The frog

[trueyeti]

I see. Well we all have our sci fi fantasies don't we?

I had an idea for a show that's sort of like Upstart Crow meets Dr. Who that could easily win a razzie.

"They" solve time travel but can only go back in time, and then back again to the present. Like time tourism. They discover that they can bring people from the past up to the present safely though without messing up the time space continuum. People in the past are already dead and exist in a "Half Life" first described by Phillip K Dick in Ubik. In the context of the present, however, they appear to real and corporeal, have personality and memories, but can't "go back." So far, only Freud, John Lennon, and Elvis have been brought to the present, but problems have arisen in the project goals, and they didn't realize they couldn't send Freud back. "They" now are trying to be more careful about who they reanimate, and realizing from interrogating these three that the information they seek is much older, they decide to bring the "Shakespearean" author circle, led by Bacon, De Vere, and cohort, to interact with Freud, Lennon and Elvis.

In the practical modern contexts, because all of their speech, manners, bigotry, misogyny, and dress is completely unacceptable these days, they must be hidden from the media. They are spectacularly inconvenient, and even though the PTB tried, they can't be killed either- they're already dead. A peculiarity of time travel for people already dead besides not being able to go back is that they are now present in our reality as physical holograms that are "real" in our timeline, but not in their own. Worse, everybody nowadays recognizes them, and worst of all they won't shut up. So the PTB decides to hide them in the place nobody would ever look for inconvenient, unkillable, undead, and yet highly recognizable time travelers: at the Folgers Library, as a cover, saying they are a method acting troupe from England directed by Freud. They all come up with modern names of their liking to use as covers. I was thinking of calling it A Play's the Thing. Something like Night at the Museum, but more focused on the Mall, the Folgers and the LOC. Through the action it it is demonstrated that the American Project actually began in Elizabethan England as a scam played on the Royals, and these colorful characters have been at the DC mall all along since day 1. Get it? Time travel? LIbrary? So what are they going to investigate? You tell me. I'm thinking they use FOIA requests at LOC to blow up Watergate and then make it into a play. Did you see what I did there? The Folgers is right next door to the Library of Congress in reality.

Intelligence seeking inspiration and guidance from the past? From their fathers? Generational atonement. The founding fathers of what Le Carre called "the Circus", where the actors even then played in the Globe Theater? Then discovering we cant get rid of what's already dead yet still speaks the truth? It's where we came from. The inconvenience of that truth. The eventual acceptance of it, and finally the self-identification with it and the emergence of a mature super-ego from it: dammit Yeti- it's Freudian and it's drama! You can almost hear Sophocles doing a slow clap next to Orson Welles; and we can have Freud himself narrate it. Hopefully it ends with a viewer realizing maybe the founding fathers, like our own fathers, were definitely not perfect, inconvenient and politically incorrect, but weren't really that bad, and maybe even not as bad as us. Some viewers are satisfied by that kind of symmetry. I am. The comic parody and casting potential here is pretty much limitless.

Hey B,
I like it a lot. There's a lot of metaphorical cross-links in that story, you know, meaning. IMO, that's the hook for an audience to be able to participate in a story as it relates to the events in their own lives. For example, the Freudian ID, Ego, and Super Ego....is reflected in the time aspect of past/present/future.....the development of the psyche, through the stages of infancy, adolescence, and adulthood. It's like a mirror (perhaps the metaphor). The death/life rules....are fascinating.....

I wrote a story (needs further work) called "Willy's Review" about an art critic who has lost his enthusiasm for his life. Apathy has set in.....It coincides with Sergei Rachmaninoff's depression and apathy (after his first symphony was not well received). But as the story unfolds their paths come together at the climax where Willy attends the premier Rachmaninoff's: Piano Concerto no.2 op. 18. in Moscow, Russia.

After Willy attends he finds his zest for life once again and writes and submits his review and attends a dinner at the composer's house but......as the story ends he is killed and it is revealed that Willy.....is a house fly. Then the death scene takes Willy into the spirit world and into "heaven" with a marvelous description of the experience of death....which ends with Willy realizing that he is now a sphere...among other spheres....that are reflecting each other in color and vibration. Then the story ends with Willy hearing the sound of laughing children.

Anyway...I like your ideas a lot....Cheers.

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Trueyeti Hi
If you can figure out the second and fourth lines in the first stanza of the poem and then follow the poem from wwwh all the way down the canyon to the Blaze.when you get to the end of that canyon all the things on the top of the chest come into view if you know how to look for them.

[Sirius B]

Yeti I have a project in mind for you. It's more towards the Walt Disney/George Lucas model for generational cognitive reprogramming. In this we start by killing off the Father/Mother figure, rather than reanimating dead ones. The death can be natural but it required to create the call, and the refusal, according to the Campbell Model and all the NLP that goes with it. There is an echo death- first Fenn, the non-innocent, and next a virtuous innocent, (unintentionally) killed because of Fenn's actions. This is the sacrificial Rape of Lucretia, that sets the plot into motion and galvanizes the protagonists resolve to action, just at it did for Publius and the nascent Roman Republic. Let's start with generational guilt then.

So In our case, that figurative Death is like the first raiders installment without Jones. Like Fenn's kids, his kids have been bequeathed a legacy and all sorts of stuff from all around the world that they know in their hearts isn't really theirs and never should have been. And they're not attached to it in any way and it seems irrelevant and unjust for them to carry it on anymore. Together with Native and other indigenous friends they conceive of "Operation Native Intelligence", which is to replace Fenn's Gallery with the world's first Amnesty Museum and cultural research center. It is successful, such that it puts Fed sting operations like Cerberus out of business permanently. It is so successful that wealthy people begin to compete to donate treasured items they have held in secret, not only to relieve themselves of the burden of guilt, but also as social redemption in that they literally go to auctions, pay big money for something and then donate the items. Voluntary reparations. Throughout the action it will be shown that the successor generations are capable of restorative justice that serves all and still preserves the truth of the story for younger generations to judge for themselves.

I know you like symmetry, so the plot requires another death: that of an innocent- a sacrifice so to speak, that crystallizes the purpose, and forces them to confront the call and decide it can't be ignored or refused. I feel the treasure is not findable, without first establishing a purpose for its use. The right motive is the key that will unlock the puzzle, and it must be virtuous and anonymous. An individual cannot “solve” it, nor benefit from it, but perhaps benefits may accrue to us in indirect ways as members of the team that finally figured that out. And our kids/protagonists do, because they don't see the "stuff" as "money" anyway. Our kids couldn't give a single shit about the chase! Fenn's? Indiana Jones'? So what do they decide to do. A big scam, of course, kinda like The Sting, whereby the conspirators control the information flow in ways the marks don't understand until too late.

So they purchase the Fenn Gallery from Nedra and change it to a non-profit. (In truth, I think the chest is there already). Although they keep the name and inventory, the business model must completely change. In close cooperation with local and Federal authorities, they create the world’s first Amnesty Gallery to research, classify, authenticate, resell, and provide clear title and provenance items of historical interest and artistic significance from historically Native areas and currently impounded by Federal authorities.

Several years ago, early in my chase, I read of Operation Cerberus and how Fenn avoided prosecution. Looking deeper I discovered that many others were not so lucky. The case of Dr James Redd was particularly horrifying. The more you look the worse it gets. Here is our innocent death. Our hero'smust prevent this from ever happening again, and in so doing provide Fenn with the indulgence necessary for his immortal soul to pass on from this life.

At the end of the day, what happens to all these confiscated artifacts, for which so many pay for with their lives? Back to tribes? Nope. Auctions? Nope. They get packed into crates and held for decades in impound warehouses. No research. No scholarship. No value back to the Native groups that may have originally produced them. Literally like the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and like that scenario, no “top men” are never assigned to even look in the crates. We gotta open all the crates.

And if you are a real collector, there are so many fakes and so many black-market antiquities, that you would scarcely take a chance on buying anything these days. One day the Feds might bust in on you like they did with Dr Redd, decide that little katchina that a poor native family gave you in lieu of medical payment for treating their kid’s tonsillitis is enough to charge you under a felony RICO statute for antiquities trafficking.

With the new Fenn gallery they both research and classify the items (which aren’t doing anybody any good right now), and by establishing “provenance” and with the cooperation of the various tribal authorities, and can now sell these authenticated items, and distribute proceeds back to the tribes from which the items were originally stolen. “Fenn” should take a commission that reflects the cost of scholarship and administration to make such a thing possible. Standard auction house commission rates seem about right, except the auction house in this case is a non-profit, and has a board of trustees that reflects all stakeholders goals. It could be a precious resource for the academic community too. Certain items of extreme cultural significance remain on permanent display, and whose valuation acts as “an endowment” for the gallery’s balance sheet.

In the case of Redd and others (like teachers: I can't imagine the look on the face of a parent that gave me a sugar skull for my ofrenda and I refused it) who literally don’t have a choice about accepting gifts in lieu of payment from the communities they serve, and often were symbolic in the first place. I don't even have an ofrenda! I just smile and say thanks. In such a future one could merely ask the authentically Native person who gifted you an artifact of value in lieu of money payment to sign a uniform document, stating its authenticity, when it was given and the intended valuation (i.e.: for tonsillitis treatment), and the name of the Tribal Authority under which the giftor lives.

This allows Dr Redd to submit it at our gallery, get paid for the item as authentic, avoid the shady antiquities dealer market altogether, and best yet: the buyer is paying the money at auction to the same tribe that gave Redd the artifact as the gift! It’s perfect. The reserve on the item is the value the original giftor placed on it. Once the reserve is met, that goes to Redd and he is now whole: he is paid in taxable US Dollars. Everything over and above that, goes back to the tribe. We have the document. We know exactly which tribe to pay, which person even, and we have the original bill of sale which took place under Federal auspices (i.e.: the auction).

For the stuff in the FBI and BLM warehouses, no reserve is necessary. All of that should go to the tribes. For the honest dealers and collectors, I would imagine these auctions to be historic and extremely well attended and bid. It reminds me the 1970's when the mint cleared out their Morgan Silvers. You could have bought Carson City 1882's in mint condition for $25, and you got a letter from the mint to back it up. That's a $2500 coin these days, and less than half that if you threw away the letter from the mint. With this in place, why would you ever buy an undocumented artifact? A success here would forever stigmatize dealing in non-authenticated artifacts, and I predict that market would swiftly collapse and the plot of the movie is how the kids bring that about.

The notion of “Amnesty” extends well beyond Native American artifacts. There are many things acquired by previous generations, whose current owners being of different minds and many generations removed, whose consciences would gladly sell, if only they reasonably could. Confederate stuff? 12th Century chest, thought to be fake that's actually real and tells a dark story???

Well "Amnesty" means, if you donate it to us, you can get the tax deduction, and absolve yourself of any future liability relating to how it was acquired. We are in the business of creating clean title to things that don’t have a clean title. If you give it away, you can’t be cursed by it anymore. Your indulgence sets you free. Then, we will research it and figure out who needs a check because of it, and henceforth it comes back to life.

Throughout the course of the movie we discover Fenn is Navajo, and is actually the son of a Navajo Code Talker who had a brief affair with Fenn's mom, and about whom he only found out during his military service from a superior officer after joining CIA who knew his real father from WWII, and knows that he was KIA in the SW Pacific. Out of respect to a fellow soldier and friend, he is eventually compelled by his conscience to tell Fenn this uncomfortable truth, which his father confessed to the CIA man before he died in 1944. No going back now and no easy way to tell the kids. The rude burial marker he confronted was his real father's. Fenn's secrecy from his own family about the chase is because he didn't want his kids to grow up with the same stigma of illegitimacy that stalked his childhood, but was compelled by his conscience to confess before his own death, and beg for his real father's indulgence before God. The chase is Fenn's "code talking" homage to his real dad. The second chest contains his dog tags, given to him by the CIA man, something he never intended his kids to know until after he was dead.

The best thing is that the climax and resolution of both the plot and the hero's journey is actually real, and a real gallery will actually open that people can see, touch and connect with their own lives.

[sally]

Yeti I have a project in mind for you. It's more towards the Walt Disney/George Lucas model for generational cognitive reprogramming. In this we start by killing off the Father/Mother figure, rather than reanimating dead ones. The death can be natural but it required to create the call, and the refusal, according to the Campbell Model and all the NLP that goes with it. There is an echo death- first Fenn, the non-innocent, and next a virtuous innocent, (unintentionally) killed because of Fenn's actions. This is the sacrificial Rape of Lucretia, that sets the plot into motion and galvanizes the protagonists resolve to action, just at it did for Publius and the nascent Roman Republic. Let's start with generational guilt then.

So In our case, that figurative Death is like the first raiders installment without Jones. Like Fenn's kids, his kids have been bequeathed a legacy and all sorts of stuff from all around the world that they know in their hearts isn't really theirs and never should have been. And they're not attached to it in any way and it seems irrelevant and unjust for them to carry it on anymore. Together with Native and other indigenous friends they conceive of "Operation Native Intelligence", which is to replace Fenn's Gallery with the world's first Amnesty Museum and cultural research center. It is successful, such that it puts Fed sting operations like Cerberus out of business permanently. It is so successful that wealthy people begin to compete to donate treasured items they have held in secret, not only to relieve themselves of the burden of guilt, but also as social redemption in that they literally go to auctions, pay big money for something and then donate the items. Voluntary reparations. Throughout the action it will be shown that the successor generations are capable of restorative justice that serves all and still preserves the truth of the story for younger generations to judge for themselves.

I know you like symmetry, so the plot requires another death: that of an innocent- a sacrifice so to speak, that crystallizes the purpose, and forces them to confront the call and decide it can't be ignored or refused. I feel the treasure is not findable, without first establishing a purpose for its use. The right motive is the key that will unlock the puzzle, and it must be virtuous and anonymous. An individual cannot “solve” it, nor benefit from it, but perhaps benefits may accrue to us in indirect ways as members of the team that finally figured that out. And our kids/protagonists do, because they don't see the "stuff" as "money" anyway. Our kids couldn't give a single shit about the chase! Fenn's? Indiana Jones'? So what do they decide to do. A big scam, of course, kinda like The Sting, whereby the conspirators control the information flow in ways the marks don't understand until too late.

So they purchase the Fenn Gallery from Nedra and change it to a non-profit. (In truth, I think the chest is there already). Although they keep the name and inventory, the business model must completely change. In close cooperation with local and Federal authorities, they create the world’s first Amnesty Gallery to research, classify, authenticate, resell, and provide clear title and provenance items of historical interest and artistic significance from historically Native areas and currently impounded by Federal authorities.

Several years ago, early in my chase, I read of Operation Cerberus and how Fenn avoided prosecution. Looking deeper I discovered that many others were not so lucky. The case of Dr James Redd was particularly horrifying. The more you look the worse it gets. Here is our innocent death. Our hero'smust prevent this from ever happening again, and in so doing provide Fenn with the indulgence necessary for his immortal soul to pass on from this life.

At the end of the day, what happens to all these confiscated artifacts, for which so many pay for with their lives? Back to tribes? Nope. Auctions? Nope. They get packed into crates and held for decades in impound warehouses. No research. No scholarship. No value back to the Native groups that may have originally produced them. Literally like the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and like that scenario, no “top men” are never assigned to even look in the crates. We gotta open all the crates.

And if you are a real collector, there are so many fakes and so many black-market antiquities, that you would scarcely take a chance on buying anything these days. One day the Feds might bust in on you like they did with Dr Redd, decide that little katchina that a poor native family gave you in lieu of medical payment for treating their kid’s tonsillitis is enough to charge you under a felony RICO statute for antiquities trafficking.

With the new Fenn gallery they both research and classify the items (which aren’t doing anybody any good right now), and by establishing “provenance” and with the cooperation of the various tribal authorities, and can now sell these authenticated items, and distribute proceeds back to the tribes from which the items were originally stolen. “Fenn” should take a commission that reflects the cost of scholarship and administration to make such a thing possible. Standard auction house commission rates seem about right, except the auction house in this case is a non-profit, and has a board of trustees that reflects all stakeholders goals. It could be a precious resource for the academic community too. Certain items of extreme cultural significance remain on permanent display, and whose valuation acts as “an endowment” for the gallery’s balance sheet.

In the case of Redd and others (like teachers: I can't imagine the look on the face of a parent that gave me a sugar skull for my ofrenda and I refused it) who literally don’t have a choice about accepting gifts in lieu of payment from the communities they serve, and often were symbolic in the first place. I don't even have an ofrenda! I just smile and say thanks. In such a future one could merely ask the authentically Native person who gifted you an artifact of value in lieu of money payment to sign a uniform document, stating its authenticity, when it was given and the intended valuation (i.e.: for tonsillitis treatment), and the name of the Tribal Authority under which the giftor lives.

This allows Dr Redd to submit it at our gallery, get paid for the item as authentic, avoid the shady antiquities dealer market altogether, and best yet: the buyer is paying the money at auction to the same tribe that gave Redd the artifact as the gift! It’s perfect. The reserve on the item is the value the original giftor placed on it. Once the reserve is met, that goes to Redd and he is now whole: he is paid in taxable US Dollars. Everything over and above that, goes back to the tribe. We have the document. We know exactly which tribe to pay, which person even, and we have the original bill of sale which took place under Federal auspices (i.e.: the auction).

For the stuff in the FBI and BLM warehouses, no reserve is necessary. All of that should go to the tribes. For the honest dealers and collectors, I would imagine these auctions to be historic and extremely well attended and bid. It reminds me the 1970's when the mint cleared out their Morgan Silvers. You could have bought Carson City 1882's in mint condition for $25, and you got a letter from the mint to back it up. That's a $2500 coin these days, and less than half that if you threw away the letter from the mint. With this in place, why would you ever buy an undocumented artifact? A success here would forever stigmatize dealing in non-authenticated artifacts, and I predict that market would swiftly collapse and the plot of the movie is how the kids bring that about.

The notion of “Amnesty” extends well beyond Native American artifacts. There are many things acquired by previous generations, whose current owners being of different minds and many generations removed, whose consciences would gladly sell, if only they reasonably could. Confederate stuff? 12th Century chest, thought to be fake that's actually real and tells a dark story???

Well "Amnesty" means, if you donate it to us, you can get the tax deduction, and absolve yourself of any future liability relating to how it was acquired. We are in the business of creating clean title to things that don’t have a clean title. If you give it away, you can’t be cursed by it anymore. Your indulgence sets you free. Then, we will research it and figure out who needs a check because of it, and henceforth it comes back to life.

Throughout the course of the movie we discover Fenn is Navajo, and is actually the son of a Navajo Code Talker who had a brief affair with Fenn's mom, and about whom he only found out during his military service from a superior officer after joining CIA who knew his real father from WWII, and knows that he was KIA in the SW Pacific. Out of respect to a fellow soldier he is compelled to tell Fenn this uncomfortable truth, which his father confessed to the CIA man before he died in 1944. No going back now and no easy way to tell the kids. The rude burial marker he confronted was his real father's. Fenn's secrecy from his own family about the chase is because he didn't want his kids to grow up with the same stigma of illegitimacy that stalked his childhood, but was compelled by his conscience to confess before his own death, and beg for his real father's indulgence before God. The chase is Fenn's "code talking" homage to his real dad. The second chest contains his dog tags, given to him by the CIA man.

Whatever we do with the plot, the best thing is that the climax and resolution of both the plot and the hero's journey is actually real, and a real gallery will actually open according to the plot of the movie that people can see, touch and connect with.

How does that saying go? "Keep your friends close . . ."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHuWOxAGpSE

[trueyeti]

Yeti I have a project in mind for you. It's more towards the Walt Disney/George Lucas model for generational cognitive reprogramming. In this we start by killing off the Father/Mother figure, rather than reanimating dead ones. The death can be natural but it required to create the call, and the refusal, according to the Campbell Model and all the NLP that goes with it. There is an echo death- first Fenn, the non-innocent, and next a virtuous innocent, (unintentionally) killed because of Fenn's actions. This is the sacrificial Rape of Lucretia, that sets the plot into motion and galvanizes the protagonists resolve to action, just at it did for Publius and the nascent Roman Republic. Let's start with generational guilt then.

So In our case, that figurative Death is like the first raiders installment without Jones. Like Fenn's kids, his kids have been bequeathed a legacy and all sorts of stuff from all around the world that they know in their hearts isn't really theirs and never should have been. And they're not attached to it in any way and it seems irrelevant and unjust for them to carry it on anymore. Together with Native and other indigenous friends they conceive of "Operation Native Intelligence", which is to replace Fenn's Gallery with the world's first Amnesty Museum and cultural research center. It is successful, such that it puts Fed sting operations like Cerberus out of business permanently. It is so successful that wealthy people begin to compete to donate treasured items they have held in secret, not only to relieve themselves of the burden of guilt, but also as social redemption in that they literally go to auctions, pay big money for something and then donate the items. Voluntary reparations. Throughout the action it will be shown that the successor generations are capable of restorative justice that serves all and still preserves the truth of the story for younger generations to judge for themselves.

I know you like symmetry, so the plot requires another death: that of an innocent- a sacrifice so to speak, that crystallizes the purpose, and forces them to confront the call and decide it can't be ignored or refused. I feel the treasure is not findable, without first establishing a purpose for its use. The right motive is the key that will unlock the puzzle, and it must be virtuous and anonymous. An individual cannot “solve” it, nor benefit from it, but perhaps benefits may accrue to us in indirect ways as members of the team that finally figured that out. And our kids/protagonists do, because they don't see the "stuff" as "money" anyway. Our kids couldn't give a single shit about the chase! Fenn's? Indiana Jones'? So what do they decide to do. A big scam, of course, kinda like The Sting, whereby the conspirators control the information flow in ways the marks don't understand until too late.

So they purchase the Fenn Gallery from Nedra and change it to a non-profit. (In truth, I think the chest is there already). Although they keep the name and inventory, the business model must completely change. In close cooperation with local and Federal authorities, they create the world’s first Amnesty Gallery to research, classify, authenticate, resell, and provide clear title and provenance items of historical interest and artistic significance from historically Native areas and currently impounded by Federal authorities.

Several years ago, early in my chase, I read of Operation Cerberus and how Fenn avoided prosecution. Looking deeper I discovered that many others were not so lucky. The case of Dr James Redd was particularly horrifying. The more you look the worse it gets. Here is our innocent death. Our hero'smust prevent this from ever happening again, and in so doing provide Fenn with the indulgence necessary for his immortal soul to pass on from this life.

At the end of the day, what happens to all these confiscated artifacts, for which so many pay for with their lives? Back to tribes? Nope. Auctions? Nope. They get packed into crates and held for decades in impound warehouses. No research. No scholarship. No value back to the Native groups that may have originally produced them. Literally like the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and like that scenario, no “top men” are never assigned to even look in the crates. We gotta open all the crates.

And if you are a real collector, there are so many fakes and so many black-market antiquities, that you would scarcely take a chance on buying anything these days. One day the Feds might bust in on you like they did with Dr Redd, decide that little katchina that a poor native family gave you in lieu of medical payment for treating their kid’s tonsillitis is enough to charge you under a felony RICO statute for antiquities trafficking.

With the new Fenn gallery they both research and classify the items (which aren’t doing anybody any good right now), and by establishing “provenance” and with the cooperation of the various tribal authorities, and can now sell these authenticated items, and distribute proceeds back to the tribes from which the items were originally stolen. “Fenn” should take a commission that reflects the cost of scholarship and administration to make such a thing possible. Standard auction house commission rates seem about right, except the auction house in this case is a non-profit, and has a board of trustees that reflects all stakeholders goals. It could be a precious resource for the academic community too. Certain items of extreme cultural significance remain on permanent display, and whose valuation acts as “an endowment” for the gallery’s balance sheet.

In the case of Redd and others (like teachers: I can't imagine the look on the face of a parent that gave me a sugar skull for my ofrenda and I refused it) who literally don’t have a choice about accepting gifts in lieu of payment from the communities they serve, and often were symbolic in the first place. I don't even have an ofrenda! I just smile and say thanks. In such a future one could merely ask the authentically Native person who gifted you an artifact of value in lieu of money payment to sign a uniform document, stating its authenticity, when it was given and the intended valuation (i.e.: for tonsillitis treatment), and the name of the Tribal Authority under which the giftor lives.

This allows Dr Redd to submit it at our gallery, get paid for the item as authentic, avoid the shady antiquities dealer market altogether, and best yet: the buyer is paying the money at auction to the same tribe that gave Redd the artifact as the gift! It’s perfect. The reserve on the item is the value the original giftor placed on it. Once the reserve is met, that goes to Redd and he is now whole: he is paid in taxable US Dollars. Everything over and above that, goes back to the tribe. We have the document. We know exactly which tribe to pay, which person even, and we have the original bill of sale which took place under Federal auspices (i.e.: the auction).

For the stuff in the FBI and BLM warehouses, no reserve is necessary. All of that should go to the tribes. For the honest dealers and collectors, I would imagine these auctions to be historic and extremely well attended and bid. It reminds me the 1970's when the mint cleared out their Morgan Silvers. You could have bought Carson City 1882's in mint condition for $25, and you got a letter from the mint to back it up. That's a $2500 coin these days, and less than half that if you threw away the letter from the mint. With this in place, why would you ever buy an undocumented artifact? A success here would forever stigmatize dealing in non-authenticated artifacts, and I predict that market would swiftly collapse and the plot of the movie is how the kids bring that about.

The notion of “Amnesty” extends well beyond Native American artifacts. There are many things acquired by previous generations, whose current owners being of different minds and many generations removed, whose consciences would gladly sell, if only they reasonably could. Confederate stuff? 12th Century chest, thought to be fake that's actually real and tells a dark story???

Well "Amnesty" means, if you donate it to us, you can get the tax deduction, and absolve yourself of any future liability relating to how it was acquired. We are in the business of creating clean title to things that don’t have a clean title. If you give it away, you can’t be cursed by it anymore. Your indulgence sets you free. Then, we will research it and figure out who needs a check because of it, and henceforth it comes back to life.

Throughout the course of the movie we discover Fenn is Navajo, and is actually the son of a Navajo Code Talker who had a brief affair with Fenn's mom, and about whom he only found out during his military service from a superior officer after joining CIA who knew his real father from WWII, and knows that he was KIA in the SW Pacific. Out of respect to a fellow soldier he feels he must tell Fenn this uncomfortable truth. No going back now and no easy way to tell the kids. The rude burial marker he confronted was his real father's. Fenn's secrecy from his own family about the chase is because he didn't want his kids to grow up with the same stigma of illegitimacy that stalked his childhood, but was compelled by his conscience to confess before his own death, and beg for his real father's indulgence before God. The chase is Fenn's "code talking" homage to his real dad. The second chest contains his dog tag.

Whatever we do with the plot, the best thing is that the climax and resolution of both the plot and the hero's journey is actually real, and a real gallery will actually open according to the plot of the movie that people can see, touch and connect with.

Hey B,
I guess that by analogy the Forrest Fenn Universe is like the comic book Universe. IMO, Pearson and Dilts have taken to Campell's work and created relatable studies that expand on the Hero's Journey Universe . It seems like you and I and everyone else are kind of doing the same type of thing here in the Forrest Fenn Universe. Our solves/studies are the unfolding stories that give us new insights because of our participation with the Forrest Fenn Universe. IMO the concepts and motifs within the Forrest Fenn Universe are reflected in phylogenic and ontological realities. The biological evolution and the psychic evolution go hand in hand. Myth making is a part of our collective experience after all.

I appreciate the story-line within your take on the Forrest Fenn Universe. It is like an episode story-line within a comic book.....that said, I have my own version based on my own lived experience of the TTOTC. To formulate and package my own take on the Forrest Fenn Universe with the release of my own comic book issue is something that I struggle with.

Max Evans was a friend of Forrest Fenn's. Forrest Fenn appeared on PBS show about him as they were friends. Max told of one of his own books and how a story-line was percolating in his mind. But he was up against difficulty in how to tell that story. One day while outside, a butterfly was flying about him and it "spoke to him" in a way that enabled him to then write his story....because of that butterfly. In the show he gave the butterfly credit for being the author.....Max Evans is a totally cool dude.

I don't know how to put a pen to paper yet. The story for me is "percolating." That said.....Like I said, I appreciate your takes on the Forrest Fenn Universe. IMO, your thoughts are like the whisper of a butterfly. I guess I just need for my own butterfly to land on my nose and start talking to me in the way that it did for Max.

I've thought about how....YouTube....writing and producing, a movie, a manuscript submitted, a self-published book, short stories, and whatnot.
I'm stuck in the world of THOR for the time being. Once again....thank you for the whisper...Cheers.

[Gunrunner]

How does that saying go? "Keep your friends close . . ."

"Never trust a Prankster" would probably be closer to the mark.

[Duster]

What are you guys talking about. Sounds like to me there are more secrets in Forrest's chair.

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What there saying is derailing my post.

[Shark]

Trueyeti Hi
If you can figure out the second and fourth lines in the first stanza of the poem and then follow the poem from wwwh all the way down the canyon to the Blaze.when you get to the end of that canyon all the things on the top of the chest come into view if you know how to look for them.

Have you mustered up the courage yet to share your solve? You love speaking in silly riddles and asking everyone questions as if you know all the answers.

Let us know when you're brave enough to allow your solution to be critiqued. No need to post your cryptic riddles - no one thinks you got the goods. The treasure was found and it's over.

[trueyeti]

Have you mustered up the courage yet to share your solve? You love speaking in silly riddles and asking everyone questions as if you know all the answers.

Let us know when you're brave enough to allow your solution to be critiqued. No need to post your cryptic riddles - no one thinks you got the goods. The treasure was found and it's over.

Hey shark,
Those "no one thinks"....yeah...that's the ticket..Moral of the story….the only way to skin a Tiger is to specify the location of the box…..based on well known facts which “triangulate” to provide the answers for the question of, “Who is Brown?”

The facts: Richard Wetherill, Byron Harvey, the Navajo (silversmith), the turquoise bracelet, and Brown. Only one locality matches all of these facts to a place that is specifically, "the home of Brown." These things are Forrest Fenn's things....I don't own them....but my locality does. Cheers.


Link below...for your perusal. Cheers.

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Shark
I know the chest was found, I got one of the most iconic pieces of gold that shows where the chest was at ,I was trying to tell trueyeti how I found the nook where the chest was. Clint

[Star Shadow]

Shark
I know the chest was found, I got one of the most iconic pieces of gold that shows where the chest was at ,I was trying to tell trueyeti how I found the nook where the chest was. Clint

Very nice! You got the alligator head

[trueyeti]

Shark
I know the chest was found, I got one of the most iconic pieces of gold that shows where the chest was at ,I was trying to tell trueyeti how I found the nook where the chest was. Clint

Hey 55,
Labelling a piece of the treasure “the nook” does not preclude the necessity of proving the winning solve when faced with the facts. Is that the nugget on page 133? If so...the triangle of the frog's head is pointing at the arrow on that nugget. Page 133...triangle....arrow.....

I remember someone brought cupcakes to class back in first grade and everyone ate them…except for one kid. That kid carefully wrapped their cupcake and put it into their cubby-hole…then took it home to mamma after school. I walked with them through the school yard after school as they carefully cradled the cupcake in both hands and we went our separate ways. The nook is the cubby hole and your nugget is the cupcake….I’m really glad for you that you took it home for mommy.

Now it is obvious to me that the kid who did that with his cupcake was psychologically “bent” in a certain way that precluded him from eating the cupcake with the rest of the kids, rather he had to take it home to mamma. Now it is obvious to the world that your nugget is the cupcake....good for you.

You don’t see value in the winning solve. Just like the kid didn’t see the value of enjoying the cupcake with the other pupils in class. Maybe he was special somehow? After all, Little Jack Horner….did stick his thumb in the plumb and say, “What a good boy…am I.” He just ate the pie…he did not make it, nor did he understand how the pie was made. That mate…is the way that you are psychologically “bent.” You don’t recognize the value in “the winning solve” because you have your thumb stuck in a plumb while saying, “what a good boy…am I.” IMO…your thumb is also stuck somewhere else too, perhaps…..

All the while unable to answer the riddle, and understand the solve and discover the story behind the story of Forrest Fenn. No…it is the “shinny things” that you are concerned with….ahh well, don’t take your hands away from your eyes…nor your fingers out of your ears. That way…you can enjoy your cupcake and eat it too....

PS….Wyoming has no answers for Richard Wetherill, Byron Harvey, Navajo (silversmith), turquoise bracelet, and Brown. Locality much? How about the nook anyway, that nugget is not the nook. The “nook” is a part of the story that is unattainable to you because your eyes are covered, your ears are plugged, and your mouth is full of cupcake, and your thumb….well you know where that is. Hey…there’s icing on your chin, don’t forget to use your napkin….maybe you could get one from the Pink Adobe restaurant or the Dragon Room. Cheers.

[Shark]

Shark
I know the chest was found, I got one of the most iconic pieces of gold that shows where the chest was at ,I was trying to tell trueyeti how I found the nook where the chest was. Clint

Where was the chest at? What is your solve?

[Rose Livingstone]

trueyeti
Rude much? Maybe that 7 year old kid from your past didn’t like cupcakes or was diabetic or it was his mom’s bday and he didn’t have any money to buy anything else, or maybe he was trying to bribe his way out of doing the dishes for a night or two, or maybe he was just more kind than you and your lemming flock? So noble of you to escort him off the playground before mocking what you don’t know.