The Land of ZION...

The Federal Government loves to hide its precious knowledge, facilities, and god knows what else in the National parks of the federal government.

I have been leading up to something - for quite sometime...
Well see if anyone GETS it... ...

A rip from Wiki:
The Antiquities Act of 1906, officially An Act for the Preservation of American Antiquities (16 USC 431-433), is an act passed by the United States Congress and signed into law by Theodore Roosevelt on June 8, 1906 giving the President of the United States authority to restrict the use of particular public land owned by the federal government by executive order, bypassing Congressional oversight. The Act has been used over a hundred times since its passage. Its use frequently creates significant controversy.

Of course, all of this is ran by:
The National Park Service...
...A Division of the Department of the Interior...

I have previously stated much in regards to the southern most “fort” - that is the Grand Canyon. We already know what’s here - I spoke of it before.
Two different, actual honest to god - space ships - found in separate but connected facilities. One appears to be a “Life Boat” - the other - is called a “Hot-Rod” - the facility seems to be completely under the canyon - or in the canyon rather. It is by all means - the highest security area ever conceived. If you look at the funding levels for this “National Park” - the funding is 100X greater than the rest of the other parks in America - and that just for the Rangers (Security Guards)...


So - yes - its there - and well guarded.
So - lets move a little bit to the North - to a area I know little about - but what I do know should perk some interest.




Zion National park.
As you can see from the images - Zion N.P. is stunning in its glory and its majesty of the Great Mothers and Great Fathers influence. It also happens to be a geological marvel. The area of course was inhabited by the Anasazi - whom have left many sites of interest. The park, while accessible - has many more areas that are only accessible by foot - two of the most hard to get permits on the park are the “Subway” and “Mystery” canyon trials - and boy oh boy - you better have a permit.

With such mountain tops with names such as: “Alter of Sacrifices”, “Great White throne”, “The West Temple”, “North Guardian Angel”, “South Guardian Angel”, I could go on and on.

Oddilly enough, when I was a young man we went to this park for a weeks stay of exploration and discovery. And wouldn’t you know it - I got myself in a bunch of trouble.
Not to far from one of the main drags in the park, and near a campsite entrance was a road that had a locked gate - with the typical federal sign - “do not enter/severe penalties to include imprisonment”.


I thought well, that’s strange.
From our campsite - I could see the single lane road. And... ...I could see the military trucks (duce and halves and five toners) entering and not leaving. I scratched my head - what in the heck are military trucks going down a single road in the middle of a National Park - I didn’t dare ask my father - for I knew that he knew that if he couldn’t answer my questions - I would still do what I was going to do.





One lazy day - of still watching them going in - and not come out - well over a dozen in a few days - I made the excuse that I was going to go for a walk. At first I headed away from the road - crossed through the campground, and out of sight walked back down the road - and behold - here comes another truck. I couldn’t make it to where I had spied a great place to hide in time. So - once I reached the fork, where it seemed there was just enough space for the truck to pull off the main drag - almost in full view of the ranger station and the campground entrances - and like clock work the passenger would get out - unlock the gate with a key, wave the truck through, the truck would stop, and the passenger would then lock the gate again and walk along the right side of the truck. I was in the brush (with its thorns) and had about five seconds to clear my hiding spot and climb onto the back of the truck.





So... ...another truck comes by, and I lost my nerve, but made sure I knew what I was doing - that I had time to do it - and considered the complete ass whopping I was going to receive if I was caught. Well - “fortune favors the bold” my father would tell me often - and this was a bold move. My curiosity overwhelmed me - and when - several hours latter - and it was getting late - I manned up and as the passenger when around the right side of the truck - I liberated myself from the thorns and sprinted for the back of the truck and as it was pulling away - jumped onto the hitch and grabbed hold of the gate. I was surprised to realize that inside was just enough room for me to sit down.

The truck pulled away, and I peaked out the back over the gate and spied on the Ranger station and the ranger going over permits and passes at the gate - seemed like no one spotted me - so good... ...now what? I started to realize my plan was flawed - what was I going to do once they stopped?
Well, I remember thinking - your committed now.

The road winded and went through several small tunnels which at first startled me but came at such regularity I got used to it. Seemed like the truck never went faster than 25mph and eventually came to follow a stream on my left. On the left was towering canyon walls and on my right the same in which the road was cut. At first we went due east and then because of the change of shadow I figured we where headed due south, south east. I marvel at how amazingly beautiful the area was.

I then turned my attention to the two large crates on pallets in the truck - they where five by five by five feet and had stenciled numbers on them - I could not pry the wooded crate open with my hands - so I tried my Swiss army knife and ended that idea when I snapped my longest blade off...

It wasn’t to long after that, that we seemed to arrive at some sort of check point. I ducked in between the two crates sweating bullets - and a good thing I did. I head voices and then the canvas skirt on the back thrown back - I could hear it - but didn’t dare peak around - more voices and a double banging and we where on our way. I guess the “guard” banged on the door - but when I heard it I almost left skid marks in my shorts.
Not to long after that we came to another tunnel, that didn’t seem to end - and as it seems the trip had came to an end. Sweating bullets I made my way to the back of the truck About a hundred yards in to what I thought was a tunnel - the truck stopped and I peaked out the skirt on the back - there where a lot of men in OD greens milling about and doing this and that. I could see the entrance a scant hundred yards away - and realized that I wasn’t in a tunnel but a very large chamber. I peaked out and watched for a little bit until a forklift came and the gate was lowered by some shocked soldier who found himself staring at a six foot tall fourteen year old weighing close to 180 pounds with Nikes, canvas shorts, a t-shirt that said “Star Wars” - with an Afro.

“Hi!” I said.
“Who... ...the hell are you!?” The soldier said. He was very angry and he was unsholdering his M-16A1.
I remember thinking - so much for post seminary school - and lept from the truck.
I stopped and said:
“My name is Michael” - and stuck out my hand for a shake. He only grew angrier and pointed his rifle at me. At this point I wasn’t to scared because he didn’t have a magazine in it yet.
The soldier grabbed a whistle from his lapel and blew it - then the shit hit the fan.
Soldiers in OD Green where coming at me from every direction - but I saw the light at the end of the tunnel - and made for it. I sprinted for it - all the while behind me and to my sides I heard “HALT” and “Stop” - hell I even heard - “ANSCHLAG!!” - it wasn’t until I heard “Stop or we’ll shoot” and “Anschlag oder wir schieben!!!” and that I really started to LITERALLY cry and haul as much ass as my legs would carry. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and I was making for it fast...

About the time I was reaching the exit - soldiers behind me - actually started shooting at me with there rifles - I nearly shit myself and ran even faster zigng and zagging. I made it out the exit and I was still picking up my pace - and bullets actually started flying past me with there most certain deadly whiz my father had taught me about.
I spotted the creek on my left and dove for it. Bad idea. It was shallow, and rocky, and the ten feet superman like swan dive didn’t suppress gravity in the least. The impact nearly knocked me out. I could still hear rifle fire - so in my desperation I pulled myself along chocking on water I as I went with the stream pulling me along - I realized I had the wind knocked out of me. I remember feeling defeated and that my great idea was inherently flawed for I didn’t learn a dam thing.

The distance from the creek to the road was approximately twenty feet of just cliff face I looked up - didn’t see anyone - so I got to my feet - and ran down the creek as fast as I could. The creek bed was rocky and I was tearing my ankles up something fierce - But I ran and ran and ran and ran. When I couldn’t run anymore - I stopped and gulped down water - half drinking half chocking.... I jogged down the creek quite a ways until I found an area that I could get myself up onto the road. I slithered up on my belly to the road.

I was amazed that I didn’t find anyone - so I took to the road and ran west. I realized that I was still bleeding from my nose and face, and knees, shins, knees, elbows, hell - everywhere. I didn’t have time to worry about that - if I had known there where going to be guns - and people shooting at me - I would have never done this in the first place. Hell - I ruined my favorite shirt - and if I got away with this - it would be very hard to explain this to Mom and Dad as to why I was so physically screwed up.

There was no traffic either way so I jogged down the road. I came through several very short tunnels, and started to get back to the beginning of the road. I was happy - looks like I might just get away without getting shot.

Only to come out of another short tunnel to meet two ranger patrol cars blocking the road with park rangers and soldiers all with there guns drawn, and ... ... my father behind them with a scowl on his face that told me he would kill me as soon as there where no witnesses.

I did as I was told and was promptly handcuffed and told to stay where I was - as I did. Then behind me out of sight - some sort of vehicle drove up. A man walked pass me with his group of guards and went to where the park rangers and soldiers and father where standing. There was much handshaking and saluting - which to my surprise the big guy with his guards saluted my father first. I knew what that meant.

After a long discussion, some looks at me - in my disheveled demeanor, some jokes and laughter the scene seemed to lighten and finally the large man - whom now facing me was a captain with a pistol strapped to his leg and my father came over. Some man behind me uncuffed me and I was told to stand.

The Captain spoke first:
“What in gods name gave you the idea to hitch a ride on one of my vehicles into a high security area?”

After a long pause with my head down I said: “I wanted to know what was on Army trucks in a National Park - I was curious that’s all - I didn’t mean to start ‘nothin - just wanted to know that’s all - I didn’t -“

I was cut short.
The captain said; “Well, have you had enough adventure for today young master?”

I was still bleeding:
“Yes”

Captain:
“Well, I guess after this is all said and done you wont be sneaking into anymore secure areas now will you?”

Me:
“No” (I lied)

Captain:
“Well, I guess then, since your so... ...damm curious all the time... ...as your father says.... ...you’ve earned your right to ask me ONE question...”

I didn’t hesitate at all:
“What’s on the trucks?”

Captain:
“Food.”

Me: “Food?”

Captain “Food”

Me: “But - why are - “

The Captain turned to my father and shook his hand, “Joe, it was so nice to meet you, keep up the good work with your son...” He saluted him turned around and looked at me with a grin - shook his head and left without a word.
My father grabbed me by the arm and we started walking down the road, as perhaps ten different ranger patrol cars passed us. We eventually made it to the campsite - where the belt was given to me and then - nothing was else was said about it.... ...for the whole damm trip. I didn’t understand it. He didn’t kill me. Mother didn’t say anything else either. I was never allowed to go off on a walk by myself after that - my father always in accompany with me.


Zion National Park will celebrate a "Century of Sanctuary" in 2009. Zion was set aside as Mukuntuweap National Monument by President William Howard Taft on July 31, 1909.

Sanctuary?

I have never been able to figure out what’s going on there. I would just say that after my little adventure - and being in the Army awhile as a SWORD - that’s it’s a fort - a huge repository of some sort - AND - has underground access to several different facilities around it - to include the Grand Canyon, and a “nearby” military base.

Just thought I would share some of the misadventure while I have been sharing many adventures with you.

There is another story - from when I was even a “Younger” man - to a more sacred place - but that story is far more involved...

Interestingly enough ZION:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zion

Zion (Hebrew), Tiberian, transliterated Zion or Sion) is a term that most often designates the Land of Israel and its capital, Jerusalem. The word is found in texts dating back almost three millennia. It commonly referred to a specific mountain near Jerusalem (Mount Zion), on which stood a Jebusite fortress of the same name that was conquered by David and was named the City of David.

The term Zion came to designate the area of Jerusalem where the fortress stood, and later became a metonym for Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem, the city of Jerusalem and the entire Promised Land to come, in which, according to the Hebrew Bible, God dwells among his chosen people.

Through my days as a young man - when I was not in military school - we travel all over America - mostly west coast - and I have seen every National Park there is. Oh, the wonders - the history...

I have always thought - what would be the NEXT GREAT, immense, National Park with wonders I could dare to explore?


Chew on that...

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SWORD