there’s this, bullshit-less REAL writing— down there


—written in a way I’m very grateful I can’t. I just hope the comment I left there won’t be misinterpreted …




Screen Shot 2019-03-18 at 10.07.29I’m not.

Much … I can’t be bothered with questions of unanswerable complexity. So instead of trying for answers I simply accept what I’m told by experts—any wee doubts bellowing in the back of my mind get ruthlessly fertilised until tiny becomes universal.


I keep ending up back in the past, trying to balance what our recognised over-powerful experts tell us—against the good ol’ cynical WTF?


has to be (one of them, anyway—) the immortal words of Jules Verne in one of the favourite books of my youth:

mobilis in mobile

(English translation, of course) which loosely translated means that “Everything, Bud, is moving—and you are moving in it~” … brrrrr.


have a beak at this:

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—being of course, a sketch of the famed GP of E (a pile of rocks very strictly under the control of one Dr Zahi Hawass).


The sketch shows the pyramid with shafts set at angles. Fair enough, too. For some reason they were called ‘air shafts’ but for some other reason some never reached the air. (Don’t ask me—I’m just a dum dog.)


So: the consensus seems to be that “the shafts were actually aimed at particular stars” … and, furthermore—

I believe that nobody actually knows

  • when the pyramid was built
  • how the pyramid was built
  • why the pyramid was built

(although some cranks do say it was built by a pre-flood civilisation for purposes not yet understood; while others say it was thrown together by a megalomanic king as a tomb. Myself? As a fully qualified crank I’m in the first crank camp. However …)

Claims are mede for the shafts aligning with particular stars and/or constellations.

Using the most basic of canine reasoning I ponder such conclusions. Nobody knows exactly when these rocks were thrown together to make this heap*. Ya gotta know ‘when’, no? … Stars are moving targets, they gallop about the sky with mad rapturous abandonment and entire constellations change position with the seasons/aeons.

So if the shafts align … it can only be sometimes; and given that the universe is ‘mobilis in mobile‘ it really could have only ever been the once, and that on the date of construction?**

Given too that it took longer than that (Flick!) to construct, perhaps we are thinking date of dedication here; and to be exactly precise perhaps the very hour/minute/second when the builder smashed the bottle across its bows and named it?


How can anyone know what stars the unused shafts were pointing at, and when?

All, I think, is conjecture.


Don’t get me started on the Sphinx …

chimp rocks

Stupid nut! Stupid nut! Stupid nut! Stupid nut!


dodododododododododo                   dodo

* Or how. At school (and for years after) we were told zillions of well-whipped slaves dragged those stones across the desert on loggy rollers. (And folks actually believed that? I certainly did …)

** Let’s not get too picky: to drag in Great Years (roughly 26 kiloyears) is to upset nice people even more … tact, ya gotta be tactful …



and all who sail in her. Profits for prophets, and prophet to the propheteers … damn: just bit my tongue. Anyway, moving on—

This snippet I just snup from Wikipedia refers to the aforementioned ‘sleeping prophet’ who apparently from beyond the grave (gravy boat?) controls access to Egypt’s most important sites:

down there

Line, black, thick

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Line, black, thick


yet earnest questions:

  • what did he (Cayce) know that we don’t?
  • why is that knowledge apparently THE driver behind the too earnest Dr Hawass—
  • —and his faithful sidekick Lehner?
  • and why do they prevent fully open real-time investigations at Giza?


I know, I knowwe can’t have every wild-eyed Atlantean-minded space-aliens Crank running around uncontrolled, ‘scientifically’ excavating (with dynamite to hurry/ease the process) (been done before, by ‘experts’)*—

—but who was THE biggest babbling burbler about ‘Atlantis’, hey? Who was it kept telling everyone (whilst he was was asleep, too—no mean feat) that “in Atlantean times you were a priest…” and such things?

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Edgar Cayce was a charlatan whose influence even now controls arguably the most important archaeological site/s in the world …

… or he was correct; in which case I’d owe a few apologies and would willingly deliver them given proof to that effect.

I suspect it will be a long wait for such proof—which if it came would rewrite the history of humankind completely—sure, we’d have no option but to keep all our wars and explorers and discoverers and things; but if such knowledge were ever proven and emerged from the realms of the fairies to everyday life—what would be the effect?

No wonder the believers believe they are doing good things. Too many books would have to be rewritten, for a start … brrr.

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Used explosives to ease and hasten the search for Pharaoh’s riches in the Great Pyramid, the laugh (if there is one) was on them ‘cos the GP was never a tomb. Not for nobody, never … so why does Hawass … oh, never mind. To go down that track is to get into their box with them … but I, for one, cannot credit ‘sleeping prophets’.




Occam said—

“The simplest answer is often the best”

—or words to that effect.

Simple is good.

Looove simple.

Simple rules~!


I have my theory wrt Time Travel, namely:  ’tain’t possible*.

Now, get thee to U-toobe—there you will find no end of (some of ’em quite convincing) clips of Time Travellers caught in the act.

Human OOPARTs, in fact.

can o' worms

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia~”

“What’s an ‘Oopart’?”

“Acronymically speaking, it’s an Out Of Place Artefact, Ma’am.”

“Oh …?”

“If they discovered an undiscovered tomb in the Valley Of The Kings, Child; and on breaking the seals wandered in to find an iPad in the mummy’s grip—that would be an OOPART. The iPad, not the mummy.”

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I state again—


—that any such imagery is simply at best a misunderstanding or (at human-naturest) an attempt to deceive.





(and never shall be.)

Not unless God rewrites the laws, which of course would mean Him going back to beyond the Big Bang itself and starting over. (God being omnipotent it should present no problems.)

And now, a frivolous point germane to this issue—

—in the ‘time’ it took you to read this, how far through space has this entire planet shifted? And your location on the surface of this spinning orb? (Even just sitting at your desk you’ve covered a few miles.)

So:  what …

… would it take in mathematical sums to calculate just the vectorage to get you back (say) one teensy weensy little hour?

Goof even a wee bit of a minifraction and you’ll need a space-suit, or a shovel with a long handle—ya gotta be precise; just one squillionth of an inch of error and quite a few of your molecules will be arguing furiously with foreign molecules over who has rights of possession to the co-ordinates you’re now in—and I don’t think yours will win.


for some reason I keep thinking of these things—down there

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… effectively irrelevant but that’s my wandering mind for you.






* Other than going forwards 



I offer this ‘cos I know that most folks lack the WTF drive that powers moi (and many don’t give a BRA anyway) …


you have never heard of this mechanism before I salute you as someone who lives in a different time warp from We, The Curious. (Not a major—I’d never heard of it either until I first came across it some decades ago when researching other crank stuff.)


it’s a wee analogue computer. (Nothing new in that, the navy and other murderous thugs have been using ’em for decades—most helpful when humans can’t do all the necessary sums quick enough.)(Never enough slide-rules around when ya need ’em.)


the technical achievement in carving all them gear-cogs and things way back then was gob-smackable enough—

—but what really intrigues me is the knowledge*  that went into “writing the programs” (so to speak) for it. The six honest serving men alone can’t answer sufficiently to satisfy me, so I’ll go back to gnawing my favourite bones (which is often more better than being ignawed) …

chimp rocks

“Crack, damn you, Stupid nut—or I’ll get tough …”

* Acquired by whom, researched by whom, how, and with what, hmmm? (Don’t ask … beyond here be monsters …)


doth not a winter make …

But a snowflake can make the easily led dip into their bag of wotiffs—


for size— down there

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—if you like Ozzies it may ring your bell, especially if you’ve read the famous UK nut Gavin Menzies and held some of his ludicrous claims in mind whilst watching a Plummtree video set in New Zealand—now here’s the point: tie ’em both together.

Ye gods, it gets complicated being an old dog of eclectic interests. And don’t be offended if you’ve figured out that the above image is a bare butt

(quite rightly so, it is)

—it’s Buddha’s very own personal butt.  So it’s holy, and thus inoffensive. “Holy things,” we are told darkly, “cannot be offensive; and in fact must always be treated with the greatest respect~!”

… … moving on: If you want to go to the source of the image and the tales that go with it


to be enthralled.

Or not be enthralled.

I rarely hold anyone in thrall these days but the Plummtree video does—possibly unwittingly, it ties in. I’ll leave it to you to do the sums.

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—And the video ties NZ to Menzies anyway, so what does that have to do with a bare-bummed wee Buddha? Ha! I’m just an old mutt with nothing better to do …




from (before)

his grave.skull & bones

But does he make any sense?

“If the heretics manage to get onto the field, then the goal posts are moved, and if that doesn’t work, then the rules of the game are changed. It works. Unless the challengers can pull off a flanking movement to keep the controversy fires burning…”

To me, yes—a good case, loud and clear. A universal …