Dowsing Discoveries: Finding Water and Other Mysteries

By REX B. VALENTINE

Dowsing Discoveries: Finding Water and Other Mysteries is a compilation of Rex Valentines 45 years of exciting experiences as a professional Dowser. This how to book includes true accounts of his life, from learning how to locate water in his community to becoming a widely known Dowser in Western Washington, capable of finding lost people, remote viewing, map dowsing, and oil and gold location.
This book also details Mr. Valentines amazing discovery of what he believes to be an extensive Ancient Civilization in the area extending from the Pacific Ocean to the Cascade Mountain Range, centering around Olympia, Washington.
Tied into the mysterious Mima Mounds, his theory brings to life the possibility of a huge progressive civilization thriving, warring, and vanishing several thousand years ago.
This is a tantalizing book, allowing you, the reader, to experience and know about the unknown. As you read, Allow yourself to know, and wonder!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 4, 2009
• ISBN: 9781477163153

REX B. VALENTINE

Rex B. Valentine has been a professional dowser in Western Washington for over 45 years. He has used his skills from Alaska to India to find water, gold, oil, missing persons and ancient burial sites. His previously published works include Rutabaga Patch, a collection of narrative poems revealing true adventures from his early farm life; Tiddlywinks, The Little Horse With Three Ears, a charming children’s book which teaches we shouldn’t make fun of those who are different in some way; Sing the Songs of Redeeming Love, a collection of original gospel songs for which Rex wrote both words and music; and several pieces of choral music. His poetry has won both national and international awards. A retired realtor, Rex lives with his wife, Diane, on an active cattle farm near Elma, Washington.

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Copyright © 2009 by Rex B. Valentine.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

A Surprising Discovery

Chapter 2

More Exciting Experiences Finding Water

Chapter 3

Artesian Wells

Chapter 4

American Society of

Dowsers Convention

Chapter 5

Some Exciting Discoveries

Chapter 6

Exploring Mind Perceptions

Chapter 7

Where Was The Lost Boy?

Chapter 8

A Chance To Be A Doodlebugger

Chapter 9

Another Boy Disappears

Chapter 10

Unlocking More of the

Earth’s Secrets With Dowsing

Chapter 11

Checking for Noxious Rays

Chapter 12

Some People Can Learn To Dowse

Chapter 13

Dealing With Iron and Salt Water

Chapter 14

Proceed With Faith

Chapter 15

The Television Program

Chapter 16

More and More Graves

Chapter 17

The Daily World Spreads The Word

Chapter 18

Finding Water; How It Is Done

Chapter 19

Oil and Water

Chapter 20

The Mima Mounds

Chapter 21

Dowsing Can Solve

Many Questions and Mysteries

Acknowledgements

Index of Pictures

and Diagrams

Index of Poems

Chapter 1

A Surprising Discovery

Our well has gone dry!! So said a voice on the phone. It was March of 1963. That voice was from the renter of my farm, located about 3½ miles west of Oakville, Washington. It fronted State Highway 12 along Cedar Creek in one of the prettiest parts of Western Washington.

Anxious to get water to my renter with his large family, I hurried to their place and checked out the pump, electricity and other things that might have gone wrong. But my renter was right. The 52 foot deep well had suddenly lost its water.

I called Mike Michaels of Michaels Drilling Company in Shelton, Washington, and engaged his services to drill a new well. Mike soon was there and began drilling in the old orchard about a hundred feet from the now dry well, which was about 52 feet deep. The ground was clear with deep layers of topsoil and subsoil over heavy basalt rock. Mike had a pounder drilling machine that forced its way down through the rock by a steady pounding with the heavy iron drill bit. This made for very slow going. Some days he could only make 20 to 25 feet.

I was raising a big family on my own farm just south of Satsop, Washington. I had no extra money, though I was a very successful Realtor, owning a half interest in Lucke Real Estate Agency in Elma, Washington. After a few days drilling, Mike came into my office with the bad news. He quietly told me he thought he was wasting my money drilling at that site. He had no sign of water at 90 feet. I told him I had to have water or I would lose my renter and the rental farm income with that loss. I asked him if there might be a better way to find a place to drill where we would hit water. He replied that there was an old man in his eighties in Olympia who had located wells successfully for him before. He said this Harry Andrews was in poor health and couldn’t drive a car, so I would have to pick him up in Olympia, bring him down to the farm and take him home. I quickly headed for the old water witcher’s house, about 40 miles away.

When I was a small boy my grandmother, Laura Jane (Ridings) Easter, took three of her grandchildren out into the yard beside her house and, with a Y stick, showed us how the dipping stick indicated underground water. It was hard for me to believe it, but I knew Grandma Easter wouldn’t lie. This was the first I had heard of water witching since then.

When we arrived at my rental farm, he immediately walked over to a little grove of vine maple saplings and cut a small even fork in the shape of a Y. I asked him to cut one for me also, which he did. Then he went up to the plateau about 15 feet in elevation above the house and barn where we had been drilling.

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He circled around in the orchard and just south of it, holding onto the forks of the Y stick. I saw his stick dip and point to the ground; mine reacted similarly when I walked over the same area. It thrilled me to think that I might be able to locate water! I soon realized that the heavy pull forward and downward on the Y stick indicated I was walking over an underground stream. That fascinated me!

Harry found where two of the biggest underground veins came together or one crossed over the other, and put a stake in the ground to mark the spot. He said, Drill here and you will hit plenty of water. I asked him if he knew how deep we would have to go and he said, No, I don’t guess the depth, but it isn’t very deep. I hoped he would teach me more of what he had done, but he didn’t seem interested. I took him home. When I asked him what I owed him, he said $5.00. I paid him, not really knowing if he had solved my water problem or not. The spot he staked was less than a hundred feet from our last dry hole.

Mike Michaels moved right over to our new location, set up his machine and began drilling. I noticed he had a much more positive attitude this time. In fact, his face showed an eagerness and an anticipation I hadn’t seen before.

After a couple days, Mike came to my office again. He was beaming with excitement. He told me he had hit 50 gallons of water per minute at a depth of only 73 feet, right in that basalt rock. I was ecstatic! Although he had to agree to take monthly payments from me for the cost of that last hole, he didn’t seem to mind. I moved the pump over from the old dry well and my farm renters had a wonderful supply of cold, clear water. Today, the well still produces as it did then.

I thought a lot about that exciting day when Harry located my well. Soon I decided I must learn the valuable trade of finding water for others, and so began seriously practicing with my Y stick. When I decided I was ready to dive into the water locating business, I called Buck Williams who lived in Central Park, Washington, between Aberdeen and Montesano, Washington, and owned Williams Well Drilling. He said he didn’t really believe in water witching but he was curious enough to let me experiment with him and a client he was going to drill for the next morning on Hokanson Road, about three miles south of Elma. He gave me the address and told me to be there at 9:00 AM.

I was there a little early. To my surprise, it was the new home of John and Maxine Isaacson. Maxine (Valentine) Isaacson was a first cousin of mine. That made it a lot easier for me. They seemed to be intrigued to think I might help them find water. They gave me an area to check over. I was nervous. To the surprise of all of us, I found a good heavy pull of my stick very close to where they wanted the well. Buck Williams suddenly said, How deep is it? Instantly, 63 feet came into my mind, so I blurted out, 63 feet.

Mr. Williams soon set up his rig at the spot I had marked and began drilling. He had an old pounder machine. The ground was soft. The drilling was begun and so was my dowsing career. By the end of the day he had hit the water, a huge aquifer at 62 feet!! Although I desperately hoped I would be right, it was still a shock and a great thrill