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replied instantly that it was a holding point in a neighboring state, a radio marker beacon. He showed it to me on the airways sectional map, and sure enough, there it was—Eaglehill. There evidently was some type of small village by that name, although it did not show on any of the road maps we had. This put a whole new prospect on the message. Therefore, on the afternoon of July 3, I left home for the long drive over to Eaglehill. I drove into the small town nearest to the supposed site, checked into a local motel, had a casual dinner, and went to bed early. At exactly seven the next morning, I drove into the crossroads called Eaglehill. It consisted of two or three houses, a garage, and a store, all situated around a small country crossroads. Not a very impressive place, to say the least. It looked like it had not changed in the last thirty or forty years. I pulled over to the side and stopped the car. Several local citizens sitting outside the garage looked at me curiously as I sat and waited. I waited for over an hour and nothing happened. No one approached me. I didn’t feel anything except first excitement and then disappointment. Finally, sometime after eight o’clock, under curious stares, I started the car and drove up through Eaglehill and into the countryside beyond. I drove about two miles further and there was nothing but farms. I returned to the crossroads and turned west and drove several miles. Again, nothing different, no one signaled me, nothing except country and farms. I turned around and drove east. It was all the same. I returned to my post at the crossroads, sat in the car, and waited. When it got to be twelve o’clock, I decided that it had all been an illusion, returned to the motel, checked out, and had lunch. It was either the wrong Eaglehill, or I understood it wrong, misinterpreted, or it was all a hoax or a dream. After much contemplation, I finally decided where my mistake was. The invitation or request was not that I go to Eaglehill physically: it was that I be there in an out-of-body state. What the invitation did not take into account was how difficult it is for me to go directly to a specific place, rather than a person.