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The Cave of Symbols

We reached the top of the mountain near noon; and there before us lay a level space, covering at least twenty acres, a veritable plateau suspended in the midst of those towering giants. . . . “Let’s go to the Cave by the other trail as soon as we finish lunch,” he [Rex] suggested and we agreed. By crossing over to the opposite side of the mountain, we found a good trail leading down, where the scenery was more wild and rugged. In some places, the rocks looked as if they had been stained green, blue, and black by some marvelous mineral coloring. The sunlight and shadow played upon them as we changed our position, producing the effect of a beautiful, inspiring panorama. We continued down the trail about four thousand feet, turned sharply, and came to the eastern face of the mountain. . . . “Prepare for a surprise,” he exclaimed, turning to me and then led the way into the Cave. About fifty feet from the opening, we entered a medium-sized cavern. As soon as my eyes became adjusted to the change of light, I saw the entire ceiling was covered with a pink and white crystalline substance. We crossed the first space, a distance of about thirty feet; and passed through an archway leading into an immense, vaulted chamber, at least two hundred feet across. The ceiling was covered with rainbow-colored stalactites in the most amazing forms I have ever seen. There were crosses, circles, crosses within circles, triangles and many, many occult symbols that have been in use on This Earth, since its very beginning. It looked as if these symbols had been suspended from the ceiling ages ago, and Nature had covered them with a carbonate of lime formation, highly colored and most artistically decorated by her pigments. The beauty of it made one speechless, fascinated with wonder and admiration. It gave one the feeling of eyes watching every moment. Rex called to us, to come to the far side of the chamber where he stood. We crossed the intervening space, and stood before a wall upon which there were three arches, about twenty feet apart. Within each was a highly polished surface. The first one to my left was a Chinese red, the second a glittering white, and the third a cobalt blue. Immediately, I felt they were significant of something concerning America. The feeling grew so great, I could hardly stand it. “This is the Work of a Mighty Intelligence in ages past,” I [Godfré] said, “and I feel these arches close entrances to other chambers or passages beyond.” Beloved Godfré; Beloved Rex