Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth – THE YAVARI RIVER STORY
Ludwig Pallmann did not see Satu or Xiti in India again. In Zurich, he took the peculiar ring to a jeweller, who commented that the pre- Columbian design and gold-work of the ‘God’ on its surface were unlike anything he had ever seen, and recommended that the ring should be shown to a specialist. ‘The diagnosis of this expert was that he believed this to be a masterwork of great value, belonging to one of the earliest pre-Columbian dynasties,’ claimed Pallmann. ‘What intrigued them to the point of utmost curiosity was the metal insert, which I believe to be of extraterrestrial origin.’
A few years went by. Pallmann was busy installing milling and pulverizing plants in Argentina, Mexico, Colombia and Peru. While in Iquitos, Peru, he heard an interesting story from an Austrian tour guide, a rugged individual who had spent much time in remote jungle areas in that part of the country. ‘On the other side of the Yavari River, I saw several white explorers turned native,’ related the guide, describing an incident that had occurred while he was suffering from a fever. ‘The funniest people I ever met; with hands so strange, that I thought them to be from a different world.’ Pallmann pricked up his ears. ‘They might have talked a lot of nonsense,’ the guide continued, ‘but they were such fine engineers. They even fixed a broken out-board propeller blade for me so that I could get back to the Yavari. For all their craziness, they were good at doctoring as well.’ Pallmann bought the guide a drink and pumped him for more information. The Austrian opened up somewhat.
‘This fellow with the funny mouth, a legacy of some fever, I suppose, gave me a tablet to swallow. I felt better almost immediately. Then he gave me some fruit juice. That was the best fruit juice I’ve ever tasted. Yes, they were white folk turned native all right. I told them to give it up, and come back to civilization, but they refused . . . I told the missionaries on the Brazil side of the border what I’d seen out there on the Yavari River. They wouldn’t believe a word I said.
Made out it was the fever. Said no white man would dare to go into cannibal country . . .’