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[Video] - UFO specialist keeps a tiny alien corpse in a box amongst his collection
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Click the 'preview' and you can read the whole book online free.
Bloodline of the Gods: Unravel the Mystery in the Human Blood Type to Reveal the Aliens Among Us
https://www.pdfdrive.com/bloodline-...to-reveal-the-aliens-among-us-e184021286.html
A Brazilian Bloodline
It’s now time to turn our attentions to one of the most controversial of all alien
encounters, one that has notable implications for the Gaelic-UFO connection. On
February 22, 1958, a young Brazilian farmer named Antonio Villas Boas
Her eyes were large and blue, more elongated than round, being slanted
outwards...the cheekbones were very high... her lips were very thin,
hardly visible...her body was much more beautiful than that of any
woman I have ever known before. It was slim, with high and well-
separated breasts, thin waist and small stomach, wide hips and large
thighs... another thing that I noted was that her hair in the armpits and in
another place was very red, almost the color of blood (Ibid.).
And it was what he tactfully, and almost engagingly innocently, referred to as
“another place” that Villas Boas had his sights set on. He didn’t have to wait
long, however, nor did he have to break the ice with a bit of meaningless chatter.
The seemingly real-life Barbarella was decidedly proactive and on him in a
flash:
She came toward me silently, looking at me with the expression of
someone wanting something, and she embraced me suddenly and began
to rub her head from side to side against my face. I became
uncontrollably excited, sexually, a thing that had never happened to me
before. I ended up by forgetting everything, and I caught hold of the
woman, responded to her caresses with other and greater caresses. Some
of the grunts that I heard coming from that woman’s mouth at certain
moments nearly spoilt everything, giving the disagreeable impression
that I was with an animal. Finally, she was tired and breathing rapidly. I
was still keen, but she was now refusing, trying to escape, to avoid me,
to finish with it all (Ibid.).
Evidently, although Villas Boas wasn’t exactly enamored of the woman’s
animalistic vocalizations, he clearly considered himself to be quite the stud-
muffin, as he told Fontes: “That was what they wanted of me—a good stallion to
improve their own stock” (Ibid.).
Perhaps as a way of convincing Villas Boas that his friend with benefits was
not of this Earth, he explained that as the woman moved to exit the room “she
turned to me, pointed at her belly and then pointed toward me and with a smile
she finally pointed towards the sky—I think it was in the direction of the south.”
Then, after a quick tour of the craft—during which Villas Boas was sternly
admonished by one of the crew members for trying to steal a small device to
take home—he was unceremoniously escorted off the craft, and watched as it,
and his grunting girl from another galaxy, left for pastures new (Ibid.).
As Villas Boas recalled to Fontes:
The craft continued to rise slowly into the air until it had reached a
height of some 30 to 50 meters.... The whirring noise of the air being
displaced became much more intense and the revolving dish [that sat
atop the object] began to turn at a fearful speed.... At that moment, the
machine suddenly changed direction, with an abrupt movement, making
a louder noise, a sort of “beat.” Then, listing slightly to one side, that
strange machine shot off like a bullet towards the south, at such a speed
that it was gone from sight in a few seconds. Then I went back to my
tractor. I left the craft at roughly 5:30 in the morning, having entered it at
1:15 in the early hours. So I had been there for four hours and fifteen
minutes. A very long time indeed (Ibid.).
It was all over. The aliens had come and gone. Or, at least, one of them had,
thanks to Villas Boas, that “good stallion.” It was an event that the man himself
—who went on to become a well-respected lawyer—maintained happened
exactly as he described it until his dying day, which happened to be in 1992, at
the unfortunately very young age of only 58.
Bloodline of the Gods: Unravel the Mystery in the Human Blood Type to Reveal the Aliens Among Us
https://www.pdfdrive.com/bloodline-...to-reveal-the-aliens-among-us-e184021286.html
A Brazilian Bloodline
It’s now time to turn our attentions to one of the most controversial of all alien
encounters, one that has notable implications for the Gaelic-UFO connection. On
February 22, 1958, a young Brazilian farmer named Antonio Villas Boas
Her eyes were large and blue, more elongated than round, being slanted
outwards...the cheekbones were very high... her lips were very thin,
hardly visible...her body was much more beautiful than that of any
woman I have ever known before. It was slim, with high and well-
separated breasts, thin waist and small stomach, wide hips and large
thighs... another thing that I noted was that her hair in the armpits and in
another place was very red, almost the color of blood (Ibid.).
And it was what he tactfully, and almost engagingly innocently, referred to as
“another place” that Villas Boas had his sights set on. He didn’t have to wait
long, however, nor did he have to break the ice with a bit of meaningless chatter.
The seemingly real-life Barbarella was decidedly proactive and on him in a
flash:
She came toward me silently, looking at me with the expression of
someone wanting something, and she embraced me suddenly and began
to rub her head from side to side against my face. I became
uncontrollably excited, sexually, a thing that had never happened to me
before. I ended up by forgetting everything, and I caught hold of the
woman, responded to her caresses with other and greater caresses. Some
of the grunts that I heard coming from that woman’s mouth at certain
moments nearly spoilt everything, giving the disagreeable impression
that I was with an animal. Finally, she was tired and breathing rapidly. I
was still keen, but she was now refusing, trying to escape, to avoid me,
to finish with it all (Ibid.).
Evidently, although Villas Boas wasn’t exactly enamored of the woman’s
animalistic vocalizations, he clearly considered himself to be quite the stud-
muffin, as he told Fontes: “That was what they wanted of me—a good stallion to
improve their own stock” (Ibid.).
Perhaps as a way of convincing Villas Boas that his friend with benefits was
not of this Earth, he explained that as the woman moved to exit the room “she
turned to me, pointed at her belly and then pointed toward me and with a smile
she finally pointed towards the sky—I think it was in the direction of the south.”
Then, after a quick tour of the craft—during which Villas Boas was sternly
admonished by one of the crew members for trying to steal a small device to
take home—he was unceremoniously escorted off the craft, and watched as it,
and his grunting girl from another galaxy, left for pastures new (Ibid.).
As Villas Boas recalled to Fontes:
The craft continued to rise slowly into the air until it had reached a
height of some 30 to 50 meters.... The whirring noise of the air being
displaced became much more intense and the revolving dish [that sat
atop the object] began to turn at a fearful speed.... At that moment, the
machine suddenly changed direction, with an abrupt movement, making
a louder noise, a sort of “beat.” Then, listing slightly to one side, that
strange machine shot off like a bullet towards the south, at such a speed
that it was gone from sight in a few seconds. Then I went back to my
tractor. I left the craft at roughly 5:30 in the morning, having entered it at
1:15 in the early hours. So I had been there for four hours and fifteen
minutes. A very long time indeed (Ibid.).
It was all over. The aliens had come and gone. Or, at least, one of them had,
thanks to Villas Boas, that “good stallion.” It was an event that the man himself
—who went on to become a well-respected lawyer—maintained happened
exactly as he described it until his dying day, which happened to be in 1992, at
the unfortunately very young age of only 58.
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