...since this was also a great honor for me to drive our "boss" around through the area under the cover of night, and fog, if possible. After the last preparations had then been made, Billy and I drove away from the house around 7:30 p.m.
I had often accompanied Billy to his contact sites as a companion or driver. This time I drove along at a moderate speed, following instructions Billy continually received by telepathic means from Semjase. Apart from the directions indicating the way, only little or nothing at all was said. In the beginning we traveled in the general direction of Tablat - Saland, along the "lowlands" on good, broad roads.
Shortly before we reached the buildings of Wittwe AG, a prefabrication company in Saland, we suddenly took a hard left and drove uphill on a very narrow roadway. Shortly afterward, we passed a small farming village. The good Ford continued its tortuous path uphill and its dependable purring was only interrupted by Billy's brief indication of direction. To the right, left, straight ahead, right, etc. So around 7:45 p.m. we reached a sort of high valley (Säcklen) which, as I was just able to make out on this "cow night," bordered on the even darker edges of the woods to the left and right. The headlights of our car skimmed ghostlike over the bushes and along the roadway. Then the lights got lost in the murkiness far ahead.
"Pull in here," said Billy, sounding really chipper and full of pep. "Yes, here. Stop! You can just turn." He did not say a thing about parking, so I got ready to drive off in the opposite direction. "Stop - stop!!!"
That is just the point! With Billy you often do not know what to expect! It could happen that a driver left in the dark would not quite know what to do or not to do. I automatically assumed that we had somehow taken a wrong turn; it would not have been the first time...
But we had not taken a wrong turn and destination XY had been reached.
Impressive as ever, Billy swung out of the car and glanced towards the woods, following the stirred-up jingling apparently coming from a nearby cattle pasture. Glowing, small lights became visible and disappeared again. Well, all right, cattle eyes also just happen to shine in the night.
While I was trying to neatly park the car so we could drive away without difficulty at the end of the contact, Billy briefly said good-bye, but not before casting a confirming glance at the stars, at his stars. Without a sound he disappeared under the cloak of an ever-darker night. I could still see him for several meters, and then I was alone.
An almost eerie stillness enveloped me, which was interrupted now and then by an increasingly calmer jingling. Suddenly I felt the cold, which mercilessly reached for me through my thin jacket.
So I then got back into the car, let the cassette tape play and provided a little warmth with the heater blower. I then leisurely lit a cigarette, enjoyed its taste and kept watch like a lynx for possible pursuers. But nothing stirred. About thirty minutes must have passed before I stepped out of the car again to stretch my legs that had become icy-cold during this guard duty.
Then I unexpectedly had the feeling or the notion of having seen something glimmer to the right of me, halfway between the roadway and the edge of the woods. I placed my entire attention on full alert, quietly hastened back to the car and searched among all the junk in the glove compartment for the Russian hatchet (throwing ax). I carefully laid the hatchet on the seat, left the door open with the light switched off and fully concentrated on the "hot spot" again.
Indeed -- I then heard heavy steps rustle through the wet and almost 20 centimeter (8-in.) high grass. From all indications, it could only have been the steps of a grown man. Every now and then, a strange sort of light began to glimmer. The rustling steps became louder, and sounded as though two croppers were taking turns at cutting the wet grass some distance away. The light reflections were now easier to recognize in the light of the stars. A real feeling of warmth enveloped my heart with the thought that ...but that is certainly impossible ... How do I come up with such ridiculous thoughts? Where is this strangely peaceful feeling coming from? Could it be...?
Oddly enough, I had absolutely no feeling of uneasiness or danger.So it could not have meant danger for Billy or for me. Certainly not! It was probably just the farmer wanting to look after his cattle. But that strange looking rain gear? Odd -- and at that time of night?
As a precautionary measure, I checked the position of my weapon again while the brisk steps moved along close by the edge of the woods.
You just wait, farmer boy, I'll give you a proper fright. You see, it was suddenly clear to me that the halogen headlights were quite capable at this relatively short distance of abruptly illuminating a "night bird" like this one in the brightness of light. Quickly checking the direction of the car to determine the aim of the floodlight surprise -- another double-check glance into the night. Man alive! I cautiously seated myself behind the instruments and looked again through the windshield. Can I see anything at all through the glass? You bet I can see... It just began to glimmer again. This all happened within seconds and with extreme intensity.
Wonderful how this unsuspecting "bird" is groping his way right into my snare of light. Only a few more meters. I feverishly fumbled for the ignition. The key was inserted. My halogen light is nothing without turning the ignition key. The glimmering man was drawing ever closer to the destination point I had set. Only a few seconds now. The ignition key was already warm and moist. Now by turning the ignition lock and switching on the halogen-light at the same time, I "opened fire" with a virtual flood of light.
A broad beam of white light flowed around a man clothed in a silvery shining "cloak." His step only faltered for a moment. Another two or three steps and he reached the border of darkness. Away! And that was supposed to be a farmer? I quickly let the motor roar, shifted gears, and then turned the car so I could capture his appearance in the headlights again. I just managed to catch a glimpse of the man retreating into the woods. Several branches cracked, and the spooking was over. Only a few minutes later, Billy suddenly sprung up in front of the car from out of nowhere. He grinned at me, amused, and then startled me by asking if I always took pleasure in frightening harmless hikers. Had it not been for my neck, my lower jaw would certainly have dropped to the ground.
When I asked him how he knew all of that, he only smirked. As for me, I did not know what to think. Billy then continued the conversation. "Have you truly no idea to whom you gave such a fright?"
Of course I had a vague notion. But knowing the great precautions our Pleiadian friends take when moving about on our planet, I did not dare utter a word. I, too, have become very careful with my remarks, especially with respect to our friends, since how easily could...
Well, now, "it" truly had been our friend Quetzal, and Billy had monitored the situation on the screen [inside the craft].
At this point before continuing his account, Englebert Wächter inserts an extract from Contact Report #135 of October 9, 1980, which commenced at 7:44 p.m. Most of the extract is an official FIGU translation, and part from the translation of Benjamin Stevens. Billy first speaks with Quetzal near the landed ship, where Semjase is apparently located.
Billy: This is but a short visit, Quetzal, if you want to go again before I'm actually right there.
Quetzal: 1. I have only taken a short walk and want to end it now. 2. Menara* waits for me a few hundred meters away with a herd of cows. 3. We also have our ship in the vicinity there.
Billy: Oh, I see, then you are probably the reason why the cattle are so restless up there on the southeastern slope of the forest.
Quetzal: 4. That may very well be, because Menara is with the cows, which have done this to her and with which she is gladly occupied.
Billy: That, too. Then be careful, however, when you go up there because Engelbert waits not too far from that place in his car. Your silvery rain cloak just isn’t good, despite this rainy darkness.
Quetzal: 5. That is correct, but I will be directed according to your words.
[Billy is now inside the ship with Semjase, while Quetzal and Menara are outside. After 47 sentences from Semjase the contact conversation resumes here.]
Semjase 48. ...One moment, Quetzal is calling me over the communicator.
Quetzal: 9. I just had quite a scare.
Billy: That's quite clear to see [on the ship's viewing screen], but look there, girl, the guy is grinning again. What's the matter with him?
Semjase 49. One moment and he will tell us.
Quetzal: 10. (Visible on the communicator screen.) Like any other hiker, I was walking through the night to get to Menara. 11. I had reached the high edge of the woods unchallenged, just several meters away from the pasture fence where Menara was waiting for me by the cows, when I was suddenly standing in the glare of two light beam devices. 12. Looking around, badly startled for a moment, I saw two auto headlights belonging to Engelbert's vehicle, as was determined by my analyzer. 13. He must have observed me despite the dark night and thought that some stranger was roaming around who could possibly waylay our friend. 14. That is my assumption.
Billy: Quetzal, didn't you pull off your silvery shining cloak?
Quetzal: 15. No, my friend, I did not find it necessary, as I assumed that Engelbert could not observe or see me in the darkness.
Billy: Then you thought too little too late, my son.
Quetzal: 16. That is correct. 17. On the next occasion, I shall take better care.
Billy: Well, the world won't go under because of it. Engelbert certainly had his fun watching you run into the hammer even if he supposedly did not do this on purpose, he had no way of knowing that it was you and not some wretched night scoundrel or other earthling.
Quetzal: 18. Certainly not, and that is why I did not feel assaulted or otherwise threatened. 19. It was simply a momentary scare, which made me uncertain. 20. In any case, you should explain the facts to him and extend to him my greetings. 21. Good-bye.
Billy: So long. --- [now speaking directly to Semjase] It really got to him. I would have liked to have seen his face.
Semjase: 50. That surely would have been quite a funny sight.
Billy: Quetzal must have been more than 100 meters (330 ft.) away when he ran into the headlight beam. Why he did that at all is still not clear to me. And can anything happen to you from the vibrations of the earthlings at this distance? According to my knowledge, you can come within 90-100 meters (297-330 ft.) of the earth people without protective equipment and not expose yourselves to any type of vibrational danger.
Semjase: 51. The last part of your assessment is correct, but in the second part [first part], you made a mistake in your reasoning: 52. Quetzal, with certainty, did not run into a beam of light from a headlight but must have suddenly been caught by it in the midst of the darkness.
[Wächter now concludes his account:]
As we [Billy and Englebert] drove the car off the branched road and started home, the halogen headlight beam skimmed along the edge of the woods. The beam was indecently bright, and Quetzal, who had reached the dark-skinned beauty, Menara, was once again immersed in bright light. Standing peacefully beside each other at the pasture fence, they vanished from the beam of our homeward bound car into the darkness.
Dear readers, there are not enough words to portay my feelings about such an experience.
*Menara is a dark-skinned woman from the Lyra system. She belongs to one of the races befriended by the Plejarens who were stationed on Earth for eleven years (1975-86). She often acted as contact person in place of Semjase or Quetzal.