The narrative unfolds within the context of a remarkable and enigmatic case that transcends the mundane realm of daily existence, exploring the perplexing demise of Joao Prestes in the remote Brazilian village of Arasaraguama in 1946. The tale commences with Joao, a fisherman, who, on a seemingly typical Tuesday, embarks on a solitary fishing expedition while the rest of the community revels in the festive Carnival. As darkness envelops the landscape, Joao’s life irrevocably alters when he encounters a mysterious, luminous object that emanates a searing beam of light, subjecting him to a horrific experience that culminates in his flesh peeling away as if in a grotesque ballet of decomposition. This unsettling transformation raises critical inquiries regarding the nature of his affliction, prompting comparisons to known medical phenomena and leading to speculation about extraterrestrial involvement. The podcast meticulously dissects various theories surrounding Joao's demise, juxtaposing the accounts of witnesses with the interpretations of ufologists and skeptics alike, fostering a rich dialogue about the intersection of folklore, science, and the inexplicable.

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It's time for the Unconventional ufologist.

Hello and welcome to another rip roaring episode of the Unconventional ufologist.

Today we're going to be looking at the curious case of Joao Press or when those pesky aliens decide to cook you alive.

Anyway, a Tuesday that wasn't.

It's times like this I wish I had a voice like Twilight Zone Rod Serling.

He was able to lean against the wall or stand in a doorway and give a little bit of a story leading up to the main show with his wonderful engaging voice that invariably, or maybe not all started with picture this.

Anyway, picture this.

Wishing to carry on his research in school breaks and running the risk of a good kick in by narrow minded Neanderthals, he was quite surprised when a voice over his shoulder said, UFOs eh?

My dad's into that.

Anyway, the next day the lad turned up with an issue of Flying Saucer Review that stepped his research up to the next level.

And by the way, you probably guessed that teenage boy was me.

A very nice chap by the name of Alan Whitehead told his dad of my interest in UFOs and he sent me a random issue to read for me.

This was the holy grail of British ufology at the time, about 50 pence.

An issue that at that time I had other things to spend 50 pence on.

But I digress.

I couldn't wait to get home to read this.

I began with the foreword where something caught my eye.

At the end of the paragraph it said, we propose to follow the advice of Amy Michelle to look at everything, study everything, but believe nothing.

When we receive reports of seemingly benevolent creatures or agencies, we shall print them accordingly.

And when we have reports that point in exactly the opposite direction, we shall print them too.

Which is one of the reasons why the account of the death of Joo Prestes of Aras Saraguama is included in this issue of Flying Saucer Review.

Now that stopped me in my tracks.

I'd heard of cattle mutilations, obstantiated human mutilations too.

But death reported in such a revered tome such as Flying Sarcer Review.

Wow.

Sure enough, in the left column, on page 14, the terrible death of Joo Prestes in Arasada Guama by Professor Philippe Carillon.

Now you may wonder why the big introduction to this case.

First, it gives me an excuse to say a little bit about myself in regards to how long I've been involved with the subjects of UFOs, and secondly, to pad things out as although it's an interesting case, there's not much to say once you've been presented with the facts.

So imagine, if you will, a Tuesday.

Not just any Tuesday menu, but the kind of Tuesday that starts with fishing and ends up with your skin attempted to vacate your body like a tenant fleeing a burning building.

Joo, a sensible man with five children, a number that would make even the most enthusiastic rabbit consider its life choices, had spent the day fishing because in Arasa Naguama electricity was a rumour, telephones were mythical objects, and the local infrastructure was best navigated by goats with a death wish.

Now Joo had made a critical error in judgment, one that would later be filed under things that seemed like a good idea at the time.

While the rest of the village was off celebrating Carnival in San Roque, a staggering seven miles away, which in Araceliguamba was considered an intercontinental journey, Juao had opted for solitude and fish a reasonable choice until the universe decided to intervene with its signature blend of cosmic indifference and theatrical cruelty.

As evening fell, a process that in rural Brazil involves significantly more drama than your average sunset, Joao packed up his gear, loaded it onto his horse drawn car, and set off for home with his friend Salvador dos Santos.

They travelled in near total darkness, accompanied only by the rhythmic clatter of hooves and the occasional existential crisis that comes with realizing you're miles from civilization without so much as a torch.

After dropping Salvador off, presumably with the Brazilian equivalent see you later, alligator, Shuao continued alone, blissfully unaware that the universe had Just placed a bet on how quickly it could ruin his evening.

Joao arrived home to find himself locked out.

A predicament familiar to anyone who's ever underestimated their spouse's commitment to home security.

So Joao did what any resourceful man would do.

He squeezed through an open window for a brief, glorious moment.

All was well.

Then, as the universe had suddenly remembered it had left the stove on, Everything went spectacularly wrong.

Chihuahua felt that peculiar sensation of being watched, not by a nosy neighbour or a judgmental cat, but by something that made his blood turn colder than a penguin's picnic cooler.

He turned towards the window and saw it.

A glowing object hovering outside like an overzealous firefly with a grudge.

Before he could process whether this was a UFO or someone's idea of a very aggressive porch light, the object shot a beam of light at him.

Not the friendly let me help you find your keys kind of light, but the I'm here to ruin your entire existence variety.

The effect was immediate.

Juao felt as though his entire body had been doused in petrol and set ablaze.

Except, curiously, nothing around him was burning.

No smoke, no flames.

Just the distinct sensation of being slow roasted, like a particularly unfortunate Sunday dinner.

Faced with this predicament, Joao did what any rational person would do.

He ran barefoot through the dark, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints that would have made a crime scene investigator weep with professional admiration.

When he finally collapsed at his sister Maria's doorstep, gasping, I'd been burned.

She quickly realized this wasn't your average kitchen accident.

Joao's skin was just red.

It was the kind of red that suggests you've just had a close encounter with something that doesn't belong in this world.

The local police chief, Joo Malacquay, a name that sounds like it was invented by a novelist with a flair for the dramatic, arrived to find a man whose flesh was peeling away from his bones like overcooked barbecue.

When asked what had happened, Joao delivered the kind of statement that makes even seasoned law enforcement officers reconsider their career choices.

My attacker had not been from this world.

We know ambulances in Arisa Guamo.

A glaring oversight.

In hindsight.

Joao was transported to the nearest hospital in the back of a truck, a journey that must have felt like being bounced around in a washing machine set to agitate.

By the time he arrived, his condition had deteriorated to what the police described as truly ruinous.

This isn't A medical term, but it certainly gets the point across.

The doctors were baffled.

Joao's symptoms didn't match any known medical condition.

His skin wasn't just burned.

It was behaving as though it had signed a lease somewhere and was in a hurry to move out.

His flesh literally dropped off his body in chunks.

His facial features detached like poorly glued decorations.

And yet, miraculously, his hair remained intact.

Former army medic Arisai Gomade, who cared for Joo in his final hours, described him as literally decomposing alive.

Now let that sink in.

Not dead and decomposing, but actively falling apart while still technically among the living.

Chihuahua's official cause of death was listed as cardiac collapse due to burns.

But this explanation was about as satisfying as describing a hurricane as a bit of wind.

First and second degree burns don't typically cause flesh to separate from bone.

Nor do they result in spontaneous facial feature relocation.

So what really killed Joao Prestes?

In the decades that followed, researchers, ufologists and assorted enthusiasts have proposed a variety of explanations for Joo's bizarre demise.

Lets examine them, shall we?

Number one, the UFO enthusiast.

Take naturally, the UFO crowd had a field day with this one.

Joao's description of a glowing object and a searing beam of light fits neatly into the alien death ray narrative.

Some theories suggest he had been zapped by a UFO's propulsion system, an idea that raises the question, why would advanced extraterrestrials travel light years just to barbecue a random fisherman?

Number two, the ball lightning brigade.

Skeptics propose ball lightning, a rare atmospheric phenomenon that involves glowing orbs of electricity.

The problem?

BAAL lightning typically lasts seconds, not long enough to cause you hours prolonged suffering.

Also, there's no storms that night.

Number three, the folklore fanatics.

In Brazilian mythology, there is a creature called the boata, a fiery serpent that punishes those who anger it.

Some locals believe Joao had crossed paths with this entity.

While this explanation has cultural resonance, it doesn't exactly hold up under scientific scrutiny.

4 the radiation hypothesis.

Dr. Louise Braga later suggested that Joao's burns resembled those of Hiroshima survivors.

Also, why test one on a fisherman in rural Brazil?

Number five, that it was probably an accident camp.

Then there are those who insist you always death was just a tragic accident.

Perhaps spontaneous human combustion, a phenomena science has largely debunked.

Or a candle Fire.

Despite no evidence of flames in his home, none of these theories fully explain what happened.

But the thing about mysteries, they resist neat explanations.

Strangely, Shuao's death wasn't an isolated incident.

In the years that followed, Arisaguama became a hotspot for bizarre phenomena.

Glowing orbs, unexplained burns, and even sightings of humanoid figures were reported.

It was as if the universe had marked the village on its map of places to mess with.

This pattern of recurring strangeness suggests that whatever happened to Joao wasn't a one off event, but part of a larger unresolved mystery.

At its core, Joao's story forces us to confront the limits of human understanding.

And science thrives on anomalies, cases that don't fit the established model.

Joao's death is one such anomaly.

Was it aliens?

A freak natural phenomena?

A vengeful mythical serpent?

We may never know.

But the case reminds us that the universe is far stranger.

That we often acknowledge.

So the next time you walking home in the dark and see something unusual, take a moment to appreciate the sheer unpredictability of existence.

And maybe carry a torch just in case.

Thanks for joining me on this episode of the unconventional ufologist.

Apologies to everyone if I made massive mispronunciations, but I'm not very good at stuff like that and hope to see you next time.

So you take care.

And remember, keep watching the skies.

Sam.