I decided, as an experiment, to attempt some further telepathic communication in the lobby of the Park-Sheraton Hotel...I transmitted a telepathic request which went something like this; 'If any of you people from elsewhere are in the New York vicinity, please come and sit down right next to me and prove it'...Suddenly a man entered the lobby whose demeanour put me on alert. Dressed in a charcoal-grey business suit with a white shirt and dark tie, he could have passed for a businessman from Madison Avenue. He was five feet ten inches tall, with curly fair hair, a tanned complexion, and perfectly proportioned features, and he appeared to be about 35 years of age. He came and sat down beside me. From his attache case he took out a copy of the New York Times. Unfolding this he began to turn the pages over in a rather deliberate and superficial manner.
After he refolded the paper, I felt the time had come to ask him telepathically if he was really from another planet, and if so, would he please identify himself by placing his right index finger on the right side of his nose. The response was immediate and dramatic, for no sooner had I transmitted the thought than he did precisely that!....I attempted more telepathy but nothing happened. Perhaps I should have engaged him in conversation, but being British (clearly a drawback to intergalactic communications), I had reservations about such an approach....After a few more minutes he gave me a long penetrating stare, then turned and walked out into Seventh Avenue. I never saw him again.
I wonder where would be a good place to find aliens.....
