On the evening of 1 July, 1994, around 22:20 hours, I was happy to have the long and hot day behind me and finally find rest between the cool sheets of my bed. Scarcely had I settled myself down and at the day's conclusion yet seized a magazine, when there was a knock at my door and I heard Billy ask, "Are you already in bed?" On my weak response, "Yes, sure," there followed the unmistakable request, "Englebert and I need you right away."
Being well bred and obedient to the receipt of orders, I naturally knew just what I had to do. As I called out, "I'll be right with you!" I slipped into the necessary things, and not two minutes later stood before my door, where the two waited for me. Billy began bluntly, I should go quickly and bring certain concerns that we handle together. After we had quickly come to an understanding, it occurred to me that on this same day a Passive FIGU member sought me out to present an idea, which I, for my part, now relayed to Billy. I handed him the piece of paper that had been given to me and about which I had just told him. While we discussed it, my gaze went from the direction of the fairy fish pond [see map, No. 18] to the west above the roof of the carriage house [No. 8 on map], where I noticed a bright movement in the sky. With a second look it was already very clear to me that it involved a beamship that was a little brighter than the brightest star. With this recognition I immediately cried out, "Billy, look there -- a ship!" After brief doubt at first, he confirmed my conclusion. Bright and silent, the splendid stellar object moved along straight over our heads at a relatively small height. After about a minute the ship was already almost right over us, and Billy said, "Could you make somewhat more light," and it was not difficult to notice him, at the same moment, concentrating on the flying star. Indeed, on his intervention the ship began, at first imperceptively, then more obviously, to brighten, until it more than doubled the brightness it had before, and while it slowly but steadily moved away, it beamed brighter on this evening than an unusually brightly beaming Venus does.
I had detected the object, which moved in a straight line from west to east completely silently at a height of only about 4-5000 meters, around 22:35 hours, and we observed it until its bright light disappeared behind the fan-shaped leaves of the bhodi tree, which grew behind the fairy fish pond. The duration of the sighting was around 4-5 minutes; an event that in the last years had become a precious rarity, at least in this form! The last time Billy and I, together with Eva, had had another spectacular sighting was many months ago. At that time we observed for close to an hour an irregularly sparkling object that moved back and forth across the whole western sky, and sporadically and completely irregularly blazed up with a whitish-grey flash; until it quickly moved to the north, where we last saw its flashes.
Such observations, in which the beamship in unusual ways lets itself be seen, as for example with especially bright flaring, with an extraordinary flight path or with conspicuous lights flashing at unusual intervals, have in the last ten years become very rare. Ships [ET craft], which at very great heights pass over our sky more or less quickly as faint, non-flashing and inconspicuous lights, we see somewhat regularly. Everything else, however, has unfortunately become a rarety, and in the meantime we especially value it when we once again have the pleasure of witnessing a special performance.