Enormous Cave of the Aztecs Fact or Fiction

 

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The following in part has been posted in the past, however many things have come to light I can’t help but share with much more added content… I am told by a friend If all goes well we could have all the equipment we seek such as Lidar, Magnetometer and Thermal imaging all on drones within just a few months…

On with the story

 

Enormous Cave of the Aztec, Fact or Fiction

Rumors and the writings of those who sell books have conjured stories for treasure books for a long time, one such version of a story which is to follow, seems to have an agenda of convincing the reader of a fallacy story of Moctezuma instructing his people to haul hordes of silver and gold back to their ancient homeland… and it just didn’t happen. However the truth of what happened to me is even more exciting and compelling than the embellishments… Was there a caravan in the time of Moctezuma II which brought hoards of silver and gold back to the home of their ancestors? No... Was there in the time of Moctezuma I in which a great wealth was brought to their ancient homeland intended as a gift to those whom they left behind? Yes. However in all probability it never made it to its intended destination. As it would seem according to the Aztec record many priests were entrusted with the shipment, when they returned with their made up story claiming to have delivered it, 9 of the priests did not return, when Moctezuma asked what happened to them they claimed that the God required their soul in exchange for turning them into animals in order to transport them more quickly to their ancient home. Moctezuma did not question it. What happened to them 9 priest and why wasn’t any of them talking? I think you can figure it out. 

Another incident took place at the time the Spaniards invaded Mexico, when the Aztec saw the Spanish priests burning their history and records of their linage, something that was most important to them, they gathered their remaining records and sent them north to their ancient depositories. There was one other item that may have been returned to their ancient home, it may have occurred in its own separate time, or possibly accompanied the previous mentioned incidents, this item was more important to them than any other substance they had, and is of ancient origin, the War Box, or their God, Huitzilopochitli. What was so important about this God of theirs that four men  with two poles carried it before themselves when ever they went to war and each time found themselves victorious.

 

The War Box

Rabbit Tail

The following sent to me by a friend is a copy of the actual text article about the adventures of Jake Johnsons which was publish in 1903, years before the embellished (Abridged) version written for a treasure magazine was published.

 

Jake Johnson with a well-earned reputation as an experienced prospector, but not so much of a miner as he preferred to roam the hills rather than work underground, in a way he was a pocket hunter and with his two burros with pick shovel gold pan and a few primitive mining tools a sack of flour and a couple of slabs of side bacon would start for the hills and would be gone for months to return eventually with a buckskin sack well filled with placer gold or with a few fine gold nuggets wherewith to purchase a new grubstake for a new start which generally occurred as soon as he had been on a spree for a few days which left him penniless before he took to the mountains again.

On one of these trips, while in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, near the Utah-Arizona line, he had the misfortune to fall from a precipitous cliff into a box canyon, which in this region are numerous. The fall resulted in a broken leg, and for a day after the accident he was unable to stir. The next morning, with slow movement and painful exertion, he was able to crawl a hundred yards to the bank of a little stream which wound its way to its confluence with the main river. Here he was able to quench his feverish thirst, but, being without provision of any kind, he was almost on the verge of starvation when he was found by an old Indian, who, with his squaw, was wandering around in this mighty wilderness, subsisting on rabbits and other game, and upon fish from the river. His wickiup was near at hand, and with great difficulty Jake was helped by the Indian to his humble abode. Here he was carefully nursed by the Indian and his squaw, and, within a month was able to hobble around on improvised crutches, and was soon able to resume his prospecting; his burros, in the meanwhile having been found by the kindly Indian and brought, with considerable difficulty, to the little stretch of grass-grown land bordering on the stream, and the sky-towering cliff near which Rabbit Tail, for this was the Indians name, had his temporary lodge.

Rabbit Tail in his younger years

During his convalescence Jake won his way to the heart of Rabbit Tail and his squaw, and many were the weird tales told by the old redman of exciting adventure, of privations endured, of hunts, battles, victories and defeats, and once, when in a more communicative mood, he told of finding nuggets of gold, and hinted of the existence of an old mine, on the dump of which great trees grew, and in the ancient and abandoned workings of which there were still left standing great bodies of ore in which native gold sparkled in the glare of a pitch-pine torch. 

Jake, upon hearing this, was all excitement, and begged the Indian for more information concerning this old treasure vault, but without avail, as the wily savage became as mum as an oyster upon seeing the interest the white man had taken in his narrative.

It happened shortly after this, that Jake was able to rescue Rabbit Tails squaw from the attack of a mountain lion, which so softened the Indian that he told him that if he would meet him at that place within a year that he would show him the old mine, but that he could take no more of the gold than he could carry away with him and that he would be led blindfolded to and from the old bonanza, which, he said, was located in an almost inaccessible spot ,near the brink of a yawning precipice, and above which were towering cliffs which rose perpendicular until their summits were lost in the blue of the sky.

Jake then started on his way to civilization, but, before leaving the canyon, had the good fortune to find a rich placer deposit in one of its tributaries, from which he took about $1500 in the yellow metal. Marking well the spot, he pulled out for Dandy Crossing, and finally reached Marysvale, from which point, after putting his burros into pasture, he came to Salt Lake City on the train. Soon after he left for his old Missouri home, where he soon had his cousin, Mike Smith, in a fever heat over his placer find and the story told by the Indian of the existence of the old gold mine. After a week or so of rest, Jake could stand the monotony of civilization no longer, and started for the west again, but not before he had drawn a crude map of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, and indicated the spot where Mike was to meet him within the next six months, when they would both work the placer, and meet with the old Indian, provided the redskin was true to his Word. 

This was what brought Mike Smith to Salt Lake City within the next three months, and this was why he informed all who questioned him that he was a prospector. Having been enjoined to silence and secrecy by Johnson, he avoided all intercourse, as much as possible, with everyone, and one day, with a modest outfit, he left for Marysvale, where he purchased two burros and started on his lonely and solitary trip for the Colorado River. It was then that his real troubles began. Unacquainted with the ways west and totally without experience, he was often without water, and many times he lost his way. At last, however, ragged and worn, haggard and thin, he reached the Colorado, and after many days, reached the little camp prepared by Johnson, where he was heartily welcomed by this grim old prospector, who enjoyed life in the wilds, alone with nature, more than he did in the busy haunts of men. 

For the first few days after the arrival of Mike, the two worked the placer, and with most satisfactory results. In the evenings, before rolling up in their blankets for the night, they would smoke their pipes and wonder if Rabbit Tail would keep his tryst and show them the gold-laden caverns which had evidently been discovered and worked soon after the subjugation of the Montezumas. While thus engaged, one evening, the Indian stood before them, coming as silently as the rising of the morning sun. He was welcomed, but was surprised that Johnson had brought a companion with him, and seemed disinclined to fulfill his engagements. After much discussion, however, and taking a liking to Mike, he expressed his willingness to make him one of the party, and warned the two white-men to be ready to start at early dawn. 

Almost before it was light enough to see their way, the three were up and afoot. The way was difficult. Sometimes thick brush hindered their progress. Occasionally a blank wall confronted them, and it was necessary to climb upon each other’s shoulders to overcome these obstacles; and creeping, climbing, clinging, to roots and bushes growing in the crevices of the rocks, they at last reached a point where they were blindfolded by the Indian. From here they traveled in single file, clinging to a rope held by their guide. For an hour or more they followed, skinning their shins against rocks and boulders, and sometimes falling to their knees because of inequalities in the ground. After what seemed an age, and when tired and exhausted almost beyond belief, the bandages were removed and they stood in almost midnight darkness. At a word from Rabbit Tail a light was struck and a torch lighted. Upon looking around, the two prospectors and fortune-seekers found that they were in an enormous cavern, the sides of which gave no trace of mineral. At their feet, however, were masses of rock, which, upon examination, were found to be rich in native gold, but their source was not apparent. Elated, and yet disappointed, Mike and Jake turned to the Indian, who motioned them to a small drift in the cavern that they had not noticed before.

Following the redskin, they got down on their hands and knees and crawled for a hundred feet or more through a small passage, coming at last to a narrow shelf of shale which bordered a chasm about five feet in width. This must have been very deep, for when rocks were dropped down it the sound coming from the bottom seemed but an echo. The Indian lightly leaped the gulf and Mike and Jake followed, but not without apprehension, and found themselves, breathing hard and trembling, on the other side, with but a narrow shelf for a foothold. Almost creeping along a torturous path, hardly able to keep their balance at times, they at length arrived at the entrance to a wide passage, which seemed to cut the chasm at almost right angles. Penetrating this for several yards and then climbing up an incline upraise for twenty or thirty feet, they were ushered into a great chamber. The sight that met their gaze in this chamber rendered the two prospectors speechless. Under the glare of the torches bottom, sides and top were resplendent with bright, glittering gold. 

 

In front was a great body of honey-combed quartz, in which were nuggets of the pure metal as large as walnuts. These were bound to the quartz by wire gold. The roof of the stope presented a perfect fretwork of wire and native gold, which seemed to be woven into festoons. On the sides the gold occurred in hard, white quartz such as beautiful jewelry is made from. On the floor great chunks of the gold-bearing ore were laying around and, among them were to be seen mining tools of ancient make, while, in one corner, could dimly be discerned the skeleton of a man, evidently that of a white miner. 

Recovering from their astonishment, Smith and Johnson fell into each other’s arms, but the Indian stood silent and stolid. A few minutes later he said, Come, we go out. Then it was that the white men came to their senses. They plead with Rabbit Tail for an hour, for half an hour in which to explore, to investigate this place of more than Monte Cristo wealth. But Rabbit Tail was obdurate and would not yield, and obeying his commands, they filled their pockets with the biggest nuggets, the finest specimens of wire gold, and the richest pieces of gold-filled quartz that they could find. Retracing their steps, but with greater difficulty than when they entered the treasure vault of the ancients, for they were heavily loaded with gold, they at last reached the cavern where their eyes had first been uncovered. Here the bandages were replaced by the Indian, and, led by him as before, they set out on their journey to their camp, which they reached just as the sun was setting in the west. 

Tired and worn, they devoured the food that had been left from their morning repast, and were soon in deep slumber. It was long after daylight before they awoke, and when their eyes were fairly opened they discovered that during the night their Indian friend had left as quietly and as suddenly as he had arrived. For two or three days Jake and Mike rested, gloating over their store of gold. Then they spent several days in an effort to rediscover the wonderful mine. Time after time they climbed to the spot where Rabbit Tail had put on the blindfolds, but from there on all was a blank, and no trace was left of their previous passage. At last they left for Utah’s metropolis, packing their gold on their burros. Arriving at Salt Lake, they sold their wealth of gold, and for several days the papers were full of accounts of the small lot of fabulously rich rock that had been put through the sampling works, but no one ever found from whence it came, although Smith and Johnson were shadowed day and night until they left for their Missouri home. 

Ever since then, year after year, two prospectors, with four burros, have been seen haunting the beautiful yet desolate regions of the Grand Canyon. Smith comes to the city once in a while, and to all inquiries he says, I am only a prospector. And yet he does not know the difference between lime and quartzite, slate and shale, nor is he posted on country rock; but, if he would tell the truth, he does know something about honey-combed and white quartz. Best of all, down on Shell Creek, in old Missouri, he has one of the finest arms in Caldwell County, which he purchased with a portion of the wealth gained by him in the old mine in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado which was found and lost under the guidance of Rabbit Tail the redskin.

(The Salt Lake Mining Review in 1903)

 

There is an abridged version on the internet but would be better described as the “Embellished Version” or exaggerated, it also has an inserted paragraph designed to sell stories… SEE Following paragraph inserted into the original story...

According to Indian tradition, an expedition of well-organized and warlike men had come from the south escorting a long line of slaves, dragging boxlike containers shrouded by skins. The party went directly to the Grand Canyon and descended down from the south rim. The treasure was placed in a cavern that evidently had been chosen earlier. The slaves were killed on the spot, while half of the men remained as a guard and the others returned to the south. It was probably planned by the Aztecs that they would recover the cargo once the Spaniards had been driven into the sea, however, months and years went by without word for the garrison at the cavern. Eventually, they intermarried with the local Paiutes and told them tales about a great Indian empire in the south with their emperor, who would return in the future with an army to bring prosperity to the Paiute tribe. Until then, the treasure must be guarded from discovery by anyone. It was a responsibility that meant annihilation for the Paiutes should they permit the hidden cache to be stolen.

To Date, I have not been able to verify the validity of the above paragraph added to the treasure book tales, it is likely an embellishment to attract sales. The following description is included in the embellished version as well.

The glare from the four torches suddenly magnified several times the magnitude of golden idols, shields, and other objects reflecting the light in the eerie flickering flashes. Neither of the men had time to inspect the cave at length, as the Paiutes continually urged them to take what they could carry and retrace their steps to the surface. It was clear that they were at the base of the Grand Canyon, since an opening could be seen in the distance that led onto a sand beach. However, the men were never sure whether they had come down through the cave from the rim of the canyon or whether they had been led at some point along the sheer walls when they had entered the cave. 

The part about an opening could be seen in the distance that led onto a sand beach was no doubt added to tie the story to the embellish James White story. The original publication of the James White story, made no mention of a cave with untold riches. Do your research people, it isn’t worth it chasing after fallacy. 

Padro Salazar

However… the following story which has never been published but in which I have written about in parts from time to time… has been verified in many ways and will be given again in a small part, but I assure you it is original information as received and experienced several years ago. 

The original document and story came from a Mexican man by the name of Reuben Morales who came from a small town on the inland side of the Gulf of California. It is believed he may still be alive and living in Texas and I am still trying to locate him however it is like trying to find a John Smith in the whole of America

Sometime in the 1970’s if I recall, Reuben came north in search of his ancestors mine, cave and cache with the document and verbal information handed down to him from his presumed possible grandfather Jose Pedro Salazar. Sylvetre Prado who was the author of the hand written document and which is the topic here in, may also be an ancestor to Rueben. It is believed Prado’s initials have been found in the suspect area.

 

It is believed that Jose Pedro Salazar was occupying the area in question in the early 1800’s to mid 1800’s, he was according to the document  “an Indian” and it is believed he catered to the Spanish while they mined in the area or he spied upon them when they were there. Reuben spent near 10 years searching for his ancestor’s cache. 

Not many years ago we had an encounter with one of the earliest original well-known name land owner in the area, and after he decided we were not worthy of being shot we talked for some time and the situation became friendly, we asked him how his family came by the property, and he told us that when they first entered the land (around 1850’s) with intent to homestead they encountered an old Mexican Indian who was the owner or possessor of the land, we can only surmise this was by a Spanish land grant, or that by right of being there for so long he simply considered it as his territory. He told us that they became friends and eventually he carved out a substantial piece of land and gave it to them. Was this Perdo Salazar? 

After Reuben had exhausted his efforts to find what his ancestor left behind, he contacted a known treasure hunter in the area and asked if he could help him, upon an agreement he shared a copy of the document and showed him a map and shared the verbal information needed to find the right location. This treasure hunter eventually in years to come became a friend of mine, and after sitting in his files for quite a number of years and having only made a few trips in an effort to find any evidence of truth, he decided to pass the information to me. At the time I was spending a lot of time in the general area documenting what I now call, the Aztec Navigation Glyphs, which by the way, have nothing to do with finding water as supposed by others.

 

One of near 200 known glyphs

You can read more about these at Aztec Navigation Glyphs

 

The document was in pretty bad shape when it was copied but the writing was discernable but very difficult to read due to its condition and old Spanish words not common today, great effort was taken to first transcribe the document of which I owe a great deal to my friend Adam, after which much effort was put into getting a correct translation which can be very difficult due to the old Spanish and there is still a few words we just cannot make out, someone experienced in not only Spanish but old Spanish may be able to recognize the words

 

A small piece of the old cloth document

 

The following is some of the excerpts of the more interesting things found within the document and will clearly show why I have spent near 18 years working on this project. Our first trip down to the area resulted in discovery of several things mentioned in the document and today, we feel we have found the location of the Indian Salazar’s cave, or mine, the entrance of which has been filled, yet the slide rock from it abounds in ½ inch chisel marks. 

….Enter said (Salazar’s smaller) cave and on the east side (floor) in the lower part of  which is two large flat stones marked (with a 1 and 2) and below them you will find some oak planks cultivated to the rafter with pins of the same wood and some cowhides.  These pieces are covering a chest which stores a large quantity of pieces of bars of silver.  Further to the bottom is a cross with wide edges.  Under it is the cover of the same material that contains gold & silver and a small black ebony box.

The one who finds said small box will be happy, because inside of it, are the directions/map to the treasures of the Indian Pedro Jose Salazar who for a long time was the owner of these mountains.

These papers are written in a language that I do not recognize.  They are written with mules blood.  Whomever it is that comes to have this cloth in his hands will come to find out that if he breaks said box that it contains jewels of gold and silver and paper made from a berry tree where it is explained where the place is found where the great treasure of said tribe exists an enormous cave that holds the highest amounts ever known to man…

 

Another piece of the old cloth document

 

The previous is directly from the source. I have been involved in this project has gone on for near 18 years. It would appear that Salazar and possibly Prado, knew the location of the enormous cave that the old Piute Indian, Rabbit Tale, the Redskin knew of. 

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Many years ago, I and my wife took a trip to Southern Utah and Arizona with our friends Bonnie and Steve. I recall Steve telling me as we drove between Kanab and Fredonia, We had been talking about the map rock that was found by Jacob Hamblin in 1852, Steve pointed at one of the hills off the side of the road and said, a Navajo told me that on top of one of these hills is a flat stone and when you turn it over it has a map carved on it. This is very near where Jacob Hamblin in 1852 found a black slate stone with a map carved on it.

 

Sketch of the Jacob Hamblin Black Slate Map

 

But what does this have to do with the story at hand? I suspect the same Navajo which Steve had talked to was the same in which I met just a few years later and he told me that there was a map with many petroglyphs not far from Kanab, he told me he would take me there.  I doubt this map has anything to do with the Salazar document but maybe it hold clues, My friends Glen and JoDee spent about 4 hours with me documenting the site meticulously, the objective was to recreate the image in black and white. 11 years later I finally finished the project, some of you may see implications.

 

 

The area of the subject of this article is in the lower left of the largest rock, if you see it you will also see the 3 lakes site north of Kanab and even Johnson’s canyon not the mention the location of the famed underground BUDDHIST/HINDU city of the Grand Canyon [NOT EGYPTIAN] Why does this matter? 

Now for the shocker…. A friend of mine called me one day to get instruction on how to find a certain petroglyph panel, having given him instruction and sending him on his way, I went about my day… later he called me and was pretty excited and said you are not going to believe what I just found… well he sent me a picture of which first glance nearly removed me from my sitting position to the floor. He said while hiking the pertinent location, he noticed a large flat rock very much out of place, because it was not native to any rock formations in the area…

With permission to share the photo this is what he had found face down in sand and gravel.

 

Confused and excited at the same time, I thought, “What the hell? This is the same map as was found on the Jacob Hamblin slate stone found 170 years prior and in the same general area. My friend was in doubt because of the condition of the writing, I reminded him that it has been face down in sand and gravel for near 220 years, I had no problem with its condition. I do wish however we could find the corner piece broken off.

Reading the text provided another near encounter with the floor… Although I have not had it translated by someone other than me, not only does it provide us a clue in the subject story as to what it is and why it exists, It was written by Antonio Raul PRADO! And it is concerning Pedro Jose Salzar! How could this be I thought? The date on the stone is from 1804, 96 years prior to the cloth document and it was found about 50 miles away from the subject site! Why was it here? 

The stone map reads loosely as :

(His) Majesty Carlos Antonio Diego this ____missing____ Order Filming (?) Pedro Jose Salzar Guadalupe (of the) Zuni by the even leaders of the Yubicaris (tribe) hidden ___missing___ -llados (decreed?) by the king under death penalty November 14, 1804 sealed this day by Antonio Raul Prado

 

The original text on the stone map…. 

Majestad Carlos Antonio Diego este  <missing word[s]>  diezmo ordenido filmente llevado pedro jose Salazar Gudalupe de zuni por la hasta lidedas de las Yubicaris escondidos   <missing word[s]>    [dego?]-llados por el rey bajo pena de muerte 14 Noviembre 1804 este dia selado Antonio Raul Prado

 

I would really like someone who is very good with Spanish to look at the original text… perhaps through common sense and reasoning we can discover the words missing from the stone…

Perhaps a little bit of light was shed in doing a bit a research on Carlos Antonio Diego or better known as King Charles IV. 

It would seem not only was King Charles trying to undermine the power of the Church and the aristocracy, he was attempting to steal the land away from all the nobles who invested in the new world. 

From WIKI the Great

“As the situation with immediate revenue became more fraught, the crown in 1804 imposed measures in its overseas empire forcing the church to call in immediately the mortgages it had extended on a long-term by the Catholic Church. Although aimed at undermining the wealth and power of the church, for the wealthy landowning elites, they were faced with financial ruin, since they had no way to make full payment on their mortgaged properties. This ill-considered royal decree has been seen as a major factor in the independence movement in New Spain (Mexico). The decree was in abeyance once Charles and Ferdinand abdicated, but it undermined elite support while in force.”

 

This map rock was found along the old trail heading for the crossing of the Fathers. I wonder if Pedro Jose Salazar was able to make his payment?

I want so much to bring the many untold histories to public awareness but until we have subdued the foreign enemy who has come upon this land and currently makes the rules… my memory is fading… ;-)

 

It is a balmy 27 degrees today, but there is peace and serenity around the fire, I wish I had a friend or two here today to enjoy it with… Making the best of the situation… Merry Christmas to all.

A strange Story indeed...

 

Ok people, This could possibly be one of the stranger stories I have told. I don’t recall exactly when I was entrusted with it but one file suggest 2012. I was asked by a friend to look at all the information in order to help resolve it and I was asked to keep it to myself. 11 years has past and my friend who shared it with me has since passed, he was also told to keep it to himself as well, however that person has passed some time ago. 

Still… my gut tells me to keep certain details to myself, I hope you understand. Also please understand I cannot deny or confirm the authenticity of the story, there are things which I cannot disclose that has me leaning towards authentic. I have yet to travel myself or send someone to confirm details. 

The following is two versions of the same story told at two different times, the first is the story told by nick name, Apache Jim whom it happened to back in the 1950’s, the second is told by my friend as he remembers it being told to him in person. Some details have been left out. (Jim was a very good artist and could sketch out anything in just minutes.)

 

Image drawn by Jim

 

Saucer Odd Map story

 

:…. "This map very well be the key to many hidden treasures such as the Arch of the Covenant and other things. I need to find out what language is here.

To tell you what happened, I was driving down the old Wash Road to the Gilsonite mines when I seen this woman walking down the road. I thought it very goofy that someone would be out here walking since its a long way from anywhere. I stopped to pick her up and the strangest thing happened. She said she had been waiting for me! Damndest thing ever. There was nothing out here in those days, nothing at all for miles and miles, so I thought anyways. 

We had been working at a small outpost where the two Rivers meet. Anyhow, she insisted that I take her to what she called Twin Buttes. She took me off the main dirt road towards the west and out in the desert. She said they had something for me that I was supposed to do and I had been chosen. I was scared shitless. Anyhow, we rounded this little butte and there half way buried in the sand was a saucer, like a dinner plate that turned out to be a spaceship that she said had crashed. They came to retrieve the dead pilot and his cargo. When we passed the crashed ship I looked up and there was a spaceship standing on three legs just plain as the day is long! She said her name as Lolowan. 

 

Image of woman drawn by Jim

She was a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. When we got to the spaceship she told me to come inside. As we went up the ramp a man came out to meet us and he looked like she did, blonde hair and blue eyes and very tall. I was still scared and thought I was going bye bye in the sky. The man told me I had been chosen for a very important mission.

Once inside the ship he showed me a strange Black Box. She the girl said there were other Boxes and one big one was in the State of Washington. We talked for about an hour. The man gave me information on so many things it's hard to recall them all. How about the Arch of the Covenant being in Sanpete is nuts! Anyway, the man said the box was something that would be hard to comprehend since man had not seen things like this yet. He was right! He opened the box. It folded out like a suite case would. There inside was a 1,000 tiny discs he called wafers. He slid one in small slot and said each little wafer contained 100 years of history from the beginning. He had me put a hood over my head and the next thing I knew I was seeing a movie right inside that hood!! Damn thing was crazy!!

Lolowan told me that the wafers contained things like everything imaginable like science, medical, cures, ancient languages and other great things. He said mankind has no knowledge of the box except a chosen few. That thing left a deep impression on me and believe it or not, I learned a few things in a very short time. They told me I was to take the box to Sanpete where a man would meet me in the town of (town mentioned) to collect it. They said I had to go to a certain butte where there was a map carved in the side of it and I was to make a copy on paper then very carefully cut the map out of the rock and take it to Sanpete with the black box. 

A portion of the map

 

Very similar to Greek Cursive 100 BC-400 AD

 

After a while I said goodbye to those people but before I left they told me they are watching all the time. And the time will come when things will be made known to all mankind. Scared me! Wow!

So, I found the butte using their directions. [this is not far from the Henry Mountains] It was a rough trip out there because there are no roads so I had to make one and it took a while. I found the map and copied it then took about two hours or more to get the rock and into the back of my truck. Oh, they told me there was a huge cache of gold near that place. They told me that the Thunderbird People guard the cave where these things are hidden up. I found out later that Johnny B. knew them or some of them. He said there were Indians that called themselves Walapie [Hualapai] that helped in the protection of these ancient sites and said there are three caves in Sanpete that have stuff in them. Two on the east side and one on the west side. 

Anyway I took all that stuff to Manti and that's when I met John B. He didn't give me much but enough and didn't say too much about the caves only that they are well hidden and protected and that they were very old. He said that NSA was after the boxes but how they knew he didn't say. I thought the aliens said not too many knew of it. Anyway that's about it. When I see you again I'll tell you more cause I will remember more." 

The following is the story written from memory by my friend and sent to me presumably around 2012.

Strange Map

 

"I got the map from Gail (Not Gale Rhoades) who got it from Johnny B. The story of the map and what it represents came to me by an Indian who knew Apache Jim. Jim  was working in eastern Utah on a Gilsonite mine.

 

One day while driving out to the site he spied a woman on the side of the road. He stopped to ask her if she needed help, to which she replied that she did. He asked her where she needed to go so she told him she would show him. Soon they came to a small dirt trail coming off the main road which she pointed at and told him to turn onto it. The narrow road wound through the desert and finally ended at a large knoll. She told him to come with her so he got out of his truck and followed the woman around the knoll to where he was shocked when he saw a spacecraft much like a flying saucer!

 

The woman told him she wanted him to meet her partner who turned out to be a man. Both the woman and the man were blond haired with fine facial features. He was told that he was chosen to take on a special mission or assignment, that they would give him information that he needed to complete his mission. These people were not aliens but from earth but from (place mentioned). They took him inside the ship where he was shown around. Soon they took him to a bench where a large black case was. They unfolded the case like an accordion case to reveal a screen much like the old tv screens in the 40's. They showed him a tray within the case that held hundreds of small round disc looking items. They told him that one of these disc held a hundred years of history of earth time. There were disc that told of ancient math and more. They told him he was to take this case and deliver it to a man in Sanpete County, Utah. But first he had to make a map from a petroglyph site they knew of. The man gave Jim a map showing him where to go to find the rock map. Russell left the pair in the ship and headed out. He had no idea what man in Sanpete County he should give these things to. He then remembered that the Man told him that the person in Sanpete would contact him.

 

Jim followed the map to a mesa outside of Hanksville, Utah. Jim was able to drive pretty close to the mesa. He searched the area for quite a while before finally finding the glyph. He brought some tracing paper with him so he set up tracing the map. After he had traced it he chiseled the map out of the rock and placed it carefully in the back of his truck wrapped in burlap bags to keep it from breaking. Within a short time Jim found himself in Sanpete County. He was sitting in a cafe in Mt. Pleasant when a thin framed man came and sat down at another table. Soon the man asked Jim if he was looking for a man to give something to. Jim, wide eyed said that he was! The two men left the cafe and went to Jim's truck where he showed the man what he had. This man told Jim that he had been contacted by two persons that told him to secret these things away once he got hold of them. Where was he going to hide them Jim asked? In the "Cave of the Ancients" came the reply. This man was Johnny Brewer! The cave he spoke of is east and north of (city named). The cave held relics from past history and from other countries as well as from here. Even the Arch of the Covenant is housed there. Jim gave everything to Brewer.

 

Whether or not Brewer took Jim to the cave is not known but I think perhaps he did because Russell knew too much to have not gone there. These great artifacts will come forth at their due time. All that man has done for a thousand years are on those little disc. The next person to see them will be called from on High for sure. The map shows where an ancient city was in the Henry Mountains or at least on the (0mitted)  flank of (Omitted) The mesa is Factory Butte just north of (Omitted) and west of Hanksville. Keep this story to yourself."

 

I am reminded of two stories, The Underground City of the Snake Kingdom and the following...

 

The author of the following story is a Navaho Indian. He revealed this tribal secret which he learned from the Paiute Indians, who inhabit the Great Basin and Mojave deserts of Utah, Nevada, and California. This native American, who went by the name Oga-Make, related the following account in appreciation for a story on the Navaho which appeared in the Spring of 1948 in a magazine which was carrying numerous articles on the mysterious "signs" or "fires" in the skies which were causing an enormous amount of confusion and debate during that same year, as well as the years following. The article on the Navaho nation, which appeared in an earlier issue, told of the suffering that their tribe had gone through during past winter seasons, and encouraged the readership to send goods and supplies to help them through the upcoming winter of '48-'49, which many of them did. In appreciation of this, Oga-Make related the following 'legend' which told of the secret history of the Americas which ran it's course, possibly thousands of years before white men set their foot en masse upon it's shores:"... Most of you who read this are probably white men of a blood only a century or two out of Europe. You speak in your papers of the Flying Saucers or Mystery Ships as something new, and strangely typical of the twentieth century. How could you but think otherwise? Yet if you had red skin, and were of a blood which had been born and bred of the land for untold thousands of years, you would know this is not true. You would know that your ancestors living in these mountains and upon these prairies for numberless generations, had seen these ships before, and had passed down the story in the legends which are the unwritten history of your people. You do not believe? Well, after all, why should you? But knowing your scornful unbelief, the storytellers of my people have closed their lips in bitterness against the outward flow of this knowledge. "Yet, I have said to the storytellers this: now that the ships are being seen again, is it wise that we, the elder race, keep our knowledge to ourselves? Thus for me, an American Indian, some of the sages among my people have talked, and if you care to, I shall permit you to sit down with us and listen. "Let us say that it is dusk in that strange place which you, the white man, calls 'Death Valley.' I have passed tobacco...to the aged chief of the Paiutes who sits across a tiny fire from me and sprinkles corn meal upon the flames...

 

"The old chief looked like a wrinkled mummy as he sat there puffing upon his pipe. Yet his eyes were not those of the unseeing, but eyes which seemed to look back on long trails of time. His people had held the Inyo, Panamint and Death Valleys for untold centuries before the coming of the white man. Now we sat in the valley which white man named for Death, but which the Paiute calls Tomesha The Flaming Land. Here before me as I faced eastward, the Funerals (mountains forming Death Valley's eastern wall) were wrapped in purple blue blankets about their feet while their faces were painted in scarlet. Behind me, the Panamints rose like a mile high wall, dark against the sinking sun. "The old Paiute smoked my tobacco for a long time before he reverently blew the smoke to the four directions. Finally he spoke. "'You ask me if we heard of the great silver airships in the days before white man brought his wagon trains into the land?' "'Yes grandfather, I come seeking knowledge.' (Among all tribes of my people, grandfather is the term of greatest respect which one man can pay to another.) "'We, the Paiute Nation, have known of these ships for untold generations. We also believe that we know something of the people who fly them. They are called The Havmusuvs.' "'Who are the Havmusuvs?' "'They are a people of the Panamints, and they are as ancient as Tomesha itself.' "He smiled a little at my confusion. "'You do not understand? Of course not. You are not a Paiute. Then listen closely and I will lead you back along the trail of the dim past.

 

"'When the world was young, and this valley which is now dry, parched desert, was a lush, hidden harbor of a blue water sea which stretched from half way up those mountains to the Gulf of California, it is said that the Havmusuvs came here in huge rowing ships. They found great caverns in the Panamints, and in them they built one of their cities. At that time California was the island which the Indians of that state told the Spanish it was, and which they marked so on their maps. "'Living in their hidden city, the Havmusuvs ruled the sea with their fast rowing ships, trading with far away peoples and bringing strange goods to the great quays said still to exist in the caverns. "'Then as untold centuries rolled past, the climate began to change. The water in the lake went down until there was no longer a way to the sea. First the way was broken only by the southern mountains, over the tops of which goods could be carried. But as time went by, the water continued to shrink, until the day came when only a dry crust was all that remained of the great blue lake. Then the desert came, and the Fire God began to walk across Tomesha, The Flaming Land. "'When the Havmusuvs could no longer use their great rowing ships, they began to think of other means to reach the world beyond. I suppose that is how it happened. We know that they began to use flying canoes. At first they were not large, these silvery ships with wings. They moved with a slight whirring sound, and a dipping movement, like an eagle. "'The passing centuries brought other changes. Tribe after tribe swept across the land, figting to possess it for awhile and passing like the storm of sand. In their mountain city still in the caverns, the Havmusuvs dwelt in peace, far removed from the conflict. Sometimes they were seen in the distance, in their flying ships or riding on the snowy white animals which took them from ledge to ledge up the cliffs. We have never seen these strange animals at any other place.

 

To these people the passing centuries brought only larger and larger ships, moving always more silently.' "'Have you ever seen a Havmusuv?' "'No, but we have many stories of them. There are reasons why one does not become too curious.' "'Reasons?' "'Yes. These strange people have weapons. One is a small tube which stuns one with a prickly feeling like a rain of cactus needles. One cannot move for hours, and during this time the mysterious ones vanish up the cliffs. The other weapon is deadly. It is a long, silvery tube. When this is pointed at you, death follows immediately.' "'But tell me about these people. What do they look like and how do they dress?' "'They are a beautiful people. Their skin is a golden tint, and a head band holds back their long dark hair. They dress always in a white fine spun garment which wraps around them and is draped upon one shoulder. Pale sandals are worn upon their feet...' "His voice trailed away in a puff of smoke. The purple shadows rising up the walls of the Funerals splashed like the waves of the ghost lake. The old man seemed to have fallen into a sort of trance, but I had one more question. "'Has any Paiute ever spoken to a Havmusuv, or were the Paiutes here when the great rowing ships first appeared?'

 

"For some moments I wondered if he had heard me. Yet as is our custom, I waited patiently for the answer. Again he went through the ritual of the smoke breathing to the four directions, and then his soft voice continued: "'Yes. Once in the not so distant past, but yet many generations before the coming of the Spanish, a Paiute chief lost his bride by sudden death. In his great and overwhelming grief, he thought of the Havmusuvs and their long tube of death. He wished to join her, so he bid farewell to his sorrowing people and set off to find the Havmusuvs. None appeared until the chief began to climb the almost unscaleable Panamints. Then one of the men in white appeared suddenly before him with the long tube, and motioned him back. The chief made signs that he wished to die, and came on. The man in white made a long singing whistle and other Havmusuvs appeared. They spoke together in a strange tongue and then regarded the chief thoughtfully. Finally they made signs to him making him understand that they would take him with them. "'Many weeks after his people had mourned him for dead, the Paiute chief came back to his camp. He had been in the giant underground valley of the Havmusuvs, he said, where white lights which burn night and day and never go out, or need any fuel, lit an ancient city of marble beauty. There he learned the language and the history of the mysterious people, giving them in turn the language and legends of the Paiutes. He said that he would have liked to remain there forever in the peace and beauty of their life, but they bade him return and use his new knowledge for his people." 

Could these have been the same people Jim met and talked with but from more ancient times? Could this be the people of Melchizedek of the early Bible which no one seems to know where they went? they disappeared around 2000 BC. As I recall, all that was said was that they went into the North Countries. Who were these people Jim encountered? Perhaps they once occupied the underground city of the Grand Canyon and the city under the Henry Mountains? Maybe the story is made up, and maybe it is true, what if it is true?

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