Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth: GOD AND DEATH
At this point I asked him if he believed in God. He looked a little abashed at first, then told me that God is everywhere; in us, plants, stones, grass, and nature — everything that exists.
I asked him how they die and how long they live. They die, he said, of exhaustion of cosmic energy, and live about a hundred times as long as we do, according to our concept of time.
TIME TO GO
Meanwhile, the robot had finished its job; it became smaller, the cylinder became narrower, and it moved to the centre of the disc, whereupon an orange light went on, and it seemed to float up and board the disc. It was clear that they were leaving.
In the dome, the other individual waved to me from time to time. I could not see ‘him’ very well, but he was like the one who was standing in front of me. All the while, the disc had been bathed in that fleecy white light, which did not cast shadows or hurt the eyes. I asked if I might have something of theirs, but he refused, saying it would be harmful to me.
I was so fascinated by that individual that I asked him to take me with them; that it didn’t matter to me if I never returned. I was so upset at the thought that I should never see him again that I started to cry: I even went down on my knees and begged him to take me. Every time I made to embrace him I felt ‘blocked’. Then he indicated to me to get up, his eyes shining in a strange way that made me feel warm all over, and he communicated to me as follows:
‘You are very courageous, and you have been doubly lucky; firstly because if you had approached a metre nearer, right under the disc, you would have disintegrated; because the rotor was being checked, the magnetic field did not extend beyond the diameter of the disc; secondly, because you have had the chance to see us close up, and speak to us. However, neither you nor anyone else from this planet could ever remain with us — much less travel in our space ships.’
He then raised his hand as before. I felt myself pushed away from the disc by some unknown force, then he arrived beneath the disc and disappeared into the illuminated circular opening. In the dome there was still the other one who waved to me with those long arms. The white light began to dim, as I stopped — or, rather, I was allowed to stop — about 300 metres from the disc, the dome gave off a violet light, and also the outside of the disc became suffused with violet and orange.
At this point, there was a noise like a circular saw, the disc rose two or three metres, the feet folded in, then the light changed to light violet, becoming whiter and whiter. For a moment there was a whistle that I thought would shatter my eardrums; the disc began rocking, as though bidding me farewell, rose slowly to about 300 metres, then suddenly shot away at a terrifying speed.
‘BACK TO EARTH’
I remained there, shaken, the tears streaming down my face, feeling totally desolate. I became aware that I was soaking with sweat, and the air seemed warm. I touched the ground, which also felt warm. The fog had disappeared, the sky was starry, and it was pitch-dark. I tried to switch on my torch, but it didn’t work, so I groped my way back to the car. I tried to pull myself together after what had occurred. I pricked myself with a pin to see if I was awake, then relieved myself. Finally, I drove off towards the Sella Pass to get to my aunt’s in the Fassa Valley.
The following morning in the hotel, Rizzi began making notes and sketches. He tried to tell some family members and friends what had happened to him, but they ridiculed him.
Three weeks later, Rizzi returned to the site of the encounter to take photographs of the marks of the three legs which had sunk into the ground under the weight of the disc. ‘Much to my surprise,’ he reported, ‘in the area covered by the light that had been shining from inside the disc, the grass had grown to three times the height of the surrounding grass. I took a screwdriver from the car and dug up one of the longest blades of grass, together with roots and earth, and put it in a plastic bag to have it analysed in America.’
Two days later, Rizzi left for California, where his daughter lived with her American husband, a director of Pan American World Airways. When he passed through Customs at San Francisco Airport, an official asked him if the plant was marijuana. ‘I told him it was a chrysanthemum shoot I intended to plant on my father-in-law’s grave. He said okay, and let me go without analysing the plant.’
Rizzi and his daughter sent out a pile of letters describing his experience to all the addresses they had found in UFO magazines. ‘Nobody answered, however, so I decided to keep my adventure to myself. I took a deeper interest in UFOs and from time to time read articles on the subject, often laughing at the rubbish people wrote.’
‘I should mention that my watch was losing as much as two hours a day,’ added Rizzi. ‘I took it to the watch-maker to put right, but it was no use, so I had to buy a new one. For about a month, I felt very tired the whole time, and I lost a lot of my hair, [but] before two months were up I was in good shape again and my hair had begun to grow back.’
Interviewed in 1997 at his flat in Bolzano, looking out on the spectacular Dolomites, Rizzi — a youthful-looking 77 years old — told me that it was as if his whole body had developed an allergy.
Moreover, he became impotent for five months.