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This is the true “Back Story” regarding the finding of the Forrest Fenn treasure. This whole treasure hunting episode was and, in some ways, still is an ongoing metaphysical experiment. By using numerology, astrology and remote viewing my wife and I were able to locate the treasure’s locale within weeks of hearing of its existence.
I eventually posted my findings on an internet site and the rest is history. Quite honestly, we may be better off having NOT found the treasure box, but you will have to read the following in order to understand why.
Unfortunately, without the credit for my work, the opportunity to go after other treasures is in jeopardy. As with Marie Norris I have developed a system that has the potential to locate other treasures around the world. According to some accounts and few books on the subject there is trillions of dollars’ worth of other treasures to find out there.
Here’s where we will begin…
(Timeline: Appx. February 2nd, 2013)
It all started when we caught an interview with Forrest Fenn on "The Today Show". There he was describing a treasure that he had hidden some years earlier, a treasure of gold, jewels and rare artifacts. During the interview he offered a clue as to where you could find it. This ongoing interview was to last for several months as Mr. Fenn was to offer a clue a month on "The Today Show" going into the summer months. He had also published a memoir that contained a poem with as he described, "All the clues that one would need to find the treasure": A treasure reportedly worth over one million dollars. This was definitely something worth checking out, so we did. At home, using a combination of astrology and numerology along with remote viewing and remote sensing we had figured out basically where it was within six weeks.
Starting with Mr. Fenn's birth name and his current name, my wife used Pythagorean numerology to see if he was telling the truth. She did so by using a system of numerology that we learned from the late Miss Marie Norris of Ft. Worth Texas. This system, by using a person’s name, has the ability to track a person’s potential activities both in the past as well as the future.
So there at the kitchen table with pencil and paper in hand my wife numerically “tracked” him to his 80th year and sure enough there he was hiding gold in the mountains. The numbers even showed him laughing as he left the treasure behind. This numerical information satisfied my wife's suspicious nature and because of its correlation to my own numerical standing at this time of my life she gave me the “green light” to pursue the treasure. In theory the sympathetic vibration represented by the numbers means that this treasure and I have something in common.
We learned this system of numerology from Miss Norris back in the early 1980's. She was introduced to numerology as a young girl. Her childhood playmate's father happened to be a Rabbi. Somehow, she gained access to his books on the subject. It was the introduction via the ancient Jewish Kabbalistic teachings that started her lifelong study of the numbers. I then learned that she was under contract with several different oil companies to tell them where to drill for oil.
The following is a link to an article about Marie Norris by a client of hers. http://EzineArticles.com/6381514
Marie became a well-known numerologist among those in the oil business in Texas. She was known to be able to instruct the engineers where to drill for a successful well. As I remember, back in the 1970's she had two telephone lines in her home. As long-distance charges were commonly applied to calls made outside a local area’s, a client that may need to call outside the Ft. Worth could use a second phone that she said, "Was paid for by Philip's Petroleum". Marie passed in 1983 and is buried in The Mount Olivet Cemetery in Ft. Worth Texas.
It was just a few days after hearing of the treasure that I decided to use an astrological technique called Horary to locate it. A horary astrological chart is often used to answer a specific question and a "Where is the treasure?" question seemed perfect for this task. The question came to me at 7:54:42 AM on February 28, 2013, in Dallas, Texas, so I 'drew up' a chart for that time and place. Immediately I felt that I had an answer as the chart could easily be read in relation to the question. It had all the right planetary elements in all the right places.
In Western astrology an astrological or horoscope wheel is divided into twelve parts called houses with each house relating to certain characteristics. The 12th house can represent things that are hidden and in the horary chart the 12th house has the Sun, Mercury, Mars, Venus and Neptune all in the sign of Pisces. In an effort to avoid going into an astrological dissertation on planets, aspects, etc.…, Let me just say that all these planets in a sign and house that represents hidden items says that something is indeed hidden there. The question of course is; where is where?
It was only a few days later that my wife while sitting at the breakfast table decided to use her remote viewing capabilities and go to the treasure chest and find out where it was. She is naturally intuitive and particularly good at this having been taught mind control techniques by the late Jack Boisseau, a student of Jose' Silva of the "Silva Mind Control" techniques taught back in the 1970's. Jack went on to create his own course called "Alpha Dynamics" in which one could learn to do remote viewing among other incredible feats one can do with their own mind. She had taken the course back in the 1970’s. I was lucky to take the course when it was offered in the early 1980's and have found the techniques most useful.
So, my wife goes to the box, opens the lid and looks out. The first thing she sees is what she described as limbs or roots dangling down and over the box. Then she goes on to describe an area towards the East that seems to be divided up into rectangular areas by barriers or something. There are also some large trees around the chest, but at a distance. She draws the images on paper and further describes the area including the shape of a mountain across the canyon. The last thing she describes was that if you go out a way from the box there is a steep drop. As she describes; "The land goes boom! Down!" I later found out that she was describing the ravines that were on both sides of what would become the final target area.
Taking that information into consideration I went back to the horary chart for more insights as to where the treasure might be hidden. My focus was to be on that 12th house and all the implications I could find regarding it. One of the first items I had to reconcile was that the 12th house was what is called an intercepted house. That is the house begins with the sign of Aquarius and ends with the sign of Aries while the sign of Pisces is placed or intercepted between the, two. This I thought could give us a clue as to the area the treasure was in. The horary chart had become a topographical type astrological map with an Aquarian side to the West and an Aries side to the East of the Pisces target area right in the middle. So, I began to research astrologically what those particular areas might be like or what they may contain. I started with the Pisces area first. With a copy of a great astrological reference text by Rex E. Bills titled "The Rulership Book" in hand I began my search.
Over and over “The Rulership Book” information kept pointing towards an area that had a religious theme. Pisces being the faith and religious based sign it seemed a natural so I began to look for an area that could contain a religious theme of some sort. I also had to incorporate what my wife had seen along with the clues supplied in Mr. Fenn's poem. Further astrological information was also derived from Rex E. Bill’s book. Among the items and descriptions, I found was that there could be water and a gravel pit in the Pisces area. Special note: The Maverick Trail has a gravel pit lake/pond nearby. The Aquarian area to the West was most likely an area that had been reclaimed Special note: The Cimarron Canyon is reclaimed forest land. The Aries area towards the East should be one that was flat and barren. Special note: That turned out to be Ute Park and east toward the town of Cimarron.
From the beginning, I felt that astrology could be a great aid in locating the treasure. Not only could I do my initial search without leaving the office, I could also save a great deal of time, money and the energy it would take to wander through the woods North of Santa Fe.
One item that I knew could really help was to get Mr. Fenn's birth information so I could draw an astrological chart up on him. After a meager attempt to find the information, I decided to e mail him directly offering what I thought might be the right birth date for confirmation. He was quick to respond, the same day, offering a curt, "If you’re a good astrologer you'll know that date is wrong." With such a response I could only do one thing...find his correct birth date…and so I did. With a little persistence and a web site connected to the Church of Latter-Day Saints I came up with a copy of Forest Fenn's birth certificate. His name's spelling is no typo—Forest was his birth name...he later changed it to the Forrest spelling. With his birth certificate in hand, I was able to draw up his correct astrological chart. His chart became another source of information as to where the treasure was hidden. Mr. Fenn’s chart had very similar characteristics to the horary chart.
I continued to research Mr. Bills' book for clues as well as breakdown Mr. Fenn's poem for more information. "It's in an area North of Santa Fe", Mr. Fenn stated once when he was handing out clues.
So I began a search using United States Geological Survey Topographical maps of Northern New Mexico looking for areas that had a religious theme along with references to warm waters and canyons. It did not take very long to recognize the Cimarron Canyon in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains (English translation Blood of Christ Mountains) and the Maverick Trail as the likely candidate for a target area. This area contained the elements my wife had supplied in her remote viewing as well as the information provided in the horary astrology chart along with the elements alluded to in the poem. By April 24th, 2013, I had made the reservations for a space in the Maverick Campground.
Using every metaphysical study, I had at my disposal I did a self-programming technique that I learned in Alpha Dynamic's. I made an affirmation to myself that I would receive “ALL” the information that I would need to solve this mystery. This is a technique that would prove beneficial many times over in the coming months: One case in particular lead to the solving of one line in the poem. That line was "Put in below the home of Brown". The meaning came to me one morning as I was at the kitchen sink rinsing out a glass. An episode of a 1950's television program called Jeoff s Collie was playing; this was an earlier version of a show better known as Lassie. Well, the lead characters Gramps, Geoff and Lassie were set to go fishing with Gramps driving the crew in his pickup truck to the local fishing hole. When he decides to park and get out he states, "We'll put in here". Not only did this one line in the TV script give me an answer to a line in the poem it also pointed toward another avenue of insights. That is the idea that to understand another's use of words locate their personal library of various literal expressions one might take into consideration the information that person took in during the time between 8 and 24 years of age. As with me growing up during the 60's the words and phrases like freak out and blow you mind were commonplace. Even to this day if I were to find a person in distress I could easily say, "Don't freak out": This line of thinking lead to another clue being revealed. That clue was in Mr. Fenn's poem with a line that was posing a quiz able quandary; "If you've been wise and found the blaze". To me a there seemed correlation between wise and blaze I just needed to figure out what that correlation was, A poem that was first published in 1875 and again revived during World War II held the answer. It was a poem that was around during a time that Mr. Fenn might hear and add to his library of remembered works only to be referenced latter for his treasure clue poem. The old poem goes like this:
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
Why can't we be like that wise old bird?
With this poem in hand, it became obvious that the reference to wise and blaze could be translated to read: Look for an oak tree with a blaze on it!
On May 2nd, 2013, I took the horary and Mr. Fenn's astrology charts to friend and fellow astrologer that had many more years’ experience than I for further examination and confirmation. By this time, I had figured out that the treasure was in Northern New Mexico in the Cimarron Canyon somewhere off the Maverick Trail. One of the first things that astrologer Dian Eichenbaum pointed out was that like the astrology wheel's 12th house where things may be hidden, the 4th house shows where a person hides things. Mr. Fenn's 4th house is a mirror image if the horary chart's 12th house, that is to say it also has the sign of Aquarius at the beginning of the 4th house and Aries at the end with the sign of Pisces in the middle of the house...an intercepted house just like the one in the horary chart. The 4th house in Mr. Fenn's chart has no planets in it like the horary's 12th house does, but that does not matter in this case. Dian also pointed out the 4th house is naturally ruled by the sign of Cancer a water sign. She went on to describe the water signs as areas that often represent hidden areas and that Cancer could be a hidden collection. She also confirmed the proximity of the target area as being not that far from Mr. Fenn's home. One last bit of information she gave me was that I was not likely find the treasure the first time I went to look for it.
Set to go to the Cimarron Canyon and up the Maverick Trail, we arrived in Raton New Mexico on June 9th to meet with our friends from Denver, Donnie and Jennifer. I have to refer somewhere in here to that old adage: You know who you friends are when…In this case you know who your friends are when you are off on a wild goose chase or in this case looking for a treasure using astrology and numerology along with remote viewing. Often, I would mention to folks my story and plans to find a kindly response, "Well, you’re having a good time aren't you". All with a look on their face that said, this poor guy out it…I’ll offer support, after all he's, my friend.
I guess now is as good a time as any to introduce another source of potential information/confirmation I found useful for this trek. It's something I like to call "Supermarket Logic". That is a theory that everything that is properly placed and that words as well as numbers often describe the area they belong to or in. It's a relationship kinda' thing. A type of logic like this can be found within the lyrics of an Elvis Presley hit song "Heartbreak Hotel". In this case it makes perfect sense that you would find Heartbreak Hotel at the end of Lonely Street verses Happiness Avenue. So how does it work here in the treasure hunt you may ask? Often words we are accustomed have often morphed from the original meaning. That is the case with the word Maverick. Most folks including myself identify the word Maverick with a television series about daring free spirited gamblers in the old West, but it's different according to my five-inch-thick Webster's dictionary published back in 1954. It's definition of the word Maverick goes as follows: n. {So called from Samuel Maverick, a Texas cattle owner who did not brand his cattle. his herds stampeded and mixed with the neighboring cattle, and in rounding them up all un-branded cattle were claimed as Maverick's}
1. In the cattle-raising region of western North America, an un-branded animal found in the roundup and either branded by the owner of the ranch or sold for the benefit of the community.
2. Anything obtained by appropriating the property of another.
June 11th, 2013, we arrive at the Maverick Campground ready to go and find the treasure. With water, a compass, sunscreen, a protective hat and clothing I thought I was totally ready for the mountain. Donnie and I headed off like Don Quixote and company in search of that impossible dream. We headed straight up the Maverick trail for about a mile or so then we turned east towards the town of Ute Park in order to find the mountain profile view that Betty Ann had seen in her remote viewing. Using a printed topographical map of the area we kept up with what part of the woods we were into some degree, but we failed to reach the area we had planned to investigate. After several hours of wandering unsuccessfully through the woods we turned back with disappointment and fatigue. With a compass to lead us back to the main trial I found out what mountain sickness was all about In between throwing up water and having to set down every few minutes or so. On the way down I did catch a glimpse of the mountain Betty Ann had described in her remote viewing. There it is I said to Donnie...that's what Betty Ann saw! After that we stumbled upon a side trail that would lead us back to the main trail. Once we made it down to the roadway Betty Ann and Jennifer were waiting in a worried state. We had been running around that mountain for a little over eight hours, a few more that we had planned. I was totally exhausted and ended up in a prone position in the back of the car for the trip to Denver. The next day Betty Ann drove back to Dallas as I lay in the back of the car still recuperating from the ordeal. Once we reached much lower elevation oxygen started to reintroduce itself to my body and I became reasonably cognitive again. The first thing I said to Betty Ann was in reference to a man that had approached Donnie and I as we started towards the trail head. That was early in the morning and this guy asked us, "Are you going to the Maverick Trail?" Well, anyone that has spent any time in campgrounds and camping knows inherently that there is a certain campground etiquette that calls for a general opening statement such as good morning or how are you today...Not a request of specific information as to ones activities. So, after coming to and remembering that inquisitive guy at the campground I said the B. A., "That guy was a fly on the wall wasn't he?" To which she said, “Yes".
It truly was a “Mad, Mad, Mad World” movie scenario that was created when Mr. Fenn let loose that he had hidden a multi-million treasure north of Santa Fe. Now, in hindsight I can see that I'm not the only bright light on Broadway. That is, it has become obvious that I was not the only hopeful that decided the treasure was hiding somewhere off the Maverick Trial. Not only was this area a target to the treasure hunters to be but also to law enforcement officials of every size shape and department intent on claiming the treasure for themselves. As we drove along B. A. went on to describe the activities she witnessed down at the campground level while Donnie and I were playing Man of La Mancha in the mountains. There was the traditional unmarked white van with coal black windows that idled for hours at the trailhead, the fly fisherman that buzzed around the two girls while casting his line in the heat of the day and the "Retired Diplomat" setting up in a petite campsite with his new tent, new chair and cooler...all with the price tags still attached. All these activities made little sense other than to fit the category of a multi-faceted surveillance team at work. I still wonder if a Mad, Mad, Mad World's version of Captain Culpepper was among them. After all a person representing New Mexico had been on television saying that if the treasure was found in New Mexico on state property it belonged to the state. This later led me to research the laws regarding this treasure hunting task and all I could find in terms of illegality were that you can't use an metal detector, you can' dig up anything and you can't posses anything that is known stolen goods and any contraband. It seemed that the old saying, "There ought to be a law" might fit this situation as there aren't...best I can tell.. .any laws against retrieving the treasure, but I'm sure after this there will be one that will fit this scenario to a 'T'.
So, we are back in Dallas, and I write Mr. Fenn about my experience and the watchers.
We returned to Dallas and went back to work and our regular routine. It wasn't long before I sat down and wrote Mr. Fenn. Based on our remote viewing and astrological research I described where the treasure chest was hidden. I never got a response, but after that letter describing where the treasure was, he ceased offering any more clues and appearing on "The Today Show". This was not the only Fenn related coincidence during the search! A month or so went by when one day at the frame shop a man walked in and up to the sales counter. My, ever psychic, wife went up front to wait on him and in no time at all she was asking him; "So, what do you think of the Forrest Fenn treasure?" Always psychically attuned she had taken him aback for a moment. He then responded that he actually knew Mr. Fenn and he went on to describe his gallery and business acumen. Busted? I have to say, we get customers through the door every day and my wife never opens up a conversation in such a way. We figured Mr. Fenn had sent him by to check us out. My wife is pretty good at that kind of spontaneous psychic radar.
Knowing we were in the right area from seeing the mountain range my wife described we had no other alternative but to go back again. Because of the strong police presence at the trail head, instead of asking a friend to venture into a potential legal quagmire, I felt it better to go back alone. For now, we had to go back to work and save our pennies if we were to go back anytime soon.
We really had to literally save pennies for this venture as we had filed for personal bankruptcy back in 2012. So when Mr. Fenn stated that he wanted to give hope to those had lost so much during the “Great Recession” I personally knew what he was addressing.
The earliest we could go back would be in the March of 2014. It seemed to be a good time, so we set our sights on the first of the month. This time we would fly into Albuquerque then rent a car and drive around northern New Mexico before driving back to Dallas. We flew out of Dallas Love Field early one morning arriving in New Mexico around noon. Then it's off to the car rental counter where we find that this particular rental agency requires that you have a round trip ticket in order to rent a car. They said it was stated somewhere down in the extra fine print. Geeeze!
What a bummer...Now what? The agencies line of reasoning seemed to be that if you don't have a return ticket you are more likely to take the car and drive off into the sunset like Thelma and Louise. Well, we were lucky...after checking with all the car rental counters in the airport we found one that trusted that we would return that car to them once we were through with it and so we got a car and took off for the treasure.
It was supposed to snow during the time we would be in the area which was what I wanted: “The worst the weather the better”. It was from hearing tales of the old rum runners and pot smugglers that they often chose bad weather conditions to work in verses conditions that contained clear sunny skies. The theory was that law enforcement would be kept busy with weather related activities and naturally for comforts sake would refrain from exposing themselves to such conditions. With the ever-present police activities at the trailhead last June bad weather was an element that could work to my advantage as I wished to come and go un-noticed as much as possible this time.
We ended up driving through heavy show at times in the ski resort section of Northern New Mexico before we arrived at Raton where we spent the night. Early the next morning we had a small breakfast then headed to the Cimarron Canyon and the Maverick Trail. There was just a trace of snow fall and it was still early when we arrived, about 7:30, just a little after sunrise. My wife pulled over to the trailhead, I said bye and we parted she in the car towards Angel Fire and me towards the main trail. This trail is actually a four-wheeled trail that has a ramp from the road that leads to it. I quickly started up the ramp as B.A. drove off and soon found that I was running short of breath...after all the altitude here was around 8,000 feet and I've spent my entire life at around sea level...maybe 500 feet or so higher at times. In no time I was stopping every few minutes to catch a breath or two. Mr. Fenn really meant it when he wrote in his poem that, "...it's no place for the meek". That initial walk up the main trail is about a half a mile long and rises about 200 feet in elevation over that length. Becoming oxygen deprived really complicates things. Your ability to think becomes impaired which can easily affect ones sense of direction, time and capabilities. Despite the hindrance I kept going up the main trail till I got to an area that I had spotted using Google Earth. I had begun using the Google Earth program once I got back from the first trip. It had become a cheap way to get to the canyon and look for clues. The one clue I had was that there was what appeared to be a side trail off to the right of the main trail and my hope was to take that towards Ute Park and the view that my wife had psychically seen earlier. I made it to the side trail I was looking for and headed east for about 50 yards before the trail became an open area that looked like some sort of party place for beer drinking locals.
Evidence of small campfires and empty beer cans left that impression. So, I headed back to the main trail and ventured further up in elevation. Occasionally a light dusting of snow would filter through the forest air as I ventured forth. I had put together a wardrobe that was fitting our budget. For lower thermal protection I took a pair of silk pajamas and lined my 501 blue jeans with them. My upper protection consisted of a tee shirt under a silk shirt with the same yellow heavy cotton long sleeve shirt I had worn the first time I was on the mountain. Topped off with a hat I used while working in the garden at home. Of course, I had brought plenty of water and trail mix too.
After checking out several false leads and about a half a mile up the trail I found that side trail that Donnie and I had come down previously. I knew that this would at least lead me to the direction I needed to go so I headed off on it to see what I could see. It wasn't long before I found myself literally stuck in the mud. Up there the dirt is fairly fine in places where it is open and exposed...well this little area held enough mud to add about two pounds in weight to each of my running shoes. The combination of no oxygen, fatigue and frustration were taking its toll. After cleaning the mud off my shoes and finding a muddy field awaiting me I decided to turn back and call it quits. I had a watch with me the only one I had ever owned and had bought specifically for this trek. The watch said that I had been on the mountain for a little over five hours.
During those hours a few flurries passed over my head but nothing threatening except for the cougar tracks spotted early on. By the size of the tracks, I figured it to be about a forty or so pound cat. By early afternoon my wife had returned to Raton and was having lunch when on the restaurants TV monitor, she saw what to her looked like a blizzard heading straight for the Cimarron Canyon.
We had decided to meet at the trailhead at an arranged time and I got there about an hour early. Resting on an embankment with snow flurries hitting my face I was totally exhausted and ready to leave. We had a set of walkie-talkies in order to communicate if needed and to let each other know that one was ready to be picked up by the other. Well “Rum Dumb” by now, running tired and with about 25% less oxygen than usual I managed to send a signal that I would not be down for another hour when I saw her drive by. An hour later B.A. arrived at the trailhead, picked me up and we headed back to Raton for the night.
Then I go back in April of 2014 with an old customer Mr. Tripp and his friend big Mike. Have new boots...We cover a lot of ground in one day but come up empty handed, Tripp decided not to go any further and I'm back on my own.
Then we go back in Aug. 6, 2014...catch C-def. on plane and fall out for several days... I began to see how important meteorology was as the monsoon season cut exploring time to one day...Go to the West of the trail across the Maverick creek, looking at the rocky outcrops that are found at the tops of the peaks...borrow backpack from Tripp and upon returning to Denver Tripp gives us Mr. Fenn’s book TToTC.
At the Denver Airport and beginning to wonder if we were out of our minds, I started to read the books dust jacket. Almost immediately I found the dust jacket offered confirmation for our findings. The first and major clue that Mr. Fenn alludes was placed in plain view! And in plain words: Just rearranged a bit!
The text reads like this: “But it takes mettle enough to strike the trail and enough confidence in a maverick to know that the treasure is really there…”
Translated it reads: Take the Maverick Trail, the treasure is really there.”
(Have Garmin GPS now)
April of 2015 fly to Denver and stay at airport hotel nearby. B.A. joins me as I go back to inventory the trees. Also look for view that B.A. described. At this point I am looking for a stand of Gambel Oaks that could possess a blaze. This trip became known the march of dimes. I have three sections to check out. It was the last section that caught my attention as it offered a view of the mountain canyon. It was unspoiled by the scars of ski slopes and entanglement of telephone poles strung with wires. I knew this was the view that Mr. Fenn would have appreciated and that it must be part of the answer as to where the treasure was hidden. This area became my prime target for the search.
The march of dimes thing is that I found dimes several times along the trip. First was at the airport check in counter on the way to Denver. Another was found at a convenience store counter and another at the airport waiting area upon leaving Denver. All these instances can be easily explained away as these areas all have heavy traffic along with people reaching into their pockets and dropping loose change in the process. Only one chance encounter in the middle of the woods more than 100 yards from any trail and on a rock the size of a breakfast table was a very shiny dime along with two pennies. How it got there is up for speculation IMHO.
October of 2015, we return to mountain via Amarillo with sinus headache from hell. Stay in Trinidad with rent car. We had just left accountants and a 6k tax bill. I made one trip with a return down west side ravine. Not so bad of a ravine, but not as nice as main trail. Return home after several trips to the target area.
April 2016, we went back and found the rockslide I thought might be an open area via I phone...Made two trips up to the target area but plans for a third trip back but was stopped by bad weather. Stayed one night in awful motel then discovered nice one with pool. Returned to Denver and flew home to Dallas.
Note: Once we returned home and after seeing the boots, I was wearing she mentioned that she had seen those boots from the vantage point of the treasure and that I must have walked by it. Several psychics and astrologers also stated that I had passed by it several times. I can’t tell you how frustrating that was!
Took a year off then went back in April 2017 and I alone go back to Trinidad via Amarillo. I had the scale model of the mountain and canyon with me. First trip postponed because of high winds. Second and third trips reach target area. On the last trip the Garmin battery died close to sunset. Without directions and in order to return to the car before dark, I had to return via one of the deadly ravines that are there. I say deadly because of the animal carcasses I found that had slipped and fallen there. I drive 600 miles straight back to Dallas the next day.
Go back in October of 2017 ...return down hearted and read info from astrology book that says "will reveal hidden treasures" as well as article regarding Pluto inconjunct natal Pluto and resulting feelings. I plan to go back in spring of 2018...figure out the Fenn quote of "people have been within 500 and 200 feet"...
In early December of 2018, at the frame shop, I was waiting on a customer when he asked what I had been up to lately. Now, I have to say right off that this particular customer is not the type of person that would make things up or try to play a joke. I mentioned that I was searching for a treasure. It was then that he put his hands up and held them about ten inches apart and said, “It’s a box about this size”. I said yes. He then described the box contents, “It’s full of gold coins”. I said yes. He then went on and stated, “There is a gold cross lying on top of the contents”. I said I don’t know. He went on to say that the treasure had a curse on it and that the person that found it would die.
Of course, it was common knowledge that the chest was about ten inches wide and that it was full of gold coins.
The gold cross was not common knowledge.
The curse was something I did not pay attention to as I kept going back to search. And a curse did not make any sense. Who would place a curse on the chest? I did not find out that answer until the fall of 2019. It was then that my wife, watching a “Paranormal Mystery” type episode, saw that the Ute Indians had a propensity to put curses on things connected to their former territory
So, on December 10, 2017, I sent an email to Mr. Fenn asking about the gold cross.
This is what the email said:
“Season’s greetings Mr. Fenn,
Hope all is well with you today.
Question: Did you lay a gold cross on top of the contents before you put the box in place?
Thank you for your response,
Randy Ruyle”
As I mentioned before, the first email response regarding his date of birth came back so fast it made my head spin: Telling me how wrong I was and with an attitude too!
But this time I got no response at all! At least he could come back and tell me again how wrong I was again! However, he did respond in another way. It was early in 2018 he publicly stated that he; "had a hunch that the treasure would be found that following summer”. Did he think I had the chest at this point and was just fooling around with him? Or did he inadvertently confirm what Rocky had said to me at the frame shop?
I took the next year and a half off while making another scale model of the target area. During the time off the trail I had several consultations with various psychics and astrologers. One Vedic astrologer actually came up with the same description of the chest’s surrounding area. The astrologer described it as behind “a tied bundle of roots”. My wife’s remote viewing description was that it was behind tree limbs or roots. Along the Maverick Trail and the side trail you will see examples of this. It happens when erosion eats away at the ground where a tree has taken root on a slope. And everywhere you look you will see slopes. The target area has hardly any space that is flat.
Went back in spring of 2019 drove to Trinidad via Amarillo and went up several times. Covered the target area but to no avail. Had scale model
Went back in fall of 2019, via Denver, stayed at Air BB for final time. Went to Trinidad and made several trips. Came back empty.
Flew back to Dallas on October 18th and the next day I posted “the solve” on Dal’s site. Under the section “I think the treasure is here” I posted my findings.
I received several replies to my post, but one in particular stood out. It showed up in my email on a numerical accent date of April 18th, 2020.
The email described a person that had read my instructions and was going to travel over 2,000 miles to follow them to hunt for the treasure.
(To see that email and the instructions go to this YouTube video link)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wl7QLAinpPM
Now it is November of 2022, and the treasure is being sold at Heritage Auctions…Ironically just a few blocks from our own retail location. Since the treasure was recovered, I have tried to contact Jack (the finder) both physically and psychically. Others have worked on it psychically as well and they all come back with a very negative feeling…there’s a bad vibe around the whole thing.
As mentioned before…Unfortunately, without the credit for my work, the opportunity to go after other treasures is in jeopardy. As with Marie Norris, I have developed a system that has the potential to go after other treasures and according to a few books on the subject there are trillions of dollars’ worth of sunken ships and other opportunities to find out there.