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Introduction
this story, by a scholar Antonin T. Horak has not been verified by hard evidence, but nor have most stories in the ufo world, I post it under Ancient Aliens as it is an oopart as far as I'm concerned, but never the less, a very good read so enjoy, meldrew.
THE CAVE IN SLOVAKIA
"I froze in amazement - there stands something like a large, black silo framed in white limestone formations. It is a glass- smooth flank of a seemingly man-made structure. Even the thought of a tower-sized artifact embedded in rock in the middle of an obscure mountain is bewildering." - Antonin T. Horak diary - October 23, 1944
Antonin T. Horak - Background & History
This report is about a man and his discovery of what may be an incredible artifact from the very distant past. He told only his wife of the find for twenty-one years to protect the unusual structure from "tomb robbers."
Tony Horak was born in Ville de Hermannstadt in the eastern area of the Czech Republic on July 7, 1897. Shortly after his birth he and his father and mother, Karl Horak, Anna Kocherova returned to the vast Horak property in Bohemia.
The property, known as Domain Keilburg, had been the family enterprise for many generations. The property included agriculture, forests and mines. It was located near the village of Bozi dar and extended to the German border.
From 1903 - 1915 he attended school in Prague and spent six months in Paris and four months in London.
In 1915, at the age of eighteen he and his father joined the army to fight in the Austro-Hungary conflict. He was promoted to Lieutenant in 1916 with division decorations. He continued as a Lieutenant in the army until 1919.
His education was quite extensive, graduating from the University of Banska Stiavnica in 1921, University of Prague in 1922 (engineering), University of Prague in 1926 (business/management). He also received a PhD in Philosophy.
Tony put together a document listing his education and experience in 1962:
"18 years in own family enterprise 'Domain Keilburg' i.e. agriculture, forests, mines located in district Jachymov/Bohemia. Employed 500 people in average management, organization, planning, reporting to co-workers, etc. I assisted my father from 1922-29 and worked independently as director till Nazi occupation 1939. During these years I served also as town-mayor and for two years as voluntary replacement teacher in local Senior High school teaching history/languages.
In 1939 arrested by Gestapo, escaped from forced labor camp in 1941 and joined Czech guerillas. After WW II, persecution by Communists, repeatedly arrested, all property taken (down to wedding rings) and marked for deportation: refugee 1948.
We waited in France for 3 ½ years for U.S. visas, meanwhile developing, managing a self-supported work. Community of not less than 150 refugee families of various backgrounds and nations. Activities: agricultural, husbandry, workshops, educational, languages.
Arrived in U.S. 1952 with no money and time to re-take here exams for American equivalents of Czech academic degrees. Worked as salesman, custodian, finally built my own restaurant in Denver, Colorado. Six years later sudden illness (foot injury) forced sale of restaurant April, 1916. Work now as self employed translator of French, German, Italian, Czech."
Tony married Anna Krisch in Prague, 1921. They traveled together to the United States in 1925 while Tony gained experience in mining. He was director of a mine near Pribramy, Bohemia 1926-1930.
He came back to America, Canada, Mexico, and Argentina in 1930-1931 to study mining. 1932-1935 he was director of a mining complex Saline Vizakna. He and Anna then moved to Banska Bystrica, Slovakia where he was mine director from 1935-1939.
In 1939 he was arrested by the Gestapo and placed in Theimwald labor camp from which he escaped July 22, 1941.
1941-1943 he was underground in Slovakia. 1943-1944 he was a member of army insurgents (rank of Captain) fighting in sector Podkar-Patska Russ.
The Domain Keilburg property was the site of numerous mines, including silver and uranium. During the 1920's Tony and Anna became close friends of Madam Curie as she purchased pitchblende from the Horak mines for her research.
DISCOVERY OF THE ARTIFACT
From the WW II diary of Antonin Horak:
October 21, 1944 - Saturday afternoon the remnants of our battalion (184 men and officers, a quarter wounded, 16 stretcher cases) were retreating through the snow of the north slope area Zegiestow. My company was the rear guard. At dawn Sunday, two 70mm opened up at us from close range - about 300 meters. Having held our position for 12 hours, I ordered a gradual breakup of the skirmish and a slip-off. But in our left trench someone became careless, and that drew two direct hits - shells, two wounded. Arriving there I bumped into the enemy, caught a bayonet and bullet.
I came to when someone was pulling me from the trench, a tall peasant. He packed snow on my wounds and grinned. Then this rough and ready Samaritan grabbed Jurek, stripped off his pants, yanked a long sliver of steel from his thigh, and planted him bare-bottomed and gasping into a heap of snow. Martin, with a slash across and into his belly was tenderly bandaged. Building a stretcher the peasant introduced himself as Slavek, a sheepman, owner of the pastures hereabouts. With Slavek hauling and guiding, it took us four hours to reach this cranny.
Slavek moved rocks in the cranny and opened a low cleft, the entrance to this roomy grotto. Placing Martin in a niche, we were astonished to see Slovek become ceremonious: he crossed himself, each of us, the grotto, and, with a deep bow, its back wall, where a hole came to my attention.
About to leave us, Slavek went through the same holy rites, and begged me not to go further into his cave. I accompanied him to fetch pine boughs, and he told me that only, with his father and grandfather, had he been in this cave; that it was a huge maze, full of pits which they never wanted to fathom, pockets of poisonous air, and "certainly haunted". I was back in the grotto with my men at about midnight, exhausted. Martin was unconscious, Jurek feverish. For breakfast-lunch-dinner he and I had hot water, and, thank God, I had my pipe. I placed warm stones around Martin, and Jurek got the first watch.
Miserable night. Martin at times conscious; I gave him 3 aspirins and hot water to sip with drops of Slivovitz. Jurek hobbled hungrily around the two German helmets in which he boiled water to which I added 10 drops of Slivovitz, our breakfast. With this deluge of snow, avalanches imminent, and enemy skiers roaming, Slavek may not be able to get through to us with food for days to come. And neither should I try hunting and track up the landscape while I have two immobilized men on my hands. But here we have this cave which Slavek knows only partially; it may have more than this known entrance, and it may contain hibernating animals. These possibilities I mulled over while Jurek was chewing pine bark, and, as expected, he implored me to go poaching into Slavek's cave and promised to keep mum. And I was not only starved but equally eager to find out what makes self-assured Slavek scared enough to invoke the Deities. I started my cave tour with rifle, lantern, torches, pick.
After a not too devious nor dangerous walk and some squeezings, always taking the easiest and marking side passages, I came, after about 1 ½ hours, into a long, level passage, and at its end upon a barrel-sized hole.
Crawling through and still kneeling, I froze in amazement-there stands something like a large, black silo, framed in white.
Regaining breath I thought that this is a bizarre, natural wall or curtain of black salt, or ice, or lava. But I became perplexed, then awestruck when I saw that is a glass-smooth flank of a seemingly man-made structure which reaches into the rocks on all sides. Beautifully, cylindrically curved it indicates a huge body with a diameter of about 25 meters. Where this structure and the rocks meet, large stalagmites and stalactites form that glittering white frame.
The wall is uniformly blue-blackish, its material seems to combine properties of steel, rubber-the pick made no marks and bounced off vigorously. Even the thought of a tower-sized artifact; embedded in rock in the middle of an obscure mountain, in a wild region where not even legend knows about ruins, mining, industry; overgrown with age-old cave deposits, is bewildering - the fact is appalling.
Not immediately discernable, a crack in the wall appears from below, about 20 to 25 cm wide, tapers off and disappears into the cave's ceiling, 2 to 5 cm wide. Its insides, right and left, are pitch black and have fist-sized, sharp valleys and crests. The crack's bottom is a rather smooth trough of yellow limestone, and drops off very steeply, about 60 degrees, into the wall. I threw a lighted torch through; it fell and extinguished with loud cracklings and hissings as if a white hot ploughshare were dropped into a bucket.
Driven to explore, and believing me thin enough to get through this upside-down keyhole, I went in. Wriggling sideways, injured hand and head below and steeply downward, nearly standing on my head, cramped, though my right arm with the lamp could move in the extended crack above me, the crush got the better of me and I had to get out, back, quickly. And that became a struggle. When out and breath regained, I was too fascinated by the whole riddle and determined to get at it. For the day I had enough and had to think about tactics.
I was in camp at about 4 p.m. Jurek had washed Martin, kept him between warm stones, and I gave him three aspirins and hot water with Slivovitz to sip. I explained to Jurek that the hunt in the cave requires much smoke, poles, and a rope. Thank God, Slovek and Hanka (Slavek's daughter) did come with provisions. When they left I accompanied them to fetch some torch boughs, was back in camp at about 2 a.m., dead tired, but finally we had eaten - Jurek too much - and I got the 2nd watch.
this story, by a scholar Antonin T. Horak has not been verified by hard evidence, but nor have most stories in the ufo world, I post it under Ancient Aliens as it is an oopart as far as I'm concerned, but never the less, a very good read so enjoy, meldrew.
THE CAVE IN SLOVAKIA
"I froze in amazement - there stands something like a large, black silo framed in white limestone formations. It is a glass- smooth flank of a seemingly man-made structure. Even the thought of a tower-sized artifact embedded in rock in the middle of an obscure mountain is bewildering." - Antonin T. Horak diary - October 23, 1944
Antonin T. Horak - Background & History
This report is about a man and his discovery of what may be an incredible artifact from the very distant past. He told only his wife of the find for twenty-one years to protect the unusual structure from "tomb robbers."
Tony Horak was born in Ville de Hermannstadt in the eastern area of the Czech Republic on July 7, 1897. Shortly after his birth he and his father and mother, Karl Horak, Anna Kocherova returned to the vast Horak property in Bohemia.
The property, known as Domain Keilburg, had been the family enterprise for many generations. The property included agriculture, forests and mines. It was located near the village of Bozi dar and extended to the German border.
From 1903 - 1915 he attended school in Prague and spent six months in Paris and four months in London.
In 1915, at the age of eighteen he and his father joined the army to fight in the Austro-Hungary conflict. He was promoted to Lieutenant in 1916 with division decorations. He continued as a Lieutenant in the army until 1919.
His education was quite extensive, graduating from the University of Banska Stiavnica in 1921, University of Prague in 1922 (engineering), University of Prague in 1926 (business/management). He also received a PhD in Philosophy.
Tony put together a document listing his education and experience in 1962:
"18 years in own family enterprise 'Domain Keilburg' i.e. agriculture, forests, mines located in district Jachymov/Bohemia. Employed 500 people in average management, organization, planning, reporting to co-workers, etc. I assisted my father from 1922-29 and worked independently as director till Nazi occupation 1939. During these years I served also as town-mayor and for two years as voluntary replacement teacher in local Senior High school teaching history/languages.
In 1939 arrested by Gestapo, escaped from forced labor camp in 1941 and joined Czech guerillas. After WW II, persecution by Communists, repeatedly arrested, all property taken (down to wedding rings) and marked for deportation: refugee 1948.
We waited in France for 3 ½ years for U.S. visas, meanwhile developing, managing a self-supported work. Community of not less than 150 refugee families of various backgrounds and nations. Activities: agricultural, husbandry, workshops, educational, languages.
Arrived in U.S. 1952 with no money and time to re-take here exams for American equivalents of Czech academic degrees. Worked as salesman, custodian, finally built my own restaurant in Denver, Colorado. Six years later sudden illness (foot injury) forced sale of restaurant April, 1916. Work now as self employed translator of French, German, Italian, Czech."
Tony married Anna Krisch in Prague, 1921. They traveled together to the United States in 1925 while Tony gained experience in mining. He was director of a mine near Pribramy, Bohemia 1926-1930.
He came back to America, Canada, Mexico, and Argentina in 1930-1931 to study mining. 1932-1935 he was director of a mining complex Saline Vizakna. He and Anna then moved to Banska Bystrica, Slovakia where he was mine director from 1935-1939.
In 1939 he was arrested by the Gestapo and placed in Theimwald labor camp from which he escaped July 22, 1941.
1941-1943 he was underground in Slovakia. 1943-1944 he was a member of army insurgents (rank of Captain) fighting in sector Podkar-Patska Russ.
The Domain Keilburg property was the site of numerous mines, including silver and uranium. During the 1920's Tony and Anna became close friends of Madam Curie as she purchased pitchblende from the Horak mines for her research.
DISCOVERY OF THE ARTIFACT
From the WW II diary of Antonin Horak:
October 21, 1944 - Saturday afternoon the remnants of our battalion (184 men and officers, a quarter wounded, 16 stretcher cases) were retreating through the snow of the north slope area Zegiestow. My company was the rear guard. At dawn Sunday, two 70mm opened up at us from close range - about 300 meters. Having held our position for 12 hours, I ordered a gradual breakup of the skirmish and a slip-off. But in our left trench someone became careless, and that drew two direct hits - shells, two wounded. Arriving there I bumped into the enemy, caught a bayonet and bullet.
I came to when someone was pulling me from the trench, a tall peasant. He packed snow on my wounds and grinned. Then this rough and ready Samaritan grabbed Jurek, stripped off his pants, yanked a long sliver of steel from his thigh, and planted him bare-bottomed and gasping into a heap of snow. Martin, with a slash across and into his belly was tenderly bandaged. Building a stretcher the peasant introduced himself as Slavek, a sheepman, owner of the pastures hereabouts. With Slavek hauling and guiding, it took us four hours to reach this cranny.
Slavek moved rocks in the cranny and opened a low cleft, the entrance to this roomy grotto. Placing Martin in a niche, we were astonished to see Slovek become ceremonious: he crossed himself, each of us, the grotto, and, with a deep bow, its back wall, where a hole came to my attention.
About to leave us, Slavek went through the same holy rites, and begged me not to go further into his cave. I accompanied him to fetch pine boughs, and he told me that only, with his father and grandfather, had he been in this cave; that it was a huge maze, full of pits which they never wanted to fathom, pockets of poisonous air, and "certainly haunted". I was back in the grotto with my men at about midnight, exhausted. Martin was unconscious, Jurek feverish. For breakfast-lunch-dinner he and I had hot water, and, thank God, I had my pipe. I placed warm stones around Martin, and Jurek got the first watch.
Miserable night. Martin at times conscious; I gave him 3 aspirins and hot water to sip with drops of Slivovitz. Jurek hobbled hungrily around the two German helmets in which he boiled water to which I added 10 drops of Slivovitz, our breakfast. With this deluge of snow, avalanches imminent, and enemy skiers roaming, Slavek may not be able to get through to us with food for days to come. And neither should I try hunting and track up the landscape while I have two immobilized men on my hands. But here we have this cave which Slavek knows only partially; it may have more than this known entrance, and it may contain hibernating animals. These possibilities I mulled over while Jurek was chewing pine bark, and, as expected, he implored me to go poaching into Slavek's cave and promised to keep mum. And I was not only starved but equally eager to find out what makes self-assured Slavek scared enough to invoke the Deities. I started my cave tour with rifle, lantern, torches, pick.
After a not too devious nor dangerous walk and some squeezings, always taking the easiest and marking side passages, I came, after about 1 ½ hours, into a long, level passage, and at its end upon a barrel-sized hole.
Crawling through and still kneeling, I froze in amazement-there stands something like a large, black silo, framed in white.
Regaining breath I thought that this is a bizarre, natural wall or curtain of black salt, or ice, or lava. But I became perplexed, then awestruck when I saw that is a glass-smooth flank of a seemingly man-made structure which reaches into the rocks on all sides. Beautifully, cylindrically curved it indicates a huge body with a diameter of about 25 meters. Where this structure and the rocks meet, large stalagmites and stalactites form that glittering white frame.
The wall is uniformly blue-blackish, its material seems to combine properties of steel, rubber-the pick made no marks and bounced off vigorously. Even the thought of a tower-sized artifact; embedded in rock in the middle of an obscure mountain, in a wild region where not even legend knows about ruins, mining, industry; overgrown with age-old cave deposits, is bewildering - the fact is appalling.
Not immediately discernable, a crack in the wall appears from below, about 20 to 25 cm wide, tapers off and disappears into the cave's ceiling, 2 to 5 cm wide. Its insides, right and left, are pitch black and have fist-sized, sharp valleys and crests. The crack's bottom is a rather smooth trough of yellow limestone, and drops off very steeply, about 60 degrees, into the wall. I threw a lighted torch through; it fell and extinguished with loud cracklings and hissings as if a white hot ploughshare were dropped into a bucket.
Driven to explore, and believing me thin enough to get through this upside-down keyhole, I went in. Wriggling sideways, injured hand and head below and steeply downward, nearly standing on my head, cramped, though my right arm with the lamp could move in the extended crack above me, the crush got the better of me and I had to get out, back, quickly. And that became a struggle. When out and breath regained, I was too fascinated by the whole riddle and determined to get at it. For the day I had enough and had to think about tactics.
I was in camp at about 4 p.m. Jurek had washed Martin, kept him between warm stones, and I gave him three aspirins and hot water with Slivovitz to sip. I explained to Jurek that the hunt in the cave requires much smoke, poles, and a rope. Thank God, Slovek and Hanka (Slavek's daughter) did come with provisions. When they left I accompanied them to fetch some torch boughs, was back in camp at about 2 a.m., dead tired, but finally we had eaten - Jurek too much - and I got the 2nd watch.