Forrest Gets Mail – 12

Hello Mr. Fenn!

My name’s Kenda.  Had a strange thing happen the other day –involves you oddly enough

I watched Destination Unknown “Finding Fenn’s Treasure” on 1/13, Friday evening

I’m a paranormal researcher, I record ghost voices…  been doing it on a regular basis for 10 years now.

Saturday morning -5 am EST, (3 am your time)  I did a recording session.   A voice that sounds an awful lot like you is speaking on it.   It’s not unusual for sleeping people to show up on recording, happens pretty regularly…no rhyme or reason to it actually.

Here’s what “sleeping you” said, “IT’S A GREAT DISAPPOINTMENT TO ME THAT MY OWN FAMILY HAVEN’T FOUND IT.”

“TAOS…  IT WOULD BE BALD WITHOUT THIS”    “DON’T YOU KIDS READ?”

Now, I don’t speak at all during the “answer” parts of the recording, only when asking questions.

Vocally, I’m 99.999% sure it’s you; got the accent, cadence, everything!

Just thought you might find it interesting  –I definitely do

I did a video of it if you’d like to hear it —  (incidentally, I was asking about the existence of Bigfoot at the time –“You” suggested I STOP asking about it considering  “THEY COULD BE FROM THE PRIMATE FAMILY” )

Sincerely,
Kendra

Here’s the link to the video…
FORREST FENN (Pure EVP) Sleeping Forrest Messages

Scrapbook One Hundred Sixty Four…

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JANUARY 2017

When Forrest sent me this poem I was put a little aback, Here is what I sent him:

“I don’t know how long you worked on that poem but it is pretty delicious, gut-wrenching and personal…
It’s very cool Forrest…
I think it reveals a lot about your feelings about war…
and loss…
But it conceals a great deal as well and that will be what folks will discuss…

I noted a couple of typos…or maybe they are intentionals…

Imagination is more fun than knowledge 
Did you mean to spell knowledge correctly…?
You have a reputation for your unique spelling of knowlege..

where on some Flanders Field my favoured companions fought.
Did you intend to use the Brit spelling of favored?…probably so…it works very well…

This mysterious vestige of a sailing past, shappend by myriad winds and waves, 
Did you mean shappend or shaped?

And here is what Forrest replied:
“Leave everything alone.”

Below is Forrest’s poem and original note:


Imagination is more fun than knowledge

A wanderer chanced upon this driftwood art, shipwrecked and lonely on a sandy shore. At least to me it plays that part; an olden sailing ship,
and nothing more.
Or maybe it’s a desperate soul, a sentimental sort, standing on a sodden knoll, searching for his Candy Ann, who, absent from her role, lately departed from a distant port.
And no one was there to pay her toll.
Or is it not his throbbing Ann, wrapped in shroud against the breezing cold, yelling with all she can, a screaming voice so loud, and nothing there is told.
Is she below the saline door forever reaching back no more?

But is it all for naught, wild upon my imaginations fraught; dreaming of wild journeys too late sought, or of cold battles where on some Flanders Field my favoured companions fought.
Let it stop now, and be no more.

This mysterious vestige of a sailing past, shappend by myriad winds and waves, occupies my hand at last, subject to whatever whim my mind, in its wanderings, craves.
And that will henceforth, forever be her lore.


A treasure searcher, a pleasant stranger, posted me this wonderful wooden hand-size object along with words that bare, wonderful enough to covet, yet too personal to share.

This paragon of expression stands straight and bold. Its blackened keel, harden by fire, hints of battles fought and won. A single jib yet unfurled, still serves testament to this vessels willingness to bare its gun.

Surprisingly the forces of oceanic turbulence combined to pare this ready boat. I’ve told you what I think, but what else does it know?

Thank you for the favor, Mister Poe. f

 

 

Forrest Gets Mail – 11

 

Mr. Fenn,
I am a professional poker player living in Las Vegas… im 44 years old and I came to Vegas when I was 19 to pursue a career  in playing Blackjack… (not such a good idea btw) and have been here ever since. I received your book for Christmas (never heard about your story) and I will be trading in gambling on cards for gambling in the wilderness. Should be fun.

I recently purchased 10 books and have decided I need 10 partners and figured the best way to find 10 people I can trust* was to send it off to 10 inmates serving life sentences… figured they have the time and won’t be looking themselves😀😀.

I chose 9 men and 1 woman. I’m thinking my best shot is the Unibomer Ted Kaczynski.. as he is a pretty brilliant guy and also lived in Montana for a number of years… I have 1 question, Has anyone ever told you they were doing this also?

Hope this finds you well,

Brett

Chasing Words…

 

SUBMITTED January, 2017
by dal

 

People think I am a genius!

Okay…maybe none of you think that…but my mom does.

Truth is…for the last couple of days I have been using a sophisticated, yet easy to use tool that gives me precise locations to hundreds of Forrest Fenn quotes. This TOOL was created by J. C. Merritt, AKA JCM and I find it indispensable. Not only is it a great tool…but I have fun playing with it too…

It’s a sophisticated research document tiled “Chasing Words of Forrest Fenn” This document is 82 digital pages with clickable links to quotes and topics by Forrest that appear digitally in TV and radio interviews, magazines, email, various blogs, websites and forums…This thing is absolutely WONDERFUL!

For instance…today I needed to figure out where Forrest talked about “where warm waters halt”, and what he said about it. So I opened up my electronic version of Mr. Merritt’s book and in the search mechanism I typed “warm waters”.

PRESTO…95 clickable links that will not only take me to where Forrest actually utters or pens the words “warm waters” but includes places where others have quoted Forrest talking about, “warm waters”.

Anyone who spends time trying to dig out the truth from the fiction about what Forrest has actually said is going to NEED this electronic book.

I cannot imagine the number of hours Mr. Merritt has tossed into this project…well…actually I can, which is why I never tried to put one together myself…

Most importantly…it’s easy to use on your own computer…no matter what kind you use…

But I think I’ve yapped on long enough…

Oh…one more thing…

Forrest has not stopped talking or writing yet…so there will be more quotes to add to this document…and if you buy one now…the updates are minimal for future editions…I think I heard $3…

This is great…valuable,,,important if you take the search seriously…

Did I mention that it’s an instant download?…buy it today and get it today..

PS-I am NOT getting money or favors from Mr Merritt for promoting his book. I bought the combined version and paid the full price for it and I love the darn thing. Finally…something useful and beneficial to the chase.

Click HERE to go to Mr. Merritt’s promotion for the book and buy one

 

 

Poetry Page X…

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The chase certainly has inspired some great poetry…

Here is page ix for poetry about the chase, Forrest or any other Thrill of the Chase related topic. I am hoping poets will create new poetry and place it on this page.

If you would like to peruse the  verse on the first page of poetry click HERE.

Second page is HERE

Third page is HERE

Fourth page is HERE

Fifth Page is HERE

Sixth Page is HERE

Seventh Page is HERE

Eighth Page is HERE

Ninth Page is HERE

Thanks

dal…

Scrapbook One Hundred Sixty Three Point Five…

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DECEMBER 20, 2016

Crew of the Candy Ann and Forrest after snatching him from the jungle in Laos. This photo was taken on December 21st after Forrest spent the night in the jungle and was rescued by these guys on the 21st.

I am toasting myself with hot chocolate because 48 years ago today I was shot down in Laos and enjoyed all of the fruits such a jungle paradise could provide. It would be my hopeful lot to retrace my steps and retrieve my pistol and Minox camera, both of which were unceremonially extracted from my person as I egressed that location, up through breaking limbs and leafs galore, via a life-saving hoist. But alas, perhaps I shall fail that rendezvous in lieu of, and deference to, demands made by my 86 year-old carcass. I guess my parachute is still hanging in that tree where I left it. I will wish it a Merry Christmas and thank it for doing a great job. Ain’t life grand? f

F-100F  Super Sabre cockpit at the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force. (U.S. Air Force photo)

Forrest flying an F-100 Super Sabre.

If you’d like to hear Forrest tell the story of being shot down and then rescued the next day follow the link below to go to a video interview of Forrest filmed by the Air Force Association a couple years ago.

http://lummifilm.com/afa/page3.html

The interview is in two parts. The link to the second part is on the bottom of the video page.

 

Mountain Warrior Women’s Wicked Weekend…

SUBMITTED december 2016
by the golden retrievers and sandy b

 

Sandy B and the Golden Retrievers had an Enchanted trip while hunting for Indulgence.   We have written this article for your entertainment.  Mr. Fenn says: read the blogs for entertainment.   We aren’t sharing our solves.  Sorry.  We are just sharing our fun trip with you.  We hope you find our story entertaining.   And we hope it encourages you to get out, hike, and search (in Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado) next spring.

We rendezvoused at a trailhead at the Embudo Canyon.  We hiked down into the canyon and crossed the Treacherous River to Treasure Island (it’s not an island at all, it’s just the other side of the river – but Golden R likes to call it Treasure Island).  We traveled thru the Magical Forest, moved a few rocks, reorganized some more rocks, and repositioned a few more rocks.

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We Moved Rocks

One rock, standing up like a gravestone, caught our eye.

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Standing up like a gravestone

Sandy B and Golden R couldn’t lift the rock out of the stone crevasse which held it.  Sandy B, who has an attention span of a fruit fly, left to explore around the ridge.  Since Golden R couldn’t lift the stone; Golden R tried to crank the stone sideways, like a lever.  Golden R was shocked to feel the rock move easily like a lever . . . and four more rocks, which were holding the lever-rock in place, all moved with a crunching noise.   It was a very “Indiana Jones moment”.  Golden R expected a stone entrance to a secret tunnel to appear.  But there was no secret tunnel and no treasure chest.

We walked in and out of the river . . .  up and down the river.  When we felt we had disturbed enough rocks, we went looking for the “Heartbeat of Mother Earth”.  With our ears pressed to approximately thirty or forty different rocks, we listened good, for the heartbeat.  Golden R’s ear was turning numb from holding the ear against the cold, wet rocks  (did we tell you it was cold and it was raining?); we never heard the Heartbeat (Sancho, we needed you.)   Sandy B heard a unique hum in that area, so we know we were in the correct spot.

Another “Indiana Jones moment” came, as we arrived at our car to find a note, enclosed in a plastic bag, on our windshield, from a treasure hunter.  The note suggested we meet for Happy Hour – Oh Yes!

Sandy B and Golden R had a wonderful evening with a very handsome treasure hunter.  We probably shouldn’t disclose our guest’s real name, but we like to call him “Snakecharmer”.  We tried to get information out of our guest . . . we tried to buy drinks for Snakecharmer, hoping to learn valuable information . . . but he was a rock.  We obtained no information about his solve.  We had a very fun evening talking treasure.

The next day, we took a drive thru a very muddy canyon; and we had to scrape the mud off our tires twice, because we were sliding on the mud.  Sandy B is an amazing driver; she drove us thru mud that had tire ruts or grooves in the road twelve inches deep.  Sandy drove us out of there in 4WD LOW.   Golden R was a good luck charm for Sandy B.  Sandy B has had eight flat tires this year – on this trip Sandy B didn’t get a flat tire!

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Mud

More Mud

More Mud

We hiked a trail which promised warm waters halting, canyon down, and an X.

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X marks the spot

We found eyes, a drawing nigh, and a listen good.   We stood in one spot which has a pi to the West,

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Not pineapple pi

And a finger to our east.

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and a pure white blaze to our North.   But no treasure chest.

The rocks along the trail were so fun to climb over and climb through – it was like a playground.  But Golden R couldn’t stay and play on those rocks, because Sandy B has the attention span of a mosquito.

We then entered the strange part of our journey. This was a time where Sandy B found a broken hiking pole which displayed the word: stop (obviously “halt”).

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“Halt”, says the hiking pole

At this point, we were E.C. Watersing it.  (Before we sent this article to Dal, we received permission from E. C. Waters to turn his name into a verb meaning:  ‘find a clue in everything you see’).

We found a concrete trough.

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Water High

As we looked behind us, we saw a big water tower up high.  Why didn’t we see that as we hiked by it?

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More water high?

That was a beautiful, fun trail.  We found hot springs and saw foot prints from elk, badger and coyote (or fox).   But no treasure chest.

The next day we weren’t allowed to drive into the Vallas Caldera National Preserve, because it was hunting season; and WE WERE hunting!   So we pulled out our maps, and Sandy B discovered the BEST solve yet.   We packed part of our sandwich . . .

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Got sandwich & got flashlight

“Did we have a flashlight?”, you might ask.  Sandy B carried two or three flashlights at all times; and a rock hammer/pick axe/lever for moving rocks and scraping tires.  Golden R carried two flashlights, two different packs of matches, and two different packs of waterproof matches, and everything we needed to build a shelter if we got lost.  If we got lost, and had to spend the night in the mountains, our shelter would have been seen from the space shuttle.

On this hike we found a tiny, tiny water fall (it’s so tiny you can’t even see it in this picture below).

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There’s something weird about her right hand in this photo

Something tells me we should go this way.

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Look quickly down

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We saw recent bear scratches on a tree.

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“I was here”, Bear.

We found treasures old and new; and we did it tired.

There was no poop on that tire, Voxpops

There was no poop on that tire, Voxpops

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This old 1939 Ford needs to be re-tired

If Sandy B had been driving that truck, it never would have gotten stuck.  Sandy B can drive anywhere.

On this hike we had home of Brown; canyon down; WWWH; listen good; and X marks the spot.  So we moved some rocks, reorganized some more rocks, and repositioned a few more rocks.

No treasure chest.

We had a very fun trip; and we saw some amazing sites.  And we are getting closer and closer to the treasure chest.

Golden Retrievers and Sandy B-

 

 

Crossing Over…

by JDA

 

“What If” the poem is not about finding a chest full of gold, but rather a poem about crossing over to the other side?

In 1988, Forrest was diagnosed with cancer.  We know very little about his battle with cancer, other than the fact that he is a survivor. “What If” he died, but was one of the fortunate few who came back, before fully crossing over to the other side?  “What If” Forrest wrote the poem to tell us how to prepare for that journey that we will all take at one point or another?

I firmly believe that there is a hidden bronze chest of gold out there, and that the poem holds the secret to finding that chest, but I also believe that the poem could be about that “crossing over”.

“As I have gone alone in there…”

As I went into that very special place that we must each go into alone, for no one can accompany us on this journey. Others may be at our side, and even hold our hand, but this is one journey that we each must take ALONE.

“And with my treasures bold,…”

As I go into this very special place, I take with me all of the memories of my time spent here on earth.  My life flashes before me in an instant.  Time seems to stand still as I remember every moment of my life – The good, the bad, and the ugly.

“I can keep my secret where,…”

Having crossed over that threshold, but was able to return, I know where this special portal lies, but I can keep it a secret, until I once again must use that portal.

“And hint of riches new and old.”

Having crossed over, I was able to look back upon my life and all of its riches – My friends and my family.  Ones that were closest to me, and meant the most to me.  But, I can also see the wonders that exist “On the other side.”

“Begin it where warm waters halt…”

Where must this journey begin?  It is said that the body is composed of 99% water.  The blood that courses through our bodies is truly our “Life’s blood.”  We are warm blooded animals. Once our heart stops beating, our “Life’s blood” ceases to flow through our body, and we soon begin to cool.

So, our journey begins at that place where the heart ceases to beat, where our “warm water” ceases to flow through our body.  It may be in a hospital, it may be in a wrecked automobile, or it may be in a Grove of Pines somewhere within the Rocky Mountains somewhere 8.5 miles north of Santa Fe.  The spot may be of our choosing, or “Fate” may select the spot for us.

And take it in the canyon down…”

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…”  Psalms 23:4 describes the trip down the canyon.

“Not far,  but too far to walk.”

The journey from this side, to the next, will happen in the blink of an eye, and yet will encompass possibly millions of miles.

“Put in below the home of Brown.”

In order to take this journey, unafraid, one must have faith that there is another reality after death. Monks, whether Buddhist or Christian frequently wore Brown cassocks in days of yore. This Brown cassock, is a symbol of religious faith – regardless the denomination or sect.  So, on your journey to the other side, put your faith in whatever religion or belief that you have relied on during your journey on this earth.

“From there it’s no place for the meek…”

“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth” On your journey, you can see the earth quickly fading from view. This will no longer be your home.  Other, even grander places await you.

“The end is ever drawing nigh;…”

The end of your final journey is fast approaching.

“There’ll be no paddle up your creek…”

On this journey, there will be no need for paddles, nor any other means of conveyance or locomotion.  Just think it, and you will be there.

“Just heavy loads and water high.”

You are the product of every moment that you have lived.  Some religious beliefs call it Karma.  By whatever name, we each are responsible for every act and thought that we have had while living on this earth.  We do not shed these acts when we cross over to the next realm.  For some, this will be a heavy load.

In the Christian bible there is the following: The Second Day: Firmament Then God said, “Let there be an expanse in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.” God made the expanse, and separated the waters which were below the expanse from the waters which were above the expanse; and it was so. God called the expanse heaven. And there was evening and there was morning, a second day.…  Truly, Water High.

“If you’ve been wise and found the blaze…”

If you’ve been wise… If you have gained wisdom about living in this life, you have also gained wisdom about facing death… For those who have had “Near death experiences”, many describe it as walking into a brilliant light.  This must have been what Forrest experienced – the celestial blaze.

“Look quickly down, your quest to cease…”

As you enter the brilliant white light that is the blaze, look quickly down, back at the life that you are now leaving…Your quest to know what is on “The other side” is about to be fulfilled.

“But tarry scant with marvel gaze…”

Don’t stare in wonder at the world you are leaving, nor at the new world you are about to enter.

“Just take the chest and go in peace…”

Don’t question what is about to happen, just take the gift that you are being offered, and move peacefully into your new realm.

“So why is it that I must go

And leave my trove for all to seek?”

Why must I die, and leave my loved ones behind, wondering where I have gone and what awaits me on the other side?

“The answers I already know,…”

Since I have crossed over once before, I already know what to expect, and I am not afraid.

“I’ve done it tired, and now I am weak.”

Having lived a full and wonderful life after having once crossed over, I am now tired and weak, and look forward to my second crossing.

“So hear me all and listen good…”

Please pay attention.  What I have had to say is important to you, and your upcoming journey.

“Your effort will be worth the cold…”

Crossing over is not easy.  Letting go of this life is not easy, but it is something that we each must do, and it is not to be feared.  Soon your body will be cold, but that is OK.  It was only a vessel to carry your life’s vital energy, that is now entering a new realm.

“If you are brave and in the wood…”

If you have faced the crossing over bravely, just as you have faced so many other challenges in this life, the outcome is not to be feared.  As you now lie in your “Pine Box” – you will have already crossed over.

“I give you title to the gold.”

You have crossed over, your reward will be to forever walk in peace on “Streets paved in gold”.  In reality, there are no streets here, for there is no need.  All you have to do is think it, and it shall be a reality.

Epilog:

As I said at the beginning, I fully believe that there is a bronze box filled with gold and precious gems hidden out there somewhere, and that the poem has the secrets to finding it.  I also believe that what I have just described above is also possible.

JDA –
TRY to STAY SAFE all.