Photo by the author.
As I look at the carvings I am reminded of the biblical story of Jacob’s Ladder (Genesis 28:10-17). In it Jacob sees the angels going back and forth from heaven to earth using a ladder. Is there a similarity here? What do these stairways going in both directions like an M. C. Escher painting mean? What are the builders trying to tell us, and why didn’t they leave any writing telling us who they were?
Thousands of years have passed since these huge blocks of stone were fitted with perfect precision and set in place. Earthquakes have shaken the area and yet the joints of the stones are so perfect a human hair cannot slip between them.
Take this book to your local stonemason and ask him what it would take to build a small retaining wall like this. I bet he will look at you, shake his head, and tell you it can’t be done.
Yet, here we find ruin after ruin that shows these ancient people were able to manipulate stone in ways of which we have no idea.
Photo by the author.
The Secret Cave
We were walking down one of the small side streets in Ollaytantambo and Irene stopped an old man and asked him if he knew where elongated skulls might be kept. He replied, they were to be found beneath the giant stone sculpture some believe bears the likeness of Vera Cocha, the Inca god/man who had white skin and a beard.
Picture taken by the author who believes the face is more reptilian than human.
Our guide Brien Foerster believed the “face” that overlooks the valley and site at Ollantaytambo looked more “reptilian” than human and I agree with him wholeheartedly.
Back to the old man who told us the skulls were underneath the face of Vera Cocha. We pushed forward even though it had started to rain. We left the road and soon found ourselves on the most uninhabitable terrain I have ever walked, or I should say, tried to walk. The area was what remained of a rockslide that had crashed down the side of the mountain. There were boulders everywhere, but they were hard to see because of the thick undergrowth. There were also small cactus plants hidden amongst the foliage with large spiny needles. Some of the rocks would give way as you set your weight on them, while others were slippery from the rain. It took us 10 minutes to move 50 feet sometimes. We found ourselves in what I believe was an ancient graveyard, because the cosmos flowers were everywhere here and nowhere else in Ollantaytambo.
We trudged around the area for about two hours and came up empty-handed. The picture above was taken at eye level. Photo by the author.
You can see how difficult the going was. This picture shows Sr. El Sadistico (our nickname for Brien Foerster because of the go-go-go-go pace he kept up) trying to find his way through the maze of undergrowth and boulders. Photo by the author.
We found nothing. No cave, no artifacts—nothing. We made our way back to town and popped into a small store to get some water. A man was talking to a patron in English. I picked up a couple of water bottles and waited my turn at the counter.
As he was taking my money and making change, I explained who I was and that I was interested in investigating the elongated skulls. The man told me virtually the same story as the old man told Irene, that there were caves and in those caves were the remains of the skulls. I looked at Brien and then he asked where the location was.
We were told it was farther back than we had been looking, but in the same general area near a very large rock.
It was getting late in the day and the rain was still coming down, so we decided to wait until the following day to resume our expedition. We also had slated a trip to Machu Pichu the following day, so we had a conflict of interest.
Our team met for dinner and we discussed our options. The vote was unanimous. Even though we had paid for our train tickets to Machu Pichu, everyone felt it was more important to explore the possibility of finding the cave. We set out for the little shop again and this time Irene spoke with the man. He told her he had played in these caves as a boy and had found the skulls there. We set off in the direction he told us and after about an hour found ourselves in a farmer’s field. We paid him a few dollars and gained access to his land and then began the search for the cave. On the way we met a local women who told us she knew where they were and thus began a wild-goose chase that lasted two hours and got us nowhere. She took us to her house in one of the last Inca villages in Ollantaytambo. There, we met her husband and, through Irene, we were able to communicate our desire to find the cave. He assured us he knew exactly where it was and so we set off again.
This time we hiked past the farmer’s field where we were hours ago and continued upward along a swollen stream, whose current was so strong it was tumbling the small boulders underneath the torrent. We went past small hovels and broken walls. Pigs were staked out and chickens ran everywhere. There were goats and sheep and cows tethered. Children played and some of the men were hauling large trees on their shoulders. We crossed a newly-constructed bridge and found ourselves in a small clearing where two cows were tethered. One was a bull, but he seemed docile enough. Chickens came up to us looking for a handout while we settled in the grass to rest. Brien asked Irene to ask our newly-acquired guide to go to the cave to see if it was still there. The man disappeared for about half an hour and then reemerged.
Irene spoke to him and then gave us the news that he had found the cave and the skulls were still there! We gathered up our equipment and trudged back into the thick jungle.
Irene standing on a large boulder and wondering where to go next! The jungle was so dense it took ten minutes or more to go about 50 feet. Photo by the author.
Richard in the impassable jungle! Photo by the author.
We moved slowly over the terrain and finally came to the cave. Pay dirt! Brien and I crawled into it and saw bones littered on the floor. We also found three skulls, one of which had cranial deformation. I believe this skull was not from a normal human being.
Author holding one of the skulls from the cave that is to his right.
Brien holding the same skull that had two frontal plates rather than the one that is normal for a human. Photo by the author.
Chapter 14
A Theory Emerges
I want to take some time to describe what happened to Richard Shaw and myself while we were in Cusco. We had come from Paracas and had spent five days examining the skulls at the Paracas Museum, Ica Museum, as well as the bizarre trip to the Chongos Necropolis. Needless to say our heads were spinning. To top it off, when we arrived in Cusco, Sr. Sadistico (Brien Foerster) showed us some of the seamless wall construction that became the focus of our conversation.
We had acclimated to the high altitude as much as possible in 24 hours and had spent the day looking at the sites in Cusco, especially the Coricancha Museum, and afterward went back to our hotel to shower.
We all met for dinner, something we did every night, and over a great meal (the food in Peru was excellent) would discuss what we had seen that day. The conversation was lively and in many ways challenging as we sought to “solve” the mystery of the elongated skulls as well as who had built the sites at Coricancha and Sacsayhuaman. As I recall, we were discussing the ruins of Sacsayhuaman and how the tunnel, located several miles away from Cusco, ended under the well at Coricancha. This was not by accident, and part of our discussion explored the reason why the museum had sectioned off the center or where the well was. When we asked our guide, she could offer no reason. Brien added that the tunnels had been covered over because people had got lost in them and were never again found. There were also stories of a great labyrinth spreading out from Sacsayhuaman and, if this were, true it would account for the missing people.
There were several theories regarding the enigmatic stone structures being bandied about, and all were listened to with interest.
We finished dinner and Richard and I headed back to the hotel, which was about a two block walk, and we took our time because the altitude of Cusco is more than 10,000 feet and we were still adjusting to it. We would walk a bit and then res
t, the whole time continuing our discussion from dinner.
Ron Morehead and an acquaintance of Brien were directly behind us but were engaged in their own conversation.
Richard and I stopped about half a block from the hotel and we looked at each other. We had been given what I would consider a “cosmic download” by the Spirit of the Living God at the same time. I raised my hands to my head and kept saying, “I don’t believe it … I don’t believe it … ,” over and over again.
Finally we began to discuss it and this is what we both received at the same time on the streets of Cusco on February 9th at approximately 9:30 p.m.
I will let my friend and director/producer of the Watchers series, Richard Shaw, give his account of the events that followed!
A Theory Emerges by Richard Shaw
While L.A. and I were in Peru, all of us were at dinner one evening at our favorite place we had come to look forward to in Cusco. It was about a block’s walk from our hotel. We would do this after a long hard day, with Brien Foerster, his wife Irene, Ron Morehead, along with L.A. and me.
Cusco is very European, and the street that our hotel was on was paved with cobblestones and was lit beautifully at night. Picture perfect. Little economy cars rumbled by on the damp pavement. People seemed to always be going somewhere at all hours. It was like being in another world, and perhaps I was finally getting used to the high altitude of 11,200 feet. I had real trouble adapting to it initially, and felt zapped of my energy. But on this day, I was able to trot up the stairs at the hotel without feeling like I was going to collapse. I was surprised that it took so long to get used to it.
The discussion around the table that evening was all about the structures we had seen. Our guide, Brien Foerster, has a brilliant mind and didn’t take the same old dogma to heart, preached by all the other tour guides in the area. He had figured a lot of this out on his own, and we all seemed to have something in common. There was a clear reality that the Inca couldn’t have built these structures. The best structures were thousands of years old, and a line of demarcation was clear where the Inca stones were laid on top of the previous stones that were far more ancient. The difference in craftsmanship was easy to see, as well as the colonial stones laid even later, which looked like rocks of all types simply piled on top and sloppily mortared. Little to no sophistication existed in the later construction compared to the original stones. A huge, noticeable difference.
A tour guide in Cusco who took us through one of the ancient structures went on and on, regurgitating what she’d been taught over the years. It didn’t make sense to any of us, and at one point became annoying. One example was a doorway, a very ancient structure that I examined closely. They had a big piece of plexi in front of it, so I managed to slide the camera in from the side to get some close-ups. Here in this doorway that they were calling a ceremonial structure (anything that couldn’t easily be explained was deemed as “ceremonial”) there were holes and deep groves in the stone. These were intentional depressions, not “cuts” in the stone, since they were all rounded and smoothed properly on the edges. On further investigation, this looked more like a machine to us—something that at one time had larger elements that either slid into position, or might have been adjustable, for whatever reason. It was very mechanical. It reminded me of all the Indiana Jones movies where parts of an ancient structure were booby trapped and the slightest thing could set them off.
Inside of that same area, the wall was lined with the trapezoidal holes that we had come to see in most all of these ancient structures. They were slightly wider at the bottom than at the top, and the inside was sealed. They didn’t go all the way through the wall, perhaps only a foot and a half back. If you stuck your head in one, and started humming at different pitches, the one that matched the resonate frequency of the hole would become twice as loud in volume. Curiously, these seemed to be resonators of some sort, but for what? Most structures that had these holes lined them up along an entire wall. Were they necessary to “tune” the room?
At dinner, we were all talking and wondering about these things. The extent of the mystery was deep, but meaningful. I felt like we were on the verge of something. I could feel it inside.
After dinner, L.A. and I started walking down the street. I couldn’t get these impressions out of my head. We began to pick apart the possible intention of these builders, and what made these stones so unusual. A pattern seemed to be emerging. We began by listing what we knew to be true about these structures. They were all built using piezoelectric rock. Quartz and other elements can have this property, where pressure or electrical activity can induce a resonant frequency or vibrations based on piezoelectric properties that are well-known today. Old telephone technology used piezoelectric elements to carry your voice. Computer systems that have miniature buzzers are sometimes made with piezoelectric elements. Even the spark gap to light the pilot light in your water heater makes use of piezoelectric parts, and so on. It’s become a well-known and relatively simple thing. When I was a boy, I built an AM radio that operated solely on a piece of crystal, a coil of wire and a carbon rod that was used to tune the coil. It needed no power, and could drive a simple earphone loud enough to listen to one or two local radio stations.
L.A. and I discussed the unusual trapezoidal recessed areas that were curious in that they tended to resonate at frequencies less than 1000 Hz based on their shape and volume to support singular audio frequencies. These also were constructed of the same piezoelectric rock, and can be found all over these ancient structures. The Inca imitated these “holes” where they built trapezoidal recesses in their adobe structures to imitate the giants of old. It is quite obvious that these trapezoidal holes could only function as decoration, or perhaps internal audio resonance that might accentuate certain notes while singing in a confined space, but would fall short of the ancients’ use of the same thing. Of course, this is only my opinion.
The construction of these so-called “temples” is similar worldwide, and further study seems to indicate a grid, a worldwide network built thousands of years ago that we are only now starting to discover as the pieces seem to be coming together. L.A. mentioned a book he was reading about this grid— that it seemed to follow the celestial constellations at the time. The Earth was now inclined at a 23-degree tilt, which seems to have happened after the flood. Perhaps this change in the earth negated any forces that were prevalent at the time.
Within the previous two weeks of our travels, we all discussed the Great Pyramid of Giza which is now presumed to have been a mega hydrogen generator. The cap at the tip of the pyramid could have been a crystal or metallic discharge point, sending high voltage into the ionosphere in a similar way to Tesla’s invention in the early 1900s. Of course, the King’s Chamber in the Great Pyramid is made out of piezoelectric rock. Rock Wall in Texas (Watchers 4) is made out of an almost identical substance. Many believed that Tesla knew what the pyramid was for long before the rest of us. My theory is that this high energy beam could also have been modulated by some unknown source— something that is easy to do today. Doing so would send modulated energy that might have been received by other structures in other parts of the world. The enormous size and mass of these structures must have had an effect on the power of what they were capable of producing. People at that time had to be in awe of the power of the Fallen Ones and the Nephilim. This puts the whole thing in a very different light.
Pyramids have been found all over the earth, as well as on the moon and on Mars. Thousands of ancient structures have been found on Earth. Jim Marrs, recently interviewed on “Coast to Coast AM,” postulated that our entire solar system might have been connected via these pyramids thousands of years ago. SciFi movies going back to the ‘50s seem to show pyramids on other planets. If you don’t believe me, check out the ending scene (a rather unrealistic matte painting) of the George Pal (1951) movie When Worlds Collide.
We continued our walk down the street. I couldn’t get the idea of the rocks bei
ng piezoelectric out of my mind. I wonder what magnetic properties they have, although I had been told that gauss readings (that measure the strength of magnetic fields) were higher on these rocks. Everything had to have a purpose, a reason for using such materials. I suggested that the materials themselves seemed to have an almost “broadcast-like” component to them, a way to transmit or receive signals. L.A. was also putting the grid idea together in his head. I mentioned that perhaps they used the Great Pyramid to energize the ionosphere, like Tesla had planned to do, and that somehow these structures responded to it. If so, then couldn’t these huge structures possibly produce something tangible? Like HAARP— able to start earthquakes or even control the weather? We suddenly looked at each other and both knew the significance at the same time … “As it was in the Days of Noah.” They had built a grid in those days, and the goal was world domination. A chill went up my spine and his. We froze on the sidewalk, just looking at each other. It’s all true. The scriptures couldn’t have been written with enough technical jargon that would have made it through the centuries and be understood. We get bits and pieces only, and have to put the rest together ourselves.
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