La Montana Humana

[LMIV]

Entrando en las transcendencias semi-oscuras llegamos a la causada ley de las similaridades. Este fenomeno es una llamada a darse una vuelta por el contorno para no solo sondear el panorama sino para volver a las andadas. Y que se reinicie el asunto entre amantes saludables y halaguenos...

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Death Song Of A Warrior - Wyandote
Posted by: "Blue Panther" blue_panther@otelco.net blue_panther1951
Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:25 pm (PST)
Death Song Of A Warrior - Wyandote

A warrior sang his death song. He was not afraid to die by fire. His soul
went on to the Little People. The way was awful. But nothing can harm the
brave. The wise men said they would sing the song for him they wrote. And
they did sing it. I am in the land of mt enemies. I am a prisoner of war. I
am bound to a stake. My foes come around me to see me die. I hate them. I
defy them. I chant my song of death. Cowards, look upon me & learn how to
die like a WARRIOR!!!

You fear me. I am a real MAN!! I followed the warpath. It led me to your
towns. Many did I slay. Your chiefs did I strike down. I gave their bodies
to the wolves and to the birds of prey. Nothing do I fear? The fire is my
father. I am master of my own soul. Look upon me, you Cowards, See me
rejoice, See me die in glory, as a Warrior should die! I am a dead
Warrior. My soul rises from my body. It is Free...I journey...I stand by our
Grandmother...She is in the Great city built under ground by Se'sta. She
speaks to me of the Land Of The Little People. She directs me. She gives me
the torch of Heno.... It is a guide in the darkness. It is a weapon...none
can stand before it. She tells me the brave can never fail.

I take the torch. I go in Courage...I step forth on shown afar off the Land
of the Little People. Mountains rise before me. I approach them. I ascend
them. I see a broad valley of mystery & horror. Beyond that, terrible
mountains pierce the sky. They are lifted up and thrown down again to crush
him without courage.

By valor do I conquer? I pass over the frightful hills. I stand at the
border. At the foot of the tall rock a great black stream rolls. I stand
upon a crag...A river is under my feet. There is one more trail of my
courage. I look beyond the river of darkness. I see the l Land Of The Little
People. It is Beautiful ......... Great streams of light stretch across the
sky. They reach to the ends of the heavens, Courage rages in my soul. It
rises within me.

The black river thunders between its rocky walls. I come across it. It is
the stream of Death..............

With the torch of Heno I strike the Flying Heads as they come about me with
bloody fangs. And the serpent's do I strike with my might. They utter
horrible screams and flee away. I spring from stone to stone in the raging
river. The furious waters are about me. They hiss and boil. I leap
forward.... I come over upon the far bank of the mad raging river. There I
see my mother ...I see my father. I see all the Warriors of old. They
welcome me to the Land of the Little People. Then I turned to see the
terrible way over which I came into the beautiful land. I spread my arms and
cry, " Flee Away, Ye Monsters, and Be Gone Away"...For you can never harm
the Brave!!!!!!!

The Long way is nothing. The terrors are forgotten. Upon this shore I am a
God. I am in the Land of the Little People. It is mine from the beginning of
the " Lower World".

Indian Myths" by:Edna Clyne in 1928

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And the two will walk together in time and space…

Information comes in many ways. It gets later transformed via many emotional factors which often render its usefulness nil. The CNN crew decided not to “correspond” to my email searching for a frame within one of their recent stories (Mugabe’s 83rd birthday archive footage), and one can only wonder how good information brokers really are. One of my first mini-tours when I arrived in Rochester, Minnesota, USA, was to visit the installation of the local newspaper. A gentleman named John Withers, or similar sounding words, kindly and willingly escorted me throughout the press area, news writing area, etc., explaining along the way facts related to their operation. This is, truly, the connoisseur’s way to approach such practical endeavor: You get to the point where newsprint arrives; you see the rolls of paper being fed to the four-color Roland rotatives; you appreciate the quality work as performed daily on such a timely and well-coordinated manner, and so on.

As years passed, and I contributed ceaselessly to this publication, a disastrous feeling of rejection set in among its managing staff, quite a dishonor against these earlier actions from the above-named individual. My letters to the editor were routinely altered, went unpublished, or even caused unnecessary upheavals regarding the true events and activities I was working on at the time. This manipulation of daily lives is at the crux of current efforts on the part of the media to hoard the world of public opinion and make everyone abide by their untenable mechanisms of mental control. Of course, needless to say, this atrocious, inane, and outright immobilistic approach has had zero effect on my prowess as a free-thinking-and-acting individual, citizen of this planet Earth. In fact, it might have actually catapulted me into much greater achievements, since every living being who encroaches and attempts to destroy one like him is doomed not only to failure but to see his/her own actions bounced back upon himself/herself, this time as the pitiful victim of all his/her caused horrors.

And so why people kill other people? The answer to that perplexing matter might have come in a recent dream, as such:

The room was not too large, with a door near one of its corners. A man inside patiently waited for a parade to come in. They were a group of men, equally dressed, equally configured, and all alike. It was all like a bunch of perfect clones. These seemingly lifeless individuals had been summoned there to simply act as “live target” using “live ammo” like a few standing pins in a game of bowling.

The man with the gun had his back turned to the file of individuals as they moved along the back wall. He had his right finger in the trigger and his gun pointing up. At a moment’s notice and without making any different type of movements, that is, to scramble, seek cover, run, etc., this man turned and faced the moving line of people. Without the slightest thought, consultation with anyone, or even any act of premeditation as to select a “suitable victim” he aimed his gun between two individuals moving slightly away from him, thus to cause a tiny oblique angle as he fired his weapon. And without any vacillation, stupor, or second-thought (never a first one, as mentioned) he discharged his firearm allowing a bullet to pierce someone. For him, this was a well-dispatched and dealt with situation, one that apparently had nothing to do with life and death, but with finding out the accuracy of his armament as well as his utmost capacity to “use it as intended.”

And so, we have come to the point of a heartless existence whereby it is all a matter of “kill versus getting killed.” Anyone could be in any of those situations and he/she would act in the manner described. As it turned out, the gentleman with the gun was simply honing his skills that were totally needed in a chaotic and lawless world. His commanding society’s peers had been able to set aside first a group of life-like individuals who would normally almost act as any of the rest of the living citizens, while basically getting the job of becoming practice targets, while also maintaining a cadre of highly trained-and-disposed individuals who can act without any impunity in any way they so choose with the overriding objective of safeguarding such society.

One might argue both in favor of the defending executioners as well as the innocent payers of such draconian system. Because, life as we know it was, indeed, allowed to continue and this human species kept on getting larger and more powerful. So, the achieved end, obviously utilizing now a Machiavellian postulate “always justifies the means” is the commonly exercised de rigueur outcome.

Of course, this simplistic approach—whereby the strongest and best-organized gain total capitulation over the oppressed and forced to fight—only buys time, and very little at best when one considers and factors in the eternity enigma we all live constrained by.

Notice, thus far we have only dealt with physical elements that interact with each other in positive, negative, or neutral reactionary systems. Nothing has been said about high-level repercussions related to any of these terrestrial-based strategic actions and military-style offensives. An expansion on this alternate theme is sure to follow.

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Yeah, I am the millennium guy and I just want a change, is it OK?

Based on the extremely large accumulation of “permanent individuals” populating the universe, as partially depicted and left behind in long-standing rock information seen throughout this planet, my personal assessment is that it is going to be hard, or next to impossible, to recognize the human seed in any surrounding creature, which might be all fine and dandy after all.

One of the integral parts of our terrestrial existence is the adhesion to well-established norms and processes that define a particular species. This mold or physical jail habitation is directly responsible for the structural advance of such species, its stabilization, or even its disappearance barring external phenomena which contribute to its preservation or demise as well.

In turn, this fundamental species-bound behavior causes a certain amount of “tunnel-vision effects” to determine our destinies and to conform all individuals to such hierarchical patterns of behavior; as a result, any normally unaccustomed circumstances that we face are dealt with in the most inhospitable and tasteless manner possible, a few of these human purges often planned and carried out under the veil of total secrecy. Natural rejection of anything remotely resembling the chance of being considered outside of these clearly delimited parameters has been the operational routine for generations on end.

And so when we finally move out of this ridiculously tiny environment (call it death no longer lurking) —where everything is tolerable or at least we try to make it that way—we enter an arena where nothing is the way we like it, want it, or are willing to put up with. This new and starkly contrasting reality forms the main impasse filled with “even more deadly” emplacements and “yet more arduous” palisades that test to the max our innate abilities while simultaneously rendering an improvement to our overall status. But a key hidden aspect of this seemingly horrific scenario is not only how well we relate to these strange events or how quickly we overcome the desire to extricate ourselves from such brutal milieu, but how deeply we are willing to immerse ourselves in such initially unseeingly completely germane, newly acquired living quarters. Because, whether we want to readily admit it or not, our temporary Earth-based configuration is anything else but an adaptation, a stop-gap measure designed to get us through these lugubrious places, and an assignment to further allow us to survive under such strenuous and constantly threatening new horizons.

Of course, to recognize that our in-depth legacy has been tarnished by our passage through “this dirty planet” is tantamount to admitting our sovereign guilt in the cosmological world of the beyond, and perhaps taking the first step to seek our reconstitution as we all truly are and deserve to be. Eventually, someone had to do it, I guess.

And so, where is the slash-and-burn guy these days? Left the forum and society? Gone on vacation? I am ready for the sword, the blade, the cutter, the scalpel, the laser, the whatever... bring it on.

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Easily, I might as well suppose that the Minnesota (USA) Department of Transportation’s concerns regarding accumulated horseshoe filings as a primary cause for automobile skids resulting in fatal accidents is as far away removed from current thinking (2007) as the purported authority of a gang of newspaper editors who favor certain stories while reducing others to complete ridicule and oblivion. It is all a matter of how you deal with the matter, again, I suppose.

As I extrapolate fast turnaround events in my life I have come to the conclusion that there is, indeed, such a thing as a rock heaven and a rock hell, though all mixed together. Let me elaborate for any possible readers (Note: As of a couple days ago I am redirecting these emails to the Miguel Servet Society (http://www.servetus.org/foros/viewtopic.php?t=13&sid=124fdf0d0feb307e44f8d40f9bd771e4) though, in all probability and even as I am now dealing with guys from my own nationality and birth country, it will be completely cut off as it has been done in the past (all posts were erased, similar to what those French self-acclaimed Egyptologists did earlier). So, my hopes for interjecting via internet channels my ideas to the world at large are as high as when I had to deal with these small-town/small-mind type aspiring scribing artistes, who haven’t yet learned to separate their personal and fastidious agendas from the general benefit everyone who wants to pay 50 cents is entitled to by holding a well-balanced, offset printing, daily publication.

Since I have been deviating from the main subject for a while I decided to reconvene my thoughts and bring out a few aspects related to rocks. This time I have analyzed for the last few days a molten object which has quite a few openings all throughout its surface. Some seem to follow and form certain patterns, whereas others appear totally random. And so, here we enter into the more exquisite details, just for the rock connoisseur. One of these holes, and only one from over thiry easily recognizable such orifices, comes with its own hinged gate material. In essence, the area that should have been totally removed to make room for the hole itself holds a round gate-like wall that can be seen still attached to the surrounding, un-indented surface. This strange phenomenon indicates that even though it appears air passage (in-out) was the most used process to heat/cool the mass itself, at least in this case a scalpel type incision was made that allowed the under-matter to be removed while “leaving the door slightly ajar.”

Now, if that wasn’t enough challenging phenomenon to interpret, here is an all-encompassing effect that should leave everyone practically breathless upon noticing it. The rock-metal hybrid has so many strange markings that it is nearly impossible to discern everything that is on it, and yet (like in the latest Chaco Canyon’s visual imagery approach and suspended design) some of these things actually fit with each other even at the expense of having to cut across planes, surfaces, and all sorts of angles. This could be equated to the perfectly distorted 3-D puzzle, whereby an image takes on certain elements from a prismatic composition, glides along gathering some others seemingly unrelated and distanced, and everything suddenly forms a coordinated and fully-comprehensive, composite unit of excellent design and unique value. And now, who in their right mind would not want to appreciate such graphic treasure? Well, as expected after getting all these details here I had to go through a few scanner passes, mini-rolls, and other intricate maneuvers. And nothing of what I got came even close to reproducing the actual results seen by the naked eye in plain daylight (again, after several controlled contortions and artiluges worthy of a Cirque du Soleil performer). Still, other even more perplexing and fascinating details are inside some of these deep crevices including the ubiquitous faces.

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Now that we have noticed how these heartless detractors—unfortunately populating the four corners of the world—ceaselessly labor via their countless schemes to confound the untouchable world of truth and perfection, simultaneously causing themselves to be inadvertently placed in extreme peril and utter devastation—time has come for a careful analysis on the weather and other related repercussions on the global population.

Oranges, an acidic fruit originating in the Far Orient and also used to name one of the great apes (not a monkey) species, are quite prevalent in the Peninsula of Florida, USA. This jutting piece of land inhabited for millennia (Tequesta Indians—constructors of the Miami Circle--having arrived there from their Canary Islands, Western Africa abode, and prior to that also arriving there from elsewhere) had no such fruits available for consumption until Spanish explorers (Ponce de León et al.) went about their chores of finding El Dorado, Cibola and other mythic locales (Fountain of Youth). These fruitless endeavors simply brought nothing of real value back to the “old country” except for a few gold-laden galleons that managed to cross the Atlantic Ocean (many still lying on the bottom of the great water divide thanks to “unexpected” thunderstorms). Today’s oranges, at least the ones I am eating right now, are full of pits, have lost their spherical shape—showing an ugly peduncle where the stem goes—and they have a rind which literally cannot be peeled by hand since it is too thin.

So, what has happened here is twofold: (01) Their geographic re-adaptation has caused them to go awry in terms of their natural interaction, and (02) their nutritional value has dramatically decreased since basically their only productive component rests solely with their large amount of juice having lost almost all their readily consumable pulp.

These notable physical characteristic variances can perhaps be best accounted for when factored in dominant soil and air elements data, even though such a widespread citric fruit cannot be discounted in terms of its genetic ability to provide top-notch benefits anywhere around this planet, thus overcoming such natural deficiencies and possibly human-caused problems. The dismal performance seen at this Florida location is a testimony to the surface conundrums seen, in general, throughout this region of the world. In essence, out of the almost endless possible orange configurations and substantial fruit benefits attainable through such standard dissemination practices, the Florida specimens currently would rank at the bottom of the quality list and, of course, a far cry from their original Spanish counterparts of which I have eaten practically hundreds, if not thousands (best known location is El Tesorillo, an orchard right outside Algeciras on the road to La Línea as it veers towards the town of Casares).

This singular set of obnoxious circumstantial species traits, specifically causing the development of a most disturbing appearance with the enormous amount of rock-like pits inside each orange will be addressed in subsequent articles…


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This double-sided scan (Note: Not shown in forum at this time) of a 25 X 16 X 10 mm irregular soft rock exemplifies, on first impression, the similarities between a dinosaur head and a bird head. Of course, those are the first-line details, many others surface upon closer observation, including some of the heads of individuals involved in its recent manufacture and deposition along the Essex Park creek bank… For some lucky ones it’s a walk in the park along the ages all in one easy step (This time I was careful not to wash object by brushing it too hard, especially as soon as I noticed the clay-colored bristles). Now, I consider this an item of much higher value than its fine gold dust noticed throughout since it gives a relative overview of how intelligent evolution transcends time and space and affects everything in its path…

Of course, it is easy to first see the hound head at the bottom, but I insist there is also a very clear sharp-beaked bird head image when seen slightly from a higher perspective which this scan side does not completely allow anyone to spot. But I am sure the hunters will, no matter the angle… I am going to sleep; it has been a long night…

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Now that we have come to the full realization that intelligent evolution entails the unambiguous comprehension of the fact that we are an integral part of the overall species and materials mix, thus being one more element that aids in the overall utilization of such finite resources (at least corporeally), we should also look into strategies to better apply the common thought and feeling of “keeping us safe.”

A great axiom to abide by is to embrace the fact that sooner or later we will turn into a “lifeless rock, a piece of other garbage, etc.” This partial inanimate status is possibly what Christian theorists and believers have always termed the “limbo.” Yeah, you (and I) are in a deep state of “suspended animation” which is a vague and mild way to describe one’s hellish quagmire. Let us think of this “activity” as an almost totally sedate, frankly boring, and outright quiet way to contemplate everything else that exists, including those precious stars that make the so-called Milky Way which, in reality, is nothing else but one of many of God’s white hair strands.

And as you (and I) peacefully atone ourselves into such magnificent solace, we cannot avoid but to see how gradually the world turns around us. We are, indeed, a very insignificant part of a larger mountain that “has already been taken” by someone else who won’t give up its integrating substance for eons. So, our little patience gets thoroughly tested not only in the multi-phase aspect of this arduous existence but also in its lagging space and aspect modification engagements that almost allow no promises, since these voids “literally fill and partake with brutal accuracy and ‘furibund’ malfeasance” also often described as natural phenomena such as earthquakes, eruptions, etc.

What I am getting into is simply a vast and seldom discussed panorama where the decisions to form and alter substantial amounts of soil and terrain rest solely with the original makers and owners of this universe, using all available means at their disposal to accomplish such egregious tasks. In this should we call it quasi--pre-or-supra-anthropomorphic environment a key ingredient rests exclusively with our patent exercise of such volitive maneuvers that prepare us to actually break through the hold of massive and entrapping pieces of land, ice, territory, and otherwise suffocating and overwhelming armor, thus eventually and freely releasing our souls back into the welcoming universe.

This staggered, philosophical concept where the predator and the prey can eventually be confounded lies at the crux of such intelligent evolutionary scheme, which in the earlier rock depiction is expressly indicated (also the Mammoth Hunter rock example and others). Here, the hunter not only allows “itself” to be fully represented by using some of the vital characteristics of “its” victim, but it also leaves behind an object which is fully interacting with possibly other alternate objects and beings in such a manner as to impart this kind of knowledge. This circular wisdom approach can be held directly responsible for the future passage of “learned” tactics and strategies that can systematically aid in the attainment of the right progression and objective, as our overall skills and faculties become more dormant and less dependable or active. Of course, as in the case of these reluctant and recalcitrant newspaper editors and internet forum moderators, we have seen that the continuous detraction and elimination of such wonderful learning and entertainment materials not only constitutes a nuisance and a total lack of consideration for our fellow global citizens and species compadres, it actually fringes upon the radical suppression of information which, in time and space, could bode disastrous consequences for those such deprived individuals who now would see their chances of survival in a dismal world almost completely inexistent, letting instead anguish and desperation take over with the redundant effect of staying in those nearly-inanimate loops for eons on end.

And beyond that, that inbred ferocious behavior can only compound their problems to the point of exhaustion and futility… Please, let’s not let that happen.

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Images source: http://www.saroiaketakortak.com/pdf/saroiaketakortak.pdf

To enjoy even more these countryside “primitive shepherd rocks (seles)” please have a song (Edonon – KARELEAN) here: http://www.egaztea.com/egazteaberria/web/top_gaztea/top_default.asp, items seen at pages 100 and 108. I am able to detect a few well-known animals (Capra Hispanica, bison, ox, bat, swine, etc.) as well as some of these “wild men’s faces/heads some even kissing bucolic-style,” plus some contour/nearby light-shadow projections (ferocious man-eating monster…). Quite a world these “dumb” peasant/cattle drivers were used to..!


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Following text extracted from UFO’S & ALIEN’S GUIDE, pp. 3-4, 63-44, 70-71, 73-74, 86, 88, 103, 105, and 108.
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“Note to the Press:
The government of the United States continues to rely on your personal and professional gullibility to suppress the information contained herein. Your co-operation over the past 40 years has exceeded our wildest expectations and we salute you.

(1) "The sun does not revolve around the Earth"

(2) "The United States Government has been in business with little grey extraterrestrial for approx. 20 years"

The first truth stated here got Giordano Bruno burned at the stake in AD 1600 for daring to propose that it was real. The second truth has gotten far more people killed trying to state it publicly than will ever be known. But the truth must be told. The fact that the Earth revolves around the sun was successfully suppressed by the church for over 200 years. It eventually cause a major upheaval in the church, government, and thought. A realignment of social and traditional values. That was in the 1800's.

Now, about 400 years after the first truth was pronounced we must again face the shocking facts. The "horrible truth" the government has been hiding from us over 40 years. Unfortunately, the "horrible truth" is far more horrible than the government ever imagined. In its effort to protect democracy, our government sold us to the aliens. And here is how it happened. But before I begin, I'd like to offer a word in the defense of those who bargained us away. They had the best of intentions.

Germany had recovered a flying saucer as early as 1939. General James H. Doolittle went to Sweden in 1946 to inspect a flying saucer that had crashed there in Spitzbergen.

The "horrible truth" was known by only a very few persons: They were indeed ugly little creatures, shaped like praying mantises and who were more advanced than us by perhaps a billion years. Of the original group that were the first to learn the "horrible truth", several committed suicide, the most prominent of which was General James V. Forrestal who jumped to his death from a 16th story hospital window. General Forrestal's medical records are classified and sealed to this day. President Truman quickly put a lid on the secret and turned the screws so tight that the general public still thinks that flying saucers are a joke. Have I ever got a surprise for them.

In 1947, President Truman established a group of 12 of the top military scientific personnel of their time. They were known as MJ-12. Although the group exists today, none of the original members are still alive. The last one to die was Gordon Gray, former Secretary of the Army, in 1984. As each member passed away, the group itself appointed a new member to fill the position. There is some speculation that the group known as MJ-12 expanded to at least several more members. “

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“In other words, flying saucers are not at all what we have hoped they were. They are a part of something else. John A. Keel called that something else "Operation Trojan Horse."

When one really digs into UFO literature, it readily becomes clear that the ultraterrestrials deliberately conveyed whatever impression that would meet the available frame of reference for that time. Until 1848, the religious frame of reference was constantly used by the phenomenon. As man's technology improved many of our old beliefs were discarded and the "phenomenon" was obliged to update its manifestations and establish new frames of reference.

No more objects were seen in 1947 than had been seen in 1847. We were simply seeing them in a new way. A new game was being played with us. A new game has emerged: the artifact or hardware game. The phenomenon has always obliged us by planting false evidence all over the landscape. UFO cultists trapped themselves into a hopeless situation almost from the outset. The apparent purpose of most of the landings seems to have been to advance belief in the frame of reference, not to provide absolute proof that the frame of reference is authentic.


Physical Evidence

All kinds of junk have fallen out of the sky throughout recorded history. Ivan T. Sanderson has in his files extensive lists that go back to Roman times. Ridiculous things such as stone pillars and heavy metal wheels have come crashing out of the blue, and there are countless cases of ice blocks, some weighing hundreds of pounds, dropping all over this planet. The flying saucers have been spewing all kinds of trash all over the landscape. In nearly every instance, these materials always prove to be ordinary earthly substances like magnesium, aluminum, chromium, and even plain old tin. Each of these incidents give the skeptics new ammunition. Mysterious hollow spheres have also been dropping out of the sky all over the world. Three such spheres were found in the Australian desert in 1963. They were about 14 inches in diameter and had a shiny polished surface. Efforts to open the spheres failed, and they were turned over to the USAF. Other metal spheres have dropped out of the sky in Mexico (1967) and Conway, Arkansas (1967). The Mexican steel ball was identified as titanium, the one in Arkansas steel. Smaller colored spheres were found scattered over the French countryside in 1966-67, as if it had been raining balls there. Where is all this stuff coming from? The same place as the stone pillars and blocks of ice. Innumerable cases of contact and landings have been flushed down the ufological drain because of the deliberate "negative factors." “

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“Our first conclusion is that the UFOs originate from beyond our own time frame or time cycle. Our second conclusion is that the source has total foreknowledge of human events and even of individual lives. Since time and space are not absolutes, these two conclusions are compatible. It is that all human events occur simultaneously when viewed by a greater intelligence. If a greater intelligence wants to communicate with a lower form, all kinds of problems are presented. The communication must be conducted in a manner which will be meaningful and understandable to the lower life form. An acceptable frame of reference must be found and utilized.

UFO phenomenon, especially the "soft" ones, are frequently reflective; that is, the observed manifestations seem to be deliberately tailored and adjusted to the individual beliefs and attitudes of the witnesses. Contactees are given information which, in most cases, conforms to their beliefs. UFO researchers who concentrate on one particular aspect or theory find themselves inundated with seemingly reliable reports which seem to substantiate that theory. John Keel's extensive experiences with this reflective factor led him to carry out weird experiments which confirmed that a large part of the reported data is engineered and deliberately false. The witnesses are not the perpetrators, but merely the victims. The apparent purpose of all this false data is multifold. Much of it is meant to create confusion and diversion. Some of it has served to support certain beliefs which were erroneous but which would serve as stepping-stones to the higher, more complex truth. Whole generations have come and gone, happily believing in the false data, unaware that they were mere links in the chain.

If it were all understood too soon, we might crumble under the weight of the truth. This earth is covered with windows into those other unseen worlds. If we had the instruments to detect them, we would find that these windows are the focal points for super high-frequency waves -- the "rays" of ancient lore. These rays might come from Orion or the Pleiades as the ancients claimed, or they might be part of the great force that emanates throughout the universe. The UFOs have given us the evidence that such rays exist. Now, slowly, we are being told why.

It is also apparent that some entities are having a good laugh at our expense. As mentioned before, literature indicates that the phenomenon carefully cultivated the religious frame of reference in early times, just as the modern manifestations have carefully supported the extraterrestrial frame of reference. The Devil's emissaries of yesteryear have been replaced by the mysterious "men in black." A major, but little-explored, aspect of the UFO phenomenon is therefore theological and philosophical rather than purely scientific. The UFO problem can never be untangled by physicists and scientists unless they are men who also are schooled in the other disciplines.

The earth was occupied before man arrived or was created. That's an important point to consider. The original occupants were paraphysical and possessed the power of transmutation of matter. Man was the interloper. The inevitable conflict arose between physical man and the paraphysical owners of the planet. Man accepted the interpretation that this conflict raged between his creator and the Devil. The religious viewpoint has always been that the Devil has been attacking man (trying to get rid of him) by causing havoc upon him. There is historical and modern proof that this may be so. It is interesting that parapsychologists have long concluded that the paralysis that contactees experience is a contributing cause; that the entity may materialize by utilizing energy from the percipient himself.

John Keel has in his files hundreds of cases, some of which have now been investigated by qualified psychiatrists, in which young men and women obsessed with the UFO phenomenon have suffered frightening visits from apparitions, followed up by mysterious black Cadillacs which appeared and disappeared suddenly, and have been terrified into up their pursuit of the UFOs. The phenomenon is again reflective in nature; the more frightened the victim becomes, the more the manifestations are escalated. Think about it.”

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"We face a great task in trying to isolate the UFO phenomenon from the larger and more important "big picture," the overall situation of which the UFOs are merely a small part. Elemental beings are another aspect of the world we live in. Children see them more than adults, perhaps for the reasons described before. Historical records certainly indicate that the little people have always existed all over this planet; that they possess the power of flight, the power of invisibility, and, to varying degrees, the power to dominate and control the human mind. Accounts of little humanoids with supernatural powers can be found in almost every culture. The manifestations have remained the same throughout history. Only our interpretations of those events have changed. It brought the birth of Spiritualism, which was in its heyday in the 1850s and 1860s, and was just another form of communication between the ultraterrestrials and ourselves.”

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“The trance phenomenon deserves extensive study because so many aspects of it are directly related to the contactee phenomenon. In both, you will find the same contradictions. There seem to be both good and evil forces at work. The good guys latch onto people with particularly receptive minds and turn them into trance mediums and the bad guys use the same methods to tamper with the minds of contactees and even to commit murder indirectly. Since incidents of these types can be traced throughout history, it seems probably that these forces have always been here on this planet. do the ultraterrestrials really care about us? There is much evidence to suggest that they don't. They care only to the extent that we can fulfill our enigmatic use to them. There have been innumerable psychic hoaxes for the past 150 years, and many of these parallel the UFO hoaxes. In ufology we have to contend with the teenager's hot air balloon, and in psychic phenomenon we have to worry about youngsters firing rocks at houses. There are, however, more UFO sightings than there are plastic balloons, and more poltergeists dumping rocks in living rooms than there are wild-eyed youngsters with slingshots. There are also more ultraterrestrial entities than either the occultists or the UFO researchers can dream of.”

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“"We have just recently, for those of you who didn't believe that the Jason Society of the Jason Scholars, the secret group existed, we now have a letter from the Pentagon, with 51 names of the Jason Scholars, an admission from the Pentagon that they hold the highest security clearances in the nation, an admission from the Pentagon that they hold the protocol rank of Rear Admiral, and are treated as such on any military installation or in any government office. There are 6 Nobel Prize winners on that list, there are the elite of the elite of the scientific world, they are the only ones who really know the truth about the technology today and about the real science of physics, because the one that we're being taught all the time... If you send your kids to college to learn physics you're wasting your money because they're teaching them stuff that doesn't work, it's not true, it's not real. Gravity is not what we think it is. There IS a Unified Theory! We already know what it is, it's what makes these craft work. It's absolutely incredible what's going on."”

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“"This is gonna come out, and the reason they're doing it the way they're doing it is they know eventually you're gonna find out that it's all true and real. They're desensitizing you so that you're not shocked, so that there's no collapse of society as we know it, so that the religious structure doesn't fall to pieces, so that the stock market doesn't go crazy, because these were their original fears. Now, there's nothing we can do about the last one because it's already happened, there will be a segment of the population that worships the aliens, even though they're no different than us they're just from somewhere else, and they may look a little different. They are not gods. But there are already people worshiping the aliens and they predicted this would happen when they slapped the secret stamp all over all this stuff."”

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“AQUARIUS is a project which compiled the history of alien presence and their interaction with Homo Sapiens upon this planet for the last 25,000 years and culminating with the Basque people who live in the mountainous country on the border of France and Spain and the Syrians.”

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“RELIGION The aliens claim to have created Homo Sapiens through hybridization. The papers said that RH-blood was proof of this. They further claimed to have created all four major religions. They showed a hologram of the crucifixion of Christ which the Government filmed. They claim that Jesus was created by them.”

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“There will be no further additions or corrections to this information either now or in the future. My file is complete and stands to be judged by history. “

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As a living (don’t know for how long here on Planet Earth but, really who cares at this stage and form?!) Euskaldun/Sun Deputy/Basque, I like the AQUARIUS Project. I hope I am included there and with CAPITAL LETTERS someday!

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Photo with cave researcher/speleologist


Photo without cave researcher/speleologist and with “friends” highlighted as if looking out from rocky background.

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A series of brief comments follow regarding the article on UFOs/ALIENS sent earlier. The complete item was purchased through the StormPay Auctions website for USD1.00, and is available free of charge to anyone interested in the subject (via zip file). The seller is from England and he has his own website, as per emailed info (which I haven’t checked or do I plan to):

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I thought this entire world government-sponsored propaganda apparatus issue gyrated around ultra-conservative radical groups that disseminate supposedly secret/hidden from the masses political and social information with the aim to further confuse the populace and install their own brand of not-so-lenient, cohesive government(s) around the world. Anyone can almost compare one of the “authors” assertions regarding the need for global information being somewhat absurd when these top commanders can simply opt for nuclear to get rid of a few unwanted “souls” which kind of makes me laugh even though this strategy has been “on the table” for decades—why else would a nuclear projectile have been invented—with the utterly ridiculous fact that these extraterrestrials need us/cattle (cow and human blood is pointed out as being interchangeable) for food/bait to keep their hormones/enzymes in balance. Anyway, lots of exotic and quixotic elements intertwined here for the amusement and enjoyment of all parties concerned (even we Euskaldunak/Basques, and our buddies the Syrians, or is it the simians?). Chippers, my horns—since I drink so much milk everyday—are coming back. I knew my wife would have another lover someday!

I fully recommend this colloquial treatise to any persons with a “deep throat” mentality and a morbid desire to laugh at the unknown…which perhaps it might be the only way out after all!


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Image source: http://www.aranzadi-zientziak.org/fileadmin/docs/espeleologia/ERANKIO.pdf

And then, they say women are not brave and should not go to war. I say after looking at this fine lady: Do whatever your great heart desires! Of course, she might not have been told anything about her many rocky friends checking her out… I hope she still has her right hand…

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Triple scanned images from spherical rock retrieved from Essex Park Creek, Rochester, Minnesota, USA, Earth (Rectangle frame added last moment, just in case bird not noticed).


Soon, there will be a worldwide contest in the form a rotation-fitted website where contestants might be able to find items such as the above bird (a type of duck it appears, shown above first detached actual size, etc., with rough silhouettes). I gather that this will be more interesting than the Brighton, Sussex, England, Europe newspaper contest where I correctly identified the exact location of a football—thus the name “The Lost Ball Contest”—in a picture where this item had been erased and people had to judge by the position of the players where it was. Originally, I had thought to ask the question regarding the female cave researcher posing for the last two pictures in the manner: Does she know anything about the actual makeup of the area where she is at, or is she just playing dumb? This approach, obviously, might be more counterproductive than the internet article on UFOs/ALIENS that left me so perplexed that I am still wondering: Gee, after 25,000 years of contact with this great intelligence purveyors, how come we know so little about anything and we are getting so many homosexuals to perhaps topple the population into a degenerate reversal (everyone will have be born artificially inseminated until, of course, we break through the species mold and start all over again! Hopefully, there is still time for that.)? By the way, let’s reiterate the basic tenet here, just in case it lapsed: Nothing is what it seems, and nothing seems to be what it is. Relying on this fact might be, actually, the only way to solve these complex and entertaining visual puzzles, at least to some acceptable extent.

Of course, if this were to represent a duck, the bill is just too long going way down the neck…


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Above images are mere illustrations of the large-scale phenomenon clearly observed at this stage. Therefore, please note the straightforward portrayal of various soil layer (strata) utilization approaches, as well as completely buried underground figurative examples. Soon, the question we might have to start answering is: These faces/heads/images, what exact process do they use in order to incorporate themselves into the general landscape and how does this phenomenon actually happen and to which we have remained practically oblivious for possibly millennia?

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Dr. Miguel Servet, a compatriot from Spain, once left no doubts about the circulation of the blood, which once re-exposed was a directly attributable factor to his unjust death at the fire. Of course, once the smoke cleared his exoneration also left no doubts that all his learning and teachings would be, eventually, put to good use for all of humankind. At this point I vehemently salute and honor Dr. Miguel Servet, while I attempt to continue on his infallible tracks.

The blood is, indeed, the living receptacle where high-end, universally transferable reactions constantly take place. As such, we can determine that this saline solution will have enormous significance when it comes to interacting electromagnetically with the surrounding grand milieu. Back in time, some Spanish believers have committed murder (infanticide) in order to suck the young blood into their veins and thus reach a regenerative dynamics that might have propelled them back into their growing, less painful times. This barbarous, senseless, mistaken, and criminal behavior was at the crux of unfounded thoughts and ideas that once attempted to bridge the realm of immortality.

As it turns out the concept and process of aging is so deeply imbedded within the genetic makeup of every individual organism that to defy it one simply has had no other option than to become a near-lifeless being. This is accomplished via the “dust-to-dust” biblical principle of trans-creation, whereby a little bird ends up completely petrified in a veritable metaphysical transmutation on the head of gleeful warrior of yesteryear.


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Yeah, OK. It’s going to be next to impossible to prove/disprove the following statements and explanations, so I will let them just exist without anyone’s interest or desire to either approve them or dismiss them altogether; so, it goes like this.

The sanguinary/lymphatic system is a complex network of vessels, canals, and secondary irrigation systems which bring nourishment to every cell in any living organism. Hematologically speaking, the thicker and colored blood with its many minerals and microscopic parts acts mainly as a collector of stimulated information which retransmits to/from the heart-brain motor everything that passes through and causes the achieved near-perfect balance to maintain the necessary living functions and processes. So, you can easily see upfront that totally replacing an older person’s blood amount does nothing for the irrigational field which surrounds the vesicles, arteries, etc. but, rather, would tend to confuse the patient’s body and to actually allow the setting off of opposite and unwanted effects.

The most transcendental mission of the blood stream components has to do with electromagnetic reactions, minute explosive phenomena, as well as breaking up, dissolving, and digesting all ingested organic matter. This one of the key mechanisms which temporarily lowers the upper body temperature, right after food intake when the blood is mixing up with these chewed nutrients and it is, in fact, blending and mixing them for the better operation of the digestive track, stomach, esophagus, intestine, etc. In this churning role, the blood itself becomes an agglutinating component which gradually and relentlessly extracts energetic content away from the given source and transforms it into readily recoverable and usable matter. What a great role that is!

In terms of those extremely small outward bursts, what it would be happening is similar to when a pot filled with water boils over, or when the sun’s corona spews trillions of joules of ionized energy into the solar system (using different scales, but using the same singular process identity), some reaching our planet via the aurora borealis, etc. The reason the blood is doing this exogenous energy convulsion is to alleviate itself of extraordinary charges which otherwise would soon deplete its internal power to constantly reprocess and refresh itself. It is kind of a self-cleaning oven effect as well. Thus, when too much energy is suddenly released, parts of its heat element reaches the outer skin layers and this convulsion simply causes our sweat glands to activate and a fresh amount of perspiration is produced, again normally along upper body vents such as armpits, forehead, neck, etc. Please, notice how perceived temperature first slightly decreases followed by an increase, thus one of many related cycles can go on.

The most fundamental role of the blood has to do with its transitional membrane-like configuration at the nano-molecular level and beyond. The fragmented free-radicals are exposed to dislodge effects and they, in turn, lose their grasping ability abandoning their host and returning to receiving universal cages. These vast holding reservoirs contain all the usable energy by the living creatures that use blood as a gift from God, the creator of everything that exists. The only way a person could stay permanently young is by asking God for a reprieve from this unending principle of life (re)flow, and simply allow the new gift to re-enter one’s organism from a new beginning, not just the fluid part, or any surrounding matter, or whatever one might consider. In essence, the source of the fountain of youth needs to be tapped from God Himself who is the only one who really can possibly know where it is at (sorry Ponce de León and other mis-adventurous and misguided Spanish explorers). Trying some scientific pursuit like genetic modifications, gene splicing, ultra-bionic enhancements, and/or other physically-driven endeavor and research avenues is an absolute waste of both time and money but, of course, anyone is free to try and I will be the last person to discourage such laudable behavior.

Be forewarned though: It’s only a taxpayer’s loss, a scam, and a travesty no matter who says what where and when and how.

In the meantime, let’s return to the world as we have come to naturally know it, or is it more like, as it has come to know us…

Please note that the Miguel Servet Forum people have not deleted any of my posts this time around, and therefore I consider their divergent actions with the past of particular interest when it comes to the undertaken circulatory information patterns that currently match the large scheme alluded to above. This splendid type of events should be regarded as evidence for the infinitely large and complex universe where we all live, while they play an intrinsical, albeit extremely tiny, role. Indeed, congratulations to these forum “specialists” who have set aside their personal agenda of mental dilapidation, self-aggrandizement, etc., and accepted instead a humbler, more open, and pluralistic frame-of-thought society. Again, another well-deserved and enjoyed victory for Dr. Servet’s idealisms…whose pristine legacy shall continue ad infinitum. Yeah, I like that guy!

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De nuevo quiero dar las mas sinceras gracias a mis queridos y amados compatriotas espanoles por no haber eliminado aun mis escritos y otras "travesuras" dialecticas. Yo solo espero que Dios os cuide muy bien en vuestra senectud...

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Top image shows—amongst other possibilities--a young elephant rock representation with soil incrustations; bottom scan has a complex, serrated-edge mixed material that was cooked and then formed as a point with white ornaments throughout. Just checked Essex Park (where these items came from a while back) earlier and it is a wonderful sight, with its fast-running torrent, some garbage waiting for me to pick up, still lots of snow, and the ubiquitous great feeling of the outdoors.





Again, a similar broken chunk of black plastic pallet was retrieved recently from Dairy Dept. area at the Hy-Vee Food Store North, in Rochester, Minnesota, USA. The actual item shows even more detail around the bottom area scratches than what is seen via quadruple scan here. This first comparison object seen sometime in February 2007 bears striking resemblance (another image added below).

I am not sure what this is all about, but whatever it is the enigma goes on. I just remembered yesterday how while having a lunch break along the Minnesota side of the Mississippi river a few years ago (bought some smoked salmon at the local fishmonger) I spotted something unusual on the Wisconsin bluffs, just by intently looking in front of me. After having more recently noticed a head near the top of an image of Cheops Pyramid (while browsing internet, also intently), I can now say that both those images are nearly identical (at least in my mind, as I recall the former one). Of course, Yale University-researcher Bingham and others who preceded/followed him either didn’t catch anything of the like/unusual about Machu Picchu or they simply never told us anything about it; nevertheless, it is now beyond any doubt that all these so-called portentous natural sites (wonders of the world), constructions, and diverse materials have something in common (Arizona’s Grand Canyon, New Mexico’s Chaco Canyon, unnamed Zimbabwe hill, Basque Praileaitz cave, to name a few spots of particular interest) which reaches as far down as any of the rocks (and fragments therein) shown in these articles. As it stands, the Grand Theory of Universal Interconnectedness—whether we like it or not—is starting to take valuable shape as its principles gain substance proven beyond refute.

I just hope that I am not already one of those rocks (or spot within) when all this is finally said and done…

Now most of the snow has receded I decided to check on my “booby-traps” that I have been placing around the house to collect Transterrestrial activity evidence. This consists of the well-known tin can lids which are somewhat wind—and-element-resilient and remain in place for me to go and collect them and see what is going on. These “Petri-dish” look-alike specimen collection and analysis have worked pretty well until yesterday. One of the lids ended up being used as a feces/defecation holding receptacle. My surprise was not too astonishing since this type of nuisance-laden behavior had already occurred once at Essex Park, with a yogurt lid secretion. It is true that all the thousands things I would rather write about, one has to sometimes settle for the closest experience and delve on this matter, as if the whole world would revolve around this non-human-or-animal stool deposition.

For me, the time to deal with this shit once and for all is here and now. Then, I won’t be able to regret having placed “anything above my level.”

And so, this material substance is pure “mierda” but not the kind you would normally find in a toilet. This mierda has a purpose and an utter significance, I might add. In fact, I would like to start describing it, as I saw it from less than a meter away, or while holding the lid with my right hand. On first visual acquisition, one is led to think something strange has happened. The substance does not appear to have belonged to any birds, since none have been yet spotted in the vicinity (there is a Kentucky fir (re)planted next to the house which has a nest, but it is well away from the lid location area). Also, and based on the prevalent goose poop found throughout mostly Silver Lake, the color and texture of this material does not fit with such large flying species, not even their close relatives the Mallard ducks.

So far, the only possible explanation is that it belongs to Transterrestrial who simply want to play havoc with my mundane experiments, as if to show me what they think of this whole debacle. The reality is that a semi-hidden race of petrified giants has been stalking all the inhabitants of this Earth for eons and that we are simply a small (ex) increment to their wholly-controlled scheme of things. These giants adopt all kinds of shapes, pseudo-shapes, quasi-shapes and immaterial shapes as well (the entrance to the Praileaitz cave, as seen from a particular angle gives off some of these appearance-disguise techniques, though to fully describe and comprehend such complex utilization of intertwined elements might require a whole another chapter (Just think of this mechanism as writing a million-times more challenging symphony than Beethoven’s Ninth, for example).

Here’s a sample of changing musical tastes: La Cuarta Pared (The Forth Wall) by Grises Sueños (Grey Dreams): http://www.egaztea.com/egazteaberria/web/top_gaztea/top_default.asp

The stool formation, surprisingly, follows the “erosion-patterns” fully evidenced in such places like the Grand Canyon (more on this wonderful natural gift later), and it has also a general resemblance to the Mississippi Valley’s many concatenated bluffs. Its strange form is elongated, same level through its length, with a slight curvy delineation. The understood message is simply this: Stop playing around with this shit and get on the real business of life! Obviously, doing what I am doing is a far cry from that dictate and yet, it all seems to neatly fit into place.

Playing with shit can, of course to some extent, be equated with getting as low as one can possibly get. And so, what are the rewards and benefits, if any at all?

First of all the realization that humans are placed at the lowest and most despicable level of the universal scale of existence becomes totally clear. For us, if we were to use the self-applied similarities with this seldom-referred to scale, this would correspond to the typical connotation of a pig with all that it represents. Anyone can tell a Moslem, go and eat from that impure animal, have a feast, go at it, etc., and we all know what that would elicit: The most antagonistic reaction, filled with hatred and disgust. Well, guess what that’s where we all are when it comes to the larger scheme of things out there, and that is why I am being served this shit, right next to my front window so that I can’t avoid seeing the crude and real message.

So, is there any hope for our race and species after all we have put ourselves through?

I like to surround myself with the worst-class individuals and scenarios, the longer they last the better. For me, every place, every time constitutes a sortie into a major battle, a veritable war theater where every single action, thought and feeling, or lack thereof, constitutes a preamble to my complete annihilation and destruction. This supreme sense of vigilance and self-defense stance makes me be constantly fully prepared for the larger battles and wars looming on the horizon. Getting my fair share of the worst activities and tasks anyone can dish out to his fellow human has been my preferred modus operandi in order to achieve a more astute and appropriate battlefield survival suitability/sustainability for years on end, and this approach is highly recommended by me to anyone here: In other words: Have it easy and soft now, your way all the time, etc., and when the opposite environment starts to play off be ready for the way out sooner than you think… Of course, not! Why else does anyone think that I have aligned these texts with clairvoyant and fundamental individuals such as Copernicus, Bruno, Servet, and other equally talented and well-meaning individuals?

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[LMIV]

Here is something truly far beyond the simplisticisms and vulgarities portrayed as worthy of public interest and ordinarily shown by pervasive news media outlets throughout the modern world, which has deeply gyrated toward its own-dealt oblivious and devious ways:

One of the most spectacular and startling uncovered mysteries for humankind could someday come from reaching a general and lasting consensus and appreciation for God, the Almighty and Creator of all things and beings, both good and evil.

Here’s is what I know—explained to some degree of credibility I hope—on this crucial matter that has mired and divided us for millennia.

The principle governing the existence and execution of all of God’s actions rests upon maintaining an ever-lasting balance between viable construction alternatives; in essence, raw resources that are being created from nothing soon reach a life sustainable status but eventually they too must be sacrificed in order to allow these newly formed spheres and spaces to reach such developmental and active level. God, like a referee, is in the middle of these alternatively empty and filled portions of the universe.

In fact, and to be even more precise, God is part hollow, part solid, part transparent, part exploding, part contracting, and so on; in reality, God can be best described as being everything and all things at once, even where there is apparently nothing.

In the infinite world of outer space, our bright Milky Way galaxy, formed possibly trillions of years ago (and still changing and adapting), occupies an almost insignificant location “seen” floating in the position of God’s chin and/or white beard. One might now wonder, how big is God then, if our magnificent star-studded sombrero is but a mere spot on the lower part of his/her face?

Well, I also have a good answer for this since I have “seen” the entire facial image already (this portrait of God has never been seen by any other human being, I believe)…

Here we go, please get ready for this all readers, young and old, and do not forget what I am writing about right now (as I know I never will, or plan to): God has the face of a man (like they write in the Christian Bible and elsewhere). His (taken the “her” out at this point) face is beyond any possibilities of human description in terms of its supreme beauty, fortitude, and outright fairness. If I were to say that we will all someday be judged by Him and I can hereby state that we will never get a better, more impartial, and absolutely wiser judge… There won’t be any need for witnesses there, since God knows everything and is everywhere at all times, like a perfect team player…

Don’t believe what I tell you here now? Fine, do as you please but then be prepared to attend to the negative consequences…

What else can I say now about God? He is kind, gentle, strong, powerful, and full of joy to be with. In fact, there is nothing that can come even close to such a mystical experience…

I am Luis Manuel Iñiguez Velázquez, your friend and the writing author of the above text lines (please excuse wasting your time, if I did!).

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Se me había sobrepasado por algún tiempo el tema del vuelo libre cuando reemprendí una serie de piruetas aėreas que me dejaron claramente confirmado el que no se me había olvidado nada.

Y me remontė a grandes alturas sin apoyarme en el más mínimo artilugio a travės del espacio abierto manteniendo el pensamiento siempre fijo en el hecho de que esto lo podía hacer.

Por fin terminė bajando a tierra donde las cosas estaban bastante complicadas. Me tropecė con una niña que me informó sobre una de las más poderosas sociedades de nigromantes que controlaba los destinos de la raza humana. Ella me indicó que los cuatro ejecutivos estaban en sesión así que me acerquė a ver lo que pasaba.

Se trataba de un tinglado a base de una media carroza sin caballos, es decir estacionada, situada en el centro de un gran salón mantenido a oscuras con las únicas luces iluminando el interior del carromato, donde se sentaban los cuatro jueces. Uno de ellos no se le veía para nada y parece ser que era el principal, al que los otros le consultaban.

Como ya me suponía se lidiaban allí cuestiones de vida o muerte y siempre se daba un veredicto a favor o en contra del ajusticiado.

Por lo que comprendí al escuchar sus indagaciones y discusiones ellos provenían de los antiguos nubios/egipcios y se habían mantenido al margen de los ámbitos y devaneos humanos gracias a estar siempre en la oscuridad. Es decir que su longevidad estaba relacionada directamente con su ausencia total de la influencia del astro solar…

A pesar de estar completamente rodeados de falta de luz, ellos divisaban perfectamente el escenario circundante de tal manera que mientras les iban llegando el turno a los varios viandantes ellos ya estaban preparados para acometer sus funciones sin la más mínima duda, falta de información y hasta incluso dominaban completamente el sistema horario de audiencias de tal forma que no se les adelantaba o retrasaba ninguna.

Como ya presentaba antes su oficina y simplemente para dejarlo recalcado, la única luz o resplandor que se divisaba allí era proveniente de sus imágenes que consistían en una cabeza y su torso amalgamado, aunque si bien ellos se tapaban el rostro con un sombrero de ala ancha totalmente negro que hacía dilucidar sus expresiones y rasgos prácticamente imposible.

La niña me había intercedido para que la ayudara a salvar a su papá, al cual le iba a tocar su sentencia de un momento a otro. Así que como ella me había ayudado antes a despegar sin complicaciones y comprobó amablemente la buena calidad y equilibrio logrado durante mi vuelo libre decidí echarle una mano en el asunto familiar.

Y para ello me dispuse a entretener a los del juzgado este para ver si se olvidaban de acabar con o bien librar a su querido padre. Mi estrategia fue muy primitiva pero parece ser que funcionó perfectamente y acertė en el cometido: Les hice una distracción a base de mi agilidad espacial de tal manera que mientras sobrevolaba el recinto ellos se iban entreteniendo a base de bien y dentro de un rato ya ni se acordaban sobre el orden de casos a seguir en la audiencia.

Esta falta de concentración mental ocasionó tal sobresalto y descalabro en su sistema de control que pronto perdieron sus estribos y su carruaje se desvió del sendero acabando en un precipicio colindante al vacío.

Al ser este tan profundo y abrupto sus caballerizas se despeñaron por la ladera del barranco sin que nadie los haya podido encontrar o localizar desde aquel entonces.

Así de esta forma tan contundente se puso punto final a su nefasta cabalgadura fantasmagórica dejando que a los potros ya se les volviera a enganchar en su posición normal para seguir forjando nuevas vías en los páramos desiertos de esa gran y a veces angustiosa y terrible soledad eterna… porque el que la dė siempre la recibirá…

Ficha: VueloBajoSept2008

[LMIV]

A number of individuals were spotted playing a very fast ball game in the adjacent forest to the “normal living environment.”

They were at a considerable distance from the main housing developments we normally associate with urban lifestyles.

They run and moved with the celerity, agility, and prowess reserved only to the most extremely gifted of human beings.

As I approached the frondous area I also noticed their dwellings and primary encampment located nearby.

Their huts and/or tents were primarily constructed with interposed/interlocked, elongated tree trunk pieces and shaped to snugly fit one person either lying flat or standing up. The horizontal ones had an overhang over the entrance which was a small removable door fashioned like a pivoting wall.

The setting for their homeland was very abrupt, rocky, and it had a creek flowing through it. It was beautiful beyond words.

Some of the rocks, as I was about to leave, slid down one of the hills, which instantly gave me the impression that they were simply waving me goodbye.

Right before that an older gentleman had used a rudimentary shovel and moved some around.

And also in advance of that action I had met another resident who at one time was a Ph.D. from an eastern university and was elated, together with the “renegade” group, after learning that one of their objectives had been fully achieved since they begun living there some 43 years ago.

This exultation had previously caused the main players group to take off from their ball field into a fast race that left me perplexed as I could definitely realize there had never been on this Earth a faster moving creature than these “humans.”

All along, my mental attempt had been to determine what was the cause for maximum elation and happiness these people were experiencing and so I finally asked the ex-academic gentleman about it.

He deeply mustered his reply and said: "We have patiently waited for 43 years in despair, disagreement, abandon, and hardship. We do not know why, I guess it had already been 43 years and it was becoming burdensome.”

And with that, I also realized it must have been my presence there they were rejoicing since nothing else had apparently changed…

And then I became very happy too…

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[LMIV]

An apple tree can vary in size and appearance tremendously showing a wonderful way to adapt to the changing global environment.

This morning I went out on my usual apple-gathering trip to Essex Park (in addition to tidying up the grounds for the last time this season), where I have found through the years many types of berries, mushrooms, grapes, and now wild apples.

In contrast to the Euskadi/Basque Country’s typical trees which are compact, low-lying, somewhat round and grow in orchards/groves with plenty of free space around, this one is tall and thin like a spruce while growing deep inside a very dense forest; however, this Basque type (we are dealing still with its wild version) was also spotted next to US Highway 60, east of Zumbro Falls, Minnesota, some time ago before road-widening crews eventually chopped it. A similar apple tree to the elongated one from the park had been also noticed along Rush Creek, north of Rushford, Minnesota, near its flow origin a few years ago as well.

Needless to say I have always enjoyed fresh, baked, caramel, etc., apples, with the greatest thing being actually the fact/event of field collection. My current methodology has been faithful to my early formation period when my brother José and I used to go out to our Lizarkola neighbors baserri/caserío/farm where right around their house a collection of ready for the picking trees was located. To avoid bruising and damaging the apples we started by picking the close-at-hand specimens first, and then followed by climbing each tree and ripping off those that were within easy reach. Finally, the dreaded and violent tree shake would come into play causing the more plump apples to fall to the ground in fairly large numbers.

Similarly, and skipping the arduous climb for obvious reasons (not to mention my advanced age at this time), this primary system to obtain juicy and palatable apples is still fully operational. And to prove it I was able to gather a fairly large amount of these tiny apples with which I am now planning a second batch of the extremely tasty compote.

Just finished, hot off the oven, recipe for “Wild Apple Jam:”

Get yourself outdoors and start searching for/picking up some garbage. While you are at it, go for a walk either in the woods, along some creek (also the woods anyway), or wherever you see fit and/or are allowed (I also like highway shoulders). Once away from civilization your eyes need to be peeled on your surroundings more than ever. You might see some animals, hear some birds (not with your eyes, of course), and not to be outdone even spot some fish swimming in the stream.

OK, by pure luck you hit the proverbial jackpot and a massive tree plump full of extremely desirable apples (where is Eve all along?) happens to cross your path—literally. You look up and there they are: The unmistakable, luscious, rich color of a mature red apple! How wonderful! Now the hard works begins, you have to find the apples amongst tens of thousands of fallen leaves, all practically different shades, and never exactly the same, concealing them as if they were worth a million dollars each. So, good luck and get busy, those apples are getting rotten by the minute since it is now November, late fall season.

Having managed to obtain your precious cargo, it is time to individually remove the stems, carefully wash them, and place them inside a suitable kitchen oven. Here is the procedure:

Place apples single layer in baking pan, 350 degree temperature for approximately 40 minutes. Take them out and put in blender, adding a couple bananas, lemon juice, some Vermont sugar-free maple syrup, clover honey, and some Windsor Canadian whiskey. Liquefy and put back in oven (400 degree this time) adding orange peel, nutmeg, Coriander cinnamon, and another shot of whiskey plus some olive oil-based margarine.

The end result will be a viscous (semi-dry) dark mixture that will retain the original tartness/acidity of the Minnesota apple plus it will be enhanced via some exotic spices and so on.

To eat this sybaritic dessert item and enjoy all its fine properties, simply toast some English muffins (for family, company, etc.) and spread on top generously. You will not regret one bit the day you started to go out with the seemingly disgusting goal of ridding your neighborhood park (Essex) of some pestilent and unwelcome debris. And then, your happiness will be essentially blissful, what else right?

Forgot to mention that full flavor will be achieved after blended product has had a chance to cool down…



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[LMIV]

As this person went to hell, soon he was being introduced (or coming afire--not across, since crosses were unheard of here) to some of the heavy-hitters of recorded/to be recorded human history…

Individual 01: I am the antichrist.
Individual 02: And I am the antipope.
Individual 03: I am not material; thus, I am the antimatter in this god-forsaken place.
Individual 04: Antiante here (it almost sounded like “vigilante”)!

Fresh newcomer now addresses cicerone for the first time by quietly asking: What does this last individual actually stand/stood for?

Cicerone: Nothing, really; like everyone else around here.

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