Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator

by Fielding, Peggy; Bartholic, Barbara

  Another one of the most significant cases that I’ve handled came my way because I was working as a social secretary for the well-to-do owner of a house in Turley. The house was originally built by a wealthy German emigrant who wanted a bit of Europe in his life in the new land. The large house, actually a 23 room mansion, was the scene of one of my more bizarre cases, perhaps because I was working in the house everyday so I had total access to the victims whom I’ll call Linda, the mother, Bette, the thirteen year old daughter, and Tom, the ten year old son.

  One afternoon in August, 1987, I received a call at my house. It was Linda’s daughter, Bette. I’d been at the house the day before, Friday, and because there wasn’t anything pressing that needed my attention I’d stayed home on Saturday. I’d never discussed my interest in UFOs either with Linda or her children. Some people think such an interest is a sign of being crazy so I rarely discuss UFOs in public, especially with people whom I don’t know really well, unless the victim comes to me for help. The call came at about 5:30 in the evening.

  “Barbara? This is Bette.” I had had a very pleasant relationship with Linda and with Bette and Tom. I felt more like a friend than an employee. The children were both used to seeing me in their house and I think they both felt close to me as well.

  “Hi Hon, what can I do for you? Does your mom need something?”

  “Mother’s away. I think she’s in Oklahoma City. She told me but I wasn’t paying much attention. Tom and I are here by ourselves. I just wanted to tell you something.”

  “Go ahead, Bette.” I figured she was having some sort of problem with the little brother and she thought I might be able to straighten things out. “What can I do for you?”

  “Something pretty strange has just happened. I thought you might be interested.”

  “I am. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

  “Well, you know the row of casement windows at the front of the house? Where we can look right out onto the street?”

  “What happened? Did you kids break one of those windows?”

  “No, no. I was looking out the windows and a car stopped right in front of the house. I watched and waited for them to turn into the driveway but they didn’t.”

  “Yes?”

  “The people in the car got out and they all looked up so I looked up too. There was this big thing, a flying saucer maybe, coming right over our house. It was heading north right toward your place.”

  “I haven’t seen anything like that, Bette.”

  “What I wanted to tell you Barbara was that the big machine flooded our house, the leaves, the air, even the grass with some kind of purple light. Everything in the yard turned purple.”

  “Purple light? You’re sure?”

  “Yeah. I ran to yell at Tom so he could look at it and then I ran outside through the back door and saw it head directly to your house, Barb. It was making purple light everywhere as it moved. I ran back inside and ran to see if the car was still there in front but it was gone.”

  I invited the two children to come over to my house for the night if they were scared but Bette said her mom would be home soon and she hung up. But that’s not the end of the story.

  The very next day, I learned later, Bette was taking a nap on her Mom’s bed. During the nap she had a dream of being taken up to the craft which she had seen from the front windows. On the ship she was shown the control panel and then was taken out into space to an unknown place. She saw gray aliens working at the control panel.

  I felt it was time to tell Linda something of my “other work” when I wasn’t doing correspondence or making telephone calls for her. She agreed to let Bette be regressed so we could find out exactly what had happened to the thirteen year old. Because of her youth I did not want to overdo the regression sessions. I did not want to jeopardize the child in any way. Here are notes from her first tape:

  “In the living room I see a purplish light. Mom is in taking a shower. It’s early evening. There is a high pitched, steady noise. I look out the middle window and I see a weird light, I can’t tell where it’s coming from. When I first look out I see just the tail end of the thing but the noise it still there.”

  Bette continued. “Mom comes out of the shower and asks what is going on. I tell her about the light in my eyes.”

  Bette covers her eyes with both hands.

  “I can’t see anything but purple light. I yell for mom, then I see the sky change to dim purple. I feel so excited. I’m mesmerized by the light. It is so neat. I run outside with Tom. Mom stays inside.”

  After our first session, Bette and I continued to have hypnotherapy sessions as a result of her requests, only. Her mother, Linda became pregnant, miscarried and then got pregnant again. When Linda brought the new baby home she was lying in bed with him and she told me of seeing a UFO just outside the second story window of her bedroom.

  Tom and Bette was badly affected by their encounter with the ship of the purple light. Tom began sniffing and huffing glue and other substances. He became an addict and was extremely rebellious. He was what the youth authorities called “an incorrigible case.”

  Bette was also affected. She became highly sexually oriented and she seemed to grow up overnight. The UFO and the purple light changed that family for the worse. Linda moved the family to Washington State, hoping that a new place would give them all a new perspective. Luckily, both Tom and Bette gradually returned to normal. Bette is married now.

  This case was significant for me because it was my first case from my own neighborhood. I learned a great deal from it.

  Then there was the young doctor from Dallas, Texas, the man whom I mentioned early on in the book, the man who had disrupted our meeting by shouting at me and the others and telling us that we didn’t know what we were talking about (Editor’s note: See Chapter One, Shock). He also comes to mind as a client who was able to utterly change my thinking.

  During that first hypnotherapy session in my office, while the other guests were going on with the meeting, he told a most interesting story about that night he and his fiancée, a quite innocent and respectable young woman, had parked on a side road after they’d been to dinner and a movie.

  He and his friend had parked in a remote country area. When they heard a noise which frightened them they drove back to town. In essence that is all he and the young woman remembered afterward and that is what he told me. During the rest of the regression session there in my office he was able to remember much, much more.

  He had been paralyzed while his fiancée has been raped repeatedly by the “beings” who had abducted them. The doctor knew this but his memory had been masked, as had hers. The beings were certainly not benign scientists who had only the best in mind for earthlings.

  Oh, no, they were surely not benign. I had, of course, long ago given up any idea of these trespassers being “friendly.” However, what the man from Texas spoke about and drew for me during our regression session, almost tore me apart. His testimony certainly ripped up many of my most cherished notions of the alien intruders. When he made the drawing of a reptilian humanoid alien, the drawing was so awful, the image the most frightening revelation I’ve ever had. The drawing triggered fear and terror within me. It seemed too real.

  That was in 1988. For the first time I was truly frightened of the aliens because the picture he handed me brought into reality the fact that a species exists which in some way, degrades every human being alive.

  His drawing under regression showed large, dark, almost black, hideously reptilian humanoids.

  That drawing shook me to my core. It triggered both fear and recognition within me. I knew I was, at last, looking the enemy square in the face. I also knew I had seen these alien creatures or some like very them, before. My new client’s experience jolted me back to a frightening experience in my own past.

  That moment with the Texan and his drawing, was when I cracked the egg of all my preconceived notions of reality and of UFO5. It was during his session that I t
ruly began to understand and to react with my clients and with their experiences. In that moment I began to question our culture’s traditional ideas of God.

  After their experience the two had married. He told me that her experience changed her from the sweet young woman he’d know during their engagement, into something very different. The change was gradual but easily observed… his sweetheart became a raving drug addict, totally promiscuous, a person who dressed like a street whore. She became a different person entirely. She had been fractured and swept into a new existence by her experience. They were divorced after ten years and at the time of his regression he told me that his two children has also been experiencing alien experiences and that he was helpless to do anything to protect them from the abductions.

  That was the night he drew the picture of the alien who had paralyzed him as he stood by his car that when they had parked in the country. That was the drawing of the alien which had so frightened me because of my recognition of him and of his kind.

  I knew that although I had not seen this particular beastly creature, the drawing emanated a particular evil, an evil that I somehow recognized.

  Chapter 17

  BEEN THERE, DONE THAT

  One thing that has really surprised me over the years with my clients has been their recognition of me as a person who was a part of their UFO experience. Not all of them had seen me before but a great number of the people I’ve worked with have told me, “You were there when I was in the ship, (room, place, lab or whatever.) You were a tall blonde alien woman standing with the aliens.”

  Some of them have even told me that they were guided to me by some outer intelligence when their abduction experiences became more than they could bear.

  One of the first to say that was the lawyer, Terry Melcher. (Editor’s note: See Terry Melcher incident in Chapter 10)

  Luckily, I, or my clone, or my hybrid descendant, or perhaps a multidimensional aspect of myself, seem to have only been seen during positive connection moments, those moments when people are being taught, or hearing answers to questions or being dealt with in a very respectful manner.

  I’ve been told that I act in a motherly fashion to these abducted people and to the alien hybrid children who sometimes accompany me. It pleases me that my double appears at beneficial meetings only. We need to realize that there are probably many alien agendas, good, bad, and indifferent. Perhaps all are working under one UFO custodial hierarchy. Apparently one overall intelligence supervises the many agendas.

  When asked to describe the woman they saw, clients say they saw a blonde alien woman who is tall and has my facial features. She wears a silvery body suit. Sometimes she is with a male who is tall, slim, and dark haired, who is also wearing a silvery body suit. Sometimes she is with what are obviously hybrid human/alien children.

  One Tulsa woman with a bit of artistic talent, drew a picture of me and of the man she saw on the ship before she ever met me. The man she drew resembled Jacques Vallee. She thinks she was led to make the picture to prepare herself for a meeting with me, later on. When she brought out the drawing I felt a chill run through me. The drawing looked like me, and the woman and I had never met before.

  The aliens make it comfortable for the victims to come to see me for regression sessions. Many are activated to seek out an understanding of something in their lives which cannot be explained and I am usually able to help them find out what has happened to them.

  Since 1987, the intelligence that controls alien abductions has deemed it necessary that their hybrid human children awaken to themselves. All the people who have come to me, numbering in the hundreds, perhaps thousands, all of them, in my opinion, are in reality alien hybrid human children.

  Sending hybrids was a controlled event from 1987 onward. People began, at about that time, to remember mysterious events in their lives. The memories caused them to seek help and understanding. They began to realize that they were part of the alien encounters which were taking place across the world. These were very controlled events, controlled by the aliens. This was the year when people began to waken to their lifelong connection to alien intelligence, in other words, waken to their progenitors.

  I still do a number of hypnotherapy sessions but not so many as I once did because I am now working on the other part of my job which is amassing the largest possible accumulation of case studies and UFO information.

  I use this analogy when I’m talking about my work.

  Christopher Columbus had a tangible ship, sailed on a tangible ocean, and his craft touched upon a tangible land. He could see a real country before him.

  Whereas I am also an explorer into a new world which offers no tangible vessel, no ocean waves, nor any tangible land. What I’m doing is working to discover a new country, one which has not yet been seen or understood by the mass of the world’s population.

  To get to this new place, since I have no vehicle for exploring, I’ve found my only way of discovery is to go through the gathering of information: To listen and annotate all the witnessing accounts given by those who have crossed my threshold. The massive bulk of this knowledge can be used to paint pictures of the new world, using the spoken experiences of the hundreds of people who have transcended the barriers protecting the new world. During abductions they are taken through unknown dimensions, perhaps through time some think. My job is to document their travels.

  I would say the many hundreds who have come to my door have all described the other world which is connected with our own human world in quite similar ways. Using hypnotic techniques, I can allow people to see both aspects of themselves... the nuts and bolts human body and spirit as well as the alien being parts of themselves. Our alien person can be operating simultaneously within our human lives.

  We’re all more than the fleshly body that we commonly accept. In the future, as more and more of the secrets are revealed, we’ll know more about who and what we truly are. I think of that function as my job, that is, I believe myself to be one of the people who will help with the discoveries about and the revelations into our UFO connections. I’m still picking up hints and clues and tiny pieces of information which, gathered together, will eventually make sense of our not-yet-revealed jigsaw puzzle called life.

  But there may also be clones of Barbara on earth, or perhaps I am the clone of some woman unknown to me.

  My minister friend took one look at me and gasped.

  “Oh, my God.” she said, “You look so much like Gloria Lee. You look as if you could be Gloria Lee’s twin.”

  “Uh huh,” I answered. “Who’s Gloria Lee?”

  She proceeded to tell me. The woman “Gloria Lee” looked exactly like me but with red hair. Gloria Lee was a woman in California who received instructions and elaborate plans from Jupiter. The plans were for building a space platform.

  It seems that aliens from the Jupiter constellation had channeled to Gloria Lee and a scientist friend, all the details necessary for building a space platform, building specs and all. After a year Gloria Lee went to Washington D.C. to try to give those complete blueprints and plans to someone in some government office. No one would pay the slightest attention to her.

  Gloria Lee, whom my minister friend called a big, beautiful, buxom woman, swore to go on a fast until someone in Washington would listen to her and look at her plans. She knew that the information she had received would put the United States ahead of all other world powers in the space race. She sent wires to all who would be interested. No one cared. Gloria Lee continued to fast.

  Gloria Lee’s friend tried to persuade her to break her fast. Her husband begged her to come home. She refused. She became very weak but she would not quit fasting. Her husband called and called. He threatened to call the police but Gloria Lee continued to fast.

  The police came and arrested Gloria Lee and her friend but it was too late. They got her to the hospital but she died there.

  All her blueprints and specs and designs vanished from the hotel room after th
e police entered the picture. Not so long after her death the U.S. made a major leap in the construction of space platforms. All her friends give Lee the credit for our leap forward in space. Gloria Lee gave her life for that.

  I wish I could have known her.

  # # #

  So it seems my clone is up there and perhaps down here as well. I’m still surprised when a client points to me and says, “You were on that ship,” even though dozens of them have said that very thing.

  Chapter 18

  A CONSCIOUS WITNESS

  At about the time of the Gloria Lee incident I received an anonymous letter from a woman who wanted to share her experience with me but who, apparently, did not wish to let me know just who she was nor where she lived. The letter was postmarked from a small town in Oklahoma. She told about her abduction along with that of her four year old son. What follows is a major portion of her long letter:

  It was really hot. I decided to take my son out for a ride. He had fallen asleep in the back seat when I saw this very shiny object about the size of the bottom of a Coke bottle. It sent a glare into my eyes. Something happened with the steering wheel. It vibrated so that I’m shaking now just writing about it. My thought was, I’ve got a flat. I pulled over to the side of the dirt road but didn’t turn off the engine, I just stopped the car.

  I knew somehow I was supposed to get out of the car, but I couldn’t move. Everything in my peripheral vision was blurred but straight ahead I could see plainly. The object was in the road. I thought if I could touch that thing I could get the glare out of my face. If I could just go over and turn it over, then I’d be all right. That was my problem, I thought, I was hypnotized by that shiny thing. I thought I was having a heat stroke. All these ideas ran through my mind but I couldn’t say anything and I couldn’t move.

  Something rustled in the pines. I couldn’t look to my side but I was aware of the noise. I could hear something, not a hum, but a sound I can’t pinpoint. I’d heard it once before. These things came toward me and the car died. They looked very much like the things you were showing pictures of, Barbara, but the chin was more rounded, not so pointed. I didn’t talk to them, all the speech was in my mind.