SUBJECT: TWO PEOPLE RIDE ON A ALIEN CRAFT FILE: UFO1443 PART 2 Article 4345 of alt.alien.visitors: Newsgroups: alt.alien.visitors From: pullen@cs.washington.edu (Walter D. Pullen) Subject: "Do you want to work for our mission?" Message-ID: <1992Mar23.234900.23583@beaver.cs.washington.edu> Summary: An extraterrestrial visitation story Keywords: Alpha Centauri Sender: news@beaver.cs.washington.edu (USENET News System) Organization: University of Washington Computer Science Date: Mon, 23 Mar 92 23:49:00 GMT Lines: 344 The following is a (true) short story which took place about 15 years ago in Latin America. I got the excerpt from the book "UFO Contact from the Pleiades", by Wendelle Stevens, pages 186-193. In it, a man has an incredible encounter with a UFO, in which, after he learns of the true mission of the extraterrestrials, is faced with a difficult decision he must make. I post this not only because it is an interesting story, but because it is an accurate portrayal of the anxiety and disbelief that many are familiar with concerning these matters. Actually, there is another reason why I am posting this, which is based on the apparent decision our contactee comes to. Anyway, enjoy the following, which is written as a letter from the contactee to a friend: ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Trinidad (Bolivia), the 2nd of January 1976 -- "Dear Friends: "During my travels over the world, I have now come to Trinidad. My place is at the Marmore river in the Llas de Mojos in Bolivia. I am here three days now, and have already realized many very interesting things. I have typed many pages of my impressions and experiences. But, yesterday, early in the morning, I had an experience which nearly made me "jump out of my boots". I first considered it a hallucination or a tropical frenzy, before I could convince myself of being well. Perhaps you will feel the same when you read these lines. But you know well that I am no dreamer, and thus you simply have to believe me, though this will surely be difficult for you. It is all so crazy that even today I search for mistakes in my brains and even consider the possibility of dreaming. But, nevertheless all happened exactly as I write this to you, still clear in my impressions of yesterday's events, which simply was unbelievable even for me. I cannot express it otherwise. Do not consider me crazy or ill, for I am neither the one nor the other. I am as normal as you, and as well not addicted to fantasies, as you well know. But now let me tell you my experience of yesterday." "It was just 5 o'clock in the morning when I rolled out of my bed and began to prepare for going this day to the far environs of Trinidad. About 10 minutes after getting up, I observed something in the morning sky which I simply could not believe. I had already read and heard about flying saucers, but never gave them much thought or consideration, and never believed them to be real. I always thought such assertions were jokes. But now, very calmly and without noise, such a flying object passed over Trinidad, descended more and more, and finally disappeared somewhere behind the trees of the forest. I believed myself dreaming and rubbed my eyes, as this simply could not be true, what I had just seen. From my standing position the object looked like two laid together, semi-rounded great discs, just like a discus looks." "At first I sat down for a while and deliberated. Perhaps I should return to civilization and have myself examined by a medic. But then I decided that I had better examine the occurrence more thoroughly before I should decide on that step. I took my compass then and determined the direction where I had seen the object going down. Then I packed a bundle and marched out, always checking the direction by the compass. This was nearly east. With much trouble and sweat I penetrated the environment and made it through the rankly growing backwood, on and always on. It seemed I would never get there, and I already wanted to give up and return. I was three or more hours on the way and still had found nothing, and so I must have suffered a hallucination. From my calculations I should have come upon the object by now if it really had landed. I was breathing heavily and soaked with sweat and wanted to go back. In spite of that, I did not turn around, for something forced me irresistibly forwards. It seemed I was being drawn forward without a will to resist. I was attracted, like by a magnet, which I simply could not resist. This might have continued for another half an hour. I finally decided I was crazy, because I suddenly realized something very big and metallic glittering through the bushes. At first I was paralyzed in unbelief, then got control of myself and struggled through the last of the barriers. Once more I considered this a dream, because in a clearing was floating, only about one meter above the ground, a great discus of metal, certainly 14 or 15 meters in diameter. There was no noise, or else the tones were inaudible, and yet this discus floated free above the ground simply in the air. Like I was tied up, I stood there, only about 20 meters away from the object and stared unbelieving. I could not think any more. I also could not walk. I am used to a lot in all my travels, and not easily disturbed, but this, I realized, just paralyzed me. This simply could not be true, because it just could not exist." "I don't know how long I stood there, unmoving. I only know something suddenly touched my arm, and that I then turned, like in a dream, and what I saw paralyzed me still more, because beside me were standing two men in diver's suits! I still remember wondering about that, and asked myself why these two would run in the middle of the jungle in diver's dresses. Then I realized many differences. These dresses were very evidently much lighter in weight than any diver's suits known to me, and the silvery color was not like any diver's suits I knew of. The two blonde men wore no helmets or other environmental headgear, but had on their suits strange looking instruments of different size and form. Still paralyzed, I could not speak a word, though the men, who evidently belonged to the flying saucer, did not look malicious and even laughed in a friendly way. Then one of them spoke, but I could not understand a single word. Then the second one tried but to no better result. I did not understand a word. Their language seemed totally strange to me, but of a melodic and sympathetic sound that in any event calmed me and seemed to loosen my paralysis." "Both men were about the same size, the size of myself, about 1.74 meters. They took me by the arms and guided me to their spacecraft, which I allowed without resistance. About 5 meters from the spacecraft they had set up some peculiar things, among which were some strange stools or chairs, on which we sat down. I still could not speak. Smiling in a friendly way now, one of them spoke to me, but again I could not understand anything. His speaking had the effect of releasing the paralysis and the stiffness was now gone. I became very calm, and now suddenly I could speak too. In Spanish I inquired in astonishment about this incomprehensible occurrence, yet now, evidently, I was not understood. So I tried English with the same result, as well by my German language of home. We simply could not talk to each other. Then once more one of the men spoke to me in his melodic soft voice while he reached to his waist and switched on a device handing there. It was no bigger than a cigarette box. While speaking suddenly his language changed, and just as suddenly I heard Spanish words, then French, and then German. I don't know why but I was joyfully excited about this, which the man must have noticed because the German language remained on, and now I realized the men talking to me in my native language. I still remember very clearly what they first said, "...now we can talk together by means of our language translator. Be greeted and do not fear. We are here in peace and will depart in peace again." These were the first words I could understand, and I will surely never forget them or the sounding of their words. It so impressed me that I memorized all very deeply, believe me." "And now that we could talk with one another, I was asked if I could understand and remember well when they, these men, explained different things to me. I answered affirmatively, explaining that I would write it all down in shorthand at once, if this were allowed, because I was accustomed to this. One answered that this would be very good, but what was short-hand writing. I wondered about the question but answered him, for which he thanked me. I got out my shorthand block and pencil and began to take down a true account of all that was said among us. Therefore I can give you a true account, word by word, of our conversation. You will be astonished and unbelieving as I was myself, but let me give it to you all in order as I have written it down:" "I am Kahun", one of the men said. "I am called Athar", was the pronouncement of the other. "My name is Horst Fenner", I explained to them. "You live here in the wild land?" Athar asked. "No, I am only a tourist here, as I am from Germany." "What is a tourist?" Athar asked me. "A visitor", was my answer. "Then Athar and I are tourists", said Kahun "How shall I understand this?" was my question. "We are not from this world, which you call Earth," answered Kahun. "How shall I understand this now?" I asked in astonishment. "We are from the stars," answered Kahun, "We are not creatures from this world". "You want to make a joke with me don't you?" I asked, as I really believed they were joking. "No, we come from the stars you call Proxima Centauri", was the answer of Kahun. "That is the next solar system to this one, a distance of a rounded 50 billion kilometers according to your distance measurement." "This can't be, but that's utopical", I meant. (It is easier when I just put the names of the speakers before each quote, so I will write it this way.) Kahun: We do not joke. Horst: Then you must be star-men. Kahun: So we are, if you want to call us that. Horst: I cannot believe this. Athar: We do not speak untruth. Horst: Shall I really believe this of you? Kahun: It is the truth. Horst: This is unbelievable; what are you doing here? Kahun: We often come to this Earth. We observe the events here and consider the development of the human beings. Unfortunately they are very much behind in their religious development because of political intrigues. The humans of Earth could cause very much mischief by their wrong development and struggles for power which may even result in other more distant star systems becoming involved. Because of this we come to Earth and observe and to prevent, if necessary, worse things from developing. Horst: This sounds quite unbelievable. Athar: We speak the truth. Horst: If you really speak the truth, what will you be able to do if something really goes wrong? Kahun: Have no hesitation, we are not alone. Besides our Centaurians are still different other space-races on this Earth. Some of these originate from much greater distances than we. Horst: This all sounds utopian to me. What do you intend to do against the development of Earth? You cannot yet change all by power. This would lead to a war. And wherefrom are the other starmen? Kahun: I have explained to you that we ae telling the truth. It is not utopical. As well we don't want to take any measure against the Earth. For this we have no justification, especially not by power, which is interdicted for us. So you need not expect and fear a war from our side. We have many friends on Earth with whom we have contact, and who operate under our advices and orders in a peaceful manner for the benefit of all Earth human beings. They spread the knowledge of our existence and word about our mission. You name these, your fellow creatures, contactees. They work in our order and are attacked with enmity because of that. One accuses them of lying and deceit, against which they, unfortunately, cannot defend themselves. It is also unfortunate that among these good contactee elements are others who lie and deceive and make jokes, by which our mission is not helped. The more important contactees are often exposed to greater enmites and even have their lives threatened. There is a man who was educated as a prophet of the presence, whose mission is most important, because he must bring anew the real lessons of truth toward Earth-human beings. This is the lesson which you call the lesson of Spirit. These lessons were transmitted to him from very high spheres of spirit, in connection with space-races coming from the starsigns Lyria, the Pleiades and the DAL-Universe. Besides these there are staying on Earth still different other cosmic races who come here regularly. Important missions are performed by these space-races who belong to the Pleiadian star group, because they are the distant descendents of the forefathers of the Earth human beings, for which reason this great mission belongs to their field of operation. These cosmic races maintain three different stations on the Earth. They are under the leadership of one called Quetzal, whose deputy is a woman about 350 earth years old called Semjase. She is a daughter of the leader of the Pleiadian spacefleet. An Earth contactee of the Pleiadian group is a man about 40 years old who lives in Switzerland, and is known as Billy." Kahun (contd): Different space-races are visiting the Earth as well as Earth's neighbor planets, Venus and Mars, where there are only a few in small surface stations because these planets are uncolonizable and hostile. This is also true of other planetary bodies in this solar system where the Earth alone is habitable and sustaining life of a material spiritual kind, as is known to you. This is a matter of fact which your science may soon witness, in spite of contrary affirmations. Horst: This is unbelievable. Is this really all true? Athar: We speak the truth. Horst: I simply cannot believe it. This sounds like a utopical horror. Kahun: Nevertheless our information is correct. Horst: I will have to believe it whether I want to or not. Your flying saucer is evidence enough for me that you must be right. Athar: We call our flight machine a beamship. Horst: May I know something of its drive? Kahun: We are not allowed to give information about such matters. Horst: I regret. Athar: It would be a great help for us if you could assist us. Horst: Readily, what shall I do? Athar: We want to entrust you with a mission in connection with our existence. Horst: Should I perhaps write something about you? Kahun: This would serve our mission. Horst: I am not crazy. No human being wold take this story for true from me, and I would be considered crazy. Kahun: As you wish. Then our troubles were in vain. We must leave now. Horst: Wait, it wasn't meant like that. Perhaps I could try where I would remain anonymous. Athar: How shall we understand this? Horst: Just so, that I do not tell my name. Kahun: That will not suit the purpose. Horst: What shall I do then? Kahun: You would have to go public as a contact person. Horst: I cannot. I am not crazy. Athar: Then our conversation is finished. Horst: I regret this very much but you must understand me. Kahun: If this is your last decision, then we have finished our conversation. Horst: So be if it must, but I simply can't do otherwise. Can you answer me a question? Kahun: If it does not concern our flight means and instruments, then yes. Horst: Before you spoke of people who call themselves contactees, but are not... can you tell me something about these. Athar: Why are you interested in that if you want to remain silent? Horst: It is only a question. On the other hand you have convinced me that you really have come from the stars. I would like to learn more, but I cannot go out publicly, as you suggest. On one hand no one would believe me, and on the other, I am not suited for this. Kahun: You may be right. Yet, as well, it is your right to know the truth... (Here some names were mentioned). Horst: Dear, are there so many? Athar: There are still more of them, but they are rather few in comparison to the true contactees. Don't you perhaps, want to work for our mission? Horst: It is enticing, but I really cannot. Maybe at a later time. I must discuss this with someone else first, thoroughly, who knows the whole matter and who is best informed. Can you tell me someone? Kahun: Go to the most important man of all, but you cannot assume your task later. You must decide this now. Either you know already what is your duty and what you are able to do, or we must renounce our aid. We must be very severe here. Horst: So I must deny it, for I cannot make a decision now, I regret. I will deliberate on this all and perhaps try, at least, to publish this experience with you. Athar: This would delight us and will be useful too. But now, you really must go, because we still have to perform other labors. We regret that we have guided you here in vain. Go along in peace and do not fear. "So far I could write the conversation according to its words, and in the end, all no longer appeared so fantastic to me. After more friendly words we said goodbye, and I walked the hours back to Trinidad, where I arrived shortly before night. All night I lay and considered this, and I thought of having acted quite stupid, as I could perhaps have experienced still more from Kahun and Athar by a sham-agreement. My only thought was that I would be taken for crazy, if I would indeed publish something about this. Now I really do not know what I should think of it all, and whether I could have dreamed it. Please talk about it with my father and pastor and ask them for their opinion, which please let me know soon. Do also ask the pastor whether or not one should spread such talk. If he thinks this should be done, then please do it. I but ask that neither my address or yours is revealed, because I do not want to be troubled upon my return... I await an answer by you with your opinion. In one month I may be in La Paz where you can reach me at the usual address." Best wishes until then, and kind greetings to all. Your Globetrotting Friend, s/Horst ------------------------- FURTHER COMMENTS ------------------------- Six years after Horst Fenner's letter to his friend, "Astronomy" magazine for January 1982 published a feature article by Paul Patton entitled, "The Three Suns of Centaurus," in which he points out the possibility, even the probability of one of those suns, Alpha Centauri A, having atmospheric planets even similar to our Earth. Alpha Centauri A has been catalogued in spectral class G2 V, the same as our Sun, and has a mass 1.08 and luminosity 1.3 times that of our own luminary. Alpha Centauri's surface temperature is only 230K hotter, 6000K vs. 5770K; and its diameter a little larger, having comparative radii of 7.3x10^10 cm vs. 6.9x10^10 cm for our central body. It is about the same age in time and is calculated to have an eco-system capable of supporting planets just like ours which may be a little wider and a little farther out. Although they have not been seen, there is no fundamental reason why atmospheric planets just like ours, with life similar to us, could not survive and even flourish there. If we allow any credence at all for this contact in southern Bolivia or the contacts going on in Switzerland and the statements by those visitors that human life has a common ancestry in space, we may have to accept possibility that some humans are already traveling the cosmos and may even be coming here. This also challenges both the Creational and the Evolutionary theories of our own origin which have come into dispute lately. -- -|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|- | Walter D. "Cruiser1" Pullen | pullen@lynx.cs.washington.edu | -|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|- | "Who am I, What am I? As I am, I am not. But as we are, I AM. And to | - you my creation, My Perfect Love is your Perfect Freedom. 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