I
have enjoyed several hunting trips to the forests of northern New
Mexico. I went there with my good friend Stan. But he's quit
smoking,
and won't be able to accompany me again. So this year I ventured
forth alone.
On
one of my excursions during the first week of my stay on the foot of
Mangas Mountain I drove onto a side road running south off of Highway
93.
I
left the road to explore a meadow on its east side.
I
walked into a stand of trees to the south, and approached a gorge
without a bottom. Of course, it had a bottom. But it sure was a long
way down.
Across
the narrow gorge was a steep vertical cliff. Barren and rocky, no
vegetation at all. And there, maybe thirty feet down on the cliff
face, was a cave staring at me. The opening was approximately
circular, and probably about ten feet in diameter. For some reason it
fascinated me.
After
some debate I decided to explore that cave.
I
returned to the road and drove south, and found a way to access the
area, on the south side of the gorge, near the cave. Looking back to
the north, I aligned myself with a clump of trees on the north side of the gorge, that I had selected for reference. That guided me to the irregular
rock formation on the south side that I had observed directly above
the cave.
Using
climbing gear I lowered myself to the cave.
The
floor was flat, level and uncluttered, I swung in and unhooked my
rope. Securing it took some doing, for the walls and floor of the
cave were smooth and bare. I took off my gear, and switched on my
headlamp. Finally I found a crack into which I wedged some gear with
the rope attached.
There
was a sharp curve in the cave, less than twenty yards in.
I
approached it cautiously, reminding myself that there might be
another entrance to this cave, and there could be an animal in
residence.
The
area beyond the turn was a high domed, spacious room. It was so large
that my headlamp seemed feebly inadequate.
I
searched for animal tracks in the dusty floor, but there were none.
I
did find a clutter of strange fabric. As if discarded clothing, but
a fabric unlike any I've ever seen. I found, half buried in the floor
of the cave, a leather purse. Approximately four inches square, with
carry handles attached. A metallic container inside held a residue
of a very fine gold colored dust. Later a jeweler tested the dust,
and confirmed that it was pure gold.
In
past two years I have been reading about the Anunnaki who arrived on
earth in ancient times. They are pictured in numerous carved
representations carrying a small square purse which they held by its
handles.
And
it is interesting that they had great interest in mining gold here in
earth.
The
Anunnaki are a group of deities of the ancient Sumerians, Akkadians,
Assyrians and Babylonians. They are ancient alien gods from Nibiru,
a hypothetical Neptune-sized planet that supposdly orbits our Sun in
a highly elongated orbit far beyond Pluto.
I
feel that I have discovered the purpose of the ubiquitous purses, displayed in so many images in sites on several continents -- carvings representing the Anunnaki.
What
if their biological chemistry required some small percentage of gold
?
Perhaps
while they are here on earth they have a physical need for gold, much
as I might need oxygen if I traveled to a distant planet. The purses
so pervasively carried might hold the gold they need.
I
have heard of a medical application of gold here on earth — the
popular form is “monoatomic gold.” My first reaction to this is
to remember the snake oil I used to buy for a dime a bottle, back in
the 1860's . . . (see Outlaw
Josey Wales)
Then
I encountered A
Preliminary Study of the Effect of Ingestion of Gold on Blood
Chemistry
by Dinesh C. Sharma.
That
article does not conclude that there is any beneficial medical effect
from ingesting gold, but it at least gives it a serious
consideration.
Who
knows? On the planet Nibiru, gold may be like vitamin B12 is here,
for me.
Imagine
their frantic searches for gold on Nibiru if suddenly there was not
an adequate supply on hand . . . and their local Walmart didn't have
any in stock, nor any expectation of receiving any.
Here on earth,
people jump onto their car and run to Walmart when there is an
urgent need. The inhabitants of Nibiru may pile into their spaceship
and cruise to the nearest — My goodness, what
if that's
US
?
There
are legendary accounts of aliens infiltrating Earth, and mining for
gold — in South Africa, by some accounts. Interactions with humans
are said to have included visiting its women, and altering the genes
of humans to create an army of laborers to work in their gold
mines. Perhaps the visits to earth's women were an adjunct to their
efforts in genetic manipulation.
Steven
King, where are you? We need a new movie — “I'm Proud to be a
Gold Miner's Daughter” . .
