Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 03:15:27 -0500 (EST)
From: Stephen Calkins <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: Dulce Vacation
Rob Solarion <email@example.com>
Recently I had the good fortune to make a 2,300-mile road trip
from Northeast Texas to northern New Mexico and back. This evening I have
completed a photo essay with minimal text and uploaded it to my
website. There are 83 photographs on 18 pages, organized by subject.
Whether you may agree with my opinions or not, and this may technically be
"off-topic" to a
couple of lists, you are certainly invited to look at the photos. I
highly recommend a New Mexico vacation to everybody. Northern New
Mexico is one of America's most well-kept vacation secrets. Santa Fe is
magnificent! And the New Mexican Cuisine is delicious everywhere you
go! I chided myself for waiting so long to take such a vacation. New
Mexico is indeed "The
Land Of Enchantment"!
Appended below is the text of my Dulce Report. This visit to Dulce
was one of the highlights of my trip. You can believe it or not, as
you like. Please feel free to forward this message to whomever you wish.
Best Regards, Roberto
DULCE REPORT By Rob SolĂ rion Copyright 2005, All Rights Reserved
For many people the name "Dulce" is instantly recognizable. If you
google for < dulce+ufo >, you'll bring up 247,000 possible webpages.
Pictured above, to the right of the light poles, is the infamous
Archuleta Mesa, where the reptilian aliens from Outer Space supposedly have an
underground base of at least seven levels, the lowermost of which
extend out under the sleepy, little Indian village of Dulce itself. All
sorts of horrific experiments are reportedly being conducted on these
various levels, especially at levels six and seven. For example, they are
said to be conducting experiments to determine how to extract the
"soul" and "spirit" from a human being and "transplant" them into some of
their reptilian volunteers. Perhaps this is part of the "training
process" for reptilian spies who infiltrate human society, by masquerading
As soon as I decided to visit New Mexico, I knew at once that I
would have to visit Dulce, since I have heard so much about it. Carrie
and Iarrived in Dulce around mid-afternoon, following an easy drive
through the mountains and across the Continental Divide, which near Dulce
reaches an elevation of about 11,000 feet. Most of he scenery along the
route from Tierra Amarilla to
Chama and Dulce looked about the same as the scenery elsewhere, so I
did not waste any time stopping for additional photographs.
Approaching Dulce, we saw a billboard advertising the Best Western
Inn and Restaurant at Dulce. I suggested that we first stop there and
make some inquiries. Dulce is a small town with a population of about
only 2,700. To a certain extent, it is merely a "wide spot" in the
road. It is way out in the middle of nowhere, and I had no idea of what to
expect to hear about the Alien Base. Near the Best Western there was
also a sign indicating that visitor information could be obtained here,
so we turned in and parked.
Inside the motel we were greeted by a tall, handsome Indian man.
"May I help you?" he inquired with a smile.
"We're looking for the information service," I said."Well, here it
is!" he laughed and gestured around at the small motel lobby. "This is
it. What were you wanting to know?"
Now it was my time to laugh. "Well, actualy, we came here to see
if we could find out anything about the reptilian Alien Base underneath
the Archuleta Mesa. Do you know anything about it?"
At this point, he really broke out laughing. "You are just in time!
There's a conversation going on in the restaurant right now about this
Alien Base. Were you planning to eat?"
"No, but we'd like to have some coffee," I replied.
"Follow me," he said and escorted us into the restaurant. Two
other tables were occupied, one by two Indian women and the other by an
Anglo man who was having coffee and a snack and conversing with a second
Indian man, who was standing beside his table and who, it turned out,
also worked for the motel and restaurant.
The man who showed us in promptly introduced us to the second man,
and we introduced ourselves to the Anglo who said that he had driven to
Dulce from Duncan, Oklahoma, just north of Fort Worth, Texas. Everyone
exchanged the usual pleasantries.
Then I said, "So, y'all are talking about the Alien Base?"
The Oklahoma man told us that he'd read all about Dulce on the
Internet and had come to see it for himself, as was the case with Carrie
Then the second Indian man, whose name I have forgotten, began to
expound at length about this Alien Base, and I paraphrase him here.
"Let me tell you a story," he began. "It is rather long, but
you'll find it interesting, I think. In our Indian traditions we have a
custom that we follow for boys who reach one year of age. They say that
if you shave a boy's head on
his first birthday, when he gets older, his hair will grow long and
thick. After I got married and had a son, on his first birthday we went
to visit my grandmother, so that she could shave his head. This was the
first time we'd had a good look at his skull without any hair, and
suddnly I saw that both of his ears were pierced at the top. We had never
noticed this before, and we were quite perplexed. But at the time I
didn't really think much about it.
"Then my wife had a second son, and on his first birthday, we drove
to my grandmother's again so she could shave his head. After she
finished, we found two tiny holes or dents in his scalp, right on top of his
head." He pointed at the top of
his own head. "Now I was starting to wonder about these things,
because clearly this is not normal. A couple of years later, my wife had a
third son, and again we drove to my grandmother's for the head-shaving
ceremony. This third boy had a hole in the side of his right ear, about
in the middle. I didn't know what to think about it.
"Around 8 o'clock we left my grandmother's to drive back to Dulce.
Usually this ride takes about an hour and 45 minutes. About 9 o'clock,
we were still about 45 minutes from home, when my wife and I noticed a
strange light or object flying low across the horizon. I pulled over
beside the road to check it out. We sat there for a while, and we saw
one UFO after another, five in all, I think, one following the other,
all going in the same direction, like a caravan. The three boys were
getting cranky in the back seat, and we needed to get home. It was dark,
and I didn't have a watch. But when we walked in the door at home and
looked at the clock, it was 11:15. I said to my wife, 'Why did it take
us so long to get back? What happened?' But she didn't know either.
Somehow we had 'lost' an hour, and we were certain that we hadn't
stopped that long to watch the UFOs. It was very odd."
"Hmm," I said. "Do you think that you wee abducted or something?"
He shrugged and nervously laughed. "I don't know, but it was
definitely very strange."
"And," I asked him further, "do you think that those 'holes' in
your boys' heads have something to do with the Alien Base?"
Again he said that he didn't know, but there was no reason at all
for him to have been fabricating such a peculiar tale.
He then turned to the subject of cattle mutilations. He said that
there are regular cattle mutilations around Dulce, and he pointed to
one of the Indian women who were sitting at another table. "One of her
cattle got mutilated last spring." The woman smiled and agreed that it
had, and she said that the incisions were quite precise, not like a
wild animal or human
would make, that they were "laser-like" incisions, similar to those
during the near epidemic of cattle mutilations throughout the Southwest in
the 1970s. Carrie mentioned to me later that she believed what this
woman said because Indian people have no reason to concoct such fictions,
that they are too down-to-earth and level-headed to play these sorts of
"I'll tell you," said the Indian man, "everybody in Dulce has a
story to tell about what they've seen around Archuleta Mesa. There are
secret doors in the mesa. UFOs have been seen flying into these doors.
But when somebody goes up to try to find these doors, they have been
camouflaged again and can't be located. During the 1950s, or maybe 60s,
a U.S. Army convoy went
up to look for these doors, and they disappeared inside the mountain
and were never seen again."
"How far is it to the top of the mesa?" I asked.
"About 16 miles. There's a dirt road that goes up there," he
replied. "I was searching for Dulce information on the Internet, and I
found a website about a Bigfoot Conference that was held in Dulce a couple
of years ago. There were all these men in camouflage fatigues. They
camped out near a small lake south of town."
"Did they spot a Bigfoot? I never heard of Bigfoots in these parts
"I don't know what they did," he said. "I've never seen a Bigfoot,
and I've lived here all my life."
He was about 35 years old.
"And you know something else?" he asked. "People in Dulce are
"Going deaf? What do you mean?""I mean, they can come into this
restaurant, and the music is playing in the background, and I'll say to
someone, I really like that song, and the person will ask me, 'What
song?' 'Can't you hear the music?' I ask them." He pointed at a speaker,
over which radio station music was playing quietly in the background.
"They sa, 'No, I can't hear any music.' This has happened many times."
"Why?" I mused. "Do you think that some noise like the Taos Hum is
causing them to lose their hearing?"
He shrugged. "Who knows? But people are going deaf."
Everybody in the restaurant seemed most sncere. I generally know
when people are trying to put something over on me, and I didn't get that
feeling here. Neither did Carrie nor the man from Oklahoma. The three
of us got up to leave and pay our bills. We thanked everybody for
their stories and information and walked out into the parking lot.
The Archuleta Mesa looms on the horizon north of Dulce, and north
of that there is nothing but national forest and Indian reservations
well into southern Colorado. There is no telling what might be happening
on the other side of the mesa out of view of the citizens of Dulce.
There are no roads or no towns for miles. This is an ideally isolated
location for such an Alien Base,
still close enough to a small bastion of civilization but far enough
off the beaten path to be ignored by most tourists and others who might
pass through Dulce unaware of anything.
Atop Archuleta Mesa is a cluster of antennae. We were told that
these antennae are used by local television stations and other
communications businesses to transmit images and data. And I personally have no
doubt about that. On the
other hand, if the reptilians who are conducting all these high-tech
experiments inside the mesa are so advanced, then it would certainly be
no problem for them to tap into these transmission antennae and, if
nothing else, watch some local television programs. Don't you know they
get a chuckle out of that?!
Carrie and I said goodbye to the man from Oklahoma, and I gave him
one of my calling cards with my website URLs. Then Carrie and I got
into her car and drove away. Just as we were pulling out of the Best
Western parking lot, the boombox
in the back seat came on, all by itself.
"Did you turn that on?" I asked Carrie.
"No. Did you?" she said.
"No." I leaned over into the back seat and turned it off. "I
wonder what caused that to happen," I remarked to Carrie.
"Yes, I wonder." She glanced quickly at me and drove out onto the
highway back to Chama.