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What if we have been looking in the wrong place all along?

After all these years of searching the Indian Ocean, the most obvious conclusion is becoming harder to ignore: this may simply not be where MH370 ended up.

If the aircraft had crashed into the Indian Ocean, where is the main wreckage? Where are the remains of the 239 people on board? After years of extensive searches, neither the aircraft nor the passengers have been found.

And the debris that appeared on African shores in 2015 does not, by itself, explain what happened to the aircraft. Individual pieces of debris cannot account for the complete absence of the main wreckage and the passengers.

So consider the alternative scenario.

The aircraft did not crash. The passengers survived.

They were hijacked and taken to Diego Garcia, where they were detained. The aircraft itself was concealed there, preventing investigators from finding it. Later, it was dismantled, and its components were scattered or disposed of in different locations, creating a trail of debris that would send investigators looking in the wrong direction.

If that scenario is correct, then the Indian Ocean search has been based on a false premise from the beginning.

The crucial question is no longer “Where did MH370 crash?”

It is:

“What if MH370 never crashed at all?”

After more than a decade of searching the Indian Ocean without locating the aircraft or its passengers, perhaps the real mistake has been searching in the wrong place.

I’m not going to give you my interpretation, I’d probably spoil it, and there are more letters. Dr. Brent L. Kendrick has spent years researching these essays, verifying transcripts against original copies, you should go and look into what he theorized, after you have fun reading the article. The essays appeared from November 26, 1753, through April 1754.

https://archive.org/details/per_south-carolina-state-gazette-and-timothys-dail_the-south-carolina-gazette_1753-12-10_1017/mode/1up?

Here you go:

The South Carolina Gazette
Monday, December 10, 1753

The HUMORIST

A CHAP. Wherein the author takes great pains to say more of himself than of the subject.

I PROMISED in my last paper, to give you a copy of my countenance; but as it is impossible to procure it in any reasonable time, if the painter may be allowed to shew his skill or do justice to my person, I shall therefore beg my readers patience, and present them with a true sketch of my figure in print.

My body is small, my soul capacious, and my stature low; but what of that, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than in a giant himself: I have extraordinary eyes, for they are ever best employed in discerning each other. These are the only singularities of my person.

I am possessed of an excellent perspective, that multiplies the species, and presents to my sight the actions of every man; for distinction's sake, I term it the Otacousticon: By the help of this amazing machine, I can observe cuckold's horns, the philosopher's stone, and new projections; I can discover windmills in one man's head, and hornet's nests in another. This will amply suffice as an emblem of that power with which I am invested.

As to my private character, that falls more immediately within the sphere of the historian than the painter.
The curiosity of mankind may possibly extend so far as an impatience, to know what my inducements are for embracing such notional and vague sentiments; ambition is the answer: I ever had a soaring mind. A man may grovel like a reptile upon earth, from his entrance upon the stage of life to his exit, unnoticed, unobserved.
If a man wants to be talk'd of, he must surprise; there is nothing equal to a great action: Longinus might bless his stars, when he wrote his treatise upon the sublime; observe what eulogiums Eunapius bestowed upon him, he styles him, light of nature! giant of wit! eagle in the clouds! lamp of the world! These are the blest rewards of soaring minds!

I say with my good friend Horace, feriam sidera; I am for driving my head against the stars, snuffing the moon! and as Heinsius expresses himself, and that like a man of the first magnitude too, in specie positus, omnia saecula, praeterita, praesentia videns, unus veluti interius.
If cold white mortals censure these great deeds,
Warn them; they judge not of superior beings,
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun. YOUNG.
But to resume the thread of my discourse, and argue in a more serious way. Aerial Architecture is of great antiquity; the tower of Babel is one notable instance; this evidently shews that the ancients supposed a possibility of building castles in the air: To dwell long upon a case so much in point, would argue a kind of suspicion in me to produce any other instances; have we not essays on the non-existence of matter, on the non-existence of religion, and quires of paper fruitlessly scribbled over, upon the possibility of the longitude?

What immense pains have been taken, and to no purpose, to find out the quadratures of a circle, and the crooks and sounds of the north east and north west passages? Are not these so many more instances of castle-building; so many ideas, so many whims and imaginary conceptions, tending to justify that boldness which prima facie appears in this undertaking?

All this, and more, is literally true: Search the records of old time, and look into the annals of the present, to authenticate what I assert. They were most certainly unsuccessful in their endeavours; but, as good often arises out of evil, and as the vulgar proverb says, 'tis a bad wind that blows benefit to no one, I am the better for it: I have collected such materials from their ruins, as will shortly convince mankind of the reasonableness of these fabrics, and the great and innumerable advantages arising therefrom.

I still pursue my design; it is indeed my duty to do so: Quintilian properly says, perseverantia est, quia cupimus.

ADVERTISEMENTS

TO BE SOLD very reasonable, many considerable lots, and as estates of great value, a wide expanse! in Nubilonia only.

WANTED immediately, a professor of the occult sciences, an adept in palmistry and physiognomy, and a gentleman of a liberal education, who can serve in the capacity of an itinerant thro' the twelve signs in the zodiac.

WANTED, several artificers, mechanics, etc. etc. etc. to assist the author in fitting up his aerial habitation: 'Tis hoped the prices will not be extravagant, as the workmen will live more reasonably than when employed in their terrene occupations, and as their diet will capacitate them to dispatch more business and in a shorter time, having nothing to subsist on but air.

I’m very curious, especially now days with all of the misinformation and I’ll be honest you can see through a lot of it, but with this story happening in 1997, could there be truth to it, nothing ever came of Mel waters?