Category Archives: Toy Avatars

“[The Toy King] was preparation. All toys come from that mound (!)”

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D. So it *is* Dead Center Hill.

Hucka D.:

Exactly. Bill Hill if you will, if you wish.

bb:

That might be interesting.

Hucka D.:

It was named that in the past. A man named Bill was buried on the top.

bb:

Was it a peaceful burial?

Hucka D.:

Maybe not. Maybe storms.

bb:

I might not be able to go back for a month or two or three.

Hucka D.:

Just keep in mind: that is dead center.

Dead Center Hill looking south from the surrounding meadow. A mixture of evergreen and deciduous trees sprouts from it. Soon the leaves of the latter will be gone, along with the undergrowth, perhaps allowing more mysteries to be revealed.

As I walked around the hill, the sun seemed to be slightly eclipsed at one point. I looked up to see a plane and also a bird. They seemed to be on a collision course. Of course they missed each other, flying at vastly different elevations. But I knew that this moment also had meaning. The hill had power.

Probing the western edges of it more, I came across another peculiarity, one I’d actually seen from the top. It was a lateral gorge filled with old bottles and junk. I found myself asking more questions. Who threw this stuff here? And why here and not anywhere on the rest of the hill? Was the gorge dug for this particular purpose? If not, then why is it here? I knew I would not receive many answers this day, and perhaps for a number of years. Dead Center Hill is a place to be studied for quite some time. It is a new center of mental activity.

Another shot of the nearby Wilson River island and its central yellow stone.

Speaking of yellow — when I returned to Warren the Owl King in his grove before heading back home to Blue Mtn., the prostate yellow haired troll doll first seen several days before was now upright, and also a bright red maple leaf had appeared over Warren’s naughty bits. Especially upon later reflection, this too seemed quite peculiar. These placements, not present during my first visit to the being, had to be done on purpose. Is Warren actually Adam, or at least the first of his kind? Mindblowing stuff, really.

http://warren-wilson.edu/blogs/echo/2010/10/the-king-of-toys-anonymous-student-adorns-campus-with-%E2%80%98installations%E2%80%99-of-miniature-toy-animals/

It is reasonable to assume that the Toy King of *Woodrow* Wilson College is the one who gave Warren his pet troll doll with sun kissed hair. Don’t you think? Remember… Warren the Owl Man has his direct origins in Wilson (River) that he perpetually stares at. They are one beneath it all. And also I believe the Toy King inserted the patriotic troll dolls into the nearby chimney also talked about before.

Toy King and accomplice atop a Woodrow Wilson campus building.

And check *this out*. Prancing just behind their backs is the *exact same* horse we find in the 3rd pic down from the last post of this blog.

Here it is again — it’s obviously the same horse, or the same toy.

More history on the Toy King, then:

http://warren-wilson.edu/blogs/echo/2010/12/wanted-the-king-of-toys/

http://picturestakeyouplaces.com/post/12982732253/the-king-of-toys-strikes-again-swannanoa-nc

Apparently by 2011 the toys had basically disappeared from the campus, as The King moved on to other concerns. Shame. But I believe we have a candidate to take up the mantle in a manner. Can you guess?

Warren’s river cane grove. Because of this, he was also known simply as Cane or Kane in some circles, sometimes Old Kane.

Warren & his owls look out on a stump in Wilson (Wilson Stump). He knows this is where he comes from. He always remembers his origin because it is always within his sight. There is a big drop in front of him, separating carved entity from river. He lies at the end of a 15 (natural) step passage. People marche right by him all the time.

Nearby marshy area (Marche). My new facebook friend JS also took a photo of this same spot several days back from me, along with the river cane grove. I’m not sure she saw Warren there, however. Yet she later knew about him through my new facebook header picture, which is the same as the last photo in the “Frank and Herman, Einstein!” blog post before this one.

Brackish pool of water at the end of the river trail in this direction.

Remains of a dwelling in the woods. We’re still on Woodrow Wilson College property, but on higher ground to the south.

Look what I found within. Didn’t Warren also have a troll doll cradled in his arms? I believe so.

Another brackish pool surrounding by partial fencing, this one just above the chimney with the patriotic trolls within. I wonder if Woodrow Wilson students created both?

More nearby ruins. Ruins in the Woods.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll_doll

In 2010 it was announced that DreamWorks Animation was making a feature film based on the dolls, set for release in 2016.[1][2] On April 11, 2013, DreamWorks Animation announced that they had purchased the Troll doll brand outright from the Dam company.[3]

http://www.forbes.com/2005/12/01/mattel-hasbro-toys-cx_lh_1202feat_ls.html

We hop right into it with a pic from Arch Rock on the side of Dead Center Hill. True to its name, the hill turned out to be the epicenter of, well, everything Ashville at least, and probably beyond. To me this almost looks like a profile picture, with the arch itself — maybe about a 6 inch hole — on the neck of the rock being, if so.

Looking through the arch, a magical passage.

Interesting rocky island in Wilson River just north of Dead Center Hill. A large yellow stone seems to stick out from the rest.

Flotsam and jetsam nearby. This had disappeared by the next weekend — washed out by rains apparently.

Approaching Dead Center Hill from the west, cornfield to right and Wilson River to left.

One of numerous Wilson River rocks in the area. This one is found not far from the river cane forest I’ll get to in a moment.

And here it is. This is apparently *not* bamboo, which is an exotic import to this area. More on river cane here. It was a fascinating place…

… not least because of the presence of this sculpture in its midst, apparently carved from a stump as far as I can tell.

It is the Owl Man. Warren is his name. He may also be related to the local Toy King. More on him soon as well.