They Have Been Following Me For Years And I Was Already Cloned (After Solving Quantum Physics)

The child predator releases.... it's all a very true thing to digest, absolutely, but most of us have known about this for years. You can view what's occurring as a preliminary step, the prebiotic for further digestion of, or from another angle, you could almost see it as a cover, a distraction, from what was really going on... The presence of Ghislaine Maxwell, and all the the scientists they were involved with for 20 years... it is all related directly to... drumroll please.... the search for .....

Atlantis.
(at-least that hypothesis would be good for me to convince you of for my project here)

On one hand, we have (alien astronaut theorists) people obsessed with tales of forgotten ancient civilizations, and in the same light, we have others(Alex Jones) obsessed over secret shadow societies, and the evil baby eating elite. Both of these are incredibly important ventures, domains of knowledge which contribute to our collective waking up, but the real meat on the bone is found at the intersection, the criss-cross of these two worlds. Why all the efforts towards science and archaeology? Technological advancements as of lately, this phase of ours giving computers, internet, space travel, and artificial intelligence, it is all Atlantean technology that is coming back online. Deep in the circles of the elite; political, financial, tech, literary, entertainment, the arts, etc., there are networks that are very familiar with this particular tale. They have been dead set on getting their hands back around whatever the cause of all the Atlantis technology was about, along with understanding their sacred magic. These groups are engaged in a search for the Atlantean ruins for their own power, for their own prestige, and for their own reconnection with a force called - Beli'al. Massage parties, celebrity secrets, and all the other craziness which has intrigued the masses, is but the first rung of the secret trap door's ladder.

What's actually going on, is that we have some of the brightest scientists in the world, working with this group that is associated with sextortion, blackmail, financial money laundering, drug smuggling, etc.

..... why?

"ORGY ISLAND!!!!!!"

It all goes back to Hemingway.
Ernest Hemingway.
The Old Man and the Sea

Hemingway committed suicide via shotgun out in Ketchum, Idaho, July 2, 1961(less 4 hours away from me). This town (whose most recent census claims a population of 3,555) became a favorable nesting place for the author after ski resort, Sun Valley, was built(in 7 months) adjacently(on a 3,888-acre Ranch). The first place to ever install chairlifts, it is the location he finished his For Whom The Bell Tolls, and it attracted visits from those along the lines of Marilyn Monroe, Lucille Ball, The Kennedys, etc. The FBI under J. Edgar Hoover opened a file on him in the 1940s because of his contacts in Spain and activities in Cuba(particularly important to our story). By the late 1950s, friends and family recalled that Hemingway was increasingly obsessed with the idea that the FBI was bugging his phones, watching his bank accounts, intercepting his mail, and following his car. At the time, everyone dismissed Hemingway’s comments as delusional. What a paranoid freak. Why would anyone care to follow you around? Out of all the people in the world... Take a seat and write it out, or you will have to nest in the ER, not by the way of my hem is any of this occurring, you're just going through something right now, it's in your head, you're paranoid and making it all up. We all deeply care, and love, but are deeply.... deeply worried about you. ""

In late November 1960 he was quietly admitted to St. Marys Hospital at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, under an alias, where he received around 15 electroconvulsive treatments in December 1960 for severe depression. After returning to Ketchum and being found with a shotgun on the porch in spring 1961, he was hospitalized locally and then sent back to the Minnesota for a second stay from roughly April 1961 through late June, where he again underwent multiple ECT sessions (his total number of treatments over both stays is estimated to be around 20–36). Doctors discharged him in the last week of the month; he left Rochester on June 26, 1961, and arrived back in Ketchum on June 30, 1961. About six days after discharge, and roughly 36 hours after his return home, Ernest pulled the trigger in the entryway to his house. In 1983, after a Freedom of Information Act request, the FBI released a 124–127‑page Hemingway file documenting surveillance from the 1940s onward - including the early 1961 Mayo period. Even the phone outside of his hospital room, right before his death, it seemed, had evidence of being tapped. In a 2011 New York Times piece marking the 50th anniversary of the suicide, his friend A.E. Hotchner publicly admitted he had “misjudged” Hemingway’s fear of the FBI, and concluded that "the Bureau’s monitoring significantly deepened his anguish."

So if Hemingway’s “paranoia” was, in fact, a reasonably accurate reading of the pressure around him, the next question is why a novelist on a fishing boat mattered so much to the national security state in the first place? This is where the deeper narrative of Edgar Cayce, Atlantis, and an explanation for the strange submarine patrols out of his Cuban home begin to surface.

After his death, the Cuban government told Mary they intended to make Finca Vigía, the name of their home away from home, into a museum. They had not lived their since the fifties, everything was still sitting where it was. Relations between Cuba and the United States were very tense at the time, this being just after the Bay of Pigs, and U.S. citizens could not travel to Cuba. William Walton, a journalist, artist and Mary's friend from World War II, asked his President Pal John F. Kennedy for help in getting Mary to Cuba. "Within a few hours all was arranged."

In late 1961 Mary made the first of two pilgrimages back to Havana, slipping through the new Cold War barriers under quiet White House protection. She met with Castro, was driven out to Finca Vigía, and selected crates of manuscripts, letters, photographs, and paintings to ship back to the United States. She returned again in early 1962 for another sweep, packing additional books and belongings under Cuban supervision, but still leaving thousands of volumes and artifacts behind as the core foundation for the new shrine/museum outside Havana. The focus on the 'Shrine to Hemingway' that the Kennedy administration could have been related to his searches beneath the waters....

"In 1964 Mary met Jacqueline Kennedy's secretary at a party and, just by chance, offered the collection to the Kennedy Library. She then went fishing in the Cayman Islands while the library's representatives tried unsuccessfully to reach her."

Memorandum for the record by Brigadier General Edward Lansdale
(a pioneer in clandestine operations and psychological warfare)
“Meeting with the President, 16 March 1962”
https://nsarchive.gwu.edu/document/18279-national-security-archive-doc-06-memorandum

This discusses some sort of national security incident they were looking to stage in Cuba, with a particularly interesting focus on the inside of Hemingway's Shrine, which,

Suicide didn’t just touch Hemingway. His father, Clarence, shot himself in Oak Park on December 6, 1928. His sister Ursula died of a deliberate pill overdose on October 30, 1966. His youngest brother Leicester shot himself in 1982 after years of diabetes and illness. And in 1996 his granddaughter Margaux overdosed on phenobarbital in Santa Monica on July 1, the eve of the anniversary of Ernest’s own death. In all, biographers count at least five confirmed suicides in the direct Hemingway line, with some family members speaking of seven across four generations. This speaks to the absolute truth of ancestral trauma and how these things move through family systems. Aristotle from EVERYTHING'S A ROUGH DRAFT told me about the family of the individual whom he knew having severe mental illness, retrospect of terrible abuse. Mother, father, everyone seemed to be attempting suicide, multiple times, in this unending drive to escape some sort of hell which you would not expect to be present for those who 'had it all.' Certain high‑status, tightly wound families you see repeating, almost ritual patterns of breakdown and suicide.

The feds of that time targeted any famous person whose associations they found suspicious

It's not until the 60's to 70's you start to hear of all these things about Atlantis, and that's when, 25 years after his death, "Edgar Cayce on Atlantis" is released by his son, Edgar Evans Casey.

This book spread to some interesting circles, one of which, The Beatles. John Lennon became obsessed with Cayce and wanted to know exactly what this Atlantis stuff was all about. If you recall the similarities between the Mayans and the Egyptians, the Mayan Popol Vuh and The Egyptian Book of the Dead, both their pyramids and initiatory rites, it shouldn't surprise you that John went on a journey to Egypt and joined an expedition looking for The Hall of Records - rumored by Casey to be underneath the left paw of the Sphinx.

His girlfriend at the time, a photographer by the name of () claimed that he wouldn't go anywhere without Casey's book. Even trips to the bathroom. John was a seeker and true believer, going as far as to purchase a strip of land in the Atlantic ocean, just like Hemingway's brother, where Cayce predicted the ruins were going to eventually rise. It's free international waters, when Atlantis comes back to the surface here off the East coast, it is like you all of a sudden own a country. Unfortunately, the dream was cut a bit short when Yoko Ono sold off the property in 1987 after some stock market turbulence.

i tried my greatest but the order became tall
you might get confused and feel like a baby(K)
but what if that baby grew up into a lady
Who's iris left their doll

The first interesting connection to explore here involves the late designer
Alexander McQueen,
and his previous friend
Anabelle Neilson

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Sixteen years ago the myth of Plato's Atlantis found its way into the real world. This was the name of Alexander McQueen’s 2010 Spring/Summer womenswear collection and runway show. He used the story as a conceptual frame for imagining a future world shaped by flooding and environmental collapse. McQueen also connected that idea to Darwinian evolution. Garments were designed to give the appearance of reptiles and sea creatures, including snakes, stingrays, and jellyfish, while models were made to look hybrid or post-human, with fins, scales, shells, and other aquatic attributes. It was a proposition that humanity might adapt by evolving back toward aquatic life. The human body, pressed by rising seas, begins to assume new and unsettling forms. The collection was structured as a kind of visual evolution, moving from land and reptile references toward sea-creature forms and aquatic color palettes. One of the first major runway shows to be livestreamed online, it opens with a projected movie of a nude woman lying in sand. Soon snakes begin to appear, and she is covered by them. With a slightly erotic undertone, you almost get the sense that she is enraptured, making love to the reptiles. Next a psychedelic animation covers the screen, making it seem as though you had woken up in a pit of them yourself. All of a sudden, all sorts of truly avant garde(n) women begin to appear. Incredibly serious demeanor paired with quite lavish clothing designs, and otherworldly makeup/hair, it is like another species rose from the waters - to the runway. They strut as though just coming back into the house after that thanksgiving "walk" with the cousins, taken to help dinner digest. Really a beautiful show, I found myself in awe of the shoes they were wearing, what became the most remembered relics of the occasion. The "Armadillo." Only 24 exist across the planet today. 21 were originally designed for the show, and then 3 more were recreated for a charity event which took place in 2015. They were so tall that some models refused to walk in them. Lady Gaga wore the pair in her Bad Romance video, and it was at this Plato's Atlantis runway show that the song was first premiered. It turns out that this was a turbulent time in Alexanders life. The original plan was to have a box on stage, and then, at the end, walk down the runway himself, open it up, and end the show with a "bang." He couldn't go through with it. McQueen held onto all of these emotions for about a year or so before he ended up committing the act the day before his mothers funeral. There was a mixture of cocaine, sleeping pills, and also a smaller amount of tranquillizers found in his system, but had hung himself. This shocked many of the people close to him, who saw him as a creative genius.

His psychiatrist was quoted as saying that he had been skipping appointments and it was an "enormous difficulty in getting him to personally, physically come to appointments".

"He was a very secretive person. Over a period of time he had been let down by various friends who he felt were taking advantage of who he was. For that reason he was very guarded."

from designer Sebastian Pons

“He said ‘Yeah, I’m fed up, I’m done with this, I just want this to end.’ He thought the whole fashion world was against him.”

(it was a gift from her Fiancé at the time, which Gaga was very appreciative of)

Lady Gaga I enjoyed listening to this song on my moms ipod when I was 11
I just wanted to preface all of this with a large amount of a respect towards her
I could be sitting here perhaps distorting things in a profoundly negative way
it is not my aim to be insensitive towards a delicate subject, and if that is the case, I apologize
am I completely delusional, in many ways, and that could be what you are witness to here

"I want your ugly, I want your disease"

Written and co-produced by Gaga alongside Moroccan-Swedish record producer RedOne

Directly after this scene
3:47
we get first glimpse of the dancers in their new red outfits

Ra Ra Ra - a - a - a
Roma-roma' a
a- a -a

The director of this music video, Francis Lawrence, is the same man who directed I Am Legend, Red Sparrow, and all the Hunger Games movies, including the new one that's coming out

Lady Gaga has a huge fanbase who call themselves Little Monsters

That movie is awesome

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A Lady Gaga Special Collector's Issue #47 from August 2011
published by "who the hell knows" (I give up and challenge anyone to figure this out)

My dads first wife used to be a stripper 🤝😂

Outfit is Alexander McQueen from his Fall/Winter 2009 collection “The Horn Of Plenty.”

Anabelle Neilson wrote a 3 book children's "The Me Me Me's Series," each 32 pages, "Angry Me," "Messy Me," and "Dreamy Me." She also published an autobiography in 2016 that focused on her life with Alexander McQueen, by the title of "McQueen & I." Don't let this confuse you with the documentary that went by the same name released shortly after his death in 2011, which featured his story along with the woman who helped initiate his career - Isabella Blow. She was his mentor/close friend, and also introduced him to other important collaborators in fashion. Isabella was credited with “discovering” McQueen after seeing his Saint Martins graduate show and buying the entire collection. She then promoted his work, wore his clothes, and used her fashion-world influence to champion him early on. She was eventually diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2004 and began undergoing electroconvulsive therapy. For a time, the treatments appeared to be helpful, but she was shortly afterwards diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which worsened the condition. She eventually went on to commit suicide on May 7th, 2007, at 48 years old. This was her 7th attempt at the act in 14 months, finally successful through the consumption of weed killer.

"Blow was bipolar. McQueen had been sexually abused as a child. When she was 16, Neilson was tied to a tree and brutally attacked for two hours. The same man went on to murder three other women, and Neilson, deeply traumatised, turned to heroin. “A lot of people, John [Galliano], Lee [McQueen], me, have had things happen that you don’t want people to know about, so you live in a shell, in a bubble, to protect yourself,” Neilson once said."

Isabella was the godmother of Otis Ferry, the son of the famous rock and roll artist Bryan Ferry, who dedicated his thirteenth studio album Olympia (2010) to the memory of her and David Williams, a guitarist you've probably heard on tracks like Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal, Dirty Diana, etc. Prince Michael and Princess Michael of Kent of the British royal family were in attendance at her funeral, if that gives you a sense to her influence.

Another documentary was released that went by a shortened "McQueen," This was Anabelle Neilson's final on-screen appearance, in a cameo role during this biographical documentary. She was found dead at her home in London July 2018, at 49. The police stated that it was not being treated as suspicious, and a spokesperson for Westminster Coroner's Court stated that her cause of death was a "cerebrovascular accident," aka stroke. Her family later went on to say that she died of a heart attack. What is interesting is that her previous husband was a Rothschild. The day in which she died, it was his 47th birthday... Her family describes him as quickly bringing her into a dark life tha

Neilson was also a longtime friend of Naomi Campbell, and their connection seems to have grown out of the same London fashion world that revolved around Alexander McQueen in the 1990s. Neilson entered that circle through McQueen and became one of his closest companions and muses, while accounts say that through him she also became friends with Campbell and Kate Moss. They moved in the same London fashion circle from at least the 1990s, appeared together at public fashion events in 2004, 2010, and 2015, and Campbell later attended Neilson’s funeral to give a joint reading with Kate Moss in her honor.

Naomi was gifted her own private island by a Russian billionaire named Vladislav Doronin for her 41st birthday. It’s a small, scenic little piece of land off Turkey’s southwest coast, aka the Gulf of Gökova or Gulf of Kerme, known locally as Sedir Island. Shaped like a giant Egyptian Eye of Horus, it also goes by the name Cleopatra's Island. Legend has it that the sand on these beaches were imported all the way from Alexandria, Egypt, by none other than Marcus Antonius. A true romantic, the beach was too rough for his queen, and so, he immediately sent a fleet of men to go and retrieve her a softer walking trail. The grains are so spherically perfect, unusual for the region, that the beaches are closed off to visitors and they are not allowed to touch or take any of the sand with them(you can swim around though). Off the Aegean sea, the largest of a triple island group, full of ancient ruins of spectacular beauty, it houses a 2500-seat antique theatre, an old Sanctuary of Apollo, a basilica, church buildings, all alongside clear blue waters and a golden beach. If I sound like a salesman, that's because it may still be up for sale after the two of them broke up. This individual has commissioned the construction of an enormous fan, 47 stories tall, beachfront Miami, which is almost finished.

The $140 million home he had built for himself and Naomi in Russia

! 300
 "We've known each other for 20-something years,
  and he's been consistently the same.
  We really do have a brother-sister relationship,
  and I adore him."

2003
"I love her very much - but she's just my friend."
(In 2000 Mr Dzhabrailov ran for the presidency against Vladimir Puti)

2012

"He was silenced because of his involvement with Jeffrey Epstein"

Palenque was a Mayan city in what is now Chiapas, Mexico, flourishing roughly between 600 and 750 CE. Its original Maya name was Lakam’ha which means ”Place of many Waters”. The monuments housed here were early and innovative compared with other major centers, such as Tikal, and because so many of its texts survived, Palenque became a key for understanding Maya history and religion. It is one of the most studied sites which revealed a trove of information about the way these people worked, a sorta Rosetta stone, with many discoveries concerning the decipherment of glyphic texts based on its carved inscriptions. The royal lineage that lived here has now been documented from the 5th through to the 8th centuries, with births, accessions to the throne, deaths, victories and defeats - all imprinted in stone throughout the site. Archaeological evidence, in the form of pottery fragments, shows that people were living in Palenque as early as the Middle Preclassic period (around 600–300 BCE). Over time the site grew, and by the Early Classic period (250–600 CE) large public buildings were being constructed, marking the start of the cities written history with its first known ruler, K’uk’ Bahlam(Quetzal Jaguar), who took the throne on March 10, 431 CE. Inscriptions denoting the first three early Kings mention them as ruling from an unknown site named Tok Tahn, before relocating to Lakam’ha/Palenque. The corpus of glyphic inscriptions is extensive, and has helped piece together political/social relations with other sites, and insight into Maya rituals and world views. Concepts of kingship, time, and the journey between underworld and heavens are all major themes. At the heart of this location is the Temple of the Inscriptions, a nine‑tiered pyramid whose long hieroglyphic panels and hidden tomb turned Palenque from a place of pebbled ruins, into a residency of rhapsodical renovation, with a single discovery....

"Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing,"

[The instrument experiences a 34-second pause between the end of this statement and the beginning of the next one.]

"In the phantom with the roof gone."

The above image is a re-creation housed in the National Museum of Anthropology, Mexico City. Unfortunately the actual tomb is now off limits to the public.
It actually looked more like this photograph, captured when discovered.

Ruz Lhuillier was the man who uncovered the tomb of Pacal. It all began in March, walking across the Temple of the Inscriptions during his first official visit to Palenque in 1947. He was originally sent out here to investigate complaints filed by Postmaster Joaquín Hernández Palacios, who alleged that site guardian Agustin Álvarez was neglecting the ruins. Just to get out there was a journey, the area being extremely isolated, and from Mérida, it took four days by bus, train, chiclero plane, and horseback. When he arrived, Ruz documented eight primary structures, noted water seepage, a little bit of black slime on architecture, weather damage, and uncleared excavation debris from previous work. The report said there was garbage all over the place, but there wasn't - just regular rubble from fallen buildings. As-well, it was said that the camp house, the building that houses the archaeologists during excavation season, was amess. Ruz found it to be clean and in good condition, except for an opening in the roof from natural causes. He concluded that the site's deterioration was due to a wet climate and dense jungle growth, not negligence - especially since no excavations had occurred in two years. After interviewing the Postmaster, guardians, and townspeople, Ruz concluded the complaint was driven by jealousy, bad faith, and a financial dispute.

In October 1946, Postmaster Hernández visited the ruins but filed no report at that time. He saw whatever he saw, but sat on it for five full months before filing anything. Later down the line, around February 22nd, 1947, is when he sends the first negative report, claiming that the site had been abandoned by its guardian. Shortly after that period, 2-22-47, is when his red nosed employee Gonzales Rodolfo went and borrowed 200 pesos from this site guardian, telling him that money was needed for the next inspection hearing. The particularly damning part, exposing a little bit of potential calculation, is the fact that he was given a receipt. Gonzales didn't just take the money and disappear, well, he actually did disappear on a month long vacation, but first he gave Álvarez a written receipt, which should have been proof of their exchange. This receipt, however, was deliberately worded to make Álvarez look like the debtor, who owed 200 pesos, not the one with money in reserves. So when Álvarez went to Hernandez and tries to push back, the man claimed to know nothing about the situation, and in rebuttal to this folly, all Alvarez had was a piece of paper in his hand that legally worked against him, rather than for him. On March 11th, 1947 - Hernández reaffirmed his complaint and pushed for Álvarez to be replaced, essentially filing a second notice. March 15th, 1947, that is when Ruz arrived at the site and began his investigation.

Due to the fact that when he arrived everything was all good, Ruz suspected a deliberate scheme to get Álvarez fired, and noted this in his writings :

"My personal impression – resulting from my discussions with the guardians and with the aforementioned postmaster - is that there is a direct relationship between the matter of money taken from Agustin Álvarez and the insistence that he be dismissed as soon as possible. I cannot specify who is the instigator of this conflict and what is the end sought, but it is conceivable that harm is wanted and it is in bad faith. The evidence of such bad faith are mostly false reports about the work of the guardian, how the money was taken and the fact that the "receipt" that was given him for the 200 pesos is worded in such a way that it appears that Agustín Álvarez is the debtor and therefore he cannot legally claim what is owed"

Being an astute investigator, Ruz began to ask questions to the people of the town in regard to the character of all parties involved. He found that there was a dislike and envy amongst the local populace towards the site guardian and his stepson. They were getting paid 300 pesos a month, and were equipped with poultry, pigs, and even horses to ride. Ruz concluded his report by going over the fact that the guardian, Agustin, was a very hardworking, serious, and honest man. He fulfilled his obligations for the archaeological zone, and Ruz was confident that he could continue to do his job into the foreseeable future.

With the petty administrative dispute settled and the guardian's reputation secured, Ruz submitted his findings. But his initial 1947 inspection had instigated the inspiration of something else entirely internally. While surveying the ruins of recklessness only to titillatingly disprove the postmaster's crossed claims of negligence, Ruz recognized the immense, untapped archaeological potential of Palenque. Returning to his superiors, he successfully petitioned the INAH to authorize and fund a formal, long-term excavation. In the spring of 1948, Ruz returned to the jungle joyful. Instead of being a tedious errand boy, now he was the official director of his own archaeological project. What had begun as investigations into a fabricated 200-peso debt, was about to provocatively pivot into one of the most significant moments in Mesoamerican history.

In return to the precious land where he would come to make memories with Pals in which (en que) he would remember forever, Ruz found himself drawn, as if by a spell, exactly to the place where his attention needed to be. He then observed exactly what needed to be observed. Unlike the typical stucco floors seen in many Maya temples, the sanctuary floor of the Temple of the Inscriptions was formed of large, tightly fitted flagstones. Ruz saw that one prominent central slab had several holes cut through it, and that these had been filled with carefully fitted stone plugs. These were anomalous features in what appeared to be a finished floor. Interpreting theme as concealed lifting-holes used by the ancient builders to maneuver the heavy stone, he had his team remove the slab. Beneath it, workers encountered the top of a narrow, rubble-packed shaft that proved to be the uppermost portion of a descending internal staircase.

The passage leading downward into the pyramid was completely filled to the brim, and would take them years to eventually open fully. Workers began clearing downward and had exposed 23 steps by the end of the 1948 summer season. Continued clearing in subsequent seasons finally brought the team, in June 1952, to the bottom of a 59 step stairway and to the final, sealed stone doorway that blocked access to the chamber beyond. Just listen to the way he describes what was found through that portal, it sounds like a love poem, as though he were remarking on a moment in which his heart had fluttered. Slow down and snap your fingers at every period, if inspired, to step into the full experience.

"Out of the dim shadows emerged a vision from a fairy tale, a fantastic ethereal sight from another world. It seemed a huge magic grotto carved out of ice, the walls sparkling and glistening like snow crystals. Delicate festoons of stalactites hung like tassels of a curtain and the stalagmites on the floor looked like the drippings from a great candle. The impression, in fact, was that of an abandoned chapel. Across the walls marched great stucco figures in low relief. Then my eyes sought the floor. This was almost entirely filled with a great carved stone slab, in perfect condition. As I gazed in awe and astonishment, I described the marvelous sight to my colleagues, César Sáenz and Rafael Orellana, but they wouldn’t believe me until they pushed me aside and had seen with their own eyes the fascinating spectacle. Ours were the first eyes that had gazed on it in more than 1000 years."

This made Ruz the first archaeologist to discover an elaborate burial chamber inside of a Maya pyramid that was built for the specific purpose of containing the body of a king. The importance of this was similar to the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun, and sparked a worldwide interest in the Maya people. "The discovery of the tomb and the desire to know more about its royal occupant fanned the flames of epigraphy." He also made many other discoveries as-well, being the first "professional" INAH archaeologist to work in the Maya area(Instituto Nacional de Antropología). After uncovering the forgotten king, Ruiz's schedule was quite occupied. His love of Mayan culture drove him to give dozens of tours, over 180 lectures, and produce 130+ writings. He was mimetically made Mayan.

Inah Canabarro Lucas, 8 June 1908 – 30 April 2025, she was the oldest person on our planet, making it to 116 years and 326 days, cementing her place as the 2nd oldest nun in history.

For a moment a little conspiratoriality flowed through my veins in looking at this, as the Rockefeller family helped to fund the project, a buzz word which often bypasses the rational thinking mind, but I don't think there's really a major narrative to construct here. However, given the Atlantean connection, it is interesting. Conclusive evidence seems to suggest this to just be a historical venture. I must say, the story that describes how they chose this location seems to be

"Another famous and frequent visitor to the Covarrubiases’ house was Nelson Rockefeller. Williams writes that on one occasion Rosa shared a story about how Miguel informed Rockefeller that in México, any hole dug into the ground will reveal an ancient ruin. To prove this to him, Miguel presented him with a Mexican map, told him to close his eyes and to put his finger on any part of the map. His finger landed on Palenque. According to Williams, it was through Rosa and Miguel’s efforts that Rockefeller began funding the Palenque archaeology project (Williams 1994)."

The feller they found in the rocks ...

"In the fall of 1947, Rockefeller sent notice to Samuel K Lothrop of the IAR Board that he would be sending a $10,000 check for the purpose of “intensive exploration of the ruins of Palenque”
(Rockefeller 1947b)

(All of this information on Ruiz came from the dissertation "The Untold Story of Alberto Ruz Lhuillier and his Archaeological Excavations at Palenque, México: A Micro- and Macrohistorical Approach" which goes into more depth on their back and forth relationship
"I also used letters from the archives of the Rockefeller Foundation that were dated between 1947 and 1966"
https://www.latinamericanstudies.org/palenque/Ruz_Palenque_dissertation.pdf

Pacals tomb has a calendar which ends off at 4772, or signals a coming back of Pacal at that date.
He also has inscriptions of a baby God K snake hybrid reptilian ancient alien Time traveler tomb sarcophagus

Pacal was considered the last great Mayan King and ruled for 68 years... 33 days. Although he was not the actual final recorded, king. Janaab Pakal III, the final known ruler of Palenque, acceded to the throne on 9.18.9.4.4, 7 K'an 17 Muwan, equivalent to November 13, 799 CE

The Mayans built pyramids to use the technology of the sun, even before the world thought of panels. They were using the technology of the cosmos. You realize they were very, very advanced. Many of their sites are also lined up to the solstice and equinoxes. One of the few civilizations that had discovered the number 0. They somehow knew that there were 7 stars in the Pleiades, when we can only see 6 with the naked eye, and would watch the stars in mirrors from the water at night, or with bowls of mercury.

They utilized the jungle like a pharmacy, finding many different jungle substances to produce alternative states of consciousness that would allow them to go out of their body and retrieve information from higher dimensions, the higher levels of reality. The Maya were likely familiar with morning glory seeds, mushrooms, mescaline, and perhaps toad venom. There was a notable figure marked in glyphs named Siyaj Kʼak, whose nickname was "Fire is Born," but used to go by "Smoking Frog." They were able to use substances and other tools as their own scientific method to contribute to the development of their mathematics, precise astronomy, and spirituality. All of these tools were used, not only to physically write things down, but they would go psychically, astral-ly, causally, mentally, and spiritually, to different places for the purpose of retrieving information. The Mayans had this dialed in, consciousness with all the various elements of the cosmos, bringing life into a profound focus, something incredibly exact, which in some ways we haven't even gotten back to today.

Calakmul in Mayan, ca means "two", lak means "adjacent", and mul signifies any artificial mound or pyramid, so Calakmul_is the "City of the Two Adjacent Pyramids." The lords of Calakmul identified themselves as k'uhul kaanal ajaw, Divine Lords of the Snake. The history of the Maya Classic period is dominated by the rivalry between Tikal and Calakmul, a struggle between two Maya "superpowers." This Snake/Kaan kingdom, under Uneh Chan is described as sacking Palenque on 4-7 611AD, after Palenque’s ruler Ajen Yohl Mat had “gained some sort of independence,” provoking reinvasion. Shortly after this occurred, two top figures die - Janab Pakal in March 612 and Ajen Yohl Mat just a few months later. In the immediate aftermath, Pakal's grandfather Janaab Pakal briefly assumed the throne in 612 CE, but then died that same year. Inscriptions then record a ruler called Muwaan Mat, widely interpreted by scholars not as a symbolic figure of prosperity, most likely a reference to Lady Sak K'uk. Female rulers were rare in the Maya world, but she stepped in and held it down. When Pakal reached the Maya age of maturity at 12 years old, he formally ascended the throne of Palenque in 615 CE. It was understood that a queen regent would step down the moment a male heir came of age, and Sak K'uk' honored that tradition.

There was a paper written by Diane E. Wirth (2002) for Birmingham Young University that went into the parallels between the Mayan Maize God, Quetzalcoatl, and Jesus Christ. It was titled..... "Quetzalcoatl, the Maya Maize God, and Jesus Christ," and was jotted down for the Journal of Book of Morman Studies, making in an appearance in the location of Vol. 11, No.1, Article 3

Journal of Book of Mormon Studies: Vol. 11 : No. 1 , Article 3

Housed here in the Maya Galleries of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we see a very rare figure made out of wood, something all the way from the 6th century. It is very humid in Guatemala, where wood simply doesn't survive, so there are only a handful of portable wooden sculptures still with us from that period. The posture that you see this figure in is a little unusual, but it is explained in thinking about his role. Kneeling, folding arms center, and clenching fists in towards the chest, this seems to indicate someone that would hold a reflective plaque towards a ruler, the device we refer to as a mirror. The actual 'mirrors' used at this time were not like the ones we have today, being more so a composite mosaic, likely made out of obsidian or pyrite, and probably not completely flat either.

Reflections were used by royal elites to help themselves get dressed and adjust their luxurious head-garb to perfection, but as-well, their purpose stood for divination and peering into other worlds. There was a spiritual significance to these devices, which were likely held up in royal court by dwarves, helping to guide decisions, and acting as portals. People who were born with forms of genetic dwarfism were revered as special and desirable to have around the Ajaw/Rulers, hence why Maya kings are often shown getting dressed and performing ceremonial duties with dwarf attendants. These were rare and exceptional individuals, esteemed as prized members of society, who received the 'high honor' of serving as mirror bearers. There are various depictions of them dancing or partaking in ceremonial drinking alongside the ruler, “the only known scenes of drinking are those involving a dwarf . . . or other beings that appear to be supernatural (K1381, K4377)” (Houston et al. 2006: 127).

(as you can see, this guy is taking a swig out of a Gord)

Further research led myself to discover that amongst Maya archaeological findings, “no skeleton has been excavated that has proved conclusively to be that of a dwarf ”4 (Miller 1985: 141). Some historians still believe them to have played a role in courts, but this sort of evidence gives inspiration to explore an alternative explanation for the depictions that we see in their artwork. Perhaps when we consider things through the lens that they are ingesting some sort of entheogenic beverages, could it not be the dwarf spirits that Maya shamans have been reported as seeing? Barbara Tedlock claims, in her book Time and the Highland Maya, “throughout the Mayan area, shamans, who practice as healers and dream interpreters, are selected for those roles by giants, dwarfs, and other tellurian deities who meet them when they are out walking in the hills and forests, visiting caves, or else while they are dreaming.”(1992: 455–456). This sounds kinda like what Terrence McKenna was talking about with his depictions of otherworldly psychedelic beings as machine elves. Particularly in the world of DMT, it is very common for people to experience dimensionally divergent beings. If the Mayans were getting very high on substances of a sort, could they not have opened some sort of portal up, maybe in connection to the esoteric use of a mirror, scrying, to interact with these creatures? Perhaps little friends are available for interaction if we simply know how to tune the channel to their station.

The Tzotzil people think of the planet like a cube whose lower portion is inhabited by the dead and by dwarfs (Laughlin 1969:175). The mythologies of the Tzotzil and the Tzeltal both describe a race of dwarfs living beneath the earth who assist in the sun's nightly passage through the underworld (Thompson 1970:347). The Chontal refer to dwarfs as "Lords of the Earth" (ibid:327)." In Yucatec Maya, the less polite expressions k' is kab and ciz Lu' um, both meaning 'earth-farter' presumably in reference to a dwarf's close proximity to the ground. The Leprechauns of Ireland, the Menehune of the Hawaiians, the subterranean Dwarves of Germany, different Native American stories, the list goes on. Now we have a name for these sorts of sightings which took place across the globe, in entirely unrelated locations, all generating stories for the same type of beings. Lilliputian hallucinations, in reference to Gulliver's travels - vivid visual experiences of tiny people, animals, or fantasy figures perceived during wakefulness. "Dwarfs are a type of elf or goblin found in the mythology and folklore of most of the world’s societies. In general their description is of a humanoid shape but very small, looking old and wizened, with odd-shaped legs and feet. They usually inhabit caverns and underground palaces or dark forests, and are often associated with watercourses.” (Spirits, Fairies, Gnomes and Goblins: An Encyclopedia of the Little People, Rose 1996: 93)

Emiliano Gallaga, a lithicist(studier of stones) who has extensively researched Maya mirrors, concluded in his 2016 release "Manufactured Light: Mirrors in the Mesoamerican Realm," that to make one, "Preliminary results illustrate that this process could take an average of 800–1200 person-hours, representing between 100 and 150 working days for a single person to make an encrusted pyrite mirror." These were reserved for royalty, and the depictions of them in artwork is almost a status symbol. You could even consider it a subtle form of propaganda. For the Maya elite, having control over the ability to commune with deities and spiritual entities served to bolster their authority and divine right to rule, and symbolized considerable power. Scenes with this object in focus, even just off to the side, or in the background, not only reinforced the idea that elites had direct access to the gods, but also advertised the virtually unobtainable source of their power.

Mirrors were often discovered in burial settings, such as tombs and caches. They were frequently depicted in underworld or palace scenes on Maya cylinder vessels, and were closely tied to the Maya underworld, a dark, watery realm often imagined as lying beneath the earth. Bowls of water were treated similarly - gazing into their reflective surface mirrored the act of looking into a pyrite or obsidian mirror, both serving as portals into Xibalba and the otherworldly realm. In one well-known depiction, the Hero Twins—figures whose later journeys are recorded in the Popol Vuh—are shown within the palace of Xibalba. Hunahpú is seated peering into a bowl of water, acting as a scrying surface, while his brother Xbalanqué looks into a stone mirror hung upon the wall. Rather than simply functioning as grooming aids, the mirrors in these scenes are active tools for seeing beyond the immediate realm and penetrating the illusions of the underworld. This may be intuited to have assisted them in their later successes to win in ... the ball game ...

God K mirror bearer

"The “mirror” grapheme has been shown to appear as a major feature in the diagnostic traits of God K and the Jester God (both major gods of Classic rulership) as well as other deities. The prominence of both of these deities in the regalia and accoutrements of royal portraiture is relevant. If both gods participate in royal iconography and mythology, it is little wonder that the forehead motif of each becomes a symbol of accession to office in general and to the throne in particular. (Schele and J. Miller 1983: 14)"

Smoking mirror

They already had the cross representing the 4 cardinal directions of the Universe when Christians came to convert them. It wasn't such a difficult task.

There was a hierarchy to their priesthood. It was a mystery school that was mystical in its ministry. Everything was taught orally. They would go into rooms for instruction, and initiates were given the ritual routine and password needed to pass through the 'last guardian.' This portal that they crossed, was by going through the other side of the room in a temple, through to receive the initiation. At Cahal Pech they have a room that you would be able to enter to turn the "pyramid complex" on. Through toning a vowel sound, probably discovered by some Shaman days into a fasted meditation while peaking on ayahuasca, my assumption, everyone would 'tone' in harmony, tuning into the stars, the planets, and the universe like a radio. The sounds should still work today, if we attempted to use them in the right way, and they weren't just burning their vocal cords for fun. The angles, which are different for different pyramids, were purposefully designed in connection to the planets. This was their technology, how you worked inside the pyramid would move, affect, and make the vibration of different energies, which would then, from their point of view, change the molecules of life. The Mayans worked with many planets because they understood the distinct energy of each. The date of your birth was often directly intertwined with your name because of how important the position of the celestial bodies was. The planetary energies you were born around would rub off into your character in some way.

You could not go to certain pyramids unless you had received the rite of passage to do so, as they were designed to take the initiate into a higher plane, a different dimension of understanding and awareness. It was the same in Egyptian, Babylonian, Assyrian, and even the Native cultures. To be in a certain particular place which they considered holy, you had to be at a certain point of illumination, where you were connected to your own internal 'holy of holies.' It's just you and infinite intelligence, ultimate knowledge, perception, and understanding..... of the universe, yes, but also of yourself. You had proven to the master adepts around you that you were ready to receive all of this, you were ready to experience the next level of reality, the next 'frequency.' Your vibe was ready to evolve. Pyramids were built to raise the energy of certain 'vortexes'. The doorways to different pyramids all aligned with special equinoxes and solstices. From Temple 1, the sun goes down on the solstice exactly behind Temple 3, and if you are in the equinox, it goes directly below Temple 4. They were incredibly accurate with their measurements. Purpose was to raise the vibrational level and make life better for every person that they came into context with, when applied in the right way, until becoming one with god and the creator themselves, becoming infinity.

The Samoans, the Hawaiiands, and other cultures from the South pacific, even Indonesia, also have the same oral traditions. Cultures of the Northwest, the Tlingit, Tismshian, Kawakintl, and many other tribes, with an oral history of a gigantic continent in the pacific.

Aztila Aztecs Atlantis

It is not much of a stretch, or jaguar leap, to say that when these continents sank, whether it be Lemuria or Atlantis, that people went out to the other continents. These people were of a great variety. They weren't all one race. Some went to Africa, Europe, some to North America, South America, Indonesia, China, Australia, etc. These people were of a great variety. You've got all these people migrating to the periphery of these continents once it started to go down, many, many, 1,000's of years ago. A huge amount of information passed down from all of these cultures generation to generation of the existence of this continent and these cultures. You see a continuity within the iconography of the artwork, lots of the art in Palenque is very East Indian, they're doing mudras and yoga positions, wearing similar clothing and headdresses. The America's are way older than we could have ever expected, with people coming from all over the world to settle, starting civilizations we have known as the Olmec, the Maya, and then, later on, the Aztecs, Teotihuacan's, etc.

"After them came the King and Lord of the Underworld, dressed like a diabolical creature. In the place of eyes he wore shining mirrors; his mouth was huge and fierce; his hair was curled; he had two hideous horns; and on each shoulder he wore a mask with mirror eyes. On each elbow there was one of these faces, on his abdomen another, and on his knees still other faces with eyes. With the shining of the mirrors that represented eyes on all these parts, it looked as if he could see in every direction. (Durán 1994: 308; a footnote says he must be the god Tlatecuhtli)"
as seen in the burial of the Aztec king Tizoc, the seventh tlatoani of Tenochtitlan

"Like Argüelles, Jenkins suspects the Maya possessed actual methods of transdimensional travel. The superstrings, quantum jumps, and wormholes through space-time described by contemporary physicists might provide the basis for shamanic techniques of visiting other realms through the “serpent cords” depicted on their friezes. “We may propose a complex Maya science of shamanically invoking a ‘wormhole’ in local space-time, an opening to the transdimensional realm that ultimately gets its power from the Black Hole within the Galactic Center, and traveling through it to other worlds,” Jenkins notes. “Is such a scenario just a fanciful fairy tale, or could it have involved the actual activities of Maya kings and shamans?” And if they practiced such techniques, can they be relearned by us? Jenkins notes that, unlike our secular leaders, the “highest Maya political office required taking hallucinogens,” asking us to imagine the U.S. president ingesting “psilocybin mushrooms ten hours before giving the State of the Union address.”"

There was a man that actually already came in and tried to claim the legacy of being the reincarnation of Pacal. José Argüelles, who would go by the alternative name Valum Votan

On 16–17 August 1987, José Argüelles called for a minimum of 144,000 people to gather at dawn at designated planetary "power spots" - among them Mount Shasta, Central Park, Chaco Canyon, the Cahokia Mounds, Serpent Mound, the Grand Canyon, Mount Rainier, Glastonbury, Stonehenge, Mount Olympus, Delphi, Palenque, Machu Picchu, the Great Pyramid, Lake Baikal, the Dogon Cliffs of Mali, Ayers Rock/Uluru, Mount Fuji, and Haleakalā-to meditate, chant, and collectively "surrender" to the Earth in what he framed as a globally synchronized act of conscious participation.

This gathering drew directly from an ancient Toltec prophecy attributed to Cē Ācatl Topiltzin Quetzalcōātl, who was born 13 May 895 CE His most accepted fate holds that in the year "1 Acatl" or 947, at age 53, he departed to the Gulf coast of Tlapallan - where, according to the Anales de Cuauhtitlan, he adorned himself in full regalia of turquoise mask and head fan, set himself upon a pyre, and lit himself on fire. As the ashes rose, the witnesses beheld a great flight of precious birds ascending from the flames; roseate spoonbills, cotingas, trogons, herons, green parrots, scarlet macaws, and white-fronted parrots, until finally the heart of a quetzal rose upward into the sky. The people knew he had entered the heavens and been transformed into the star that appears at dawn, earning him the divine title Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli — "Lord of the House of the Dawn" — the Aztec deity representing Venus as the Morning Star. The prophecy he left behind, the Thirteen Heavens and Nine Hells, was first reintroduced to modern audiences by Tony Shearer (1926–2002) in his 1971 book Lord of the Dawn, and it was from this framework that Argüelles constructed the entire prophetic architecture of the Harmonic Convergence.

He died , 3-23-11 , at age 72.
One of the people who helped make Earth day a thing,
Codex Chimalpopoca (Anales de Cuauhtitlan & Leyenda de los Soles)

https://lawoftime.org/infobooth/13-clear-signs-of-pacal-votan.html

This information is too advanced

"The first four signs on the eastern edge are divided into two interlocking pairs, 5 Earth and 9 Hand (tonal sums = 14) and 7 Warrior and 7 Sun (tonal sums = 14). Then, again the sum of kin numbers: 5 Earth, kin 57 (3 x 19) plus 9 Hand, kin 87 (3 x 29) = 144, key number of prophecy Telektonon; while kin numbers of 7 Warrior, kin 176 + 7 Sun, kin 20 = 196 = 28 x 7 or 14 squared = Bode number of planet Uranus (see Telektonon manual p. 50). This is the key to the 28 day cycle divided into 4 sets of 7 7:7. 196 is also the sum of Bode numbers of planets of Tower of Babel: Mars 16 + Maldek 28 + Jupiter 52 + Saturn 100 = 196. Note that 28 x 7 = Maldek 28 x Venus Bode number 7."
https://lawoftime.org/infobooth/13-clear-signs-of-pacal-votan.html

Interestingly, Jose was brought into the discussion of a certain paper that was written in 2022 by Dr. Hubbes László-Attila, an associate professor at the Sapientia Hungarian University of Transylvania, a work titled, "Recombinant Revelations: 2012 in Millenarian and New Age Cyber-Apocalypticism: Discourse Analysis of Symbolism and Visual Rhetoric in two Digital Environments Predicting the 2012 Apocalypse." One of the Digital Environments in question was the early 2,000's Law of Time website hosted by Argüelles. One of his pieces of art contained a segment of the "Death on the Pale Horse" painting.

The Maya people played ball. In-fact, they may have been the first to ever play ball, or any sport, with this sport of theirs dated to go back 3,000+ years.

More than 1,500 ballcourts have been discovered in Mesoamerica altogether. They were often placed in the ceremonial center of ancient sites, close to important temples and funerary shrines, with some sites have many ballcourts. Although they were primarily associated with the ballgame, archaeological excavation indicates that they were used for other purposes as well, like feasting, ritual performances, and other types of sports, including boxing. In the Aztec region, it was common for spectators to gamble on the game. Evidence also suggests the ballgame was a noisy affair, attracting a crowd that would become passionate about the performances at hand. Most of the courts were shaped similar to the letter capital I. The ball had to constantly stay in motion, and players were not allowed to use their hands or feet to throw or kick it. Having to use their bodies, particularly the hip, it was a physically taxing event - which in some cases facilitated the wearing of protective gear. The balls that they used were made out of rubber, something they learned to create from native rubber-producing plants long before other places around the world. It could range from the size of a softball up to a soccer ball, and sometimes weighed up to 20 pounds. Portable court markers known as hacha, the Spanish word for “axes”, were placed around the arena as a sort of decoration, or as ritual effigies during important games. They were thin, flat stones that the Maya and other Mesoamerican peoples carved into shapes like human heads, skulls, or animals. In some cases, it seems players would attach these stones to their yoke, which was a belt‑like piece worn around the hips. Artistic depictions of the game lead us to think that these stones representatives may have been solidified trophies of a much lighter and more perishable material, used as part of their protective gear. The rules

The Spaniards had never played sports with any sort of ball made of rubber before arriving in the Americas, and were impressed with this substance unknown to Europe at the time. So enamored by the Aztecs ballgame, they sent a group of indigenous players back to Spain to play in the Court infront of Charles V. They came across what was only just one adaptation of a long lineage of wide-ranging ballgame tradition in Mesoamerica, expanding from the Caribbean all the way to southwestern United States. There were different rules and styles of play for the many types of ballgames played by Mesoamerican peoples, but these games did share in certain aspects, particularly their settings and symbolic functions.

From an interesting article titled, "Researchers Find Traces of Psychoactive and Other Ceremonial Plants beneath Ancient Maya Ballcourt," it seems evidence has been found that these guys were all doing this while on acid. A research team led by University of Cincinnati archaeologists discovered a collection of four ceremonial plants beneath the end field of a Late Preclassic ballcourt in the Helena complex of the ancient Maya city of Yaxnohcah in Mexico. As you can see from the chart below, this excavation took place between sites H-4, and H-7.

The four

The important substance to look at here is the Ipomoea corymbosa, also known as Christmasvine, Christmaspops, or snakeplant "coaxihuitl" in Nahuatl. The seeds are sometimes called, in Spanish, semilla de la Virgen (seeds of Virgin Mary).

is a morning-glory relative whose seeds contain ergine/LSA, an ergoline alkaloid chemically related to compounds found in ergot fungi and structurally related to LSD.

The plant secretes a copious amount of nectar, attracting a whole bunch of bees, whose honey is used by modern people in teas and also added to liqueurs.

The name for this flower comes from the Yucatec Maya folklore of La Xtabay, a demonic femme fatale who preys upon men. She is is said to dwell in the forest and lure men to their fate with her drop dead beauty. The Xtab part refers to the ancient Maya goddess Ixtab, "Rope Woman," or "Hangwoman", the goddess of suicide by hanging, or the gallows. Reportedly Xtab would accompany departed souls to heaven, helping them leave their sorrows, as the act was actually considered an honorable way of dying. Upon further research, this character does seem to perhaps be a creation of the Spanish bishop Diego de Landa, who misinterpreted Maya culture and rewrote things in his own way immediately post-contact in the 1500's.

The lore of Xtabay takes place between two equally beautiful women, who are sometimes said to be sisters, Xkeban and Utz-colel. Xkeban was a bit promiscuous, having many lovers, and was treated poorly by the community for this behavior. Utz-colel remained celibate, a woman of rigid purity, and was considered virtuous. Xkeban behavior made such a ruckus, that there were plans for her to be exiled, but they decided it would be more fun to have her stay so that they could humiliate her. Despite this treatment, she tended to the poor, the sick, and animals that were in need. Utz-colel on the other hand, was cold-hearted, and believed herself to be superior to those around her. All the people of the town overlooked these aspects of her personality and still chose to adore her, because of her celibacy.

When Xkeban died, nobody notices for a while until a sweet, delicious perfume filled the air of the pueblo. Following the trail, townspeople discovered her body guarded by animals and surrounded by flowers. A funeral was held for Xkeban by the homeless and poor whom she helped during her life. Soon afterward, a mysterious sweet smelling flower grew around her grave. And so the story grows, Xkeban metamorphosed into the species of morning glory called, in the Maya language, xtabentún. Its vines grow so wildly within hedges that it is almost as though the plant is seeking shelter, which they relate to it being defenseless, due to the fact that it has no thorns, just as Xkeban was defenseless when she was alive. Utz-colel was extremely jealous of all of this, telling the town that the smell was a trick of the devil to deceive them. She thought that she would smell even better when she died, because of her purity. When the reaper finally came, her stench was unbearable. At the funeral, flowers placed around her grave disappeared by the next morning. Utz-colel became the foul-smelling flower of the Tzacam cactus. She prayed to evil spirits to become a woman again, asking for a groundhogs day, so that when she died again, she could become a beautiful flower. Instead, because of her rage and jealousy, an overall evil intent, she was turned into the demon Xtabay. Outwardly a beautiful woman, but inwardly a cruel predator - a metaphor for her purity culture gone corrupt. She is said to wear a white dress, have large black eyes, and long black hair down to the ankles, which is combed by the pricks of the Tzacam cactus. Luring men who are out in the forest up to no good at night, she seduces them,

93 minutes

It all begins with a criminal named Mulch Diggums, a dwarf that is not so small...
A kleptomaniac with a genius for breaking and entering, a lifelong rivalry with the law, and a surprising habit of ending up on the right side of history. There is an advantage that he has which makes this thievery almost something he was born for. Mulch's body is essentially a biological tunneling machine, which gives him the ability to move through the dirt with ease.

I introduce to you Commander Julius Root, leader of the LEPrecon forces

The elementals are supposed to interact with the material world but they are never fully consolidated within it. They are deemed essential to the propagation of nature, but their presence remains supernatural and beyond the bounds of relativistic inquiry, remaining hidden.

Paracelsus was a big name in the hermetic world and revolutionized the combination of the field with medicine. He also talked about dwarves

“With respect to the consciousness of the ELEMENTALS OR NATURE SPIRITS, it is quite correct to assume that they have what may be called a fourth dimensional consciousness, for in addition to the height, width, and depth which are the dimensions of space in the physical world, there is what we may call “thoroughness” in the ethers. With the etheric sight you may look into a mountain and if you have an etheric body such as the nature spirits possess, you may also walk through the hardest granite rock. It will offer no more obstruction than the air does to our progress here. But even among nature spirits there are different entities and a corresponding variation of consciousness. The bodies of the gnomes are made of the chemical ether principally and therefore they are of the earth earthy; that is, one never sees them fly about as do the sylphs. They can be burned in fire. They also grow old in a manner not so greatly different from human beings.

Paracelsus's gnome is recognized to have derived from the German miners' legend about Bergmännlein or dæmon metallicus, the "metallurgical or mineralogical demon."
Also known by the term virunculus montanos (literal Latinization of Bergmännlein = "mountain manikin") In folklore, these small men would help miners to find their way to silver ore. In the Harz area, it is a Bergmönch or "mountain monk" who uses their so-called "mining light" (Grubenlicht or Geleucht) to guide miners to their quarry, or to their exit.

Writing by the priest Hardanus Hake in his Bergchronik (1583) records that when the Walkenried Abbey operated the mining operation at Wildemann, it was actually believed to have been built and run by the Daemon Metallicus or Bergleute, Bergmännlein (i.e. gnomes) that assumed the form of monks. In numerous regions around the world there are different reports of tapping and knocks as coming from some type of being in the underground, either as an indicator of ore, or as a warning not to go a certain way. In Swiss folklore, gnomes are said to have caused the landslide that destroyed the village of Plurs in 1618. The villagers had become wealthy from a local gold mine created by the gnomes, who supposedly poured liquid gold down into a vein for the benefit of humans. They, with this newfound prosperity, found themselves corrupted, which greatly offended the gnomes, propelling responsive action. Creating a landslide from the mountain, they erased the village from the map, burying the entirety of Plurs and killing its entire estimated population of 1,000 to 2,500 people.

Paracelsus wrote about creating a homunculus, which is Latin for "little man" - through an alchemical process involving human semen sealed in a flask and incubated in horse dung for 40 days. The result, he claimed, would be a tiny living human being that could then be nourished with human blood to grow and develop. This is the deeper theory which ultimately exists behind the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movies. Willy Wonka is a mad man who has gone through this process hundreds and hundreds of times, establishing himself a small army. The children he brings to the 'Chocolate Factory,' ultimately begin to fall off one by one, as blood sacrifices to the underground army he grooms for himself. Unknowingly, behind the doors of society, lies an artificially created populace of small soldiers he equips to do his bidding, and make chocolate that others cannot put down.

Historia de Gentibus Septentrionalibus (1555)
has a chapter "demons in the mines"

Anthropodemus Plutonicus (1666)
 Devotes a chapter to the beings he calls Bergmännrigen or Erdleute "earth people

"On Vatnajökull, a glacier in Iceland, Artemis unveils the Ice Cube, his invention to stop global warming (by shooting reflective nano wafers into the clouds, and having them rain down with the snow, and when they land, they reflect the sun's light and insulate the icebergs)"

He develops multiple personalities and dissociates between them

"As a result, Artemis begins to arrange his life around the number five"

Artemis: "I thought I knew everything. Now I think I know too much. This new knowledge, these compulsions are taking me over. Soon they will drive my very speech patterns."

In the last section, The End Cont. 2, we ended with the potentiality of the moon having an asteroid on route towards it(@~4%), which may necessitate the use of nuclear weapons. In my final learnings here on the vesica piscis in relation to dreams, I came across this quote.

I was called to the window to watch a phenomenon in the sky. As I watched the moon I saw another body emerge from behind it—like a second moon. Suddenly the second body began to explode in spectacular colors that looked like an H-bomb explosion. I thought we were watching the birth of a new sun. All at once, during another explosive event, a piece of the new body was thrown into space and landed in our apartment. We ran out as fast as we could, being afraid that it might be radioactive.
Edward Edinger, Anatomy of the Psyche: Alchemical Symbolism in Psychotherapy, 1985

This ended up not being a quote directly from one of Jung's dream analysis patients, but it is the product of one of his protege's. Edinger was a Jungian analyst and psychiatrist who spent his career unpacking and clarifying Jung's ideas for the rest of us. He helped found major Jung institutes, was president of the one in New York for 11 years, and wrote some of the key books that translate it into language modern people can actually use. The asteroid 2024 YR4, if it were to collide with the moon, or face preliminary atomic annihilation, could certainly send lunar debris hurtling towards Earth in a manner similar to the dream analyzed in this book.

Now, I do want to get this out of my system, an idea as to why the moon being destroyed could actually be a good thing. There is a continuous theme throughout consciousness researcher Frederick Dodson's writings: that there are many sci-fi shows which channel different elements of our reality to us, unknowingly, through the intuition of the writers engaging with their imagination. The stories they craft, what is coming out from their natural creativity, is bits and pieces of truth that relay to us the bigger picture behind the scenes. Little clues hypothetically being plopped into the que list of their minds, "oh what a neat idea I just had," without awareness that this is perhaps coming in from a craftsman operating behind the scenes. This craftsman may drop a puzzle piece here through this work, and another there in this other artists vision. For an active observer, they could go and follow the trail, perhaps being put on to it psychically, if they so sought to find and piece together the message lying in plain sight.

There are many examples of this. "They Live," a classic sci-fi hit from John Carpenter released in 1988, is constantly talked about in conspiracy circles, and by David Icke. The world is encompassed by a matrix-induced reality - home to malevolent alien neighbors who are imposing as ordinary humans. They seek to enslave humanity and turn them into obedient consumers. The protagonist goes on a journey where he is harshly awakened to this truth after discovering a pair of glasses designed by a small resistance movement that allows him to see into what is happening. He joins a group of rebels and tries to expose the truth, which leads him to a television center - what you come to find out is broadcasting a signal overlaying the populace, the source of manipulation. At the end he destroys this, and the illusory reality begins to break down. Those who were aliens and previously hidden, are now visible in plain sight to the average man, no glasses needed, and as the world erupts into chaos, the truth shines its light. For example, in one of the closing scenes, there are two individuals getting it on - sexually. A woman looks down at the man she was engaging in pleasure with, and sees that all along, it has been a grotesque creature underneath her.

The reason I bring this up is because of just how close to home this one hits. It was a very special moment in my existence, an incredibly pivotal point in which things shifted forever, where I, for the first time in my life, in They, saw them. The first boobs ever, right at the end of the screenplay. I was just a young boy. The fathers hand immediately flew over my eyes, but it was too late, even if attempts to pry his fingers apart failed. What had been seen could never be unseen, El Shaddai, and the movie found itself a spot in my vhs set of core memories. David Icke tries to relay this entire film as an expose for the secret reptiles club that gets together and drinks cocktails while determining who wins the Super Bowl this year. Along with that, there exists an underlying theory where he believes the moon to be part of a larger holographic-matrix-projector in tandem with Saturn, which broadcasts a particularly dense frequency over towards our reality. When the main character of They Live destroys the radio station, its broadcast absent, all the aliens become exposed. If we could somehow destroy the moon... David Icke might hypothesize, some sort of similar liberation could perhaps occur. I know, it is all a bit wild, but, given the unique introduction to this film as a young boy, its profound impact, I felt a spiritual calling to look into this all a bit further. The fact that John St. Julien has gone down this road as-well inspired me, so if it is non-sense, we at-least gave the subject some deserved Jñāna attention.

( this came up on the same night as the Babaji numbers St4r7,147.48Untitledd 5091444444 )

When I was going through Icke's book "The Trap" during my kundalini training, I gave They Live another watch, and then went down the rabbit hole. Considering the fact that this understanding may take walking down the gnostic road, I was essentially tasked with simulating the idea that our world was in a Saturn-Moon matrix situation, and I would have investigate reality through this particular lens to really see and determine if it were true or not. Basically I spent at-least 2 years sitting there hypothesizing, and actively interacting with the idea that - the thoughts in my head were a battle between two different sources. The constructive thoughts, were my own natural intuitive radio, which was picking up frequencies from God/Source/Angels/just my own intrinsic divine mind(not that a healthy grounded awareness doesn't bring us to some less that savory places.) The really nasty automatic negative thoughts flowing through my brain, non-constructive or destructive criticism, could be resultant of a depleted energetic field, having holes in the auric bubble, which made my radio tower vulnerable to the reception of these less than pleasurable vibrations being projected from Saturn, and then ultimately relayed and amplified by the moon.

Sort of ChatGPT ques of darkness inspiring things that were would lead you downwards, harvesting your energy. Bad ideas vs good ideas, narcissism vs humility, hatred instead of forgiveness, the classic angel on one shoulder and a pitchfork on the other. Following the 3 pronged trail leads to a further depleted field, which means you're now even more vulnerable, in full reception of this Saturn frequency, being further programmed into separation/fear, like a battery cementing its place in the system. A big ego could be akin to a testosterone-filled Pitbull being lured into the woods by a pack of vampire coyotes, only to be torn apart and transformed into one themselves. This comes equipped with an automatic stream of thoughts that construct a negative model of reality for the recipient, until they are disconnected from their own power, operating under the influence of, and feeding into the collective unconscious itself, which is ultimately the core of the Wetiko books. To be blatant about what convinced me, it was how the death star in Star Wars looks, and the fact that there were tribes in the past which describe a time before the moon even existed.

"When not all the orbs were yet in the heavens, before the Danai and Deukalion races came into existence, and only the Arcadians lived, of whom it is said that they dwelt on mountains and fed on acorns, before there was a moon."
— Apollonius of Rhodes, Argonautica, Book IV, line 264, 3rd century BCE

"Some say that Endymion discovered the periods & stages of the Moon. Hence the Arcadians were called Proselenes." — Isaac Newton, manuscript notes, Oxford Newton Project

There are some allusions you could make to the concept of Satan and Archons as-well. I should clarify that use of words live evil or bad in relation to this concept isn't actually from the higher perspective where it simply is a part of the reality we are in for some reason - also a part of God playing some role or function which we may not understand. It could be what sparked humanity and helps guide it to grow for all we know, the moon could be a psychic support Ai circle. However, the idea of an alien species coming to this planet and perhaps bioengineering a dull batch of organisms that they could sit there and farm energy off of from the sky just seems plausible. Anunnaki mining gold story, I interpreted, was a metaphor for the harvesting of energy through the conflicts of man, which they could orchestrate through influencing the minds of man, which were made to be receptive through genetic engineering, like WiFi. This was something that the Carlos Castaneda books seemed to support

"We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! "This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros."

"... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."

"In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now."

Mental illness could potentially = Saturn Lock. Lunar-tic.. get it? Society declining into lunacy = Saturn influence getting stronger and stronger until no return. Now obviously a psychologist could come in here, sit me down.... alright buddy... I know you've maybe had a lot of unique experiences, but "that is your subconscious." Thank you for proving my point, I would turn towards them and say ... that's exactly what the planet Saturn would project into your mind to say to me right now.

this may have the potential to be a moment of Wetiko....

where is that book ...

( Once found, I opened the book directly to this exact page - in a moment of magic )

deep breath

He's got some good points
I'm still trying to figure out how to fight the aliens in the moon myself
I choose Dr. K, a licensed mental health professional educated in the halls of Harvard, and in a monastery motel of many monks, as a scapegoat, myself, in an act of my own Wetiko demonstration, which is why the subject is so difficult to understand or talk about.

"Pendulums are simply thought structures that everyone thinks and only wants your energy. Knowing that a pendulum is prodding you for energy is one of the best ways to begin dealing with a pendulum.
Pendulums can sense your energy and people will behave in ways that get to you."
Reality Transurfing

For example, the Sydney Sweeney - Gene - Jeany situation. That was a beautiful example of how group thought cascades and can shift into a moving body of social psychosis. A commercial about pants is obviously not a secret message about white supremacy. To respond and clarify, to craft a response and even begin to get bothered by the pendulum, for some observers, automatically confirms their psychosis, and admits a sense of internal guilt which 'motivated' one to do so, confirming the projections that were placed upon the particular individual. If you aren't guilty of what is being said about you ... the best route would be to ignore it. This is something that I have completely perfected, and only in hyper-irony, am participating in, simply because there is a teaching opportunity to share with others here. Saturn could potentially sense your vibrational come up and begin sending thoughts to the minds of those around you, who can then be motivated unconsciously by those thoughts to perform actions that will have the capacity to move you off your center, if you so allow it, which would be the falling into the trap of the planet's influence, through others in your environment, which is actually a good test of strength and resolve for your own internal boundaries against the frequential downtrodden coming from this planetary body.

The story of Jesus for example, from this lens.... he comes out, being himself, being free from the influence of Saturn, and this bothers the Romans. Why? It could be a result of the annunaki moon gremlins desire to maintain homeostasis. Too much freedom, alert bells begin to ring. This is going to really dampen our farms production. They could simply hyper fixate the unknowing attention of those in power, the Roman Elite, to hyper analyze every little detail about the Rabbi's demeanor - in hopes that it would create an opening which gives validation, an internal green light, for the Romans to willingly take on a perspective, which proceeds to generate inside themselves the emotion - of justified agitation(perhaps communal concern is a better way to phrase it). Over time this constructs an internal belief system that can back up the emotion with evidence, which could then be reinforced as true through the continued projection of 'saturns focused thought,' eventually to turn into 'agitation/communal concern ending action,' violence either psychically or physically, which would ease disturbance and restore order, an operation originally inspired by the devil himself, the Ant Farm CEO's, eventually leading to the murder(or social ostracization) of what is a disruptive individual. This creates peace for the moon goblins, and for the Romans who carried out this Astral hit, like assassins, for those moon goblins, through the process of mimetic desire, unknowingly, and social order is restored. The problem is gone. (( My family is worried about me. )

However, the beautiful thing with this situation is that the very act of the Romans killing Jesus would have been the moment that these unconscious aspects within their minds are made visible, as thought precedes action. Forces of the unconscious come out and into the light of day, so as for those who are conscious, to observe, be witness to, and integrate. It is evil exposing itself through the murder of Christ, which in and of itself, by being brought to the light of day, is itself the solution to darkness. The forces opposing Christ (the state/institution) projected their own inner darkness (shadow) onto the righteous rabbi going for God, after an unchecked Saturn seminar in the inner ear(maybe), which is the primary mechanism through which wetiko/evil/the Annunaki overlords influence operates. Wetiko/evil/Saturn's influence is terrified of being discovered, and its ultimate goal is to destroy the light of consciousness that exposes it, like white blood cells to a virus. The perpetrators felt they were acting justly in the act of murder, which mirrors the "self-entrancement" or insanity of wetiko, where evil masks itself as good within participants to avoid being witnessed. The murder of Christ therefore can be seen as symbolic for the ways in which Wetiko covertly operates within and without ourselves. This could have been how Jesus knew that he was going to have to die, predicting that it may be necessary for evil to act itself out on a willing target in order to bring a full awareness of the situation of evil itself into the eyes of those around him.

"Now my soul is troubled, and what shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour’? No, it was for this very reason I came to this hour.
John 12:27

"Do not smile at the visionary who anticipates the same revolution in the realm of the visible as has taken place in the spiritual. Thought precedes action as lightning precedes thunder.
Heinrich Heine

I think that it would be cool, perhaps historic, if the two of us got together and both did Ketamine.
It could be livestreamed as a charity event for endangered equestrians.
God K and Dr. K , paths crossing in real time
We could ride horses around and maybe play paintball afterwards, or maybe play paintball on the horses but we would have to be careful not to hit them or get them armor so they don't get hurt
The backdrop, a gorgeous sunset

It took a very long time to find that quote, about the nuclear moon, originally interpreting it as coming from Jung, not his student, but in that mistaken state, beauty was found. There, in a moment of confusion, the Chrome browser hitting its capacity at 500 tabs, it all came back to me.

Carl Jung's near death experience...

Around 2021-2022, I began to watch a lot of academic physics videos on YouTube. I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. It was almost comical and inappropriate, watching stuff on astrophysics and quantum phenomenon, and perhaps that was the point. I was lucky to absorb maybe 1% of 1 idea from an hour long lecture, if that. Getting into a bunch of new age quantum physics spiritual stuff, I couldn't help but become interested in the actual stuff, because the claims that were being made were somewhat wild. For example, you could quite literally meditate your way into a parallel universe. If this subject was understood well enough, it could be a cheat code. There were many years that I, after discovering the law of attraction at 16, tried to think as large as I could. One day on LSD, I finally realized that my efforts had not been in vain, and began to cry tears of joy after coming to the realization that I was about to be the worlds first trillionaire. It all made sense, the whole time, it became clear, and we were going to wield this science to make it happen and prove to the world magic was real. All I had to do was follow a simple formula, and believe hard enough - to feel as though it already happened. Quantum physics found me as a way to fulfill that dream. Yung Lean, if you are reading this, I too had a moment with Elon Musk. Now I wasn't in a hospital as deep into psychosis as your encounter with the man, but it was still profound. I was only 17-18 or so, a time where I escaped into acid land by myself all the time, life unfolding in a manner that was unheard of to the senses prior. I had purchased the Elon Musk biography on recommendation of a youtuber that went by the name Patrick Bet David. He only had maybe 50,000 subscribers, but successfully led an impressively sized insurance company. Elon was some up and coming 'genius,' if you understood how his mind worked, maybe you could accomplish a third of what he has. I remember sitting for hours just staring at this cover in my hand, and it became a sort of stand off. So his path is looking like it will be successful. Just wait and see. I didn't know how it would happen, but I knew deep down in my heart that I was the one who was about to become the worlds first trillionaire, not him. And so it began, a little bit of friendly competition to get me out of bed in the morning. A race.

You've probably heard it all before.
Parallel universe reality transurfing, quantum jump... 3 ... 2 ... 1....
Trying out different meditations, it seemed to work in some respect, or at least make you feel good for a little bit. Never knew if it was just self belief carrying one through a placebo effect, or a new "Meta" approach to the meta-physics of the internal world(spiritual), in combination with the frame of certain ideas in quantum theory(science).
Quantum Meta-Physics?

This deepening interest began around the time of discovering Wetiko as-well, Paul Levy the author of that book intertwined these sorts of ideas into his concept of what evil may be(a quantum phenomenon).

QUANTUM PHYSICS AS SPIRITUAL PATH
I wonder if I am becoming addicted; I can’t get enough of quantum physics, which has captured─and simultaneously liberated─my imagination beyond belief. My appetite for what it is revealing feels insatiable. The more I study it, the more I feel as if I am mutating, metamorphosizing, becoming quantum-physicized into a higher state of coherence in my very soul. Words fail me when I try to describe the realm of pure and utter magic that is quantum theory. Unlike a typical addiction─wherein energy gets drained─the more that I enter(tain) the world of quantum physics, the more creative energy makes itself available to me. I feel convinced that what it is revealing to us is of crucial importance for the future of humanity.
https://www.awakeninthedream.com/articles/quantum-meta-physics

After doing a bunch of psychedelics and feeling like I had an actual direct experience with some other force, that I high fived an alien with my brain, this felt like the only domain where maybe it was possible to somehow figure out what it is that happened. It sounds cool in story, but is actually kind of terrifying and makes you question everything - which is a little bit cool. The pretense of a 'multidimensional' nature to these beings sorta nudged the compass in this scientific direction. From here, I would watch actual quantum physics lectures, listen to spiritual books, and then meditate, and try to figure out some way to initiate contact again. I was, like so many seem to be, even our government now, chasing the UFO. Whoever wins the race gets an all exclusive 7 day guided tour through the galaxy, answers to any questions they have ever had, and all the secrets of the universe. Steven Greer, hold my beer. Escapism designed as, not only productive, but evolutionarily necessary, for the species... of course. The whole joint my son, yes, you must inhale it all to understand what they are speaking of in terms of Quarks. I will now reflect on all the astrophysics lectures (which I spaced out during the majority of) and begin touching the other dimensions, scientifically connecting directly to the Anunnaki so that I can write the next bible and save humanity from nuclear annihilation on this gram of mushrooms. AMEN!

The weird thing about this situation, is that it seemed to actually work in some way. Synchronicities began to occur in an almost movie like manner, and numbers began to pop up all over the place, drawing me in deeper and deeper. Because of that, sorta like the scientific method, experiments continued as data was collected. I guess this is called "Mysticism." Never in my life was there any real belief in angels, but suddenly it just became a quantum idea that just made sense, and I could feel them if I was sensitive enough. Even if I was somehow deceiving myself, the deception was so powerful and realistic, seemingly bending reality itself, that it was almost like a live masterclass in understanding how the darker parts of the mind worked by letting go and following that along as-well. Coming home from whatever my schedule was occupied with, and then playing games in my head with imaginary friends, it legitimately seemed to change the orchestration of the map which I spawned into each morning. This book I may have looked into a little but found just confirming what was being experienced.

To simplify what my half-baked Quantum Doctorate dissertation was on, after going to college through renting "The Great Courses" DVD's from the library and playing them in my Xbox, I came to the perspective that the fifth dimension was where things become timeless. To be in the fifth dimensions would mean that you were in the space of infinity. This would be the spiritual equivalent of being in the state of enlightenment, or Nirvana, Samadhi, whatever you'd like to call it(although I am grossly generalizing). To explain the New Age perspective, holding yourself through mindful awareness and deconstructing the actions of the mind that prevent you from remaining in that space is what the challenge of modern 'ascension' would be. I had already been studying this unique intersection of topics for a few years, although some would say that this is filled with a lot of pseudoscience.

with a foreward from Deepak Chopra

Interestingly, both Deepak Chopra, and Rupert Sheldrake were in the Epstein files

(Rupert seems innocent, and so does this guy he crossed paths with, but the framing is interesting)

This physics side quest continued throughout my kundalini training. There is not much I could tell you about the subject today, but then, there was a subconscious repository built, resultant of hours and hours of going down trails deemed interesting enough to be navigated, for months and months on end. I developed this grandiose idea that profound jumps in bodies of knowledge came from perspectives that were way out in left field, something/someone completely unexpected which has some unique little new way of looking at a topic which allowed for a grand new unfoldment. And so, as someone with absolutely no formal education on the subject whatsoever, I was going to be the one to "manifest," through integrating all this advanced alien spiritual stuff, the solution to whatever was holding up the world of physics, and bring the domain into its next paradigm. Anything was possible if you truly believed, truly, seriously, believed.... and were willing to put in the work for the outcome you desire. They chose me, the aliens, because they knew I could figure it out. My whole life, we were built for this, to travel the road least taken, and go all in.

However, in my defense, the world began reflecting the content that was within my psyche to me in various avenues...

The deeper theory behind this thinking was that moving physics along to a place where we can interact with higher dimensional forces would then crack open the cosmic egg, allowing for humanity to receive profound advancement, as opposed to us sitting here looking at cells underneath a microscope and moving like a snail.

snail mail segmentation

In one of David Hawkins books on the scales of energy, he claims that, if even one single human being could raise their frequency to the level of 1,000, that the world would be changed forever. Gamifying life through this pseudoscientific frame, I thought profoundly about how someone could raise themselves that high, and how that 1,000 person could create such a change.

The nutty physics professor situation ended up being my best attempt to try and maybe step into that role. The idea was that, once someone figures out how to advance physics and get the aliens involved, they could come in and instantly fix hunger, homelessness, illness.... all the pangs of the world. Completely, thoroughly, and perhaps instantaneously. I was thinking of myself like some sort of interspecies, interdimensional intermediary, entering private investigations with the annunaki, a plea to come and help us fleas. Enough was enough. I learned through the Mindvalley course Awaken the Species by Donald Welsch that, believe it or not, we have enough resources to end world hunger right now. There are sufficient supplies to make sure everyone has a full belly, but the way our societies are all structured, over half a billion people go starving every year. Roughly 9 million people die, and nearly 1/3rd of those are children that are under 5.

Far after the training was over, I had begun to dial myself in on what would ultimately be the greatest problem of physics as it stood. If someone were to propel this body of science forward, it would likely be done through the unification of Einstein's concept of relativity, with the modern model of quantum field mechanics. This was the major sticking point, the work of the man who gave us gravity was not compatible with the revelations that quantum theory brings in. The two models work well on their own to an extent, but the quantizing of gravity is where wheels have spun in the mud for decades. To figure out how certain parts of the universe worked, we would need a new emergent framework that would allow for both models to be used in synthesis, a final theory of everything.... The answer will find me if I just keep sitting down, smoke enough weed, connect with Thoth, who eventually became Babaji, follow the voice in my head, and watch these videos. It took years, but I finally discovered the formula

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It was on the 11th of February, 1944, when the 68 year old man, Carl Gustav Jung – the world’s most renowned living psychologist – slipped on some ice... and broke his fibula. We don't fully know his motives, what inspired this action, whether it was an accident or not, but given the television series Better Call Saul, and the "slippin Jimmy" incident, are we truly certain there was not a deeper plan in motion? Perhaps it was just God's

(the artist who painted this is married to my cousin, it was a recreation of the street art he was making in India)

Ten days later, after scamming his way into the hospital — perhaps as a way to get out of therapy sessions with incredibly difficult patients — Jung suffered a myocardial infarction caused by embolisms in his immobilized leg. Doctors administered oxygen and camphor injections as he hovered near death, and it was during this critical period that a visionary journey began. Carl lost consciousness and had what seems to have been a near-death/out-of-body experience(like at a Weezer concert) – or, depending on your perspective, dabbled in delirium. He found himself floating 1,000 miles above the Earth, specifically above the island of Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), so that he was overlooking India. "The sight of the Earth from this height was the most glorious thing I had ever seen." Seas and continents shimmered in blue light, and Jung could make out the Arabian desert ... even the snow-tipped Himalayas. He described an overwhelming sensation of completeness, peace, and liberation from earthly identity. Ahhhhh, at last "It's like taking off a tight shoe" - Ram Dass. Turning southward, "something new entered my field of vision," and Jung encountered a vast, dark block of stone floating in space, which was roughly the size of his house, "like a meteorite," and had been hollowed like a temple. Walking inside the antechamber, sort of a lobby area before entering further, there sat thousands of little flames, wicks in coconut oil, and "to the right of the entrance, a black Hindu sat silently in lotus posture upon a stone bench. He wore a white gown, and I knew that he expected me." Looking left made visible entrance to the temple, a mystical doorway which resembled the Temple of the Holy Tooth at Kandy in Ceylon. The outside was framed with burning lamps, and approaching the structure, he was overcame by "the feeling that everything was being sloughed away; everything I aimed at or wished for or thought, the whole phantasmagoria of earthly existence, fell away or was stripped from me – an extremely painful process." All that remained afterward were the experiences that he had been through, the things he had done, "it was with me, and I was it. I consisted of all that, so to speak. I consisted of my own history and I felt with great certainty: this is what I am. I am this bundle of what has been and what has been accomplished." At first "annihilation predominated," but eventually, it was pleasant, there came a point where regret for the things that had fallen away were not an issue, as he came into the being that he already was. "This experience gave me a feeling of extreme poverty, but at the same time of great fullness. There was no longer anything I wanted or desired. I existed in an objective form." Getting closer to the doorway, he was potently aware that the illumined beings inside of this building would hold the answers to all of his questions. Within was the knowledge of what came before his life, and what it was that came next. All answers awaited. Inching his way to the promise land, as all these ponderances began to mull over in his mind, it was all interrupted by an arising image, floating straight out of Europe, his doctor, "or rather, his likeness – framed by a golden chain or a golden laurel wreath. I knew at once: ’Aha, this is my doctor, of course, the one who has been treating me." Standing before one another, a telepathic exchange began to commence, the two of them both being equipped within their primal forms and whatnot. Having been delegated by the Earth itself, one doctor was sent to the other doctor "to tell me that there was a protest against my going away. I had no right to leave the Earth and must return. The moment I heard that, the vision ceased." This was a bit of a buzzkill for Jung, "I was profoundly disappointed," as he felt that entire painful defoliation process was done in vain. He missed out on the temple of light where all of his really cool friends were waiting to hangout and catch up. It took Carl Jung at-least three weeks to make up his mind to live again. He couldn't eat because all food was repelling. "The view of city and mountains from my sickbed seemed to me like a painted curtain with black holes in it, or a tattered sheet of newspaper full of photographs that meant nothing.

_I thought, “Now I must return to the “box system” again.”

For it seemed to me as if behind the horizon of the cosmos a three-dimensional world had been artificially built up, in which each person sat by himself in a little box. And now I should have to convince myself all over again that this was important! Life and the whole world struck me as a prison, and it bothered me beyond measure that I should again be finding all that quite in order. I had been so glad to shed it all, and now it had come about that I – along with everyone else – would again be hung up in a box by a thread.

Once Jung came to his body again, he relished in a distaste for the doctors interruption of his death. Shortly afterwards he became incredibly worried, for if he had seen him up there in the primal form, that would mean that he was going to die soon, perhaps even in his place. Carl tried to reason with the doctor and plead with him a warning about what was soon to happen, but he did not understand, and Jung got frustrated. He turned out to be right, and was the final patient that doctor served.

"On April 4, 1944 –(((((4-4-44))) I still remember the exact date I was allowed to sit up on the edge of my bed for the first time since the beginning of my illness, and on this same day the doctor took to his bed and did not leave it again."

What's interesting to note is that Carl Jung's NDE was not your typical, 'I was motivated to go back and enjoy life - it was a breath of fresh air,' story that you hear. He did not seem to be happy, and genuinely wished in some way to have been able to cross that threshold for good. Could it be that, given his study of certain traditions like Gnosticism, he was made aware of reality in a way that others are perhaps not? Would Jung's nihilism in this sense be deserved, even rational and appropriate for a short period - given just how acutely aware he became of the situation he may actually be in? Whoever wrote The Matrix screenplay surely had to have gleaned this story, and if not, it makes the whole situation more peculiar.

Hey Lil B!There is some really cool art to check out

Interviewing the artist, he claimed that the word Telos was chosen from its Greek origin, which was related to purpose or goal... what something was for. This surprised me. Out of everyone out there, how could he not know about the Telos which existed underneath Mt Shasta?

Supposedly, this potentially active stratovolcano has underneath itself an entire civilization of super-advanced beings. These are rumored to be refugees from the lost continent of Lemuria, living life in tunnels or vast underground chambers. For the Winnemem Wintu tribe, they called the mountain Boyum Patuk, and claimed it as an energy center of the Earth which would communicate with other energy centers. The Klamath people, a local Native American tribe, has a story related to the mountain. There is a battle between spirit chief Skell, of the above worlds, who descended from heaven to the mountain's summit to fight against Llao, the spirit of the below world. He lived underneath Mount Mazama but was able to come up into the world through a hole which existed in the ground nearby. Skell and Llao fought one another by hurling hot rocks and lava between Mount Shasta and Mount Mazama, representing eruptions at both mountains. Eventually Skell defeated Llao, being inspired to fight harder after the sacrifice of a few brave medicine men who jumped into the pit of the underworld. Afterwards he collapsed the top of Mount Mazama to fill the hole, but wanted the dark pit to be a place of peace and tranquility. Skell filled it with beautiful blue water, and this is what came to be Crater Lake. The man who holds the title "Father of Crater Lake," after spending decades lobbying Congress to make it a national park, originally gave it the name Witches Cauldron. Inside lies a beautiful landmass, which he, at the same time, dubbed

One of the main contributors to the development of the Mt Shasta philsophy came from a book titled

A Dweller on Two Planets
by Phylos the Thibetan

It presents a first‑person narrative of life in Atlantis, specifically in the Poseid capital, with advanced tech (antigravity aircraft, submarines, television‑like devices, wireless communication, air conditioners, “dark‑side” energy.) It is interesting that this is long before society/science had reached this level of development. After this point he begins to describe his last incarnation, where Atlantean karma plays out, as a gold miner and occult student of the Theo‑Christic Adepts. In this story he is brought to a temple which resides inside of Mt Shasta. Here he goes outside of the physical form, to travel in the subtle body to Hysperia (Venus). This is home to an advanced civilization of adepts that shows him even more wacky and wild stuff.

"her perfection of physical life, all breathed the fact of her objective being, and bore evidence to the truth that her rule of life was obedience to the law. And yet I doubt if your eyes, my friends, could have seen her at all. No telescope will ever reveal human life on Venus; not that it is not there, but its forms are of the One Substance effected by a range of force rendering them imperceptible to earthly eyes. You will not think the air any less material, or electricity any less real, because your eyes cannot perceive them."

Phylos ties the Atlantean lifetime to our modern American incarnation, warning that a technological civilization can destroy itself again as “Poseid, queen of the waves” did. The book was not published until 6 years after his death, by his mother.

Hesperus is the personification of the "evening star" (the planet Venus) in Greek mythology

Ἕσπερος Hesperus, 'evening'

27 1 But we must not fail to mention what the myths relate about Atlas and about the race of the Hesperides. The account runs like this: In the country known as Hesperitis there were two brothers whose fame was known abroad, Hesperus and Atlas. These brothers possessed flocks of sheep which excelled in beauty and were in colour of a golden yellow, this being the reason why the poets, in speaking of these sheep as mela, called them golden mela. 2 Now Hesperus begat a daughter named Hesperis, whom he gave in marriage to his brother and after whom the land was given the name Hesperitis; and Atlas begat by her seven daughters, who were named after their father Atlantides, and after their mother, Hesperides."
Diodorus Siculus, Library of History, (Book IV)
(the Atlantides are associated with the nickname 7 Sisters for the Pleiades)

"Daughters of the Evening" "Sunset Goddesses"

"In addition to their tending of the garden, they have taken great pleasure in singing."

One of the Hesperides was named Erytheia Ἐρύθεια) ("the red one")
This was the name of an island which we see in a tale of Heracles in Apollodorus Library
As his tenth labour, he is ordered by Eurystheus to fetch the famous red cattle of the three‑bodied giant Geryon, who lives at this far‑western island. Heracles travels to the edge of the world, crosses the sea, kills the monster, takes the cows, and then drives them all the way back to Greece. He brings them to King Eurystheus, who sacrifices the entire herd to Hera.

Strong's Lexicon G2063 ἐρυθρός, erythros - Red

Erythraean Sea is The Red Sea

There are a few sources that claim the height of the mountain today as 14,179 ft (4,322 m), but the USGS.gov says "the towns of Weed, Mt. Shasta City, and McCloud lie in the shadow of its 4,317 m (14,163 ft) high snow- and ice-clad edifice."

The mountain was originally said to have been 14,444ft above the waters back before 1906

2-16-06

this document may be proof of a claim which was just a bit below that, a typo.

From the Library of Congress