Table Of ContentMONSTERLAND:
Encounters with UFOS, Bigfoot and
Orange Orbs
Ronny Le Blanc
Copyright © 2016 Ronny Le Blanc
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 069265237X
ISBN-13: 978-0692652374
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my sister Cara Le Blanc Kelly who always wanted to write
a book but passed away from cancer at such a young age, my mother Katherine Le
Blanc who has continued to encourage me in all of my creative endeavors and
pushed me to write this book. My father, Ron Le Blanc Sr., my life adviser, who is
always persuading me to continue to learn and to follow my passions in life, and my
beautiful and patient wife Amy Le Blanc who has had to deal with my lifelong
obsession firsthand. Thank you for putting up with me!
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments I
1 Monsterland, Massachusetts 1
2 Leominster and UFOs Page 14
3 Early UFOs in Massachusetts Page 33
4 The Mystery Airship of 1909 Page 40
5 Here Come the Saucers Page 51
6 The Skies are Alive Page 65
7 Bigfoot Tracks? Page 84
8 Who’s Coming with Me? Page 88
9 Paging Dr. Brake Page 102
10 Bigfoot and Leominster State Forest Page 116
11 Bigfoot in the Bay State Page 128
12 The Orange Orbs Page 140
13 Mystery Man at Miranda’s Pub Page 156
14 Is There a UFO and Bigfoot Connection? Page 161
15 Bigfoot and the Orange Orbs Page 173
16 Interdimensional Bigfoot? Page 188
17 Marbles from the Other Side Page 198
18 Is Leominster State Forest a Sacred Place? Page 216
CONCLUSION Page 237
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you to my friends and fellow truth seekers, Susan McNeill-Spuhler and Willy
Miranda for allowing me to speak and be a part of the
New England UFO Conference in 2015 and 2016. It created a deadline and it drove
me to complete this book. Thank you to Mike Paterson for allowing me to interview
you for the book and to use your photos.
Thank you to the Leominster Public Library for putting up with me and my endless
requests for books from across the state of Massachusetts. When the book titles
came in, they knew who they were going to.
To my Editor in life and the Editor of this book, my best friend and my smoking hot
wife Amy Le Blanc, Thank you sweetness! I couldn’t have done it without you!
1
MONSTERLAND, MASSACHUSETTS
I was born and raised in Leominster, Massachusetts. After graduating
Leominster High School I headed west for college in Southern California. I
attended Vanguard University in Costa Mesa studying film and television
production, graduating with a degree in Communications. I spent almost a
decade on the west coast living in Los Angeles working in the
entertainment industry. I am a musician, an artist and I love the outdoors. I
grew up in a Christian home.
We attended church every Sunday and I also went to a youth group
where I met some of the best people, some of whom are friends to this day.
The time spent there and with these great people, really forged my
character and perception of life and what our purpose here is all about.
However, even though I attended church and tried to follow the straight and
narrow, I do not consider myself a religious person.
I consider myself to be spiritual and I believe in karma. What you put
out into the universe comes back to you. I am what some consider a “truth
seeker”. I have often wondered where we truly came from and where we
are headed when we die. I have been fascinated with consciousness,
science, space and strange stories that have been echoed for eons. I am
an inquisitive person and I have always questioned the unknown. If God
made us, who made God? While I was in California I started to study Zen
Buddhism and Eastern philosophy. I have had some strange things happen
to me while growing up in Leominster, when I moved back home they
continued. I have always felt that there was something different and special
about the city I grew up in.
I was riding my bike one summer day on the trails behind Fall Brook
School and headed into what is known as MONSTERLAND. I had always
avoided a particular trail along the way to the sand pits where kids would
ride their four-wheelers and dirt bikes. For a twelve-year-old alone in the
woods, I always felt an eerie feeling when I was anywhere near this trail. It
was a feeling mixed with dread and fear.
It didn’t matter if it was a cloudless day the opening of the trail and the
woods deep inside seemed to be covered in darkness and haunted fog. It
was guarded by two large oak trees on either side. This created an
unwelcoming prehistoric looking gate for those tempted to explore any
further. In my imagination, I could see coyotes and bears just waiting to
pounce on me. But on this day, I was feeling incredibly daring and decided
to brave the trail.
The trail itself had a decent incline. I had to jump off my bike and walk
it in. As I made my way along, I couldn’t shake the fear that increased with
every step. I kept looking behind me, feeling something or someone’s gaze.
After a few yards, the terrain was a little easier to manage, and I got back
on my bike and slowly started to pedal forward. The pedals squeaked with
each rotation. Nervous, I scanned around me. My senses were on high
alert. I don’t know what possessed me to do so, but I stopped. With both of
my feet planted firmly on the ground, balancing the bike between my legs, I
listened. Nothing. Dead quiet. There were no birds chirping and singing.
There were no squirrels scurrying along the ground. I wondered where all
the animal life had disappeared to?
I looked straight ahead as the trail narrowed. I wanted to start pedaling
again, but it was as if I hit a mental wall. I couldn’t convince myself to move
forward. The trees had created a high canopy and there were solid rays of
sunlight ripping through the gaps of space between the leaves, lighting only
select parts of the forest floor. Mesmerized, I watched the opposing
shadows as they seemed to playfully dance along in front of me.
The silence quickly evaporated when only a few yards away, I heard
something crash through the woods so loudly and with such force, that I felt
it in my chest. I literally shook. Up through the soles of my feet, the sounds
of the footsteps reverberated through my body. It sounded like it was
something very large and my mind equated it to an elephant stomping away
at a sprint.
My eyes were fixated on the sea of green ferns, grasses, and small
trees violently being pushed aside. I couldn’t see anything making its path
through the forest. My adrenaline pumped so hard, I thought that my heart
might punch a hole through my chest. It was as if I was frozen in place until
I couldn’t hear the sounds anymore because suddenly, I snapped out of my
zombie-like state. I felt like I could move again. Gathering my wits, I
slammed my butt back onto my bike and headed back home as fast as I
could. I don’t think I have pedaled a bike faster in my life.
On the way home my brain was racing, trying to comprehend what had
just happened. What did I just encounter? It didn’t make any sense at all.
But I told myself that it didn’t matter what it was. I would not be going back.
I never ventured down that trail again.
As I got older, I realized I had totally forgotten about what happened to
me in those woods. The memory resurfaced again as I started to look into
the stories of Bigfoot in this area, thirty years later. Looking back, I wonder if
I had a Bigfoot encounter at the early age of twelve. It was something.
MONSTERLAND. It is situated in an unlikely place. It lies in the
southern part of Leominster, bordering the neighboring town of Lancaster,
in central Massachusetts. It never dawned on me how this particular piece
of land got its name. Monsterland is a location where people have
reportedly gone missing in connection to being in contact with a monster,
better known the world over as Bigfoot or Sasquatch.
In legendary cryptozoologist and author Loren Coleman’s book,
Monsters of Massachusetts, published in 2013, he wrote the following
about Leominster State Forest and Monsterland:
Another site of importance is the Leominster State Forest, a 4,300-acre
parcel of forested land that includes the Wachusett Mountain State
Reservation, containing the largest known area of old-growth forest
east of the Connecticut River in Massachusetts. The entire greenway
is composed of hardwood forests, alpine meadows, ponds, streams,
and wood shrub swamps. The area supports a rich and diverse wildlife
and bird population.
Findings of Bigfoot tracks are so frequent in the area of Southern
Leominster that it is known by residents thereabouts as
“MONSTERLAND,” a name that began during the time of sightings by
local citizens of a hairy manlike creature off Route 2 in the 1950’s and
1960’s. (1)
The stories go back almost a century. In 1884, a hunter witnessed
some type of beast or creature while it walked upright and then once it was
spotted, it dropped down and it broke out into a sprint using all fours. That
same year, a local farmer claimed that he watched helplessly as a creature
tore his cattle to shreds then ran off into the woods…on two legs.
According to StrangeUSA.com, legend has it that sometime on a
summer evening in the 1950’s, a man abruptly enters a local bar in
