Have you seen this? The Trilithon stones in Tell site, Ba’albek, Lebanon. The enigmas surrounding the Tell site and the colossal stone blocks remain a mystery.
Stones quarried in Lebanon weighing some 600 tons. Each! As of now in our modern existence we cannot quarry something that large without it cracking.
(By comparison, the stone blocks of the Great Pyramid in Giza, Egypt, weigh about 25 tons each).
We do not have modern equipment that can lift something that enormous. So how did they do it?
You can see one here in the process of being moved.
Where were those stone blocks quarried; because at a stone quarry a couple miles away is one of those 1,100-ton blocks is still there – its quarrying unfinished. This means someone had the capability and technology needed for quarrying, cutting and shaping colossal stone blocks in the quarry. Then lifting the stones up and carry them to the construction site. They weren’t just let-go and dropped either, but placed precisely in the designated blocked row.
And there they have remained, intact and unshaken in spite of its' 9,000 years and frequent earthquakes, and held together without any mortar…
The western wall of that structure has been reinforced with rows of stone blocks weighing 900 tons each. On top of them is made up of three unique stone blocks weighing 1,100 tons each. Known as the Trilithon, these are the largest cut and shaped construction stone blocks in the world!
How did they build this? Was it alien technology used back then? I laugh at the idea that logs and sand could be used under it, to move it. If that was so, there would be squashed, petrified remnants of it under the one that was in the processed of being moved. It’s important to keep an open mind about these theories because this structure is just too amazing!
A 10,000 year old calendar was discovered in Scotland. Isn’t it bizarre how we know so little of that time. Or the preconceived notions by scientists that this is how humanity was...
Considering stone is the only item that would survive the elements makes me wonder how humanity truly existed, because so much would have deteriorated over time.
Could the Annunaki have been mining for gold during this time frame? What about ancient copper mine near the coastal town of Llandudno in North Wales? The Great Orme Copper Mine where a 64 pound sledge hammer was found.
The continental shelf between Florida and South America was said to have dropped into the ocean roughly 10,000 years ago. That would certainly create a worldwide flood noted in many historical documents. There is also where the Cuban archeologist who discovered a structure resembling a pyramid and ancient city was found 2,000+ feet, off the coast of Cuba in the Yucatán Channel. This would mean this structure sank 10,000 years ago. Which begs a person to wonder, could Atlantis have existed? Perhaps it was a country run by the Annunaki. The stories about Atlantis are very interesting. Was it in the Atlantic? Is there something in the ocean from Atlantis that explains the Bermuda Triangle?
What do we really know about the time period? Many question, very few answers... I will dive into each of these areas over the next couple of blogs.
We are ignorant to think that when aliens visits earth one day that they will want to meet with us. Hmmm, this reminds me of a movie...
Part V — Among the Ice Packs
FOR the next forty-five days our time was employed in dodging icebergs and hunting channels; indeed, had we not been favored with a strong south wind and a small boat, I doubt if this story could have ever been given to the world.
At last, there came a morning when my father said: "My son, I think we are to see home. We are almost through the ice. See! the open water lies before us."
However, there were a few icebergs that had floated far northward into the open water still ahead of us on either side, stretching away for many miles. Directly in front of us, and by the compass, which had now righted itself, due north, there was an open sea.
"What a wonderful story we have to tell to the people of Stockholm," continued my father, while a look of pardonable elation lighted up his honest face. "And think of the gold nuggets stowed away in the hold!"
I spoke kind words of praise to my father, not alone for his fortitude and endurance, but also for his courageous daring as a discoverer, and for having made the voyage that now promised a successful end. I was grateful, too, that he had gathered the wealth of gold we were carrying home.
While congratulating ourselves on the goodly supply of provisions and water we still had on hand, and on the dangers we had escaped, we were startled by hearing a most terrific explosion, caused by the tearing apart of a huge mountain of ice. It was a deafening roar like the firing of a thousand cannon. We were sailing at the time with great speed, and happened to be near a monstrous iceberg which to all appearances was as immovable as a rockbound island. It seemed, however, that the iceberg had split and was breaking apart, whereupon the balance of the monster along which we were sailing was destroyed, and it began dipping from us. My father quickly anticipated the danger before I realized its awful possibilities. The iceberg extended down into the water many hundreds of feet, and, as it tipped over, the portion coming up out of the water caught our fishing-craft like a lever on a fulcrum, and threw it into the air as if it had been a foot-ball.
Our boat fell back on the iceberg, that by this time had changed the side next to us for the top. My father was still in the boat, having become entangled in the rigging, while I was thrown some twenty feet away.
I quickly scrambled to my feet and shouted to my father, who answered: "All is well." Just then a realization dawned upon me. Horror upon horror! The blood froze in my veins. The iceberg was still in motion, and its great weight and force in toppling over would cause it to submerge temporarily. I fully realized what a sucking maelstrom it would produce amid the worlds of water on every side. They would rush into the depression in all their fury, like white-fanged wolves eager for human prey.
In this supreme moment of mental anguish, I remember glancing at our boat, which was lying on its side, and wondering if it could possibly right itself, and if my father could escape. Was this the end of our struggles and adventures? Was this death? All these questions flashed through my mind in the fraction of a second, and a moment later I was engaged in a life and death struggle. The ponderous monolith of ice sank below the surface, and the frigid waters gurgled around me in frenzied anger. I was in a saucer, with the waters pouring in on every side. A moment more and I lost consciousness.
When I partially recovered my senses, and roused from the swoon of a half-drowned man, I found myself wet, stiff, and almost frozen, lying on the iceberg. But there was no sign of my father or of our little fishing sloop. The monster berg had recovered itself, and, with its new balance, lifted its head perhaps fifty feet above the waves. The top of this island of ice was a plateau perhaps half an acre in extent.
I loved my father well, and was grief-stricken at the awfulness of his death. I railed at fate, that I, too, had not been permitted to sleep with him in the depths of the ocean. Finally, I climbed to my feet and looked about me. The purple-domed sky above, the shoreless green ocean beneath, and only an occasional iceberg discernible! My heart sank in hopeless despair. I cautiously picked my way across the berg toward the other side, hoping that our fishing craft had righted itself.
Dared I think it possible that my father still lived? It was but a ray of hope that flamed up in my heart. But the anticipation warmed my blood in my veins and started it rushing like some rare stimulant through every fiber of my body.
I crept close to the precipitous side of the iceberg, and peered far down, hoping, still hoping. Then I made a circle of the berg, scanning every foot of the way, and thus I kept going around and around. One part of my brain was certainly becoming maniacal, while the other part, I believe, and do to this day, was perfectly rational.
I was conscious of having made the circuit a dozen times, and while one part of my intelligence knew, in all reason, there was not a vestige of hope, yet some strange fascinating aberration bewitched and compelled me still to beguile myself with expectation. The other part of my brain seemed to tell me that while there was no possibility of my father being alive, yet, if I quit making the circuitous pilgrimage, if I paused for a single moment, it would be acknowledgment of defeat, and, should I do this, I felt that I should go mad. Thus, hour after hour I walked around and around, afraid to stop and rest, yet physically powerless to continue much longer. Oh! horror of horrors! to be cast away in this wide expanse of waters without food or drink, and only a treacherous iceberg for an abiding place. My heart sank within me, and all semblance of hope was fading into black despair.
Then the hand of the Deliverer was extended, and the death-like stillness of a solitude rapidly becoming unbearable was suddenly broken by the firing of a signal-gun. I looked up in startled amazement, when, I saw, less than a half-mile away, a whaling-vessel bearing down toward me with her sail full set.
Evidently my continued activity on the iceberg had attracted their attention. On drawing near, they put out a boat, and, descending cautiously to the water's edge, I was rescued, and a little later lifted on board the whaling-ship.
I found it was a Scotch whaler, "The Arlington." She had cleared from Dundee in September, and started immediately for the Antarctic, in search of whales. The captain, Angus MacPherson, seemed kindly disposed, but in matters of discipline, as I soon learned, possessed of an iron will. When I attempted to tell him that I had come from the "inside" of the earth, the captain and mate looked at each other, shook their heads, and insisted on my being put in a bunk under strict surveillance of the ship's physician.
I was very weak for want of food, and had not slept for many hours. However, after a few days' rest, I got up one morning and dressed myself without asking permission of the physician or anyone else, and told them that I was as sane as anyone.
This is Part 2 of a three part entry. To see Part 1, click here.
Part III — Beyond the North Wind
I TRIED to forget my thirst by busying myself with bringing up some food and an empty vessel from the hold. Reaching over the side-rail, I filled the vessel with water for the purpose of laving my hands and face. To my astonishment, when the water came in contact with my lips, I could taste no salt. I was startled by the discovery. "Father!" I fairly gasped, "the water, the water; it is fresh!"
"What, Olaf?" exclaimed my father, glancing hastily around. "Surely you are mistaken. There is no land. You are going mad."
"But taste it!" I cried.
And thus we made the discovery that the water was indeed fresh, absolutely so, without the least briny taste or even the suspicion of a salty flavor.
We forthwith filled our two remaining water-casks, and my father declared it was a heavenly dispensation of mercy from the gods Odin and Thor.
We were almost beside ourselves with joy, but hunger bade us end our enforced fast. Now that we had found fresh water in the open sea, what might we not expect in this strange latitude where ship had never before sailed and the splash of an oar had never been heard?
We had scarcely appeased our hunger when a breeze began filling the idle sails, and, glancing at the compass, we found the northern point pressing hard against the glass.
In response to my surprise, my father said, "I have heard of this before; it is what they call the dipping of the needle."
We loosened the compass and turned it at right angles with the surface of the sea before its point would free itself from the glass and point according to unmolested attraction. It shifted uneasily, and seemed as unsteady as a drunken man, but finally pointed a course.
Before this we thought the wind was carrying us north by northwest, but, with the needle free, we discovered, if it could be relied upon, that we were sailing slightly north by northeast. Our course, however, was ever tending northward.
The sea was serenely smooth, with hardly a choppy wave, and the wind brisk and exhilarating. The sun's rays, while striking us slant, furnished tranquil warmth. And thus time wore on day after day, and we found from the record in our logbook, we had been sailing eleven days since the storm in the open sea.
By strictest economy, our food was holding out fairly well, but beginning to run low. In the meantime, one of our casks of water had been exhausted, and my father said: "We will fill it again." But, to our dismay, we found the water was now as salt as in the region of the Lofoden Islands off the coast of Norway. This necessitated our being extremely careful of the remaining cask.
I found myself wanting to sleep much of the time; whether it was the effect of the exciting experience of sailing in unknown waters, or the relaxation from the awful excitement incident to our adventure in a storm at sea, or due to want of food, I could not say.
I frequently lay down on the bunker of our little sloop, and looked far up into the blue dome of the sky; and, notwithstanding the sun was shining far away in the east, I always saw a single star overhead. For several days, when I looked for this star, it was always there directly above us.
It was now, according to our reckoning, about the first of August. The sun was high in the heavens, and was so bright that I could no longer see the one lone star that attracted my attention a few days earlier.
One day about this time, my father startled me by calling my attention to a novel sight far in front of us, almost at the horizon. "It is a mock sun," exclaimed my father. "I have read of them; it is called a reflection or mirage. It will soon pass away."
But this dull-red, false sun, as we supposed it to be, did not pass away for several hours; and while we were unconscious of its emitting any rays of light, still there was no time thereafter when we could not sweep the horizon in front and locate the illumination of the so-called false sun, during a period of at least twelve hours out of every twenty-four.
Clouds and mists would at times almost, but never entirely, hide its location. Gradually it seemed to climb higher in the horizon of the uncertain purply sky as we advanced.
It could hardly be said to resemble the sun, except in its circular shape, and when not obscured by clouds or the ocean mists, it had a hazy-red, bronzed appearance, which would change to a white light like a luminous cloud, as if reflecting some greater light beyond.
"We finally agreed in our discussion of this smoky furnace-colored sun, that, whatever the cause of the phenomenon, it was not a reflection of our sun, but a planet of some sort — a reality.
One day soon after this, I felt exceedingly drowsy, and fell into a sound sleep. But it seemed that I was almost immediately aroused by my father's vigorous shaking of me by the shoulder and saying: "Olaf, awaken; there is land in sight!"
I sprang to my feet, and oh! joy unspeakable! There, far in the distance, yet directly in our path, were lands jutting boldly into the sea. The shore-line stretched far away to the right of us, as far as the eye could see, and all along the sandy beach were waves breaking into choppy foam, receding, then going forward again, ever chanting in monotonous thunder tones the song of the deep. The banks were covered with trees and vegetation.
I cannot express my feeling of exultation at this discovery. My father stood motionless, with his hand on the tiller, looking straight ahead, pouring out his heart in thankful prayer and thanksgiving to the gods Odin and Thor.
In the meantime, a net which we found in the stowage had been cast, and we caught a few fish that materially added to our dwindling stock of provisions.
The compass, which we had fastened back in its place, in fear of another storm, was still pointing due north, and moving on its pivot, just as it had at Stockholm. The dipping of the needle had ceased. What could this mean? Then, too, our many days of sailing had certainly carried us far past the North Pole. And yet the needle continued to point north. We were sorely perplexed, for surely our direction was now south.
We sailed for three days along the shoreline, then came to the mouth of a fjord or river of immense size. It seemed more like a great bay, and into this we turned our fishing-craft, the direction being slightly northeast of south. By the assistance of a fretful wind that came to our aid about twelve hours out of every twenty-four, we continued to make our way inland, into what afterward proved to be a mighty river, and which we learned was called by the inhabitants Hiddekel.
We continued our journey for ten days thereafter, and found we had fortunately attained a distance inland where ocean tides no longer affected the water, which had become fresh.
The discovery came none too soon, for our remaining cask of water was well-nigh exhausted. We lost no time in replenishing our casks, and continued to sail farther up the river when the wind was favorable.
Along the banks great forests miles in extent could be seen stretching away on the shore-line. The trees were of enormous size. We landed after anchoring near a sandy beach, and waded ashore, and were rewarded by finding a quantity of nuts that were very palatable and satisfying to hunger, and a welcome change from the monotony of our stock of provisions.
It was about the first of September, over five months, we calculated, since our leave-taking from Stockholm. Suddenly we were frightened almost out of our wits by hearing in the far distance the singing of people. Very soon thereafter we discovered a huge ship gliding down the river directly toward us. Those aboard were singing in one mighty chorus that, echoing from bank to bank, sounded like a thousand voices, filling the whole universe with quivering melody. The accompaniment was played on stringed instruments not unlike our harps.
This is Part One of a three part entry. This is a book I read a while ago that makes you wonder how much is fact, how much is fiction, and how much is a combination of both.
"A Voyage to the Inner World"
By WILLIS GEORGE EMERSON
With Illustrations by JOHN A. WILLIAMS
Part I — Author's Forward
Part II — Olaf Jansen's Story
Part III — Beyond the North Wind
Part IV — In the Under World
Part V — Among the Ice Packs
Part VI — Conclusion
Part VII — Author's Afterward
Part I — Author's Foreword
I FEAR the seemingly incredible story which I am about to relate will be regarded as the result of a distorted intellect super induced, possibly, by the glamor of unveiling a marvelous mystery, rather than a truthful record of the unparalleled experiences related by one Olaf Jansen, whose eloquent madness so appealed to my imagination that all thought of an analytical criticism has been effectually dispelled.
Marco Polo will doubtless shift uneasily in his grave at the strange story I am called upon to chronicle; a story as strange as a Munchausen tale. It is also incongruous that I, a disbeliever, should be the one to edit the story of Olaf Jansen, whose name is now for the first time given to the world, yet who must hereafter rank as one of the notables of earth.
I freely confess his statements admit of no rational analysis, but have to do with the profound mystery concerning the frozen North that for centuries has claimed the attention of scientists and laymen alike.
However much they are at variance with the cosmographical manuscripts of the past, these plain statements may be relied upon as a record of the things Olaf Jansen claims to have seen with his own eyes.
A hundred times I have asked myself whether it is possible that the world's geography is incomplete, and that the startling narrative of Olaf Jansen is predicated upon demonstrable facts. The reader may be able to answer these queries to his own satisfaction, however far the chronicler of this narrative may be from having reached a conviction. Yet sometimes even I am at a loss to know whether I have been led away from an abstract truth by the ignes fatui of a clever superstition, or whether heretofore accepted facts are, after all, founded upon falsity.
It may be that the true home of Apollo was not at Delphi, but in that older earth-center of which Plato speaks, where he says: "Apollo's real home is among the Hyperboreans, in a land of perpetual life, where mythology tells us two doves flying from the two opposite ends of the world met in this fair region, the home of Apollo. Indeed, according to Hecataeus, Leto, the mother of Apollo, was born on an island in the Arctic Ocean far beyond the North Wind."
It is not my intention to attempt a discussion of the theogony of the deities nor the cosmogony of the world. My simple duty is to enlighten the world concerning a heretofore unknown portion of the universe, as it was seen and described by the old Norseman, Olaf Jansen.
Interest in northern research is international. Eleven nations are engaged in, or have contributed to, the perilous work of trying to solve Earth's one remaining cosmological mystery.
There is a saying, ancient as the hills, that "truth is stranger than fiction," and in a most startling manner has this axiom been brought home to me within the last fortnight.
It was just two o'clock in the morning when I was aroused from a restful sleep by the vigorous ringing of my door-bell. The untimely disturber proved to be a messenger bearing a note, scrawled almost to the point of illegibility, from an old Norseman by the name of Olaf Jansen. After much deciphering, I made out the writing, which simply said: "Am ill unto death. Come." The call was imperative, and I lost no time in making ready to comply.
Perhaps I may as well explain here that Olaf Jansen, a man who quite recently celebrated his ninety-fifth birthday, has for the last half-dozen years been living alone in an unpretentious bungalow out Glendale way, a short distance from the business district of Los Angeles, California.
It was less than two years ago, while out walking one afternoon that I was attracted by Olaf Jansen's house and its homelike surroundings, toward its owner and occupant, whom I afterward came to know as a believer in the ancient worship of Odin and Thor.
There was a gentleness in his face, and a kindly expression in the keenly alert gray eyes of this man who had lived more than four-score years and ten; and, withal, a sense of loneliness that appealed to my sympathy. Slightly stooped, and with his hands clasped behind him, he walked back and forth with slow and measured tread, that day when first we met. I can hardly say what particular motive impelled me to pause in my walk and engage him in conversation. He seemed pleased when I complimented him on the attractiveness of his bungalow, and on the well-tended vines and flowers clustering in profusion over its windows, roof and wide piazza.
I soon discovered that my new acquaintance was no ordinary person, but one profound and learned to a remarkable degree; a man who, in the later years of his long life, had dug deeply into books and become strong in the power of meditative silence.
I encouraged him to talk, and soon gathered that he had resided only six or seven years in Southern California, but had passed the dozen years prior in one of the middle Eastern states. Before that he had been a fisherman off the coast of Norway, in the region of the Lofoden Islands, from whence he had made trips still farther north to Spitzbergen and even to Franz Josef Land.
When I started to take my leave, he seemed reluctant to have me go, and asked me to come again. Although at the time I thought nothing of it, I remember now that he made a peculiar remark as I extended my hand in leave-taking. "You will come again?" he asked. "Yes, you will come again someday. I am sure you will; and I shall show you my library and tell you many things of which you have never dreamed, things so wonderful that it may be you will not believe me."
I laughingly assured him that I would not only come again, but would be ready to believe whatever he might choose to tell me of his travels and adventures.
In the days that followed I became well acquainted with Olaf Jansen, and, little by little, he told me his story, so marvelous, that its very daring challenges reason and belief. The old Norseman always expressed himself with so much earnestness and sincerity that I became enthralled by his strange narrations.
Then came the messenger's call that night, and within the hour I was at Olaf Jansen's bungalow.
He was very impatient at the long wait, although after being summoned I had come immediately to his bedside.
"I must hasten," he exclaimed, while yet he held my hand in greeting. "I have much to tell you that you know not, and I will trust no one but you. I fully realize," he went on hurriedly, "that I shall not survive the night. The time has come to join my fathers in the great sleep."
I adjusted the pillows to make him more comfortable, and assured him I was glad to be able to serve him in any way possible, for I was beginning to realize the seriousness of his condition.
The lateness of the hour, the stillness of the surroundings, the uncanny feeling of being alone with the dying man, together with his weird story, all combined to make my heart beat fast and loud with a feeling for which I have no name. Indeed, there were many times that night by the old Norseman's couch, and there have been many times since, when a sensation rather than a conviction took possession of my very soul, and I seemed not only to believe in, but actually see, the strange lands, the strange people and the strange world of which he told, and to hear the mighty orchestral chorus of a thousand lusty voices.
For over two hours he seemed endowed with almost superhuman strength, talking rapidly, and to all appearances, rationally. Finally he gave into my hands certain data, drawings and crude maps. "These," said he in conclusion, "I leave in your hands. If I can have your promise to give them to the world, I shall die happy, because I desire that people may know the truth, for then all mystery concerning the frozen Northland will be explained. There is no chance of your suffering the fate I suffered. They will not put you in irons, nor confine you in a mad-house, because you are not telling your own story, but mine, and I, thanks to the gods, Odin and Thor, will be in my grave, and so beyond the reach of disbelievers who would persecute."
Without a thought of the farreaching results the promise entailed, or foreseeing the many sleepless nights which the obligation has since brought me, I gave my hand and with it a pledge to discharge faithfully his dying wish.
As the sun rose over the peaks of the San Jacinto, far to the eastward, the spirit of Olaf Jansen, the navigator, the explorer and worshiper of Odin and Thor, the man whose experiences and travels, as related, are without a parallel in all the world's history, passed away, and I was left alone with the dead.
And now, after having paid the last sad rites to this strange man from the Lofoden Islands, and the still farther "Northward Ho!", the courageous explorer of frozen regions, who in his declining years (after he had passed the four-score mark) had sought an asylum of restful peace in sun-favored California, I will undertake to make public his story.
But, first of all, let me indulge in one or two reflections: Generation follows generation, and the traditions from the misty past are handed down from sire to son, but for some strange reason interest in the ice-locked unknown does not abate with the receding years, either in the minds of the ignorant or the tutored.
With each new generation a restless impulse stirs the hearts of men to capture the veiled citadel of the Arctic, the circle of silence, the land of glaciers, cold wastes of waters and winds that are strangely warm. Increasing interest is manifested in the mountainous icebergs, and marvelous speculations are indulged in concerning the earth's center of gravity, the cradle of the tides, where the whales have their nurseries, where the magnetic needle goes mad, where the Aurora Borealis illumines the night, and where brave and courageous spirits of every generation dare to venture and explore, defying the dangers of the "Farthest North."
One of the ablest works of recent years is "Paradise Found, or the Cradle of The Human Race at the North Pole," by William F. Warren. In his carefully prepared volume, Mr. Warren almost stubbed his toe against the real truth, but missed it seemingly by only a hair's breadth, if the old Norseman's revelation be true.
Dr. Orville Livingston Leech, scientist, in a recent article, says: "The possibilities of a land inside the earth were first brought to my attention when I picked up a geode on the shores of the Great Lakes. The geode is a spherical and apparently solid stone, but when broken is found to be hollow and coated with crystals. The earth is only a larger form of a geode, and the law that created the geode in its hollow form undoubtedly fashioned the earth in the same way."
In presenting the theme of this almost incredible story, as told by Olaf Jansen, and supplemented by manuscript, maps and crude drawings entrusted to me, a fitting introduction is found in the following quotation: "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth, and the earth was without form and void." And also, "God created man in his own image." Therefore, even in things material, man must be God-like, because he is created in the likeness of the Father.
A man builds a house for himself and family. The porches or verandas are all without, and are secondary. The building is really constructed for the conveniences within.
Olaf Jansen makes the startling announcement through me, an humble instrument, that in like manner, God created the earth for the "within" -- that is to say, for its lands, seas, rivers, mountains, forests and valleys, and for its other internal conveniences, while the outside surface of the earth is merely the veranda, the porch, where things grow by comparison but sparsely, like the lichen on the mountain side, clinging determinedly for bare existence.
Take an egg-shell, and from each end break out a piece as large as the end of this pencil. Extract its contents, and then you will have a perfect representation of Olaf Jansen's earth. The distance from the inside surface to the outside surface, according to him, is about three hundred miles. The center of gravity is not in the center of the earth, but in the center of the shell or crust; therefore, if the thickness of the earth's crust or shell is three hundred miles, the center of gravity is one hundred and fifty miles below the surface.
In their log-books Arctic explorers tell us of the dipping of the needle as the vessel sails in regions of the farthest north known. In reality, they are at the curve; on the edge of the shell, where gravity is geometrically increased, and while the electric current seemingly dashes off into space toward the phantom idea of the North Pole, yet this same electric current drops again and continues its course southward along the inside surface of the earth's crust.
In the appendix to his work, Captain Sabine gives an account of experiments to determine the acceleration of the pendulum in different latitudes. This appears to have resulted from the joint labor of Peary and Sabine. He says: "The accidental discovery that a pendulum on being removed from Paris to the neighborhood of the equator increased its time of vibration, gave the first step to our present knowledge that the polar axis of the globe is less than the equatorial; that the force of gravity at the surface of the earth increases progressively from the equator toward the poles."
According to Olaf Jansen, in the beginning this old world of ours was created solely for the "within" world, where are located the four great rivers — the Euphrates, the Pison, the Gihon and the Hiddekel. These same names of rivers, when applied to streams on the "outside" surface of the earth, are purely traditional from an antiquity beyond the memory of man.
On the top of a high mountain, near the fountain-head of these four rivers, Olaf Jansen, the Norseman, claims to have discovered the long-lost "Garden of Eden," the veritable navel of the earth, and to have spent over two years studying and reconnoitering in this marvelous "within" land, exuberant with stupendous plant life and abounding in giant animals; a land where the people live to be centuries old, after the order of Methuselah and other Biblical characters; a region where one-quarter of the "inner" surface is water and three-quarters land; where there are large oceans and many rivers and lakes; where the cities are superlative in construction and magnificence; where modes of transportation are as far in advance of ours as we with our boasted achievements are in advance of the inhabitants of "darkest Africa."
The distance directly across the space from inner surface to inner surface is about six hundred miles less than the recognized diameter of the earth. In the identical center of this vast vacuum is the seat of electricity — a mammoth ball of dull red fire — not startlingly brilliant, but surrounded by a white, mild, luminous cloud, giving out uniform warmth, and held in its place in the center of this internal space by the immutable law of gravitation. This electrical cloud is known to the people "within" as the abode of "The Smoky God." They believe it to be the throne of "The Most High."
Olaf Jansen reminded me of how, in the old college days, we were all familiar with the laboratory demonstrations of centrifugal motion, which clearly proved that, if the earth were a solid, the rapidity of its revolution upon its axis would tear it into a thousand fragments.
The old Norseman also maintained that from the farthest points of land on the islands of Spitzbergen and Franz Josef Land, flocks of geese may be seen annually flying still farther northward, just as the sailors and explorers record in their log-books. No scientist has yet been audacious enough to attempt to explain, even to his own satisfaction, toward what lands these winged fowls are guided by their subtle instinct. However, Olaf Jansen has given us a most reasonable explanation.
The presence of the open sea in the Northland is also explained. Olaf Jansen claims that the northern aperture, intake or hole, so to speak, is about fourteen hundred miles across. In connection with this, let us read what Explorer Nansen writes, on page 288 of his book: "I have never had such a splendid sail. On to the north, steadily north, with a good wind, as fast as steam and sail can take us, an open sea mile after mile, watch after watch, through these unknown regions, always clearer and clearer of ice, one might almost say: 'How long will it last?' The eye always turns to the northward as one paces the bridge. It is gazing into the future. But there is always the same dark sky ahead which means open sea." Again, the Norwood Review of England, in its issue of May 10, 1884, says: "We do not admit that there is ice up to the Pole — once inside the great ice barrier, a new world breaks upon the explorer, the climate is mild like that of England, and, afterward, balmy as the Greek Isles."
Some of the rivers "within," Olaf Jansen claims, are larger than our Mississippi and Amazon rivers combined, in point of volume of water carried; indeed their greatness is occasioned by their width and depth rather than their length, and it is at the mouths of these mighty rivers, as they flow northward and southward along the inside surface of the earth, that mammoth icebergs are found, some of them fifteen and twenty miles wide and from forty to one hundred miles in length.
Is it not strange that there has never been an iceberg encountered either in the Arctic or Antarctic Ocean that is not composed of fresh water? Modern scientists claim that freezing eliminates the salt, but Olaf Jansen claims differently.
Ancient Hindoo, Japanese and Chinese writings, as well as the hieroglyphics of the extinct races of the North American continent, all speak of the custom of sun-worshiping, and it is possible, in the startling light of Olaf Jansen's revelations, that the people of the inner world, lured away by glimpses of the sun as it shone upon the inner surface of the earth, either from the northern or the southern opening, became dissatisfied with "The Smoky God," the great pillar or mother cloud of electricity, and, weary of their continuously mild and pleasant atmosphere, followed the brighter light, and were finally led beyond the ice belt and scattered over the "outer" surface of the earth, through Asia, Europe, North America and, later, Africa, Australia and South America.
It is a notable fact that, as we approach the Equator, the stature of the human race grows less. But the Patagonians of South America are probably the only aborigines from the center of the earth who came out through the aperture usually designated as the South Pole, and they are called the giant race.
Olaf Jansen avers that, in the beginning, the world was created by the Great Architect of the Universe, so that man might dwell upon its "inside" surface, which has ever since been the habitation of the "chosen."
They who were driven out of the "Garden of Eden" brought their traditional history with them.
The history of the people living "within" contains a narrative suggesting the story of Noah and the ark with which we are familiar. He sailed away, as did Columbus, from a certain port, to a strange land he had heard of far to the northward, carrying with him all manner of beasts of the fields and fowls of the air, but was never heard of afterward.
On the northern boundaries of Alaska, and still more frequently on the Siberian coast, are found boneyards containing tusks of ivory in quantities so great as to suggest the burying-places of antiquity. From Olaf Jansen's account, they have come from the great prolific animal life that abounds in the fields and forests and on the banks of numerous rivers of the Inner World. The materials were caught in the ocean currents, or were carried on ice-floes, and have accumulated like driftwood on the Siberian coast. This has been going on for ages, and hence these mysterious bone-yards.
On this subject William F. Warren, in his book already cited, pages 297 and 298, says: "The Arctic rocks tell of a lost Atlantis more wonderful than Plato's. The fossil ivory beds of Siberia excel everything of the kind in the world. From the days of Pliny, at least, they have constantly been undergoing exploitation, and still they are the chief headquarters of supply. The remains of mammoths are so abundant that, as Gratacap says, 'the northern islands of Siberia seem built up of crowded bones.' Another scientific writer, speaking of the islands of New Siberia, northward of the mouth of the River Lena, uses this language: 'Large quantities of ivory are dug out of the ground every year. Indeed, some of the islands are believed to be nothing but an accumulation of drift-timber and the bodies of mammoths and other antediluvian animals frozen together.' From this we may infer that, during the years that have elapsed since the Russian conquest of Siberia, useful tusks from more than twenty thousand mammoths have been collected."
But now for the story of Olaf Jansen. I give it in detail, as set down by himself in manuscript, and woven into the tale, just as he placed them, are certain quotations from recent works on Arctic exploration, showing how carefully the old Norseman compared with his own experiences those of other voyagers to the frozen North. Thus wrote the disciple of Odin and Thor:
This blog is about the Sumerian gods, the Anunnaki as depicted in The 12th Planet. See Zecharia Sitchin.
Where the story came from,
The ancient cuneiform texts, some of the earliest known writing dating back some 6,000 years told the story of a race of beings called the Anunnaki. The earliest record of the Sumerian creation myth and flood myth is found on a single fragmentary tablet excavated in Nippur, sometimes called the Eridu Genesis. It is written in the Sumerian language and datable by its script to 2150 BC.
Where the Anunnaki came from,
According to Sitchin, the Sumerians say that the Anunnaki came to Earth from a planet in our solar system called Nibiru. If you've never heard of it, that's because mainstream science does not recognize Nibiru as one of the planets that revolves around our Sun. This planet's orbit around the Sun is highly elliptical, taking it out beyond Pluto at its farthest point and bringing it as close to the Sun as the far side of the asteroid belt. It takes Nibiru 3,600 years to complete one orbital journey, and it was last in this vicinity around 160 B.C.E. As you can imagine, the gravitational effects of a Jupiter sized planet moving close to the inner solar system, could wreak havoc on the orbits of other planets, disrupt the asteroid belt and spell big trouble for planet Earth. Sitchin states, Nibiru is called "the twelfth planet" because, Sitchin claimed, the Sumerians' gods-given conception of the Solar System counted all eight planets, plus Pluto, the Sun and the Moon. It is the home of a technologically advanced human-like extraterrestrial race called the Anunnaki in Sumerian myth, who Sitchin states are called the Nephilim in Genesis. He wrote that they evolved after Nibiru entered the solar system and first arrived on Earth approximately 450,000 years ago, looking for minerals, especially gold, which they found and mined in Africa. These "gods" were the rank-and-file workers of the colonial expedition to Earth from planet Nibiru.
The story of the Anunnaki is told in Sitchin's many books is essentially this:
About 450,000 years ago, Alalu, the deposed ruler of the Anunnaki on Nibiru, escaped the planet on a spaceship and found refuge on Earth. He discovered that Earth had plenty of gold, which Nibiru needed to protect its diminishing atmosphere. They began to mine Earth's gold, and there were a lot of political battles among the Anunnaki for power. Sitchin believes that the fallout from nuclear weapons, used during a war between factions of the extraterrestrials, is the "evil wind" described in the Lament for Ur that destroyed Ur around 2000 BC. Sitchin states the exact year is 2024 BC. He says that his research coincides with many biblical texts, and that biblical texts come originally from Sumerian writings.
Then roughly around 300,000 years ago, the Anunnaki, Enki, decided to create a race of workers to relieve the Anunnaki who had mutinied over their dissatisfaction with their working conditions. Primitive workers (Homo sapiens) were to be created by genetically engineering them as slaves to replace the Anunnaki in the gold mines by crossing extraterrestrial genes with those of Homo erectus. The result was Homo sapiens -- us.
He wrote that ancient inscriptions report that the human civilization in Sumer, Mesopotamia, was set up under the guidance of these "gods", and human kingship was inaugurated to provide intermediaries between mankind and the Anunnaki creating the "divine right of kings" doctrine. Eventually, rulership of the Earth was handed over to humans and the Anunnaki left, at least for the time being. Sitchin ties all this - and much more - into the stories of the first books of the Bible and the histories of other ancient cultures, especially Egyptian.
It's an astonishing story, to say the least. Most historians, anthropologists, and archeologists consider it all Sumerian myth, but Sitchin's work has created a diehard cadre of believers and researchers who take the story at face value.
The Anunnaki (also transcribed as: Anunna, Anunnaku, Ananaki and other variations) are a group of deities in ancient Mesopotamian cultures (i.e., Sumerian, Akkadian, Assyrian and Babylonian). The name is variously written "a-nuna", "a-nuna-ke-ne", or "a-nun-na", meaning something to the effect of "those of royal blood" or “princely offspring”. Their relation to the group of gods known as the Igigi is unclear — at times the names are used synonymously but in the Atra-Hasis flood myth the Igigi are the sixth generation of the Gods who have to work for the Anunnaki, rebelling after 40 days and replaced by the creation of humans. The Igigi were the younger gods who were servants of the Anunnaki.
The Igigi from Middle Assyrian and Babylonian times on, is generally used to refer to the gods of heaven collectively, just as the term Anunnakku (Anuna) was later used to refer to the gods of the underworld. In the Epic of Creation, it is said that there are “300 lgigu of heaven.” The Anunnaki appear in the Babylonian creation myth, Enuma Elish. In the late version magnifying Marduk, after the creation of mankind, Marduk divides the Anunnaki and assigns them to their proper stations. Three hundred in heaven, three hundred on the earth. In gratitude, the Anunnaki, the "Great Gods", built Esagila, the splendid: "They raised high the head of Esagila equaling Apsu. Having built a stage-tower as high as Apsu, they set up in it an abode for Marduk, Enlil, Ea." Then they built their own shrines.
According to later Assyrian and Babylonian myth, the Anunnaki were the children of Anu and Ki. The names below were given to the gatekeepers of the Abzu temple at Eridu, the site at which the creation was thought to have occurred.
Basic Anunnaki family Tree
Here is a good website for detailed compilation of each deity.
And here is a good website breaking down each Anunnaki character. Talk about family drama...
This seems to be such a wild and sophisticated tale for such a primitive civilization. Remember, this is one of the first civilizations known to man. Genetic manipulation? Really? Even the Greek Mythology of their gods doesn’t get so, oh I don’t know, realistic...? Either Sitchin got the translation all wrong, or there is a race of extraterrestrials with some explaining to do. I do tend to believe there is more fact than fiction to this “myth”. I mean, what “god” sees themselves as “rank-and-file workers of the colonial expedition”?
If the Sumerian Myth were true, it would explain a lot. Like how a pioneering society could create such an advanced civilization of government, math, farming, inventions, astronomy, all in such a short period of time. How would a low-level society even come up with genetic manipulation? Plus, it would explain the genetic hole between Homo sapiens and Homo erectus. Isn’t it funny how the first Homo erectus skeleton is discovered in Africa. And what about all those depictions of animal hybrid cross-breeding, like lamassu or mušḫuššu? Are these actually examples of genetically manipulated creatures that the Anunnaki were tinkering with and a human just drew/sculpted what they were actually witnessing? Isn’t this what our scientist are doing right now? And did the Anunnaki really leave, or are there still some here? Imagine if they came back. What a shock not only for us, but for them. We aren’t exactly a nice, trusting, passive group. The past 100 years we’ve truly advanced technologically. Of course, they would be eons ahead of us; still, we’ve split the atom. Imagine if they came back and insisted they were our Gods because they created us. Just imagine... I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes.
It just makes you wonder if what we know about the past could be completely wrong. Thankfully, science believes it’s all a myth, so we have nothing to worry about.
In China, there is no doomsday prediction for 2012 besides Hollywood movies. On the contrary, China has one prophecy regarding to 2012 from Ching 清 Dynasty. It said that a wise man will appear to make the world prosperous and peaceful in the year of Black Dragon. (Chinese language page Chinese Prophecy for 2012) Using the Chinese astrology calendar to see if anything special should be expected on the date of 12.21.2012.
2012 is Black Water Dragon Year. The December of 2012 is Water Rat month and 12/21/2012 is Male Dragon day. What's the meaning of Dragon to Water? Dragon contains Earth, Water and Wood. It is also called Water Dam in Chinese astrology. Water Dam is the source of Water. That means the Water of Black Water Dragon will never dry. Therefore, December of 2012 is a very strong Water month and in general, something to do with water will be the main event happening in the December 2012. Water is related to rains, oceans, flooding, rivers, lakes, dams, cold, tsunamis, hurricanes or even mudslides. Global warming or a magnetic pole drifting phenomenon might cause a natural Water disaster. However, there is no evidence or special sign to cause such a global disaster in December 2012. The end of a cycle is the beginning of another new cycle. It implies a new hope for the tomorrow.
Timewave Zero: Terence McKenna’s Time Wave Theory
This prediction is endorsed by a I-Ching theory from Terence Mckenna who was an American philosopher, writer and spiritual teacher. He invented the I-Ching Time Wave theory using The King Wen sequence, which is an order arrangement of the 64 hexagram. He assigned mathematical values to each of 384 lines of the 64 hexagram in a graph to make the curve and translated into time. The ending date was calculated in November 2012. Later, he revised the date to December in order to match 12.21.2012.
He's a bit eccentric, but he has some interesting points.
The first hexagram is a sign for Peace. The 63rd hexagram is a sign of completion and success and it also a sign of accident - extreme pleasure might be followed by sorrow. The last hexagram implies a sign of incomplete, danger and hope of future. That means the last hexagram doesn't mean the end of the cycle.
End Times: Bible and 2012
The problem I have with the written Bible is, it has been edited with prejudice, for over 3500 years. That’s a lot of editing my friends and a lot of authors. Granted, I think in general it had started out as a legitimate concept of recording the past events, but it has lost its credibility with the centuries of alterations. Case and point, when the church arbitrarily picked a date to celebrate Jesus birth date. They weren’t really sure when it happened but they wanted to meld the Winter Solstice celebrated by the Pagans, with the Catholic teachings. If the Catholic religion fudged this, you gotta ask what other important things they fudged? But there is ALWAYS a grain of truth, so I shall put the Bible in this list as well.
The book of Revelation spans three literary genres: epistolary, apocalyptic, and prophetic. It begins with an epistolary address to the reader followed by an apocalyptic description of a complex series of events derived from prophetic visions which the author claims to have seen. These include the appearance of a number of images which have become important in Christian eschatology, such as the Whore of Babylon, the Beast, and culminate in the Second Coming of Jesus.
The vague and excessive imagery has led to a wide variety of interpretations:
Shamans in general believe a more optimistic interpretation of the 2012 prophecy. Instead of referring to the end of the world as we have known it, they do not predict a physical destruction of the material world, but to the death and rebirth with a mass inner-transformation of humanity. Tibetan and Maya Elders alike tell us we are moving from a Dark Age to an Age of Light. Many say this Light Age is already here; and that we humans just have to wake up to it.
Others believe that we will be forced through a harsh dimensional division by years end. This is a shared belief with the Sumerian prophecy. Though if this occurs, we may never know it unless people start vanishing before our eyes. Then the Bible thumpers will claim it is the Rapture. It's interesting how so many events tie together.
The Hopi/Tibetan Prophecy also speaks of the arrival of a New Generation of Children. That every single person during this time "signed up" for this assignment a long time ago. The plan was that the New Children would become of age by 2012. Then they would lead us into the Time of Never Ending Peace.
This time is also a when Earth will be passing through the galactic equator and will be lined up with the center of the galaxy in a profound galactic alignment. Some even say that there is a serpent light coming from the galaxy which supposedly will create a profound change in human consciousness. Whenever the Earth passes through this particular serpent light, which is a "cord" of energy that is coming from the center of the galaxy and is always in this particular place that Earth passes through every 26,000 years, the energy of anything it touches, in this case the Earth and its inhabitants, changes.
Their prophecy is generally good. It states, “When the Eagle of the North flies with the Condor of the South, The Spirit of the Land, She will Reawaken.” But there are also writings of the Incas think that before 2013 an influential space rock will start the purging procedure of the earth. This prophecy suggests that the purification will begin with many lives being lost.
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Many believe that this is when full disclosure may occur, either by a (sub) government or by the aliens.
Personally, the only way there would be disclosure on this subject was if the aliens revealed themselves, because if there was a Military Industrial Complex that runs the US’s black operation projects, they would never reveal their hand. Never. There is nothing in it for them to reveal to the general population what they’ve been up to.
All these theories are a matter of interpretation, plus some of the predictions do not land precisely of 12.21.2012. A person has to keep in mind, many of the theories state (whatever) will occur in the beginning of 2013.
We shall see...
2012 and the Mayan Long Count Calendar
According to the Popol Vuh, a book compiling details of creation accounts known to the K'iche' Maya of the Colonial-era highlands, we are living in the fourth world. The Popol Vuh describes the first three creations that the gods failed in making and the creation of the successful fourth world where men were placed. In the Maya Long Count, the previous creation ended at the start of a 13th b'ak'tun. The previous creation ended on a long count of 18.104.22.168.19. Another 22.214.171.124.19 will occur on December 20, 2012, followed by the start of the fourteenth b'ak'tun, 126.96.36.199.0, on December 21, 2012.
The Mayans said that the initial time of the start of their civilization was in 3113 B.C. The Great Cycle of Mayan Calendar is 5,125 years. The ending date of 5125-year-long Great Cycle (and the start of the 5th Sun Cycle) is on the Winter Solstice December 21, 2012. Therefore some people interpret that doomsday is on December 21, 2012.
*What is interesting to note in all of the Indian and Shaman prophecies is the belief that we are in the 4th World and entering the 5th. It doesn't matter if the belief is in Africa or South America. Weird coincidence?*
Sumerians believed that a planet called Nibiru will be traveling by us at about this time, creating tectonic chaos on our planet.
In 1851 in Iraq archaeologists discovered a library with 22,000 scrolls, dating back to over 6,000 years ago when the region was known as Mesopotamia, Sumer, and Babylon. Amongst them they also unearthed a star map on a pottery cylinder seal. It shows a solar system with twelve elements in it, not just the nine we know today. This incredible, priceless Sumerian cylinder seal is now stored a Berlin museum. The seal depicts our solar system with a sun at the center and the planets arrayed around it and amazingly there's another planet which the Sumerians called Nibiru. The Sumerian Tablets, which speak of the returning of Nibiru, a planet said to visit our solar system once every 3600 years. Nibiru is said to be the home of our forefathers; the original creators of the Human race; the gods of the Old Testament, where the Annunaki, or the Celestial Giants, came from. We can't see Niburu at the moment because it is believed to be hidden behind the sun or traveling in from Earth's Southern Hemisphere. It is stated to having a massive, peculiar, elliptical orbit. Even beyond the furthest reaches of our solar system. 6000 years ago the Sumerians could see it plainly in the night sky, maybe even in the daytime. The name Nibiru itself gives us a clue about what could happen in 12.21.2012 - Niburu translates as 'planet of the crossing'. That means Nibiru will appear again in 2012 as it crosses through our part of the solar system. This is what the Sumerian 2012 Doomsday Prophecy is all about.
The tablets speak of a time of ascension. This ascension isn't too dissimilar to the "rapture" as spoken of in the Bible. Those who've become spiritually awakened (aware of their place in the Universe) will ascend into the next plain of existence. Those who are still bound by the ways of the creators and the materialistic world will be left to see the return of the Anunnaki (the end of their 3600 year cycle). These people will see great changes in the Earth because of the influence of Nibiru. They will also see great battles between the Anunnaki and the Humans of Earth.
I'll go into more detail on Nibiru, a.k.a. Wormwood, a.k.a Planet X, a.k.a Sedna in another post. But here are some interesting facts to consider:
"Something" came through our solar system before that:
1. Destroyed another planet, creating the Asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter
2. Sucked the atmosphere/water off Mars.
3. Only Uranus and Venus rotate East to West. Opposite direction of all the other planets.
4. An unusually large moon off of the Earth. (A planet our size should not have a moon this size. It's not normal in space.)
It is believed Nibiru is the size of Jupiter. Could a planet that size create that much chaos in our solar system?
Hopi Prophecy 2012
I came across this on the web. I do not know if it is true but it’s interesting to read.
"I am White Feather, a Hopi of the ancient Bear Clan. In my long life I have traveled through this land, seeking out my brothers, and learning from them many things full of wisdom. I have followed the sacred paths of my people, who inhabit the forests and many lakes in the east, the land of ice and long nights in the north, and the places of holy altars of stone built many years ago by my brothers' fathers in the south. From all these I have heard the stories of the past, and the prophecies of the future. Today, many of the prophecies have turned to stories, and few are left -- the past grows longer, and the future grows shorter.” And now White Feather is dying. His sons have all joined his ancestors, and soon he too shall be with them. But there is no one left, no one to recite and pass on the ancient wisdom. My people have tired of the old ways -- the great ceremonies that tell of our origins, of our emergence into the Fourth World, are almost all abandoned, forgotten, yet even this has been foretold. The time grows short. “My people await Pahana, the lost White Brother, [from the stars] as do all our brothers in the land. He will not be like the white men we know now, who are cruel and greedy. We were told of their coming long ago. But still we await Pahana. He will bring with him the symbols, and the missing piece of that sacred tablet now kept by the elders, given to him when he left, that shall identify him as our True White Brother. The Fourth World shall end soon, and the Fifth World will begin. This the elders everywhere know. The Signs over many years have been fulfilled, and so few are left.”
Edgar Cayce's Actual Readings about the coming Earth Changes
When asked what the New Age means to humanity, Edgar Cayce replied:
“the full consciousness of the ability to communicate with the Creative Forces and be aware of the relationships to the Creative Forces and the uses of same in material environs. This awareness during the era or age in the Age of Atlantis and Lemuria or Mu brought what? Destruction to man, and his beginning of the needs of the journey up through that of selfishness.” (1602-3)
Cayce is informing us that in a previous time cycle, humanity had a level of consciousness and relationship with the Creative Forces that allowed us to live at higher levels of material, mental, and spiritual activity in the Earth and beyond. Unfortunately, we misused this consciousness and the power that came with the close relationship to the Forces. This misuse brought on the destruction of our great cultures and a long, karmic soul journey through the pain and confusion that resulted from our selfishness and self-centered focus on our will without regard for the will of the Creator and others. Now, as the cycles come around again, we are nearing a time when the level of consciousness and relationship with the Creative Forces will allow us once again to regain these powers.
From Reading #3976-15 (Given on January 19, 1934)
I will post part 2 in a couple days. There I will go over the Shaman, Inca, I-Ching, Bible and few others.
I am on the fence about the entire fiasco. On the one hand I hope nothing happens, and on the other, it would be disappointing if nothing happens. Screwed up, right? Though, I have to say I’m leaning toward, nothing negative happening. Why? Because I didn’t win the 500 Million Dollar PowerBall ticket. It would be life’s joke on me to say, “Yeah, you won 500 Million Dollars and now you have less than 21 days to spend it.” I’m guessing many of you would fit into this boat with me.
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"There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown." - King James Bible (Cambridge Ed.)
Maybe the Greek Gods were the original giants that eventually turned into mythology.
In every written account there is always grain of truth.
It is interesting to note the similarities from around the world about them. The red hair, the six digits, and the recorded violence. And they are reported to be found all around the world, from Hawaii, to Asia, to North America.
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There are other stories you can find on the web which are very hard to understand or explain; like the 1877 prospectors outside of Eureka Nevada finding a human leg broken off four inches above the knee cap including the foot. This leg was found sticking out of solid red quartzite rock dating from the time of the dinosaurs. Medical doctors examined the bones and stated that it did indeed belong to a human of very modern appearance, except that the size of the bones measured from heel to knee 39 inches. The owner would have stood over 12 feet tall.
Or the 64 pound sledge hammer found in a 3500 year old copper mine near the town of Llandudno in North Wales. Then there is the giant axes and swords unearthed in Iran.
There are many stories all you have to do is search for it.
Solomon Island giants, red haired giants, Arizona giants, California giants, Ohio giants, Peruvian giants
According to mainstream science, giants never existed, but what of all the evidence found and hidden because it would hurt their grant money to claim such a thing. Why do we allow mainstream science to determine what is factual and what is not? What makes them the 'be all, end all' anyway?
Now; I'd say both. Back before the 1950s; I'd say "Them".
Since Roswell had taken place back in 1947, for a good fifteen to twenty years it would be easy to assume it was "Them". But now, you have to wonder if at least a quarter, to maybe even half of the proclaimed UFO sightings are probably "Us". It would probably take us a good decade or two to successfully back-engineer one of their crashed ships. And then to be able to navigate in space, beyond Earth's atmosphere would be quite a feat, but do-able.
To me it is easy to assume the Military Industrial Complex (made up of powerful company executives) is in control of all the technology that was handed to them and asked to "back-engineer it". Using private companies I'm sure would make it a good way to launder the money needed for such a program. Plus, there would be no public oversight. But they would have to be working hand and hand with the military. It would also explain why the United States military's lack of interest with going into space, not to mention other planets. Because they're already doing it.
But the cockiness of the group mentioned above, is what cracks-me-up. Don't they know, in the end they'll get burned? History has shown this time and again-they wont escape destiny.
I understand why they hide it. Because if they opened one can of worms, they'd have to open all the cans of worms. And then to tell the public, "Oh and sorry, but they are technologically more advanced than us and can easily do whatever they please. We are defenseless. Sorry." There would be mass panic. Plus, it would destroy several people's mind-set that "We" are not the most advanced evolved being in the universe. *snort* That always makes me roll me eyes. In my book that thinking will go down with, "the earth is flat" and "the sun revolves around earth".
Will man's ego ever learn?
On the other hand, if the MIC and Government just ripped that band-aid off, the combined intellect of the human mind is more likely to come up with a viable defense system than MIC trying to do it on their own. Humans are better at doing things together, than apart when there is a shared goal to strive for.
But I do believe we are still being observed by "Them". We are on the brink of entering into the next stage of our evolution. Either we'll destroy each other, or grow. It's that simple. So they are coming to watch to see which way we'll go. Don't get me wrong, I don't think all E.T.s benevolent and believe in non-interference, because some are coming to exploit our planet. Then there are other E.T.s who have stopped watching altogether, because they're disgusted with us. They think we'll fail to move forward and destroy our planet in the process. Which as an outsider, I would think that, too.
But all there needs to be is one cataclysmic event that changes the focus of everyone on the planet, then stand back and watch how old rivalries vanish.
I'll give one example. When 911 happened, New Yorkers for weeks after, were the nicest people on the planet who all with a common hatred for one person. Religion, age, race, gender, political standing, sexuality, financial status, or nationality no longer seemed important any more.
So you ask, what is dark matter? Why do I care? Believe it or not, there is actually more dark matter in the universe than there is atom matter.
Dark matter is a type of matter hypothesized to account for a large part of the total mass in the universe. It cannot be seen directly with telescopes; evidently it neither emits nor absorbs light or other electromagnetic radiation. Instead, its existence and properties are inferred from its gravitational effects on visible matter, radiation, and the large scale structure of the universe. Dark matter is estimated to constitute 84% of the matter in the universe and 23% of the mass-energy.
Oh and there isn’t just dark matter, there’s Cold Dark Matter, Warm Dark Matter, Hot Dark Matter, and Mixed. Not to mention baryonic and nonbaryonic dark matter.
Dark matter came to the attention of astrophysicists because of discrepancies between the mass of large astronomical objects and their gravitational effects, and mass calculated from the "luminous matter" like stars, gas, and dust. According to consensus among cosmologists, dark matter is composed primarily of a new, not yet characterized, type of subatomic particle. The search for this particle, by a variety of means, is one of the major efforts in particle physics today. Although the existence of dark matter is generally accepted by the mainstream scientific community, several alternative theories have been proposed to try to explain the anomalies for which dark matter is intended to account.
One of the ways scientists are researching it is through the Large Hadron Collider (LHC).
This is the world's largest and highest-energy particle accelerator. The funny thing about this instrument is when the scientist decided to turn it on, they weren't sure if it was going to make a tiny black hole that would grow and gobble up our solar system. Funny huh? Same situation as the nuclear bomb; they weren't sure if it wasn't just going to ignite the entire planet. Those pesky scientists and their sense of humor... granted they "claimed" the chances of any of the above scenarios from happening were slim. I don't fault them for doing it. I'm one of the first people who would push the big red button with the sign over it declaring, "DO NOT PUSH THE RED BUTTON". I just gotta do it, to see what happens. But it just takes a lot of balls to push "That" button-knowing you could-could end all life on Earth.
To me, the best way to look at dark matter is, it’s what black holes are made of. Of course this is just a hypothesis on my part. I’m not a scientist but no one knows what black holes are made of at this point. It just makes sense, nature has a way of balancing itself out and wouldn’t it be fitting the thing that makes the solar systems (made of atoms) turn, was the black hole (made of dark matter) in the center of the Milky Way Galaxy.
So why is any of this important? Well, it has been determined that even if we found a way to bend space, there would never be enough power required to travel through the universe. And according to scientists it would therefore make space travel impossible, which would make the existence of an advanced alien exploration, improbable.
But, BUT, what if an alien civilization found a way to harness the power in dark matter or dark energy? There is an abundance of it throughout space, again more of it than there is of atom matter. And then, add in the ability to fold space time, to me, makes it all possible. If another species is traveling in space, then they are advanced enough, scientifically, to use these tools. Just because we can't do it and we don’t understand it, doesn’t make it impossible, just unbelievable.
Moon Landing Map
There has been a controversy in the past of whether or not we went to the moon? I believe we did. But I also think things were seen there that the public was never shown. Being in the entertainment industry, I have a strong sense when I look at a picture if it has been doctored or not (because I have been known to do the doctoring in projects I’ve worked on), and it is my belief several of those pictures were doctored.
The moon is just a strange anomaly, something that big should not be orbiting the earth. It isn’t naturally found in the universe for a planet the size of Earth to have a Moon that large. Besides, the moon should not “ring like a bell”.
I also believe (after we developed the atomic bomb) we were consequentially told to not return to space “or else...” This would explain why we never left earth’s orbit for 40 years. Even Russia decided to stop going beyond the Earth’s hemisphere. Yet, we have technologically advanced on so many other levels. But we haven’t advanced any further than sending a man to the moon. Traveling up to our hemisphere to a “space station” and back is not technically space travel. And think of how much more advanced we are since the 1968, with cell phones and battery cells. Yet the (worldwide government’s) space community appear to have no real drive to go beyond the moon’s orbit. Weird huh? Yet, with 1960’s technology we can go to the moon and back.
With that thought processes you have to wonder, why?
There is no better way to explore than 'hands on'.
Did the world’s government decide, we just weren’t a match against an alien technology that could take over our missile silos?
Or could it be there is a secret government agency already traveling in space? Maybe we’ve had a technological boom because we back-engineered a bunch of advanced crashed alien gadgets. Maybe there is no rush to explore beyond our moon because we are already “out there”.
Hopefully one day the truth will come out.
_Here's a fun topic. And no I'm not talking about the ones from across the border.
No I’ve never met an extraterrestrial, at least as far as I know. It is possible that they look exactly like us. God is creative, but if the mold works, don’t break it.
And it would be entirely egotistical as a human being to believe we are the only intelligent thing out there.
So, do I think they’re real?
Of course. Earth Humanity has always been small-minded when it comes thinking outside of their scientific/religious box. It fits into the same theory that the world is flat, and that the Sun revolves around the earth. Humanity has a way of letting its ego get in the way of the natural law of the universe. If it can happen, it will. So, of course there are other intelligent species in the universe. But, I do think we are unique because we are so violent yet we’re still spiritual, an odd combination to be sure. I don’t think that is a common attribute for sentient beings.
Have they visited us?
Sure, why not. I’m sure we’re an interesting petri dish of organisms. But we’re a little unpredictable and quite vicious, so I’m sure they stay back. I would.
Do you think the government is hiding it from the public?
I think the government has their fingers in all sorts of things we know nothing about. And I do think one day it may all come out, perhaps in my life time.
Does the president know?
I think the president stopped being "told" was around Kennedy’s reign.
Many to this day wonder at the warning he was implying. What was the underlying meaning to it?
This is in the same time frame as the Majestic 12 documents and Roswell.
_Do you subscribe to the theory that an alien race created us?
That is what the Sumerian culture describes, which in and unto itself, is interesting because they are the first known civilized culture of current man. Before this was Neanderthal, and for us to spring into the Sumerian civilization is astonishing. If you want to be amazed, read about the Sumerians. They were nearly as advanced as we are today. Many of the items we use today is from them. For example the way we measure time. 24 hours, 60 minutes, 60 seconds. They created that, and they had a judicial system with laws, courts, and judges. And they kept records. People owned land. Remember this is right out of the Neanderthal time period.
But, according to the Sumerians, an alien race (the Annunaki) came to our planet and genetically altered the Neanderthals into Homosapiens so they could have slaves.
And to add to that, the Sumerians also claimed the Annunaki were enormous-giants. Did alien manipulate our DNA, I don’t know. The jury is still out for me at least. But the Sumerian History would explain the “missing link”.
Now biblically, it is claimed “the fallen” were large and evil incarnate, known as the Nephilim. It is said they fell from the sky. Could the Nephilim be the Annunaki?
Plus, look at the Greek mythology. Again, could the Greek Gods actually be based on the Annunaki?
And then there is the Dogon Tribe in the Homburi Mountains near Timbuktu. At the center of their religious teachings is knowledge about a star that is invisible to the eye and so difficult to observe, even through a telescope, that no photographs were taken of it until 1970. The Dogon say they received their knowledge by visitors to the earth from another star system.
This is recorded on a wall called a Circumsion.
The star they describe is Sirius B and its existence was first theorized by Western astronomers in 1844.
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