from a hypnotic regression session
Excerpt from the book:
Masquerade of Angels
1994 by Karla Turner, Ph.D.
Kelt Works Publishing, Roland, AK
Soon he began to get new images, also from his childhood but this
time involving his other grandmother, and himself at a slightly
older age. Ted struggled to regain a clear sense of vision, but
something -- an induced block, perhaps, or his own reluctance --
held him back. And then, as if bubbling up from somewhere deep
within him, information began to trickle into his mind. His
recollections started in the midst of a bizarre scene unlike
anything Ted had ever consciously remembered.
"Grandy is standing on something," he started again, after a long
pause. "She seems hypnotized, she's not saying anything. They remove
her nightgown, and they've got something like a little drill,
touching to the back of her head. They've done something to her, and
she's slightly different."
He paused again, as if listening. "They're telling her she's very
special," he resumed. "They put a white gown on her and make her
look beautiful, or they're telling her she's beautiful. They dress
her up and tell her that she's beautiful, and that she's coming to
live and work with them."
"How old are you here?" Barbara interrupted.
"I'm ten years old," he said. "I remember this, the room, and these
beings around her, and I'm watching. She's not in control, and
they're all around her. They've loosened her hair and are showing
her how beautiful she'll look when she lives with them. They're
preparing her for this. That's all I seem to be able to see right
now. And she does look beautiful, and young, too."
Ted stopped again, pondering. "I don't feel like that's all exactly
right, though," he admitted. A mental alarm went off, because the
words felt false even as he spoke them.
"We want only the truth," Barbara said, "that's what we're aiming
"I suddenly felt like that stuff was what they told me I was seeing,
but it's not really," Ted said.
"Clarify your vision," Barbara told him, deepening his trance, "and
tell me what is really happening."
"She's complaining about the pain," he continued, "and they've
brought somebody else in. I feel like they're antagonizing and
torturing her. Somebody's come in who says he's my grandfather, but
my grandfather is dead. She's arguing with him that it's not her
husband, she doesn't care what they say. Somebody's angry. And
that's all I can see right now."
"Ted," Barbara asked, "is this the grandmother you were with in bed
the night you heard the voice in the room?"
"How old were you when that happened?"
"Let's shift your focus to that night," Barbara directed. "Feel the
bed, you're in bed with your grandmother. Feel it, and your memory
is perfect. Do you feel yourself there now?""
"Yes," he slurred, sinking deeper into the trance.
"On the count of three," Barbara continued, "you begin to tell me,
with truth and clarity, what happened on that night. One, two,
"I can hear her voice now," Ted responded. "She's demanding that we
be taken home. She's complaining about the pain in the back of her
head. She's telling them to get that thing away from her."
"How did this start?"
"I remember we were sleeping," he explained, "and somebody takes me
out of the bed. Then the next thing I know, I'm at the side of the
room, and somebody who's got a hood over their head is beside me. My
grandmother's in the center of the room, they've taken off her robe
and put another one on her and done something with her hair. She
does look beautiful, but before that they did something with that
strange drill to her head. She got very angry, and I think she hit
one of them because they were hurting her.
"I'm beginning to see," he said after a short pause, "what she hit
wasn't a person. It was one of those dark gray or brown looking men,
like a lizard-like man, one of those reptilian beings. They're
offering her something to make her young again, and she's angry,
refusing to cooperate. She's demanding that we be taken home. This
reptilian guy leaves the room, and he comes back with ...oh, this is
making my grandmother very upset. They've brought in my grandfather
who's been dead a while. He looks young and handsome, and they're
telling Grandy that she's to join him."
"How does she respond?" Barbara asked.
"She tells them that it isn't true, that they are lying, that my
grandfather is deceased. They're arguing, and she refuses to
cooperate. I hear her calling out to Jesus."
He stopped again, listening.
"The reptilian man is talking ugly," he resumed, "and telling her
He broke off abruptly.
"What is he telling her, Ted?" Barbara asked.
"He told her that they put something into her head," he said
reluctantly, "and that if she doesn't cooperate, it would kill her,
and only they can stop it. She still refuses."
"What did they want her to cooperate by doing?"
"I don't know!" he exclaimed, but Barbara directed him to program
his inner computer for the truth and then to proceed.
"I can't understand it," he began again. "But it has something to do
with sick people."
"Did your grandmother have anything to do with sick people?"
"She could make warts disappear, and things like that. She knew
where to get roots and herbs in the woods and use them to make
people well. They told her something about sick people coming to
her, but she refused to participate. It wasn't for the right
reasons, she said. She called on Jesus two or three times. I can
hear her saying, 'No, no, I will not!' They're telling her that
someone will come and teach her more, but she doesn't want to learn
anything from them."
"Why would it be evil if they wanted her to cure people with their
"I don't know, but every time they tell her this, she tells them no.
Then the reptilian man tells her she's going to die because she
Ted became very sad, and then he caught his breath with a start.
"What is it, Ted?" Barbara asked. "What did you just become aware
"He told her he would have my soul," Ted replied, "and they brought
me to the center of the room where she is. They're doing something
to me. No, she steps in between them. There are several beings
around: me, Grandy, this reptilian man, my grandfather. He's
standing there immobile, like he's in a daze. She steps in between
me and the reptilian man, puts out her hand and stops him. She's
telling him that she's not afraid of him, that she's met him before.
I don't know after that," he sighed. "They do something, and we're
back in the bedroom."
"Do you remember telling me you heard a voice that night?" Barbara
"I feel like it was the voice of that man wearing the hood, but I'm
"She died not long after that, didn't she?"
"Yes, she died two days later of a massive stroke. That day I went
to her because I remembered the talking that night in the room. I
asked her about it, and she held me and started crying. She told me
to forget about it, that it was the devil. Then she got my father to
take her back home, and we all went. Less than two hours after we
arrived, Grandy had a stroke in front of us and died.
Barbara listened to Ted describe the scene, and as he relived the
events, his memory strengthened. He said once again that he had
always felt some guilt about his grandmother's death.
"I kept thinking that something I did caused it," he finished.
"What made you feel that?"
"I guess because of what happened during the night. She was trying
to protect me."
"Let's get it all out," Barbara said. "Go back and look at the
"This reptilian man was talking about me, when we first got there.
It had something to do with my being, and with the other group that
had had contact with me. I'm not sure who the other group is. They
wanted my soul, and Grandy protected me. She said, 'Jesus will not
allow you to touch this child or take him.' That's when he told her
she would die."
"Move back to where they're putting the gown on her," Barbara
suggested, hoping that Ted's recollections would be clearer and more
complete, now that he had begun breaking through the screen
sequence. "What is the truth? Tell me the truth about what is taking
place. Remove all the blinders, all the veils of deception."
Ted's chest began to heave.
"Oh, no!" he whispered in fright, shaking and panting for breath. "I
don't want to look at that any more!"
"You don't have to look any more," Barbara assured him soothingly.
"I don't have to look," he whispered even more fearfully, "because I
know, I already saw."
Barbara led him into a more serene state of mind, reminding him of
the protective energy he had built around himself. At last he began
to breathe more normally, listening to her soft words.
"The reptilian man was wanting to have intercourse with her," Ted
said, once he was able to speak again with any control. His voice
was more sure, yet tinged with a deep note of sorrow and
"But she wouldn't allow it. She told him she only did that with her
husband, and he was dead. So they brought in the grandfather, and he
was having sex with her. But when he got off her, it wasn't him, it
was a reptilian man. And that's when she intervened. They wanted me
next, I don't know, but I think it was sexual. That's when she
jumped in front and blocked the reptilian man. They were arguing,
and he told her she would die for that. And she did."
"It didn't seem to matter that she was older?" Barbara asked,
referring to the sexual activity.
"They told her they could make her young again."
"Can you describe the situation more completely? How did they do it
to her? Was it just the one?"
"There were several in the room, as well as the one with the hood
who had been holding me back. I never saw his face very clearly, but
when he turned it looked pasty white."
"Did they have her on a table or standing up?"
"Standing up, but leaning back on something like a movable table."
"Do you want to see the rest?" Barbara asked cautiously. "Remember,
you said he started coming toward you?"
"Yeah, he wanted me for some reason."
"Do you want to go back and find out?"
"Yes," Ted sighed, "let's go back."
Barbara returned him to a deep concentration and then asked him to
look at the scene again.
"What is your grandfather doing while intercourse is taking place?"
she asked. "Is he aware?"
"He was doing the raping," Ted tried to explain, "but it wasn't
really him. When they brought him in, he took her in his arms and
started making love to her. They removed her gown, and she was
immobile, not speaking. But when they were finished and he turns
around, I can see him. It isn't my grandfather, it's the reptilian
"Backtrack a minute," Barbara suggested, "back to where they were
telling her about the herbs."
"They were talking to her because she knew a lot about herbs. He
tells her that he's got some herbs. Oh," he paused, "oh, they're
wanting her to take some of theirs. He's telling her they can
exchange information and for her to try his stuff. She takes
something they put on her tongue, and I think they gave me some,
"They dropped it in our mouths. It was kind of clear, maybe slightly
yellow. Everything seems to be centered around Grandy now," Ted
described as he relived the event. "She refused to have sex with the
reptilian, so they left and hurried back with supposedly my
grandfather. By that time, my grandmother seems to be submitting to
the sexual situation. She doesn't seem to be resisting. After he's
done with her, another one's on her now. Then they take me and lift
me up on top of her as if I'm supposed to be having sex with her.
But I can't recall any stimulation."
"Does she respond to you?"
"She seems to be kind of out of control."
"That thing they gave you by mouth, did it affect you in any way?"
"I don't think I was sexually excited," Ted said, "but it affected
Grandy, like they'd given her some kind of aphrodisiac."
"What's happening now?"
"There's more than one that has intercourse with her," he continued,
"at least three. Then the one that looked like my grandfather comes
over, and he makes me have oral sex with him."
"So does he have a penis?"
"Yeah, but it doesn't look like a normal man's. It looks more like a
male dog, more shaped like a little gun. Instead of just getting an
erection, it seems to come out of an encasement like a gun.
"They've moved my grandmother off the table," he said, and they put
me on it. It's flat now, horizontal. Then one of them has anal
intercourse with me. They say something about the other group that
has something to do with me, and it's like they're laughing about
it. Like they're making fun of the situation."
Ted's disgust was evident, but he was also bewildered. "I don't know
what they're talking about," he admitted, "but it's me. They're
doing this to get even, maybe, that's the only way I know how to say
"How do you feel while this is happening to you?" Barbara asked.
"Are you able to think?"
"I'm crying out for Grandy," Ted said. "I can't seem to feel a lot
of pain, but I'm terribly frightened. My hands are clamped down on
something, and my ankles, too. When that reptilian came to take me
and says they're going to keep me there, Grandy steps in between us.
She says, 'In the name of Jesus Christ, I demand that you stop.' She
says that for what they've done to us, he will burn in hell forever.
He says there is no hell.
"She says, 'You're not going to have our souls.' She rebuked him,
that's what made him so angry. She's got me close to her, and
they're all standing back, and she says, 'You tricked me, you
tricked us.' She's angry about the herbs and what they did to us."
After a brief pause, Ted concluded the recollection.
"That's all I can remember. We have our clothes back on, and he
tells her, 'You're going to die for this, because that boy belongs
to us.' And then we seem to be back in our bedroom."
"How do you feel now?"
"Repulsed somewhat," he admitted, "angry. Hurt. Glad that I looked
at it, but it was so hard to look at. The first regression came
easier. They didn't want me to see this one. Old Volmo, my buddy,
the reptilian who taught me all those wonderful things, I bet he's
the sorry bastard who was doing that to me."
Ted shook his head, overwhelmed and deeply angry.