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In returning to Bullrocks for the second time after ascending Bill Mountain from Tiny Wiltshire, I looked down in the woods and immediately spied some kind of suspicious discoloration in the distance. Were these fused blue-green (left) and white (right) blobs the aliens themselves, perhaps playacting for me as frozen mimes?? The thought had to cross my mind, and I’m sure it would yours too given the same situation.

Closeup of the discolorations; difficult to get a picture of. Obviously more convincing in person.

This more out-of-focus picture may even give one a better idea of what I saw. Another possibility is that it’s an alien artifact instead of the aliens themselves (more sensible, since it obviously was not moving as I continued to gaze upon it), perhaps a corner of their spaceship, even. The next time I go to Bullrocks I’ll have to look again.

Bullrocks themselves are fascinating even without the alien backstory. They consist of 2 large rocks, on on top of the other, with a small ledge area between the two. Here’s a section of ground at the base of Upper Bullrock, as we’ll start to call it. Notice the mysterious ebony stone.

Looking across the bottom of Upper Bullrock from basically the same position.

Amazing collection of small, rounded rocks in this basin area (detail of above). They seem to signify deeper things.

Perhaps even more mysterious “black hole” in the wall above them. I am toying around with the idea that it represents a rift in space and time, perhaps the one the Bill Mountain aliens used to enter our solar system. Are the rocks below, then, stars? Stars that, er, fell out of this black hole or this black rift? Or were formed in it? Still working on all this obviously.

Since taking these pictures yesterday, Hucka D. has relayed to me that the Bill Mtn. aliens have gone away, taking with them my presents I left under what is probably the most prominent Tiny Wiltshire rock. But I’m still suppose to stay away from Rust Spot, pheh (and by default Twin Falls behind it, since the only way back there is through Rust Spot).

There are a considerable number of thorn trees in Wiltshire. The below photo is a close up of the same tree in the center of picture 3 here. The 2nd picture shows a neighboring thorn tree which has been bent over but apparently isn’t dead yet. Don’t think.

Tiny swirls like this in Tiny Wiltshire make me speculate on the possibility of miniature parallels to similarly swirled crop circles in the real deal Wiltshire. Probably not, but I thought I’d just bring up what was in my mind when I took the picture.

Bramble acting as a barrier between parts of Tiny Wiltshire. I’m very interested to see what this turns to in spring and summer months.

Another interesting tree in the area.

A triangle of fungi snuggle together at the base of this pine tree.

The 4 nuts and attached pine cones I’ve already blogged about at the top of the Bill Mountain 03 post were found in disarray when I returned several days later for the present picture. Actions of animals, or weather elements… or more alien mind games?

A tree shaped like the top of a fork. I suppose I’ll call it Fork Top Tree.

As I stated before, Tiny Wiltshire contains a good number of rocks projecting from its flat surface, including these 2 found in a more weedy environ.

Presents for the aliens.

In all likelihood not. But I plan to return to Bill Mountain today. Are they even monitoring this *blog*?

Here’s the deal, then… ALIENS. I think this is what you want. I will not take my camera to Bill Mountain except to Tiny Wiltshire perhaps. Is THAT okay? 🙂 I cannot take pictures of *you* for God’s sake (The Bill). I will enter the mountain area from the top with camera. Go only to Tiny Wiltshire. Okay, no I won’t even take my camera to Tiny Wiltshire, not today. Do you have a camera? A computer, I mean? I think that means you monitor this blog. You do not want your story as part of this blog. But it’s a JOKE, right? Like crop circles themselves… it’s all hoaxed. Bill Mountain is based on Frank Zappa’s Billy the Mountain in combo with Firesign Theatre’s Billville (a mound in the middle of Heartland, US of A). See, it’s all a joke. Zappa’s Billy the Mountain isn’t *real*. It’s a mountain and mole hill in one. I am fine to create a cover-up. I am experienced. I am shut-mouthed.

You isolated what I called The Computer from the rest of the junk at Rust Spot Central. This means not that you want a computer (like Michael Too indicated to me when I first met him in the Frank Park woods), but you already have one and are monitoring the blog for pictures. I have already said enough.

Hucka D.:

No, take the camera. Just don’t take it to Rust Spot[ again].

bb:

You sure Hucka D.? Not trying to get me in trouble, are you?

Hucka D.:

Nah. Just don’t take pictures of anything but Tiny Wiltshire. And, sure, give them some gifts. They’ll think it’s cute.

bb;

So this really is the King and Queen… or Queen and King.

Hucka D.:

Yes there are two of them. They have already been in contact with me. They’re nice. Nice enough. No, they’re *really* nice enough. They won’t eat you.

bb:

How big are they?

Hucka D.:

8 feet[ tall].

bb:

They have a ship.

Hucka D.:

YES.

bb:

5-sided? 7-sided?

Hucka D.:

11. (pause) Any more questions? Knowing what you know about the peeking in?

bb:

I don’t think I’m going to take my camera even to Tiny Wiltshire.

Hucka D.:

Your choice.

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01/09/12, 3:48pm:

Made it back, fans. Some more pics soon from Tiny Wiltshire and the top o’ Bill Mtn.

Here’s Bill Mountain! The dotted lines represents the boundaries of Frank Park, which basically follow streams on the north and south side of the mountain. Near the top comes Bullrocks, a brand new find as of Sunday with an amazing view down into the heart of Bill Mtn.’s vast rhododendron fields from the highest of the 2 involved rocks. Pictures asap.

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01/08/12:

I originally named Bullrocks Bullocks, after the Sex Pistols album I planned to pun upon. But swiftly I thought it was too crude, and thus the change. Just now in googling “Tiny Wiltshire” (another location on the Bill Mtn. map above) to see what comes up in Google images, my newest blog pictures on the subject took up the top 10 spots in the 1st and 2nd rows, but this place in Wiltshire County was found in the 3rd row: another Bullocks (Bullocks Horn Cottages). It’s in the “tiny Wiltshire” hamlet of Charlton. Once more I must ask: Is this chance? “Maybe” will be my answer in this case. But probably not.

So moving to “The Bullocks” for images, get this…

And this…

May be grasping here.

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.