DO TREASURES HAVE REAL SPIRITS

[Crosse De Sign]

Hi Mastiff4me: Great Story! Thanks for sharing that,
please feel free to relate any others that you may have, and thoughts or comments, etc...

I like what the town historian told you at the museum, about being lucky for
seeing that...

That's really an interesting way to look at the whole subject I think...

Edit: Though luck probably doesn't have that much to do with it? ... Thanks

 

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[ivan salis]

wealth generally speaking tends to "corrupt" people --much like power tends to ---remember the old saying --power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely...so blocking spirits might be "protecting" you from yourself, that or they are just "greedy snot"..

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

Ok Ok Mast, I get the picture, prob can even name the house since I have a good idea which homes the tunnel system touches. As for that well --------------- nuf said.

I call them the Macor tunnel system, they run from the Bley house on the corner of the plaza, south to the Church, down the street to where Macor lived on to '''Edie's house and on to the former mint and the southern arroyo where one of the entrances was / is.

Macor was caught in there just below his house and later executed.

For those that aren't up to date (snicker) Macor, a mining engr, backed Almada in fighting against the revolution against the French occupation of Mexico, Unfortunately both were for the French and both were among the many executed by the Revolutionists.

I still have part of the wedding dishes for Almadas' daughter. they were specially made in Le Moigns (?) France and shipped by clipper to Mexico.

don Jose de La Mancha ( el tunnel rat )

p.s Have a fascinating story on Almada , a treasure, and a few hundred French rifles in a cave on the MT. They were to be used for the French sympathizers against the rebels, but arrived too late to be used so were stored.

On second thought you deserve 'TWO' cups of Oro's sock coffee for that post.

 

[Crosse De Sign]

wealth generally speaking tends to "corrupt" people --much like power tends to ---remember the old saying --power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely...so blocking spirits might be "protecting" you from yourself, that or they are just "greedy snot"..

We know from history (what we know of it) that there have been people, apparently obviously acceptable, or having power, with the influencing, or supposedly controlling spirits, that have successfully taken riches in different amounts...

Some of these "Treasure Hunters", we know something about, by historical accounts of their lives, means, and possibly their end... So we judge what we perceive that we think
to be right or wrong, good or bad...

I personally, believing whole heartedly in the God of the Bible, think that He has control over the doings of man, when he chooses...

That doesn't mean that I think he necessarily allows everything that happens on this Earth, because He always likes or agrees with it... But whether Good or Bad works, he can make things to happen that cause and affect the outcome of events...

Also I do, believe that "The Ancient Of Days" can change or effect situations involving events, and Quests such as supposed spirits, or even guardian Angels, possibly
guarding hidden treasures, including those persons that may be inspired, or allowed to acquire money or wealth, even if it had possibly been cached by someone bad... Just mine thoughts...
Thanks

 

[Mastiff4me]

Such good info., my tunnel rat amigo. I have a few more up my sleeve, but I will tell you in person. Do you remember Ida Louise Franklin?

 

[coazon de oro]

Good Morning, Don Jose' and everyone. Boy, I have a couple of stories that have changed my way of looking at life (and, thereafter) and reflect on often, in awe. One, in particular, was when my family rented a very old (300+) home for us to stay in northern Mexico for the summer. In traditional hacienda style, the rooms were separated and peered out to a nice, flowery bougainvillea laced courtyard. This was over 25 years ago. Although the home had been empty for sometime, it was maintained quite well by a shy, hard-working woman by the name of Rosario. She rarely spoke a word. This is an important feature for later in the story. Well, life was relaxing and quiet and slow, filled with books, nice ranchero music, dogs barking in the streets, and roosters crowing in the early morning. Nothing out of the ordinary. Mañana time was a super reprieve from the University life. It was hot, though. Hot! And, when the monsoons began to arrive, I was excited, as I love a good storm, and it cooled the warm air. One particular night, I awoke to a lot of loud clapping thunder and bright lightning. Rain was literally pouring down the canales, whooshing! I got up and pushed apart the curtain to watch what was happening, after lighting a candle, as I realized there was no power. What I saw that night, in particular, will stay with me forever. On the other side of the courtyard, it was still pitch black, mind you, aside from the frequent lighting, was a figure. The distance between myself and the other side was long enough that I could not quite make it out, at first. I thought it was my dad, at first. Possibly checking the generator? Upon closer view, I knew it was definately NOT him. He was in a gown of some sort, with almost a pointy hat. I was confused. And, mind, you, I do not drink, so it was not the Mezcal making this strange hooded man appear, even quite airy looking, from across the way. What he was doing, confused me, even more. He repeatedly bent down and up, down and up, with something in his hand. The same motion, for some time, over and over. I drew what I saw. At that time, I had no cell phone, and there was not a land line in the room. I wanted my sister or my parents (ANYONE) to see this. It seemed crazy. But, for some odd reason, I did not feel afraid, just profoundly curious and amazed. The next morning, even before that first rooster crowed, I grabbed my family and met at the breakfast table, telling them, excitedly what I saw. Rosario, was at the sink. Quiet, as usual. With question marks and smiles on the faces of those around me, Rosario (knowing very little English), obviously caught on to a few words I had shared. She walked to our table, with a pitcher of fresh orange juice and smiled. She told us what I had seen was TRUE! She had seen him too, many times, as she had resided there, to watch over it, when there were no renters/visitors. Where the vision was, turned out to be next to the residence' well. We were new in this town, and luckily enough, found the town historian at the museo the next day. Reluctantly, I shared the story, and he patted my shoulder, and told me I was very lucky to have had such an experience. He said where we were staying was previously a silver mint, way back in the day. He said there were tunnels underground, that led to the church nearby, and we're only accessed by the certain wells. He said, the one we were at was, in fact, one of those. He shared his stories that were passed down from generations of his own family, that knew of the Jesuit Priests, who used to help serve/protect the treasures of the mint. That, he said, might explain the robe-like, hooded features of what I saw he was wearing. The strange up and down movements with the thing (I drew it) in his hand, was, he said, an olla or ceramic vessel that one could put coins etc into. He said the vision was special, and perhaps he was showing me that there was treasure in that well and perhaps needed to be returned to where it belonged-being the church. So, yes, it was a dark and stormy night. And, I will never forget it!

Hola Guerita,

Great story, seems like I was there seeing everything. With your description of the man, I could only see the Priest on the Peralta Stone Maps in my mind while I was reading. After further reading a local historian said it was a Jesuit Priest, yet many argue that they didn't wear pointed hats.

Did anybody search for the treasure?

Homar

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

Hi Luv, ya mean her hovel? Yep Ida and I were on intimate terms. Ever read her book


Don Jose de La Mancha

p.s. From A Tomlinson's history of the women of Alamos?

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

Hi mast luv & family, Bill and Fern Kelley were taking care of her at the end.

Don Jose de La Mancha

 

[xrunndonex]

Hi mast luv & family, Bill and Fern Kelley were taking care of her at the end.

Don Jose de La Mancha

What are you talking about?!

 

[Mastiff4me]

Hola Guerita, Great story, seems like I was there seeing everything. With your description of the man, I could only see the Priest on the Peralta Stone Maps in my mind while I was reading. After further reading a local historian said it was a Jesuit Priest, yet many argue that they didn't wear pointed hats. Did anybody search for the treasure? Homar

Hola Coazon. He said, perhaps it was a hooded robe? Que piensas? But, it looked rather pointy to me.

 

[Mastiff4me]

Hi Luv, ya mean her hovel? Yep Ida and I were on intimate terms. Ever read her book Don Jose de La Mancha p.s. From A Tomlinson's history of the women of Alamos? <img src="http://www.treasurenet.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=977231"/>

yes. I loved Cobblestones and Cadillacs. My sister had her first kiss with her (now) husband in Ida's yard. Smile. Oh! I can't wait to see you in person. I want to tell you a tale about Margo that will knock you out of your boots! Have a happy day, everyone.

 

[Gold Maven]

yes. I loved Cobblestones and Cadillacs. My sister had her first kiss with her (now) husband in Ida's yard. Smile. Oh! I can't wait to see you in person. I want to tell you a tale about Margo that will knock you out of your boots! Have a happy day, everyone.

Please don't tease us like that. We would all like to have our boots knocked off.

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

My apol XRUN, It does get a bit complicated when one is discussing intimate data on treasures in a foreign town such as Alamos.. However it would be impossible to bring you up to date quickly on that. so I suggest that you review posts # 150, 154, 155, and # 158. for starters.

coffee??

Don Jose de La Mancha

p.s. sort a necessary to drag a few choice stories out of our lovely Mast.

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

Mast: Margo, I had forgotten about her and Hal, she was the unofficial host for our wedding, she always considered it a story that escaped from one of a Cinderella type story. She was semi psychic.and often had unexplainable experiences, particularly with Sathya Sai Baba.

Don Jose de La Mancha

p.s. sorry Xrun, but I had to do it again to weasel more fascinating stories out of Mast, and she has them.

 

[Crosse De Sign]

yes. I loved Cobblestones and Cadillacs. My sister had her first kiss with her (now) husband in Ida's yard. Smile. Oh! I can't wait to see you in person. I want to tell you a tale about Margo that will knock you out of your boots! Have a happy day, everyone.

Hi, Mastiff4me: Yes, I have to agree with Gold Maven, it does seem a bit of an unfair tease to mention boot knocking off stories, that you will save for your good friends only... Edit: [Always understandable though]...

We would probably be well contented, with just getting our sun hats blown off...

But [Sigh], I reckon that is truly a woman's prerogative, to add suspense to her repertoire, and [Smile] laugh about the artistic quality of her work, with no follow up for those out of the loop, humbly sitting there on the edge of their chairs... Ha!

Thanks again for your contribution, it is understood by most, that not all important and personal information or details and incidents can be mentioned in a public arena...

You have a good day too... Sincerely, ~: CDS :~

 

[Mastiff4me]

You ARE my good friends, and I will share another SOON. I just have not told too many of mine. Most people don't understand.

 

[Crosse De Sign]

You ARE my good friends, and I will share another SOON. I just have not told too many of mine. Most people don't understand.

Understood...
Thank You for your Generosity ahead of time...

I think we will all look forward enthusiastically,
to more of your enjoyable literary art,
and exciting potential treasure experiences...
Have an excellent beautiful spring day...

 

[Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp]

Gentlemen: you all seem to have forgotten, these involve apparitions / ghosts / etc. but since you wish a flesh & blood story, k inside of the church buried in the floor is what remained of the Precious metal from the Alamos mint when the revolutionary forces took Alamos. They were seen burying the metal by a confidential servant of Senor Bley, peeking through closed shutters on the window from across the plaza. They took two Travois full of coins and bars and buried them in line with the church door so he was able to see the entire operation at the risk of his life.

Unfortunately I had this knowledge for some time with a possible yes ad a flat no to recover it. Then while I was back in the US they decided to tile over the entire floor, and by the time that I had returned, it was done -- since no one wishes to tear up newly tiled floors, regardless of the reason, it is still there guarded by the spirits of the Revolutionaries and faithful ones plus those that were hedging their bets.

All old churches down here have many spirits in them, since in those days of adobe brick, or plain blood floors, it was common practice to rent floor space to deceased members, as long as the rent was paid.

Even Priests have to eat no? I might add so do treasure hunters.

Don Jose de La Mancha

 

[Crosse De Sign]

Gentlemen: you all seem to have forgotten, these involve apparitions / ghosts / etc. but since you wish a flesh & blood story, k inside of the church buried in the floor is what remained of the Precious metal from the Alamos mint when the revolutionary forces took Alamos. They were seen burying the metal by a confidential servant of Senor Bley, peeking through closed shutters on the window from across the plaza. They took two Travois full of coins and bars and buried them in line with the church door so he was able to see the entire operation at the risk of his life.

Unfortunately I had this knowledge for some time with a possible yes ad a flat no to recover it. Then while I was back in the US they decided to tile over the entire floor, and by the time that I had returned, it was done -- since no one wishes to tear up newly tiled floors, regardless of the reason, it is still there guarded by the spirits of the Revolutionaries and faithful ones plus those that were hedging their bets.

All old churches down here have many spirits in them, since in those days of adobe brick, or plain blood floors, it was common practice to rent floor space to deceased members, as long as the rent was paid.

Even Priests have to eat no? I might add so do treasure hunters.

Don Jose de La Mancha


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Senior Don Jose, Coffee?...
Thank You Kindly, for sharing the story and great pics... Yes, we all like, and have to eat sometime...

No Sir, Amigo: I have seriously not forgotten, that this conversation is very much about the mysterious, and largely not known or understood supernatural manifestations, we are discussing and sharing experiences and intelligent thoughts on...

This has been very interesting, and also somewhat of a real learning experience for me personally (and hopefully for others), and I continue to be sincere in my search for more input and understanding, as well as whatever positive contribution I may be able to offer in the subject matter...

I also believe it is realistically possible, we are helping each other to sort things out, so to speak, if you will... Hopefully this will help our understanding of such things, and aid some in their future encounters and experiences, to potentially help with more confident and tactical success...

Truly, the last thing I would ever want to do, would be to annoy, irritate, or offend anyone in pestering, or challenging, a posting contributor to be sharing more experience, or info...

I think that mostly what was meant, in my opinion , was loud applause, mixed with high praise for the extremely well articulated and illustrated very unique experience expressed, kind of like a standing ovation, with the admirable shouts out for more, so to say...

So for myself, If I owe an apology for my boisterous " Bravo, and, Encore", or if my brief teasing was out of line, I will admit that I was funnin' a bit, and apologize for any aggravation, this was certainly not meant to be inappropriate or disrespectful in any way, or by any means... I do not take such things lightly, but do like to joke a little and laugh, occasionally...

With all of that said, I hope that we can all continue to enjoy the great benefit of sharing these serious and potentially helping, as well as educational, life's and treasure hunting experiences, without any misunderstanding or hesitation...

Sincerely, Thanks... Your Friend, ~: CDS :~

 

[coazon de oro]

Hola Coazon. He said, perhaps it was a hooded robe? Que piensas? But, it looked rather pointy to me.

(Pensando), I favor the eye witness. It really doesn't matter whether he was a Jesuit Priest, or not. What really matters is that he was showing you where a treasure lies. Suerte Guerita.

Homar