Hello. My name is John. I live in Warrington, Bucks County, Pennsylvania. We are on the order of 20 miles outside Philadelphia.
I chose a home on Phillips Avenue near the lake and my wife enjoys watching the water birds.
To go on, when we moved in we heard the absolute strangest stories from the neighbors. I have lived in the city most of my life but my grandfather Hiram was from upstate New York and told the best campfire stories so I am familiar with small town legends. Warrington had it all. A UFO crash, knights jousting in the woods, secret societies, even a hunter damned by The Almighty to ride until Judgment Day, and of course the gold standard of buried treasure.
[Lots here jumping around, but at some point he went outside in the dark]
For the little lady's sake I decided I would keep the lights of our neighborhood visible and not out walk them but broke that promise when I saw stranger lights ahead. They were red and reminded me of the discharges or ball plasmas I had seen on the ocean during my navy days. What they call Saint Elmo's fire and all that.
There was one monk or something looking like a monk because he was wearing a white cloak and hood. This man was walking far ahead of the others with a white light that could have been a single candle, it was so dim if not for the color. More like a glow than anything. The next three were dressed like Bedouins. I could see them very well because they were carrying brilliant, and I mean absolutely brilliant red fires. What reminded me of the ball plasmas. Either the lights were on their heads or it was the angle of my viewing but they also were carrying something else similar to sparkler type fireworks. Possibly magnesium, something that dripped an ignited substance. It looked every bit like molten steel.
Finally the rear guard if you will was eleven men in tunics with ordinary torches, dressed vaguely European I would warrant. Maybe post Roman or from an age before the Renaissance. Clothing you might see in a Robin Hood picture. Errol Flynn, 1938. I will never forget! I do not claim to be an expert on costume so I could in no way shape or form say for sure. They carried swords as well. Some of them had burning spears or staffs. My eyes are certainly not what they used to be make no mistake but I am confident they did not deceive me. Now if you follow still we have a monk, three Bedouins, and eleven what I would guess were dark age warriors or soldiers all together and that does not agree!
The men with the lights went toward the lake out of the woods. Making every effort to not throw out my back I caught up to them outside of the tree line where I very distinctly saw them bury something in the fields. Hence this post here.
. . . I found this website and references to a massive discussion not only about buried treasure right here in Warrington and all the rumors and gossip of years past but what I think was exactly what I saw on January the sixth people dressed as classic Arabs or Middle Easterners, the Bedouins of my estimation, conducting an annual ceremony by the lake in which they burn torches and bury three treasures as some kind of offering. Three! One of which I recovered.
[W]hat if anything can you tell me about treasure burying ceremonies involving three men dressed as Arabs putting three treasures into the ground? Why is it done annually on January the sixth? Is this common elsewhere?
To go on, one day not too long after the bell rings and there's a young man at the door. Notes. Sketches. Photos. All bursting out of a shoulder bag and the air of an unemployed college student with too much time on his hands. Bouncing around since 2012 collecting every scrap of information about the goings on by the lake. His own admission. A confessed goose chaser with conclusions far removed from reason but a list going back decades to many January the sixths and many Bedouin sightings. If I am to believe what he said I was not the only witness this year or others. Something he showed me was a computer rendered illustration of the lights I saw. Identical lights. How did he know? This was described to him by a neighbor who enjoyed a view of the same spectacle in 2013. It was already a year old, the drawing. Again if I am to believe.
Meaning I am just one of perhaps many who saw the Bedouins. He knew he had me then. I saw the grin on his face. I could not help but show this upstart the shot I took with my phone.
We held them side by side and whistled. I let him download the photos in exchange for a picture of his rendering.
I was surprised to hear that more than a few people saw the ship building and the burning ships which is the buzz around here lately.
What am I looking at, what did I see?
