The Zone of Silence: America's Missile Secret

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Matt the Root, Martha Ground, and radio back to base every few hours. Except, the radio stopped working. A crew checked in all morning and then went silent for hours while base called into dead air. So Harry drove into the desert himself to find them. He found them alive, working, and just as confused as he was. Their radios were switched on. The batteries were charged and the frequencies were right. The men transmitted, but the signal went nowhere. Harry was an engineer, so he started to troubleshoot. He tried different radios and different frequencies. Nothing worked. He moved the crew a few hundred feet and the radios came back on. He moved them back to the original spot and the radios died again. He tried to map the dead spots, but they moved. A stretch of ground blocked radios in the morning, but not in the afternoon. Harry called the place La Zona de Selencia, the zone of silence. Something about the area bothered Harry. He came back again and again to take readings. He even brought in scientists to help, but the anomaly wasn't always there. He couldn't find a pattern. It was like he was playing with him. He thought he was the first to identify the zone of silence. But the locals said this part of the desert has always been a strange place. And it was known for things much stranger than radio interference. For years, people saw mysterious light in the zone. One day, a rancher decided to flash his headlights at it and flash back. The locals call it the carot de banda. It looks like a car's headlights, but there are no roads. If you flash light, it answers flash for flash. Sometimes it disappears and then reappears behind you. Whatever it is, it moves fast, but makes no sound. Six generations of families grew up talking to the carot de banda. Travelers crossing the zone report the same thing Harry's crew has found. Radios play only static, but they also found that compasses don't work. Needles catch north for a second, then spin and point south. Put a compass on the ground and the needle spins in a circle forever. Pilots knew about this place for years. In the 1930s, Francisco Sirabia was the most famous aviator in Mexico. He flew over the zone and his radio went out. Then his instruments failed, one by one. But the engine kept running. The tower lost him. As far as anyone on the ground knew, Sirabia was gone. He put the plane down in the middle of the desert and hiked out. Mexico's greatest pilot swore he would never fly over the desert again. And he warned other pilots to do the same. And as far along as anyone can remember, animals come into the zone to die. Bones are scattered everywhere. Ranchers say horses and cattle will leave good pasture and wander for miles. When they get into the zone, they just lie down. The vultures do the rest. The noble cactus is green, but here it grows violent. Biologists found tortoises in the zone with shell patterns that only happen here. And then there are the visitors. Always the same three people, two men and a woman. Tall, blonde, long hair, soft features. They wear elegant clothes that aren't made for the desert. They speak perfect Spanish, but in a way that sounds like music. And they're always polite. They ask to fill their canteens. They never ask for food or anything else, only water from the well. And when you ask where they're from, they always say the same thing. We are from above. Plains avoid the zone, but meteors are drawn to it. On February 8, 1969, the night sky turned white. A rock the size of a car weighing over two tons came in at 10 miles a second and exploded. The fireball lit the sky for hundreds of miles. It was suddenly bright as noon. And then came the sound. Multiple explosions as the meteor broke apart. People thought it was the end of the world. This was a Yende meteorite. It turned out to be one of the oldest objects to ever hit Earth. Within days, a geochemist from NASA bought stones from everyone he could find. Inside the stones, researchers found pre-solar grains that formed before the solar system existed. The oldest solid matter humans ever touched, four and a half billion years old. Yende became the most studied rock in history, pieces of it are in labs all over the world. Yende was the most famous meteorite to hit the area, but it wasn't the only one, not even close. In 1938, a meteorite hit a ridge near the zone. In 1954, another one hit the same ridge. Witnesses say the Yende stone didn't fall straight down. They said it seemed to maneuver, like it was choosing where to land. Locals say it missed the first time, went around the Earth and came back and hit the zone. The zone of silence is between the 26th and 28th parallel. So does the Bermuda Triangle, so do the pyramids of Giza. 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Sunlight is radio noise, and the test needed to clean signals. On July 11th, 1970, missile number 122 lifted off at 2.40 am. The first two stages burned perfectly and pushed it 200 miles up. The last two were supposed to turn the missile around and fire it back down into White Sands. But the fourth stage fired early before the guidance system could turn it. Instead of arcing down into White Sands, the missile flew another 400 miles. At first, the ground crew was stunned. A telemetry officer watched the receiver and tennis swing up over and point south. It never did that before. In the project room, the tracking radars told the same story. Flight safety watched it happen. And there was no way to bring it down. It was still gaining altitude and going south when it disappeared from radar. An American missile carrying radioactive cobalt had gone rogue. Officials guessed it hit the mountains 150 miles south of Juarez. Some hoped it burned up on reentry and never reached the ground at all. But it did hit the ground in Mexico. - Wow, the US will bomb anybody, eh? - I can't argue with that. - You better watch it, Canada. - Mexico wasn't in a forgiving mood. Three years earlier, another American missile launched from Utah crashed just across the border. Now it happened again further inside the country and this one was radioactive. The message from Mexico City was simple. Find it. Five days later, the search team flew south with orders to keep quiet. Only one of them was allowed to talk to the Mexican officials. They set up in Torion and figured they'd be done in four days. They searched for weeks and could not find it. The Air Force narrowed the impact zone to a rectangle a mile and a half long, but nobody could place that rectangle on a map. Pilots flew grids over the desert day after day. They landed on back roads and in pastures. They asked ranchers what they saw. They got nothing. At the start of August, a different kind of airplane arrived. The Atomic Energy Commission sent an aircraft with a scintillometer, an instrument that detects one thing, the exact radiation signature of cobalt 57. The crews stopped searching with their eyes and started listening for the cobalt. The cobalt was so active, the plane found the crash site in three days. When the ground team put a meter to the sand, it read the same as Trinity. The spot where the first atomic bomb went off. Technically, the US fired a nuclear-tipped missile at Mexico. They left that out of the report. The ground team drove cross-country, following directions sent down from the plane. For the last stretch, they navigated by a trail of flower sacks dropped from the aircraft straight to a small crater. For the last stretch, they navigated by a trail of flower sacks dropped from the aircraft, straight to a small crater. They found a few pieces of torn metal, contaminated sand, and the cobalt. The rest of the missile was gone, including the third and fourth stage engines. The Americans said the radioactive levels weren't that bad. They wanted to fill the hole and go home. Mexico said, "No." The Americans had to take the missile and the contaminated soil. All of it. Seven weeks later, in the middle of the night, a train left to Mexico for the border. 17 cars, including earth movers, water tankers, a fuel tanker. Every military marking was removed. Every piece of equipment was covered. It crossed at Juarez after midnight, guarded by Mexican federal agents. A photographer caught it sitting in the rail yard. The paper caption said the train belonged to NASA. The train rolled south to Korea, a village of about 100 people whose only electricity came from a salt company's generator. The train was its own town, bunks, kitchen, water, fuel, power, the men slept aboard and had lunch driven out to the crater. Every morning, crews drove 20 miles across country to the site. They bulldozed a road through the desert to do it. Rain turned the new road to mud and stopped the work for days. When the ground dried, men and protective suits dug out the crater and sealed the earth into drums while the village watched. 60 drums of sand, plus three more for the crew suits, boots and gloves. The ranchers who live out there say, "That's not the whole story." Harley anyone saw the missile fall. A few shepherds in the hills saw the light and thought an angel came down. A rancher heard it hit and watched his cattle panic and break through a crowd. Then the planes threw over his land for three weeks, but nobody knocked on his door to ask him anything. They say the Americans were in this desert before the missile fell, like they already knew something was here. Four months before the crash, the newspaper reported that Verna von Braun was here in secret scouting the desert for NASA base. The mayor of Escalon said he met von Braun at the train station himself. And they say the operation went on for almost a year. The Americans built an airstrip and ran a railroad into the desert and hauled out tons of magnetized earth and other stuff. They took the purple cactus, the rare tortoises, the living things that exist nowhere else. And when they finished, they pulled up the tracks behind them so no one could follow. The US government had press releases written before the train even left. If anyone asked, the story was going to be a vehicle accident. The operation was called Operation Sandpatch. Before the Americans left, a local security force was formed to guard the crash site. The man in charge was a rural guard captain from Subios named Jaime Gonzalez. His job was to keep the world away from the zone of silence. He did the opposite. The man in charge of the transport was a man of the city of La Jaga. He was a man of the city of La Jaga. The Americans went home in October, Jaime stayed and people started asking him questions. The most powerful country on earth just spent months out here digging in secret, guarding a patch of worthless land like it was a goldmine. Jaime and two of the landowners went to the press. They talked about the dead radios and the missile. They talked about the lights, the bones, the visitors and the newspapers. The regional press ran the story. The national press ran it bigger. Within a few years, the whole country knew about the zone of silence. There's a magnetic vortex out here that pulls things down from the sky. A study found that the blood of the people who live inside is different than everyone else's. The school in Mexico City teaches that the hills out here aren't hills. The berry pyramids and a lost race of tall golden Maya lives in the tunnels underneath. The world under the sand has a name, the land of magnetism, and NASA wanted it. The agency planned to build a station out here to study the vortex and listen for other worlds. Jaime told the story for six years, then he got into a shootout with police. He killed one officer, and Jaime died a few days later. There are folk songs about him now, and on a small hill inside the zone is a marble marker with his name on it. And the pilgrims kept coming. From Mexico City first, then the United States, then France, Germany, Italy, Chile. The locals gave them a name, Zoneroz. Guides sold tours to the exact center of the anomaly, a town grew at the gate of the zone just to handle the tourists. The zone even landed on maps. Mexico's official survey has it. So does the road map from Triple A? Wow, even Triple A goes there, huh? No, I don't. How much did they charge to get towed out of a vortex? And it could be handy for my road trip to map mother-f---ing eights. In one year, more than 650 travelers showed up at a lowly research station deep in the desert and asked the scientists to point the way into the mystery. The scientists said they didn't know where it was. Nobody believed them. Everybody knew the station was a front, and that water tower behind it was actually an observatory. Benjamin Palacio screwed up on the edge of the zone, but he was twelve. He was riding home with his brother when the light dropped out of the dark and surrounded them. Two hours disappeared from his memory. He says the light gave him a mission, shared the zone with the world. He built a ranch for the seekers on the edge of the zone and never left. There's something about the zone that draws people in and keeps them there, kind of like the animals who wander in. But the zone of silence isn't the only place like this. There are twelve, and a man in New Jersey drew the map. Something's happening behind the scenes, and the people running the system seem to be preparing for it. Capital One admitted in court this month that it closed nearly 300 Trump Organization accounts back in 2021. Now, whatever you think about Trump, that's not the point. 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In 1972, biologist Ivan Sanderson went looking for every shipping plan that ever vanished. He spent 20 years chasing things science wouldn't touch. For each 20 found, he put a pin in a globe. He expected it to be around the mess, instead he got a pattern. The pins clustered in 12 places, spaced evenly around the planet. Five above the equator, five below, and one at each pole. All of them sat where hot and cold currents collide in the air and the sea. Sanderson said the collision twists the magnetic field. That's why compasses spin, radios die, planes and ships go down without a trace. He called them the devil's graveyards. One of them is the Bermuda triangle, another is off the coast of Japan. And the Japanese had a name for it long before Sanderson did, the devil's sea. Fishermen wouldn't work it. In the early 1950s, ships started vanishing there, one after another, with hundreds of people gone. In 1952, the Japanese government sent a research vessel to find out why. The Cayu-Maru No. 5, with 31 scientists and crew aboard. It never sent a distress call. It never came back. Japan declared the area a danger zone and stopped sending ships. But the graveyards aren't all in the ocean. Some of them are in the desert, and the desert ones have lights. In 1883, 16-year-old Robert Ellison was driving cattle through a pass outside of Arthur, Texas. And he saw what he thought was a fire in the mountains. He figured it was in a patchy camp. In the morning, he wrote out to look, "There was no ash, there was no camp." The next night, the fire was back. His family saw it every night for a year. People in Marfa have been watching those lights for 140 years. They bounce, they split in two, they follow your car. And in a valley in Norway called Hestailin, in December of 1981, lights started appearing over the farms. And once in a while, 20 times a week, they hung in the air, changed color, and shot off faster than anything with the motor. The people in the valley got scared enough to ask for help. In 1984, a team from Norwegian and Swedish UFO researchers showed up with radar, magnetometers, cameras, and a gygo counter. They stayed five weeks and saw 53 lights. The radar saw them too. So in 1998, a university built a steel box on the side of the mountain filled it with cameras and a magnetometer and left it running. It's been recording those lights around the clock for 28 years, and it's still running. Nobody knows what they are. It's a live stream, anyone can watch it. I've watched it 4 hours, nothing. It's like the U-Log. If the U-Log was a mountain, I'd hated you. I have to be patient. I watched it Norwegian Hill for 4 hours, I mean, I'm out of patience and I'm out of blow-up. Those stories all have the same three things. This is instruments that fail and lights. But the zone of silence is the only place where the lights talk back. That's the legend of the zone of silence. A desert that kills radio signals, pulls missiles out of the sky, and gets visits from somewhere above. But is it true? Well, probably not. Radios work there. There's a biosphere research station inside the zone, and the scientists there have used radios and compasses every day for 50 years. The only people who report failures are the tourists. And the compass problem is easy, there's magnetite in the rock, and a needle set on the ground next to a deposit will wander, but magnetite never stopped a radio. And the cactus is purple because of drought stress. The pads turn violet in a dry spell and then they turn green again. The tortoise shells are normal. The blood study is cited everywhere and published nowhere, nobody has ever seen it. Same for the golden Maya under the sand. The tall blonde visitors have no origin at all, no ranch, no witness, no data, no report. This is just paranormal writing, citing paranormal writing. The band of strange places between the 26th and 28th parallels, well the pyramids and the primitive triangle are there. But so is Miami, Riyadh, and New Delhi. They're all wide enough lying around the planet and it's going to hit weird places. The planet is covered in weird places. Oh, Miami's on the line, well that's not a deep bunk, that's an explanation. Which brings us to the map. Ivan Sanderson publishes 12 raviards in 1972 in a men's adventure magazine. This was two years after the missile and right when the zone builders were looking for a theory. The people writing the zone story didn't discover that the zone sits in line with the primitive triangle, they read about it. The zones around the world copy each other and Sanderson's grid was the template. The devil's sea got the same treatment. The ship that vanished with 31 people is real and so is what killed it. Japan said the Kai Maru to study an undersea volcano that had just pushed a new island out of the water. The volcano blew while the ship was over it. Navy hydrophones in California recorded the explosion. Now what about the Sarabia, the legendary pilot who's instruments died over the zone? Well there's no record of that flight, no report, no newspaper story, no log book, nothing for the 1930s can extend to anything over that area. What the record does show is how he died. In June 1939, Sarabia took off from Washington DC and crashed into the Pacific River. Mechanical left a rag in the engine compartment and it got sucked into the carburetor. Mexico's greatest pilot was killed 1700 miles from the zone of silence by a dirty shop rack. He was from the region and he was beloved. After 1970, the legend needed an order. origin story so its creators borrowed him. Today a museum near the zone displays his restored plane and guides tell visitors it's the aircraft that survived the vortex. The animal graveyard is real but this is cattle country and a drought prone desert. When livestock die every ranch dumps the carcasses in one spot, then the vultures strip them. The animals don't march into the zone to die and their owners carry them there. Newspapers claim the Americans hauled out 200,000 tons of dirt. The locals took that story, stretched the cleanup to a year and added an air strip, destroyed railways, and stolen tortoises. The whole project only took 88 days for launch to finish. 60 drums of soil, a hundred thousand dollars, and a crew that finished early. A government project that finished early and was under budget, maybe we should ship our whole government to Mexico. Mexico wouldn't let them leave before the agreed date so the American teams spent their last days in Korea fixing the streets and the village's water system. The machines belong to the army, not NASA, but that Juarez newspaper caption released that NASA so that's how they got pulled into the story. How can you resist? But there's plenty that is true. The missile really fell and it really was the second American missile to crash in Mexico in three years. The cobalt, the unmarked train, the U.S. cover story, even the missing pieces of the rocket. That's all true. The A&M meteorite is true also. That's really one of the most important objects to ever fall onto this planet. But it didn't steer its way into the zone. It landed a hundred miles outside it. The name is real too, but its history runs backwards. The first time Zona del Solencio appeared in print was March 1970 and Torio newspaper, four months before the missile fell. One week after that, the same paper ran the Von Braun story, and the source was Harry Dilapena. NASA responded and said Von Braun was never in survivors. "Of course he wasn't there. He was still busy with post-production for that movie called The Moon Landing." The only record of Harry's radio trouble is Harry, telling the story made him famous and made him money, so he kept telling it and kept improving it. Ask the people who actually live out there what strange things they've seen, and they'll tell you they don't see anything strange in the desert. They see strange people, but not tall white aliens. They see the tourists looking for them. But just like my other episode on the mysterious lights, I can't debunk the ones in the zone. The Carole de Banda is still out there, still answering headlights. It's been seen by generations and families who have nothing to sell. So the story is a US missile fell in Mexico. The army cleaned it up and fixed the village's water pump. That's actually a pretty nice story, but it doesn't sell tickets. But a story of a cursed desert with thirsty aliens, where compasses and radios fail, where pilots disappear, and where you can communicate with strange lights, that's a good story. And that's where the legend of the zone of silence is still transmitting. Thank you so much for hanging out today. My name is AJ. There's Heiko Fish. 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