i had seen this old indian outside alot..
he was moving rocks and digging holes here and there..
i asked him if he needed help..
he spoke in indian to me but i more less knew he said "yes please help me"...

i did alot of the work for him..
his old body could no longer really move or lift some of the rocks he wanted to move..
we followed this strange old writing in some old piece of cloth which he seem to understand..
the old writing was like a diagram or map on where to put these white stones we were moving..

i wanted to ask him why we were doing this..
i try to use sign language the best i could..
his answer was a pointed finger to the sky..
as i was done putting the stones in place the old indian dug up one last hole..

he then grabbed my shoulder and pointed to the top of a mountain about a mile away..
then he pointed at the hole..
i more less understood that the final stone had to be on top of that mountain..
so i made my way up..

much of the rock on the mountain was more of a red color..
let alone the mountain was not to hard to scale..
there was only a few places where i really had to climb..
finally when i made it to the top there i saw it sitting there..

the white rock seem out of place up here..
i gathered it and put it in my pack..
i look down toward the indian in hopes he was looking up at me..
then i saw what we had been doing..

the white rocks we were placing in the ground created a symbol that was on that piece of old cloth..
this final rock would make that symbol complete..
as i headed back down the mountain the wind begin to pick up..

the wind carried a smell of atmoshere (rain) it was quite nice..
my little adventure back down seem to stir up a storm on the horizon..
as i finally made it back to the grounds i noticed the storm almost above us..
there i saw the old indian fully dressed in a beautiful head-dress..
his face painted with black and red..
although old he still looked like a warrior!
he then held out his hands and i gave him the final white stone rock..
It begin to rain as he placed it on the final spot he had dug up..

The symbol was complete..
He then signaled to me to come to him..
I went to him as we stood at the center of the rebulit symbol.
He then pointed to the sky.
I looked up and saw the sky light up..
Lightning then danced all around us!
I was scared at first but saw that the stones were absorbing all of the lightning..
Then a sound alot like thunder came from the clouds..

The clouds seem to open up as i saw these strange lights emerge from inside the storm..
A vessel of some sort hovered above us..
I was in absolute awe!
I could not speck and was suprised that i remembered to breathe..

A person or something waring a head-dress made of light came from the vessel..
It took the old indian inside the vessel and then away back into the storm clouds..
There was then a surge of lighting once again and all the white stones flew into the air and seem to wisp away in all directions..
I know I saw what I saw! But till this day no one believes me..
I am now in search of all the white stones and have been for the last 50 years..