25/06/2023

Indeed, volumes could be written on the subject of the “Hollow Earth”

“In The Coming Race, Edward Bulwer-Lytton speaks of advanced beings inhabiting caverns beneath the Earth's surface. He refers to these beings as the Ana, saying they were forced underground due to a flood that destroyed their civilization thousands of years before the Biblical cataclysm.

The Hopi Indians speak of an underground world called Sipapuni, where their tribe originated. Interestingly, G Warren Shufelt discovered underground tunnels beneath Los Angeles which the Hopi believed were inhabited by a lizard race over five thousands years ago.

In his book Agartha, Robert E Dickhoff recounts the story of a Tibetan monk who learned that a secret alliance between reptilians and human sorcerers was responsible for causing chaos among Earth’s surface societies. Apparently, the subterranean evil-doers projected bio energetically disturbing frequencies into the minds of humans beings.

Dickhoff wrote that the monk led four hundred warrior monks into the caverns to do battle with a “Serpent Cult.”

From David Icke’s Children of the Matrix we read: Thirty-six underground cities have been discovered in Cappadocia so far and some are huge complexes going down eight levels. The ventilation systems are so efficient that even eight floors down the air is still fresh. Thirty vast underground cities and tunnel complexes have also been found near Derinkuya in Turkey In Secret in the Bible, Tony Bushby writes: Historical documents recorded that during the 20th Century, staggering discoveries not spoken of today, were made at Giza and Mt. Sinai, and Egyptian rumors of the discovery of another underground city within a 28 mile radius of the Great Pyramid abound John Rhodes recounts the discoveries of G E Kincaid who: …apparently discovered a massive underground city that was cut out into a wall of the Grand Canyon with the precision equaled only to that of the Great Pyramid. The highly advanced civilization that inhabited this subterranean city was of unknown origin…

A Smithsonian Institution team… discovered hundreds of rooms. Some as small as an average living room and others as large as several hundred feet in length and breadth. It was estimated that the area explored so far by the team could have comfortably housed fifty thousand people.

Scholar and researcher J J Hurtak declares: In our research in Africa, the Far East and the mountains of South America, we have come across statuary of very grotesque beings, who according to the Indian and Shamanistic tradition, went into the earth at the time of a great cataclysm Apache Indians speak of tunnels between their lands and city of Tiahuanaco in Bolivia. They claim their ancestors traveled for years by subterranean routes, and that the tunnels were …carved out by rays that destroy the living rock and were created by …beings who live near the stars–(From Uriel’s Machine by Christopher Knight and Robert Lomas)

In Irish mythology, the Tuatha de Danann (a tribe of powerful Druids) descended into the underworld through so-called “sidhes.” Indeed, volumes could be written on the subject of the “Hollow Earth.” The ancient city of Beersheba… has many underground rooms and tunnels dating back to the Fourth Millennia BC… In 1951, at fifty sites in the northern Negev and particularly near Beersheba, researchers found the ruins of numerous villages. These were not on the surface… but instead they were completely underground. Running at a depth of twenty feet these tunnels form a network like an underground city. These cities have been dated to about 3000 BC–R A Boulay (Flying Serpents and Dragons) Thirty-six additional cities have been located; one near Ozconak was the home of 60,000 people. A similar city at Kaymakli was connected to it by a tunnel over six miles long. Altogether, it is estimated that all these Anatolian cities could accommodate from a half-to-one million people underground.

In 1572, a select and hardy group of about 500 German colonists originating mainly from Prussia are hired as soldier-mercenaries by Sebastian I, king of Portugal, to man a garrison up the Amazon River. Later, the group had problems with the local Indians and during their getaway stumbled upon a cave entrance on the side of a mountain. Exploring the cave, they found entrances to deep underground tunnels. Factions of this German colony reemerged in 1647. Headed by a German called Von Luckner, the colony broke into several underground cities over a period of several hundred years. Cities were established… these colonists also discovered another civilization with linguistic roots similar to German who had descended to earth some 30,000 years ago in response to a reptilian invasion of earth. These people were called the Bods, and they descended into the earth through tunnels in what is today Iran, Pakistan and Syria.

It is important to understand that the surface Germans originated from Bodlanders who surfaced through tunnel openings in the Black Forest in Bavaria–Valdamar Valerian (The Master Chronology) Now that we are informed of what ancient lore has to say about prehistory, we make greater sense of the following Commandment: You shalt not make for yourself a graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is under the water of the earth–(Exodus 20: 4) Many of the world’s quaint myths and tales-such as those featuring dragons, dwarves, trolls, elves, little people and king under the mountain, etc-allude to subterranean regions. Many native American Indian tribes (particularly the Navajo, Hopi and Zuni) speak of a period when their ancestors resided in a subterranean world after a great cataclysm tore Earth’s surface to shreds. David Hatcher Childress recounts many legends directly referring to the underworld refuges of the ancients: In connection with this story, it is notable that among the Hopi Indians the tradition is told that their ancestors once lived in an underworld in the Grand Canyon till dissension arose between the good and the bad, the people of one heart and the people of two hearts. Machetto, who was their chief, counseled them to leave the underworld, but there was no way out. The chief then caused a tree to grow up and pierce the roof of the underworld, and then the people of one heart climbed out–(Lost Cities of Atlantis)”

— Atlantis, Alien Visitation and Genetic Manipulation by Michael Tsarion

09/06/2023

Birthgap - Childless World PART 1 (English Version)

                                  

The era of ultra-low birthrates has begun. But why are people having so few children these days? And what are the consequences ? Come on a journey of discovery across 24 countries to find the reason and also the future consequences for young and old alike. 

Other reasons for the decline not mentioned in the documentary:
- The covid jabs
- Poisoning of humanity with toxins, microplastics, chemtrails, etc
- The war on the traditional family, religions and marriage.
- Dating apps and porn.
- Not liking nor approving of the state of things in general
- Consciousness evolution and ascension

07/05/2023

Greece 2

 A hawk flew over me as I lay there, alone on the deserted beach, hovering in the air, my anima. It's a good omen for me, I've always thought that, ever since i was a child. Any bird of prey that appears is a good omen.

Wandering through the pine groves, how can I keep from singing? I'm not actually singing as I walk but my body is singing from the hike.

The mountain is silent in the midday sun. The trees have their own song and I'm listening now. The heat is really getting to me, I'm sweating profusely but my mission is to reach the chapel, the white unblemished chapel. 

I'm not thinking as I climb higher and higher, its steep but I'm on a strange pilgrimage to the little chapel. No pain, no thoughts. The sea is disappearing from sight below me. The essential oils of pine and thyme are rich and heady in the air. My body is singing and sweating as I climb. I'm on a pilgrimage. I have to get to that holy place.

My breath is heaving, sweat is pouring out of me as I get slowly closer. This could be dangerous, there is no one for miles around, no one knows I'm here. The heat shimmers in the air around the rocks, a lizard scuttles off the path where I set my feet. The hawk is nowhere to be seen now, there are no birds, the white walls of the chapel can be seen up ahead.

The church is not particularly pretty, I have been to a few already on the island. This one is small and hidden away high on the mountainside, secluded by stately pine trees, the path up to the courtyard is paved. The stone is worn down by the years, slated by the seasons, by the salt carried in on the wind. 

Who knows when last anyone visited this sacred place. I open the blue door and the air inside is old and stale but the light falling in through the window illuminates the far wall of icons. There are various portraits of the saints, Jesus and Mary, just like in any other Greek church but there is something different about this one. 

I practically collapse onto the stone floor from exhaustion. I made it. The silence of the place is disturbed by my labouring breath, I need to regain my composure. A soft breeze flows in through the open door, cooling me somewhat. I lye there on the chapel floor, the saints are watching me from the walls but they are not judging me. 

I sit up, the place is only a couple square metres wide. Simple chapel, made with dedication, plain upholstery, no glamour and yet there is an ambiance pure, true, honest. It fills me with respect which startles me, I rarely feel a reverence such as this and I start to pray, kneeled on the floor. 

I pray for my family, I pray for my friends. I beseech the icons to watch over them. I thank the saints for the life I have lived, I thank them for the consolidation. Here where i am no longer mystical. Here where I am no longer clairvoyant. Here I pray silently and in earnest because I feel I must. 

I do not pray about the many years, I do not pray about the pain. I do not question my fate. Then I just sit there, alone in the remote chapel, alone on the remote island. 

For a moment I hope to die there. Its been a long time since I thought about death. There was a time when an ending was always on my mind. I want to die there on the floor of the tiny church in the arms of the icons, in the arms of the Mother Mary. I want to die for the love that is lost though its not a bitter or wretched feeling at all. Just a kind of surrender. 

Ayla Schafer - Music Plants Trees

What the Media Won't Tell You About King Charles III: Coronation Edition


                                What the Media Won't Tell You About KING CHARLES III

25/03/2023

You get billed for awakening

Life has a price-tag

You get billed for awakening


Trying to explain that

Evil is entropic


Polarity integration

Is its own reward


Save you a lot of tears

Tares in the aura


One doesn't exit the matrix easily

Its a debtors prison


You're all ears now

Just as I get to the part about consent

Greece 1

 I'm ordering my takeaway at the street bar, one pita gyros and a Greek salad, the young guy recognizes me from earlier in the week and the older guy comes over and pats me on the arm, just for a moment his hand gently squeezes my shoulder. He smiles affectionately at me but it's as if I'm the stranger who you can't place in that scene. The stranger who you want to be close to but know you cannot. I'm touched by his gesture somehow. 

The younger guy asks whether I need a fork while a woman, probably the mother throws a salad together and I ask for two forks even though I am alone. I could have had a girlfriend waiting at the hotel, the salad could be for her. I don't know why I would want to give that impression and to be honest I don't. I'm not embarrassed to be on the island by myself. The woman asks her son if I want a lot of olive oil on my salad and if I want crushed oregano. Just a bit please, I say it twice for both condiments. 

I'm standing there on the street waiting for my food, smoking a cigarette and I glance around cautiously for an ashtray but there is none. A middle-aged Greek sitting at the bar has been watching me. You can just put your cigarette out on the street he motions. See nobody cares! I laugh self consciously and stub it out by my feet. The moments there stick in my mind as I walk back up the streets to the hotel with my meal in my hand. The evening is setting in.

While eating on the balcony, I look up at the stars, I'm trying to make out the constellations. The big dipper is the only one I recognise. I'm reminded of Germany, laying out in the field at night with my sister and her then husband. My sister always calls it: the saucepan. Suddenly I'm determined to learn the other constellations, that is to spot them. I look on my phone and recognize the names, Draco, Cassiopeia, Orion, but there is too much light pollution even from this small village around me. I keep leaning out peering up at the night sky, then checking my phone but I give up after a while. Not as clear as in South Germany here. 

I'm strangely not philosophical, not mystical as I used to be. I'm not intimidated or even intrigued by the vastness of life. Not questioning my purpose or 'soul searching', that term makes me cringe a little. I feel consolidated and calm as I move from moment to moment. Making tea in the evening has become a tiny ritual, I smoke and read and watch some YouTube videos on my phone. 

My home is here now where there is no news, no energy price hikes or warmongering. Just the rituals of my days. I'm immune to the Dutch and Scandinavian tourists, sometimes they stare, sometimes they bustle, they carry some of their country with them. Their grey lives hang on them, linger in their aura's. Fortunately they are few, its mostly just me. 

The girl at the café starts making my decaf frappe as soon as she sees me. Just a hello is enough now whether in the morning or afternoon. It's like clockwork. I'm consolidated. Walking around the semi-deserted bay in the heat of the sun is like a meditation. I'm always immersed in the blue of the sea. I could spend hours going over the pain and trauma of the last few years but I'm untouched by them, I'm not bitter here. I'm pain-free now. I'm long lost.