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Anonymous Coward 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Elizabethan England magus John Dee (1527-1608) is best known in occult circles for the ´Enochian Keys´, a series of nineteen magical incantations received by Dee and collaborator Edward Kelley during a period of Angel/Spirit scrying (1583-1589), which has dwarfed Dee´s other Work. Some researchers have suggested that the ´Wisdom of Enoch´ and the ´Adamic´ language concealed counter-espionage codes, and subtle para-politics designed to symbolically transmutate the collective unconsciousness (his trademark signature ´007´ influenced Ian Fleming´s James Bond). Dee played a pivotal role in influencing Elizabethan England, from the time of his studies at Louvain University (1548). His knowledge of ´Mathesis´ (mathematical magic), ´Theurgy´ (supernatural powers), and interest in geography, mathematics, navigation, and cryptography brought him to the attention of Queen Elizabeth (he served her as Royal Astrologer), who eventually appointed him in 1592 as Warden of Christ´s College (until 1605). Dee´s long-term influence can be found in para-political Workings that are ignored by the Enochian-obsessed occultnik. His personal library of over 2000 books and 198 manuscript codices surpassed Cambridge University´s library and Oxford University´s Corpus Christi College. Dee´s multi-layered fusion of alchemy and cryptography dominates his analysis of Trithemius´ ´Steganographia´ (1606). His ´Mathematicall Praeface´ (1570) to Euclid was highly regarded, as were his writings ´Propaedeumata aphoristica´ (1558), ´Monas Hieroglyphica´ (1564), and Parallacticae Commentationis Praxosque´ (1573). Dee´s ´natural philosophy´ combining Astrological Physics, Hermeticism, Mathematics, and Optics was a transitional bridge between the symbolically rich and evocative language of Magic, and emerging empirical Science. Labelled a ´Conjurer´ in Marian England, Dee´s vast knowledge and intellectual reputation protected him from periodic witch-hunts. rest at this link: [link to www.disinfo.com] |
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Slane 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | inhabiting the regions of Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Polaris, and Thuban. That is right, the boss came from UrSa mAjor you all think it´s ok to believe that they are the fallen ones, good for you. Diani´s totem was the Bear, The Big Dipper, Ursa Major and they wacked her right over a middle ages cave to her counterpart. She certainly did not represent the lie that esposes here that The second star in the handle is where your earthly troubles eminate from. Your troubles are your troubles and the fallen ones whom have no bodies anymore. The Ursa folks may be the only ones who give a shit about the two leggers that roam this shit hole. TIME WILL TELL |
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Fox 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The OP was me. Here it all is and now I´ve add a picture of a Platinum Crystal Hemisphere from the Book. [link to www.freewebs.com] |
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Apocalypse 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "So who´s this dude we´re going to visit now? Tell me about him." I actually knew next to nothing about Dr. Hurtak. I knew that he wrote a book almost 25 years ago, that it contained a lot of religious sounding text and that it also contained predictions of where some of my petroglyphs would be found. He also seemed to have predicted the translation of one of the most significant panels that I had found in Colorado. "Oh. Okay." My instructions were to meet him at a restaurant on 6th Avenue, called The Plantation. The woman who had made the plans said that this was a good place for us to talk quietly and so I envisioned a small eatery with maybe some tables in the back, or a booth, where we could eat some salad, have a coffee and talk about his book. I had the idea that this meeting originated more from his curiosity than mine. But I was also curious and wanted to know how he had knowledge about the petroglyphs in Colorado and Australia. Since I had not had the opportunity to read his book, I really did not have much more to say. I had not been in New York for many years. We left the bus at 42nd Street and walked the grid towards 6th Avenue. It was a long walk and we stopped to buy some coffee at a Starbucks. Sky had an excellent sense of direction, which was something I lacked. She quickly grasped the lay of the streets and avenues and we were soon on the edge of Central Park West and waiting to cross the street. I looked up at the tall buildings in amazement, spilling some coffee on my clean blue shirt as I did. I had hoped it would have had time to dry before we reached the restaurant, but Sky said we were already in the general area. We walked from 6th Avenue to 7th Avenue, looking for a small bistro but there was nothing like that in the area. Instead, the entire block was taken up by a large and very expensive looking establishment complete with a canopy and doorman. "I will ask someone here where the restaurant is..." We both approached the canopy and stopped abruptly as we read "The Plantation." The receptionist was expecting us. She immediately called the manager and owner who told us that Dr. Hurtak would be a few minutes late. They offered to get us some coffee or tea, but I joked about the fact that I was already wearing mine. The inside of the restaurant was huge, like a palace. There were several ballrooms with hundreds of tables and men with tuxedos were busy setting up something in one of the rooms. Within a few minutes, Dr. Hurtak and his wife arrived. He was a man about my own age, maybe a little older, and he had a beard, wore black clothes and had a black skull cap. We had a few minutes of small talk as the tuxedoed men took our coats and led us to one of the large ballrooms towards the rear of the building. As we passed each room I noticed that the restaurant was empty, except for us, and there were men in suits standing at the exits and hovering within a short hop from Dr. Hurtak. We entered a large ballroom where a video player and a large screen had been set up. Dr. Hurtak seemed to be waiting for someone else that was to join us and one of the suited men shortly brought a cell phone to him. He spoke for a moment on the phone and then announced that the Secretary General would be there later and that we should proceed with the video presentation. Sky and I were speechless. As the men prepared to show the video Dr. Hurtak spoke to me, saying that he had reviewed my work and that it was a very important discovery. I thanked him. Then the video began. On the screen we watched as an unmanned submarine showed images of an underwater city, complete with grand steps and rectangular columns. The narration said that the city was off the coast of Japan and alluded to some type of disaster in the past history of humanity. The scene then switched to Egypt and we watched as Dr. Hurtak crawled through an opening in the earth, followed by the camera, and then was inside of a large complex of halls and rooms. I had absolutely no idea what I was viewing and so remained silent when the video ended. We then moved to a large ballroom that was like something out of a movie. The walls were covered with murals and the wait staff were all dressed in formal attire. As we sat and talked, a team of them prepared a long table, 30 feet in length, with dozens of dishes containing every type of fruit, vegetable, meat, fish and foul. It was literally a meal fit for royalty, and it was all for Dr. Hurtak, his wife, Sky and me, with my coffee stained shirt. Dr. Hurtak was interested in the petroglyphs in Colorado. He said that he had assigned a team of people to validate my work and that it all looked very good. He was also aware of the script in Australia, and told me to thank John McGovern for his contribution to the effort. But most important, it appeared to me, was his interest in the work from the Yemen photographs. As I began to describe what these translations revealed he told me to wait, got a tape recorder from his briefcase, and asked me to speak into the microphone. After many trips to the banquet table, the wait staff asked if we were ready for desert. They quickly descended on the table, removing the dishes to the kitchen on carts and returned with more dishes and fresh fruit. While this was happening, Dr. Hurtak looked at Sky for a moment, then moved his head close to mine. "Can I ask you to come with me for a minute, away from the table?" I agreed and we excused ourselves. I could see that Hurtak had given a gesture to his wife and she quickly engaged Sky in some conversation designed to avert her attention from our departure. As we walked to an adjoining ballroom, several men in dark suits followed but stayed far enough to allow our privacy. "Dan, I am going to ask you something because I did not expect that you would be coming with anyone else. In a minute I am going to show you something in my briefcase and perhaps it is something that you do not want to share with your friend. I think it is probably best for you to see this alone. So when we return I will casually show you something and you can look in my briefcase while my wife speaks to your friend. Is that something you feel comfortable about doing?" I agreed. I had absolutely no idea what he had planned or what could be so secretive that it could not be shared with Sky. We returned to the table. The banquet was set in the desert mode and there were many different kinds of puddings, jello, ice cream, cakes, pies and all types of exotic fresh fruit. "Dear, Sky is Dan´s assistant. She will be going with him to Yemen." His wife had spoken to Sky and had obviously sensed that I had shared almost everything with her. Nevertheless, Hurtak did not offer to show her the items in his briefcase. "Well, that´s great. I know you will both enjoy Yemen very much. The people are very friendly there and it is a beautiful country." Hurtak gave me a nudge and placed his briefcase on the table in a manner that, when opened, it obstructed Sky from seeing the contents. He then opened it, shuffled some things, and then stared at me with an expression that read, "Go ahead. Look at this." Glowing Orbs and Osiris Hurtak´s briefcase contained about six color photographs that had been enclosed in plastic. My first glance was at a photo showing Dr. Hurtak, speaking to a small group of people, and was apparently taken by someone in his audience. It showed Hurtak making a gestures with his hands, as if caught in the middle of an animated lecture. What was unusual about it was the presence of a glowing point of light that seemed to be hovering near his head and emitting a yellow-orange light. My eyes opened wide when I looked at the photograph. Hurtak watched for my reaction and quickly shuffled to the next image. This one showed the Doctor in a darkened room, standing on top of a translucent structure that glowed with a blue luminescence. I had no idea what I was looking at, but Hurtak pointed to the glowing under his feet and remarked, "That´s me, standing on the tomb of Osiris." The remaining photographs were very odd. They were again of Hurtak. , He was outside and was surrounded by what first appeared to be several children. But on closer examination, they were not children at all. Their features were muted and somewhat obscured. They also glowed with a blue luminescence. I moved my head closer to get a better look and thought I recognized the familiar big-eyed, archetypal extraterrestrial, reminiscent of Whitley Strieber´s book, Communion. The only difference was that these little people were blue, not gray. They also seemed to be more innocent - like children - and less menacing than the usual agents of abductions. Almost as soon as I had absorbed what I was being shown, the briefcase was closed and put away. I sat there in silence, not knowing how to react. Hurtak was apparently fond of chocolate. One of the waiters kept bringing him small portions from the desert table that consisted of chocolate ice cream, chocolate brownies, chocolate cake and chocolate mousse. At one point, Hurtak turned to me and said, "You know, Dan, you will be seeing some of these same things in Yemen." "Yes? Well I certainly hope so. I hope that we can find something in Yemen that will help the region to have some hope instead of all the misery and hatred. It´s about time for something good to happen over there." I was being an optimist. "Yes. It is the time for that. Certainly things will change now. You have started to translate the fire letters. It won´t be long now." I remembered that McGovern had mentioned the fire letters. This was what Hurtak had called the petroglyphs that he predicted would be found at the dozen points around the globe. The fire letters were to be translated and understood prior to the next "great age," a time that would be marked by some sort of global catastrophe. McGovern had also told me that the "translator" was mentioned in the prophecy, and that, like it or not, I was that person. I didn´t place any significance in this declaration since I had not read the original prophecies in Hurtak´s book. I also was well aware that Doctor Hurtak was a flesh and blood creature, like me, who enjoyed chocolate like any mere mortal. But Hurtak was important. He did warrant the high security that was obvious in the restaurant. And something else. We had been seated for over four hours in an expensive restaurant, manned with a full staff of cooks and waiters, in the most expensive area of New York City. And this restaurant had been closed to the public for our lunch. That spoke volumes about Hurtak. He was someone to be taken seriously. We finished the meal with a round of Champagne. Hurtak thanked me for coming and then raised his glass in a toast. He spoke in Hebrew, then English, invoked many angelic names including Michael, and asked for a divine blessing on our trip to Yemen. It was a dramatic conclusion to a unique encounter. Sky and I were speechless as we walked to catch our ride home. We replayed the meeting in our minds and talked about it on the bus. "What did he have you look at in his briefcase" I knew Sky would be curious about that. She had been giving me looks while his wife tried to distract her, and she obviously felt that she was being left out of something important. I didn´t know how to describe the photographs. I didn´t really understand what I had seen. Putting them in to words would only trivialize them and I suspected that they might actually be real. "There were some pictures of Hurtak and some... lights." Lights. That was all I could say. Anything else was going beyond my comfort zone. What else could I say? I saw aliens? Little blue men? Glowing orbs floating in mid-air? No. That was insane. I must have misunderstood what I saw. "Lights? What kind of lights?" |
Bugle Boy of Company B 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Living within the Pure Harmonics of Peace and Love Will get One There The Buddha Conscience showed The Path (Blue Frequency) The tuning of the Mind and Body Chi(Green Frequency) The Christ Conscience showed The Portal(Indigo Conscience) The preparations of the Heart Chakra to receive this Wisdom |
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Anonymous Coward 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Living within the Pure Harmonics of Peace and Love Will get One There The Buddha Conscience showed The Path (Blue Frequency) The tuning of the Mind and Body Chi(Green Frequency) The Christ Conscience showed The Portal(Indigo Conscience) The preparations of the Heart Chakra to receive this Wisdom ================================= So what happens then, when you turn blue? and put a purple robe on! instead of wearing a red one.... But keep an eye on her in the green! because when them orbs come flying at you, they eat all the red bit until you´re blue in the face! lol |
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Trac 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "But Hurtak was important. He did warrant the high security that was obvious in the restaurant. And something else. We had been seated for over four hours in an expensive restaurant, manned with a full staff of cooks and waiters, in the most expensive area of New York City. And this restaurant had been closed to the public for our lunch. That spoke volumes about Hurtak. He was someone to be taken seriously." Oh, please. |
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Ain SophIA 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Especially where we are being respacialised by the higher cosmic rays of the Milky Way. Have you studied the Pistis Sophia. It really compliments the Keys and I understand that JJ Hurtak has written a book on it. |
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Fox 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I´ve only recently just bought the Introduction, but I´ve wanted to buy the whole book for years now. I first heard about it in 2001, just before I found operation terra. Then in one of those messages at OT Hurtak is brought up. This only intensified my curiousity, but lately I just had an overwelming urge to get the book. I emailed the Academy for Future Science and they told me that there was a store right here in Vancouver that was selling the intro booklet, so I rushed out and bought it. I´ll get the full book hopefully in time, but it will probabely cost alot to mail it all the way over here. I too love some of the threads here at GLP. Infact that is a rather amazing thread right now about the Coral Castle and the extensive knowledge of magnets, sacred geometry, and energy that the creator know about who built that place. Here it is. [link to godlikeproductions.com] I haven´t studied Pistis Sophia, but I´m curious to know what it is? ... I´m also somewhat curious to know more about these study groups that the Academy organizes. Neat stuff!! peace be with you, Tanner |
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Bugle Boy of Company B 12/08/2005 10:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Fox This Thread + BoE + Your Forum + Peace and Love = Å Good View, for Starters [link to www.freewebs.com] Zippety Do-Dah Zippety Yay My Oh My What a Wonderful Day The Positive Leaves of The Tree are singing in the Rain/Breeze For the Rest - Autumn a´i´n´t half Bad |
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