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 | <br><div style="padding:23px 28px 23px 28px; box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); background-color:#F5F5F5"><div style="text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:19px">Beamship Symphony</div><br>We never could have imagined in the early morning of the 18th of July 1980, what was to come to our ears in magnificent fullness of sound in the evening of the same day.<br>Tired and weary, as a result of an accident that happened a few months ago and after a day's work, I drove my car on course for home. Since we, my wife Maria-Barbara and I, still had to handle some unpostponable commissions along the way, we trundled into our nest in Hinterschmidrüti at about 18:30 hrs.<br>We had barely emerged from the car, however, when Billy stopped us in his own friendly way. “Are you ready?”, he turned to me with mischievously twinkling eyes. He was still lacking a strong man, he said, turning around to immediately disappear into his office, where he still had to make the last preparations.<br>Since we of Hinterschmidrüti were long accustomed to be constantly “on the ball,” it only took a split second before we realised that our Billy had to tackle something important in connection with his mission that was very heavily burdening on him, with which a few more people could very well be of use to him.<br>We were still busy unpacking the trunk, when shortly thereafter, Billy once again directed his steps to us: “In ten minutes, it will be so far – we will make SHIP SOUND RECORDINGS.” Now we knew what we had to do – Billy needed an additional "street guard" who was ready to not let even a mouse through to the recording location. The task of us all was to hermetically seal off all access and transit routes.<br>Now after Billy loaded his special little tractor and trailer with technical equipment and had got going, in order to strive toward the recording destination at about 18:50 hrs, I, who was still busy with our orders in the car, shouted for the umpteenth time for a good coffee. But my Barbara seemed to be swallowed by the Earth, and my call faded away apparently unheard in the widths of our high valley.
 So I, slightly vexed, still unloaded our trunk completely.<br>I was not the only one who was somewhat moody at the time of Billy's departure – even Jacobus had become antsy, after he kept a lookout in vain for the street guard, whom he should have transported at the specified time. Our people were still rushing around everywhere, and each one still had to quickly do this, that, and another…<br>Heavily laden with bags, sacks and boxes, I finally reached our kitchen.
-No trace of my Barbara. I probably had to say goodbye to a coffee before the departure. But at the very last moment, my Lovely, as if by magic, was standing in the kitchen and was busy with cup, coffee powder, hot water, cream and was acting as if we had time to waste. So she had heard me after all, when I yelled for the coffee – this “stone fruit.”<br>As quickly as I could, I poured the hot “quick broth” in myself, took my Barbara in arm, and pulling her out of the kitchen, we, under the reproachful eyes of a half-despairing Jacobus, stumbled to the waiting Rover.<br>Seconds later, there still came Kalliope rushing up – getting in – slamming the Rover's door shut – and off we went, toward Sädelegg. A little late, we reached Billy, who was already waiting on us, who had set up and aligned highly sensitive equipment in the meantime – about 250 metres away from the actual recording location.<br>After Billy had given us the last behavioural instructions, he lively climbed into his vehicle again, in order to go to the actual recording and contact site.<br>In the meantime, we positioned ourselves at all strategically important points and awaited the things that had to come there. We were able to observe as Billy, arriving at the actual recording site, got out of his vehicle. Hurriedly, he began to fiddle about on the trailer, and shortly thereafter, he flung back the tarp, which he locked in the rod system of the trailer in such a way that a small canopy formed as a protection against the rain that had just quietly started. Only a few minutes passed, when all of a sudden, a hurricane of air-shredding sound chased through the hills and valleys in a true pandemonium. A flood of sound waves crashed, mercilessly drumming on our ears, into our auditory canals. Literally intoxicated by the fullness of never-heard-before sound and a never experienced intensity, with which the inner workings of some sound recording devices literally melted away and were placed out of service, we all stood mesmerised on our guard. We all paid close attention to this unique soundscape, which moved along and could be heard, with certainty, for several kilometres. And that this was so, not only did the elderly married couple prove to us, who came rushing from a village about 3 km away and who could not be and refused to be stopped, until somewhat harder words produced the desired effect, but also the various drivers who listened to these sound cascades that were peculiar to them while driving at a 'snail's pace' and with the windows wound down. Also some members of a farming family well-known to us could not stop themselves from jumping on a tractor and slurry tanker at about 800 metres away, in order to see what was actually going on there in the background.<br>Contrary to Semjase's habit of making her ship silent at the appearance of foreign persons by means of an energy shield, this time she let the partly loudly shrieking fullness of sound run free. Too often it had to be done again and again with interruptions; now even Semjase's patience was at an end, and so not only did we come but also all those who were curious and courageous enough to open themselves up to the sounds of a very high technology, to a not-everyday and deeply impressive experience, which lasted no less than around thirty minutes!<br>For the unenlightened, I finally would like to briefly explain the suddenness proceeding from the space- and beamships and the sound vibrations that freely unfold specifically for sound recordings. In the normal air traffic on our planet, the ships, as should already be generally known, are not only shielded from view in an energy field, but also no sound whatsoever penetrates to the outside. These energy protection shields can be opened by the male pilots and female pilots of these ships selectively – the sound has instantaneously free exit.<br>Highly contented about this experience of a Pleiadian Beamship in operation and deeply thankful in ourselves to Billy and Semjase, we headed home at about 8:00pm in the then increasing rain.<br><br><div align="right">Engelbert Wächter, 20th July 1980, Hinterschmidrüti</div>
+No trace of my Barbara. I probably had to say goodbye to a coffee before the departure. But at the very last moment, my Lovely, as if by magic, was standing in the kitchen and was busy with cup, coffee powder, hot water, cream and was acting as if we had time to waste. So she had heard me after all, when I yelled for the coffee – this “stone fruit.”<br>As quickly as I could, I poured the hot “quick broth” in myself, took my Barbara in arm, and pulling her out of the kitchen, we, under the reproachful eyes of a half-despairing Jacobus, stumbled to the waiting Rover.<br>Seconds later, there still came Kalliope rushing up – getting in – slamming the Rover's door shut – and off we went, toward Sädelegg. A little late, we reached Billy, who was already waiting on us, who had set up and aligned highly sensitive equipment in the meantime – about 250 metres away from the actual recording location.<br>After Billy had given us the last behavioural instructions, he lively climbed into his vehicle again, in order to go to the actual recording and contact site.<br>In the meantime, we positioned ourselves at all strategically important points and awaited the things that had to come there. We were able to observe as Billy, arriving at the actual recording site, got out of his vehicle. Hurriedly, he began to fiddle about on the trailer, and shortly thereafter, he flung back the tarp, which he locked in the rod system of the trailer in such a way that a small canopy formed as a protection against the rain that had just quietly started. Only a few minutes passed, when all of a sudden, a hurricane of air-shredding sound chased through the hills and valleys in a true pandemonium. A flood of sound waves crashed, mercilessly drumming on our ears, into our auditory canals. Literally intoxicated by the fullness of never-heard-before sound and a never experienced intensity, with which the inner workings of some sound recording devices literally melted away and were placed out of service, we all stood mesmerised on our guard. We all paid close attention to this unique soundscape, which moved along and could be heard, with certainty, for several kilometres. And that this was so, not only did the elderly married couple prove to us, who came rushing from a village about 3 km away and who could not be and refused to be stopped, until somewhat harder words produced the desired effect, but also the various drivers who listened to these sound cascades that were peculiar to them while driving at a 'snail's pace' and with the windows wound down. Also some members of a farming family well-known to us could not stop themselves from jumping on a tractor and slurry tanker at about 800 metres away, in order to see what was actually going on there in the background.<br>Contrary to Semjase's habit of making her ship silent at the appearance of foreign persons by means of an energy shield, this time she let the partly loudly shrieking fullness of sound run free. Too often it had to be done again and again with interruptions; now even Semjase's patience was at an end, and so not only did we come but also all those who were curious and courageous enough to open themselves up to the sounds of a very high technology, to a not-everyday and deeply impressive experience, which lasted no less than around thirty minutes!<br>For the unenlightened, I finally would like to briefly explain the suddenness proceeding from the space- and beamships and the sound vibrations that freely unfold specifically for sound recordings. In the normal air traffic on our planet, the ships, as should already be generally known, are not only shielded from view in an energy field, but also no sound whatsoever penetrates to the outside. These energy protection shields can be opened by the male pilots and female pilots of these ships selectively – the sound has instantaneously free exit.<br>Highly contented about this experience of a Pleiadian Beamship in operation and deeply thankful in ourselves to Billy and Semjase, we headed home at about 20:00 hrs in the then increasing rain.<br><br><div align="right">Engelbert Wächter, 20th July 1980, Hinterschmidrüti</div>
 | <br><div style="padding:23px 28px 23px 28px; box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); background-color:#F5F5F5"><div style="text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:19px">Strahlschiff-Sinfonie</div><br>Niemals hätten wir uns am frühen Morgen des 18. Juli 1980 träumen lassen, was uns am Abend des gleichen Tages an grossartiger Klangfülle zu Ohren kommen sollte.<br>Müde und abgespannt, als Folge eines sich vor Monaten ereigneten Unfalles und nach des Tages Arbeit, steuerte ich mein Auto auf Heimatkurs.<br>Da wir, meine Frau Maria-Barbara und ich, unterwegs noch einige unaufschiebbare Kommissionen zu tätigen hatten, trudelten wir so gegen 18.30 Uhr in unserem Horst in Hinterschmidrüti ein.<br>Doch kaum dem Wagen entstiegen, stoppte uns Billy in seiner ihm eigenen, freundschaftlichen Art. «Hast du Lust?», wandte er sich mit verschmitzt blitzenden Augen an mich; es fehle ihm noch an einem starken Mann, sagte er und drehte sich um, um sofort wieder in seinem Büro zu verschwinden, wo er noch die letzten Vorbereitungen zu treffen hatte.<br>Da wir Hinterschmidrütener es längst gewohnt waren, ständig ‹auf Draht› zu sein, dauerte es nur Sekundenbruchteile, ehe wir begriffen, dass unser Billy in Verbindung mit seiner ihm sehr schwer auflastenden Mission etwas Wichtiges in Angriff zu nehmen hatte, bei dem ihm noch einige Leute sehr wohl von Nutzen sein konnten.<br>Wir waren noch mit dem Auspacken des Kofferraumes beschäftigt, als kurz darauf Billy seine Schritte abermals auf uns zu lenkte: «In zehn Minuten ist es soweit – wir machen SCHIFFS-TONAUFNAHMEN.» Nun wussten wir, was wir zu tun hatten – Billy brauchte eine zusätzliche ‹Strassenwache›, die bereit war, nicht einmal eine Maus zum Aufnahmeort durchzulassen. Unser aller Aufgabe war es, sämtliche Zu- und Durchfahrtswege hermetisch abzuriegeln.<br>Nachdem nun Billy sein Spezialtraktörchen samt Anhänger, beladen mit technischen Geräten, in Gang gesetzt hatte, um gegen 18.50 h dem Aufnahmeziel entgegenzustreben, rief ich, immer noch mit unseren Einkäufen am Auto beschäftigt, zum wiederholten Mal nach einem guten Kaffee. Doch mein Barbar schien wie vom Erdboden verschluckt zu sein, und mein Ruf verhallte offensichtlich ungehört in den Weiten unseres Hochtales.<br>So lud ich denn, leicht verdrossen, unseren Kofferraum noch gänzlich aus.<br>Nicht nur ich war zum Zeitpunkt von Billys Abfahrt etwas ‹muff› – auch Jacobus war kribbelig geworden, nachdem er vergebens nach der Strassenwache Ausschau hielt, die er doch zur festgesetzten Zeit hätte transportieren müssen. Überall eilten unsere Leute noch umher und ein jedes musste noch schnell dies, das und jenes …<br>Schwer bepackt mit Taschen, Säcken und Schachteln erreichte ich nun endlich unsere Küche.<br>Von meinem Barbar keine Spur. Den Kaffee vor der Abfahrt musste ich wohl in den Kamin schreiben. Doch im allerletzten Moment stand meine Holde wie durch Zauberhand in der Küche, hantierte mit Tasse, Kaffeepulver, heissem Wasser, Rahm und Zucker und tat, als ob wir Zeit zum Vergeuden hätten. Also hatte sie mich doch gehört, als ich nach dem Kaffee brüllte – diese ‹Steinfrucht›.
 So rasch ich nur konnte, schüttete ich die heisse ‹Schnellbrühe› in mich hinein, nahm meinen Barbar am Arm, und sie aus der Küche ziehend, stolperten wir, unter den vorwurfsvollen Blicken eines halbverzweifelten Jacobus, zum bereitstehenden Rover.<br>Sekunden später kam noch Kalliope angerast – einsteigen – Rovertüre ins Schloss geworfen – und los ging die Fahrt, der Sädelegg entgegen. Etwas verspätet erreichten wir den bereits auf uns wartenden Billy, der in der Zwischenzeit – in etwa 250 Meter vom eigentlichen Aufnahmeort entfernt – hochempfindliche Apparaturen aufgestellt und ausgerichtet hatte.

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 | <br><div style="padding:23px 28px 23px 28px; box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); background-color:#F5F5F5"><div style="text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:19px">Beamship Symphony</div><br>We never could have imagined in the early morning of the 18th of July 1980, what was to come to our ears in magnificent fullness of sound in the evening of the same day.<br>Tired and weary, as a result of an accident that happened a few months ago and after a day's work, I drove my car on course for home. Since we, my wife Maria-Barbara and I, still had to handle some unpostponable commissions along the way, we trundled into our nest in Hinterschmidrüti at about 18:30 hrs.<br>We had barely emerged from the car, however, when Billy stopped us in his own friendly way. “Are you ready?”, he turned to me with mischievously twinkling eyes. He was still lacking a strong man, he said, turning around to immediately disappear into his office, where he still had to make the last preparations.<br>Since we of Hinterschmidrüti were long accustomed to be constantly “on the ball,” it only took a split second before we realised that our Billy had to tackle something important in connection with his mission that was very heavily burdening on him, with which a few more people could very well be of use to him.<br>We were still busy unpacking the trunk, when shortly thereafter, Billy once again directed his steps to us: “In ten minutes, it will be so far – we will make SHIP SOUND RECORDINGS.” Now we knew what we had to do – Billy needed an additional "street guard" who was ready to not let even a mouse through to the recording location. The task of us all was to hermetically seal off all access and transit routes.<br>Now after Billy loaded his special little tractor and trailer with technical equipment and had got going, in order to strive toward the recording destination at about 18:50 hrs, I, who was still busy with our orders in the car, shouted for the umpteenth time for a good coffee. But my Barbara seemed to be swallowed by the Earth, and my call faded away apparently unheard in the widths of our high valley.
 So I, slightly vexed, still unloaded our trunk completely.<br>I was not the only one who was somewhat moody at the time of Billy's departure – even Jacobus had become antsy, after he kept a lookout in vain for the street guard, whom he should have transported at the specified time. Our people were still rushing around everywhere, and each one still had to quickly do this, that, and another…<br>Heavily laden with bags, sacks and boxes, I finally reached our kitchen.
-No trace of my Barbara. I probably had to say goodbye to a coffee before the departure. But at the very last moment, my Lovely, as if by magic, was standing in the kitchen and was busy with cup, coffee powder, hot water, cream and was acting as if we had time to waste. So she had heard me after all, when I yelled for the coffee – this “stone fruit.”<br>As quickly as I could, I poured the hot “quick broth” in myself, took my Barbara in arm, and pulling her out of the kitchen, we, under the reproachful eyes of a half-despairing Jacobus, stumbled to the waiting Rover.<br>Seconds later, there still came Kalliope rushing up – getting in – slamming the Rover's door shut – and off we went, toward Sädelegg. A little late, we reached Billy, who was already waiting on us, who had set up and aligned highly sensitive equipment in the meantime – about 250 metres away from the actual recording location.<br>After Billy had given us the last behavioural instructions, he lively climbed into his vehicle again, in order to go to the actual recording and contact site.<br>In the meantime, we positioned ourselves at all strategically important points and awaited the things that had to come there. We were able to observe as Billy, arriving at the actual recording site, got out of his vehicle. Hurriedly, he began to fiddle about on the trailer, and shortly thereafter, he flung back the tarp, which he locked in the rod system of the trailer in such a way that a small canopy formed as a protection against the rain that had just quietly started. Only a few minutes passed, when all of a sudden, a hurricane of air-shredding sound chased through the hills and valleys in a true pandemonium. A flood of sound waves crashed, mercilessly drumming on our ears, into our auditory canals. Literally intoxicated by the fullness of never-heard-before sound and a never experienced intensity, with which the inner workings of some sound recording devices literally melted away and were placed out of service, we all stood mesmerised on our guard. We all paid close attention to this unique soundscape, which moved along and could be heard, with certainty, for several kilometres. And that this was so, not only did the elderly married couple prove to us, who came rushing from a village about 3 km away and who could not be and refused to be stopped, until somewhat harder words produced the desired effect, but also the various drivers who listened to these sound cascades that were peculiar to them while driving at a 'snail's pace' and with the windows wound down. Also some members of a farming family well-known to us could not stop themselves from jumping on a tractor and slurry tanker at about 800 meters away, in order to see what was actually going on there in the background.<br>Contrary to Semjase's habit of making her ship silent at the appearance of foreign persons by means of an energy shield, this time she let the partly loudly shrieking fullness of sound run free. Too often it had to be done again and again with interruptions; now even Semjase's patience was at an end, and so not only did we come but also all those who were curious and courageous enough to open themselves up to the sounds of a very high technology, to a not-everyday and deeply impressive experience, which lasted no less than around thirty minutes!<br>For the unenlightened, I finally would like to briefly explain the suddenness proceeding from the space- and beamships and the sound vibrations that freely unfold specifically for sound recordings. In the normal air traffic on our planet, the ships, as should already be generally known, are not only shielded from view in an energy field, but also no sound whatsoever penetrates to the outside. These energy protection shields can be opened by the male pilots and female pilots of these ships selectively – the sound has instantaneously free exit.<br>Highly contented about this experience of a Pleiadian Beamship in operation and deeply thankful in ourselves to Billy and Semjase, we headed home at about 8:00pm in the then increasing rain.<br><br><div align="right">Engelbert Wächter, 20th July 1980, Hinterschmidrüti</div>
+No trace of my Barbara. I probably had to say goodbye to a coffee before the departure. But at the very last moment, my Lovely, as if by magic, was standing in the kitchen and was busy with cup, coffee powder, hot water, cream and was acting as if we had time to waste. So she had heard me after all, when I yelled for the coffee – this “stone fruit.”<br>As quickly as I could, I poured the hot “quick broth” in myself, took my Barbara in arm, and pulling her out of the kitchen, we, under the reproachful eyes of a half-despairing Jacobus, stumbled to the waiting Rover.<br>Seconds later, there still came Kalliope rushing up – getting in – slamming the Rover's door shut – and off we went, toward Sädelegg. A little late, we reached Billy, who was already waiting on us, who had set up and aligned highly sensitive equipment in the meantime – about 250 metres away from the actual recording location.<br>After Billy had given us the last behavioural instructions, he lively climbed into his vehicle again, in order to go to the actual recording and contact site.<br>In the meantime, we positioned ourselves at all strategically important points and awaited the things that had to come there. We were able to observe as Billy, arriving at the actual recording site, got out of his vehicle. Hurriedly, he began to fiddle about on the trailer, and shortly thereafter, he flung back the tarp, which he locked in the rod system of the trailer in such a way that a small canopy formed as a protection against the rain that had just quietly started. Only a few minutes passed, when all of a sudden, a hurricane of air-shredding sound chased through the hills and valleys in a true pandemonium. A flood of sound waves crashed, mercilessly drumming on our ears, into our auditory canals. Literally intoxicated by the fullness of never-heard-before sound and a never experienced intensity, with which the inner workings of some sound recording devices literally melted away and were placed out of service, we all stood mesmerised on our guard. We all paid close attention to this unique soundscape, which moved along and could be heard, with certainty, for several kilometres. And that this was so, not only did the elderly married couple prove to us, who came rushing from a village about 3 km away and who could not be and refused to be stopped, until somewhat harder words produced the desired effect, but also the various drivers who listened to these sound cascades that were peculiar to them while driving at a 'snail's pace' and with the windows wound down. Also some members of a farming family well-known to us could not stop themselves from jumping on a tractor and slurry tanker at about 800 metres away, in order to see what was actually going on there in the background.<br>Contrary to Semjase's habit of making her ship silent at the appearance of foreign persons by means of an energy shield, this time she let the partly loudly shrieking fullness of sound run free. Too often it had to be done again and again with interruptions; now even Semjase's patience was at an end, and so not only did we come but also all those who were curious and courageous enough to open themselves up to the sounds of a very high technology, to a not-everyday and deeply impressive experience, which lasted no less than around thirty minutes!<br>For the unenlightened, I finally would like to briefly explain the suddenness proceeding from the space- and beamships and the sound vibrations that freely unfold specifically for sound recordings. In the normal air traffic on our planet, the ships, as should already be generally known, are not only shielded from view in an energy field, but also no sound whatsoever penetrates to the outside. These energy protection shields can be opened by the male pilots and female pilots of these ships selectively – the sound has instantaneously free exit.<br>Highly contented about this experience of a Pleiadian Beamship in operation and deeply thankful in ourselves to Billy and Semjase, we headed home at about 8:00pm in the then increasing rain.<br><br><div align="right">Engelbert Wächter, 20th July 1980, Hinterschmidrüti</div>
 | <br><div style="padding:23px 28px 23px 28px; box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); background-color:#F5F5F5"><div style="text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:19px">Strahlschiff-Sinfonie</div><br>Niemals hätten wir uns am frühen Morgen des 18. Juli 1980 träumen lassen, was uns am Abend des gleichen Tages an grossartiger Klangfülle zu Ohren kommen sollte.<br>Müde und abgespannt, als Folge eines sich vor Monaten ereigneten Unfalles und nach des Tages Arbeit, steuerte ich mein Auto auf Heimatkurs.<br>Da wir, meine Frau Maria-Barbara und ich, unterwegs noch einige unaufschiebbare Kommissionen zu tätigen hatten, trudelten wir so gegen 18.30 Uhr in unserem Horst in Hinterschmidrüti ein.<br>Doch kaum dem Wagen entstiegen, stoppte uns Billy in seiner ihm eigenen, freundschaftlichen Art. «Hast du Lust?», wandte er sich mit verschmitzt blitzenden Augen an mich; es fehle ihm noch an einem starken Mann, sagte er und drehte sich um, um sofort wieder in seinem Büro zu verschwinden, wo er noch die letzten Vorbereitungen zu treffen hatte.<br>Da wir Hinterschmidrütener es längst gewohnt waren, ständig ‹auf Draht› zu sein, dauerte es nur Sekundenbruchteile, ehe wir begriffen, dass unser Billy in Verbindung mit seiner ihm sehr schwer auflastenden Mission etwas Wichtiges in Angriff zu nehmen hatte, bei dem ihm noch einige Leute sehr wohl von Nutzen sein konnten.<br>Wir waren noch mit dem Auspacken des Kofferraumes beschäftigt, als kurz darauf Billy seine Schritte abermals auf uns zu lenkte: «In zehn Minuten ist es soweit – wir machen SCHIFFS-TONAUFNAHMEN.» Nun wussten wir, was wir zu tun hatten – Billy brauchte eine zusätzliche ‹Strassenwache›, die bereit war, nicht einmal eine Maus zum Aufnahmeort durchzulassen. Unser aller Aufgabe war es, sämtliche Zu- und Durchfahrtswege hermetisch abzuriegeln.<br>Nachdem nun Billy sein Spezialtraktörchen samt Anhänger, beladen mit technischen Geräten, in Gang gesetzt hatte, um gegen 18.50 h dem Aufnahmeziel entgegenzustreben, rief ich, immer noch mit unseren Einkäufen am Auto beschäftigt, zum wiederholten Mal nach einem guten Kaffee. Doch mein Barbar schien wie vom Erdboden verschluckt zu sein, und mein Ruf verhallte offensichtlich ungehört in den Weiten unseres Hochtales.<br>So lud ich denn, leicht verdrossen, unseren Kofferraum noch gänzlich aus.<br>Nicht nur ich war zum Zeitpunkt von Billys Abfahrt etwas ‹muff› – auch Jacobus war kribbelig geworden, nachdem er vergebens nach der Strassenwache Ausschau hielt, die er doch zur festgesetzten Zeit hätte transportieren müssen. Überall eilten unsere Leute noch umher und ein jedes musste noch schnell dies, das und jenes …<br>Schwer bepackt mit Taschen, Säcken und Schachteln erreichte ich nun endlich unsere Küche.<br>Von meinem Barbar keine Spur. Den Kaffee vor der Abfahrt musste ich wohl in den Kamin schreiben. Doch im allerletzten Moment stand meine Holde wie durch Zauberhand in der Küche, hantierte mit Tasse, Kaffeepulver, heissem Wasser, Rahm und Zucker und tat, als ob wir Zeit zum Vergeuden hätten. Also hatte sie mich doch gehört, als ich nach dem Kaffee brüllte – diese ‹Steinfrucht›.
 So rasch ich nur konnte, schüttete ich die heisse ‹Schnellbrühe› in mich hinein, nahm meinen Barbar am Arm, und sie aus der Küche ziehend, stolperten wir, unter den vorwurfsvollen Blicken eines halbverzweifelten Jacobus, zum bereitstehenden Rover.<br>Sekunden später kam noch Kalliope angerast – einsteigen – Rovertüre ins Schloss geworfen – und los ging die Fahrt, der Sädelegg entgegen. Etwas verspätet erreichten wir den bereits auf uns wartenden Billy, der in der Zwischenzeit – in etwa 250 Meter vom eigentlichen Aufnahmeort entfernt – hochempfindliche Apparaturen aufgestellt und ausgerichtet hatte.

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 | <br><div style="padding:23px 28px 23px 28px; box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); background-color:#F5F5F5"><div style="text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:19px">Beamship Symphony</div><br>We never could have imagined in the early morning of the 18th of July 1980, what was to come to our ears in magnificent fullness of sound in the evening of the same day.<br>Tired and weary, as a result of an accident that happened a few months ago and after a day's work, I drove my car on course for home. Since we, my wife Maria-Barbara and I, still had to handle some unpostponable commissions along the way, we trundled into our nest in Hinterschmidrüti at about 18:30 hrs.<br>We had barely emerged from the car, however, when Billy stopped us in his own friendly way. “Are you ready?”, he turned to me with mischievously twinkling eyes. He was still lacking a strong man, he said, turning around to immediately disappear into his office, where he still had to make the last preparations.<br>Since we of Hinterschmidrüti were long accustomed to be constantly “on the ball,” it only took a split second before we realised that our Billy had to tackle something important in connection with his mission that was very heavily burdening on him, with which a few more people could very well be of use to him.<br>We were still busy unpacking the trunk, when shortly thereafter, Billy once again directed his steps to us: “In ten minutes, it will be so far – we will make SHIP SOUND RECORDINGS.” Now we knew what we had to do – Billy needed an additional "street guard" who was ready to not let even a mouse through to the recording location. The task of us all was to hermetically seal off all access and transit routes.<br>Now after Billy loaded his special little tractor and trailer with technical equipment and had got going, in order to strive toward the recording destination at about 18:50 hrs, I, who was still busy with our orders in the car, shouted for the umpteenth time for a good coffee. But my Barbara seemed to be swallowed by the Earth, and my call faded away apparently unheard in the widths of our high valley.
 So I, slightly vexed, still unloaded our trunk completely.<br>I was not the only one who was somewhat moody at the time of Billy's departure – even Jacobus had become antsy, after he kept a lookout in vain for the street guard, whom he should have transported at the specified time. Our people were still rushing around everywhere, and each one still had to quickly do this, that, and another…<br>Heavily laden with bags, sacks and boxes, I finally reached our kitchen.
-No trace of my Barbara. I probably had to say goodbye to a coffee before the departure. But at the very last moment, my Lovely, as if by magic, was standing in the kitchen and was busy with cup, coffee powder, hot water, cream and was acting as if we had time to waste. So she had heard me after all, when I yelled for the coffee – this “stone fruit.”<br>As quickly as I could, I poured the hot “quick broth” in myself, took my Barbara in arm, and pulling her out of the kitchen, we, under the reproachful eyes of a half-despairing Jacobus, stumbled to the waiting Rover.<br>Seconds later, there still came Kalliope rushing up – getting in – slamming the Rover's door shut – and off we went, toward Sädelegg. A little late, we reached Billy, who was already waiting on us, who had set up and aligned highly sensitive equipment in the meantime – about 250 metres away from the actual recording location.<br>After Billy had given us the last behavioural instructions, he lively climbed into his vehicle again, in order to go to the actual recording and contact site.<br>In the meantime, we positioned ourselves at all strategically important points and awaited the things that had to come there. We were able to observe as Billy, arriving at the actual recording site, got out of his vehicle. Hurriedly, he began to fiddle about on the trailer, and shortly thereafter, he flung back the tarp, which he locked in the rod system of the trailer in such a way that a small canopy formed as a protection against the rain that had just quietly started. Only a few minutes passed, when all of a sudden, a hurricane of air-shredding sound chased through the hills and valleys in a true pandemonium. A flood of sound waves crashed, mercilessly drumming on our ears, into our auditory canals. Literally intoxicated by the fullness of never-heard-before sound and a never experienced intensity, with which the inner workings of some sound recording devices literally melted away and were placed out of service, we all stood mesmerised on our guard. We all paid close attention to this unique soundscape, which moved along and could be heard, with certainty, for several kilometres. And that this was so, not only did the elderly married couple prove to us, who came rushing from a village about 3 km away and who could not be and refused to be stopped, until somewhat harder words produced the desired effect, but also the various drivers who listened to these sound cascades that were peculiar to them while driving at a 'snail's pace' and with the windows wound down. Also some members of a farming family well-known to us could not resist themselves from jumping on a tractor and slurry tanker at about 800 meters away, in order to see what was actually going on there in the background.<br>Contrary to Semjase's habit of making her ship silent at the appearance of foreign persons by means of an energy shield, this time she let the partly loudly shrieking fullness of sound run free. Too often it had to be done again and again with interruptions; now even Semjase's patience was at an end, and so not only did we come but also all those who were curious and courageous enough to open themselves up to the sounds of a very high technology, to a not-everyday and deeply impressive experience, which lasted no less than around thirty minutes!<br>For the unenlightened, I finally would like to briefly explain the suddenness proceeding from the space- and beamships and the sound vibrations that freely unfold specifically for sound recordings. In the normal air traffic on our planet, the ships, as should already be generally known, are not only shielded from view in an energy field, but also no sound whatsoever penetrates to the outside. These energy protection shields can be opened by the male pilots and female pilots of these ships selectively – the sound has instantaneously free exit.<br>Highly contented about this experience of a Pleiadian Beamship in operation and deeply thankful in ourselves to Billy and Semjase, we headed home at about 8:00pm in the then increasing rain.<br><br><div align="right">Engelbert Wächter, 20th July 1980, Hinterschmidrüti</div>
+No trace of my Barbara. I probably had to say goodbye to a coffee before the departure. But at the very last moment, my Lovely, as if by magic, was standing in the kitchen and was busy with cup, coffee powder, hot water, cream and was acting as if we had time to waste. So she had heard me after all, when I yelled for the coffee – this “stone fruit.”<br>As quickly as I could, I poured the hot “quick broth” in myself, took my Barbara in arm, and pulling her out of the kitchen, we, under the reproachful eyes of a half-despairing Jacobus, stumbled to the waiting Rover.<br>Seconds later, there still came Kalliope rushing up – getting in – slamming the Rover's door shut – and off we went, toward Sädelegg. A little late, we reached Billy, who was already waiting on us, who had set up and aligned highly sensitive equipment in the meantime – about 250 metres away from the actual recording location.<br>After Billy had given us the last behavioural instructions, he lively climbed into his vehicle again, in order to go to the actual recording and contact site.<br>In the meantime, we positioned ourselves at all strategically important points and awaited the things that had to come there. We were able to observe as Billy, arriving at the actual recording site, got out of his vehicle. Hurriedly, he began to fiddle about on the trailer, and shortly thereafter, he flung back the tarp, which he locked in the rod system of the trailer in such a way that a small canopy formed as a protection against the rain that had just quietly started. Only a few minutes passed, when all of a sudden, a hurricane of air-shredding sound chased through the hills and valleys in a true pandemonium. A flood of sound waves crashed, mercilessly drumming on our ears, into our auditory canals. Literally intoxicated by the fullness of never-heard-before sound and a never experienced intensity, with which the inner workings of some sound recording devices literally melted away and were placed out of service, we all stood mesmerised on our guard. We all paid close attention to this unique soundscape, which moved along and could be heard, with certainty, for several kilometres. And that this was so, not only did the elderly married couple prove to us, who came rushing from a village about 3 km away and who could not be and refused to be stopped, until somewhat harder words produced the desired effect, but also the various drivers who listened to these sound cascades that were peculiar to them while driving at a 'snail's pace' and with the windows wound down. Also some members of a farming family well-known to us could not stop themselves from jumping on a tractor and slurry tanker at about 800 meters away, in order to see what was actually going on there in the background.<br>Contrary to Semjase's habit of making her ship silent at the appearance of foreign persons by means of an energy shield, this time she let the partly loudly shrieking fullness of sound run free. Too often it had to be done again and again with interruptions; now even Semjase's patience was at an end, and so not only did we come but also all those who were curious and courageous enough to open themselves up to the sounds of a very high technology, to a not-everyday and deeply impressive experience, which lasted no less than around thirty minutes!<br>For the unenlightened, I finally would like to briefly explain the suddenness proceeding from the space- and beamships and the sound vibrations that freely unfold specifically for sound recordings. In the normal air traffic on our planet, the ships, as should already be generally known, are not only shielded from view in an energy field, but also no sound whatsoever penetrates to the outside. These energy protection shields can be opened by the male pilots and female pilots of these ships selectively – the sound has instantaneously free exit.<br>Highly contented about this experience of a Pleiadian Beamship in operation and deeply thankful in ourselves to Billy and Semjase, we headed home at about 8:00pm in the then increasing rain.<br><br><div align="right">Engelbert Wächter, 20th July 1980, Hinterschmidrüti</div>
 | <br><div style="padding:23px 28px 23px 28px; box-shadow:0 0 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); background-color:#F5F5F5"><div style="text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:19px">Strahlschiff-Sinfonie</div><br>Niemals hätten wir uns am frühen Morgen des 18. Juli 1980 träumen lassen, was uns am Abend des gleichen Tages an grossartiger Klangfülle zu Ohren kommen sollte.<br>Müde und abgespannt, als Folge eines sich vor Monaten ereigneten Unfalles und nach des Tages Arbeit, steuerte ich mein Auto auf Heimatkurs.<br>Da wir, meine Frau Maria-Barbara und ich, unterwegs noch einige unaufschiebbare Kommissionen zu tätigen hatten, trudelten wir so gegen 18.30 Uhr in unserem Horst in Hinterschmidrüti ein.<br>Doch kaum dem Wagen entstiegen, stoppte uns Billy in seiner ihm eigenen, freundschaftlichen Art. «Hast du Lust?», wandte er sich mit verschmitzt blitzenden Augen an mich; es fehle ihm noch an einem starken Mann, sagte er und drehte sich um, um sofort wieder in seinem Büro zu verschwinden, wo er noch die letzten Vorbereitungen zu treffen hatte.<br>Da wir Hinterschmidrütener es längst gewohnt waren, ständig ‹auf Draht› zu sein, dauerte es nur Sekundenbruchteile, ehe wir begriffen, dass unser Billy in Verbindung mit seiner ihm sehr schwer auflastenden Mission etwas Wichtiges in Angriff zu nehmen hatte, bei dem ihm noch einige Leute sehr wohl von Nutzen sein konnten.<br>Wir waren noch mit dem Auspacken des Kofferraumes beschäftigt, als kurz darauf Billy seine Schritte abermals auf uns zu lenkte: «In zehn Minuten ist es soweit – wir machen SCHIFFS-TONAUFNAHMEN.» Nun wussten wir, was wir zu tun hatten – Billy brauchte eine zusätzliche ‹Strassenwache›, die bereit war, nicht einmal eine Maus zum Aufnahmeort durchzulassen. Unser aller Aufgabe war es, sämtliche Zu- und Durchfahrtswege hermetisch abzuriegeln.<br>Nachdem nun Billy sein Spezialtraktörchen samt Anhänger, beladen mit technischen Geräten, in Gang gesetzt hatte, um gegen 18.50 h dem Aufnahmeziel entgegenzustreben, rief ich, immer noch mit unseren Einkäufen am Auto beschäftigt, zum wiederholten Mal nach einem guten Kaffee. Doch mein Barbar schien wie vom Erdboden verschluckt zu sein, und mein Ruf verhallte offensichtlich ungehört in den Weiten unseres Hochtales.<br>So lud ich denn, leicht verdrossen, unseren Kofferraum noch gänzlich aus.<br>Nicht nur ich war zum Zeitpunkt von Billys Abfahrt etwas ‹muff› – auch Jacobus war kribbelig geworden, nachdem er vergebens nach der Strassenwache Ausschau hielt, die er doch zur festgesetzten Zeit hätte transportieren müssen. Überall eilten unsere Leute noch umher und ein jedes musste noch schnell dies, das und jenes …<br>Schwer bepackt mit Taschen, Säcken und Schachteln erreichte ich nun endlich unsere Küche.<br>Von meinem Barbar keine Spur. Den Kaffee vor der Abfahrt musste ich wohl in den Kamin schreiben. Doch im allerletzten Moment stand meine Holde wie durch Zauberhand in der Küche, hantierte mit Tasse, Kaffeepulver, heissem Wasser, Rahm und Zucker und tat, als ob wir Zeit zum Vergeuden hätten. Also hatte sie mich doch gehört, als ich nach dem Kaffee brüllte – diese ‹Steinfrucht›.
 So rasch ich nur konnte, schüttete ich die heisse ‹Schnellbrühe› in mich hinein, nahm meinen Barbar am Arm, und sie aus der Küche ziehend, stolperten wir, unter den vorwurfsvollen Blicken eines halbverzweifelten Jacobus, zum bereitstehenden Rover.<br>Sekunden später kam noch Kalliope angerast – einsteigen – Rovertüre ins Schloss geworfen – und los ging die Fahrt, der Sädelegg entgegen. Etwas verspätet erreichten wir den bereits auf uns wartenden Billy, der in der Zwischenzeit – in etwa 250 Meter vom eigentlichen Aufnahmeort entfernt – hochempfindliche Apparaturen aufgestellt und ausgerichtet hatte.

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 | One Hundred and Thirty-second Contact
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 | Friday, 18th July 1980, 11:03 hrs
 | Freitag, 18. Juli 1980, 11.03 h

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 == Synopsis ==
-<div align="justify">'''This is the entire contact report. It is an authorised but unofficial English translation and may contain errors. Please note that all errors and mistakes etc. will continuously be corrected, depending on the available time of the involved persons (as contracted with Billy/FIGU). Therefore, do not copy-paste and publish this version elsewhere, because any improvement and correction will occur HERE in this version!'''</div>
+<div align="justify">'''This is the entire contact report. It is an official and authorised English translation and may contain errors. Please note that all errors and mistakes etc. will continuously be corrected, depending on the available time of the involved persons (as contracted with Billy/FIGU). Therefore, do not copy-paste and publish this version elsewhere, because any improvement and correction will occur HERE in this version!'''</div>
 ==Contact Report 132 Translation==

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 * Translator(s): Benjamin Stevens
 * Date of original translation: Tuesday, 31st July 2012
-* Corrections and improvements made: Joseph Darmanin
+* Corrections and improvements made: Joseph Darmanin, Catherine Mossman
 * Contact person(s): [[Semjase]]
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 | <br>'''Billy:'''
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-| Perhaps, girl, today we can manage to record the sounds of your ship here in Dürsten undisturbed and hold them on tape.
+| Perhaps, girl, today we can manage to record the sounds of your ship here in Dürsten undisturbed and capture them on tape.
 | Vielleicht, Mädchen, gelingt es uns heute, dass wir hier in Dürstelen ungestört die Geräusche deines Schiffes aufnehmen und auf Band festhalten können.
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 | 2. Nun werden nämlich die Landwirte auf den Feldern sein, um ihr Gras als Heu einzubringen.
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-| 3. Though we are quite secluded here, we still surely won't have the necessary peace and quiet also here again.
+| 3. Though we are quite secluded here, we still surely will not have the necessary peace and quiet also here again.
 | 3. Wir sind hier zwar recht abgelegen, doch sicherlich werden wir auch hier wieder nicht die erforderliche Ruhe haben.
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 | <br>'''Billy:'''
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-| I know, it was quite lousy the last few weeks, and one didn't have his peace and quiet or opportunity anywhere. If I could just record, at least once, a full half-hour of the sounds of your whirring ship, such that I catch it in full action. Just the half whirring in half action doesn't bring the effect and the analysis possibilities, such as when you can let your ship wail in full swing.
+| I know, it was quite lousy the last few weeks, and one could not have their peace and quiet or opportunity anywhere. If I could just record, at least once, a full half-hour of the sounds of your whirring ship, such that I catch it in full action. Just the half whirring in half action does not bring the effect and the analysis possibilities, such as when you can let your ship wail in full swing.
 | Ich weiss, es war die letzten Wochen ganz lausig und nirgends hatte man seine Ruhe oder Gelegenheit. Wenn ich wenigstens nur einmal eine volle halbe Stunde die Geräusche deines sirrenden Schiffes so aufnehmen könnte, dass ich es in voller Aktion erwische. Nur das halbe Sirren in halber Aktion bringt nämlich nicht den Effekt und die Analysenmöglichkeiten, wie wenn du dein Schiff auf vollen Touren heulen lassen kannst.
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-| As you say, but people will probably show up here again. But this means that we will again get the whirring on audio cassette only with interruptions, because if someone comes running up or approaches, then you will simply let your mill fall silent and disappear. So the whole work is very tiresome and labourious.
+| As you say, but people will probably show up here again. But this means that we will again get the whirring on audio cassette only with interruptions, because if someone comes running up or approaches, then you will simply let your mill fall silent and disappear. So the whole work is very tiresome and laborious.
 | Wie du aber sagst, werden vermutlich auch hier wieder Leute auftauchen. Dies aber bedeutet, dass wir abermals das Sirren nur mit Unterbrüchen auf die Tonkassette bringen, denn wenn jemand angerannt oder angefahren kommt, dann lässt du deine Mühle ja einfach verstummen und verschwindest. So ist die ganze Arbeit sehr leidig und mühsam.
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 | 18. Mit dem Filmen und Photographieren allerdings wird alles noch schwieriger sein.
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-| 19. We probably won't be able to do the film works until shortly after winter, whereas the photo works can still probably be started.
+| 19. We probably will not be able to do the film works until shortly after winter, whereas the photo works can still probably be started.
 | 19. Die Filmarbeiten dürften wir wohl erst kurz nach dem Winter verrichten können, während sich die Photoarbeiten wohl noch einrichten lassen.
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 | <br>'''Semjase:'''
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-| 8. If we cannot carry out the desired work until 5:00pm today, then I will let it be done under any circumstances.
+| 8. If we cannot carry out the desired work until 17:00 hrs today, then I will let it be done under any circumstances.
 | 8. Wenn wir heute bis 17.00 Uhr die gewünschte Arbeit nicht durchführen können, dann lasse ich es auf ein Biegen und Brechen ankommen.
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