In July 1955, in Vestra Norrland, Sweden, three lumberjacks witnessed a peculiar incident. While working, they heard a loud crashing noise in the forest. They observed a cigar-shaped object maneuvering clumsily among the trees, apparently about to crash. They followed the object's path and saw it hit the ground, creating a powerful flash of light without any sound.
When they approached the crash site, they found no debris, only scattered timber. However, they discovered a small, uniformed humanoid lying lifeless. The being, about 110-120 cm tall, radiated a glowing halo. When one of the lumberjacks attempted to touch the figure, he received a shock. The humanoid then briefly revived, speaking in perfect Swedish and sharing cryptic information about otherworldly civilizations, surveillance, and the origins of the universe. The lumberjacks conversed with the being for a couple of hours until it died.
Following its death, they were instructed to place the body in a special bag that dissolved in the river, leaving no trace of the humanoid. The lumberjacks, although mystified, obeyed and the body disappeared without a trace.
⚠️The article attributes the original story to an author named John La Fontaine, but it is suggested that this could be a pseudonym, with doubts raised about his actual identity. Thus, the testimony remains anonymous.⚠️
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 sawmill 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. Not a sound was heard, but a gigantic flash of light engulfed the whole area like a vast flashbulb, so that the sunlight almost disappeared. 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 a 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 in build, about 110–120 centimeters tall. Around his body a white light vibrated like a halo. When 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.
He knew in 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 sockets and black, without any white around. 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 moved synchronized. 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 U.
He knew I was studying him, and he said: ‘It is because of the clothing I can stay with you for 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.
Years later 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.’ 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.
Just before the stranger died, he gave me 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 your own wish. Our life is like vapor.’ He said a few more words, 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 sulfur 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
lost contact soon after. They did not like to talk about what had happened and I have not seen them since, despite many attempts to get in touch with them. I am convinced that one of the brothers probably suffered mentally from what he saw and could not come to terms with himself afterwards.’
The witness looked at me with sad eyes, stood up, and said, ‘I’m not very proud of this story. There are times when I think that what happened was a dream, but it wasn’t. At least two other men can verify that. You can believe me if you like, but the times we live in will never accept this kind of story.’ He hesitated for a moment and then said almost to himself: ‘The time is not ripe yet.’
🛸I hope you have enjoyed reading my article.
Whether true or not, it's a reminder that our world still holds mysteries waiting to be uncovered. Until next time, keep questioning and exploring the uncharted.
