here is then audio on,
THE strange ITIBI RA ufo CASE, from the mid 60s. 
here told in a some shorter version.

It started in October 1964, on a train trip in INDIA, where the author of the book, met A VERY STRANGE MAN AND WOMAN.
Because he, the German borne mill machine seller Ludwig Pallman, had decided to try a sale push in the big India in 1964, whereto he came by air. He was really a linguist, able to talk many languages. He travelled further inside INDIA then by train, but didn't really succeed in the business, in neither Bombay nor Calcutta, but so decided to take it as a kind of tourist trip. So he then bough a ticket for Madras down south on October 10, 1964. 

On the train,in his compartment, opposite to him, sat a some strange, but well dressed, nice man with authority. He introduced himself by name name  Satu Ra Ra. They began to talk, but after some time Pallman noticed.:

 I was shocked when I saw that his voice came from a device on his chest   rather than from his mouth. 

  as we entered into conversation, I also noticed a peculiarity about his speech. Although   as I have already mentioned   his English was impeccable, and he spoke fluently enough, yet there was always a slight but definite hesitation before he spoke. It was, as if he were making the mental effort to say the first word, after which all the others would come spontaneously  

At some point, the train stopped, at a station where lot of poor, sick people were gathered. Then this strange man went out and gave those poor people some kind of tablets! Pallman was surprised! When the train started again the stranger took Pallman with him into the poor class in the train, and there he went about, healing and giving those poor sick travellers those same  healing tablets    and within some minutes he saw recovery and quick changes for the better. Again true amazement!

On arrival in Madras, Pallmann asked  Satu Ra where he came from, 
having been unable to place his origin.  There's no real mystery about 
me, my friend,  came the response.  I come from Cotosoti.  
   I've never heard of that,  said Pallmann. Where is it? In Central America?  

 No, no, my friend. It is on Itibi Ra2. 

 Now I know you are joking.  
 I asure you I am not. 
 
 I've travelled the world extensively,  said Pallmann,  and I've never 
heard of such a place. Whereabouts is it?  
SatuRa merely pointed towards the eastern sky.  
 
 What he  inferred,  continued Palman,  was that he  came from another 
world, from another planet away out there in distant space. 

All my life I had dealt with concrete things, concrete facts.  Anything beyond that, 
and I would be the first to admit that I was getting out of my depth. Yet 
undoubtedly I had spent the last twenty four hours in the company of a 
flesh and blood person, albeit one with many remarkable attributes.  

Later, at his hotel, Pallmann received an invitation from a distinguished 
looking Indian to visit a certain address in Madras, adding the 
name of  Mr SatuRa. 

So, the following morning, Pallman took a taxi and 
found himself deposited at a palatial mansion, which turned out to be a 
museum and art gallery, where  Satu Ra was staying. 

After greeting Pallmann,  Satu Ra pointed to an image of Lord Vishnu, 
 one of the principal Hindu deities, with images of strange aerial craft 
painted on to the sacred cloth.  This is proof that earlier generations 
have observed the effigy of our out of space crafts having made an earlier 
landing,  he said to the bemused Pallmann, who was yet to be convinced 
of SatuRa's alleged origin. Perhaps  Itibi Ra  might be an equivalent of the 
mythical Shangri La, he wondered. Was  Satu Ra deluded? Or, more likely, 
was he trying to sell something? 
 At the back of my mind was the thought that there must be a commercial 
reason for this invitation, and I expected some sales talk from my 
host,  Pallmann continued.  However, nothing of the sort happened.  

The two spent a pleasant afternoon together, during which Pallmann was 
able to observe his host in a better light than hitherto. 

 He had the light brown skin of a Eurasian, huge dark eyes, a rather small 
mouth and an unusual chin line. The lower part of the jaw looked slightly 
deformed. Then, there were those finger tip gloves which he seemed to wear 
at all times, even though the weather was extremely hot. Above all, there was 
this peculiarity of speech, this complete reliance upon an electronic gadget to 
reproduce his voice. 


After the train travel together with this  Satu Ra they went apart   Pallman to a hotel in Madras, thinking through his remarkable trip. After some time a messenger suddenly came to his hotel, and bid him to come to a certain house, a mansion, to where he took a taxi! It was a museum art gallery, and only  Satu Ra was there in this big house!! Inside he showed him some art of the 'far Indian gods in flying discs', and later he also found similar god/saucer art of pre columbian gods.

How this  Satu Ra looked like:

 ..he had the light brown skin of a Eurasian, huge dark eyes, a rather small mouth, and an unusual chin line. The lower part of the jaw looked slightly deformed. Then there were those fingertip  gloves, which he seemed to wear all times. Even though the weather was extremely hot. Above all, there was this peculiarity of speech, this complete reliance upon an electronic gadget to reproduce his voice.. 

There   in that mansion   he then got a special gold ring from him, which he claimed was many time 10000years old, with a diamond, and it was a kind of communication  device also, he said!

Again Pallman was surprised of the function of the translator device, that he first had believed was a kind of hearing aid.



THE STRANGERS SISTER, XITI.
On the evening of his second day in Benares, Pallmann was enjoying the 
night air in the garden of his hotel when the metal piece in the middle of 
the ring began to glow. Convinced it was a trick of the light, he tried 
moving it this way and that, but to no avail. If anything, the glow intensified. 
Suddenly, a mental image of  Satu Ra came into his mind.  The 
whole thing was ridiculous,  said Pallmann.  It just could not happen. 
But there it was. 

Shortly after 21.30, the unmistakable figure of  Satu Ra approached 
Pallmann and greeted him warmly. The two engaged in a lengthy conversation 
covering a wide range of topics.  Satu Ra had a keen sense of 
humour, and evinced a perfect understanding of Spanish when Pallmann 
lapsed into that language from time to time. Although SatuRa's voice itself 
was not peculiar, Pallmann noted, there was a quality about it  that made 
the hearer feel the inner meaning of words. 

If he spoke of pain, then you almost winced at the word. If he spoke of love, 
then you were blanketed in the sensation of love. It is a difficult thing to 
explain. The gadget gave the voice a new dimension, a subtlety such as I had 
not heard in any other human voice. Again, this set me pondering.  

Pallmann showed  Satu Ra some photographs of various temples he had 
visited in Kashmir; different effigies to the numerous gods, pictures of 
priests and worshippers, and so on.  You have been there?  Pallmann 
asked. 

  Yes,  replied SatuRa. And  you know, my friend,  he added sadly,  religion 
is blind, just like love.  

The two men sat down on a bench near the main entrance to the hotel 
which afforded them a clear view of the bystanders. A group of uniformed 
hotel staff was loitering around the entrance, watching the girls 
go by. When a particularly attractive girl, an airline hostess, walked down 
the stairs, the reaction of the girl watchers drew a smile from SatuRa.  What 
men won't do for the sight of a pretty face and figure,  he remarked.  It is 
the same in all the Universe. 

Asked by  Satu Ra if he could invite his sister, Xiti, along for the evening, 
Pallmann readily agreed to the idea.  Then I will summon her,  said SatuRa. 
Naturally assuming that  Satu Ra would go to the reception area to telephone 
Xiti, Pallmann was shocked to see him go into what looked like a trance. 

 The expression on his face changed. It seemed as if that different chin 
was suddenly possessed by lock jaw,  The eyes, too, were widely 
dilated. Curiously, the light seemed to leave his eyes, as though someone 
had turned off a switch at the back of the retina.  Just as suddenly,  Satu Ra 
came back to normal, as if nothing unusual had happened. 
 I for my part felt in need of a drink,  commented Pallmann,  so I called 
a servant across and ordered Scotch and soda for both of us.  As the servant 
departed, an attractive lady advanced upon the two men, whom 
Pallmann assumed to be Xiti. As she approached, he thought it peculiar 
that he  had not noticed her before. It was almost as if she had  materialized  
in front of the men.  My subconscious choice of mental words staggered 
me,  he continued.  I had thought in terms of materialization. She 
had come from a well lit area. I could see everything and everybody in 
the vicinity of the hotel entrance. Yet I had not seen her until she neared 
the bench on which  Satu Ra and I were sitting.  

Xiti, however, proved to be very much a material girl, and from the 
start, Pallmann found himself irresistibly attracted to her. She walked 
with a  gliding, undulating movement, a movement in which body and 
arms moved rhythmically in a way that I had only noticed before with her 
brother. 

There could be little doubt that this was SatuRa's sister. There was that same 
different chin formation, those same compelling eyes, that same air of charm 
and of authority. And when we were introduced, she looked me straight in 
the eyes in a way that few women do. But there was no pert boldness in that 
look, merely fearlessness and utter frankness. 

Her every movement was a study in gracefulness. She was dressed in a 
glittering evening gown, as though she had just left a very formal reception. 
But although the ensemble was exotic in the extreme, there was no hint of the 
oriental about it, except that he r tiny feet were enhanced by golden sandals. 
An orange half veil accentuated rather than hid her matchless beauty. 

Although Xiti spoke normally, it was evident that she employed the 
same technique for communicating as did her brother. On a small bejewelled 
brooch around her neck was presumably an electronic gadget of 
some type.  Her voice came from the heart of this fine, small brooch,  
Pallmann elaborated,  yet the sound synchronized with her lip movements. 
This was one of the refinements of the gadget. Never were lip 
movements out of phase with the sound.  

During the subsequent conversation, mostly in English, Pallmann 
decided to try an experiment. While SatuRa's and Xiti's understanding and 
use of Spanish were excellent, was it possible that a colloquial accent 
might confuse them?  I persisted with my experiment, continuing to 
speak in Spanish, but ringing the changes, so that at one time I spoke as 
though I were a native of Spain, the next of Peru.  

Their facial expressions changed as I altered my intonation. I could see their 
puzzlement reflected in their eyes. They looked at each other intently, as 
though they were listening to strange, unknown sounds. They seemed to 
be caught in some mental activity induced by imagined sensory impressions 
that were causing them some tension and ill feeling. Immediately, they 
switched back into English. Thus I knew that they were not truly polyglot but 
were relying on some mechanical device   the gadget worn by  Satu Ra and 
the brooch by Xiti.


THE UNTOUCHABLES. 
The following morning, Pallmann was wandering along the banks of the 
sacred Ganges River in Benares when he was suddenly joined by SatuRa. 
How he had known precisely where to find Pallmann, among the throngs 
of people, was a mystery.  Satu Ra led the way in the direction of the 
Ramakrishna Monastery.  Because of certain primitive elements and 
castes which cling to Indian society,  said Pallmann,  I was surprised to 

 find my friend amongst these, the poorest and most miserable creatures: 
the untouchables.  Soon, they were mixing with other castes in the 
middle of the mahabhinishkamana ( the way to ultimate resignation ),  the 
vast dumping ground where people, young and old, men and women, 
who are at death s door, are brought to await the end.  Satu Ra began to go 
about his ministrations. 

 I have never seen anybody, man or woman, professional or amateur 
welfare worker, act with such compassion and gentleness as I saw  Satu Ra 
carry out his works of mercy,  continued Pallmann.  Satu Ra headed directly 
to a dirty, crying child, huddled over the body of her mother who had just 
died. With the utmost care,  Satu Ra washed the child as best he  could and 
spoke comfortingly to her. 

Shortly afterwards, Xiti, dressed in a green sari, appeared on the scene. 
She, too, was ministering to those children in need. Seeing one little girl 
covered with open sores, Xiti took out a yellow paste of some sort and 
covered the sores.  The effect was little short of miraculous,  said 
Pallmann. The girl stopped crying and even managed a faint smile.  The 
ointment seemed to be as much a panacea as the tablets that  Satu Ra had 
dispensed on the train.  

THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. 
That evening, Xiti having left the scene,  Satu Ra hailed a rickshaw and 
informed Pallmann that they were going to visit the  Children of God, 
the name given to a pitiful, primitive crematorium on the banks of the 
Ganges.  I counted almost forty funeral fires, some so close that they were 
almost contiguous,  remarked Pallmann.  We could see small, tormented 
limbs dangling outside the immediate orbit of flames until the consuming 
fire broke them off. The attendants snatched up the freed arms and 
legs and threw them back into the flames as if they were feeding a garden 
fire more twigs. It was a sickening experience,  

 Life to these children had meant nothing but suffering and despair. 
What else could be expected in a country afflicted by poverty and starvation, 
set in a world riddled by fear, hate and war? These are reasons why 
nameless children are burnt at night beside a majestic Indian river.  

In a sad and reflective mood, the two returned to the hotel. It was there 
that Pallmann came to accept  Satu Ra for what he  claimed to be. 

Until that moment of truth, there were certain things that he  had said that I 
had taken with the proverbial grain of salt. After the moment of truth, I was 
prepared to accept everything he said as gospel. Henceforth, as far as I was 
concerned, he, and Xiti for that matter, was always a witness of the truth. I 
don't know what alchemy it was that brought us to the moment of truth   
Whatever the cause, on that memorable night I accepted that  Satu Ra had 
come from another planet named Itibi Ra II, and that his people had discovered Earth 
in much the same way that Columbus had discovered the New World: 
by a deliberate voyage of exploration? 


FURTHER DIFFERENCES. 
There was something about SatuRa's smile which bothered Pallmann: 
his teeth never showed. Perhaps this had something to do with the rather 
different jaw formation and the fact that his long, thin and sensitive lips 
always seemed to cover the teeth completely. Pallmann's  curiosity had 
not gone unnoticed.  Satu Ra explained that, for many thousands of years, 
men and women on his planet had lived without teeth, gradually finding 
them unnecessary. However, on Earth, they did use a type of artificial 
support that kept the shape of their mouths similar to those of humans. 
On closer inspection, Pallmann noticed that  Satu Ra and Xiti had rather 
small tongues. 

Pallmann's  wish to inspect his friends  fingers was also granted graciously. 
When the protective covers were removed, the differences were 
immediately apparent. 

In contrast to the feminine hand, the male finger tips are flat and round, like 
little discs. Extremely sensitive they must be as there are no nails whatever, 
with the very rosy, fine and soft flesh extending to the very end of each finger. 
Xiti's hands were a true masterwork of nature: pointed and extremely thin, 
very long, entirely different from her brother's. 

Both  Satu Ra and Xiti appeared to be very amused at Pallmann's  mystification. 
 But because of their kindness and frankness they came so much 
closer to my heart,  he added.  They spoke to me like real friends, telling 
me also the reason for these differences. 

 It seems that they are able to analyse sound, and perhaps are even able 
to  hear  through the sensitive nerves of their finger tips. Also, at later 
times, I became sure of the fact that they were using their fingers as we 
would use our tongues for tasting and exploring, specially when doing 
biological research work.

THE BAVARIA RIVER STORY.
Ludwig Pallmann did not see  Satu Ra 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 it's 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 
extra terrestrial origin.
 

A few years went by. Pallmann was busy installing milling and pulverizing 
plants in Argentina, Mexico, Colombia and Peru. While in Mosquito, 
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 Bavaria 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 Bavaria. 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 Bavaria River. 
They would t believe a word I said. Made out it was the fever. 
Said no white man would dare to go into cannibal country.




THE HOSPITAL VISIT.
In early 1967, Pallmann was sent to the Mason Francis Hospital in 

Lima for an operation on his right kidney. Fortunately, he was allocated 
a pleasant room with a private bath on the ground floor of the hospital, 
with an inner door that led to an antechamber and thence out to a patio garden. 
He resigned himself to a three day wait in what was then a heatwave. 

On the second night, racked with pain, Pallmann reached for the bell 
push. It was almost three in the morning.  My groping fingers failed to 
find the bell push that would summon help and relief. But I did find 
something else: a hand that came from the pain racked night and clasped 
my own. Tormented by pain as I was, I still felt a shock when I found my 
hand grasped by another slim, warm one.  It was Xiti. 

Without a word, Xiti smiled, took the ring off Pallmann's  finger, and 
gave him one of her healing tablets. Because of his pain, he had failed to 
notice that the metal inset was glowing. A faint light reflected from Xiti's 
talking device. Still without speaking, she ran her fingers over his fevered 
brow. The pain and fever immediately subsided, and he embraced her in 
gratitude. She stayed for the remainder of the night. 

 
The Plantation.
As they talked, Xiti told him about a nurse at the hospital, Maria 
Navaid, whom she had wanted to see, but had hesitated to do so for 
several reasons. It so happened that this young lady had been rescued as 
a baby by the mestizos, (racially mixed people), and the Austrian tour 
guide, near the town of Alpaca on the Causality River, and raised by the 
Catholic sisters who ran the hospital.  Satu Ra and Xiti knew Maria s mother, 
whom they had rescued after she had been terribly beaten in an area near 
their first landing site. Having been healed by her rescuers, Xiti 
explained, she had been taken to their home planet. Perhaps because she 
had been unable to adjust to the different planet, she had died soon afterwards. 

Xiti predicted that Pallmann would be free of pain for six months. And 
so he was.  I became the miracle patient of the famous Mason Francis 
Hospital,  Pallmann declared.  When the doctors came around to put me 
on the operating table, I had already eaten a very heavy breakfast, a thing 
I had not done for almost three weeks. I had gotten out of bed, a new man 
in need of a hot and cold bath. Feeling perfectly well, I had ventured outside 
and eaten in one of the little Chinese coffee shops, the chifas, as they 
are called. 

You should have seen the raised eyebrows, the looks of disbelief among the 
medical people when, instead of being wheeled into the operating theatre, I 
told them I was going to discharge myself as cured. They could tell by just 
looking at me that I was infinitely better, and although they agreed to postpone 
the operation, they insisted that I should remain in the hospital at least 
until the next day in order to make another series of exhaustive tests, and also 
to ensure themselves that I did not have a relapse. 

Pallmann readily consented to the proposal. For the rest of the day he 
was submitted to a battery of tests. All proved negative. 

Later that day, Pallmann asked Sister Marta at the hospital if he could 
meet Maria Navaid. The meeting was brief, and rather poignant. When 
Pallmann mentioned that he  had heard about her rescue as a baby, and 
her mother, the nurse looked stunned, then tears ran down her cheeks. 
She spoke not a word, and Pallmann felt ashamed for having asked her 
for more information. 

AN ALIEN LIAISON?	 
The following morning, Pallmann left the hospital and checked in at the 
Savoy Hotel in Lima, having been unable to find accommodation at the 
Hotel Crillon, where he had a pre arranged meeting with Xiti at the Sky 
Room that evening. Her entrance created quite a stir.  Immediately, and 
because of the minute blue veil she wore,  said Pallmann,  people noticed 
the subtle difference between her and  ourselves, our people, from our 
planet. By this, I mean not just cultured Peruvians, or the many 
Europeans and North Americans staying at this famous first class hotel, 
but even the less instructed bell boys and lift operators, stared at Xiti. 
But instead of finding her embarrassed or shy, she looked at me and 
everybody else with the greatest of ease.  Pallmann ordered drinks and 
the couple spent the rest of the night together. 

During the next few days, Pallmann began to learn more about his 
friends from  Itibi Ra II. Xiti's feeling of security, for example, was 
apparently related to the advanced spiritual and mental perceptions practised 
by these people, what Xiti supposedly referred to in their language 
as  mat myna, or  science of soul.  They are able to read our very 
thoughts,  Pallmann averred,  and may be able to influence our thoughts 
should this be necessary because of security reasons.  

Xiti's interest in and enjoyment of music were immense. When passing 
a record store in Lima, for instance, she showed delight in the rhythm of 
the Colombian cambium.  Seldom have I seen a happier look on someone s 
face as this strange woman passed the record store,  remarked Pallmann. 

To obtain the local currency, Xiti gave Pallmann's several gold ingots, 
which he exchanged at a commercial house in Union Street. Even though 
quite a few  adventurers  and certain Indian natives in Bolivia, Ecuador 
and Peru still traded in gold at that time, Pallmann claimed that  the 
beautifully melted and carved ingots surprised the specialists.

INSIDE THE FLYING SAUCER.
Pallmann gladly accepted an invitation from Xiti to seethe r brother in 
Yinchuan, a town high in the Andes about 130 miles east of Lima. On 
arriving at the station, on 17 February 1967, Pallmann did not at first recognize SatuRa. 
 He was dressed very much like the natives, with heavy 
woollen gear. There wasn't much difference to be noticed between his 
looks and the taxi driver whom he had charged with helping to unload all 
our baggage.  (Xiti, Pallmann remarked, had brought with her  suitcases 
full of books, records, seeds, and God knows what else.) 

Some distance outside Yinchuan, the taxi driver was paid and the 
three were left by themselves. It was while they were watching the sun go 
down from a peaceful lakeside that Pallmann claims he saw his first 
 flying saucer. It was an awe inspiring experience. 

 So much has been written and talked about on the subject of unidentified 
flying objects and a great deal of money has been spent by various 
military and private research investigators,  Pallmann explained,  but 
despite all this, when you actually see a flying saucer for the first time, I 
believe that not one in a million scientific investigators would be able to 
explain the fantastic feeling that I experienced.  

Pallmann's  subsequent description of the craft reads as if it were science fiction.
 In many ways more fantastic than descriptions given by 
other contactees, it is, nonetheless, fascinating, and should come as a 
challenge to critics who often find such descriptions suspicious. 

There was a soft but painful noise, or rather reverberation, as the saucer glided 
towards the edge of the lake, right to the spot where we were waiting,  As 
the noise [reduced] a few decibels from painful to  bearable, the saucer hovered, 
and opened up underneath it's circular surface. Like a giant crooking his 
little finger, an embarkation device, soft and gripping at the same time, 
scooped us up and deposited us in some kind of  antiseptic reception quarter. 

Immediately, I became aware of the biological, vegetational, cellular structure 
  similar to soft polyethylene   embellished with exquisite designs and 
symbols. Only the flooring was a little harder, and I suppose the reason for 
this must be it's mirror like quality. Through this floor, [one could see what 
looked like] a billion nerves and blood vessels.
Inside the craft there was a discreet hum; the rhythm like the sound associated 
with low voltage waves, or with turbines, as I thought then. Evidently, 
the reverberations I had heard and felt when first observing the flying saucer 
settle were either linked with particular manoeuvres, or were merely externalized 
noise. 

Pallmann's as he was  stripped to the buff  to take a bath. During the 
bath, he fell asleep, then woke to find himself in a very comfortable, soft 
sleeping device, suspended like a hammock, but  attached to many hundreds 
of fine and multi coloured  veins  and  vessels. This, I later was 
told, is part of a  medical computer system,  (health analysis during sleep 
forming only a small part of life preserving treatments).  

Xiti, who had either risen earlier or not slept at all, brought Pallmann 
a kimono like garment to wear.  Breakfast  was not to his taste. 

I found the gelatinous looking plants from their planet impossible to eat, and 
I tried the complicated arrangement of small containers from which I was 
supposed to sip. I was curious about the contents of these gadgets, so I started 
to sip at random. They all had a wonderful time just laughing like children 
about my lousy behaviour. The wife of one of the astronauts showed me how 
to do it. Nevertheless, I left practically with an empty stomach. 

THE EYE.
One of the most remarkable discoveries for Pallmann was the absence of 
doors, locks, keys or rooms, such as we know them, (though private 
quarters are alluded to later). No mention is made of toilet arrangements. 
Everything, even the  commanding cell, called  nano  or  the eye, 
formed part of the biological structure of the craft. 


There was not one straight line, so to speak, in the whole space craft, nor 
were the circular forms  exactly  circular. At all times, the  eye  of the craft is 
part of this body. This centre unit of the craft was so geared with other instruments 
that it's power of involvement was complete. In other words, the  eye 
centre unit  is some kind of an activated memory, a transmitting and receiving 
centre, similar to our brains,  I was able to experience later how this 
individual brain of the  saucer  became part of the giant system of cosmic generator 
brains and, in particular, how this great individual unit had to be considered 
a minute part of the great memory computer on the home planet 
itself. 

THE HOME PLANET.
At all times, Pallmann was encouraged by his hosts to ask questions and 
to give them his impressions. From an  observation post, he was shown 
images of the home planet (in a solar system located towards the centre 
of our galaxy, he learnt later), such as methods of transportation, food 

processing installations,  biological machinery  and various instruments. 

 I even listened to a concert, and invaded some of their homes,  he 
claimed.  I use the word  invaded  deliberately, because the involvement 
brought about by the  eye  makes one feel as if one is actually going to 
these places; going to the concert, for example, or visiting friends in their 
own home.  

Everybody looked happy in this Utopian society.  Everybody seemed 
to be smiling, young and old. There didn't appear to be many unhealthy 
people about, but the  generator  was trained on to what they call 
 health centres, and I saw that even patients there were smiling. 

 Linked with the all pervading air of happiness on Itibi Ra II was an 
atmosphere of calmness and serenity. No one seemed out of patience. 
Nobody appeared to be in a hurry. 

Pallmann liked what he  saw of the aliens  architecture.  Most of their 
homes were built along river banks and the sides of lakes and other waterways. 
Their architecture was unlike any I had seen on Earth, except in 
futuristic exhibitions. They delighted in dominant colours. 

THE FACTORY PLANET. 
What intrigued Pallmann most about Itibi Ra II was that it was fused 
with two very small satellite planets. One of these smaller planets functioned 
as a giant biological artificial  heart, pumping  power  into the 
fused planet, while the other acted as a  factory. The Itibi Ryans, we are 
told, separate all artificial and mechanical working machinery from their 
normal, domestic surroundings. 

Through the eye generator I was able to peer right into the bowels of this factory 
planet. To me, it looked for all the world like an opened up octopus. 
The vast number of tentacles were, I suppose, the channels and cables tapping 
the power sources. It was from The Factory that my friends had.
 

 A portrait of  the extraterrestrial lady, initially encountered by Ludwig Pallmann in 
India in 1964, painted by the Polish painter, Vera Wales ka, and commissioned by 

Pallmann. Xiti had unusually large eyes, peculiar fingertips, and sometimes wore a 
delicate blue veil, depicted here. She is shown surrounded by some of the plants that 
allegedly were being hybridized by the extraterrestrials, and (top right), the three 
disc shaped spacecraft based at the plantation. Unable to reproduce on canvas Xiti's 
extremely unusual clothes, as described by Pallmann, Wales ka painted her in the 
seventeenth century French style. 

 
We shall never be able to experience what these conditions really mean, as our 
palates are not as sensitive as theirs. Having stopped eating solid food, having 
forgotten how to kill an animal and eat it, they also have entirely different 
nerves. No more war, on human beings or animals, except in self defence. 
They have become planters, scientists, explorers, teachers, religious philosophers 
(religiophilosophical), biologists, et. 



TELEVISUAL COMMUNICATION AND SPORT.
During Pallmann's  third day on board the spacecraft at the plantation, he 
observed Xiti talking to her parents on a two way communication system 
similar to a television. On touching it, however, he discovered that, just 
like the spacecraft itself, it seemed to be of a biophysical nature. The conversation 
was in the Itibi Ryans  own language, which Pallmann 
described as  a rather high pitched melodic whispering, very charming 
and,  with humorous undertones. He was also able to see Xiti's 
parents  home and others in the neighbourhood.  At one time, Xiti also 
spoke to a neighbour of her parents and the  eye generator  had  gone  
directly into the inside of her house, also very charmingly decorated with 
symbols similar to those I saw within the space craft.  

To Pallmann's  surprise, Xiti then  switched channels, as it were, to a 
sporting event.  I must say it was one of the hardest games I ever saw in 
my entire life.  

I understood that the huge amount of players, perhaps 7,000 young men, 
were engaged in a giant size ball game, where a final selection of the most able 
and strongest also ended with the victory of the most intelligent team. To 
play this substitute for war, the young Itibi Ryans used several hundred 
computerized, electronically controlled gadgets, very similar to multicoloured 
footballs. I understood that not the referee, but the different balls 
(perhaps also interconnected with each other) have to decide the game. To 
me, the whole thing looked like football on a giant chess board, played rapidly 
over a playing field of about five [square] miles. Decisions were made by those 
having reached a higher commanding status because of bravery and intelligent 
behaviour. 

The hardness and often brutal behaviour of many lower rank players 
really surprised me. It seemed to be absolutely contrary of what I had thought 
about the Itibi Ryans so far. I asked Xiti about it,  she explained that these 
events have prevented war and bloodshed for many thousands of years. And 
yet, these games, she said, made it possible to keep the inborn and instinctive 
fighting condition of mankind intact. There is also the genetic reason to keep 
fit, to be healthy through hardship and sporting bravery.




SPACE TIME TECHNOLOGY.
There were three spacecraft at the Miriam base, of which only one carried 
a crew. The other two were uninhabited supply craft.  I must emphasize,  

Pallmann pointed out,  that only science fiction calls space ships  flying 
saucers. That is a solecism of fantasy. I doubt if space ships actually fly 

in the accepted sense of the word. They are propelled by cosmic waves.  

A minimum fleet of twenty seven to thirty ships are needed for operating 
within our solar system. The power units, or the carriers, are at all times 
above the control and supply ships. It is the carriers that arrange for the 
power to be switched on or off. The three dimensional fusion of the carriers 
accords with the cosmic condition of the third dimension itself, and this 
makes it possible to [reach] a target at a very high speed, much faster, indeed, 
than the speed of light. 

Several hundred thousand years ago, Pallmann was informed, the Itibi 
Ryans had been obliged to evacuate their dehydrating planet of origin 
(Itibi Ra), an evacuation involving several trips to and from the old planet 
to move people, animals, insects, plants, biological machines, recording 
devices, musical instruments, and so on.  Indeed,  wrote Pallmann,  only 
the necessity to survive had forced the Itibi Ryan scientists to think 
about travelling on to another planet and to create the necessary means of 
transportation.  Pallmann's  elaboration of these  necessary means  is hard 
to follow, and harder still to swallow. 

Only because of their highly advanced understanding of all life creating ways 
of nature were they able to create and test a series of dimensional filtering and 
prismatic type  life receiving  space batteries, reacting to the inter cosmic 
forces of colour, light, temperature, time, and other cosmic waves. The Itibi 
Ryans,  created a new, fascinating  interconnection  of cosmic batteries, 
reaching the dimensional scientific  switch  from  receiving  to  sending  cosmic 
forces. In other words, instead of waves being received, activated and 
returned, they were able to move with the activated  returned  waves themselves. 

Assuming Pallmann's  story to be neither the product of a deluded 
mind nor an outright hoax, such a vague elaboration might well be due to 
his own failure to grasp what was told to him.  The biological structure 
of the space craft makes it impossible, even for a technically trained man 

brains, our nerves, transmit orders to our bodies to move heavy weights.
  Yes, they tried to explain! But I do not even know how a television 
circuit works, much less shall I ever understand this.



A PARADOX.
It was implied that  ordinary  human beings were as yet not conditioned 
to accept or mix freely with the Itibi Ryans. Yet, paradoxically, the local 
Indian peasants not only mixed freely with, but were employed by the 
extraterrestrials to work on their plantations. As Pallmann explained: 

These Indians were employed on very humdrum tasks, keeping the area free 
of insects, because, despite the protective covers, insects did manage to find 
their way into the seedlings and saplings. The Indians looked upon their 
employers as light skinned foreigners from another part of the world. I doubt 
if they gave a second thought to the rather unusual chin formation of the Itibi 
Ryans. In any case, the simple Amazon Indians would not have believed that 
people could come from other planets. They would have rejected the story in 
exactly the same way as most of us would reject the idea of several men having 
been landed on the Moon, if we had not seen it on TV. 

 At first,   Satu Ra told Pallmann,  the local Indians looked upon us with 
some caution. But then Xiti and I began to heal their wounds, and cure 
their sick. They soon came to accept us.  On one occasion, Pallmann 
claims to have witnessed a group of Indians alighting from a spacecraft. 

Out stepped the most audacious group of wild looking but smiling savages 
followed by a bunch of serious Itibi Ryan explorers. There was plenty of 
excitement, but what really made me shake my head was this: these, perhaps 
the most feared man eaters of the endless forests,  were laughing and 
giggling like little girls. What an excursion it must have been,  

The Itibi Ryans had known these men already since their first landing 
near Alpaca. The amazing thing I discovered was the age of these Indians: 
all over 50 years, looking as healthy and young as those Indians being only 20 
or 25. Another controversy! Had they been used as guinea pigs by the Itibi 
Ryans? 


LLANSILIN.
Though reluctant to talk about the possible use of the Indians as guinea 
pigs, Xiti was more forthcoming when discussing certain discoveries her 
people had made regarding ancient South American civilizations. These 
discoveries were allegedly made during advanced forms of excavation in 
certain areas, while the Indians stood guard near strategic waterways and 
swamp passages. The Itibi Ryans had located the remains of a huge 
long lost city, given the name of  Linislan, buried beneath a layer of 
seven feet of tropical growth. There, inside a temple, they discovered a 
huge pre Columbian symbol, which they said proved that many thousands 
of years ago another extraterrestrial civilization had first landed on 
Earth. Xiti showed Pallmann a similar symbol on one of the control panels 
of the spacecraft.


A FRUITFUL TRIP.
By this time, Ludwig Pallmann was becoming increasingly concerned 
about his business affairs: a backlog of work awaited him in Lima. Yet 
so fascinating was the time he spent with the Itibi Rayans that when 
invited by them for a trip to Colombia, on 20 February 1967, he 
accepted immediately. 

Another thing that bothered him was how  Satu Ra and Xiti, and others of 
their race, managed to travel around various countries without some sort 
of passports. What would happen if one of their men or women was 
arrested?  Little did I know,  wrote Pallmann,  besides the fact that Xiti 
used a perfectly imitated Argentine passport, that all Itibi Rayans know 
exactly what to do and what not to do. For instance, in many countries, 
it is useless to show a passport if that passport does not show an entry 
stamp from the airport police. 

 On the trip to Colombia,  Satu Ra decided not to use passports at all, 
but to proceed at night and only stay a very limited time and at a place 
where the chances of detection were absolutely out of the question.  
Shortly after 22.00, the craft departed for Colombia. As Pallmann 
described the trip: 

The extremely short criss cross over great altitude and distance was a disappointment. 
Exactly like on the first flight near Huancayo to the Mirim River 
base, I did not notice, see, hear or feel anything at all. But I did observe, and 
with the utmost interest, the immediate and very clever control craft protection 
carried out in the darkness of what I was able to understand to be a huge 
delta swamp of the Magdalena River south of Barranquilla, [on the Caribbean 
Sea coastline of] Colombia. 

Within seconds the space craft had covered itself with a special liquid 
coming out of a million pores which, besides being a perfect element of camouflage 
and natural colouring, also served as a bacteria and insect repelling 
agent. This only lasted about five to ten minutes. 

When finished, we immediately embarked in two very comfortable and 
very flat speed boats [which] on both sides, and on the bottom, were propelled 
by tiny and silent generators. There was no motor at all but a great 
number of air jets, working in absolute silence. I figured the speed [at] about 
30 to 35 m.p.h., and the trip itself lasted well over an hour   I was only able 
to speak to Mr SatuRa, as Xiti had not received clearance to join the party 
and all the other crew members did not carry language computers. 

The group reached Barranquilla and found an isolated spot on the 
embankment. Most of the Itibi Rayans wanted to rest and observe the 
neighbourhood, but  Satu Ra invited Pallmann to see the night life of 
Barranquilla, Colombia s largest coastal town. Naturally, it was the fruit 
above all else which attracted SatuRa.   Satu Ra displayed a naivety that was 
astounding for one so astute as himself,  wrote Pallmann, who had given 
his friend some Peruvian money to purchase samples.  He inspected the 
fruit, turning and prodding, but he  did not buy anything. Instead, he 
offered a stall seller money merely for the privilege of inspecting the 
stock, smiled politely, then moved on to the next stall. Each stallholder 
accepted the money with alacrity   I suppose they looked on the money 
as a tip given to them by an eccentric foreigner.

Pallmann, meanwhile, having been starved of  real  food for several 
days, devoured a grilled half chicken, upsetting  Satu Ra in the process.  I 
knew what he  was thinking: that it was a crime to kill a bird just for a 
human being to eat it. At that moment, I must confess, I was out of sympathy 
with Itibi Ryan philosophy, Meanwhile, another member of 
the crew,  Mr Huia, second in command of SatuRa's  spacecraft, appeared 
on the scene, and the trio set off for another market. 

Examining a arguably closely,  Satu Ra asked Pallmann for a detailed 
description of this, to him, unknown fruit. Having satisfied himself that 
the fruit could be cultivated, some was bought. An hour was spent looking 
for a specimen of the arguably plant, but to no avail, so the following 
morning Pallmann went back to Barranquilla, where he was directed to 
the town of Santa Marta, across the river. Here, his search eventually 
bore fruit when he located some cuttings, which were handed to  Satu Ra at 
the rendezvous point the following night. 

During the trip, Pallmann had bought himself a new camera, with a 
view to taking some photographs of the Itibi Rayans, their plantation and 
their craft. But it was not to be.  As I feared,  Satu Ra took a special 
interest in the camera,  wrote Pallmann. 

He told me about  Mat Manya, the science of soul based on ancient beliefs. 
Not that my friends believe in reincarnation, but, definitely, they do not care 
for photos and pictures because of certain implications. I understood that, 
besides certain security restrictions, they simply do not care about  their 
looks. They are devoid of all vanity, pride or feeling of superiority,  
During all the time, and particularly where Xiti was concerned, I never saw 
them use a mirror. 

SatuRa confiscated the camera until Pallmann returned to Lima a week 
later.

BACK AT THE PLANTATION. 
At the Mirim River plantation, Pallmann was show how the Itibi Ryan 
botanists went about their research and cultivation work. The plantation 
itself was laid out under huge green protective sheets. 

Air filters and humidifiers had been installed at strategic points so that, no 
matter what the weather, the plant biologists could always have controlled 
weather conditions inside the  flavour station. The main path through the 
plantation complex separated the station into two sections, each of which was 
made self contained by means of coloured dividing sheets that were rigged 
tree high. 

In front of the actual biology research laboratory was a wing consisting of 
several large tents [where] many vegetable  guinea pigs, which had been 
brought from Itibi Ra II, had been transplanted, and had then been used as 


required for grafting on to samples of Earth vegetation [in order] to obtain as 
fine a strain of individual plant life as it was possible to get by uniting the best 
of Earth types with the best of the Itibi Ra types. 

The biology research laboratory,  was a series of interconnecting marquees, 
stretching for some 350 feet, and was some 60 feet wide. It was divided 
off into experimental bays, rather like the operating rooms of hospitals. In 
these bays,  the finest instruments were used to dissect the cells of plants: 
the veins and stems were put under close scrutiny. X ray pictures were taken, 
not the normal plate type X rays but a continuous record, rather like a roll of 
film. The plant  surgeons,  could watch on separate left  and right hand 
panels let into the wall. On these panels, the eye computer projected a continuous 
report of the dissection as it proceeded. These television type panels 
were studied throughout the entire process by special observation  officers, 
who indicated their opinions to a chief scientific officer who controlled the 
actual work itself. The biologists sat at their work in the Oriental manner. 

RELAXATION.
Pallmann was invited to visit the bathing tents on the plantation. The 
Itibi Rayans, he learned, bathed at least twice a day: before going to work 
and when work was finished in the late afternoon.  Their bathing habit's 
are a combination of the Finnish and Japanese,  claimed Pallmann.  The 
normal bath is like the Finnish sauna unit, and they have both wet and 
dry bath units. Because of their lack of inhibitions about nakedness, men 
and women bathe together. 

 I noticed that Xiti, who is meticulous about he r personal hygiene, was 
scrubbing furiously as if she had done filthy work in the laboratories. I 
remarked upon this, and she frowned a little.  Can you not smell?  she 
demanded,  then she told me to my face that I had eaten meat. I 
laughed like an idiot. On two occasions I had eaten chicken in 
Barranquilla. Xiti grinned and pulled a face at me. 

The domestic arrangements on board the spacecraft also drew 
Pallmann's  admiration. 

The dining quarter and  health  lounges were bright with decorations. 
Lovely, soft divans and deep cushions, gay with floral patterned covers, 
invited relaxation after the day s work. I admired the way in which the 
women, some being the wives of the astronauts, who shared similar jobs to 
the men all day, could shed their technical role during off duty hours and 
revert to an essential feminism such as one experiences in Japan. They even 
took it upon themselves to see to the domestic side of the expedition.  

RELIGION AND SOCIETAL DEVELOPMENT. 
Asked about their religion, or  cosmophilosophy  as Pallmann called it, 
Xiti and  Satu Ra said that their people make no distinction between  God  
and  Nature, referring to them (in English at least) as  God Nature. 


 
 Disregarding the laws of Nature,  said SatuRa,  is disregarding the laws of 
God, because God is Nature and Nature is God. 21 The value of religion, 
Pallmann was told, should depend on the  active role it is able to play in 
civilization s progressive and futuristic pattern. 

Regarding the future of our society,  Satu Ra predicted that a new social 
and political structure would be brought about within 100 years. As 
Pallmann described it: 

I was very much surprised when  Satu Ra told me about a great feeling of 
friendship which shall come about over many nations on our planet because 
of a unique political situation I never believed possible. He mentioned [that] 
the whole planet Earth, within one hundred years from now, will benefit from 
the friendship he predicted between the United States and Russia.22 

SatuRa's prediction about the superpowers has come to pass. Let us 
hope for the predicted era of friendship on a wider scale. 

HEALTH AND LONGEVITY.
According to the Itibi Rayans, Earth is one of a number of planets, 
referred to as  cancer planets, which are particularly prone to cancer. In 
addition to the known or suspected causes, they laid the blame on our 
modern, artificial and materialistic life style (citing the lack of cancer 
among the Amazon Indians), as well as on other, sometimes inherited 
factors, such as fear, stress and sexual repression. Added Pallmann: 

They also know that we suffer as a result of many mental disorders, besides 
our many physical disorders, like blood and respiratory disorders. They have 
seen for themselves that our stomachs, hearts and glands are not working like 
theirs, that 80 per cent of us are suffering from some kind of constant tension 
and of what they know as,  unnatural irregularity, leading to cancer.23 

SatuRa claimed to be 250 years old, measured in our terms; a modest 
age when compared with Walter Rizzi s alien, who communicated that 
his race lived up to one hundred times that of Earth people. Compared 
with ordinary human beings,  Satu Ra would have been in his early forties. 
He expected to die sometime between the years 2210 and 2220.24 

Overpopulation was given as one of the main causes of misery on 
planet Earth.  Satu Ra and Xiti emphasized the need for both political and 
religious leaders to impose the strictest regulations to control our present 
growth of population.  

LOVE AND MARRIAGE. 
On Itibi Ra II, couples fall in love, marry and have children as we do, but, 
Pallmann was informed, marriages normally break up soon after the children 
enter an  educational centre  when they are about six years old. (The 
 seven year itch, it seems, is not restricted to Earthlings.)

 At first 
shocked by this custom, Pallmann came to appreciate the fact that, if 
monogamy were practised on Itibi Ra II, some marriages would have to 
last for 400 years or more! Sam pointed out that, although incompatibility 
between marriage partners was normal after the seven year period, 
compatibility, resulting in long term unions, did occur. Such unions did 
not require the sanction of the equivalent of a registry office ceremony, 
or even a formal exchange of vows. SatuRa's current union (with a woman 
from another planet), he told Pallmann, had lasted for 90 years.

Having also learned from  Satu Ra about the erotic behaviour of the Itibi 
Rayans, Pallmann had initially considered including some details in his 
book, but the publisher had advised against it.  Actually, all I wanted to 
do was to describe the very healthy and natural behaviour of another civilization,  
he explained. Yet Pallmann, too, imposed censorship.  There 
are matters on which I have had to maintain my privacy,  he wrote earlier, 
seemingly contradicting his later remark.  As far as I am concerned, and 
especially as far as the sexual habit's of the Itibi Rayans are concerned, I 
have tried to reveal exactly nothing, and I believe I do have the right to 
do this, simply because our own sexual habit's are far from free. 28 

On 26 February 1967,  Satu Ra sadly informed Pallmann that his people had 
received orders to evacuate their plantations in South America. The following 
day, he was taken back by spacecraft to the Peruvian highland lake 
where he had originally been picked up.

NEWS.
Nearly two years passed. Pallmann bought a property in El Salvador, 
Central America, a lakeside fishing and hunting lodge affording magnificent 
views of the surrounding scenery, including the San Vicente volcano. 
He began writing the manuscript of a book describing his claimed 
experiences with the Itibi Rayans.  I had lost some of my diaries and it 
wasn't an easy job to find dates and names. Certain places and words I 
had synchronized by sound I could not write down in  human  language 
at all,  he explained.  I simply had to use similar words and sentences so 
far as the dialogue with these people is concerned. 30 The Itibi Rayans, he 
further explained, do not use letters or print.  As to use of the Egyptian 
word  Ra, for example, which surprised Pallmann, this was taken as 
further evidence that the Itibi Rayans had been on Earth thousands of 
years ago.  
About two weeks after taking over the property, on 15 January 1969, 
he felt a burning sensation from the ring  Satu Ra had given him, the inset 
flashing and gleaming. Later, having taken his small motor boat to a 
sandy beach near the Isla del Altar, he noticed that the normally placid 

 
	    

waters of the lake were ruffled by several huge concentric circles.  There 
could be but one explanation,  he wrote.  Somewhere near at hand, my 
friends from Itibi Ra II had effected a landing.  Shortly afterwards he 
encountered the figure of SatuRa, sitting motionless on a rock.  He was 
inexpressibly sad. I noticed that his clothing was of a dark green, that he  
wore a broad instrument belt, on which was a much larger talking device 
than the one to which I had become accustomed when I had stayed with 
him.  

 Where is Xiti? Is she with you?  asked Pallmann. 

 Xiti is dead,  came the shocking reply, in SatuRa's own language (Ximsi 
Xiti Ta sat), followed by the confirmatory translation in French and 
Spanish, the languages in which he and Pallmann normally communicated. 
Supposedly, a disaster had befallen an expedition to another 
planet, killing Xiti, Mr Huia and many other crew members aboard their 
spacecraft. The two sat talking sadly for more than an hour.  

Not feeling like talking to his housekeeper or the gardener, Pallmann 
drove in a daze to a doctor friend at San Pedro Nonualco, where he stayed 
the night. The following morning he was awakened by the newspaper 
boys, shouting about a flying saucer having been sighted over the capital, 
San Salvador, and the San Jacinto Hills that surrounded the lake where 
he lived. When he bought the paper, there were the banner headlines: 

 OMNI Vuelta Sober San Salvador.  As Railman related: 

From the reports, it seemed that shortly before [SatuRa s] visit, the spacecraft 
was reported over the Cerro de San Jacinto and had then continued high 
above San Marcos. The amazing thing is that the spacecraft had silently, and 
for quite a long time, stayed in an observation position directly over the 
extensive capital town of San Salvador, exposed to the vision of several hundred 
thousand people. 

Pallmann reports that one of his neighbours observed the spacecraft as 
it came down at tremendous speed and settled, as if on an air cushion, 
between the isles of Los Masquerade and Los Paton, exactly midway 
between his house and the Ojibwa River outlet of the huge tropical lake. 

I do not know of any person on the lake having seen the return of the spacecraft, 
nor do I myself know on which part of the lake  Satu Ra took his speedboat 
in order to be picked up. Contrary to what other space craft observers 
have described, the Itibi Ryan control craft did not show any kind of 
illumination during darkness.



AN UNFINISHED STORY.
Ludwig Pallmann's  book, Cancer Planet Mission, was published in 
London in 1970. There must have been some promotion, because I recall 
that a friend heard an interview with him on BBC Radio, and there was 

an article about him in the Guardian. The book fell into obscurity, and is 
known only to a few UFO researchers. A planned second volume, 
describing some of his experiences in more detail, was not published. 

Some time afterwards, I visited the publisher in London, with the aim 
of tracking down Pallmann. The place was deserted and I was unable to 
obtain a forwarding address. Later, I learned that the company had gone 
into liquidation. Veteran researcher Wendell Stevens, a former US Air 
Force pilot, was likewise unable to track down Pallmann, though he did 
come across corroboration for some of the claims. 

In 1967, Stevens was delivering several Beech craft T 34 trainer planes 
to the Peruvian Navy, making fuel stops at the last Colombian town, the 
river port of Letitia, on the Amazon. On impulse, he hired some native 
boatmen to take him for a trip up the river to view rare orchids in the jungle. 
Remarking on the lush, dense vegetation along the bank, he asked the 
Indians why the natives made no plantations of some of the more rare 
exotic tropical fruit's that grew there in abundance.  I was certain there 
must be a market for them,  said Stevens.  It would only require a little 
organization.  The natives replied that this might be too large a project 
for them. Then one of them remarked that he  knew of some  Americans, 
three or four days up river, who were doing just that. What was more, 
the native added, he knew of a white man, a German, who had gone up 
there to look for them some months previously, but who had not 
returned. Although the Indians had never seen these Americans, they 
had heard about them from the wilder tribes farther upstream. The 
native added that the Americans had aircraft at their encampment. 

Further enquiries in Lima led Stevens to a somewhat inaccurate newspaper 
report about one Ludwig F. Pallmann, a German salesman 
who sold food processing equipment and health foods to a chain of stores 
in Lima. This man, reported the newspaper, had gone up river from 
Mosquito in the Peruvian/Brazilian border area looking for a giant arrowroot 
plant for possible hybridizing, seeking a greater yield by improving 
the strain. (This much is true: Pallmann was doing research for the 
Agricultural University of Lima at the time, to find an inexpensive high 
protein food.) The Indians taking Pallmann up river asked him why he 
did not go further up stream, about another three days  journey, where a 
party of  Americans  were doing the same thing. Intrigued, Pallmann 
took up the suggestion, but found that the Indians would only take him 
another day up river, where they would leave him with another tribe for 
the remainder of the trip. 

On arrival in the vicinity of the  American  encampment, the newspaper 
report continues, the Indians superstitiously refused to take 
Pallmann any further, but put him ashore and pointed him in the right 
direction. Pallmann walked to the camp, consisting of plastic like tents. 

The  Americans  were fair skinned, dressed in toga like garments and 
spoke in a strange language. Pallmann greeted them first in English, then 
Spanish and German, to no avail. Getting a limited response in French, 
he was welcomed and provided with a place to stay. 

According to the Lima report, Pallmann learned that his hosts, who 
said they came from another planet outside our solar system, named 

 Tripura, were hybridizing plants and other stock to be taken back there. 
These extraterrestrials were served by three streamlined disc shaped 
flying machines. After a while, the report continues, Pallmann became 
concerned that his business associates would worry about his whereabouts. 
The  Puritans  offered to deliver him to his destination in one of 
their flying machines. Because of his long absence, he asked his hosts to 
take him to his ranch in the Dominican Republic instead of to Lima, and 
was transported there in 15 minutes.  


Stevens believes that Pallmann was covering his tracks in his interview 
with the Lima reporter. 

He had associated the location with the Peruvian town of Mosquito because 
you could never get to the plantation site from Mosquito by river, and the 
jungle there was all but impassable. He had omitted all of the earlier contacts 
with the Haitians as well as what was going on in Lima and elsewhere, probably 
to head off possible interference for them as the operation was still 
going on. Pallmann was not returned from the plantation to the 
Dominican Republic when he left,  and he did not make his first contact 
with the extraterrestrials by river from Mosquito.

 I searched for Ludwig Pallmann all over South America in 1968 and 
1969, and again in 1971 and 1972,  wrote Stevens in his introduction to a 
reprinted edition of Pallmann's  book, which he published in 1986.  He was 
moving around Peru in 1968 and then disappeared. I also looked for him in 
West Germany in 1977 and 1978 but failed to find any productive lead. 
Though German by birth, Pallmann is believed to be a British citizen, 
having fled to England as a young man to escape the Gestapo during the 
Second World War. My enquiries at the Passport Records Office in 
London drew a blank: there is no record of a British passport having been 
issued to a Ludwig F. Pallmann.  The search for him continues. 

Pallmann was the first to admit that his story is unbelievable.  As I read 
what I had written,  he commented ruefully,  I came to the conclusion 
that all this would be in vain, because who would want to believe such a 
story? it's a concatenation of unlikely circumstances for which I can offer 
very little explanation. 

 I have only tried to tell what happened, and even if it should be considered 
a waste of time, I felt it necessary to do so, because of the religious 
theme involved. It is stupid of me perhaps to expect that others should 

feel about this what I felt. Men will continue to be born into their 
present day beliefs.

 Cancer Planet Mission may seem [to be] the product of my fantasy, 
which I try to pass on as a true story. However, much of what I relate can 
be checked. Many things may not correspond to the exact date and time 
as it happened, simply because I did not date my diary from day to day, 
and because I was overwhelmed by what happened to me. I, myself, did 
not believe this possible for a long time.  

 Just to have known  Satu Ra and his sister made me realize that none 
of us at the present time has the slightest notion of peace, real peace, so 
great was their relaxed and modest humanism, so great their contentment 
with  Time,  wrote Pallmann, following his initial meetings in India. 

 'They just seemed to live every hour, every minute, without being 
 Time conscious.'
And +they are just an example of a planet that has reached the stage that the Danish mystic MARTINUS calls 'the perfect or real human kingdom'   while we still live in the transition zone between the animal kingdom and this same real human kingdom, which he believes will become fully established here on the planet in 3000 years.