Many, many times the Bishop would tell the workmen what they were going to discover as they blasted out the tunnels. One morning he said, "John, you're going to find a white face in your tunnel." And within a short time a white substance would show up--only to disappear after a day or two. One day he said, "Antone, it is going to rain in your tunnel." To his amazement, the dynamite that day blasted out a water seepage, making it appear to be raining in the tunnel.

One morning we walked down to meet with the Bishop and to have our prayer before starting our daily work. We were surprised to learn that he was planning to go into the mine himself that day. He wanted to see the face of the tunnels where we were working. He walked up to the mouth of the main tunnel, and I put him into one of the ore cars and then pushed him all the way to the "Five Fingers". When we arrived at the middle finger where I had been working every day, the Bishop got out of the ore car and walked to within 15 or 20 feet of the face of the tunnel. I started to tell him how I was drilling, but he interrupted me by putting out his hand and gently pushing me back. In silence he stood looking at the rock. After about two minutes, he turned to me and said, "Keep going straight until you see a wall that will take you off towards the left--follow that wall until it leads you into another wall that will angle back to the right again. Follow that wall for a while and tell me when you get there." He turned and walked away to one of the other tunnels.

At this time I was a young man with 20/20 eyesight, but the Bishop was an old man with cataracts over his eyes. I walked up to within a few inches of the face of that tunnel and could see no indications of any wall. I dynamited rock out of there for several days without any sign of a wall. Then one day I saw the beginning of a wall that leaned off to the left. It was bigger each day and continued to lead off to the left. Then one morning I discovered the beginning of another wall that led slightly back again to the right, just as the Bishop had said it would.

Such a remarkable occurrence made such a deep impression on me that I have never forgotten it. I realized the Bishop certainly knew where he was going and what was in that mountain. I have never witnessed such a spiritual and prophetic gift by anyone, even to this day...

(Salem, Utah, [a small city adjacent to Spanish Fork, very near to the mine - Branton] was named by people from Salem, Massachusetts, as recorded in History of Salem, Utah by Hanks)...

When the laborers arrived at the 3,000-foot mark, they saw the formation strata reversing to the west in huge breaks, just as the Bishop had said it would. It is interesting to note here that Dr. James Talmage said there was no reversing of the strata in that mountain. From this point the workmen went back to the winze to continue that shaft.

But when they had sunk the shaft at the winze some 285 feet and discovered the iron red formation which was to mark the level of their lower tunnel, they were obliged to stop again although they were just 40 feet from their 18-foot deposit of rich sacking ore that could be shoveled up like sand--ore that he had compared to the "fish ready for the frying pan, with no waste rock in it." Here the water came in faster than their electric pump could take it out, so they had to temporarily abandon the winze. But the Bishop reassured them that when it was time to return there, an earthquake would cause a fissure to open and the water would all drain off and no longer be a hindrance to them. (Dream Mine Story, Pierce, p. 35)

Then a new turn of events proved the Bishop to be more inspired than many wished him to be. In January of 1929 Emily Koyle, John's wife, said that her husband declared something would happen on the hill that would bring in plenty of money. It was right after this that he went to Salt Lake City to get some funds from the secretary of the company for some needed expenses when he was told there was no more money left in the company. He then told the secretary of the mine that he would soon have more money than he could handle.

On February 28, 1929, the Spanish Fork Press announced that the operators of the local "Dream Mine" had struck platinum. J. W. Warf, assayer for the company, had determined from samples 3/10% or more of platinum. This was confirmed by another assayer from Eureka. Immediately stock was in great demand. The stock price rose with the excitement:

When this news got out, people became excited all right. They began coming to Koyle's house just as he had seen they would, holding up greenbacks in their hands, wanting to buy stock. And they came in such droves that they filled every room in the house at times. No telling how much money would have come in if Bishop Koyle hadn't put a stop to the stock selling at $1.50 a share. After that at the request of the miners who had stock coming to them, he sold some for them at $5.00 a share, and then stopped that, too. Meanwhile the offers poured in from men wanting to buy every share of his personal stock for as much as $10 a share.

Although Bishop Koyle had around twenty thousand shares of his own personal stock, and could have sold every share of it then and there for $10 a share, he wouldn't sell any of it. He tried to tell them that it would blow over, that it was not the big strike that would not blow over.

But no one wanted to listen to him; they wanted to buy the stock; therefore, many of them searched elsewhere until they found a stockholder who was willing to sell for $10 a share, and there was much of it that changed hands at that price. When the excitement blew over and things calmed down again, the buyers who had purchased employee stock from Bishop Koyle at $5.00 a share were given as much again stock as they had purchased without cost, because Koyle did not want this to be such an expensive lesson to them.

"But when the next excitement comes," he told them, "the people will rush to our house much more excited than ever, and they would fill the house, and the lawn and even the road in front of the house, and on down the road causing a traffic jam for quite some distance away. This excitement will not blow over, but it will be permanent, although the people could no longer buy stock from the company at that time." (The Dream Mine Story, Pierce, p. 48)

The mine was then experiencing a boom--much the same as the rest of the country. It was the year 1929. Early in July of that year some visitors came to John's home, which was a small adobe house in Spanish Fork. John was renting this house from his stake president, Henry Gardner, who was also his banker.

Bishop Koyle was absent on this occasion so they interviewed Mrs. Koyle, asking her how she felt about her husband's dreams, if she thought they were true or not.

"Yes, John has had quite a few dreams a]ready prove to be true, so I don't see why this one about the mine shouldn't prove to be true, also," she said.

"Has he had anything unusual given to him lately?"

"Yes, he saw that a financial crash would come over the nation just four months from now. That was June 29th."

"Does Mr. Gardner, your banker, know about this?"

"Yes, the other day John went down to see Mr. Gardner and told him about it, and advised him to get as many of his loans back in as he could before October, because that was when the trouble would come."

"Would you mind telling us," suggested one of the visitors, "if your husband has ever had one of these unusual dreams that has ever failed to prove true."

"I have never seen one of them fail yet," she affirmed.

An interesting sequence to Bishop Koyle's informing Mr. Gardner, the banker, of the forthcoming market crash, was as follows: As the four months rolled by, and nothing, of the sort had as yet happened, Henry Gardner hailed Bishop Koyle into his bank as he was passing by, saying that he had a bone to pick with him. He then rather in a facetious mood upbraided Koyle for being a false prophet. He pointed out how he had taken his advice and had not extended some of the loans which now appeared to have been good risks. And now no sign of a market crash.

What did Koyle have to say for himself now? Bishop Koyle faced up to him squarely and insisted that his prediction still stood without any changes, and that Mr. Gardner was jumping the gun on him for he still had one more day before the four months were up, as it was only October 28th. He could call him back after tomorrow if he had any bone to pick with him. But this dream was true, make no mistake about that!

Needless to say, the following day, October 29th, the newspapers carried big headlines about the history-making stock market crash, while Henry Gardner had good cause to marvel at his most unusual tenant. (The Dream Mine Story, Pierce, pp. 48-49)

The Bishop had received many important dreams concerning the mine and also of national events. But he also received instructions from the Lord concerning his own family. One time he received instructions for a brother who learned a hard lesson, but gained new respect for the Bishop.

Bishop was carried in the spirit into the spirit world where he saw beauty beyond anything he had ever seen on earth. The homes were neat, well arranged and surrounded with gardens of flowers that defied description; rare and brilliant colors not seen on earth. As he walked up the path toward a T-shaped house, his father, who had been dead a number of years, came out on the walk and greeted him with a hearty welcome. He said, "John, I want you to go back to earth and teach the Gospel to your brothers and sisters and see that they repent... Tell Harry if he doesn't quit his profanity and getting drunk, he will get an awful shaking up."

John came back and went to work teaching and working with them, and they all were obedient but Harry who was stubborn and unwilling. John said to him, "I have warned you these three times and if you don't straighten up, you will be punished with an awful shaking up." The warning was like pouring water on a duck; he paid no heed until one day he was going up the trail in Flat Canyon taking supplies up to his sheep camp. He was walking, leading the pack horses through the oaks when suddenly an unseen power seized him and shook him with such fury that when he clung to the oaks, it tore the flesh off his hands. That changed his whole life. He quit drinking... (Relief Mine Story, J. Young, p. 4)

One of the Hanks family living near Salem met the Bishop one morning. Bishop asked him if he could help him for the rest of the day, but Hanks replied that he was in the middle of some work with his sheep. He just couldn't spare the time--however, if the Bishop couldn't locate anyone else to help him, then he would go.

The Bishop asked Hanks if he was selling his sheep, to which Hanks replied that he was going to wait until fall to sell them. The Bishop walked over to the gate and then stopped. He turned back to Hanks and said, "You had better sell them before fall, because if you don't, you'll be lucky to get $3.00 a head." The Bishop opened the gate, went through, and turned back to Hanks and added, "And then you'll have to leave their bells on them."

That fall when Hanks was getting ready to sell his sheep, the market plunged. He couldn't find a buyer for them anywhere. Finally, he located someone up near Bountiful who said he would give him only $3.00 a head. They prepared a bill of sale, and the man was just about to put his pen to the paper, but stopped and said, "And you'll have to leave the sheep bells on."

Nearly ten years before World War I, Bishop Koyle predicted the involvement of the United States in a world war. He also predicted the involvement of the 145th Field Artillery which was composed of Utah boys. He declared that he saw a dream that the 145th would be called to the front but would never see action. When the war began, many remembered the Prophecy--that it was a fulfillment of the Bishop's dream. Many of the parents of the boys who had sons in the 145th Artillery began to take comfort in the rest of the prophecy that their boys would not see action. His prediction of the war and the 145th made wide circulation since the war was uppermost on everyone's mind, especially those who had boys in the 145th Artillery.

Then one morning the newspaper headlines bore the news that the 145th Field Artillery had received orders to move up to the front lines. They would encounter an engagement with the enemy that same day. This was a blow to many of the parents who had trusted in the Bishop's prediction.

A man by the name of Fred Squires from Salt Lake City, an active stockholder in the mine, read the paper with shock. He was so disturbed about this prophecy failing that he went to the mine and found Bishop Koyle to show him the paper. When the Bishop saw the headlines, he calmly said, "Fred, they are telling a lie! The 145th will not see action on the front lines .... The war will be over by the time they reach the front lines!" Fred was holding a newspaper with the date of November 11, 1918. Strangely enough, the armistice had already been signed and it had caused the cancellation of the 145th Field Artillery from going into action. By the time Fred Squires arrived back in Salt Lake City, the news of the armistice had already been received.

While compiling information for the first edition of this book, I noticed a prophecy attributed to Bishop Koyle that was recorded by Norman Pierce. Since Pierce was no longer alive for confirmation and since I personally had never heard Bishop Koyle give such a prophecy, I decided not to include it in my book. Furthermore, I thought it sounded too fantastic and impossible to ever be fulfilled. It is important to record in this revised edition this very significant prophecy and its fulfillment:

Muddy Water in the Streets Like Rivers

About this time Bishop Koyle had another of his same prophetic dreams which I heard him relate, saying: "It looks like it won't be long now before we'll be having some of the big troubles we've been expecting.

I saw in a dream the other night that muddy water would flow in the streets like rivers in almost every community from one end of the state to the other. When it comes, it's going to cause a lot of trouble for a lot of people around here. It will be the beginning of really big troubles." (The Dream Mine Story, Pierce, 1958, p. 90)

Years later, in 1983, rains began to pour over the state of Utah. They continued until water literally ran down the streets of cities from one end of the state to the other. (I personally recall this, so-called "sand-bag" rivers flowing down the streets of Provo, Utah where I lived as the Provo River overflowed its' banks - Branton) Some small towns were literally abandoned until the water receded. Over half of the counties asked for Federal Emergency Assistance.

The Agriculture and Health Committee was told that Utah's farms and ranches have sustained an estimated $57.7 million loss. (S.L. Tribune, "Utah Floods", p. 62)

There were $63 million dollars in road damages in the State. The total estimate for damages from the rains and too rapidly melting snow came to over $200 million dollars.

Bishop Koyle's prophecies were becoming a thorn in the side of many of the General Authorities of the LDS Church. There was a continual fulfillment of prophecies and predictions from the mine on the hill, yet a famine of such gifts existed with the leaders of the Church in Salt Lake City.

The gap between some of the Church leaders and Bishop Koyle was growing further and further apart. Yet more and more people were receiving inspiration of their own that the mine was the work of God. One unusual testimony came from a man by the name of Parley Alton Waters. Waters said an angel came one night and gave him some very interesting information which he put into a poem and later gave to Bishop Koyle:

I stood at the open portal
Of a tunnel peculiarly grand.
The patience required in its digging
Was famed throughout the land.
And one of an ancient nation
Stood guard at the entry there--
Hallowed, though stern, was his visage,
Snow white were his beard and hair.

With this guide I entered the chamber
Its cavernous depths to explore;
And I felt as I hastened forward,
As I never had felt before;
For I knew here was perfect safety,
And that I had nothing to fear;
For those with motives untainted,
Were protected in working here.

Near a wintze at the end of the tunnel,
Stood another of a solemn mien,
Stern visaged and armed with a saber
As he at the portal had been.
As we passed onward and downward,
Each landing was guarded the same,
'Til by curious motives prompted,
I asked, "Friend, what is thy name?"

"And why dost thou and thy fellows
Stand guard in these workings old?
Perchance, in the depths below us
There are uncounted treasures of gold?"
To my query he thus made answer:
"Son of earth, thou hast rightly said,
For I and my brothers are remnants
Of a nation long since dead."

"Ages gone, when I dwelt among mortals,
These mountains were teeming with wealth,
And our Father was granting my people
Wisdom, great riches and health.
But in the pride of their hearts
They forsook Him and worshipped mammon alone,
'Til their sins reached upward to heaven,
And earth 'neath corruption did groan.

"'Twas then that the spirit ceased striving
And left them in darkness once more.
For every man's hand smote his neighbor,
And destruction was rapid and sure.
And then when iniquity ripened,
The earth in convulsions did lie.
And the wealth of these mountains was hidden
From their evil and covetous eye.

"The wealth of the mountains of Ephraim,
Thus saith the Lord, is mine.
And to all who partake of their fatness,
I give by right most divine.
Here, then, was preserved for a people
Prepared to accomplish His will,
The wealth which the Father hath hidden
Beneath this most notable hill.

"We are guarding this wealth & the workers
That corruption shall not allure.
--The toiler who enters these caverns
With motives unselfish and pure.
For the Father's purpose will ripen,
Though derision and scoffers abound.
And coming from sources unthought of,
Dark clouds will cover them around."

I awoke from my sleep and my dreaming,
And sought my companion again.
But naught did I see but the mountain,
And the place where my visit had been.
But I knew that this wealth that was hidden
From a nation now under the sod,
Must be used as my guide had bidden,
FOR THE GLORIFICATION OF GOD!