The Andreasson Affair

by Raymond E. Fowler

  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?”

  CHAPTER 5

  Trip to an Alien Realm

  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.)

  Figure 24: The cylindrical room. June 19.

  Betty: And there are—there are some, like uh, glass?…uh…plastic? Clear plastic seats on the side. And there are lights that come up. And there’s—one, and two, and three, and the fourth one looks different. They’re on two sides, and there’s something in the middle and it encloses somehow with glass. The glass things are upward, or held up somehow.

  The alien beings brought Betty to sit in one of the strange chairs. They said, “Would you please be seated?”

  “What is this going to do?” Betty asked.

  “Please be seated,” he said. “We will not harm you.”

  Betty felt somehow under their control. Their polite requests created an illusion of free will, but in reality, she found that her choice always corresponded with their wishes. Her willpower seemed mesmerized by powerful influences beyond her ken. As she sat down, a transparent enclosure came down around her. (See Figure 25 on page 76.)

  Figure 25: The “cold” chair. June 19.

  Betty: I sat down in this thing and they put this glass around me, whatever—plastic? Clear plastic or clear glass.

  “You said the chair was glass or plastic,” Joseph Santangelo later asked her. “You sat in the chair. Did you touch it? Did you feel it with your hands?”

  Betty: Yeah, I was sitting in it.

  Joseph: There’s a difference in feeling between glass and plastic.

  Betty: I think it was plastic.

  Now Betty became panicky.

  Betty: I hope I can breathe in here! [Pause] There seems to be air. I feel so…[Sigh]…I feel I’m going to be knocked out from it. It feels like they are putting something cold in there. [Sigh] Oh! It feels like it is getting colder! [Deep breathing] It feels cold.

  Her deep breaths continued. Betty’s voice weakened to a whisper. “It feels very cold.… It feels like—feels like moisture is even being drawn from me.… And it’s cold. The moisture is coming right out of me.”

  Her last sentence was extremely weak, as if she were enervated. The hypnotist reacted quickly.

  Harold: You are only there as an observer. You are only there as an observer. You will now start to feel comfortable. You will feel very, very comfortable. Are you now feeling more and more comfortable?

  Betty: Yes.

  Harold: Are you?

  Betty: A little.

  Harold: Fine. Continue, please.

  Betty: Uh [weakly], they have me in this thing. It’s a glass thing. Clear plastic, or something. And [sigh] my legs feel funny from it.

  Betty felt trapped, caged, and to those of us gathered around her in the office, the anxiety in her voice was distressing. Again, the hypnotist brought her relief.

  Harold: Betty! I want you to relax for a few moments. Just relax. Make yourself very comfortable.

  Her tense body relaxed and slumped back into the comfortable contours of the reclining chair. It was a convenient time to change recording tapes. After a few minutes, she was allowed to continue the bizarre escapade. Unfortunately, even stranger things awaited Betty and her listeners.

  Harold: Please continue where you left off.

  Betty: I’m in that glass thing—that encasing chair. I’m cold. And I’ve been in there a long time.… And the door [i.e., the covering] is starting to open. The other half of it is opening. And [sigh] the—uh, they’ve come for me again.

  The entities beckoned to Betty, and in a sitting position, she floated to another of the odd-looking chairs.

  Betty: And somehow the chamber is sort of weightless, because they just beckon me and I’m lifting up! I’m sort of in a sitting-down position, but I’m lifting up. And they’re directing me over to the other side, where there are chairs similar to this. And I’m sitting down again.

  Figure 26: The “immersion” chair. June 19.

  Terror filled Betty’s heart when she was told that she was to be immersed in a liquid. The entities assured her that provision would be made to prevent her from drowning.

  Betty: They’re telling me that there are three tubes…that they are going to put liquid in here with me in it!

  Betty became hysterical. “I’ll drown if you do that!”

  “No, you won’t drown,” they said. “W
e’ve provided something for you. It is a tube—three tubes. Just keep your eyes closed, and you will be fine.”

  A translucent canopy enshrouded Betty’s body. Self-sealing tubes were connected to her mouth and nose. (See Figure 26.)

  Betty: They are closing that and sealing it. And they’ve got a tube they are inserting into my mouth and two tubes for my nostrils. [Softly] Oh, my God! And that tube goes down, into my mouth, into my nostrils, and somehow it’s sealed.

  Later, I asked Betty if she could feel air coming down those tubes into her mouth or nostrils, or both.

  Betty: Yeah, I could feel air coming out, yeah. Just as if I was living under water. You know, drawing air in and out.

  Betty cringed as liquid of a grayish color flowed onto her head and down the sides of her cheeks. She closed her eyes and grimaced as the trickle became a constant flow of inrushing liquid.

  Betty: They’re letting some gray liquid pour down on my head and into that place. And it’s—uh, I’ve got to remember to keep my eyes closed! He said to keep my eyes closed.

  Betty softly repeated the telepathic instructions being sent from the alien creatures: “‘Don’t be afraid. Keep your eyes closed. Don’t be afraid.…’ That liquid is filling up—and it’s filling up fast.… Keep my eyes closed.”

  As the watery substance filled the chair-like enclosure, Betty felt soothing vibrations pulse rhythmically through her submerged body.

  Betty: Oh-h-h-h, it’s soothing—it’s relaxing.… Oh-h-h-h, feels good.… Ah-h-h, feels good. Oh, it feels so good! It’s like a whirlpool—vibrating around. And I can breathe all right, ‘cause I’m breathing through my mouth and through my nose through those tubes.

  The tranquilizing oscillations continued. The feeling of heaviness that had attended Betty from the onset of her experience dissipated. She became one with—in perfect resonance with—the undulating fluid. Suddenly, Betty started as a telepathic voice interrupted her reverie.

  “‘Yes?’ They’re calling me and telling me that they are going to give me something to drink, and for me to swallow it.”

  Now Betty became visibly upset.

  “‘What is it? What is it?’… They said not to be alarmed. It is something I must go through and take. ‘What is it?’”

  Betty waited expectantly. Soon, she felt a thick syrup seeping into her mouth through the connecting tube.

  Betty: It is a—about a spoonful or so they are giving me through the tube, and it tastes sweet. Tastes good. Oh! This feels good! Oh, so relaxing. [Sigh] And it tastes…tasted good. It was sweet and thick, sort of like a cough syrup. And I’m just in here and that vibration is going around and around, and it feels good on me. I feel very relaxed—just like a whirlpool.

  “Did they give you this water—syrup—through the tube?” Fred Youngren later asked her.

  Betty: They gave it through the tube.

  Betty felt as if she had been transported somewhere during her immersion in the enclosed chair. She later speculated that the strange tank-like apparatus somehow shielded her body from harmful effects while en route. Her intuition was well founded: It would appear that the strange craft did carry Betty somewhere. The events that followed indicated that it again landed and linked itself to the entrance of an alien realm.

  Finally, the vibrations ceased. The gray fluid drained from the enclosure, and it opened again.

  Betty: It’s stopping—it’s stopping now, and starting to drain. And I can’t seem to open my eyes yet. I can feel it draining. And now the heaviness is coming back. My hands, and my arms, and my legs, and my feet feel heavy again.

  Somehow, the entities had control of Betty’s eye movement. They had taken safety precautions to assure that Betty would keep her eyelids closed during her immersion. Soon her eyes blinked open, and Betty was startled to see that each creature had a black hood over his head. (See Figure 27.)

  Betty: They are coming in again. This time they’ve got something dark over their faces, both of them—two of them. “My head hurts.”…They’ve got something dark over their faces like a—sort of like a hood, but not a point to it. It is just—over both of their faces.

  “The black things that were over their heads,” Joseph Santangelo reminded her. “Was it like a device that would allow them—a life support system? So they could survive?”

  Betty: It didn’t seem that way. It just seemed like a black hood over them—clothes, like a concealment.

  One of the entities stepped forward and touched something on the chair.

  Betty: The one in front leaned over a little and touched something on the seat there.… I don’t know if it was a button or something.

  Immediately Betty’s hands and arms felt lighter.

  Betty: I’m beginning to feel lighter in the hands and the arms. But my right leg and my feet are so heavy still.

  “Follow us, please,” they said. Betty struggled to get up out of the chair. Suddenly she again found some force pulling her between them.

  I later asked if she was wet when she came out of this immersion chair.

  Betty: Yes, I was.

  Joseph: How did your clothes dry?

  Betty: I don’t know.

  Joseph: They weren’t clinging to you?

  Betty: Yes, they were clinging.

  In moments, the trio were again floating above the black track. Betty sighed unhappily. They were moving in the opposite direction from which they had entered the half-cylindrical room. As they reached the other end of the chamber, a door flashed open. It opened into a tunnel.

  Betty: And we are—going through a tunnel. Looks like a dark tunnel. They have hoods over their heads. And it’s a very dark tunnel.

  During debriefing, Betty later described gliding along within the darkened tunnel: “Oh, it wasn’t a huge, huge tunnel. It was about the height of this room, maybe even a little smaller.” But the entities’ dark hoods caused a frightening illusion.

  Betty: Their suits look shiny, but because of that dark thing they have on, they look like they don’t have any heads. Look—headless. [Softly] “I wanna go back!”

  Figure 27: June 26.

  “Can you describe those black hoods?” Jules Vaillancourt asked her later.

  Betty: Just black. No shine to it. Just black cloth, because it blended right in with the tunnel so that all I saw was just the silver shining suits.

  Jules: What was the source of illumination in the tunnel? You said it was really dark.

  Betty: Their suits. The suits were the only illumination.

  The aliens’ silver suits glowed in the dark, barely illuminating their way. But the soft glow lighted the tunnel enough for Betty to see that it had been chipped out of stone.

  Betty: I can see things that are chopped out. Oh, my head feels so heavy. I’m still going in that tunnel. I’m just going with them.

  Later, Jules Vaillancourt prompted her.

  Jules: Did it seem like a tube, like the inside of a garden hose, or did it seem chipped like a coal tunnel?

  Betty: Chipped, like a coal tunnel.

  At times they passed openings from intersecting tunnels.

  Jules: How could you tell? It was so dark.

  Betty: Because of their suits. The illumination came from those suits, and we would pass other tunnels, openings. I could tell that there were other tunnels there. As we would pass, I would see, like, a darker hole.

  Jules: Did they seem… Of course, you wouldn’t be able to tell how far the tunnels went in. As you went along, could you feel any temperature change?

  Betty: No, it just was regular coolness, going through.

  Jules: How fast was the speed? Could you see any traffic? Any signs of any other beings?

  Betty: No.

  Ray: You never touched the track? You were always above the track?

  Betty: No, I couldn’t touch anything with my hands or my legs and feet because they were too—uh, heavy, or something.

  Betty wanted to go back, but found herself completely helpless.
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  Betty: Oh, my head feels heavy. [Sigh] And we’re going, now we’re going upward a little bit.

  Abruptly, the track slanted upward. Ahead loomed a shiny, mirror-like obstruction.

  Betty: And we are coming to some kind of a glass-mirror, or glass. [See Figure 28.]

  She braced herself for a collision, which never occurred. The trio passed through the silvery material without encountering any assistance.

  Betty: And they are going through it! We are going through it—through that mirror!

  Betty squinted her eyes as they passed out of the tunnel into a place where the atmosphere was a vibrating red color. “The red looked like infrared light,” she later explained. “It vibrated. It was like vibration through the air.” The entities’ silver suits reflected the shimmering color of this new environment.

  Figure 28: The tunnel. June 26.

  Betty: I’m in a place where it’s all red. The atmosphere is all red, vibrating red.… And their suits look red. Only their head-thing looks blackish red.

  Later, during debriefing, Joseph Santangelo reminded her, “You said you saw red. Was that the horizon?”

  Betty: That was after we came out of the dark tunnel. It was red all over.

  Joseph: Below you? Above you? In front of you? Behind you?

  Betty: Yeah, everything was red, except for the track that we were on. It was a dark color, like a black, but with the red hitting against it.

  The black track stretched on ahead, between two square buildings with window-like openings.

  Betty: We are going in this place, and there are buildings—square buildings with openings.

  “Could you see the structure of the buildings?” Jules Vaillancourt later asked her. “Are they similar to ours?”

  Betty: They seemed as if they’re stucco or cement.

  Joseph: Was it like a landscape, a—

  Betty: In the red part, there wasn’t. There wasn’t any vegetable life.

  Harold: Was there any foliage in the red portion?

  Betty: Nothing.

  Joseph: You were like in a red cloud?