Perhaps the best way to introduce this book is to recall the first encounter I had
with Colonel Bonaventure in the Bell Mountain Wilderness. The Bell Mountain Wilderness is a large area of forest preservation and parks, 9,027 acres in all, as designated by the 96th US Congress in 1980. The wilderness is located in the St. Francois Mountains
of the Potosi-Frederickstown Ranger District of Mark Twain National Forest --- and with an elevation of more than 1700 feet, Bell Mountain is the seventh highest peak in Missouri. There is a connection there to the Ozark Trail, and the backcountry, covering
many miles, is a popular yet uncrowded destination for sportsmen and mountain hikers to enjoy the great outdoors.
Per accident of fortune, I discovered the "Bell Mountain Lighted
Driving Range and Par 3 Course" in Widgeon Ford, while working as a graduate assistant at nearby Sylvester College.
As an undergraduate I played golf for L.S.U., and was there hitting
a 5 iron from a bucket of balls, when I heard someone haw and ask in an almost theatrical voice, "so ... when are you going on tour"? There was a funny sound in his voice, but it seemed that he was being only kind of smart. When I looked over to see where
he was, I saw that he had a handlebar mustache, and looked like an actor out of a car and boating insurance commercial.
"I don't know" I said. "Maybe in a few more moons, when the
game's a little bit more on the mark."
"Yeah, buddy, drive for show and putt for dough. That's the ticket," he said, and returned to his practice, where he seemed to be of a low
and seasoned handicap.
I hit a few more shots, working on my draw and it was then, as I watched one of the golf balls land in the distance, that I noticed that a full moon had just
appeared, where it had not been only a few moments before. It was a little strange. I had just mentioned the moon and then suddenly there it was barely floating over the October trees, and it looked so close to Earth that it was a surprise.
At that hour when it was hovering low over the mountain driving range, like an eye in the sky, it seemed unusually luminous and mysterious. It was a burnt orange that created a scene where one could
practice hitting golf balls at an autumn moon that looked like the great pumpkin lantern for Halloween. Charlie Brown would have been impressed.
I kept practicing with the 5 iron,
aiming at the moon, since it was looming only yards behind the 180 marker, and almost eerie. "That's an eerie looking Harvest Moon," I said out loud.
"Yeah, a little bit", he said,
looking at it. "It could be the end of the world like that. Count Dracula and the pyramids. Apocalypto".
After he hit another crisp shot on target, he was smiling like a real estate
agent, and added, "actually though, that's not the Harvest Moon. That was in September. That's a sanguine moon. They also call it the Hunter's Moon. It's the full moon after the Harvest Moon."
that time, I did not know much about the moon or astronomy at all, but it was a peaceful evening, and it was then that I first began to learn what it is about the astro-weather and geocentrism.
"Do you know which way the moon goes?" the Colonel asked, being sort of jocular.
He did seem like he could be a joker, and I was not sure what he meant, so I said,
"it goes up". I pointed up and said, "it goes that way, for sure." It was a vague answer, but that was about what I knew.
"It goes from east to west across the sky. It will go up
and over, around that way, along the ecliptic, and then set in the west.” He pointed in the direction of the west. “It always is going clockwise around the earth, when viewed from above the North pole."
"Oh, yes,that's interesting", I said.
"Do you know what that means?" he asked.
"No", I answered. "what does it mean?"
"It means that the earth is not moving, of course, as you can tell, and that the sun orbits the earth. The sun and
the moon and the stars are all orbiting the earth, and the earth is stationary in space."
After a little time, and the moon had climbed up a little higher, he pointed out that there
was a bright star underneath the moon, and that it was Jupiter. A sign of kings, it turns out, and there was a conjunction of Jupiter and the full Moon in Taurus. He explained that the moon was rising only about two or three degrees ahead of Jupiter, but tomorrow
it would fall behind in the sky by about 10 degrees or so, and it would also wane almost less than the slightest amount, losing the slimmest noticeable roundness from the top, etc.
fact, most people would not even be able to tell any difference, and he added that, "most people do not even know which way the Moon goes, or understand the phases, although they have been living on Earth their whole lives".
He said that Jupiter was going a little retrograde, and explained further what an “orb” meant, and that with such a close orb of only a few degrees that was also a conjunction. Could be spooky stuff, it
seemed, astral mysteries at the golf course, and between Jupiter and the moon the sign would continue for about twenty-four hours, as any conjunction like that does, because the moon is so much slower in its route around the Earth than the planets and stars.
He was enjoying his practice it seemed, drinking a beer and smoking a cigar. "Vir sapiens evalescet astra", he said on a puff of smoke. "A wise man will dominate the stars".
Interpreted for a sign and sphere of relation this would mean that with good sense people can exercise free will, and with confidence of some good end. That was St. Albert the Great's opinion in 'Speculum
Astronomiae', the Mirror of Astronomy.
"Audiens sapiens sapientior erit, et intellegens gubernacula possidebit. A wise man shall hear and shall be wiser: and he that understandeth
shall possess governments."(1)
Besides his speaking Latin, I wondered whether he was not crazy or ignorant of physics when he had said that the sun orbited the earth.
Did he live in a cave? Was he from the "Flat Earth Society"? Yet it seemed that he was for real.
I talked to
him again at the "Bell Mountain Lighted Driving Range and Par 3 Course", when he was there on Tuesday's for the 7:00 pm skins game, and found that he was unbiased to anything worth knowing, and his broad forehead appeared made for thinking. It seemed to be
the seat of some impenetrable joy, and I heard more of his scientific ideas, and that he was a retired Air Force Colonel, and a scholarly man of some research and wise counsel, and also sometimes a fully loaded conspiratologist. Among other things, he maintained
that NASA had never landed any man on the Moon, nor any rover on Mars, and that all their deep space missions "were billion dollar'd Judeo-Masonic frauds", as he called them, and egregious hoaxes.
He would quote Aeschylus, for example, that "one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness, and will never come to utter ruin". Somehow from him it did not sound too awkward.
"The power is his, the regiment of stars,
He holds the world enfisted like a nut,
laughter wreathes his face eternally."(2)
But something beatific and simple like that is not for NASA that makes fake trips to outer space at the cost of billions.
Colonel Bonaventure knew more Latin and was more pregnant with intelligence than anybody I had seen. He had many recollected sayings, like "ab amicis honesta petamus, adhuc quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Let us seek honesty from friends, yet who will guard the watchmen?
So it goes. O tempora! O mores! Civitas perfidiam non sustinere potest. O the times, the customs. The state
cannot survive treason. Treason is like a scam, "yet society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to
suicide and to madness."(3)
Since I was playing golf for recreation only, not money, and was a mere student instructor and graduate school assistant at Sylvester College, in Widgeon
Ford, near Potosi, I asked him that he would send me some of his ideas and research about the universe. Snail mail or e-mail.
He agreed and was surprised to learn about Sylvester
College, since he had never heard of it, but when I told him more about it, he said it sounded like a good school. "I would have imagined it would be hard to miss a college campus in Widgeon Ford", he said, “but I’m not a spy, of course. It must
be situated far back in the woods, an obscure side of the mountain, or the students must be studying hard, because I haven't seen any of them running around, or at the 7-Eleven. Is
it a religious school"?
As it turns out, Sylvester College is a “religious school”, a small Catholic college not far from Potosi, that some say has its name after Sylvester
the cat of the cartoons, and because it is almost "lost in the woods". While it may be somewhat remote and unknown, a little woodsy and hidden, it is true, that, however, is not why it has the name "Sylvester".
"Silvestris, silvestre" is Latin for "of the woods, wooded, woodsy, wild and rural", etc., and Sylvester the cat may be famous from a time of TV, but the college is named after Pope Sylvester (314-335), who is also St. Sylvester
from the First Council of Nicea (325) and the days of the Roman Emperor Constantine the Great (272-337), and whose feast day from the traditional calendar is December 31st.
that may remain, and as St. Yves of Kermartin may help advocates and orphans, with permission, the following book is a simple adaptation of ad hoc commentaries, e-mails, miscellaneous notes, calculations, and conversation about geocentrism and scientific materialism,
and the Colonel's remote ideas about the cosmos and the overreaching US government, and its Judeo-Masonic conspiracy, as we have it today, that have been edited into the form of a book. The opinions expressed are sincerely entertained, and we hope the reader
may find the point of view convincing, interesting, and enlightening as I and a few others have.