Category Archives: Frank Park

So the attempt at communication begins. Slowly. Because… well because. Little or Tiny Wiltshire may hold the big key or giant key.

Give up building another Billfork, another Lion’s Roar, in favor of communication. But what is already there?

AND now… the communication from yesterday/today. The “before” pictures are mine from Sat. afternoon. The “after” pictures are by Edna at about dusk on Sunday. Drum roll please (because this may be a magic trick of high order).

Before:

After:

The old chair skeleton in the first photo had been moved about 6 feet forward and away from the saw.

Before:

After:

I’ve labelled identical trees in the scene A through H.

Before:

After:

Summary: It looks like basically *everything* in that junk pile has been moved in a significant way. The “computer”, as I call it (last 2 pictures above), has been moved and also turned over, and it’s pretty heavy. This was not a weak person. Note: the saw pictured in 1st 2 photos above was not moved.

Since I returned to the scene about 1 to 1:30 Sunday afternoon, the deed had to occur between about dusk Sat. (when I left) and then. So it was either Sat. night or Sun. morning, in essence. This person wanted to make his presence known (crashing sound in woods to my left as I was leaving the junk and heading up the road to a higher pasture area). This person *took* all the white stuff at the junk scene but seemed to leave about all the rest. The white stuff may have all been aluminum, perhaps from an old ladder.

This material stacked up at the edge of the road on Saturday…

… seems to also have vanished by Sun. afternoon.

Continued from Bill Mountain 02.

One more photo from Tiny Wiltshire…

… before moving almost directly across the dirt road to an unnamed place with rock ruins, perhaps the sight of an old cottage or house. Notice the stacked bricks.

Back to Rust Spot, as I’ve recently dubbed it, we have a kind of keyhole shaped depression near the same road, and just beyond the place where all the rusty objects were moved about by apparently alien hands this weekend (Rust Spot’s epicenter). It reminds me of the New Pietmond sinkhole, but I don’t think an art event should happen here now, what with all the aliens about. Bill Mountain, at least for the present, has become a no build zone for me. How tempting it would have been to create a new and improved Billfork or Lion’s Roar with all the junk material lying about in the Greater Rust Spot Metro Area. But it’s been claimed, apparently. I’ve met someone on the Other Side now, and have to respect their boundaries and what they’re trying to communicate to me. “We are here! This is *our* stuff. These are *our* shiny things!” (thinking again of how only the shiny objects were actually removed from Rust Spot over the weekend). Which brings us back to Red Dwarf and the alien Cat, who also appreciates and collects shiny things. Instead of Quagaars am I dealing with alien felines instead?? Interesting that the Cat mythology is most fully explained in the same Red Dwarf episode (“Waiting for God”) where Rimmer believes an old Red Dwarf garbage pod is an alien Quagaar capsule.*

The aforementioned, unofficial hiking/biking road running on the west side of Bill Mountain. The alien was heard loudly stomping through the woods just to the left from my position on the road while taking this shot. It was *not* a deer. A bear, again, could be an explanation, but I’m pretty sure now that the alien wanted me to know he was there, and making a connection to the entity rearranging all the old rusty objects at Rust Spot: One and the same, in other words.

Entrance into the keyhole shaped sink taken at about the same position as the above picture.

3 objects on the side of the road not far from the keyhole sink, which, as mentioned in Bill Mountain 04, were removed by my return the next day.

More objects in Greater Rust Spot, this time on the north edge of the same clearing bordering Rust Spot’s central region.

Another mysterious object in the same area: the stuffings of an old chair ripped apart and strewn about? Bits of it were lying about in other places of the clearing as well.

And now we (thankfully!) move away from Rust Spot and into a different space, taking a barely traceable path from the clearing to the stream tumbling down Bill Mountain’s northern side. I don’t have a name for this stream yet, but according to the Bill Mountain map I created yesterday, I do have a name for this particular place depicted in the next several pictures: Twin Falls. The name was chosen because 2 drops in the stream of about the same height (approx. 3-4 feet) occur about 50 feet from each other here. Immediately to their south is some kind of inactive spring or well (2 below pictures). I’ll report back when I’m able to revisit the area.

The more upstream of the twin falls.

* Quote from wikipedia’s article on Red Dwarf’s “Waiting for God” episode:

…. Holly tracks an Unidentified Object and brings it aboard. Rimmer believes it to be a stasis capsule carrying a dormant member of an alien race. He even invents a name for this race, “the Quagaars”, and convinces himself that they can give him a new body. After a closer inspection, Lister discovers that the capsule is actually nothing more than a jettisoned Red Dwarf garbage pod. The pod’s lettering was partially obscured by space dust. When he asks Holly why he didn’t tell Rimmer what the pod really was, Holly replies “Well, it’s a laugh, innit?” Lister decides not to tell him either.[6]

And then immediately following this in the article, we have a summary of the main plot of the episode:

Lister learns more about the Cat people’s god, “Cloister the Stupid” who was “frozen in time” to save the Cat race, and informs the openly skeptical Cat that he is their God, only to subsequently become depressed when he learns that the entire Cat race destroyed itself in holy wars over minor details of ‘Fuchal’- the Cat heaven, really based on Lister’s plans to open a hot dog and doughnut shop on Fiji-, and that they lived their lives according to five sacred laws of which Lister himself has broken four. Later, the Cat, who is known to go “investigating”, goes off on one of his excursions, and Lister follows him, deep into the cargo hold. There Lister discovers an old blind cat priest, the only one of their race left other than Cat, who is dying and proclaims that he has lost his faith, feeling that he has wasted his life following Cloister. The priest takes his hat off, asking Cat to burn it. In his final moments, Lister shows up and convinces the priest that he has led an admirable life and has served Cloister well, and as such will reach ‘Fuchal’. Lister takes the hat back from Cat and puts it back on the priest’s head. Convinced by this “miracle”, the Cat Priest joyously exclaims that this is the happiest day of his life and promptly dies.[7]

“Waiting for God” video:

http://www.reddwarf-x.com/portfolio/red-dwarf-s01e04-waiting-for-god/

“Bill is friendly. Don’t build on Bill. Bill is a mountain. Billy the Mountain.”

bb:

Thanks Hucka D. I obviously have many questions. How many can you answer?

Hucka D.:

Bill is a psychic entity as you’ve guessed. Knows your photos (smiles). Wanted to let you know he was there… in the woods. But also that he is psychic. It is a he.

bb:

Obviously… well not obviously I suppose, but perhaps we can run to Bill if something dreadful happens in the world. A catastrophe.

Hucka D.:

Attempt to communicate with Bill at the pine trees… get a name for the place. Bill turned over the rock, true, but that’s another photo you took[ and then discarded].

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Hucka D.:

You’re not going to be able to figure out Bill[ right now]. Just don’t build a type of Billfork, a type of Lion’s Roar, on his mountain. He’s doing the same.

bb:

Anything else?

Hucka D.:

You can ask more questions if you like. Not often you make contact like this.

bb:

How old is Bill?

Hucka D.:

Old as the hills. What did you want me to say? (smiles again)

bb:

What’s your involvement with Bill?

Hucka D.:

Intermediary.

bb:

Does Bill have a computer?

Hucka D.:

No. But he wants one.

bb:

Is Bill just me in the future? Giving myself messages?

Hucka D.:

Not really, no.

bb:

Did Bill actually come from Wiltshire, since I’ve just yesterday or so decided I am A. Marlborough Mann?

Hucka D.:

That could play a part.

bb:

I mean, is this a creature or whatever from Savernake Forest, say?

Hucka D.:

Not really. Give credit to the area you live in.

bb:

This is a *response* to Wiltshire.

Hucka D.:

Yes. In a way. Little Witshire[ out there on the side of Bill Mountain].

bb:

Should I attempt to communicate with Bill? Perhaps through Tiny Wiltshire?

Hucka D.:

Tiny… better. Go back to Tiny Wiltshire. *Don’t* disturb anything else there. Think of a reply. Look at the photos you have.

bb:

Thanks!

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Hucka D.:

Don’t build on his mountain. He is paranoid. He has been hurt. He has abilities. Rocks.

And so it begins… the road that led to possible contact with an alien being. Quagaars? Well, possibly related. But… anyway let’s get to it.

So the below picture comes from just next to the possible place of contact, which I’ll get to right afterwards. These appear to be old signs of some, identical type. Perhaps now they give the directions (or non-directions) to a type of abyss inside or outside time and space.

Right behind the signs is this shallow pit containing numerous empty beer cans. All seem quite old, perhaps from the 60s or 70s even. I’ll try to remember and take some pictures of specific cans soon.

And here we are at The Place itself. It’s just a large pile of old rusty junk — some folding chairs, cabinets perhaps… but what subsequently happens to it in the next 16 hours is the story. See the post Bill Mountain 04 just above.

More alien-type weirdness: Is this the remains of a beer can? A cup? Hard to tell. The physics in this area didn’t seem to be operating normally.

A nearby, rock-topped knoll.

Meadow across the dirt road. This is not a public road of any kind but people do employ it as a sort of unofficial walking and biking trail. I’d say on any given weekend you may have half a dozen visitors to this road.

I should also add here that I’ve taken pictures of this road for the old Baker Blinker Blog, and featured the higher meadow bordering it (about a quarter mile south of the one pictured above) in the post Seven Stones from back in June 2009. And here’s one more old post about the road, from way back in Spring 2008 now, but with only minimal text involved. And that’s all the posts I have for this area. Surprising, since it’s always been one of my favorite walking places in either park. High time, then, my attention shifted to it for blog purposes. But now there’s the, er, Bill Problem to deal with. First Michael Too, now Bill.

With the below photo, we’ve arrived at a second, fascinating place on Bill Mountain, and possibly another contact site, although of a much more subtle nature at least to this point. This is what Hucka D. and I have decided to call Tiny Wiltshire, after the famous English county that Edna and I plan to partially move to when we get a bit more older and grayer, perhaps when I’m about 65. Wiltshire County is one of the most amazing places on Planet Earth for certain, being home to an incredible quantity and quality of crop circles during the spring and summer months of each and every year, no exceptions. I’d estimate that 50 percent of all the world’s crop circles have been found here.

What does this have to do with so-called Tiny Wiltshire in my immediate neighborhood? Well, a considerable number of crop circle enthusiasts feel that the circlemakers, as they are popularly called, are attempting to make a safe and meaningful link between humanity and their own, extraterrestrial or extradimensional culture through patterns in grains. Likewise, Tiny Wiltshire may be a place of contact with Bill, another possible alien entity. My first clue about the latter contact came through this juxtaposition of a plastic bottle and bone underneath one of the many pine trees in the designated location. Almost all of Tiny Wiltshire is enveloped in a bed of brown needles fallen from these trees, and also the area is quite flat in comparison to most of the surrounding terrain. Perhaps this makes the location a natural gathering place for blown-in objects such as the bottle pictured below…

… and also this more crushed bottle not far away. But I wouldn’t bet on it. The bottle below seems unnaturally crushed, for example, as if all the air had been sucked out. More evidence of that Bill Mountain weird-o physics perhaps?

And what of this bottom half of a beer can nearby, seemingly twisted and wretched from its larger top part instead located in a neighboring patch of needles? Does this seem like the actions of a normal forest?

Continue to Bill Mountain 02.