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on this case;
The meeting in the forest-glade /clearing in 1946


There still is a stone monument in memory of a UFO landing
that took place in Ängelholm, Sweden in 18th of may 1946.

The witness to the landing was Gösta "pollen" Carlsson and he is the
founder of the monument. And from the ideas he got from the visitors,
he became a multi-millionaire.
Here you can see on google maps where it is located Up is picture
from an article in a Norwegian weekly magazine "Allers" from #37/97 about this case,
with headline: "I must give thanks to my ufo-friends for
EVERYTHING!" (as he became a multi-millionaire in making medicine from flower-pollen
dust,
he got from their ideas, in the later contacts which are not
reported in this article, but some of it is - down on here/link - which is
translation of a book about his 'case'.).
Her på svensk mer
omfattende om kontakten og de senere opplevelser på 'neste nivå'
Allthough, it is in Swedish, someone from Sweden took the liberty
to translate it. He writes "Im sorry for spelling errors and such, but
I'm pretty sure its way better than what google translator alone could
do for you"
So here it is, its pretty long;
Swedens most famous - and spectacular -
close encounter between a human and a unknown object occured may the
18th 1946. Gösta Carlsson, then 28 years old, stumbled upon a disc
shaped object and its crew in the outskirts of Ängelholm. The incident
has been under the investigation of UFO-Sweden´s chairman Clas Svahn
and resulted in being published in the book "Mötet i gläntan" 1995. The
following is an extract from this book, written by Gösta Carlsson and
Clas Svahn.
The meeting in the
forest-glade /clearing (Mötet
i gläntan )
By Clas Svahn and Gösta Carlsson |
english audio-reading of this case in mp3
It is the 18th of may 1946, the clock is 10pm. The sky is darkblue and
clear, a light breeze is blowing from the east. I once again have taken
a seat on the fort´s steeldome at Skälderviksstranden. I´m sitting and
listening on the beutiful birdsong by the thrush, robin and other birds
joining the choir. As usual the so called Sjödammarna has really
started to bubble with life by all the different bird´s that nest here.
These dams really is a wonderfull place for birds. Old trees are left
standig making them excellent homes to owl´s, woodpecker´s and an
unbeliveable ammount of other birds. Sure, it is hard for us humans to
get here, but thats just the reason why nature has had it´s own way
here. Time after time I have had this dream that one day I could make
this place a bird reservation, and keep it just as it is for ever. But
one of the most positive thing in my life is that one day, my dream
would become true.
It started to get darker, and I realise it is time to head back home.
It is now 10:45pm, I turn on my orientationlamp which I always carry
with me on my eveningstroll´s.
I walked up on a little hill where you have a great view of both
Kronans and Vegeholms forrestland. On the land of Vegeholm right after
the birddam, a short way into a birchforrest consisting of big, old
trees, there is a big grassglade, that I know of quite well.
One of my youths "bad" virtues was amongst other´s to get hold of
birdeggs of all kind. Then, as now, this was of course against the law.
But as young boys we didn´t care much of what the law said, and the law
was´nt that strict back then as it is now. In this very glade,
yellowhammer, corn bunting, and different kinds of titlings, and in
some of the old birches, tawny owl´s nested.
ill.right by rune øverby
By sheer coincidence, I look at the direction of the grassglade, which
you can´t see to clear by all the trees. At first, I thought I saw
something shiny at the grassglade, but maybe it was just a reflectance
from my lamp. I turn it off, but the light is still there. It might be
early season campers or some youth´s that is hanging around the place I
thought. I decide to walk over there. I walk down the hill and jumped
over a small hole that has been collecting rainwater. On my right there
is a couple of sandhills with pines growing on them that obscure the
glade a bit. I clear the pines and just as I am about to turn in to the
glade i spot something that´s forever stuck in my memory.
In the furtherst part of the glade, just a couple of meters from a
lonely pine, there is a illuminated craft, one of which I have never
seen before or after. My first thought was that it was a carrousel
someone had drove there. But I soon realized that would be impossible,
as there was no roads leading to the glade.
The craft, or object, had the shape of a discus, and the craft is
resting on a sturdy fin in the direction of the lonely pine, and two
telescope legs, all three evenly spaced under the circle disc. In front
of the fin on the crafts belly, the is a hatch open, with a ladder and
leaders, like those ladders you see on boats. The hatch is about one
and a half meter above the ground and I can see how light is coming out
from the opening. I try to look inside the craft but the angel is to
narrow. All I can see is the bright light.
On the craft top there is a streamlined cabin that I estimate to be
around 8meter in diameters. With roughly 1 meters spacing there is oval
windows, maybe 50cm wide and 30cm high. While I am watching at the
craft I can´t keep from thinking that someone is pulling a prank on me.
One thought that goes through my head is that there is maybe German
pilots that has escaped from some camp. But deep inside, I know I´m
wrong.
On top of the cabin there is a telescopepole/mast, almost like a
periscope on a uboat. The height of the mast is about the same as the
pine, and the thickness of the craft´s middlepart I estimate to about 4
meters, at the craft side´s about 1 meter, and the mast should be about
5 meter high. At the top of the mast it splits into four parts. Under
the top of the mast i spot the lamp that emitted the strange violette
light that I spotet from the trail. The lamp is pointing downward
towards the craft and cover the whole craft like a "cheesebowl" with
just a few meter of light "leaking" outside the craft. The light itself
is sort of pulsating from the lamp, kinda like water from a fountain.
And the strangest thing of all is that the light has a curved path.
Where the light hits the ground or grass, is dissapear with a sparkling
effect, like that of a sparkler. A smell, not to different from ozon is
spreading throughout the air. Its like if an electric curtain has diped
over the craft.
The "body" and the cabin seems to be one piece. You can´t spot screws,
studs or joint anywhere. Around the bellys rim on the craft there is a
couple of holes, not unlike those found on turbines, pointing down and
are covered with what loke like a damper.
A few meter in front and outside the light´s circle, a man
with a white dress on him, is standing. He is dressed like our
astronauts is today. No matter how hard I look, I cant see any buttons,
zippers or other "clothingattatchments". On his feets he has blue or
black boots that wraps around his legs, around his waist he has a large
blue or black belt, on his head something that looks like a rainhoodie
or "windcheater hoodie" with the difference that it also covers the
front of his face and are made of some transparent material. On his
hand he got fingergloves. On his chest hangs something that looks like
a folding camera, but other than that, there is no equipment. The man
appears to be a guard. Where I am standing now I´m about 10meters from
the craft, and about 7-8 meter from this man.
The strange thing was, that when I approached the glade everyone turned
to look at me. It was like if I was expected, but not wanted...
On top of the craft by one of the windows there was an additional three
men, evidently ocuppied by some kind of work. Right next to them, but
below, I see two more men who is assisting and inside the lightcircle,
turned towards me, there is three girls. All dressed the same way, in
the same white dress, boots and belt. All the beings that are inside
the light has the transparent face mask removed to the back of their
heads.
Gösta was now about 10 meters from the craft and maybe 7-8 meters from
the guardpost. He could see that the men and women working on the craft
had normal earthly featuers and the women, or rather, girls, had light
or cendrécoloured hair, cut and managed in a modern manner. The mens
hair Gösta never saw, because of the black hoodie they wore, kinda like
the one tankdrivers have. From this hood there was something looking
like earplugs and it looked like the men was talking to each other via
these whitout moving their mouths. Suddenly something happened.
"The man who was standing outside the light - which whom I now
understand was serving as a guard - did a perfect stop sign with his
hand raised. It is a sign that can not be missinterpried and I stoped.
I still have my lamp on my head, but turned off. The guard point´s his
"folding camera" looking thing against me, and I get the impression
that he is about to take a picture of me. I think I hear a crack from
my lamp on my head, that I have turned off, but don´t bother with that.
"I´m about to take a few step closer to him, but he immidietly raises
his hand and at the same time I hear a crack again from my lamp. I
stand still, and the guard take a lap around the craft, allways on the
outside of the light, the men and girls continue their work at the
cabin....
It is possible there is two guards, on the backside of the craft. This
might explaine why there allways was a guard where I was.
I feel just like a wild animal must feel - there outside of the
lightcircle - like a safarihunter makes out in the bushes in the
african night. Suddenly, a girl with dark curly hair steps down the
ladder of the craft. In her hand she holds what looks like a bag and
hands out cups to the men and girls.
Everyone stops working a starts to drink from the cups.
I get the impulse to step forward again and talk to them, but the guard
once again raises his hand in line with my face and gives me the stop
sign and everyone look at me with a seriousness in their faces. The
guard too, like a police officer "this is as far as you get!" kinda
look. He won´t take his eyes off from me for one second.
It is like the "cheesecup/dome" of light scrrens of the craft from its
surrondings and the guard is there to prevent anyone from entering it.
Maybe the light would hurt me if I passed into it.
When I take a step back, everyone continue their work and I feel
slightly relieved. Two of th girls give me a beutifull smile and I can
see their flashing white theeths. I can brag with almost never being
afraid of anything, and I have spent enough time out in the woods to
not belive in the devil or trolls. But this was something else.
The people at the craft makes me think about folks from the pentecostal
church or something similar. All are happy and glad. You get the
impression that they hav´nt got a problem in the world, and what they
had, they have solved allready.
By the time I am standing there and watching, I can see the crew go in
and out the craft, up the ladder next to the fin. When they do that, I
observe how the two telescope legs moves up and down. They are spring
loaded like the front wheel of an airplane.
Just as I am about to take a step forward again, the girl
with the dark curly hair steps outside the cabin again. In her hand she
hold a bright shiny object which draws the atention from all the other
in the crew. She takes a few step towards the outskirt of the lightdome
and throws the object out with a quick motion. It falls right next to a
little upslope.At the same time I hear a pearly happy girls laughter,
and I realise this is the first time I hear a noise from them this
whole time. But I have heard the crackling of twiggs by the gaurds feet
on the grass which is spread all over the ground.
The whole thing starts to be very surreal to me, and allthough I am one
those person who has never tasted alchohol in any form, and can
therefore not blame this on some kind of hallucination or some other
kind of imagination, I decide to hike back to Skälderviksstrande and
the come back to see if it is still here. It takes about 20minutes to
get there. I take of my shoes and socks and wade out in the water to
wet my feet just to make sure I´m not dreaming. It is freezing so I am
awake allright.
This begins to feel slightly fritgheening. I decide to walk along the
beach for abit and take another path to the way back to the glade so
that I come in from the "back" of the craft instead. When I am about
half way there I got up on the sandhills/dunes again and sit down on a
old fort to put my socks back on again and look at the direction from
where I first saw the light. Where I am, there is dense youngforrest so
I can´t see anything at all.
Then, suddenly, I see a red light. At first I thought it was the moon
rising, but after closer inspection, I realise that isn´t the case.
Slowly, and majestic, the craft, wish I now see clearly, is rising.
It´s almost like a ballon rising. Only a whining sound, like that of a
vacuumcleaner can be heard. Higher and higher it goes with a halo of
red light from the turbine holes under the craft. At about 400-500
meters altitude it slows down slightly, begins to pendle sideways a
bit, I now see that the pole/mast is not up, and the two legs and the
fin is nowhere to bee seen either.
It is a little hazy outside now, but the whole manouver is clearly
visible and the whole craft is illumintade by the red light and the
cabin windows light. And then the craft tilts so it is now pointing
slghtlu up or down towards the nightsky or the ground. The red light
becomes more intense, and the craft shoots out with a tremendous speed,
the red light turns into violette. The craft moves sideways from left
to right and back again as it was searching for something, the light
turns red again as the craft slows down for a bit, but the light turns
to violette almost immediately and the craft is speeding again. Three
times I watch the craft make the same thing before it finaly dissapears
over Ängelholm.
I stand still for a good ammount of time among the sanddunes and a
quite disturbed by what I just had witnessed. We who lived through the
second world war was used to see many new terrible weapons from both
the allies and axis - reaplanes, atombombs, the Germans V1 and V2 bombs
- that almost nothing suprised us anymore. Despite the war enden a year
ago I was almost certain this was some secret but delayed weapon that
"they" had kept testing. But had Hitler had one of these craft. surely
he wouldn´t had lost the war.
First severly years later when report of unindentified objects started
to become more frequent, I started to make the connection between my
observation and these new one. Maybe, it was´nt a secret weapon I had
witnessed. Maybe not even a craft from this earth. ..This I can tell
you, if the people I saw wasn´t from this planet and from some alien
planet, there wasn´t much of a difference from human and them. Maybe
alot more technically advanced than us, but other than that, like
hight, looks and so on, if you took of their suits, I dont think you
could tell the difference from them to us.
I go back over the sanddunes to get to the usual way home.
Landshövdinge-road is rough and hard to ride a bike on, so I walk a
little, ride a little, walk a little and so on. It is now completely
dark, so, to be able to see, I tried turning on my lamp. Allthough I
flick the on switch, nothing happens. I screw off the bottom and take
out the batteries. It feels hot, I figured a shortcircut had occured.
For a moment I think of the guard and the strange cracking or flicking
sound he made when he pointed the blach thing against me. But just
seems to unreal for me. When I the day after put in some new batteries
and tried the lamp, it worked lika a charm. Of course it could have a
natural explanation, but it did occured during all this, because, I had
it lit right up to when I went down towards the light when I shut it
off because I wanted to sneak up to whomever it was there in the glade.
It had never happened before, not after.
When Gösta Carlsson continued along Landshövdinge-road home
that night he followed the road and didn´t take any more trip out into
the woods. When he lay down on his bed to get some sleep, he couldnt
fall asleep. The incident in the woods had disturbed him too much, and
his thoughs was on the strange craft and the crews. Before he finaly
was able to sleep he decided that the first thing when he woke up was
to head back to the glade.
Early next morning, after a cup of coffe, Gösta took his bike and
headed towards the beach. In a few minutes he was back where it all had
happened. He had returned by one reason only; would there be any
remains left from the craft, or crew?
It was.
When Gösta arrives to the glade just after 4am on the sunday
morning a light rain begins to fall over Ängelholsmforrest. The sun is
up since an hour ago and a lamp is not needed now. When he for the
second time in under 6 hours jumps over the little hole withe the
rainwater in it and follows the sandduned towards the glade his
heartrate begins to rise. What will he find amongst the trees?
This time he got a notebook and folding ruler. If there are any
remains, he is prepared. He couldn´t be sure. And at first glance he
was dissapointed. From afar he couldn´t see anything.
- First when I got closer I saw the traces, he tells. The marks after
the turbine holes was the most apparent trace. Where they where, the
grass was burnt off completly. In a ring, about 3cm wide the sand was
completely exposed. A greyish layer of ash was all that remained of the
grass. The ring was that deep, just a couple of centimeters, so the
liftoff couldn´t have had that kind of power as we are used to here on
earth with our veichles. And that would be according to what I saw the
truth. As what I witnessed wasn´t some known craft with any kind of
propulsion system we know about.
Beside the burned ring, Gösta also observed the markings after the fin
and the two landinglegs. A few meters away, the branches on the pine
that was closest to the craft is burned off. And some was covered in
black ash, a couple of years later they wither and dies.
Gösta measure the place and take note of the sizes of the circles. He
make a crude sketch and estimate that the craft was 16meter in
diameter. The prints from the two landinggears has a diameter of about
90cm.
Further, you could see bootprints in the grass. Nothing spectacular,
the sole of the boot is solid, with a rifle grove pattern. The lenght
dont deviate either, Gösta mesure it to be about the size of 39-44m.
The boot prints is located in a quarter circle from north to east off
of the burned mark.
But there is more findings.

top left; view from air of the place in the air-photo
taken some later, in 1949 - but still the rings can be seen on
here. Down is a near view of the stone in the ring he got from them,
probably a communication device, as have been in many such cases
esp.this one from ITABI-RA.
- Just as I was about to leave, I remembered the shiny object the girls
had thrown away. I remembered the spot it landed in. When I looked for
it, I saw somethin glimmering in the grass and lifted up what looked
like shiny staff made of what it looked like, violette quartz, about 4
cm thick, 5cm wide, and about 12 cm tall. It had rounded corners and
was burned and smelted in the other end.
A few decimeter from there I found a ring with the size about 17 in
some kind of a greenish metal and a beutifull stone in it. It did´nt
look like our modern rings, this one was more...fun.
There where a couple of "X" markings on it, which I guess was kinda
like initials. My first thought was that someone had dropped it and I
should turn it in to the police, but I later connected it to the craft.
Inside the lightdome, close to the burned pine, Gösta finds two of the
cups the woman had served the crew. He picks them up and note the
strange looks with the bent pip, almost like an old oillamp. When he
shakes it he can clearly hear that it still is some liquid content
inside it. With his findings in his pockets he starts to ride his bike
home to write a report to the authorities. But, the report to
Försvarsstaben (swedish defence staff) never gets sent away. Other,
more strange, happenings stops him from doing so.
- When I got home to show my wife my findings, the first thing she said
to me was "But, you´re face is all yellow" I looked in the mirror, and
right she was. I was all yellow. What was going on? For a moment I
started to get really worried. Maybe I had touch on something
dangerous. But then I saw that my coat also was yellow. And I could
wash it off easily with just tapwater. I took some of it and put it
under my microscope. Phew, it was pollen. And I knew from where too,
the birches of course. The branches had scratch my face on my way to
the glade.
- It was about at that time I started to figure out a
method, which succeded over my expectation, and made it able for me and
my company I started in 1952 to gather pollen in an almost unlimited
quantity, and made it possible for me to make a medical product solely
based on a resource that has been around for all eternity but never
been thought of. So yes, sometime i polish my quartzstaff a little
(Sorry but I just hade to lol that one /Netlas OP) and think about the
strange happening, the strange men and girls, and wonder where they
could have come from, where were they headed, and will they come back.
What happened to Gösta Carlsson in the grassglade these hours between
may the 18-th and 19th 1946 would led to a series of unexplanied
happenings. Gösta started to have vivid dreams in the nights, dreams
that just maybe wasn´t dreams. Dreams that brought him back to the
strange people he saw that night.
THE END
some more on the happenings...
news-articles from the
swedish press on this case in pdf-files: ca 70% downscroll on
this link there are many articlec from press etc:

cast iron tablet he had made on
the place; "on this place landed a ufo 18th mai 1946...."


we visiting the place in 2012 (remark
the light-orb by my lower chaca)
else from sweden of a very
important ufo-contact where "they" did warn against the upcoming WW3:
AMAZING TRIPS WITH
UFOs:
or
pdf | sv
ufo-crash
in remote Sweden with the pilot surviving in mid 50s