Guidestones & Monoliths —What Aren’t We Being Told This Time?!

The Rise of the Silent Monoliths

And here’s where it gets even stranger. As the Guidestones fell, monoliths began to rise.

Starting in late 2020, tall, shiny, thin metallic rectangles began popping up across the globe—from the deserts of Utah, to the peaks of Romania, to the heart of California, and most recently, even near Las Vegas ([NPR](https://www.npr.org/2024/06/26/nx-s1-5017575/monolith-las-vegas-mystery-objects)). No inscriptions. No explanations. Just cold, mirrored slabs appearing overnight and vanishing just as suddenly.

And here’s the kicker: in an age where every move is tracked by drones, satellites, surveillance cameras, and endless social feeds—no one knows who is putting them there, or why. Officials shrug, onlookers speculate, and conspiracy swells. Some say they’re art projects, others that they’re hoaxes multiplied by imitators. But let’s be honest—when has Uncle Sam ever told the public the full story? With America’s speckled history of lying—be it UFOs, MK-Ultra, or false wars—why should we trust that these monoliths are simply “art installations”?

Maybe they are meaningless copycats. Maybe they’re something deeper—a quiet communication, a psychological test, or a hidden hand at play. Either way, the pattern is undeniable: as one cryptic monument was erased, others rose in its place—equally mysterious, equally defiant, equally silent.

A Reckoning with Hesitation and Ideals

I still feel justified in my regret—hesitating is expensive. Not just in missed travel. It’s expensive in lost context, lost dialogue, lost meaning. When you finally could make the trip—to understand, to reflect—the stones were already destroyed. And all that remains is a void where a challenge once stood.

But perhaps the new monoliths signal something larger. Perhaps humanity has an instinctive urge to plant enigmas into the world, to force reflection—even if those enigmas unsettle more than they clarify.

We build monuments not because they last forever, but because they challenge us while they do. The Guidestones were shattered. The monoliths are multiplying. Both mirror a simple truth: Humanity needs mystery, even if it doesn’t know what to do with it. Maybe that void is the point: the Guidestones were never just granite—they were invitation and accusation. To build—or to destroy. To ponder—or to ignore. The ultimate contempt lies not in the hands that bombed them, but in our collective failure to wrestle with the questions they posed.

We build monuments not because they last forever, but because they challenge us while they do. We failed this one—not by tearing it down, but by letting hesitation outlive it. The ambiguity of the explosion—no suspect, no explanation—hangs like a shameful echo: a time capsule of societal cowardice. Let this be a call: hesitate less, think more, act with purpose. Because sometimes, the thing you delay isn’t just a visit—it’s a confrontation with consequences that can’t be rebuilt once they vanish. So, ask yourself—next time something strange rises up in front of us, will you hesitate? Or will you confront it before it disappears?

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The Georgia Guidestones: A Tombstone for Hesitation—and Humanity

The Georgia Guidestones stood silent and immovable for over four decades—a provocative testament to our ambitions and blind spots. Erected in 1980 on a lonely red clay knoll in Elbert County, Georgia, this 19-foot granite cipher––often dubbed “America’s Stonehenge”––was a precise instrument of time and ideology. Alongside astronomical notches that tracked solstices and sunbeams, the structure bore ten cryptic commandments in eight major world languages—their cosmic call for a post-apocalyptic reset felt more like a dare than hope.

Yet its greatest power was not in its granite mass or alignment, but in its chilling silence. Who was the man behind the pseudonym “R.C. Christian”? The only living intermediaries—banker Wyatt Martin and stone-mason Joe Fendley—remained tight-lipped, bound by a “gentleman’s agreement.” The mystery invited myth: Was it a member of a secretive sect? A disciple of the Rosicrucians, cloaked in coded initials? Or something darker?

Whispered theories abound. Many point fingers at Herbert H. Kersten, a physician from Iowa whose letters, uncovered in a doc’s return-address, echo the monument’s ideology and hint at white-supremacist leanings. The notion that this was a blueprint for humanity, claimed rationality for population control, or even eugenics—those ideals didn’t fade into benign mysticism. They rotted quietly as global anxiety and conspiracy drew closer.

And then came the explosion—on the morning of July 6, 2022, a bomb obliterated one of the wings and the capstone, reducing what remained to rubble by day's end. The Georgia Bureau of Investigation released surveillance video of a fleeing vehicle, but still, no suspect, no motive, no justice—the stones now lie in storage, their remains a silent indictment of our refusal to confront our own inertia.

What’s more unsettling than the act? The inaction after. There’s been no arrest, no answers. Rural Georgia—and the country that watched its destruction—just let it fade. The void left by hesitation came full circle: The monument that urged us to “guide reproduction wisely,” “avoid petty laws,” or “be not a cancer on Earth” is now gone, stripped of the opportunity to challenge or guide us as it was meant to.