Post by beale on Sept 21, 2012 19:01:00 GMT -5
About four miles from Buford's Tavern is a quite serene dark but beautiful location for the Beale Treasure where hardly a foot of man has trod.
The stillness and quietness of the area kind of makes it ghostlike and you feel like someone is looking at you from behind every tree and boulder----though the boulders are few.
Along a trickling branch of very little water, you can notice how sometimes freshets over-flow it's banks.
One day I was dowsing and just following the ley lines where-ever they would lead me. I triangulated an area where there seemed to never be an inhabitant and a total lack of a road. Once I looked over the old road maps and then viewed the area on Google Earth---------I realized the old road did run by this location which now was cut-off practically from any roads of today.
I researched every home in the area as to who lived in this area between 1780 and 1850, I even searched all the deeds back to when it was patent land.
Lord this place made me want to sharpen up my pick and get the shovel and metal detector in the car.
I could not find any roads into the area, what there was I went to the ends of them and did my long range dowsing. I was able to visualize where the area of the Beale Treasure may be.
I drove around this area from every road I could find, finally I drove to the end of one of these roads and told the landowner a small white lie that I had lost my dog while out last night coon hunting. He was interested on what land was you hunting. I told him I had permission------remembering an old landowner of the property---------he said that is now my property. I said sorry sir but we was only near the area and our dog got away from us. He then let me do some long range dowsing for my "dog"
I then went to the end of another dead end road and told the landowner the same white lie-------"Sure go ahead you can go down in my woods and I will lead you to the end of my property. We did but my signal was coming from on past his property line. I said I must cross that hill further up that way, the landowner said I would not if I was you, the landowner over there shoots on site and never lets anyone on his property. I said well you stay here and I will see if my "dog" is up over the next ridge. The landowner again warned me but I went anyway.
I not only crossed one hill but another, the going was rough as winter snow and high winds had down the lob-lolly pine trees everywhere on top of each other.
Finally, I crossed a dry branch and saw an old home place all that remained was the hole of the root cellar and hedge bushes of an enclosed yard of decades ago. My signal did not stop here and I could see a pasture on the other side of another fork of this dry branch.
As I was following this signal I saw a pile of stones about twelve feet by twelve feet and built up to a height of two or three feet above the ground. This looked normal as I knew farmers cleared their fields and piled stones off to the edge of the field. Only this pile of stones was different. The pile of stones was between a dirt road around the pasture and the dry branch creek bed.
This got me excited and even more excitement when I found that my dowsing had stopped at the pile of rocks and proceeded no further. I tried to scout and figure where this area was so I could come back with a metal detector, which I did later.
That stone pile was peculiar in many ways. There was also five or six huge birch trees around the pile of stones. These birch trees came up four feet and then stretched out along the ground like a bench or bleacher at a stadium or football field. I had never seen trees similar until I looked on the Internet and saw mention of "bent knee trees" These trees were awesome coming up four feet and then stretching out 50 to 60 feet along the surface of the ground. I could understand one bend knee tree but this was as many as five of them.
I will return one day. I have since learned the landowner's name. I have not contacted him for fear he will refuse me, but I will build up the courage to ask one day. One day.
The stillness and quietness of the area kind of makes it ghostlike and you feel like someone is looking at you from behind every tree and boulder----though the boulders are few.
Along a trickling branch of very little water, you can notice how sometimes freshets over-flow it's banks.
One day I was dowsing and just following the ley lines where-ever they would lead me. I triangulated an area where there seemed to never be an inhabitant and a total lack of a road. Once I looked over the old road maps and then viewed the area on Google Earth---------I realized the old road did run by this location which now was cut-off practically from any roads of today.
I researched every home in the area as to who lived in this area between 1780 and 1850, I even searched all the deeds back to when it was patent land.
Lord this place made me want to sharpen up my pick and get the shovel and metal detector in the car.
I could not find any roads into the area, what there was I went to the ends of them and did my long range dowsing. I was able to visualize where the area of the Beale Treasure may be.
I drove around this area from every road I could find, finally I drove to the end of one of these roads and told the landowner a small white lie that I had lost my dog while out last night coon hunting. He was interested on what land was you hunting. I told him I had permission------remembering an old landowner of the property---------he said that is now my property. I said sorry sir but we was only near the area and our dog got away from us. He then let me do some long range dowsing for my "dog"
I then went to the end of another dead end road and told the landowner the same white lie-------"Sure go ahead you can go down in my woods and I will lead you to the end of my property. We did but my signal was coming from on past his property line. I said I must cross that hill further up that way, the landowner said I would not if I was you, the landowner over there shoots on site and never lets anyone on his property. I said well you stay here and I will see if my "dog" is up over the next ridge. The landowner again warned me but I went anyway.
I not only crossed one hill but another, the going was rough as winter snow and high winds had down the lob-lolly pine trees everywhere on top of each other.
Finally, I crossed a dry branch and saw an old home place all that remained was the hole of the root cellar and hedge bushes of an enclosed yard of decades ago. My signal did not stop here and I could see a pasture on the other side of another fork of this dry branch.
As I was following this signal I saw a pile of stones about twelve feet by twelve feet and built up to a height of two or three feet above the ground. This looked normal as I knew farmers cleared their fields and piled stones off to the edge of the field. Only this pile of stones was different. The pile of stones was between a dirt road around the pasture and the dry branch creek bed.
This got me excited and even more excitement when I found that my dowsing had stopped at the pile of rocks and proceeded no further. I tried to scout and figure where this area was so I could come back with a metal detector, which I did later.
That stone pile was peculiar in many ways. There was also five or six huge birch trees around the pile of stones. These birch trees came up four feet and then stretched out along the ground like a bench or bleacher at a stadium or football field. I had never seen trees similar until I looked on the Internet and saw mention of "bent knee trees" These trees were awesome coming up four feet and then stretching out 50 to 60 feet along the surface of the ground. I could understand one bend knee tree but this was as many as five of them.
I will return one day. I have since learned the landowner's name. I have not contacted him for fear he will refuse me, but I will build up the courage to ask one day. One day.