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Thursday, July 28, 2022
Originally Posted July 4th 2021
There are many unbelievable stories circulating the
internet these days, stories of Egyptians coming to
One of those things I do believe in is giant snakes... Why? Because we have a record of them, not only of ancient times but in modern times as well. But what is considered a giant snake? In the story I am going to tell shortly, it is mentioned within that the snake is an estimate of “well over 28 feet” and “over 35 feet,” Is this possible? Of course it is... I read all the time of stories of giants of the past giant men, not snakes, I have heard of reports and some quite credible of 7 to 9 foot giants, truth be known, these are not giants, in fact neither are those reported of 15 feet tall. Giant to us indeed, but truly not giants, the giants of the past were much larger... I will leave it at that.
Have you ever wondered why various species were much larger in the past? So have I, but have you ever wondered why wasn't man? Probably not because scientist have clearly explained to us that these species lived millions of years ago and man wasn't here... do you believe them? I don't, but Enough of that...
The largest snake recorded and made available to the people for their knowledge, was 42 feet, said to have lived some “60 million” years ago so that you will never question it, and estimated to have been a one ton “behemoth dubbed Titanoboa,” Sounds scary doesn't it? and said to be a “descendant”, but I think they meant ancestor of the boa. The largest living snake in these times, some “60 million” years later, was recorded at 25 feet and 350 pounds however there is a conflicting story of an Anaconda measuring 27 feet and weighing in at 500 pounds... science, of all people believe the Anaconda “can” reach up to 30 feet. I guess I just wanted you to know this before I tell the following story.
Having slept a time or two and had a beer, some years ago I and some friends were sitting around the camp fire, when one of my friends who had remained some what quiet through a similar story just told... and after, that silence that generally follows a good story, broke. The man I speak of is one of the most credible individuals I know. He said, over in the Henry's there is an ancient underground city, said by the tribal people to have been large enough to house 50,000 people at one time. He proceeded to tell how he and his two friends had came to know of it, and how they found it. There are some who might read this who need to know, he never told us where it was, he is a man of his word and if he gave his word not to show anyone, he would never do so. He did however described a tunnel they had found, of some 80 feet which lead to very large stone doors. He describe the curious working of the doors and explained that at the beginning of this tunnel one would start out in ankle deep water, but by the time you reach the 9 foot tall stone doors, you would be up to your armpits in water. One of us asked why he hadn't opened the stone doors, his answer made perfect sense, water was leaking through and from the tops of the doors. He said he sat there for an hour in water, just studying the doors, trying to come up with a way to get access. Later after our trip he showed evidence of what he had told us, evidence of which I did not have to see, as I knew he was being nothing but truthful.
Not long after my friend had broke his silence, I sent him the following story, although he would not say how it was related to what he had told, only that it was...
The story below was published in about 2010, as the story went....
More than twelve years ago, an elderly Piute Indian
lady and a male friend – both from Price,
Ultimately he claimed to have seen it and other of similar size multiple times, and went so far as to ask the local rancher if he had been losing any calves. The rancher replied rustlers were apparently taking 10 or 12 a year in the area.
The lady claims she was sitting on rock beside the dirt road one day and one came out from a hole in a pile rocks nearby. Terrified, she remained frozen as it raised up to her face height and somewhat opened its mouth so close that she could even smell how foul its breath was. Oddly, the lady, who said she used to capture and eat snakes (especially rattlesnakes) routinely in the mountains in her youth, claimed the snake was like nothing she’d ever seen. She described it’s skin as being leathery, rather than having the scales she was used to seeing. Furthermore its head (“bigger than my head”), had some kind of dorsal ridge down it. After a long moment, it lowered its head and crossed the road at a diagonal, disappearing down the hill on the other side. The tail apparently was on one side of the road as the head reached the other. The lady and the guy claim to have measured the distance at well over 28ft.
I’ve visited the site. No skins, no massive snake scat to be seen. The couple however remained insistent in their stories. They claimed the snakes lived inside the tunnels in the mountain where the temperatures are constant, with plenty of water since the springs came from there. The Piute claims the snakes where put there to protect the site which incidentally is also supposed to contain a chamber with wall lined with gold or gold tablets upon which the history of mankind is written.
If the “snakes” were put there, how come they didn’t
spread out? Oddly, that might be the easiest part. The
It’s a fun story. Is it true? I believe the Piute lady is dead now. She and her companion stuck to their story over the several years I talked with them. They said they wanted to prove their story to others.
I to have visited this site many times, it is a very strange yet beautiful place...
What connection does this place have if any to Calakmul and the Snake
Dynasty of Kaan (Sky)?
As it would seem, the two friends of my friend are likely the sons of the “Paiute” woman, but she was likely Ute. She wanted to show the world and prove it, I have the same ideas... however it seems her sons have different ideas... I have made several trips to this place and although I cannot say any of this is true... I feel that it is... I can say there is something very different at the Henry's... It is a feeling I cannot describe, something ancient... it is as if you are constantly being watched... And be warned... you cannot take enough spare tires…
Sunday, July 24, 2022
The default Academic explanation when they don't know
what to say, and avoid the obvious answer.
"it must have been" "it was probably"
"It is thought to be"
3 ways to say, "We don't know"
when pride won't let you tell the truth
Keep in mind, the people responsible for making these spearheads,
were an average height of 7 to 8 feet tall.
A thousand years from now the Academics will stumble across in a dig of what is left of the Salt Lake Valley, a Kohler Porcelain toilet, they will have no idea what it is but will announce that it is 10,000 years old, and probably of Egyptian origin and thought to be for ceremonial communal drinking purposes in worship to the Egyptian god Kol Lar, but the plastic Evian bottle will completely perplex them but they will likely state that it must have been some type of musical instrument having its origin in Africa.... and thought to be 100,000 years old... Probably.
Wednesday, July 13, 2022
Some time in the mid to late 1970’s a middle aged Indian man rolled into town looking for work. He was a Native American Indian of unknown tribe. The man asked around town concerning work and occasionally someone would give him some odd jobs to help. One such business man in this town, a paraplegic in a wheel chair, would put the Indian to work as often as he seen him, the Indian man was a hard worker and always did as he was asked. He would work for weeks at a time, get paid and then disappear for a week or so, and then he would show up again work a week or so and then disappear for a week or so. This became a pattern over about a year, the business man never asked him where he would go when he disappeared.
One day after a year or so the Indian showed up at the business man work place and asked him if he could come out to the parking lot. The businessman agreed and wheeled himself out side and followed the Indian to his old truck. The Indian man invited the business man to the back of his truck where he dropped the tailgate exposing an old canvas neatly covering something. The Indian lifted the edge of the canvas exposing what was clearly gold bars (presumed Spanish origin) neatly stacked in two rows spanning about 3 feet wide in the bed of the truck.
The business mans eyes popped open as the Indian again covered the cargo and secured the canvas and asked, where did you get this? The Indian smiled as he looked up at the mountain saying nothing and then reached under the canvas and pulled out one of the bars and handed it to the man in the wheelchair, and said, “You are the closest thing I have as a friend; you have always been good to me. As you can see I have all I need, it is time for me to go find my family.
The Indian then pulled out a piece of paper and looking up and referring to the mountain plainly in view, he began to draw a map explaining details to the man in the wheelchair, and finishing his map, he told him, this is what I had been looking for when I disappeared at times and when I needed supplies I would come back to town to work, I want you to have this there is still enough gold to fill the back of a pick up truck 3 feet high. It is presumed the Indian had information handed down possibly an old waybill taken from Spaniards the Indians had killed long ago.
The Indian explained that he had covered the hole where the bars came from, and covered it with a steel plate and although not mentioned he no doubt covered the plate with dirt. The Indian thanked him again, shook his hand and set out to find his family, this time disappearing for the last time, never seeing him again. The businessman just sat in his wheelchair at the edge of the parking lot as the Indian drove away, starring up at the mountain dumbfounded by what just happened.
After the reality of the situation set in his mind, the man knew there was nothing he could do with this, after all, he’s in a wheel chair. He decided that there was a certain lady client and friend whom he felt he should pass it to, suggesting she hold it for her boy when he grows up. This apparently is what she did and in about 1998 give or take a year, she told her son the story and gave him the map. To shorten this part of the story her son and his friend and business partner made two trips down to this mountain to try to find what the Indian had drawn instructions to on the map.
Having heard of this as a result of a friend who worked for the son and his partner, when I was satisfied that they were no longer going to pursue the story I sought out the lady’s son who is now a friend of mine, or I’d like to think so although we haven’t talk in near 16 years or better. He was a very pleasant individual and we became friends, he gave me a copy of the map and with his blessings we organized and made 3 additional trips only to make the same mistakes that he had made, mistakes that were recently discovered, and at this time he does not know. No matter, he will soon enough know especially if it proves to be a mistake and the alternative is correct. I never forget where a story comes from and if a story finds my interest, it is assigned with an originator. If success is ever found, he will be a beneficiary regardless.
What was thought to be inconsistencies drawn on the map and viewed as mistakes were not mistakes at all. This “mistake” was only discovered yesterday due to a friend asking 20 questions… If only I had figuratively dug just a little deeper back in 2001 who knows where we might be with this project today? As it stands today, based on information given by the Indian, somewhere described by him on a secluded mountain here in the west, lies enough gold bars to fill the back of a pick up truck 3 feet high, which of course no truck could carry… at a conservative value today of 2.4 billion.
would seem precise instructions are given, in my estimation, the equipment
needed on this project is a Magnetometer on a drone, if we had to settle for
less, a handheld mag would surely suffice, and/or a dam good metal detector.
Safety equipment is a must on this one, climbing gear and such and this just to
get to the site. This is not for the Candy Ass Prospector. Of course many
implicating details have been left out of this project based in
Monday, July 11, 2022
Digital Reconstruction of Buckhorn Wash Pictograph Panels
It has been 6 years since I finished this 11 year project and made it public. Why did I do it? Well... I felt compelled, and my curiosity to see what no one believed was possible to ever see, however thanks to the the restoration team of 1995, the makers of Image J, DStretch and Photoshop Elements 6, and My Sweet Amy's photography, The impossible became possible and with at least a 95% accuracy... or better... ;-) please enjoy... again...
I wish I had the time to do projects like this, over and over...