One of the drogue (anchor) stones

One of the drogue (anchor) stones

from Jonathan Gray –


My hands shook as I read the warning note.

“Firstly, you should be aware that there
is an ongoing war between the Turkish
Security Forces and Kurdistan Workers’
Party (PKK) guerrillas.

“People are being killed on the streets
by unidentified murderers and none of
them was unidentified or arrested.
Therefore it is really risky and dangerous
to travel in Kurdistan.

“There is a strong possibility that
security forces will arrest or detain you
if they see your travel visa issued by
any Kurdish organisation. Therefore you
should not show your visa to any Turkish

So warned the FAX message sent to me with my Kurdish “visa”.

It had been a scary week. And now our bus was being stopped
by Turkish police.

“Everyone out. We’re going to search your baggage.”

The uniformed Turkish officer was coming along the line. He
would soon reach my baggage.

Stuffed inside my sleeping-bag cover was my safe-passage
document issued by the outlawed Kurds. If the Turks found it,
we were finished.

I had to do something fast.

Looking quickly to see if anyone was watching me, I thrust my
hand inside the cover of the sleeping-bag, pulled out that
document, and nervously stuffed it behind my belt at the back
of my trousers.

Only then did I look up – and realised someone was watching.
And while they watched… the piece of paper slid down my
legs back on to the ground.

The  hotel where the attack occurred

The hotel where the attack occurred


Archaeologists recognise place names as a record of history.
And, according to local place names, the eight human survivors
of the Great Flood settled here, in eastern Turkey, in the famous
Valley of Eight.

In this wild region American archaeologist Ron Wyatt had
discovered two very ancient graves. And the inscriptions were

They represented probably the first post-Flood grave marker
on this planet, that of a famous man’s wife. And nearby, that of
the husband himself – a man called Noah.

Here was evidence of a man that many had thought was only a legend.

The two grave markers bore an ancient, petroglyph portrayal
of Noah’s death on one marker and that of his wife on the
other. These grave markers were in the front of a very ancient
stone house.

Below the rainbow (associated worldwide with the Flood
account), on the left was the crest of a wave, and atop the
wave a boat. To the right of this were eight stick characters.

It was clear who they were. Two larger figures (male and
female), accompanied by three smaller men (their sons) and
behind them three women (their sons’ wives).

According to the ancient book of Genesis, the sole human
survivors of the Great Flood were Noah and his wife, their
three sons Shem, Ham and Japheth, and their sons’ wives.

The inscription showed the woman crouching. Her head was
bowed and her eyes closed. And the other seven were
walking away from her. She must have been the first of them
to go.

In front of the adjacent village was an ancient wall faced with
tiles. Engraved on the tiles was a sequence of pictures
portraying an event.

Firstly, animals were shown entering the survival vessel.
There were eight people shown.

Secondly were portrayed the faces of other people, around
the Ark.

Then the Ark was shown, riding on a wave.

The deity was depicted, with water flowing from His feet.

And eight people were depicted under a rainbow.


But the most exciting find was the two grave markers. Let
me ask, could you keep such a discovery secret? Ron was
exploding. He wanted to shout it to the world!

“That’s incredible,” gasped one of the archaeological team
“I have to see this!”

Trembling with excitement, Ron drove the man out to Kazan.
You might call Ron naive. He trusted that his friend would
feel the same awe that had moved him. A reverence, if you

Very soon after, something happened. Mehmet, the village
mayor, looked both ways down the street, then yanked the
visitor inside.

The pact was sealed with a drink and the visitor crept out
into the darkness and sped off with no lights on.

Within hours, the two graves were dug up.


“Mr Wyatt, we want to find out if you have any knowledge
of who could have done such a thing.”

The Turkish authorities were most concerned. They
informed him that over 100 million U.S. dollars worth of
gold and gemstones had been stolen from the graves.

One item, a bodice around her waist, with large stones in it,
had sold on the black-market in Istanbul for $75 million

Of course, it had to be quite an incredible piece, and
the description of this one item was more than a person
could comprehend.

The Turkish authorities tracked down the source of the
artefacts through their intelligence on activities in the
Black Market – but the perpetrator himself eluded

However, the chief of the village near the gravesite –
Mehmet – has been identified as an accomplice. His share
of the proceeds, it appears, has enabled him to buy his
way out of trouble with authorities.

As you know, there is corruption at high levels in all

Turkish authorities have been seeking to recover these
precious artefacts. They told us they were aware of the
identity of the man most likely to have committed this outrage.

As it happened, he dropped from our team and from the
public eye shortly after the theft from the two graves.


You may understand, my heart was set on getting over to

After all, out there were some of the first anchor stones to
be dropped from the Ark as it was coming in to land.

There also the first post-Flood family built a house, tilled the
ground. And there, finally, Noah and his wife had been buried.

Just think about it! This place was the ancestral home of us all.

I confided my plans to Dr Allen Roberts, a former member of
the team.

“Don’t go, Jonathan,” he warned. “It’s too dangerous.
People disappear.”

I spoke to Ron. “Keep away from Kazan,” he urged. “They’ll
kill you.”

Yes, Ron’s discoveries had catalysed the grave robberies there.anchor stones,
Subsequently, the chief had plotted Ron’s death. The concern
was valid.

But how deeply I longed to go in and document what was

After all, this was the place of our roots – of all of us on this
planet. This was an important discovery. This was where it all
began. I just had to go in there and record it.

Nevertheless, I had been well appraised of the danger.

Yet this whole thing kept nagging at me. I determined to take
all possible precautions.

Over several months, I contacted representatives of the
Kurdish guerrillas for a letter of safe passage into their rebel
region of Turkey.

Perhaps naively, I hoped that if in danger of being kidnapped,
I could show this document to any hostile band and gain release.


On the way out to Kazan, my driver stopped to pick up a man
who introduced himself as the village chief.

Trevor nudged me.  “He looks sinister.”

The man gave another name, but I recognised him as Mehmet,
the man against whom Ron had warned me.

He accompanied us to some anchor stones lying near the village.

Some of the village children eyed us from a distance.

We wandered over to a rise, where two of the anchors were
now being used upside down as grave markers.

Then we headed for a hill about a mile west of the village.

From here we could look back toward the village, set in a bowl

As we ascended the hill, I kept noticing holes in the ground.

It turned out that since finding valuables in Noah’s wife’s grave,
the villagers had been digging up other graves in the area, in the
hope of finding more treasure.

On top of the hill lay another anchor stone, dropped, evidently,
when the survival vessel sailed over this peak.  The cable hole
on one anchor was broken.

For an hour Mehmet and his deputy guided us over the Valley
of Eight, to anchor stones (drogue stones), altars and

But my eyes kept scanning for the spot I had really come to
see.  All these other things were, of course, interesting – but
the site of Noah’s house and grave – that was why I was
really here.

Though I was careful not to let Mehmet see me looking for

Then eventually, from the summit of this hill, I recognised the
location, to the north of the village.

Back near the village itself, our hosts were knocking stones
from a wall to show us an old inscription.

But that was not why I was here. I was silently impatient.


It was now or never.  The risk had to be taken.  Dangerous
it could be if the chief discovered what I really knew of Ron,
himself and the grave robbery.

Better to feign ignorance, throw in someone else’s name.
Someone that I knew he trusted.

Swallowing hard, I drew a sketch of Noah’s gravestone and
mentioned the name of another person, one whose name
would not make him suspicious.

“David Fasold saw this?” I queried, pointing to the sketch.
“Is this somewhere around here?”Mehmet instantly
recognised it.  Agitation showed.  “No, not David Fasold!”
he snapped quickly.

The friendly man had now turned savage.

Then he paused, weighing his words.  “On my land – over

I did not know it at the time, but this man carried a gun
under his jacket.

Now, instead of taking us to the place we wanted to go,
where I knew the house and the grave sites to be, Mehmet a
nd his henchman skirted that area, then drew us away from it.

We passed the giant 12-foot altar which overlooked it all …
and kept going!

Up on the hill, beyond the big altar, Ron had seen human
bones – and a skull with hair still on it – which dogs had been

This man, Ron believed, was a killer.  It was up this same hill
that Mehmet was now luring me.

“How far is it?” I asked.

Just 100 metres” was the reply

We covered that distance and I grew suspicious.  There was
a rock with some marks on it, but the grave marker would
not have been brought up here.

“How far now?” I pressed.

“Come,” he said.

“How far?  You said 100 metres.  How far is it?”

“Just one kilometre more,” said the man.  “Come.”

I recalled the plot to get Ron into the hills and kill him.

It was time to act – fast.  I turned to Sayim, my driver.

“Tell him the sun is getting low.  We must turn back.”

I wheeled around.  Having been toward the rear of the party,
I was now in front, racing down the hill, back toward the
12-foot altar.

My team member Trevor was waiting further down.

Meanwhile, back at the car, the children of these grave
robbers were pilfering my bag.

In the open, I felt a little safer.  Shooting with my camera,
I headed straight into the area that Mehmet had avoided
taking me – the site of Noah’s house and the two graves.
I turned and took another shot, looking back.ark81

As Trevor and I leapt into the car, we were accosted by
some of Mehmet’s men. We arched our bodies low in the
car, as our driver sped off.


And oh, about that baggage search, in case you were

I still have the piece of paper that I stuffed down behind
my trousers, and that fell to the ground…  that visa from the
outlawed Kurds.

And in case you are wondering what that other passenger did
when he saw me hiding it and it fell to the ground, I think he
must have been a Kurd, because he didn’t tell the Turkish
police what he had seen occur.

On our 8-part DVD set, “Surprising Discoveries”, this story
and others are shown.

All around the world this is being acclaimed as an outstanding
string of discoveries. I mustwarn you, the DVDs are not
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Best wishes
Jonathan Gray

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Jonathan Gray has traveled the world to gather data on
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