INTRODUCTION
Advances in technology have pushed mankind into the realm of what was once deemed fantasy. Even so, many continue to deny the existence of the paranormal, exclaiming, "I have to see it to believe it."
With this logic, one would have to see oxygen to accept its validity. Of course, viewing this element with the naked eye isn't possible, yet we're certain it exists because we don't fall over dead.
Since we haven't all floated into the ionosphere, the presence of gravity is believed to be fact, but when was the last time you actually gazed upon this invisible force?
Can you observe an atom without the aid of a microscope? No, and yet you take for granted your entire body, and everyone you've known, is comprised of nothing but atoms.
Microwaves, sound waves and wireless transmissions are simply a handful of alternate phenomena existing around us all the time, even though, to our limited visual spectrum, they're imperceptible.
What resides in the ultraviolet, or the infrared, beyond our scope?
Consider the anthill and 10 lane superhighway analogy, as proposed by theoretical physicist Michio Kaku. You're an ant. You're building an anthill with thousands of your insect buddies. Your edifice resides 15 feet from a 10 lane superhighway. Every hour, tens of thousands of vehicles pass at breakneck speeds.
"Do you, the ant, comprehend the superhighway for what it is?"
The answer is, "No."
How could an ant understand the meaning of a superhighway, and the cars traversing it, if this insect doesn't grasp the purpose of vehicles and the roads upon which they travel? An ant's intellect is limited to what it can perceive.
Viewing humans as the ants in this scenario, it's plausible there are forces our inhibited mentalities can't comprehend.
A friend recently engaged in a college lecture regarding astronomer Galileo Galilei. Prior to such an axiom being widely accepted, Galileo was a champion of heliocentrism — the idea the Earth and other planets in our Solar System revolve around the Sun. G-squared also improved the first telescope, making it suitable for stargazing, thereby rescuing humankind from belief in erroneous astronomical tenets.
As the class discussion ensued, my friend stated, "I'm smarter than Galileo." My buddy exclaimed, "We're all smarter than Galileo."
According to his rationale, as generations progress, they consecutively become more intelligent. Two hundred years ago, the greatest minds on the planet weren't even certain germ theory was relevant. Today, the common person fights germs effectively with antibiotics, astringent and sanitizer.
My friend's point was interesting. If humankind advances technologically, the average individual hundreds of years from now will have access to more knowledge than the most brilliant scientist, today. This isn't to say a cast member of the Jersey Shore is more intellectually advanced than Galileo. If the survival of humanity depended upon Snooki developing the telescope, we'd all be dead. Still, you get the picture.
It's imperative humans continue to learn. Should we claim omniscience, and become stagnant, we run the risk of extinction. There's too much we don't understand threatening our survival.
It's important to keep an open mind, but "not so open our brains fall out." Don't take anything at face value. Constantly question.
What follows is a compilation of intriguing paranormal tales.
"Are they real?" you ask.
Your guess is as good as anyone's. Hopefully you'll conduct your own research into the subsequent material, so these enigmas can be solved.
Akin to congratulating a recent arm amputee on losing 20 pounds, traversing on private property is just wrong. Explore the locations featured herein with caution and respect.
Hugh Mungus
Sources:
Books:
Kaku, Michio. (2009). Physics of the Impossible: A Scientific Exploration into the World of Phasers, Force Fields, Teleportation, and Time Travel. pp. 126–153. Anchor Books. ISBN: 0307278824
Online Movies:
Michio Kaku on Physics and Extraterrestrial Intelligence:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liFhgUinrZU
Online Sources:
Galileo Galilei:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galileo
Germ theory of disease:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germ_theory_of_disease
Hans Lippershey:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Lippershey
FANTASMA COLORADO (ARIZONA)
"The Devil killed her, I tell you! It was the Devil, himself!” the hysterical woman shrieked.
The damsel in distress collapsed in her husband's arms, as the man gazed outside at the mangled, female body. The yard was bleached with blood. Blood and a pureed hand, or maybe it was part of a face. From this distance, it was difficult to tell. Huge hoofprints ringed the area around the cadaver, and thick strands of red hair littered the soil.
A second man — the slain woman's husband — rushed outside, collapsing to his knees and weeping over what was left of his dead spouse.
Inside the modest home, the rancher turned to his agonized wife. The woman gazed up, sensing her husband's skepticism. Her tear-stained face contorted. "I know you don't believe me, but the Devil was here! He visited our house!" The woman motioned to the crushed corpse outside. "What else could have done that?!"
Miles away, 72 hours later, Lucifer made a second appearance, trampling the tent of two prospectors in the middle of the night. Escaping injury, the men scurried from their demolished shelter, as a massive beast galloped into the blackness. A search of the area turned up the same crimson fibers and enormous hoofprints left in the wake of the first encounter.
Both tales spread across 1883 southeast Arizona faster than syphilis in a Wild West whorehouse. Folks began whispering of Fantasma Colorado — a malevolent entity terrorizing the region.
From his perch on the ridge, Cyrus Hamblin could see the beast clearly. Word of the infamous Red Ghost had reached local newspapers. In these parts, Cyrus was one of the unlucky few able to read. Now, staring down at an angry camel, the man wondered if this animal was the cause of all the commotion. Had this been an ordinary dromedary, he felt certain those who endured its wrath would recognize it for the beast of burden it was. Here in the afternoon Sun, though, the animal's fur gleaming red like rage, the camel appeared anything but prosaic.
Strapped to the brute's back was something bizarre; something horrible. Squinting, Cyrus swore the object leashed atop the monster was a decomposing, human corpse.
Weeks later, the beast was spotted again. This time by prospectors taking target practice. Although not a single bullet found pay dirt, the deafening reports of revolvers had caused the camel to sprint for its life. In the frenzy, the head of the animal’s disintegrating rider came loose, landing at the feet of the astonished men.
Deduction painted a portrait of a lost settler facing dehydration, and strapping himself to the back of the camel, in hopes the beast would find water before it was too late. Having to carry a fetid carcass through blazing heat, the dromedary probably became enraged, and exacted revenge on anything human within its path.
Sightings of Fantasma Colorado abated until 1893, when one Mizoo Hastings gunned down a beast thought to be the nefarious Red Ghost. By this time, the monster had relieved itself of its pesky passenger, and was traveling sans skeleton. However, rawhide straps believed to have once secured the corpse to the camel, were still attached to the animal's back. Oddly, these leather bands were affixed in a way the passenger could have never fastened, himself.
Had the man atop the animal been alive when attached to the creature, sent into the desert as capital punishment? Was it more likely somebody possessing a maniacal sense of humor, a cadaver, and a camel simply slung the body onto the beast to get a laugh? Perhaps we'll never know.
One thing is certain. Reports of dromedary sightings in Greenlee County, Arizona, persist to the present day. Not indigenous to the region, these beasts were imported by the U.S. Army in the 1850s as a method of transportation. The program fell apart when the animals — although well suited for the terrain — began displaying their inherently irate nature.
Some claim the fabled Fantasma Colorado still gallops across the desert in the Grand Canyon State. Should you care to take a look for yourself, Greenlee County is accessed via U.S. Route 70, U.S. Route 191, State Route 75 or State Route 78.
Sources:
Books:
Treat, Wesley. (2007). Weird Arizona: Your Travel Guide to Arizona's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 204–205. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739389
"The Devil killed her, I tell you! It was the Devil, himself!” the hysterical woman shrieked.
The damsel in distress collapsed in her husband's arms, as the man gazed outside at the mangled, female body. The yard was bleached with blood. Blood and a pureed hand, or maybe it was part of a face. From this distance, it was difficult to tell. Huge hoofprints ringed the area around the cadaver, and thick strands of red hair littered the soil.
A second man — the slain woman's husband — rushed outside, collapsing to his knees and weeping over what was left of his dead spouse.
Inside the modest home, the rancher turned to his agonized wife. The woman gazed up, sensing her husband's skepticism. Her tear-stained face contorted. "I know you don't believe me, but the Devil was here! He visited our house!" The woman motioned to the crushed corpse outside. "What else could have done that?!"
Miles away, 72 hours later, Lucifer made a second appearance, trampling the tent of two prospectors in the middle of the night. Escaping injury, the men scurried from their demolished shelter, as a massive beast galloped into the blackness. A search of the area turned up the same crimson fibers and enormous hoofprints left in the wake of the first encounter.
Both tales spread across 1883 southeast Arizona faster than syphilis in a Wild West whorehouse. Folks began whispering of Fantasma Colorado — a malevolent entity terrorizing the region.
From his perch on the ridge, Cyrus Hamblin could see the beast clearly. Word of the infamous Red Ghost had reached local newspapers. In these parts, Cyrus was one of the unlucky few able to read. Now, staring down at an angry camel, the man wondered if this animal was the cause of all the commotion. Had this been an ordinary dromedary, he felt certain those who endured its wrath would recognize it for the beast of burden it was. Here in the afternoon Sun, though, the animal's fur gleaming red like rage, the camel appeared anything but prosaic.
Strapped to the brute's back was something bizarre; something horrible. Squinting, Cyrus swore the object leashed atop the monster was a decomposing, human corpse.
Weeks later, the beast was spotted again. This time by prospectors taking target practice. Although not a single bullet found pay dirt, the deafening reports of revolvers had caused the camel to sprint for its life. In the frenzy, the head of the animal’s disintegrating rider came loose, landing at the feet of the astonished men.
Deduction painted a portrait of a lost settler facing dehydration, and strapping himself to the back of the camel, in hopes the beast would find water before it was too late. Having to carry a fetid carcass through blazing heat, the dromedary probably became enraged, and exacted revenge on anything human within its path.
Sightings of Fantasma Colorado abated until 1893, when one Mizoo Hastings gunned down a beast thought to be the nefarious Red Ghost. By this time, the monster had relieved itself of its pesky passenger, and was traveling sans skeleton. However, rawhide straps believed to have once secured the corpse to the camel, were still attached to the animal's back. Oddly, these leather bands were affixed in a way the passenger could have never fastened, himself.
Had the man atop the animal been alive when attached to the creature, sent into the desert as capital punishment? Was it more likely somebody possessing a maniacal sense of humor, a cadaver, and a camel simply slung the body onto the beast to get a laugh? Perhaps we'll never know.
One thing is certain. Reports of dromedary sightings in Greenlee County, Arizona, persist to the present day. Not indigenous to the region, these beasts were imported by the U.S. Army in the 1850s as a method of transportation. The program fell apart when the animals — although well suited for the terrain — began displaying their inherently irate nature.
Some claim the fabled Fantasma Colorado still gallops across the desert in the Grand Canyon State. Should you care to take a look for yourself, Greenlee County is accessed via U.S. Route 70, U.S. Route 191, State Route 75 or State Route 78.
Sources:
Books:
Treat, Wesley. (2007). Weird Arizona: Your Travel Guide to Arizona's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 204–205. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739389
ONG'S HAT (NEW JERSEY)
The Gate pulsed. Through the opening, the alternate dimension came into focus.
Both Frank and Althea could see an environment identical their own taking shape in the other world. Rolling hills, trees, swaying grass. But something in this new existence was different. Something didn't feel quite right. Frank couldn't put his finger on it until Althea spoke up.
"There are no buildings," she exclaimed.
The former Princeton student squinted, affording himself a deeper view through the ingress. Althea was right. There were no buildings. In fact, nothing man-made at all was visible in this bordering reality. Not a house, nor a road, not even a fence with which to corral the intermittent, wayward cow. And where there are no buildings...
"There are no people," Althea finished Frank's deduction, as twins often do for one another.
Both siblings had been cast out of Princeton for promoting free thinking. Their combined Ph.D. thesis on "cognitive chaos" had gone over like a lead zeppelin. In fact, the brother-sister team had been expelled for proving their groundbreaking theories, mathematically.
Their cutting edge study centered around inter-dimensional travel. It was imperative this type of research continue, and yet, suppressed by the powers that be, further progress was impossible. The two students needed a place in which to pursue their experimentation without hindrance.
As the twins gazed into the uninhabited reality before them, they realized they had found Nirvana. A dimension untouched by human existence; a place with limitless possibilities; a world in which people might someday stop the aging process, and cleanse themselves of disease simply through mind power.
The portal widened. The Gate hummed. The murmur was now almost unbearable, as the orphan test subject sitting beneath the glowing rift became translucent.
"It's working!" Frank thought. "The damned thing's working! We were right all along!"
In no obvious pain, the waif gazed about. His body became transparent. Images from the dimension behind him were now clear. Blue sky, boulders, clouds.
And that's when Althea noticed it. Not only was the runaway vanishing before their eyes, so too was the Egg — the very machine they had created with which to facilitate inter-dimensional travel.
Wide-eyed, the orphan turned toward the twins. A moment later, he, the Egg and the Gate disappeared. With that, the hum dissipated, and the neighboring reality vanished. Only the nocturnal sounds of the forest remained at Ong's Hat.
The New Jersey Pine Barrens is no place to be caught after sundown. Tales of ominous creatures inundate this rural region. In the heart of the weirdness once resided the hamlet of Ong's Hat — a town supposedly titled due to one Jacob Ong, an initial settler of the area.
According to legend, Ong was quite the ladies' man, sweeping women off their feet with sophisticated dance moves, and dress befitting someone of great affluence. As with most gigolos, Jacob's past returned to haunt him.
When a spurned lover discovered Ong's philandering ways, she confronted him at a local dance.
The furious woman stripped the man of his prized possession — a silk hat — and crushed the derby to ruins before Jacob's eyes. Gathering his expensive chapeau, a distraught Ong ran outside and threw the hat into a nearby tree, where it remained for a number of years. Due to the rural nature of this region, the lonesome article of clothing became a demarcation by which travelers could find the isolated village.
Today, the legendary landmark no longer exists. Neither does the populace of Ong's Hat. The town has long been abandoned, but the strange tales surrounding it live on.
Most notable is the saga of Frank and Althea Dobbs — twin siblings who reputedly discovered a portal to an alternate dimension in this bucolic setting. According to author Joseph Matheny — in his book Ong's Hat: The Beginning — Frank and Althea had been students of Princeton University.
Disenchanted with the strict ideology of the institution, the twins worked diligently on a theory to prove not only inter-dimensional travel, but also the belief that humans were in full control of their own mortality. Frank and Althea theorized people could heal themselves of any affliction, and put an end to physical aging. After submitting their thesis on the subject of cognitive chaos, the twins were expelled from the Ivy League school.
Determined to pursue their paranormal studies, the brother and sister team set up shop in a rundown trailer in remote Ong's Hat, New Jersey. Legend has it the siblings joined a commune in the desolate countryside, where they tested fantastical machinery on local, wayward runaways. The tiny cooperative came to be known as the Institute of Chaos Studies (ICS). Roughly three years after its inception, the ICS completed work on a device known as the Gate, which allegedly transported one of the delinquent test subjects to and from an alternate dimension.
A chemical spill at nearby Fort Dix forced the constituents of the Institute to flee. Rather than escaping to higher ground, the group departed into a separate dimension. Allegedly, those comprising the ICS continue to live at Ong's Hat, but within a different reality.
It's a widely held belief the legend of Ong's Hat is the fictional brainchild of author Joseph Matheny. Matheny posted his saga on the Internet in the early 1990s, in attempts to insert the story into the collective consciousness of the then-burgeoning World Wide Web.
If you've ever watched the lonelygirl15 webisodes on www.youtube.com, you'll understand this anecdotal blending with online reality. To those not familiar with lonelygirl15, it was the precursor to vlogging — videotaping oneself rambling about various subject matter, and posting it on the Internet for the world to view.
Debuting in 2006, lonelygirl15 was created by a group of young filmmakers. Although fictional, the show was initially believed by its audience to be fact. The story followed the everyday existence of a teenage girl named Bree. As the production gained popularity, and its fanciful nature was revealed, two derivative series — centered around conspiracy theories — were produced.
Back to Ong's Hat, baby! There are those who claim Matheny's legend is true. Whether or not one believes the Ong's Hat saga is beside the point, contends its creator, who asserts his work stemmed from an actual written narrative known as the Incunabula Papers. To be certain, it's a lot of information to digest. Reading Ong's Hat: The Beginning, listening to the Incunabula Papers online — see the bibliography — or visiting southern New Jersey, would be great initial steps to unraveling this mystery.
Accessed via the Garden State Parkway, and the Atlantic City Expressway, the Pine Barrens is a massive stretch of rural America — home to the Jersey Devil, as well as more than one species of carnivorous plant. Those seeking the former location of Ong's Hat should traverse the New Jersey Turnpike, taking State Route 70 east. From this point, follow exit 4 and continue along Route 72 south. Take a hard left onto Four Mile Circle for about a mile, and you’ll reach your intended destination. Those hoping for a more precise locale from which to portal hunt may be disappointed, as it seems Ong's Hat — much like its inter-dimensional travelers — has vanished.
Sources:
Books:
Matheny, Joseph; Moon, Peter. (2002). Ong's Hat: The Beginning. Sky Books. ISBN: 096781622X
Moran, Mark; Sceurman, Mark. (2006). Weird N.J. Vol. 2: Your Travel Guide to New Jersey's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 68–69. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739419
Online Sources:
Lonelygirl15:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lonelygirl15#History163
Ong's Hat:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ong's_Hat
The Gate pulsed. Through the opening, the alternate dimension came into focus.
Both Frank and Althea could see an environment identical their own taking shape in the other world. Rolling hills, trees, swaying grass. But something in this new existence was different. Something didn't feel quite right. Frank couldn't put his finger on it until Althea spoke up.
"There are no buildings," she exclaimed.
The former Princeton student squinted, affording himself a deeper view through the ingress. Althea was right. There were no buildings. In fact, nothing man-made at all was visible in this bordering reality. Not a house, nor a road, not even a fence with which to corral the intermittent, wayward cow. And where there are no buildings...
"There are no people," Althea finished Frank's deduction, as twins often do for one another.
Both siblings had been cast out of Princeton for promoting free thinking. Their combined Ph.D. thesis on "cognitive chaos" had gone over like a lead zeppelin. In fact, the brother-sister team had been expelled for proving their groundbreaking theories, mathematically.
Their cutting edge study centered around inter-dimensional travel. It was imperative this type of research continue, and yet, suppressed by the powers that be, further progress was impossible. The two students needed a place in which to pursue their experimentation without hindrance.
As the twins gazed into the uninhabited reality before them, they realized they had found Nirvana. A dimension untouched by human existence; a place with limitless possibilities; a world in which people might someday stop the aging process, and cleanse themselves of disease simply through mind power.
The portal widened. The Gate hummed. The murmur was now almost unbearable, as the orphan test subject sitting beneath the glowing rift became translucent.
"It's working!" Frank thought. "The damned thing's working! We were right all along!"
In no obvious pain, the waif gazed about. His body became transparent. Images from the dimension behind him were now clear. Blue sky, boulders, clouds.
And that's when Althea noticed it. Not only was the runaway vanishing before their eyes, so too was the Egg — the very machine they had created with which to facilitate inter-dimensional travel.
Wide-eyed, the orphan turned toward the twins. A moment later, he, the Egg and the Gate disappeared. With that, the hum dissipated, and the neighboring reality vanished. Only the nocturnal sounds of the forest remained at Ong's Hat.
The New Jersey Pine Barrens is no place to be caught after sundown. Tales of ominous creatures inundate this rural region. In the heart of the weirdness once resided the hamlet of Ong's Hat — a town supposedly titled due to one Jacob Ong, an initial settler of the area.
According to legend, Ong was quite the ladies' man, sweeping women off their feet with sophisticated dance moves, and dress befitting someone of great affluence. As with most gigolos, Jacob's past returned to haunt him.
When a spurned lover discovered Ong's philandering ways, she confronted him at a local dance.
The furious woman stripped the man of his prized possession — a silk hat — and crushed the derby to ruins before Jacob's eyes. Gathering his expensive chapeau, a distraught Ong ran outside and threw the hat into a nearby tree, where it remained for a number of years. Due to the rural nature of this region, the lonesome article of clothing became a demarcation by which travelers could find the isolated village.
Today, the legendary landmark no longer exists. Neither does the populace of Ong's Hat. The town has long been abandoned, but the strange tales surrounding it live on.
Most notable is the saga of Frank and Althea Dobbs — twin siblings who reputedly discovered a portal to an alternate dimension in this bucolic setting. According to author Joseph Matheny — in his book Ong's Hat: The Beginning — Frank and Althea had been students of Princeton University.
Disenchanted with the strict ideology of the institution, the twins worked diligently on a theory to prove not only inter-dimensional travel, but also the belief that humans were in full control of their own mortality. Frank and Althea theorized people could heal themselves of any affliction, and put an end to physical aging. After submitting their thesis on the subject of cognitive chaos, the twins were expelled from the Ivy League school.
Determined to pursue their paranormal studies, the brother and sister team set up shop in a rundown trailer in remote Ong's Hat, New Jersey. Legend has it the siblings joined a commune in the desolate countryside, where they tested fantastical machinery on local, wayward runaways. The tiny cooperative came to be known as the Institute of Chaos Studies (ICS). Roughly three years after its inception, the ICS completed work on a device known as the Gate, which allegedly transported one of the delinquent test subjects to and from an alternate dimension.
A chemical spill at nearby Fort Dix forced the constituents of the Institute to flee. Rather than escaping to higher ground, the group departed into a separate dimension. Allegedly, those comprising the ICS continue to live at Ong's Hat, but within a different reality.
It's a widely held belief the legend of Ong's Hat is the fictional brainchild of author Joseph Matheny. Matheny posted his saga on the Internet in the early 1990s, in attempts to insert the story into the collective consciousness of the then-burgeoning World Wide Web.
If you've ever watched the lonelygirl15 webisodes on www.youtube.com, you'll understand this anecdotal blending with online reality. To those not familiar with lonelygirl15, it was the precursor to vlogging — videotaping oneself rambling about various subject matter, and posting it on the Internet for the world to view.
Debuting in 2006, lonelygirl15 was created by a group of young filmmakers. Although fictional, the show was initially believed by its audience to be fact. The story followed the everyday existence of a teenage girl named Bree. As the production gained popularity, and its fanciful nature was revealed, two derivative series — centered around conspiracy theories — were produced.
Back to Ong's Hat, baby! There are those who claim Matheny's legend is true. Whether or not one believes the Ong's Hat saga is beside the point, contends its creator, who asserts his work stemmed from an actual written narrative known as the Incunabula Papers. To be certain, it's a lot of information to digest. Reading Ong's Hat: The Beginning, listening to the Incunabula Papers online — see the bibliography — or visiting southern New Jersey, would be great initial steps to unraveling this mystery.
Accessed via the Garden State Parkway, and the Atlantic City Expressway, the Pine Barrens is a massive stretch of rural America — home to the Jersey Devil, as well as more than one species of carnivorous plant. Those seeking the former location of Ong's Hat should traverse the New Jersey Turnpike, taking State Route 70 east. From this point, follow exit 4 and continue along Route 72 south. Take a hard left onto Four Mile Circle for about a mile, and you’ll reach your intended destination. Those hoping for a more precise locale from which to portal hunt may be disappointed, as it seems Ong's Hat — much like its inter-dimensional travelers — has vanished.
Sources:
Books:
Matheny, Joseph; Moon, Peter. (2002). Ong's Hat: The Beginning. Sky Books. ISBN: 096781622X
Moran, Mark; Sceurman, Mark. (2006). Weird N.J. Vol. 2: Your Travel Guide to New Jersey's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 68–69. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739419
Online Sources:
Lonelygirl15:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lonelygirl15#History163
Ong's Hat:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ong's_Hat
THE ELY UFO CRASH (NEVADA)
I certainly believe in aliens in space. They may not look like us, but I have very strong feelings that they have advanced beyond our mental capabilities...I think some highly secret government UFO investigations are going on that we don't know about — and probably never will unless the Air Force discloses them. *
— former Arizona Senator, Barry Goldwater
* Senator Barry Goldwater:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_Goldwater
"Sixteen," the rancher reckoned beneath stale coffee breath.
"Is that possible?" the grizzled man queried himself, marveling at the lifeless bodies in the ravine below. From this lofty vantage point, the victims appeared childlike in stature. The glow emanating from the crashed spaceship provided an unnatural amount of light for this hour.
"Could some of 'em still be alive?" the cowhand wondered.
The living piece of shoe leather squinted. Crow's feet the size of pterodactyl talons emerged. Dark silhouettes scurried across the corners of the man's vision. The opaque shadows clarified into the shapes of coyotes.
The ancient, withering Paint beneath the rancher shifted uneasily.
"Damned predators," the man grumbled to himself. "Nobody alive, nor dead, deserves this fate." The cattle herder gingerly dug spurless heels into his steed's sides. The horse sidled forward, cresting the precipice of an unstable cliff.
"What're you doin’?!” the man's mind raced. "You wrangle cattle, you old fool. Martians and flyin' saucers is government business—“
Before the thought completed its journey from synapse to synapse, the earth about the aged vaquero exploded. Night became day. Racing overhead, helicopters cleared the ridge behind the frightened cowpoke.
The man's terrified nag retreated up the slope, as the terrain beneath it's hooves gave way.
In the distance, a wave of military vehicles converged on the defunct, saucer-shaped craft.
Trembling, the cowboy slid down his mount, collapsing beneath a pair of useless knees. The man's horse turned wild-eyed from the scene, disappearing into a field of cholla.
The gaucho watched as Jeeps appeared from all directions in the ravine below him, like ants gathering on something sticky and sweet.
"This is big," thought the herder. "Too big for one used up cowpuncher and his worn out horse." The entire United States Army was assembling in the gully.
"It's a wonder they ain't spotted ya', you damned idiot—“
With that, the sound of falling metal emanated behind him. The man spun, expecting to come face-to-barrel with a rifle wielded by some trigger happy, 18 year old recruit. Instead, the rancher spied obscure figures in the distance; a handful of men and women in civilian clothing.
A light blue dress and medium-heeled pump were the last images the cowboy saw before whomever was behind him disappeared into the blackness.
"Witnesses," was the ranch hand's initial thought. "I ain't alone," reasoned the man. Had they seen the same things he had? The flying saucer? The aliens? The army below?
The cowpoke opened his mouth, preparing to signal to his fellow onlookers. His thoughts raced back to the mobilization for D-Day goin' on in the ravine. He fell silent. Would the military be able to hear his shouts from here? He didn't care to find out. In fact, the only thing he did care to find was his damned horse. Taking a last look at the chaos below, the man crawled from the cliff into the enveloping night.
He could discern the faint outline of his grazing mount in the distance. "The short memory span of less intelligent animals,” thought the cowboy. This was one instance in which he envied his horse. The rancher knew he, himself, would never forget this incident, no matter how hard he tried.
The strength returning to his arthritic knees, the man stood, approaching his weary steed. In mere moments, both he and his nag would vanish from the scene.
By daybreak, so would 16 extraterrestrial bodies and a downed alien spacecraft.
The above is a fanciful description of what some ufologists believe to be an actual anomalous crash in 1952 Ely, Nevada. Details concerning the event are more difficult to uncover than hair on Dr. Phil's head. Nonetheless, the legend persists.
Did an inexplicable craft wreck in the Silver State? Were 16 deceased alien bodies recovered by an Operation Blue Fly-type team? Is there any truth to the claims these extraterrestrial corpses were transported to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio, where they now reside in deep freeze storage?
Located in the far eastern portion of Nevada, Ely truly resides amongst desolation. Nestled at the intersection of Highways 50 and 93, the minute hamlet is neither north nor south, but rather centrally positioned within the context of the state. Smack dab in the middle of mining country, rolling hills interspersed with deep valleys offer the perfect environment for a clandestine UFO crash and retrieval.
Should you find yourself traversing the wide-open expanse of eastern Nevada, point your trusty, metallic thoroughbred in the direction of Ely. Word has it locals continue to speak of the crash in question, as well as the subsequent recovery of alien bodies.
Sources:
Books:
Oesterle, Joe; Cridland, Tim. (2007). Weird Las Vegas and Nevada: Your Alternative Travel Guide to Sin City and the Silver State. pp. 63–64. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739400
Online Movies:
The Ely UFO Crash: Nevada's Roswell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyiXKO4gW3A
Online Sources:
The Ely, Nevada, UFO Crash of 1952:
http://ufodigest.com/article/ely-nevada-ufo-crash-1952
I certainly believe in aliens in space. They may not look like us, but I have very strong feelings that they have advanced beyond our mental capabilities...I think some highly secret government UFO investigations are going on that we don't know about — and probably never will unless the Air Force discloses them. *
— former Arizona Senator, Barry Goldwater
* Senator Barry Goldwater:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_Goldwater
"Sixteen," the rancher reckoned beneath stale coffee breath.
"Is that possible?" the grizzled man queried himself, marveling at the lifeless bodies in the ravine below. From this lofty vantage point, the victims appeared childlike in stature. The glow emanating from the crashed spaceship provided an unnatural amount of light for this hour.
"Could some of 'em still be alive?" the cowhand wondered.
The living piece of shoe leather squinted. Crow's feet the size of pterodactyl talons emerged. Dark silhouettes scurried across the corners of the man's vision. The opaque shadows clarified into the shapes of coyotes.
The ancient, withering Paint beneath the rancher shifted uneasily.
"Damned predators," the man grumbled to himself. "Nobody alive, nor dead, deserves this fate." The cattle herder gingerly dug spurless heels into his steed's sides. The horse sidled forward, cresting the precipice of an unstable cliff.
"What're you doin’?!” the man's mind raced. "You wrangle cattle, you old fool. Martians and flyin' saucers is government business—“
Before the thought completed its journey from synapse to synapse, the earth about the aged vaquero exploded. Night became day. Racing overhead, helicopters cleared the ridge behind the frightened cowpoke.
The man's terrified nag retreated up the slope, as the terrain beneath it's hooves gave way.
In the distance, a wave of military vehicles converged on the defunct, saucer-shaped craft.
Trembling, the cowboy slid down his mount, collapsing beneath a pair of useless knees. The man's horse turned wild-eyed from the scene, disappearing into a field of cholla.
The gaucho watched as Jeeps appeared from all directions in the ravine below him, like ants gathering on something sticky and sweet.
"This is big," thought the herder. "Too big for one used up cowpuncher and his worn out horse." The entire United States Army was assembling in the gully.
"It's a wonder they ain't spotted ya', you damned idiot—“
With that, the sound of falling metal emanated behind him. The man spun, expecting to come face-to-barrel with a rifle wielded by some trigger happy, 18 year old recruit. Instead, the rancher spied obscure figures in the distance; a handful of men and women in civilian clothing.
A light blue dress and medium-heeled pump were the last images the cowboy saw before whomever was behind him disappeared into the blackness.
"Witnesses," was the ranch hand's initial thought. "I ain't alone," reasoned the man. Had they seen the same things he had? The flying saucer? The aliens? The army below?
The cowpoke opened his mouth, preparing to signal to his fellow onlookers. His thoughts raced back to the mobilization for D-Day goin' on in the ravine. He fell silent. Would the military be able to hear his shouts from here? He didn't care to find out. In fact, the only thing he did care to find was his damned horse. Taking a last look at the chaos below, the man crawled from the cliff into the enveloping night.
He could discern the faint outline of his grazing mount in the distance. "The short memory span of less intelligent animals,” thought the cowboy. This was one instance in which he envied his horse. The rancher knew he, himself, would never forget this incident, no matter how hard he tried.
The strength returning to his arthritic knees, the man stood, approaching his weary steed. In mere moments, both he and his nag would vanish from the scene.
By daybreak, so would 16 extraterrestrial bodies and a downed alien spacecraft.
The above is a fanciful description of what some ufologists believe to be an actual anomalous crash in 1952 Ely, Nevada. Details concerning the event are more difficult to uncover than hair on Dr. Phil's head. Nonetheless, the legend persists.
Did an inexplicable craft wreck in the Silver State? Were 16 deceased alien bodies recovered by an Operation Blue Fly-type team? Is there any truth to the claims these extraterrestrial corpses were transported to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio, where they now reside in deep freeze storage?
Located in the far eastern portion of Nevada, Ely truly resides amongst desolation. Nestled at the intersection of Highways 50 and 93, the minute hamlet is neither north nor south, but rather centrally positioned within the context of the state. Smack dab in the middle of mining country, rolling hills interspersed with deep valleys offer the perfect environment for a clandestine UFO crash and retrieval.
Should you find yourself traversing the wide-open expanse of eastern Nevada, point your trusty, metallic thoroughbred in the direction of Ely. Word has it locals continue to speak of the crash in question, as well as the subsequent recovery of alien bodies.
Sources:
Books:
Oesterle, Joe; Cridland, Tim. (2007). Weird Las Vegas and Nevada: Your Alternative Travel Guide to Sin City and the Silver State. pp. 63–64. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739400
Online Movies:
The Ely UFO Crash: Nevada's Roswell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyiXKO4gW3A
Online Sources:
The Ely, Nevada, UFO Crash of 1952:
http://ufodigest.com/article/ely-nevada-ufo-crash-1952
A GHOST SHIP IN THE DESERT (CALIFORNIA)
Ghost ships. The phrase elicits images of translucent sea vessels floating upon frenzied waves. Envisioning a spectral sloop, one rarely pictures a landlocked cutter a hundred miles from the ocean. Yet, that's exactly what purportedly sails the Salton Sea in Southern California.
Now an inland body of water, the Salton was believed to have been, at some point, connected to the Pacific Ocean. In fact, numerous conquistadors were convinced California was an island.
According to tale, in the late 17th century, a Spanish galleon — laden with precious pearls — navigated the Salton Sea in search of an alternate route to the Pacific. Due to lack of precipitation, the deltas upon which the ship entered this body of water, evaporated. The vessel became trapped within, what is now, the Continental U.S. As a result, the crew ran the galleon aground, venturing through the desert on foot. Although it's believed the sailors reached a friendly settlement in Mexico, accounts of the men, from then on, remain scarce.
It wasn't until 1775, the abandoned ship — long since engulfed by swirling sand dunes — began reappearing.
His name was Manquerna, and he traveled by night, in order to circumvent the blistering, daytime desert heat. Making a living scouting the fundamental charting of California, this explorer, at one point, encountered a massive Spanish sailing vessel embedded in the sands before him. The ship appeared not only a hundred years old, but a hundred miles off course.
Upon boarding the galleon, Manquerna discovered it fraught with pearls. Procuring what he could, the man disembarked, and documented the location of the vessel. Manquerna then hired a small band of soldiers to aid in his quest for the remaining riches. Unfortunately, shifting sands hid the whereabouts of the ship. The galleon, and its treasure, were once again lost below the dunes.
In 1870, the Los Angeles Star published a group of articles regarding Charles Clusker — an adventurer hellbent on uncovering the craft's whereabouts. According to the features, Clusker, himself, forever vanished into the desert, during an excursion to find the supernatural sloop.
In 1878, a troupe of German prospectors witnessed the vessel hovering across the wastelands. Intrigued, a member of the ensemble set out after the vision, only to be discovered days later, dead from thirst deprivation, and completely nude.
Butcherknife Ike — a seasoned miner — claimed to have uncovered the three-master in 1905. Unfortunately, Ike's assertions were never verified, and the ship once again slipped through the collective grasp of treasure hunters.
The most conclusive evidence supporting the existence of a ghost ship in the Salton Sea came in 1915, when a Native American sauntered into Yuma, Arizona, and paid for several purchases with handfuls of pearls. The man reported to have spent the previous evening in a partially buried sea vessel that was filled with buckets of the precious gemstones. When offered several hundred dollars, should he divulge the whereabouts of the ship, the drifter took the cash, and spent the night in lavish accommodations. Craftily, he vanished into the desert before those seeking his services awoke the following morning.
Numerous treasure seekers have mounted expeditions in search of the famed Spanish galleon. To date, all have met with defeat. Shifting sands could attribute to the elusive nature of the ship, as the dunes easily reveal sizable objects, one day, only to hide them, the next.
Whether or not this meaty hunk of folklore harbors any truth, those relating the tale often add their own delicious spice, claiming the vessel has been bleached white by swirling sands. Thus, the galleon now glows beneath the full desert Moon, while spirits of perished sailors walk its decks.
Since the precise location of the ghost ship remains a mystery, your best bet for finding antiquated riches in the Southern California Desert would be to visit the Salton Sea. This inland body of water is located south of Interstate 10, in both Riverside and Imperial Counties, off either Highways 86 or 111. Bring plenty of water, as the sea is far too salty from which to drink.
Sources:
Books:
Bishop, Greg; Oesterle, Joe; Marinacci, Mike. (2006). Weird California: Your Travel Guide to California's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. p. 61. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402733844
Online Sources:
Lost Ship of the Desert:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_Ship_of_the_Desert
Lost Ships of the Desert:
http://klaxo.net/hofc/other/lostship.htm#more
Ghost ships. The phrase elicits images of translucent sea vessels floating upon frenzied waves. Envisioning a spectral sloop, one rarely pictures a landlocked cutter a hundred miles from the ocean. Yet, that's exactly what purportedly sails the Salton Sea in Southern California.
Now an inland body of water, the Salton was believed to have been, at some point, connected to the Pacific Ocean. In fact, numerous conquistadors were convinced California was an island.
According to tale, in the late 17th century, a Spanish galleon — laden with precious pearls — navigated the Salton Sea in search of an alternate route to the Pacific. Due to lack of precipitation, the deltas upon which the ship entered this body of water, evaporated. The vessel became trapped within, what is now, the Continental U.S. As a result, the crew ran the galleon aground, venturing through the desert on foot. Although it's believed the sailors reached a friendly settlement in Mexico, accounts of the men, from then on, remain scarce.
It wasn't until 1775, the abandoned ship — long since engulfed by swirling sand dunes — began reappearing.
His name was Manquerna, and he traveled by night, in order to circumvent the blistering, daytime desert heat. Making a living scouting the fundamental charting of California, this explorer, at one point, encountered a massive Spanish sailing vessel embedded in the sands before him. The ship appeared not only a hundred years old, but a hundred miles off course.
Upon boarding the galleon, Manquerna discovered it fraught with pearls. Procuring what he could, the man disembarked, and documented the location of the vessel. Manquerna then hired a small band of soldiers to aid in his quest for the remaining riches. Unfortunately, shifting sands hid the whereabouts of the ship. The galleon, and its treasure, were once again lost below the dunes.
In 1870, the Los Angeles Star published a group of articles regarding Charles Clusker — an adventurer hellbent on uncovering the craft's whereabouts. According to the features, Clusker, himself, forever vanished into the desert, during an excursion to find the supernatural sloop.
In 1878, a troupe of German prospectors witnessed the vessel hovering across the wastelands. Intrigued, a member of the ensemble set out after the vision, only to be discovered days later, dead from thirst deprivation, and completely nude.
Butcherknife Ike — a seasoned miner — claimed to have uncovered the three-master in 1905. Unfortunately, Ike's assertions were never verified, and the ship once again slipped through the collective grasp of treasure hunters.
The most conclusive evidence supporting the existence of a ghost ship in the Salton Sea came in 1915, when a Native American sauntered into Yuma, Arizona, and paid for several purchases with handfuls of pearls. The man reported to have spent the previous evening in a partially buried sea vessel that was filled with buckets of the precious gemstones. When offered several hundred dollars, should he divulge the whereabouts of the ship, the drifter took the cash, and spent the night in lavish accommodations. Craftily, he vanished into the desert before those seeking his services awoke the following morning.
Numerous treasure seekers have mounted expeditions in search of the famed Spanish galleon. To date, all have met with defeat. Shifting sands could attribute to the elusive nature of the ship, as the dunes easily reveal sizable objects, one day, only to hide them, the next.
Whether or not this meaty hunk of folklore harbors any truth, those relating the tale often add their own delicious spice, claiming the vessel has been bleached white by swirling sands. Thus, the galleon now glows beneath the full desert Moon, while spirits of perished sailors walk its decks.
Since the precise location of the ghost ship remains a mystery, your best bet for finding antiquated riches in the Southern California Desert would be to visit the Salton Sea. This inland body of water is located south of Interstate 10, in both Riverside and Imperial Counties, off either Highways 86 or 111. Bring plenty of water, as the sea is far too salty from which to drink.
Sources:
Books:
Bishop, Greg; Oesterle, Joe; Marinacci, Mike. (2006). Weird California: Your Travel Guide to California's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. p. 61. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402733844
Online Sources:
Lost Ship of the Desert:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_Ship_of_the_Desert
Lost Ships of the Desert:
http://klaxo.net/hofc/other/lostship.htm#more
MYSTERIOUS HEALING DIRT (NEW MEXICO)
The uncanny glow emanated from somewhere inside the Earth.
"What could it be?" Don Bernardo pondered.
Cracked, bleeding hands clenched in anticipation. Stale thickets crunched beneath Abeyta's feet, as he neared the luminance that called to him.
He could see the shaft of light clearly now, spilling forth into the viscous New Mexican night. Desperate to discover what was tugging at his senses, the zealous man broke into a lumbering run.
Ten feet. Eight. Five.
Don Bernardo stopped, his unbridled momentum giving way to innate clumsiness, as he toppled headfirst into the parched dirt beside the radiance.
Pawing frenziedly at the loam before him, his mind raced. "What is it? What in the name of God is it?!"
Abeyta's callused fingers hit something solid. The resplendent beam splintered into shafts. A painful brilliance burst forth. Don Bernardo shielded his eyes, as he gazed upon a glowing crucifix powered by some unseen energy. Although the artifact appeared brighter than the Sun, he didn't hesitate to grasp it. From the pulsing relic, a conductivity radiated unlike any he had felt before.
A church of worship known as El Santuario de Chimayo beckons off the beaten path, some 30 miles north of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Sheltered amongst the Sangre de Christo mountain range, this place of prayer has become a destination for millions pursuing its purported healing powers.
The year was 1810. The evening was Good Friday. Don Bernardo Abeyta — a member of the Penitentes, a sect of the Catholic Church — was participating in a customary penance of self-flagellation in the hills of El Portrero, New Mexico. During his atonement, Don Bernardo observed a brilliant luminance emitting from a nearby bluff along the Santa Cruz River.
Approaching the light, the holy man dropped to his knees, burrowed into the soil with his bare hands and excavated a glowing crucifix of mysterious origin.
Elated by his discovery, Don Bernardo brought local priest, Father Sabastian Alvarez, to witness the anomaly. Ecstatic, Father Alvarez carried the crucifix back to a nearby church, where the luminous artifact was positioned amid the main altar.
Upon awakening the following morning, parishioners discovered the crucifix missing. After a search, the radiant object was found in the ground from whence Don Bernardo had unearthed it. For a second time, the crucifix was carried to the chapel and placed atop the altar.
In the wee hours, the sacred article once again returned — of its own volition — to the soil from where it had been taken. After a third attempt to remove the crucifix from its original resting place culminated in the same result, all those in the midst of the miraculous migration decided not to bring the cross to the church, but rather the church to the cross. Hence, El Santuario de Chimayo was constructed between 1814 and 1816, atop the soil where the unique crucifix had been found.
Today, it's purported the dirt amassed in a diminutive hole in the floor of the cathedral possesses extraordinary healing powers. Each year, upwards of 300,000 tourists make pilgrimages to El Santuario de Chimayo. Some of the travelers come seeking a miracle from the dirt — which is constantly replenished, and made available to anyone who has taken the trek. In a room adjacent the shallow hole of soil, rests a variety of casts, crutches and wheelchairs from those who have reportedly ventured to the quaint sanctuary, and been healed of their physical afflictions.
El Santuario de Chimayo is open to the public between the months of October and April, from 9 AM to 5 PM, and May through September, from 9 AM to 6 PM daily.
The church is located at 15 Santuario Drive — in the town of Chimayo — one mile south of where Highways 76 and 520 intersect.
There's no fee to visit the sanctuary, but should you desire a souvenir in addition to the healing dirt, there is an adjacent gift shop.
Sources:
Books:
King, Leslie. (2005). Frommer's New Mexico. pp. 4, 36, 61, 66, 193, 194. Frommers. ISBN: 0764573071
Online Movies:
Zzyzx: Destination Four. El Santuario de Chimayo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdUVXizUFZs
Online Sources:
El Santuario de Chimayo:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Santuario_de_Chimayo
El Santuario de Chimayo, the Lourdes of America:
http://www.archdiocesesantafe.org/AboutASF/Chimayo.html
The uncanny glow emanated from somewhere inside the Earth.
"What could it be?" Don Bernardo pondered.
Cracked, bleeding hands clenched in anticipation. Stale thickets crunched beneath Abeyta's feet, as he neared the luminance that called to him.
He could see the shaft of light clearly now, spilling forth into the viscous New Mexican night. Desperate to discover what was tugging at his senses, the zealous man broke into a lumbering run.
Ten feet. Eight. Five.
Don Bernardo stopped, his unbridled momentum giving way to innate clumsiness, as he toppled headfirst into the parched dirt beside the radiance.
Pawing frenziedly at the loam before him, his mind raced. "What is it? What in the name of God is it?!"
Abeyta's callused fingers hit something solid. The resplendent beam splintered into shafts. A painful brilliance burst forth. Don Bernardo shielded his eyes, as he gazed upon a glowing crucifix powered by some unseen energy. Although the artifact appeared brighter than the Sun, he didn't hesitate to grasp it. From the pulsing relic, a conductivity radiated unlike any he had felt before.
A church of worship known as El Santuario de Chimayo beckons off the beaten path, some 30 miles north of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Sheltered amongst the Sangre de Christo mountain range, this place of prayer has become a destination for millions pursuing its purported healing powers.
The year was 1810. The evening was Good Friday. Don Bernardo Abeyta — a member of the Penitentes, a sect of the Catholic Church — was participating in a customary penance of self-flagellation in the hills of El Portrero, New Mexico. During his atonement, Don Bernardo observed a brilliant luminance emitting from a nearby bluff along the Santa Cruz River.
Approaching the light, the holy man dropped to his knees, burrowed into the soil with his bare hands and excavated a glowing crucifix of mysterious origin.
Elated by his discovery, Don Bernardo brought local priest, Father Sabastian Alvarez, to witness the anomaly. Ecstatic, Father Alvarez carried the crucifix back to a nearby church, where the luminous artifact was positioned amid the main altar.
Upon awakening the following morning, parishioners discovered the crucifix missing. After a search, the radiant object was found in the ground from whence Don Bernardo had unearthed it. For a second time, the crucifix was carried to the chapel and placed atop the altar.
In the wee hours, the sacred article once again returned — of its own volition — to the soil from where it had been taken. After a third attempt to remove the crucifix from its original resting place culminated in the same result, all those in the midst of the miraculous migration decided not to bring the cross to the church, but rather the church to the cross. Hence, El Santuario de Chimayo was constructed between 1814 and 1816, atop the soil where the unique crucifix had been found.
Today, it's purported the dirt amassed in a diminutive hole in the floor of the cathedral possesses extraordinary healing powers. Each year, upwards of 300,000 tourists make pilgrimages to El Santuario de Chimayo. Some of the travelers come seeking a miracle from the dirt — which is constantly replenished, and made available to anyone who has taken the trek. In a room adjacent the shallow hole of soil, rests a variety of casts, crutches and wheelchairs from those who have reportedly ventured to the quaint sanctuary, and been healed of their physical afflictions.
El Santuario de Chimayo is open to the public between the months of October and April, from 9 AM to 5 PM, and May through September, from 9 AM to 6 PM daily.
The church is located at 15 Santuario Drive — in the town of Chimayo — one mile south of where Highways 76 and 520 intersect.
There's no fee to visit the sanctuary, but should you desire a souvenir in addition to the healing dirt, there is an adjacent gift shop.
Sources:
Books:
King, Leslie. (2005). Frommer's New Mexico. pp. 4, 36, 61, 66, 193, 194. Frommers. ISBN: 0764573071
Online Movies:
Zzyzx: Destination Four. El Santuario de Chimayo:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdUVXizUFZs
Online Sources:
El Santuario de Chimayo:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Santuario_de_Chimayo
El Santuario de Chimayo, the Lourdes of America:
http://www.archdiocesesantafe.org/AboutASF/Chimayo.html
THE CURIOUS CASE OF STAN ROMANEK (COLORADO)
[…] I looked out the window and saw this bright light. It was zigzagging around. I went up to the pilot and asked him if he had ever seen anything like that. He was shocked and said he hadn’t […] We followed it to Bakersfield, and all of a sudden to our utter amazement it went straight up into the heavens. When I got off the plane I told Nancy about it. *
— then-Governor of California, and later-40th President of the United States, Ronald Reagan
* Governor Ronald Reagan:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
The extraterrestrial peered through the window.
Stan trembled as he watched the videotape replay. "Could this really be happening?" the Denver native’s mind raced. An alien peeking into his house wasn't typical evening entertainment.
The pane through which the creature had been leering was on the second floor. Romanek knew there wasn't anything between the lawn outside and the sill; no place for this being to find footing.
This wasn't the first time Stan had captured an E.T. on camera. In fact, he had been playing cat-and-mouse not only with anthropomorphic entities, but also Men in Black, mysterious balls of light, unmarked helicopters, ominous phone voices and UFOs since 2000.
And how could he forget the abductions? Surreal episodes from which he awoke to find himself locked outside his home, sporting a bloody nose and fresh wounds.
Romanek didn't even believe in this stuff. Wasn't it four years ago he was poking fun at those who expressed an interest in the paranormal?
Through his video camera's viewfinder, the frazzled man watched a creature that couldn't have been from Earth duck below the window.
"Why would something so intelligent traverse vast expanses to spy on me?" Stan pondered.
Little did Romanek realize, the footage he shot that evening would be a source of ridicule from skeptics, as well as ufologists. In 2008, Stan would release the video, which he believed was evidence of exoplanetary life. Even though the raw footage had been verified by experts as having not been tampered with, in the eyes of many, it was a hoax.
Stan conceded it was possible some esoteric faction may have been playing tricks on him, but then the question arose, "Why would an arcane force go to such great lengths to alter one ordinary man's life?"
Born in 1962 in Denver, Colorado, Stan Romanek was the son of an Air Force officer. As a result, Stan and his family relocated on a regular basis.
When only four years old, and living in Northwood, Colorado, Romanek recalled his older brother Jimmy witnessing an enigmatic craft hovering over the town's water tower. Upon returning from work that evening, Stan's father corroborated his son's claims by asserting he, too, had observed the aerial anomaly.
Since the incident hadn't involved Stan, he'd forgotten it. Until recently, Romanek also failed to recall childhood episodes in which he was visited by a woman with uncommonly large eyes, who spoke without opening her mouth.
It hadn't been until 2000 that Stan began experiencing the paranormal once more. Whilst videotaping Colorado's Red Rocks Park, Romanek observed an aerial craft comprised of numerous rotating spheres, keeping pace with his van. As he attempted to photograph the conundrum, the vessel vanished into the heavens, resulting in a small sonic boom.
Shortly afterwards, twin F-16s appeared out of nowhere, racing after the enigmatic vehicle.
As with numerous encounters, Romanek wasn't the sole witness to this event. In fact, other observers that day attested to seeing the same craft.
It was about this time Stan professed to hearing bizarre clicks when speaking on his home phone.
Perturbed, Romanek called his telecommunications company, who subsequently discovered a bugging device on the line in question.
Shortly, thereafter, while in line at a restaurant, Stan found himself approached by a gaunt stranger in business attire, who whispered in passing, "It's not over yet."
Electronic devices began inexplicably failing when in Romanek's presence. Within a year, he went through nearly 10 home computers, as the machines shorted out not long after he'd unpack them. Street lights quit whenever Stan was near, and touch lamps would continually turn off and on in response to his close proximity.
Most troubling, though, was the way birds were suddenly attracted to Romanek. The effect escalated to detrimental proportions, when dozens of fowl flew into the windshield of his van one day in an apparent mass suicide.
UFOs began targeting Stan in a sort of hide-and-seek. Such was the case on a return road trip from Pennsylvania, when an inexplicable, airborne craft trailed Romanek and his two passengers. This peculiar, metallic disc hid itself behind clouds whenever the trio attempted to photograph it.
On the evening of September 20, 2001, Stan would allegedly be the target of an extraterrestrial abduction. After he and others witnessed a 30 foot, crimson globule above his place of work, Romanek headed for the shelter of home. Little did he know, he'd soon encounter three humanoid creatures on his apartment's front stoop. Enormous eyes and nearly nonexistent mouths forewarned Stan he was face-to-face with a species not of this Earth. What's more, the frightened man would be unable to overpower the entities, who had intentions of seizing him.
From that point on, Romanek recalls awakening in bed, lamenting over the most bizarre dream he's ever had. Divots in his back, and torn skin on his wrists seemed to support Stan's belief that something nefarious occurred the previous evening. Even so, details of what transpired eluded him.
Intrigued by Stan's affirmations, Fox News interviewed the Denver resident. For some unknown reason, the segment didn't air until eight months later. Suspiciously, a monumental blackout — affecting 20,000 Colorado homes — occurred the moment the program was scheduled to broadcast. Electricity was restored one hour later, precisely when Romanek's interview ended.
And then came the hypnotic regression revealing the details of Stan's abduction. The troubled man remembered a luminescent room in which he found himself adhered to a wall by some invisible force. His surroundings were apparently manufactured for creatures smaller than humans.
The same beings who had initially assaulted Stan on his balcony now came into view. Romanek felt his captives remove several hunks of flesh from his lower back, before he was rendered unconscious. When he awakened, the apparent female of the group was cleansing his wounds.
Stan began a telepathic discourse with his seemingly sympathetic captor, inquiring as to where the creatures originated from, and what their intentions were. The being answered Romanek's queries with cryptic symbols.
Eventually, she revealed that, "Something significant [was] about to happen." With that, the creature stared intently into Stan's eyes, and his thoughts were inundated by visions of catastrophes to humanity. The images were so intense, they caused Romanek’s knees to buckle, as he collapsed to the floor.
The exhausted man's response was, "Is this what's going to happen? Is this what you're showing me?"
Stan would later be informed by those incarcerating him the cataclysmic events were possible outcomes for humankind, should the current situation on Earth continue.
During Romanek's initial regression, he began drawing what later became an extensive series of mathematical equations, which could only be understood by astronomers, cosmologists, mathematicians and physicists. These formulas were always conceived while Stan was either hypnotized, with his eyes closed; or asleep, in complete darkness.
Romanek's enigmatic representations were determined to be physics regarding planetary alignments, space travel and wormholes. Stan's nocturnal scribblings also yielded reproductions of the Drake Equation — used to ascertain the number of species within our galaxy that could possess advanced intellects. The fact that Stan maintained a sixth grade proficiency in mathematics made his formulas that much more astounding.
Spook lights — in the form of red orbs — often followed Stan and his family. Able to traverse solid walls, these conundrums destroyed electronics, searing through plastic and metal.
In June, 2002, Stan's wife Lisa was the recipient of a disturbing, anonymous E-mail, which read:
This is regarding Stan Romanek. I understand this might be a little hard for you to accept but it's all real. As you know by now this UFO case is very important, but what you don't know is how important! It seems that the people upstairs are making a statement and Mr. Romanek is the conduit. I, for one, would like to see this happen. But there are those in the organization I work for who do not. In fact, the reason for this contact is so that you know that Stan is in danger! I have tried to contact Mr. Romanek, but Stan is stubborn, and I am sure he believes these warnings to be a hoax.
Unfortunately, time is running out. It has taken a lot of work, but I have managed to keep your location out of the picture...I have contacted others in MUFON [Mutual UFO Network] who have been working closely with Stan. I hope you don't take this lightly; there is a lot at stake here!
On more than one occasion, when some of the Romanek family's point-and-shoot cameras went missing, they reappeared with mysterious photographs of classic Grey aliens on them. The pictures seemed to suggest that extraterrestrials using the devices had inadvertently taken their own self-portraits, whilst fumbling with the machines.
After hearing unexplained sounds on their outdoor deck, Stan and his wife ventured into the backyard, only to discover their lawn furniture scattered about. Such would be the case for two consecutive evenings, until the chairs in question inexplicably ended up in a precise configuration on the roof.
Resultant of these incidents, Romanek took random photos into the blackness engulfing his yard. His efforts were rewarded when he examined the pictures and discovered the face of a Grey alien peering back at him from between the deck’s railing slats. Although Stan hadn't observed the enigmatic presence as he was taking the photographs, the creature appeared to have been mere feet away from him in the darkness.
Any summary of Romanek's occurrences would be remiss without mention of Audrey — a foreboding, electronic voice who made her presence known via telephone. On July 25, 2004, Clay Roberts — one of Stan's friends — found the following message from this computerized enigma on his voice mail:
Hello, Clay. I apologize for being so forward. It did not take us long to get your phone number. Our surveillance is mostly for passive monitoring, but it does come in handy. I cannot tell you who I am for safety reasons, but I can tell you that your perceptions of Stan Romanek and his experiences are real. And yes, there is a connection with Stan's family and the military, but it is anyone's guess what the visitors do with Stan. What is important is why they chose him. As you have probably noticed, Stan is slightly different. The way he thinks...the way he perceives the world seems to be a little more advanced than usual. His non-verbal communication and abstract thinking skills are off the map. So yes, he is slightly different. The interesting thing is that Stan has no idea who he really is. We believe the visitors are going to make a statement and it will be interesting to see what part Stan will have as this unfolds. There are a few of us in high positions that are tired of the lies. We look to the day when everything will be revealed, knowing it will be enlightening for all, but there are those in specific agencies that would disagree, and for many reasons, most of which has to do with ego and power, and they are getting aggressive because they are scared of the inevitable […] If anything "funny" were to happen, it would look suspicious…and they do not want to draw attention to themselves...Stan is doing all the right things, but he needs support. Stay focused on your goal, but keep an eye out without overly exciting Stan and Lisa. They have a lot to deal with as it is. This has taken a great deal of effort, contacting you, so please watch what you say and who you say it to. The immediate people involved in this case are okay. But some of Stan and Lisa's friends are not who they seem.
To this day, Stan, Lisa and Clay purport to being baffled by the origin of the correspondence, although they have determined the voice was produced via a retail computer program known as Audrey. Hence, the moniker.
To properly document the ongoing, anomalous activity Stan professes to encounter would require an entire book. Fortunately, such a publication exists. Get your grubby, little hands on a copy of Messages: The World's Most Documented Extraterrestrial Story, by Stan, himself.
Via www.youtube.com, view some of the purported otherworldly footage Mr. Romanek has shot. Watch Stan's 20/20 interviews, or analyze his appearance on Larry King Live, and draw your own conclusions.
Stan and his family currently reside in Denver, Colorado.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
Romanek, Stan; Danelek, J. Allen. (2009). Messages: The World's Most Documented Extraterrestrial Contact Story. Llewellyn Publications. ISBN: 0738715263
Online Movies:
Stan Romanek Alien Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Snck4fMP_A
Online Sources:
Man Claims Aliens Send Him Messages:
http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=8347902
[…] I looked out the window and saw this bright light. It was zigzagging around. I went up to the pilot and asked him if he had ever seen anything like that. He was shocked and said he hadn’t […] We followed it to Bakersfield, and all of a sudden to our utter amazement it went straight up into the heavens. When I got off the plane I told Nancy about it. *
— then-Governor of California, and later-40th President of the United States, Ronald Reagan
* Governor Ronald Reagan:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
The extraterrestrial peered through the window.
Stan trembled as he watched the videotape replay. "Could this really be happening?" the Denver native’s mind raced. An alien peeking into his house wasn't typical evening entertainment.
The pane through which the creature had been leering was on the second floor. Romanek knew there wasn't anything between the lawn outside and the sill; no place for this being to find footing.
This wasn't the first time Stan had captured an E.T. on camera. In fact, he had been playing cat-and-mouse not only with anthropomorphic entities, but also Men in Black, mysterious balls of light, unmarked helicopters, ominous phone voices and UFOs since 2000.
And how could he forget the abductions? Surreal episodes from which he awoke to find himself locked outside his home, sporting a bloody nose and fresh wounds.
Romanek didn't even believe in this stuff. Wasn't it four years ago he was poking fun at those who expressed an interest in the paranormal?
Through his video camera's viewfinder, the frazzled man watched a creature that couldn't have been from Earth duck below the window.
"Why would something so intelligent traverse vast expanses to spy on me?" Stan pondered.
Little did Romanek realize, the footage he shot that evening would be a source of ridicule from skeptics, as well as ufologists. In 2008, Stan would release the video, which he believed was evidence of exoplanetary life. Even though the raw footage had been verified by experts as having not been tampered with, in the eyes of many, it was a hoax.
Stan conceded it was possible some esoteric faction may have been playing tricks on him, but then the question arose, "Why would an arcane force go to such great lengths to alter one ordinary man's life?"
Born in 1962 in Denver, Colorado, Stan Romanek was the son of an Air Force officer. As a result, Stan and his family relocated on a regular basis.
When only four years old, and living in Northwood, Colorado, Romanek recalled his older brother Jimmy witnessing an enigmatic craft hovering over the town's water tower. Upon returning from work that evening, Stan's father corroborated his son's claims by asserting he, too, had observed the aerial anomaly.
Since the incident hadn't involved Stan, he'd forgotten it. Until recently, Romanek also failed to recall childhood episodes in which he was visited by a woman with uncommonly large eyes, who spoke without opening her mouth.
It hadn't been until 2000 that Stan began experiencing the paranormal once more. Whilst videotaping Colorado's Red Rocks Park, Romanek observed an aerial craft comprised of numerous rotating spheres, keeping pace with his van. As he attempted to photograph the conundrum, the vessel vanished into the heavens, resulting in a small sonic boom.
Shortly afterwards, twin F-16s appeared out of nowhere, racing after the enigmatic vehicle.
As with numerous encounters, Romanek wasn't the sole witness to this event. In fact, other observers that day attested to seeing the same craft.
It was about this time Stan professed to hearing bizarre clicks when speaking on his home phone.
Perturbed, Romanek called his telecommunications company, who subsequently discovered a bugging device on the line in question.
Shortly, thereafter, while in line at a restaurant, Stan found himself approached by a gaunt stranger in business attire, who whispered in passing, "It's not over yet."
Electronic devices began inexplicably failing when in Romanek's presence. Within a year, he went through nearly 10 home computers, as the machines shorted out not long after he'd unpack them. Street lights quit whenever Stan was near, and touch lamps would continually turn off and on in response to his close proximity.
Most troubling, though, was the way birds were suddenly attracted to Romanek. The effect escalated to detrimental proportions, when dozens of fowl flew into the windshield of his van one day in an apparent mass suicide.
UFOs began targeting Stan in a sort of hide-and-seek. Such was the case on a return road trip from Pennsylvania, when an inexplicable, airborne craft trailed Romanek and his two passengers. This peculiar, metallic disc hid itself behind clouds whenever the trio attempted to photograph it.
On the evening of September 20, 2001, Stan would allegedly be the target of an extraterrestrial abduction. After he and others witnessed a 30 foot, crimson globule above his place of work, Romanek headed for the shelter of home. Little did he know, he'd soon encounter three humanoid creatures on his apartment's front stoop. Enormous eyes and nearly nonexistent mouths forewarned Stan he was face-to-face with a species not of this Earth. What's more, the frightened man would be unable to overpower the entities, who had intentions of seizing him.
From that point on, Romanek recalls awakening in bed, lamenting over the most bizarre dream he's ever had. Divots in his back, and torn skin on his wrists seemed to support Stan's belief that something nefarious occurred the previous evening. Even so, details of what transpired eluded him.
Intrigued by Stan's affirmations, Fox News interviewed the Denver resident. For some unknown reason, the segment didn't air until eight months later. Suspiciously, a monumental blackout — affecting 20,000 Colorado homes — occurred the moment the program was scheduled to broadcast. Electricity was restored one hour later, precisely when Romanek's interview ended.
And then came the hypnotic regression revealing the details of Stan's abduction. The troubled man remembered a luminescent room in which he found himself adhered to a wall by some invisible force. His surroundings were apparently manufactured for creatures smaller than humans.
The same beings who had initially assaulted Stan on his balcony now came into view. Romanek felt his captives remove several hunks of flesh from his lower back, before he was rendered unconscious. When he awakened, the apparent female of the group was cleansing his wounds.
Stan began a telepathic discourse with his seemingly sympathetic captor, inquiring as to where the creatures originated from, and what their intentions were. The being answered Romanek's queries with cryptic symbols.
Eventually, she revealed that, "Something significant [was] about to happen." With that, the creature stared intently into Stan's eyes, and his thoughts were inundated by visions of catastrophes to humanity. The images were so intense, they caused Romanek’s knees to buckle, as he collapsed to the floor.
The exhausted man's response was, "Is this what's going to happen? Is this what you're showing me?"
Stan would later be informed by those incarcerating him the cataclysmic events were possible outcomes for humankind, should the current situation on Earth continue.
During Romanek's initial regression, he began drawing what later became an extensive series of mathematical equations, which could only be understood by astronomers, cosmologists, mathematicians and physicists. These formulas were always conceived while Stan was either hypnotized, with his eyes closed; or asleep, in complete darkness.
Romanek's enigmatic representations were determined to be physics regarding planetary alignments, space travel and wormholes. Stan's nocturnal scribblings also yielded reproductions of the Drake Equation — used to ascertain the number of species within our galaxy that could possess advanced intellects. The fact that Stan maintained a sixth grade proficiency in mathematics made his formulas that much more astounding.
Spook lights — in the form of red orbs — often followed Stan and his family. Able to traverse solid walls, these conundrums destroyed electronics, searing through plastic and metal.
In June, 2002, Stan's wife Lisa was the recipient of a disturbing, anonymous E-mail, which read:
This is regarding Stan Romanek. I understand this might be a little hard for you to accept but it's all real. As you know by now this UFO case is very important, but what you don't know is how important! It seems that the people upstairs are making a statement and Mr. Romanek is the conduit. I, for one, would like to see this happen. But there are those in the organization I work for who do not. In fact, the reason for this contact is so that you know that Stan is in danger! I have tried to contact Mr. Romanek, but Stan is stubborn, and I am sure he believes these warnings to be a hoax.
Unfortunately, time is running out. It has taken a lot of work, but I have managed to keep your location out of the picture...I have contacted others in MUFON [Mutual UFO Network] who have been working closely with Stan. I hope you don't take this lightly; there is a lot at stake here!
On more than one occasion, when some of the Romanek family's point-and-shoot cameras went missing, they reappeared with mysterious photographs of classic Grey aliens on them. The pictures seemed to suggest that extraterrestrials using the devices had inadvertently taken their own self-portraits, whilst fumbling with the machines.
After hearing unexplained sounds on their outdoor deck, Stan and his wife ventured into the backyard, only to discover their lawn furniture scattered about. Such would be the case for two consecutive evenings, until the chairs in question inexplicably ended up in a precise configuration on the roof.
Resultant of these incidents, Romanek took random photos into the blackness engulfing his yard. His efforts were rewarded when he examined the pictures and discovered the face of a Grey alien peering back at him from between the deck’s railing slats. Although Stan hadn't observed the enigmatic presence as he was taking the photographs, the creature appeared to have been mere feet away from him in the darkness.
Any summary of Romanek's occurrences would be remiss without mention of Audrey — a foreboding, electronic voice who made her presence known via telephone. On July 25, 2004, Clay Roberts — one of Stan's friends — found the following message from this computerized enigma on his voice mail:
Hello, Clay. I apologize for being so forward. It did not take us long to get your phone number. Our surveillance is mostly for passive monitoring, but it does come in handy. I cannot tell you who I am for safety reasons, but I can tell you that your perceptions of Stan Romanek and his experiences are real. And yes, there is a connection with Stan's family and the military, but it is anyone's guess what the visitors do with Stan. What is important is why they chose him. As you have probably noticed, Stan is slightly different. The way he thinks...the way he perceives the world seems to be a little more advanced than usual. His non-verbal communication and abstract thinking skills are off the map. So yes, he is slightly different. The interesting thing is that Stan has no idea who he really is. We believe the visitors are going to make a statement and it will be interesting to see what part Stan will have as this unfolds. There are a few of us in high positions that are tired of the lies. We look to the day when everything will be revealed, knowing it will be enlightening for all, but there are those in specific agencies that would disagree, and for many reasons, most of which has to do with ego and power, and they are getting aggressive because they are scared of the inevitable […] If anything "funny" were to happen, it would look suspicious…and they do not want to draw attention to themselves...Stan is doing all the right things, but he needs support. Stay focused on your goal, but keep an eye out without overly exciting Stan and Lisa. They have a lot to deal with as it is. This has taken a great deal of effort, contacting you, so please watch what you say and who you say it to. The immediate people involved in this case are okay. But some of Stan and Lisa's friends are not who they seem.
To this day, Stan, Lisa and Clay purport to being baffled by the origin of the correspondence, although they have determined the voice was produced via a retail computer program known as Audrey. Hence, the moniker.
To properly document the ongoing, anomalous activity Stan professes to encounter would require an entire book. Fortunately, such a publication exists. Get your grubby, little hands on a copy of Messages: The World's Most Documented Extraterrestrial Story, by Stan, himself.
Via www.youtube.com, view some of the purported otherworldly footage Mr. Romanek has shot. Watch Stan's 20/20 interviews, or analyze his appearance on Larry King Live, and draw your own conclusions.
Stan and his family currently reside in Denver, Colorado.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
Romanek, Stan; Danelek, J. Allen. (2009). Messages: The World's Most Documented Extraterrestrial Contact Story. Llewellyn Publications. ISBN: 0738715263
Online Movies:
Stan Romanek Alien Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Snck4fMP_A
Online Sources:
Man Claims Aliens Send Him Messages:
http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=8347902
KILLER TROLLS FROM HELL, ETC. (MASSACHUSETTS)
Six hours ago you were the happiest person alive. Now, staring over Assonet Ledge, you find yourself peering into the gaping maw of Hades.
The mysterious lights that lead you here engulf your shivering frame like a blanket of stars. Gazing at the shear cliff beneath your feet, you realize you're inches from death. The water below isn't visible from this height, but you've heard the stories. Temperatures so extreme divers have yet to determine how deep the river runs at this point.
You realize the authorities may never find your cadaver. You recall the campfire yarns spun about countless corpses lost beneath the depths. You kick at the loose rock beneath your frayed tennis shoes. The ledge begins to give way. "Is this how they all died?" you wonder.
Wasn't it just this morning your boyfriend proposed to you? How could you possibly be contemplating suicide?
And that's when you catch sight of her, off to your left. "But she's only a character from a ghost story, right?" you question your sanity.
Turning, you realize the pitch black, female silhouette standing beside you is more real than anything you've ever known. The Lady of the Ledge gazes back at you.
If you were cut, you'd bleed liquid nitrogen. Since she has no face, you can't be certain, but you surmise she's smiling as she leaps to her death.
You're 28 years old, and six months from becoming a CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation. How is any of this even possible?
You step out over the cliff. Before beginning your free fall, you glance back at the ridge behind you. The strange, swirling lights have been replaced by miniature people. As you ascend into the abyss, you recall being told about Pukwudgies as a child. Trolls, weren't they?
Before you have time to recollect, you're saturated in inky blackness, and what feels like liquid ice, as you take your final breath on Earth.
Most paranormal locations are renowned for a single type of supernatural conundrum. Haunted venues are inhabited by spirits; UFO flaps delineate locales rich with aerial anomalies. Hotspots of High Strangeness, however, are environs in which both these enigmas, and countless more, may be present on a regular basis.
Similar to the Skinwalker Ranch in northeastern Utah, the Bridgewater Triangle is a region in which a variety of unexplained phenomena are allegedly experienced.
The Triangle encompasses 200 square miles, designated at its points by the hamlets of Abington, Freetown and Rehoboth. It's no wonder the infamous Hockomock, or Devil's Swamp — a marshy area known for its supernatural activity — resides at the heart of this region.
Over the years, the Triangle has been recognized for its bizarre troll encounters, cattle mutilations, cryptozoological creatures, ghostly haunts, prodigious dog attacks, meteorological curiosities and UFO sightings.
The Bridgewater — like the Skinwalker Ranch — is theorized to be a possible portal between dimensions. Inexplicable spacecraft have been witnessed above this region since the mid-1700s.
To this day, spook lights are purportedly observed bounding down Elm Street in the town of Bridgewater, near Rehoboth Cemetery and alongside the Raynham Dog track.
Home to numerous Native American burial sites, the Triangle is often considered blighted soil. Freetown is said to be cursed by the Wampanoag tribe, from whom colonialists duplicitously purchased the land in 1659. The Freetown-Fall River State Forest, in particular, is noted for its violent history, which includes an abnormally high suicide rate, ritualistic animal sacrifice and Satanic-based homicides.
To this day, local authorities continue to investigate mysterious cattle mutilations in the area. Freetown law enforcement also discovered a subterranean bunker within city limits, that housed diminutive chairs — complete with restraints — surmised to have been intended for children.
Within the Bridgewater Triangle resides Dighton Rock — a 40 ton, granite boulder initially located in the Taunton River. The slab has since been transposed to the Dighton Rock Museum, in Berkeley, Massachusetts. According to scholars, this enigmatic crag contains mysterious pre-Columbian inscriptions. The anomalous markings lining the 11 foot long stone continue to baffle scientists.
Since 1677, scholars have unsuccessfully endeavored to decode the rock's petroglyphs, which include carvings of "human heads and bodies, crosses, misshapen letters, broken lines, and other singular forms." The only thing experts seem certain of is that the inscriptions span thousands of years in their making. What's more, some theorize a number of the markings on the artifact may be of extraterrestrial design.
Between the '70s and '80s, Hockomock Swamp fell victim to a rash of encounters with a beast known as the Hockomock Swamp Creature. The monster was apparently the Bridgewater Triangle's version of Bigfoot. One witness asserted the being in question was observed lifting the rear of a local police vehicle.
Men in Black — anthropomorphous entities outfitted in dark attire, and sporting warped facial features — have also been encountered roaming the Triangle.
Pterodactyl-type beasts — with wingspans up to 12 feet — are periodically reported circling the skies above Hockomock Swamp. One such recounting was, in fact, logged by a local police sergeant.
The anomalies allegedly inherent to the Bridgewater Triangle far extend the limits of this chapter.
Suffice it to say the 200 square miles between the towns of Abington, Freetown and Rehoboth may be one of the most mysterious and unusual places on the planet.
Since this particular Hotspot of High Strangeness is so vast, it can be reached via any number of highway conduits. Located in southeastern Massachusetts, the Bridgewater Triangle not only encompasses the towns of Abington, Freetown and Rehoboth, but also the cities of Berkeley, Bridgewater, Dighton, Easton, Lakeville, Middleboro, Norton, Raynham, Seekonk, Taunton and West Bridgewater.
Sources:
Books:
Balzano, Christopher. (2008). Ghosts of the Bridgewater Triangle. Schiffer Publishing Ltd. ISBN: 764330063
Belanger, Jeff. (2008). Weird Massachusetts: Your Travel Guide to Massachusetts' Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 36–37, 51, 78–82, 96–97, 162, 168. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 140275437X
Coleman, Loren. (2001, 2007). Mysterious America: The Ultimate Guide to the Nation's Weirdest Wonders, Strangest Spots, and Creepiest Creatures. pp. 29, 33–40. ISBN: 1416527362
Revai, Cheri. (2005). Haunted Massachusetts: Ghosts and Strange Phenomena of the Bay State. Stackpole Books. pp. 83–93. ISBN: 0811732215
Online Sources:
Abington, Massachusetts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abington,_Massachusetts
Dighton Rock:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dighton_Rock
Freetown, Massacusetts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freetown,_Massachusetts
King Philip's War:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Philip%27s_War
Rehoboth, Massachusetts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rehoboth,_Massachusetts
The Bridgewater Triangle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Triangle
Six hours ago you were the happiest person alive. Now, staring over Assonet Ledge, you find yourself peering into the gaping maw of Hades.
The mysterious lights that lead you here engulf your shivering frame like a blanket of stars. Gazing at the shear cliff beneath your feet, you realize you're inches from death. The water below isn't visible from this height, but you've heard the stories. Temperatures so extreme divers have yet to determine how deep the river runs at this point.
You realize the authorities may never find your cadaver. You recall the campfire yarns spun about countless corpses lost beneath the depths. You kick at the loose rock beneath your frayed tennis shoes. The ledge begins to give way. "Is this how they all died?" you wonder.
Wasn't it just this morning your boyfriend proposed to you? How could you possibly be contemplating suicide?
And that's when you catch sight of her, off to your left. "But she's only a character from a ghost story, right?" you question your sanity.
Turning, you realize the pitch black, female silhouette standing beside you is more real than anything you've ever known. The Lady of the Ledge gazes back at you.
If you were cut, you'd bleed liquid nitrogen. Since she has no face, you can't be certain, but you surmise she's smiling as she leaps to her death.
You're 28 years old, and six months from becoming a CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation. How is any of this even possible?
You step out over the cliff. Before beginning your free fall, you glance back at the ridge behind you. The strange, swirling lights have been replaced by miniature people. As you ascend into the abyss, you recall being told about Pukwudgies as a child. Trolls, weren't they?
Before you have time to recollect, you're saturated in inky blackness, and what feels like liquid ice, as you take your final breath on Earth.
Most paranormal locations are renowned for a single type of supernatural conundrum. Haunted venues are inhabited by spirits; UFO flaps delineate locales rich with aerial anomalies. Hotspots of High Strangeness, however, are environs in which both these enigmas, and countless more, may be present on a regular basis.
Similar to the Skinwalker Ranch in northeastern Utah, the Bridgewater Triangle is a region in which a variety of unexplained phenomena are allegedly experienced.
The Triangle encompasses 200 square miles, designated at its points by the hamlets of Abington, Freetown and Rehoboth. It's no wonder the infamous Hockomock, or Devil's Swamp — a marshy area known for its supernatural activity — resides at the heart of this region.
Over the years, the Triangle has been recognized for its bizarre troll encounters, cattle mutilations, cryptozoological creatures, ghostly haunts, prodigious dog attacks, meteorological curiosities and UFO sightings.
The Bridgewater — like the Skinwalker Ranch — is theorized to be a possible portal between dimensions. Inexplicable spacecraft have been witnessed above this region since the mid-1700s.
To this day, spook lights are purportedly observed bounding down Elm Street in the town of Bridgewater, near Rehoboth Cemetery and alongside the Raynham Dog track.
Home to numerous Native American burial sites, the Triangle is often considered blighted soil. Freetown is said to be cursed by the Wampanoag tribe, from whom colonialists duplicitously purchased the land in 1659. The Freetown-Fall River State Forest, in particular, is noted for its violent history, which includes an abnormally high suicide rate, ritualistic animal sacrifice and Satanic-based homicides.
To this day, local authorities continue to investigate mysterious cattle mutilations in the area. Freetown law enforcement also discovered a subterranean bunker within city limits, that housed diminutive chairs — complete with restraints — surmised to have been intended for children.
Within the Bridgewater Triangle resides Dighton Rock — a 40 ton, granite boulder initially located in the Taunton River. The slab has since been transposed to the Dighton Rock Museum, in Berkeley, Massachusetts. According to scholars, this enigmatic crag contains mysterious pre-Columbian inscriptions. The anomalous markings lining the 11 foot long stone continue to baffle scientists.
Since 1677, scholars have unsuccessfully endeavored to decode the rock's petroglyphs, which include carvings of "human heads and bodies, crosses, misshapen letters, broken lines, and other singular forms." The only thing experts seem certain of is that the inscriptions span thousands of years in their making. What's more, some theorize a number of the markings on the artifact may be of extraterrestrial design.
Between the '70s and '80s, Hockomock Swamp fell victim to a rash of encounters with a beast known as the Hockomock Swamp Creature. The monster was apparently the Bridgewater Triangle's version of Bigfoot. One witness asserted the being in question was observed lifting the rear of a local police vehicle.
Men in Black — anthropomorphous entities outfitted in dark attire, and sporting warped facial features — have also been encountered roaming the Triangle.
Pterodactyl-type beasts — with wingspans up to 12 feet — are periodically reported circling the skies above Hockomock Swamp. One such recounting was, in fact, logged by a local police sergeant.
The anomalies allegedly inherent to the Bridgewater Triangle far extend the limits of this chapter.
Suffice it to say the 200 square miles between the towns of Abington, Freetown and Rehoboth may be one of the most mysterious and unusual places on the planet.
Since this particular Hotspot of High Strangeness is so vast, it can be reached via any number of highway conduits. Located in southeastern Massachusetts, the Bridgewater Triangle not only encompasses the towns of Abington, Freetown and Rehoboth, but also the cities of Berkeley, Bridgewater, Dighton, Easton, Lakeville, Middleboro, Norton, Raynham, Seekonk, Taunton and West Bridgewater.
Sources:
Books:
Balzano, Christopher. (2008). Ghosts of the Bridgewater Triangle. Schiffer Publishing Ltd. ISBN: 764330063
Belanger, Jeff. (2008). Weird Massachusetts: Your Travel Guide to Massachusetts' Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 36–37, 51, 78–82, 96–97, 162, 168. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 140275437X
Coleman, Loren. (2001, 2007). Mysterious America: The Ultimate Guide to the Nation's Weirdest Wonders, Strangest Spots, and Creepiest Creatures. pp. 29, 33–40. ISBN: 1416527362
Revai, Cheri. (2005). Haunted Massachusetts: Ghosts and Strange Phenomena of the Bay State. Stackpole Books. pp. 83–93. ISBN: 0811732215
Online Sources:
Abington, Massachusetts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abington,_Massachusetts
Dighton Rock:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dighton_Rock
Freetown, Massacusetts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freetown,_Massachusetts
King Philip's War:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Philip%27s_War
Rehoboth, Massachusetts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rehoboth,_Massachusetts
The Bridgewater Triangle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Triangle
A BLACK MAILBOX ON THE E.T. HIGHWAY (NEVADA)
I'm a pilot and I know just about every machine that flies. It was bigger than anything that I've ever seen. It remains a great mystery. Other people saw it, responsible people. I don't know why people would ridicule it. *
— former Arizona Governor, Fife Symington III
* Governor Fife Symington III:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fife_Symington_III#UFO_sighting
What do dead cows, a lack of radio stations and an absence of telephone poles have in common?
These disparate elements can all be found near Area 51 — perhaps the most Top Secret military installation in the world.
During my travels, I learned the deceased bovine I passed along the state-named Extraterrestrial Highway was resultant of a free-roaming policy, an 18 wheeler and its groggy operator.
A high speed chase emanating from the above facility — involving a red Hummer and white Bronco — piqued my interest. A photo I shot of an anomalous, aerial craft during my desert sojourn, keeps me pondering to this day. Three mini-tornadoes simultaneously skipping across arid caliche only intensified my experience. For a nonexistent location in the middle of nowhere, there sure is a lot goin' on near Dreamland; a.k.a. Area 51.
On the itinerary of any serious Groom Lake investigator is the renowned black mailbox. Now beige, this postal drop demarcates a spot where UFO enthusiasts, at one point, gathered nightly, searching the skies over Area 51 for enigmatic activity. Located along Route 375 — between mile markers 29 and 30 — the original mailbox was supplanted with a contemporary version for practical reasons.
Contrary to misconception, the letter receptacle is not the property of Area 51, but rather belongs to Steve Medlin — the sole ranch owner in Tikaboo Valley. Prior to changing out the old mailbox, our herdsman friend often discovered tourists rifling through his correspondences, hunting for Top Secret documents. Steve's letters frequently came delivered sporting fresh bullet holes. The latest version of the famed mailbox is impervious to gunfire, complete with a lock to deter the curious. The original black letter drop was auctioned off for $1,000 in '96 to a UFO fanatic.
A dirt thoroughfare leading south from the landmark is aptly named Mailbox Road, and intersects after five miles with Groom Lake Road, which leads to the fabled base.
Area 51 was the testing facility for the U-2 spy plane, the SR-71 Blackbird, the F-117 Nighthawk, the Bird of Prey and perhaps even Bruce Willis' latest hairpiece. It's been surmised Dreamland is also responsible for the development of a Top Secret aircraft known as the Aurora — which allegedly reaches velocities five times the speed of sound.
According to tale, the skies above Area 51 were so filled with inexplicable craft during the late '80s and early '90s, that UFO hunters were able to view spectacular atmospheric shows, nightly, from the black mailbox.
This region became popular after Robert "Bob" Lazar — an alleged physicist — claimed to have been contracted out by the government to reverse engineer extraterrestrial spacecraft. According to Lazar, during his stint at S-4 — a site adjacent Area 51 — he’d witnessed alien vessels in flight. In addition, Robert attested to encountering an extraterrestrial entity at the base. Whether or not Bob's assertions are valid remains a hot topic amongst ufologists. Whatever the case, Lazar’s declarations drew UFO hunters to the black mailbox like Oprah to Twinkies.
The level land around the postal drop is advantageous for sky watching. During summer months, especially on weekends, one may still encounter UFO seekers there, scanning the heavens.
Should you tire of losing your paycheck on progressive slots, and hanker to witness unidentified flying objects, point your car north on Interstate 15. Veer left on Highway 93, and continue until you reach Highway 375. From there, travel northwest. Skip those two-for-one margaritas on the Strip because you've got 120 miles of desolate asphalt ahead of you. Keep an eye out for free-roaming cattle, as these livestock may outweigh your car, and can often be found crossing the two-laner in the middle of nowhere.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 22–23, 188, 208–209. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
Oesterle, Joe; Cridland, Tim. (2007). Weird Las Vegas and Nevada: Your Alternative Travel Guide to Sin City and the Silver State. p. 173. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739400
Movies:
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes, James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN: 1-4229-3099-8
Southern Haunts: Ghosts of the Low Country. Dir. Zac Adams. Perfs. Charlie Chase. Prod. Zac Adams, BJ Brown. DVD, 2007
Online Movies:
Bird of Prey:
http://www.history.com/shows/ufo-hunters/videos/bird-prey#bird-prey
Online Sources:
Area 51:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Area_51
Bob Lazar:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Lazar
Nevada State Route 375:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_State_Route_375
I'm a pilot and I know just about every machine that flies. It was bigger than anything that I've ever seen. It remains a great mystery. Other people saw it, responsible people. I don't know why people would ridicule it. *
— former Arizona Governor, Fife Symington III
* Governor Fife Symington III:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fife_Symington_III#UFO_sighting
What do dead cows, a lack of radio stations and an absence of telephone poles have in common?
These disparate elements can all be found near Area 51 — perhaps the most Top Secret military installation in the world.
During my travels, I learned the deceased bovine I passed along the state-named Extraterrestrial Highway was resultant of a free-roaming policy, an 18 wheeler and its groggy operator.
A high speed chase emanating from the above facility — involving a red Hummer and white Bronco — piqued my interest. A photo I shot of an anomalous, aerial craft during my desert sojourn, keeps me pondering to this day. Three mini-tornadoes simultaneously skipping across arid caliche only intensified my experience. For a nonexistent location in the middle of nowhere, there sure is a lot goin' on near Dreamland; a.k.a. Area 51.
On the itinerary of any serious Groom Lake investigator is the renowned black mailbox. Now beige, this postal drop demarcates a spot where UFO enthusiasts, at one point, gathered nightly, searching the skies over Area 51 for enigmatic activity. Located along Route 375 — between mile markers 29 and 30 — the original mailbox was supplanted with a contemporary version for practical reasons.
Contrary to misconception, the letter receptacle is not the property of Area 51, but rather belongs to Steve Medlin — the sole ranch owner in Tikaboo Valley. Prior to changing out the old mailbox, our herdsman friend often discovered tourists rifling through his correspondences, hunting for Top Secret documents. Steve's letters frequently came delivered sporting fresh bullet holes. The latest version of the famed mailbox is impervious to gunfire, complete with a lock to deter the curious. The original black letter drop was auctioned off for $1,000 in '96 to a UFO fanatic.
A dirt thoroughfare leading south from the landmark is aptly named Mailbox Road, and intersects after five miles with Groom Lake Road, which leads to the fabled base.
Area 51 was the testing facility for the U-2 spy plane, the SR-71 Blackbird, the F-117 Nighthawk, the Bird of Prey and perhaps even Bruce Willis' latest hairpiece. It's been surmised Dreamland is also responsible for the development of a Top Secret aircraft known as the Aurora — which allegedly reaches velocities five times the speed of sound.
According to tale, the skies above Area 51 were so filled with inexplicable craft during the late '80s and early '90s, that UFO hunters were able to view spectacular atmospheric shows, nightly, from the black mailbox.
This region became popular after Robert "Bob" Lazar — an alleged physicist — claimed to have been contracted out by the government to reverse engineer extraterrestrial spacecraft. According to Lazar, during his stint at S-4 — a site adjacent Area 51 — he’d witnessed alien vessels in flight. In addition, Robert attested to encountering an extraterrestrial entity at the base. Whether or not Bob's assertions are valid remains a hot topic amongst ufologists. Whatever the case, Lazar’s declarations drew UFO hunters to the black mailbox like Oprah to Twinkies.
The level land around the postal drop is advantageous for sky watching. During summer months, especially on weekends, one may still encounter UFO seekers there, scanning the heavens.
Should you tire of losing your paycheck on progressive slots, and hanker to witness unidentified flying objects, point your car north on Interstate 15. Veer left on Highway 93, and continue until you reach Highway 375. From there, travel northwest. Skip those two-for-one margaritas on the Strip because you've got 120 miles of desolate asphalt ahead of you. Keep an eye out for free-roaming cattle, as these livestock may outweigh your car, and can often be found crossing the two-laner in the middle of nowhere.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 22–23, 188, 208–209. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
Oesterle, Joe; Cridland, Tim. (2007). Weird Las Vegas and Nevada: Your Alternative Travel Guide to Sin City and the Silver State. p. 173. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739400
Movies:
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes, James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN: 1-4229-3099-8
Southern Haunts: Ghosts of the Low Country. Dir. Zac Adams. Perfs. Charlie Chase. Prod. Zac Adams, BJ Brown. DVD, 2007
Online Movies:
Bird of Prey:
http://www.history.com/shows/ufo-hunters/videos/bird-prey#bird-prey
Online Sources:
Area 51:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Area_51
Bob Lazar:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Lazar
Nevada State Route 375:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_State_Route_375
THE DREAMY DRAW UFO CRASH (ARIZONA)
…there is a serious possibility that we are being visited — and have been visited for many years — by people from outer space, from other civilizations. *
— former Chief of Defense Staff for the UK, and former head of NATO's military committee, Admiral Lord Hill-Norton
* Admiral Lord Hill-Norton:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Hill-Norton
The dead bodies weren’t fitting inside the freezer. As Frank attempted to close the door of the appliance, an inert, four-fingered appendage kept the lid from sealing flush.
"Damn!" the geezer muttered, glancing around the rotting basement for an axe.
Was he gonna have to slice these bastards up like Teddy quarterin' meat down at the butcher shop? He couldn't do that, could he? After all, these were alien cadavers; men from Mars. Hackin' away at ‘em would be like cuttin' the head off Christ.
"What to do?" he pondered. He took another plug off the bottle of homemade Agave nectar.
The overhead lamp — the only source of light 15 feet below the Earth's surface — accentuated the pallid features of the interstellar travelers.
"Damn, they was creepy!" thought Frank. Almost looked like us, but those big, black eyes reminded him of an insect.
The cattleman timidly reached down. His palms quivered. Mind you, this was a man who wrestled live rattlesnakes. His trembling fingers gripped the frail wrist of the creature before him, snapping it like cracked wheat. Folding the hand back upon itself, he fit the appendage into the freezer. He felt sacrilegious doing so. Framed against the eerie setting, he closed the lid of the appliance on the most important discovery of humankind.
Most folks are aware of the legendary tale birthed outside Roswell, New Mexico, July of 1947. How is it, then, so little is known of a reported extraterrestrial spacecraft accident three months later?
October, 1947. Southern Arizona. Above an area currently known as the Dreamy Draw Dam, a craft of otherworldly origin allegedly hurtled to a violent death along a sand-strewn mesa. Most accounts assert the vessel came to rest at the base of Squaw Peak Mountain, adjacent downtown Phoenix.
A pair of dead alien beings — four and a half feet tall — were supposedly retrieved from the downed vehicle by a local individual, who ended up storing the corpses in his home freezer. Shortly, thereafter, a horde of Men in Black purportedly descended upon the scene, and confiscated the bodies.
According to legend, the spacecraft was camouflaged beneath an urban sprawl now known as the Dreamy Draw Dam. Already in possession of an alien craft from Roswell, the Army Corps of Engineers simply built an infrastructure over the space vessel, in order to hide their discovery.
Numerous locals claim the dam serves no practical purpose, as the region never accumulates enough moisture to warrant the need for a levee. Maps delineating the embankment's location are few and far between. Should one happen upon the structure, don't expect to find demarcations denoting the word "dam." There aren't any. The area is surrounded by No Trespassing signs, forewarning of heavy fines and incarceration to those opposing their cautionary notice.
Information regarding this alleged incident is more difficult to uncover than an intelligent statement in Paris Hilton's The Simple Life.
Stockpile this onto the fact the Dreamy Draw Dam is located just south of Highway 51, and you've got yourself a modern-day mystery.
Sources:
Books:
Randle, Kevin D. (2010). Crash: When UFOs Fall From the Sky: A History of Famous Incidents, Conspiracies, and Cover-Ups. pp. 107–108. New Page Books. ISBN: 1601631006
Treat, Wesley. (2007). Weird Arizona: Your Travel Guide to Arizona's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 69–71. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739389
Movies:
I Know What I Saw. Dir. James Fox. Exec. Prods. Pat and Tony Craddock, Mark Fraser, Jackie and Michael Gardner. Perfs. James Fox. DVD, 2009. ISBN: 1-4229-7473-1
Online Sources:
Admiral Lord Hill-Norton:
http://ufology.wikia.com/wiki/Lord_Hill-Norton
Does Phoenix Have It's Own Area 51?:
http://arizonaoddities.com/2009/11/does-phoenix-have-its-own-area-51/
Dreamy Draw, An Alien Landscape:
http://maccandace.wordpress.com/2009/06/09/dreamy-draw-an-alien-landscape/
Phoenix Mountains:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_Mountains
…there is a serious possibility that we are being visited — and have been visited for many years — by people from outer space, from other civilizations. *
— former Chief of Defense Staff for the UK, and former head of NATO's military committee, Admiral Lord Hill-Norton
* Admiral Lord Hill-Norton:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Hill-Norton
The dead bodies weren’t fitting inside the freezer. As Frank attempted to close the door of the appliance, an inert, four-fingered appendage kept the lid from sealing flush.
"Damn!" the geezer muttered, glancing around the rotting basement for an axe.
Was he gonna have to slice these bastards up like Teddy quarterin' meat down at the butcher shop? He couldn't do that, could he? After all, these were alien cadavers; men from Mars. Hackin' away at ‘em would be like cuttin' the head off Christ.
"What to do?" he pondered. He took another plug off the bottle of homemade Agave nectar.
The overhead lamp — the only source of light 15 feet below the Earth's surface — accentuated the pallid features of the interstellar travelers.
"Damn, they was creepy!" thought Frank. Almost looked like us, but those big, black eyes reminded him of an insect.
The cattleman timidly reached down. His palms quivered. Mind you, this was a man who wrestled live rattlesnakes. His trembling fingers gripped the frail wrist of the creature before him, snapping it like cracked wheat. Folding the hand back upon itself, he fit the appendage into the freezer. He felt sacrilegious doing so. Framed against the eerie setting, he closed the lid of the appliance on the most important discovery of humankind.
Most folks are aware of the legendary tale birthed outside Roswell, New Mexico, July of 1947. How is it, then, so little is known of a reported extraterrestrial spacecraft accident three months later?
October, 1947. Southern Arizona. Above an area currently known as the Dreamy Draw Dam, a craft of otherworldly origin allegedly hurtled to a violent death along a sand-strewn mesa. Most accounts assert the vessel came to rest at the base of Squaw Peak Mountain, adjacent downtown Phoenix.
A pair of dead alien beings — four and a half feet tall — were supposedly retrieved from the downed vehicle by a local individual, who ended up storing the corpses in his home freezer. Shortly, thereafter, a horde of Men in Black purportedly descended upon the scene, and confiscated the bodies.
According to legend, the spacecraft was camouflaged beneath an urban sprawl now known as the Dreamy Draw Dam. Already in possession of an alien craft from Roswell, the Army Corps of Engineers simply built an infrastructure over the space vessel, in order to hide their discovery.
Numerous locals claim the dam serves no practical purpose, as the region never accumulates enough moisture to warrant the need for a levee. Maps delineating the embankment's location are few and far between. Should one happen upon the structure, don't expect to find demarcations denoting the word "dam." There aren't any. The area is surrounded by No Trespassing signs, forewarning of heavy fines and incarceration to those opposing their cautionary notice.
Information regarding this alleged incident is more difficult to uncover than an intelligent statement in Paris Hilton's The Simple Life.
Stockpile this onto the fact the Dreamy Draw Dam is located just south of Highway 51, and you've got yourself a modern-day mystery.
Sources:
Books:
Randle, Kevin D. (2010). Crash: When UFOs Fall From the Sky: A History of Famous Incidents, Conspiracies, and Cover-Ups. pp. 107–108. New Page Books. ISBN: 1601631006
Treat, Wesley. (2007). Weird Arizona: Your Travel Guide to Arizona's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets. pp. 69–71. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739389
Movies:
I Know What I Saw. Dir. James Fox. Exec. Prods. Pat and Tony Craddock, Mark Fraser, Jackie and Michael Gardner. Perfs. James Fox. DVD, 2009. ISBN: 1-4229-7473-1
Online Sources:
Admiral Lord Hill-Norton:
http://ufology.wikia.com/wiki/Lord_Hill-Norton
Does Phoenix Have It's Own Area 51?:
http://arizonaoddities.com/2009/11/does-phoenix-have-its-own-area-51/
Dreamy Draw, An Alien Landscape:
http://maccandace.wordpress.com/2009/06/09/dreamy-draw-an-alien-landscape/
Phoenix Mountains:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_Mountains
BURIED TREASURE, MYSTERY AND MURDER (NEW MEXICO)
Sixteen thousand gold bars lit the dank cavern beneath Victorio Peak. As far as Doc Noss knew, this epitome of all mother lodes was his and Ova's, alone. And the gold was just the beginning. If you included the jewel-encrusted antiquities, priceless weaponry and religious heirlooms, Doc estimated the stockpile was worth somewhere around a billion dollars. Those were 1937 dollars, no less.
The only question was how to bring the cache of wealth to the surface. After all, the prospector had burrowed endlessly into the limestone crag in order to get to this point.
Life was funny. Ol' Doc Noss had been prospectin’ the better part of his days, never once hittin’ a vein anywhere near this magnitude. Then, one afternoon while scanning Victorio Peak for deer, he noticed an out-of-place rock configuration. Upon investigation, the slabs of stone yielded a tunnel just large enough for the wiry man to fit through.
Being a miner, Doc's curiosity got the best of him. Being part Cheyenne, his strong resolve enabled him reach the bottom of the chasm, which was a claustrophobic nightmare.
Thus far, Doc had disclosed his secret to only one person, his wife Ova. The couple set up temporary accommodations at the summit, and Doc began the arduous process of extracting two bars of gold a day.
Additionally, the prospector and his spouse were forced to circumvent the Gold Reserve Act — a law forbidding private parties from owning the most precious of metals. Because of this decree, Doc and Ova temporarily hid their treasure in the desert, far from the prying eyes of the government.
After retrieving over 100 bars, Doc realized his efforts could take forever, unless he pursued a more direct approach. Hiring a munitions expert to detonate a larger pathway in the cavern seemed a good idea at the time. Eighty sticks of dynamite later, Doc realized the covered conduit had not only failed to widen, but was now sealed off.
Reaching the unclaimed riches consumed the fanatical prospector, who invested 10 years of his life, and large portions of what he'd originally uncovered, on his hopeless attempts. Unable to sell his bullion on the open market, Doc was forced to ply his wares with less-than-savory characters.
Noss enlisted the aid of rodeo rider Tony Jolley. Late one night, the two men stole into the desert, dug up 110 gold bars, and re-interred them in 10 different locations. The entire time, Doc rambled about unseen forces out to purloin his treasure.
Dawn broke. Noss drove Tony to the cowboy's motel, where the exhausted cattleman slept most of the day. Stirring in the late afternoon, Jolley meandered to a local diner, only to overhear that Doc had been shot to death.
It was believed Noss uncovered a nefarious plan by associate Charles Ryan to steal his gold. An argument ensued between the two men, and Doc reached for a gun in the back seat of his truck. Ryan pulled a piece of his own and laid the miner out in, what a jury claimed, was self defense.
Tony Jolley — now the only person who knew the location of the riches — was nowhere to be found, allegedly on his way home to Idaho.
Doc's wife continued her own quest for what lay beneath Victorio Peak, but was evicted by the government, who were intent on using the area for the forthcoming White Sands Missile Range.
After hearing accounts of Noss' quest, Captain Leonard Fiege and Airman Tom Berlett — both stationed at Alamogordo's Holloman Air Force Base — attempted an exploration of the Peak in 1958. During his pursuit, Fiege stumbled upon a concealed cave. Sitting down in the darkness on what he believed to be a stack of stones, the military officer caught his breath. Moments later, drawing his flashlight, Fiege discovered his makeshift chair was actually a mound of gold bricks.
The men realized there was no way to sneak ponderous bars of precious metal past base security. As such, they sealed off the entrance to the cave and applied for grants of permission to claim the treasure. The process was protracted, and by the time allotments were awarded, Fiege failed to recall the location of the cache.
Ova Noss petitioned to claim what she believed was rightly hers. After much deliberation, permits were granted, but they always expired before the treasure could be unearthed.
Renowned Attorney F. Lee Bailey even entered the fray, representing an anonymous client with interest in obtaining buried wealth. When all was said and done, perhaps the greatest hidden treasure ever would remain unclaimed, beneath a disfigured peak in southern New Mexico.
Ova Noss died in 1980. Her daughter, Letha Guthrie, and grandsons, Jim and Terry Delonas, continued their own search for the fleeting trove.
Tony Jolley returned to New Mexico, and confessed to having excavated 10 gold bricks he and Doc buried decades prior. After using the treasure as security on a loan, and failing to pay the lending institution back, Tony now felt guilty. The cowboy attempted to make amends by leading the Delonases to the remaining nine caches. Time had attenuated Tony's memory, though, and he was unable to recall a single buried location.
To date, the locale of the Victorio Peak Treasure remains a mystery. An exploration of your own may prove fruitful, but traversing upon land the government feels is theirs — especially that within a military fortification — is ill-advised.
Sources:
Books:
Kutz, Jack. (1989, 1998). More Mysteries and Miracles of New Mexico: Guide Book to the Genuinely Bizarre in the Land of Enchantment. pp. 161–174. Rhombus Publishing Company, Inc. ISBN: 093645508X
Online Sources:
The Treasure of Victorio Peak:
http://www.mcguiresplace.net/The%20Treasure%20of%20Victorio%20Peak/
Victorio Peak:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victorio_Peak
Victorio Peak Mystery Treasure:
http://www.legendsofamerica.com/HC-Treasures5.html
Victorio Peak Treasure:
http://unsolvedmysteries.wikia.com/wiki/Victorio_Peak_Treasure
Sixteen thousand gold bars lit the dank cavern beneath Victorio Peak. As far as Doc Noss knew, this epitome of all mother lodes was his and Ova's, alone. And the gold was just the beginning. If you included the jewel-encrusted antiquities, priceless weaponry and religious heirlooms, Doc estimated the stockpile was worth somewhere around a billion dollars. Those were 1937 dollars, no less.
The only question was how to bring the cache of wealth to the surface. After all, the prospector had burrowed endlessly into the limestone crag in order to get to this point.
Life was funny. Ol' Doc Noss had been prospectin’ the better part of his days, never once hittin’ a vein anywhere near this magnitude. Then, one afternoon while scanning Victorio Peak for deer, he noticed an out-of-place rock configuration. Upon investigation, the slabs of stone yielded a tunnel just large enough for the wiry man to fit through.
Being a miner, Doc's curiosity got the best of him. Being part Cheyenne, his strong resolve enabled him reach the bottom of the chasm, which was a claustrophobic nightmare.
Thus far, Doc had disclosed his secret to only one person, his wife Ova. The couple set up temporary accommodations at the summit, and Doc began the arduous process of extracting two bars of gold a day.
Additionally, the prospector and his spouse were forced to circumvent the Gold Reserve Act — a law forbidding private parties from owning the most precious of metals. Because of this decree, Doc and Ova temporarily hid their treasure in the desert, far from the prying eyes of the government.
After retrieving over 100 bars, Doc realized his efforts could take forever, unless he pursued a more direct approach. Hiring a munitions expert to detonate a larger pathway in the cavern seemed a good idea at the time. Eighty sticks of dynamite later, Doc realized the covered conduit had not only failed to widen, but was now sealed off.
Reaching the unclaimed riches consumed the fanatical prospector, who invested 10 years of his life, and large portions of what he'd originally uncovered, on his hopeless attempts. Unable to sell his bullion on the open market, Doc was forced to ply his wares with less-than-savory characters.
Noss enlisted the aid of rodeo rider Tony Jolley. Late one night, the two men stole into the desert, dug up 110 gold bars, and re-interred them in 10 different locations. The entire time, Doc rambled about unseen forces out to purloin his treasure.
Dawn broke. Noss drove Tony to the cowboy's motel, where the exhausted cattleman slept most of the day. Stirring in the late afternoon, Jolley meandered to a local diner, only to overhear that Doc had been shot to death.
It was believed Noss uncovered a nefarious plan by associate Charles Ryan to steal his gold. An argument ensued between the two men, and Doc reached for a gun in the back seat of his truck. Ryan pulled a piece of his own and laid the miner out in, what a jury claimed, was self defense.
Tony Jolley — now the only person who knew the location of the riches — was nowhere to be found, allegedly on his way home to Idaho.
Doc's wife continued her own quest for what lay beneath Victorio Peak, but was evicted by the government, who were intent on using the area for the forthcoming White Sands Missile Range.
After hearing accounts of Noss' quest, Captain Leonard Fiege and Airman Tom Berlett — both stationed at Alamogordo's Holloman Air Force Base — attempted an exploration of the Peak in 1958. During his pursuit, Fiege stumbled upon a concealed cave. Sitting down in the darkness on what he believed to be a stack of stones, the military officer caught his breath. Moments later, drawing his flashlight, Fiege discovered his makeshift chair was actually a mound of gold bricks.
The men realized there was no way to sneak ponderous bars of precious metal past base security. As such, they sealed off the entrance to the cave and applied for grants of permission to claim the treasure. The process was protracted, and by the time allotments were awarded, Fiege failed to recall the location of the cache.
Ova Noss petitioned to claim what she believed was rightly hers. After much deliberation, permits were granted, but they always expired before the treasure could be unearthed.
Renowned Attorney F. Lee Bailey even entered the fray, representing an anonymous client with interest in obtaining buried wealth. When all was said and done, perhaps the greatest hidden treasure ever would remain unclaimed, beneath a disfigured peak in southern New Mexico.
Ova Noss died in 1980. Her daughter, Letha Guthrie, and grandsons, Jim and Terry Delonas, continued their own search for the fleeting trove.
Tony Jolley returned to New Mexico, and confessed to having excavated 10 gold bricks he and Doc buried decades prior. After using the treasure as security on a loan, and failing to pay the lending institution back, Tony now felt guilty. The cowboy attempted to make amends by leading the Delonases to the remaining nine caches. Time had attenuated Tony's memory, though, and he was unable to recall a single buried location.
To date, the locale of the Victorio Peak Treasure remains a mystery. An exploration of your own may prove fruitful, but traversing upon land the government feels is theirs — especially that within a military fortification — is ill-advised.
Sources:
Books:
Kutz, Jack. (1989, 1998). More Mysteries and Miracles of New Mexico: Guide Book to the Genuinely Bizarre in the Land of Enchantment. pp. 161–174. Rhombus Publishing Company, Inc. ISBN: 093645508X
Online Sources:
The Treasure of Victorio Peak:
http://www.mcguiresplace.net/The%20Treasure%20of%20Victorio%20Peak/
Victorio Peak:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victorio_Peak
Victorio Peak Mystery Treasure:
http://www.legendsofamerica.com/HC-Treasures5.html
Victorio Peak Treasure:
http://unsolvedmysteries.wikia.com/wiki/Victorio_Peak_Treasure
DEAD DRUNK (NEVADA)
You gaze right. A diaphanous apparition saunters to the bar, ordering a greasy, label-less bottle of brown liquid.
More frightened than a politician being strapped to lie detector, you turn left. A fist resembling a Civil War cannonball passes through your face.
Shaken but not stirred, you call for a frosty, cold one, just in time to catch screen legend Carole Lombard hitting on you before she vanishes into thin air.
Sound like the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland? The only difference here is that these specters are real.
Traveling north along I-15 to Las Vegas, one rockets past the exit for Jean/Goodsprings, a two-lane highway known as Route 161. Seven miles down this forgotten thoroughfare resides a 24 hour bar called the Pioneer Saloon. The place is packed more tightly than a 44 inch bust in a training bra. Bikers, bluehairs, businessmen, limo drivers and working girls party here at all hours. Allegedly, more ethereal guests frequent the Pioneer, as well.
A downed plane; a distraught husband; two Hollywood movie moguls. This is the waterin' hole where Tinseltown icon Clark Gable drank himself blind, awaiting news of Carole Lombard's crashed plane at nearby Mount Potosi. Betrothed to the aforementioned actress, Gable abused his liver, inadvertently burning holes in the bar top with cigarettes that would slip from his fingers, as he periodically passed out. Claims of Lombard's spirit wandering the premises linger to this day. Indentations left by Gable's mishandled Marlboros along the cherry wood bar are still visible.
But Carole Lombard’s entity isn't the only ghost said to haunt the Pioneer. The apparition of an elderly prospector allegedly sits at the brass rail in the wee hours, surveying its surroundings.
One spirit at this gin joint who doesn't have the best of intentions is that of Paul Coski — a once-massive individual boasting the reputation of being able to beat up two men, simultaneously.
Supposedly, after being caught cheating at cards, Coski was sent six feet under by a pair of bullets to his side. The bar brawler's coroner report still remains on a wall of the establishment, providing a piece of history, whilst covering up the twin divots created during the felling of the ornery man.
According to tale, Coski's spirit is seen in the tenebrous regions of the saloon, bleeding from its torso, and glaring down at unsuspecting clientele. Just as quickly as this imposing apparition is spotted, Mr. Coski's ethereal presence apparently vanishes before it can do any harm.
A back room of the Pioneer Saloon houses a memorial to Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, as well as a showcase for the numerous films shot in this little slice of wasteland. Pics of Cheech 'n Chong poundin’ beers at the bar, and publicity photos of Sandra Bullock line the walls.
The Pioneer Saloon is located in Clark County, Nevada, within the city limits of Goodsprings. From Interstate 15, take exit 12 and head west approximately seven miles until you reach a rustic building on the right. Although you may feel you're in the middle of nowhere, don't be astonished if a movie crew, paranormal investigator or famous spirit pulls up a barstool beside you.
Wanna know more about the Pioneer Saloon, also coined "Nevada's oldest working tavern?" Visit their official Website at: www.pioneersaloon.info and become a part of history.
Pioneer Saloon
310 West Spring Street
Goodsprings, Nevada 89019
702.874.9362
Sources:
Books:
Oesterle, Joe; Cridland, Tim. (2007). Weird Las Vegas and Nevada: Your Alternative Travel Guide to Sin City and the Silver State. pp. 190–191, 212–213. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739400
Sources:
Goodsprings, Nevada:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodsprings,_Nevada
Goodsprings, Nevada: Haunted Pioneer Saloon:
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/18381
The Pioneer Saloon:
http://www.pioneersaloon.info/
You gaze right. A diaphanous apparition saunters to the bar, ordering a greasy, label-less bottle of brown liquid.
More frightened than a politician being strapped to lie detector, you turn left. A fist resembling a Civil War cannonball passes through your face.
Shaken but not stirred, you call for a frosty, cold one, just in time to catch screen legend Carole Lombard hitting on you before she vanishes into thin air.
Sound like the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyland? The only difference here is that these specters are real.
Traveling north along I-15 to Las Vegas, one rockets past the exit for Jean/Goodsprings, a two-lane highway known as Route 161. Seven miles down this forgotten thoroughfare resides a 24 hour bar called the Pioneer Saloon. The place is packed more tightly than a 44 inch bust in a training bra. Bikers, bluehairs, businessmen, limo drivers and working girls party here at all hours. Allegedly, more ethereal guests frequent the Pioneer, as well.
A downed plane; a distraught husband; two Hollywood movie moguls. This is the waterin' hole where Tinseltown icon Clark Gable drank himself blind, awaiting news of Carole Lombard's crashed plane at nearby Mount Potosi. Betrothed to the aforementioned actress, Gable abused his liver, inadvertently burning holes in the bar top with cigarettes that would slip from his fingers, as he periodically passed out. Claims of Lombard's spirit wandering the premises linger to this day. Indentations left by Gable's mishandled Marlboros along the cherry wood bar are still visible.
But Carole Lombard’s entity isn't the only ghost said to haunt the Pioneer. The apparition of an elderly prospector allegedly sits at the brass rail in the wee hours, surveying its surroundings.
One spirit at this gin joint who doesn't have the best of intentions is that of Paul Coski — a once-massive individual boasting the reputation of being able to beat up two men, simultaneously.
Supposedly, after being caught cheating at cards, Coski was sent six feet under by a pair of bullets to his side. The bar brawler's coroner report still remains on a wall of the establishment, providing a piece of history, whilst covering up the twin divots created during the felling of the ornery man.
According to tale, Coski's spirit is seen in the tenebrous regions of the saloon, bleeding from its torso, and glaring down at unsuspecting clientele. Just as quickly as this imposing apparition is spotted, Mr. Coski's ethereal presence apparently vanishes before it can do any harm.
A back room of the Pioneer Saloon houses a memorial to Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, as well as a showcase for the numerous films shot in this little slice of wasteland. Pics of Cheech 'n Chong poundin’ beers at the bar, and publicity photos of Sandra Bullock line the walls.
The Pioneer Saloon is located in Clark County, Nevada, within the city limits of Goodsprings. From Interstate 15, take exit 12 and head west approximately seven miles until you reach a rustic building on the right. Although you may feel you're in the middle of nowhere, don't be astonished if a movie crew, paranormal investigator or famous spirit pulls up a barstool beside you.
Wanna know more about the Pioneer Saloon, also coined "Nevada's oldest working tavern?" Visit their official Website at: www.pioneersaloon.info and become a part of history.
Pioneer Saloon
310 West Spring Street
Goodsprings, Nevada 89019
702.874.9362
Sources:
Books:
Oesterle, Joe; Cridland, Tim. (2007). Weird Las Vegas and Nevada: Your Alternative Travel Guide to Sin City and the Silver State. pp. 190–191, 212–213. Sterling Publishing Co., Inc. ISBN: 1402739400
Sources:
Goodsprings, Nevada:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goodsprings,_Nevada
Goodsprings, Nevada: Haunted Pioneer Saloon:
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/18381
The Pioneer Saloon:
http://www.pioneersaloon.info/
THE KECKSBURG UFO CRASH (PENNSYLVANIA)
[…] The UFO went from a normal cruise speed to a fantastic speed instantly. If you give an airplane power, it will accelerate, but not like a hot-rod, and that's what this was like. The object definitely wasn't another airplane. But we didn't file a report on the object because for a long time they considered you a nut if you saw a UFO. *
— Governor Ronald Reagan's pilot, Bill Paynter, the night the aforementioned politician witnessed a UFO
* Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
The year was 1965. The date, December 9th. Bill Bulebush gazed up at the fireball slicing through the early evening sky. Without warning, the anomaly banked 90 degrees, plummeting into a nearby forest. Bulebush — a native of Kecksburg, Pennsylvania — immediately forgot the '64 Corvair he had been tinkering with. Only minutes prior, Bill had overheard transmissions on the Chevy's CB, from as far away as Ohio, describing the enigma he had just observed. Overwhelmed by curiosity, the local man fired up his metal stallion, and raced off in pursuit of the mysterious downed object.
Cresting a ridge, the Corvair's headlights illuminated the ravine below where the once-airborne entity now hissed amongst singed foliage. Whatever the aberration was, Bill would be alone with it for the next 15 minutes.
An acorn-shaped craft of unknown origin cooled in the nearby grove. "It looks manufactured," reasoned Bulebush, as he approached the enigma on foot. Bill noted what appeared to be hieroglyphics spanning a band around the base of the anomaly.
Eventually fearing the object may be an incendiary device, Bulebush retreated to his car and made a beeline home.
Shortly following Bill's discovery, law enforcement and military officials arrived on scene, denying access to a curious public. From the woods, an ethereal, blue smoke wafted into the atmosphere.
At the outskirts of town, Bill Weaver, 19, simultaneously monitored an emergency broadcast on his car radio. Youthful and questioning, Weaver steered his vehicle toward the south end of the Kecksburg woods, where a group of onlookers had already found a loophole in the Armed Forces’ blockade.
Drenched in Space Race hype, it was assumed the unfamiliar object must be a Soviet satellite. Whatever the observers were witnessing had wedged itself into the loose soil. From an indiscernible point on the vessel, Bill noticed a phosphorescence — akin to a welding arc — incising the darkness. Catching sight of Weaver and his fellow spectators, the military ordered the inquisitive group to vacate the vicinity.
With the initial sighting of the fireball, WHJB — a radio station in neighboring Greensburg — would be deluged by frantic callers. News director John Murphy could smell a hot story like a home-cooked meal, and in no time found himself racing toward the site. Murphy arrived on scene around 7:30 PM to find the area inundated with soldiers. Exploiting a chink in the military's armor, John was able to snap off numerous photos of the mysterious craft.
Moments later, the armed presence in the area would confiscate the pictures in question.
Accompanying the journalist was a throng of curious onlookers. John interviewed as many of the townsfolk as possible.
Around 9 PM, Bob Gatty — a regional journalist for The Tribune Review — arrived on scene. Gatty later corroborated claims of a strong armed occupation at the site. Too much firepower, many proclaim, for anything not of Top Secret nature.
Shortly afterwards, local resident Robert Blystone witnessed an empty flatbed trailer, flanked by military Jeeps, disappearing into the woods. Approximately two hours later, Blystone watched the convoy reemerge from the forest, transporting a large, acorn-shaped vessel beneath a tarp. The account would be confirmed by numerous onlookers who observed a mysterious object hauled out of town, under cover of night.
Although regional newspapers initially ran stories describing an enigmatic craft falling from the sky, these same periodicals later recanted, only to report law enforcement recovered "absolutely nothing” from the site. According to UFO researcher Stan Gordon, it's this type of suspicious mishandling of the truth that makes the Kecksburg Incident one of the most intriguing anomalous impacts, to date.
Reporter John Murphy worked tirelessly on Object in the Woods — a documentary detailing the particulars of December 9th, 1965. Shortly before the program was set to air, Murphy was visited by a pair of suit-clad men claiming to be government agents. Following a clandestine conversation, John decided to no longer pursue the conundrum. Not only was his enthusiasm for broadcasting Object in the Woods stymied, but the reporter refused to discuss the incident about which he had been so passionate.
When Murphy's program did air, to the dismay of those around him, the content of the documentary was severely edited. Coworkers felt the meeting between the government representatives and John deterred the journalist from broadcasting the truth. According to those close to Murphy, the reporter would never again be the same, transforming into a shell of his previous inquisitive self.
In 1969, John Murphy's imposed silence was forever assured when he was killed under mysterious circumstances by a hit-and-run driver in Southern California.
Although, for a time, researchers believed what crashed in Kecksburg may have been the reentry capsule of a Soviet spacecraft known as Cosmos 96, popular opinion is now inconclusive on the subject. Cosmos 96 was set to reenter Earth's atmosphere the day the Kecksburg Incident took place. However, according to conflicting reports, the satellite either returned to the planet somewhere above the Indian Ocean or in Canada, 13 hours prior to the anomalous crash in Pennsylvania. Is it possible that during Cold War hysteria, the United States released false information regarding the foreign vessel?
Could the enigma falling to Earth have been a sizable meteorite? Such speculation seems possible, although a meteorite would fail to explain corroborating accounts of actual spacecraft, esoteric hieroglyphics and a midair directional change.
An integral step toward understanding the events of December 9th, 1965, would be to investigate Kecksburg for yourself. The quaint hamlet — located in Westmoreland County — is nestled in the southwest portion of the Keystone State, near Highway 982. From Interstate 70/76, exit 91 (Uniontown/Lingonier/Hwy 31/711). Take a right onto Hwy 31 and travel approximately one and a half miles until turning right again onto Clayspike Road. Six miles ahead, you'll find the pastoral town of Kecksburg. Be sure to bring your cameras. You never know what evidence may have slipped through the collective fingers of investigators before you.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
Movies:
Kecksburg: The Untold Story. Prod. UFO TV. Perfs. Stan Gordon. DVD, 2005.
Secrets of UFOs: Kecksburg UFO Crash. Prod. Grizzly Adams Family Entertainment. Perfs. Stan Gordon. DVD, 2006. ISBN: 1-933424-26-5
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes, James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN: 1-4229-3099-8
Online Movies:
UFO Files: Kecksburg UFO:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KFphnk3GZo&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF9FzRVGTbQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogpduZdXpJA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n73VzjLbNvM&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0rs_L6sk1Q&feature=related
Online Sources:
The Kecksburg UFO Incident:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kecksburg_UFO_incident
[…] The UFO went from a normal cruise speed to a fantastic speed instantly. If you give an airplane power, it will accelerate, but not like a hot-rod, and that's what this was like. The object definitely wasn't another airplane. But we didn't file a report on the object because for a long time they considered you a nut if you saw a UFO. *
— Governor Ronald Reagan's pilot, Bill Paynter, the night the aforementioned politician witnessed a UFO
* Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
The year was 1965. The date, December 9th. Bill Bulebush gazed up at the fireball slicing through the early evening sky. Without warning, the anomaly banked 90 degrees, plummeting into a nearby forest. Bulebush — a native of Kecksburg, Pennsylvania — immediately forgot the '64 Corvair he had been tinkering with. Only minutes prior, Bill had overheard transmissions on the Chevy's CB, from as far away as Ohio, describing the enigma he had just observed. Overwhelmed by curiosity, the local man fired up his metal stallion, and raced off in pursuit of the mysterious downed object.
Cresting a ridge, the Corvair's headlights illuminated the ravine below where the once-airborne entity now hissed amongst singed foliage. Whatever the aberration was, Bill would be alone with it for the next 15 minutes.
An acorn-shaped craft of unknown origin cooled in the nearby grove. "It looks manufactured," reasoned Bulebush, as he approached the enigma on foot. Bill noted what appeared to be hieroglyphics spanning a band around the base of the anomaly.
Eventually fearing the object may be an incendiary device, Bulebush retreated to his car and made a beeline home.
Shortly following Bill's discovery, law enforcement and military officials arrived on scene, denying access to a curious public. From the woods, an ethereal, blue smoke wafted into the atmosphere.
At the outskirts of town, Bill Weaver, 19, simultaneously monitored an emergency broadcast on his car radio. Youthful and questioning, Weaver steered his vehicle toward the south end of the Kecksburg woods, where a group of onlookers had already found a loophole in the Armed Forces’ blockade.
Drenched in Space Race hype, it was assumed the unfamiliar object must be a Soviet satellite. Whatever the observers were witnessing had wedged itself into the loose soil. From an indiscernible point on the vessel, Bill noticed a phosphorescence — akin to a welding arc — incising the darkness. Catching sight of Weaver and his fellow spectators, the military ordered the inquisitive group to vacate the vicinity.
With the initial sighting of the fireball, WHJB — a radio station in neighboring Greensburg — would be deluged by frantic callers. News director John Murphy could smell a hot story like a home-cooked meal, and in no time found himself racing toward the site. Murphy arrived on scene around 7:30 PM to find the area inundated with soldiers. Exploiting a chink in the military's armor, John was able to snap off numerous photos of the mysterious craft.
Moments later, the armed presence in the area would confiscate the pictures in question.
Accompanying the journalist was a throng of curious onlookers. John interviewed as many of the townsfolk as possible.
Around 9 PM, Bob Gatty — a regional journalist for The Tribune Review — arrived on scene. Gatty later corroborated claims of a strong armed occupation at the site. Too much firepower, many proclaim, for anything not of Top Secret nature.
Shortly afterwards, local resident Robert Blystone witnessed an empty flatbed trailer, flanked by military Jeeps, disappearing into the woods. Approximately two hours later, Blystone watched the convoy reemerge from the forest, transporting a large, acorn-shaped vessel beneath a tarp. The account would be confirmed by numerous onlookers who observed a mysterious object hauled out of town, under cover of night.
Although regional newspapers initially ran stories describing an enigmatic craft falling from the sky, these same periodicals later recanted, only to report law enforcement recovered "absolutely nothing” from the site. According to UFO researcher Stan Gordon, it's this type of suspicious mishandling of the truth that makes the Kecksburg Incident one of the most intriguing anomalous impacts, to date.
Reporter John Murphy worked tirelessly on Object in the Woods — a documentary detailing the particulars of December 9th, 1965. Shortly before the program was set to air, Murphy was visited by a pair of suit-clad men claiming to be government agents. Following a clandestine conversation, John decided to no longer pursue the conundrum. Not only was his enthusiasm for broadcasting Object in the Woods stymied, but the reporter refused to discuss the incident about which he had been so passionate.
When Murphy's program did air, to the dismay of those around him, the content of the documentary was severely edited. Coworkers felt the meeting between the government representatives and John deterred the journalist from broadcasting the truth. According to those close to Murphy, the reporter would never again be the same, transforming into a shell of his previous inquisitive self.
In 1969, John Murphy's imposed silence was forever assured when he was killed under mysterious circumstances by a hit-and-run driver in Southern California.
Although, for a time, researchers believed what crashed in Kecksburg may have been the reentry capsule of a Soviet spacecraft known as Cosmos 96, popular opinion is now inconclusive on the subject. Cosmos 96 was set to reenter Earth's atmosphere the day the Kecksburg Incident took place. However, according to conflicting reports, the satellite either returned to the planet somewhere above the Indian Ocean or in Canada, 13 hours prior to the anomalous crash in Pennsylvania. Is it possible that during Cold War hysteria, the United States released false information regarding the foreign vessel?
Could the enigma falling to Earth have been a sizable meteorite? Such speculation seems possible, although a meteorite would fail to explain corroborating accounts of actual spacecraft, esoteric hieroglyphics and a midair directional change.
An integral step toward understanding the events of December 9th, 1965, would be to investigate Kecksburg for yourself. The quaint hamlet — located in Westmoreland County — is nestled in the southwest portion of the Keystone State, near Highway 982. From Interstate 70/76, exit 91 (Uniontown/Lingonier/Hwy 31/711). Take a right onto Hwy 31 and travel approximately one and a half miles until turning right again onto Clayspike Road. Six miles ahead, you'll find the pastoral town of Kecksburg. Be sure to bring your cameras. You never know what evidence may have slipped through the collective fingers of investigators before you.
Sources:
Books:
Birnes, William J. (2004). The UFO Magazine UFO Encyclopedia: The Most Comprehensive Single-Volume UFO Reference in Print. pp. 244–245, 263–264. Pocket Books, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ISBN: 0743466748
Movies:
Kecksburg: The Untold Story. Prod. UFO TV. Perfs. Stan Gordon. DVD, 2005.
Secrets of UFOs: Kecksburg UFO Crash. Prod. Grizzly Adams Family Entertainment. Perfs. Stan Gordon. DVD, 2006. ISBN: 1-933424-26-5
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes, James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN: 1-4229-3099-8
Online Movies:
UFO Files: Kecksburg UFO:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KFphnk3GZo&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF9FzRVGTbQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogpduZdXpJA&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n73VzjLbNvM&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0rs_L6sk1Q&feature=related
Online Sources:
The Kecksburg UFO Incident:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kecksburg_UFO_incident
EPILOGUE
And still you question, "Why investigate the paranormal?” The alternative would be to investigate the normal.
It's only when individuals probe the unknown that new queries arise, to which new answers develop. Thereby, learning occurs.
Instead of dealing with the known, we should be studying that which we don't understand.
Recall the anthill aphorism in the Introduction? We could be standing next to a superhighway of information our entire lives, and never know it. Alternate dimensions may be in front of our faces. Ironically, every day, we wake up, go to work, come home and fall asleep, never noticing these possible other existences.
Humans tend to believe other creatures experience the world the same way we do. Take a look at folks who dress their dogs in sweaters, or speak to their cats as if these animals comprehend what's being said.
The brain of an average adult human weighs between 1,300 and 1,400 grams, accounting for two percent of our total body mass. The brain of an average adult housecat is a mere 30 grams, comprising 0.9 percent of that animal's overall bulk. Since domesticated dogs vary greatly in size between breeds, an accurate measure of K9 intelligence is difficult to assess. Suffice it to say, though, a dog's brain — in comparison to its body size — is far less than the same contrast in humans.
If your cat or dog were an adult Homo sapien, it would almost assuredly suffer from severe mental retardation. It would require an extreme aberration for either of these animals to view the world around them on the same intellectual level as you. Yet, we're certain Champ enjoys being dressed in a cardigan and matching beanie, as much as you enthuse at seeing him wear such garments.
The same holds true for the way we tend to view animals in the wild, as well as fish, insects, etc. For some reason, most humans feel these creatures perceive the world in three-dimensional color. In actuality, scientists theorize numerous species see in black-and-white, and some view a two-dimensional world, unable to distinguish depth.
What if humans were born blind? Could our species understand the concept of vision? Although we were able to touch plants, rocks and water, would we ever comprehend these things had an optic form?
Theoretical physicists have proven the high probability of dimensions beyond the four we currently fathom. If these alternate realities exist, what resides within them? How will we know unless we question?
Beyond these additional dimensions may be what scientists refer to as the multiverse — a paradigm of infinite universes. Where does it all end? Does it ever end? The one thing fairly certain is we won't discover the answers through self-absorbed, Earth-bound concepts. Take, for example, money.
Travel with a suitcase full of $100,000,000 to the Moon, on a one way flight. See how useful that cotton/linen combo is when you're gasping for air inside your pressurized spacesuit. As you freeze, you won't even be able to start a fire with all that loot, since there's very little, if any, oxygen in gas form on the Moon. Hence, cash is quite plausibly useless in 99.999... percent of this known Universe. And yet, we cling to the insignificant, allowing it to dictate our lives, while so much of the uncharted awaits, ready to be explored.
From errant asteroids, to solar flares and supervolcanoes, there are just too many potentially catastrophic anomalies humans don't understand. Resultant of our fervent desire for Earthbound trivialities — such as money — we fail to comprehend, and thereby address, that which is important.
To summarize, the investigation of the paranormal is imperative. It's what true science is about. Unless humans examine what we don't know, learning for us — and perhaps life — will cease.
Sources:
Online Sources:
99942 Apophis:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apophis_asteroid
Brain facts and figures:
http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/facts.html
Cat intelligence:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_intelligence
Dog intelligence:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_intelligence
Metric conversions:
http://www.metric-conversions.org/weight/grams-to-pounds.htm
Solar flares:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_flares
Supervolcanoes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supervolcanoes
The human brain:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_brain
And still you question, "Why investigate the paranormal?” The alternative would be to investigate the normal.
It's only when individuals probe the unknown that new queries arise, to which new answers develop. Thereby, learning occurs.
Instead of dealing with the known, we should be studying that which we don't understand.
Recall the anthill aphorism in the Introduction? We could be standing next to a superhighway of information our entire lives, and never know it. Alternate dimensions may be in front of our faces. Ironically, every day, we wake up, go to work, come home and fall asleep, never noticing these possible other existences.
Humans tend to believe other creatures experience the world the same way we do. Take a look at folks who dress their dogs in sweaters, or speak to their cats as if these animals comprehend what's being said.
The brain of an average adult human weighs between 1,300 and 1,400 grams, accounting for two percent of our total body mass. The brain of an average adult housecat is a mere 30 grams, comprising 0.9 percent of that animal's overall bulk. Since domesticated dogs vary greatly in size between breeds, an accurate measure of K9 intelligence is difficult to assess. Suffice it to say, though, a dog's brain — in comparison to its body size — is far less than the same contrast in humans.
If your cat or dog were an adult Homo sapien, it would almost assuredly suffer from severe mental retardation. It would require an extreme aberration for either of these animals to view the world around them on the same intellectual level as you. Yet, we're certain Champ enjoys being dressed in a cardigan and matching beanie, as much as you enthuse at seeing him wear such garments.
The same holds true for the way we tend to view animals in the wild, as well as fish, insects, etc. For some reason, most humans feel these creatures perceive the world in three-dimensional color. In actuality, scientists theorize numerous species see in black-and-white, and some view a two-dimensional world, unable to distinguish depth.
What if humans were born blind? Could our species understand the concept of vision? Although we were able to touch plants, rocks and water, would we ever comprehend these things had an optic form?
Theoretical physicists have proven the high probability of dimensions beyond the four we currently fathom. If these alternate realities exist, what resides within them? How will we know unless we question?
Beyond these additional dimensions may be what scientists refer to as the multiverse — a paradigm of infinite universes. Where does it all end? Does it ever end? The one thing fairly certain is we won't discover the answers through self-absorbed, Earth-bound concepts. Take, for example, money.
Travel with a suitcase full of $100,000,000 to the Moon, on a one way flight. See how useful that cotton/linen combo is when you're gasping for air inside your pressurized spacesuit. As you freeze, you won't even be able to start a fire with all that loot, since there's very little, if any, oxygen in gas form on the Moon. Hence, cash is quite plausibly useless in 99.999... percent of this known Universe. And yet, we cling to the insignificant, allowing it to dictate our lives, while so much of the uncharted awaits, ready to be explored.
From errant asteroids, to solar flares and supervolcanoes, there are just too many potentially catastrophic anomalies humans don't understand. Resultant of our fervent desire for Earthbound trivialities — such as money — we fail to comprehend, and thereby address, that which is important.
To summarize, the investigation of the paranormal is imperative. It's what true science is about. Unless humans examine what we don't know, learning for us — and perhaps life — will cease.
Sources:
Online Sources:
99942 Apophis:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apophis_asteroid
Brain facts and figures:
http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/facts.html
Cat intelligence:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_intelligence
Dog intelligence:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_intelligence
Metric conversions:
http://www.metric-conversions.org/weight/grams-to-pounds.htm
Solar flares:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_flares
Supervolcanoes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supervolcanoes
The human brain:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_brain
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www.paranormalroadtrip.weebly.com
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