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  • Linette Sukup
    This is interesting and well-written. I d love to find the place, if for no reason other than collecting crystals. Peace. Linette ... From: Jenny
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      This is interesting and well-written. I'd love to find the place, if for no
      reason other than collecting crystals.

      Peace.
      Linette


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      From: "Jenny" <jenny328@...>
      To: <ufotruthseekers@yahoogroups.com>
      Sent: Saturday, May 01, 2004 9:32 AM
      Subject: [ufotruthseekers] Mysteries in the Arizona Mountains


      > This is a rather long article published in The Tucson Weekly, but its
      interesting to read if you have some time.
      >
      > http://www.tucsonweekly.com/gbase/currents/Content?oid=oid:47018
      >
      >
      > Mysteries in the Mountains
      >
      > A real-life Twilight Zone may exist in Southeastern Arizona near the
      Mexican border.
      >
      > By RON QUINN
      >
      > Deep in the mountains close to the Mexican border, a mysterious place
      exists where time is altered at random.
      >
      > A joke? Not according to Ron Quinn.
      > Quinn first submitted his stories to The Weekly's former editor, Michael
      Parnell, in November 2002. Upon his departure in January, Parnell passed
      them on to current Weekly Editor Jimmy Boegle.
      > The Weekly staff decided to publish them; after all, they are quite
      compelling. Plus, Quinn's got some credibility; a life-long treasure hunter,
      Ron Quinn's stories have been appeared in Arizona Highways, Treasure
      Magazine and Fate.
      > The Weekly does not know the location of the site Mr. Quinn speaks of, nor
      could we verify the events mentioned. Therefore, we present his anecdotes as
      interesting stories--nothing more.
      > --Irene Messina
      >
      > This fascinating journey into the unknown began in early 1956 and still
      remains an unsolved mystery today.
      > It all began during a two-year adventure into Southern Arizona in search
      of lost mines and hidden Spanish treasures. High among the rugged terrain
      bordering Mexico, my brother Chuck and I discovered a location where time
      itself is altered. This natural freak of nature lies deep within a region
      seldom visited by modern man.
      > The reason I'm bringing this tale to light after all this time is because
      something in the works might effect this interesting place. Tucson Electric
      Power Company plans on building a 345,000-watt high-voltage transmission
      line from Tucson to Nogales. The line could come quite close to this site.
      > When this line becomes active, what, if anything, will this enormous
      voltage do to this delicate location? Enhance the natural energy already
      lurking within it, or nothing? Only time will tell.
      > The following stories all took place around this mysterious location.
      >
      > Lights in the Sky
      > This all began after my release from the military. My brother Chuck asked
      if I'd be interested in taking an extended trip to Arizona to search for
      several of the legendary lost treasures allegedly hidden during the Spanish
      occupation. This ignited my adventurous spirit, so plans were made. We saved
      enough capital, with the help of our parents, for two years. I was 23; Chuck
      was 26.
      >
      > We left Tacoma, Wash., on March 20, 1956. Our final destination was
      Arivaca, Ariz., a small desert hamlet of perhaps 70 residents. This old
      adobe village was located squarely in the center of the country harboring
      some of these well-known hidden treasures.
      > About three weeks into this treasure game, Chuck and I were relaxing at
      camp one evening. Towards the south, the craggy peaks of the Tumacacori
      Mountains were silhouetted against the darkening sky.
      > Our attention was directed toward two large balls of blue-green lights
      slowly descending behind the mountains several miles away. They were not
      flares, as no sound of aircraft broke the silence of the night. Both
      vanished within minutes.
      > The following night at precisely the same time, 8:05 p.m., the lights
      appeared once again near the identical location. These also disappeared
      behind the peaks.
      > Several days later, Louie Romero, a local cowboy who rode for the Arivaca
      Ranch, stopped by. Over several weeks, we became friends and learned a great
      deal of the history about the area from him. While in Arivaca, we heard from
      the locals that if Louie tells you something, you can bet your life it's the
      truth.
      > During one of his weekly visits, Louie told us many stories centering
      around the nearby mountains. Several bordered on the paranormal. After
      describing the odd lights we had seen, he smiled, saying he and others have
      spotted them since 1939 in the same location. Over the months, we saw them
      several more times.
      >
      > Doorway to the Gods
      > One day, as we were returning to Arivaca, we spotted an old truck parked
      beside the road with a flat tire. Not having a spare, the gentleman stood
      beside his vehicle trying to hitch a ride to the nearest service station. We
      picked him up and soon arrived at the Kinsley Ranch and gas station.
      >
      > After having the tire repaired, we returned John, an Indian, to his truck
      where we mounted the tire for him. John couldn't thank us enough, as not
      many white men had shown him such kindness.
      > A month or so later at camp, we spotted a rider approaching--and were
      surprised to see it was John. He told us he was working temporarily for a
      local ranch, checking the fence lines.
      > While talking in general about the surrounding country, Chuck mentioned we
      were treasure hunting. As a boy, John said he heard many of the tales of
      lost mission gold and silver. He also believed some of the tales were true,
      as treasure was found in 1907 near Nogales.
      > Later, John told us about a mysterious stone archway. Roy told him we came
      across such a formation south of camp. John's first words were, "Did you
      walk through its opening?"
      > Walt answered, "No. We noticed it while descending a slope, but paid
      little attention to the oddity."
      > John told us around the 1800s, three Indians were hunting and upon
      returning to their village, discovered a stone archway. Being in a jubilant
      mood, they began chasing one another through the opening in a playful
      manner.
      > Moments later, one jumped through but never emerged from the opposite
      side. Fearing they had entered some sacred ground of the gods, the remaining
      two fled the scene. Arriving at the village, they told the medicine man how
      their friend had vanished before their eyes.
      > As the story spread, others journeyed to the high plateau to gaze upon the
      stone structure. Rocks and other items were tossed through, but nothing
      occurred--until an elderly woman approached. Tossing in a live rabbit, it
      suddenly vanished. The Indians backed off in fear and spread the story of
      this "Doorway to the Gods," as it came to be known.
      > John himself has been to the site on many occasions. The only time he
      witnessed anything strange was around 1948. A big storm had blown in, and
      the sky was filled with dark clouds in all directions. As he rode past the
      archway, he noticed the sky through its opening was blue--no clouds were
      visible. Dismounting, he walked cautiously toward the formation and peered
      through. The mountains on the other side hadn't changed, but the sky was
      clear. Looking around the corner of the structure, the sky was once again
      covered with dark clouds. Fear gripped him and he rode off.
      > Some believe John was looking into another time period through the portal.
      We asked John: If the story was indeed true, why hadn't it been
      investigated? He replied that only his people knew of the story, as it had
      never been mentioned outside the tribe. The only reason he told us was
      because we had shown him kindness while stranded beside the highway.
      > Curious, we decided to make another trip to the remote site with Roy
      Purdie and Walter Fisher--two fellow treasure hunters who were camping with
      us. It's a rugged climb, and the torturous, craggy mountains play no
      favorites. Enter their domain, make an error, and you'll be added to the
      list of the injured and missing.
      > This mysterious area is covered with windswept rock formations that dot
      the landscape. Searching further, we discovered an enormous deposit of
      geodes. The ground was littered with them. Some had broken open, revealing
      their crystal-lined interiors.
      > As we approached the archway, the structure took on a menacing appearance.
      It stood beside a rocky slope, and was perhaps 7 feet high by 5 feet in
      width. Its columns measured approximately 15 inches in diameter and were
      made of andesite.
      > Chuck jokingly tossed several rocks through, but nothing happened. Next, I
      placed my arm in. Roy, the superstitious member of our foursome, said I was
      flirting with danger if the story was true. Knowing his nature towards the
      unknown, I decided to play a joke. I suddenly yelled, like something was
      pulling me through. Jumping back, I began laughing as Roy cussed me out. By
      now, we were all close friends, so no offense was taken.
      > After several hours we departed this interesting location, carrying a
      number of geodes. I remember glancing back at this lonely part of the world,
      wondering if there was truly something within the area that could alter time
      at random. Was it just the archway itself, or were other unknown natural
      forces at play?
      > We would definitely discover the answer--at least to the time-altering
      question.
      >
      > Horses From Beyond
      > It was roundup time on the Arivaca Ranch. That evening, Louie and several
      others were camping beside the corral just north of the mountains to get an
      early start the following morning.
      >
      > As they sat around having coffee and making small talk, Louie noticed how
      still the night was. Most evenings, one could hear the night sounds of the
      desert. But this time it was unusually quiet, and the livestock seemed
      restless.
      > As they were about to bed down, they suddenly heard the rumbling of
      approaching horses. As the sound grew closer, one could hear the clattering
      of hoofs among the rocks accompanied by the whinnying of many horses. As the
      sound increased, the boys dove for cover, expecting to see a herd of horses
      stampeding through camp. But as the rumbling reached the opposite side of a
      nearby canyon, it abruptly ended.
      > The following morning, they searched, but found no evidence of horses.
      Louie mentioned wild horses once roamed the country around the turn of the
      century. Were Louie and the others caught on the outer edge of some time
      change?
      > It turns out they were near our mysterious archway.
      > (Before continuing, I'd like to set forth a theory told to us by a party
      well-versed in the field of the strange and paranormal: Perhaps an enormous
      deposit of geodes beneath the surface might be effecting time in some
      mysterious manner. When all the natural elements --the vibration of the
      crystals, the electricity in the atmosphere and the magnetic fields in the
      earth--come together at the precise moment, laws of nature are turned
      topsy-turvy, and things occur beyond our understanding. It could be like
      dropping a stone into a pool of calm water--the archway being the stone and
      the waves expanding outward could be the natural forces. These might reach
      anywhere from several yards to a mile. Depending upon the activation,
      everything within this radiating circle could be thrown into a different
      period of time. When it fades, things return to normal.)
      >
      > Ghostly Padre
      > This story was told by a reliable rancher and also took place within the
      shadows of the puzzling archway. It involves the appearance of a Spanish
      padre long since dead: a ghost--or perhaps not.
      >
      > Several hundred years earlier, a Jesuit priest, whose name has long since
      been forgotten, built a small mission east of Arivaca. The residents gave
      their most treasured possessions to him for safe-keeping, as they feared
      robbery. These were hidden somewhere near the church grounds.
      > One morning, a Mexican woodchopper found the elderly padre dead. After he
      was put to rest, the villagers suddenly realized he was the only one who
      knew the location of their valuables. They searched, but nothing was ever
      found.
      > Over the years, many cowboys and others have reported seeing a dark-robed
      figure walking near the site of the old mission, which has long since
      crumbled back into the dry earth. The description given resembles that of a
      Spanish padre. One rancher told us quite frankly, "Nobody will ever convince
      me otherwise. I know what I saw that afternoon. The figure wasn't any ghost.
      It walked across a wash disturbing the gravel and casting a long shadow."
      > The figure slowly became transparent, shimmered several times then
      vanished.
      > Again, was the witness caught in another trick of time produced by the
      site? Or was he himself back in the 18th century, watching the padre going
      about his daily rounds? Too bad our rancher didn't see the mission. That
      would be hard evidence he wasn't in his own time.
      >
      > Spanish Soldiers
      > Another mind-boggling story involves two cowboys out searching for a sick
      bull. Both separated and rode off in different directions. One rider paused
      atop a hill searching the country below with his binoculars. Suddenly, he
      felt a stone bounce off his hat. Turning, he expected to find his companion
      had tossed it jokingly, but nobody was there. Another stone hit his arm, but
      once again nothing was seen.
      >
      > While scanning the terrain again, he spotted his friend several hundred
      yards below. In the distance, he saw the bull. Waving, he shouted to his
      partner signaling to him which direction to go.
      > While descending the hill, he spotted a group of six riders traveling
      eastward. They rode in single file and were about half a mile off.
      > Stopping, he looked through his field glasses--and was amazed at what he
      saw. His description of the horsemen resembled pictures he had seen of
      Spanish soldiers with tunics, lances and helmets. He followed their
      movements until the scene "shimmered" and faded.
      > Once again, this occurred near the archway's realm. A column of soldiers
      traveling east? The only fort in that direction was the presidio located at
      Tubac during the Spanish occupation.
      >
      > Indian Revisited
      > During the mid-1940s, Louie and another ranch hand came upon the skeletal
      remains of what appeared to be that of an ancient Indian. Beside the body
      was a rotted bow. The Indian's clothing was of animal skins, and a leather
      moccasin clung to one foot. The skull and one leg were missing.
      >
      > Could this have been the Indian who vanished so long ago? The body was
      discovered less than a mile south of our strange location. They buried the
      remains nearby, marking the grave with several large rocks. Louie noted that
      the body didn't resemble 200-year-old remains.
      > Before hearing the above tale, I often wondered what became of the Indian
      allegedly swallowed by the archway. If the portal was visible from the
      opposite side, why didn't he come back through? He might have never noticed
      a change and, to him, his friends had disappeared. Not finding them, he
      eventually returned to his village and perhaps also found it missing.
      Perhaps he was somehow transported forward in time, and for some unknown
      reason, died on that lonely hillside, only to be found by Louie years later.
      >
      > The Shimmer
      > One day, Walt and Roy had their own weird experience near the stone
      portal. They returned there because Walt wanted to collect some geodes for
      friends in Tucson.
      >
      > Looking toward the archway, both saw it appear to shimmer. According to
      Walt, this lasted several minutes before it slowly faded. During this
      period, both felt a strange pressure within their ears.
      > Roy said, "That's it Walt. I'm outta here." After gathering a number of
      geodes, both left with Roy leading the way--rather fast.
      > During the summer months, temperatures can reach 110 degrees. The heat
      waves dancing off a flat surface can make objects appear to shimmer while
      looking through them. But this was mid-January and the temperature was
      around 60 or so.
      > Old Roy would never again return to the site, no matter how we tried to
      persuade him.
      > Was the shimmering and ear sensation the beginning of some activation that
      never reached its full potential? Seeing the expression on Roy's face after
      he returned to camp--take my word, it happened.
      >
      > Ghost Camp
      > A number of individuals have disappeared from the unfriendly rugged hills
      over the years. Did some make the unfortunate mistake of entering the portal
      at the wrong time? The following suggests that possibility.
      >
      > While the four of us were checking out an old silver workings, we came
      upon a deserted miners camp that Louie had told us about weeks earlier.
      Everything was left behind--rotted clothing, tools, drill steel, old
      blankets and cooking utensils. Everything was there to maintain a functional
      camp. By the looks of several items, I'd say the site was active during the
      1930s.
      > It looked as though somebody just walked away and never returned--or
      couldn't. The camp was almost a mile from the bizarre site high above. Did
      this party fall victim to it, or did he become discouraged with mining and
      abandon camp? I find this highly unlikely.
      > We also heard a story about a lone prospector who arrived each October and
      remained until spring. This continued for several years. One day, he
      vanished, leaving his horse, wagon and camp behind. It was located near a
      saddle in the mountains--just north of you know what. A body was never
      found.
      > We visited this site and found a deep shaft nearby with numerous open cuts
      on a hill. Was he prospecting or treasure hunting? It was rumored that some
      bandit's loot--two bags of gold coins--was buried within this area.
      > Stories like this keep people like us searching.
      >
      > Stones From the Heavens
      > Another close encounter occurred about 14 months into our treasure game, a
      game that seemed to be going nowhere.
      >
      > While in Arivaca picking up needed supplies, we met three other treasure
      hunters. They were in the area for a month seeking the famous "Lost Treasure
      of Carreta Canyon" hidden by the fleeing padres from the Tumacacori Mission
      during the great Pima uprising of 1751.
      > We invited them to stop by camp and gave them directions. Several weeks
      later, they arrived and had an interesting story to tell. By chance, while
      traveling overland, they camped near the mouth of the canyon leading to the
      strange area. We discovered this when one pointed to their campsite on his
      map.
      > While relaxing one evening after a long, tiring search for this elusive
      treasure, they heard a sound like rain hitting the tent. Stepping outside,
      they saw the sky was clear. All at once a shower of hundreds of small stones
      came cascading down around them. Most were the size of a large pea, were
      reddish brown and resembled hematite, an iron ore.
      > Picking several up, they noticed they were quite warm to the touch. Their
      camp wasn't located near any high cliffs where the stones could have
      originated. George, a member of the group, jokingly said: "Perhaps we're
      camping on some ancient Indian burial ground and the spirits want us to
      leave." He had read an article about an incident similar to this occurring
      on a burial ground somewhere in the Midwest.
      > By now, one has to admit something quite out of the ordinary encircles
      this strange site. I won't definitely say their encounter with the warm
      stones had anything to do with our odd out-of-time region. Indian spirits or
      not, something weird occurred while they sat relaxing in their tent.
      >
      > My Encounter
      > After our two-year adventure ended without finding buried gold or lost
      mines, we returned to Washington State for almost a year. We then moved to
      Arizona, making Tucson our home.
      >
      > Most of our adult lives have been one long adventure after the other. If
      Roy and Walt arrived at our door with some wild treasure lead, we'd be off
      with them the next day. To live such a lifestyle, we all remained single. We
      were one big happy family of devil-may-care adventurers.
      > The strange experience I had occurred on Oct. 14, 1973. During one of our
      two-week adventures, I found myself near the canyon that leads towards that
      oddball site. Not having been there in almost four years, I decided to pay
      it a visit. The canyon was just as rugged as ever. After climbing and
      slipping among the boulders, I finally arrived at the steep hill leading to
      the site above.
      > It's a long, weary climb, so I paused for a breather half way up. I sat on
      the slope facing north. Too my left (west), the steep hill followed the
      canyon perhaps a mile, but something was definitely wrong. Below to my left
      was a canyon--where none had existed. Curious, I made my way down, entering
      it from the eastside, so I thought.
      > I soon discovered I was in the same canyon that led toward the hill I had
      just scaled. I was more than 250 yards back down the canyon on a different
      slope and now I was facing south--I had mysteriously been transported to the
      new location. Thinking I was looking west, I was really looking east seeing
      the canyon I had just hiked.
      > There was no way on earth I could have reached this other slope while
      climbing the original hill. Knowing where I was, suddenly I knew why this
      had happened. Any skepticism I had about this crazy site vanished.
      > I was apprehensive about continuing and should have departed the area
      immediately. But curiosity led me on. I made the grueling climb once again,
      passing the spot where minutes before I had been resting.
      > I realized that if something within this site caused my teleportation, I
      might not even be in my own time. What a frightening thought that was. I
      felt somewhat alarmed over the incident that occurred.
      > Soon, I arrived at the site and looked around. Everything appeared normal.
      No shimmering effects, lights or other odd observations were observed.
      However, I noticed how silent it was--not a breeze, a birdcall, nothing.
      Looking down, I saw the hairs on my arms standing straight up like being
      near static electricity. I began feeling uneasy and decided to leave.
      > It seemed each time we visited this twilight zone, we'd discover another
      geological oddity, and this time was no different. While descending the
      hill, I found an outcropping of thunder eggs--a cryo-crystalline variety of
      quartz found in egg-shaped nodules. We had searched this area before, and I
      couldn't understand how we missed seeing them. After gathering several, I
      continued on.
      > If what happened was caused by this tricky mysterious region, I didn't
      want to perhaps get zapped a second time and wind up God knows where. I was
      quite relieved when I climbed from the canyon and found my Jeep where I had
      left it three hours earlier.
      > Glancing skyward, I spotted a jet passing over. I sure was happy it wasn't
      some prehistoric bird. I joke now, but something serious could have occurred
      while in the presence of that weird, upside-down area.
      > That evening at camp, I tried to arrive at some satisfactory answer to
      what may have happened. Some force could have been released from the area,
      but being well below the site, I didn't receive its full impact. Anyway,
      something moved me within a micro second without ever realizing something
      occurred. This wasn't my imagination.
      > I have kept the location secret all these years, as I do not want the area
      turning into some circus sideshow. Only five living friends of mine know its
      location. The others--Roy, Walt and Louie--have gone on to that Big Desert
      in the sky, where all of us will meet again. It is not some UFO landing site
      or mythical place to communicate with spirits from the beyond, but it is
      capable of altering time at random.
      > On my last visit to this wondrous place, I discovered the top portion of
      the archway had collapsed. All that remains are the two columns. Will this
      damage interfere with its ability to change time? The following story
      answers that question.
      >
      > New Visitors
      > During 2001, my friend Bill Riley and his wife, Mary, wanted to visit the
      area after hearing the remarkable stories surrounding it. Both had to
      promise not to reveal its location to others. After showing them the rugged
      route on a map, it still took them several attempts to find it.
      >
      > During their first attempt to reach this forbidden zone, Bill injured his
      knee but managed to continue. I had to remind them how unfriendly this
      region can be while prowling its harsh domain.
      > On their second trip, they missed the right hill. However, they did
      discover a portion of the geode bed, and were amazed by its expense. That
      evening, while camping within the canyon, both claimed a slight vibration
      came from the nearby geodes when placing their hands upon them. Mary later
      mentioned it was a spooky place and she felt uneasy throughout the night.
      > The following morning while exploring, Bill discovered a hollow geode
      large enough to sit in. It's odd we didn't find this large geode while
      exploring, as I've been there perhaps 10 times.
      > Like I've mentioned, it's a real odd place. You see something one time and
      it's gone the next. Could these large geodes be the main source that
      activates the natural energy within the area, or just more wild unfounded
      speculation?
      > On their final trip into this never-never land of mystery, Bill and Mary
      found the correct hill. After an exhausting climb, they arrived at the site.
      Bill found most of what I told him to search for, but the archway eluded
      them.
      > While searching, Bill and Mary spotted what resembled the two columns off
      in the distance. Upon arriving where they should have been, both columns had
      vanished. Was this their imagination, or were the strange forces within the
      area playing with their minds?
      > After spending the day searching and not witnessing any strange activities
      except for the vanishing columns, they left arriving at their truck after
      dark. While preparing to leave and follow their tracks out to the ranch
      road, Bill glanced toward the canyon. In the sky above the site, a circular
      transparent donut-shaped glow was seen resembling the Aurora Borealis. From
      the inside rim, tiny sparkling particles were observed cascading downward.
      Taking his digita1 camera, Bill took a picture of the odd display before it
      vanished.
      > Later, only the black sky and the moon appeared in the photo. Using a
      magnifying glass something else could be seen, but it was too faint to make
      out.
      > Mary refuses to go there anymore.
      >
      > Fact or Fiction?
      > What we have out there is a natural phenomena created accidentally by
      nature. It alters time, and there's no way to predict when this might occur.
      The majority of these tricks of time seem to occur during the summer and
      winter storm season when lots of energy is about. But others happen during
      the stillness of the night or on sunny days.
      >
      > Undoubtedly, there will be the skeptics and believers. This is definitely
      not a hoax or a figment of this writer's imagination. Such a place exists
      high on a plateau near the Mexican border. Odd things do occur at random
      within its mysterious boundaries.
      > Can this site alter time? I believe so until proven wrong.
      > Strange activities no doubt still occur near this bewildering location but
      go unnoticed by human eyes due to its remote proximity to civilization. I'll
      no doubt return there again someday.
      > Will this uncanny mystery ever be solved? Only time will tell. I believe
      there's ample evidence to support the claim that something quite unnatural
      happens at random within this locale.
      > How does that saying go? Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
      >
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