The following account of how John Winston met a woman from Venus is an extended example of his storytelling style. In particular, his use of nested levels of narrative creates an almost dreamlike effect.

A fellow teacher saw me doing this while we were sitting around a lunch table. Some days later this person came in, rather excited, and said, "Mr. Winston, you are not going to believe what happened to me."

I then told him to tell me and we would see if I would believe him. He related the following story:

"Last night while doing the second job that I have of fixing people's televisions, I was talking to this lady and was telling her about the things that you were doing and that you believed in the space people and how I thought you were an idiot.

"She than said to me, 'You shouldn't make fun of him. He was telling you the truth. I myself am from Venus.' "

"I didn't believe the lady and asked her to tell me more. She then informed me that she had been brought here when she was 2 years old, given to her earthly foster parents, and they were told where she came from by the space people who gave her away."

"I then asked her why she came here. She said that she came here for the same reason we sometimes send our children to Europe, for her education. She said that people on Venus are more advanced than we are here on Earth."

"I then asked her, 'If you are so advanced, then why don't you and your people come down here and make slaves of us?' She then added that they were not interested in doing anything like that."

"Finally the lady got so mad at me that she nearly threw me out of her house."

So that is what my fellow teacher told me.

I asked and he gave me her address. I attempted to find her the next day but didn't find her. I then checked with my guru, or teacher, called Merle Fagot and he said that things of great importance sometimes take a great deal of effort to accomplish. I then checked with my fellow teacher and he said that he had forgotten to tell me that the lady had planned to move. He gave me the new address and I went searching again.

I traveled for a long time, got lost and then finally found a place that had just her initials on the mailbox. I knocked and she opened the door. She looked (like) and was the same size as the folk singer called Joan Baez -- this happened about 1964 -- and she looked to be about 24 years old. She was carrying a large, fat baby that was half Caucasian and half Hawaiian. Her husband, I found out, was a very jealous prize fighter.

I told her that I was the person that the TV repairman told her about and I had been told that she was from Venus. She looked at me like the cat that ate the canary and said that she didn't want to talk about it. I then said that I would come back sometime when her husband was there. She then told me that she didn't talk about it with her husband anymore.

I then asked her if she was familiar with telepathy and she said that she was. I then told her that I believed that she was telling the truth to my fellow teacher. She didn't say anything out loud, but said to me telepathically, "I stand by my words. They are true."

I then told her that I was writing a book and she got very excited and told me to be sure to not put her name in the book. I told her that I would forget her name and I did. I then told her the address of my guru, or teacher, and his phone number and informed her that if she ever wanted to leave this planet just give him a call and he could tell his space friends to give her a ride off the planet.

So that was that.