shook her head to fight a certain dizzyness, when suddenly she was
watching a scene, straight out of World War 2. In a cloud of dusk
several vehicles were racing along an ancient desert track. The
strike-force consisted of some tanks, trucks, motorbikes, and armored
cars, towing anti-aircraft guns. In front drove a British jeep,
painted over with several swastikas.
a change of focus. She was sitting next to the driver. A young
soldier, who had to fight the wheel several times. The trail was
hardly visible and on some spots almost disappeared. He almost looked
like a boy-scout. He wore boots, khaki trousers and a seaty shirt.
His face though was that of a grown-up; hardened and concentrated.
to him, sat an equally dressed officer. The only difference was the
Iron Cross on the officer's chest, and of course of course the maps
het studied, while pointing directions to the driver.
to the World of Cards.”, a familiar sound. It was the voice of the
Master. “You are doing well. You are experiencing a learning
sequence, which is part of running project. Remember, the card has
chosen it for you. You are looking through the eyes of Heinrich von
Neustadt (an alias), captain operating in the Afrika-korps, Erwin
Rommel's elite-unit, that almost swept away the British forces in
Egypt and would have driven the Allies out of Northern-Africa.
and his task-force are on a special mission. For a lot of gold,
stolen from the Jews in Northern-Africa, Intelligence had obtained an
ancient Bedouin-map of an ancient secret trail in the southern
desert, the route led straight to the south-entrance of the
Suez-canal. The Allied forces were concentrated in the North to face
Rommel's attacks at El Alamein. If the map is genuine, the resistance
would be taken by surprise and Germany ruled over the Suez-canal.
next step in the sequence is “being” the captain. You will
experience his emotions, motivation and combat-abilities. That is
reserved for the second lesson, The card will show you the way. I
will watch and record the process. You don't have to be afraid. For
now, the card will disconnect and analyse the incoming data. Put it
in a special place and go to sleep. You should be tired.”
Laura switched on the light, threw her bag on the bed and look around. The room was spacious and decorated with subtle brown, red and yellow ocre-colours. In a corner stood small statue. Incense was burning before it. What drew her immediate attention was the officedesk in the far corner. She immediately recognised the up-to-date equipment. She automatically started the computer, but then hesitated. She had to get some sleep and a shower. She switched of the light, grabbed her sleepingbag. She stared to the ceiling for a while. It was three o'clock in the morning and she started to realise, that she was experiencing an extreme cultureshock. Outside it was quiet, though she seen some people in the yard, when she came in, she only heard murmuring voices.The usual citysounds, the yelling, the sirens of amulances and policecars and sounds of automobiles were completely gone. She heard churchbells strike, but nothing else. Laura felt her heart beat and her blood stream, “So close, so close.”, Laura murmured. She started her eveningprayers and almost immideately fell asleep.
It was the second knock on the door, that woke her. After seconds she realised where she was. “One moment.”, she said and grapped her clothes and got dressed in a hurry. When Laura opened the door, she first thought that she was looking at the mysterious woman, that brought her here. But she was wrong. “A twinsister? At least a sister.” , she concluded. The woman in black, she met at the busstation, was full of energy; in front of a her stood the opposite. Simple layers of clothing made her look small, her eyes were quiet but penetrating.
“You can call me El.”, the woman touched her shoulder as a form of greeting. “I am Laura.”, she answered. El nodded. “I know, you were expected. Follow me, the Master is awaiting you.”
They crossed the central yard which was dominated by a giant red beechtree. Several people were eating breakfast, which made Laura feel hungry. She had hardly eaten in 24 hours. Under the archway they went down into a cellar. It looked like an enormous library. Several people were studying there and hardly any-one looked at them passing. At the end of the cellar-library was an almost oval, wooden door. “What's the name of this place?” “Some call it Atlantis, some Situ and some the Academy. It depends on your relationship with the Master.” El knocked on the door, which slid aside. “He will tell you everything you want to know.” and directed her to the door.
There was no more time for questions. El seemed to have disappeared. Laura stepped through the door. It was the only thing she could do.
Laura entered a room, which she immediately diagnosed as a total mess. In the corner she saw an unmade bed. The floor was littered with papers, books and discs of all sorts. The room overlooked a waterway and the ancient trees of a graveyard. In front of the window was a giant desk, dominated by three computerscreens. The desk too was covered by sigarettes, papers and piles of magazines. In the ashtray incense was burning.
“Welcome.”, a warm voice said. Laura swung around. Out of nowhere a man appeared. He was dressed in black, Japanese-like clothes and he was barefooted. And he was hugh, at least 7 feet tall. Though build as a giant, he moved with an almost feminine grace. “Come, sit down and have something to eat.” He cleaned a table and grabbed a loaf of bread and a waterbottle. “We will share.” and handed her the bread. Laura tore of a piece and when she put it into her mouth, she felt that is was still warm. Her host filled the glasses and was silent for a while.
“Master,”, Laura tried to be as polite as possible. The environment was pretty impressing. The tree computerscreens were changing all the time and she felt, that most part of his mind, was occupied with a constant flow of data. “Master, can I ask you a question.” Years later, she understood the importance of this first contact. She never used another name ever.
“Of course Laura.”, the Master answered, while taking a sip of water. “Being you at the moment, you need some answers.”
Laura hesitated a moment. “Master, where am I?”
The Master laughed: “Where do you want to be?”
She felt a little bit angry by this answer. Like Alice asking the way from the Cheshire Cat. The Master seemed to feel her emotions. “Don't get upset. There will be enough time for questions and answers. Why not for the rest of your life?”
“The rest of my life.”, Laura thought, “I just arrived here.”
Again the Master anticipated her thoughts. “It took you quite a while, to get here. But I am glad that you arrived here save and sound. It was a dangerous trip you undertook.” Laura looked surprised. “It all started long before you saw the beginning of the end right into his eyes. Tlaloc never forgets, Tlaloc always protects.”
The last sentence sounded like a mantra. Which it was.
In the silence that followed, she heard the rain slashing against the windows. The waters turned grey and she heard hurrying footsteps outside. The sound of laughter.
“You have something in your possesion, that is mine.”
The voice of tne Master was still friendly, but she felt that his energylevel had changed, risen to a form of anticipation.
“Master, I am sorry. I don't know.” The Master raised his hand. “Let's relax. This is an important moment for both of us. Please think and look.” He touched one of the screens. Suddenly she was back in Amsterdam again. Some-one was running through crowded citystreets, throwing over people and avoiding traffic. She heard the breath of the fugitive. Shots were fired and the camera moved even faster. Suddenly the man, she assumed it was a man, came out in the open. The sun blinded the camera, but the next camerashot startled her. She saw herself lying on the street, her eyes fixed on the runner. Near her the fugitive stopped and … “I remember.”, Laura said. “That was you, throwing me the cards.” The Master nodded. “That was in another timeline. But you kept the promise I saw in your eyes.” “Which promise?”, Laura asked. “The promise to save the cards and bring them back to me.”
Laura searched her bag and got hold of the deck. “I cannot remember, that I took them this morning.” “You did.”, the Master. “Come, let me explain you something about cards.”
El drew the curtain closed. “Better for the effects”, she said and sat down again. In the meantime the Master shuffling and reshuffling the deck of cards, Laura had brought to him.
El was right, the dimming of the light, showed immediately that the cards started glowing and emitting energy in all kinds of colours. A ball of light formed around the Master's hands.
He laid the cards carefully, in a single pile, on the desk in front of him.
He looked at his two students and picked the top card from the deck.
“You always have to remember, that these only objects; tools you may use, but not depend upon. This is technology to enhance your own, human, abilities. With a certain type of card you can communicate with several people directly. All over the world. The card organises the constant imput of information, selects and performs simple tasks, like paying your bills.
The card is a giant storage-facility for your personal data, media-access and library-facilities.” While the Master was talking, the card he held vibrated and even seemed
The Master broke the spell, by laying the card on the table. At once an egg-shaped screen appeared showing images of a surveillance camera, showing a cellarlike room, with windows looking out on willows and a small stream, The rooms was filled with screens, media-hardware, chairs, a large table surrounded by wooden chairs, lots of books, disks an pamplets, seeming unorganized. Near the windows stood a big desk, filled with, what the Master called “stuff”, and a hugh screen, divided in numerous, active 4-dimensional cubicles. On an old oaken chair sat a man, dressed in black, playing with a deck of cards.
Suddenly Laura realised, that she was looking at herself and her environment. El laughed. “It is a strange sensation, to see yourself.”
“This is an extra spider-app used by the card. The global data-streaming network has been hacked, so have the main-computers of every intelligence organisation, except the North-Koreans.
A switch to the White House is possible. The Americans know this, so they developed anti-spying and disturbance technology. Which computers were hacked as well.”
The Master picked two cards from the deck. “These are the first two cards I give away in a long time. If you want to have a card.”
El en Laura nodded speechless.
“The card works two ways. It will learn from your habits, but also tunes in to the study and courses and groups you participate. It becomes your “little helper”. A personal program will guide you in the beginning. But remember, it is just a piece of ancient technology, a tool.” The Master handed Laura and El each a card. “Take good care of it. The card will make known to you when it is fully activated. Follow the instructions.”
“It feels like a seance.”, Laura thought, when she watched her fellowstudents. “A representation of all the continents, including Atlantis”, El had said, when they left the office of the Master. “Keep your card well. The best place is on your body.” She looked Laura in the eyes, her eyes were glowing. “I will.” Laura nodded. On her travels she always kept important papers and money in a small, waterproof wallet, which was hidden under her clothes. It saved her from a lot of trouble, several times. “I will see you at three. There is a special lecture from Jian. It can be quite special.” She nodded. El greeted her by touching her arm, turned around and left. Laura had no idea, where her room could possibly be. She didn't dare to ask, because every-one she saw, was looking extremely busy. She climbed a stairway and suddenly saw the morning sky. After a few steps she entered the inner garden and saw her room on the 2nd floor. She didn't feel hungry, but could use a cup of coffee. She saw other residents and visitors eating and drinking. But again, she didn't dare ask and hurried to her room, the card still in her hands.
Her room had been cleaned and her bed was made. All other things had been stored away in a typical Dutch wooden chest. Could have belonged to a sailor. Many had set foot ashore on these shores, over the ages. Some stayed, some died here and others left, leaving the city with a tuberculosis epidemic. In a way the locals stood with their back to the Frisian homeland and with their face to the sea. A local dialect developed into a real language. One way to distinguish the town, which claimed to be a city from the year 1234. They were wrong, as with many things. The city and its environment had much older roots than officially recognised and celebrated. Leading all the way back to Atlantis. Laura set on the bed and felt a bit dizzy. In normal circumstances, she would have rolled a joint. But she had no idea, which rules they had set up in this place. Having the atmosphere of a monastery, smoking was probably forbidden. She studied the card in her hand. It was slightly bigger than a normal playing card. On one side were the red comorans holding a golden shield, with an image of the “All seeing eye”. A symbol which also dated back to Atlantis. The other side of the card was greyish-white, but had futher no picture, except from some weird symbols on the left side. Laura took a deep breath, tried to empty her mind and concentrated on the card. Immidiately she felt drawn to the card and she held it close to her eyes. After a few moments she literaly experienced a mental connection. The card started to glow and she looked into hurling clouds.
doodstraf werd voor Nederland, ten tijde van vrede, in 1870
afgeschaft. Na de Tweede Wereldoorlog werd 152 maal de doodstraf
opgelegd, waarvan er veertig door het vuurpeloton werd uitgevoerd.
Voor 1870 werd de doodstraf regelmatig opgelegd. Dit kon door het
zwaard of door ophangigrachten en waterlopen. Daarvan werd druk
gebruik gemaakt om groente, aardappelen, turf en andere handelswaar
met bargen aan te voeren. Ype treft Aafke op de Spekmarkt, waar
ze met sjouwwerk bezig was. Hij loopt op haar toe en waarschuwt haar
nog een maal met de woorden: "Aafke, beraad je". Aafke
blijft weigeren. Hierop trekt Ype zijn mes en steekt zeven keer toe.
"O, mien arm kien, mien arm kien", waren haar laatste
woorden. Dokter Ansingh, die men te hulp heeft geroepen, kan niets
meer doen. ng. In de praktijk werd dit laatste toegepast. De
executies in Friesland werden te Leeuwarden uitgevoerd. De spotnaam
voor de Leeuwarders herinnert daar nog aan: galgelappers. Op 23
maart 1860 werd Ype (Baukes) de Graaf uit Workum in het
openbaar opgehangen. Deze executie, die op marktdag werd gehouden en
veel publiek trok, was de laatste, die in vredestijd werd
voltrokken, voordat de doodstraf werd afgeschaft. Ype (Baukes) de
Graaf bracht de meeste tijd, die hij buiten de gevangenis
doorbracht, in Harlingen door. Hij was al op jeugdige leeftijd op
het slechte pad geraakt en op 18-jarige leeftijd wordt hij wegens
herhaalde diefstal tot twee jaar tuchthuis veroordeeld. Hierna volgt
al snel een tweede veroordeling: geseling met een strop om en 7 jaar
tuchthuis. In 1843 wordt Ype veroordeeld tot geseling, brandmerking
en 8 jaar tuchtschool. Na deze straf blijft hij drie jaar op vrije
voeten om uiteindelijk toch weer tegen de lamp lopen. Vijf jaar
tuchthuis en geseling was dit maal de straf. In Harlingen, waar
hij gedurende zijn vrije jaren verbleef, had hij kennis gekregen aan
Aafke Monsma. Zij trouwden niet, maar toch kregen ze twee kinderen.
Een van de kinderen overlijdt jong, de tweede is vijf jaar oud als
haar vader in 1859 vrijkomt en weer naar zijn gezinnetje terug wil
keren. Aafke wil echter niets meer van hem wil weten. Ype dringt
aan, maar Aafke blijft weigeren.
Ype Baukes de Graaf druipt af, maar
op de avond van vrijdag 2 september slijpt hij in de Spoketuin bij
de Kerkpoortsbrug zijn mes aan beide kanten vlijmscherp. De volgende
morgen al gaat hij heel vroeg naar de aardappelmarkt. Hij neemt aan
dat Aafke daar aan het werk zal zijn. Harlingen kende toen nog vele
Haar moordenaar was ondertussen de stad uitgevlucht, maar keerde
al snel terug en deed alsof er niets gebeurd was. Politieman Westra
herkent hem echter en houdt hem aan. Op weg naar het politiebureau
dreigt de samengestroomde menigte de arrestant aan te vallen. Agent
Westra kan dit maar met moeite verhinderen. Op het bureau geeft Ype
Baukes de Graaf al snel toe dat hij de moord heeft gepleegd. Verder
vertelt hij ook van plan te zijn geweest zijn dochter te vemoorden.
Daarna had hij zelfmoord willen plegen. Op 7 november 1859 werd Ype
Baukes de Graaf door het Provinciaal Gerechtshof ter dood
veroordeeld. Zijn verzoek om gratie aan Koning Willem III wordt
afgewezen. De uitdrukking "Aafke beraad je" werd daarna
gebruikt om iemand, zij het gekscherend, ernstig te waarschuwen.
I don't know much about nuclear energy and radio-activity. These kind of ecperiments were banned from the Empire, a long time ago. Far too dangerous. In our education on the Academy we learned about the chainreactions that occured, sometimes destroying a whole planet. Creating something by way of explosions is a very rude way to change and manipulate the human environment. This kind of technology was secretly introduced in England and the US in the 19th century and had taken over the world. Most of the ernergy was spend on mobility. People and products circled all around the world. By boat, by train, by plain, bust mostly by car or truck. Speed is a drug. Moblity was said to be the engine of capitalistic economy, better said it was the growing infra-structure infra-structure which consumed huge amounts of land and building and maintaining roads, viaducts and parkinglots costed a fortune. Most of it will proven to be wasted. When on a day people's car won't start, it may be the end of an area and a way of life. Probably caused by not enough oxygine, because trees and forrests were all cut down, the harmony of the cycle destroyed and the oxygen-levels dropped. At first no-one noticed, but after some years fatigue, exhaustion and prolonged sickness became a world wide epidemic. Wearing a mask outside became necessary in the 21st century (China, India). Next step were oxygenmasks and places where you could breath a bit of “enlightment” for a while.
The bigger and more refined the nuclear tests become, the bigger the long term effects. Nobody realised, yet, that the testing of a nuclear bomb in North-Korea would eventually lead to a massive earthquake in Japan. Killing thousands, but the result, ironically, was a dramatic accident in a nuclear powerplant. The chainreaction had gotten out of control. The more water was used, to cool down the plants, the more poluted water would reach the sea.
Millions of liters of polluted water are pumped into the sea. Government officials explain, that the ocean will make the radio-active element disappear, never to be found again. Currents will spread it all over the Pacific. A huge amount of water. Strangely enough recently caught fish already contains abnormal amounts of isotopes. This is called the Law of Attraction. Nuclear residu sticks together and when split it will do its best to be united again. This is no problem for older people, they will die before the decay through radiation poisoning begins. Children and the unborn will be the real victims.
The world is seemingly changing fast, but the basic powerstruggle, which is going on since “Creation”, is more visible, than it has ever been.
But man's knowledge of the past is dwindling and what remains, is washed away by fear.
This is a deadly drug, which makes the addicts (us) wax in their (being the less than 1% and their “alien” overlords) hands.
Sun Tzu, who was a briljant Chinese general, wrote that studying (spying upon) is the first step to win the war. It may even be possible to win the fight right there.
In wartime dimensions and divisions are pushed towards the core (the battlefield, a submarine, the individual soldier or a tankcrew) and so are the entities, that rule and control. They gain power by emotions, especially the fear of death and start interfering with human affairs. During World War 1 and World War 2, both sides had support from “the other side.”
That makes miracles possible (whole armies disappeared), extreme luck (Adolf Hitler) or the fact, that important information ( battleplans, strength or even people (Hess)) got into enemy hands. But these miracles happen(ed). A Illuminati-courier got hit by lighting. Secret-messages were exposed and Weishaupt's global conspiracy, were brought into the open. Weishaupt fled the scene.
British-intelligence could lay their hands on the Enigma-(de-)codingmachine and cracked it. After that the Gernan “U-boote” did not stand a chance on the Atlantic.
Some say, that entities from other dimensions (demons. Archons, fallen Angels and their offspring or Djinn) play an important role in this.
This is the field we are going to study from now on.
Everything I communicate, I consider to be (a) truth, untill proven otherwise.
When you tell people, that praying for the sick cures them and makes the patient leave the hospital sooner, even the patient shakes his or her head. But it is scientifically proven, as was the decline in crime in Chicago, when guru's from different sects meditated for 400 hours. Since then Seatle places “dolmen” (big standing tones) on local ley-lines and earth-grid powerpoints to create peace and harmony.
These are the answers for the future, when these earthrituals are performed on a massive and coordinated scale, the dominant problems of our age: agression, racism, slavery, discrimination, hunger and sickness, will gradually diminish and disappear.