Discovery at Elijah’s Hill: — טורא דמרי אליא

The 7 Bronze Plates and 111 Statements of Jesus

Witness Log: The 1994 Discovery

Forensic Provenance: JT-94-01-Alpha The clearing of טורא דמרי אליא (Elijah’s Hill)—situated within the Northern Levantine corridor at the site of בית עניא (Bēth ‘Anyā)—was initiated by Prince Ghazi bin Muhammad of Jordan in 1994.

What had been a wasteland of heavy landmining since the 1967 Six-Day War was to be reclaimed.

Before the primary demining force (Jordan’s Royal Engineering Corps (REC)) was deployed (1994-11-20) and days within the signing of the peace treaty on 1994-10-28, I was in-country to conduct a solo initial technical survey of Elijah’s Hill and surrounding areas in preparation and support of Anti-Personnel & Anti-Armor Demining.

It was on this first day-long survey, (1994-11-11) employing an advanced magnetometer, that I discovered the artifact.

Had the seven engraved bronze plates not been housed in their unique Class I Lodestone (Fe₃O₄) container, producing the magnetic anomaly, I would not have found them.

To understand my decision to retain this item, I must inform you of a conversation I had with the project’s Jordanian liaison upon my arrival in the country.

He told me that were I to discover any relics while engaged in my initial or subsequent surveys, that he would sell them through his contacts and share the money with me.

This statement, intended to suborn my collusion, instead informed me that anything that I would find and share with him or his office would be bartered on the black market and might well be lost altogether.

I could have no idea what I would discover.

I was already old, even in the 1990s. I am now ancient, at least in human terms.

I have kept this item safe, complete and undamaged; discreetly coordinating research via known trustworthy individuals.

Having learned from the mistakes of others who overshared photographs and thereby informed the many counterfeits of the Dead Sea Scrolls, I will not release photographs.

I have arranged for the release of the entire artifact and the complete mass of evidence upon my death.

I understand it took 54 years to fully release the text of the Dead Sea Scrolls.

The full text of the Jesus Direct Artifact as well as a detailed overview of the Forensic Results are now freely available on this website.

In 1994, תלא דנזוזא (Tēlā d’Nāzūzā) was a lifeless landscape of lethal silence. Situated within the Northern Levantine corridor at the site of בית עניא (Bēth ‘Anyā), the area was a restricted military zone—a graveyard of old conflicts that inadvertently protected the 33 CE Signal from modern interference.

I was performing the initial sweep of Tell el-Kharrar (its designation in 1994) and finalizing a plan to reclaim the area for life. 

My world that day was five feet wide and an inch deep, my eyes locked on the sun-bleached marl, searching for the slight heave in the earth that whispered PROM-1 or the shadow of a No. 4.

Suddenly, the steady hum in my headphones vanished, replaced by a violent screech.

My magnetometer wasn’t just signaling, it was screaming. 

I froze. The reading was massive. 

It defied the logic of the field.

The signal was too large for a mine, too vast even for the heavy steel gut of an M15.

Then came the dipole: a sharp, aggressive spike of positive energy followed by a sudden, hollow negative well. 

It was a magnetic signature I didn’t recognize—a shape in the dark beneath I couldn’t name.

I felt the desert heat press against my neck. 

I reached for my probe—the stainless-steel needle that had become, through years of fear and focus, an extension of my own nervous system. 

I knelt, the visor of my helmet fogging slightly with my breath, and began the ritual.

I inserted the probe at the usual thirty degrees, my dominant hand vibrating with a refined, surgical intuition. 

Poke. Breath. Slide.

Every inch was a negotiation with providence. 

Then, it happened: a hollow, non-metallic click.

It wasn’t the dull thud of a large rock or the ring of a steel casing. It was something else.

I set the probe aside and began to work with my brush, move by move, like a surgeon over an open chest. 

The wind suddenly died.

The silence became absolute. 

I realized then that I was sweating profusely—not only from the 110-degree sun, but from the sudden, heavy realization that I was touching something intentional.

Beneath the dust, I uncovered a puzzle.

Fist-sized rocks of varying shapes had been fitted together with precision into a narrow fissure in the bedrock. 

This wasn’t the chaos of nature; this was a deliberate act of concealment.

I began to lift the stones, my fingers trembling with the effort not to let a single grain of sand fall into the dark crack below.

Once the stones were clear, I probed the void.

Nothing.

I felt a chill that had no business being in the Jordan Valley on that scorching day.

I screwed an extension onto my probe, lengthening my reach into the unknown.

Then I pushed deeper into the throat of the hill and touched it.

It felt like rock, but it was too smooth.

It felt like a M15 mine, but the dimensions and the feel were wrong.

It was a regular, intentional shape that shouldn’t have existed in that stratigraphic layer. 

Every instinct of self-preservation I possessed—the years of training that told me to mark the site, turn around, and walk away—was screaming at me to stop.

But stronger yet, was the need to know, heavier than fear. 

I can’t explain why I pressed on. 

I only knew that something inside me was demanding an answer. 

At last, I reached into the earth, moving past the edge of the known world, and pulled.

The Jesus Direct Artifact (JT-94-01-A) is the answer to that silence.