Hussunash & kommuks

These are Kommuks.

I don't know what they are, but I have named them.

Let's start from the beginning. Everyone knows that there are no pre-Columbian ruins in New England. There are ruins in Ohio and west, (The Mound Builders). But this side of the Alleghenies, somehow the Algonquin just couldn't figure out how to make piles of rocks;--it must have been some sort of constitutional infirmity, they just couldn't manage to put one rock on top of another.

At least, that's what we're told.

Therefore, every single rock-on-rock combination you can ever find in New England cannot be Algonquin. It's perfect pre-emptive reasoning.

Every rock-on-rock combination must therefore be of English colonist creation. For an example, in the picture above, we are told that we are to believe that an English colonist farmer was simply trying to clear his fields of stone. Just like all those farmer's stone walls around the perimeter of every New England field was built up by farmers dragging stones to the edge of the field; this is the same thing, only he made these piles in the middle of the field.

Except that's just insane. Look at those rockpiles. Look at them. Why are they so neat? Why the hell would a farmer make piles like that? (They're actually fustra, or bottom ends of cones.) Why did our farmer here make neatly organized fustra out of his rocks? Or are we looking at something else? Something that isn't supposed to exist. Pre-Columbian ruins in New England. Our universities, our archaeologists, tell us that there are no such things.

So, the Kommuks you're looking at don't exist.

They're not there.

They're shadows of nothingness.

Why Kommuk? The word is derived from the Algonquin, kommuk meaning a building or tower. In general, all rock-on-rock combinations of the clearly-its-not-farmer-yet-it-exists-anyway variety are hussunash, from the Algonquin, hussunash meaning stones. We use these words to talk about them because people were making up a lot of weird words for them out of European archaeology and elsewhere which were wholly inappropriate.

Since May of 2006, I have been cataloging these things across New England. So far I am up to about 30 kommuk, about 600 hussunash of all kinds, and about 300 other associated oddities and anomalies. It's fun. I'll have a LOT more to say about hussunash some day, (hopefully soon), but more than will neatly go into this blog.

Yes, I did say 600. That's a lot, isn't it? These things are all over the place---if you know where and how to look. I've gotten to the point where I can spot them from a moving car at 60, because I know where to look. I know my people now, the hussunash people; I don't know who they were, but I do know how they think.


Here's another kommuk. It's about 12 feet tall. Of course, it was made by farmers stacking up stones on the perimeter of their field. Although, if you look where it is, that isn't in a field, the nearest flat land is a couple hundred yards off, but just because the official word makes absolutely no sense, that doesn't mean it isn't absolutely true.

Another kommuk. And it, too, doesn't exist.

You don't believe me? Don't. Don't believe me. These things do not exist. Just pretend you didn't read this post. It's all fiction. Nevermind. These are not the piles of rock you're looking for.