The Georgia Guidestones: The Sinister American Wonder (Part 2)
In part 1 of The Georgia Guidestones: The Sinister American Wonder, we discussed what exactly the Georgia Guidestones are in the most basic of terms. At first look, the Guidestones are a granite structure made up of five huge tablets (erected on a hill in Eberton, Georgia) which feature a list of ten messages, apparently about the nature of running a society, inscribed in multiple world languages. However, as interesting as the mere existence of these mysterious tablets are, the mystery behind them is even more fascinating and to truly start to speculate as to the meaning of the structure, we must recount the story of R.C. Christian and the construction of the Guidestones.
The mystery of the Georgia Guidestones begins in the offices of Elberton Granite Finishing, where on a summer day in 1979, a well dressed older gentleman, who no one in Elberton had ever laid eyes on before, walked in and had an interesting project for company president Joe Fendley: a large astronomically aligned structure consisting of stones larger than any that had been quarried in the county before, and cut to very exact specifications. The mystery man called himself R.C. Christian, and claimed that he represented a “small group of loyal Americans.” Of course, Fendley was taken aback by the huge undertaking that had just crossed his desk, so he asked the question that is still being asked to this day: What’s the purpose of the structure? Christian’s answer, although not exact, shed some of the only light on the mystery that we have to this day. He said the structure would serve as a compass, a calendar, and a clock, that it would be engraved with a set of guides in eight of the world’s major languages, and most tellingly, that it would have to be capable of withstanding any major catastrophic event, so that what remained of society after such an event, would be able to use those guides to rebuild a society better than the one that they had survived.
Thinking that Christian was nothing more than a nutcase with a well practiced schtick, Fendley attempted to deflect him by explaining that he couldn’t take on such a project without a guarantee that it would be funded. In response, Christian requested that he be sent to the most trustworthy banker that Fendley knew. Fendley sent him to local Bank President, Wyatt Martin, a man who would come to know R.C. Christian better than anyone else on record
Just like Fendley before him, Martin thought at first that Christian was a crazy person, but his fancy suit and well spoken demeanor soon began to sway his opinion of his new client, and he was intrigued and even further drawn in when Christian admitted that his name was merely a pseudonym. Soon after their first meeting, the two would agree that Martin would be privy to Christian’s real name and info for legal purposes, but that he would sign an agreement to never share what he knew, and that he would serve as an intermediary for Christian in all matters concerning the Guidestone’s construction from then on. Shortly after, as money for the Guidestones started coming in from banks all over the country (Christian did this to insure that his identity couldn’t be traced) Martin and Fendley helped Christian secure the land for his project, and with that, the construction and eventual existence of the Guidestones was set in stone (no pun intended.) Fendley saw Christian just one more time, as he came by the office to drop off specifications and a model for the project, leaving without even shaking the granite man’s hand; only saying, “You’ll never see me again” as he walked out. He wasn’t lying; Fendley, and for that matter nobody in Elberton, would ever see R.C. Christian again, except for Wyatt Martin.
So goes the story of the construction of one of America’s great mysteries, but the story doesn’t end with the Guidestone’s going up (which they did in March of 1980), or with Christian eventually signing over the land that housed the stones to the county (he suspected, rightfully since they still stand to this day, that civic pride would insure the stones stay up.) In fact, the story of the Georgia Guidestones remaining chapters are still being written…in pencil, with an eraser always handy as speculation about what they really represent and who R.C. Christian really was constantly swirls. What theories have all this speculation led to? Find out next time in part 3 of The Georgia Guidestones: The Sinister American Wonder.