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  • #76
    "I have zoomed into the hiding place several times but I wasn’t looking for the treasure. It cannot be seen on Google Earth. The only changes to that site today are those that nature has made."

    into
    in to

    Interesting choice of into (IMO).

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    • #77
      "I have zoomed into the hiding place several times but I wasn’t looking for the treasure. It cannot be seen on Google Earth. The only changes to that site today are those that nature has made."

      Site?

      The use of the word site is generally related to a 'place or position occupied by something' especially with reference to environment; the local position of building, town, monument, or similar work constructed or to be constructed....land made suitable for building purposes.....a place where a group of remains of human occupation is or was located.....an internet address.

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      • #78
        Originally posted by OH!!

        "Umbilically attached" coincides with clue nine because ashes are spread there. This is why the "dear to me" and the reason he would like his ashes also spread there.

        Hi Mr. Fenn,

        Do you still hope to return to the spot someday, and make the boldest move you’ve ever made? If you can’t physically return to the spot, would you want your ashes scattered there?

        ~Allen K.

        Yes Allen K, but in order for that to happen I would have to tell someone where that spot is, and that won’t happen. But I’m still thinking. f
        You're looking at just one way to interpret the words. In this particular set of six questions, Fenn says the same thing repeatedly, using different words, all pointing to "middle".

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        • #79
          Tie in this 'umbilical', also?:

          https://dalneitzel.com/2015/11/23/sc...ed-forty-nine/

          "Lightning struck me today in the form of an email from someone I never met and do not know. But the history of our respective families is so entwined as to be almost umbilical"

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          • #80
            Originally posted by locolobo View Post
            Tie in this 'umbilical', also?:

            https://dalneitzel.com/2015/11/23/sc...ed-forty-nine/

            "Lightning struck me today in the form of an email from someone I never met and do not know. But the history of our respective families is so entwined as to be almost umbilical"
            I think there are a lot of hints in the six questions - besides "middle", they also point to "connected" and "entangled"....which can connect back to SB 107 too....Fenn is going in circles with the same hints again and again - with this set of six questions, there are at least six different concepts possible to work with and the hints (IMO) all string along and from one word/concept....it just keeps repeating, one way or another, in almost everything Fenn writes and has said in the past.

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            • #81
              And what is with all the ads in the forum now? So annoying!

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              • #82
                The ads are annoying. I’m not about to register at The University of Phoenix. I’m busy treasure hunting.

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                • #83
                  Originally posted by RahRah View Post
                  And what is with all the ads in the forum now? So annoying!
                  Maybe part of the site maintenance Kpro mentioned. I don't mind so much as long as the ads don't make me wait like on Youtube. Those I really hate.

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                  • #84
                    Something has to pay the bills. Common sense tells me an armchair searcher has to pay to play.

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                    • #85
                      Originally posted by lingerlonger
                      Little Lord Greystoke's ululating call
                      Edgar Allen Poe - Ulalume

                      The skies they were ashen and sober;
                      The leaves they were crisped and sere—
                      The leaves they were withering and sere;
                      It was night in the lonesome October
                      Of my most immemorial year:
                      It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
                      In the misty mid region of Weir—
                      It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
                      In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

                      Here once, through an alley Titanic,
                      Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—
                      Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
                      These were days when my heart was volcanic
                      As the scoriac rivers that roll—
                      As the lavas that restlessly roll
                      Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
                      In the ultimate climes of the pole—
                      That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
                      In the realms of the boreal pole.

                      Our talk had been serious and sober,
                      But our thoughts they were palsied and sere—
                      Our memories were treacherous and sere,—
                      For we knew not the month was October,
                      And we marked not the night of the year
                      (Ah, night of all nights in the year!)—
                      We noted not the dim lake of Auber
                      (Though once we had journeyed down here)—
                      Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
                      Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

                      And now, as the night was senescent
                      And star-dials pointed to morn—
                      As the star-dials hinted of morn—
                      At the end of our path a liquescent
                      And nebulous lustre was born,
                      Out of which a miraculous crescent
                      Arose with a duplicate horn—
                      Astarte’s bediamonded crescent
                      Distinct with its duplicate horn.

                      And I said: “She is warmer than Dian;
                      She rolls through an ether of sighs—
                      She revels in a region of sighs:
                      She has seen that the tears are not dry on
                      These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
                      And has come past the stars of the Lion
                      To point us the path to the skies—
                      To the Lethean peace of the skies—
                      Come up, in despite of the Lion,
                      To shine on us with her bright eyes—
                      Come up through the lair of the Lion,
                      With love in her luminous eyes.”

                      But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
                      Said: “Sadly this star I mistrust—
                      Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
                      Ah, hasten! —ah, let us not linger!
                      Ah, fly! —let us fly! -for we must.”
                      In terror she spoke, letting sink her
                      Wings until they trailed in the dust—
                      In agony sobbed, letting sink her
                      Plumes till they trailed in the dust—
                      Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

                      I replied: “This is nothing but dreaming:
                      Let us on by this tremulous light!
                      Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
                      Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
                      With Hope and in Beauty tonight!—
                      See!—it flickers up the sky through the night!
                      Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
                      And be sure it will lead us aright—
                      We safely may trust to a gleaming,
                      That cannot but guide us aright,
                      Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.”

                      Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
                      And tempted her out of her gloom—
                      And conquered her scruples and gloom;
                      And we passed to the end of the vista,
                      But were stopped by the door of a tomb—
                      By the door of a legended tomb;
                      And I said: “What is written, sweet sister,
                      On the door of this legended tomb?”
                      She replied: “Ulalume -Ulalume—
                      ‘Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”

                      Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
                      As the leaves that were crisped and sere—
                      As the leaves that were withering and sere;
                      And I cried: “It was surely October
                      On this very night of last year
                      That I journeyed—I journeyed down here!—
                      That I brought a dread burden down here—
                      On this night of all nights in the year,
                      Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
                      Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber—
                      This misty mid region of Weir—
                      Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
                      This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”
                      All secrets sleep in winter clothes.

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                      • #86
                        Eldorado

                        Gaily bedight,
                        A gallant knight,
                        In sunshine and in shadow,
                        Had journeyed long,
                        Singing a song,
                        In search of Eldorado.

                        But he grew old-
                        This knight so bold-
                        And o'er his heart a shadow
                        Fell as he found
                        No spot of ground
                        That looked like Eldorado.
                        And, as his strength
                        Failed him at length,
                        He met a pilgrim shadow-
                        "Shadow," said he,
                        "Where can it be-
                        This land of Eldorado?"

                        "Over the Mountains
                        Of the Moon,
                        Down the Valley of the Shadow,
                        Ride, boldly ride,"
                        The shade replied-
                        "If you seek for Eldorado!"

                        Edgar Allan Poe

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                        • #87
                          Originally posted by 1Trailblazer View Post
                          Something has to pay the bills. Common sense tells me an armchair searcher has to pay to play.
                          Maybe Kpro should consider letting us pay to opt-out of ads? This single page of the thread alone has six from top to bottom - that's excessive considering I am not going to even click on any of them, nor do I think most here will suddenly realize they need something in one of the ads and click to leave the forum!

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                          • #88
                            Originally posted by RahRah View Post

                            Maybe Kpro should consider letting us pay to opt-out of ads? This single page of the thread alone has six from top to bottom - that's excessive considering I am not going to even click on any of them, nor do I think most here will suddenly realize they need something in one of the ads and click to leave the forum!
                            The software does not allow for more than two ads per page. If you are seeing something else, send me a quick screen shot and I will look into it.

                            Opt out - I like that idea, let me work on that.
                            “I would rather be a little nobody than an evil somebody” Abhraham Lincoln

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                            • #89
                              Lots of lonely people out there, I have seen some dating ads.
                              I think one was a snowmobile ad.
                              Some could find adventure from a single ad.
                              I think it was John Mayer that asked, have you ever changed your mind from the writing on a sign.
                              Heck we should be so used to them that they shouldn’t even bother us. Think about all those old time TV jingles you remember. Subliminally they are seen and the ones you desire are placed in that computer we call a brain, back click and there it is again. Isn’t the world grand, I think so.

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                              • #90
                                Originally posted by kpro View Post

                                The software does not allow for more than two ads per page. If you are seeing something else, send me a quick screen shot and I will look into it.

                                Opt out - I like that idea, let me work on that.
                                When I posted earlier, there was one banner up in the heading, then one in between every post made....now those that were in between each post on the page appear to be gone. Maybe that was a glitch?

                                I replied to your opt-out post and voted....

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