The Andreasson Affair (10 page)

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. “We'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.