CHAPTER 4
By the time September 5, 1993 arrived, I was quite anxious to see John and bring him up to date on the different phenomena I'd been experiencing. Kevin and I drove once again to Springfield, Missouri to meet John and Ann, his assistant. Ann was now working in a new location, and her office was nestled between several professional suites. It was early in the morning, and a faint tinge of autumn coated the pale blue sky. While we waited for John to arrive, we chatted with Ann outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Some minutes later, John joined us and we entered Ann's office. My lighthearted mood dampened somewhat as I contemplated my purpose for being there. Were my father and my brother involved with alien abduction? How would I feel about the information discovered at this session?
John quickly put me at ease with small-talk, and adroitly swung the conversation toward my recent experiences. What follows are the actual contents of the pre-hypnosis conversation, followed by the transcripts of the hypnosis session:
September 5, 1993
Lynne: . . . so she said, "Why don't you see if they'll take you and me?" Her and me. And I said, "Well, since you asked for it, okay." So, anyway, she said, "Yeah, let's try that." So, I went on home, and Sunday night -- Monday morning, actually -- it was about two o'clock . . . I came awake. That was something interesting, 'cause when I came awake, you know, I came . . . it was just "bolt awake." It's not . . . there's no going into it easy; it's just wide awake.
John: Well, that's why it's called "slammed awake."
Lynne: Yeah! I can see why. 'Cause it really is. And, um . . . because of the way the bed faces, I was looking at the foot of it, toward where the window and chair are. And there was just a . . . ball of light. It was between . . . it was larger than a golfball, and maybe not quite tennis-ball sized. It was a golden white color, and it was very distinct. The light was just a little round light. It had a 3-D shape to it. Um, it was very much a golden-white.
John: Was the glow contained from within it, or coming out of it?
Lynne: It seemed to be within, because the edges of it were distinct. They didn't have a blurring effect . . .
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: . . . like a light radiation would have. It was more as if the thing were a self-contained light. When I first saw it, it was pretty close to the ceiling.
John: Okay.
Lynne: And it just very calmly floated down. It went straight down; it didn't have any kind of sideways motion. No leaf motion, or anything like that.
John: Now, if you take a line and draw it from where you saw it straight to the floor, what would be directly beneath it?
Lynne: It would have been the floor, because it was actually between the easychair and the bed. Edge of the bed and the floor. And it just kind of slowly descended on down, and I just watched it. At the time I was watching it, I was scared.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: My heart started racing and pounding, and I got dry-mouthed. And I'm lying there thinking, "Ooh," you know, since we (Karla Turner and I) had been talking about aliens checking in, and a little about implants, and sounds in the ears, and all that stuff.
John: Have you been having some?
Lynne: Well, actually I do quite often. And I don't know if it's what they talk about, or not.
John: Which ear?
Lynne: Both.
John: Both?
Lynne: Uh, huh. And not usually together. Sometimes it will be one; sometimes another. They're, um . . . tones, I guess, more than anything.
John: High, low, or medium?
Lynne: They tend to vary. Sometimes they'll start out on one pitch, and go for seconds . . .
John: Uh, huh . . .
Lynne: . . . and then the tone will either go up or down.
John: Is it steady?
Lynne: Uh, huh. Pretty much a steady tone. It's not a warble; doesn't have any kind of wave pattern to it. More of a steady tone.
John: Not like ears ringing?
Lynne: No, it's not. And it's not the "rushing" sound. It's an actual -- a pretty tone, really.
John: Hmm.
Lynne: And it just happens.
John: Kind of like (hummed some musical tones.)
Lynne: (Laughed.) Yeah.
John: Okay . . .
Lynne: So, anyway, we had talked about that stuff a little, and while we were there, one of my ears went off. That sounds funny, like my ear came off . . . (laughing.)
John: Uh, huh. (Noted with humor.)
Lynne: But the tones started, and I laughed and said, "Well, Karla, I hate to tell you this, but they're checking in." And she kind of laughed, and we were just kidding around. But then, that Sunday night, there we are at home, and this happens. And I thought maybe they really were homing in. But, as the light descended it got even with the bed, and just disappeared. And there was no, um . . . no scattering of light as it did it. It was just a winking out. As if a thing that was there, in the wink of an eye was gone.
John: What did you do right at that moment?
Lynne: Uh . . . Well, I was still lying there -- very scared. Actually, I was really panicked. And when it winked out, as I was watching it, I had the thought, "Oh, great. They're checking up." But I didn't . . . What's odd is I didn't even try to wake Kevin up. Kinda one of those weird things. I just lay there and thought, "Oh, well." Finally, after my heart slowed down a little bit and I calmed down, I just went back to sleep. And then I told him in the morning.
John: Did you feel any different in the morning, in any way?
Lynne: Ah, nothing that I could tell, physically. I've been having bruises again, lately.
John: Where?
Lynne: Kinda all over. I've had them on the arms again, and the legs. I had one that had a little scratch, but it may just have been . . . there again, on those, I never know. 'Cause, at work, I tend to run . . .
John: Run into things? (Laughing.)
Lynne: (Laughing.) Hate to admit that, but I'm a little clumsy. (Everyone laughing.)
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: The only ones I have trouble with are the ones on my arms, because I really do not . . . There's nothing I run into that would get my arms. So, when I have them there, I tend to think it's peculiar.
John: And you always notice them . . .
Lynne: Um, generally within a day or so. I tend to watch, now, to see if anything is different.
John: Was anything sore at all?
Lynne: Uh . . . I had a backache over at Karla's, but nothing that really was obvious, or anything like that.
John: Okay. You've mentioned some other balls of light. What were these other "ball lighnings" that you've seen?
Lynne: Let's see, one of them . . . The very first one that I saw was over at Mom's. I had gone over there to do some laundry, and it was in the evening. Usually, I'm over there on Sundays and do it, but this was in the evening one day, after work. It hadn't gotten dark yet. I'd gone outside, and there was . . . um, there were some clouds, but not rain clouds. These were just little white, fluffy things. And right in front of Mom's house, as I was starting to get into the car, I just saw this . . . This one was bigger. It was about basketball sized. It just appeared from nowhere, and went over me, probably . . . oh, I'd say it was maybe twenty feet up. High enough above me that I couldn't touch it.
John: How fast?
Lynne: Very fast. It was moving out. I only watched it . . . it was only there maybe five or six seconds. Wasn't even there a minute. In fact, when I saw it, I tried to tell Mom, 'cause she was standing in the doorway, but by the time I'd done that, it had already disappeared. So I don't think she even got to see it.
John: What color?
Lynne: That one, also, was a kind of a . . . yellow-white. That one was a little different from the one that was in the house, because it was more diffuse.
John: Perfectly round?
Lynne: Yeah, it was. It wasn't spread out; again, it was a round one. Um, and then the one I saw outside the window was probably a month ago. (Aside to husband, "I think I wrote it down. You might flip through there and find the date.") I've gotten to where I bring my journals. But, um . . . all it did . . . I was laying there in bed and had looked over toward Kevin. I was talking to him; we were both still awake. And I looked outside, out the window, and there was just a flash as this thing went by. It was in front of our trees, and definitely too low down to have been in the sky. That one was also a kind of yellow-white color. It was a real quick flash, so fast I couldn't tell if it had a distinct shape or not.
John: And as it traveled, was it going upward or downward . . . ?
Lynne: No, horizontal. And the other one, the one I saw at Mom's, was horizontal. The only one that was vertical was the one in the bedroom.
John: The little one.
Lynne: Yeah.
John: (Smiled and shook his head.)
Lynne: Well, yeah, I know. But I never saw those things before, at least that I can remember. So, I just kind of said, "Oh, well. It must be ball lightning." (Laughing.)
John: Now, what have you got on your mind that you want to check out today?
Lynne: Well, there were several things that I was interested in. One of them was the four-year-old episode, where I was in the pool.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: I've wondered what had occurred on that one. And another thing, I was curious about the dream I had with Dad and everybody. The one where -- I think I just sent you a note on it.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: It had occurred when we were living in Alabama. At that time, we were living on an Army Base.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: And in the dream, I remembered that all of us had been sleeping, or at least I had, so I assumed everyone else was. It was pitch black, a dark night. And something woke me up, and I got up and went into the living room, and everybody else is coming out of their rooms and meeting in the living room. And as we get in there, Dad also has come in . . .
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: That's why I was kinda interested in it, 'cause Dad was in it, too. And he says, "It's time."
John: Hmm.
Lynne: And all of us are just kind of . . . you know, not speaking. That's the only spoken word in it. And we all act like we know exactly what he's talking about, and we all just file out of the door, go outside into the front yard. And as we all go outside, we're just standing there, waiting for something to happen.
John: Well, most families do that, don't they?
Ann: (John's assistant.) Yeah! (Laughing.)
Lynne: Yeah! Late at night . . . (Laughing.) Yeah! Sounded perfectly all right to me.
John: So you all met at the same synchronous moment . . .
Lynne: . . . went outside and checked it out! (Laughing.)
John: And what else do you remember?
Lynne: Well, let's see. When we go outside, all of us are just clustered around. All of us start looking up into the night sky. It's another one of those beautifully clear, gorgeous dark nights. Warm, so I think it's summer again.
John: Hmm.
Lynne: I don't know, really, what happens to them. I know they're there. But when I look up, I'm looking at the stars, and it's as if the stars start moving, but they're all a bunch of different colors. They're gorgeous -- it's like blues and reds and yellows, and every color imaginable. And they all start moving together, kind of converging.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: To form a picture . . .
John: Hmm.
Lynne: And I keep watching, and these things continue, forming a mosaic.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: And they form a picture of our family. I have no idea why, but it's like a family portrait. In it, I can see -- I remember the layout of it -- Mom and Dad in the back, us three kids in the front, and also our dog. Another poodle. And it's really funny, 'cause in the dream, as it's going on, my thoughts are just . . . extreme love. This is the epitome, this is what I care about. My family.
John: So, do you know what year this was?
Lynne: I would have been somewhere between age seven and nine.
John: Seven and nine. And you remember it as a dream?
Lynne: Yeah. I remembered it. I told Mom, even at the time. It's very funny, because I remember . . . specific dreams from specific times.
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: That's what I've always called them -- just dreams.
John: Well, was there something different about it, that made it feel different from a dream, or not? That made it so memorable, I mean. What made it so memorable?
Lynne: I don't really know. I don't know if it's just because I felt so different in that. I felt like . . . I guess I felt like it was real, in some way. There was some strength to it. Actually, too, I'm aware that in the thing, there is more to it. There's a part in there . . . it's really kind of weird, because I know that in the dream, there were some other aspects of it. It's like there's a little lapse of time between going out to look at the sky and seeing these things moving around, and then this portrait shows up at the very end of the thing.
John: Hmm.
Lynne: It's as if it were a longer dream than that.
John: Okay.
Lynne: That's, I think, what I recall as being different about it.
John: Can you picture telling your mom about it, and what your feelings were? What your energy was like at the time you told her about it?
Lynne: I was very . . . the major thing I recall was this very warm feeling, just an outpouring of "This is wonderful."
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: You know, the most beautiful thing.
John: Do you remember her reaction at all?
Lynne: She enjoyed the dream. In fact, I was reminding her about it not too long ago, and she said, "Oh, I remember you telling me about that. I always thought that was the most beautiful dream!"
John: Hmm.
Lynne: She thought it was really neat. She said she always thought it was one of the most beautiful dreams I'd ever had.
John: Hmm. Okay, so you have the episode at four and this one. Anything else you'd like to check out?
Lynne: The only other thing is I wish I could find out what happened to Kevin. (This refers to the incident, detailed in A Fearful Symmetry, in which Kevin had shared a part of an encounter with the aliens. My husband and I had rearranged the furniture in our bedroom just prior to an abduction, effectively placing Kevin in the spot I normally occupied. This seemed to throw the aliens off kilter, and Kevin remained conscious through a portion of my physical abduction from the bedroom.)
John: Right. I remember it. Very unusual.
Lynne: The only memories I've got of that night is the strange dream about the manuscript.
John: Oh, yeah. What about that manuscript?
Lynne: That one was . . . just kind of weird. I had this "dream" that I was handed a manuscript, and it was finished. It was an already completed manuscript, and it was . . . evidently, it was mine. I had done it, sent it out, and it had been proofread by someone. And in the margins, there were a lot of notations, like, "This is pretty good," or "This needs a little work."
John: Uh, huh.
Lynne: The weird thing about it was that I was flipping through it, and it was real big and oversized, and I kept flipping through it, because it was like there were parts of it I didn't want to bother reading. I got to the very last part of it, and there was a letter on the very end, from whoever had proofread the thing. I had the feelng I had mailed it to some man, somewhere, and he had sent it back to me, as if he hadn't gotten it, and yet, here on the back was this letter saying, "I did get it, but I didn't want anybody to know that I had received this." And then it says, "You must have gotten my address from Cat." Just C-A-T, and I'm thinking, "Who is Cat?" I've no idea what the heck that meant. Later, I got to wondering if that was someone's initials, and I thought maybe I should try to run down whoever this "Cat" is.
But that's the only thing I remember from that night. Oh, but I woke up the next morning with the bloody nose. I had a nosebleed. I didn't even realize it until I went into the restroom, and was telling Kevin about the "dream," and I kinda began to drip. That was interesting. (Laughed.) Other than that . . .
Ann: (John's assistant.) "Other than that . . ." (Laughed.)
Lynne: I sorta-kinda forgot that. Why is it that I forget the most important things? (Laughed.) All the important things . . .
Kevin: (Lynne's husband.) Yeah, like her "dream" about the mass abductee meeting.
Lynne: Yeah, I had totally forgotten it. It was a good thing I told Kevin, 'cause I totally forgot about it until he reminded me.
John: Interesting. Okay.