AREA52 - DEBRIEFED With Chris Ramsay - The Most BIZARRE Alien Encounter - Antonio Villas Boas - DEBRIEFED ep. 46

Episode Date: July 18, 2025

AREA 52 Shop: https://www.area52.shopPatreon Exclusive Content: https://www.patreon.com/Area52investigationsIn this episode we read through one of the earliest and most surreal alien abduction stories ever recorded. The case of Antonio Villas Boas.In 1957 a young Brazilian farmer claimed he was taken aboard a UFO by humanoid beings. He described being examined and forced into a strange intimate encounter with a female entity. His detailed account came years before the more famous Betty and Barney Hill case and became a cornerstone of abduction lore.Join us as we explore Villas Boas’ own words in a firsthand story that is as unsettling as it is unforgettable.

Hi there. In 2005, I was living in a very rural area in Illinois, and I was leaving at about 3 p.m., so still plenty of sunshine. And the fields had been plowed, so I could see fields. I was leaving on my way to work, and I looked over, and very, very low to the ground. around maybe a mile from the road, a black saucer. It was wobbling, and I almost stopped because I thought there is no way this thing, all black saucer just like the movies. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another episode of debrief. My name is Chris Ramsey.

And today, we're going to be taking a look at one of the earliest cases of reported abductions. This is the case of Antonio Villas Boas. We'll be reading directly from the works of Corral and Jim Lorenzen. Jim and Corral were pioneering American uphologists and literally paved the way for all modern researchers today. They single-handedly shaped the scientific study of UFOs by founding APRO, the Aerial Phenomenon Research Organization, in 1952. They came out with numerous books on uphology and alien sightings and UFO sightings. One of them notably is the one we'll be looking at today, Flying Saucer Occupants. This is one of my all-time favorite books when it comes to UFOs, and especially regarding the occupants of the UFOs.

This was published in 1967. It's filled with a trove of stories. Not only do they have stories, but they have a lot of the original back and forth with some of the earliest witnesses to UFO beings, including our man, Antonio, via his Beau. who we'll be looking into today. These books are pretty hard to come across, but eBay's got a few copies and stuff like that. If you want to check them out, I highly recommend. Before we get into this video, if you don't mind, like this video,

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Let's get into reading. This is chapter three of Flying Saucer Occupants by the Lorenzans. This was the original report given to... to Dr. Olavo Fontes and Jean-Martins. I'm trying not to butcher that. It is Portuguese. Destroy me in the comments, if I didn't say that correctly. Translated by Irene Granchi.

So at the end of this, Corral and Jim Lorenzen do give their thoughts on, you know, the speculative nature of this story, given the lack of physical evidence. They look at, you know, medical records because he did get ill after this. They look into just a lot of even the radiation stuff and so on and so forth. The really in-depth look into this case, I would encourage you to pick up the book. I don't know if we have time to get into all of that. We're going to be reading his testimony. From that, we can have a little discussion. And if it's something you're into, maybe at a later date, we can bring in their work and dissect this a little further.

Here we go. You guys ready? every now and then a little read-through, you know, set us straight here. Set us on the right path. So from Corral and Jim Lorenzen, the Antonio Vios report is probably the most controversial ever to come into our hands. We present it here because the qualifications of the co-author, Dr. Olavo Fontes, Apros Brazilian representative, are indisputable. Dr. Fontes is professor of medicine at the National School of Medicine of Brazil and is

recognized as one of the top authorities on UFOs in South America. Testimony furnished by Mr. Antonio Viosbois, given in my consulting room, this is from, again, Dr. Fontez, given in my consulting room on the afternoon of February 22nd, 1958, in the presence of a witness, journalist, Zhao Martens. My name is Antonio Viosboas. I am 23 years old, and a farmer by profession. I live with my family on a farm, which we own. near the town of Sao Francisco de Salas, state of Minas Jerez.

Very sorry about the pronunciation of any of that. Near the border with Sao Paulo, state in Brazil. I have two brothers and three sisters who all live near me, and I have two more that died. I'm the last son, but one. All of us men work at the farm where we have many fields and plantations. We also own an international petrol tractor for plowing. When the time comes around for plowing, we take turns with the tractor.

During the daytime, the work is done by two laborers who are paid for the job. At night, it is usually I who work alone, so I sleep during the daytime. Or sometimes, it is one of my brothers who goes with me. I am single and a healthy man. I work hard, though I also find time to follow a correspondence course, studying wherever I have time for it. It was a sacrifice for me to come to Rio, for I should not have left the farm, where my presence is needed. But I feel it is my duty to come here and relate the strange happenings in which I became involved. I am ready to comply with anything you gentlemen may

deem necessary for clearing up this case, such as giving evidence before civil or military authorities, though I would very much appreciate returning home as soon as possible, for I am very worried as to how the farm is faring. So we understand that Mr. Boas has taken time reluctantly from being on his farm where he was much needed. This doesn't seem like a very lucrative venture in the first place. So that is an important piece of information, I find. It all began on the night of October 5th, 1957. There had been a party at my house and we had gone to bed a little later than usual at 11 o'clock. I was in my room with my brother Zhao Villasbois. Because of the heat, I decided to open the window, which looks out upon the corral. Right in the middle of it, I then saw a silvery fluorescent reflection.

brighter than moonlight, casting light all around it. It was very white, and I don't know where it came from. It was as if it came from on high, like the headlight of a car shining downward, spreading its light around, but nothing was to be seen in the sky from where the light seemed to be coming. I decided to call my brother and showed it to him, but he is a very incredulous sort of person, so he did not look and advise me to go to sleep. I closed the shutters, and we both lay down to sleep. A little while later, spurred on by curiosity, I opened the shutters once more.

The light was still there. Where it had been before, I kept on watching until all of a sudden it slowly began to move toward my window. I closed the shutters very quickly then, so quickly that the noise woke my brother, who had already gone to sleep. Together we watched the light appear through the crevices of the shutters and shine through the tiles on the roof of the roof, lighting up the darkness of our room. It finally disappeared for good that night. Okay. So we have a strange incident of seeing some type of light around their house prior to, you know, the event that is about to occur. And perhaps this is a little bit, you know, an attempt at some type of corroboration for what's to ensue. The second episode occurred on the

night of October 14th. All right, we're talking nine days later, so about a week later. It must have been between 9.30 and 10 p.m. But I cannot guarantee the hour, for I had no watch with me. I was in a field plowing, plowing it with a tractor when it happened, and my brother was with me too. We suddenly saw a very bright light, so bright that it hurt our eyes. At the northern end of the field, when we saw it, it had been there already. And it was big, too, about the size of a cartwheel. It seemed to be standing at about 100 meters up from the ground, so about 300 feet. It's light red light shining over a large surface. There must have been some kind of object hidden by the light.

But it could not be seen so I cannot declare its existence. For the light itself was much too bright for me to be able to make out anything. I called to my brother to come with me to find out what it was. But he did not want to go, so I had to go alone. I began to approach it, it moved suddenly and with enormous speed. It went to the southern end of the field, where it stopped again. I went after it, and the same maneuver was repeated. This time, back to where it had been before. The same maneuver was then repeated no less than 20 times. By that time, I felt tired and gave up going after it, so I went back to my brother. The light kept still for a few

minutes longer in the distance. Now and again, it seemed to throw forth rays in all directions. The same as the setting sun, sparkling. Then it suddenly disappeared, as if it had been turned off. I'm not quite sure if this is what actually happened, for I cannot remember if I kept looking in the same direction all the time. Maybe for a few seconds I glanced elsewhere, so it may have lifted up and disappeared before I had the time to look back again. All right, quick little parentheses here.

Very interesting, the sparkling. This was also talked about by Chris Bledso, who said there were these tips, these like spike, sparkly tips that were going off around the craft. And Chris Blitzelso also said it was shaped like an egg. So keep that in mind. The next night, which was October 15, I was alone, plowing the ground with my tractor at the same spot.

It was a cold night and the sky was very clear and starry. At exactly 1 a.m., I suddenly noticed a red star in the sky. It really looked like one of those big, brightly shining stars. But I soon discovered that it was a very clear. was not, for it slowly grew larger and looked as if it were coming in my direction. In a few moments, it had grown into a very bright, egg-like object, flying toward me at a terrific rate of speed. It was moving so quickly that it was on top of me before I could make up my mind what to do about it. The object then stopped suddenly and hovered at about 160 feet above my

head, shining all the while as brightly as daylight, lighting up the ground and my tractor so strongly that the light from my headlights could not be seen anymore. Because of the strong light red glare, I was terrified. I thought of running away with my tractor, but, owing to the low speed, I could develop my chances of escape were few, as the object had patently proved that it could travel at an enormous speed, even though at the moment it was still standing above me in the air. I also thought of jumping to the ground and running away. But, The earth was soft and had been turned up by the tractor so that it would have been a difficult obstacle to overcome in the dark. It would have been nearly impossible for me to run with my legs sinking knee-deep into that treacherous ground.

In putting my foot into a hole, I could even break a leg. For about two minutes, I was kept in a terrible state of mind without knowing what to do next. Interesting. Then the bright object dived forward and stopped again at about 35 or 40 feet in front of my tractor. when it began to really land, though always moving slowly. As it came closer, I noticed for the first time that it was a very strange type of machine. It was rather rounded and was full of little purplish lights all around it, and it had a large red headlight in front from which the light had been coming,

which I had noticed when it was up higher, and which had hampered my vision. But now the shape of the machine could clearly be seen, and it looked like a large, elongated, egg with three metal spurs in front of it, in the center and on the sides. They were three metal bars, thick at one end and spiked at the tip. Their color was indistinguishable, for it was hidden by a bright phosphorescence or fluorescent light, such as that of a brightly lit poster. And this was reddish, of the same shade as that of the front headlight. Over the machine, there was something which rotated at a great speed. Also having a sharp fluorescent

reddish light, which began to go greenish in the moment the machine started to slow up its speed for landing, so that it seems to me that it corresponded to a decrease in the speed of rotation of that part, the revolving part that began to look like a round plate or like a squashed cupola, Coppola, something I hadn't been able to distinguish before. I cannot declare whether that was the real shape of the revolving part at the top of the machine or only the impression giving by the movement it made for it never stopped moving, not even later on after the machine had landed. Okay. So there is an interesting little part at the top of this egg-shaped craft. You got the feet down there and there's something revolving at the top looking like some type of plate that

never stopped revolving. And when it slowed down, it seemed to be going green instead of red. Now, this is interesting because green and red are also the colors that, you know, modern air traffic. uses. So take that as you will, but, you know, when we see a green and red light flashing overhead, we automatically assume it isn't a UFO because of that reason. But interesting here, so were the aliens mimicking modern air traffic regulations or were we mimicking what they did so is for us not to spot them? Probably none of which, but interesting enough. Here are are some drawing. So not necessarily an egg, almost like an egg, but then it turned to its side. So this is an original depiction of what that would have looked like, which is very interesting, and including

the spinning plate at the top. We carry on, folks. We carry on. Of course, the majority of the details I am describing now were only observed by me later. At that first moment, I felt very nervous and upset at seeing so many things happen all at the same time. So much so that when I saw three metal props forming a tripod, as it were, coming out from under the machine when it was only a few meters up from the ground, I completely lost control. The little of it that I had left. So this isn't his recollection from when that happened.

All of these observations were done at a later time, as you'll see, he did have some time to take in this. information, which is interesting. Those metal eggs were obviously meant to hold the weight of the apparatus when it touched the ground upon landing. When this happened, I cannot tell, for I began to work the tractor, the engine of which was on all the time, and I managed to move it sideways, trying to make my escape, but I had only gone forward a few more meters when the engine died suddenly, while at the same time the light went out by itself. I can't even try to explain how this happened, for the key was in and the lights were also connected. I tried to get the engine to start

again, but the starter gave no sign of life. I opened the door on the opposite side of the tractor and jumped out of it, trying to make my escape by running away. I may have lost a few precious moments when I tried to get the tractor to move as I had only gone a few steps when my arm was caught. My pursuer was a small figure and only reached to my shoulder, dressed in strained. clothes. I later deduced that this was the woman I met inside. In my despair, I turned round and gave the creature a violent push, which sent it reeling off balance, and in so doing, it let me go and fell on its back to the ground about six feet away. I took advantage of this to try to continue my escape, but at the same time, I was attacked by three others, men, both from the sides and at the

back. They took me by my arms and lifted me off the ground, so there was no possibility of defense left to me. I could only twist and turn as their hold upon me was firm, and they didn't let me go. I began to call for help and yell and curse, demanding to be freed. I noticed that as they were dragging me to the machine, my talking had aroused their curiosity and surprised them, for they stopped to watch me closely every time I opened my mouth to talk, though they never loosened their grip on me. This relieved me a little as to their intentions, but even so I did not stop struggling for one moment. In this manner, they carried me to their machine, which had landed about two meters above the ground, squatting, as it were, upon its three metal spikes, which I

mentioned before. A door was open behind it, in the middle, and it opened out from top to bottom, forming a kind of bridge at the end of which was held to a metal ladder seemingly of the same silvery metal the walls of the apparatus were made of. This ladder had been lowered and unrolled to the ground. I was lifted up to it, which wasn't an easy job for the men to handle. For the ladder was narrow, not being really large enough to hold two people at a time, one beside the other. It was also movable and flexible and kept swinging from one side to the other with the efforts I made to free myself. There was also a round railing on both sides of the ladder to help climb it, and it was about the thickness of a broomstick. I caught at it several times in my efforts to avoid being hauled away,

and by doing so succeeded in making them stop to unclasp my hands. The rail was also flexible, and as I got off it later, I had the feeling that it was not made of one piece, but of small pieces of metal, each single clasp linked to the other. This is a fantastic amount of detail. You know, you would remember that if someone's trying to take you and you're grabbing it and they have to like open your hands and you keep trying to grab it. And that's exactly what you would do. So simply being hauled off wouldn't make sense.

You would fight. And in so, having these small victories along the way by grabbing things and pulling at them and shoving them. And in a panic, you would definitely, I think to some extent, remember. some of that. So this is really interesting. Now we enter the UFO folks. First of all, I like this guy. I will tell you, Antonio, he's a legend. You know, all of this seems silly. And it gets a little silly. I'm not going to lie. There is some silliness to it, but the strangeness that exists within the UFO space is unrivaled, sometimes silly, sometimes scary, sometimes both. And there's something about these stories that rings true to me not because of their corroborated

information, but more so because it feels like some weird Alice in Wonderland trip. Like nothing totally makes sense. And I feel like that's how it would be because we'd be in the dark on so many different aspects of these abductions. And so it would seem a little foreign and bizarre to us. Does that make any sense? Maybe that makes sense to someone out there. The whimsy is strong within uphology. And I'm here for it. Once inside the machine, I noticed that we were standing in a small square room. Its polished metal walls were bright with a reflection of fluorescent light coming from the metal ceiling and shining from the many little square lamps fitted into,

to the border where the walls met and circling it entirely. I could not count how many of them there were, for as soon as I got in, they made me stand on the floor while the entrance door was being closed and the ladder rolled up and fastened to it. The lighting was excellent, the same as broad daylight. But even so, it was impossible to make out where the entrance door had been only a second before. For when it closed by lifting up, it became. became part of the wall. I could only tell where it had been because of the metal ladder attached to it. There was no time for me to notice anything else because one of the men, there were five of them altogether, made a gesture to me with his hand for me to go to another room, which could only

be half seen from an open door at the opposite end of the room, the other side, to the entrance. I cannot tell whether the second door had already been open when I first arrived, for it was. was only then that I looked that way. I decided to obey him, for I was still being tightly secured. And anyhow, I was now closed in there with them and had no other alternative. So at this point, he's like, well, I might as well give in because they've caught me, they've put me in here. And there's no way out. Seemingly or unseemingly, as it were, this is really interesting too. We talk about the seams disappearing. Now, this isn't only repeated by. people like Bob Lazar, when things interact in that craft as well, it was completely seamless.

But we also hear about this from details given at the Holloman landing. We hear about this from, funny enough, Joe Simonton, you know, these aliens that showed up in this guy's backyard and gave him pancakes, as wild as that sounds. These are all details that were given in all of these occurrences that, yeah, that they have just some type of absolute zero tolerance machining. Impressive. We left a little room in which I hadn't seen any furniture or machines and went into another larger and ample one. This one was oval in shape, lit in the same manner as the preceding one, and had the same silvery polish. metal walls. I believe this room must have been in the center of the machine, for there was a metal bar running from floor to ceiling right in the middle of it, and it was thick at both ends, much narrower

in the middle. It was well-rounded and looked solid. I do not believe its only purpose was decorative, perhaps it was holding up the weight of the roof. The only furniture visible was an oddly shaped table that stood at one side of the room, surrounded by several backless, swivel chairs, something like bar stools. They were all made of the same white metal. The table, as well as the stools, were one-legged, narrowing toward the floor, where they were either fixed, such as the table, to it or linked to a movable ring held fast by three hinges jutting out on each side and riveted to the floor, such as the stools so that those sitting on them could turn in every direction. We don't hear about furniture very much in these craft. Well, specifically not the

ones involving like gray type aliens. We often hear about a block of metal or some floating table or a metallic stainless table and that's about it. So this is really interesting that he had time. And again, this will be a little bit later during the interaction, but he does have time to look around and commit things to memory. For endless moments, I stood in that room. Both my arms held fast by two of the while those strange people watched me and apparently talked about me. I say talked as a manner of speech for what they said had no resemblance whatsoever to human speech. They talked in growls like dogs do in a way.

This comparison is not quite fitting, but it's the only one I can think of to attempt to describe those sounds. So different were they from anything I ever heard before. The grunts were emitted slowly. they were neither high-pitched nor too low. Some were longer, others shorter, sometimes containing several different sounds at the same time, at other times ending in a tremor. But they sounded to me only like animal growls, and there was nothing that could be taken for the sound of a syllable or for a word in a foreign language. Nothing whatsoever. To me, it all sounded the same, so now I cannot remember a word of it. It baffles me how those people can understand. and each other. Those sounds still make me shiver when I think of them. It isn't even possible for me

to reproduce them for you gentlemen. My vocal organs are not made for it. I would give anything to understand what this person is talking about. As if he doesn't even try, I'd be like, I would love to hear that sound. Is there another case out there? Maybe one of you knows. If there is another case out there of sort of dog growling-esque language being spoken? Let me know. After the grunts had ceased, it seemed as if they had all come to a decision. So the five of them caught hold of me again and began to forcibly undress me. We fought, and I tried by my opposition to make it as difficult as possible for them to accomplish their goal. I protested all the while and cursed at them in loud yells. They obviously couldn't understand me, but they stopped and

stared at me as if trying to make me understand that they were being polite. Besides, though they had to employ force, they never at any time hurt me badly, and they did not even tear my clothes, with the exception of my shirt, perhaps, which I believe had already been torn before, this I cannot be sure of. Well, that's nice. I mean, that's, I like hearing that. I know this is still strange and uncalled for, but at least they're being somewhat nice about it. They stripped me naked, and I was again in anguish, not knowing what would happen next. One of the men got near me. He was holding something in his hand that looked like a wet sponge, and with it he began to spread a liquid all over my skin. It wasn't a rubber sponge,

for it was much softer than one of those. The liquid was clear as water, but much thicker and odorless. At first I thought it was some kind of oil, but I was mistaken, for my skin did not get oily. They spread the liquid all over my body, and I was feeling cold by now, for outside. It was nighttime and cold, of course, but it was much colder still inside the machine in those two rooms. As they began undressing me, I had begun to shiver, and now this liquid made me shiver all the more. But it dried quickly, and after that I didn't feel much difference anymore. There will be some speculative talk about what this liquid exactly was. One thing that Corral and Jim to their credit, you know, presume is that it was some type of disinfectant.

It would make sense because when you use disinfectant, it does tend to dry quickly upon your skin. However, there is like a quite strong odor to disinfectant. Maybe this is some type of odorless disinfectant, as it was thicker than water, kind of like, Perhaps, you know, some of that stuff you would put on your hands after or before entering a room or, you know, whatever it was. So now this guy is naked in a room. He's been lathered by these strange men. What's going to happen next? The three men who are growling and making signs at me took me to a door at the opposite end of the one we had just come in by, keeping me in the middle.

The man in front pushed something in the middle of the door, which was close. that may have been a button or a hook, which made it open in half inward. But it was like a barroom swinging door. It was also made of metal and stood from floor to ceiling. And at the top, there were some inscriptions or something like that in bright red lettering. And the light effect was such that it seemed to stick out about two inches from the door. The inscriptions were the only ones of their kind that I noticed on. board. They look like scribbles of a kind entirely unknown to us. I did my best to remember what they

looked like and drew some in a letter I sent to Mr. Martins. Now, I don't exactly remember anymore what they look like. Here is a photo of what he drew or his drawing. This is very interesting writing indeed because this does seem, I mean, there's so many, at this point, different types of alien writing that you'll find out there. But this one, you know, Bob Lazars writing also had dots. But again, I defer to Danny Sheehan what he saw that day when he was taken to the Blue Book files, this strange type of writing, doesn't look too dissimilar from what's being described here. Now that's interesting because either we're dealing with the same species or multiple species are using a similar language, which I don't know which is stranger, to be honest. But to get back to the subject, the door led into another smaller room. It was small, squareish, and it was lit up in the same way as the others. After we had gone in, me and two other men, the door closed again behind us. I looked back and saw something that can't be explained.

There was no door anymore, only a wall like the other one behind me. I do not know how that was done, not unless when the door closed some kind of blind came down with it to hide from view. I can't make this out. All I can declare is that a moment later the wall opened up again and it was a door once more. Though really, I could not see any blind. So again, he's just extremely confused at the sort of no tolerance. physics or, you know, engineering that these doors and these hatches have, something nowadays we almost can accomplish, but not quite. We can, you know, almost accomplish this feat where it's

like zero tolerance. I do have something here, which I'll insert. This is a small cube made by Metmo, this company that does this space age sort of zero tolerance cutting using electricity. And it's really cool because it does give the impression that the seam disappears and this is kind of obviously this wasn't around in the 50s so this would be extremely advanced and look extremely alien to anyone. This time two more men came in carrying in their hands two very thick rubber pipes which were each over a yard long. I can't say if there was anything inside them, but I do know that they were hollow. One of the pipes was fixed into a chalice-shaped glass vessel at one end. The other end had a spout like a cupping glass, which was put to the

skin of my chin, right here where you gentlemen can still see this dark mark that is now a scar. Before applying it, the man who did it squeezed the tube with his hands as if he were pushing out the air. I did not feel any pain or prick at the time this was being done, only the feeling that my skin was being sucked in or absorbed. So kind of like those cups that you would put on people's backs, like the cupping cups and suck, so they put that to his chin. But later on the spot began to burn and scratch.

And I discovered that the skin had been torn. The rubber pipe being fitted into place, I noticed that my blood was little by little filling the chalice until it reached halfway up. Here the thing stopped working, the pipe was taken off. Another was put there to replace it and I was bled once more, this time from the other side of my chin, which you gentlemen can verify because of the other darker spot here. The same as the first. This time the chalice was filled to the brim and the cupping glass was taken

away. The skin was torn here too, burning and scratching the same as the other side had done. I was finally left alone. The men left too and the door. was closed behind them. This is extremely strange, but also must have been terrifying for Antonio. Not knowing whether or not he will survive or overcome this, he's just kind of going along with it. Seemingly, they're not out to hurt him, but then perform this procedure on him, which bleeds him out and leaves him with a laceration. I mean, it must start to get real scary for this gentleman. I was left alone for quite a long time, perhaps over half an hour.

The room was empty except for a large couch in the middle of it. It looked like a kind of bed, though it had no legs to it, nor any headboard, and it looked a little uncomfortable to lie on, for it was very high at the middle, like a hump. It really was soft, though, as if made from foam rubber and was covered with some soft kind of thick gray material. All this I discovered when I sat on it, as I was feeling tired after so many emotions and so much struggle, and probably from the blood loss, I would assume, as well. It was then that I began to notice an odd smell, which was also making me feel sick. It was as if a thick smoke was stifling me, and it smelled like painted cloth burning. Perhaps that is what it really was, for on examining the walls,

I noticed for the first time that there were many little metal tubes jutting out at the height of my head which were closed but pricked full of holes like those of a shower from them there spread tufts of gray smoke which were dissolved

by the air it was the smoke that was causing the smell I cannot tell if they had been working when the men were taking the blood from me but I hadn't noticed them before perhaps as the door opened and closed better ventilation was afforded and I hadn't noticed anything, but now, as I wasn't feeling well anyway, my feelings of sickness

increased, and I ended up by vomiting. As I was about to do so, I hurried to a corner of the room where I was very sick indeed. Then the difficulty I found in breathing ceased, though I still did not feel well because of the smoke, so I felt very much discouraged and began to hope that something else would happen. So now there's, okay, not only are they cleansing him on the outside, but they're also making him purge for some reason, making him expel whatever's in his system. I must declare that up to that moment, I hadn't the slightest idea as to how those weird men looked, nor what their features were like. All five of them wore a very tight-fitting siren suit made of soft, thick, unevenly striped, gray material. This garment reached right.

up to their necks where it was joined to a kind of helmet made of a gray material. I don't know what it was. That looked stiffer and was strengthened back and front by thin metal plates, one of which was three-cornered at nose level. Their helmets hid everything except their eyes, which were protected by two round glasses, like the lenses in ordinary glasses. Through them, the men looked at me, and their eyes seemed to be much smaller than ours, though I believe. believe that may have been the effect of the lenses. All of them had light-colored eyes that looked blue to me, but this I cannot vouch for. Above their eyes, those helmets looked so tall that they corresponded to the double of what the size of a normal head should be. Probably there was something else hidden under those helmets placed on top their heads, but nothing could be seen from the

outside. Right on top, from the middle of their heads, there spouted three round silvery metal tubes. I can't tell whether they were made of metal or rubber, which were a little narrower than a common garden hose. The tubes, which were placed one of the middle and one on each side of their heads were smooth and bent backwards and downwards toward the back. They were fitted into their clothes, how I cannot say. But one went down the center, where the backbone is, and the other two, one on each side, fitted under the shoulders at about four inches from the armpits, nearly at the sides where the back begins. I didn't notice anything at all.

No hump or lump to show where the tubes were attached, nor any box or contrivances hidden under their clothes. So these tubes were just entering their bodies somehow. Here's a depiction of what he saw, by the way, which is incredibly strange. Their heads look a little larger than your average. average human head, him not knowing, obviously, the history of these large-headed aliens assumed that there had to be something under the helmets that made them bigger. Which is, again, just an interesting observation in terms of facts.

Their sleeves were narrow and tight-fitting to the wrists, where they were followed by thick five-fingered gloves of the same color. That must have somewhat hindered their movements. As to this, I noticed that the men weren't able to be able. to double their fingers altogether, so as to touch the palms of their hands with the tips of their fingers. The difficulty did not prevent them from catching me

and holding me firmly, nor from deftly manipulating the rubber tubes for extracting my blood. Those overalls must have been a kind of uniform, for all the members of the crew wore a red badge the size of a pineapple slice as a strange unit of measurement here.

the size of a pineapple slice on their chests, and sometimes it reflected a shiny light, not a light of its own, but reflections such as those given by the rear lights of a car, when another car lights up from behind it. From the center of the badge there came a strip of silvery metal, or it might have been flattened metal, which joined onto a broad, tight-fitting, claspless belt, the color of which I can't remember. No pocket could be seen anywhere, and I don't remember seeing any buttons either. The trousers were also tight-fitting from the buttocks, thighs, and legs, as there was not a wrinkle nor a crease to be seen. There was no visible hem between the trousers and shoes, which were actually a continuation of the former, being part of the self-same garment.

The soles of their shoes were different from ours. They were thick, about two or three inches thick, and a little bit of the form of the form of the sole. turned up or arched up in front so that the tips looked like those described in the fairy tales of old, though the general appearance was that of common tennis shoes. From what I saw later, they must have fitted loosely, for they were larger than the feet they covered. In spite of this, the men's gates was free and easy, and their movements were swift indeed. Perhaps the closed siren suits they wore did interfere slightly with their movements because they kept walking very stiffly. They were all about my height.

Perhaps a little shorter because of those helmets, except for one of them, the one who had caught hold of me out there. This one did not even reach my chin. All seemed strong, but not so strong, that had I fought with them one at a time, I should have been afraid of losing. I believe that in a free-for-all fight I could face any single one of them on an equal base. But this has nothing to do with what was happening to me. at the time. That is so funny. I love how he's like, you know, they're little guys. They're tiny. They're super small, you know, but one on one, I would have knocked these suckers right on the chin. They would have went flying. I feel like a lot of guys would say that in that position, be like,

I could have taken them. Fair fight, you know. Also, the clothes are really interesting. Obviously, these suits, you know, if you look at the perhaps disinfectant that they applied to him, these suits might have been protecting them from our atmosphere, kind of like little astronaut suits or protecting, you know, any interaction with the human, kind of like an intergalactic hazmat suit, if you will. I think that makes a lot of sense. And not the first time we hear about something like this as well. After what seemed to me an enormously long time, a noise at the door made me stand up with a start. I turned to look and received a terrible shock. The door was open and a woman was coming in, walking toward me.

She came in slowly, unhurriedly, perhaps a little amused at the amazement she saw written on my face. I stared open-mouthed, which is not surprising. for the woman was entirely naked. As naked as I was, and barefoot too. Besides, she was beautiful. Though of a different type of beauty compared with that of the woman I have known, her hair was blonde, nearly white, like hair dyed in peroxide. It was smooth, not very thick, with a part in the center,

and she had big blue eyes, rather longer than round, for they slanted outwards, like those pencil-drawn girls make to look like Arabian princesses, that look as if they were slit. That was what they were like, except that they were natural. There was no makeup. Her nose was straight, not pointed,

nor turned up, nor too big. The contour of her face was different, though, because she had very high prominent cheekbones that made her face look very wide. Wider than that, of an indio native. Underneath her cheekbones, her face narrowed to a peak, so that all of a sudden it ended into a pointy chin, which gave the lower part of her face a very pointed look. Her lips were very thin, nearly invisible, in fact. Her ears, which I only saw

later, were small and did not seem any different from ordinary ears. Her high cheekbones gave one the impression that there was a broken bone somewhere underneath. But as I discovered later, they were soft and fleshy to the touch. So they did not seem to be made of bone. Her body was much more beautiful than any I've ever seen before. It was slim and her breasts stood up, high, and well separated. Her waistline was thin, her belly flat, her hips well developed, and her thighs were large. Her feet were small, her hands long and narrow.

Her fingers and nails were normal. She was much shorter than I am. Her head only reaching my shoulder. Absolutely strange. So funny that, you know, this guy seems a little smitten by this strange looking being. Here's a picture, by the way, of a rendition, according to Antonio V. via Boas' depiction of this being. And if I may, yeah, not conventionally beautiful.

We'll put it that way. But that didn't seem to bother Antonio nonetheless. The woman came toward me in silence, looking at me all the while, as if she wanted something from me. And suddenly, she hugged me and began to rub her head against my face from side to side. At the same time, I also felt her body glued to mine, and it was also moving.

Her skin was white, as that of our fair women here, and she was full of freckles on her arms. I didn't notice any perfume on her skin, nor her hair, except for a natural female odor. The door had closed again. Alone with that woman embracing me and clearly giving me to understand what her purpose was, I began to get excited. This sounds quite incredible, considering the circumstances, I suppose the liquid they had spread on me may have caused it. They must have done so on purpose.

I only know that I became uncontrollably sexually excited. Something that had never before happened to me. I ended up by forgetting everything and held the woman close to me, corresponding to her favors with greater ones of my own. We ended up on the couch. All right, folks. This is going to get a little steamy for those of you out there. This isn't one of those erotic ASMR channels.

All right, so head out of the gutter. This is for scientific purposes only. All right? So all of you out there, just, all right, snap back. Let's get a grip here. This is serious. This is serious research. I do find it funny. And this Corral and Jim point out a little later on that his take of the situation was,

well, this clear substance must have made me horny. That must be the only explanation. Doesn't want to admit that maybe, you know, given the circumstances, he was just really into this. We ended up on the couch where we lay together for the first time. It was a normal act, and she reacted as any other woman would. Then we had some petting, followed by another act. But by now, she had begun to deny herself to me, trying to avoid me and to escape, to end the matter.

When I noticed that, I too became frigid, seeing that that was all they wanted, a good stallion to improve their stock. After all, that was all they were concerned with. and I was angry, but decided not to attach any importance to the fact, for anyhow, I had spent a few agreeable moments with the woman. Of course, I would never exchange her for one of ours. I like ones that I could talk to, understand, and get along with. And with this woman, that was impossible. Some of the growls that came from her at certain times nearly spoiled everything, as they gave me the disagreeable impression of lying with an animal.

Again, very, very funny. I don't mean to laugh at this, but he clearly feels slighted that he's being treated like some type of livestock, especially upon, you know, the second time or maybe third time that he is performing the act. She's kind of like, all right, buddy, okay, we're going to knock it off. I got what I wanted here. And he immediately gets salty and goes like, yeah, you know what? Yeah, humans are better anyways. Yeah, what is, what's with the, uh, the growling?

Turn off. Am I? Gross. Get off me. One thing that I noticed was that she never kissed me. I remember that one time she opened her mouth as if to do so, but instead of that, she bit me softly on the chin, which of course wasn't a kiss. Another thing that I noticed was the hair in her armpits was bright red, nearly the color

of blood. A little while after. we separated. The door opened. One of the men appeared at the doorstep and called out to the woman who left the room. Before leaving, she turned to me, pointed to her belly, and smilingly, as well as she could smile, pointed to the sky southward, I should say. Then she went away. I interpreted the signs as meaning to say that she intended to return and take me with her to wherever it was she lived. Antonio, my God, what are you doing here?

Take the L. It's not what she meant, clearly. If she points to her belly and points to the sky, most of us, Jim and Corral included, will tell you, no, the baby and myself, you know, are going to, we're leaving. We're out of here.

We're going to leave the planet. And he's like, to me, that meant clearly, she'll be back. She'll be back for me. You know, something about this makes it more real. The fact that he thinks, you know, he feels clearly slighted by the entire incident, feels used, still kind of like attached to this being in maybe a romantic way, which is kind of sad. It's a little sad for him. But something about that makes it more real that he's being blinded by love and romance to the fact that, no, this is just simply transactional for them. But it's not where his mind wants to be.

And that is why I still feel afraid. If they came back to fetch me, I'd be lost. I don't wish to part from my folks nor from my country by no means so. Don't worry. I think you're safe. The man came back again, bringing my clothes with him. He beckoned to me to get dressed and I obeyed in silence. My things were all in place in my pockets except for my lighter, which was missing.

It must have been lost during the struggle when I was captured, so I didn't even attempt to protest. We then left the room and went to the other one, where three of the crew were sitting on swivel chairs, talking, or rather growling amongst themselves. The one who was with me joined them, leaving me to stand in the middle of the room, by the table I have mentioned before.

I was by now feeling altogether calm, for I knew no harm would come to me. I tried to pass the time while they were deciding what to do, and began to observe closely and fix in my memory all the details of what surrounded me, wall, furniture, clothes, and so on. I came to notice on the table near the men a square box with a glass lid that covered a clock-like face, like that of an alarm clock. There was a hand on it, and a big one.

black mark that corresponded to our six o'clock. Other markings of the same kind were to be seen where our nine o'clock and three o'clock stand, but where 12 o'clock usually stands, it was different. There was four little black marks, one beside the other. I can't understand what they stood for, but that's how they were. At first, I thought this thing was a kind of clock. For now and again, one of the men would look at it. It can't have been, though, for I kept watch for some time and at no time did I notice the hand moving, which it would have done had it been a clock for time was passing. The idea, now this is cool. So, you know, he's standing there alone. They're arguing in growl dog-like language. He's taking all the information in, doing a great job of, you know,

this, also probably feeling somewhat weird and ashamed about whatever just occurred. He's now noticing this thing on the table. And our hero, the legend, Mr. Boas, is telling himself, maybe I could just steal this thing. The idea of possessing myself of it came to me when I remembered that I had to take something with me to prove my adventure later on. By having that case with me, I would have proof. Who knows but that by seeing my interest in it, those men would realize how much I wanted it and would end up by giving it to me. At the moment, they were looking elsewhere, so I unobtrusively got nearer to it and made a grab at it. There wasn't even the time for me to have a good look at it, for one of the men immediately darted

toward me as quick as lightning, took it from me, shoving me angrily to the side and placed it back on the table. I backed to the wall till my shoulders touched it and stayed there quietly, though I wasn't really feeling afraid. I'm not afraid of any man. Obviously, though, it was better for me to keep still, as it had been proved that only when I behaved properly did they respect me. It was to no purpose to try to do anything, so all I did was try to scratch the wall with my nails, so as to get some of it under them. But they slipped over the polished surface where there was no hold. The metal was so hard, there was nothing to do about it. So I kept on waiting.

Not for a lack of trying. I really like how this guy is psychologically interpreting all of their actions towards him and the fact that he's like, oh, they respect me if I just, if I'm chill. I never saw the woman again, either dressed or naked. After she had left the other room, though I believe I discovered where she was in front of the larger room, there was another door through which I hadn't passed. It was now ajar, and now and again I could hear some noise coming from. beyond it, as if somebody was there moving about.

It could only have been the woman, for the rest of the crew were all in the same room as I was, wearing their odd garments and helmets. I suppose the front of the room was where the pilot sat directing operations, but that I couldn't check for myself. At last, one of those men got up in motion to me to follow him. The others went on sitting without even looking at me. We walked to the little entrance hall, straight to the front door that was open. once more and the ladder was down. We didn't go down it, though, for the man had given me to understand that I should follow him towards a platform that jutted out on both sides of the door. The platform went all around the machine. In spite of its narrowness, one could walk right around it in both directions.

First we walked it one way, and I soon noticed a square piece of metal jutting outward sideways. There was something similar on the opposite side, too, firmly fixed into the metal machine. If these metal supports had not been so small, I should have thought they were wings for flying purposes. By the looks of them, I suppose their purpose was to move up and down for taking off or landing. I must admit that I never noticed any movement to prove this, so I really cannot explain what they were there for. Farther on, the man pointed at the three metal poles I mentioned before, that were solidly fixed into the sides and into the front part, the middle of the machine, like three metal spurs.

They were all alike in shape and length, thick at the base and narrow and sharp at the top. They were laid horizontally. I cannot tell if they were made of the same metal as the machine because they spread a slight reddish phosphorescence, as if they were on fire. In spite of this, I couldn't feel any warmth coming from them. A little higher up, they were fitted into the metal. I could see some reddish lamps fitted into each one of them. Those of the sides were rounder and smaller.

The one in front, which was also round, was enormous and corresponded to the front headlight, which I described before. Uncountable little square lamps, like those used inside the apparatus, surrounded the body of the machine slightly above the platform over which they spread a purplish light. In front, the platform did not close, around to form a circle, but was stopped short by a thick broad sheet of glass, which was securely fitted into the metal. It was rather prominent and elongated at both ends. Perhaps it was for looking

outside, as there were no windows to be seen anywhere at all. But whether this was the purpose, I cannot say, because as seen from the outside, it looked too dull for it. Of course, I don't know what it looked like from the inside, but I don't suppose it was any clearer. I suppose those front spurs I was talking about were the ones that loosened the power that worked the machine for when it took off, their lights brightened considerably and blended entirely with the light coming from the headlights. This is so interesting that he gets to look at some of the whimsical mechanisms that seems

like a machine out of Willy Wonka or some type of Dr. Zeus book. But interesting nonetheless that he took time to really, really look at all. all this. And if you look at the craft that he drew, the depiction of the craft, it is so strange. Unlike any other sort of UFO, you know, normally they're just really simple. But normally they have grays inside them too. So this is just different. After visiting the front of the machine, we turned back to the back of it that jutted out more than the front. But before doing so, we stood still for a few seconds while the man pointed up to where the enormous saucer-shaped cupola rotated. It turned slowly round and round and was lit up by a greenish fluorescent light which came from

I know not where. Despite the fact that it rotated slowly, a noise could be heard as that of a vacuum cleaner sucking in the air, a kind of whistle, just like air passing through a lot of little holes, though I did not see any, and I'm only making a comparison. Later on, when the machine began to take off from the ground, the rotating saucer turned round and round so quickly that it became quite invisible. So much that only the light could be seen and the brightness increased so that the color changed too. Turning from the original shade to a bright red. At the same time, there was more noise, showing that there was some relationship between the saucer's speed of rotation and the noise itself that soon grew into a strong buzz or squeak. I could not make out the reason for such changes,

nor can I even now understand what the bright rotating saucer was for, but it never stopped turning. Obviously, though, there was some reason for it to be where it was. There seemed to be a small reddish light at the center of the cupola. Am I saying this right? Coppola? I don't know. Or rotating saucer.

But of this, I cannot be quite sure because of it's moving so fast. So one thing that is interesting here is that during abductions, many, many, many, many times, countless times even, countless abductees have recounted the fact that they've been given a tour of the ship. So this is not new. Even Betty and Barney Hill were shown things by the beings. So this isn't new. The beings like showing humans things for some reason. Walking to the back of the machine, we went by the door once more and going ahead followed the curve to the back. Right behind, where the tail of an airplane would naturally emerge, there was an oblong piece of metal standing up back to front, back to front, crossing the platform. But it was low, no higher than my knee. It was quite easy for me to step over it and get to the other side and then come back again. As I was doing this, I noticed that there were two reddish lights embedded one on each side of it, at ground level, looking like two thick slanting out jutting lines.

They look like the head spotlights of a plane, though they didn't twinkle. I believe that the metal slab must have been a kind of rudder to change the ship's direction with. At least, that's what I noticed. Seeing the thing moving to one side at the very moment the ship, which had already stopped still in midair, at some height after taking off, suddenly changed direction just before heading up at a fantastic speed. So he sees this rudder sort of changing. I don't understand how that rudder, would necessarily affect the trajectory of, you know, such a fast-moving object, but interesting.

The visit to the back of the machine being over, we walked back to the door. My guide pointed to the metal stair and signaled me to go down it. I obeyed, and when I got down, I looked up to see if he was coming to, but he was still there. He then pointed to himself, then to the ground, and then in a southerly direction to the sky. He again signaled me to step back, and forthwith disappeared. inside the machine. The metal ladder began to shrink, each step fitting into one another like a pile of boards. When it reached the top, the door, which went open was a part of the floor, began to lift until it fitted right into the wall and so rendered itself invisible. The lights from the metal spurs and the

headlights on the rotating saucer got brighter, and this last kept turning round and round faster and faster. The machine began to lift slowly straight up. At the same time, the three legs of the tripod began to lift sideways so that the lower part of each, which tapered, was round and ended in a broader foot, began to fit or telescope into the upper part, which was thicker and square. When this was over, the top contrivance entered the bottom of the machine. Finally, nothing was to be seen of the legs, and the bottom looked as smooth and pull,

polished as if that tripod had never been there at all in the first place. I couldn't see any sign of where the legs had disappeared. These people really knew their business. After what had just occurred, he's found himself with some type of clarity, we'll say, enough so to appreciate the engineering of this craft. The machine kept rising slowly into space till it was a little over 114 feet above the ground. Very specific. It stopped for a few moments, then, while it grew increasingly,

brighter, the buzz formed by the dislocation of air grew louder and the revolving saucer began to rotate at a terrific speed, while the light turned to many different shades of color. Finally, settling on a bright red, as this happened, the machine abruptly changed direction by turning unexpectedly and producing a yet larger noise, a kind of shock. And it was then that I noticed what I've called the rudder turned to one side. When this was over, the strange airship darted off suddenly like a bullet southward, holding itself straightly askew at such a heady speed that it disappeared from sight in a few seconds. I got back to my tractor and it was about 5.30 a.m. when I left the airship. By all accounts, I must have entered it at 1.15 a.m.

so I had spent four hours and 15 minutes on it, quite a long time, in fact. That is a very long time. That is such a long time to be on an alien craft. As I tried to start the the engine, I noticed that it still wasn't working, so I tried to find out if there was something wrong with it and discovered that the wire ends of the battery had been unscrewed and were out of place. Somebody had obviously been at them. For a well-screwed-on battery wire doesn't come loose by itself, and I had checked them all on leaving home. That must have been done by one of the men, when the tractor was standing still with the engine dead, probably at the same time that they captured me. It had probably been done to prevent me from running away in case I'd been able to

free myself from their grasp. Those were really sharp-witted people. There was nothing that had escaped their notice. He says the tractor just suddenly wouldn't start, but that when he was being grabbed, that one of them came over and unplugged the battery or whatever. That's an interesting take. Except for my mother, I haven't told any one of my experience up to the present moment. She asked me never to get mixed up again with those people. Classic mom. Who are you hanging around with? You got to stop hanging around these people. They're a bad influence. Don't hang around these troublemakers anymore. I didn't feel bold enough to tell my father about it because I had already told him about the light that it appeared in the corral and he hadn't believed me.

Adding that I was seeing things. Sometime later, I had to decided to write to Mr. Zhao Martins of Cruzeiro Magazine, after having read one of his articles in November, in which he appealed to his readers to send in their experiences with flying saucers. If I had had more money, I would have come here long ago, but as there was not enough of it, I had to wait until he told me that he would pay my expenses for the journey here. Here I am at your disposal, gentlemen. And if you think I'd better go home, I shall leave tomorrow. But if you find my presence here useful, I agree to stay on.

That is why I came. Subsequent to this, Mr. Boas also felt ill. He had some serious bouts of illness, which will be later dissected by the Lorenzans. there are a few points here that do come into question as well. We look at the height of the female. He said, you know, came up to his chin, but then also rubbed his face when she came to kiss him. So did she bring him in? Like how was she elevated?

There's small details like that that kind of don't align. But aside from that, this person does seem like a stable person according to the Lorenzans. This is one of my favorite stories. I just find myself falling in love with this character, with this person. The fact that he, you know, believes so strongly that they rubbed him with this oil, you know, that made him perform these acts, that it wasn't, you know, on his own accord. And that afterwards, feeling slighted, you know, almost betrayed. But then, you know, being like, yeah, you know, it's whatever. I don't really care.

I like humans anyways. That kind of hindsight is to me quite funny. Even the interactions with the little beings and being like, I got taking these guys, even though they were fast, way faster than me. But yeah, rest assured that they're lucky. You know, they didn't catch these hands. You know, so although I sit here and I digest and I talk and I find myself smiling at his description of what happened, part of me is also horrified. You know, if indeed this happened, this must have been terrifying for this gentleman. And for him to take time away from the farm to travel to tell his story, I mean, is quite, quite serious. So although I find myself joking and laughing and this is all in good fun, this is someone's life. And that is very serious. And, you know, and whatever happened to this gentleman, you know, they,

They took blood from him. That must have been terrifying. And I'm sure that Mr. Boas was never the same after this altercation. But this indeed is one of the strangest encounters and one of the earliest abductions ever recorded. It's one of the cases that you just can't dismiss because of how early it is. You know, you have a guy like this come out in the year 2025. And yeah, you have to doubt it. You have to question it being that there's so much material out there on this stuff.

but in 1957, abductions weren't really heard of. There is this story that I was reading through, which is here actually. We met the space people by Helen and Betty Mitchell, which took place in 57, but they wrote the book in 59, which was after this one came out. There's also in the early 50s, I think 1952 was Dan Fry, who went aboard the spacecraft was invited by one of these space brothers, these kind space bros that exist out there. And during the 50s, there was a lot of that. There was a lot of this sort of spiritually inclined sort of peaceful movement within the UFO and alien lore where these space brothers would come down and tell us to put away the nukes and that type of thing. But Dan Frye was given to her the ship, but to his own agreement, he was asked

to come on. He's like, hey, you want to, you know, it wasn't. it wasn't an abduction. So this is, this and Betty and Barney Hill, you know, set precedent for a lot of the modern abduction cases. And still to this day are highly anomalous and unexplainable. So would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you so much. This is one of the best readthroughs that I've ever done. One of the most fantastic stories that I'm so happy I got to share with all of you. And I highly encourage you to check out their book. Jim and Crowell Lorenzen wrote a number of books. This one, I think the earliest being written in 67, Flying Saucer Occupants, is one of the most fascinating because there's so many other cool stories in there. And I would love to bring more of these to your attention. If that's something that you would enjoy, please let me know down below. Check out area 52.com shop for your majestic 12 merch, if you so desire. And if you want some extra episodes, weekly updates, so much more book club, movie night. night, all that jazz. Do me a favor. Head on over to our membership here on YouTube or to Patreon

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