UMA CIDADE COM 90 MILHÕES DE HABITANTES OLHANDO PARA NOSSO PLANETA
Assim como Pau Ferro, o também tratorista Artur Berlet vivenciou uma experiência sem igual. Raptado para uma espaçonave que o levou a outro planeta, fez contato com seres que por razão desconhecida falavam o alemão. Acompanhe agora este caso histórico pesquisado pela SBEDV, Jorge Geies e Carlos de D. Gomes.
No dia 14 de maio de 1958, Artur Berlet tratorista da Prefeitura de Sarandi, Rio Grande do Sul, regressava do interior do município, viajando ora a pé ora de carona, quando, às 19 horas, ao passar pela Fazenda do Dr. Dionisio Peretti, viu uma luz estaranha no mato à beira da estrada a uns 200 metros de onde se encontrava. Curioso, atravessou a cerca de arame para ver o que era aquilo e, chegando a 3 0metros do foco, constatou que a claridade opaca provinha de um enorme objeto circular, de uns 30 metros de diâmetro, cuja forma lembrava duas bandejas, viradas uma contra a outra. Receoso, pensou em fugir, mas a curiosidade foi mais forte e ele se aproximou alguns passos.
Ao recuperar a consciência, encontrava-se atado num leito tipo cama de hospital. Algumas pessoas se movimentavam, aparentemente alheias à sua presença. Eram altas, mais do que o normal na Terra, claras, cabelos cor de palha.
"Procurei dirigir-me a elas em diversos idiomas. Umas me olharam indiferentes, outras sequer olhavam..."
Pouco depois, Berlet foi desamarrado por dois indivíduos que o levantaram e o levaram a um outro compartimento, onde lhe vestiram uma capa comprida. Sempre amparado pelos flancos, porque ele se sentia muito fraco, os homens o conduziram através de várias salas até uma porta de saída. Surpreso, constatou que a nave estava pousada em solo firme, numa cidade estranha. Sentiu então, grande mal-estar.
"- Tive a impressão de que havia perdido metade de meu peso e, ao mesmo tempo, de que meus ombros haviam aumentado de volume."
Amparado pelos dois tripulantes, saiu do disco e foi levado, a pé por uma rua estreita, com altos edifícios de cores variadas e intensamente luminososas, até um grande prédio, onde entraram . Alí, foi alimentado com uma espécie de carne e pão. Depois, foi conduzido a outra sala, onde haviam muitas pessoas reunidas.
Tentaram estabelecer conversação com ele, mas não se compreendiam mutuamente. Berlet falou-lhe em Português, Espanhol, Italiano e Alemão. Quando falou nesta última, um deles levantou-se, demonstrando grande alegria, e disse:
Terminada a reunião, esse homem, que só sabia falar umas três ou quatro palavras em alemão levou-o a um outro edifício. Ali, Berlet tomou um banho de "água tão leve como gás", vestiu novos trajes que lhe deram e foi conduzido a uma sala, onde várias pessoas, sentadas ao redor de uma mesa retangular, conversavam animadamente.
"- Ao notarem nossa presença, todos, como por encanto, calaram-se e se voltaram para mim!"
Seu acompanhante falou algo com eles e, então levantou-se um homem alto e forte, dizendo-lhe em correto alemão:
Daí em diante esse indivíduo, de nome Acorc, passou a ser seu cicerone, levando-o a visitar aquela e outra cidades de Acart - o nome daquele mundo - explicando-lhe tudo que via e perguntava.
Exclareceu-lhe Acorc que seu planeta, naquela ocasião, estava a 62 milhões de quilômetros da Terra. Não tem satélites naturais, mas possui duas gigantescas plataformas espaciais girando à sua volta. 0 clima é sempre frio. Os meios de locomoção são aéreos. As cidade são como as nossas, mas as ruas servem só para pedestres. A noite, as ruas não têm necessidades de iluminação, devido ao resplendor das paredes. Para o transporte de pessoas existem naves pequenas, com capacidade para dois até 10 passageiros. São como aviões sem asas, impulsionados por motores solares. Feitas de material muito leve e super-resistentes, podem parar em pleno ar e voar mesmo dentro de uma sala. Os veículos para cargas pesadas são empregados também em viagens espaciais.
Um ano lá equivale a 676 dias da Terra; um mês a 61 dias e 6 horas terrestres; uma semana, a 9 dias e 14 horas; um dia, a 46 horas; e uma hora a 7 horas e 40 minutos. 0 ano acartiano tem 11 meses; a semana 5 dias e o dia 6 horas.
De olho na Terra
O grande problema de Acart é o da super-população. Por isso, os acartianos estão de olho na Terra. Não para invadi-la à força, pois "eles possuem alto senso humanitário, são muito evoluídos e bons". Todavia, sabem que os próprios terrícolas se destruirão com suas armas atômicas, o que não vai tardar muito e, então, sem guerra, sem qual quer violência, eles poderão ocupar o planeta morto. A radioatividade não constituirá problema.Seus aparelhos poderão, em poucos minutos, transformar o veneno atômico em fertilizantes para o solo, para vegetação e seres vivos.
Suas armas são apenas duas: desintegradores e neutralizadores solares. Estes últimos também empregados na medicina e na lavoura.
Quanto ao sistema de governo, Berlet não sabe como qualificá-lo. Disse ser uma mistura de sistemas com um nome diferente. Lá não há moeda circulante. O planeta Acart é um só pais, inteiramente habitado. Sua capital, aquela metrópole onde se encontrava, tinha 90 milhões de habitantes! Todos no pais, trabalhavam para a coletividade e têm um padrão de vida elevadíssimo. O governador é eleito cada três anos por um Conselho de 500 membros.
A viagem de volta
Na volta, a viagem foi mais agradável. Entraram na cosmonave e Acorc, que o acompanharia até a Terra, deu-lhe uma pílula.
"- Terei que fazer a viágem em estado de inconsciência como na vinda?"
"- Não, desta vez não será preciso. Poderá percorrer acordado grandes trechos do percurso sem correr perigo algum. Apenas nas zonas de turbolência magnética, a fim de resistir melhor, deverá dormir: ao sair do campo magnético de Acart, ao percorrer o chamado espaço neutro e ao atravessar as barreiras magnéticas da Terra."
A pílula, que os tripulantes também tomaram, foi o único alimento durante a viagem.
A nave deixou-o em terra a 5 quilômetros de Sarandi. Seu amigo despediu-se afavelmente à saída do disco. Caminhou com dificuldade 10 passos à frente, sem se voltar, seguindo recomendação de Acorc. Entâo, parou e olhou para trás, na esperança de ver a decolagem da cosmonave... Mas só havia escuridão! Tudo desaparecera naqueles poucos momentos! Ainda obedecendo recomendações do acartiano, fez todo o percurso a pé até sua residéncia, vagarosamente, levando três horas nesse trajeto que, normalmente, fazia em uma hora apenas.
Na primeira, semana após regresso, permaneceu em casa, até recuperar completamente as energias perdidas e ordenar suas idéias confusas, conturbadas por aqueles oito dias em que viveu a mais estranha aventura de sua vida.
O relato de Artur Berlet, publicado no livro "Da UTOPIA à Realidade, viagem real a um outro planeta", prefaciado por Jorge Geisel e com epilogo dá W. K. Buhler, está com a edição esgotada. Ele pode ser lido nas Bibliotecas do Rio (Nacional), São Paulo e Curitiba (Municipais).
NADA É POR ACASO, UM NORTE AMERICANO NA MESMA ÉPOCA FOI CONTACTADO POR ALIENS QUE TAMBÉM FALAVAM ALEMÃO
"My life was a normal one, by average world standards, until November
5, 1957. At that time an experience took place which I never dreamed
would happen to me. I was born on February 16, 1897, in Kenesaw,
Nebraska, of German-American parents. However, my home and business are
now in Bakersfield, California. My daughter and her family live in
Livermore, California, and my two sons who are also married, live in
Woreland, Wyoming. As a salesman and a grain-buyer, I have spent much
time traveling for a Brawley, California firm whose operations also
extend to corn-picking and shelling in Wilcox, Arizona. However, my
travels have taken me mainly to the middle west, in negotiations with
grain-growing farmers. Perhaps all my excursions had something to do
with my being contacted by beings from another planet, for certainly
there would not have been a similar opportunity if I had worked at a
regular office job.
Many of you will believe, and others will laugh at, my claims of
these contacts. Especially fantastic to some people is the fact that
I was subsequently taken for rides in their space craft. Not only are
these things true, but also, these wonderful people from another world
have taught me more about our own planet Earth than I could possibly
have learned through the usual channels of books, newspapers, radio and
My experiences since 1957 are recorded in the Congressional records of
the United States. It may surprise you to know that the Pentagon in
Washington, D. C., there are five offices with a personnel of twenty-five
men and women who work exclusively on reports concerning Unidentified
Flying Objects and allied subjects.
Since my first contact with a space ship and its six occupants from
another planet, I have lectured all over the United States and Canada.
Before that unexpected encounter, I had never been a "Flying Saucer" fan.
I had, however, heard and read of people who claimed personal contact
with space beings. My reaction was: maybe they're true; maybe not. I
kept an open mind. But I had always been a man who kept his feet on solid
ground, with little time for delving into subjects that were out of the
ordinary. Then...it happened to ME!
The Kearney Incident
On a misty November 5, 1957, I finished my work about 2:30 p.m. It
had been a busy day of inspecting fields of milo and corn a few miles
from Kearney, Nebraska, which is about thirty miles from Kenesaw,
my birthplace. (incidentally, Kearney is the exact center of the
United States, being just 1,733 miles from both San Francisco and
Boston.) I was driving near an old sand bed on the Platte River, and
close by was an abandoned farm house. It seemed like a good place to
turn my car around but, as I started to do so, there was a brilliant
flash of light a short distance ahead. I drove on to investigate what
I thought might be someone blasting trees, although I had heard no
noise. Within a hundred feet of the river bank my car engine suddenly
stopped. I turned the ignition off and on several times, thinking
that perhaps the battery had gone dead or that maybe the rough road had
jiggled some wiring loose. As I started to get out of the car to check
the engine, I noticed something ahead that appeared to be a large,
half-inflated balloon. When I walked toward it, skirting a clump of
willow trees and tall grass, it was obvious that it was not a balloon,
but great, silvery craft which seemed to be made of some kind of metal,
such as polished steel or aluminum. It was resting on what I later
found out to be four hydraulic rams serving as landing gear, but it
looked like some sort of balloon more than anything else.
As I came within about thirty feet of it a thin stream of light,
about as big around as a pencil, shot out from it and hit me across the
chest. It seemed as if I were suddenly paralyzed; I could not move.
Maybe I was only scared stiff but, before I could analyze my feelings, a
door in the ship slid open and two men came out of it toward me. They
asked if I were armed and, although I said no, they frisked me anyway,
but they took nothing from me.
After regaining some of my composure and discovering that I could
move again, I asked them what they were doing here, what kind of craft
they had there, and where they were from. One of the men did the
talking. He was evidently the leader and I shall refer to him hereafter
as Mr. X. He spoke English with a German accent and said that they
couldn't answer those particular questions at that time. However,
when I asked to come closer in order to see the ship, Mr. X invited me
aboard since, he said, they couldn't leave for a few minutes anyway. He
said that I could look around inside but not to touch anything.
Inside The Ship
Besides the leader, there were three men and two women
in the ship. The women were sitting behind a
big desk on which there was a large frame which enclosed
what looked like a viewing screen At the same
end of the ship were four columns of colored liquid:
red, green, blue and orange. These tubes were approximately
4 and one half feet high and 6 inches in diameter. The
ladies seemed to be watching the liquid very closely
as it moved slowly up and own, like the pistons in an
automobile. The three men were working on an instrument
panel that filled one side of the room I saw one
of them clipped off some short wires. The panel was filled
with clocks, dials, buttons and switches. In the center
was a large screen which looked like our television
screens, but it was not working while I was there.
The walls of the ship were about a foot thick and
looked glassy. Oddly enough, I could see through them
...the sky, the surrounding scenery, even the weeds
and brush beneath us were visible! But, I remembered,
looking at the ship from the outside it seemed to be
made of solid piece of metal. There were no portholes
or windows. The only opening was the doorway.
All of these people had dark hair and what looked
like sun-tanned skin. The men were about five-feet-
eight inches tall and weighed about 170 pounds. I
guessed the ladies' weight at about 120 pounds, and
they were about the same height as the men. They
wore light-colored blouses, dark shirts and shoes with
medium heels. Both the men's and women's clothing
were similar to what we find here on our streets.
Any one of them could have walked unnoticed among
The instrument panel had no name or identification
which might have disclosed the place of manufacture,
but I did notice some Arabic numerals and some Roman
numerals on it. However, there were no other figures
or letters on any kind on either the inside or the
outside of the ship.
Another thing that fascinated me was the way the
crewmen glided, instead of walking, across the floor
when they stepped back from the instrument panels!
It seemed as though they were on a moving sidewalk,
although I saw no moving parts .... and when I tried
it, it didn't work! I wondered if hey had something
special on their shoes.
When these people spoke among themselves they
used high German, which I happen to understand, as
I graduated from a school in which both German and
English were taught. I could speak read and write
German at the time, and I still speak and understand
it fairly well. But these people all spoke to me in
English with a German accent.
Mr. X asked me if I knew anything about the United
States' satellite program. When I replied that I did not,
he said, "They're planning to send up some satellites,
but the first two will never leave the ground. The third
will go up, but it won't send back data."
This prophecy has since proved true. The results of
those flight were printed in newspapers all over the
After I had been inside the ship for about half an
hour, one of the men who had been working on the
panel said to another, " "Wir sind fertig," which means
"We are finished." Mr. X said to me, "You will have to
leave now." I was relieved to hear that because, frankly,
I had been a little bit concerned about ever getting off
that ship again!
As I stepped onto the ground, the motor started. It
sounded like a large electrical one, and it became
quieter as it worked up momentum. It ran a few seconds
and then the ship took off...straight up in the air!
About 12 feet off the ground it turned pitch black. Then
at about 100 feet it turned a bluish-green and headed
southwest. There was a brilliant flash, and then the
ship absolutely disappeared before my eyes! I
estimated the ceiling of the clouds that day to be only about
800 feet, but the ship had vanished at about 150 feet.
A county official told me later that the craft had stalled
a tractor, two cars, and a large truck..all of which
had been beneath the path of the ship during its takeoff.
During my first visit aboard the strange craft I had
been told not to try to start my car until the ship was out
of sight, and that an attempt to do so would be unsuccessful.
Now I realized why my car had stalled earlierwhen I first
approached the ship.
A Matter Of Record
It was about 3:15 p.m. when I returned to my car.
I turned around and headed for Kearney. Suddenly, the
significance of my experience hit me full force. I shook
so violently that I had to stop the car and try to pull
myself together. Should I report what had happened or
just keep quiet about it? I was afraid that no one would
believe me and that I might even lose my job. Then
I remembered both a radio and a television announcement
that the government wanted volunteer skywatchers
to report Unidentified Flying Objects. I decided that it
was my duty as a citizen to report the whole thing.
First, I went to my minister's home to tell him about
it and to ask his advice. He wasn't in. Then I drove to
the Kearney police station and asked to see the Sheriff,
but he was on vacation. The desk clerk called the
Deputy Sheriff at the courthouse and made an appointment
for me to meet him there.
When I finished telling him everything that had happened
that afternoon, he said, "Let's get out there." We
went in his car. On the way he remarked, "This is
quite a coincidence. Did you hear the siren blow at
"Yes," I said, "I was in my hotel room and thought
there was a fire."
"No," he replied, "someone called and reported a
strange object in the sky, moving toward Kearney."
When we reached the place where I had seen the ship,
we saw imprints of the four hydraulic rams on the dry
bed of the Platte River. We also noticed some oil was
a dark green color, fine textured and sweet smelling.
However, I could not be positive that it had come from
I suggested to the deputy that we rope off the area
and post some guards, but he felt that other officials
should first have a chance to investigate the matter.
When we returned to Kearney, he reported everything
to the Chief of Police. The Chief asked me to
accompany him to the site and also requested that the
City Attorney and a reporter from the local newspaper
go along, too. The next time we went out to the area
of the strange ship's landing, the five of us drove in a
police car with the siren going full blast all the way!
Everyone saw the imprints of the craft and the oil
in the sand, and all agreed that there had been some
kind of a large object there which had made the impressions.
The deputy and I stepped off the distance between
the prints and we estimated that the ship had
been about 100 feet long and 30 feet wide. I guessed its
height to be about 14 feet.
When I suggested again that we rope off the area
and report to someone in higher authority, they said
it would not be necessary since all five of us were
convinced that a large ship had landed there.
We gathered some of the greenish oil in a small
mustard glass which we found on the river bank. The
Chief of Police said he would have it tested. Then we
drove back to town and they dropped me off at the
Fort Kearney Hotel, where I was staying.
At last, I thought, I've done my duty...told them
everything that happened. Now I can relax. (Little did
I realize that this was only the beginning of chain of
circumstances which made me almost regret that I had
reported the occurrence. Yet, it was to lead to some
of the most incredible experiences of my life.) I sat down
in the lobby to watch television. Shortly, the local program
was cut off for a special news flash: "SPACESHIP
LANDS AT KEARNEY, NEBRASKA!! I was very much surprised
because nothing had been said to me about
making an announcement over the air. In fact, I had
not even referred the object as spaceship, because