Friday, November 16, 2007 at 11:50AM
Mike Smith in Column
Like a brokedown car on blocks, the city of Lordsburg sits parked in the extreme southwest corner of the state, letting weeds twine up through its center and rust eat away at its edges.
Founded in 1880 as a railroad town and currently the largest settlement in Hidalgo County, Lordsburg is home to more than 3,000 hardy souls, a thriving methamphetamine trade, and wind and dust storms so intense they will sometimes blow cars and trucks from one lane of Interstate 10 into another.
The businesses of Lordsburg’s main street sit mostly abandoned, and all around the town the desert swirls away into flatness, careens toward a horizon of ancient and eroded hills, and warps into a stark and gorgeous world of sand and cactus, in which things like cities and government and the written word can sometimes start to feel like a barely remembered dream.
Cormac McCarthy tapped into this feeling when he made the area a primary setting for his 1994 novel The Crossing.
"The new country was rich and wild," he wrote. "You could ride clear to Mexico and not strike a crossfence."
In such open desert, in country such as this, there is often a feeling of life gone atemporal—independent of time—a feeling that isn’t dispelled upon talking with the locals.
In Lordsburg, people trade stories of horsebound cowboys chasing flying pterosaurs across the desert, tell of airplane-sized “thunderbirds” many times larger than any fowl alive today, and match tale for tale of strange creatures flapping straight out of the past and into the present.
Also in Lordsburg, a number of ranchers and hobbyists claim to have sighted an abundance of UFOs and strange lights. From the 1990s to 2006, amateur UFOlogists Ramón Ortiz and Benjie Medina photographed and filmed scads of unusual air traffic over the city, much of it during the day, and some of which appears to show technology far beyond any currently known to the public—objects that zip, hover, divide, flash, and even change shape in mid-air.
And none of these objects, of course, had anything to do with the Lordsburg Municipal Airport, with the not-too-distant White Sands Missile Range, or with oval-shaped lenticular clouds, either.
In Lordsburg, stories suggest that perhaps the usual walls between the past and the present, and the present and the future, aren’t quite as solid as they should be—and it’s almost natural that locals would look for something to explain it all...for something like the Lordsburg Door.
The Lordsburg Door, also called the Lordsburg Gate, is said by locals to be a sort of vortex, a naturally occurring portal that bridges time and the dimensions of space—a hidden gateway in the desert outside of town. The Door is one proffered explanation for why the past and the future seem to meet here—for why so many stories of living pterosaurs, supernatural entities, and futuristic aircraft could rise from one tiny place so easily.
Albuquerque economist Rob Feightner recently rode a Ducati motorcycle down to Lordsburg and Silver City, to gather information on this subject for “My Strange New Mexico”—and chronicled his bizarre trip on his blog, Desertoftherealeconomicanalysis
“Apparently,” Feightner learned, “some cattle would enter the portal and others would exit…. This replacement indicated that rustling was not involved in the disappearance of the cattle because cattle thieves would not replace stolen cattle with inferior stock.”
Lordsburg UFOlogist Ramón Ortiz said in a recent interview that the Door stands in Gold Gulch just north of town, near mile marker 17 on State Highway 90, and he said it resembles Moses’ biblical burning bush, burning fiery red. (Other accounts place the Door just south of town.) A small chair and table carved of rock sit next to it, Ortiz said, and an old stump sits just in front of it, with a human leg bone trapped in its center—a bone said to be the end result of someone who stepped straight out of the Door and into a tree, a la the Philadelphia Experiment. (That experiment had to do with an alleged 1943 incident in which five living sailors were purportedly fused into the metal walls and decks of their ship.)
The Lordsburg Door, Ortiz said, has already let in everything from shadowy giants, to living pterosaurs, to the spirit of Geronimo—the legendary Apache warrior. The Door can only be seen by those who are “wanted there,” can only be opened with a peacefully made burnt offering, and can only be closed with a sword. Ortiz also said the Lordsburg Door is one of seven such doors in New Mexico's Boot Heel region, all of which lead, circuitously, to Heaven, and one of which happens to be in Ortiz’s basement.
Ortiz said there are also twelve blue-colored gates that lead to Hell, and he claimed all of these portals will soon be opening wide.
“Everything is coming through these doors, these gates!” Ortiz warned. “It’s Judgment Day! Jesus is coming.”
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5 comments:
I came to this page because I was looking at a New Mexico map trying to get a better idea of what places looked like and their positioning in relation to each other and city names and their meanings. Started noticing things like crosses and gateways, the past fusing with future. Always been interested in doorways. Feel like I'm standing in one right now. My parents were born and raised in new mexico. Grandparents saw the mushroom cloud. I have never lived there. Been through lordsberg a few times on my way to visit relatives when I was little. I live in Arizona. I've heard these legends of the southwest my whole life. I'm just like wow. I just got a letter from new mexico a best friend from school that i havent seen in 30 years wrote to me. We were in an alice in wonderland play together. She is albino and she played the white rabbit. Just had a dream about a white rabbit talking to me on the rolling green hills that I remember from my great grandparents new mexico ranch. Me and my friend were trying to write a book when we were twelve she would always say let's finish the book. I saw a hot air balloon that said spirit on it recently that landed on my road. There is something about hot air balloons. Another friend had a dream about hot air balloons and escaping the robots on judgement day. Weird. Something else I cant put my finger on. I think I just chased something down the rabbit hole. Which is a portal and the hot air balloon the wizard was going to use to take dorothy home to Kansas was a vehicle to go through a portal. Oh yeah things I have to do before I die. Most important is write my creation destruction future meets past heros journey fantasy novel. Eclipse, equinox, portals, passages, rabbit holes, the door, turquoise trail (Doesnt turquoise bring the physical world and spirit world together?), the path, the way and something more? Jesus is Lord.
These Portals are accessed by resonance, just like all the pyramids world wide. We are all different vibrations, not matter, everything is sound vibrations. Nature is a result of different vibrations, we will learn again, this is the knowledge of the ancients. 👽
All things in our universe are constantly in motion, vibrating. Even objects that appear to be stationary are in fact vibrating, oscillating, resonating, at various frequencies. ... And ultimately all matter is just vibrations of various underlying fields. As such, at every scale, all of nature vibrates. 👽
Nicely written, my friend. Love your descriptions of Lordsburg, in particular "like a broke down car on blocks." Have never seen such an inhabited ghost of a town along a major highway such as Interstate 10. Was curious when my husband and I got off there and headed up north to an even more isolated, but vibrant and beautiful Silver City, the nearest city to Lordsburg. Such a contrast! It was kind of mind boggling. As if Lordsburg was a dilapidated cover, telling passersby, "Nothing to see here, keep going west or east, gas up our charge your EV, but keep going. Never mind that lovely Silver City is to the north." Wonder why.
The Lordsburg Door probably exists. I know of another portal, but it is in Montana. That portal, is located near Billings, Montana in Yellowstone County. It is located on what is locally known as The Rims or The Rimrocks above Billings. The early indigenous Native Americans knew of this portal, but whether they used it, I don't know. They probably stayed away from it, if anything. There is a certain part of the Rims where the old Indian trail used to exist, and at a particular spot on the trail, one must climb down that part of the Rims, which are a large and rather tall set of cliffs that surround the city of Billings, until they reach a hidden spring that pours out of the cliffs at that spot. It is a very hidden and inaccessible place, since it is located between two large cliffs. It is still possible to climb down to it from the top of the Rims, however. There are a lot of shrubs and greenery that sort of hide the spring, but once you get right to it, it is a very beautiful, magical and very hidden spot, that is located right above a city. Very few people know about this particular portal. I actually hiked and climbed down to its location with my older brother many years ago, so it is still accessible if you know where to begin climbing down the Rims/cliffs. Right where the spring shoots out of the cliff is where the portal entrance or doorway is. When we were there, we both attempted to get nearer to it. As we did, a low, throbbing, vibrating and very loud noise that sounded like some sort of bizarre Chinese gong, began and kept getting louder. The sound went right through my whole body, and I began to shake and vibrate uncontrollably. The same thing happened to my brother, apparently. We both stopped and backed up very quickly, until the gong sound finally receded. That is when we looked at each other in shock. My brother said that I was the color of milk and my eyes were as big as saucers, and I am a dark skinned guy. But, so was he! I had also peed my pants a little bit, I admit. It was one of the weirdest, most bizarre experiences that has ever happened to me in my 58 years of life, so far. I have never seen my brother look like he did that day, either. It really freaked both of us out. That 'gong-y' sound was just so intense. I can't even describe it properly! It went right through your whole body, the nearer you got to the portal entrance. My older brother had learned of this place from our cousin who lived in Billings at the time. He had learned of it from the family of his girlfriend, who was from Hardin, Montana, and was a member of the Crow Tribe. It makes sense that the Crow Indians would have knowledge or memories of that place, since they have been there for many centuries. Personally, I didn't really believe in any of this stuff, at first. I had my mind changed very quickly though, when my brother and I climbed down to and found that hidden portal. I would bet no one else has been there since! It is that hidden, though a whole city has grown up around it. Pretty amazing that it is right there where it is, overlooking all of Billings. Perhaps someone else will finally find it, now that I have kind of 'spilled the beans', so to speak. I know it is hard to believe for most people, but it is totally true and that portal does indeed exist. If anyone does go looking for it and finds it, please be really careful and know what you are doing. It is the real deal.
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