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But who in his (oops, gotta be PC here—) her right mind would murder the “lungs of the planet”? Virgin rainforest, jungle, zillions of trees all frantically gobbling CO2 and socking it away and thereby saving us from heat-death; and here we* are, wilfully destroying all of that? Trees that have been there forever, keeping us cool, now off to the arboreal abattoir?

Or have they were they are they …


much … recently a schoolboy somewhere (or other) playing with his google found to everyone’s great amazement a lost city under the forest over there. Wow. But wait, it gets better—a LIDAR survey found lots of ’em. Some quite big, and all the discoveries when added up tend to rock the ol’ boat of expert thinking a bit.

Perhaps them ancient pyramid things weren’t really built way out in the jungle after all; thereby confuting all the experts who were thinking exactly that and have been for generations. Wait—scientists wrong? Never …

It’s all too much for this old dog, so while I wander off to find some fleas to scratch take a look at this—

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—which I pulled in this evening and snup from—

—this vid here. Less than four minutes (try it, as the actress said to the bishop, you’ll like it) in duration and well worth the expense.


It doesn’t even scratch the surface …

gast me flabbers!




* Speak for yourself, dammit. (I certainly never signed that page …)





Dodo‘cos I’m a driven asker (it means compulsive) (can’t help myself)—

—has someone in various Space Agencies discovered something disturbing that they’re not telling us?

“The largest creator spans 285 miles (460 km) in diameter…”

And when you stop to ponder—

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—how was this wee shot shot? Shotted? (Dammit, photographically ‘taken’?) And how did it reach us across the vast reaches of space? Okay—got here via the miracle of radio waves. I’m hip. But:

But did the clever folks of NASA fit Number 5 (above, morphed a bit*) with a drone aircraft of its very own? Which it launched, and then it flew around in a tight circle to take that ‘selfie’ for beaming back to us inquisitive souls on Earth?

And is the ‘red planet’ really that red, all over, with no time off for good behaviour?

And did wee cutie get there (where it is) by a process of levitation, or did a dust storm erase any tracks since it parked up?


I’m off for a wee walk—which will be ruined ‘cos I’m certain that if there’s a largest creator crittur up there then there has to a be a herd (or more) of smallers. Brrrr. My Bible assures me there’s only one, and He is unique. Perhaps He’s only unique on Earth, but I do not wish to start an interplanetary theological dispute of any kind so I’ll just let it go at that …


Two foxy Goddesses discussing the application of Universal Time


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* Taking any job he can get these days, since he starred in ‘Short Circuit’ (then like any other electro-mechanical star, faded into anonymous oblivion).

2 great minds

devil-29973__340 copyleft this planet recently. Bound for who knows where? Solutions to the 4d equations* perhaps? Or the more rational end-qua-end (as in el finito) …

One refers of course to those two great identical polar opposites: one Prof Stephen Hawking and one Sir Terry Pratchett. Of the two I personally prefer ol’ Terry—he made me laugh. In fact his legacy is laughter**, and where would a religious denier be more likely to find God: in the infinite reaches of space, or between the leaves of a Terry Pratchett novel?

Dammit, not only does Terry make me laugh—the worlds he created are vastly more credible than those between the sheets of any religious exemplar’s bed. Book! I meant book! pratchett_portrait.jpg

I discovered his works quite late in life. (I lie, I allowed those bloody awful covers to put me off ever reading one for years and years.) (More the fool me, then. ‘Nuff said.)

Wit and wisdom~! Ye gods, what more could a thinker possibly want—

“The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they’ve found it.” — Monstrous Regiment

—and often what he puts into the mouths of his characters can sting. (Dammit, I should bloody well know—


Perhaps Hawking and Sir Terence met up recently somewhere in the vast reaches of time and space; it would be an interesting environment in which to be a silent speck on the wall … just specktating; I could contribute nothing but I’m sure they’d be delighted by each other’s company.

“Always be wary of any helpful item that weighs less than its operating manual.”

“They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it’s not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.” 

“Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.”

“It’s not worth doing something unless you were doing something that someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren’t doing.”

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* Death, Doom, Defeat, Despair and/or Disaster (yeah … I can’t count neither).

** Leavened with great wisdoms but so subtly done it hurts to read (go on, force yourself, try it … you may just like it).

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I visit lots of cranks (I heard that—who just muttered ‘other cranks‘?) in the course of my explorations. I look at lots of images, but this one I find disturbing and can’t fathom why. Read on …

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It purports to show a monk-type guy in an ancient man-made cave (you know the ones: hewn from solid rock using copper tools etc etc). The guy is demonstrating how highly polished a surface the ancients managed to achieve a in their underground workings. But:

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But there’s something about the image I find disturbing and I can’t fathom why.

I also had a look recently at Bright Insight’s (one of my most favourite cranks)(such unabashed enthusiasm!) u-toobe posts on Petra. Great imagery, and not once did I stop to wonder how those guys in olden times did all that …

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—and if you visit BI’s webbie (the snap above is your link) you’ll see what I mean. (If his rapt enthusiasm gets to you, just turn the sound off—but frankly, I enjoy it.)

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OH … WOW!!!!


EVERYONE (yes, YOU too, Bub~!)


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and its little buddies.

Disclaimer: in no way do I offer ‘ancient alien astronauts’ as an answer to any questions I raise. 


everyone who has even momentarily thunk about the GP complex has a thought on how the pyramids were constructed. I was taught at school by experts that under the guidance of priests (with whips) they were built by many oodles of slaves towing huge lumps of stone on loggy rollers.

This seems to have been the paradigm of choice right up until recently when the script was amended thus:

(a) delete ‘slave/s’, and in place

(b) insert ‘volunteers’.

But with few answers forthcoming on how such (immaculately carved and squared) rocks—averaging two and a half tons each—were lifted hundreds of feet up. Actually, it seems that nobody knows but everyone is happy to tell us—

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—and there we have it. So uncomplicated—why didn’t we think of it before? I mean, just look at it … easy peasy, huh?


here, have a few shots of a wee pyramid—

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looking up …


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perched upon …


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looking down …

yeah, right, I get it.

Ramps! Hey, why not … worked for the Romans at Masada, no? So that’s the problems solved—just shove a ramp up—but don’t forget that some of those stones weigh seventy tons or more. Oops … extra slaves, please, and put the whippers on overtime.


better. A few of those ‘immaculate’ blocks have weathered since the casing stones came off hundreds of years ago; but even so—

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—I think the pyramid was more its function than its bits. To my uneducated eye that lot looks like nothing more than ‘infill rubble’ (although impressive).


the uneducated were utilised to toss those rubbley bits into place to form a core (complete with chambers and shafts and stuff) while the educated performed the final placings and alignments with superbly dressed casing stones, in and out.


continue to visit the literature of folks who have all the answers, ‘cos I can offer only questions. (The explanation I most adore is the one where they floated the stones up the sides in water-lifts using inflated bladders.)

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Cheaper if you buy in bulk …

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Oh, WOW!




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


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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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).


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?)


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.


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 …*)


“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—

—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 …