[CH] LAND OF ENCHANTMENT
Rob Solarion (robs@dctexas.net)
Wed, 2 Nov 2005 21:32:35 -0600
GREETINGS to all of you from your diverse backgrounds in life!
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Recently I had the good fortune to make a
2,300-mile road trip from Northeast Texas to
northern New Mexico and back. This evening I
have completed a photo essay with minimal text
and uploaded it to my website. There are 83
photographs on 18 pages, organized by subject.
Whether you may agree with my opinions or not,
and this may technically be "off-topic" to a
couple of lists, you are certainly invited to
look at the photos. I highly recommend a New
Mexico vacation to everybody. Northern New
Mexico is one of America's most well-kept
vacation secrets. Santa Fe is magnificent! And
the New Mexican Cuisine is delicious everywhere
you go! I chided myself for waiting so long to
take such a vacation. New Mexico is indeed "The
Land Of Enchantment"!
http://www.slowmotiondoomsday.com/enchantment.html
Appended below is the text of my Dulce Report.
This visit to Dulce was one of the highlights of
my trip. You can believe it or not, as you like.
Please feel free to forward this message to
whomever you wish. Best Regards, Roberto
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DULCE REPORT
By Rob Solàrion
Copyright 2005, All Rights Reserved
http://www.slowmotiondoomsday.com/dulce.html
For many people the name "Dulce" is instantly
recognizable. If you google for < dulce+ufo >,
you'll bring up 247,000 possible webpages.
Pictured above, to the right of the light poles,
is the infamous Archuleta Mesa, where the
reptilian aliens from Outer Space supposedly have
an underground base of at least seven levels, the
lowermost of which extend out under the sleepy,
little Indian village of Dulce itself. All sorts
of horrific experiments are reportedly being
conducted on these various levels, especially at
levels six and seven. For example, they are said
to be conducting experiments to determine how to
extract the "soul" and "spirit" from a human
being and "transplant" them into some of their
reptilian volunteers. Perhaps this is part of
the "training process" for reptilian spies who
infiltrate human society, by masquerading as
humans.
The word "dulce" is Spanish for primarily the
English word "sweet", but it can also mean
"fresh" or "pleasant" or "agreeable". Probably
the Spanish conquistadores thought that Dulce was
a "pleasant" place to live and so named it that.
As soon as I decided to visit New Mexico, I knew
at once that I would have to visit Dulce, since I
have heard so much about it. Carrie and I
arrived in Dulce around mid-afternoon, following
an easy drive through the mountains and across
the Continental Divide, which near Dulce reaches
an elevation of about 11,000 feet. Most of the
scenery along the route from Tierra Amarilla to
Chama and Dulce looked about the same as the
scenery elsewhere, so I did not waste any time
stopping for additional photographs.
Approaching Dulce, we saw a billboard advertising
the Best Western Inn and Restaurant at Dulce. I
suggested that we first stop there and make some
inquiries. Dulce is a small town with a
population of about only 2,700. To a certain
extent, it is merely a "wide spot" in the road.
It is way out in the middle of nowhere, and I had
no idea of what to expect to hear about the Alien
Base. Near the Best Western there was also a
sign indicating that visitor information could be
obtained here, so we turned in and parked.
Inside the motel we were greeted by a tall,
handsome Indian man. "May I help you?" he
inquired with a smile.
"We're looking for the information service," I said.
"Well, here it is!" he laughed and gestured
around at the small motel lobby. "This is it.
What were you wanting to know?"
Now it was my time to laugh. "Well, actually, we
came here to see if we could find out anything
about the reptilian Alien Base underneath the
Archuleta Mesa. Do you know anything about it?"
At this point, he really broke out laughing.
"You are just in time! There's a conversation
going on in the restaurant right now about this
Alien Base. Were you planning to eat?"
"No, but we'd like to have some coffee," I replied.
"Follow me," he said and escorted us into the
restaurant. Two other tables were occupied, one
by two Indian women and the other by an Anglo man
who was having coffee and a snack and conversing
with a second Indian man, who was standing beside
his table and who, it turned out, also worked for
the motel and restaurant.
The man who showed us in promptly introduced us
to the second man, and we introduced ourselves to
the Anglo who said that he had driven to Dulce
from Duncan, Oklahoma, just north of Fort Worth,
Texas. Everyone exchanged the usual pleasantries.
Then I said, "So, y'all are talking about the Alien Base?"
The Oklahoma man told us that he'd read all about
Dulce on the Internet and had come to see it for
himself, as was the case with Carrie and me.
Then the second Indian man, whose name I have
forgotten, began to expound at length about this
Alien Base, and I paraphrase him here.
"Let me tell you a story," he began. "It is
rather long, but you'll find it interesting, I
think. In our Indian traditions we have a custom
that we follow for boys who reach one year of
age. They say that if you shave a boy's head on
his first birthday, when he gets older, his hair
will grow long and thick. After I got married
and had a son, on his first birthday we went to
visit my grandmother, so that she could shave his
head. This was the first time we'd had a good
look at his skull without any hair, and suddenly
I saw that both of his ears were pierced at the
top. We had never noticed this before, and we
were quite perplexed. But at the time I didn't
really think much about it.
"Then my wife had a second son, and on his first
birthday, we drove to my grandmother's again so
she could shave his head. After she finished, we
found two tiny holes or dents in his scalp, right
on top of his head." He pointed at the top of
his own head. "Now I was starting to wonder
about these things, because clearly this is not
normal. A couple of years later, my wife had a
third son, and again we drove to my grandmother's
for the head-shaving ceremony. This third boy
had a hole in the side of his right ear, about in
the middle. I didn't know what to think about it.
"Around 8 o'clock we left my grandmother's to
drive back to Dulce. Usually this ride takes
about an hour and 45 minutes. About 9 o'clock,
we were still about 45 minutes from home, when my
wife and I noticed a strange light or object
flying low across the horizon. I pulled over
beside the road to check it out. We sat there
for a while, and we saw one UFO after another,
five in all, I think, one following the other,
all going in the same direction, like a caravan.
The three boys were getting cranky in the back
seat, and we needed to get home. It was dark,
and I didn't have a watch. But when we walked in
the door at home and looked at the clock, it was
11:15. I said to my wife, 'Why did it take us so
long to get back? What happened?' But she
didn't know either. Somehow we had 'lost' an
hour, and we were certain that we hadn't stopped
that long to watch the UFOs. It was very odd."
"Hmm," I said. "Do you think that you were abducted or something?"
He shrugged and nervously laughed. "I don't
know, but it was definitely very strange."
"And," I asked him further, "do you think that
those 'holes' in your boys' heads have something
to do with the Alien Base?"
Again he said that he didn't know, but there was
no reason at all for him to have been fabricating
such a peculiar tale.
He then turned to the subject of cattle
mutilations. He said that there are regular
cattle mutilations around Dulce, and he pointed
to one of the Indian women who were sitting at
another table. "One of her cattle got mutilated
last spring." The woman smiled and agreed that
it had, and she said that the incisions were
quite precise, not like a wild animal or human
would make, that they were "laser-like"
incisions, similar to those during the near
epidemic of cattle mutilations throughout the
Southwest in the 1970s. Carrie mentioned to me
later that she believed what this woman said
because Indian people have no reason to concoct
such fictions, that they are too down-to-earth
and level-headed to play these sorts of games.
"I'll tell you," said the Indian man, "everybody
in Dulce has a story to tell about what they've
seen around Archuleta Mesa. There are secret
doors in the mesa. UFOs have been seen flying
into these doors. But when somebody goes up to
try to find these doors, they have been
camouflaged again and can't be located. During
the 1950s, or maybe 60s, a U.S. Army convoy went
up to look for these doors, and they disappeared
inside the mountain and were never seen again."
"How far is it to the top of the mesa?" I asked.
"About 16 miles. There's a dirt road that goes
up there," he replied. "I was searching for
Dulce information on the Internet, and I found a
website about a Bigfoot Conference that was held
in Dulce a couple of years ago. There were all
these men in camouflage fatigues. They camped
out near a small lake south of town."
"Did they spot a Bigfoot? I never heard of Bigfoots in these parts before."
"I don't know what they did," he said. "I've
never seen a Bigfoot, and I've lived here all my
life."
He was about 35 years old.
"And you know something else?" he asked. "People in Dulce are going deaf."
"Going deaf? What do you mean?"
"I mean, they can come into this restaurant, and
the music is playing in the background, and I'll
say to someone, I really like that song, and the
person will ask me, 'What song?' 'Can't you hear
the music?' I ask them." He pointed at a
speaker, over which radio station music was
playing quietly in the background. "They say,
'No, I can't hear any music.' This has happened
many times."
"Why?" I mused. "Do you think that some noise
like the Taos Hum is causing them to lose their
hearing?"
He shrugged. "Who knows? But people are going deaf."
Everybody in the restaurant seemed most sincere.
I generally know when people are trying to put
something over on me, and I didn't get that
feeling here. Neither did Carrie nor the man
from Oklahoma. The three of us got up to leave
and pay our bills. We thanked everybody for
their stories and information and walked out into
the parking lot.
The Archuleta Mesa looms on the horizon north of
Dulce, and north of that there is nothing but
national forest and Indian reservations well into
southern Colorado. There is no telling what
might be happening on the other side of the mesa
out of view of the citizens of Dulce. There are
no roads or no towns for miles. This is an
ideally isolated location for such an Alien Base,
still close enough to a small bastion of
civilization but far enough off the beaten path
to be ignored by most tourists and others who
might pass through Dulce unaware of anything.
Atop Archuleta Mesa is a cluster of antennae. We
were told that these antennae are used by local
television stations and other communications
businesses to transmit images and data. And I
personally have no doubt about that. On the
other hand, if the reptilians who are conducting
all these high-tech experiments inside the mesa
are so advanced, then it would certainly be no
problem for them to tap into these transmission
antennae and, if nothing else, watch some local
television programs. Don't you know they get a
chuckle out of that?!
Carrie and I said goodbye to the man from
Oklahoma, and I gave him one of my calling cards
with my website URLs. Then Carrie and I got into
her car and drove away. Just as we were pulling
out of the Best Western parking lot, the boombox
in the back seat came on, all by itself.
"Did you turn that on?" I asked Carrie.
"No. Did you?" she said.
"No." I leaned over into the back seat and
turned it off. "I wonder what caused that to
happen," I remarked to Carrie.
"Yes, I wonder." She glanced quickly at me and
drove out onto the highway back to Chama.
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Rob Solarion
Northeast Texas
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"And they do not know the future mystery, or understand ancient matters.
And they do not know what is going to happen to them.
And they will not save their souls from the future mystery."
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