donderdag 31 oktober 2013
HET DENKEN IS GEVAARLIJK
De politieke denker Hannah Arendt bestempelt het denken als een activiteit die intrinsiek gevaarlijk is. Het feit dat de uitkomst niet bij voorbaat vaststaat, maakt het risicovol.
Risicovol voor de maatschappelijke status quo bijvoorbeeld. De bibliografie 'Verboden boeken in de Republiek der Vereenigde Nederlanden' van W.P.C. Knuttel, theoloog en historicus, geeft een overzicht van alle lectuur, die in de Republiek verboden was. Voltaire werd bijvoorbeeld in de ban gedaan van wege zijn 'vele ergerlijke en aenstootelijke passagien'.
Anderzijds was de intellectuele atmosfeer in de Nederlanden een verademing in vergelijking met de ons omringende landen. Spinoza verbleef graag in Nederland. Descartes reisde enige tijd door ons land. Hij verbleef twee maanden in Franeker, als gast van de Universiteit aldaar. Descartes verveelde zich daar echter stierlijk. De kersverse universiteit van Leiden nodigde de, door de Inquisitie vervolgde, wetenschapper Galileo Galilei uit om in ons land hoogleraar te worden.
bron: Scheurkalender Filosofie
De politieke denker Hannah Arendt bestempelt het denken als een activiteit die intrinsiek gevaarlijk is. Het feit dat de uitkomst niet bij voorbaat vaststaat, maakt het risicovol.
Risicovol voor de maatschappelijke status quo bijvoorbeeld. De bibliografie 'Verboden boeken in de Republiek der Vereenigde Nederlanden' van W.P.C. Knuttel, theoloog en historicus, geeft een overzicht van alle lectuur, die in de Republiek verboden was. Voltaire werd bijvoorbeeld in de ban gedaan van wege zijn 'vele ergerlijke en aenstootelijke passagien'.
Anderzijds was de intellectuele atmosfeer in de Nederlanden een verademing in vergelijking met de ons omringende landen. Spinoza verbleef graag in Nederland. Descartes reisde enige tijd door ons land. Hij verbleef twee maanden in Franeker, als gast van de Universiteit aldaar. Descartes verveelde zich daar echter stierlijk. De kersverse universiteit van Leiden nodigde de, door de Inquisitie vervolgde, wetenschapper Galileo Galilei uit om in ons land hoogleraar te worden.
Hannah Arendt
bron: Scheurkalender Filosofie
SiTU MEMO 38
The code-name for Hitler's invasion of Russia was “Operation Barbarossa”. Barbarossa (Redbeard)was an important and victorious German king, who contributed to the expansion to the east, of the “Holy Roman Empire”. An area Hitler had to reconquer, like Poland, before he would surpass this medieval Empire. You may think, that they picked the right name for the big leap east. But there is more. Barbarossa has become part of a legend, which reminds me of the legendary King Arthur. Like Arthur, the Germans believed, that Barbarossa was not dead and would return, with his army, to fight and win the decisive final battle for Germany's European supremacy.
The leading Nazis were way up into the occult. They believed to be the decendants of the Aryan masterrace, which originated in Atlantis. In Vienna the “spear of Longines”, the Roman soldier, who punctured Jesus at the cross, was kept but immediately after the annexation the holy relic was transported to Berlin. Why? The owner of the spear, would be invincable in battle. Well, Barbarossa didn't appear and the “Spear of Destiny” is back in Vienna.
The program outlines how the racialist theories of the SS were drawn from archaeology, myth and legend, as well as selected history. Nazi ideas about "Aryans" and the "master race" came out of historical and ethnic fantasies in which legends such as the Holy Grail and the lost city of Atlantis — supposed to be a home of the Aryan race — played their part.
woensdag 30 oktober 2013
ISAAC NEWTON WAS AN ALCHEMIST, LIKE MOST OF THE "SCIENTISTS" OF HIS TIME. TILL HIS DEATH HE BURNED, MELTED AND INHALED ALL KIND OF VAPORS. THIS MUST HAVE HAD AN EFFECT ON HIS MIND. HE DIED OF MERCURY POISONING. NEWTON HAD SEVERAL SIDES. HE EVEN COULD CONDEMN FORGERERS TO DEATH. WITCH IS WHAT HE DID. YOU KNEW THAT EINSTEIN WORKED FOR THE US MILITARY? dM, SiTU
dinsdag 29 oktober 2013
For the entire period of the Cold War, a large proportion of the Soviet Union's economy and massive scientific establishment was dedicated to the development and refinement of new and better weapons. During the 50s and 60s, the Soviet government's paranoia about Western technical superiority was at its height.
SiTU - HISTORY IS STARTING TO REPEAT ITSELF
Hoovers Macht nährte sich aus den Informationen, die er hatte. Er kannte alle kleinen Geheimnisse und schmutzigen Geschichten des politischen Washingtons, sowie der Glamourwelt Hollywoods. Unermüdlich und akribisch stellte er daraus seine geheimen Dossiers zusammen. Er benutzte sein Wissen selten, aber er ließ die Betroffenen gerne wissen, dass er wusste... Die detailreiche Dokumentation der kanadischen Filmemacher lässt den Zuschauer teilhaben an der rasanten Karriere Hoovers vom kleinen Boten in der Kongressbibliothek bis zum Strippenzieher ganz, ganz oben. Sie erzählt von schmutzigen politischen Machenschaften, heißen Affären, vom Mythos der G-men, den Spezialagenten des FBI, die für ihn unermüdlich im Einsatz waren. Hoover galt lange als der Held und große Beschützer der USA. Erst nach seinem Tod erfuhr die amerikanische Öffentlichkeit von den oft schamlosen Eingriffen in die Privatsphäre, durch die Hoover an seine Informationen gekommen war. Der Ruf des FBI war stark beschädigt. Und es dauerte lange, bis das Federal Bureau sich davon wieder erholte. Heute, in Zeiten starker Bedrohung durch internationalen Terrorismus, so dokumentiert der Film, gibt es jedoch wieder Menschen in den USA, die ernsthaft die Frage stellen, ob ein starker Mann wie Hoover nicht auch heute gut wäre für das Land.
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HISTORY
OF THE END OF THE WORLD: 4
The
Master opened the deck of cards, as if he was greeting old friends.
The cards seemed to come to life, to radiate energy. This sensation
lasted only a couple of secnds. Laura's host closed the deck again
and laid them in front of him. She felt, that this was a special
moment. The man in front of him seemed to be meditating and slid in
a kind of trance. But it was also special for her. The cards have
been in her possession quite some time and she felt an urge to learn
more about them. Bringing them to this place and, seemingly to the
rightful owner, had tied her destiny to these mysterious objects.
“They
were thought to be lost, but nothing is lost forever.”
It
was El, who had spoken. Some way, she had entered the room, without
her noticing it. She bowed towards the Master and made the same sigh
as her sister, by touching her rightshoulder. He nodded. “Sit down,
I have important information for both of you. When I am through, you
both will know more about the battle you have become part of.”
SiTU
MEMO 37
Reincarnation
is an aspect of a cycle and due to this fact it differs. In aeons of
peace and harmony, retreat and reincarnation are no problem. That
changes during times of war, famine and destruction. The
reincarnationmodules on the moon start to get overheated and mistakes
are made. But this happens all within cycles. At this moment we are
nearing the End of the Kali-yuga and a Golden Age will be opened.
Better to speak of a Goden Cage, ruled by the Kalki-Maitreya, ready
to appear and manifest himself in 2014 - 2016.
Our society has lost sight on cycles, other dimensions and former and future forms of existence. It is two-dimensional and it's only function is confusion and distraction. It keeps human beings from developing their posiibilities and talents. Telepathy, teleportation and precognition are still faught over as human attributes. At the same the military, police and intelligence all over the world have their own psi-cops and brainpolice.
Everything connects to everything, this happens in cycles. If you ignote the cycles, disaster follows; if you go with the flow, you will have an easy ride. The Mayans, among others, understood cycles. When you lived a full 52-year cycle, you became an Elder and adviser to the young. They calculated cycles, lasting millions of years! All wit the help of Atlantis of course.
All cycles differ, but they all have one thing in common. They come to an end. A new cycle will start. In the tribulation during a 7 year transition periode wars will break out, foodshortages, economic collapse and so on. At the same time the cosmic wheel of reincarnation will come to a stand-still, before it will slide back- or forwards. But gods, goddesses, angels or demons do exist and they are part of the new cycle too and they long for a fresh, young body and positions of power.
Our society has lost sight on cycles, other dimensions and former and future forms of existence. It is two-dimensional and it's only function is confusion and distraction. It keeps human beings from developing their posiibilities and talents. Telepathy, teleportation and precognition are still faught over as human attributes. At the same the military, police and intelligence all over the world have their own psi-cops and brainpolice.
Everything connects to everything, this happens in cycles. If you ignote the cycles, disaster follows; if you go with the flow, you will have an easy ride. The Mayans, among others, understood cycles. When you lived a full 52-year cycle, you became an Elder and adviser to the young. They calculated cycles, lasting millions of years! All wit the help of Atlantis of course.
All cycles differ, but they all have one thing in common. They come to an end. A new cycle will start. In the tribulation during a 7 year transition periode wars will break out, foodshortages, economic collapse and so on. At the same time the cosmic wheel of reincarnation will come to a stand-still, before it will slide back- or forwards. But gods, goddesses, angels or demons do exist and they are part of the new cycle too and they long for a fresh, young body and positions of power.
DE DROMENBOOM
MIDDEN
IN HET TOVERBOS,
DAAR
STAAT EEN DROMENBOOM.
ALS
KIND GING IK ER VAAK NAAR TOE
EN
VROEG DAN OM EEN DROOM.
MEESTAL
WILDE IK EEN COWBOY ZIJN,
SOMS
EEN WOESTE INDIAAN.
DAN
WEER BEREED IK EEN OLIFANT
OF
EEN KAMEEL IN DE WOESTIJN.
IK
DRUKTE MIJN VOORHOOFD TEGEN DE STAM.
KEEK
SPIEDEND HEEN EN WEER.
FLUISTEREND
VERTELDE IK MIJN WENS
EN
VOOR DE ZEKERHEID NOG EEN KEER.
DAN
PLOFTE IK IN HET LANGE GRAS
EN
WACHTTE TOT DE DROOM ER WAS.
WANT
DOOR DE GLINSTERING VAN DE ZON,
HET
GERUIS VAN BLAD EN STROOM,
GLEED
IK IN EEN DIEPE SLAAP
EN
STAPTE IN MIJN DROOM.
MIJN
LASSO OM EEN STIERENNEK.
DE
TEUGELS VAN MIJN PAARD.
IK
AT BONEN MET VEEL SPEK.
BESTELDE
WHISKY BIJ DE WAARD.
DE
ZON BRANDDE OP MIJN COWBOY-HOED.
IK
DROEG WEL DRIE PISTOLEN!
KEEK
EEN BOEF ME STRAKS DREIGEND AAN.
HET
ZOU HEM SLECHT BEKOMEN.
MAAR
HELAAS WERD IK MEESTAL WREED GEWEKT.
MIJN
MOEDER RIEP MIJN NAAM.
ZE
ZEI
"HET
IS AL VEEL TE LAAT,
TIJD
OM NAAR HUIS TE GAAN."
EPILOOG
DIT
VOORJAAR BRACHT ME EEN BERICHT.
DE
BOOM WERD VAN OVERLAST BETICHT.
DE
DROMENBOOM, AL EEUWEN OUD,
STOND
DE VOORUITGANG IN DE WEG.
PROFESSIONEEL EN
ZONDER ONNODIG GEWELD
IS
DINSDAG VROEG DE BOOM GEVELD.
WAT
NIET IN DE KACHEL KON,
LIGT
VERSNIPPERD OP HET PAD.
MAAR
DIT IS BELANGRIJK OM TE WETEN,
HET
NIEUWE ASFALT ZAL VOORTAAN
KASTANJELAAN
GAAN HETEN.
SiTU Basics:
the OM-principle
Nothing Hindu or Buddhist about this topic but a simple tool to study and explore your world AND make progress!
OM means: The opposite is true. Turn it around and approach the topic that way.
E = not Mc2, means that there are no limits and the stars are within reach. OM makes it much more exiting and fruitful.
Approch the following documentary (about the paranormal, the afterlife and communication with other dimensions; level 2)
The Afterlife Investigations - Movie Feature - The Scole Experiment [Video] with some OM-questions in mind. I suggest:
The Afterlife Investigations - Movie Feature - The Scole Experiment [Video] with some OM-questions in mind. I suggest:
Death is an illusion.
Dogma means death.
Jian, tcm, SiTU
maandag 28 oktober 2013
SiTU MEMO 36
It's easy to talk about manipulation as a tool of the Elite, but how can you recognise it, use the techniques and increase your personal power and capabilities. Well this how it works in a practical situation. I was walking home after a football-match, when I ran into a riot. A confrontation between two supportergroups. There was violence in the air and suddenly the police attacked the local hooligans. About hundred robocops armed with sticks and tasers ran at us. Before I could get away an police-officer of the kanine-unit stood in front of me. I could not see a face, because of the helmet and his dog barked agressively and jumped to get at me. At that moment training and factual experience pays out. I always have had dogs and at this moment two of them lay asleep at my feet. I love them and I know them well. Immediately I kneeled and stretched out my hand. I presented myself as the “Great Alfa-male” from the sky. The dog sat down and stopped barking. If I would have known him longer, he would, at my signal, have attacked his “boss”. Instead I felt the ring of power and peace around me.
What you can do to a dog with some programming, you also can do to individuals, groups and whole states. During World War I it took some time, before the United States intervened in the European War. Most of the Americans wanted to stay neutral. To change this, the American government hired public-relation compagnies, who produced all kinds of films, newspapers, magazins which “informed” the Americans about the Huns, who would attack the USA, after they had defeated France and England. The German army was sketched as a flood of barbarians, who enjoyed themselves in killing babies and raping women. The strategy worked after a the sinking of an Oceanliner by a German submarine. Before departure the Germans warned travellers, not take passage. According to the Germans, the ship transported military goods. They were right, but the military establishment underestimated the American drive to go to war.
The American troups broke the stale-mate and forced this war to an end. The German “Kaiser” fled to the Netherlands, the Romanovs were killed, Austria and Hungary became seperate republics and the Ottoman Empire was dismantled. At the same moment Germany, France, Russia, England and the USA were planning the next War.
A LADY DIED
DAAR STAAN ZE DAN, DE HOGE HEREN
DAAR STAAN ZE DAN, DE HOGE HEREN
HANDEN WRIJVEND ROND HAAR GRAF.
MET VROME KOPPEN, VETTE LIJVEN
NEMEN ZE AFSCHEID VAN HAAR LACH.
HAAR GEUNIFORMEERDE KINDEREN
LEGGEN BLOEMEN OP DE BAAR.
HUN VADER GLIMLACHT BIJ DIT GEBEUREN.
HET GEZIN IS, TIJDELIJK, WEER BIJ ELKAAR.
ALLES DAT HAAR HAD MOETEN BESCHERMEN,
LOOPT STRAK, VOLGENS PROTOCOL EN IN DE PAS.
VERSTOTEN UIT HET HOF DER HOVEN,
OM WAT ZE WIST EN WAT ZE WAS.
SiTU MEMO 35
Words can change meaning in a relative short period of time.
The term “blockbuster” was the name given to a bomb, big enough to destroy several houses. In the second half of WW2, Germany was bombed with these monsters day and night.
Slowly the memories of this disastrous episode faded. “Blockbuster” has a different meaning now. It”s a very big hit, the world wide impact of a book, a song or a musical. When a 20-year old would read: “It's raining blockbusters on Berlin”, he would probably think of a big cultural manifestation.
Sometimes old names stick. Still called the department of Defense, they actually run an attack machine, with global tasks. Some changes make you think. For almost 200 years my home-land had a department of Justice. In this epoque it is part of the department of Safety and Justice. Makes you think. I honour the Dalai Lama by writing his names with capital letters. Lately the journal “Trouw” prints “dalai lama”. Chinese influence (money)? It's in the numbers too. Barack Obama's Illinois Zip-code is: 60606.
zondag 27 oktober 2013
HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD: 2
The railway station was build 150 years ago outside the old city. They passed several waterways and walked through scarcely lit alleys. If Laura had been alone, she would have stopped to inhale this mysterious atmosphere. But the woman in black went on, without saying anything. Suddenly the scenery completely changed and she looked at was a huge harbour, filled with classical and traditional ships. Though she saw no people. she heard the noices of people handling merchandise and preparing the ship for departure.
"We are almost there.", the woman in black said, while walking along. They walked across a bridge to the other side of the harbour, which was surrounded by late-medieval merchanthouses. In those days people showed off and most of the warehouses, hotels , restaurants and private building were beautifully decorated and plastered. Even in the dark the atmosphere was full of expectation for the day to come.
The road lead downward and they left the harbour behind her. Gone were the majestic buildings, she had admired just before. After a few minutes her guide went to the left and disappeared into a dark entrance. Laura followed her and entered a kind of plaza. Though scarcely lit she saw the trees, the beautiful garden, surrounded by table and empty chairs. It looked and smelled like some kind of restaurant.
They went upstairs, where she saw a row of appartments. A bit like a motel, but here you saw plants, beautiful paintings and lit sculptures. "I hope you don't mind.", her companion said, pointing a the number above the door. Laura smiled. "13 is my lucky number." "You can stay here for the night. Try to get some sleep. We will talk in the morning."
Suddenly Laura felt tired and she nodded. "Thanks for helping me." The woman opened the door to let her in. "Like I said, you were expected."
"We are almost there.", the woman in black said, while walking along. They walked across a bridge to the other side of the harbour, which was surrounded by late-medieval merchanthouses. In those days people showed off and most of the warehouses, hotels , restaurants and private building were beautifully decorated and plastered. Even in the dark the atmosphere was full of expectation for the day to come.
The road lead downward and they left the harbour behind her. Gone were the majestic buildings, she had admired just before. After a few minutes her guide went to the left and disappeared into a dark entrance. Laura followed her and entered a kind of plaza. Though scarcely lit she saw the trees, the beautiful garden, surrounded by table and empty chairs. It looked and smelled like some kind of restaurant.
They went upstairs, where she saw a row of appartments. A bit like a motel, but here you saw plants, beautiful paintings and lit sculptures. "I hope you don't mind.", her companion said, pointing a the number above the door. Laura smiled. "13 is my lucky number." "You can stay here for the night. Try to get some sleep. We will talk in the morning."
Suddenly Laura felt tired and she nodded. "Thanks for helping me." The woman opened the door to let her in. "Like I said, you were expected."
SOMEthing to THINK about
by Jian, tcm, SiTU
Oil- and gascompanies, mining corporations and major governments are cheering global warming.
The melting of the sea-ice and the glaciers makes exploration and exploiting of gas, oil and minerals, like uranium, in the Arctic possible.
Like the rising “fracking mania” and the destruction of large areas of Canada for a little oil and leaving behind, for future generations, disastrous ecological effects, the same will happen in the unspoilt Arctic.
The only solution is a way of life and economy that is not based on oil and plastics, but on the organic powers of nature.
SiTU
MEMO 34
The
name of our former Queen Beatrix means from latin: “bringer of
luck” and she has so many last names, that she starts her letters
with we. These are the names of possesions and titels her family
gathered in the course of history. Her family-roots lay mainly in
Germany and our Royalty is through the years connected by marriage
and alliance to all of the remaining kingdoms in Europe.
Names
of cities have a meaning too. Some seem simple like “Amsterdam”
and “Coevorden”, others are more complex, some are intriguing,
like “Deventer” or “Harlingen”.
During
the Middle Ages local city-powers bought from their aristocratic
rulers, the right to call themselves a “city”. It meant a
considerable form of income for the ruling king or emperor. The town
I live in, is in its “777th” year. This a significant and
important number, but the city council had no money, so this moment
of numerical glory, though historians have doubt about the
historical accuracy of the date, was ignored and forgotten. This is
how things go and this is how we create an empty and sterile world.
This is our lesson for today. Think about the meaning of words, of
things and the world around you. As the next assignement, you have to
discover the meanings of the names of 5 streets or alleys in your
neighbourhood. Don't get lost.
MESSAGE TO 100 MOKEYS: 8
Impressive image of (just a part of) World War 2. It is only untill now, that the Balkan resembles (partly) the situation of around 1900 (that resulted in World War 1). This is a form of time-travel, essentially because you get a short impression of an individual, the mindframe and its destiny (in SiTU) playing his/her role in the movie. Try to re-live their feelings (on a safe distance). Jian, tcm, SiTU.
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zaterdag 26 oktober 2013
SiTU MEMO 33: last names
First and last names have the tendecy to shrink or transform over time. “Hendrik” leads to Hendry and later Henry. In the Netherlands having a last name became compulsory during the French occupation untill 1815. This was an excellent possibility to create a new family-concept. Some made their names longer bij putting “van der” before their occupation, for instance being a miller, their family name was noted as “van der Molen”, some called themselves “King” or even “Fart”. Some of those “funny names” still survive and flourish. The job was done by civil servants, who visited every house in the Republic. As a local story goes many Frisians have “Dutch” (Hollands) as their second language. This led sometimes to complete misunderstanding. A farmerswife misunderstood the question completely and answered “Wurkjindewei”. Meaning “my husband is working on the land”.
This is exactly what the civil servant noted. That's how this family got a last name.
A second cause of change are mass-migrations. In the United States you see the names, change when they pas through customs. “van der Molen” becomes “Vandermolen” and "Van de Bilt" changes into Vanderbilt.
The history of some names is bizar. The president of the United States last name OBAMA, has Dutch-Frisian roots. Obbema is the name of a Dutch peppermint trader, who produced several ofspring in Kenya, with local wifes. Obbema Obama, simple as that. Names travel all around the world. In our developing multi-media world, your names show your uniqueness. What's in a name? A rock to build on. A foundation stone.
vrijdag 25 oktober 2013
TRANSFER FROM MEMO TO
ENDTIME CHRONICLES: HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD
1. THE ARRIVAL
It was a time of material wealth and spiritual chaos. Mankind tried defining itself again and again in ways which were alien and opposite to their origins and destination. The most bizarre rolemodels dominated the youth. Sex, luxury and danger dominated thoughts and actions around the world. "Everybody is afraid, just like in the last days of Atlantis.", Laura thought when she mounted the bus, which was late, as usual.
The only other passenger was a man in his thirties. Obvious a sailor, who went immediately to the back of the bus and fell asleep. Laura chose the seat behind the driver and relaxed.
At daytime it was an impressive ride. About a hundred feet wide and 38 kilometers long, it was one of the greatest engineering projects of that time some 80 years ago. It had an colossal impact. But the parts of the former Frisian empire, which meant the coastline from Denmark to Belgium, had drifted apart. Instead of reuniting the past powers, they now were competitors in a global economic battlefield. At night she saw the moonlit waves on both sides of her, dotted with light. Impressive too.
Laura opened her bag looking for her waterbottle. Instead she packed the deck of cards. In her first year in Amsterdam, she had seen a man, being chased and shot at by the police. He had dropped a bag in front of her and before running on, gave her a begging look, as if he handed the bag to her. Everybody, including the police ran around in total chaos, so she could easily pick up the bag and put it in her handbag.
At home se had studied the cards. It was an unusual deck. One side showed an old weapon, carried by to red eagles. On the other side, they were all different. Faces, landscapes, maps, symbols and formula. The cards had a silvery glow about them then and this glow got stronger when she opened the deck. The faces looked familiar, as if they were member of a family or brotherhood.
"You are getting closer. Hold on." She shook her head. "Who was that talking?" She looked around, but het only companion was the sailor. who was still asleep and the driver, who listened to his Ipod.
"I must have been falling asleep.", Laura thought and she put the cards back in her bag and found the waterbottle. The bus passed an old and abandoned military fort. It was here, in World War 2, that the Dutch and the Frisians, had put a halt to the Nazi-warmachine. Though the battle had been highly exegarated, you could still feel the pride and determination when you were inside the bunkers. At least, that she was told.
The bus left the highway, to make her way to the small, though important, Frisian harbortown. "Which once was an outpost of Atlantis." Another voice said. Laura knew, that she needed a joint to silence these voices, which kept telling her tales of old. Tales from before the flood.
The busterminal was dark, dirty and desolated. The young sailor had put his bag on his shoulder and disappeared into the darkness. The bus, filled with drunk students, made his way across the seas again. It would be dark for several hours. Across the street was a bridge, which led into a small park. Laura had her sleeping bag with her and she had slept in worse situations. She could also nick a bike, there were several hundreds of them standing around, and try to find a better place to spend a couple of hours. And roll a joint.
Still hesitating she saw a woman, in her thirties, dressed in black, approaching her. When she was close enough, she looked into a face full of determination and passion. "Welcome," the stranger said. "Welcome to Atlantis. We have been expecting you." Before she could say anything, the woman picked up her bag and signalled to follow her.
The only other passenger was a man in his thirties. Obvious a sailor, who went immediately to the back of the bus and fell asleep. Laura chose the seat behind the driver and relaxed.
At daytime it was an impressive ride. About a hundred feet wide and 38 kilometers long, it was one of the greatest engineering projects of that time some 80 years ago. It had an colossal impact. But the parts of the former Frisian empire, which meant the coastline from Denmark to Belgium, had drifted apart. Instead of reuniting the past powers, they now were competitors in a global economic battlefield. At night she saw the moonlit waves on both sides of her, dotted with light. Impressive too.
Laura opened her bag looking for her waterbottle. Instead she packed the deck of cards. In her first year in Amsterdam, she had seen a man, being chased and shot at by the police. He had dropped a bag in front of her and before running on, gave her a begging look, as if he handed the bag to her. Everybody, including the police ran around in total chaos, so she could easily pick up the bag and put it in her handbag.
At home se had studied the cards. It was an unusual deck. One side showed an old weapon, carried by to red eagles. On the other side, they were all different. Faces, landscapes, maps, symbols and formula. The cards had a silvery glow about them then and this glow got stronger when she opened the deck. The faces looked familiar, as if they were member of a family or brotherhood.
"You are getting closer. Hold on." She shook her head. "Who was that talking?" She looked around, but het only companion was the sailor. who was still asleep and the driver, who listened to his Ipod.
"I must have been falling asleep.", Laura thought and she put the cards back in her bag and found the waterbottle. The bus passed an old and abandoned military fort. It was here, in World War 2, that the Dutch and the Frisians, had put a halt to the Nazi-warmachine. Though the battle had been highly exegarated, you could still feel the pride and determination when you were inside the bunkers. At least, that she was told.
The bus left the highway, to make her way to the small, though important, Frisian harbortown. "Which once was an outpost of Atlantis." Another voice said. Laura knew, that she needed a joint to silence these voices, which kept telling her tales of old. Tales from before the flood.
The busterminal was dark, dirty and desolated. The young sailor had put his bag on his shoulder and disappeared into the darkness. The bus, filled with drunk students, made his way across the seas again. It would be dark for several hours. Across the street was a bridge, which led into a small park. Laura had her sleeping bag with her and she had slept in worse situations. She could also nick a bike, there were several hundreds of them standing around, and try to find a better place to spend a couple of hours. And roll a joint.
Still hesitating she saw a woman, in her thirties, dressed in black, approaching her. When she was close enough, she looked into a face full of determination and passion. "Welcome," the stranger said. "Welcome to Atlantis. We have been expecting you." Before she could say anything, the woman picked up her bag and signalled to follow her.
MESSAGE TO 100 MONKEES: 6
By re-arranging the letters of a word or by reading it backwards, hidden meaning can be discovered and you can follow the way down to the sounds of astonishment the first humans uttered, describing the paradise they lived in. Names were not important, then.
I hope you did you homework, because I did mine. The question is: is the name HARRY POTTER some sort of anagram and does it contain hidden messages.
The fitst one is easy to find: terra, meaning world. The following characters remain: H, A, Y, P, O, T and R. You have to remember, that “Harry” is an aristocratic name and yes, you can lay out ROY. This is an interesting link. Once the English Empire ruled the world, by ruling the waves and still the Dutch-Anglo cooperations are active world-wide.
We have four letters left: P, T, H and A.
We have to dig deeper now and arrive in Egypt. In the Egyptian creationmyth, we find the name PTAH, the Creator-God.
Analysing Harry's first and last name we must conclude that his name also means: CREATION OF A ROYAL WORLD. Royals meaning wizzards of course.
For next time: analyze your own names in the above way and discover your roots and your place in the battle to come.
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