I AM BARLOWE CROSS.

My name is Andrew Barlowe Cross but everyone just calls me Barlowe.

Back in the 80’s I was a radio personality and the star of the BARLOWE IN THE MORNING SHOW, broadcast out of Oneida, NY.

I now reside in Anaheim, CA and I make my living as an engineer. I install audio visual systems all across the country inside studios, stadiums, cruise ships and more.

When I’m not traveling for work, I am researching the macabre and unexplained phenomenon of  a very ancient, strange area of New York called the Mohawk Valley. Just an hour west of Albany and an hour east of Syracuse, this is the place where I grew up in the sixties, seventies and eighties. While living in the Mohawk Valley I personally witnessed many bizarre things, people and places that still resonate with me to this day.

I am a seeker. I seek to collect the strange stories of my homeland, so that this history, mythology and strange events and people can be seen, heard and shared. People NEED TO KNOW.

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I NEVER SAUSAGE A PLACE:

The Mohawk Valley region of the U.S. state of New York is the area surrounding the Mohawk River, sandwiched between the Adirondack Mountains and Catskill Mountains.

It is a unique, beautiful place, filled with an energy that is rich with the origins of American history. The Mohawk Valley was very strategic to a number of armies throughout American History, specifically during the French and Indian War and the Revolutionary War. It is also home to exquisite wonders of nature such as Herkimer Diamonds, a unique type of quartz crystal. Even the name of the valley has historic resonance being named after the Native Americans from the Iroquois Nation–the Mohawk.

Through my own personal research, spanning almost 30 years, I have gathered massive amounts of items, documents and detailed accounts of the unexplained and truly bizarre happenings that have taken place in this area.  Many of these accounts are either ignored both consciously and subconsciously or are hidden in plain sight.

On this website, I am  going to share with you the things I have learned over the years from my own investigations and outreach to the people I know in the Mohawk Valley area. My research is an attempt to document the events that have taken place that people seldom discuss out of fear or the dread of becoming a target of ridicule. I will do this using a creative approach for your viewing pleasure in terms of design, video, art and other presentations that are made by my design and development team, here in Los Angeles.

IMAGE BELOW: This is from an old sign on the Mohawk Village Market, located in Mohawk, NY.  Currently the only market in the town. To me this sign sums up the oddities that have always been in the Mohawk Valley.

WHAT HAVE I FOUND?

I’ve listened. I’ve unearthed relics. I’ve trekked in caves. I’ve camped out at abandoned houses, castles and ancient Native American burial grounds. I’ve heard stories of ghosts in barns, nonhuman beings running across the street at night, monsters in the backyard, and other peculiar phenomenon and conspiracies that run deep within the foundations of our government all the way back to the beginnings of the earliest settlements in American History.

Through my  research, spanning almost 30 years I have discovered all types of  unknown phenomenon including but not limited to: ancient alien artifacts, UFO’s, experimental aircraft, chemtrails, the occult, government conspiracies, cannibalism, macabre murders, human sacrifice, animal mutilations, crop circles, inter dimensional beings, Satanic cults, black eyed kids, ghosts, goblins, trolls, flying orbs, psychosis, mutant people, out of body experiences, changelings, unidentifiable creatures, angels, demons, witches, curses, voodoo, horrific scientific experiments, and so much more.

The Valley is a place shrouded in the magnetic energy of the impressions of its past, present and future.

I present this evidence to you for you to decide what you think it is.

WHAT CAN BE SAID ABOUT THE MOHAWK VALLEY OF UPSTATE NEW YORK THAT WOULD PAINT A PICTURE FOR YOU, IF YOU ARE NOT FROM THAT AREA?

I spent the first 22 years of my life there before leaving for the bright lights of Los Angeles, with the goal of being a comedian on my brain. Well, when that idea crashed into the mountain and blew up, I decided to get into a much more profitable racket, audio engineering and installation. This career move has allowed me the financial stability and perfect work life balance I need to do what I’ve set out to do–investigate the strange happenings of the Mohawk Valley.

I graduated from a tiny, tiny school in NY and grew up in a hamlet called Van Hornesville. Growing up in this old, farming centered part of NY, I spent a lot of time in the summer exploring abandoned houses, old caves, walking in the woods and doing other things that kids who live in the country do—like shooting guns, tipping cows and fishing. The winters were a different story filled with cold, isolated droughts of communication with the outside world that made the theory of “cabin fever” very understandable to me. It was a pretty boring existence but one night, back in 1979, at the age of sixteen, my life changed forever. One winter night it was snowing like crazy. By 9pm it was obvious we were going to have a snow day as it was just dumping on us. So knowing school would be closed, I decided to put on my snow shoes and go for a walk with the dogs. Since the moon was so bright, I needed no lights as I walked in the woods behind our house.

As I walked with the dogs, over top of me, this gigantic orange light buzzed across the sky. I would estimate this light to be about the size of a football field give or take a few. The only way to explain it is it looked like lava. When it flashed by the heavy downpour of snow stopped momentarily and rained. The dogs went crazy as the unnatural occurrence disrupted our serene walk. When I went back in the house, I told my mother. She had no desire to listen to me.  So I locked this event up inside my brain, threw away the key and almost as a defense mechanism, forgot about it in my subconscious.

I forgot about it until the early 90’s when people like John Mack, Zecharia Sitchin and Erich von Daniken started to get the word out about their research. After I left the Mohawk Valley in the late I was a bit traumatized by the town  the people and the way I was treated by the radio station I worked for. After becoming obsessed with the fantastic stories of UFOs, abductions and the paranormal, I began to realize it was everywhere around us—ESPECIALLY in the Mohawk Valley.

spans almost 30 years I have discovered stories and evidence of many types of unknown phenomenon including: ancient alien artifacts, UFO’s, government conspiracies, cannibalism, experimental aircraft, chemtrails, the occult,  crop circles, inter dimensional beings, cults, macabre murders, human sacrifice, animal sacrifice/mutilations, trolls, flying orbs, psychosis, mutant people, out of body experiences, changelings, river monsters, strange creatures, angels, demons, witches, curses, voodoo, horrific scientific experiments, black eyed kids, Indigo children, ghosts, goblins, Satan & demon worship and so much more.

This is my collection. It is a constantly growing encyclopedia of weirdness collecting the history, mythology and facts about the things that typical townsfolk don’t speak about at the dinner table.

Why did I call this website, I NEVER SAUSAGE A PLACE?

Well that’s a pretty funny story. Since we lived in a Hamlet, there really wasn’t a grocery store within miles of us–except the Mohawk Village Market.  This market boasted a ridiculous sign on the outside using a corny pun on the word Sausage, reflecting the meat inside that it sold. However, looking back on the sign is very ironic because in all honesty, I have never seen or lived in a place that had such strange energy and was filled with bizarre occurrences  It’s a fitting sign for the town of Mohawk, and the entire Mohawk Valley. So it has become my war cry as I collect these stories of the macabre.

MY DISCLAIMER:
I AM COLLECTING STORIES TO FORM A DIGITAL ENCYCLOPEDIA, TO HELP FOLKS WHO STILL LIVE THERE, OR WHO HAVE LEFT, GAIN SOME CLARITY.

THE MOST DIFFICULT THING WHEN YOU EXPERIENCE SOMETHING AS BIZARRE AS SEEING A UFO IS THE FEELING OF ALIENATION. I’M HERE TO HELP OTHERS WHO MAY HAVE FELT MY PAIN. I AM HERE TO HELP PEOPLE AND COLLECT DATA.

SOME OF THE STORIES COLLECTED HERE MAY BE CONTROVERSIAL  MAY SHED A POOR LIGHT ON A PLACE, TOWN OR PERSON.

I am not here to condemn anyone, just collect data.

When people submit their stories, I am not here to form opinions or decide if something is true or false, wrong or right, good or evil.

I am just here to document.

Validity is up to you to decide if you believe it, or not.