Lemuria was remembered by the Romans. Their oldest ceremony was on 9th, 11th and 13th May, which they celebrated like Hallowe'en. The idea was to make peace with any restless spirits who had died violently or prematurely. These souls were accompanied by those of an ancestral people who had perished tragically in a flood. The Flood! Romulus and Remus were Lemurians, it says here!
Small effigies of the deceased were tossed into the Tiber... oh, that's sweet.... the effigies were called lemures. They had large, glowing eyes. Hence the name given to the monkeys of Madagascar...The word lemures means ghosts in Latin....
Oh, I'm tired. Focus, Jordan, focus.... Nan Madol... Nan Madol, tiny, wet, jungle island... another speck in the ocean!... sea-lanes and trading routes... thousands of miles away...the island has blocks that are heavier than those of the great Pyramid!... many of them up to twenty-five tonnes in weight and elevated to twenty metres. Here we go again!... sixty-tonne boulder lifted onto a platform...two-hundred million metric tonnes of stone!... Some of the walls are four metres thick... no keystones, no arches, just lintels over doorway...no statues, no petroglyphs, no tools, no weapons found on this island overgrown by the jungle...plenty of basalt, though...artificial lakes...stone-lined canals...described as the Venice of the Pacific!...tunnels everywhere!... Why? ...
Tesla discovered that our planet pulsates with an electric current in the Extra Low Frequency range. 10 Hz of ELF beams bounced off the ionosphere, atmosphere's highest layer, to initiate electron resonance 70 miles up and generate dielectric breakdown over storm clouds... shorting out their electromagnetic core and diffusing their energy.... The same electromagnetic circuits are found in severe thunderstorms...The ancients believed this could stop hurricanes before they form! ...similar Mirror Force technology carried out at the HAARP weather-modifying centre in Alaska.... HAARP!...dodgy, very dodgy...
Nan Madol was a power centre to neutralize typhoons! Typhoons plague the Pacific with devastating effect...The typhoon would interface with millions of tons of magnetised basalt...Nan Madol was like a positive/negative battery...Wow!...The storm was shorted out by the mutual exchange of positive and negative electrical forces turning the typhoon into rain!..
So, Jordan. Nan Madol was a weather modification project designed to prevent tropical storms from becoming typhoons! Why? Here it is....
The Banaue Terraces of Luzon in the Philippines...Terraced rice plateaus, 49,400 acres along the Cordillera mountain range.... If laid end to end, the paddy fields would form a line half way round the earth!... Ha?!....50% or so still exists...And to think I'd never heard of them!... The rice fed all of the Lemurian refugees at some later stage in their post-Flood history when they needed to eat again like we do...The electric eels in the artificial lakes jumped the spark and initiated the electromagnetic process!... That is the reason for 92 artificial islets at Nan Madol... ...On the tiny island of Farulep, they used a numerical system in ancient times that expanded to 60,000,000...Wow!...Why?
It says here that the stones could be easily levitated because they resonated at the frequency of gravity! Hurray! That's what Zol said! That's how the blocks lose their weight!... Theoretically possible in modern physics...
So how did the weather thing work?... Blinding arcs of energy flashed from sea to sky, causing a short in the storm's electromagnetic core... Cool!... So agriculture was saved by science... But where did all that basalt come from? Why, from Lemuria, of course! Before it sank! They knew in advance there would be a catastrophe. They were preparing for the worst! They even emigrated to Bolivia. Tiahuanaco was built in a single night according to folk-legend there. After the Flood. Other Lemurians fled to India...
The following morning, I am still in good time for my session with Lucy, so I wander around the streets just enjoying the moment. All of this will continue uninterrupted after my death, the traffic, the shops, the shoppers. I will be completely forgotten. Well, what I mean is, my life won't have mattered. My death won't have changed a single thing here. Not a thing. Forgotten is interesting, though. Forgotten by whom? If I went away for a month, the shopkeepers would have already forgotten what I look like, even the neighbours for that matter. They'd have forgotten me in a month. Eventually, Cathy would get on with her life and forget me. Well, most of the time, anyway. Maria and Jason have already forgotten me, more or less. Jason, certainly. I haven't heard from him in years. But it's best that way. Really. It's best not to let them know. Best to be just forgotten. Everybody else I know who went before me has already been forgotten. That's the way things are. It's a fact of life, Jordan. Deal with it.
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