I raced motorcycles for many years deep out in the Mojave Desert; Red Mountain and Randsberg were my favorite areas to ride. I was a district 36 AA over-the-hill rider and in my 30's I was kicking butt. I had a dream one night out there that I was riding up a sand wash and I noticed something over on the side, so I stopped and found a cave entrance. When I enter the cave it was full of ancient artifacts and I woke up; it was a lucid dream and it happened dozens of times over the last few decades. I had been meaning to go back to that area and search for the cave.When Cortez came over to rape and plunder the Mayans, he noticed that they neither had smelting nor mining skills. So he asked them where they got all their smelted gold and was told there are seven cities in the southwest deserts of the North American continent. The Spanish fully believed the story and spent hundreds of years searching for these cities, with no success. The most famous was Coronado who a hundred years later went as far as Kansas after landing on the Island now named after him and holding the US Navy base intact. He said they must have been referring to the Pueblos, because that was the only city he could find; from a distance it looked kind of gold! So the
A few years ago I was reading a book called, Hundred-Thousand-Years-Unknown-History. In it I came across a story about a doctor in 1951 who claimed to have found the greatest archeological ruins in the history of mankind, at the south end of the Panamint Range. He got a group together to re-find the place but was unsuccessful. He disappeared while looking.Then there is the story in a 1933 copy of the Los Vegas Sun, about two miners who fell through the bottom of a mine, into an underground city and wondered around for day, find gold jewels and mummified bodies of 9 foot humanoids, along with working technology. They too got a group to go back and find the place. They were unsuccesful.
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