Sunday, December 30, 2012


SUMMARY: GRANDPA'S POND is a MINIATURE of SHEARING ROTATIONS which occur at many SCALES. This pond-sink exhibits FEATURES resulting from LATERAL GRAVITATIONAL MOVEMENTS, which occur regularly from the laterally-influencing Venus cycles. It is younger and smaller than the Virgin anticline SW-NE trend, and exhibits rotations on the SE limb. It has SCARPS on the NW, NE, and SE sides- which exhibit a 16 sided POLYGON. This can be approximated to be a circle (in order to calcuate the time interval of development); the age is near 10 k.y.- compared to the obvious 25,000 year MILANKOVITCH precessionals on the HOGBACK, and the 1 m.y. ANTICLINE SE limb.

The DYNAMICS of the earth’s crust may be determined with ELEMENTARY MATHEMATICS: EARTH TIDAL RATES using TRIGONOMETRY, placement of MAJOR ANOMALIES by ALGEBRA, and JERKS (earthquakes) by use of DIFFERENTIAL CALCULUS. Appropriate equations are 20.48 (1 + 10.24 sine A), where A is the compass angle for the NW quadrant tidal west movement; (360 - X)/X= MERIDIANAL longitude; JERK= d(acceleration)/dt, and CHATTER= d(JERK)/dt, forming arcs for each 15 or 30 degrees of rotation.

Below is a closeup of a FEATURE you can see from your auto! It is GRANDPA'S POND- which is a MINIATURE of the SINK-next-to-a-RISE, only 1/2 km long (you can catch a RAINBOW TROUT after the short walk- if you have a UT license). It is near the Quail-Virgin ANTICLINE beside the Virgin River, Hurricane Utah:
Below are examples of the THRUSTING-ROTATION-SHEAR seen in the surrounding SCARPS:

Road repair is necessitated by the on-going SHEAR:

This GEOLOGICAL EXHIBIT may be accessed without getting out of your auto! Here is shown how MOQUI MARBLES are formed, how CIRCULAR SHEAR FORMS CAVES, how SINKS create CW ROTATION, and how a scarp moves RIGHT, ROTATES CCW, and RISES in the process- so long as you look at the SCARP from the sink side. It also TILTS DOWN over the rise of the circular feature! These RULES found by many cases for the ENTIRE EARTH  may be used in the field as indicating what to do next:

Assuming that the ANCIENTS were as intelligent as our present generation, they must have noticed features which had bearing on their activities: WATER, GOOD HUNTING, and ENVIRONMENTAL INFLUENCE. They posted PETROGLYPHS as an aid to others who would wander by- such as a SPIRAL for a SINK or waterhole (rotating clockwise if the supply were steady) Notice that the artificial feature lies ADJACENT to a NATURAL CIRCULAR SCRAPED SET :

Larger view- was this the work of Anasazi, Fremont man, or Sinagua? All would have been interested in a cool drink of water:

CW (sinking, if starting at the fulcrum) SPIRAL ENLARGED:

Should the Paleo-Indians have observed that the POND was wet, even when the river was dry, they would have realized that there was a source of WATER- which would be a SINK, and MOVING DOWNWARDLY (SINKING). Whether they connected that with a CW spiral is unknown. This is a start to de-ciphering the messages- using PHYSICAL EVENTS, rather than CULTURAL (WHICH ARE ARBITRARY). Below figure could be a SCARAB, but it has too many legs.  I would hope that there are 12 outer appendages- which are the number of FULL MOONS in a yearly cycle (alternately-13, always presented in an ELLIPTICAL ARRANGEMENT). I find this ARRANGEMENT throughout the whole globe- regardless of the SCALE:

There is quite a bit of RUBBLE created by the SHEARING-ROTATING ACTION, and it precedes as well as follows the THRUSTING:

The COORDINATES: N37 10'46.4" 113 22'27.7"W

Viewing the area, OBLIQUE:

There may be ERROR with the SULLIVAN KNOLL AGE- it probably is nearer 1/4 m.y!
Looking at the THRUSTED RISE, there is a much younger TIME INTERVAL- near the Virgin River:

TO BE CONTINUED, after more hiking on this simple exhibit!

After a SECOND ANALYSIS, following photos show information which is valuable for LARGER SCALES-SIMILAR INTERPRETATIONS:
Patterns which are similar to those in the EARTH'S CRUST may be seen daily on a NASA SPACE AGENCY HEMISPHERE VIEW. This may be accessed on the website below:

Enlarging, the CURVILINEARS may be seen:

The NE scarp is the start of the NEXT CRUSTAL BLOCK, and the RISE is separated from the SINK- which is grandpa's POND. Between the two, a TIT is protruding to the SW- creating new angles of rotation. See it just to the left of the SCARP FACE below:

This ACTIVE ZONE is still creating fractures- in this case tracing E-W. This fracture extends under Quail Lake, so that drainage under the dam allows water to FLOW THROUGH OLD QUAIL CREEK DRAINAGE, and it can be seen and heard to GURGLE LUSTILY south of the DAM (even though the dam has no water at its upstream face, and it is presently isolated by an earthen blockage, for working equipment in the RESERVOIR!).
OBLIQUE VIEW allows the "BIG PICTURE" to be seen, for a context of the REGIONAL DYNAMICS.

Above is a link, where ATMOSPHERIC TIDES may be daily ACCESSED- as a hemispheric view, courtesy of NASA.

Photo above is for the nearby VIRGIN MEANDER, where "jerking" occurs on a somewhat larger scale. Below is the GLOBAL VIEW of the CIRCULAR MOVEMENTS- WORLDWIDE:

Photo above depicts the 15-30 degree "JERKS" ocurring along the Atlantic coast- near Cape Hatteras. This yields clues about the scale variations for the TIDAL ARCUATE ROTATIONS seen around the globe!

Rock lobsters
 You might not recognize the “critters” mentioned, but we’ve got em in the WEST! Regardless of iron grates, concrete barriers, and rebar, there they are- making two inch holes to the outer world! There goes the irrigation water, which kept the vegetation, ducks, and fish alive, when CRAWDADS drained the ditch.

 You guessed it: crawdads, and a mighty TASTY morsel they are (to us ERUDITE).

I can see them now- a steaming pile of TAILS, repulsive in every detail (except the palate). Jambalaya, crawfish pie, or fille’ gumbo- the shrimp of the mud hole. But they are hardly known outside of the deep south, Arkansas, or east Texas. Close your eyes though, because these prehistoric-looking creatures are good to eat, and I should know, since I was raised in Crawdad COUNTY, Arkansas.

 That’s not President Cliton’s home place, but he would be knowledgeable about this most formidable member of the lobster family. Anyone who has fished the “banks” pf western waters should have been turned off by them, when he has used stink bait.

 There they are- holding onto his meat bait with their horrendous claws. But just as stoutly, the ERUDITE quickly pulls off the shrimp-like tail, egnores the greenish core leading to the luscious meat and plops the whole thing onto his fish hook. The most ERUDITE of Pescadorean pluckers removes the outer amour and uses only the half with the tasty white seafood for the “discerning trout”. All the while singing lustily in the key of C (which goes well with the guitar):

You get a line, and I’ll get a pole, honey;

 You get a line and I’ll get a pole, Babe.

You get a line and I’ll get a pole,

 And we’ll go down to the crawdad hole! Honey, baby of mine!

Now here comes a man with a sack on his back, Honey;

Here comes a man with a sack on his back, Babe;

Well, here comes a man with a sack on his back,

 And watch those crawdads backing back! Honey, Baby of mine.

Well, whatcha gonna do when the lake goes dry, Honey?

 Whatcha gonna do when the lake goes dry, Babe?

Well, whatcha gonna do when the lake goes dry?

 Gonna sit on the bank and watch the crawdads die!

Honey, Baby of mine.

Now you might not be sitting there, misty-eyed, imagination soaring, stomach machinating at the thought of these dauntless pinching lobsters- which move backwards at the speed of sound. But in Louisiana there is a whole culture built around these marsh crustaceans. Each spring, under the influence of the primeval urge, they can be seen moving in mass migrations. And just as predictable, there are the Coonasses, waiting with their dip-nets.

 Move fast, because first, they go the wrong way- backwards- and secondly, they are as fast as fish (which mightily desire to swallow them whole). Being more lazy, what I do is to wait until mid-July around the western lakes, Then I go out in the early morn, to sunlight waters unblemished by mountain winds, and wait for the sluggish females which are heavy with young. They like the protection of shallow depressions in six inch waters depths- where they can deliver their young by the thousands. One merely has to bend down and “pick-em-up”! Grasp them by the mid-section, to avoid those painful claws, and carry a neck strap for a bucket, for the harvest. It takes about a hundred of these monsters for each diner. One tail equals one bite!

 But they are easy to cook. Just bring a two gallon pot of water up to a boil, then plop them into the boiling water for five minutes. Don’t forget the tabasco sauce; add it in liberal quantities, and you’ve got a feast! Let every man-jack take care of pealing the tails. That builds up his appetite while working to get rid of that scaly protection, since no self-respecting cook who any ‘ERUDICITY” will do all that work for you.

Harold L Overton, Lobster-ISH to Congrish

You might even find a CRAWDAD in the pond; I found rainbow trout with the fins "GNAWED OFF", to be later explained by the REMOVAL of an ALLIGATOR- dropped off by a "fed up" pet owner! below is my personal DEPICTION of instructions left by the INUITS- an INUKSUK (man-like), showing the way to FAIR GAME!


My hiking buddy offered $20 for anyone guessing the type of growth yielding his "hiking pole"; this young lass guessed poison oak and took the PRIZE! (Mammoth Hot
Springs, CA):

The Colorado Plateau, CP, is the "proving ground" for the EARTH TIDES, CORIOLIS ROTATIONS, and later-forming JERKS, TITS, and PROTRUSIONS discussed in this series of GRAVITATIONALLY-INDUCED MOVEMENTS of the earth's crust:

I spent quuite a bit of time near Taos, NM- where there still occur many descendants of the ANASAZI, SINAGUA, and FREEMONT MAN; below is a KOSHARI or mud-maker of the various Rio Grande factions:

The raven was and still is an ICON for many NA cultures; I captured this one in the Death Valley NP:
Once upon a MIDNIGHT dreary, as I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious VOLUME of forgotten LORE,
As I nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someome gently rapping-
rapping on my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered "some late visitor, rapping on my chamber door;
Some rare visitor rapping on my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more"
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in a bleak December,
And each separate dying ember cast its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I sought the morrow, vainly I had hoped to borrow,
From my books- surcease of sorrow;
Sorrow for the lost Lenore;
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore.
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken, yet uncertain, rustling of each purple curtain
 Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never known before;
So that here to still the beating- of my heart- I stood repeating
 “Tis some visitor entreating, entreating entrance to my chamber door. Some late visitor entreating entrance to my chamber door.
 Only this and nothing more”.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer-
 Sir, said I, or Madam, “surely your forgiveness I implore!
But the fact is I was napping, when so faintly you came tapping,
 When so softy you came rapping, rapping on my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you”; Here I opened wide the door.
 Darkness there and nothing more!
Deep within that darkness peering- long I stood there wondering, fearing,
 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
But the darkness was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
 And the only word there spoken was the whispered word LENORE!
This I whispered, and an echo whispered back the word Lenore.
 Only this and nothing more.

 Back within my chamber turning, all my soul within me burning-
Soon I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before!
 Surely said I, “surely that is, something at my window lattice
Let me see then what thereat is and this mystery explore.
 Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore”.
"Tis the wind and nothing more!"
 Open then I flung the shutter, when with many a flirt and flutter,
  In there stepped a stately raven from the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he, not a moment stopped or stayed he,
 But with Mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door.
 Perched and sat and nothing more!

Then this EBONY BIRD beguiling my sad fancy into SMILING,
From the stern and haughty COUNTENANCE that it wore.
"Though thy CREST be shorn and shaven, Thou said I, are cert no craven-
Grim, gaunt, and ghastly raven, wandering from the NIGHTLY SHORE!
Tell me what thy LORDLY NAME is, on the night's Plutonian shore?"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
Much I marvelled this ungainly BIRD which quickly spoke so plainly,
But its utterance gave no MEANING- LITTLE revelence IT BORE.
But one cannot help agreeing, that no living human being
Ever was so blessed with seeing birded bust above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon a bust of Pallas, just above his chamber door!
 With such NAME as NEVERMORE!
But the Raven sitting lonely, on that placid perch spoke only
That one word, as if his LIFE within that word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered, not a single feather fluttered,
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before"
"On the morrow he will leave me, as other friends have gone before:.
Spoke the raven: "NEVERMORE!"
Meanwhile, back at the RANCH:

Above are 'JERKS" shown for the HONEYMOON BOX CANYON( AZ-UT border) of about 10,000 years age; this has been measureed by my team, and it is about to intersect the famous Honeymoon Trail!

Checkerboard Mesa, Zion NP shows the INTERSECTING FRACTURES excellently; they can also be viewed closeup in the YELLOW KNOLLS, NE of St. George, UT area. 

Similarly to what is named METEOR CRATER, AZ, I have found another spiraling sinkhole of small dimensions at Sand Mountain, Hurricane, UT:


Notice that the BASALT makes a SHARP VERTICAL border with the sedimentary rocks. This works against the conclusion that the Shinarump MOUND existed prior to the lava flow; rather, the mound has risen due to UPLIFT as the mesa "SKIDS" around a bend- similar to your tires creating gravel humps on the outside of the turn, as you make a sharp turn:


CEDAR POCKET is a SINK, within which is a RISE (TIT on the south side):


Below are THRUSTS-IN- THE MAKING, at the Whidbey Island- Puget Sound beach:

The KEYSTONE to understanding LATERAL GRVITATIONAL MOVEMENT is exhibited with this house-sized boulder, which lies at an INFLECTION along the Whidbey Island coast-INTERSECTION with PENN COVE. I is placed by sideways movements throughout the last 14,000 years (since the ICE AGE, where it has been protected on this SCARP-HIDDEN COASTLINE):
1. Wind is almost horizontal;
2. Tsunamis may even wash uphill, against VERTICAL GRAVITATION;
3. Rain TIDES, and clouds move across the terrain: and,
4. Turbidites, rockfall, and SLUMPS move under small gradients.

San Juan River

The ghostly canyon walls so steep imbued my SPIRIT, lacking sleep,
 When the Moon, yielding up its formless thought,
Gave hazy shadows (my attention caught) on the waters, which I’d never keep.
 Suffice it forever, now to say, that those forms and shades that day
Would leave a frame of fantasy in mind- which would never, ever cert unwind!
 How soon my psyche quit the chase, as the thoughtful frames did soon erase those moonlight walls which took my view
 And cast it far- but not askew- to cause my heart to lose its place.
But now those walls are far away; my heart has changed once more to stay. And so it seems ephemeral dreams are only mixed with common schemes- to make the rainbows turn once more to grey.

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