Summary
➡ Ancient megalithic sites, built on top of even older structures, showcase advanced stonework techniques that we can’t replicate today. These structures, made from the hardest types of stone, have survived natural disasters and the passage of time due to their unique interlocking design. Despite our modern technology, we still don’t understand how these stones were shaped and assembled. The builders of these sites remain unknown, but their work continues to impress and puzzle us today.
➡ Westerman discovered an ancient hydraulic pool that, despite constant pumping, maintained its water level, suggesting a deeper, unexplored source. The Great Pyramid in Giza, built on natural aquifers, is believed to be a device, possibly for harnessing energy. In Russia, a mountain was found to be hollowed out, with a complex network of tunnels and shafts, suggesting a utility purpose. Additionally, large stone jars, too big for human use and possibly created using stone-softening technology, were found worldwide, hinting at a lost ancient civilization with advanced knowledge and technology.
➡ This text discusses various ancient figures from different cultures, like the Aztecs, Incas, Hindus, Babylonians, Sumerians, Greeks, and Aboriginal Australians, who were believed to have imparted wisdom and knowledge to their people. These figures, often depicted as non-human or semi-human, are thought to symbolize certain qualities or powers. The text also mentions the existence of ancient structures and cities yet to be fully explored, suggesting that our understanding of history is still incomplete. Lastly, it criticizes mainstream archaeology for dismissing local narratives and traditions about these ancient figures and sites.
➡ A group of people appeared worldwide with a similar message, possibly due to being displaced by a catastrophic event like the Great Flood. This event, often used in stories to teach lessons, is now supported by modern geology. These stories, or allegories, are based on real events but are used to explain human experiences and moral lessons. The story of Noah’s Ark, for example, could be an allegory for maintaining balance in a chaotic world, but it’s also likely inspired by a real event known as the Younger Dryas cataclysm, a global flood that happened around 12,800 years ago.
➡ This video discusses various myths and theories about ancient civilizations and their advanced technologies. It suggests that these ancient societies might have had a different kind of technology that was more in tune with nature, unlike our current technology which exploits the Earth. The video also criticizes mainstream historians and archaeologists for ignoring new information and theories, which leads to wild speculations and conspiracy theories. The narrator encourages viewers to be open-minded and patient with these experts, suggesting that they might be afraid to admit their lack of knowledge about these ancient civilizations and their technologies.
➡ The text discusses the importance of acknowledging the work of experts in various fields, such as archaeologists, historians, and physicists, in understanding the world and its history, including theories like Atlantis. It suggests that instead of challenging these experts, we should appreciate their work as it forms the basis of our own understanding. The text also emphasizes that we are all learners, guided by remnants of the past, and that cooperation and humility can lead to a wealth of knowledge. Lastly, it mentions a mysterious structure, Sagiria, believed to be built by sky people, adding to the world’s many unsolved mysteries.
Transcript
And you are a seer who sees nothing. Frustrated, the colorful eagle clapped its wings and rejoined the clouds. But last night’s fire. The medicine man would not share what the eagle had said, giving everyone a shiver up their spine. He had spoken with the eagle months ago, but was just now half assed bringing it up to give advice to the king of her tribe. From that, the king gave us our orders. All families are to move the sacred stones to the top of the nearest mountain first thing in the morning. Speaking this, he looked at the medicine man with disgust, as if to say, why didn’t you tell me sooner? Now people cannot survive in the mountains for very long, so this must be a temporary visit, done quickly.
Night came, and it wasn’t the tremble of the earth that bothered your last night’s sleep, but their ominous words are what caused your dream. Dream of a land across the waters, inhabited by people so powerful that they were practically gods. Their huts were smooth, straight and shining, white stone and massive. They had precious stones as well, but there was somehow an energetic information stored in the ones of enormous size that were bound together by glowing hot braided ropes. In this dream, they could control nature in such a way as to benefit from it as single individuals.
Weird. Instead of ceaselessly serving the mother as the real gods intended, these magicians in your dream would harvest her in ways that your words could not describe. Like it wasn’t just reaping her plants for food. They harvested power that was not given back to the Mother and not shared among other men. A concept your mind would have never fathomed as even possible. But here you are, fathoming it as you wipe sleep from your eyes. And it must be earlier in the morning than it felt. Felt. Because your hut is not lit by the sun yet. As you begin gathering up supplies, you notice that nobody else is unheard of unless the head of the tribe called it off.
And what a relief. Instead, everyone is looking at the horizon where the sun would be rising Any moment if it wasn’t for a damn cloud blocking the sun’s rise. What an interesting cloud. No light is piercing through it. It’s growing taller. It is the length of the entire horizon from north to south. To avoid hearing the medicine man weeping in his quarters, you walk to the east end of your island to get a better look at this thing. Already standing there is your king. The stream of tears silently rolling down his face confirm your suspicion that he executed the expedition.
His tears tell you another terrible truth. This was no cloud. Perhaps it is the gods coming to visit. And the tears were of joy after all. It was a slight hint of green now. The color of the heart. Rejoice, you proclaim to the tribe’s head. He turns and says to you four haunting words. We are too late. And before his fourth word left his tongue, the sun beamed out from above the strange blockage illuminating every single agonizing portion of it with unbearable clarity. You see it now, and you know what it is. Falling to your knees, you call out to your companion, the dog that you were gifted at birth cuz you need your best friend now more than ever, marking the first time in your life that he didn’t come running.
In fact, as you frantically look around, you realize you see no animals, you hear no birds, and become deadly distracted by the deafening silence of your home. Silently still, with not so much as a breeze to comfort your trembling flesh, the animals have left you. Gather your mother and father, your sister and your brother, to take them to the safest part of the island. Not hidden or tucked away and not up the mountain or behind boulders for protection. The safest part of the island is now the beach on the east end. Because safe no longer means resistance.
Safe now means to make it quick. There was plenty of beach available to them now because the shoreline waters went running away from the land as if to escape, like the animals. The animals? Wait a second, you say to your father. What did the eagle say to him? What did the medicine man ignore? Certainty, he responds. The animals are harmonious with nature. They are not distracted by thoughts of the mind. We have lost our way. Sitting down in the cold sand, your sister asks what the green wall is. Your mother answers with words of poetry and grace.
It is the giver of all life. It is the foundation of our being. It is the grace that bestows our world, like the sun, never asking anything in return. But life has an opposite, and this carries both. It is water, my child, and the sun will not be saving us. A wall of green water now envelops the entire eastern sky, towering over the land like a bird hovering over its prey. But the acceptance of death sometimes inspires us. There is only one thing left to do. Leave something behind. Something permanent. The white stone pillars in your dream had shapes on them.
Those seemed imperishable. You run to the boulders and start smashing it with your stone. You cann possibly carve a depiction of a wall of water, but you can draw a bird of prey hovering over the land. A falcon and a serpent now peer back at you from the rock face, causing your brother to ask, why the trouble with art? Nothing matters now. A strange sense of pride and hope enter your voice when you respond. If water is the bringer of death today, it will be the bringer of life on. Someday, someone will see this and know that we failed.
But more importantly, that we existed. We are brand new any which way you look at it as you watch this. It is the year 2025. Our year is 2025. This alone lends us a perspective of infancy, because to us, ancient times was only that long ago. And we don’ have a clear picture of what was happening then, which was practically yesterday. We are born here in it, so those 2,000 years feel permanent. But compared to the Egyptian civilization that reigned for at least 30 centuries, and to be clear, probably much longer than that. We realize that societies seem to come and go fairly quickly, on their own accord, without having the earth swallow your entire civilization.
Whole Earth has many ways of entropy for things on her surface, so figuring out how long humans have been humaning is impossible. We have mythology, of course, but that is subjective at best when looked at alone. Myth has to be connected to hard evidence before it can lend us a hand outside of a moral compass. But we do have another gigantic hint. And by gigantic, I mean literally. The only thing permanent enough to give us a clue, ironically, can’t be stonework, namely, megalithic stonework. We have to look at the context around the stone. The average person has been fooled into thinking that impossible ancient stonework means the Giza pyramids and maybe a handful of lesser sites scattered here and there.
A notion that, like us, is generations from the truth. Saying a stone is big and precise goes in one ear and out the other. So like our date of 2000 years compared to 30 plus centuries, we need perspective. Our modern cranes, meant for hoisting and moving heavy items, are extraordinary. The engineering it takes to make an object lift a heavier object is a solid testament to the brilliance of mankind. Because some of our modern cranes can lift and move upward of 30 tons. Amazing. That’s 40,000 of Shawn’s mothers. But unfortunately, to our modern ego and clout, this is the equivalent of a baby stacking wooden Alphabet blocks compared to many ancient sites.
Without counting Egypt, stones used in baalbek weigh about 900 tons, some of which weigh even more than that. And with this is your nugget of perspective. Because to lift one of these single blocks, it would take more of our cranes than could actually fit around the block. If those cranes were able to lift it off the ground at all, there would be no transportation. This riddle leaves us so baffled that we choose not to address it in mainstream study. And we haven’t even mentioned the precision, mathematics, and acoustical properties that give these megalithic sites their purpose.
We are stuck at square one. Sites like these are abundant all over the world. The sheer quantity of these ancient megalithic sites show us that this was something humans could just do, and there was a practical, useful purpose for them. We are taught by people sitting behind desks that these were tombs or monuments of superstition. This is not only ignorant, but misleading, an insult to the builders and our intelligence. Strap in. Because there are curveballs coming in hot. Confusion is added to this already impossible enigma when we find multiple layers of stonework. As people, we have always built our buildings on top of or around already existing buildings.
It is just easier than working from the ground up. And previous work inspires us. Here’s the problem. Nearly all of these ancient sites were built on top of sites that were already ancient to our ancients, who don’t lay claim to have been the builders, because they can’t. Although pride haunts the human species, it won’t matter here because the oldest layer of stonework, very simply put, cannot be replicated by anyone, anywhere, at any point, period. Our ancients knew this and admit they either found or inherited the megalithic sites from ancestors considered to have downright magical powers. Because the older the stonework, the more impossible.
We don’t see a linear progression of advancement like we see in our tech today. We see the exact opposite. A dipping of skill with novelty, unprecedented and untold because of lack of a logical explanation. You’ll see coming up here, some of these require an illogical explanation. The portion we see at the top is impressive and indeed nothing to scoff at, but crudely pales in comparison to what it’s built over stone that seems to have been once melted into place, creating a seamless wall that is assembled to be imperishably resistant to age. The intricate puzzle piece design of uniquely shaped stones stacked in this seemingly random order causes it to settle back into its original position.
After an earthquake, windstorm, flood, or whatever, the earth dishes out when she’s got an attitude. When Mama E attempts to lay entropy on these designs, it just continues to stand tall. As if the builders knew that the earth’s surface goes through violently destructive cycles. Cycles that take thousands and thousands of years of generations to occur. So how did they know? Think about it like this. The cookie cutter style we use, stacking identical blocks in a straight and predictable row, is easier, but more frail. With our constant cube like build patterns like brick, any friction from outside forces weak points to fracture long running cracks that split one stone and then pass the split to the weakest point of the next stone.
The fracture is contagious. It also slowly shifts and slides out of place due to the motion of earth’s surface. And filling the joints with mortar only helps temporarily. The reason we build like this is a reflection of our collected age. We are not old enough to remember the cataclysmic resets, so our building style requires yearly maintenance. This isn’t laziness on our end. It’s an unavoidable ignorance to the power of time. But this oldest layer, you can give it all you got, and it moves in sync with with the turmoil thrown at it. It dances harmoniously with its own destruction, patiently waiting it out, and then settles right back down where it was with no mortar and no new gaps.
We call it interlocking stonework. And to this day, we still have no idea how they shaped the stone to have this effect. When something is chiseled, we see marks left by the tools. These oldest megalithic works have no telltale signs to give up any secrets at all. As far as we can tell, these rocks used to be liquid. Now, mythology and cymatics might give us a hint to that, but just hold on a minute, we’ll get to that. Ages of time have not been kind to the top, Thus more recent in stonework. It’s falling apart, as expected.
But the older layers, unbelievably, still look new. Perhaps your grandpa was right when he would complain, saying they just don’t build them like they used to. Now, stone can be melted, of course, but this takes technology that was not available to our ancients, but was apparently available to their ancients. And that’s where we find another problem of logic. Whether looking at the moai on Easter island, the temples of Karnak, the walls of Peru, and a plethora of others, the stone Chosen to build with is the hardest type of stone. The top or surrounding layers, in imitation attempts to replicate the oldest ones are made of softer and more workable types of stone.
This is more than just showing off, because long after these newer top layers dissipate with age and disappear from the map completely, the older layer of stonework will remain to timelessly be rediscovered over and over again by future generations, long after even we have gone. The word magic has a lot of stigma attached to it, but right in front of our eyes, plain as day, that seems to be what we are looking at when visiting Baalbek in Lebanon. What you’ll see is ruins from the fall of the Roman Empire, something I’ve thought about at least six times today.
But like we mentioned before, these ancient Roman buildings are baby fresh compared to the forgotten craftsmanship it sits on. Like many ancient sites, Baalbek features what are called trilithons, hard granite blocks, cut silver, 62ft in length and 14ft tall. Look at them. Compared to people at 900 tons and more, they eliminate any suggestion of crane lifting. These don’t make any sense. They are not just the foundation, but were transported, lifted and shifted into place on top of lesser granite blocks. This would surely seem like showing off if it wasn’t. And for the fact that they weren’t even meant to be seen, they these aren’t decor.
These blocks are structural only. We can only imagine what kind of site was built on this stonework back when it was originally conceived, because when the Romans inherited it, they found it suitable to erect their Temple of Jupiter in its footprint only for the oldest stones to pop, purposely watch it decay over the years. The people responsible for this enormous feat are completely unknown to us. Romans kept tight records on all constructions that went on in their city. There is, of course, no mention of these trilithons, not so much as a shout out to even give us a hint.
In spite of this, historians, who are obviously not to be mistaken with engineers and architects, attribute this foundational level to the ancient Romans. Anyway, much like the Sphinx in Giza, the wind and water erosion patterns on these oldest stones show them to be thousands of years older than the Roman Empire. Anyway, historians, of course, are also not geologists, any more than they are engineers. Speaking of markings on the surface of the stone, we also see what are called striations. Unlike the marks seen on the Roman stones that show evidence of hammer and chisel, these trilithons have long parallel rows extending 10ft in the diagonal dimension of the stone surface.
Telltale signs of large scale cutting wheels that today are done with gigantic machines that the Romans didn’t have, but again, the people long before them did. And again, we’ll have to refrain from asking historians about these striations, as they are not architects, stonemasons, excavators and geologists any more than they are engineers. These striations are not unique to Baalbek, by the way. They are also global. 10 foot cutting wheel marks are also seen on massive stonework in Petra and Yangshan, the latter of which features a few megalithic stones that are even bigger than the ones we see in Baalbek.
And the riddles don’t end with size, quality and quantity. These pale in comparison to usefulness. We are so baffled by the immensity of these sites that we forget to talk about the genius of them. And when it comes to ingenuity, our ancients, ancients were again unparalleled even today. Let’s go for a swim. There are numerous ancient sites that feature functional hydraulic networks of flowing water. Reservoirs that utilize the natural mechanisms of pressure and gravity to create perpetually draining and refilling, often self cleaning pools and chambers dedicated to water systems that make our modern plumbing seem barbaric.
If you consider ours depends on electricity somewhere down the line, these ancient water systems still work by means of natural law. Again giving us the number one reason that we are not told about them. Hydrologic studies show that the water in the Osirian was drinkable. And after filtering it, Westerman started drinking the water. And after some time, something remarkable happened. He experienced an unexpected improvement in his eyesight. What is most pickling here is we either can’t figure out how they work or are simply not funded to do so. Because to figure out how they work, we would have to drain them.
And to drain them, we would have to know how they work. What a paradoxical mind. Because in one fascinating, if not downright amusing case, the attempt was made and they never got past phase one. And this happened in Egypt, you know, where it is currently a desert. Here’s what happened. There is a site called the Osirion, just one of these ancient hydraulic pools. A man named Westerman began pumping out the water at a rate of 500 gallons per minute. Should have been empty in no time and ready to explore and figure out. But that’s not what happened.
It turns out we can only see the very top layer of this water reservoir. The construction is deeper within the earth than we can penetrate. And impossibly, no matter how much water they pumped out, and for how long it kept an even water level. Begging the question, where was this water coming from? Giza is a desert. Now we have covered how the pyramids in Giza were built on natural aquifers. Ever since discovering this, speculations have haunted us as to what usage this provides. Such a monumentous machine. And I do mean machine. Nikola Tesla, you know, he based his free energy tower on this aquifer design.
So ancient tech. The Great Pyramid is a device. A device for what, though? We talked about that in this video right here. But you missed that one, didn’t you? Yeah, you sure did. Moving on. Just like our megaliths above, these pools were not made from sandstone like the newer layers built during dynastic times Egypt, but instead the heavier and harder granite. It was built to last and has no maintenance required. Also again, the water and wind erosion hints at a time frame long before the Egyptians built sandstone cities around it. This is a haunting theme. All the big famous sites that we consider ancient Rome, Greece, Egypt, Sumeria, Cholula, were all built on top of or around sites that were at the time ancient.
Even to them, built by a people completely lost to our knowing. What did they look and sound like? Were they high tech or were they just strong as hell? It must be one of those two options, unless reality is way weirder than we assume. Speaking of ancient utility, water makes sense for many differing purposes. But what about buildings with devices we don’t understand the purpose of, or perhaps not even able to comprehend the purpose of, of the Kaiora Hora shaft in modern day Russia was the last thing anyone expected to find built within a mountain. And I mean literally built in down the center of a natural mountain.
Shafts like the Great Pyramid in Giza and a strikingly similar design. First of all, this land is rugged and mountainous. Difficult to travel in the first, the first place. But someone, at some point in the distant past, cut that down the center to create perfectly parallel opposing walls that travel 130ft down. If that’s not weird enough, the shaft opens up at the bottom into a 118 foot deep cauldron, a chamber within the womb of this mountain. Your ears are not playing tricks on you. This mountain was hollowed out. Beyond that are more tunnels and shafts that have not been explored.
Because getting around this first part is hard enough. Begging the question, if walking this mountain is difficult, and exploring the shafts tunneled through it is even more difficult, how much damn effort did it take to actually create it? In construction, we build things from the outside, that is from the inside out. This Is the opposite of that. It was built within claustrophobically tight proximities, Just like the shafts within the Great Pyramid. This cavern was in no way built to house human beings, Leading us to assume that it had a utility purpose. Purpose. It did something. It did something important.
It wasn’t built for fun. There are many other anomalies with a purpose yet to dawn on us. Gigantic ancient tubs that are too big for people, Some of which would have been too big to actually bring into its enclosure, Suggesting that it was built there first, an indicator of great importance. These are found all over the world, as if everyone had the same idea all at once. Their mysterious nature is compounded by the fact that local people do not claim any historical connection to them. The stones used to create these jars are not native to Beta Valley.
It is hard to imagine a king bathing in a tub located in the middle of nowhere, Let alone requiring hundreds of such tubs scattered across a remote valley. Valley. Furthermore, the jars were once covered by heavy stone lids, Indicating they were not intended for bathing. These lids are so massive that moving them would be very challenging, Making the concept of their use as bathtubs even more unlikely. Scientists, on the other hand, believe they were used as tombs. There are also jars, the interior of which is separated in two by a ridge. Many of the stone lids had zoomorphic designs Featuring carvings of animals which do not match any of the local species Found in Sulawesi’s tropical tropical jungles.
Some jars have carvings of human like figures or faces. Some believe the jars were made with some kind of stone softening technology that allowed their builders to shape the jars like clay. To make these lines, the craftsmen use a machine that spins the clay jar. It looks like this is exactly how they were made. How did they turn hard granite into a soft material like clay? What kind of technology did they possess to be able to spin these gigantic stone jars that primitive people shouldn’t even be able to lift? Granular gold is found in high concentrations in the surrounding areas.
Take a look at the burn marks on this giant jar. It looks like some kind of melted metal, or maybe gold was flowing from it. Most of the jars are broken as this area was heavily bombed During a little known conflict called the secret war. The plane of jars was targeted by the United States Air Force. These heavy bombardments destroyed many of the stone jars in the region. Over 262 million cluster bombs were dropped there. 80 million bombs that did not explode Laying scattered around the area. Despite the ongoing efforts to rid the plain of jars of unexploded munitions.
Dozens of Laotians tragically perish each year due to accidental detonations. Now, we see these as tubs because of an important point of bias that has been brought up on this channel many times, and it needs to be brought up once again. When we see something that is completely alien to our conventional understanding, we paint it in our minds to be something similar to what we have. We stick it with the closest word that we have invented, and then calling it that further perpetuates its image in our mind as being that. That if you name it, you negate it.
So we call these things tubs, knowing damn well that these would not serve that purpose. Perhaps these had an alchemical purpose. We can only speculate. To be able to speculate correctly, we have to first rid ourselves of our preconceived notions when seeing something utterly new. Iron, ironically ancient. If the pyramids were devices of great power, then these two might have a similar backstory that science won’t have the narration on, but perhaps mythology does. So where did the ancients get this impossible craftsmanship and skill? Well, nothing exists without a story, and stories with age become mythology. Different cultures say different words, and.
And that is about where the differences end. Because when it comes to the stories of how we got knowledge in the first place, the names have changed, but the story remains the same. And that story, unanimously spoken across the entire globe, goes like. Our ancients were hunter gatherers, living as nomads, traveling with the winds and surviving the world the best they could. And then one day, a creature, person, or a small group of people turns up. Sometimes they came up from the sea, sometimes on a boat from across the sea. Sometimes they came up from the ground, and sometimes they are said to come out of the sky.
But in all cases, they arrived looking, dressing, and acting the same, yet totally alien to what the natives were accustomed to. For whatever reason, language barriers weren’t an issue, and they were able to cut to the chase. And the chase was the same thing we’ve been chasing for all of human history, knowledge, and know how. The invention of writing, rhetoric, shelter, agriculture, music, mathematics and geometry, philosophy, spirituality, clothing, science, and so much more is credited entirely by our ancient grandparents to the Promethean figures who came to them with lost ancient wisdom. This, of course, famously throws a wrench into our modern idea that human humanity slowly progressed over time, evolving ideas linearly.
The foundational perpetuation of culture in its entirety was handed down to us in the most esoteric fashion of passing the torch, making it seem like society as we know it today, popped up out of nowhere practically overnight to our modern anthropologists and architects texts. But holding a tight grip onto this axiom of slow human development is absolute hubris and ego. A failing attempt to maintain the image of having always been the top dog. It is a way for us to pretend we know what’s going on in the world. We don’t. But if we can step down from our self made pedestal for long enough to listen, we might be able to learn something new.
And truth is always stranger than fiction. So let’s meet some of our ancient professors. The Aztecs had Quetzalcoatl. It was said he came down to Earth as a feathered serpent. A man being depicted this way is most likely symbolic for his cunning, hence the serpent and freedom to travel, hence feathered. We’ve already talked about that kind of symbolism on previous episodes. And if it wasn’t symbolic, then he was a reptilian alien being from another planet. And ancient astronaut theorists agree. Right next door, the Inca had Viracocha, who was strikingly similar, except for he came up out of the deep waters of Lake Titicaca.
A body of water I don’t have a joke for, because it’s been overdone. Sorry about that. Hindu myth had Manu and his seven sages. It is hypothesized that these seven sages were also symbolic, representing powerful Kundalini sensors. Assuming that his DNA was fully engaged and running on all pistons, unlike ours, with our so called junk DNA being all limited electromagnetically due to the Yuga cycles of Earth. But that’s for another episode. And if I’m gonna say wild like that, perhaps I should stop making so many jokes about the ancient alien guys. I mean, in the end, we really don’t know.
Everyone is allowed fair game to speculate, but it’s when these guys spout off that their speculation is fact, making themselves out to be teachers, that I think a problem occurs. Always remember your what ifs. Babylonians and Sumerians shared oannes to teach them everything. He was a fish that came up from the Persian Gulf that Catholics still unknowingly worship to this day. But we covered him in extensive detail in our episode the Serious Problem Problem. And you did see that one, so hey, thanks. The Greeks had Prometheus, who seems to be a retelling of a lot of these ancient previous figures, but that’s Greek mythology for you.
Hence kind of why I call them Promethean figures in the first place. The Aboriginal Australians had Bunjil Also feathered and also imparting knowledge of his world onto a native culture to the Brazilians, who we are just now finding out, also had a deep and rich culture of megalithic temples that were previously hiding from us under the thick forest of the Amazon. They had a visitor just like the others that no one really knew about because we didn’t ask until the deforestation taking place exposed so much of the this ancient stonework. Side note on that I have heard so many people say that they wish they could have been an archaeologist or some kind of explorer as a dream job, but can’t now that we have found everything.
No, we have so not. We think that because again, our modern bias assumes that the newest people have the most, most information. We have only found the tip of the iceberg, or in the case of Gobekli Tepe, just the tip of the dick. We have only explored about 60% of our land mass, and that is not counting Antarctica. The oceans that are certainly hiding secrets. And of course, deep underground cities that once upon a time used to be, only less legend legends that come to be true, like the city of Troy and Sodom and other biblical cities and hopefully soon the great city that we will get to after, after a bit of this evidence.
But anyway, the Brazilian myth, they had the Daughter of the sun, who came across the Atlantic on a quote boat with no oars. And they didn’t mention a sale either either. She taught them all the things just like the figures listed above, but is unique in one very fascinating detail. She left open a telephone line for us to still be able to speak with her and her people. She gave us a portal to go through. I can hear the eyes rolling right now. This portal she gave the Amazonians was actually quite simple. She taught them to boil two very specific plants together for an allotted time to create a brew known to us today, as you guessed it, ayahuasca.
Is it a coincidence that when we partake in this hallucinogen today, we encounter beings and visuals that closely match the cultures of ancient times? Perhaps. Perhaps that is exactly what we are encountering. But I digress, because an episode on Terence McKenna is underway. Check back soon, babe. Now, Veracocha and the Daughter of the sun are only two who are said to have been able to melt stone with incredible heat. And the sites we find, the most abundant amount of those smooth, interlocking stone walls with no chisel marks, are the very sites that these particular Promethean figures are native to.
Whoa. So what are we looking at here? The fun and Friendly feathered serpent fish, people showing up when we need them the most. All at the same time to teach us how to live, to be what we are, are right now. But without all the. Whatever this is, you know, we’ve, we’ve come derailed a bit. All of these enigmatic figures represented hope and wisdom that was damn well needed to be passed down after an event that we will get to in a minute. But they also had other things in common. Their descriptions. When depicted in human form, they looked alike for the most part.
Chill. Something that, despite being verifiable, I hesitate to say on a public platform, but it has to be said so I’ll blame someone else for saying it first. Graham Hancock has been wrong about some of his claims, but unlike many truth seekers, he will admit the things that he got wrong in follow up books to clear it up. This is an important example to take up for anyone, by the way, but an observation of his stands out concerning these mysterious Promethean figures who all certainly must have come from somewhere. By now. Everyone knows that Graham was vehemently called racist by our beloved media and mainstream archaeologists.
Calling someone racist is of course a last ditch effort to ruin someone’s credibility. That is if you can ignore his wife’s complexion. But many people don’t know why they nearly got away with calling him racist in the first place. The reason is that unlike some archaeologists sitting behind a desk desk making assumptions about the worlds they dig up as best they’ve been taught, Graham takes a more in depth approach. There is a reason they call him the Indiana Jones of our time. Before the smear campaign exploded due to his Netflix special. He goes to these places and does the unheard of.
He talks to the locals. I know, crazy right? What would they know? They don’t have a degree from Harvard. How could they possibly know anything about the origins of themselves? Okay, that is a bit of harsh sarcasm, but I feel like I have to because talking to the local natives seems like the obvious thing to do to learn about them, is it not? Hell, the reason we even know about Gobekli Tepe is because one of the these researchers, Kloss, decided to mingle with the native locals like hey, y’all have anything ancient around here? And he probably assumed he would hear some tall tales.
But one of these tall tales happened to be from a damn farmer named Ismail who was like, yeah, I thought you’d never ask. There’s an ancient site like, like right over here. And bam. History as we know it was turned upside down forever. And then The World Economic Forum quickly swooped in to stop the excavations with no reasonable purpose but to prevent us from seeing the other 90% of the site, which still remains under the ground despite plenty of public interest, hence the funding to do so. Anyway, the best way to learn is by asking, and thus you shall receive.
All right, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah. Promethean figures and racism. Okay, we have to remember that the native locals and ancients all say that they didn’t build the impossible sites that we’re speaking of, despite historians pinning them with the build. But when Uncle Graham repeats what the locals have to say, he is called racist, because it is embedded deep within the mythic lore of oral tradition that the Promethean figures who taught us everything we know just didn’t look like them. Despite some slight differences in description, these bringers of wisdom were said to be tall, pale, and half orange hair.
Am I canceled? Now, we know that gingers exist, obviously, but our ancient ancestors did not. And it must have been quite a sight to see. Imagine today seeing someone who was purple and happened to be really good at math and fashion. So, as you’d imagine, this part, part of the mythology stuck. We might see now how Uncle Graham was so easily painted with this ill hue. It’s. It’s too easy, right? Well, if you ask me, is it not more racist to ignore what the native people have to say about their own origins? To dismiss them based on the notion of it just can’t be is the real crime here.
But. But I’ll digress on all that jazz, because before we fall down that slippery slope of me bitching about the upkeep of mainstream narratives with mocking axioms, defending a glass temple of tradition that, frankly, damn it, stems from a bandit of whatever it does to keep up with the. Okay, so anyway, an elite group of enigmatic people, including women, showed up all over the world, all around the same time, all with the same message, and many of which looked alike. How did this happen and why? Well, the reason they showed up seems to be because they were violently displaced.
They often said that they lost their homes due to a catastrophic event, an event that, to the dismay of textbook tabletop scholars, can now be verified by modern geologists. We all know by now that the Great Flood was a literal happening that was used as a template for allegory. Ever since. This is an important, important point to be made. We always assume that mythology is told in the form of allegory as a tool to pass teachings from one generation to the next. We think that because that’s exactly what it is, no doubt about it. But that’s only half the story.
You see, allegory doesn’t pop up out of nowhere any more than anything else. The hermetic law of cause and effect, just like all seven hermetic laws apply to all things, tangible or not. Mythology is no different. We teach moral lessons of spiritual compass through mythic allegory. But every single one of them must have a seed rooted in a real objective happening to exist in the first place. It then can go on to be applied to various situations of the human condition as a template to make sense of the world. The oldest one in the book, the Garden of Eden, can be applied to the failings of temptation, the nature of curiosity, the raising of the kundalini, ancient alien hypothesis, genetic mutation, gnostic seeds of jealousy, romantic adultery, and so on and on and on.
None of them are wrong, because it is a story, a tool, a way of expressing a new idea through a familiar notion. Works like a charm, of course, but also, of course, we have long lost the original literal happening that gave birth to this ever changing game of telephone. So basically, the story of Noah’s Ark may very well be an allegory to illustrate that that righteous living and equanimity keeps our heads afloat in a world flooded with drama and turmoil, and that our animalistic nature is not to be ignored, but shepherded to accompany us in this journey of staying calm in the face of adversity.
I go into that more in this video, another one you missed, by the way. You might have your own interpretation of the legend and it is just as meaningful to you, therefore just as correct. There is never any reason for people to fight over these interpretations of allegory. In doing so, we miss the point. And therein lies the point. The allegory of Noah’s Ark works and was certainly inspired by an actual literal event known as as the Great Flood and today known as the Younger Dryas cataclysm. Every culture on earth has a global flood myth. That’s why it’s global, babe.
Thanks to modern geology, we now have a date of about 12,800 years ago, an event that changed everything in just one day. The exact cause is still open for debate. Graham says it’s a comet. Robert Schock says it was a solar flare. The esoteric traditions say it was hubris and a human desire for power. And, well, we’ll come back to that. But in any case, the Ice Age came to a screeching halt when all the ice melted. All at once causing gigantic tsunamis to engulf the coasts. And the highlands got got lit up as well. A cosmic chain reaction from hell.
Blazing infernos, grinding ice sheets, landslides, bulldozing anything and everything. Lightning the likes of which we can’t even imagine. Volcanoes waking up from all the ruckus. Evaporation of moisture in the air, the atmosphere eviscerated. Asphyxiation, if not anomaly annihilation. Sharks flying around in tornadoes that are somehow still hungry despite being airborne. And most devastating, what the natives got on the east coast of the Westlands, a wall of water impacting at the speed of a commercial jet like concrete, pulverizing everything in its wake into mulch and carving into the land like a chance cheese grater, ripping apart everything we hold dear and burying it under a malignant weighted blanket of mud to never be found again.
There was no escape. Even gigantic beasts like woolly mammoths can be found dead and frozen with a mouthful of grub because they instantly died mid chew. That’s almost as bad as dying mid yoink. The Younger Dryas catastrophe happened quick. So there is no coincidence that when Solon told Plato about the water swallowing an entire landmass hole, he described it as happening in one violent day and night. Geomorphic information that was impossible for the Greeks to have. Period. Not to mention that his date of of 9,000 years before him matches our date of 12,800 years before us.
And just as synchronistically, it matches global mythologies as well. Come on, let’s take a little tour back to Sumeria. The Epic of Gilgamesh depicts a flood sent by the gods to destroy humanity for not refilling the Brita filter before putting it back in the fridge. The hero figure called Utnapishtim was warned by E about it it and instructed to build a boat to save his fam. It goes without saying that our previously mentioned Abrahamic story was an allegory based on this happening. On that same page we have an identical story presented by Hindu myth. Vedic tradition describes a sage named Manu who was warned about the coming deluge by yet another fish like creature.
This one being the incarnation of the power powerful Hindu God Vishnu. You know, Vishnu’s incarnation as a fish was named Matsya. Matsya. I think it goes without saying that they missed a prime time opportunity to call him Fish New and then join the Marvel Universe to save Cumberbatch from selling out so hard. Fish New. Okay, okay, all right. Let’s, let’s, let’s, let’s reel it in. Here. All right, fish, new incarnation. That all right. This hero, Manu, built a boat as he was told and brought with him seven sages. You all remember the seven sages thing above, right? Yeah, you got it.
Greek myth, we have Zeus sending the flood because again, people suck. And again, Greek. So a story most likely adopted in Norse myth, Ragnarok, or the end of the world, involves a great flood where the survivors would be gods that travel the world to restart civilizations. The Chinese version of the myth is a bit unique because it involves a hero named Yu who uses his incredible ingenuity and skill to dig canals that redirect the flood water waters and was able to actually manage this disaster without running or building a boat. Pretty dang cool. Not a lot of people can keep their cool like this.
And this one seems like a literal story, like a guy named Dave who drives a Toyota Tacoma. A Dave you can count on. You can always trust a good old reliable Dave. He went to trade school, you know. We have these in the Americas as well. Not just Dave’s, but the Hopi endured a great flood sent by the God Tawa to get rid of wickedness. And I mean, dude, exact same story as across the opposite ocean. There was no Internet. These people didn’t trade stories and fables. This event happened everywhere. Now, what makes the Hopi myth unique is the ants people that came from underground through the tunnels and cave systems.
This of course, has led to speculation of the ants people being the grays that were human at one point, but ended up losing pigments in their skin and developing large black eyes. After generations of living underground without sunlight, this anatomically checks out by. But I suppose let’s, let’s keep it reeled in for now. You are such a good boy. Are you a good boy? The Australian aboriginals repeat the same, except they claim that the rivers, streams and lakes did not exist until this great flood sent by the. They claimed that the rivers, streams and lakes did not exist until this great flood sent by a great rainbow sky serpent.
Now, perhaps this claim is unique due to the differences in topography of the land, but I don’t know. Ask a geologist. I’m just an ex alcoholic with a camera. Polynesian myth, Rata survives a great flood by climbing an ancient tree. This tree, tree must have been tall, as if this is one of the ones closer to being literal and not an allegory. I mean, like what trees used to exist that would have been as tall as mountains, because it doesn’t say that he climbed a mountain to get to this tree. Perhaps this tree is symbolic for Kundalini.
Like we see a lot with tree symbology, but that doesn’t really fit the concept context of this, does it? So I don’t know. Hit me up in the comments. I’m always willing to learn more about this stuff. We can’t leave out our community’s favorite, the Dogon. They say that the Nomos sent the flood because humanity forgot to live harmoniously with nature. Damn. I kind of feel like we might be due for another great flood. And there seems to be plenty of agua coming from that damn granite pool in Egypt we just talked about. Maybe if Westerman would have kept pumping we could have us a fresh bath too.
Who would restart society though? Keanu? Eric? Andre? Remember kids, you can’t spell American Dream without Eric Andre Andean Myth we have the Inca saying that the God Veracocha sent a wall of water to wash out the wicked and also was the one to travel out and teach native cultures the ways of his society. That seems like a mix up for sure if the great Flood was a natural occurrence, but if it was hypothetically, say accidentally created by an advanced peoples who lost control of their power over nature, then it kinda checks out in a super creepy way.
But we will be talking about that in next week’s video. Let’s keep it reeled in for now. This video is already like 45 damn minutes long. In Tongan mythology, gods are upset with humans. Flood is sent, yada yada. But this time the ones coming to teach the natives were described as supernatural beings like that of gods. And on that I am more prone to think that these beings were people with technology rather than being anatomically supernatural. Even today if we show our smartphones to uncontacted tribes, they will see it as magic, but however, those tribes never see the people holding the phone as gods though.
But I mean if you saw Sean come to your jungle hut in a man bun doing magic tricks tricks, you wouldn’t consider him a God either. Here’s a fun one I think. Less mentioned is Eskimos Siberian myth tells us the same story, but with their own twist. The flood sending gods are angered by their transgressions against the gods themselves rather than violence, corruption, sodomy and forgetting their place in nature. But like we saw in our episode Esoteriception, the gods seem to be upset when humans ignore them, them therefore becoming too noisy. On that same note, the Mayan myth states that the flood was sent because humanity also failed to honor the gods.
Like we learned in Glitch in the halo, gods seem to be upset when humans don’t constantly look up to them, as if they need us to envision them so that they can keep existing. Almost like. Like a particle that doesn’t exist outside of a wave of possible outcomes, a superposition until there is a conscious observer. Quantum physics for you, but possibly like the creator and the created building each other. Okay, so you have already guessed that this list could go go on and on. But alas, it’s the same story everywhere. So let’s not spin our wheels.
Something happened quick and all at once, seemingly on purpose. Even the graph showing the younger Dryas looks just hauntingly unnatural. It happened rapidly. Straight up guerrilla warfare on a celestial scale. But for all of these behemoth creatures like mammoths to meet their demise so quickly, while humans were able to squeeze through, shows a clear picture of not just perseverance, but obvious foresight. Whatever it is that happened, people, that is people ancient to our ancients, saw it coming and knew what to do. Something that is unthinkable to us even today. We have mentioned on previous videos that if something like this happened again, we would be blind to it.
So the survivors from long, long ago must have not only been advanced in survival and prediction, but in a way completely different and alien to us. Or they were one warned, but. But who are these, These figures that warned them? Oh, where did they, where did they come from? These differences between us and the ancients shouldn’t be a surprise. By now we are astounded by their stonework and find it impossible. Perhaps they would see our Internet technologies just the same way. We used speakers for sound, they used natural acoustics. We use screens for visuals, they used hallucinogens.
It’s more fun. We communicate by telephone. They communicated by another means. That has yet to dawn on us. But perhaps plasma, gold and crystals, the way that we do on our phones. We can only speculate. But one thing is for sure. Their technology was not like ours and seemed seems to have been one with nature. Instead of extracting plastics, carbon and combustion and all the various ways we exploit the Earth, they seem to have done things the easier way. Walking with the grain of nature instead of against it. Like, dare I say, a spiritual technology. Nevertheless, without all the pollution and carbon emissions, we are left with no evidence of how their technology worked.
All we have is the result. And the stonework left behind tells the tale on its own, making the phrase judge them by their fruits, as important as ever before. But I’ll digress here as well, because there is an episode on this channel called Cosmic Communion that describes what we know so far about the ancient use of acoustics and electric electromagnetism to harness a clean and efficient form of living tech. So I don’t know if. Can you, can you click this? You. Can you click on the little thingy right there? No? Ah, I’ll figure it out. Side note on that.
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All you gotta do is click on the channel’s picture to get to the home page and then find the playlist called All Documentaries. And you might be surprised as to how many videos kind of get lost in the algo. But anywho, back to the video. Let’s. Let’s wrap this up with a cheesy and deep meaning meaningful home stretch, huh? The dots are practical, practically touching, and we still can’t seem to connect them. This is surely more of a refusal to do so than it is a lack of capacity. But when the attempt to connect these puzzle pieces are left only to people on the fringe of speculation because of the refusal of historians to come out and play, so called conspiracy theories run rampant.
Now that is of course the wrong word to capture the speculations put forth concerning the details in this episode. But that has unfortunately become the word society now uses for any wild theorizing. When the historians whose names are proudly stamped on our school books ignore new information to keep their own reputations pristine, pockets lined, and of course status in society as the knowing ones, it gives the impression that they are hiding something bigger. Hence that word conspiracy rears its unnecessary head and we end up running around wild about aliens, giants, subterranean super beings, interdimensional spirits and plasma people.
People moving giant stones with sound waves and magnets not denoting any of those, by the way. Some of those might be hitting the nail on the head and I love that, but it’s a damn tsunami of theorizing a wall of speculation that becomes impossible to climb. I could be wrong about this next bit, and I hope I’m not for our sake, but I am a bit of an optimist about the potential of humanity. I don’t think the gatekeepers of this riddle are hiding the answers behind closed doors to keep us from learning the real truth. I think they are hiding themselves from the answers because I think they don’t know either.
And that is our problem. Admitting they don’t know, admitting we don’t know. They are paid to know and they are famed to know. And a public teacher’s worst fear is to be found not knowing why. Well, it is the same reason that if you need your car fixed and the mechanic was to admit that he doesn’t know much about the new electric cars, you would surely take your cybermobile to a different mechanic and he would lose business in this way. To keep that mechanic in business, we would have to give him a chance on our vehicle, hoping that he is experienced or wise enough to adapt to change.
Then he would be a lot more open to admit what he doesn’t know about instead of playing ignorant to it. And in that way, weird as it sounds, it might be up to us, the people demanding answers, to embrace the mainstream historians and archaeologists as as welcome to come hang out instead of all this debating and passing the so called burden of proof back and forth. In a way, of course they are going to shy away and choose ignorance to this new data. They think that we are going to verbally attack them and yell about them the moment that they’re found to be outdated.
Now I know, I know. When it comes to the quickly growing theory of Atlantis, they began the attacks first. Well, most of them, some of them have been really very cool indeed. But when they throw that first stone instead of throwing it back even harder in celebration of the the frailty of their glass house. What if we caught the stone and held onto it? Realizing their house is glass is to understand that they currently own the real estate that it’s built on. They are the authorities on the subject because we the people gave that to them.
The reason we have to have the data to speculate the existence of Atlantis or whatever else is built upon their data. Just like we see the ancient sites built on top of even more ancient sites. The more we dump attacks onto that data, the more we bury the original truth. What if instead of throwing these new points of view in their face while casting the burden of proof back at them, we maybe thank them for their work? Not just to butter their ego enough to join us, but because it is true that we use their work to find our own conclusions.
We have to admit that it can’t be ignored that in the esoteric community we reach our conclusions by combining the mythology served to us by anthropologists and historians with the hard excavations of archaeologists. We then blend their findings with the knowledge of engineers and architects and the hypotheses of theoretical physicists and biologists to all further create our own full picture of the world we live in. Each one of those trades is enormously stubborn on its own and also just as enormously valuable. To the esoteric. The key is to admit that we don’t know. So maybe we should be the first to do it.
Lead by example. Because when we zoom out to see the bigger picture, we are all students sitting in the same classroom trading at answers. And the only teachers we have are no longer alive. Our only teachers are the fragmented and often lost remnants of the past. They can’t give us the answers that they had because they’re not only dead, but they have been washed clean off the surface of the earth by a gigantic wall of of water. But the water remembers everything that we don’t. We are left with damage and destruction, myth and oral tradition and the biology psychology within all of us.
The stars and planets in the heavens remain untouched by this chaos. Even more than the walls of stone that survived a world wiping wall of water. If we admit to not knowing enough to work together without pride and excess ego, all of the above will become a new kind of wall. A wall of information, a tsunami of knowledge. A thousand ancient voices sounding off simultaneously telling us not to make the same mistakes and to inspire our wall of potential. Within the womb I carry monkeys on my back and I roam the straits and bring home a gift of baby I’ve made my hope deep in her galaxy now she sheds her tears but it’s with I am down here now Once upon a time my soul died and I still don’t know why and I don’t know how now, now I live underground I’ve bought a thousand miles of earth and for angels rest upon its dirt I wear that dirt now on my sleeve A mockery for all to see I dug a hole six feet straight down I am down here now Once upon a time my soul died and I still don’t know why and I don’t know how with my dick in the dirt I can’t get up I was bound down in hell I still don’t know how and I don’t know why was I born just to die? I shed my wings making the dark.
My stomach. My mind’s always burning My heart always hurts Taking the turn My stomach sh. My bites always burning My heart always has. Oh damn. I forgot to mention Sagiria. This badass thing right here. There’s. There’s no steps leading up to it. How’d they get up there? The myth says it was built by sky people and also has one of those self regulating pools that we talked about earlier, so. I don’t know. Weird.
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