Part 02

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Hiked…

… Byng today, and the source of the creek. My pictures didn’t really turn out, however, and this is the only one I felt blog worthy…

Still not that great of a picture, but at least it’s somewhat in focus. It’s an interestingly patterned rock found not far from Byng’s source. Afterwards I was pretty close to the top of Wealthy Mtn. so I just huffed on up there, and travelled the edge of Green Oz Valley on the way back to the car. Here’s another picture, from the top…

I don’t think the leaves are going to put on much of a color show this year. Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Show them the last picture.

bb:

Okay… (checking) Actually I decided to delete that picture of Wedge with the stuff I found on the ridge above it, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Where are you headed tomorrow?

bb:

Well I thought I’d just go back to Blyng — Byng — and do some more hiking; take a different angle through the woods.

Hucka D.:

Great. What do you think of Byng?

bb:

I believe it’s a fantastic creek. I’m not sure an art happening will take place there.

Hucka D.:

Oh I think it has to. You’re set up. You have that rock that will protect you in the rain. You have open-ish meadows below. You have the path along the creek up to the impasse, when you can just jump up into the woods and take that mystery path up to the top of Blue Feather Falls…

bb:

That’s the actual name of the falls, Hucka D.? Who named them?

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather of course.

bb:

Blue Feather Douglas? (no answer) So… is the stream itself named Blyng or Byng or something else?

Hucka D.:

Depends on which era you’re talking about. Lisa knows.

bb:

I suppose she would, since she owns the whole mountain.

Hucka D.:

The new blog is good. Away from Second Life.

bb:

Why was it called Byng?

Hucka D.:

Just a name. Like Fred. Or your favorite: Bob.

bb:

The creek has a past, though. I found irritating spray on that mystery path you mentioned. Strange… why would someone carry protecting spray in the middle of the woods when noone was around.

Hucka D.:

Maybe someone was around, then. Maybe there’s your story.

bb:

So a girl use to come to this creek. To get away from… a boy; boys. Brothers?

Hucka D.:

It’s your story.

bb:

I don’t suppose the girl would be Lisa?

Hucka D.:

Might be. She had to come from somewhere.

bb:

But it’s Lisa Simpson; Lisa the Vegetarian.

Hucka D.:

Still she had to get to Wealthy Mountain sometime, somewhere. A girl, living alone on a creek… might feel the need for some kind of protection.

bb:

So this could be Lisa’s home creek of sorts. Hold on, Hucka D.

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bb:

Was Lisa scared of this Pete? And the battle map: Was this a battle map to take Wealthy Mountain. From Pete? Or just a plan to take Wealthy Mountain. Who was on Wealthy Mountain before Lisa?

Hucka D.:

Wealthy Mountain, Wealthy Mountain, Wealthy Mountain…

bb:

Well?

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Hucka D.:

Spheres. Singing spheres.

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bb:

Maybe Pete is a dog — of a more vicious type.

Hucka D.:

Pete Fountain. The dog.

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bb:

Tin S. Man seems to predict what I’m going to say in the next email sometimes, Hucka D. This has happened at least twice.

Hucka D.:

Foreshadowing. You are creating synchronicity.

bb:

I deleted the last email.

Hucka D.:

That’s fine. You need to think about Blyng here.

bb:

Is it Blyng or Byng? I think I like Byng better. Or Blynk.

Hucka D.:

Not Blynk. Not that again.

bb:

Byng, like Bing Crosby. Something in the past, several levels or layers before. Byng, Elvis, Beatles, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Pink… a number of layers before.

Hucka D.:

Peel the onion. Look at the empty pool. Understand that a house was once there. Think about all this. Hike! Happy hiking day number 2!

bb:

Thanks!

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Roaring Lion

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

Calypso musician Roaring Lion wrote a tribute song in 1939 entitled “Bing Crosby”, in which he wrote: “Bing has a way of singing with his very heart and soul / Which captivates the world / His millions of listeners never fail to rejoice / At his golden voice…”[53]

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“I can’t get a cold, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Lion’s Roar — Byng. Feel it.

bb:

Tell me the story.

Hucka D.:

Byng has a golden voice. (pause)

bb:

Yes?

Hucka D.:

Pure. Known throughout Frank and Herman Parks. Golden.

bb:

What is the significance of that?

Hucka D.:

Lisa initiated the 3333 protectate. Byng syng.

bb:

s-y-n-g?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Lion’s Roar.

bb:

I think another community, shall we say, in the area might be called 4 Minutes. Like Second Life, Jeogeot, had a 6 Minute Hill. (pause). Baker Bloch is heading there now. (pause) But he’s gotta fall outta the sky first.

Hucka D.:

Dorothy. Landing.

bb (after checking):

Why am I not surprised. Nothing there.

Hucka D.:

Back to Byng then. But good you checked anyway.

bb:

Mystery path parallel to Byng. Otherwise, I could not easily reach upper Byng from lower Byng. Considerably more difficult it would be. Considerably.

Hucka D.:

Lisa made it. With Pete.

bb:

Another thing I have is that

Further, the lyrics of many of his “war calypsoes” (essentially insult songs) presage those of similar hip-hop battle rap songs by over 50 years. An extract from his lyrics to “War” (recorded during the 1930s by Roaring Lion with Executor, Caresser, and Attila and directed against their fellow calypsonian Wilmoth Houdini) is a particularly good example of such lyrics:

The earth is a trembling and a tumbling
And the heavens are falling and all
Because the lion is roaring.
My tongue is like the blast of a gunman…
Destruction, desolation and damnation —
All these I’ll inflict on insubordination,
For the Lion in his power is like the rock of Gibraltar.

… oops. Lion roaring is war here, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

I put that in.

bb:

Did you get bored?

Hucka D.:

Yes. I want to fly like Superman.

bb:

Great. So Lisa made this Lion’s Roar place on Byng.

Hucka D.:

That is correct.

bb:

Part of the 3333 Initiative.

Hucka D.:

To protect. You. Now all you need is a singing bowl of your own.

bb:

I think it can be the creek.

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Byng & Environ

Possibly diseased plant leaf of unknown species, but possibly an umbrella plant (not a mayapple plant, however). Interesting serpentine patterns, whatever. Found near Lion’s Roar and Byng.

Like Kentucky, the below spot represents a flat, platform like area on a ridge above Flanigan’s Fork west of Byng. It lies just beyond the upper reaches of rhododendron on this ridge, and thus you have to climb to this spot to get over to the next ridge beyond, or to avoid the rhododendron bramble in other words. I haven’t named this particular flat place on the ridge yet (unlike Kentucky). Maybe Louisiana? It lies 2 ridges west of Kentucky at any rate.

Quite interesting rocks on the ridge to the west, in turn, of the one pictured above, the one separating the second and third valley of the 4 Valley Region here. Or more accurately, kind of between the top of the 3rd valley working our way west still, and this ridge.

A number of yards below this rock is an overhang essentially creating a very low ceiling, open cave of sorts. I’m now calling this spot Other Cave, and I found a broken bottle within, indicating a human presence sometime in its past. Very interesting, given the remoteness of the location, practically surrounded by rhododendron and pretty off the beaten path for certain. Did this forested area use to be a pastured meadow in some past time, by chance? Could be — I’ll keep checking. Or is the bottle of more recent origin? At any rate, it certainly brings to mind the shattered bottle of Kentucky, also in a remote spot and fairly nearby as well.

Returning to Lion’s Roar/Kansas, we have this interesting looking rock positioned where I cross Byng Creek to keep proceeding upstream in Kansas above Lion’s Roar. Looks like the knife shaped rock has a single eye. That dark spot near the “eye” is some kind of tiny black mollusk, perhaps a periwinkle.

Cascades just in front of the above pictured rock. No name for them yet, once again… but soon I suppose. Periwinkle Falls?

Picture of a nearby, large spider, perhaps a writing spider (lower center).

Quite interesting moss covered formation, also next to Periwinkle Falls as we’ll currently call them. This is now just below the cleared space known as Four Minutes, also notable as the start of Byng’s Mystery Trail.

Rock in Byng Creek just upstream from Periwinkle Falls, and right next to Four Minutes.

Four Minutes itself. More on this space soon.

A sun splashed Lion’s Roar with Byng running beside it and Periwinkle Falls just behind the background rhododendron.

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“How ’bout…

… 4 minutes?”

Hucka D.:

Lisa is here.

Lisa:

Hi. Back from the grave again. Herman. Frank.

bb:

Hi Lisa. Herman Parks is bits and pieces of other parks?

Lisa:

6 Minute Hill. In Byng.

bb:

I don’t know where yet. Might have an idea.

Lisa:

Jeogeot Shrine. Wallace3 knows. Wallace3 is on Byng now. He’s away from the Tinsity Metro Area. Here’s Tin S. Man.

Tin S. Man:

Why?

Wallace3:

Too close, too proximate. For now. You did it as well.

Tin S. Man:

All I said is that I want to try 2233, which worked. 3333 is symmetrical but not necessarily correct.

Wallace3:

It is. The initiative. Invoked. 3333. Lisa. You serve Lisa too. The Second Coming. Rainbowology.

Tin S. Man:

I’m not sure what that is any more.

Wallace3:

I am in 3333. Grounded. I have to serve Lisa. On this mountain. It’s *her* mountain. Quartz. Bowls. Rainbowology. Ft. Wayne. Lisa.

Tin S. Man:

Nah… don’t get it. You might be mad even if you’re not mad.

Wallace3:

That’s why I have to go to Byng.

Hucka D.:

And we’re back.

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Back And We’re

bb:

Hucka D.? Lisa?

Lion:

Lion.

bb:

How are you?

Lion:

Who are you? would be best.

bb:

Who are you, then?

Lion:

3333. One.

bb:

Yes. All lion roars are 1 lion roar. 3 in 1. 4 in 1. Foreign One.

Lion:

The 4th. Here. There. Here.

bb:

Tin S. Man…

Lion:

Tin S. Man must be later Spock and not earlier Spock. Pre V-jer Spock. Neither can you.

bb:

We’re both in the same boat.

Lion.

Submarine. Yeah.

bb:

But not any more.

Lion:

You are here. Look around.

bb (looking around):

You are a statue, standing in the middle of Roaring Lion. Just like my figurine[ of the Cowardly Lion].

Lion:

So upstream… 4 Minutes. Who am I, then?

bb:

Roger. Roger that?

Lion:

Roger.

Lisa:

And Six Minute Hill. [Home]

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[Rome]

bb:

I must start tomorrow.

Hucka D.:

And Hucka D. flew and flew but he could not get away from baker b. and his lior roar mouth and his desire to fix a home on a creek. Anywhere but somewhere. And then home found him and the lion roared and he was happy and he was home and Kansas was the start and — I meant star — and I flew away to Kentucky to visit dad again. Happy.

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D.

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Byng > Yards Mtn.

Several pictures of various objects found on the side of Yards Mtn. imported into Lion’s Roar, Byng… mostly bottles but also including some old pots and other stuff (some of which I can’t readily identify).

Especially pretty bottle here…

What appears to be a pentagon shaped rock in Byng at Lion’s Roar, or at least that’s what it looks like by the part you can see.

Lion’s Roar.

Moving now to the side of Yards Mtn., and an especially interesting rock found in a small valley on its northern side, perhaps about 200 feet below the summit or so. This valley contained a good number of such quartz veined rocks, although only a few approached or surpassed this one in size.

Curvy wurvy road leading from summit of Yards Mtn. Elevation here: about 4250 feet.

View east from around the same spot I took the above picture. Near peak leaf season here, it seems.

Standing on top of Herman Rock toward Herman’s Grave, namesake of the park. I was surprised the 2 were so close upon a return to snap this picture. I believe now even moreso that they are obviously related not only in name but in spirit as well.

The lightning bolt quartz vein of Herman Rock holds a key, as does the plaque on the grave. Are they 2 pieces of 1 overall puzzle? That’s what I could be looking at, despite the outward impossibility of the situation.

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Hiking Day 3

Another remarkable day of hiking in Herman Park. Visited Herman’s Grave again on Yards Mtn. and got some really good pics of the epitaph plaque on the back of it finally. Can do some analysis. Also I’m thinking that Herman’s Rock with its lighting bolt quartz vein is intimately and directly tied into this gravestone, and that the two are somehow one. Strange thought I know. I didn’t realize until yesterday that you can see the grave clearly from the top of this rock. Got more objects into Lion’s Roar on Byng Creek — about 50 objects total are there now, or probably about the same as at Billfork. I’m now calling Lion’s Roar the big, overhanging rock on the creek itself — this is where the truly magical stretch of the creek begins, running up at least to the impasse where you must go up the bank to the Mystery Path to proceed further. Four Minutes is now the cleared out section about 20 yards upstream from the Lion’s Roar rock, where a TILE Temple might be built in the future. Further up, closer to Impasse, we have Six Minute Hill. I might clear some of that area out tomorrow, in fact. Why not. All 50 objects come from the top of the Yards Mtn. ridge, the stuff I was originally going to set up in Wedge but decided to move to Lion’s Roar several days ago. Wedge is on Yards Mtn., while Lion’s Roar and Byng (Creek) are on the side of neighboring Wealthy Mtn. The focus really remains on Wealthy Mtn. still, then, continuing the Tinsity-Wallace story from earlier this month and also last month.

Another area I’ve been exploring is the 4 Valley region between Green Oz Creek and Byng Creek. But none of the 4 streams of these valleys approaches Green Oz and Byng in size. There’s also Bass Ackwards Lake (B.A. Lake) to deal with ,which Green Oz Creek empties into and B.A. Creek comes out of. Or perhaps that’s Ackwards Creek?

Oh wait. Bass Ackwards Lake would be another lake in Herman Park instead. The one I’m talking about would be called — well, let’s just call it Green Oz Lake for now.

Another major stream pouring off the north side of Yards Mtn. was also explored yesterday, as yet unnamed as well. Its size compares to Byng.

Frank and Herman Parks just by themselves are going to keep me busy exploring and mapping and populating with art for the rest of my life easily. Today is the first day….

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Turning Tide

“6 Minute Hill extended your magical stretch of creek down to Lion’s Roar the other direction. Woof.”

bb:

That it?

Hucka D.:

No. There’s more.

Lion:

Do you know who I am?

bb:

Roger. Roger that?

Lion:

Roger that.

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“6 Minute Hill” must be home, then, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Roger that… sorry.

bb:

The Impasse, though.

Hucka D.:

Oh.

bb:

Back to Tin S. Man.

Hucka D.:

Good. Good to say that at a point in the past, which is really past/present/future, Tin S. Man and you agreed on 2 paths to be taken. You took the low path, say, and he the high. Now you’re back together in the present, which is again All Time, and comparing notes about your journeys. You will make a site — Rainbowology. Until that time, and you decide what you want to put into it, the 3333 Protect[or]ate has been enacted by Lisa V.

bb:

And that’s all.

Hucka D.:

That’s all there is.

Lion:

We anticipate a temple. Temple of TIDE.

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Hiking Day 4

Another fantastic day of hiking, with almost perfect weather. Only complaint was that it was just a touch cold when I became more stationary.

Went back to Lion’s Roar and (lower) Byng to begin, took the Mystery Path to upper Byng, trying to think like a person who lived in the woods would — what would I be doing later on when I retired and might have a chance to camp here, for example. Well, I think I’d be gathering stuff in the woods to study back at Lion’s Roar, that’s what I think. Like rocks, obviously. In this way I am thinking like Michael Too, who actually “lived” on this mountain, on the other side — at the Michael Too compound recently revisited. Michael Too similarly collected rocks from the neighborhood and brought them back to his compound. And Lion’s Roar is turning into a kind of compound in and of itself, what with the import of 50 outside “objects” recently (all relocated from another part of Herman Park, however: SEE Rules of Billfork).

The Mystery Path most directly connects upper and lower Byng, allowing me to rather easily bypass the Impasse on this creek (rhododendron clogged stretch above Impasse Tree). The upper part of Byng, where it separates into several source streams, has no such problems — it is basically open woods. Once I get pass the Impasse then I don’t have much problem with rhododendron and similar exploring obstacles after that in continuing to head up and also around the mountain. The rhododendron stays closer to Flannigan’s Fork, and the downhill parts of the 4 Valley region explored the day before.

I also believe the Mystery Path had to be created by Lisa the Vegetarian, supposed — no *real* owner of Wealthy Mountain and whose signature can be found in quartz rocks; white quartz rocks. A good number of such rocks are found up and down Mystery Path, so that’s why I believe she created it, in some form or fashion. Michael Too also probably “knew” Lisa V., and perhaps strengthened her presence on the mountain. Michael Too may have even known of Byng, although it’s a pretty hidden stream as opposed to, say, Green Oz Creek. Not that easy to reach. So my guess is that Byng remained relatively free of Michael’s influence (although I could be wrong).

Several other places need to be named now, including a flatter part of a ridge just south of Byng. I think I’ll call it Bottle for now, or *The* Bottle. A number of mystery things about The Bottle: there appears to be a Bee Line of a path that extends diagonally all the way across this ridge, a distance of perhaps 30 yards or so (guesstimation). It runs through a perceived center there (Bottle Center), where an actual, broken bottle was found, but only after the Bee Line had been uncovered. The bottle merely heightened or accented the already discovered line, that is. I’ll show pictures of this bottle from Bottle in the next pictorial post here, hopefully. I also found a golden bug, which may also factor into the new weirdness since Poe’s “Gold Bug” story describes such a bug and also has an attached bee’s line or plumb line itself. I’m currently re-reading this famous short story, set in the Charleston SC area (also brought up today as a beach destination for my visiting niece and nephew from Colorado!).

Legend might have it that The Bottle was destroyed in 1933, and Franklin Delano Roosevelt and perhaps Dwight D. Eisenhower visited. Or perhaps DELANOR Roosevelt, half man president half woman 1st lady. Or perhaps they stayed the f— away from this haunted site(!) Near the upper end of the Bee Line is a rock pile that may be a grave of some sort (?) Whose grave, then? Or is it just another pile of rocks in the woods as often found in these parks. Whatever, obviously Man has visited this lonely ridge in the past. I’ll have more to say about the bottle in question soon, as stated.

Next up is The Cave, which also needs a name. It lies a bit around the mountain from The Bottle even, heading clockwise from Byng. It’s certainly another mystery, and I’ll get to a photo taken there soon that seems to show a “spirit”, who chooses to take the form of what looks like a coin, perhaps a dime or commemorative dollar…*

I think I’ll call this cave, then, *Coin* Cave — that’s my coined name for the place, hehe. Poison Ivy grows on its upper side and top, which appears rare in the immediate area. Bad sign? Probably. The cave itself is quite big for a local one, and one of only 2 or 3 that I can think of I’d call a sort of cave proper and not just a rock overhang. The cave is triangular shaped front to back, like a kind of prism. Prism Cave might become an alternate name, then.

It’s probably about 20 feet deep, and wet inside. I didn’t go in — scared (and probably for good reason). Coin Cave or Prism Cave might lie directly uphill from the other, smaller cave I found in the 4 Valley region pictured in this earlier F&HE post. I might now call this Other Cave, then, since it is the smaller of the two and not really inclosed.

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* or this commemorative Eisenhower dollar shrunk down to the size of a dime.

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“Just a moment, Hucka D.”

“Just a moment, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Prism Cave refracted Herman Park back into Frank Park. And visa versa. It is True Man, a combination of Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s dime and Eisenhower’s dollar. It is also 10 as 1, then. But Truman is between the two. That’s the meaning — it’s a portal. Marked with poison ivy, true, but not necessarily an evil or bad place. Just a loss of identity if you’re identified with either park, as some are. Herman is Herman and True Man is beyond. It’s Frank but more. It’s “outside”. It’s another Trek.

bb:

Thanks for that. Cpt. James T. Kirk was born 2233, which means he was born in Tinsity. Resolution.

Hucka D.:

Lion. Lion’s Roar.

bb:

There are 2 “3rd lion roars” in Messiaen Trek, Hucka D. A 3rd cue is Spock creating his own lion roar apart from Kirk, which leads to almost unrepairable disaster as he mind melds with V-jer. Afterwards he learns friendship trumps search or quest for knowledge. A hard lesson.

Hucka D.:

The bigger the harder, etc.

bb:

That it?

Hucka D.:

Go back to Prism Cave but not soon. Go back to Bee’s Line Ridge soon. Tomorrow. Take measurements. Read “Gold Bug”. Thank you.

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Hiking Day 4 Pics 01

Photo of Byng (Creek) as it passes the flat, cleared area now known as Four Minutes (just left, offshot). The large rock in the center of the photo, as yet unnamed, lies between the creek and this flat spot. Four Minutes is now also the place where, technically, the Mystery Path connecting Kansas/lower Byng and upper Byng starts. More elements of fate, then, that the space was cleared by me of dead rhododendron plants several days ago, as it allows one to move freely up the embankment now where this path then leads.

Further upstream, we have an interesting isle of rocks, also unnamed. Is this another site for a potential temple of some kind, perhaps of a rock variety itself?

Upper extreme of Kansas, where it almost looks like someone has dug into a bank behind an uprooted tree. At least Sue thinks so; more on Sue soon.

A section of the Mystery Path, depicting one of many small white rocks seeming to mark the trail along the way. I cannot doubt that these are signature stones of Lisa the Vegetarian, who appears to now communicate to me (and potentially others) through *quartz*.

We then move to Kentucky, a larger flat spot on the ridge just west of Byng. Below is pictured a small yet central tree found in the middle of an area with several patches of grass. Kentucky has become very important to a correct, synchronistic interpretation of Byng and also Wealthy Mtn. as a whole, it seems. Obviously we have more workings of Lisa V. to take into account here.

Two Kentucky trees that seem to have a path running between them.

More isolated clump of grass on this ridge quite near the above trees.

Looking up into a buckeye tree, I believe. The leaves are peaking now around this elevation.

Rotting log creating a colorful Kentucky landmark via its intense redness.

More grass, but of a different, taller species that the types pictured above.

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Hiking Day 4 Pics 02

More Kentucky pics, and now we are at the heart of the matter: the finding of a *”bee line”* running all the way across this ridge totaling a distance of about 35 yards or so. Below is a log split almost on this bee line, which gave me one of the first, large clues that the obviously mystical and occult line was present in the first place.

This photo represents a basically failed attempt to show this Bee Line running through the woods up to the ridge marking a western limit of Kentucky. So in a doctored up version beside it I highlight where the line is.

Just after discovering the line, I started to find bits and pieces of a broken bottle right in the path of it, and beside a prominent maple tree of the ridge. I cleared out an area of several yards around in the process…

… finding, for example, a small glass bit underneath a rock…

… and then this *gold bug* clinging to the side of another rock in sweeping away more leaves, which I instantly knew to be important. I think I had already made the link with Edgar Allen Poe’s famous detective short story “The Gold Bug” when taking this picture, since I vaguely remembered some kind of “bee’s line ” or plumb line also being mentioned in that tale.

The gold bug turned over to show off more of its defining color.

The bits of found glass shards kept piling up at the base of the maple tree as I continued to uncover them in the immediate area.

Another shot of the smaller tree in the middle of the grass clumps, the same as pictured at the beginning of this particular blog post. The shards were mainly found between it and the maple tree, which would be behind me-the-shooter here.

Yet another piece of glass uncovered, right on the Bee Line. I decided not to remove this particular shard. Despite the volume of glass found, I still think it all came from a single shattered bottle.

Another section of the Bee Line. Does that tree to the left form some kind of avatar home, complete with a front door? The thought had to cross my mind. Similar “doors in trees” exist in the immediate area as well, and perhaps one or two more quite close to the Bee Line, even. Hafta check that upon a return here.

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Hiking Day 4 Pics 03

Close up of the split log discussed in the last blog entry, with Kentucky’s Bee Line passing almost directly through this separation.

3 grouped trees (species?) near the uphill end of the Bee Line. The mysterious rock piling is to their left, just on the other side of the line running next to them.

The rock piling itself. Difficult to take a great picture of, but I’ll try again soon. It looks like it could be the dirt covered roots of an overturned tree, but although there’s an old tree trunk nearby and pointed in the right direction, there’s still a separation between it and this mound. Plus we have all those rocks on top of the dirt mound, if that’s what it is. Could it be rock all the way through instead? It still could be that a dig is in order here. Am I scared? Certainly!

What appears to be the base to the bottle that was shattered at an unknown date in Kentucky. It has turned into quite the miniature terrarium in the meantime, and I hated to move it because of this and disturb the still quite green and alive moss and plants growing within. Its position is a couple of yards off and perhaps also below the Bee Line a bit, behind the gap between two trees that may mark its true beginning.

Moving away from Kentucky, then, I continued to hike clockwise around the west side of Wealthy Mtn., soon coming across this rock outcropping with its own small cave or enclosure…

… but *nothing* like what was only about 20 to 30 yards beyond this: one of the very few, legitimate caves I’ve found in the Blue Mountain area on my many, many hikes. The sucker is about 20 feet deep, and prism shaped — that is, its front entrance and back wall both make pretty even and symmetrical triangles, with straight side walls and a level floor connecting them. The cave is also fairly wet inside, and I didn’t feel comfortable entering even on a bright, sunny day like this. Perhaps it was the foreboding poison ivy growing all around the top and sides of the enclosing rocks that put me off, when no other examples of that species were found anywhere in the immediate area that I saw. Upon returning home, I was also *quite shocked* to also find an “orb” in one of my two pictures of the cave itself, and shaped, for all the world, like a *coin*, similar in dimensions to a Roosevelt dime but whose “face” appears more like Eisenhower on his commemorate 70s dollar piece. Hucka D. and I talk about these and other possible significances of the “Prism Cave” or “Coin Cave” in a post just below.

A picture of the blowing poison ivy adorning the top of the cave. Quite dense and a seeming warning of danger.

Keeping on in a clockwise direction around Wealthy Mtn., a distance of several football fields brings us to another ridge of rocks, which appears to be just above the upper end of Green Oz Creek and on the edge of a long and basically impenetrable rhododendron bramble separating me from it.

Sadly having exhausted my days off this particular week, I left Sue in charge of all the loot at Lion’s Roar, and promised to return and reunite him with exploring companions Stan, Spit, and Sid. I dare not back out on this vow for fear of consequences.

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Gold Bug

Comparisons between the discovery of the Bee’s Line of the Kentucky Flat (another type of “natural platform”, as mentioned in Poe’s excerpt here) with primary events in Poe’s “Gold Bug” short story.

The natural platform to which we had clambered was thickly overgrown with brambles, through which we soon discovered that it would have been impossible to force our way but for the scythe; and Jupiter, by direction of his master, proceeded to clear for us a path to the foot of an enormously tall tulip-tree, which stood, with some eight or ten oaks, upon the level, and far surpassed them all, and all other trees which I had then ever seen, in the beauty of its foliage and form, in the wide spread of its branches, and in the general majesty of its appearance. When we reached this tree, Legrand turned to Jupiter, and asked him if he thought he could climb it.

There are no tulip trees in my Kentucky, but instead beech and maple trees, it appears. There is a central tree of maple variety, however, probably as tall as any on this flat or platform, and it is in front this tree I found my own version of a gold bug, about 2 feet from the circumference of the trunk.

During this colloquy no portion of Jupiter’s person could be seen; but the beetle, which he had suffered to descend, was now visible at the end of the string, and glistened, like a globe of burnished gold, in the last rays of the setting sun, some of which still faintly illumined the eminence upon which we stood. The scarabaeus hung quite clear of any branches, and, if allowed to fall, would have fallen at our feet. Legrand immediately took the scythe, and cleared with it a circular space, three or four yards in diameter, just beneath the insect, and, having accomplished this, ordered Jupiter to let go the string and come down from the tree.

I cleared a space of about 3 or 4 yards in front of aforementioned maple tree, to find the bits and pieces of an old, shattered bottle. In the clearing process I stumbled upon the gold bug. Legrand in Poe’s story clears the ground *for* the dropping gold bug, which landed in its approx. center.

Driving a peg, with great nicety, into the ground, at the precise spot where the beetle fell, my friend now produced from his pocket a tape-measure. Fastening one end of this at that point of the trunk of the tree which was nearest the peg, he unrolled it till it reached the peg, and thence farther unrolled it, in the direction already established by the two points of the tree and the peg, for the distance of fifty feet –Jupiter clearing away the brambles with the scythe. At the spot thus attained a second peg was driven, and about this, as a centre, a rude circle, about four feet in diameter, described. Taking now a spade himself, and giving one to Jupiter and one to me, Legrand begged us to set about one to digging as quickly as possible.

For me, the Bee’s Line, straight as if laid out with a tape measure, extended from the center of this cleared space about 30 yards up to the crest of the hill separating Kentucky from the rest of Herman Park. The line in my case was found first, then the space cleared when I followed the line to the maple tree to reveal the broken pieces of the bottle, then the gold bug uncovered. It was basically backwards from Legrand’s process…

We now worked in earnest, and never did I pass ten minutes of more intense excitement. During this interval we had fairly unearthed an oblong chest of wood, which, from its perfect preservation, and wonderful hardness, had plainly been subjected to some mineralizing process –perhaps that of the Bi-chloride of Mercury. This box was three feet and a half long, three feet broad, and two and a half feet deep. It was firmly secured by bands of wrought iron, riveted, and forming a kind of trellis-work over the whole. On each side of the chest, near the top, were three rings of iron –six in all –by means of which a firm hold could be obtained by six persons. Our utmost united endeavors served only to disturb the coffer very slightly in its bed. We at once saw the impossibility of removing so great a weight. Luckily, the sole fastenings of the lid consisted of two sliding bolts. These we drew back –trembling and panting with anxiety. In an instant, a treasure of incalculable value lay gleaming before us. As the rays of the lanterns fell within the pit, there flashed upwards, from a confused heap of gold and of jewels, a glow and a glare that absolutely dazzled our eyes.

… except I didn’t discover any skeletons or treasure at the crest of the hill to start the whole thing. There *was* a rock pile that seemed artifical. Should I dig there? (probably not).

There appears to be no parallel to Legrand’s cryptic parchment either, created by Cpt. Kidd. NOTE: Perhaps the *bottle* itself is the parchement in this case, and not the treasure itself? Pieced back together, does it create some type of similar message? What of the bottom piece of the bottle, found away from the rest and acting like a miniature terranium now? NOTE: Connected to the expression “message in a bottle”, like in The Police song of the same title? One might also have to break such a bottle to retrieve the message. So the message could be the equivalent to Poe’s cryptic parchment here, except there’s no parchment of course. Is there?

NOTE: I skipped the part in Poe’s story about missing the treasure on an original dig by Legrand and co. because the golden bug was dropped from the wrong eye by the dyslexic Jupiter.

NOTE: There is a slight possibility that the crest of the hill with the rock piling can act as a sighting spot, much in the manner of the Devil’s Seat in Poe’s story.

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Hiking Day 5

Not as big a hiking day as some of the others in this vacation period, but returned to Byng as usual. Some renames first (prelim): the stretch from Lion’s Roar to 6 Mile Hill or Impasse Tree along Byng Creek (or just Byng) is now called Kansas. The nearby flat platform on the ridge that holds the secrets of the broken bottle is named Kentucky for now. This partially comes from Hucka D. saying he wanted to fly away to Kentucky and visit his dad (when, earlier, we were talking about the problems assoc. with Tinsity at that time), where he was happy. A “bee’s line” is also found on this ridge directly connected with the broken bottle. In the post just below, I attempt to parallel the process and events surrounding this bee’s line with E.A. Poe’s famous story “The Gold Bug”, perhaps the one he made the most money off of in his lifetime. I attempted to take some string and trace the whole of this line, but I didn’t have nearly enough to complete the task as it turned out — must return very soon and unroll a new, longer line, then. Also retrieve the pieces of the bottle itself, perhaps.

Hucka D.:

The bottle contained a message, which you didn’t find. Cryptogram, just like in Poe’s story. The flat platform you mention is indeed my Kentucky with its bee’s line. This is what I wanted you to find. Return. There’s more to it.

bb:

Hucka D., the events or processes involved in finding this line on Kentucky seem to reverse, in part, those of Poe’s story.

Hucka D. (repeating):

The message was in the bottle, which had to be broken in order to retrieve. Who retrieved?

bb:

Obviously not me. What was on the message?

Hucka D.:

The location of a treasure, just like in Poe’s story.

bb:

Is it connected to the hole being dug by Tin S. Man in Tinsity, now part of the 3333 protectorate according to you?

Hucka D.:

Yes. The process was split in two along those lines. The birth of Cpt. James T. Kirk. In Tinsity. 2233. You.

bb:

So… let’s see… the revelation of the Gold Bug parallels in Kentucky caused my rebirth in Tinsity as Kirk?

Hucka D.:

Yes. You are an infant, just as the Gold Bug-Kentucky parallels are just beginning. It’s a party.

bb:

But obviously this is not a physical treasure. A psychological treasure, then. Like alchemy.

Hucka D.:

You have more.

http://www.winslowtree.com/heraldry/heraldry-blazon.htm

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“Must…

… admit I miss Byng, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Go back tomorrow. Measure the Bee Line. You have time.

bb:

‘Bout 2 weeks until daylight savings time ends. Gonna be sad, then. Winter for sure. Weekends are tied up for the next several. Great expansion, however, of Frank/Herman Park mythologies. Much more to be thought about.

Hucka D.:

You have time. Take string. Get the pieces of the bottle and bring them home. Bring the rr home. Or set it up — whatever. Tue Wed Thu and maybe Fri. Sun. morning. You’re not finished with Byng yet.

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Kentucky

Revisited Kentucky yesterday and produced the following pictures. First up is of a string I set up running all along the Bee Line of Kentucky, which I was surprised to find out runs about 60-70 yards across the ridge. Amazingly long, straight line, then, and I’m starting to strongly suspect a direct affinity with DSotR2, another amazing alignment of considerable length. If these two line-ups are essentially one underneath it all, or directly related to each other, then this casts the Tin S. Man/Wallace3 relationship in nearby Green Oz Valley in a new light, perhaps one of renewed cooperation.

First up in our stringed line pictures comes the glass shard left in the ground just up from what I consider now the two central maple trees of our Kentucky story — more on those trees just below. As you can see, the string representing the Bee Line almost directly crosses over this buried segment of glass.

Bee Line running past the tree with the hole at the bottom pictured in this earlier post, and also Split Log just behind it, mentioned in the same post.

I’m calling these 3 rocks projecting from the leaf covered ground here Tie Rocks, not because they wear ties, har, but because these are what I tied the upper end of my string to, and so also marking this as the probable, upper reach of Bee Line itself. Might also be called “End Rocks”, then.

Another picture of that mysterious, rock covered mound just on the opposite side of Bee Line from these rocks.

So back to the 2 maple trees where the glass shards came from, here we have pictured the considerably smaller of the two, called Tiny Tree for now. Contrast this to the description of Poe’s skull bedecked, very tall tulip tree in “The Gold Bug”, already discussed in this earlier post. Since writing that text, I’ve also noticed that the Bee Line runs right through the two maple trees in question, basically bisecting an imaginary line running between them. I believe Tiny Tree relates directly to Poe’s aforementioned, huge tulip tree, then (inversion or reversal), and is doubled by the larger maple right on the opposite side of Bee Line.

Another very interesting thing to mention is that Tiny Tree’s bark has been worn off toward its base, as seen below. Have deer been rubbing against it? Or is this possibly additional handiwork by humans from previous times? It seems like more the actions of a knife did this. Could be wrong, but that makes for a lot of rubbing if not.

2 tall beech trees, which bend toward each other at their tops to intertwine in the leafy parts, seem to dramatically mark the lower end of Bee Line, which might start in the gap between them or in the immediate vicinity. The higher merger of the trees way up in the air here seems to mirror the unifying energy of the Bee Line between them on the ground. Yes, seems significant.

Lastly and probably not leastly we have the presence of an actual skull in Kentucky, of unknown animal origin. This comes from the southeast corner of the platform region. Is it a fox, perhaps? Doesn’t look like a calf’s but could be wrong, once more. Also significant is that only one of the two eyes sockets remain on the skull (the right one), and Poe’s “Gold Bug” story prominently features eyes of a skull. Specifically, Legrand’s servant Jupiter had to drop the gold bug and attached line through the *left* eye of the skull, and not the right eye. Only the left eye drop of the bug determines the correct position of the treasure subsequently uncovered, although the right eye was mistakenly tried first because of Jupiter’s inability to tell his left from his right.

Maybe the skull is that of a domestic dog instead?? (at least it’s not human!)


fox skull

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Kansas & Kentucky & More 01

1st map of the general Byng area, featuring both Kansas and Kentucky (flat platform area on ridge above Byng).

Byng Stream — starts high up on Wealthy Mtn. as a multitude of various forks which combine just before The Impasse (see below). Byng Stream basically runs through these areas:

– Upper Byng (forks just mentioned, in open, walkable woods);
– Impasse or The Impasse (rhododendron clogged region where forks unite as one stream — Byng — which then flows more rapidly as it forms several, long cascades;
– Kansas (general area between lower extent of Impasse and Lion’s Roar that has a navigable path running through it [in contrast to Impasse], forming more of a gorge-like region with steep sides);
– Lower Byng (from Lion’s Roar to mouth of creek at Flanigan’s Fork next to the nearest road — runs through a more open area here with, as in Upper Byng, many options for traversing)

Individual sites on Byng Stream:

Lion’s Roar — near lower end of Kansas that Byng flows all the way through; is a large, overhanging rock, the largest in the mapped area, it seems, and perhaps by a considerable margin. The overhang is extended enough so that I could stay here in the rain and be comfortable without getting wet, a notable plus in future considerations about developing this area. Lion’s Roar already shelters 50 objects (jars, pots, etc.) coming from the side of neighboring Yards Mtn., pieces of a future art happening in this area, no doubt.

Kansas Path — traceable path running all the way through the Kansas region of Byng, starting at the upper reach of Lower Byng and ending at the start of Impasse.

Periwinkle Falls — small cascades just upstream from Lion’s Roar. Split in paths just before, with left hand path (Kansas Path still) taking you upstream and right hand path forming basic beginning of Mystery Path connecting Kansas and Upper Byng in passing around the eastern side of Impasse.

Four Minutes — area recently cleared of dead rhododendron just above Periwinkle Falls. Represents possible future site of Temple of TIDE and more. Mystery Path runs through here; Kansas Path on other side of Byng from here. Named for a Roger Waters song.

Rock Island — small isle of rocks upstream from Four Minutes, near the center of Kansas. Debate in past whether this is part of Kansas or older defined yet vague regions of both Illinois and Iowa, perhaps stemming from the existence of a city called Rock Island (named for an island located between these 2 states) in the “real world”.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_Island,_Illinois

This also seems to imply an assoc. between Byng Creek and the Mighty Mississippi River. Iowa and Illinois, seen as one, are also 2 states bridging Kansas to the west (bordering Iowa) with Kentucky to the east (bordering Illinois). Some say our Rock Island floated downstream from somewhere within The Impasse, losing its Illinois/Iowa ties in the process (deeply debatable).

6 Mile Hill — as yet undeveloped region surrounding a large, dead tree (Rot Tree) in upper Kansas. Could be a center of that already mentioned future art happening. Perhaps. The name 6 Mile Hill relates to 4 Minutes also found in Kansas, and also a 6 Minute Hill on the Jeogeot continent of Second Life located in a sim of the same name. Shrine of Second Life here, then? (Jeogeot?)

Impasse Trees/”SF”/Mine — composing a single area in extreme upper Kansas, on the edge of Impasse and where you can’t keep making your way upstream on Byng directly because of clogging rhododendron, falling trees, briars, and more. The Mine in question is rumoured to be owned by Lisa the Vegetarian, and thus is perhaps an old quartz mine. “SF” just below it (“Suspiciously Flat”) may also be a hopeful reference to gold town San Francisco. Kansas Path end can connect to Mystery Path here, but the way up the embankment is quite steep, with falls and possible loss of limbs forewarned.

Kansas & Kentucky & More 02

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Kansas & Kentucky & More 02

continuing with descriptions of 1st map of the general Byng area, featuring both Kansas and Kentucky (flat platform area on ridge above Byng)…

we move to Kentucky on the ridge above Bing. Kentucky is then separate (to the immediate south) from the 4 Byng areas identified in the Kansas and Kentucky and More 01 post just below, or Upper Byng, Impasse, Kansas, and Lower Byng.

Locations in Kentucky:

Bee Line — the central ley line (literally perhaps) of Kentucky, cutting across the entire ridge diagonally and staying on a constant slope and angle throughout its 60-70 yard length. Seems very unique.

Tie Rocks — at upper extremity of the Bee Line, perhaps, representing 3 small stone juts from the ground that I used to tie the string subsequently extended across the whole of Bee Line. An alternate name is End Rocks, since they lie at the end of this line.

Rocky Mound — mysterious perhaps even ultra-mysterious mound just in front of Tie Rocks, and which Bee Line runs around just at its upper or higher end. Is approx. 15 feet in length. More investigation needed, perhaps even a dig? Possible that Rocky Mound could also be used as a sighting station toward neighboring Yards Mtn. (again, Kentucky is on the slopes of Wealthy Mtn. to the west of Yards Mtn.) per the Devil Seat of Poe’s “Gold Bug” short story (see below); totally unverified as of yet.

3 Trees — 3 trees just across Bee Line from Rocky Mound.

Split Log — long fallen tree mysteriously (once again) split in two almost right on the Bee Line. Represents perhaps 1st clear indication of this line with its stark division.

Rot Cathedral — large rotting tree trunk of reddish color, several yards to south of Bee Line.

Tiny Tree — central tree, perhaps, of Kentucky, and bark mysteriously (once again!) worn out near its base. Represents a polar opposite of huge tulip tree in Poe’s “Gold Bug”. Sits in middle of grass clumps.

Central Tree — the other candidate for central tree of Kentucky, and smart enough to snag the literal title before Tiny Tree or any other tree could step in. Tiny Tree and Central Tree then lie equidistance and on opposite sides of the Bee Line.

Bottle Clearing/”GOLD BUG” — if Tiny Tree or Central Tree is the central tree of Kentucky, then surely the cleared out space between them, which I have called both Bottle Clearing and GOLD BUG, represents the overall central area of Kentucky. Is about 3-4 yards in diameter, or about the same size as the space cleared out by Legrand for the dropping gold bug (from the skull in the huge tulip tree) of Poe’s story. In our case, a gold bug was found *after* the area was mostly cleared — inversion again. This gold bug was then removed and taken home by me for the wife to see and admire, and also our cat got a hold of it afterwards so we had to then put it in a small bottle to preserve.

Lovey Dovey Trees (not named on map) — two beech trees at the end of the Bee Line (Bee Line immediately between them) that are very similar in size and intertwine with each other in their leafy parts, becoming as one.

Terrarium — bottom of apparently same bottle shattered between Tiny Tree and Central Tree, and containing growing moss and at least one other small plant, hence the name. Very green! Just downhill from Lovey Dovey Trees and below the start of Bee Line.

Twomore Trees — two more (conjuncted) tree, as stated, in lower Kentucky and perhaps important in future events of the area. Do not intertwine, however, like L.D. Trees.

One Eye Skull — unk. animal skull with only one eye socket remaining. Probably a direct resonance with Poe’s skull in “Gold Bug” going on here, since the skull’s eyes are featured in that story. Found in extreme southeast Kentucky and then positioned on top of nearby log for better photos.

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Byng Again

Apparently I’m going to be able to spend a couple more days hiking around Byng, including tomorrow, Sat., perhaps part of Sun. and then Mon. Excitement! Should I broaden my search? — probably should focus instead on Kansas and Kentucky. Set up train track in Byng for certain, starting even tomorrow maybe. Return to Other Cave and perhaps Prism/Coin Cave. Revisit Tinsity. Entire 4 Valley Region. Wedge. Herman’s Rock and Grave. On the other side of Yards Mtn. comes Tile Creek, but I think I’ll save that for spring again, just like last year. Branching out further, a future destination is certainly the Trident Streams of Frank Park, in its westernmost reaches. A hike down Green Stream might be in order, as I’d already planned earlier in the year. What of Mossmen mythology and Mmmm’s and Marbles? Haven’t worked on that in a while. Should I buy more toys now? Think about that as well.

Hucka D.:

The base is in Baker Blinker and you build on that to create Frank and Herman Einstein for real. Octaves — repetitions. It will pan out.

bb:

What is the story behind the Bee Line in Kentucky, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Sadness.

bb:

Death?

Hucka D.:

No. Only of an animal. Check out what the animal is.

bb:

Tomorrow I’ll do measurements on the Bee Line. See exactly how long it is.

Hucka D.:

Bee Line is Dark Side of the Rainbow.

bb:

2?

Hucka D.:

Yeah.

bb:

What of Tin S. Man?

Tin S. Man:

Here.

Wallace3:

Hi Tin S. Man!

Tin S. Man:

How’s Rainbowology going, baker b., er, Wallace3?

bb:

You mentioned Nixon in your last email. I think you’re on to something.

Tin S. Man:

Gold standard… feel it.

bb:

Should I tell you about GOLD BUG?

Tin S. Man:

Already know it (!)

bb:

Oh sorry. Should be Wallace3 when I ask that.

Tin S. Man:

I know who you are.

bb:

But I don’t know who you are.

Tin S. Man:

Easy to find out.

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bb:

Well, I tried for about an hour.

Tin S. Man:

Looked right over me (!)

bb:

OK, another night.

Wallace3:

So I’m back in Wallace.

Nixon1:

Then I’m Nixon1. Feel it.

bb:

Sorry.

Wallace3:

Where’s Humphrey2?

Hucka D.:

This is silly.

bb:

What should we talk about?

Hucka D.:

Kansas. Four Minutes. 6 Minute Hill. Home.

bb:

Lion’s Roar.

Hucka D.:

Lion’s Roar, yeah.

bb:

Temple of TIDE?

Hucka D.:

Good enough.

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Byng Again Again

Another hike into Byng yesterday. Not a lot new discovered, but did revisit and reexamine both Kansas and Kentucky. Set up some train track in Lion’s Roar, but nothing finalized. Great fun… evening sun shining on me as I worked. The train track will be set up all along the interior wall of the Lion’s Roar rock, a natural setting. Thought of even leaving it up in the winter, but I suppose it would rust anyway; better just to finalize it (today?) and then take pictures to remember and re-create the layout later, just like I did in Billfork. This would be the 3rd marble track set up in the woods, after Hermania and Billfork. This could be the most natural of the 3 locations to set it up. Marbles from Kansas originally? Or at least they settled there in some number. Perhaps a track ran all up and down Kansas at some time in the past, terminating in Lion’s Roar. Instead of a single foot path winding through Kansas, you’d have that single track. Highly industrialized, like a coal country valley with a rr running through it. I’ll always remember Kansas as the place I resolved the Tin S. Man – Wallace3 friction of nearby Green Oz Valley, and add in Kentucky of course, since the Bee Line seems to, among other things, represent long, straight synchs like DSotR2.

How to further develop Kentucky today or tomorrow or Monday? Need to identify the skull there. Need to probably mark out the line better — I think I have the correct alignment, and, indeed, it appears to be about 65 yards long, or 2/3rds the length of a football field. My theory now is that it begins in a clump of grass between Lovely Dovey Trees (which have lost about all their leaves since I took snapshots of them last weekend), and ends at Tie Rock.

Buy compass to get the angle of Bee Line. I’m not finished with it yet.

Most important new find might be the discovery of the sanctioned center of Bee Line, or what I’m presently calling Center Rock.

There’s even a tiny central hole in this rock to emphasize the name. It lies between Central Tree and Tiny Tree, and, of course, right on the Bee Line. As I’m estimating, it’s about 13-14 yards to the lower end of Bee Line from this rock, and then about 50 yards to the upper end. It’s not in the phyiscal, linear center, then, just a central theoretical measuring point, like the Greenwich meridian. I think I’ll call the rock Tiny Central, then, since it lies between two trees of those names.

Will train track be set up in Kentucky? It seems to be more of a lab in this way. Did marbles come here, if they lived in Kansas below it? Perhaps. Maybe they created the Bee Line. So many mysteries remain.

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Lion’s Roar 01

Another great hiking and art making day in and around Byng. Actually went over into the next valley *north* of Byng for the first time this hiking season, or into the drainage area of the fabled Lost Valley. If I keep my focus on Byng, I believe this valley will become quite important.

But the bigger story today, probably, was the further evolution and refinement of Lion’s Roar itself, the heart of the Byng mythology. In several shifts this crisp, blue autumn day — 3 to be exact — I seemingly perfected Lion’s Roar’s railroad (note to self: maybe better to shorten the name to Lion Roar), while simultaneous setting up the “town” itself around its lower end. 37 pieces of track total were used.

I’m simply going to move into the pictures themselves for further explanations. Below we have a picture of the “town” near the beginning of the day, with the bottles still on the ground and the track still getting into shape. However, I notice here that the old timey coffee pot (left) is already being used to prop up a curvy part of the track, which means that I’d already done some work before taking this midday picture, actually. Original tests for this part of the track, taking place the day before this one, had it set up slightly higher on part of the rock juts themselves, which turned out to be impractical in my estimation. The new track was instead set up on pots such as the 2 shown in the picture, with a lower, rounder example propping up the track to the extreme right in the below photo.

Subtracting the railroad track itself (pieces numbering 37, as mentioned before), Lion’s Roar is now composed of 45 more or less permanent objects, including 30 bottles and 15 other objects, mostly pots, hauled in from neighboring Yards Mtn. (see this older post, for example). Below is the largest object currently residing in the town, a dome effect that puts in mind the head part of Robbie the Robot for some reason. Interesting, because I’ll compare another object of Lion’s Roar with another famous robot in just a moment. As for what this particular object’s real life purpose was, I don’t have a clue right now. Its large presence and unusual shape also reminds me of the similar qualities of Billfork’s B-Hivia, made from an old stove belly in that case. More on the comparisons of Billfork and Lion’s Roar in a moment as well.

Oh, and here we are already at a picture of the other object in Lion’s Roar reminding me of a robot head. Can you guess? Fans of Dr. Who probably picked up on it right away: yes, it looks kind of like a Dalek head, hehe. I’ll have to get proper names for both of these “robot head” objects asap.

Another interesting object used as a kind of doormat into Lion’s Roar. I believe it may be an old stove door. Unfortunately, I jumped on it from a rock above at one point and broke it in two today.

Angle into the heart of Lion’s Roar. Sue is still standing on the rock ledge near this center (small red object).

Another, smaller coffee pot also used to prop up part of the railroad.

Yet another. This happens to lie under the piece representing the exact center of the railroad, or the 19th counting from either end. Seems significant. More on that soon also.

Sue directing the construction of the railroad. I can still hear the echoes of his thunderous roars even now hours and hours later. Is he the *true* Lion of Lion’s Roar, then? Perhaps *he* thinks so. And just where *are* his traveling and exploring companions Stu, Spit and Sid? I can’t find them anywhere. But he seemed pretty happy today doing all the shouting and ordering himself. He’s OK alone right now, seemingly, or as OK as he gets.

Upper end of the railroad track. I logically call the two ends of the rail Upper End and Lower End. Maybe shorten those to Up End/Low End. To remind, Lion’s Roar proper exists at the lower end of the rr.

Btw, I call that large, pale stone in the below photo Overturned Rock, because that’s exactly what I did with it when first discovering some kind of animal poo on its surface. Problem solved.

More near the center of the rail, with Sue unseen in the photo just above. Very interesting ledge effect here, and I’m sure a name will be attached to it. Seems almost like a meeting place (?)

There’s Sue again. He’s almost standing above Center Pot, as I’ll perhaps start calling it, or the pot that holds up the very middle track of the system — 19th again. So there’s 18 track pieces uphill from this and also 18 track pieces downhill. This is the most interior part of Lion’s Roar.

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Wealthy Mtn. Top > Lion’s Roar 02

As stated before, it was a beautiful day in the mountains, a little on the cool side but fine once you start hiking around and building up some body heat. I just wore my regular flannel shirt, a toboggan hat, some light working gloves, and I was fine to go.

Pictured below are rocks near the top of this ridge of Wealthy Mtn. I’ve visited this particular set of rocks before, but it could have been up to 15 or 20 years ago. They are fairly much what I remember them being.

Also from about the same spot, I took this shot of Bass Ackwards Lake through the now mostly bare trees.

Detail of another interesting rock here. Almost looks like hieroglyphics.

Back in Lion’s Roar, everything is starting to shape up as the day progressed. The “Dalek Temple” can be seen in the background, protrusion pointed almost directly at us. Quiver! I’ve determined that this passageway through various bottles and other objects into this “temple” is one of two determinable roads of Lion’s Roar. Maybe Temple Way would be a good name?

Lion’s Roar as shot from across Byng Creek, featuring most of the town.

Another shot of that “Temple Way” mentioned above.

3 more colorful bottles were set up inside the railroad, and against the main bulk of the Lion’s Roar rock itself. These are in left to right order, Green Bottle, Orange Bottle, and Pink Bottle. I didn’t realize it until drawing back and taking an overall gander at what I’d done when positioning these bottles in a creative frenzy — almost all the more colorful bottles were set on the inside of the track, and all the clear bottles on the outside. Is this possibly some unconscious reference to racial segregation? Probably not, but I just thought of it anyway. If so, the “colored” bottles are more valuable here, although I don’t see the bottles as people but more as buildings of some sort.

Note: I dare not think too deeply about what could be in the sealed orange bottle. We don’t want to see it break either (!)

More bottles, with the centerpiece here being “Pretty Bottle”, again, like with the colorful bottles mentioned above, set against the main rock wall of Lion’s Roar for further protection. In front of it are two flat, natural rocks of the location. To its immediate left (if we see it as facing away from this wall) is Pale Green Bottle.

Another interesting part of Lion’s Roar, closer to End Line or Low End. Almost seems to be 2 pillars backing another temple of some sort.

Looking toward the center of Lion’s Roar, uphill from the town. The smaller pot in the back is Center Pot, once more. The larger pot more in the foreground doesn’t have a name yet, like many other Lion’s Roar objects. Interesting that it has a door.

Another shot of the biggest of these objects once more, the “Robbie Robot head” temple. It too is helping to prop up the train track a bit here.

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Lion’s Roar 03

Another identified passageway or simply “way” of Lion’s Roar, intersecting the other way at right angles. I believe those two, smaller bottles in the foreground represent the only distinctly colored ones on the outside of the track from the wall, or brown (left) and white (right). Oops, my knee got into that picture.

A photo highlighting the natural rocks of Lion’s Roar, including a more interesting one between the two, flatter and plainer (planar?) ones containing several areas of white quartz. I’ll attempt to inventory all rocks and objects of Lion’s Roar asap.

Looking around a moss covered rock projection toward End Line, or the lower end of Lion’s Roar itself.

It was a good day.

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Lion’s Roar Analysis 01

“You didn’t get around to talking about the Lion’s Roar Exemption. You must keep the train track here. All winter (!)”

bb:

Thanks Hucka D. What exactly *is* this place I’ve created today? It’s bigger and more substantial than Billfork, even. Is it a new center? Is Byng even more important than TILE Creek even?

Hucka D.:

No. Not really. Different.

bb:

Bee Line and now Lion’s Roar. A different kind of bee’s line, straight and curvy now. Is the track called Bee’s Line?

Hucka D.:

No. It was called The Lion. Like The Line.

bb:

Roaring might be the marbles racing on this Lion line, then.

Hucka D.:

Correct. They rumbled. The town felt it. Roars.

bb:

Interesting.

Hucka D.:

Isn’t it.

bb:

It is.

Hucka D.:

Now you’ve got to find Stu, Spit, and Sid. Kansas must be explored.

bb:

I thought of a slogan: Lion’s Roar, the New York of Kansas.

Hucka D.:

Good enough (!)

bb:

Then I’ve got to think about Rock Island and the intrusion of Illinois/Iowa into Kansas from the north — the island floats in from Impasse, theoretically.

Hucka D.:

No theory. Truth (!!)

bb:

(!!!)

Hucka D.:

(!!!!)

bb:

Is it trying to make its way down to Lion’s Roar?

Hucak D.:

Yes. (!!!!!)

bb:

And Periwinkle Falls blocks it.

Hucka D.:

Precisely. (pause) Thank God.

bb:

What would happen if the two collide?

Hucka D.:

What would happen if New York and Chicago slammed into each other and all their skyscrapers got mixed up in the jumble?

bb:

Don’t know.

Hucka D.:

Think.

bb:

Er…

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Lion’s Roar locations

Maps of Lion’s Roar. First Pot and Center Pot in the upper part are not shown — they lie in the direction beyond Rob E. Center and Door Pot, and like them act as supports for the passing rail.

The second identified way of town shown here: Side Way. It could represent the main business part of Lion’s Roar. Now to find some “people” to populate the town with. Anyone? (Believe me, they’re all clamoring!)

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Knick Knack Knock

“Some say Elliot Carter was born on Sideway, or made his musical fortune there. He chose to be an avatar. (pause) baker b.? Not there.”

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“Beetle, Music? Anyone?”

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“The first resident of Lion’s Roar was Gold Bug. He was attempting to sell a *copy* of the Bee’s Line for a million dollars. All over town he tried — this was the equivalent of Millionaires Row. Sorry, Musician’s Row.”

bb:

Was the Bee’s Line a piece of music?

Hucka D.:

There you are. No, it was a line, an actual, physical line just like your line you took home with you today. He said it represented a million dollar treasure. Maybe a mil and a half.

bb:

Ahhh… Lion’s Roar is kind of like the cardboard city of 12 Oz Mouse (!)

http://boards.adultswim.com/t5/12-Oz-Mouse/bd-p/mouse

I wonder if this Gold Bug is actually a gold bug or it’s a more anthropomorphic or human character?

Hucka D.:

Ummm… I know who you have in mind. But I believe he has greenbacks. No rubles… greenbacks.

bb:

So Lion’s Roar is a setting for a tv show, just like virtual Pietmond was. It’s more the setting than what the individual buildings are about.

Hucka D.:

Both. Who owned the Triplets? Were they the original buildings of town, as you put it? And why are there perhaps 3 Triplets left behind on Yards Mountain this season that didn’t make the journey to Lion’s Roar? Triplets — one for each “high rise”.

bb:

Actual triplets, like Hector, Hubert, Howard?

Hucka D.:

Yes! (pause) Maybe. We brainstorm again. Funtas… well, just fun.

bb:

I agree. Let’s keep going a bit (!) So Gold Bug comes into town, says he’s found a Bee’s Line which is the same as a map. You dig at a certain place and you find the treasure. Talks about Central Tiny as a rock to be found. Talks about the mysterious Rock Mound. A skull… where did it go, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

I hid it. It detracted from the overall story if identified.

bb:

Nice. Didn’t want to carry that thing in my backpack anyway (smiles). So we know that Gold Bug…

Hucka D.:

But one word, just Goldbug.

bb:

Goldbug, then, comes in from place called Kentucky where he’s been prospecting.

Hucka D.:

It’s me. You’re right. *I* want to be the star of this movie, er show.

bb:

Great! So we’ll say you’re the golden bug (!)

Hucka D.:

I’m divine. (blushes)

bb:

And you have this line. And everyone in town laughs at you because you’re trying to sell this line, this Bee’s Line. Then you unroll it in the center of town — put 2 stakes 40 feet apart and start to unwind it. Let’s see, it’s about 65 yards long so that’s 250 feet or so, which means you’d have wind it around these poles over 6 times.

Hucka D.:

Well, it certainly gets the grizzly townspeople interested, this unwinding.

bb:

Esp. Ted Turner.

Hucka D. (apparently rehearsing):

I want greensbacks, not the gold backed stuff. The real stuff. Paper. This is not about Golden. This is not about me.

bb:

I’d think he’d want the gold backed currency, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

He walks Millionaires Row. He knocks door to door. Knick Knack Knock, the 3 Triplets. He knocks on Knock’s door first. “Knick, knack, knock. Who goes there? Who goes there??”

bb:

So each of the 3 Triplets answers the door with all 3 of their names.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Could be pretty funny. “Just a simple bee,” he answers. “A bee with a line from Kentucky. Elliot Carter sent me.”
“You’re a funny bug,” Knock answers. “Do you know me already? We are 3 in 1, perhaps making Foreign One. Like The Arab. Do you know him or her?”

bb:

Maybe: Knik, Knak, Knok. But everyone mispells it in town. The Triplets try to correct when possible.

Hucka D.:

They own the highrises [of town]. They’re so rich they bought three more [duplicates] but left them in storage over on Yards Mtn. They describe riches still to be had in that money field over there. Say you can spy it with a spyglass in the winter.

bb:

It’s the Money Go Round.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Precisely.*

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bb:

Importantly, Hucka D. tells the story about a mosquito which landed on part of the string, making it dark, just at where a tree was on the line which he was otherwise going to skip. Instead he names the tree Mosquito Tree and includes it on the line.

Hucka D.:

You have to study that line. Goodbye.

bb:

Thanks! Great start for the story.

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* http://www.lyricstime.com/kinks-the-moneygoround-lyrics.html

Robert owes half to Grenville
Who in turn gave half to Larry
Who adored my instrumentals
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took half the money that was earned in some far distant land
Gave back half to Larry and I end up with half of goodness knows what
Oh can somebody explain why things go on this way
I thought they were my friends I can’t believe it’s me, I can’t believe that I’m so green
Eyes down round and round let’s all sit and watch the moneygoround
Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there
Do they all deserve money from a song that they’ve never heard
They don’t know the tune and they don’t know the words
But they don’t give a damn
There’s no end to it I’m in a pit and I’m stuck in it
The money goes round and around and around
And it comes out here when they’ve all taken their share
I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served
On the verge of a nervous breakdown I decided to fight right to the end
But if I ever get my money I’ll be too old and grey to spend it
Oh, but life goes on and on and no one ever wins
And time goes quickly by just like the moneygoround
I only hope that I’ll survive

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Closed Cave

Amazingly bizarre find yesterday while hiking the 4 Valleys region on the west side of Wealthy Mtn. So bizarre it’s difficult to write about…

Okay, here goes: found a cave, and one sitting *directly beside* another I’d already classified as “Other Cave”, now called Open Cave. The new cave is contrastingly called *Closed* Cave. Together they also make a type of twin caves site, almost like 2 side-by-side rooms. They lie near the head of the 2nd valley of the 4 Valleys region, counting from west to east (see above map).

Below we have just a small sample of the protective vegetation surrounding Closed Cave on basically all sides, even the top. It’s *extremely* difficult to reach, although one assumes this was not the case in some bygone day…

… since within this small cave, perhaps 20 feet deep (similar to depth of nearby Prism Cave, then), we have a number of bricks, obviously moved here by human hands.

And moreover, we have clear signs that the entrance to the small cave has been compromised, seemingly by reinforcing the ledge it is on. Is *this* where the stove sat instead of inside?

Because there’s also this evidence that a stove was indeed here, although I can’t make out the brand because of the worn letters. This lies just below the above pictured ledge where I sat my coffee cup.

As I said, Closed Cave is essentially inaccessible from any direction. I actually went around neighboring Open Cave and entered from the back, the only way I safely knew how. And even then it was tough going through rhododendron and briars. I was crawling on all 4s throughout.

Closed Cave rocks from more of a distance. What is the meaning of all this?? And who “lived” there???

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4 Valleys

Another remarkable hike today on what could be my last day off for Fall Hiking Season. Short-ish but sweet. Hiked the 4 Valley region again, with 2 big finds. First the discovery of what I call a Southern Passage (or Lower Passage) up and around these ridges, staying close to the bottom instead of the top. All 4 ridges can now be accessed through this lower passage — before, for example, I’d have to huff it all the way up to Louisiana on the 3rd ridge over (counting, once more, south to north), to get from 2 to 4. Now I can significantly undercut that ascent on this 3rd ridge. 2 prominent flat parts (or platforms) on ridges 2 and 3 have now also been found, as yet unnamed. These would be similar to Louisiana itself, although neither approach the size of Kentucky. The larger of these 2 new platform finds on the lower ends of the 4 Valleys ridges might be another site for some type of art happening, and maybe even a more permanent structure might be built there, like some type of earth lodge (?). Anyway the discovery of this Southern Passage alone would have made my day. The 4 Valleys region is becoming tightly bonded with Byng, and I believe they actually make one region between them, separate from any others around Wealthy Mtn. or neighboring Yards Mtn. for that matter. So Green Oz Valley to the west seems separate, and the whole, extensive Lost Valley region (an area I thought of exploring today but decided against it in favor of 4 Valleys) also appears separate, and may be dividable into several sub-regions itself.

A 2nd major find is the discovery of another cave in the 4 Valleys regions. We already have discussed Prism Cave, and also a place called Other Cave. Well, as it turns out Other Cave has a twin cave sitting right next to it, and more enclosed or *closed* in, as well as probably larger. So I’ve redesignated Other Cave as *Open* Cave, and the newly discovered cave next to it becomes Closed Cave. Together they are also the Twin Caves, I suppose.

Close Cave had most definite signs of human habitation in the past, and may have been the site of a *stove*, if I’m understanding what I’m seeing in and immediately around it. A number of bricks remain inside (where the stove sat?), and then a stove piece was found just outside the mouth of the cave, which seems to have been artificially enhanced with the creation or reinforcement of a ledge. I’ll get into more of this in my post devoted to the cave just below.

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“Hucka D., who lived in this cave, or at least stayed there? The ceilings seem quite low for any extended stay. But then there’s the matter of the possible stove.”

Hucka D.:

Chuck lived inside. (pause)

bb:

Was he a little person? Munchkin, I suppose?

Hucka D.:

No. (pause) Wait, yes.

bb:

The 4 Valleys region is becoming super important.

Hucka D.:

Each valley a story, each story a valley.

bb:

Maybe we should return to our Lion’s Roar evolving story, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Me. (pause) Me, me, me (!)

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Byng/4 Valleys Map

See this map for details about the Lion’s Roar/Gold Bug area: Kansas & Kentucky & More.

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Tomorrow…

Incorporate Dead End Street into Lion’s Roar.

Compare Billfork and Lion’s Roar, short term and long term.

Continue Gold Bug story. Gold Bug is Golden Joseph(ine) in part. Money for tooth. Price on his golden head.

He had greenbacks (paper currency not back by bullion) coming into town. Told of gold in them thar hills (Kentucky).

Rely more on Poe’s Gold Bug story for more clues of Lion’s Roar *tale*.

“Don’t you think Lion’s Roar is the tale of DSotR2?”

Emerald City is Lion’s Roar?

What of the Rock Island energized by Ill./Iowa but originally floating down to the top of Periwinkle Falls from The Impasse? Floating Island.

Knock Knick Knack have library inside their building. Tells of Powerman, of Plastic Man, of Tin S. Man in order. Creations of Lisa the Vegetarian. Lisa the V. has temple in town where everyone in town goes to worship her twice, 3 times a week maybe. It is understood she controls the mtn. Knock is a priest of Rainbowology. Studies quartz — says most massive quartz crystals found in Quartz Brook on other side of mtn. Knock tells of Powerman first, then Plastic Man, then Tin S. Man. Superman? “Some say Superman is the 4th Man”, he says to Golden Bug. “Do you want to fly like Superman, little bug?” Yes!” came the answer, for Golden Bug knew something Knock didn’t, and that all Mans are 1 Man. He flew to Kentucky in reverse, then, which means he admits to Knock at the time that he came from Kentucky like Superman. “Daniel Boone was also a man,” Knock shared. “A real man.” “True man?” And then Golden Bug was off to another destination. He knew the Prism Cave held the key. It was a lock.

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The next day…

More questions: Does Wallace3 come to live in Lion’s Roar and not his own Wallace next to Tinsity? It is a great question; I think he does for a time. He thinks Tinsity too dangerous (radioactive?) to exist next to for now. Studies past/present/future of that area — *will* he establish Rainbowology under the 3333 Protectorate in that area? If Wallace3 comes to live in Lion’s Roar he may write a history of Jeogeot then, and Pietmond in particular. He will compare Lion’s Roar directly with Pietmond. For one thing, both are settings for fictional tv shows, but the townspeople will not know what he is on about here (since they’re part of the show itself, and unable to stand outside of their roles in this way). Wallace3 might say that Pietmond is better than Lion’s Roar, even if it is virtual. Can go inside buildings with your avatar. People of town will counter this — say *they* live inside the bottles — just go through the walls. “Then what?” Wallace3 counters himself. They do not have an answer for this, all except Knock of Knick Knack Knock. In contrast, Goldbug lived in the past, and Lion’s Roar is more like a 19th Century US western style prospector town to him, it seems, with segregation in place (notice acronym of Triplets) and colored bottles on opposite side of rr from clear bottles. This is just symbol, mind you, and a transfer of past memories and events of places to present event as art happening in woods of Herman Park, Haze County, US of A. Knock is aware of the transfer, however. Is aware there is prejudice in town, on the abstract level that the town exists in the first place. Knock says Wallace3 is needed here. Pietmond will make Lion’s Roar stronger, he says — a connection to a virtual world where indeed you can go into buildings and walk around as avatars. “But what of Sue?” he then asks. “Where are his prospecting companions? We would like to get him and his roaring out of Lion’s Roar asap.” Wallace3, still freeforming, states, “Carcassonnee was in Pietmond, an alien herself. Sometimes went by the name of Sharon or Charon. Lion’s Roar doesn’t have a powerful center like that.” “We have Lisa,” retorts Knock. “Lisa the Vegetarian. We worship her at our several places of worship 2 to 3 times a week, maybe less. We bring her pieces of quartz to honor her purity. She is High F… Hi-fi maybe. Yes… hi-fi it is.” For Knock knew they were making this up as they went as well. He looked at the alien Wallace3 over top of his 19th Century spectacles, took him in. “It’s good the grizzly people of this prominent village can’t see you, all but me.” He looked down the street at just such milling villagers. “Is this the Village Green?” Wallace3 asked, knowing it was a loaded question. “Is it *doomed*?” he could have added (but didn’t). “Z” might know”, Knock states. He lives at the end of that dead end street just up the road. A little green bottle use to sit at the end of it, so we always called it Little Green. But now it’s just Dead End Street. In a 2 room apartment on the 2nd floor we’ll find Z.” I knew *a* Z had been involved in semi-recent discussions of The Table of Hilo. I wondered if it was the same guy.

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Tomorrow 02

Been reading my blog posts from about a year ago forward. Have reached part about reexploring TILE Creek again — finding TILE Falls, etc. Very exciting times. I hope we have close to that warm type of winter again, but certainly can’t count on it. First a really really cold winter, then a schizo winter where it’s really really cold to begin and warm to end, and then a really really warm winter. What’s next??? So I have to anticipate The Woods being closed off for me fairly soon, perhaps as early as December. Christmas vacation usually brings snow covered ground. Yet I don’t seem to have Second Life exploring any longer to keep me occupied during this potentially large rl exploring gap. Work on other baker b. modules instead? How about Paradox II, or Paradox III for that matter? Then of course we have Rainbowology now, which I haven’t really worked on in several weeks, or since the discovery of Lion’s Roar and its Kansas — really since the blog got into full swing here. Tin S. Man and I split over the 3333 nature, with the gap unable to be closed. Natural rift, leading to Lion’s Roar. Wallace3 seems to have even moved to Lion’s Roar now, and away from the Tinsity Metro Area of Green Oz Valley. Let’s ask him (to speed up things).

Wallace3:

Yes, I’ve decided to live in Lion’s Roar instead of Wallace/Tinsity. Knock will be a friend, perhaps this Z, although he wasn’t home tonight. I’ll examine Jeogeot history, which ended with Pietmond and a small addition with Boris[ just read]. Lion’s Roar has 2 ways, maybe three if we add in Pretty Way. The train track can take us-as-marbles anywhere in the Lion’s Roar location, as long as it’s downhill, har. Lion’s Roar contains answers. I will dig into the history of Goldbug, who was here in the past century, perhaps about 1841 or so. Found the Bee’s Line. Must examine what this line is more. Is it the train rail as I originally thought — I don’t think so now. Knock has indicated 3 “Men”, with a 4th man coming from Kentucky, a superman of sorts, called Daniel Blown. Daniel Blown is found in Billfork, hum. My friend Flynn asks about him every once in a while — “sure would like to know more about this Daniel Blown fellow.” I must investigate the nature of these 4 men, then. Some say that Daniel Blown might have even lived in Closed Cave???

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Wallace3 put pen to paper to begin. “Jeogeot was a fabled land, with Pietmond its crown jewel. Really it was Chilbo, and Pietmond was a chip off the old blog. Chilbo needed help. Norum and Chilbol existed in Lemony times. Norum had to turn into Pietmond, because it was not accepted in Chilbo (site of Medieval jousting fairs, etc.). If DSotR can be revitalized through Tin S. Man and Tinsity/Wallace, then so can Second Life and Jeogeot perhaps. Alma might know.”

Knock (looking over his shoulder):

Shouldn’t…

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… we be looking at the bigger picture. I’m just saying that to say something[ mind you].

bb:

Hi Knock my oldest friend. (smiles) I still haven’t read your book all the way through — X-Ray. Are you Tin S. Man? Because it seems that the other Tin S. Man is the real Tin S. Man.

“I am superman,” came the reply. Like REM except not.” “Another lead!” I replied back. Super. “Can I take a tour of town with you, Knock,” I requested. He shrugged, looked at his pile of work to be done, gave me a “who cares” expression, and waved to the door in acquiescence. “You’re so kind,” I said. He had a large gait; rather cumbersome to keep up with him as he turned left on Side Way to head toward Little Brown. “Do you know who lives *here*?” he asked. “Chuck?” I guessed. But he nodded — I had guessed correctly. Chuck was the fellow I theorized might have lived in Closed Cave in the nearby (to us normal sized humans) 4 Valley region. “This is the *real” Chuck, though,” said Knock. “Where’s Knick and Knack?” I asked, examining the brown bottle with him. He picked it up, suddenly “normal” sized. “Now you know the secret to getting out of here.” He handed me the normal sized bottle. I looked down at Lion’s Roar; the bottles, the pots, the rail. “Are we still down there as well??” “No,” he answered. “You’re either down there, trapped in the microcosm, or you’re up here in the stratosphere, with the townspeople unable to see you… Big Sky and all.” He laughed a bit. “You should have written novels, Knock,” I responded. “*This* is my novel. I know what you are up to. *I* created Tin S. Man, gave him the desire to research DSotR. For I am truly Tin S. Man, or I once was. Now I’m superman. I’m able to do this.” He indicated with his hands his suddenly enlarged body. Superman, eh? “How do we get back inside?” I asked, looking at the brown bottle. “Just put the bottle back on the ground,” he responded, and did so. We were back in Lion’s Roar, the bottle suddenly looming over us although it was one of the smallest in town. “We don’t need to go “outside” right now. As long as you know we can.” He pauses thoughtfully, allowing me to catch my breath. I looked around. The townspeople had returned, but they were more obviously than ever what one would call “shades”. “What of the segregation symbols in the town?” “They are what they are,” Knock replied.

“One more thing,” he added. You have to put the bottle back exactly where you took it. Just grab it with your hand. You can practice on your own. I have to get back to my studio.” “Working on another album?” I asked. “No, I’m working on getting Knick Knack and Knock lined up and harmonized. Yeah, of course I’m working on an album. *Always*” He disappeared inside the Knock bottle, leaving me on my own to explore the town.

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Tomorrow 03

“Knock is the only person in town that talks to me. Knock is the only *person* in town period!”

Hucka D.:

That’s not true. There’s *me*!

bb:

If you are the golden bug or play Goldbug, then that’s way in the past still.

Hucka D.:

I’m still there. You haven’t unraveled the line yet. The Lion.

bb:

Many mysteries still about Byng and the 4 Valleys region, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Daniel Blown, yeah.

bb:

I think I’d like to go back to Carcassonne soon, the stream with all the white rocks.

Hucka D.:

Great place.

bb:

How can I possibly create a unified theory about these 2 mtn. parks with a way between them??

Hucka d.:

Slowly. That’s what the mtns. want.

bb:

I could examine the references to Yards Mtn. in P. Big, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

They’re there.

bb:

Hand Spring is referenced in Spirited Away in that red/green/blue/yellow window illuminating the bowl of water in the vacant temple.

Hucka D.:

Temple of TIDE.

bb:

Yeah, suppose so. What’s the relationship of TILE and TIDE?

Hucka D.:

Same thing. Except concentrated.

bb:

Did TIDE predate TILE? And what of Tyle in all this?

Hucka D.:

TIDE solves the problem of The Fall in Dark Side of the Rainbow. It looks like nonsense when you write that statement out for me in your blog but it isn’t.

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bb:

Oh, The Table (!)

Hucka D.:

OK, yeah.

bb:

Remember I had all the avatars sitting around it in Happy or Hilo or whatever that village in Siliconicus is called now. The one I still have in Second Life.

Hucka D.:

Hilo. No, Philo.

bb:

Yeah, that one. Table House is central in all of it, along with maybe the Norris Building.

Hucka D.:

You have Lion’s Roar now[ to add in].

bb:

But back to The Table. Obviously this new fellow, Knock, is a progression beyond Tin S. Man or a revelation of who is inside that tin suit.

Hucka D.:

Not who you expected. But that’s Superman. The 4th Man.

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Knock (answering bb’s question):

I suppose the Village Green concept is the most important one to develop in your synchs, baker b. I like to talk to you as Wallace3 now, though. To be safe.

bb:

Where’s Z? Sorry.

Wallace3 (repeating):

Where’s Z?

Knock:

He’s at the end of Dead End Street. Little Green. In Little Green.

bb:

Sorry again.

Wallace3:

But there is no Little Green bottle in Lion’s Roar.

Knock:

Did you check again tomorrow? Today I meant?

Wallace3:

He was at The Table in Goremoor. In Hilo or Philo.

Knock:

Give that up[ for now]. Talk to me.

Wallace3:

Lion’s Roar is a new standard.

Knock:

Yeah. We’ll find Z. He’s around back somewhere.

Wallace3:

What of Marty and Plant and Lemon?

Knock:

Oh, they’ll come around. I’ve blocked them, actually. I don’t care about Marty too much. Or Lemon. As you know now.

Wallace3:

But that’s just macho positioning. You must see The Beetles’ greatness.

Knock:

Nah, we were better. Are better. We were around much longer. We went through the ringer. The Beetles… they just gave up. I’ll support The Residents over The Beetles[ as greatest rock group ever] sure. Even I see that. Unless it’s us.

Wallace3:

The Bill will remain on top of synchdom for now, however. But they’re not a rock group or a musical group period.

Knock:

Nah. Lemon liked them and brought them in.

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Lion’s Roar Tomorrow…

… and will probably just turn over the bottles to keep them from breaking, along with taking down the 37 pieces of track. Just like with Billfork, I can rebuild all this later. I still have some bottles set up in Billfork, but they are reversed and stuck in the ground itself. The ones at Lion’s Roar are standing upright.

The problem? Why Hurricane Sandy of course. There’s a very good chance for some accumulation of snow (a rarity even in these higher elevations for October) and also high winds are expected. I can’t take a chance with my bottles smashing. Good news out of this? I think I can just leave my pots and non-glass objects where they are there.

So winter is almost here, at least an early taste. Batten down the hatches as they say!

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Knock:

The town will still be here, as they say. You don’t need the physical town to have a town. Lion’s Roar will always be there.

bb:

Thanks Knock.

Knock:

Wallace3, please.

Wallace3:

Sorry[ once more]. Soooo….

Knock:

We must have addition spirits, as I think Hucka D., your Hucka Doobie, would agree.

Wallace3:

Return to Second Life.

Knock:

Probably. Any ideas?

Wallace3:

I’m from Jeogeot, so I just could establish a base there again.

What I “have” still:

Am I still a refuge from Jeogeot? Pietmond has been destroyed for 9 months now. Boris was very short lived. I should ask Knock — as Wallace3 I mean. But I think he would encourage me to return to Jeogeot, to write the history of that continent. Can I do this from Nautilus instead? No, he would probably answer. So I have several options. The most attractive, actually, may be Noru again. The Centre.

But maybe not.

I am still a refuge.

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Heart O’ Herman Park

Since I’ve gotten around to writing the text for this post, the appellations for the lakes pictured below have changed. Head Lake in the map has “reverted” back to Heart Lake, and the actual Head Lake appears to instead be the larger body of water at the bottom of the map, here called Heart Lake. So the two names have been reversed in the meantime. Drink Lake, to the left, will probably be still known as this in future posts, although it is understood that behind-the-scenes planning had it at some point as Hand or Hands Lake. Instead, at some stage in the development, the “Hands” part was moved to the opposite side of the stream in effect, or made the *source* of the stream, hence Hand Spring, which begins with “hands” as well (upper center of map). The implications for this move are quite enormous for the Frank Herman Einstein blog.

And now Bass Ackwards Lake (map’s left) is now called or implied to be Health Lake, completing the 4H analogy. And all this is now directly assoc. with the state of Arkansas through its own, strong 4H resonance, including containing the only US Heath and Heart population centers. Health Lake also could be different from the other 3 named Herman Park lakes in that it might be spinning in an opposite direction from the others, whatever that means. One clue to this is the removal of “Wright” from old 3 leaf clover emblems of the 4H club when a 4th “H” is added, which might mean that the one *left*, the 4th (Health), is spinning in the opposite direction (or opposite of (W)right). But what is this spinning if so? Could it be the direction of time itself?

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“Heart Lake…

… is the key to unfolding the names of Herman Park pools of water, Hucka D. There’s Heart Lake to begin, then Head Lake, then Hands, then Health. I think Health must be the same as what we’ve been calling Bass Ackwards Lake.

Hucka D.:

*You’ve* been calling it that. But, yeah, Flanigan the Irish (Potato) named the 4 bodies of water in Herman Park. 4Hs. Starting with Health instead of ending with Health[ like in the 4H Club motto]. So Green Oz Creek runs into Health Lake. Your lines again…

bb:

Head Lake is nearest Heart Lake. And Hands Lake is also a natural since we have Hand Spring near its beginning. “Hands” again. And all 4 imply Arkansas[ once more]. Herman Park is Arkansas at least in this way.

[INSERT MAP OF ARKANSAS WITH HEART, HEAD, HAND, HEALTH.]

bb:

That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about tonight, Hucka D., if you wish. Herman’s Grave is Pennsylvania. The epitaph I mean.

Hucka D.:

Yes. It is.

bb:

And it perhaps can be seen from Kentucky. So, another thing…

Both a Kansas and a Kentucky are found in Edgar County, Illinois. And on the same “line” (New York Central). Edgar County also has a Raven village, which brings to mind Edgar Allan Poe’s comment concerning the value of his 2 most famous stories during his lifetime, “The Gold-Bug” and “The Raven”. In 1848, near the end of his life, Poe compares the public success of each and states, “the bird beats the bug.”

Paris, Illinois is the hometown of Alfalfa of Our Gang fame, who was noted for singing Bing Crosby tunes.

It all seems to point toward Edgar County being a container for the energy of neighboring Kansas (and its Bing or Byng Creek) and Kentucky (and its Gold Bug) in the 4 Valleys region of Herman Park. Also notable: Metcalf in Edgar Co.

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http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/concreek-again-01/

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“Who…

… is this Flanigan fellow, then, the one the stream emitting from Health Lake is named after?”

Hucka D.:

How ’bout — drumroll please — the cavedweller (!)

bb:

Hmm.

Hucka D.:

Not that impressed? I though it was a profound connection.

bb:

Second Life can’t get a hold of me again. No gravity.

Hucka D.:

GoogleEarth!

bb:

Yes. Another virtual reality.

Hucka D.:

Lake District!!

bb:

Yes.

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Hucka D. had to fly away and check on his theories about Flanigan as a cavedweller. I laid down all the bottles of Lion’s Roar on the ground yesterday, along with taking home all the train track set up there. The pots are still in their same positions, however. It all can be re-created easily enough. Even had to take Sue back. Currently Hurricane Sandy is pounding the east coast, and is bringing us here a significant snow event, very unusual for this time of year. I still have the Bee’s Line to unravel — somewhere. A man named Raven may have come into Lion’s Roar, just like Goldbug did earlier. Perhaps several years later. Told of the island stuck at the top of Periwinkle Falls (Rock Island) and how Edgar was there. Fit in somewhere the idea that “the bird beats the bug,” also connected with Wax-Bee/Bird (personal note).* Rock Island came from the area of The Impasse, floating down Bing to the top of these falls, or just upstream from Four Minutes. Raven will show map of Edgar County, Ill. even, and say Kansas and Kentucky united by New York (Lion’s Roar?) or… dunno yet.

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* Waxy the Bird already shown in this post of the Baker Blinker Blog from last year. Is this the same as The Raven now?

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Brown/White

Resonances:

Whites Island and Browns Island:

Little Brown and Little White bottles of Lion’s Roar, just laid down on the ground in prep for Sandy, perhaps not to be set up again until the spring or later.

Bowers Island and Browns Island:

Also important, and points to Zircon (formerly Confederation), the central province of Wazob, which is also traditionally assoc. with the color brown as a whole; contains Brown and Bowers territories. I thought of Zircon when writing the little tale of Knock picking up Little Brown and becoming gigantic in the process (*Chuck* Laser is biggest basketball star of the Zircon Zappers). Like my “High Octave Story” set in Zircon. Charlie Brown is nicknamed Chuck in Peanuts.

Notice also these can translate to possessive words, like Brown’s, Bowers’, White’s. Means bottles own the islands?? Is this a message from the prostrated bottles themselves? Do they think they’re dead now?

But I found all this in looking at the area surrounding the only US Pallas (extreme left on map), which Poe’s Raven perched on all during his poem of the same name. Pallas=wisdom.

Also perhaps notable from map: Red Cross village found at mouth of a Mouse Creek, which also contains Urban upsteam. Also compared Lion’s Roar to cardboard city of 12 Oz Mouse just recently, and also Dead End Street unites the two (with a Little Green bottle at the end of it according to Knock, which actually doesn’t exist in Lion’s Roar, although you have a larger green bottle that he may actually have been referring to).

More:

Yards Mtn. as a whole as Pennsylvania, the location of the map containing the islands and Pallas above. Pennsylvania has also been strongly related to Herman’s Grave, similarly on Yards Mtn. and at the edge of a meadow. Specifically, the sw corner county of Greene.

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Hustle > Health

TEXT SOON.

http://cals.arizona.edu/aes/mac/ag-ventures/4-H_detailed_history.htm

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“Don’t…

… you think Yards Mtn. was created first, Hucka D.?” (pause) “Hucka D.?”

Looks like I’m on my own tonight, maybe. Well, that’s my theory now — that Yards Mtn. came first and Wealthy Mtn. second. *Health* lake was the last lake added to the Herman Park quad sqaud, after Heart, Head, and Hands. Heart (and then Head) may have been first, but corrupted (by plastic people?). Health Lake across the Way from all the rest was last, and also Wealthy Mtn. formed after the rest of the area of Herman Park. It was furthest away from the town of Boulder. But what of Frank Park? Was Frank Park already there before Herman Park? Or was Frank Park created from Herman Park in some fashion. We know that Herman Park is priceless and Frank Park has a very very high price but a price nonetheless. We know the priceless aspect of Herman Park is through TILE Creek, or the existence of such. This is the “1” that makes 6 into 7, or equates it spacially with Frank Park.

So the order of lake creation seems to be: Heart, Head, Hands, and then Health. Health Lake may have originally — briefly — been named Hustle Lake per the 4H history of the slogan. Also might be significant that health rhymes with wealth, and part of Benj. Franklin’s “Early to Bed” quote (Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy wealthy and wise). According to the 4H history article linked below, O. H. Benson came up with the 3 leaf clover emblem of 4H in 1907 or 1908 (with the H’s standing for Heart, Head, Hands), then changed to a 4 leaf clover in 1912 when “Hustle” was added. But the article also mentions that another man, O. B. Martin, suggested changing Hustle to Health soon afterwards. So the emblem is really the work of two men, perhaps just like the arrangement of Herman Park lakes is the work of two. Maybe Wealthy Mtn. has a different patron, so to speak, than Yards Mtn.?

Interesting also that the name “Wright” is removed when 3 leaves change to 4. Reminds me of 2/3 rights don’t make a left quote as well, with the “left” being the 4th, “Health”.

Hucka D.:

The 3rd is Hands, but the 4th was created to act as a backup to the 3rd, in case a further corruption was enacted. The 3rd is the son accepting the energy of the father. Winesap.

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Oh, and the 4 Valleys region next to Health Lake may have something to do with this differently “spinning” energy of the 4th as well.