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The Flood From Enki








 

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How the Bad Time came

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During the whole summer the sun had been hid behind the clouds, as if unwilling to look upon the earth. There was perpetual calm, and the damp mist hung like a wet sail over the houses and the marshes. The air was heavy and oppressive, and in men's hearts was neither joy nor cheerfulness. In the midst of this stillness the earth began to tremble as if she was dying. The mountains opened to vomit forth fire and flames. Some sank into the bosom of the earth, and in other places mountains rose out of the plain. Aldland , called by the seafaring people, Atland, disappeared, and the wild waves rose so high over hill and dale that everything was buried in the sea. Many people were swallowed up by the earth, and others who had escaped the fire perished in the water.

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It was not only in Finda's land that the earth vomited fire, but also in Twiskland (Germany). Whole forests were burned one after the other, and when the wind blew from that quarter our land was covered with ashes. Rivers changed their course, and at their mouths new islands were formed of sand and drift.

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During three years this continued, but at length it ceased, and forests became visible. Many countries were submerged, and in other places land rose above the sea, and the wood was destroyed through the half of Twiskland (Germany). Troops of Finda's people came and settled in the empty places. Our dispersed people were exterminated or made slaves. Then watchfulness was doubly impressed upon us, and time taught us that union is force.

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--A Good Matriarch From The Northland

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Of Arthur, A Messiah, And The Forgotten Land of Avalon, Called by The North Ones, Atland

 

The Isle of Fruit Trees which men call the Fortunate Isle (Insula Pomorum quae Fortunata uocatur) gets its name from the fact that it produces all things of itself; the fields there have no need of the ploughs of the farmers and all cultivation is lacking except what nature provides. Of its own accord it produces grain and grapes, and apple trees grow in its woods from the close-clipped grass. The ground of its own accord produces everything instead of merely grass, and people live there a hundred years or more. There nine sisters rule by a pleasing set of laws those who come to them from our country.​

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What is now known as [The Atlantic Sea] was, in ancient times, a [Mighty Land, Realm of Angels and Gods] called the Isle of Avalon. It is virtually an island, for it is completely surrounded by marshlands. In Welsh it is called Ynys Afallach, which means the Island of Apples and this fruit once grew in great abundance. After the Battle of Camlann, a noblewoman called Morgan, later the ruler and patroness of these parts as well as being a close blood-relation of King Arthur, carried him off to the island, now known as "Glastonbury" [a metaphor], so that his wounds could be cared for. Years ago the district had also been called Ynys Gutrin in Welsh, that is the Island of Glass, and from these words the invading Saxons later coined the place-name "Glastingebury".

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--The Knights Templar To Sir Geoff of Monmouth​

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HERE, THEN, THE ORIGIN OF THE TWO OLD BROTHERHOODS AND THEIR FOUNDATIONS FROM ATLANTIS!

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Bhishma, now an old man, takes the responsibility of raising the two sets of cousins. They fight constantly, and even try to kill each other. One day Drona, a teacher and master of arms, offers his services to train the boys in the ways of war. But Drona has a secret mission: to avenge an insult made by a former friend.

When young, Drona was close to Drupada and they promised to share everything with each other. Years later, when Drona, living in poverty, went to ask a favor of his childhood companion, now a great king, Drupada dismissed him because “only equals can be friends.” Thus, as payment for his training, Drona asks the Pandavas to avenge him. Being mighty warriors, they conquer Drupada’s kingdom and hand it over to Drona. He promptly gives his former friend half his kingdom back, saying, “Now we are equals.”

  • For revenge, Drupada has children by sorcery, born out of flames: his son Dhrishtadyumna is destined to kill Drona during the war; an oracle says his daughter Draupadi will “bring destruction on an unrighteous ruler;” a third child Sikhandi is Amba reincarnated who will kill Bhishma in the war.

  • Later, Drona and Bhishma will fight on the side of the Kauravas not so much out of loyalty but because their mortal enemies (Dhrishtadyumna and Sikhandi) fight with the Pandavas.

Drona recognizes Arjuna’s superiority as a master of arms, especially the bow, and favors him with special training. In a contest of skill, he tells each of the Pandavas to strike a target, the eye of a wooden bird in a tree. He asks each one in turn, “O prince, tell me what you see.” One by one they respond, “I see my teacher, my brothers, the tree and the bird.” Drona tells them, “Then you will not hit the mark.” Arjuna, however, says he sees only the bird, and in fact, only the eye of the bird. Thus, focused on his target alone, he strikes with total accuracy. Drona rewards Arjuna by giving him a supreme weapon, the Brahmasira, only to be used against celestial beings, or else it will destroy the world.

Drona stages a tournament to display all the Pandavas’ skills, but a stranger appears who challenges Arjuna and equals him in archery. This is Karna, Kunti’s first son by Surya the sun god, whom she bore before she married Pandu; ashamed for being an unwed mother, she abandoned him in a basket on the river. Thus Karna is the older brother of the Pandavas. However, Karna does not know his real mother, being raised by a chariot driver who found him in the river. The Pandavas mock his lowly social status and will not fight with someone who is not of royal birth, but their cousin Duryodhana sees the chance to make an ally. Ignoring the strict rules of caste, he says, “Birth is obscure and men are like rivers whose origins are often unknown” (play). Duryodhana gives Karna a small kingdom, and Karna swears eternal friendship to the Kauravas.

  • Karna’s lowly caste (social status) will haunt him throughout the Mahabharata. For a person who desires to be measured by his accomplishments, living under this shadow is unbearable.

  • As the child of the sun, Karna was born with golden armor over his skin. Later, the god Indra tricks Karna into giving this divine protection away.

  • After Karna was born, Kunti miraculously remained a virgin.

The Pandavas narrowly escape a plot by Duryodhana to burn them in a house made of highly flammable materials. For months afterward, they live in hiding in the forest. One night as Bhima keeps watch while the others sleep, there appears a rakshasa named Hidimbi (a man-eating ogre, one type of demon). Assuming the form of a beautiful woman, she falls madly in love with Bhima, who fights and kills her venomous brother. Bhima and the magical creature then have a powerful demon child called Ghatotkatcha; he swears to come to the aid of his father whenever necessary.

Psss, Jack. Listen up, kid. You want some real hidden knowledge? Smoke some ciggies filled with Ambrosia of Occult Gnosis?

Careful now, bud; 'nothing more dangerous here than this single page. Don'y say I didn't warn ya', chap! Don't merely glance at this! 

33rd Sphere

Above The Ogdad

Beneath The Heavenly An

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What's that you say? They're all Satanists? Pedophiles? Murders? Child torturers? Media owners? Ha! Who cares, Jack? No one will ever believe you, idiot! Really, Jack, the media makes fun of those notions; your kings call you a conspiracy theorist if you believe in such a thing! Why would Epstein lie about doing bad things? He has money and has been 'elected'; he can't lie! Why would they never tell the truth in books? There are no brotherhoods, no blackmailing, no punishments, no defamation. Ludicrous, my layman friend!...

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Listen up, Jack! Fix yourself a fixin' of mint tea, won't you? Your stomach ought to be sour; ignore doubt and your newspapers and books of metaphorical fiction written by Cloaked Men you've never heard of, sir. Listen to your mother, son! I'm here to help you grow, am I not? Eh? You say the 'three days' narrative was literal? 12 actual men? Is-Ra-El's Children are who you're told they are? Seven days, kid? Grow up, you fool! They are but blunt and dead and literal words with very secret meanings; you actually don't know a symbol more than a mere stop sign on your way to a religious temple, do ya'!? You really think your books are that straightforward and not painted over? F-grade student! Stop going to your controlled school, son

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Now, let us eat a real breakfast. 5 cups of wine and a bushel of olives? Alrighty-roo! Amun.

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