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Pope John XXIII Met an Alien Before His Death in 1961
Tuesday, June 16, 2015 23:07
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Angelo Roncalli, the Good Pope, he met an alien before his death in 1961.
The meeting in the gardens of Castel Gandolo. All witnessed by Loris Francesco Capovilla. The private secretary of Pope John XXIII. The news appeared in a British newspaper and was later taken over by Sun in 1985. But no one paid any attention.
Today that meeting back in the limelight thanks to a video appeared on YouTube.
It goes around the world. That’s the whole story of a “contact” very special. Walked. The lake is a short walk, the silence of one of the most beautiful towns in Italy. Walked. As they had done a thousand times in those beautiful summer afternoon. Side by side. As two friends. How ordinary people. Who want to sit a bit ‘on the sidelines. Out of the daily routine. It was July. One afternoon in July 1961, when it happened.
“They had over our heads. Lights. Were colored lights. Blue. Orange. Amber. A few minutes, and then … “. And then, it happened. The imponderable. The impossible. What is also difficult to tell. So in one breath. The lights are spaceships. The spaceships are discs in the sky blue of an afternoon in Castel any Gandolo. They move silently. Are. For a few minutes on those two figures unmistakable walking side by side. How ordinary people. Then the contact. One of the spacecraft detaches from the flock. Lands. Stops “on the south side of the garden.”
The tailgate opens and the cockpit is something out. E ‘”absolutely human.” Only. Just … has a light around. A light that surrounds him. Fell to their knees. The two. Then he got up and went without hesitation to Man. Towards that being “absolutely human” wrapped in a soft light and delicate. Penetrating. They talked about. “For about twenty minutes.” But they could not hear those voices. “I did not hear anything.” But talking. Gesticulating. For twenty minutes. 1200, infinite seconds. Then the man turned and went back to where he had arrived. He looked at me. And he wept.