Is the Ark of the covenant in Arkansas?

another interesting site off the arkansas river valley is in Heavener Oklahoma. Anyone heard of the Heavener Runestones?

I have know this for some time, been looking for this, I knew it would come.

On March 22nd of a certain year not to long ago I was reaching for the handle of a door to enter a stairwell and I heard with other ears, my son, count the steps, each step for a day, and at that time you shall find thyself at Jerusalem.

I counted each step to my destination and they were 56.

56 days by what I heard.

Adding 56 days to March 22nd is May 17th.

On May 14th I was in LasVegas, that weekend I was home, and on Monday May 17th I was in Springdale, Arkansas.

I never doubted what I heard my Father say, but until today I didn't understand it... I do now.

The Bat Creek Stone "for the jews"

[link to www.econ.ohio-state.edu]

Yery nice....

It's probably sitting on the river with God, in good ole Little Rock, since wouldn't God be a Little Rock.

Ribbit :)

Springdale/Springfield


>It's at Moes'. He is hiding it from Mr. Burns.

Moe will get the last laugh. And then die.

It does have the word Ark in it...hmmmm

Good research you've found it!!

Maybe it means it is in Kansas !!

Ark in Kansas


Seriously....

Arkansas has always been a spritual and mystical location....especially Hot Springs....

Tid bit:

Moe knows nobody will ever find the Ark in his lifetime so he uses it to keep his stash of dope in.

I won't tell you where he keeps the other half of Burnsies' money....and a few other items suitable for blackmail. And Krusty sure a Hell ain't tellin' ANY of it.

I once heard someone on Art Bell/George Noory say this. He said that Arkansas literally meant "The keepers of the Ark" and that the Ark is kept by the natives in that area. The location is said to be "at the foot of a mountain, at the convergence of the red, white and blue rivers". Good luck.

I lived in Alicia arkansas, near Egypt AR, I went to pay land taxes, and while I was waiting in the tax office, I noticed a map on the wall. It was a voter province map. Alicia, and most of Lawrence county were in a voting province called, The Promise land.

Yes, as soon as i get the next part, i will.

Magazine Mountain..

Here is further proof that our land was inhabited or at least visited by the Hebrew race thousands of years ago...

It is the story of one mans journey from his early days at HAARP to the discovery of drawings here in America linked to the Hebrew race.

This in just a snip, I do urge you read his entire story though...Trust me it is quite telling!

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from; [link to 74.125.95.132]

After this incident we were welcomed to many other ranches and found even more petroglyphs. The translation program was running on a portable laptop and successfully gave a voice to the odd shapes and weathered stones. The messages were indeed old, in proto-Canaanite, and they gave a deadly prophecy.

Whoever wrote the petroglyphs came from the mid-East. There were multiple references to the land of Kan, or Canaan, images of ships and the narration of a perilous journey. They suffered not only a crisis of physical dilemmas but of faith.

As I translated the script, from the far right where the picture of the ship was pecked into the stone wall, to the far left, where Dr. Harris had translated the phrase, "The First I Am of Yah to the Last I Am of Yah," something unexpected appeared in the texts. There were references to the "burning sky."

The site with the long panel of petroglyphs appeared to be meant as a single story, perhaps the history of the epic journey that the authors had taken to get here. It was almost 20 feet above the current earth. Thousands of years had worn away the underlying soil and made the once eye-level writing artificially elevated. Also, the more recent petroglyphs of American Indians, with images of horses and feathered headed men, were now only half as high on these same cliffs.

The older script was also black with what is called patina. It forms a thick black crust as the moisture leaches manganese from the stones and is a testament to the antiquity of the writing. The Native Indian petroglyphs were bright and fresh, as if made yesterday.

Not all of the ancient script was intact. Certain sections were worn by the weather and sand blasted by the wind, but enough of it was there to get the story. The authors had come to this location on purpose. They were not lost or exploring without a destination. And they arrived in poor shape, sick and with many lives lost in the journey. They arrived and stopped and made a temple to Yah.

One panel described how they were perplexed. They had no shelter or location for the temple's "holy of holies," and so used the cloth from their sail to make a tent "for the Father, Yah." There was even a crude image of the tent to accompany the story.

After they had established themselves in the location they wrote their prophecy in the form of a warning. They spoke of the "arm of El" no longer protecting the people from the sky, and of being "burned by the sky." They made references to the location as a "safe zone" and that people should "seek shelter under the earth." There were also references to "half-breeds" and the "white sect."

All of this was a little disturbing. By the third day Jason and I had been joined by another friend, Lee, a light hearted writer and producer who came from Los Angeles to inspect the petroglyphs with the idea that they might make an interesting documentary. I was hesitant to share the translations with him since he did not take these matters very seriously. Instead, we filmed the sites and I allowed him to see the process with the laptop and the program, but we never discussed the actual results in any depth.

Lee was an old friend from college. We lived in the same dormitory at the University of Massachusetts, and we shared many of the same interests. In our younger days, we smoked pot and drank and partied with the best of them, but now, well, he still did. But I had been abstaining from marijuana because of my job and the frequent urine tests that I had to pass. I had not seen Lee for a few years. When he took out his pipe and invited me to smoke and I did.

The motel where we were staying did not allow smoking of any kind - especially marijuana - and so we had to make periodic short trips in my car to the surrounding areas, smoke our marijuana, and hen return. Jason, the ex-Navy Seal, knew what we were up to but did not object and often joked about our sudden need to "take a ride."

On one occasion we drove about five miles down a remote road and parked near an odd structure that was fenced with barbed wire and which contained a number of silver, windowless sheds. It was unmanned and from the vantage point we could see in all directions for many miles. It was the perfect place to relax and smoke and have some fun conversation.

Mormon!

I'd venture to say a little town called Mountain Home on the white river. Just a thought. Mine!

Interesting thread OP.

at the foot of Mt. Magazine flows a river called Petit Jean or "little john". There is evidence of pre-columbian european visitations in this area. The Petit Jean river was dammed to form Blue Mountain lake. Mount Nebo is just to the Northeast overlooking the Arkansas River. There is a state park on top of Magazine as well as Nebo. The geology of these moutains is different than the ozarks to the north. Magazine and Nebo are the northmost outcrop of the Ouachita Mountains, which are folded ridges. Hot Springs is 50 miles or so to the south.

The strange thing about Blue Mountain, Nebo, and Magazine is they are sentinels, rising above the relatively flat river bottoms around them. The caves on these mountains are not limestone drip caverns like in the ozarks...they are instead dry voids formed from the folding. Some are quite large, but not very deep.

I have a book called "lost treasures of the ozarks". Very interesting read.

The Ark of the Covenant is not mentioned however.

Keep an eye open for this thread because as soon as i get the next newsletter i will be posting it. Btw, I hear they call it the "blue" Ozarks? Interesting that the covering over the Ark was blue. Just to many coincidences if you ask me!!!

No.

I love alternative history. It's a hobby.

Here is an article on the heavener runestones I mentioned earlier.

[link to www.associatedcontent.com]

no, its in 'sweet home, alabama', under a barn

Thank you. Yet more proof of TRUE early American history. God it would be so great to be the one to find the Ark...My luck i would not be of the tribe of Levi...sigh ;)

melt your damn face off. I've seen Raiders of the Lost Ark.

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WOW !!!!

The arm of El....



The word El was found at the top of a list of gods as the Ancient of Gods or the Father of all Gods, in the ruins of the Royal Library of the Ebla civilization, in the archaeological site of Tell Mardikh in Syria dated to 2300 BC.


[link to en.wikipedia.org]

OP where are you from?

This is an interesting thread, considering my life. My life began at 4, when I remember looking down at my feet and thinking to myself, nothing makes sense. Even looking around, nothing made sense, as I sat there with my legs hanging off a barracks style bed and the only one in the very large brightly lit room. Then I remember showing up at the Children's Home and while it looked and smelled wonderful, nothing made sense. But at 4 years old, I didn't utter a single word, which wasn't normal for a 4yo but legal records do indicate something happened to me between the ages of 1 and 4 (became ward of state at 1), since that time period is lacking any documentation, as if I was missing for 3 years, but I assume they were sealed by the courts, due to my age and my biological father told me someone tried to kidnapp me and he had to fight them in court, but I've never known anything of it except for that and considering dad was a drunk, I can only imagine he showed up drunk and wanted to see me but the woman that had me refused, due to his condition, but alcohol will do that to someone. :(

The first time I remember anything making sense was when I was 5 and B.A.N. taught me Math. Math made sense and it was so easy to figure out the answer, unlike everything else. So I fell in love with Math that day and haven't stopped doing the Math since.

When I was 6, B.A.N.'s mother, a housemother at the Children's Home, retired and when she left, she took me with her and we ended up in the southern Ozarks just north of Clinton, Arkansas. It was so wonderful to get to grow up in the country, with so much wilderness to explore and I was all over it, plus, we had gardens every year and had chickens and the like, so I had a wonderful childhood, that otherwise might not have turned out so well. ;)

With the article about the Ark, it makes me wonder if I've ever passed right by it and never realized what it was?

Ribbit :)

Ps: I forgot to mention I was also born in Little Rock.

Ribbit :)

The real "Ark", was a Star-ship!

Okay OP, make me understand...if so many of our leaders--past and present as masons, what is their future purpose of the Ark of the Covenant, if our government has some Luciferian leanings? Sounds like they will eventually reveal it--but to what end? Who is guarding the Ark...the government? Do they plan to use it for evil? Can it be used for evil? Do they view it as a magical relic? How does this all fit in with the End Times and WWIII?