To Gen. Carl A. Spaatz
Commanding General of USAAF
Last week, I traveled to the private residence of Obergruppenfuhrer Karl Kaltenbrunner in Ludwigshafen, Rhineland. I must inform you that we have yet to find Kaltenbrunner at this moment. It seemed important to travel to his private residence to find any traces, or clues as to where he may be residing. We found something I believe the United States government should keep in its possession. It’s imperative that this document should not be distributed among the mass public. I assume it arrived along with this correspondence. Please read it over as soon as possible. I will be returning to London in a week. As of now, I have kept my silence on this document.
Lieutenant James R. Connor
THE REVELATION OF KARL VON KALTENBRUNNER
This is the revelation of Karl von Kaltenbrunner. I am the leader of the SS Thule society. My role was both leader and keeper of classified discoveries. Seven years earlier I traveled across the world to find evidence of the roots of the Aryan race. We traveled to Egypt, Mexico, Peru, Tibet, and our homeland in Bavaria. My group of men transformed from a team of archaeologists to a group of scavengers. Our lust for ancient artifacts superseded our thirst for knowledge. I continued to do my research, and hoarded my own discoveries from my men. It was during this expedition that I developed my theories about the ancient world.
I took note of the ancient civilization’s knowledge of astronomy. They were highly advanced peoples for not being Aryan. Yet, I cannot fathom this notion to this very day, but I believed these people had contact with “super-men.” The same super men from which our great race descended from. These super beings did not come from this earth, instead they came from the heavens. All of the civilizations I studied had an obsessive reverence with the heavens. They built great pyramids and temples to reach the heavens. All accounts of interaction with the gods describe an entity descending from the heavens.
I believed it was important for our race to try to reach the heavens in order to contact these celestial beings. In 1938, I had a private meeting with Reichsfuhrer Himmler to discuss the formation of an Astrological research division. We both agreed that the Fuhrer was not to know anything about this program. We feared his ambition for war would damper any funding this program might receive. I called for the establishment of a private research facility in Peenemunde. There, we collected some of Germany’s own astrologers to research technology to establish communications with the heavens.
Dr. Friedrich Rechtenberg developed a concept of a rocket that would send a radio into space. The radio would be attached to a vehicle that was to orbit the earth. Like a conventional radio, its purpose is to send wave lengths carrying messages into space. I was able to secure private funds from Dr. Shatterhand and Dr. Mulhasen. In February of 1940, the program privately hired Werner von Braun to design this rocket.
The war eventually set back out progress. Von Braun and Rechtenberg continued to work privately on the rocket. But, as the V2 program went underway, all hope of any progress was abandoned. However, good fortunes were at hand. Von Braun and Rechtenberg secured rights to test an experiment V-2 rocket. By June of 1944, the construction of this rocket was underway. Rechtenberg built the radio and had it secretly built into the rocket. He told me about the various times when the Gestapo made visits to the air field. Rechtenberg knew they were present only to make security inspections. If any one of them asked about the radio, Rechtenberf lied to them with quantum physical science jargon to confound them. In two months it was ready to be fired.
August 12, 1944. The rocket was launched. Many Luftwaffe and SS officials watched in amazement as the rocket continued to fly up into the sky. It didn’t occur to them that they witnessed a top secret rocket launched into space. A rocket the fuehrer didn’t know existed. Amidst this great triumph, current events continued to discourage the program team. The Allies liberated Paris, and the Soviet offensive was crossing over Poland to Germany.
And yet, something enigmatic happened. My heart palpitates quickly just reminiscing about this event. Our celestial radio message was received. We were not able to remain in contact with the radio. But, our message gave direction of whom to contact when the message was received. I was back home in Rhineland, having dinner with Rechtenberg. A bright light shone from my parlor window. Outside trees swayed violently as birds expelled themselves from the area. I ran out to the main court only to be thrown back by a jet of wind. Rechtenberg urged me to return indoors. He was afraid and suggested we leave the premises.
I got back up and attempted to walk back to the court. Rechtenberg grabbed me by my right shoulder holding me back. We didn’t say a word to one another. I thought about what I wanted to say, yet I was not saying anything. Rechtenberg must have been going through the same phenomenon. I pulled back my arm and continued walking outside. The winds blasted through the main court door as the light appeared overhead. I noticed some of the tables and plates had been thrown around by the prodigious force of these winds. I continued walking as Rechtenberg slowly followed.
A great light descended from the skies. Both Rechtenberg and myself stood in awe as it slowly came down. The light dimmed slightly. Was this the same light that many ancient humans witnessed. Did they have the feeling as though the gods came down from the heavens. Were they questioning what they were seeing. Did they have any idea, did they know who was descending upon them. All these thoughts raced through my brain as this light shone overhead. For once I did not feel like the mighty and intelligent human any more.
A loud jet of an unknown pressurized substance blasted through the air. Rechtenberg stood silent as I continued to observed the light. Suddenly, I felt a great wave of horror as two lone figures walked out from the light. Within me, grew an atmosphere of uncertainty. Had I really accomplished the greatest feat known to man, or had I opened Pandora’s box. Were these really superman, or some alien race looking for an opportunity to infiltrate earth. A mixture of emotions caused me to perpetrate as the two lone figures stood silently. My immediate reaction caused my heart to nearly stop in terror: they were not human.
The two figures became more visible. I was appalled and filled with agonizing terror. They made no sound as they walked towards me. I began to feel a pulse as though my whole body had weakened. My eyes remained fixated on these two individuals, as they stopped five meters from where I stood.
If I had any previous conceptions of the super man, it did not coincide with the appearance of these two figures. They were not human. They had the same anatomical features as most humans. However, they were hideously gaunt with large black eyes and two small nostrils. Their hands were horrifically large, and their skulls were oddly shaped. Suddenly, one of them walked closer towards Rechtenberg, who appeared to be in a trance. I felt an immense sensation of horror as the being stared at Rechtenberg. I was unable to move, I tried to move to save Rechtenberg, but I was immobile. I looked at the other being who stayed behind, as he continued to stare at me. I felt as though he was controlling me. This ghastly monster stared Rechtenberg directly in the eye. Rechtenberg did not move, nor did he appear horrified. He stood, calm, quiet.
Rechtenberg turned and looked at me and told me he was going away. I felt abhorred at the idea. The demon hypnotized him. Suddenly I felt a great fear, remembering how our own SS officers kidnapped citizens at night. The next morning they were found sliced to death as part of some unethical experiment. There were other times when officers performed perverse experiments purely for their enjoyment. What made me think these demons were capable of the same treachery, maybe it was their alien appearance.
I struggled to move, but the other creature continued to hold me down. I was almost sure he was using some psychic power to keep me down. I saw no weapon in his hand. It did not appear as though he was wearing any garments. He kept his right arm raised aiming his palm at my face as I remained immobile. Rechtenberg turned to me again. This time he appeared more conscious. He told me he was leaving, he didn’t tell me where. He continued by only saying he would return on May-Eve of next year. That was nine months away! What on earth was he thinking…did it even cross his mind that he might not return. But, old Rechtenberg grew a smile on his pale face as the slowly walked with the two monsters into the light. As they went into the light, I felt myself able to move again. I ran quickly towards the light, and a huge jet-like force threw me back.
I must have been knocked unconscious, for I woke up around noon the following day. I looked around and found my residence had been damaged by this visit. Several windows had been broken, trees collapsed around the court. The main windows at the dinning room had fallen from their hinges and shards of glass lay all over the dinning room table. I went back to the spot where I saw the light descend. The grass appeared wind bent. As I walked closer I saw a dark crater had formed. I looked closer and saw some strange looking substance that was still simmering. I was afraid. Whatever came down from the skies was something advanced, something we humans were not capable of producing. It was then I knew I had come in contact with an advanced form of life from space. Where they came from I still do not know. I knew one thing, I needed to leave Germany and make passage for South America. There, I would continue my research.
I went into town to go take the coach to the train station in Frankfurt. As I waited at the stop, I saw a newspaper vendor holding the latest paper reading: STRAGE LIGHT SEEN OVER LUDWIGSHAFFEN! LUFTWAFFE UNAWARE OF ANY AIRCRAFT. POSSIBLE ALLIED SECRET WEAPON! I was relieved to see the media had taken a different course of assumption. I sat quietly waiting for the coach. I was suddenly aware that the SS might be looking for me. I was supposed to report back to Berlin in a week. I made a quick decision. I was leaving the country for good. I went to Switzerland in disguise as Reynard Hapstein. Thankfully security at the border was light since the police forces were concentrated at the French German border. I remained in Switzerland for the remainder of the war planning a private expedition to Peru. I would go to the desert at Nazca, and the ruins at Cicinitza. I hoped to possibly find any clues as to where these beings came from.
Then after the second week in Zurich, it hit me, I was forgetting what had happened. I began to wake up every morning with a head ache, each day it grew worse. One morning I nearly collapsed. As the new year arrived, I began to grow frightened every night thinking about the visitors. I spent evenings wide awake staring outside to see if that light returned. I thought about Rechtenberg. What had happened to him. Every night I played scenarios in my head, sometimes they were too horrifying I found myself screaming in terror only to be visited by the hotel clerk. Then, May-eve finally came. The fuehrer had shot himself, the Soviets were in Germany, and the Allies were advancing towards Berlin. I returned masquerading as a civilian. My home was still in the same dilapidated condition that the alien craft had left it. I waited in the parlor waiting for Rechtenberg and the fiends to return. I waited all night, sometimes in horror. I felt like leaving, but I did not go. I woke up and began writing this revelation around three in the morning. I feel the world needs to know what happened. Rechtenberg has yet to show up. I fear he may be gone for good. What happened to him I do not know, nor do I really want to wait to see what those fiends did to him. I am leaving. I do not know where, but I will try to continue my studies away from this country. Reader, whoever you are, please try to find Rechtenberg. Inform the foreign office, see if he has returned. Don’t look for me, I will be in hiding. I know my involvement with the projects at Peenemunde will require me to be interrogated. I say farewell to all, what will happen to me, I cannot fathom. Both man and fiend will be after me. I have come to discern that knowledge is pain.
Karl Kaltenbrunner
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