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Har du kikket på himmelen en stjerneklar natt og lurt på om vi virkelig er alene universet? For Gösta Carlsson (79 år) synes besetningen på en UFO like levende som hans egne naboer. Les den fascinerende historien der Gösta hevder at utenomjordiske vesener gjorde ham styrtrik.

 

 Flyfoto som han viser frem /venstre bilde over her: allerede på slutten av 40tallet snakket folk om de mystiske ringene i marken hvor ingen vekster ville gro.

På landingsplassen fant Gösta en ring og en quartsmineralstav som lenge ble oppbevart i en bankboks i utlandet.

Bilde til høyre: skulle to døde rommennesker begraves her i 1946? les mer av historien

 

for et stort beløp har Gösta satt opp et monument og en gravert metallplate som forteller historien

om hva som skjedde her i 1946.

 


 

Et bemerkelsesverdig syn møter jernbanemannen Gösta Carlsson 18. mai 1946 i skogen utenfor Ängelholm i Skåne i Sverige. På en lysning står en UFO  befolket med vesener fra en annen planet!

Gösta forteller ingen om opplevelsene, snakker ikke om den utenomjordiske mineralstaven han fant eller om UFOkontaktene han hevder er årsaken til hans industrisuksess.

 Folk ville umiddelbart ha stemplet meg som bygdetulling. På den tiden var ikke engang ordet flygende tallerken opp­funnet, sier Gösta Carlsson:. I dag er 79åringen en av Angelholms store sønner. Han er grunnlegger av millionindustrier innen legemiddelbransjen, fore­tak som utvinner substanser fra pollen som sies å ha infeksjonshemmende effekt. Selv er han landskjent som "Pollenkongen", og mannen bak en rekke kjente naturmidler.

 Intet av dette er min fortjeneste. Hvordan skulle jeg ha maktet det? Alt kan jeg takke mine UFOvenner for. Jeg har ingen utdannelse, slang bare såvidt gjennom realskolen med elendige karakterer. Men å skrible ned noen kjemiske formler kan jeg greie.

  

Drøm eller virkelighet?

Lett på foten som en ungdom haster "PollenCarlsson" foran oss gjennom skogen. Mot "Sibirien", stedet der UFOen angivelig landet. Da han om kvelden for 51 år siden gikk på de samme stiene, som oppsynsmann for godseier Erik von Geijer, var sikten klar og himmelen mørk blå. Fra øst blåste lett bris.

 Oppmerksomheten min ble fanget av et sterkt lysskinn mellom trærne. Jeg trodde at noen ungdommer hadde tent et ulovlig bål og regnet med å knipe dem på fersk gjerning. Hva som stedet møtte meg var et stort opplyst fartøy. Det hadde form av en diskos. Fra en lampe i masten den hadde ute som et teleskop strålte et pulserende fiolett lys som innhyllet farkosten lik en osteklokke. Gösta blir stående som naglet. I og omkring det mystiske skipet arbeidet 10-12 menn og kvinner. Skapninger med jordiske trekk, svært vakre, nesten fullkomne. Grepet av lyst til å snakke med dem, tar Gösta et skritt nærmere, men stanses bryskt av en vakt. Den ukjente peker på ham med noe som minner om et belgkamera.

 

 Jeg har aldri smakt en dråpe alkohol i mitt liv. Jeg frykter hverken nisser eller troll, konstaterer Gösta.  Men dette var uhyggelig.

Skomakersønnen, hardhausen av en tungvektsbokser, kjente et sterkt behov for å gå en runde, snike seg tilbake og se om scenen var virkelig. Ved Skaldervikstranden plasket han ut i vannet for å forsikre seg om at han ikke drømte. Imidlertid rakk han aldri tilbake til lysningen. Opp mellom furutrærne steg farkosten mot himmelen, først sakte og majestetisk, og forsvant hurtig som en solkatt inn over Angelholm.

 Annen verdenskrig var nettopp slutt. Vi hadde opplevd fryktinngytende våpen på begge sider. Der og da trodde jeg at jeg hadde vært vitne til utprøvingen av et hemmelig våpen. Først senere, når rapportene om ukjente, flygende objekt ble flere, våget jeg å tenke i slike baner. 

 

fant en slags grav

Morgenen etter er Gösta tilbake på landingsplassen. Her mangler ikke bevis for nattens hendelser: brannskadde trær, brente ringer i marken. Han måler opp og beregner skipet til 16 meter i diameter. På stedet finner han en tolv centimeter lang "mineralstav", svartbrent enden, og noe som lignet en ny grav! et eksotisk, halvglemt minne om han ikke to dager senere hadde kjent seg syk. Tung i kroppen med en influensa på fremmarsj går han til sengs og sovner inn halvdvale.

"Plutselig var det som om jeg igjen stirret inn i belgkameraet fra landingsplassen. Det føltes som om soverommet videt seg ut, brakte meg inn i kabinen på et skip. Foran instrumentpanelet satt kapteinen, vaktmannen som hadde hindret meg i å ta kontakt. Nå ønsket han å forklare farkostens tilstedeværelse natt til 19. mai.

Kapteinen fortalte om en ulykke som foruten å kreve to av besetningsmedlemmenes liv, hadde tvunget dem til å nødlande. Romskipet måtte repareres. En plan om å begrave de døde skogen ble skrinlagt  derfor den nye "graven". Gösta, som i dette indre bilde ble vist rommet hvor de døde lå, kjente trang til å skrike, tålte ikke mer og kom igjen til seg selv i sin egen seng.

 For en oppvåkning. Jeg hadde tordnende hodepine og en voldsom tørste, minnes han.

 Men før jeg rakk å svelge en dråpe vann, besvimte jeg og slo hodet i en dør. Min kone våknet av rabalderet og støttet meg mot soverommet. For annen gang mistet jeg bevisstheten.

 

 

Operert i romskipet

Göstas lege setter besvimelsene på konto for stress. Gösta lar seg ikke berolige. Jobben jernbanen krever et klart hode. Om noe lignende skjer igjen, vil han vurdere å si opp. I 1951 ber Gösta Carlsson om permisjon. Han frykter sinnsforvirring og alvorlig sykdom. De virkelighetsnære drømmene forsvinner slett ikke. Fascinerende drømmer som kanskje ikke er drømmer, men en bevissthetsendring forårsaket av noe utenfra. Porten til opplevelsene er stadig det svarte belgkameraet....

 I en periode våget ikke min kone dele soverom med meg. Jeg satt i sengen og førte lange og mumlende samtaler med et „spøkelse" (altså denne romskipskapteinen). Med kapteinen drøftet jeg religion, filosofi og medisin  temaer jeg tidligere hadde vært fullstendig uinteressert i. Samtalene kjentes styrt, men en gang fikk jeg fremføre noe som hadde ligget meg på hjertet. En vortelignende utvekst i pannen hadde lenge vært plagsom. Kanskje hadde mine venner en måte å fjerne den på?

Kapteinen hentet en blank og pumpelignende gjenstand og forberedte meg på at jeg ville kjenne et øyeblikks kulde. Da jeg våknet var kulen virkelig vekk, erstattet av et lite sirkel­rundt sår og noen blodsdråper! forsikrer Gösta.

  Men de utenomjordiske fremmede har etter sigende gjort mer. Gösta, hvis lidenskap var birøkt og fugler, uttrykte under de nattlige "møtene" et ønske om å kunne arbeide ute i naturen. Fra da av tok livet ny kurs. Gösta utviklet en glødende interesse for naturmedisin og fremfor alt pollen. Siden 1946 hadde han dagbokført alle samtaler med UFOvennene. Nå fyltes dagboksidene i tillegg med "oppskrifter" på medisiner. Ut ifra de nye visjonene samt de nedrablede formlene hevder Gösta å ha grunnlagt sitt imperium. Den mystiske mineralstaven som lenge lå og støvet en bankboks, er foreløpig analysert ved et laboratorium i USA og skal blant annet inneholde flytende diamant, samt et ukjent grønnskimrende stoff med stor hardhet.

 Jeg forsøker aldri å overbevise folk om at alt dette er sant. De får tro hva de vil, sier Gösta lunt.

For et sekssifret beløp har han rustet opp området rundt UFO­landingsplassen i Vegeholm. Her er plaketter som forteller historien.

 

 De gåtefulle ringene

Marken hvor intet sies å ha grodd siden UFOlandingen, er fylt med asfalt. Og midt i lysnin­gen har han bygget en kopi av romskipet han så. I dag snakke han entusiastisk og uredd om UFOer og mennesker på andre planeter. I dag er han "Pollen­kongen ". For rik, for mektig og for vel ansett til å kalles idiot.

 Jeg synes at de fortjener litt heder, smiler han. Dessuten vil jeg at landingsplassen skal være klar den dagen UFOvennene kommer tilbake. At de vil komme, er jeg helt sikker på!

 

 

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Tidning/press-material om Gösta-saken/pdf-filer:

ca 70% nedscroll på denne siden finnes disse artikler:

Tjugofemårig hemlighet i Ängelholm Mötte varelser från en annan värld, HD 26 oktober 1971
Det oförklarliga, Jag har mött varelser från en annan värld, Allers 1971
Chalmersiter besökte rymdglänta i Ängelholm, HD 2 november 1971
Det oförklarliga 2, Nödlandade ett rymdskepp i Sverige 15 år innan rymdskepp fanns, Allers 1971
Nytt om pollenkungens tefat, Allers 1972
Rymdgläntan i Ängelholm har nu fått gjutet tefat, HD 25 maj 1972
Säreget monument i Vegeholmsskogen SKA MINNA OM BESÖK UTIFRÅN, Arbetet 4 juli 1972
VÄRLDENS FÖRSTA monument över flygande tefat, Arbetet 29 september 1972
Rymdskepp blickfång i Vegeholmsskogen, NST 16 november 1972
Dagen då rymdskeppen kom, NST 24 november 1973
Ny landningsplats för UFO funnen i Tockarp Ger nytt liv åt Gösta Carlssons möte år 1946, HD 20 maj 1974
Om de flygande tefaten, Kvällsposten 20 oktober 1974
Bemannat tefat sågs i Ängelholm, NST 4 april 1977
VILKA SÅG flygande tefat i maj 1946, NST 4 april 1977
UFOn i rymdgläntan dokumenteras i ny bok, NST 5 maj 1994
Pollenkungen berättar om rymdskeppet, NST 29 augusti 1994
1946 mötte han utomjordingar - i dag är Gösta mångmiljonär, Expressen 29 augusti 1994
UFO-år i Ängelholm, Vi i Ängelholm nr 4 1995
Är det tefatets bränslestav, NST 10 maj 1996
Pollenkungens rymdfynd, NST 10 maj 1996
Mytomspunnen rymdstav visas, NST 17 maj 1996
Föremål från yttre rymden, NST 17 maj 1996
UFO-bas kräver korten på bordet, NST 19 maj 1996
På jakt efter flygande tefat, Aftonbladet 2 juli 1996
mer om Gösta's liv
Multimiljonär fick sin idé av utomjordingar

 

Gösta Carlssons utomjordingars lära

 

English on this case;

The meeting in the forest-glade /clearing in 1946

There still is a stone monument in memory of a UFO landing that took place in Ängelholm, Sweden in 18th of may 1946.
 


The witness to the landing was Gösta "pollen" Carlsson and he is the founder of the monument. And from the ideas he got from the visitors, he became a multi-millionaire. Here you can see on google maps where it is located Up is picture from an article in a Norwegian weekly magazine "Allers"  from #37/97 about this case, with headline: "I must give thanks to my ufo-friends for EVERYTHING!" (as he became a multi-millionaire in making medicine from flower-pollen dust, he got from their ideas, in the later contacts which are not reported in this article, but some of it is -  down on here/link - which is translation of a book about his 'case'.).

Her på svensk mer omfattende om kontakten og de senere opplevelser på 'neste nivå'  


Allthough, it is in Swedish, someone  from Sweden took the liberty to translate it. He writes "Im sorry for spelling errors and such, but I'm pretty sure its way better than what google translator alone could do for you"

So here it is, its pretty long;

Swedens most famous - and spectacular - close encounter between a human and a unknown object occured may the 18th 1946. Gösta Carlsson, then 28 years old, stumbled upon a disc shaped object and its crew in the outskirts of Ängelholm. The incident has been under the investigation of UFO-Sweden´s chairman Clas Svahn and resulted in being published in the book "Mötet i gläntan" 1995. The following is an extract from this book, written by Gösta Carlsson and Clas Svahn.

The meeting in the forest-glade /clearing  (Mötet i gläntan )

By Clas Svahn and Gösta Carlsson |   english audio-reading of this case in mp3


It is the 18th of may 1946, the clock is 10pm. The sky is darkblue and clear, a light breeze is blowing from the east. I once again have taken a seat on the fort´s steeldome at Skälderviksstranden. I´m sitting and listening on the beutiful birdsong by the thrush, robin and other birds joining the choir. As usual the so called Sjödammarna has really started to bubble with life by all the different bird´s that nest here.

These dams really is a wonderfull place for birds. Old trees are left standig making them excellent homes to owl´s, woodpecker´s and an unbeliveable ammount of other birds. Sure, it is hard for us humans to get here, but thats just the reason why nature has had it´s own way here. Time after time I have had this dream that one day I could make this place a bird reservation, and keep it just as it is for ever. But one of the most positive thing in my life is that one day, my dream would become true.


It started to get darker, and I realise it is time to head back home. It is now 10:45pm, I turn on my orientationlamp which I always carry with me on my eveningstroll´s.

I walked up on a little hill where you have a great view of both Kronans and Vegeholms forrestland. On the land of Vegeholm right after the birddam, a short way into a birchforrest consisting of big, old trees, there is a big grassglade, that I know of quite well.

One of my youths "bad" virtues was amongst other´s to get hold of birdeggs of all kind. Then, as now, this was of course against the law. But as young boys we didn´t care much of what the law said, and the law was´nt that strict back then as it is now. In this very glade, yellowhammer, corn bunting, and different kinds of titlings, and in some of the old birches, tawny owl´s nested.

ill.right by rune øverby

By sheer coincidence, I look at the direction of the grassglade, which you can´t see to clear by all the trees. At first, I thought I saw something shiny at the grassglade, but maybe it was just a reflectance from my lamp. I turn it off, but the light is still there. It might be early season campers or some youth´s that is hanging around the place I thought. I decide to walk over there. I walk down the hill and jumped over a small hole that has been collecting rainwater. On my right there is a couple of sandhills with pines growing on them that obscure the glade a bit. I clear the pines and just as I am about to turn in to the glade i spot something that´s forever stuck in my memory.

In the furtherst part of the glade, just a couple of meters from a lonely pine, there is a illuminated craft, one of which I have never seen before or after. My first thought was that it was a carrousel someone had drove there. But I soon realized that would be impossible, as there was no roads leading to the glade.

The craft, or object, had the shape of a discus, and the craft is resting on a sturdy fin in the direction of the lonely pine, and two telescope legs, all three evenly spaced under the circle disc. In front of the fin on the crafts belly, the is a hatch open, with a ladder and leaders, like those ladders you see on boats. The hatch is about one and a half meter above the ground and I can see how light is coming out from the opening. I try to look inside the craft but the angel is to narrow. All I can see is the bright light.


On the craft top there is a streamlined cabin that I estimate to be around 8meter in diameters. With roughly 1 meters spacing there is oval windows, maybe 50cm wide and 30cm high. While I am watching at the craft I can´t keep from thinking that someone is pulling a prank on me. One thought that goes through my head is that there is maybe German pilots that has escaped from some camp. But deep inside, I know I´m wrong.

On top of the cabin there is a telescopepole/mast, almost like a periscope on a uboat. The height of the mast is about the same as the pine, and the thickness of the craft´s middlepart I estimate to about 4 meters, at the craft side´s about 1 meter, and the mast should be about 5 meter high. At the top of the mast it splits into four parts. Under the top of the mast i spot the lamp that emitted the strange violette light that I spotet from the trail. The lamp is pointing downward towards the craft and cover the whole craft like a "cheesebowl" with just a few meter of light "leaking" outside the craft. The light itself is sort of pulsating from the lamp, kinda like water from a fountain. And the strangest thing of all is that the light has a curved path. Where the light hits the ground or grass, is dissapear with a sparkling effect, like that of a sparkler. A smell, not to different from ozon is spreading throughout the air. Its like if an electric curtain has diped over the craft.

The "body" and the cabin seems to be one piece. You can´t spot screws, studs or joint anywhere. Around the bellys rim on the craft there is a couple of holes, not unlike those found on turbines, pointing down and are covered with what loke like a damper.

A few meter in front and outside the light´s circle, a man with a white dress on him, is standing. He is dressed like our astronauts is today. No matter how hard I look, I cant see any buttons, zippers or other "clothingattatchments". On his feets he has blue or black boots that wraps around his legs, around his waist he has a large blue or black belt, on his head something that looks like a rainhoodie or "windcheater hoodie" with the difference that it also covers the front of his face and are made of some transparent material. On his hand he got fingergloves. On his chest hangs something that looks like a folding camera, but other than that, there is no equipment. The man appears to be a guard. Where I am standing now I´m about 10meters from the craft, and about 7-8 meter from this man.

The strange thing was, that when I approached the glade everyone turned to look at me. It was like if I was expected, but not wanted...

On top of the craft by one of the windows there was an additional three men, evidently ocuppied by some kind of work. Right next to them, but below, I see two more men who is assisting and inside the lightcircle, turned towards me, there is three girls. All dressed the same way, in the same white dress, boots and belt. All the beings that are inside the light has the transparent face mask removed to the back of their heads.

Gösta was now about 10 meters from the craft and maybe 7-8 meters from the guardpost. He could see that the men and women working on the craft had normal earthly featuers and the women, or rather, girls, had light or cendrécoloured hair, cut and managed in a modern manner. The mens hair Gösta never saw, because of the black hoodie they wore, kinda like the one tankdrivers have. From this hood there was something looking like earplugs and it looked like the men was talking to each other via these whitout moving their mouths. Suddenly something happened.


"The man who was standing outside the light - which whom I now understand was serving as a guard - did a perfect stop sign with his hand raised. It is a sign that can not be missinterpried and I stoped. I still have my lamp on my head, but turned off. The guard point´s his "folding camera" looking thing against me, and I get the impression that he is about to take a picture of me. I think I hear a crack from my lamp on my head, that I have turned off, but don´t bother with that.

"I´m about to take a few step closer to him, but he immidietly raises his hand and at the same time I hear a crack again from my lamp. I stand still, and the guard take a lap around the craft, allways on the outside of the light, the men and girls continue their work at the cabin....

It is possible there is two guards, on the backside of the craft. This might explaine why there allways was a guard where I was.

I feel just like a wild animal must feel  - there outside of the lightcircle  - like a safarihunter makes out in the bushes in the african night. Suddenly, a girl with dark curly hair steps down the ladder of the craft. In her hand she holds what looks like a bag and hands out cups to the men and girls.

Everyone stops working a starts to drink from the cups.

I get the impulse to step forward again and talk to them, but the guard once again raises his hand in line with my face and gives me the stop sign and everyone look at me with a seriousness in their faces. The guard too, like a police officer "this is as far as you get!" kinda look. He won´t take his eyes off from me for one second.

It is like the "cheesecup/dome" of light scrrens of the craft from its surrondings and the guard is there to prevent anyone from entering it. Maybe the light would hurt me if I passed into it.

When I take a step back, everyone continue their work and I feel slightly relieved. Two of th girls give me a beutifull smile and I can see their flashing white theeths. I can brag with almost never being afraid of anything, and I have spent enough time out in the woods to not belive in the devil or trolls. But this was something else.

The people at the craft makes me think about folks from the pentecostal church or something similar. All are happy and glad. You get the impression that they hav´nt got a problem in the world, and what they had, they have solved allready.

By the time I am standing there and watching, I can see the crew go in and out the craft, up the ladder next to the fin. When they do that, I observe how the two telescope legs moves up and down. They are spring loaded like the front wheel of an airplane.

Just as I am about to take a step forward again, the girl with the dark curly hair steps outside the cabin again. In her hand she hold a bright shiny object which draws the atention from all the other in the crew. She takes a few step towards the outskirt of the lightdome and throws the object out with a quick motion. It falls right next to a little upslope.At the same time I hear a pearly happy girls laughter, and I realise this is the first time I hear a noise from them this whole time. But I have heard the crackling of twiggs by the gaurds feet on the grass which is spread all over the ground.

The whole thing starts to be very surreal to me, and allthough I am one those person who has never tasted alchohol in any form, and can therefore not blame this on some kind of hallucination or some other kind of imagination, I decide to hike back to Skälderviksstrande and the come back to see if it is still here. It takes about 20minutes to get there. I take of my shoes and socks and wade out in the water to wet my feet just to make sure I´m not dreaming. It is freezing so I am awake allright.

This begins to feel slightly fritgheening. I decide to walk along the beach for abit and take another path to the way back to the glade so that I come in from the "back" of the craft instead. When I am about half way there I got up on the sandhills/dunes again and sit down on a old fort to put my socks back on again and look at the direction from where I first saw the light. Where I am, there is dense youngforrest so I can´t see anything at all.

Then, suddenly, I see a red light. At first I thought it was the moon rising, but after closer inspection, I realise that isn´t the case. Slowly, and majestic, the craft, wish I now see clearly, is rising. It´s almost like a ballon rising. Only a whining sound, like that of a vacuumcleaner can be heard. Higher and higher it goes with a halo of red light from the turbine holes under the craft. At about 400-500 meters altitude it slows down slightly, begins to pendle sideways a bit, I now see that the pole/mast is not up, and the two legs and the fin is nowhere to bee seen either.


It is a little hazy outside now, but the whole manouver is clearly visible and the whole craft is illumintade by the red light and the cabin windows light. And then the craft tilts so it is now pointing slghtlu up or down towards the nightsky or the ground. The red light becomes more intense, and the craft shoots out with a tremendous speed, the red light turns into violette. The craft moves sideways from left to right and back again as it was searching for something, the light turns red again as the craft slows down for a bit, but the light turns to violette almost immediately and the craft is speeding again. Three times I watch the craft make the same thing before it finaly dissapears over Ängelholm.


I stand still for a good ammount of time among the sanddunes and a quite disturbed by what I just had witnessed. We who lived through the second world war was used to see many new terrible weapons from both the allies and axis - reaplanes, atombombs, the Germans V1 and V2 bombs - that almost nothing suprised us anymore. Despite the war enden a year ago I was almost certain this was some secret but delayed weapon that "they" had kept testing. But had Hitler had one of these craft. surely he wouldn´t had lost the war.


First severly years later when report of unindentified objects started to become more frequent, I started to make the connection between my observation and these new one. Maybe, it was´nt a secret weapon I had witnessed. Maybe not even a craft from this earth. ..This I can tell you, if the people I saw wasn´t from this planet and from some alien planet, there wasn´t much of a difference from human and them. Maybe alot more technically advanced than us, but other than that, like hight, looks and so on, if you took of their suits, I dont think you could tell the difference from them to us.


I go back over the sanddunes to get to the usual way home. Landshövdinge-road is rough and hard to ride a bike on, so I walk a little, ride a little, walk a little and so on. It is now completely dark, so, to be able to see, I tried turning on my lamp. Allthough I flick the on switch, nothing happens. I screw off the bottom and take out the batteries. It feels hot, I figured a shortcircut had occured. For a moment I think of the guard and the strange cracking or flicking sound he made when he pointed the blach thing against me. But just seems to unreal for me. When I the day after put in some new batteries and tried the lamp, it worked lika a charm. Of course it could have a natural explanation, but it did occured during all this, because, I had it lit right up to when I went down towards the light when I shut it off because I wanted to sneak up to whomever it was there in the glade.

It had never happened before, not after.

When Gösta Carlsson continued along Landshövdinge-road home that night he followed the road and didn´t take any more trip out into the woods. When he lay down on his bed to get some sleep, he couldnt fall asleep. The incident in the woods had disturbed him too much, and his thoughs was on the strange craft and the crews. Before he finaly was able to sleep he decided that the first thing when he woke up was to head back to the glade.

Early next morning, after a cup of coffe, Gösta took his bike and headed towards the beach. In a few minutes he was back where it all had happened. He had returned by one reason only; would there be any remains left from the craft, or crew?

It was.
 

When Gösta arrives to the glade just after 4am on the sunday morning a light rain begins to fall over Ängelholsmforrest. The sun is up since an hour ago and a lamp is not needed now. When he for the second time in under 6 hours jumps over the little hole withe the rainwater in it and follows the sandduned towards the glade his heartrate begins to rise. What will he find amongst the trees?

This time he got a notebook and folding ruler. If there are any remains, he is prepared. He couldn´t be sure. And at first glance he was dissapointed. From afar he couldn´t see anything.

- First when I got closer I saw the traces, he tells. The marks after the turbine holes was the most apparent trace. Where they where, the grass was burnt off completly. In a ring, about 3cm wide the sand was completely exposed. A greyish layer of ash was all that remained of the grass. The ring was that deep, just a couple of centimeters, so the liftoff couldn´t have had that kind of power as we are used to here on earth with our veichles. And that would be according to what I saw the truth. As what I witnessed wasn´t some known craft with any kind of propulsion system we know about.

Beside the burned ring, Gösta also observed the markings after the fin and the two landinglegs. A few meters away, the branches on the pine that was closest to the craft is burned off. And some was covered in black ash, a couple of years later they wither and dies.

Gösta measure the place and take note of the sizes of the circles. He make a crude sketch and estimate that the craft was 16meter in diameter. The prints from the two landinggears has a diameter of about 90cm.

Further, you could see bootprints in the grass. Nothing spectacular, the sole of the boot is solid, with a rifle grove pattern. The lenght dont deviate either, Gösta mesure it to be about the size of 39-44m.

The boot prints is located in a quarter circle from north to east off of the burned mark.

But there is more findings.

top left; view from air of the place in the air-photo taken  some later, in 1949 - but still the rings can be seen on here. Down is a near view of the stone in the ring he got from them, probably a communication device, as have been in many such cases esp.this one from ITABI-RA.


- Just as I was about to leave, I remembered the shiny object the girls had thrown away. I remembered the spot it landed in. When I looked for it, I saw somethin glimmering in the grass and lifted up what looked like shiny staff made of what it looked like, violette quartz, about 4 cm thick, 5cm wide, and about 12 cm tall. It had rounded corners and was burned and smelted in the other end.

A few decimeter from there I found a ring with the size about 17 in some kind of a greenish metal and a beutifull stone in it. It did´nt look like our modern rings, this one was more...fun.
There where a couple of "X" markings on it, which I guess was kinda like initials. My first thought was that someone had dropped it and I should turn it in to the police, but I later connected it to the craft.


Inside the lightdome, close to the burned pine, Gösta finds two of the cups the woman had served the crew. He picks them up and note the strange looks with the bent pip, almost like an old oillamp. When he shakes it he can clearly hear that it still is some liquid content inside it. With his findings in his pockets he starts to ride his bike home to write a report to the authorities. But, the report to Försvarsstaben (swedish defence staff) never gets sent away. Other, more strange, happenings stops him from doing so.

- When I got home to show my wife my findings, the first thing she said to me was "But, you´re face is all yellow" I looked in the mirror, and right she was. I was all yellow. What was going on? For a moment I started to get really worried. Maybe I had touch on something dangerous. But then I saw that my coat also was yellow. And I could wash it off easily with just tapwater. I took some of it and put it under my microscope. Phew, it was pollen. And I knew from where too, the birches of course. The branches had scratch my face on my way to the glade.

- It was about at that time I started to figure out a method, which succeded over my expectation, and made it able for me and my company I started in 1952 to gather pollen in an almost unlimited quantity, and made it possible for me to make a medical product solely based on a resource that has been around for all eternity but never been thought of. So yes, sometime i polish my quartzstaff a little (Sorry but I just hade to lol that one /Netlas OP) and think about the strange happening, the strange men and girls, and wonder where they could have come from, where were they headed, and will they come back.

What happened to Gösta Carlsson in the grassglade these hours between may the 18-th and 19th 1946 would led to a series of unexplanied happenings. Gösta started to have vivid dreams in the nights, dreams that just maybe wasn´t dreams. Dreams that brought him back to the strange people he saw that night.


THE END

some more on the happenings...

news-articles from the swedish press on this case in pdf-files: ca 70% downscroll on this link there are many articlec from press etc:


cast iron tablet he had made on the place; "on this place landed a ufo 18th mai 1946...."

we visiting the place in 2012 (remark the light-orb by my lower chaca)

else from sweden of a very important ufo-contact where "they" did warn against the upcoming WW3:

AMAZING TRIPS WITH UFOs: or pdf | sv

ufo-crash in remote Sweden with the pilot surviving in mid 50s