Saturday, April 24, 2010

Search for Secrets of A Sunken Cannon- 70

Trying to discover secrets of the Cannonsburg cannon's demise took stamina, grit, determination and willpower. As Sean Connery told Elliot Ness in the movie The Untouchables, "If you want to keep a secret tell nobody." That's exactly what the Cannonsburg residents did almost 125 years ago. They swore themselves to secrecy and history would show that they took the promise of ultimate secrecy to their graves. Children of (1885) kept the secret secret and by doing so they made "Search for Secrets of A Sunken Cannon" an exciting journey. We kept secrets from our public spectators from 1986 to.....

If we had been asked then how to explain mysteries of earth energies and how they store and harness themselves in association with iron ore and magnetic stones many would have thought we were certified 'nuts'. But who back then could have thought that the furtistic services; called internet, TV and telephone, together would be called "bundling" as a means to save money while creating a living. These are powerful tools of our ages.

What's even more stranger is that our use of electromagnetic force fields is still in infancy as compared to how early megalithic builders, such as, Stone Age, Mound Builders, Copper Culture, Aztecs and Mayan Indians used this powerful tool. These people, the men of power, used electromagnetic fields and ley lines in the construction of their Indian ceremonial sites, cemeteries and temples. They mastered the ancient traditions and used what they learned ancestors how to "Wow" the people with feats of magic and create superstitions.

The cannon search crew found underground greenstone directional arrows and ancient crosses along the Sioux War Trail running northeast through Cannonsburg toward Saginaw Bay. Along this route was a striking network of invisible ley lines and the amounts of iron ore increased rod signals near Bob's first big dig excavation site which made the false positive readings stronger.

Ramsdell Ave to the north from Cannonsburg and Honey Creek Avenue south to Ada is the thorough fare for the Sioux War Trail. South of Ada the war trail followed to the east of Buttrick Avenue passing near Quiggle Lake. Indian chiefs of the Grand River tribes told all Indians traveling this trail that they were not to look down at Quiggle Lake otherwise the serpent from within its mighty depths would rise up and snatch them. They were forbidden to cast their eyes upon this lake in southeastern Kent County otherwise when serpent eyes met human eyes they would be powerless to overcome the serpent's mental power. Quiggle Lake according to Indian legend says it is deeper than Lake Erie and that monsters of the deep don't give up their dead.

Cannonsburg was at the center of the Sioux War Trail, but it was used by many other Michigan tribes, too. Tribal markers abound beneath the ground surface in close proximity to trail locations. Magnetized stone arrows were supercharged with electromagnetic current and did interfere with Bob's angle rods as the moon fattened. Bob knew he had to discover the secrets between leys, buried objects, junk, iron ore deposits and underground rivers. He had to know how to distinguish between these things so he could find a smaller 65-inch or less cannon with an ornate carriage than a cannon more than 108-inches long.

Did you watch President Gerald R. Ford's funeral when they fired his 21-gun salute using seven 6-pound military cannons? Whether in person or on TV did you see the awesome firepower of each cannon? In person you could feel and see the awesome shock waves; the windows vibrating and hear the thunderous percussions off stone and steel monuments (buildings) then hear the thunderous echos crack louder off steel. The barren trees shook violently after each cannon barked. This is supposedly what size cannon Bob Alcumbrack was hoping to resurrect on July 4, 1986.

Can you remember the the burst of gunpowder smoke? Had leaves been on the trees near the Gerald R. Ford Museum each time a cannon belched fire and smoke they would have been blown off. Standing barren of leaves the tree branches rocked wildly during each successive blast. Now
see the scene like witnesses to Walter Tompsett's accident if he was standing in front one like Gerald Ford's funeral salute cannons and see the Cannonsburg cannon belching fire and smoke as in did in 1885.

Had Tompsett been shot by this 6-pound caliber cannon it would have injured more than just him. It would have killed him instantly by blast concussion and not shot in the knee. The ramrod would hit his fleshy stomach or chest area tearing through soft tissue and not muscle and knee bones. It could have cut him in two pieces, but the scene of him being struck in the knee was a ghastly scene. This cannon prematurely discharged in attendance of seven men, but five disposed of it in 1885 and five men in 1986 tried digging it up the third time. Destiny was riding again.

Seven predestination shots fired thrice brought Gerald R. Ford and the Cannonsburg cannon together as destiny driven. Our cannon expedition was turning into a sci-fi radioactive giant octopus that had more tentacles and the search for secrets of a sunken cannon took us to new heights in discovering what made Cannonsburg so mysterious.

We began using brass-seeking directional range finders, voltmeters, Geiger counters, electronic scanners, infrared film, EMF, magnetometers, geological maps, magnetic compasses, electronic metal detectors and dowsing rods to locate all the magnetic ley lines and identify power sources in Cannon Township. We had to learn to dismiss all the major intersects outside a six-mile limit of Cannonsburg. Some strong ley lines existed within two miles of Cannonsburg with several powerful power sites that received power, but mysteriously ended. We had to know why and where it resurfaced and triangulate it in our search for the cannon. The media paparazzi soon became frustrated and lost interest in our late night forays into paranormal investigations. The brambles and poison ivy discouraged a few. It was their fault stumbling around in the dark trying to follow our lights. We hoped they got the message to stop following us. It was rattling Bob's psyche.

Local residents in the Myers Lake area were easily spooked and were afraid of us and called police, because we acted really weird. Using cameras without flash and lasers in total darkness spooked a few south of Myers Lake, but we were able to chart a spider-like network of ley lines across Big Myers Lake with a laser. The old Rockford cannon tossed into the lake 1904-07 rests in the deep bottom depths. It was also a post Civil War era cannon discarded because town elders thought it was a liability factor, too. "X" marks the spot on our maps.

In 1986 a Cedar Springs treasure hunting group began using underwater sonar and submerged metal detectors to try and find this old cannon in late summer. Both groups had secrets not shared. What was most interesting was that we knew that if they had found the old cannon they'd remove it cladestinely, because the bottomland would be governed by the DNR and EPA.

The State of Michigan, the DNR and EPA would raise a stink and not permit its removal because of the intense bottomland disturbances and water recovery regulations about bottomland preservation. It would be a paper nightmare of official documents. Successful treasure hunters must speak little to keep others out of the project. Government officials don't keep quiet - they listen and read the secret informaton you provide and squeal giving away hard gotten secrets to others who rip off the rightful discoverers. Got a secret - don't squeal. Tell nobody. Its funny, Mother Nature can destroy without consequences because its an act of God, but perish the thought if man or machine directly or indirectly spills or disturbs a tablespoon of sand, silt or mud in a stream or lakes bottomland. Oops, its getting late and I've got things to do this Saturday night. See ya, Monday.

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