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Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 03:15:27 -0500 (EST)
From: Stephen Calkins
Subject: Dulce Vacation

Rob Solarion
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 Solร 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 well over 2 MILLION hits. 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 humans.

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 and me.

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 games.

"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 before."

"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."

"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.