Thank God Walt Disney is dead. Where the real world went is beyond me. There was a time when a man's word meant something (if I have to explain it, well). Motive is the key here. Some folks are here for the ride and others who remember just might see Paradise one day. Jesus said, "There are no secrets; I give thee a mystery."
I gave up the willow over twenty years ago, and also cop a feel on the wind. For those of you who think this is some kind of veiled scenario, your right. All of the Gold belongs to God. It can make or break a society in very little time and therefore it is illusive, just like the Holy Spirit; "It comes and goes like the wind, never knowing whence it came or where it goes, other than when it is upon it you. Gold is where you find it too, unless some crafty characters like the Peraltas have already passed through the area and hidden the lodes with the art of illusionary landscaping. The reason there is a witch on the tablets with a cross, is because the witch in question is one who works for The Spirit and not himself or evil kings.
I don't recall being secretive about any of this; I just haven't told you everything so as to keep it a mystery as it was intended to do, so if there are any low lifes on the trail. they will go mad and climb into a bottle instead of the mine.
It's so simple, you just wouldn't believe it, right?
Would somebody please count up as to how many references there are to the river, between the tablets and the paper maps? That's where you pick up the trail. Where were the tablets found in the first place? Any with a functioning brain at the time, would head for the nearest and richest sections of land ahead of the stones.
Were they not buried to look like a headstone? Is the final marker before the mine not a stone in the shape of a man's head, laying on the ground? It's no mystery to me, it's just that someday all of that now hidden gold just might feed your silly butts, once the mistake of Obama is no longer before us and his present works bring you to the threshold of the great tribulation.
Do wonders ever cease? I hope not. Soon, gold won't even buy you a roll of butt wipe. """"Timing is everything."""" Happy trails my bros; I hope to cross paths with you in the chow lines.