ZGram - 4/28/2004 - "The Myth of Nazi UFOs" - Part III

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April 28, 2004

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Here comes the suspenseful conclusion of the Japanese research team 
trying to find and visit Hacienda Dignidad, the legendary UFO center 
of World War II space research:

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They hit upon a paved road, and soon they found themselves on a 
driveway with a cut lawn on each side.  They could see a white stucco 
gate, Latin American style, with a high wrought iron fence on either 
side, and then a long, heavy wire security fence, metal links with 
barbed wire continuing on into a  distant, man-planted forest.  They 
were, in fact, in a turn-around, circular driveway area, and there 
was even an electric bell. 

By the street lamp they could see some metallic reflections in some 
high birch trees inside the fence behind the large gate, which had a 
smaller gate for pedestrians on the side of it.  This road carried on 
behind the gate into a well-kept landscaped area, dotted by majestic 
25-35 year old conniferous, German-type blue spruce, or Norwegian 
pine trees familiar to people in Central Europe, the Black Forest and 
the Alpine regions.  There was a winding path up to the blinking 
light shack a few hundred meters up a steep bank.

It began to drizzle again.  The Japanese were lightly clad, shivering 
and uncomfortable, sitting huddled in the car.  Sepp had a waterproof 
ski jacket and offered to investigate the light, while the others 
waited. He decided to take a shortcut and climb straight up the hill. 
It was slippery and rough going - when, suddenly, a car horn sounded, 
and as he turned around and looked down, he saw several men in 
non-descript rain coats surrounding the Volkswagen Beetle. 

Hastily, he slid down the hillside to get there faster, getting 
himself wet and muddy by the rain-covered high vegetation.  The men 
had started questioning the Japanese who did not speak Spanish and 
were clearly at a loss as to what to do next.  One of the strange 
men, to Sepp's surprise, wore a forage cap used by German mountain 
troops in World War II, the famous Gebirgsjäger of Oberst Dietl in 
Narvik, Murmansh and later the Caucasus when they climbed the highest 
mountain, Mount Elberus, and planted the Swastika flag on the peak, 
creating a worldwide sensation at the time.  The German spread-eagle 
insignia and the Edelweiß had been neatly removed from the cap, but 
one could still see the outline in the sun-bleached material. This 
man was muscular, bronzed, blue-eyed and blond.  More yet, he spoke 
heavily accented Spanish with a clear Bavarian twang, familiar to my 
south Tyrolian born Sepple!  Sepp knew he was in the right place!  He 
knew that was no local Indio or Chilean! 

Sepp addressed him in German; however, the man refused steadfastly to 
answer in German. In Spanish, he asked the team what they wanted, 
denied knowing a Dr.  Richter, and requested that they hand him their 
passports, airline tickets, cameras and tape recorders.  He then 
motioned them inside the gate which opened electrically,  although no 
wires or high poles were visible anywhere.  He motioned them to drive 
down the driveway, while the rest of the "reception committee" 
followed them in their own, four-wheel drive military type vehicle. 

After 300-400 meters, they came to a series of typically German type 
buildings - sturdy masonry with baked-tile roofs, stone and stucco 
Alpine style architecture.  They were told to park their car. 
Politely, they were assisted with their luggage.  They entered a 
large office/reception type room, tastefully decorated, again Alpine 
type, and were asked to make themselves comfortable. It was a 
building with all modern amenities, electric lights, flush toilets, 
wash basins, typewriters, office desks, office lamps, clothes racks 
etc.  It had the feel of a military officers' quarters.

By now, it was pitch dark outside.

They were given sandwiches, hot herbal tea, some dessert, and then 
the interrogations began - at first, separately in different rooms by 
different people, some of whom spoke English with the Japanese.  With 
Sepp they insisted on speaking Spanish, an odd situation.  They could 
not be persuaded to speak German - even though they were clearly 
Germans!

No one answered any questions as to where they were, what the place 
was called.  No one claimed to know a Mr. Richter.  No one admitted 
that this was indeed Hacienda Dignidad. 

The interrogations lasted several hours, and about 10 p.m. they were 
all brought together again.  They were told that they had penetrated 
a restricted military area without authorization, and that this was a 
serious offense - that a military police escort was on its way from 
Parral to pick them up, and that it would be up to the military to 
decide what to do with them once they got there.  Their passports, 
cameras, tape recorders, films, and luggage would be turned over to 
the military.  It was suggested that they could get some rest in a 
room that had some bunk beds and blankets, and they were warned not 
to try anything foolish.  They could use the rest room but not leave 
the building for any reason.

The Japanese seemed pretty upset by all this and wondered what they 
had gotten into.  Their ardor had considerably cooled by then, and 
they felt it was wiser not to press their luck und instead beat it 
back to Parral, get their passports back and get out of the jam they 
were in! They were satisfied that out in nowhere, cut off from 
civilization, there obviously were people living with all the 
accountrements of civilization, European no less, who had video 
surveillance cameras, electricity, flush toilets, heating systems, 
paved roads, tall metal wire fences, automatic electric door openers 
as well as a facility where there were multilingual people working in 
shifts, people connected somehow with the military or at least the 
federales, the police, who had the power to take people's passports. 

Everybody was tired, and soon all were asleep, only to be wakened in 
the early morning hours by truck motors howling, doors being slammed, 
loud voices in Spanish.   They were introduced to the head of their 
military escort - a whole convoy of trucks and jeeps!  After a short 
breakfast, they headed out into more rain and fog, making visibility 
difficult.  Even so, they could make out numerous European type 
buildings in the distance which looked like part of a community with 
neatly cut lawns, garden flowers, and all asphalt roads everywhere 
they looked! 

The trip back to Parral was slow and rocky.  The team was taken to an 
army or federal police compound where they were herded into a large 
room and, once again, separately interrogated.  They were told what 
they already knew - that they had entered a restricted military area 
without authorization, for which they could be jailed for a 
substantial period, but seeing that they were foreigners, and that 
their press credentials and stories checked out, they were only going 
to lose their undeveloped film, same with the tape recordings.  They 
were told to take their rental car, drive it all the way to 
Santiago, check at the federales' posts along the way, have their 
expulsion orders stamped at each place - and be out of the country in 
72 hours!  Pronto! 

The Japanese did as they were told - they left Chile in a hurry.  All 
were glad they got off easy. They were given their passports and 
cameras and tape recorders back and went on to points in Brazil and 
Argentina for other interviews on the trail of the mysterious Nazi 
UFOs.  And our Sepp told us this story as he remembered it. 

A decade later, I was invited to Princeton University for a lengthy 
series of Nazi UFO-related interviews, which were aired on prime time 
Japanese TV in a remarkable if sensationalized UFO special with 
superb computer animations of realistic Nazi UFOs.

Mr. Mattern never did find out what had happened to Mr. Richter - or 
to Hacienda Dignidad for that matter.  He died within a year, but as 
I said, he was well into his eighties by that time.   Sepp passed 
away a few years later. 

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From other sources, such as El Mercurio, a left-leaning mass 
circulation Chilean newspaper, as well as from the German weekly, Der 
Stern, and the German news magazine, Der Spiegel, the following story 
emerges:

Hacienda Dignidad is a colony totally self-sufficient in everything, 
technologically equipped with the very latest amenities.  The 
community has its own schools, teachers, hospital, medical staff, 
technical people.  It is claimed that mysterious testing of some sort 
is being carried on at the Hacienda for the Chilean military.  Even 
Chilean senators and parliamentarians find all their efforts blocked, 
usually by courts, the police, and the military.  The German Embassy 
reports that numerous Germans receive their World War II army, air 
force, and other pension checks, which are sent to a collective 
address in the town of Parral, where they are deposited into a joint 
account. 

The El Mercurio newspaper reported already in the late '40s and '50s 
that one of their reporters, in fact, did penetrate the Hacienda 
terrain via back roads through the mountains, using pack horses, and 
that he did observe strange flying craft taking off and landing in 
some remote area of a valley away from the actual community - which 
is what Mattern reported seeing during his one and only visit in the 
1950s or 1960s - I don't remember now exactly just when his visit 
took place. 

The latest report about Hacienda Dignidad I read in the late 1990s in 
Der Spiegel.  There was talk that the community was run by an 
autocratic leader.  It was described almost like a semi-religious 
cult, but that there were married couples with children there. After 
his visit to what he certainly believed had been Hacienda Dignidad or 
a similar enterprise in the remote foothills of the Chilean 
mountains, Mattern was of the view that this place was a supply base 
for fresh fruit and vegetables picked up  by "flying saucers".  He 
also felt that the colony served as a rest/recuperation and medical 
facility for German-staffed UFO bases further to the South like 
Tierra del Fuego and even Antarctica proper. 

The story of the El Mercurio reporter, except for Mattern the only 
other human being claimed to have visited Hacienda Dignidad, is in 
one of my booklets in excerpted form.  It was a bestseller in its 
time and is still widely quoted, as is the hastily organized Admiral 
Byrd Expedition to the mysterious continent of Antarctica in 1947.

The most extensive photographic documentary is to be found in an 
exhaustive article in one of the National Geographic Magazines, 
replete with maps and flight paths of the Byrd overflights, leaving 
out the far more sensational revelations supposedly contained in 
Byrd's private diary, which was forbidden to  be published by U.S. 
authorities - or so it is alleged.  Its content was leaked by Admiral 
Byrd's son, who  himself came to a rather bizarre and mysterious end.

Ernst Zundel

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