the claimed ufocontacts of Reinhold Schmidt the claimed ufocontacts of Reinhold O. Schmidt dansk tekstomtale under - link (it is to remark that this case is one of the examples that Semjase | alt | said was telepatic transfered from the THE NEGATIVE PLEIADIAN GROUP SHE CALLED "THE GIZEH-INTELLIGENCE-GROUP" - in the purpose to hypnotize the religious people into blind faith. Read and judge yourself - I still find much of interest here. rø) Source Of Information: The Reinhold O. Schmidt Story. Cosmic Secrets Exposed. Edge of Tomorrow. The True Account of Experiences With Visitors From Another Planet. Introduction "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 television. 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 our people. 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 country. 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 noon today?" "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 the ship. 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 I didn't know what it was. I thought that perhaps it might have come from Russia, and that it was manned by a crew of German scientists getting data on the first Russian Sputnik which had been launched about a week before. Within a half hour or so the Chief of Police called me to ask if I would come over and help answer the deluge of telephone calls. He was swamped! Reporters, photographers, citizens and officials were all asking for information. When I got to the police station, the Chief turned his office over to me. There were two telephones which rang incessantly and I did my best to handle them. The Chief took calls in the outer office. There was absolute bedlam for about sixteen hours! Photographers and newsmen came in from surrounding cities and even form other states. At 9:00 p.m. the Chief of Police and I were interviewed on a local radio station, and at 10:00 a.m. we appeared on a local TV station. These programs were also released on national radio and TV networks. The crowds of curious and interested people who flocked to Kearney caused a traffic jam for blocks around the police station. Inside there was "standing room only." During the night I made several trips with various officials to the ship's landing area. The last time was at 3:00 a.m. and even at that hour, there were about thirty cars there, and groups of people were milling around. There was much activity there all night long. The Whole Story Changes Back at the police station we were answering phone calls and trying to keep a semblance of order. I was pretty tired after the long day of unusual events, but I had become aware of change in the manner of the officials as they discussed my experience. Not only that, but the story they were now telling no longer sounded the same at all! Suddenly, about 6:00 a.m. they asked me to say that my experience had not happened at all, and that it was a lie! They even asked that I change my story to match theirs! I was dumbfounded at this turn of events. I told them that they could tell whatever story they wanted to, but that I would not change mine unless the truth would jeopardize the security of the United States They had no answer for that! Then the Chief of Police asked me if I would submit to a test on the lie-detector. "Not now," I said. "I'm hoarse from talking for sixteen hours and I'm very tired. However, I will take a test after I have had a few hours of rest...if the other fellows will take one, too!" There was no reply! When I indicated that I wanted to go back to my hotel room to get some sleep, the Chief of Police said that I couldn't because they were going to hold me. "For what reason?" I asked. They didn't know, they said, but they were just going to hold me, and they did. To Jail Without a Warrant Finally, I was allowed to go to bed...but it was in a cell in jail. In Kearney, the police station, the jail and the firehouse are all combined in one unit. So I had merely walked from the police station over to a cell in the jail, accompanied by an officer. I was not handcuffed, however, and at all times they were courteous in their dealing with me, although I was jailed without a warrant. When I got up a few hours later, I told them I was ready to take the lie-detector test, but they said then that it wouldn't be necessary. Later, while discussing the situation with Major Wayne Aho, he told me that I had been completely within my right to refuse to take a test while I was in a state of fatigue, stain and hunger. However, I am still willing to take the test if the Kearney officials will do the same. So far, there have been no takers! **** About 10 o'clock that same morning, the County Attorney came to see me. He said that they had evidence which proved that my experience was untrue and that I might just as well make up my mind to say so! He had with him two oil cans, one of which was found within a few feet of the spot where the ship "supposedly stood." The other can, open and half full, was of the same lot number and, he said, was found in the trunk of my car with the can opener beside it! Now who would leave an uncovered can half full of oil, standing in the trunk of his car? I told him he would have to think of a better one than that. Either he or I could not see, or else all the officials of Kearney were blind, as well as five or six hundred other people who had walked up and down the river bed all the previous afternoon and night. The first oil can was supposed to have been found just that morning, within a few feet of the place where the ship had been standing." I suggested that the fingerprints be taken off the cans that were found but, as far as I know, nothing was ever done about them. I seemed to me that the County Attorney looked a bit sheepish. I brought to his attention the fact that the cans which he had showed circular holes, and that the can opener I carried in my car cut a triangular hole. Also, the two cans in question were the Veedol brand. The oil cans I carried then, (which are in my car), are RPM and Skeiiy (JW Sp?). A local radio announcer told me subsequently that the Veedol Company had announced that they sold more than five thousand cans of oil a day, and they wanted the public to know that their oil did not smell! Later, I discovered that some of the oil had been poured out into the trunk of my car and over my laundry. Two Air Force officials had arrived in Kearney during the night from Colorado. The next morning about eleven o'clock, November 6th, I was taken over to the police station to talk with them. They recorded my whole experience on a tape as I told it to them. During this session, one of the Kearney officials happened to wonder out loud just how the ship could go straight up when it took off. One of the Air Force men forgot himself for a moment and admitted, "Oh, we know all about that." Soon after that meeting, some of the local officials went back on radio and television and announced that my experience was a hoax. I was confined to jail again and was allowed no telephone calls or outside contacts. I was told sometime later that my employer had tried to reach me for three successive days, via person-to-person calls, but to no avail. On November 7th, two days after my encounter with the ship, it was suggested that I have a mental test. I asked permission to call by brothers so that they could bring me an attorney, but my request was denied. "We have good attorneys here in Kearney." I was told. Running through a list of attorneys in the phone book, an official pointed to one and said, "Here's a good fellow." They called him in and I found out that he was the Assistant City Attorney. His first words to me were, "We don't believe your story and we want you to change it!" (And this was the person they wanted to "defend" me!) "Well I have news for you," I sai… truncated (55,481 more characters in archive)