In April 1998, we began to rebuild and refurbish the empty Braquet, which was in a miserable state after 12 years of absence. I began to make preparations for the construction of the large energy pyramid plant, which was to be erected in 1999. At first everything went well and quite normally. There were a lot of interesting events, but I won’t go into them here. During my summer vacation in 1998, I had my first visions of a small dwarf threatening me. He reminded me directly of Rumpelstiltskin, just as I had imagined him as a child. It was a shaggy, bearded dwarf. The dreams repeated themselves, especially when I had been down in the meadow where we wanted to build the large 9 m high energy pyramid.
Over the course of the following 3 years, I kept having visions like this. The little gnarled guy who threatened me wanted to scare me, but why? At some point, I managed to get completely involved with him in one of these nightmares. I was able to let go of all my anger and fully immerse myself in the feelings he was suggesting to me.
The moment all resistance was gone, the picture changed and it wasn’t me who was afraid, but he himself who was terrified! He was actually completely powerless and was just trying to drive me and my friends away from the farm. But why?
In the dreams that followed, I was able to get closer and closer to him and realized that he wanted to hide something from us. I will make it short. The gnome who was plaguing me to drive me away had been stranded here on earth many thousands of years ago in a small spaceship. On entering the atmosphere, his spaceship had exploded and the rest had melted away. The only thing that remained was the damaged core of his on-board computer. And it had smashed deep into the soft limestone like a bomb on the Braquet. If my perceptions are accurate, then the alien fragment is located at a depth of around 200 meters.
He has nothing of a superior race. He belongs to a race that engages in technical interstellar space travel. And perhaps the mystical blacksmiths in the Norse sagas are also survivors or descendants of members of this technically gifted race from outer space.
I managed to communicate my true feelings to him. We would not dig for his on-board computer, we would not recover and remove his treasure. We just wanted to erect a memorial at this spot because his artifact still has a certain energy and maybe that’s why the leyline that has been running through this area for ages was created.
The final images were so clear that I went to work in 2002 to mold a likeness of the artifact. I got some pewter, made a mold out of beeswax, poured the mold into a block of plaster, then melted out the wax and was able to cast my pewter impression of the artifact. If I understand it correctly, the different arcs are there to run in different directions and somehow anchor themselves in time. My pewter casting is only a rather superficial representation, and yet my artifact also has an amazingly powerful effect. If we concentrate on it, we get a sense of changes in space and time.
The procurement of the tin was a matter in itself. When I asked the metal industry, 20 kg was supposed to cost €10,000! I thought, is that still possible? I first relaxed and let it all sink in. Then I remembered that electrodes for large batteries are made of tin. I made a few phone calls and then I had pure tin as scrap, 20 kg for €1000, €9000 saved.
After I had made the pewter cast here in Germany, I had another spiritual contact with the dwarf. He had felt bound to this artifact for thousands of years. He had died in the accident. Only his spirit was buzzing around and could not let go. In earlier eras, he appeared to people as a demon or a dark god. For me, he was first an evil forest gnome, then a fearful being.
When I had recreated his artifact, I somehow soothed him. He was finally able to let go. He left his post. He was ready to incarnate here on Earth as a human. That’s pretty cool, reincarnation therapy for an alien.
