately and learned that they had been taken up, not just once, but time after time. These extraordinary events went unnoticed by the public and by the media. Most people who were having contacts during that time, had had their memories wiped clean. Many Tulsans were being abducted not only from their homes, but from their cars, from busy freeways as well as from crowded intersections and, of course, from quiet residential streets. A large number of these abductees were somehow magically drawn to contact me.
I didn’t advertise, of course, but received call after call for help, probably from more than a hundred people who had had experiences. I rarely left my house but the people continued to come to consult with me during that three-month period.
All these people had had encounters with a certain alien group. I believe these disparate people from all social and financial levels and racial and religious groups of Tulsa were all having experiences which were identical. Descriptions of instruments, procedures and of the aliens themselves were very closely allied. Many of these victims also were able to remember parts of their experiences without experiencing regression. Some could also remember people who had gone through these experiences with them when they met them at some later time in Tulsa. The recognition of fellow sufferers happened time after time during my support group sessions.
After our sessions all of them remembered being taken up singly or in groups to the UFO, not just once but several times. They could remember each other’s faces and each other’s names.
Nina, one of the two young woman who was taken from 36th and Harvard, is allowing me to use the regression materials which our sessions drew from her subconscious. She is a simple, plain, direct and intelligent person. She might have been brought up in an unsophisticated environment, perhaps on an Oklahoma farm. Her mind was uncluttered by modern society, so the information which she was given by her captors came through unadulterated by any overlays or complications. Her perceptions were extremely clear and understandable. Neither she nor her roommate, Evelyn, had ever had any interest in any occult or new age materials whatsoever. They thought such subject matter was not only boring but that people who were interested in such stuff must be slightly insane.
Nina has always worked hard and Evelyn, her roommate of one month, had a master’s degree in psychology. I believe that their meeting and their becoming partners, had actually been set up by the aliens previous to the abduction encounter.
The night of their experience the two were returning from the store after buying groceries. It was a clear, pleasant evening. At about 8:30 p.m., everything seemed normal until they reached the busy intersection at 36th and Harvard. The driver, Evelyn, saw a greenish comet in the sky above them, and the greenish glow seemed to mesmerize her. They had been waiting for the light to turn, but instead of crossing on the light as she did usually, she turned the car into a middle class residential area on a street which they had not been on before. As they drove, their car was surrounded and filled with a white light.
Evelyn said later that it was almost as if she were on automatic pilot. The whole car, inside and out was alight. At the end of that street they found themselves driving out of that residential street and heading home.
At home Evelyn discovered she had a bad rash, Nina experienced an unbearable allergy, sneezing as if she had been in an extremely dusty area. The woman with the rash felt she must wash her hands over and over. Both felt as though they were speaking from within a barrel. Both were extremely upset and they didn’t know what to do, so that was when they called the preacher at the church which they attended.
The minister mentioned my name and said he’d heard that Barbara Bartholic did hypnotherapy with people who had had UFO encounters and he suggested that they look up my name and call me, which they did. Neither wished to believe that they had had an encounter but both remembered that huge light inside and outside the car. Neither could explain why they were in that particular residential neighborhood. They both wanted to know why they were so traumatized by a white light, so they agreed to come to my office to speak to me.
I regressed them separately, taking Evelyn, the psychologist, first. We discovered that she had been being used as a baby breeder. The aliens had extracted a fetus during the time of their abduction from the residential area. She was the more maternal of the two women and had had a child of her own, who was now a preteen. She had experienced abdominal pains after the abduction.
I want to focus on the information that Nina gave since the baby breeding process has been written and talked about so many times before.
Evidently, they had been taken right from the car to some sort of
vessel. Nina was aware of being escorted down a dark corridor. She was made to look at a woman who was hanging, strapped to a metal pole the diameter and height of a telephone pole. The woman had a long, thin, very human looking face. She wore a Medusa like headdress of a winged serpent.
Nina could not repress the tears that flowed. She cried because she wanted to help the woman strapped to the pole but she couldn’t. The woman called out to Nina for help but Nina, even though she was filled with emotion, discovered that she was not able to do anything to help the bound woman.
Nina was taken on to a round, black walled, barely lighted room. She was directed to sit on the floor, a very dirty floor. She sat there for a time, lonely, frightened and quite concerned as to where her friend Evelyn might be.
She was then taken to another room where she was put on a table, still worried about the whereabouts of her roommate. She was aware of helpless terror throughout her body and mind. The gray aliens poked at her right side. She realized she was nude but had no idea as to when her clothing had been removed. They told her they were looking for a map. They then pulled up her right arm and said that was the place where the configuration of the map had been imprinted. They continued their poking, especially at her breast, all the while making fun of her, jeering at her fears, and making remarks that could only tear holes in the fabric of her self esteem.
The next thing she remembered was being put back into their car. She was overwhelmed with allergens, sneezing, coughing, and having real trouble breathing. She experienced uncontrollable fits of crying and could not explain why.
Soon afterward, Evelyn had to go out of town on business. Nina was left alone in their house except for Evelyn’s young daughter. She later reported to me that they had, during their month of living together, experienced some poltergeist activity and that she felt very uneasy that night because she was alone except for the sleeping twelve year old.
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