Why is it that much of what we are trying to find out about our history, and the history of our odd planet, seems to always result in cross-purposes “discoveries”? Why can’t we get it right, just once, and then we’d all know? All we have is theories, and they keep changing with every new discovery made possible by advanced technology. For a long time we wondered about the obvious, above-ground “man-made” megaliths like Stonehenge, or the pyramids. The theories and flights of fancy these two constructs alone gave birth to – and continue to do!
How about “us” and our origins? Have they figured that out yet? Any conclusive evidence, apart from the exhaustive and exhausting debates between creationists and evolutionists, however couched in fine scientific terms these may be? Nothing. Only new discoveries that cast doubts on everything that has been taught to date.
Of course, I realize that for most people so intent on quests of either basic survival or maximizing one’s personal pleasures, these thought are not exactly what constitutes bread and butter. From the heaven-bound religionists to die-hard hedonists, there isn’t a whole lot of room left for much thoughtful approach to the matter. The relatively small thirst for such knowledge is quietly assuaged with a couple of nature shows and some National Geographic presentation. There, now I know that, until next week when someone else says “that” is a crock because of “this” which disproves “that” and back to square one. Now I have to wait for the next issue of Scientific American to check on “facts” regarding “that” versus “this.” It’s kinda like bailing out a twelve foot canoe battling a four foot chop and no shore in sight.
Here’s a thought: what if (I love those “what’ if’s”, they’re downright sexy) this whole fact-finding stuff is just smoke and mirrors and one-upmanship among scientific clans? What if our real ancient history cannot be determined by any sort of research, however painstaking, however sincere? What if everything we are looking for is already “here” in the library of the mind, and we need but go in and browse? Now there’s a scary thought. Suddenly, we wouldn’t need all that expensive and expansive “research” that keeps us securely confused. We could know without having to decide whom to trust out there.
So, having brought the cat out of the can, the bat out of the hat, do I have access to my own mindbrary? Well, yes, I have a password, verified. Have I been there? Lots of time. I'm cheap and it’s free, first consideration. Also, it’s opened 24/7 and even beats Wal-Mart hours. And all the material is in my language. No late fees. And yes, they have videos, tons and tons of videos, and documentaries, on any subject. All in all, I’d say that’s a pretty good deal.
After hinting about “catastrophism” à la Velikovsky1(footnote) and mentioning, again, my old friend Zecharia Sitchin whose research is nothing less than revolutionary and quite near target, I had to know more. This time, I used the unexplained localized (earth-based) man-made phenomena as a key and went looking. What I found was quite unexpected, though it should not have been.
These monster artifacts whose raison d’être remains beyond the reach of archeologists, historians, geographers, demographers and even of those who survey earth from space, have a simple explanation. It’s real enough, but it is totally unacceptable to the rank and file belief systems inculcated within the Earthian mindset.
First, remember Occam’s Razor.2(footnote) Then remember that every Earthian has an anti-virus program running all the time to “protect” the mind from overload, in case it decides it wants to know something real for a change. Matrix programming doesn’t allow that. You can’t know anything unless it’s been approved by the OOD. That’s the Office Of Disinformation of course, but then you already knew that. So they “upgrade” your soul program on a regular basis to ensure you remain a docile believer. And for the most part, you do. You can tell easily enough. When you want to know something, to whom do you go? Without fail, to your ever-trusted sources: primarily the media, then the government, banking, church, public education, science community and medical institutions. That pretty much covers it and they constitute the only sources you know. Anything else you suspect may be out there won’t affect your reasoning – it will be very effectively blocked. The most revolutionary steps you will be allowed, will be to go from one side of the barge to the other, but your programming will tell you that if you jump out of the barge, you will drown. Of course, if you looked around carefully, you would see that the barge is not in open water but floating between endless docks. You could jump out, but the soul-projected mirage is of a bottomless sea and there be dragons. Only when you die and “they” throw you overboard will you go there, but then it will be a mite late.
So then, who built Stonehenge and the Pyramids? And why? Honestly? I don’t know. Not yet. But I “know” where they were built, and that’s a good start. Everybody knows where they were built, you’ll say. Well, no. Everybody knows where they are located, but that’s not what I’m saying, yet after all the research done, that’s all we know for sure.
How about this: they were not built on earth. Say what? They were brought here from some alien world? No, that’s not what I am getting at. Think. Think real hard. How could they be here, but not built here, yet made of the same material this world is made of? Nothing comes to mind yet? Ok, how about this.
They were built on Tiamat. Tiamat was partially destroyed but a piece of it remained, along with some of its life, and that became earth. “Spaceship” earth, or “Mothership earth” if you will. That which gave our ancestors sanctuary during a terrible catastrophe. Earth is not really our home, just a piece of it, so changed that we cannot adapt to this place. We come from a much slower-paced world, much larger, much more evolved and civilized; a world we will never see again because it no longer exists. All those stories about “Mu” and “Atlantis” and “Lemuria” and other places – they never existed on earth. They are remembrances of Tiamat and the incredible life we once knew but was lost forever in the cataclysm.
We are marooned here, and have been for a long, long time. So long that we have finally forgotten that ancient terror that destroyed our world as we learned to make the best of what we have left. And in this chaotic partial world, we have unexplained phenomena, like massive pyramids buried deep in the seas, and many other meaningless (to us now) monuments. And we still at times wonder about them and still we can hear our mind whisper in the dark: why?
I predict that until “science” opens itself up to a greater reality outside the imposed boundaries of the Matrix, earth man will never, ever know the truth about his past. All those “myths” which were so real to our ancestors will remain myths until they too disappear from our consciousness. There will come a day, should man survive the current madness, when people will walk past, or through, these unexplained constructs and not even notice them anymore. Just another part of the landscape and no questions asked, no questions even possible.
I find that terribly sad since we can know. Not through the methodology developed and programmed in our minds by the Matrix OOD, but through our own efforts, our “flights of fancy” outside our constricting fishbowl. It isn’t going to be easy to break out of the Matrix stranglehold, but it is possible. We have examples of individuals who have done so – mystics, philosophers, writers of science fiction, charismatics, prophets. They’ve been here and there, and sometimes, if rarely, they actually left a trace, some writings, some revered events, allowed by the OOD because the Earthian nature is easier to control if it is given a bit of truth along with the endless lies. Just a bit of sugar coating goes a long way. The caveat, of course, is that such individuals were exceptional, and not to be emulated. Their lives were abnormal. Ours, on the other hand, are quite normal. We don’t believe things that can’t be, do we? No, not ever.
1 (footnote) Worlds in Collision is the first book written by Immanuel Velikovsky and first published on April 3, 1950, by Macmillan Publishers.[1] The book, Velikovsky's most criticized and controversial, was an instant New York Times bestseller, topping the charts for eleven weeks while being in the top ten for twenty-seven straight weeks.[2] (See: Worlds in Collision as bestseller) Despite this popularity, overwhelming rejection of its thesis by the scientific community led Macmillan to stop publishing it and to transfer the book to Doubleday within two months (Friedlander 1995:14).
2 (footnote) Occam's razor is the idea that, in trying to understand something, getting unnecessary information out of the way is the fastest way to the truth or to the best explanation.
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