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Blog’s lost a little energy since I made it private. Hucka? Must decide whether to rent or perhaps even buy land in Second Lyfe again. Thinking of renting an 8192 from Lama Estates. Land just west of Rubi is up for sale, but too big a plot and also too expensive. Should I have given up the Rubi land? Well, I had to scale down that’s for sure. And I’ve saved probably 100 bucks already by not holding on to even the scaled down model of VWX Town. So — no, I don’t think so. Would I buy it back now at the same price I purchased it for? Probably!

I’m not ready to let go developing Frank and Herman Parks mythologies, however. Interior woods are basically closed up, however. New Monkey City was kind of an endpoint in spring hiking in that way. New Monkey City, Hucka D.? Not there. Hucka doesn’t seem to want to talk about NMC. Blank and I are bonding over the database. Good, eh? New carrcass will come along sometime — maybe up my Netflix account to 8 DVDs at once in prep. No really firm ideas on what to use yet. Don’t know how I can top the last 3, which also act as 1.

Crop circles should be developing in full soon. Excitement! Always a fun thing to watch in summer months. July and August are the hottest months (sorry).

Must start to organize — everything. MapS keep developing, now in tandem, most times, with Frank/Herman mythology development. Who lives or lived in that house at the end of the 4th Way (into WH X-ing)? Aliens?

Compare impossible or at least highly highly unlikely 4th Way of Frank Park to the 4th and likewise improbable piece of the old Norum Blue Feather Gallery — The Tube. Like The Tube, The 4th Way or just The Fourth represents a steep descent from top to bottom. Who cut the Frank Park one? Why? Just as a shortcut to the park paths like the Maine Trail? Did they know of the centrality of Whitehead X-ing to the parks? Why does the path, if it kept going straight through the rhododendron, lead directly to the Dogpatch Cemetery? Why does it skirt Crushed Man Rock? What is the meaning of The Totem of Silverburg? Joined headstones? (probably) I know Selby lives or lived in that house at the end of the 4th, Hucka D. Selby may have cut that path.

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Allen Knob Surroundings 02

Another alien looking tree remain near the one pictured at the end of “Allen Knob Surroundings 01”.


Still in New Sharon or New Monkey City, I came across this sun splashed array of interesting trees and limbs and thought it worthy of a picture.


Arrangement of sticks at the end of what I’m perhaps calling The Avenue, framed by a line of trees.


Interestingly positioned, uniquely marked and colored leaf in the same location.


The Avenue, pointing directly to 1st Tree.


The imported remains of Monkey City, which include an intact slice of its central maple and also a number of mainly rounded rocks found around this tree. I’ll re-tell the story of Monkey City soon enough. It’s *old*.


Root forming the appearance of a handle on the main trail through New Sharon, found where it passes between 1st Tree and The Avenue.


One of the three prominent rock piles found in New Sharon. I’ll have to make a map of the area soon.


One of the other two piles.


I used the 4th Way once more to return to my car from New Sharon instead of just walking back down the Freedom Trail running beside Norris Brook. Here’s a waterfall near the end of the 4th Way. This would be on Gun Stream, which Norris Branch spills into. If so, perhaps a family or perhaps colony incorporating the name Zap lie at this end as well. Zappers?


Zap Gun > Zap Cannon?

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Allen Knob Surroundings 01

Norris Stream flowing straightly beside Money Pot (right). Money Hill perhaps, but I like Money Pot.


Here’s the actual top o’ the pot, then, complete with rustmobile. Elevation is perhaps 10 feet above surrounding landscape. Rumored to be burial place for 1,000,000, courtesy of Michael Won, interestingly enough. Not Michael Too, mind you, who is different. But Michael Won. More on that soon, perhaps.

Another possible name for this knoll is Peewee Big. “Peewee”, because the knoll is not very big. “Big”, however, because of its importance as a buried treasure site according to legend. So, yes, a variant name would be Peewee Big.


At the upper end of the straightway pictured in photo 1 above comes Root Bridge. We’ve already reviewed this bridge and Money Pot in earlier blog posts, and there’s a whole category called Frank Park/Norris Brook pertaining to this.


Just a note that the whole area of Money Pot and surrounding flat land is traditionally called Houston, consciously named for 2 counties tagged Houston in our fair US of A. These two “corner” counties, 1 in Minnesota and the other in Alabama, stand for the numbers 2 and 3. This connects with the 1968 election of Tricky Dicky Nixon for US president over runner ups Hubert H. Humphrey of *Minnesota* (*2nd* in votes in the election) and George Wallace of *Alabama* (*3rd* in votes). Also in the Minnesota version of this county is a conjunction of Money Creek and Root River. Pink Floyd famously crooned about money being the root of all evil in today’s society, and that also fits in here.


Moving a bit upstream from Houston we find this confluence of more interesting rocks that might mark the heart of Norris.*


We now return to New Monkey City, which may be the same as New Sharon. Two ladyslippers grow and bloom near the top of the ridge. Many more — I believe I counted 13 or 14 — grow just over it to the north. Beautiful. I’ve hiked a lot through these woods recently but didn’t stumble across any more ladyslippers. So this side ridge of Howl’s Knob is identified with the flower, and, through it, Mythos’ Sharon with its Ladyslipper capital as touched on before. I have a story now about how the last people of True Sharon bought or rented a rocketship in Edwardston to travel to Blue Mountain to escape the unification of Wazob, and formerly independent Sharon turning into a “mere” province of Wazob called Chrysoberyl. This was, in fact, the last piece of the unification. The ind. of Sharon from Wazob has resonations with ind. of Texas from U.S. (us) from 1835-1845.


New M.C. or New Sharon’s own 1st Tree, and another pine just like the case with the same named tree in Whitehead Crossing’s Four Sticks. The wood chunk and rocks of Monkey City lie just before it.


Native bark of the area with plants growing up through the cracks and breaks.


Snaggletooth Rock.


Remains of an old tree that look suspiciously like an alien holding some kind of wand or sceptre. Notice the illusion of the 2 bulging eyes.



* more on Norris Brook can be find in the Baker Blinker Blog under this category.

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Hucka D.:

You must find out the Whitehead X-ing equivalent to Yreka, which is akin to the Vikings’ Greenland and Iceland in that it is the opposite of the name. We know Greenland and Iceland are equivalent to Greene Knob, which will be renamed Gene’s Knob in honor of Gene Fade and his super-opus “Fade to Moss”. Is the story of the Strange or Strang Monster a part of “Fade”?


I wonder if this Yreka is actually pre-*Leaf*? That would be odd. It looks like from a Siskiyou County map that Yreka would be positioned near the head of No Title Spring, or what was perhaps Norum Spring in the far past.


Hucka D.:

This county is perhaps a snapshot of what Leaf encountered when he entered The Crossing those oh so many years ago. All of California is like this — I think of Eric near Monolith. The Monolith was already present? Or did Leaf build it? And then what of Strange being born in Weed (NM)? Strange is a bartender/monster. Noonan. Frank-einstein.


I think Mossbrae Falls figures into this somewhere as well.


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… let’s look at Leaf:

“Monolith (Mono-Leaf?), Californi-a. Next to Eric. This means: Whitehead X-ing’s Monolith is dedicated to Leaf Erik’son’s visit to The Crossing, perhaps on the same spot he had a house or sum’tin. In same state, Erickson near Leaf obviously points to Leaf Erik’son. Nearby is Grass Lake and Weed. Grass Lake is the same as Reed Lake in The Crossing’s Mall area. More stories there — perhaps Leaf fished out a monster there. Perhaps this monster was Strange — probably was, don’t you guess? Then this Strange monster was moved over to The Weed or just Weed.


So Hucka D, I’m thinking Leaf saw a Big Foot monster. The same Calif. county is home to many Big Foot sightings in the country, especially Route 89 between Happy Valley and Willow Creek.


Then of course we have this bizarre blog found several years back concerning Stranger Creek, Kansas…

Hucka D.:

Hitchcock and Number Nine. Small advances past level 1… heading slowly but surely to level 2. You know I like these synchs.


Back to Siskiyou County…,_California

The name comes from the Shasta language /wáik’a/, for which Mount Shasta is named.[2] The word means “north mountain” or “white mountain”.[3][4] Mark Twain tells a different story:

Harte had arrived in California in the [eighteen-]fifties, twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and had wandered up into the surface diggings of the camp at Yreka, a place which had acquired its mysterious name — when in its first days it much needed a name — through an accident. There was a bakeshop with a canvas sign which had not yet been put up but had been painted and stretched to dry in such a way that the word BAKERY, all but the B, showed through and was reversed. A stranger read it wrong end first, YREKA, and supposed that that was the name of the camp. The campers were satisfied with it and adopted it.[5]

“Yreka Bakery” is a palindrome. The loss of the “B” in a bakery sign read from the reverse is mentioned as a possible source of the name Yreka in Mark Twain’s autobiography.[5][55] The original Yreka Bakery was founded in 1856 by baker Frederick Deng.[56] The palindrome was recognized early on: “spell Yreka Bakery backwards and you will know where to get a good loaf of bread” is quoted as an ad in the Yreka Semi-Weekly Journal May 23, 1863 and states that twelve loaves sold for $1.[56] The Yreka Bakery moved eventually to its long-time location, 322 West Miner Street, where it remained under several ownerships until it closed in 1965 on retirement of the baker “Martin”, and clerk Alta Hudson. Another Yreka Bakery reopened in a different location in 1974,[56] but is no longer in business.[57] Author Martin Gardner mentioned that Yreka Bakery was in business on West Miner Street in Yreka,[58]:246 but it was pointed out by readers “the Yreka Bakery no longer existed. In 1970 the original premises were occupied by the art store Yrella Gallery, also a palindrome”,[58]:251 which was owned and operated by Yreka resident B’Ann Dunlap. The historic building, the Brown-Nickell-Authenrieth Building, 322–324 West Miner Street, currently houses a restaurant.[59]

Also here:

“Yreka” which is supposedly an Indian word meaning “White Mountain”. This story is false. Yreka is an ancient Greek word meaning the opposite of Eureka, which of course means, “I found it”. Yreka actually means, “I haven’t found it”.

With names like “Thompson’s Dry Diggings” which would obviously deter any traveling miner from setting up claim and “Yreka” which is the opposite of Eureka…something is amiss here. Much like the Vikings named Iceland and Greenland the opposite of their true nature, the same has been done with Yreka. But, why?

Truth is, Yreka is one of the richest areas in the world in terms of natural resources and development in the Siskiyou County region has been systematically oppressed since California was first inhabited by pioneers in the 1800’s. Some even say that Yreka is a spiritual epicenter for occultist activity.

Interesting that Greenland and Iceland, Lief Erickson’s stomping grounds, comes up here again. So the names Greenland, Iceland and Yreka are united in this way.

The Freemasons have had a longstanding power structure set up in Yreka since its founding in 1851, one year after California entered the union. The large majority of the land in Siskiyou County is owned by clandestine private land owners that vow to stifle all industry in the region. These clandestine owners are known to locals as “The 40 Thieves”.

A trip down Miner Street will take you to the Franco American Hotel. A hotel that once housed US President and Freemason, Rutherford B. Hayes. Directly next door to the historic hotel is the Masonic Temple that is now a hardware store. Masonic symbols can still be found on the frieze of the building and are a hidden reminder of the men that built the city and their occultist allegiance. What was the meaning of Rutherford B. Hayes’ visit to Yreka and what was being discussed? Underneath the buildings on Miner Street lies tunnels used in the past for occultist ceremonies done by Freemasons and the Illuminati.rutherford b hayes illuminati


Maybe they fished a giant statue of the Tin man or Ten man out of Grass Lake, Hucka D. It’s a sort of swampy, grassy lake, then. Tennant near Tin Shop, Alabama gives a possible clue. Tennant near Leaf-Erickson, Grass Lake, Weed Calif. balanced. Tennant, Iowa, 3rd and last, may point to Billfork via Harlan co. seat and an Irwin nearby. Harlan equals God, perhaps Whitehead (?) Tennant of course is Dr. Who, Time Traveler.

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“Usually the worst thing you can think of comes true in these cases lately. And this is what is happening now.”


Really, Hucka D.? Over a k-board password?

Hucka D.:

Someone might be trying to set it up to make it look worse than it is. (pause) But don’t worry about it. Print out the e-ls you are thinking about. Justify it through the anagram. State the date should be better known. This will work in your favor. Your ineptitude helps you in this case. You flush stuff out.


I’m thinking what a full term investigation would show up. The rm program needs revamping. And it is being revamped. And… there’s the matter of the deletions.

Hucka D.:

That could be a big thing. That’s what you can’t think of but might be true. What if it is?


Emotional blindness if so.

Hucka D.:

Everyone is tense right now. Super tense. You can cut it with a knife as they say. Understand that. Feel it.



Well, if I may deflect that… odd how the worst thing I think can happen lately then happens. Like the gates of Hades are open.

Hucka D.:

They don’t have to be. Put yourself in the other person’s shoes.


Can we speak of The Woods?

Hucka D.:

Certainly (!) How’s the Whitehead Crossing explorations going?


Fine, Hucka D. The woods are closing up for me again. Yet I think I can keep exploring in that area. A key is knowing the landscape, knowing where the poison ivy is, etc., and then just exploring what the summer woods allow me. I’m tempted to not even buy or rent any more Second Lyfe land, Hucka D., more than what I have.

Hucka D.:

Oh you’ll have to buy more land. You’ll see. Read up.


First person — perhaps a Mossman — to visit The Crossing was Leaf Erik’s Son. His father was Red who became the Redhead Father of All. Father God that is. Leaf came from the east — Green Knob, which we may now call Greenland Knob (still working on that name). All the land to the east, after that, became known as Redhead, however, after The Father. Whitehead was named for the white headed God the “Christians” of the region worshipped, and perhaps Leaf himself per the history of his real life double Lief Erickson. Then the Bees inexplicably had a Greenhead, perhaps just a joke to balance out Whitehead and Redhead. Perhaps something to do with Washington Co., Fla. and its Red Head, Greenhead, Whitehead Crossing, Poplar Head, and Orange Hill and Norum.

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Night Good

“New Monkey City, eh Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

You can ask your questions.


Okay. I’ve kind of broken the Billfork rule where you don’t take stuff into the parks from outside. Is this okay?

Hucka D.:

As you have guessed, this is okay in this case.


Thank you. Would it, say, be a good idea to disrupt the stone piles…

Hucka D.:

Not really.


Thanks again. (pause) Can you tell me anything more about this New Monkey City?

Hucka D.:

Your space. That’s about all.


I suppose I could move the Whitehead Crossing bottles up there.

Hucka D.:

Good idea. Good night.


Talking to myself now. So the Strange Gang or perhaps Strang Gang came from Erath over in Herman Park to Whitehead X-ing. In a rocket ship. Another rocket ship landed in New Monkey City, which I’ll have to rename soon. The avatars in NMC had more freedom… not as much deep rooted history in the area. 3 piles of stone greeted them. We know the first name, perhaps, of our Strange or Strang. It’s George.

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Whitehead X-ing Area Photos 03

My back feeling better and better almost each day, I decided to risk a steeper descent to the head of Whitehead Stream. It’s White Head, then? This interesting tree was found nearby. Not sure of the species.


This is the actual head of the stream.


Nearby logs, one of which which appears to create the visage of an approaching dragon or huge snake in the below photo.


Old overturned pot found at the source, which appears very similar (a double?) to the one just down the stream found in a number of earlier Crossing photos, most recently in this one.


Head of Whitehead Stream again. Getting very green in the woods now.


Small campsite near Maine Trail just downstream. The head or source of the stream lies perhaps a football field west of where it meets this trail.


Beautiful day here in Blue Mountain fer sure!


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Whitehead X-ing Area Photos 02

Another day, another Whitehead Crossing area hike. This day I simply had to head up to Howl’s Ridge to investigate that super mysterious seeming 4th Way path again. Who made it? Who if anyone maintains or even walks it these days? Why was it made (since it only seeems to lead to the Woods of Howl, with nothing within)? Also, the night before I found out that the path is actually not in Frank Park (or Herman Park) but lies on private property, and the same property that the smaller of the 2 houses at the end is situated upon. The tax value of the house and property seemed way too low for all the acreage (over 16). What was I dealing with here?

But for the below photo, we’re still on the way up to the Woods of Howl. A quite large, gray snake is at the base of that dead tree. I don’t see many snakes that large in these parts — mostly I encounter garter snakes and the like. However, this one had to be 6 feet in length. It was obviously trying to stay warm in its patch of sun on this rather cold, spring day in the mountains. I think it may be a young blacksnake but I wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t poisonous; I knew that. The dead tree automatically becomes Snake Tree until if and when I think of a better name.


Faint but pretty tracable trail leading up to the ridge and past the big snake.


There’s some poison ivy on the ridge, but it can be fairly easily avoided.


What I did this day is attempt to figure out where that path across the ridge leads to. It seems to dead end in the rhododendron I stand away from of while taking the below picture, a large-ish rock acting as aterminus sentinel of sorts. Mocking or Mock Rock?


The path didn’t seem to continue past the rhododendron. I’ll have more to say about this mysterious end soon enough. I believe it could be a haunted path.


It was on this day that I visited a side ridge of Howl’s Ridge that seems to have become a personal center in the woods, and also appears to have a separate energy from Whitehead Crossing. Smaller and separate — more personal. Look at the beautiful ladyslipper that greeted me when I reached the flat part of this side ridge. And more were just around the corner!


This is the center of the area: a type of parallelogram of small trees near a large pine tree on the edge of surrounding rhododendron. I do not have a name for the tree yet, but it is another center.


Rock in the area: tempted to call it Tooth or Toothy Rock for obvious reasons. Maybe Snaggletooth Rock.


There are 3 large piles of rocks on the slope nearby. I believe Hucka D. is warning me off about using these rocks for some type of art happening.



Low or Long Rock again, not far up the hill from Ladyslipper Ridge (prelim. name).


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Whitehead X-ing Area Photos 01

Small rock carn greets me at the beginning of the Maine Trail, heading toward Whitehead X-ing once more.


But today, as was the case with the last visit I believe, I didn’t even make it to Crossing proper but got sidetracked on Howl’s Ridge. Below is a quite interesting, long and low rock on the western edge of the forest, a rock I seem to run into during almost every recent visit to this ridge. Magnet Rock might be a good name due to this attraction property. Low Rock is another possibility, or Long Rock. Whatever, it’s by far the largest rock found near the Woods of Howl.


Here’s the thick of that piney woods. Sir Roger Pine Ridge would probably feel right at home here.


Here one of those amazing Crossing area finds: I emerged from the Woods of Howl on the north side of the ridge, following a faint but obvious path through upper part of these woods. Then the path continued downhill, *cut through a thicket of rhododendron*. It was obvious that someone put a lot of work into this path. But where did it lead? I had rough ideas when I headed downhill through it (still cautious of my wonky back, since I was suppose to avoid downhill walking when I was more in the early healing stages). On and on it went, chopped through rhodododedron, and still a path in pretty good shape although I can’t imagine who would use it.

Angular set of rocks encountered on the path, which I’m calling the 4th Way, since it has become the 4th pathway into The Crossing.

The path became steeper toward its terminus. Soon I was on flat ground, and spied a large house through the trees. I knew where I was. The path continued between this house and another, smaller house, which I’ve earmarked for further investigation. A nesting spot for woodsy aliens?


Large rock just beyond end of path, where it meets a dirt road. Almost hieroglyphic in nature.

The house at the end of the path in question. Beautiful setting, no?


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