[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Overall, I’d say we have a pretty good deal here, on this world. If you look around, although the mathematical and astronomical probabilities of other worlds as prolifically life-sustaining as this one are endless, universe-wise, we actually, physically, materially, know of none. That’s none. Period. And our neighbours aren’t of much help in that area.
Wanna try something cool? How about a winter chalet retreat on Venus? Or a nice summer cabin on Mars? Off-roading on the moon? How about some ice fishing on Pluto? No?
I thought so. There’s that little thing about air, drinking water and growing fresh food to go along with the dream, and that’s a bit of a challenge on those worlds.
So there’s earth. The only place we know where we can put our slippers under the coffee table and watch TV without too many interruptions. And there’s the seven billion of us. Stuck here until we die. Is that too harsh? How about just damned lucky? And why should we think we are lucky to be here?
Elementary my dear Watson.
Imagine, for a moment, that earth as we know it, never used to be unique. In fact at one time it was not even the backwaters of this system, it didn’t even exist.
The larger planets were populated; Mars was a place where people went to relax, to meditate, to enjoy a different kind of open air. There was one particular planet that was central to the whole solar system: Tiamat. A large water planet on which many of the species we are familiar with today, many more now extinct, fish and sea mammals and “lizards” of immense size lived. Humans lived all over this world, interacting with different kinds of humanity, for example a species of humans who lived in the sea, known now as “mermaids” when in fact they were just mer-people, not “maids.” These grew in average size between twelve and fourteen feet in length, with disproportionately long legs. There were giants too, on Tiamat, and other types of life recorded on earth, such things as the Satyrs, centaurs, minotaurs, the list goes on and on. Why would the Greeks in particular invent such a collection of impossible creatures, all in some way relating to their religious beliefs and their pantheon? I was taught that the Greeks of that time were particularly smart, quite advanced in mathematics, astronomy and geography, among other things. Was the whole “invention” of their divine pantheon a Grecian version of Disney World? Well, be that as it may, as my history professor used to say, let’s carry on here.
Came the unthinkable; a system-wide catastrophe. Whether you read Zecharia Sitchin’s earth chronicles or prefer the catastrophic theories of Velikovsky, one thing we all should know by now because it’s in our memories, deep and permanent, is that our peaceful solar system was shaken to the core some time ago. A renegade planet, along with an army of satellites, wandered – or were guided – into this system and caused havoc and destruction on a gigantic scale. Every planet, and even the sun, were affected by this “terror from deep space” as it moved in and through the solar system. In its passage its main satellite, which the ancients of earth called “Kingu” smashed sideways into Tiamat and destroyed most of the life on it. Due to the powerful gravitational effects of this invader, called “Nibiru” by Earthians of long ago, planets and sun were all disturbed in their orbits.
As if that wasn’t enough, that marauder passed through, disappeared for some 3600 years, then returned for a second run at destroying this solar system. This time, the Kingu satellite, though it would signal its own death, smashed dead on into Tiamat, splitting it in half. Now Tiamat was a water planet, and this must be remembered when we study our solar system today and wonder at many extant conditions that make no sense, for example, why is there so much water scattered throughout the outer parts of this system, particularly on the outer planets? How could there be water in those areas?
So there was unbelievable confusion reigning in this system after this second passage. The great Tiamat spun out of orbit and the remaining half, still in one piece, found itself another orbit, closer to the sun than before. Chaos raged on Tiamat, but much life somehow survived the catastrophe. For those who still don’t know, the other half of Tiamat was shattered and became what we call the asteroid belt, or as the ancient Sumerians called it, “the Hammered Bracelet.”
Well, what now? Simple. Where there had been life, there was now death. No planet was left that could sustain biological life except the half of Tiamat. And that became our earth. Dead Kingu, now trapped in a lesser orbit around this new planet, became what we know as our moon, a moon much too large to be a moon, but a moon nevertheless because instead of orbiting a sun as must a planet, it orbits another planet. In the ancients’ stories it is said that Kingu had been promised an orbit of its own in this system if it would destroy Tiamat completely. It failed and was punished, demoted to being an oversized moon glumly looking upon its old enemy in its life sentence orbital prison.
So humanity survived the catastrophe, though seriously shaken. It’s hard to imagine going through something like that, isn’t it? But we did it, or our ancestors did, somehow, and so, being the only remnant of a once flourishing system of human inhabited worlds, I suppose that makes us the lucky ones. But what else survived? What existed on Tiamat, either of indigenous life, or imported from other places in the galaxy, or surrounding planets? Well, I know that some “mermaids” survived for a time, but they could never recover. Earth oceans were not conducive to their survival, probably being too hot, and they disappeared in time. How about dinosaurs? They too survived for a time, then the changes got them too. But all over the planet, there are those Earthians who believe to have seen, or had encounters with, strange beings such as the Sasquatch, the Abominable Snow Man, the Kelpie and though terribly distorted, the legend of the “mermaids” remains. Stories of enormous serpents in the seas abounded at one time. Tales of giant octopuses that could wrap their tentacles around a ship and pull it under.
If we were to continue relegating those tales to a fervid imagination, then we’d have to admit our forebears were a whole lot smarter than we are, and used their imaginations freely, creatively, and most powerfully, something we are not that good at anymore. Sure we still write fiction and fantasies, but they certainly do not possess the kind of moving and lasting power that the tales of the ancients possessed. How many movie-goers, after watching “Hancock” rushed outside the theatre to assure themselves that these mighty beings weren’t out there tearing their city apart to prove a point? How many had nightmares for years afterward and expected Hancock and his “wife” to go on another rampage? I don’t suppose a single one did. Why not? Because our fiction isn’t real but the ancients, they knew, and they remembered. Their stories were real. How many humans alone died in the cataclysmic “wars of the gods” depicted in ancient records and religious books? Billions? Trillions?
People believed their myths en masse, generation after generation. The tales were real to the entire population of the planet. And therefore it begs the question: why would people everywhere believe such things if they were related to local happenings like an earthquake or tornado or volcano? Why would people from all over the world “remember” great monsters of land and of the deep, in particular? Why were human beings ritually sacrificed to “gods” of stone, fire, water for ages upon ages?
Because the memory of the catastrophe and survival against impossible odds was still fresh in their minds, and because they knew something we no longer care to remember: that the celestial battles they saw were not the work of mindless lumps of rocks hurtling in from deep space, but were literal weapons, guided and ridden by incredibly powerful intelligence. The “gods” were real beings: those who fought the invaders and those who led the invaders. Our ancestors not only observed “the twilight of the gods” but participated in these titanic struggles. And some survived to tell the tale. And these, because they understood the mindset of their gods, tried every which way, to appease them so they would stop their mad wars and leave the people in peace. And we are the descendents of these shaken and confused humans.
As we devolved over the millennia, from being powerful mind beings who engaged in galactic trade and interplanetary travels, to becoming mindless Matrix slaves, our memory of our real past has atrophied exponentially with the development of organized religion, governments resulting in artificial nations and empires; the switch from being a relatively free being roaming the planet in wonder and awe, to becoming the slave of today with his basic lustful survivalist instinct and “feel good” mentality. The atrophy of memory is even faster now with the advent of science and technology. Imagination has become a questionable tool to provide meaningless entertainment and make money from if at all possible. The ancient “myths” as found in all of man’s earlier writings and records have been neutered. A simple process of the passage of time – or a deliberate falsification? And if a falsification, then we must ask, “why?”
So, as I began this: here we are, the lucky survivors of cataclysm. But in a world so tightly controlled in mind by the Matrix, who would believe this?
I have a simple way of dealing with incredible, unbelievable, left-field theories: believe all things, believe IN nothing. So for me it’s easy: I believe it because it’s in the records and it is also in my mind. I believe it because it gives me a much broader playing field on which to exercise my mind. Besides, if we slip the bonds of earth, we temporarily escape the razor-wire fortifications of the Matrix and its minions. Then we can enter that cosmic non-Matrix library and have a field day browsing freely through the records of Akasha. A fascinating place for those who still can imagine.
It's a nice fiction story, but has no reality in it.
Ron
Wow! Are we talking about futuristic reality or fantastic fables? Who really knows?
As a kid I believed in life on other planets. Folks still do and hope that life may have existed on Mars. So far, no cigar. However some experts say that it is mathematically impossible for earth to be the sole supporter of life in a trillion plus planet universe.
So what is the Domino Theory? I believe God placed everything in the universe to serve a purpose. When you study the plants and animals on Earth it's easy to believe that theory. However, go outside this busy world of ours and we see a different thing. That is precisely why we are so limited. We are looking or hope to be hearing something from outer space with our limited senses. That's unrealistic!
There are many scientific studies that suggest more dimensions exist. So who are we to think we can find life in outer space with our limited capabilities? What we possess is fine for exploring life on Earth but that's about it. Even as a child I knew that there were more than 5 senses. How many are there? Who knows? We know of many people who have had encounters with things that they could not see but perhaps in their dreams they had a vision. Even the Bible does not mock dreams! In fact Angels and demons show up in dreams in many a prophet. These dreams are to be taken seriously as even Jesus appeared in Mary's dreams. Are we in a different dimension in our dreams. Who knows? It appears to seem that way. We are in an entirely different state of mind. But we can go places in our dreams that we can't seem to travel to when we are awake. Could it be that we could travel in time or to another dimension where other senses exist and where we can expand our limits? The possibilities are endless. Then again, so is our universe.
Peace, love and may the Lord's blessings be with you always,
John Michael
Love ya!
Jane