posted on Jul, 5 2005 @ 12:56 PM
my first story! yay! tell me what you think?
My name is Bill Cochley and I grew up in Rio Rancho, New Mexico. I have lived here all my life and I had always heard strange stories, you know the
type, alien crashes, abductions, cattle mutilations you name it, I’ve heard it. There is a story though my grandfather told me when I was much
younger, a story about Diablo Mountain.
You see in the time when the first European explorer's arrived in this area during the time of Coronado in the 1500's. The natives revered this
mountain as holy to them. They claimed both good spirits and bad spirits resided in the mountain. They were stories of whole tribes vanishing here and
never heard from again. However there is a story of a band of the pueblos who were in the desert and dying, the sun scorched their skin and eyes, they
had no food or water with them.
Their leader was a young man who had replaced his father when an enemy tribe drove them south, killing his father in the process. The boy was very
young and inexperienced. Members of his tribe blamed him for their predicament and they mocked him. One night he came to pray to the sacred spirits
and begged them to help him lead his people to safety before they all died. To his surprise there was a brilliance of light and a sacred buffalo
appeared to him. He instructed the young man to build an altar at the base of the mountain and that then their needs would be taken care of. The next
day he led the tribe to the foot of the mountain where to their surprise food and water was plentiful, and a stone block provided to shape an altar.
This gained the young man the faith and loyalty of the tribe. He built the altar as he had been instructed to do so, and was taught to commune with
the spirits and the people lived well at the foot of the mountain for centuries.
That is until the Spaniards came having been told of great wealth of gold and other riches that the tribe held. The Spanish rode into the center of
the settlement and demanded to speak with their leader. Their Leader who was the 13th descendant of the young man in the desert greeted them and tried
to communicate with them. In their frustration at the failed attempts of communication and they killed their leader and destroyed the altar, upon the
altar's destruction it is said that the earth trembled, and the wind came down with a fury. The top of the mountain was set ablaze and a beam of
light shot into the heavens and removed all the stars from the sky including the sun. Day became night and in an instant all the Spaniards were taken.
The peak of the mountain split into two and then crashed inward on itself. That was the story as it was told by my grandfather to me. So all of my
life I have searched the mountain hoping to find something that would shed light on this legend, well last week I found it.....
[edit on 7-5-2005 by worldwatcher]