The georgia guidestones

The Stones

North Georgia.
Some ungodly hour
Summer 2010


Camron Wiltshire & I accompanied  Raymond Wiley, and Gary Baddeley, to Elberton Georgia. Gary, is the CEO of the popular conspiracy publisher, Disinformation. They were documenting a segment on the Georgia Guidestones . (check out Disinfo.com Gary is an awesome guy just an FYI)

The Guidestones, are what some refer to, as American stonehenge. a man going by the alias R. C. Christian is the mysterious creator of the guildstones. Leaving instructions for Humanity in various languages. English, Russian, Swahilli etc. Perhaps this ominous epitaph, is what has this 20 ft tall, 240,000 pound granite monument shrouded in secrecy and controversy.
Its capstones are set in an astronomical alignment and has envelope shaped slits to allow sunlight in at a particular solar position. Its something right out of raiders of the lost arc. Even its location in north Georgia is rather unusual. No offense to the people of Elberton, GA but there is nothing out there. Perhaps its the elevation. But its just weird. Which is probably why my dream was so appropriate.

It was Raymond's video debut. He was collecting content for his new guidestone site. It takes real friends to come out and support someone on 2 hours of sleep.

 Architect and Builder, Randall Carlson; of sacred geometry international, had some interesting facts to contribute to the rather ominous block of rock. His insider knowledge revealed that the man who built the guidestones, was more than likely a mason. When one hears Free Masons (a group who often gets a bad rap) secrets, Illuminati and eugenics often com to mind. But in knowing a few masons, ( honestly folks) its become evident that making these blanket assumptions about  Masons is like comparing the Christians of the crusades to every christian. Its just an assumption based on ignorance.

But i digress. On to the dream. See Randall & Raymond's interview here: The Secrets of the Guidestones.( link coming in 24 hours)

Raymond ( left closest to guidstones) Gary on Right.

I'd gone to bed that night around 1am, only to pry my eyes open at around 3 or 4. I don't know how to drive so sleeping in the car was an option...

...but not when you're keeping the driver company.

The sun had already risen when we'd arrived. There was; like i mentioned previously, nothing. The guidestones themselves, were far away from the main town. Even the guidestone museum was about a mile away. There was a wide open field that went on for miles, and a patch of tall grass that lead down a dirtroad i'm almost certain was a one way to Martha Kent's house. ( that's superman's mom for the geek impaired)

They were bigger than i thought.

They were very well crafted. Sturdy. We noticed bits of vandalism. A small chip was taken out of the top, where someone rigged their truck to the thing in an attempt to pull it down.

 Perhaps the " 1. Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature." is the line that does it. Everything else is pretty standard post apocalyptic restore humanity stuff. That instruction would require extermination of nine-tenths of the world's people. This breeds new world order population control suspicions. I'm not one to say either way. I'm leaning more on the "not" side as we don't know the intentions of said R.C Christian.

But i thought they were beautiful.

And with such beautiful scenery came an easy woven tapestry for a dream.

The DREAM

My dream took place exactly where i was. Laying down in front of the guidestones.  On the side where the English transcription was. The only difference being that there was not a single cloud in the sky. Nothing around it. No signs, warning of hidden surveillance.  No brush, or hedges, no trees no powerlines, just miles of grass. And the guidstones. The blades of grass under my head. the sky a blank blue around it with no way to orient myself.


"...this where tornadoes touch down. In places like this in America.  I thought to myself in the dream

" You can see a storm coming from miles away" I begin to speak. I must have been trying to speak in real life, because it was laborious to say the word stooooooooorrrrmms.

And with that,  a tornado swirled up from my lips and started to encircle the guidestones.

 " holy shhhhhhhhh" and another whirlwind forms.

man i need to st------ and a third grey debris filled tornado left my lips.  so i lay in silence at the carousal of tornadoes. Thinking  " Oh God i need to stop saying things with 'S' "

Then, as if they were there all along and my eyes just needed to refocus, 3 nuclear power plants appeared over the horizon behind the guidestones. ( side note - I'd gone to the etowa mounds in Georgia just a few months before - it was my 1st time seeing a nuclear power plant up close. I thought to myself wow... what a disturbing view from this beautiful native American earthwork :\ the reactors looked like 3 of those.)


then an explosion and mushroom cloud from the distant reactors forms.  the fires twirling up into the atmosphere were being sucked up by the surrounding Tornadoes. Dispersing fire and debris and radiation ( I'm assuming) into the sky. It swirled faster and faster until it spiraled out with a flash.






I wake up suddenly.. or at least  i think i do. My sarong  has black and white fish patterns crisscrossing over it  like a fishy hounds tooth but its mainly white. Thru it i see 2 little dogs sniffing around on my right side.  One sits his dark black wet nose on my shoulder and i start to giggle. 


" whose dogs are these" I say aloud


Camron - who is not a dream Camron but one sitting next to me asks,


" what dogs?"


i pull off the sarong and there is nothing there but two bikers  who had just pulled up to the guidestones behind where i slept . I thought it was odd to have dogs on choppers and figured they'd run off to pee in some bushes somewhere. ( The dogs , not the bikers) But the two dogs ( one big and one small) where no where to be found. Camron's taking pictures next to me. I'm still searching for the dogs.


"strange dream i just had", i say to Camron. and i tell him about what i saw.

water tornadoes

snooze...

wtf? no dogs??

the reason i write it today was because Camron reminded me about this in relation to the Fukishima disaster and the whirlpools...3 reactors. This was around Dragon con in Atlanta the summer before. that would make it about 9 months or so.

It could be a coincidence. I also was looking at these pamphlets on signing a petition against Nuclear power before we went up there. We stopped by this town hall meeting, they were talking about the dangers of nuclear power and its wastes...


Say what you will, but i thought i was strange. Strange enough to write. You don't have to believe me. I don't even want to believe it myself sometimes. I'm just glad i told someone else and they reminded ME. I think within each of us there are instinct and foresight that we have like animals who know a storm is coming. What's to say it doesn't come to them in a dream...