"A human contact case is called; Humanoid
Dies in Sweden, is one of my favourites, in that it is a moving
account that illustrates so well the humanity of other human
extraterrestrials and that they are really not that different than
us. They are just more technologically advanced.
The title of the article is; ‘Humanoid Dies in
Sweden,’ and the translation is by John Fontaine. The article was
published in Tim Beckley’s UFO Universe which is no longer in
"One morning when several schools were visiting the stand, I noticed
a distinguished gentleman, about 60 years old, who listened to the
lecture several times and became extremely interested each time the
slide-show came to the section about humanoids, a series of slides
produced on the basis of a substantial number of interviews with
witnesses. Even though the lecture was interesting, I could not
understand why an ordinary listener would attend it several times,
so my curiosity was aroused, and I started to talk to the man.
At the beginning he was very reserved, and did not want to go
into details, but when he saw that I took him seriously, he
eventually told his story. For an hour he told about his experience
while I took notes, and indeed, it was a strange story:
"I once saw and talked to a man like the one shown
on the slides. In 1955 I was working as a lumberjack in the Gulf of
Bothnia in Vestra Norrland in Sweden with two brothers who supplied
timber to a saw-mill in mid-Sweden. One early morning in July, about
six o'clock, we were busy cutting trees, when we heard a sound like
a big animal thrashing its way through the forest, or like branches
breaking and rattling.
A moment later we saw a cigar-shaped object flying haphazardly in
between the trees and branches as leaves were falling to the ground.
My immediate thought was that it was a small airplane, which had
lost its wings and was now preparing, without control, for a crash
landing. Approximately 300-400 meters away flowed a river, which the
aircraft evidently was heading for.
It was obvious that the aircraft would hit the ground within a few
seconds, so we started to run in the direction where it had
disappeared. 15-20 meters before we came out of the forest, the
aircraft crashed in a clearing 30-40 meters from the river. I don't
know what we had expected, maybe a deafening crash, when the impact
of the aircraft with the ground caused the petrol to explode. But it
did not happen.
The light was so intense that we in fact could see through the
trees. For a second I could see the grains of the trees and these
were more than one meter in diameter, like an x-ray. Seconds later
came a vacuum wave sucking everything towards the center of the
light. All three of us tumbled forwards, branches and leaves flying
past us. It all probably lasted only a fraction of a second, but I
still remember how I crashed into a tree, time stopped, and my whole
life was reviewed in my mind in flash. Even the normal sound of the
forest had stopped. When we had recovered somewhat, we went out into
the clearing to see what had happened. Nothing was to be seen at the
point of impact, only a few piles of timber were scattered around.
We looked bewildered at each other and decided to return to work.
At the entrance to the forest one of the brothers suddenly shouted:
"Here's a dwarf dressed in uniform." Obviously the plane has crashed
in the river and he must have been hurled out. "For a while we stood
paralyzed gazing at the lifeless body. He was small of build, about
110-120 centimeters tall. Around his body a white light vibrated
like a halo. One of the brothers tried to touch the man to see
whether he was still alive he retreated with a scream. He was deadly
pale and said he felt as if he had received an electrical shock. At
the same time the stranger opened his eyes and said in perfect
Swedish: "Do not touch me, it will only bring you difficulties.”
His Swedish was so perfect that the brothers who spoke a Swedish
dialect could not understand very much from what was later said.
“Now you know who I am," he said. He knew it beforehand what we were
going to answer and just demonstrated that his question was
correctly grasped. Suddenly I became quite calm and studied him
closely. He was no dwarf. He was very well-built with broad
shoulders and normal features. His skin was yellowish like that of
an Asian. The eyes were deep socketed and black, without any white
His face was badly bruised with a couple of big wounds on the chin
and on the forehead. It did not bleed but the skin watered around
the wounds. The top of his head was slightly downy and the hair
almost white. The earlobes were one with the neck and resembled a
shark's fin. The lips were wrinkled, narrow and colorless. When he
smiled reassuringly, which he did a lot, he revealed a row of small
teeth in the upper as well as the lower part of his mouth. I
especially noticed that his canine teeth were flat and as broad as
two of our front teeth. His hands were small with five slender
fingers without nails and when he moved his hand it looked as if the
ring finger had grown together to the little finger, if not they
His uniform was of a reddish metal and appeared glued to his body
closely. Head and hands were free, but at the feet the clothing
continued into a couple of closed shoes, size 35-37. The foot-soles
were ribbed and vibrated, and for a moment I thought of caterpillars
on a tank. The stranger looked at me and nodded slightly. There was
no doubt that he knew what I was thinking. With those shoes he could
roll forwards and backwards without moving his feet. Around the
waist he had a broad silvery metal belt with an unusually large
buckle, which shone slightly in a light-blue shade, which later when
he was dead, turned dark blue. In the middle of the buckle was a
sign in yellow - UV - it looked like a V which was incorporated in a
He knew I was studying him, and he said; "It is because of the
clothing I can stay with you a while. Internally, I am destroyed."
His right hand disappeared into his clothing at the hip, where no
pocket could be seen. He brought out a rectangular object. It was of
the size of a box of matches with 12 small indents. With a slate
pencil attached to the object, he engaged the different indents
several times. When completed he tried to throw it a few yards away.
"Don't touch it," he said smilingly. "It will tell my fellow men
what has happened, so that they don't come looking for me. Where I
come from somebody is waiting for me.” The stranger lay for a while
as if asleep. His hands were tightly clasped, and it was evident he
went through great pains. Suddenly the brothers became somewhat
confused, looked at each other, and then went back to the forest
without a word. Later, years after when recalling the incident, I am
convinced that the stranger one way or the other asked the brothers
to leave, without saying a word.
I sat talking and listening to him for two hours before he died.
What they talked about for those two hours I could not get the
witness to reveal. I begged and urged him, but there was nothing to
do, just a few fragments like these. The stranger came from a place
in the vicinity of the constellation we call ‘The Eagle’ (Aquila).
Several races from space have visited us, some so far advanced, that
we could only see them when they materialized or dematerialized to
visit a parallel universe in the orbit of earth.
Some visitors kept people on earth under surveillance and had done
so for thousands of years. Others took samples of the earth, with a
view to later settlements. Still others have had contact with
mankind for centuries. In this context it is rather immaterial what
was talked about even if it would have been interesting with further
information about this conversation. I could understand from the
witness that it had not been what was normally being told in
connection with other encounters of this kind.
The witness continued: "Just before the stranger died, he gave me a
folded bag from the invisible pocket and said: "When I am dead, the
light will disappear from my body and with the help of the other two
men you shall put me in this bag and carry me out into the river
where I shall disappear. Then you shall rinse yourself thoroughly in
the water, so that you don't get ill.”
"He was now breathing heavily, and I could see the end was near. The
halo around him became weaker and gradually disappeared. His light
blue buckle gradually got darker. He looked at me for a moment and
smiled. Then he said something in a language I have never heard
before or since. Suddenly he switched into Swedish, and I got the
last couple of sentences... "You have come without any wish to and
depart against you own wish. Our life is like vapour.”
"He said a few more worlds, but his voice was so weak that I did not
catch them. I am convinced he prayed to some deity before dying. I
was very moved. With the help of the brothers we got him into the
bag and carried him out into the river. The bag smelled of sulphur
and burned our hands as if they were raw flesh. He was quite heavy
between 90 to 100 kilos.
When the bag came into the water, it started bubbling around it and
we realized that some chemical process had started. After 5 minutes
nothing remained, and I thought that maybe the stranger had hoped to
crash in the river to a quick death, instead of lying for a couple
of hours suffering, whilst a minor in the mind asked some silly
questions. He would probably have preferred to die alone, thinking
of his home light years away.
"I think that was all." said the witness and prepared to take leave.
"I stayed for a couple of years with the brothers, but we seldom
talked about that special day. I think, however, each of us went
through it every day. The brothers are dead now, but I remember it
like it had happened just yesterday. Years later I knew him
immediately from your slide. It is strange; I thought I was the only
one who knew this type. Over the years I have seen many pictures and
drawings of visitors from space, but I've seen nobody like him until
The witness produced a piece of metal and held it to my nose. "Look"
he said. I looked bewildered. It resembled a bit crochet hook. "What
is it?" He laughed knowingly. "A couple of days after the incident I
wandered around where he had been lying. The rectangular object was
gone, but the pencil slate was lying in the grass shining. I have
kept it as a proof that I was not dreaming.” He left, and while I
gazed astonished after him, he disappeared in the crowd. This
anonymous man with his story and pencil slate could hit the front
page on the world's newspapers.
I believe that only because the story is true, it is possible to
carry it alone for so many years. A psychiatrist could possibly
determine that a slide picture opened up for a long subdued
incident, suppressed of fear for ridicule. There are probably many
stories like this which are unfortunately never known.”
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