We have received a lot of questions lately about conspiracies and conspiracy theories. Here is one – not from the desert, unfortunately – but from Noble County in Oklahoma.
Have a great day and contact us if you have a conspiracy theory that you would like to share.
Best wishes –
Avis Bacon for Madam X
Good Morning Gentle Readers,
In keeping with Madam X’s edict that we post daily, please contemplate our Thought for the Day:
Stay safe out there. Fools abound.
Usuri Moray standing in for Madam X
Hello Dear Friends,
Madam X sends her regards. She has taken off for the summer once again! This time to work in the Congo with the ebola patients and has left us here to do the heavy lifting.
We can neither write or think half as cleverly as Madam X so we are opting to entertain our loyal readers with photos and dire warnings for the rest of the summer.
We recently went hiking at the Big Morongo Canyon Preserve in California and found these signs very disconcerting as the area is heavily forested with trees.
Yes, you are on a boardwalk. Nonetheless, it would be quite easy for a mountain lion to snag you as as you leaned over to look in the water.
They might as well have added Mothman and Big Foot to the list. Who knows what lurks in that underbrush?
Stay safe, dear friends,
Usuri Moray sitting in for Madam X
Momento Mori. Remember you will die.
Madam X reminds me to REMIND YOU that it is Rabies Season (if there is such a thing). Adorable baby animals are out now. Bobcats and foxes can be SO CUTE.
Just a head’s up but bats carry rabies.
So do bobcats.
So do those adorable little foxes.
So do coyotes.
So do just about everything except rabbits and rats which are rarely identified as having RABIES.
Just to be clear, rabies is deadly. Very few people make it out alive if they get it.
A recent story came to light (earlier in 2018) about a man in Florida who found a bat and took it home to show his son. He placed it in a 5 gallon bucket in the yard. Six year old Sonny Boy came home, found the bat, played with said bat, and then contracted rabies and died.
This is a Bat
By The original uploader was Velho at English Wikipedia [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
A bat bite is usually not even seen. That is why the CDC recommends that anyone who finds a bat in their bedroom after waking needs to get the rabies shots. You might not even see or feel the bat bite.
PLEASE. PLEASE stay away from bats.
Rabid animals will appear disoriented and may come up to you out in the desert when you are hiking. They may come up in your yard.
REMEMBER – WILD ANIMALS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. EVER.
If they are coming up to you, they are probably RABID.
Get out of their way very quickly and call the Animal Control person in your area or a Fish and Wildlife worker.
Stay safe in the desert, dear friends,
Usuri Moray for Madam X
Madam X has requested that I remind all of our kind and gentle readers to not mess with rattle snakes. No. Never. Not even if you think you are doing them a favor.
A story out of Oklahoma happening just this past weekend (May 2, 2018, I believe) tells of an adult man (age 57) stopping his car to move a rattlesnake out of the road and away from oncoming traffic.
The snake bit him on one hand and then the other. The man died soon afterward before medical attention could arrive.
His wife said to just NOT MESS WITH RATTLE SNAKES.
The man did have an underlying heart condition which may have attributed to his sudden death.
However, REALLY. Just NEVER NEVER pick up a rattlesnake unless you are some kind of certified snake handler, the dog catcher, fish and wildlife guru, or a member of that religious group in North Carolina that routinely handles snakes (and routinely gets bit, too, I might add).
And Madam X would like to remind all desert dwellers out there if you are bit by the dreaded Mojave Green rattler, that you only have 30 minutes to make it to the nearest hospital for the anti-venom. That is how venomous the Mojave Green is!
IF the hospitals even carry the anti-venom.
Photo By Todd Huffman from Phoenix, AZ (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Anyway, that is today’s thought for the day.
Be smart and stay safe, Gentle Reader,
Usuri Moray for Madam X
The good news is that Madam X has stopped short her Himalayan vacation, come out of retirement, and is back in the Heart of the Mojave to help unravel a cryptid mystery that has entangled us so far this spring.
Please DO NOT MAKE ME CALL THE FLYING MONKEYS …
Yes, dear reader, that is an exact quote from Madam X when we finally reached her via satellite phone in Tibet.
Did we say CRYPTID?
There have been a recent absolute spate of crazy eye witness reports, even a corner out of the eye witness report, and two terribly loud and audible sound reports of Bigfoot in Arizona.
Here at Desert X Files, we do not get much call for the Bigfoot sightings.
Yes, yes, of course there is the Yucca Man thing over there in Joshua Tree National Park and that vicinity. Is that even real, Madam X muses, having spent considerable time as a youth in the area and NEVER ONCE spotted anything even remotely resembling a man with shaggy fur/plant hair.
Then there is CEMENT MAN over in the Anza Borrego region. We have never met EVEN ONE PERSON who claims to have seen Cement Man. If he exists – and in Madam X’s opinion that is a big fat IF – then he is probably not a Bigfoot but another type of humanoid cryptid. Maybe something related to GOATMAN of La Paz Valley.
BUT WE DIGRESS …
Reports of hairy upright creatures started coming in during January of 2018. We were swamped and unable to get to all the emails and phone calls.
Below are the most credible reports. And by credible we mean that the witnesses do not have a police record, have no history of drinking and drugs, not given to conspiracy theories, and seem relatively stable.
Sorry, but its US, the staff. We can only report on the most believable of these sightings after all. Names below are all changed to protect the witnesses.
CASE #1: FLAGSTAFF ARIZONA – March 2018
Mr. Ronaldo Weebs of Phoenix was staying in a hotel in Flagstaff with his wife, drinking coffee at dawn, as is his usual routine. Mrs. Weebs was getting ready in the bathroom to go to breakfast in the lobby and then to a meeting in the hotel at 9:00 am. Mr. Weebs is retired and in no hurry for anything, just sitting enjoying his coffee.
He heard a noise outside and looked around to the side and caught sight of something BIG, BROWN, AND HAIRY. Incredibly enough, he recognized it as a Bigfoot, just like in cartoons and movies.
Prior to this moment, Mr. Weebs had not thought about Bigfoot one way or the other. He gave it no thought whether it was true or false, hoaxed or unhoaxed.
Flabbergasted, he yelled for Mrs. Weebs who ran out from the bathroom to see what was the matter. Unfortunately, this spooked the Bigfoot and he hastily beat a retreat around the side of the hotel into the wooded area beyond the hotel.
Mr. Weebs did go out later to look for hair caught on branches or other signs of BF. Scat perhaps? But found nothing and there was no snow on the ground at that time which might reveal footprints.
Mr. Weebs insists to this day that he saw a large Bigfoot behind the hotel in Flagstaff Arizona.
Who are we to call LIAR LIAR.
CASE 32: COTTONWOOD ARIZONA – March 2018
Mrs. Valerie Pinecroft lives with her husband, Egar, and dog, Snips, in a very nice home in a residential subdivision just outside of Cottonwood, Arizona. The area backs up to federal land, a desert oasis which then backs up to mountains. They and their neighbors experience all types of wildlife in their yard – bobcats, javalina, coyotes, skunks. It is a beautiful rural area.
Mrs. Pinecroft was taking Snips outside for an evening “call to nature.” It was 3:00 am and the motion sensor light immediately blasted on, flooding the entire back yard and part of the neighbor’s yard with light.
A deep, horrific howl immediately emanated from the neighbor’s side yard, the site of a large decorative fountain that bobcats and javalinas drink from.
PAY ATTENTION warns Madam X. The area had been dry and the fountain is a known area for having an animal presence at night.
Surely YOU SAY, this was an ELK?
Mrs. Pinecroft heard an elk perhaps. They make a large noise when rutting.
OF COURSE, OF COURSE, we did ask Mrs. Pinecroft about whether this could possibly be an elk. She flatly denied that it was an elk. It turns out Mrs. Pinecroft is a student of nature and often studies animals in the wild from a distance. She claims that she has heard elk bugling on numerous occasion and that they are never this low pitched.
We asked the usual suspects.
Nope nope nope nope.
We might discount Mrs. Pinecroft as a hysterical female, given to fanciful imaginations – IF THIS WERE THE YEAR 1895 – which it is not. Nor is Mrs. Pinecroft a drinker, heavily medicated, or even a purveyor of medical marijuana.
Mrs. Pinecroft, for all purposes, is very stable, and logical, an administrator in a local and very large nonprofit agency. Mrs. Pinecroft has never believed in UFOs, conspiracy theories, or even Bigfoot. But yet she says now that BIGFOOT is all it could be.
We would probably leave it there if only Egar had not heard and experienced the exact, same thing, and now we have …
CASE #3 COTTONWOOD ARIZONA – March 2018
After receiving the report of Case #2, we were digesting all of this, when we get a call one week later from Egar Pinecroft, Mrs. Pinecroft’s husband.
Taking Snips the dog for the nightly 3:00 am doggie doo, the motion sensor light flips on, and WOOO WOOOO HOOOWLLLLL goes out reverberating throughout the neighborhood.
Mr. Pinecroft described it “as the most God AWFUL noise I have ever heard.”
He, too, said it was no bear or deer or mountain lion, and certainly not an elk. Nothing to compare it to, he claims. Horrific howling as though it is is pain or horrified itself.
Mr. Pinecroft’s only explanation: Yavapai Bigfoot.
BUT NOW THINGS GET REALLY WEIRD …
CASE #4 COLORADO RIVER Late March 2018
Mrs. Nelda Nobley, age 70, is walking her dog at dawn in an area along the Colorado River called the Parker Strip. Mrs. Nobley is a winter visitor and stays in an RV park in this area every winter with her husband, Alton. They go back to Oregon the first of April. This is the last weekend in March and she is trying to enjoy one last glimpse of water fowl along the Colorado.
She told us excitedly that she had seen swans the the month before!
Mrs. Nobley carries binoculars with her wherever she goes.
She spots what appears to be a rather hairy, tan-colored Yeti or Bigfoot. Mrs. Nobley said it was not dark brown, like you see in the drawings of Bigfoot but a lighter tan color.
Yucca Man? Madam X somehow doubts it.
The creature appeared on the opposite shore, California, and casually walked (on two legs) to the shoreline between mobile homes and palm trees, got down on all fours, and drank like a dog out of the Colorado River. Mrs. Nobley specifically pointed out that he did not cup his hands to drink like a human would, but drank like an animal. Yet walked upright, almost like a human.
The creature then got back up and walked back as casually as he had come.
Mrs. Nobley said that the ape-man was not as tall as Bigfoot is portrayed as. This creature was certainly under 6 feet height. Also his head was not oval like you see with Bigfoot but rounder. This Desert Yeti (as we have christened him) was stockier and shorter than one thinks of Bigfood, according to Mrs. Nobley.
THE DESERT YETI
What is it? Who can say. Part Yucca Man, part Goatman. We certainly DO NOT KNOW.
It was actually, the appearance of the Desert Yeti that brought Madam X back to these hallowed shores.
As we said, she was trekking in the Himalayans doing her own Yeti research. This was all totally unknown to us as we thought she was simply retired enjoying her twilight years by eating ghee in a yurt somewhere.
By the time we were able to get in touch with Ms. X, Case #4 had occurred. Madam X perked up at the thought of the Desert Yeti.
WHY CHANGE THE NAMES OF THE WITNESSES?
Why indeed? Why don’t the witnesses shout what they saw from the tree tops?
You know why, gentle reader, if you have ever seen an anomaly of any type.
Madam X herself has suffered the humiliation of revealing her strange sightings to family and friends only to be ridiculed by those she loves best.
WE DO NOT RIDICULE. SHARE YOUR STORY WITH US.
You may not understand what you saw or be able to process what you saw. We may not either. Maybe not even (gasp) Madam X!
We can not promise you closure. Or anything really …
Except that we will believe and we will try to share your story as space permits.
If you have seen a Desert Yeti, Bigfoot, or any type of cryptid recently, think about sharing with us at this email address:
madamxfiles AT gmail DOT com
All information remains confidential. If we use your story, your name will never be released. We will change all identifying characteristics. We will NEVER give out your address as some more unscrupulous investigators have.
THANK YOU to all our many readers who have an interest in the bizarre and unusual.
YOURS IN SEMI- SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION,
and her faithful assistant, Usuri Moray
George Van Tassel has a Dream
George Van Tassel in the meantime went to work for Lockheed International, Howard Hughes, and Douglas Aircraft. After George heard about Critzer’s untimely death, he applied and obtained the mining claim at the site. The Giant Rock site became the spot for the Van Tassel family vacations.
Meanwhile Back in the Mojave
Finally, in 1947, George just up and moved the whole family – wife and three daughters – to the Giant Rock property.
Tired of the big city grind, George had a dream to build a vacation resort complete with landing strip. George had an idea that people working in Los Angeles were also tired of the traffic and stress and would relish a vacation out in the desert. Giant Rock already had a landing strip built by Critzer. George reopened the field and built a café specializing in Mrs. Van Tassel’s wonderful pies.
Suddenly Everything Changes
Suddenly in the 1950s, everything changed. George gave up the idea of the vacation resort. He claimed that he had been visited by extraterrestrials who instructed him to build a longevity and rejuvenation facility. George began a massive building project – the Integratron. The café was now used only as a means to finance his building. George said that the other worldly beings gave him building plans for a facility that would regenerate life and/or greatly extend one’s life span. George started holding annual UFO conferences to help finance the work and taking in donations. These conferences were held for 20 years and thousands of people attended. George also financed his work with his books including (still available online):
I Rode a Flying Saucer
The Council of Seven Lights
Into this World and Out Again
This is not to imply that everything was going great. The Van Tassels had a hard existence living out in the desert. I can only imagine what the teenage girls were thinking out in the big middle of nowhere. George must have seen or experienced something special to put his family through this. His first wife stood doggedly by his side the entire time.
Things Go South Fast
George worked tirelessly on the Integratron with only a few people helping with the construction. He never revealed the entire plans to any of the people helping him. He was actually about finished when there were some tragic occurrences. His wife, Eva, suddenly died in 1975. George then turned around and married a local chiropractor named Dorris. Dorris seized control of the operation as well as George’s financial and business affairs, much to the consternation of family and friends.
Although family claims that George was in excellent health, George then suddenly died himself of a heart attack in California at the age of 68 in 1978. He was alone with wife, Dorris, at the time promoting the Integratron to investors in California. Dorris had George cremated before even informing his daughters of their father’s death.
As if that were not bad enough, Dorris then said that their house was ransacked and all of George’s papers and building notes were stolen. The Integratron was almost completely finished by this time. Unfortunately, the core of the Integratron was also removed suddenly and secretively upon his death by unknown parties.
Conspiracy theorists claim George was too close to finishing the rejuvenation chamber which would seriously disrupt the world order as we now know it, and he was murdered by persons unknown.
Other theorists claim that Dorris was the assassin, placed solely in the area to get close to George and kill him and then get the core out of the Integratron.
Go Visit Giant Rock
Giant Rock is available and open to the public. Be aware of the pitfalls of traveling in the desert. See below directions.
Integratron is not open to the public but sound baths are available by appointment and for groups. You can see it quite well as you drive by, however, on the way to Giant Rock. Integratron is under private ownership now.
In any event, go see Giant Rock for yourself and see what you think about it. Mull over the alien visitations and conspiracy theories. Decide for yourself what you think is true.
I have been to Giant Rock several times and it really is not all that accessible by a passenger car although one could probably make it. It is very sandy getting up to the site and quite rough. A pickup or four-wheel drive is better so that you do not tear up the bottom of your car or get stuck in sand.
Be aware that there are deadly rattle snakes in the area. It is also very hot in the summer. Take plenty of water if you go in the summer.
Travel north on Highway 247 at Yucca Valley, and take Reche Road to Belflower Road
Go left on Belflower Road until the pavement end.
You should see the Integratron on your right at that point.
Go past Integratron and turn right.
Follow the graded dirt road toward the left.
This road hugs the edge of a rock pile for about 2 miles.
Keep going until you see Giant Rock.
We have an excerpt from our favorite Chupacabra Hunter.
EXCERPT: HARQUEHALA MOUNTAINS, 1996
The truck smelled chronically of gasoline fumes and you had to reconcile yourself to the uncomfortable fact that the gas tank was positioned vertically directly behind your car seat. But since it had no air-conditioning, the choice of whether or not to enjoy AC and be asphyxiated, or be sweating hot and be able to breath, was already made for you. Beyond these otherwise incidental shortcomings, the truck proved invaluable to our gold prospecting ventures. The absence of the weight of the truck bed, combined with it’s 460 V-8 engine, soon gave the copper-hued Dodge it’s nickname of the ‘Frog Hopper’. Now, this may sound somewhat insulting, but you have to understand that this was intended as a compliment, as this truck could literally hop over significant boulders and the other rough terrains that only the most dedicated desert travelers ever experience. There was many a time the Frog Hopper jumped us out of a treacherous wash, a thick sand pit, or over generally unidentifiable gravel laden dirt paths best described as a mountain goat trail. Looking back now, we probably had no business being that far into the remote Arizona desert as many times as we went, with or without the trusty pickup truck. (To be continued.)