Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth – THE HOSPITAL VISIT
In early 1967, Pallmann was sent to the Maison Francais Hospital in Lima for an operation on his right kidney. Fortunately, he was allocated a pleasant room with a private bath on the ground floor of the hospital, with an inner door that led to an antechamber and thence out to a patio-garden. He resigned himself to a three-day wait in what was then a heat-wave.
On the second night, racked with pain, Pallmann reached for the bell-push. It was almost three in the morning. ‘My groping fingers failed to find the bell-push that would summon help and relief. But I did find something else: a hand that came from the pain-racked night and clasped my own. Tormented by pain as I was, I still felt a shock when I found my hand grasped by another slim, warm one.’ It was Xiti.
Without a word, Xiti smiled, took the ring off Pallmann’s finger, and gave him one of her healing tablets. Because of his pain, he had failed to notice that the metal inset was glowing. A faint light reflected from Xiti’s talking device. Still without speaking, she ran her fingers over his fevered brow. The pain and fever immediately subsided, and he embraced her in gratitude. She stayed for the remainder of the night As they talked, Xiti told him about· a nurse at the hospital, Maria Navidad, whom she had wanted to see, but had hesitated to do so for several reasons. It so happened that this young lady had been rescued as a baby by the mestizos (racially mixed people) and the Austrian tour guide, near the town of Pucallpa on the Ucayali River, and raised by the Catholic sisters who ran the hospital.
Satu and Xiti knew Maria’s mother, whom they had rescued after she had been terribly beaten in an area near their first landing site. Having been healed by her rescuers, Xiti explained, she had been taken to their home planet. Perhaps because she had been unable to adjust to the different planet, she had died soon afterwards. Xiti predicted that Pallmann would be free of pain for six months. And so he was. ‘I became the miracle patient of the famous Maison Francais Hospital,’
Pallmann declared. ‘When the doctors came around to put me on the operating table, I had already eaten a very heavy breakfast, a thing I had not done for almost three weeks. I had gotten out of bed, a new man in need of a hot and cold bath. Feeling perfectly well, I had ventured outside and eaten in one of the little Chinese coffee-shops, the chifas, as they are called . . .
You should have seen the raised eyebrows, the looks of disbelief among the medical people when, instead of being wheeled into the operating theatre, I told them I was going to discharge myself as cured. They could tell by just looking at me that I was infinitely better, and although they agreed to postpone the operation, they insisted that I should remain in the hospital at least until the next day in order to make another series of exhaustive tests, and also to ensure themselves that I did not have a relapse.
Pallmann readily consented to the proposal. For the rest of the day he was submitted to a battery of tests. All proved negative.
Later that day, Pallmann asked Sister Marta at the hospital if he could meet Maria Navidad. The meeting was brief, and rather poignant. When Pallmann mentioned that he had heard about her rescue as a baby, and her mother, the nurse looked stunned, then tears ran down her cheeks. She spoke not a word, and Pallmann felt ashamed for having asked her for more information.
AN ALIEN LIAISON?
The following morning, Pallmann left the hospital and checked in at the Savoy Hotel in Lima, having been unable to find accommodation at the Hotel Crillon, where he had a pre-arranged meeting with Xiti at the Sky Room that evening.
Her entrance created quite a stir. ‘Immediately, and because of the minute blue veil she wore,’ said Pallmann, ‘people noticed the subtle difference between her and “ourselves” — our people, from our planet. By this, I mean not just cultured Peruvians, or the many Europeans and North Americans staying at this famous first-class hotel, but even the less instructed bell-boys and lift operators, stared at Xiti. But instead of finding her embarrassed or shy, she looked at me and everybody else with the greatest of ease.’ Pallmann ordered drinks and the couple spent the rest of the night together.
During the next few days, Pallmann began to learn more about his friends from ‘Itibi Ra II’. Xiti’s feeling of security, for example, was apparently related to the advanced spiritual and mental perceptions practised by these people — what Xiti supposedly referred to in their language as ‘amat mayna’, or ‘science of soul’. ‘They are able to read our very thoughts,’ Pallmann averred, ‘and may be able to influence our thoughts should this be necessary because of security reasons.’
Xiti’s interest in and enjoyment of music were immense. When passing a record store in Lima, for instance, she showed delight in the rhythm of the Colombian cumbia. ‘Seldom have I seen a happier look on someone’s face as this strange woman passed the record store,’ remarked Pallmann.
To obtain the local currency, Xiti gave Pallmann several gold ingots, which he exchanged at a commercial house in Union Street. Even though quite a few ‘adventurers’ and certain Indian natives in Bolivia, Ecuador and Peru still traded in gold at that time, Pallmann claimed that ‘the beautifully melted and carved ingots surprised the specialists’.