In this day in age of conspiracy theories, of amateur internet sleuths and of forced transparency, it always surprises me the amount of people who don’t know just how dark and disturbing both the history, and the current happenings of Denver International Airport are.
In fact, I’m doubly surprised at how anyone could pass through there–even if only connecting–and not walking away going “Okay, but what in the actual fuck.”
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Since its opening in 1995, the Mile High City’s airport has already garnered worldwide attention for its size (53 square miles – largest in the US) and its cost (4.8 billion – 2 billion more than originally planned). But despite the enormous cost + controversial use of land, people were excited to experience Denver’s new airport.
That is, until people started looking around.
And then started asking around.
That’s when things began to get weird.
Like New World Order + Nazi + aliens + Masonic + demonic weird.
What sounds like a Dan Brown introduction isn’t.
It’s all true.
To start, the runway. Designed as the “antithesis” to the former airport—Stapleton, famous for its bad layout—must have made sense on paper. An almost right-angled spider, with five legs bending outwards and different angles, cutting down on overlapping traffic. Great. But it’s also a swastika.
But we’re only getting started.
Let’s consider the 32-foot tall blue horse with sinister glowing eyes that greets you upon your entrance into the airport. Created by famed artist Luis Jiminez, who claimed its appearance to “represent the wild spirit of the old American West”. And while Jiminez was proud of his creation, he probably wouldn’t have been happy to hear of its local nickname: Blucifer.
I use the past tense because Jimizez never got to see it completed. He died. Blucifer killed him. Head fell right on him. Severed an artery. But whomever [or – whatever] had the power to make the decisions for Denver International Airport insisted it stay up. That’s like your neighbor being impaled by your evil picket fence and your husband refusing to take it down because he paid a lot of money for it on Etsy.
But, again... this is just the beginning of your introduction to a Definitely Illuminati Base.
Let’s say you choose to look past an anti-Semitic runway + a murderous horse sculpture and head on into the airport. What’s there to greet you? A nice dedication plaque. Nothing strange there, of course. Lots of places have plaques. And sure, The Freemasons are behind this one, and sure, they have more conspiracies about them than a dozen Denver airports, but they’re good people. We can’t be afraid of the Masons, what with their good deeds and handy jars.
So yes, a Masonic dedication marker in DIA. But seeing how they built everything and their name is on almost everything, we can hardly fault them. So that one doesn’t really count. But, hold up, what’s that below their inscription? Oh, just a mention of the New World Airport Commission.
Hardly scary, though. People love commissions! It’s in little print as well, so how important can it be, anyway? Except that the “New World Airport Commission” doesn’t exist. It never existed. And no one can explain how it ever got there in the first place. As to the design of the marker, it’s eerily similar to an alien control panel, no? And what is this entire plaque covering? A time capsule to be opened in 2094. Mark your calendars, seeing how nothing bad could possibly happen in Denver in 2094.
In the name of fairness, though, I contacted Jeremy Lakey - Master Mason 32°, Master of the Royal Secret (CONFIRM) – to ask him about it.
“We’ll cornerstone pretty much anything if asked” Lakey explained, “take any walk around any downtown and you’ll see Masonic cornerstones. And as to the ‘New World’ references, this was simply a term back then for the United States.
“Don’t get me wrong, these are fun conspiracy theories, but it’s bordering on Hanlon’s Razor*” (an aphorism that basically says not to attribute malice to that which is adequately explained by stupidity).
Fair enough.
And with respect to the Masons, anytime their name is mentioned, we automatically assume black helicopters + government cover-ups, so let’s move on.
Passing through the ominously-named “Great Hall”, you’ll then find yourself looking up at the vivid artwork of Leo Tanguma’s two murals. What colors! What vision! WHAT IS THAT SOLDIER IN THE DEATH MASK DOING TO THOSE KIDS AND WHY IS HE ALSO STABBING THAT DOVE?!
Tanguma stated that this is simply “children dreaming of peace” and who are we to step on artistic interpretation of anyone, but – again – in a place where I have to remove my shoes, belt, hat, loose change + where I then must be x-rayed + have to turn my phone to Airplane mode, is a colorful canvas of chaos and destruction really the best choice?
It’s also worth mentioning that there are three more murals in DIA by the same artist.
One of them depicts a bunch of kids in coffins.
Another one features the remainder of humanity in a wasteland of dystopia after killing the gas masked guy.
Annnnnd one more happy multi-colored and -cultural scene all gathered around some holy plant or whatever.
Welcome to Denver!
But those aren’t the only disturbing pieces of artwork.
On another wall hangs what would appear to be one of those old-timey looking photos. A “My sister Gail” description from 1962 at the bottom—Gail there with her face strangely covered in a white light, depending on where you stand. She poses near a sign for where a meteorite hit. Suspicious? I mean, maybe. We’ve long been programmed to wonder what really lives inside those space rocks.
But it’s not this that has conspiracy theorists losing their minds, it’s Gail’s right hand. Look closely and you’ll see her left one is concurrent with her skin tone, but the right hand is darker, possibly-scaly, probably extraterrestrial.
Her name probably isn’t Gail.
By now, you’ve probably had enough and it’s time to go. You quickly walk to baggage claim where you’ll collect your suitcase. This would seemingly be the safest spot, right? Near the exit, lots of people, etc. Except that it’s here where an evil gargoyle looks down on you from an underworld attaché. A gargoyle, as in “protector of secrets” gargoyle.
And if that wasn’t enough, you take a few steps back and then suddenly realize that the light is positioned to make his shadow look like a UFO. And, again, no explanation here from the authorities. You want a harbinger of evil being the last thing people see before they leave? You got it.
And while we’re on the topic of baggage claim, let’s look at another inexplicable feature of DIA: The futuristic automated baggage system – a collection of bar codes and tunnels that would have bags sent straight to their owners. It came at a price of 193 million, but it was worth it. Or would have been worth it, we should say. It never really worked well, and the entire system was shut down in 2005. So what happened to it? Why wasn’t it fixed? No one is for certain. But at almost $200 million, some (most?) would ask why doesn’t someone demand it be fixed? Again, silence. Which is when another wild conspiracy comes into play: The automated system was just a red herring, and the real reason for those tunnels connects the airport to something else…
Something that seemingly sets a platform for all of these other stories:
Buried buildings.
See, when construction first began on DIA, five large buildings were built. But built incorrectly.
Five of them.
Built the wrong way.
Okay, sure.
Things go wrong.
Places are built in the wrong area, so what do you do?
Demolish them, right?
Wrong.
They were buried.
Right underneath where DIA stands.
Buried.
And this was something only found out because one of the construction workers blew the whistle on it.
His name?
We don’t know.
His now whereabouts?
Also unknown.
But since his testimony, local officials have admitted to yes – there are buildings beneath the surface, but they’re for “storage”.
Great, thanks.
And if all of that wasn’t enough, how about a few more oddities:
The unknown markings on the floor of C Gate, officially described as “Native American Hieroglyphics”. But when asked, Native Americans say “Nope”. Unofficially, they seem to point to a bridge between planets, an undiscovered language, or an algorithm to space travel.
The floor in the Great Hall has a tile with “Au Ag'' sketched into it. Au Ag is commonly the two symbols for gold and silver – a nod to Colorado’s past. But, with a bit of digging, you’ll find out that one of the airport’s biggest donors, Baruch Samuel Blumberg, who made his name by discovering a new strain of Hepatitis – one so powerful it could easily be used in biological warfare. And the name of said strand? Australia Antigen… also known as “Au Ag”.
In another room, a dark marble tile is engraved with a leaf and the words “BESH DIT GAII” – Navaho for “white metal”. And where is this rare element most commonly found? Asteroids. [See: Gail]
More not-so-random Navajo markings? How about “SISNAAJINI” – “white mountain”. Nothing weird about that, right? Except that Mt. Blanca is the spot in Colorado that has always been thought of as an alien base. It may be true it may not, but then what other reason would an airport have to mention it—twice, actually, as there's another tile on the other end of the airport that simply reads “Mt. Blanca''.
Still not changing your connecting flight?
Okay, let’s look at February 2007 when 13 airplane windshields inexplicably cracked. Officially, the cause was “high winds”, but no other neighboring airports had any reports of damage, nor did any weather reports or bird flight patterns concur. In 2008, several passengers were injured when a plane – again, inexplicably – burst into flames. Official cause was a “cracked fuselage”, but this is something that would have shown up in a pre-flight check. Eye-rollers will say this was simply caused by high/low frequencies coming from the airport. To which tin-foil hatters point out that pulses can’t shatter windows and are only used to remotely detonate explosives.
The list goes on-and-on.
Simply Googling “Denver Airport” + seeing the search suggestions will tell you the depths of these theories. The biggest one being as to why, on September 27th, 2011 – when Comet Elein missed the earth by 22 miles – was President Obama ushered to [dramatic pause] an undisclosed area in Denver.
On and on and on.
Down and down and further down.
But that’s fine.
You go ahead and just continue flying into Denver International Airport.
