“The black-haired female knew something about me that I didn’t know - like I owed her something - and it seemed like she had control over me and did something that made me stand still, paralyzed.”
- John Smith, Technical Illustrator, Rochester, New York
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September 20, 2010 Rochester, New York - Beyond the 1958 conversation at Friden, Inc., in Rochester, New York, between technical illustrator John Smith and a secretary from the ATIC division (later Foreign Technology Division, FTD) of Wright-Patterson AFB, three years later in March 1961, he was on vacation with his wife and Aunt Jane at Marineland on the Palos Verdes Peninsula, “when the strangest experience of my life occurred.” I asked him to go back to the moment that the taller, black-haired female swiveled around to face him and to repeat all that happened in more detail, including what images came into his mind from her when he felt so wonderful even when he could not move his body as he leaned against the aquarium ceiling support beam.
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