PART 7 -- STORY GOES ON …
One day I received an e-mail that invited me to write a brief summary for the Yemen Times. I sent them the article and it was printed. Soon I was receiving inquiries about the text and, ultimately, I was invited to come to Yemen to inspect the site in person.
The invitation came through the Yemen Minister of Antiquities and was relayed through a Yemeni businessman who had an office in New York City. He told me that he would provide all of the financial help I needed and assured me that I would be treated with respect and safety in Yemen.
While the logistics of the trip were being considered, another surprising invitation was made, this time by Dr. J. J. Hurtak - the author of the Keys of Enoch. I was asked to meet with him at a restaurant in New York City, for lunch and conversation.
Hurtak gave me a nudge and placed his briefcase on the table in a manner that, when opened, it obstructed Sky from seeing the contents. He then opened it, shuffled some things, and then stared at me with an expression that read, "Go ahead. Look at this."
Hurtak's briefcase contained about six color photographs that had been enclosed in plastic. My first glance was at a photo showing Dr. Hurtak, speaking to a small group of people, and was apparently taken by someone in his audience.
It showed Hurtak making a gestures with his hands, as if caught in the middle of an animated lecture. What was unusual about it was the presence of a glowing point of light that seemed to be hovering near his head and emitting a yellow-orange light.
My eyes opened wide when I looked at the photograph. Hurtak watched for my reaction and quickly shuffled to the next image.
This one showed the Doctor in a darkened room, standing on top of a translucent structure that glowed with a blue luminescence. I had no idea what I was looking at, but Hurtak pointed to the glowing under his feet and remarked, "That's me, standing on the tomb of Osiris."
The remaining photographs were very odd. They were again of Hurtak. , He was outside and was surrounded by what first appeared to be several children. But on closer examination, they were not children at all. Their features were muted and somewhat obscured.
They also glowed with a blue luminescence. I moved my head closer to get a better look and thought I recognized the familiar big-eyed, archetypal extraterrestrial, reminiscent of Whitley Strieber's book, Communion. The only difference was that these little people were blue, not gray.
They also seemed to be more innocent - like children - and less menacing than the usual agents of abductions.
It was dark when we arrived at the city of Rada. We stayed in a small hotel that lacked electrical outlets in the room.
I found an outlet in the hall and obtained power for my laptop by wiring my plug to the outlet with two pieces of wire. It worked and, with recharged batteries, I returned to my room and attempted the Mayfa inscriptions.
The text was, indeed, from the Queen's exodus.
"We have arrived from the sands to pray for the mound, O Lord. The horizon held beauty so we stopped the caravan. Here, where none of this prophesy is known, we do not speak of the Son; the mound.
We plan to return across this border. We leave our insignia. The Mother understands the evil about to arrive. The Son of Jinn, the Lord, is under the ground. Say nothing. She cried flying over the ocean. No spirit shall defile the only Son of the Jinn. You are beautiful to me. Know this, O Lord."
I was struck by the phrase, Jinn, that appeared in the translation. It was actually in the database I had prepared (gimmel-nun) and it was being used to describe the Queen's son. But who then was the Jinn? Sheba or Solomon?
Our next destination was in an old palace that had been converted to a museum. It has dozens of ancient artifacts with the old alphabet, mixed with more recent material that was written in Himyaritic script. The more recent script used many of the same letters as the Sabaeans, but these letters had a different phonetic meaning to accommodate either the Semitic or Arabic dialects.
At the Sheba site, Mohammed was using a 2000 year old dialect to translate writing that was a thousand years older. While Arabic is derived from a Semitic tongue, like proto-Canaanite, and does share many of the same words, the linguistics are vastly different.
The Semitic writers liked to string many long sentences together with words like "but," "and," "also." In contrast, the Himyaritic text from Ethiopia used a vertical line to denote the end of a word or phrase.
Proto-Canaanites were fond of using "to make" as their predicate, instead of "to be." In practical terms this would mean that the proto-Canaanites might write, "I made to build a great temple," while the same phrase in Arabic would be, "A great temple was built by me." It appeared that this distinction was not relevant in the museums of Yemen.
Artifacts and stones of different eras were displayed side by side. I learned to search for the older writing by scanning the stone for pairs of the letters "nun-lamed," to "make" or "produce," and I would only attempt to translate these items.
John was such an intelligent speaker. The topic he was trying to discuss with us was complex. But it also required an investment of faith to fully appreciate. New ideas are like that. Unless they have some prior experience to grab on to, they are usually short term residents in our consciousness. Well, unless you are Aboriginal.
I understood that there was something special about a vortex. If the same petroglyphs were found in these specific locations then they must have had something in common besides the language. But what?
The map I had been sent showed a dozen vortex points around the globe. One of the locations coincided with the Temple Mound in Jerusalem. That made sense.
But the others were in remote places like the Ural Mountains, somewhere in Afghanistan, and off the Southern coast of Japan. Why such remote places?
John explained that the Earth had some type of energy field that surrounded it, more complex than the simple magnetic field with North and South poles. This field had twelve poles which coincided with certain fixed geographic points on the Earth. It was here that contact with "the management" was possible.
We joked about his choice of words. "The management" was actually better than trying to deal with over-used terms like, "aliens," "angels," or "Gods." He described a kind of corporate organization where sentient beings were functioning as students, interns, guides and go-betweens. So when "management" needed to call us to the home office, so to speak, they used the vortex.
These portals had been in operation for a very long time. The petroglyphs were presumably left by people who had witnessed this contact or had come specifically to engage the management. But he suggested another important possible role of the vortex that peaked my interest.
The Earth has suffered, and will again, significant radiation from a variety of celestial events, from super-novas to the mega-flares of our own Sun. These blasts are capable of destroying all life and we are only partially protected by our thin atmosphere and magnetic field. The energies are usually absorbed by the planet through little understood meridians that cover the surface of Earth. These facts were well known to me from an article I wrote a year before.
John proposed that a vortex was a "safe" zone, where survival was most propitious. He suggested that perhaps the management intervened during cataclysmic events and used these portals as an oasis of sorts.
I was not ready to believe this yet. I remembered the texts in Colorado which spoke of the "burning sky" and the need to hide from the Sun. The location of a safe zone would certainly be a plausible explanation for this text. I had my doubts though.
I told him that I was going to be visiting the Flinders Range. He found a large map of the region and spread it on his dining room table. We found his town on the map and he followed the road with his finger, North to Augusta, where the road forked. To the right the highway led to the Flinders Range National Park, a green color on his map. I had heard the area was lush with vegetation and that it was full of kangaroo and emus. North of the Flinders the terrain was orange, the color of desert sand and sun of the outback.
To the left of Augusta, the road went North to Woomera. Here the map had an interesting area colored red and marked "Restricted Area." I asked him what was there. Colin smiled, took a deep breath, and asked me to sit down.
Woomera was a strange place. Colin told me that it was the home of an American military installation for the Air Force Space Command and an important testing range for the Australian Defense Science and Technology Organization, a group of defense contractors based in Adelaide whose chief member was Raytheon. It was also an area with phased arrays, an antenna farm like Poker Flats in Alaska. Like Poker Flats, it also contained a missile testing range with silos and launch pads.
"Stay away from there," he warned.
I sensed that Colin could have told me much more. Our brief conversation had made him tired and it was soon time for me to go. As I shook his hand I felt his weakness. But he kept hold of my hand for an extra few seconds and placed his other hand on my shoulder. "Good luck, Dan. Keep your eyes open."
The last thing I would have expected in the remote outback was a military installation. Even more strange was the fact that it was manned by the American Air force. What were they doing here in Australia? And why were they in this remote location? And why did this coincide with the vortex?
The time alone with John was a good opportunity to talk and listen. I learned that my old ideas about God, the bearded old man on a throne, were about as foolish as believing all matter was made from "stuff."
The universe is complex. Just as that "stuff" can be broken down into molecules, atoms, particles and quarks, deity is also diverse. The "management" that John described was a complex hierarchy of beings that watched human development and provided periodic adjustments.
The petroglyphs were a few miles from the car and were located on the face of a brown stone wall that formed a canyon with a river. It was similar to what I had experienced in Colorado, although the Pergatoire River was much wider. This river was easy to cross on foot and the petroglyphs were immediately visible.
The entire collection of carvings were spread over 100 feet and were all covered with a thick layer of dark varnish. The age of these petroglyphs was hard to estimate but they were in the same style as the ones in Colorado and used the same symbols. I photographed as much as I could and copied some inscriptions to a notebook.
As I moved from panel to panel, I noticed a recurring symbol that repeated on the stone wall. A pair of concentric circles was depicted, often with radiating lines surrounding the outer circle. I had seen this in Colorado also, but the significance was unclear.
The terrain in front of the wall was flat and sandy. It would have made a great place for a concert. Indeed, the wall itself had a kind of step that formed a flat, elevated stage, with the petroglyphs serving as an artistic backdrop. I could easily imagine a gathering of Aboriginal people using this site for some similar event.
When we returned to the campsite I was able to use the last few minutes of battery power on my laptop to translate a string of symbols I had copied in my notebook. It read,
"... In this place you will receive protection and power ..."
The trip back provided me time to think. I was convinced that the writing was similar to that in Colorado. But it was also the same alphabet that was used in Yemen to describe the story of Queen Sheba and the Ark.
Could I assume that the same writing would be found in the other vortex points around the world?
As we passed through Augusta I remembered the military installations that was adjacent to the Colorado vortex. Was this just a coincidence or would there be similar installations near the other points of contact with the "management?"
CONNECTING THE DOTS
We began to focus on some of the other areas around the world where there were alleged to be vortex points. The first one was in Brazil, just West of Sao Paulo. We used John's computer and spent hours exploring the internet for information.
Raytheon had a major presence in Brazil. Nicknamed "SIVAM," the System for Vigilance of the Amazon, Raytheon had placed a number of antenna farms and radar systems in the Amazon jungle.
There was a special "off limits" zone just West of Sao Paulo. These arrays were linked to a central command post by satellite and were designed to detect any anomalous activity surrounding the vortex.
Congressional records mentioned that a Brazilian atmospheric "heater" under U.S. control, similar to the one in Poker flats, was also located somewhere in the region.
http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/Newsro ... mg_id=3325
Another point on the vortex map was Southern Peru. It didn't take long to learn that Raytheon was there also. Maps showed the familiar "off limits" zone and other records showed the installation of more antenna farms, satellite hookups and a U.S. military presence.
In Asia, the vortex fell on the area just North of the Afghanistan border, in the Southern Ural Mountains. I was already familiar with this location since I had written a piece about Yamantau. This super secret military installation had eaten up billions of dollars and a significant portion of Russia's impoverished economy. It was an underground facility with millions of square feet that had worried American congressmen.
Representative Roscoe Bartlett asked Congress to investigate the need for such a costly project and reminded other legislators that, "The only potential use for this site is post-nuclear war... " He suggested that, with the end to the Cold War, this made no sense, and suspected a more sinister agenda was behind the project.
The other Russian vortex in located near Kazakhstan and coincides with the secret zone around Svobodny.
It was no surprise to learn that Raytheon had a presence in these Russian sites. The same systems of arrays and satellite hookups were installed and each vortex point seemed to have an adjacent military zone that imposed a kind of "check-mate." In fact, Raytheon was at all of the vortex sites.
We seemed to have stumbled blindly on an important discovery that linked past and present, good and evil and bridged the mundane with the fantastic.
The vortex points were important enough to have been marked in antiquity. If they did represent some special geography where "contact" could be made then they deserved to be revered, much as the Temple Mound in Jerusalem is revered as the navel of the world.
Perhaps it was through these special portals that civilization has been guided and preserved through various cataclysms that have culled our population in the remote past. It seemed less of a fantasy now. I had seen the writing that described these areas as "safe zones" with my own eyes.
But the presence of military installations was puzzling. They seemed more to hinder access to these zones than to protect them. The terrible weapon that I had witnessed in Alaska was not beneficial to humanity. In fact, it was patently evil. Now there were many of them, either completed or under construction. Why?
If there was an organized deity, what John had called the "management," could there be an organized counterpart - an evil empire - organized on a global scale, poised to fight for control of each vortex?
If the phased array "death ray" were ever actually used in these locations the result might very well be perceived as the "burning sky."
The damage to the ionosphere would allow radiation from space and our own Sun to burn our skin, cause mutations and kill the vegetation. This was a known effect. And yet the system was being positioned quietly, secretly, all over the planet.
John and I tried to understand this. We had many different theories and schemes to explain what we had learned. But in the end it was the simple explanation that seemed to make the most sense.
There was evil in the world and we had accidentally seen part of their plan for controlling the globe. We didn't have a name for them, nor did we understand their motives or agenda. But they were as real as the "management."
Could the possibility of a solar catastrophe be the missing piece of the puzzle? If such a catastrophic event were on the immediate horizon would this explain the construction of an "artificial" ionosphere, underground cities, the desperate battle of evil and good and the future plans for global dominance following an event of mass extinction? I have to admit, it does.
As I thought about this possibility my mind went back to the petroglyphs in Colorado. On one rock there was a description of the "arm of God" that would be removed from "over His people." The writing in Yemen also spoke about the "aperture in the sky" that would cause terrible burning of humanity. Will the next extinction be by fire?
We live in strange times. The Sun is erratic. We have witnessed 9-11, a senseless war and the puzzling re-election of its instigator by the masses, an ex-Nazi being elected as Pope and his very church withholding sacraments from members in a patently un-Christ-like act because they voiced dissent against its strict policies. Unemployment and poverty reign (as I well know) while oil companies list increased profits of as much as 500 percent. It's all surreal. Is it evil struggling to take control? Anything is possible.
In early 2007 the US Army announced that it was placing the petroglyphs in LaJunta, Colorado "off limits." (See National Geographic, May 2007) The cover story is that the troops need an area to train for a future war with China and the proposed war-game camp will be used with live amunition and munitions and subjected to real battle conditions. This will certainly and forever destroy the historic writing. I'm glad we photographed and video taped the area on our last expedition. But is there more to this story?
The translations of this nique area called it a "safe zone" where people would be able to find refuge from some future solar event. It's possible that the government has validated these ancient writings and realizes the value of this strategic location. It certainly is another example of the advances made by wat can only be described as "evil," the Sons of Darkness.
What can we do? You decide.
The rest of the story is up to you. Ask good questions and get some answers. But above all, be careful. In the words of Colin Norris, "Keep your eyes open."
END OF PART 7