Wednesday, March 16, 2011

An Ending...

And in the end of it all,
one learns that Fate should never remain in the hands of a sole single person,
Life should never be constrained in the choices of one's past,
and Identity is far more than just the sum of what one remembers.

The Singularity shall forever exist.
And the Walkers forever silently visiting us
without us ever knowing.


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

[Sol] The Place Where Men Become Gods

There came the night, when the ruler of darkness sent down a terrible rain.
I looked at the weather, it was frightful to look at... 
At day break clouds as black as the night appeared in the sky! 
All the evil spirits raged and all light was transformed into darkness. 
For days a constant torrent of rain mixed with ash and mud rained down on the Earth!

Cultural enigmas.
On the other side of the Atlantic there is a similar enigma. Cultures like the Olmecs seem to emerge as if from nowhere, displaying great mastery of stone and architecture. In Mexico, the ruins of Teotihuacan close to Mexico City provide an even greater sense of mystery. Here in a magnificent sprawling complex of pyramid mounds and broad open avenues we find ourselves confronted with a seemingly unanswerable dilemma: Just who built the place?

Remarkably there is no obvious answer. It was certainly not the Aztecs, nor was it the Olmecs or the Maya. In fact all we know is that the architects of this exceptional site seem to arrive out of nowhere and then with their work complete disappear almost as quickly.

People of Aztlan.
Remarkably the name Teotihuacan, when translated from the Nahua language means "The place where men become gods." The belief was that Teotihuacan was where the great gods held council after the destruction of the island known to them as Nahuatl Aztlatlan. Aztec belief like that of so many other Indian tribes was that their origins lay in this halcyon island of plenty, eastwards across the Atlantic. Aztlatlan was its name, and it's inhabitants were known as the people of Aztlan! Of course the similarity between this name and that of Atlas - reputed to be the first king of Atlantis is obvious, so too the comparison between the name Aztlatlan and Atlantis.

Further intrigue comes from the word Atl. In the Nahuatl language it means water, a word it shares with the Berber people on the opposite shores of the Atlantic, in far away Africa.

The ancients.
Another enigma hinges around the very word ancients. According to the dictionary ancient means "of times long past !" The word is of Latin origin. In its latinised form it becomes "antiants", and the shade of it's meaning alters slightly to become those, or that which went before! Thus the word ancients becomes antiants . But this word antiants is not too far removed from the name Atlantis! Antiants -Atl-antiants.
Could then the word ancients really mean, "they that came from Atlantis" - the inhabitants of this long lost island? A name, and a word, that gave its meaning to the world that once existed?

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

[Kumari] Children's Game in Sargasso Isle

I intone the names of the Twelve Who Walk
Irkalla, Khnum, Elohim, Brahman
I summon the names of the Twelve Who Shape
Shin, Coatl, Fata Decima, Vor
I praise the names of the Twelve Who Destroy
Melek Taus, Proteus, Alpha, Omega
And I weep for the worlds the Twelve had Lost.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

A Song of Battle

Oh sing a song of triumph and
oh sing a song of war.
Oh raise the banner to the sky
towards the watching Star.

Wake from the slumber, Behemoth.
Prepare the monstrous steed.
Our swords, our spears, our validyn
of Savage blood shall feed.

We fear not the words of the Alpha
nor Omega's deadly grasp.
We embrace courage and cast out rote
to fulfill our destined task.

Oh sing a song and raise your flag
Oh sing and war with me
Oh shatter all the Builder's men
til come our victory.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Personal Log: Hiroshi Irikawa

I am still wondering how to make sense of this all.   Clarence Wilkins and I are standing upon the threshold of a new tomorrow.  The debris and the strange device do function.  While I have not understood how Clarence does it (for even after literally mimicking each and every step he does, I am unable to still make it happen) when he uses his multi-tool with what I have called the Friction Engine, the engine does turn.  And when the engine is running, and given a larger feed of energy, the debris come together as if drawn by electromagnetic forces and create a doorway.

Above is the snapshot of one of the sights that is visible through that doorway.  The ring is huge, at least a number of miles high from the looks of it.  The ground however may be lending to some scaling issues.  But that arc is clearly a man-made structure.

And the blue is not the sky.
It is water.

The door opens to what seems to be an area that was once inhabited.
But now beneath the waves.

I still wonder if this has anything to do with the myths of Atlantis.  Or Kumari Kamdan.  Or Lemuria.
Or if we are seeing a glimpse of another world.

Because neither make sense when you take into account the Friction Engine which we had been given to study. The artifact had fallen from the sky.  The material seems alien in origin.  And yet, on its side, in what I have understood now to be a "pig pen cipher" is his name.

Clarence Wilkins.

Why would this alien device have your name on it, Clarence?
What else are you hiding from me?

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retrieved personal log:  Irikawa, Hiroshi
label:  sleeper.  witness.

course of action:  retrieval.  information distillation.  
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