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mation. 32 REVELATIONS pointed helmet. Miller could not tell if he had any hair. He was a normal human being, with smooth skin and intensely blue eyes that had the oval shape of an Oriental's eyes. "Would you like to come inside?" the man asked. Miller accepted the invitation and was escorted into the craft. He was struck by the stark simplicity of everything he saw there. The atmosphere was very pure and gave him a sense of elation. There were three other beings aboard, all of whom breathed normally. General Miller's escort also removed his mask. The controls consisted of touch panels and voice-activated devices— exactly the kind of technology that was beginning to appear in laborato- ries across the U.S. at that time. The seats were molded to fit the men, who appeared to be about forty or forty-five years of age, except for one who seemed younger, in his twenties. "I spent about fifteen minutes inside," Miller told me. "Did you notice anything unusual when you left?" "That's a strange thing. It was dark when I came out." "Did you feel your sense of time was altered?" "Something happened to time." "Were there any traces?" I asked, looking for some physical confir- "No, there was nothing in the desert. The craft flew away, with the lights at the periphery glowing with the colors of the rainbow." "Any sounds?" "No sound at all." Miller added that he had trouble sleeping for six weeks after the event. He felt that he had had further communication with the entity from the craft, but he did not elaborate. His last sighting took place near Vandenberg AFB in 1984. He was with a group of people who stopped at dusk to observe a large oval object in the sky. He showed me a snapshot. To me it looked plainly like an ordinary lenticular cloud. If I had not been speaking to a former member of Patton's personal staff, and if the picture of the general himself had not been staring at me from the back wall, I probably would have gotten up and left at that