DON’T

TAKE MY WORD

for it. Go there (web) and look for yourselves. Look, and you might see, or not.

AS SOME MAY

have figured out by now (oh, wow~!) I’m a sort of a Conspiracy Theorist nut. So I shan’t go into detail, just re-iterate that there’s a lot more to ancient (Egypt especially, and others) monuments than meets the eye.

Here, have a nice pile of rocks—

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MY MOST VERY

favouritest is the GP of E. Anyone who’s looked at the GP as a topic has an opinion. I was taught at school (by professionals!) that the GP and siblings were tombs for the rich and powerful, etc etc, and I gobbled it all down with rapt abandonment.

Nowadays I compare what the acknowledged experts allege versus us cranks and nutters. Nutters hold more credibility although fewer credentials (go figure).

TWO OF THE BEST

credentialed are the charming Dr Zahi Hawass (public relations expert par excellence, a born negotiator if ever there were one) and of course his sidekick the clever Dr Mark Lehner.

Lehner has to be clever, he’s a doctor, and when I poked very very briefly into his source discovered he was something to do with Edgar Cayce—

gast me flabbers!

oh … WOW!

—the so-called “sleeping prophet”. Any form of prophet raises my hackles, brrrr.

But ol’ Edgar was even better—with no medical training at all he could be confronted with a medical problem, put himself to sleep, and whilst asleep his Atlantean spirit guides would diagnose the problem and give him the cure which he would pass on to a grateful victim. Lehner was rapt with this guy? (Any reason why not? Hmm?)

BUT I DIGRESS

and before I digress to infinitem I’ll give you this wee snippet of what our GP of E looks like inside—

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—all four hundred and eighty feet high of it, all six decimal 3 (give or take a few dozen) million tons of stone blocks of it (some blocks seventy tons or more, somehow hosted waaaay up and immaculately emplaced) etc etc.

To cut to the chase here—

I don’t believe it.

Wot?

Yep. I have no option but to believe in the GP of E, or course, it’s there and rather hard not to … but I don’t believe it was constructed by well-whipped slaves dragging rocks on sledges up earthen ram—

“Mr Argus! Sir!”

Oops …

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

“That’s old hat belief, Sir! Modern thinking is that they were all volunteers; and any whipping would have been optional and only on request—”

(Bugger … all those years of compulsory schooling wasted …*)

“Glop?”

“But the nice Mr Cayce was right into Atlanteans, Sir … so I suspect the nice Dr Lehner probably is too—which might add weight to the Conspiracy folks who believe that such believers are withholding vital information …”

“Enough, sweet child! My furry head is all a-spinning! Dammit, I trusted my teachers! They were clever, the cutting edge of tuition, thought, applied reason and philosophy—”

“So is Hawass, Sir …”

“And Lehner?”

“The Atlantean Prophet follower guy? Yes, Sir. Indeed …”

Actually although it’s been many years since I read books on Cayce I was just now intrigued enough to Google (noun become verb—that happens a lot lately) and came up with this—

https://www.edgarcayce.org/the-readings/ancient-mysteries/seven-prophecies-yet-to-come/

—which may help explain some of Lehner’s deep involvement with his Sphinx. And to my mind, although Hawass is emphatic and passionate about the involvement in the creations of the Giza complex by Egyptians, I doubt very much that they would recognise him (and vice versa) as of the same breed.

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oooops … I could be wrong …

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* Mine, not hers. ‘Twas ever thus …

 

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SQUAWK~!!!!

OUTRAGE!!! 

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SIN!!

EVIL!

That such behaviour should even exist …

… in a ‘civilised’ (it means one that worships Jesus)(or elderly paedophile sadist warmonger BS artists) nation.

Eeeek!

YOUR QUOTE (brrrrrrr~!)

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Ye gods … I wouldn’t like that guy furious with me, brrrrr. No wonder his clientel flock stays in line. Quoting further—

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I could analyse and rebut that lot but I shan’t. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof (or wotever); so let’s move along—

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AND LET ME MAKE A CONFESSION

at this point I am a wee bit confused and unsure whose side I’m on. If it’s the side of guys who want freedom of access of literature to poor ol’ hospital patients, I’m all for it. Provided that no literature is censored out of such access (even Islamic cra (oops) violent & vicious propaganda).

IF ANY

propagandic literature is to be allowed, all must be, no?

How else can thinking people make informed decisions for themselves? So I would suggest—

Dodo

—that anyone wishing to dump their unrequested recruiting propaganda on the tired, weary, oppressed huddled masses in bed yearning to breathe free be allowed to do so provided only that—

(a) the victims are spared the concomitant lectures, and

(b) all weapons be left with security before entry, and

(c) they have absolute freedom of choice.

YOUR CLOSING QUOTE

from the same source—

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—to which this tired old dog can only add a jubilant

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oops …  finger down

Big G, bigger

“ARGUS!”

“Yes, your Godliness?”

“Well said, Dog. There’s a bone for you at my table.”

wag wag wag wag

(a thought, will the good Rev Robertson be there too?)

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“Will so!”                     “Bloody well won’t!”

 

THE LORD TOLD ME,

devil-29973__340 copysayeth the American (where else?) televangelist “I needed a fourth jet.”

I’d give you the source of the news article that jangled the cash in my pockets but it’s a print article in a recent NZ newspaper. Don’t fret, just google the headline as it appeared—

“The Lord told me I needed a fourth jet, televangelist insists”

—and you too may find enlightenment. But wait, read now and it gets even better (just be careful what you read about)—

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—and it gets even better when the nice, honest, sincere, God-fearing man further explai  justifies himself—

“Now people say . . . can’t you go with this one?” he said, pointing to a picture of the plane he uses. “Yes, but I can’t go it one-stop. And if I can do it one stop, I can fly it for a lot cheaper, because I have my own fuel farm. And that’s what’s been a blessing of the Lord.”

—don’t ask me. I have no idea what a ‘fuel farm’ is (but I guarantee they don’t come cheap*).

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“Hey, you! Yeah you, Bub! Yer name Argus?”

Oops …

Brrr. Moving on, perhaps you, too, could ask The Lord for one of these blessings—

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—and until ya try ya never knows ya luck.

Sufficient unto the day is the televangelising thereof so I’ll leave you with this thought—

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