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Date: January 1954 Time: 0200A
While driving the winding roads that separate Mexico City from Acapulco,
Armando Zurbaran only concern was arriving at the Pacific port city before
sunrise, in order to meet a business partner. At some point during the drive, he was
overcome by an almost hypnotic state of lethargy, which caused him to pull over.
Not far ahead on the road, he was able to see a number of men clad in overalls with
wide belts gathered around a strange, brilliantly lit object. Before he realized, and
having no idea how it happened, he was walking toward the object, escorted by the
longhaired men. A slight buzzing sound filled his ears as he entered the saucer.
Zurbaran was going down in history as his country’s first Contactee (how about
Salvador Villanueva in 1953) and this was his first question to the ship’s captain,
“Why had he been chose for this honor” “You are neither the first nor last
earthman to be chosen for testing” his host replied. “Our task, slow though it may
seem, is designed to persuade. We choose the likeliest, most malleable persons for
contact, so that they might better transmit our messages.” Zurbaran was then
treated to a review of the smallest details of his life on a screen within the vehicle’s
wall and a tour of the ship’s interior, guided by one of the fair, longhaired crewmen
(reminiscent of Adamski’s visitors) who answered each of the puzzled human’s
questions in detail. The space travelers, he learned, employed a gravity repulsion
system to cover the distance between their home world and Earth, scanning the
space ahead of them with a radar-like device to dispel any objects that may lie in
their path. Unlike other contactee stories of the time, Zurbaran’s visitors did not
claim to originate from any planet in the Solar System, nor did they mention their
planet of origin by name. The craft, he learned, had taken off while he was unaware
and was now in space. Zurbaran peeked out a porthole, hoping for a glimpse of the
world seen from above, but could only see a grayish mist until at a distance of 40,000
km, the ship’s captain pointed out the planet to him through another porthole.
Excited by the vista, the human asked the captain if he could perhaps be taken to
visit their world, but his request was turned down. He was told that perhaps
someday such an invitation would be tendered, at the right moment. Zurbaran was
able to sleep a normal sleep and eat with the UFO’s crew. His description of taking a
shower in space is particularly memorable, “I shall never be able to forget it. That
bathroom was a new and unimaginable experience for me. Standing upright, facing
an angle of the wall filled with tiny holes, I was covered in warm air, and as it grew
stronger, it became transformed into damp air, impregnating my skin like a warm,
wet breeze. When I was completely drenched, I was offered a sort of liquid soap,
which I rubbed all over myself, from head to toe. Standing once more before the
warm air sprinklers, I felt the soap begin to evaporate and my skin become
completely clean. The air then ceased to be damp, turning dry and warm
instead…becoming colder until agreeably cool.” Breakfast in orbit around the
planet consisted of fruit juices tasting imperceptibly of mangoes or other tropical
fruits. The ship’s captain advised him that to his people, milk was a principal source
of nourishment, but that they did not get it from cows but from a mixture of
terrestrial and marine plant life. Zurbaran ate grilled meat, butter and cheese in the
vehicle’s mess-room. He was told that the provisions were transported aboard the
craft via telepathy (). Unknown to Zurbaran, thousands of miles away, in the
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