During
his recent visit to Puerto Rico, Bob Pratt, U.S. investigator,
said: "Puerto Rico is incredible. In other parts of the
world you see a wave of a certain type of case for a certain
time and in a certain place - but here all types of UFO
cases are occuring everywhere all the time. You see UFOs
entering or leaving the sea, entering into mountains, landings,
encounters with entities, abductions, physical examinations,
military jets pursuing UFOs and vice-versa, encounters with
"Bigfoots" - in fact the lot! Puerto Rico is a veritable
"paradise" for the investigator who has dedicated himself
to probing the entire UFO situation".
Similar
comments have come from other visiting investigators, such
as Timothy Good of England, Yun Ichi Yaoi of Japan, Jaime
Maussán from Mexico, Salvador Freixedo and his wife Magdalena
del Amo from Spain, Command-Sergeant Major Bob Dean from
the USA, and many, many others.
The
case that I am describing today occurred at 7.45 pm. on
December 28, 1988, when, according to numerous local eyewitnesses,
a gigantic vividly illuminated "Triangle" apparently captured
two military jet aircraft and then vanished, over the area
of the Sierra Bermeja ("Vermilion Range") and Lake Cartagena,
in the south-western corner of the Island of Puerto Rico,
where the great bulk of the phenomena seems to be concentrated.
(see map above).
So
far as we have learned, the two jets werefrom the U.S. Navy
- possibly F-14 Tomcats. All the many witness accounts,
from the towns of Lajas and Cabo Rojo, as well as their
sketches of the UFO and the two aircraft, are in complete
agreement.
Among
these many eyewitnesses was Sr. Carlos Manuel Mercado, residing
at Betances, beside the Highway No. 101 and near the Sierra
Bermeja and the Samán area.
Mercado
and his family had already had numerous UFO sightings, and
we trust him, because everything that he has said is backed
up by so many other eyewitnesses.
Soon
after the episode of the big triangle and the two vanishing
jets, we were in that area, investigating, when Mercado
contacted us saying that he had to tell us confidentially
about something that had been worrying him greatly for months
past. He said that, six months before the affair of the
triangle and the two jets, something important had happened
to him, He said that so far he had not dared to tell anyone,
because they would never believe him. He went on: "You investigators
know that we have experienced very strange things here.
I seek no publicity. I just tell you this because I know
that you are a sensible and serious person and will listen
to me.
"In
July 1988, prior to the affair of the triangle and the jets
on December 28 of that year, this thing, of which I have
told nobody, happened to me. It left me too shaken. It wasn’t
something bad - but it had a profound effect on me.
"This
is the very first time that I have told anyone. I was carried
off by some of those Martians. It was at night - about midnight
- I couldn’t sleep owing to the terrific heat, so I got
out of bed and went to the sitting-room. My wife remained
asleep. I lay down on the sofa in the sitting-room, to see
if it was a bit cooler there.
"After
a few minutes, I saw a glow of whitish light coming from
outside, as though from the road, and I heard a strange
noise, like a powerful hum- zuuuuuum something like that,
I’d say. "A couple of minutes or so later, I heard what
seemed like something tapping on the window in front of
me - a metallic sort of sound, as the window has metallic
shutters - aluminium slats. "I got up and opened the window,
and there they were - three little fellows standing there
under the window, on the sun-lounge of my house. It shook
me. Because they were so different - they looked a bit like
us. But they weren’t human. In front of his house, on the
other side of the road, was standing a flying saucer.
"They
were little chaps, as I say, and ugly, with heads a bit
bigger than ours, and no hair. They had no ears, and their
eyes were huge, dark. I could see no noses on them - just
little holes. And a little slash for a mouth. Their faces
looked flattened. "Their skin was sort of greyish, and their
faces and hands covered with little bumps or lumps. You
know how acne looks? Well - it was like that. Ugly they
were. They were about three to four feet high (a bit over
one metre) and they were thin, and dressed in overalls like
mechanics wear, from top to toe, of a sort of greyish-creamy
looking colour, a sort of sandy shade. "Only their heads
and hands were not covered by the clothing. "At first I
felt scared, but they told me not to be afraid, that they
weren’t going to hurt me, and only wanted to show me something.
And they told me this, as it were in my mind, because they
didn’t open their mouths even once. When they told me that,
my fear left me.
I
didn’t know why really, but I had the feeling that they
were good, and that they weren’t going to do me any harm.
"They asked me to come out, so I opened the door and went
out. Then two of them took hold of me, one on each arm,
and took me out up the road, and it was then that I saw
the machine. It was one of those saucers of theirs, a vessel,
I tell you. It was standing there on the ground, just outside
the entrance to Samán, beside the Highway 101, right in
the corner opposite my house.
"What
I could best compare it to would be - you know - those watering-carts
that they have on the streets - well - a bit like that....
The lower part was round, and it had a raised cupola on
top. And on the cupola it had very big lighted windows.
"Below,
all around the rim, the thing had lots of lights, of all
colours. And, underneath, four tall metal legs on which
it was standing. In the centre underneath there was a hole,
and a ladder coming out of it, and the little chaps told
me to go up the ladder. I went up it with them and we arrived
on top inside where the big windows were.
There
was lots of machinery there, and sort of panels, controls,
little lights and some other little chaps working the controls.
And also one other - who was different.
"They
explained to me that this one - the different one - was
their captain and doctor, and that from then on he would
take over with me. And so they went off to do other things.
"Well,
as you could imagine, the truth is that I felt better with
him - because he looked more like us, less coarse, and smoother.
His skin colour was the same as theirs - greyish - his head
a bit bigger than theirs, but his eyes not so big. And he
had a nose like us, but pointed, and the surface of his
skin was not like the skin of the little fellows with those
awful lumps.
"He
was dressed in a broad white tunic right up to his neck,
and broad sleeves down to his wrists. The tunic reached
down to his feet and he seemed to have something white on
the feet."
According
to Mercado, the appearance of this being made him feel more
comfortable. The being indicated to Mercado that he was
in control of this craft, and that the idea of bringing
Mercado in to him was in order to show Mercado something
important that he could later share with other people. He
told him not to be afraid, and that they were soon going
to take him back.
At
that point, Mercado heard a humming sound and felt how the
support legs of the craft were rising and fitting into it,
and he heard the metallic noise of it and the other accompanying
sounds. Then he heard an even louder hum, and the machine
took off at speed.
AN
E.T. BASE BENEATH THE SIERRA BERMEJA?
Most
impressed, Mercado could see, through the wide windows of
the control chamber in the cupola, that the craft was climbing.
"I then began to think that we were going to go very far,
but, instead of that, the craft headed towards one of the
peaks of the Sierra Bermeja, which is very well known to
me, because I have often been up there, and it is called
the Monte El Cayúl.
"There,
behind the Cayúl, is a deep ravine between it and the next
peak, and that is where the craft headed for. I was scared
now because I thought the craft was surely going to strike
and explode, but to my astonishment the side of the mountain
opened up, and there was a hole there in the ravine, and
in just a minute or so, we went down into that hole.
"The
craft carried on as it were down a tunnel, and then we came
to a big open place down there, very deep. It was like a
vast, gigantic cave, with these people in it.
"The
ship landed in a section where there were lots of other
craft - lots of them, but of different types.
Some
were round, like the one that had brought me, some were
triangular, some were square - all different sorts. But
no aeroplanes or helicopters or anything of that sort! Nothing
from here! (Or, at any rate, if there were any, I didn’t
see them.)
"The
tall being told me to come out with him and he made me put
on a sort of big, like enormous dark spectacles so that
I could see everything down there clearly. It was all very
well lit down there. You couldn’t see where the light was
coming from, but it was a very brilliant light, very white.
All the walls there were covered with a very shiny silvery
metal. And lots and lots of the little chaps were there,
and an enormous lot of activity.
"Many
of the little men were working on the ships, and others
seemed to be preparing things, like machinery or electronic
stuff. That was a vast world down there. There were buildings
there like military barracks.
"The
tall being explained to me, mentally (for he too didn’t
talk with the mouth) that they have been down there for
a long, long time. He said they don’t want to leave there.
He said that there, beneath the Sierra Bermeja, they have
the Base for the maintenance of their craft. That approximately
is what he said.
"He
said they wanted me to see all that, because they wanted
me to tell the folk here (us terrestrials) that they don’t
have any bad intentions, and don’t want to do us any harm
or conquer us.
"He
said that what they want is to be able to sort of inter-relate
with us totally, at the social level, mingle with us, but
that our Authorities don’t want that. He insisted that I
should tell the people outside all this, that they don’t
want to conquer us or do us any harm.
"So
I asked them why it should be I - I who am nobody important
- whom nobody would believe?
"But
he said that was of no importance. That when I said all
that to them, the people outside who possess understanding
would know that I was telling the truth.
"He
also said that they were taking other people down deeper,
and telling them the same things that they were telling
me. And he said that they weren’t going to go away from
there.
"After
that, he made me get into the craft and it went up the tunnel
again. I saw that we came out through the same hole by which
we had gone in, and that a sort of lid closed down on it.
It was as though a part of the mountain, along with its
trees and grass and everything, just lifted up. Afterwards
it was just as though nothing had happened there.
"We
landed at the same spot where they had picked me up, and
I got out with the little chaps. They told me that they
would return another day. They took me right back to my
house, and then they departed.
"It
was after they had gone that I began to get nervous. I thought
about it for quite a bit, and then I went to the bedroom
to tell my wife, Haydée, all about it, but she was still
asleep so I left her without troubling her. I lay down and
slept till next morning. Then, when I woke her up, I told
it all to her, and she believed me.
"You
know, I’m still waiting for them, because I like what happened.
In my opinion they aren’t bad. I could feel it. If they
had wanted to do me harm they could have done it when they
took me. I’d like them to come back, so that I could go
with them again. They aren’t bad people.
"I’m
telling you all this because, when that UFO took those two
aeroplanes, I was very nervous, because the aeroplanes were
harassing it, it carried them off. That has left me very
worried, because I have the feeling that those beings are
good, and it looks as though somebody wants to get them
out of there. There’s something going on there!
COMMENT
Such
is the statement of the eyewitness Carlos Manuel Mercado
regarding his unusual experience. But there are a number
of points to consider regarding what he reports.
The
place indicated by him as the spot where the opening on
the flank of El Cayúl Peak lies, in the ravine behind it,
has also been reported to us as the general area to which
other people of the region who have allegedly been contacted
by alien beings of this same type of "Greys" were also taken.
Owing
to the promise of confidentiality that we have given to
these other eyewitnesses, we cannot mention their names
here, but at least in two other similar cases we can say
that a woman employed by the Municipality of Lajas allegedly
was carried to some immense subterranean facility beneath
the Sierra Bermeja by alien beings who took her from her
home.
She
had been "medically examined" by the "Greys" down there,
and she had been given a similar explanation to the explanation
given to Mercado. Her whole account of the place is completely
identical with Mercado’s description.
Then
again, likewise, a high military official of the Puerto
Rico National Guard, residing in Aguadilla, was semingly
also abducted by the same beings and taken to precisely
the same place, which is described by him in more or less
exactly similar terms.
Later,
when he emerged from the trance in which they had kept him
during all the time of his experience down there, he was
found beside a pool up on the Peak of El Cayúl.
We
must also mention here various other ‘situations’ that call
very much for careful study in view of all that we have
described above and that we have also otherwise heard.
These
‘situations’ are connected with a series of ‘coincidences’
occuring in this same region of the Sierra Bermeja.
Firstly,
on top of a peak lying to the right of the Cayúl Peak (i.e.
as seen from the direction of Cabo Rojo), there were erected,
about seven years ago, some facilities said to be for a
station of the Voice of America Radio. The area around it
was declared a restricted area, the excuse being that this
was on the general grounds of security and nobody living
in the region was permitted to approach the place.
However,
so far as we know until now, no transmissions from that
alleged Station have ever gone out. So why, then, was the
building erected there? If it is not being used for the
function for which it was allegedly built, what then is
its true role?
At
times unidentified individuals have been seen visiting there.
Who are they, and what are these people doing?
They
might very well be watching, from there, what is going on
in the coastal zone near Lake Cartagena and the Sierra Bermeja.....Or
they might indeed perhaps be participating in what is afoot
there?
On
many occasions the residents of Boquerón, Las Palmas, and
Betances (all in Cabo Rojo Municipal Region) and of Olivares
(in Lajas Municipality) have observed large UFOs of different
shapes (triangles, discs, cigars, etc.) hanging stationary
over the Cayúl Peak and over the mountain where the building
of the alleged Voice of America Station is located. What
are the UFOs looking for so persistently up there?
Perhaps
these experiences that Carlos Manuel Mercado and the lady
from Lajas and the military officer claim to have had give
us the answer?
Is
there really an alien installation beneath the Sierra Bermeja
as they assure us to be the case?
In
our last issue (EVIDENCIA OVNI No.1) we published an article
on the strange death of Diego Segarra, the fisherman from
Cabo Rojo.
We
reported on the experience of a person close to him, who
made a video film of the landing of a UFO on the Sierra
Bermeja, and of the emergence from it of two "Grey" beings
and of a tall, human, ‘albino’ type of person who left the
site in a military jeep driven by two soldiers. The spot
where this happened, according to the fisherman Segarra,
was at the foot of the El Cayúl Peak.
The
reports from this entire area are extremely numerous, and
in future issues we will be continuing to analyse them.
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Flying Saucer Review Library of Congress copyright FSR Publications,
Ltd. 1981. Contributions appearing in this magazine do not
necessarily reflect its policy and are published without prejudice.
Gordon Creighton (Editor FSR)
