Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator

193 Pages·2004·0.85 MB·English

by  Barbara Bartholic

BARBARA:
The Story of a UFO Investigator
by Barbara Bartholic
As told to Peggy Fie1ding
An original publication of AWOC.COM, P O Box 2819,
Denton, TX 76202

Copyright © 2003, Peggy Fielding, All rights reserved. No
part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a re-
trieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means,
electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the
prior written permission of the author.

ISBN: 0-9707507-7-3

Revised: March 2004
DEDICATION
For Bob Bartholic, who has allowed me to be who I am.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
FOREWORD......................................................................7
INTRODUCTION..............................................................9
SHOCK.............................................................................13
THE BABY IN THE BUBBLE........................................18
THE TINY BOX...............................................................24
THE MAN AT THE PIANO............................................30
ALMOST A GROWN UP................................................35
THE STONE HORSE.......................................................40
THE BARKING DOG......................................................48
PAST AND PRESENT COME TOGETHER..................60
AN INVESTIGATIVE TEAM.........................................74
UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL........................................83
NEW JOB; MORE INVESTIGATIONS..........................90
PUNISHMENT FOR INVESTIGATING......................101
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF A DIFFERENT KIND.....116
OTHER CASES: DROWNING IN PEOPLE.................126
MY OWN AND OTHER’S ABDUCTIONS AND WHAT
I’VE LEARNED.............................................................131
OTHER CASES..............................................................149
BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.......................................156
A CONSCIOUS WITNESS............................................161
SEARCH YOUR OWN LIFE; A QUIZ TO DETERMINE
WHETHER YOU HAVE HAD THE UFO EXPERIENCE
.........................................................................................170
LIFE PROCEEDS: HOW TO DEAL WITH YOUR UFO
EXPERIENCE................................................................173
WHAT IS IN STORE FOR THE U.S.A?.......................177
BIBLIOGRAPHY...........................................................181
APPENDIX A.................................................................182
APPENDIX B.................................................................185
About The Authors.........................................................187

FOREWORD
When I was a kid growing up in the Ozarks, I lay in
mountain meadows gazing up into the stars. I challenged
my mind to probe the edges of infinity, a concept I still find
impossible to comprehend. It seemed unlikely that there
wouldn’t be something out there other than God. Intelligent
life, surely, with an urge as powerful as mine to contact
others in the universe. I sometimes pleaded, when very
young. for little beings to come down, land, and let me take
a look at them. I was disappointed that none ever did.
Skeptics are likely to view with suspicion those among
us who believe they have had correspondence with aliens.
Who have been abducted, experimented on, taken for
flights, or used rather like lab animals by superior
intelligences. To the skeptical, what someone believes or,
worse yet, feels must come subordinate to what he can see,
touch, taste, smell and submit to the scientific rule. The
vast majority of UFO sightings and abductions simply
cannot pass this test.
However, like Barbara, I became a hypno-investigator.
I learned hypnotism while on the police department to use
as an aid to jogging the memories of witnesses. Having also
possessed a long-time fascination with reincarnation and
psychic phenomena. I was soon experimenting with willing
subjects in the areas of pre-natal regression and previous
life experiences. Although my evidence might not be liable
to the scientific rule in any real sense. I soon came to
believe in what the renowned psychic Edgar Cayce called
“the startling possibility of reincarnation.”
Some things you simply have to submit to raw logic
without supporting evidence. Therefore, when it comes to
UFO sightings, aliens and other related matters. I resort to
what I call the “grain of sand” argument.

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Walk out onto a long stretch of sandy beach. How
many individual grains of sand can you see? Trillions upon
trillions. Pick up a single grain, look it over, drop it. Do you
think you could ever find it again? More significantly, do
you think the entire beach exists for the sole benefit of that
one grain of sand?
Change the elements of the argument so that the one
grain of sand becomes the earth. The beach becomes the
universe of stars and planets. Are we humans SO
presumptuous as to believe that the entire universe, infinity
itself, was created solely for the benefit of this single grain
of sand we call Earth?

Charles W. Sasser, best-selling author of over 50 non-
fiction books and novels.
INTRODUCTION
In the early 1980’s I had just returned from 21 years of
living in countries outside the United States. Newly
divorced, still mourning the lost marriage, and finding
myself a stranger in my own country, I set about trying to
make up a new life.
I resolved to accept any invitation which came my way
simply because I desperately needed friends, as well as a
way of making a living, and I certainly needed something
to focus upon outside of myself.
A man whom I had only talked with a few times,
invited me to a dinner party at his house. I accepted, of
course. At his townhouse I found him still in the throes of
preparing the meal. No other person graced his living-
dining room space.
Oh, darn, I thought, or maybe it was, Oh, shoot. After
all, I am an Okie. It was certainly one of those epithets.
Anyway, I thought, most uncharitably as it turned out, that
I’d been lured to his lair with promises of food, talk and
friends and I’d been offered none of those things. I was
sure I would get the food.
After all, he was madly chopping and slicing and stir-
frying just about a foot or so away from where I perched on
one of his barstools. I’d been a wife for 21 years so I didn’t
quite know how I would handle what I was sure would be
offered me after the dinner.
Well, John D, let this stand as a public apology for my
inner “darns” and “shoots.” I answered the door because
you had your hands full and I ushered two couples through
the narrow hall to the long table you’d set up and in
moments we were all sitting down to eat. Your promises,
John, were fulfilled. All those folks became my friends.
The beautiful, tall, blonde woman was the kicker, though. I,
who had always been a thoroughly unregenerate

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