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| Añadido | Sáb, 02/07/2022 |
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Nelson Polanca (𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨) cuenta en el interior Luis Burgos (𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐬) sobre la experiencia que vivió, durante una larga exploración de los sorprendentes fenómenos de Gobernador Ugarte, un pequeño pueblo en la ruta 25 entre Chivilca y 25 de mayo.
... fue nuestra duodécima visita a Ugarte. Hicimos la duodécima expedición de investigación en Ugarte. Nuestra tarea es explorar narrativas sobre Ovnis. Somos investigadores de campo. Estamos investigando casos que nos han contado personas testigos, pero el caso de Gobernador Ugarte nos ha tocado personalmente.
Comenzamos a interesarnos por lo que el testigo dijo que estaba sucediendo en ese lugar. Y todo sucedió en una noche terriblemente fría. Cenamos en Angélica" la Bebe " Labaroni, una maravillosa familia que siempre nos ha acogido cordialmente en su casa y con la que todavía nos comunicamos.
Se fueron a la cama y le dije a Miguel: "Miguel, vamos a dar un paseo, tal vez veamos algo".
Fue Miguelito, Miguelito Peralta, el preciado compañero, y fuimos de la casa Labaroni a la puerta del Rancho La esperanza, que son la clave del fenómeno, y eso es aproximadamente un kilómetro y medio. Así que Miguel y yo caminamos lentamente hacia la puerta, queriendo echar un vistazo. Con nosotros teníamos binoculares y cámaras. Hacía mucho frío. Hace tanto frío. Creo que la temperatura era inferior a un grado (1 Celsius = 32 Fahrenheit), estábamos abrigados, pero la noche era muy tranquila.
Todo lo que se podía escuchar eran los bichos típicos del campo. Era una noche estrellada con un poco de niebla, no mucho, y la hora era alrededor de la una de la madrugada. Fue entonces cuando Miguel y yo vimos la luz saliendo del Suelo, desde el área conocida por todos como el Monte del Tio Celestino (desierto del tío Celestino), que está a unos mil metros de la entrada del Rancho, desde la puerta.
Es un área silvestre con árboles de eucalipto que corre paralela a un camino rural y luego a una puerta a través de la cual se puede acceder a los terrenos.
Estaba en la puerta y esas luces estaban en el desierto. Este lugar lo llama el desierto del tío Celestino, porque hace muchos años vivía aquí un hombre que murió hace mucho tiempo y en este lugar había una casa. Murió allí, y ese nombre se convirtió en su legado.
Miguel y yo vimos una luz azul saliendo del Suelo en forma de abanico y apuntando hacia arriba. Solo duró un segundo. Ambos lo vimos.
Él preguntó: "¿ves un abanico de luz?"
Le respondí: "sí, Miguel, ya veo. ¿De dónde viene esto? Tal vez sea un cazador."
Él respondió: "No lo sé."
Apareció desde el Suelo en forma de abanico con una luz brillante muy hermosa. Este cono de luz duró solo unos segundos. Entonces no vimos nada más. Pasó media hora y seguí mirando hacia el desierto, y luego vi algo extraño. Vi a un hombre caminando entre los árboles. Caminaba desde las profundidades del desierto hacia afuera.
Y lo observé con binoculares mientras pasaba de un tronco de árbol a otro. La figura tenía una luz en sus manos, lo recuerdo como una linterna o algo similar, y la luz iluminaba el cuerpo de una persona y todo lo que la rodeaba. Siguió caminando hasta que se encontró fuera del desierto y luego se detuvo y miró a su alrededor. Pude verlo claramente. Miró a su alrededor por un tiempo y luego se sumergió de nuevo en el desierto, repitiendo sus pasos.
Tuvo que hacer esta acción al menos dos veces. Salió y volvió.
Le dije: "¿Quién es ese tipo?"
Luego recordé que Carolina decía que los cazadores o pescadores a veces se quedan fuera de la nada, pero me preguntaba: "¿Qué cazador o pescador estaría aquí en ese frío?"
Mis ojos estaban pegados a este hombre. Luego, unos minutos más tarde, todavía mirando a este personaje, pensé:
"No puede ser, ¿por qué lleva esa ropa? ¿Por qué brilla?"Entonces pensé:' Algo está mal aquí', todo estaba en mi cabeza.
Su ropa emitía luminiscencia, un maravilloso color azul. Además de esta linterna, llevaba una linterna en la mano, siempre en una mano, sin cambiarla nunca a la otra.
Aunque no podía ver su cabeza ni su cara. Sabía que los tenía, por supuesto... fue antropomórfico. Nos miró hacia atrás y miró hacia el Suelo. Pero tenía la sensación de que había perdido algo. Vino, condujo y miró. Eso fue dos veces.
Creo que duró cinco minutos ... cuatro minutos.
Nunca supe lo que Miguel estaba mirando. Cuando todo terminó, cuando el personaje se apagó porque pude verlo volver a los arbustos y luego ¡boom! Se ha ido. Se apagó. Es como si alguien hubiera accionado un interruptor. Y nunca lo volví a ver. De repente tuve frío y le dije a Miguel: "tengo tan increíblemente frío, ¿por qué no volvemos?»
Miguel dijo, sí, ¿por qué no volvemos adentro, hace demasiado frío y así sucesivamente? Y nos fuimos. Estamos de vuelta en la casa. Tú, Louis, estabas en la habitación de al lado.
No recuerdo haber entrado en mi habitación. Por mucho que lo intente, no puedo decir que recuerdo el camino de regreso desde la puerta. Por mucho que lo intente, Louis, no lo recuerdo. Estaba encerrado en mi cabeza.
Entonces, a la mañana siguiente, me levanté, ya desayunaste en el comedor y lo primero que te dije fue: "Louis, de ninguna manera adivinarás lo que vi anoche". Vi a un hombre con esa descripción en el desierto. Miguel estaba en otra habitación escuchando. Más tarde, cuando Miguel se despertó, permaneció en silencio. No dijo una palabra.
Pero lo más extraño de todo esto, Louis, es que me tomó años recordar lo que sucedió esa noche. Muchos años. La imagen de ese hombre caminando en la oscuridad con esta luz, con este increíble atuendo azul, nunca se borró de mi cabeza. Nunca he visto algo así.
Miguel me culpa por no [decirle lo que vi]. Y Burgos, me conoces en el campo. Reacciono a cualquier cosa que suceda, atrayendo la atención de todos para que puedan verlo. Esa noche no le dije una palabra a Miguel. No sé por qué. Creo que algo estaba a punto de suceder, y ni siquiera lo dudaré... Respeto el hecho de que Miguel no me crea... Simplemente no puedo decir en qué dirección estaba mirando Miguel mientras observaba a esta criatura. Porque hoy podemos hablar de un ser humano...
Y al día siguiente reconstruimos la vigilancia. Visitamos la zona, caminamos... y te pedí un favor, Louis, para explicar lo que me pasó. Porque he pasado por muchas cosas, pero no he podido asimilarlas. Lo que vi me dejó [en shock] durante años.
Sin binoculares, solo podía ver la luz, pero en la reconstrucción era fácil ver a un hombre de un metro setenta y cinco (5 pies 7 pulgadas), pero luego se perdía detrás de la puerta.
Una vez que reconstruimos el evento y pude ver la realidad de lo que sucedió... porque en ese momento no podía analizar la altura o la distancia, lo miré con calma, sin ninguna imagen. mi mente o voces Todo lo que podía hacer era observar. Pero de todos modos, sé lo que vi. Tuve la oportunidad de ver una criatura humanoide que medía al menos tres metros (9.8 pies) de altura. Fue un shock. Nunca lo olvidaré.
Cuando estábamos haciendo ufología comparativa, recordábamos al gigante barrio el bosque en Tucumán, cuando el albañil González vio esta enorme figura de tres metros de altura ...en 1978, seguido por el caso más reciente de paso Lobera en corrientes, investigado por Pablo [inaudible], donde la cabeza de la criatura era casi tan alta como la punta de un eucalipto. Estos casos no son muy diferentes del caso de este personaje. Cuando vas por las tipologías piensas en el Tipo 3, una criatura que mide ochenta metros de altura, pero no, fue mucho más allá de los dos veinte metros.
Louis, creo que esa noche fue un regalo para mí. Alguien está persiguiendo historias ... como saben, me encantan los casos CE-3. Encuentros con Ovnis-humanoides o entidades. Pero para poder ser consciente del trauma que esto implica ... ahora me doy cuenta de lo que compartí y sucedió en 2003, no en la situación de Miguel, ya que no sé a dónde estaba mirando, pero hay un shock mental, algo está pasando dentro, hay un cambio, algo está pasando...
Lo mismo sucedió con Avelino Mengi...
Noticias originales
𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 - 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐁𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐬
𝟎𝟔. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐢𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐝
Luis Burgos: Well, Nelson, moving right along here with Los Invasores, I suggest to you - so that all our listeners can hear it at once - a very, very interesting case that we experienced, that you experienced, during our long-term research of the astonishing phenomena of Gobernador Ugarte, that little town on Route 25 between Chivilcoy and 25 de Mayo. To us, it was among the most spectacular cases we ever researched; on account of all the experiences we had there. There is one that stands out among all those experiences and observations, which I know was in the winter of 2003. You and Miguel Peralta had stayed behind in the fence gate area, and well, I wanted you to speak about it in a summarized version for the program.
Nelson Polanco: Yes indeed. It was a case that involved me personally. I don't know how many times we went to Ugarte...
LB: In 2002, practically every week.
NP: ...but this had been our twelfth visit to Ugarte. The twelfth research expedition we made to Ugarte.
LB: And there were more.
NP: There were more. It's what you've said before - we don't go to these places to summon the cosmic brothers or to shout: Come on down and contact us! Our task is to research UFO narratives. We are field researchers. We look into cases told to us by people - witnesses - but the Gobernador Ugarte case affected us personally. Given the number of times we visited the site, we became personally involved with the phenomenon.
LB: Yes.
NP: We began to involve ourselves with what the witness said was going in that place. And all of this happened on a terribly cold night. We'd had dinner at Angelica "La Beba" Labaroní, a wonderful family that always welcomed us into their home, and which we are still in contact...
LB: Permanently.
NP:...and well, you went to sleep, since you were feeling so cold, and I said to Miguel: "Miguel, let's go take a walk, maybe we’ll see something." That was Miguelito, Miguelito Peralta, a cherished companion, and we began to walk from the Labaroní house to the gate of the La Esperanza ranch, which is the key of the phenomenon...
LB: The epicenter.
NP...and it's approximately a kilometer and a half distant. So Miguel and I walked slowly to the gate, willing to take a look. We had binoculars and photo cameras in hand. It was very cold, Burgos. So cold. I think the temperature was less than one degree (1 centigrade = 32 Fahrenheit), we were warmly dressed, but the night was very still. All that you could hear was bugs characteristic of the rural area. It was a starry evening with just a little bit of fog, not much, and the time was around 1 a.m. It was then that Miguel and I saw a light emerge from the ground, from an area known to all as Monte del Tio Celestino (Uncle Celestino's wilderness) which is some one thousand meters distant, more or less...
LB: Yes, more or less.
NP: ...a thousand meters from the entrance to the ranch, from the gate.
LB: This is a wilderness with eucalyptus trees that runs parallel to the country road, and then to the gate that allows access to the property. You were at the gate, and those lights were in the wilderness.
NP: They call it Uncle Celestino's wilderness because many years ago it was occupied by a man who died long ago and there was a house on the site. He died there and the name was his legacy.
LB: Exactly.
NP: So Miguel and I saw a blue-colored light emerging from the ground in a fan-shape, aimed upward. It lasted only seconds. We both saw it.
LB: You both witnessed it?
NP: Exactly, Miguel saw it too. He asked are you seeing that fan of light? I replied: Yes, Miguel, I'm seeing it. Where is it coming from? Might it be a hunter? I don't know. It emerged from the ground in a fan-shape with a very lovely, striking light. That cone of light lasted only seconds. Then we didn't see anything else. Half an hour went by and I kept looking toward the wilderness, and then I saw something strange, Luis. I saw a person walking amidst the trees. It was walking from the interior of the wilderness to the outside.
LB: Yes, yes.
NP: And I was watching him with binoculars as he went from one tree trunk to the next. The figure had a light in its hands, I remember it as a lantern or something similar, and the light lit up the person's body and the surroundings. It kept walking until it was outside the wilderness and then stopped and looked around. I could see it clearly. It looked around for a while and then ducked back into the wilderness, retracing its steps. It must've done this activity at least twice. It came out and went back in.
LB: So how was Miguel reacting to all this?
NP: I figure he was looking at the same thing I was looking at.
LB: Not looking elsewhere?
NP: I don't know. Because...how can I say?... I was concentrating on what I was seeing. I said: "Who's that guy there?" I then remembered that Carolina had said that hunters or fishermen would sometimes stay inside the wilderness, but I wondered: "What hunter or fisherman would be out here in this cold?"
LB: All of this was inside your head? Or did you say it aloud to Miguel? You were talking to yourself.
NP: Precisely. My eyes were glued on that person. Then, minutes later, still looking at that character, I thought: "This can't be, why is he wearing those clothes? Why do they glow?" I then thought: "Something's wrong here" -- all of this was inside my head.
LB: Yes, yes.
NP: "Why do his clothes glow so much?"
LB: His clothing wasn't lit by the gas lantern?
NP: His clothes gave off a luminescence - a marvelous blue color, Luis. A hue that lit up everything. Aside from this light, he carried a light in his arm, always in the same arm, never shifted it to the other.
LB: Did you get the impression that he was looking for something?
NP: Yes, although I couldn't see his head or face. I knew he had one, of course...
LB: It was anthropomorphic.
NP:...it was anthropomorphic, yes; it was looking back at us, and looking at the ground. But I had the sensation that it had lost something. It came and went and looked. It did so twice.
LB: Overall, how long did both sightings last?
NP: I figure some five minutes, four minutes.
LB: In those five minutes, Miguel was looking somewhere else and you never said a word to him.
NP: I never knew what Miguel was looking at.
LB: You forgot all about Miguel to live through this personal experience with your binoculars.
NP: What's more, when it was all over, when the character sort of turned off, because I could see him go back into the brush and then boom! He was gone. He turned off. Like someone had thrown a switch. And I never saw him again. I suddenly felt cold, and I said to Miguel, "I'm so incredibly cold, why don't we head back?" Miguel said, yeah, why don't we go back inside, it's too cold, and so forth..
LB: Right.
NP: And we left. We got back to the house; you were already in bed in the other room...
LB: Yes, the adjacent room. Let me add that when you both returned, I woke up because you were talking and the subject wasn't raised.
NP: Yes, yes. I can't say I remember the subject I was discussing with Miguel.
LB: Nothing to do with this?
NP: No, I never ever raised it with him. In fact, I don't remember how I ever got to my own room. No matter how I try, I can't say I remember the way back from the gate. No matter how hard I try, Luis, I can't recall. It was locked away in my head.
LB: So the next morning...
NP: So the next morning, I got up, you were already in the dining room having breakfast, and the first thing I said to you was: "Luis, you'll never guess what I saw last night." I saw a person with such and such description in the wilderness. Miguel was in the other room, listening.
LB: Of course.
NP: Later, when Miguel woke up, he was completely silent. He didn't utter a word.
LB: He either didn't react, or reacted and kept it to himself.
NP: Yes, exactly. But the strangest part of all this, Luis, is that it took me years to remember what happened that night. Many years. The image of that person walking in the dark with that light, with that amazing blue outfit, was never erased from my head. I'd never seen anything like it.
LB: And Miguel never forgave you for many years that you didn't tell him.
NP: Miguel holds it against me that I didn't [tell him what I was seeing]. And Burgos, you know me in the field. I react to any single thing that's going on, drawing everyone's attention to it so they can see it. That night I didn't say a word to Miguel. I don't know why. I think something must have happened, and won't even question...I respect the fact that Miguel doesn't believe me...I just can't say which direction Miguel was looking off to when I was watching this being. Because today we can speak in terms of a humanoid entity...
LB: And the next day we reconstructed the sighting. We visited the area, walked around...
NP: ...and I asked you as a favor, Luis, to please explain what had happened to me. Because I'd been through many things, but unable to assimilate this one. What I saw left me [in shock] for years.
LB: Now you, with the unaided eye, were also able to see the figure?
NP: No, just the light. Without binoculars, all I could see was the light.
LB: Even so, let me tell you, based on the reconstruction we made when I walked around, and you could see me from the gate, and then I lost myself in the distance...
NP: Yes, I couldn't see you.
LB: My height is one meter seventy five (5'7"). That person far exceeded my height, easily. A very tall individual.
NP: Yes, once we reconstructed the event, and I could see the reality of what took place...because at the time I couldn't analyze the height or distance involved, I was quietly looking it all, with no images coming to my mind, or voices. All I could do was observe. But anyway, I know what I saw. I had the chance to see a humanoid entity that was at least three meters tall (9.8 feet). It was a shock. I'll never forget it.
LB: Very tall, very tall. And when we engage in comparative ufology, you have to remember the giant of Barrio El Bosque in Tucumán, when the bricklayer Gonzalez saw that huge figure, three meters tall...
NP: The case we worked with our dear departed friend [inaudible]
LB:...in 1978, and then the more recent Paso Lobera case in Corrientes, researched by Pablo [inaudible], where the entity's head was nearly as tall as the top of the eucalyptus trees. These cases don't differ greatly from the one involving this character. When you go by typologies, one thinks of Type 3, a being that stands a meter eighty, but no, this was far in excess of the two twenty meter range.
NP: Luis, I think that night was a gift they gave me. One chases stories...as you know, I'm passionate about CE-3 cases. Encounters with UFO humanoids or entities. But to be able to realize the trauma it supposes...now I realize that I shared, and this occurred in 2003, not the situation involving Miguel, since I don't know where he was looking toward, but there's a mental shock, something takes place internally, there is a change, things happen...
LB: You were detached, watching that situation, and Miguel was doing something else.
NP: Let me change the vision around for you. I think was manipulated.
LB: Could be. Why not?
NP: The same thing happened to Avelino Mengui...
LB: The famous night of the 4th of march. Well, a relative of mine, around 1978, suffered what appeared to be an abduction as she walked through the brush on the outskirts of La Plata. She saw a cone of blue light fall from above in front of her at a distance of a meter, and then lost consciousness. She regained consciousness in minutes and walked into her house. There was another relative of mine present, and she didn't say a word to him! Not a word. Two days later, in that same stretch, the famous Degalí case occurred from Carmen de Patagones. I said to her: "Did you hear about the case involving the runners who saw a strange light?" She said: "Hold on a second. A light. Do you know that..." And then she told me her story. She couldn't explain why, 48 hours later, she hadn't said a word to anyone. Her husband reproached her. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" Exactly the very same thing Miguel said to you.
NP: I think it's complicated, very complicated. I can't remember, Luis, how I got back to the room in the Labaroní house. I'm someone who remembers the least detail, but that night I can't remember, cannot remember no matter how hard I try to search my memory, and I don't know if I'll take to the grave or not. But perhaps before I go I'll have the memory of some lights, memories of what happened at the time. I treasure that moment, however. It's a very intimate, personal experience. It can be analyzed from a number of different perspectives, but today I realize, Luis, what people who have encounters with these occupants go through, the trauma and the things left behind in the unconscious. Things that the experiencer remembers after a certain time. The other day I was listening to Marcelo Martinich discussing the Pérez case, and I congratulate him because over the years he was able to probe deeper into the case and find details, things that not even a psychoanalist would have brought forward.
LB: Nelson, before we go, let me give you two comparisons to put your mind at ease. In 1969, in the town of Croto, next to Labarría, Aquilino Acosta felt a disturbance at the farm he shared with his wife. He looked through the window and saw seventeen pairs of legs, transparent. He couldn't see the upper section. Seventeen pairs of glowing legs. Seventeen, all of them holding a sort of lantern in their hands as though looking for something on the ground. Very, very tall people whose height surely exceeded two meters. This was in 1969. Remember my own case involving the first humanoid encounter in the country, with a sergeant and corporal of the Buenos Aires police in the 1940s, where they saw silhouettes around an oval shape. The four or five silhouettes they saw carried lights in their hands. Very similar to the events at Tío Celestino.
NP: So true.
LB: And with that, we bring to a close this case that you were so fortunate to experience.
NP: Thank you, Luis, for letting me share it.
[Transcription and translation (c) 2022, S. Corrales, IHU with thanks to Luis Burgos and Nelson Polanco]
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