Reptilian encounters in the Superstition Wilderness, Arizona
Coordinates: 33.489704, -111.398292
My meeting with the reptilians had happened during a Hiking trip in the Arizona territory of the reserve in the Superstition Wilderness. Until that moment I’d never believed in their existence.
I started my hiking at the First Water Trailhead (Superstition Wilderness, Arizona). There were two trails I could take, the First Water to the right and the Second Water to the left. I took the First Water trail with the intention of going to Weaver’s Needle, and I followed it to a fork just beyond what looks like “Aylors Caballo Camp”? I’m having trouble reading the labels though, something to do with the fonts on the map. But anyway, I ran out of water at about that point. I realized I wasn’t going to reach Weaver’s Needle, so I decided at that point to try to make it back, but I had encountered two rattlesnakes in the same spot further back and they were *not* happy that I was trying to get past them, so I decided to go a different direction.
I turned left onto what looks like “Bull Pass Trail” and followed it a ways to Dutchman’s Trail on the Weaver’s Needle map. Then I turned left (northbound) on Cavalry Trail (the signposts all said “Military Trail”). The travel was fairly easy up until that point, and the dehydration hadn’t had time to begin really. But Cavalry Trail has a lot of ups and downs and really narrow areas with long drops to one side and really steep inclines. I lost my footing a few times because of loose rocks and my own increasing weakness, and there was I think one time in which I felt my body starting to sway toward the drop but then suddenly I regained my footing.
I continued along Cavalry Trail until I reached Boulder Trail (the signposts called it “Boulder Canyon Trail”), and I turned right (Northbound). I walked along that route, and grew increasingly weak and dehydrated because that particular trail crosses the dry riverbed repeatedly. I collapsed on either the third or the fifth crossing (at this point we’re back on the Goldfield map again), can’t remember which, and the sun was still out and all that but I just couldn’t continue because of how badly dehydrated I had become. I am not a fit person by any stretch of the imagination, and I am quite frankly amazed that I got as far as I did before collapsing.
At that time, when I was lying exhausted in a dry riverbed, a human figure came to me. In the memory, she’s wearing a long dark robe with a hood, though I can tell she has smallish breasts as they change the contours of her robe a bit. She’s partially facing in my direction but slightly to my right and bending down like she’s reaching for something close to the ground, maybe a medical kit or something like that, I don’t know because it’s out of my field of view.
Her image is photographically imprinted in my memory. Her face was like a human, but she had a big red-orange eyes with a vertical pupil, the skin was dark green, his hands were the same color with long thin fingers, the nose on the face was flat and invisible. When she noticed that I awake and look at her, not sure what happened, but I seem to have fallen into the darkness like I was turned off.
When I woke up this morning, surprised to feel a lot of strength to go on. I didn’t know what kind of creature it was, but she saved my life. I followed the path until he came to people where I had help.
My friend who lived in the area had warned me about hiking those northern trails, because he said that those trails were where the majority of the bad stuff happened in the area in olden times.
One other thing. He told me once that a friend of his had found an entrance to an underground facility and that he himself had investigated it, but he believed it to be a tomb rather than a city and so he didn’t pursue the investigation further. But he seemed to indicate that the entrance was somewhere in the southern trail area, specifically near Hieroglyph Trail (called Petroglyph Trail on the signs out there back then). He said that there were several of those entrances throughout the Superstition Wilderness.
“I guess in a place where I fainted and almost died, is the entrance to the underground structures of these creatures. Perhaps my salvation was in their purposes, and not out of a desire to help. If I died there, it would more people to search for me. They would began to explore the area of my route and perhaps would have stumbled the entrance to the some underground facilities.”