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Sobbing my thanks, I moved over to the couch, slipped into the physical, still feeling the vibrations, and sat up physical and looked around. The room was empty. After a twenty-four hour contemplation of the event, I have at least some speculation. There is the possibility that the entire thing could have been hallucination or dream superimposed over my complete consciousness. If so, I can see how those with paranoia have great difficulty in choosing which is reality. If it is symbolism, it is fairly evident. The "entities" around me are no more than a product of me. The visualization of them as my children is pretty hard to interpret in any other way than to show they are mine (I created them, my children). Therefore, they belong to me, and are neither good nor bad. I still do not know what they are. Are they disassociated parts of me, or thought entities I have created from continuing thought patterns habitually? What do I do about them? Who does the man in the robe represent? This will take more than twenty-four hours to understand. However, the next time, if there is one, I certainly will try to maintain a more calm objectivity, less fear, and an analytical approach. 5/21/60 Night I was lying deeply relaxed, late evening, in the bedroom. The vibrations started evenly, and I quickly noticed the small leg thrown over my body (nonphysical, I assume). I felt the small body hanging onto my back. Carefully, I reached around (non-physical?), and felt the small back superimposed on mine. I patted the little shoulder gently (intending understanding) and carefully lifted the small body and pushed it away from mine. I waited, and it did not come back or attempt to come near. Not wanting to push my luck, I reentered the physical, sat up, and made these notes. 5/27/60 Night After lifting out, I again felt what I knew to be one of the rubbery entities on my back. No words or action, just the small body clinging warmly to my back. This time, I did not get too frightened, and managed to pull at the thing slowly. I pulled, and called to God to help me (at the insistence of several people who are more theologically inclined than I). Again, the thing stretched as I putted, but did not come off completely. I remembered the visualized thought of fire, and that it had not seemed much use, but had helped a little. This time, I tried thinking of electricity. I visualized two pieces of highly charged wire. I mentally stuck them into the side of that part of the entity that I had pulled off. Immediately the mass deflated, went limp, and seemed to die. As it did, a batlike thing squeaked past my head