Subject:  Dearth Valley. 
Mar. 22. 2012.

  I have made many trips to Death Valley checking things out and have
enjoyed every one of them.  Here is some information compiled by
a person called  Branton.

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Subject: The S-crets of the Mojave - Branton (Page 1)
Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012

THE SE-RETS OF THE MOJAVE
The C-nspiracy Against Reality
-- Page #1
Compiled by 'The Group' -- Edited by 'Branton'
"AND I WILL SHOW WONDERS IN THE HEAVEN ABOVE..."AND SIGNS
IN THE EARTH BENEATH..."B-OOD, AND FIRE, AND VAPOUR OF
SMOKE..."
A-ts 2:19
The author of the following story is a Navaho Indian.
He revealed this tribal sec-et which he learned from the Paiute Indians, who
inhabit the Great Basin and Mojave deserts of Utah, Nevada, and California.
This native American, who went by the name Oga-Make, related the
following account in appreciation for a story on the Navaho which appeared
in the Spring of 1948 in a magazine which was carrying numerous articles
on the mysterious "signs" or "fires" in the skies which were causing an
enormous amount of confusion and debate during that same year, as well
as the years following.
The article on the Navaho nation, which appeared in an earlier issue, told
of the suffering that their tribe had gone through during past winter
seasons, and encouraged the readership to send goods and supplies
to help them through the upcoming winter of '48-'49, which many
of them did.
In appreciation of this, Oga-Make related the following 'legend'
which told of the sec-et history of the Americas which ran it's
course, possibly thousands of years before w-ite men set their
foot en masse upon it's shores:

"...Most of you who read this are probably white men of a bl0od
only a century or two out of Europe. You speak in your papers
of the Flying Saucers or Mystery Ships as something new, and
strangely typical of the twentieth century. How could you but
think otherwise? Yet if you had red skin, and were of a blo-od
which had been born and bred of the land for untold thousands
of years, you would know this is not true. You would know that
your ancestors living in these mountains and upon these prairies
for numberless generations, had seen these ships before, and
had passed down the story in the legends which are the unwritten
history of your people. You do not believe? Well, after all, why
should you? But knowing your scornful unbelief, the storytellers
of my people have closed their lips in bitterness against the
outward flow of this knowledge.

"Yet, I have said to the storytellers this: now that the ships are
being seen again, is it wise that we, the elder ra-e, keep our
knowledge to ourselves? Thus for me, an American Indian,
some of the sages among my people have talked, and if you
care to, I shall permit you to sit down with us and listen.

"Let us say that it is dusk in that strange place which you, the
wh-te-man, calls 'Death Valley.' I have passed tobacco...to the
aged chief of the Paiutes who sits across a tiny fire from me
and sprinkles corn meal upon the flames...

"The old chief looked like a wrinkled mummy as he sat there
puffing upon his pipe. Yet his eyes were not those of the
unseeing, but eyes which seemed to look back on long trails
of time. His people had held the Inyo, Panamint and Death
Valleys for untold centuries before the coming of the
whi-e-man.
Now we sat in the valley which -hite-man named for Death,
but which the Paiute calls Tomesha--The Flaming Land. Here
before me as I faced eastward, the Funerals (mountains
forming Death Valley's eastern wall) were wrapped in
purple-blue blankets about their feet while their faces
were painted in scarlet. Behind me, the Panamints rose
like a mile-high wall, dark against the sinking sun.

The old Paiute smoked my tobacco for a long time before
he reverently blew the smoke to the four directions. Finally
he spoke.

"'You ask me if we heard of the great silver airships in the days
before w-ite-man brought his wagon trains into the land?'

"'Yes grandfather, I come seeking knowledge.' (Among all
tribes of my people, grandfather is the term of greatest
respect which one man can pay to another.)

"'We, the Paiute Nation, have known of these ships for
untold generations.
We also believe that we know something of the people who
fly them.
They are called The Hav-musuvs.'

"'Who are the Hav-musuvs?'

"'They are a people of the Panamints, and they are as ancient
as Tomesha itself.'

"He smiled a little at my confusion.

"'You do not understand? Of course not. You are not a Paiute.
Then listen closely and I will lead you back along the trail of
the dim past.

"'When the world was young, and this valley which is now dry,
parched desert, was a lush, hidden harbor of a blue water-
sea which stretched from half way up those mountains to the
Gulf of California, it is said that the Hav-musuvs came here
in huge rowing-ships. They found great caverns in the
Panamints, and in them they built one of their cities. At that
time California was the island which the Indians of that state
told the Spanish it was, and which they marked so on their maps.

"'Living in their hidden city, the Hav-musuvs ruled the sea with
their fast rowing-ships, trading with far-away peoples and
bringing strange goods to the great quays said still to exist
in the caverns.

"'Then as untold centuries rolled past, the climate began to
change. The water in the lake went down until there was no
longer a way to the sea First the way was broken only by the
southern mountains, over the tops of which goods could be
carried. But as time went by, the water continued to shrink,
until the day came when only a dry crust was all that remained
of the great blue lake. Then the desert came, and the
Fire-G-d began to walk across Tomesha, The Flaming-Land.

"'When the Hav-musuvs could no longer use their great
rowing-ships, they began to think of other means to reach
the world beyond. I suppose that is how it happened. We
know that they began to use flying canoes. At first they
were not large, these silvery ships with wings. They moved
with a slight whirring sound, and a dipping movement, like
an eagle.

"'The passing centuries brought other changes. Tribe after
tribe swept across the land, fighting to possess it for awhile
and passing like the storm of sand. In their mountain city
still in the caverns, the Hav-musuvs dwelt in peace, far
removed from the conflict. Sometimes they were seen in
the distance, in their flying ships or riding on the
snowy-white animals which took them from ledge to
ledge up the cliffs. We have never seen these strange
animals at any other place. To these people the passing
centuries brought only larger and larger ships, moving
always more silently.'

"'Have you ever seen a Hav-musuv?'

"'No, but we have many stories of them. There are reasons
why one does not become too curious.'

"'Reasons?'

"'Yes. These strange people have weapons. One is a small
tube which stuns one with a prickly feeling like a rain of
cactus needles. One cannot move for hours, and during
this time the mysterious ones vanish up the cliffs. The
other weapon is deadly. It is a long, silvery tube. When
this is pointed at you, death follows immediately.'

'But tell me about these people. What do they look like
and how do they dress?'

"'They are a beautiful people. Their skin is a golden tint,
and a head band holds back their long dark hair. They
dress always in a whi-e fine-spun garment which wraps
around them and is draped upon one shoulder.

Pale sandals are worn upon their feet...'

"His voice trailed away in a puff of smoke. The purple
shadows rising up the walls of the Funerals splashed
like the waves of the ghost lake.
The old man seemed to have fallen into a sort of trance,
but I had one more question.

"'Has any Paiute ever spoken to a Hav-musuv, or were the
Paiutes here when the great rowing-ships first appeared?'

"For some moments I wondered if he had heard me. Yet as
is our custom, I waited patiently for the answer. Again
he went through the ritual of the smoke-breathing to the
four directions, and then his soft voice continued:

"'Yes. Once in the not-so-distant-past, but yet many
generations before the coming of the Spanish, a Paiute
chief lost his bride by sudden death. In his great and
overwhelming grief, he thought of the Hav-musuvs and their
long tube-of-death. He wished to join her, so he bid
farewell to his sorrowing people and set off to find the
Hav-musuvs. None appeared until the chief began to
climb the almost unscaleable Panamints. Then one of
the men in white appeared suddenly before him with
the long tube, and motioned him back. The chief made
signs that he wished to die, and came on. The man in
wh-te made a long singing whistle and other Hav-musuvs
appeared.
They spoke together in a strange tongue and then
regarded the chief thought- fully.
Finally they made signs to him making him understand
that they would take him with them.

"'Many weeks after his people had mourned him for dead,
the Paiute chief came back to his camp. He had been in
the giant underground valley of the Hav-musuvs, he said,
where wh-e lights which burn night and day and never
go out, or need any fuel, lit an ancient city of marble
beauty.
There he learned the language and the history of the
mysterious people, giving them in turn the language and
legends of the Paiutes. He said that he would have liked to
remain there forever in the peace and beauty of their life,
but they bade him return and use his new knowledge for
his people.'

Part 1.

John Winston.   johnfw@mlode.com