- The Road to Paradise
- The Colorado School of Mines and the Independent Order of Odd Fellows
- The profound Significance of September 9, 1889
- Etymology of the Vault Profound
- The “G” in Freemasonry is for Granite
- Surviving the Coming Axial Tilt
- The Geographical Uniqueness of the Pikes Peak Granite Batholith
- Mission 66 and the Feasibility of the “Vault Profound”
- Cheesman Dam
- Denver International Airport
- The “Vault Profound” is a Piezoelectric Deathtrap
- Research Notes
Your granite tunnels are a deathtrap
The Road to Paradise
The entrance to the Vault Profound is near to Golden, Colorado, 36 miles or 58 kilometers from the Denver International Airport at the end of Colorado State Highway 58.
Colorado State Highway 58 has an interesting history.
It’s Mount Zion with M
The route was established in the 1920s, with a western terminus at SH 119 south of Blackhawk and an eastern terminus at Federal Boulevard near Denver. A small business loop was added from Blackhawk to the intersection of SH 58 and SH 119. In 1954, the entire section west of Golden was cut off. The east end was cut off to Sheridan Boulevard in 1963, and to Wadsworth Boulevard in 1967. The east end was finally corrected to Interstate 70 in 1973. It was then built as an expressway in 1971 and upgraded to freeway in 1974. In December 2008, the Interstate 70 interchange was completed and opened to the public. The Iron Horse Motel at 17115 W. 44th Ave (closed) and the Colorado Railroad Museum at 17155 W. 44th Avenue are on the old SH 58 or 44th Avenue. 44th Avenue was State Highway 58 before the highway designation was assigned to the current route south of W. 44th Ave. Current and past SH 58 runs from western Wheat Ridge to Golden. Most of the current road is in unincorporated Jefferson County bounded by Wheat Ridge and Golden. The Coors property runs from Mcintyre St. to Ford St. in Golden on the south side of SH 58.
The Colorado School of Mines and the Independent Order of Odd Fellows
It’s odd, but Wikipedia has the only copy of this Colorado School of Mines seal on the entire Internet, and it is an inferior copy measuring a measly 192 x 188 pixels. But what I find infinitely more interesting is that the State of Colorado seal, the seal of the Executive Office of Colorado, and the Colorado School of Mines seals are identical.
NIL SIN NUMINE
Nothing without providence
Now we know beyond any shadow of a doubt that the progeny of Jove are not religious. In fact, they despise religion. Nevertheless, I always feel obligated to explain to the reader when this word providence is used, that it has two distinct meanings. I’ll ignore the one that references God.
So, it would not be a stretch to read this motto as “Nothing without a New Mine” (the Vault Profound). Like it or not, and I grow indifferent to the whims of the casual reader, this is exactly the meaning intended and explains why all three of these seals are the same.
The profound Significance of September 9, 1889
Some background information is necessary. September 9, 1889 is the date of a tragic accident remembered as the White Ash Mine disaster when what I can only assume were 10 highly respected Freemasons lost their lives while doing exploratory work for the Vault Profound. I know beyond any shadow of a doubt that was what they are doing for a couple of reasons, but one is the following bronze statue in the Colorado School of Mines Geology Museum:
I do not know what that is in the background, but what I can say for sure is that it is meant to evoke Pikes Peak.
The granite tabletop conspicuously pushed into the picture next to him is not without significance either. Both visual elements are a message to those in the know. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and speculate that this is why the date September 11, 2001 was chosen to drop the Twin Towers and why whenever there is an emergency at home you call 911. All of this was done in memory of these ten men. I have too much work to do right now to exhaustively research this, but the front page of the Kingston Daily Freeman (Kingston, New York) for September 11, 1889 reported on that day “all hope of recovering the bodies of the eleven [not 10] drowned miners has been abandoned” (italics emphasis added).
Now I cannot say who that eleventh “miner” lost to history is with any certainty, but for some reason, his name has been kept secret. Here is the plague that memorializes this incident.
There are ten names on this plaque, not eleven. At the time of this incident, the headquarters for the progeny of Jove was New York City, where they were working on what would become the Federal Reserve. My guess is that the eleventh person was a visiting dignitary or high ranking Freemason from New York City, someone of immense importance to the progeny of Jove. And that is why his name is lost to history. It would have been completely out of place on a plaque such as this.
It looks to me as if they were either trying to reach the granite batholith from the flat ground of Golden, Colorado in the hopes of creating an entranceway or they were merely trying to determine how far beyond the Front Range the batholith extended. Either way, this was obviously a huge, historical setback for the progeny of Jove, one that they remember to this very day.
There are only a few short years left. The attack of September 11, 2001 was JFK all over again, which was the savage and very public murder of a President of the United States of American meant to let others know who was in control of this country. Only this time the message was sent to a much broader audience. This world belongs to the progeny of Jove. No one, not even Vladimir Putin should doubt this and put us all in jeopardy. The game is over. The progeny of Jove won. Let us accept our fate.
The Chinese are too methodical in their approach to war to be a threat in the timeframe that matters, so basically you can reduce 9/11 to a message to Vladimir Putin that if he does something stupid such as using his bullion reserves to reintroduce the gold-standard, they will “dustify” the Kremlin while he is sitting in it. Launching thermonuclear weapons before the 144,000 arrive in Denver is counterproductive and way too messy. The order of the day is normalcy. Politics, football, a scandal here and there, meaningless elections, the usual distractions. I’m quite sure Putin got the message. That’s why the Russians never exposed 9/11 for what it was, a domestic terrorist attack.
The Masters of the Fiat Wizards have spoken. The Federal Reserve is the first thing they did after defeating the Freemasons of the South in a cunningly disguised, so-called “Civil War” and turned the United States of America into a corporation. Flirting with the idea of reintroducing the gold-standard as a backdoor to attacking them is suicidal.
And because I tell you the truth, ye believe me not
How far down was the White Ash Mine on September 9, 1889? I cannot help but to think the Eiffel Tower was used in Tomorrowland to help convey this idea. The mine was at 730 feet when it flooded. Mr. Eiffel’s apartment (pictured to the left) is at 285 méters du sol or 935 feet above the ground. So the mine was roughly three-quarters of the Eiffel Tower’s height down into the ground.
White Ash Mine and Eiffel Tower side-by-side comparison
I spent a respectable amount of time to get these proportions right. Now here is a view from the Eiffel Tower elevator. Only the elevator for the White Ash Mine was going down into the bowels of the earth and the workers who rode in it every day saw nothing but black coal.
I am being helped by several contributors whose names are pseudonyms. They know how grateful I am for their contributions. But there is someone else who is helping me now. They speak in numbers and symbols, the language of the progeny of Jove. I ignored their first two communications because I reasoned it could have been anyone, but their third communication evidenced knowledge way beyond what anyone but the progeny of Jove could know and involved a level of technical sophistication far surpassing what one might expect from someone whose only interest was in misguiding me. So forgive me if I overlook the tragic deaths of almost 3,000 people on September 11, 2001 and try to explain, not the purpose of demonstrating the potential destructiveness of their advanced technology, but the day on which they chose to do what they did.
The progeny of Jove, known as the Freemasons at the time or Odd Fellows (perhaps even to this day) lost four brothers that day 112 years ago and a fifth man who I cannot help but to think was very dear to them. I do not know if they held a memorial service in Golden, Colorado on September 11, 1889, or if that was the day the news “all hope of recovering the bodies of the 11 drowned miners has been abandoned” reached their headquarters in New York City, but for whatever reason, that is the day on which the loss is remembered. If I wax poetic it is because my life is intertwined with theirs. I have never studied anything as much as I have the people I call the progeny of Jove. Because of this, I think I understand them better than a casual reader ever could. It wrenches my soul at times to put myself in their shoes and see the world as they do. In their own way, they are on a mission from God to quote the Blues Brothers. They are trying to save mankind. And over the centuries and millennia, they have come to see us as animals. Everyone and anyone is expendable. If ever there was an argument for the end justifying the means, breaking this endless cycle of world-ending catastrophes throwing mankind back into the stone age is it. My God! What happened to the builders of the Great Pyramid of Giza? Because I can damn well guarantee you they were more advanced than us in every conceivable respect. It is no easy thing the progeny of Jove hope to accomplish.
If they fail, we start all over again, first tribes, then cities, then nations, and all the time ceaseless warfare, losing precision time to develop the technology needed to escape this fatally flawed Solar System and find a new home among the stars before the next world-ending catastrophe.
It is self-evident in our “amnesia,” as Immanuel Velikovsky calls it, that this has been happening tens if not hundreds of thousands and quite possibly millions of years. These men are anything but stupid. I am sure it did not take long for them to realize the bodies of those miners were mangled beyond recognition long before they drowned and that they would be entombed beneath Golden, Colorado for an eternity. It was later discovered that the water that poured through from the Loveland mine was 140° Fahrenheit, and that was on the surface. It would have been at its hottest immediately after passing through the burning coal that separated the two mines. Those men did not drown. If the Freemason or Odd Fellow menfolk in Golden, Colorado said so, it was for the sake of grieving widows. I imagine that they collectively rededicated themselves to Virgil’s vision of a “Vault Profound” and, after a respectable period of mourning, went back to work more determined than ever to realize their vision of a Tomorrowland. But the sadness of that day has reverberated through time and touched all of our lives. Every time you dial 911 it is in memory of those miners that died on September 9, 1889. What the progeny of Jove alive today don’t know is that a similar fate awaits all of them. Methinks the amperes that will surge through that granite batholith under the weight of the Pacific Ocean are immeasurable and cannot be overcome with any insulation imaginable. No matter how smart they think they are, their deaths will be as instantaneous as those ten miners they honored on September 11, 2001, when they took the lives of almost 3,000 people who had no idea what was really happening.