The C130H Raptor control and command center over the Caspian Sea has been ordered to instruct certain Special Forces already in Iran to converge on Kasht-E-Kavir desert area. Our hosts will provide round the clock security until we figure out what to do with this - the greatest archaeological discovery in the history of mankind. We are en route back to Shamballa and I get on the horn with ODIN himself.
"I have a speech to make and not much time. I've got the images in front of me here on my desk. What's the situation?"
"Sir we need to crossover with Project MIMIR. We've got an artifact here that is priceless and very important. There's technology here too - and it's working."
"Fine. I'll have the papers signed and processed within 24 hours and you'll have whatever resources you feel are necessary. You're sure...working?"
"Yes sir. Working. It's incredible and I'll give you a full briefing in 12 hours after we lock down the prize. Oh, and good luck on the speech."
"Thanks. They expect a high Nielsen on this one. Anyways, I expect your complete briefing in 12 hours. No later."
"Understood."
I disconnect my headset and try to relax. The images that flowed through my mind are still as vivid as earlier and I cannot shake them. This is the big one. This is the breakthrough we have awaited a lifetime for. The discovery every archaeologist would sell their soul to the devil for, just to claim as their own.
Mach 5 is turbulent. The reason SDAI has not yet activated the Borealis is because it's experiencing serious technical problems. Vortical turbulence at Mach 6 is beyond considerable and the prototypes are constantly being reskinned to perfect flight stability. The loss of two prototypes and a test crew has not helped things.
We navigate over ocean and into the Gulf of Mexico. Then a quick dash across the southwest. The blues of the gulf are always a treat as we race over the US Virgin Islands.
Soon we are back at Shamballa. Good news travels fast and already the laptop on my desk announces that 100 million in operating budget has been made available and that the Chief Scientist from MIMIR has left two e-mails. Several small artifacts we brought back from Iran are going to be laser-measured, cast-molded, imaged and indexed before they undergo rigorous lab testing. Shamballa is in a flurry of activity and as I enter the conference room I see the entire series of videos and images upon the walls and being replayed on monitors for the first batch of analysts.
These analysts all have IQs upwards of 150 and all work for SDAI. After having excelling in other branches and seeking more of a challenge, they arrive here eager to prove their mettle. Here they get to take on the most daunting tasks and the work environment is one in which constantly spurs advanced thought and out-of-the-box thinking.
Some of these kids I've already given nicknames. There's Jimmy Neutron the physics wiz-kid who can also speak fluent Japanese and seven other languages. He designed an atomic powered replacement to the SS manned orbiter capable of planet surveying in his spare time and is also responsible for a novel inter-earth communication system that avoids all detection and data loss.
Encyclopedia Brown is the walking encyclopedia and knows everything mankind has ever recorded. Asking him a question will supply you an answer faster than Google or Yahoo. He has a photographic memory and several other heightened abilities that were discovered when he was the first person ever to score 100% on the Agency's PSYESP test. And unlike Google he can plug apparently disparate items together and find their common link.
Then we have Isis. If you ever saw the original TV show back in the seventies, with the cheesy plots and hokey special effects - you would see that this girl is a dead ringer for Isis - I mean really! One of these days I'm going to give her an amulet to wear around her neck. She's a cryptologist slash linguist slash hierology expert. If anyone can crack the glyphs found in the flame room it's Isis.
All are already working on the data. Meanwhile, I want to decipher the images I saw in my mind.
My office is my sanctuary. It has all the comforts of home should I require them. Books, objets d' art, and recorded history sits on the shelves and a mini-fridge and a microwave are built into a handsome birch cabinet. Whereupon sits a circa eighties-vintage Krups coffemaker, when they still made them to last, and a permanent pleasant aroma. A daybed offers me a place to crash if I need too. But mostly I like to sit at my desk in this big leather chair and kick my feet up on my desk and think.
I create a mental list:
A) Alien visitations pre-dating earth history in the Iranian desert.
B) Alien "flame of life" installed on multiple planets by aliens.
C) Alien technology defies all known science.
D) Flame itself transfers data - but selectively?
1) Why didn't flame influence Iranian nomad?
E) Room that offers Earth's true history.
1) What was meant by "true" - implies concealment or misdirection?
F) Where did aliens come from? Where are they now?
G) Do aliens and/or other worlds harboring similar flames constitute threat?
H) Why did I pass out when I touched the flame?
I) Is the flame dangerous?
I see it all in my mind just as if it were written down somewhere. If I am going to brief ODIN in a few hours, I want to have it clear in my mind.
I keep bouncing back to the images of the strange city. Everything crystalline in appearance and colorful like a city made of jems. Tall beings 10 or 11 feet tall reside there. Is this the flame-builders homeworld? Is this a city they built on earth? If so what happened to it? Is it Churchward's Mu?
Many questions. Let's hope in a few hours the team has already made some progress with the glyphs.
Meanwhile, I will enjoy some fresh brewed hot roasted java.
scc
Monday, September 11, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Vacationing in Iran
The phone rings. It's ODIN.
Normally we get a 4 hour heads up before a major operation. Not today.
One of SDAI's mission objectives is only tangentially related to national security. It's the collection and analysis of objects that pre-date all recorded history or are made of materials that do not react to any known atomic elements testing. These objects are kept in various facilities around the US and the world. Shamballa, here has it's own warehouse and when I have the time I peruse these objects. One, a nude that looks like an elongated human female, is sculpted in a completely unknown metal that looks like translucent gold or silver, depending on which angle you look at it, is the only one of its kind in the world and I, and others who've tested it, seriously suspect it's not from this world at all.
Occasionally we get a break and the conventional military we have stationed around the world stumble upon artifacts. Our presence in Iraq has been a historical goldmine. I have sitting on my desk a sculpture carved somewhere carbon dating has placed between 55-65th century BC. A small organization has been developed to piece together this missing human history and come up with a timeline for the many thousands of years not recorded by current texts.
The Techs suit up. A custom B-1-SDAIB is already warmed up and on the tarmac. We have to break some speed records to get to where we are going. Fortunately, the SDAIB has two more engines than a conventional B-1B and is the fastest fuel-powered plane in the world, bar none.
We take off and it's like taking off in any conventional jet until the other engines are throttled once airborne, then it's like some huge invisible hand presses you into your flightchair and seems to squish you in place. Oxygen masks and full pressurized suits are worn in the cabin for safety sake and to provide proper oxygen/nitrogen rates. The pressurized cabin hisses constantly to balance pressure as the speed exceeds Mach 5 and you find yourself swallowing every half minute to ease the pressure change that disturbs the cochlear nerve.
"Where are we going?" Tech6 asks over the headset.
"To boldly go where no man has gone before." Tech2 answers and he begins to hum the opening music from Star Trek TOS.
En route Tech2 makes a quick dash over Egypt and we can see the pyramids, in our headset monitors, far below us. Fortunately, it is night and identification of this plane is difficult. Within several minutes we are entering Iranian airspace. Our course takes over desert and mountain regions with few villages. We have descended to 200 feet over the ground and have reduced to sub-sonic. No need to grab any locals attention with an ear-cracking sonic boom. It feels like we are driving on the ground. Tech2's piloting skills are a credit to the entire nation. My split-monitor in front of me now shows tactical maps of the mountains ahead.
Not a peep out of the Russo-Chinese designed Iranian air defense and tracking system. Good. Very good.
In 10 minutes we are landing in the vast Kasht-E Kavir salt desert. Fortunately, we have the very latest PEGASUS X4 quadro-landing gear setup. This allows us to sacrifice up to three sets of gear and tires with take offs/landings in unsuitable terrain and still have a final set to land with before servicing and repair. This is very good because all but two of the tires have burst and this 1st gear is no longer suitable for taking off. We emerge from the craft. I look around and wonder what treasure could be found in this desolate, arid region.
"About two dozen camels and riders are heading this way and they are heavily armed with...what look like...yes definitely Kalishnikov RPK-74's and some other unidentifiable stuff."
"The welcoming commitee."
I tell tech's 8 & 14 to stay with the plane and for one of them to activate the rotating high capacity gun under the belly of the plane. A C-130H Raptor is over the Caspian Sea after having come from near Baku, in Azerbaijan
"Good idea. One can never be too careful." Tech8 replies.
In three minutes the camels have brought our hosts to us. They are Iranian, but not friendly with the existing government and work with the US and other nations clandestinely. Several of the men have their rifles pointed at us. Our combat suits could take a few slugs if necessary, but I'd prefer not to test them out.
"Iyi -e doğru görmek sen! nereye yapmak sen gelmek!"
I ask where the leader is from in Turkish. My Farsi is very bad and sometimes it helps to speak a language both parties are semi-proficient in. Most of the nomads here will speak Turkish and Dari besides Farsi. The folks in this line of work also know and speak Russian fluently. My Turkish is very rusty but he seems to understand. He names a city that sounds made up: "Gonabad".
Our team and his men exchange Salams and we are to be taken on camelback to the object we have come to bid on.
I don't like camels. As a child they seemed fine enough. Reading Tintin and the Crab with the Golden Claws made them seem a fine alternative to a horse. (Only later did I learn Herge was Belgian...and you can trust a Belgian to overlook inhuman conditions. ;-) They are not! The smell! Camel odor is heinous and suddenly burkhas and face covering cloth makes a lot of sense.
"For King and country!" I shout as I mount.
"I did not realize America had a king?" The leader turns to me and smiles, "unless they now call him king George?"
"I'll be damned. Perfect English."
"Not perfect. But better than your Turkish!"
"My Turkish is good enough for Turkeys. So how far do we have to travel?" I ask.
"Not far - one hour's distance."
The hour passes slowly. After half an hour my olfactory nerve centers shut down. I can't imagine why anyone would ever go vacationing in Iran. I can't smell the camels now - or anything else. We travel through many mountain passes and the elevation gets higher. The camels struggle under the weight of both riders and our team and they wheeze through their big, ugly teeth and nostrils.
"Here we are!"
I get off and scan the scene. So many cubby holes for snipers and as I look up I see heads quickly moving out of sight. We still are armed but this would be a short firefight if these guys are not on the level.
"Relax! You are a customer. We treat our customer's very well. Like Sak's on Fifth Avenue!"
With this his men start laughing and guffawing. They speak English too and they find a store named "Saks" a particularly amusing US joke.
"So where is it?" I ask getting down to business.
"This way. Follow me."
Our team follows and around a huge boulder is the opening to a cave. It has been recently excavated, as I can see fresh sand in piles in the distance as well as digging, surveying and archaeological tools. I pull a flashlight out of a zipper near the top of my boot. There are torches lighting the way but the light is still very dim and hard to see in. We are descending and suddenly the tunnel widens and opens into a enormous cavern. It is gorgeous! Stalagmites of countless lengths and varied purple-pinkish-brown hues, formed over centuries and centuries, descend from the cavern roof. A steady stream of water, probably from the winter season, must reach this elevation and sink into this mountain cliff.
We follow a freshly made trail which leads to another tunnel off of the main cavern. Walls, ancient and smooth, appear along this tunnels passage. Hieroglyphs unlike any I've seen still clearly mark the walls. I pull out a digital camera and snap a few shots. All photographs I take are already being wirelessly transmitted to the Raptor which will relay them back to Shamballa and Valhalla. Even these mountain walls can't stop the cameras super long wave length transmission.
"That's nothing. We're almost there."
I return to follow and suddenly the passage opens up into an enormous seven-sided geometric room. It is unbelievable! The roof travels up to a prism at least a hundred feet above. The prism is catching daylight from outside and sprinkling it down here. At least I assume that is what it is doing.
The room is made of the same translucent silver/gold metal we've encountered in the past. It almost glows and as my flashlight passes the walls - the light - is regenerated! The light lingers in the metal and pulses...almost as if the metal is alive. An image of the earth is present along one wall! It is perfect! It shimmers with a blue green tinge inside this weird metal! Mathematically precise even to the tilt of the axis! Images of the beings who carved this are also present! They must be 11 feet tall and look humanoid. In the center of the room is a dais and on this dais is a flame. It looks unlike any flame I've ever seen before and is about a foot in height, 2 inches at the base and comes to a perfect point at the end, no matter how it pulses. It seems like a laser but it is far too variable and flexible. I cannot find what fuels this flame and I have the strange feeling it has been pulsing here for many millennia, unattended.
It is simply unreal. I've never seen the like. And I can't forget to take pictures! I start taking pictures of the flame and of the entire room. Tech2 is standing beside me, his jaw is hanging open.
"Captain, the technology here is far in advance of anything we have. I should say that whoever built this are as far above us on the evolutionary scale...as we are above the amoeba."
"It is...magnificent."
Then it occurs to me. This is not something we can simply pack up and take back to Shamballa. We could try to carve up and extract some of the wall perhaps, but it almost feels like that would be sacrilege, if anything could ever be sacrilegious. From experience we also know this metal is not easily carved up. It's apparent atomic density makes it tougher than diamonds.
"You like what you see? So what is it worth? We wanted to offer it to you rich Americans first. The Russians don't pay as well."
"It is hard to say. However based upon cursory evaluation I can offer you 5 million dollars."
"5 million? Too low. I could probably even get the Russians to pay double that!"
"Ok. Twenty million dollars. But we want ground support and security here for the next few weeks as we try to figure out what to do with this."
"Deal"
We shake hands. I unzip a pocket on my side and pull out 2 million dollars in 100,000 dollar treasury notes. Woodrow Wilson almost seems to smile.
"And now that our dealings are concluded favorably I show you the most amazing part of your deal."
Tech2 looks up nervously and reaches unconsciously for his XM8. However a quick death was not what our hosts had in mind. The leader walks over to the flame and puts his hand into it...
...the flame goes right through his hand as if it was not there!
I walk over to the flame and I pull off my glove. I slowly reach out towards the flame...and then I thrust my hand into it. It feels strange and unearthly and I sense it is the key to this whole room. Images start racing through my mind. Distant places, beings and cities from a world far removed from this one. Suddenly I can see the people who built this room...and in flashes the meaning of the inscription on the dais becomes ever more clear. This room was meant to be found by man. And when we decipher these walls we will learn the true history of this world...and this flame....this flame....is the eternal flame of life and it has been placed on this world and many other worlds like earth....
"Are you all right!"
I see Tech2 and Tech12 hover over me, concern in their eyes. I am on my back.
"What happened?"
"You reached out and touched the flame, you screamed something and fell to the floor. You've been out for the past fifteen minutes and yet there is not a mark on your hand. Was it hot? Did it give you a shock?"
"I'm all right. Let's take some more pictures and then let's get out of here. We have to get airborne before dawn or there'll be hell to pay."
I get up and pick up the flashlight that had fallen down beside me. I see the light flicker above and as I exit the room I hear the howl of the winds as they pass through these mountain passes. There will now be sand and dust to contend with on the ride back...and of course...
...camels.
Normally we get a 4 hour heads up before a major operation. Not today.
One of SDAI's mission objectives is only tangentially related to national security. It's the collection and analysis of objects that pre-date all recorded history or are made of materials that do not react to any known atomic elements testing. These objects are kept in various facilities around the US and the world. Shamballa, here has it's own warehouse and when I have the time I peruse these objects. One, a nude that looks like an elongated human female, is sculpted in a completely unknown metal that looks like translucent gold or silver, depending on which angle you look at it, is the only one of its kind in the world and I, and others who've tested it, seriously suspect it's not from this world at all.
Occasionally we get a break and the conventional military we have stationed around the world stumble upon artifacts. Our presence in Iraq has been a historical goldmine. I have sitting on my desk a sculpture carved somewhere carbon dating has placed between 55-65th century BC. A small organization has been developed to piece together this missing human history and come up with a timeline for the many thousands of years not recorded by current texts.
The Techs suit up. A custom B-1-SDAIB is already warmed up and on the tarmac. We have to break some speed records to get to where we are going. Fortunately, the SDAIB has two more engines than a conventional B-1B and is the fastest fuel-powered plane in the world, bar none.
We take off and it's like taking off in any conventional jet until the other engines are throttled once airborne, then it's like some huge invisible hand presses you into your flightchair and seems to squish you in place. Oxygen masks and full pressurized suits are worn in the cabin for safety sake and to provide proper oxygen/nitrogen rates. The pressurized cabin hisses constantly to balance pressure as the speed exceeds Mach 5 and you find yourself swallowing every half minute to ease the pressure change that disturbs the cochlear nerve.
"Where are we going?" Tech6 asks over the headset.
"To boldly go where no man has gone before." Tech2 answers and he begins to hum the opening music from Star Trek TOS.
En route Tech2 makes a quick dash over Egypt and we can see the pyramids, in our headset monitors, far below us. Fortunately, it is night and identification of this plane is difficult. Within several minutes we are entering Iranian airspace. Our course takes over desert and mountain regions with few villages. We have descended to 200 feet over the ground and have reduced to sub-sonic. No need to grab any locals attention with an ear-cracking sonic boom. It feels like we are driving on the ground. Tech2's piloting skills are a credit to the entire nation. My split-monitor in front of me now shows tactical maps of the mountains ahead.
Not a peep out of the Russo-Chinese designed Iranian air defense and tracking system. Good. Very good.
In 10 minutes we are landing in the vast Kasht-E Kavir salt desert. Fortunately, we have the very latest PEGASUS X4 quadro-landing gear setup. This allows us to sacrifice up to three sets of gear and tires with take offs/landings in unsuitable terrain and still have a final set to land with before servicing and repair. This is very good because all but two of the tires have burst and this 1st gear is no longer suitable for taking off. We emerge from the craft. I look around and wonder what treasure could be found in this desolate, arid region.
"About two dozen camels and riders are heading this way and they are heavily armed with...what look like...yes definitely Kalishnikov RPK-74's and some other unidentifiable stuff."
"The welcoming commitee."
I tell tech's 8 & 14 to stay with the plane and for one of them to activate the rotating high capacity gun under the belly of the plane. A C-130H Raptor is over the Caspian Sea after having come from near Baku, in Azerbaijan
"Good idea. One can never be too careful." Tech8 replies.
In three minutes the camels have brought our hosts to us. They are Iranian, but not friendly with the existing government and work with the US and other nations clandestinely. Several of the men have their rifles pointed at us. Our combat suits could take a few slugs if necessary, but I'd prefer not to test them out.
"Iyi -e doğru görmek sen! nereye yapmak sen gelmek!"
I ask where the leader is from in Turkish. My Farsi is very bad and sometimes it helps to speak a language both parties are semi-proficient in. Most of the nomads here will speak Turkish and Dari besides Farsi. The folks in this line of work also know and speak Russian fluently. My Turkish is very rusty but he seems to understand. He names a city that sounds made up: "Gonabad".
Our team and his men exchange Salams and we are to be taken on camelback to the object we have come to bid on.
I don't like camels. As a child they seemed fine enough. Reading Tintin and the Crab with the Golden Claws made them seem a fine alternative to a horse. (Only later did I learn Herge was Belgian...and you can trust a Belgian to overlook inhuman conditions. ;-) They are not! The smell! Camel odor is heinous and suddenly burkhas and face covering cloth makes a lot of sense.
"For King and country!" I shout as I mount.
"I did not realize America had a king?" The leader turns to me and smiles, "unless they now call him king George?"
"I'll be damned. Perfect English."
"Not perfect. But better than your Turkish!"
"My Turkish is good enough for Turkeys. So how far do we have to travel?" I ask.
"Not far - one hour's distance."
The hour passes slowly. After half an hour my olfactory nerve centers shut down. I can't imagine why anyone would ever go vacationing in Iran. I can't smell the camels now - or anything else. We travel through many mountain passes and the elevation gets higher. The camels struggle under the weight of both riders and our team and they wheeze through their big, ugly teeth and nostrils.
"Here we are!"
I get off and scan the scene. So many cubby holes for snipers and as I look up I see heads quickly moving out of sight. We still are armed but this would be a short firefight if these guys are not on the level.
"Relax! You are a customer. We treat our customer's very well. Like Sak's on Fifth Avenue!"
With this his men start laughing and guffawing. They speak English too and they find a store named "Saks" a particularly amusing US joke.
"So where is it?" I ask getting down to business.
"This way. Follow me."
Our team follows and around a huge boulder is the opening to a cave. It has been recently excavated, as I can see fresh sand in piles in the distance as well as digging, surveying and archaeological tools. I pull a flashlight out of a zipper near the top of my boot. There are torches lighting the way but the light is still very dim and hard to see in. We are descending and suddenly the tunnel widens and opens into a enormous cavern. It is gorgeous! Stalagmites of countless lengths and varied purple-pinkish-brown hues, formed over centuries and centuries, descend from the cavern roof. A steady stream of water, probably from the winter season, must reach this elevation and sink into this mountain cliff.
We follow a freshly made trail which leads to another tunnel off of the main cavern. Walls, ancient and smooth, appear along this tunnels passage. Hieroglyphs unlike any I've seen still clearly mark the walls. I pull out a digital camera and snap a few shots. All photographs I take are already being wirelessly transmitted to the Raptor which will relay them back to Shamballa and Valhalla. Even these mountain walls can't stop the cameras super long wave length transmission.
"That's nothing. We're almost there."
I return to follow and suddenly the passage opens up into an enormous seven-sided geometric room. It is unbelievable! The roof travels up to a prism at least a hundred feet above. The prism is catching daylight from outside and sprinkling it down here. At least I assume that is what it is doing.
The room is made of the same translucent silver/gold metal we've encountered in the past. It almost glows and as my flashlight passes the walls - the light - is regenerated! The light lingers in the metal and pulses...almost as if the metal is alive. An image of the earth is present along one wall! It is perfect! It shimmers with a blue green tinge inside this weird metal! Mathematically precise even to the tilt of the axis! Images of the beings who carved this are also present! They must be 11 feet tall and look humanoid. In the center of the room is a dais and on this dais is a flame. It looks unlike any flame I've ever seen before and is about a foot in height, 2 inches at the base and comes to a perfect point at the end, no matter how it pulses. It seems like a laser but it is far too variable and flexible. I cannot find what fuels this flame and I have the strange feeling it has been pulsing here for many millennia, unattended.
It is simply unreal. I've never seen the like. And I can't forget to take pictures! I start taking pictures of the flame and of the entire room. Tech2 is standing beside me, his jaw is hanging open.
"Captain, the technology here is far in advance of anything we have. I should say that whoever built this are as far above us on the evolutionary scale...as we are above the amoeba."
"It is...magnificent."
Then it occurs to me. This is not something we can simply pack up and take back to Shamballa. We could try to carve up and extract some of the wall perhaps, but it almost feels like that would be sacrilege, if anything could ever be sacrilegious. From experience we also know this metal is not easily carved up. It's apparent atomic density makes it tougher than diamonds.
"You like what you see? So what is it worth? We wanted to offer it to you rich Americans first. The Russians don't pay as well."
"It is hard to say. However based upon cursory evaluation I can offer you 5 million dollars."
"5 million? Too low. I could probably even get the Russians to pay double that!"
"Ok. Twenty million dollars. But we want ground support and security here for the next few weeks as we try to figure out what to do with this."
"Deal"
We shake hands. I unzip a pocket on my side and pull out 2 million dollars in 100,000 dollar treasury notes. Woodrow Wilson almost seems to smile.
"And now that our dealings are concluded favorably I show you the most amazing part of your deal."
Tech2 looks up nervously and reaches unconsciously for his XM8. However a quick death was not what our hosts had in mind. The leader walks over to the flame and puts his hand into it...
...the flame goes right through his hand as if it was not there!
I walk over to the flame and I pull off my glove. I slowly reach out towards the flame...and then I thrust my hand into it. It feels strange and unearthly and I sense it is the key to this whole room. Images start racing through my mind. Distant places, beings and cities from a world far removed from this one. Suddenly I can see the people who built this room...and in flashes the meaning of the inscription on the dais becomes ever more clear. This room was meant to be found by man. And when we decipher these walls we will learn the true history of this world...and this flame....this flame....is the eternal flame of life and it has been placed on this world and many other worlds like earth....
"Are you all right!"
I see Tech2 and Tech12 hover over me, concern in their eyes. I am on my back.
"What happened?"
"You reached out and touched the flame, you screamed something and fell to the floor. You've been out for the past fifteen minutes and yet there is not a mark on your hand. Was it hot? Did it give you a shock?"
"I'm all right. Let's take some more pictures and then let's get out of here. We have to get airborne before dawn or there'll be hell to pay."
I get up and pick up the flashlight that had fallen down beside me. I see the light flicker above and as I exit the room I hear the howl of the winds as they pass through these mountain passes. There will now be sand and dust to contend with on the ride back...and of course...
...camels.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Smoking is Not KOOL!
Big Tobacco says never say live
Nicotine is up in cigarettes by 10% across the board over the past six years. In what amounts to a morbid attempt to addict and kill more 'customers' the tobacco industry has decided to make their products even more addictive so that folks who start can't stop. And for the kiddy market the "Kool" brand of cigarettes has jacked up nicotine levels by 20%!
You know, I'm not a religious person, but there indeed are hells for folks who do stuff like this. Survival for the tobacco industry means widescale death after painful suffering for its customers. In a world where sane folks understand what tobacco does to your lungs and other organs - smoking is a form of insanity abetted by addictive chemicals.
I'm going to go to town on this entry. This blog is read by a good number of folks and so I have both an opportunity and responsibility to make a difference. So here we go.
Smoke is poison. It is the byproduct of combustion and contains countless chemicals which when they come in contact with living tissue - kill it. When I was in school I was shown the lungs of a smoker alongside the healthy lung. It made an impact on me, but I already was convinced as my grandfather and uncle both died due to tobacco. However, for those who never did have a teacher kind enough to show you what happens - let SDAI-Tech1 be so kind as to present the side by side here:
There are 234 known poisons in cigarettes. One of these is furfurol, one of the deadliest poisons known to man. The average smoke contains twice as much carbon monoxide in his/her blood than the nonsmoker. This carbon monoxide poisons the entire body - every organ and gives a sickly pallor to the skin.
Models who smoke to stay slim age their face an extra 3 years for every five they smoke. So a 26 year old model who has smoked since 16 looks 32 and her career is basically over. Ever wonder what happened to Paulina Porizkova, Linda Evangelista et al? They destroyed their careers early with cigarettes. The smoke from cigarettes attacks and destroys the eye tissue while adding crows feet to the surrounding skin from the constant squinting a smoker must do as they smoke. Now the magazines who dare to show them must pay the re-touchers a bonus just to start on some of these former "supermodels" who have been addicted since they were kids.
Did they see the photos of the lungs when they were younger? I doubt it. You see it's not just the lungs that become that black and poisoned - it's everything. In the South Sea islands at the turn of the last century there existed some tribes of cannibals would regularly attack and eat unwary visitors. However, they would not eat the body of a smoker - as all the smokers body is poisoned throughout with chemicals that made them violently ill.
So the smokers are addicted and by increasing the nicotine levels the tobacco companies are saying "Hell yes! We are going to force these folks who we've already hooked to smoke until their last dying breath. and insure that anyone who starts will be a customer till they die!"
Cheap cigarettes, cigars, chewing tobacco and all designed to make money while knowingly and intentionally destroying people's health.
I see kids start smoking when they are 13 and it nauseates me. Stupidity is nauseating. That their parents smoke is most likely. That their parents are stupid and/or painfully addicted is also likely. Yes, I know, it's not like me to call folks names - especially when its clear that there are forces who work hard to insure these millions of folks are addicted to nicotine and cigarettes.
I do make exceptions.
This is YOUR wake up call.
If you are reading this (and this will be a top rated entry in the search engines under smoking and nicotine as soon as it goes up) and YOU smoke it is up to YOU to stop. There are no coincidences. No chance. You read this because you were drawn unto it. You needed to read this and some of the as yet unknown information it contains.
I am not your mommy or doctor. And for all I know both your mommy and doctor smoke themselves.
We are going to create another ball of light here. It is immense and it surrounds you as you read this. It cleanses your body of lower elements and raises your fundamental frequency to such a point that for the next few minutes you will be inaccessible to lower obsessive elements. This light is linked to the most high parts of the infinite universe where beings millions of years in advance of the average human reside, work and assist others. This light will also condition and prepare you for what I am about to reveal - which requires me to insure that all who so continue reading are both preconditioned and protected.
I know a lot more about the addiction and the obsession entities that smoke through folks so addicted. Here I will describe what merges with smokers as they smoke.
A smoker never smokes alone. He/she is always a host. Addiction is stronger than just nicotine because the possessive smoking obsessions develop a repetitive thought pattern with which they almost literally control your mind. Every smoker who dies and goes out in limbo often become temporal parasites in the astral planes. They hover and are drawn to things they know.
They know sex.
They know eating.
They know smoking.
They know drinking.
By far and large the four categories above have the most obsessions and hybrid entities in the astral plane. Yes, many of these entities merge so that they can gain power. One mind is weak and cannot easily overpower another, but several merged minds have greater success in using living humans as puppets. Smoking and drinking obsessions are often found merged. These weak willed folks were so addicted in life that they became smoking and drinking parasites on others after their death. They loiter in the bars and the places where alcohol or drug laced minds make them much easier to possess.
There are healing wards for these folks on higher planes of existence where their mutated and distorted psychic bodies are merged and growing into one amalgamated being with its sole repetitive desire to smoke and drink. I saw one of these obsessions and it looked like some deformed Hindu god with literally hundreds of arms and mouths and a cigarette or drink in each hand constantly feeding one of these many merged mouths. It was quite distressing.
In these centers the various original people are separated and sorted out. What's left of their mind is reintegrated with a separate psychic anatomy and they are nurtured until such a time as they can come back to the earth, or a similar world, and show they have mastered their addiction and mental weakness. They must be tempted and resist. They must also help others to make amends for their horrible actions between physical lives as an invisible but very real parasite.
Separating these hybrids is often complicated and delicate work. Often up to 15 or twenty different people can be found that have merged and become a very powerful and single-minded smoking obsession. Horrifyingly, they often add to their ranks after their existing host dies. The healing wards often change shifts as working on these folks is found to be a major task and stressful even on these higher levels where lower emotions do not reside.
Yes, smoking destroys your body - but this is the least of your longterm worries. It is what allowing these entities access to your mind and your consciousness that is the real danger to your future existence and evolution.
So take it from SDAI-Tech1 - don't let others smoke you. Because that is exactly what is going on.
Put this post to your favorites and re-read it every time you want to light up. Embedded within this post is a signal. It is sort of like a reverse virus. It is a healing signal and as you read this post it will penetrate your mind and your energy body. It will make it much harder for these obsessions to smoke through you because this signal is like a poison to them.
They will likely fight and kick and be very angry that you read this at all. They will be irritated to no end. But this is the information you polarized between lives and asked to be reminded about when you were back in the physical. Now you have been reminded. The battles ahead will be yours to fight, but you will have this new knowledge and this signal to assist you.
Smoking's not KOOL. And now unlike almost all folks anywhere on earth...YOU really know why.
Nicotine is up in cigarettes by 10% across the board over the past six years. In what amounts to a morbid attempt to addict and kill more 'customers' the tobacco industry has decided to make their products even more addictive so that folks who start can't stop. And for the kiddy market the "Kool" brand of cigarettes has jacked up nicotine levels by 20%!
You know, I'm not a religious person, but there indeed are hells for folks who do stuff like this. Survival for the tobacco industry means widescale death after painful suffering for its customers. In a world where sane folks understand what tobacco does to your lungs and other organs - smoking is a form of insanity abetted by addictive chemicals.
I'm going to go to town on this entry. This blog is read by a good number of folks and so I have both an opportunity and responsibility to make a difference. So here we go.
Smoke is poison. It is the byproduct of combustion and contains countless chemicals which when they come in contact with living tissue - kill it. When I was in school I was shown the lungs of a smoker alongside the healthy lung. It made an impact on me, but I already was convinced as my grandfather and uncle both died due to tobacco. However, for those who never did have a teacher kind enough to show you what happens - let SDAI-Tech1 be so kind as to present the side by side here:
There are 234 known poisons in cigarettes. One of these is furfurol, one of the deadliest poisons known to man. The average smoke contains twice as much carbon monoxide in his/her blood than the nonsmoker. This carbon monoxide poisons the entire body - every organ and gives a sickly pallor to the skin.
Models who smoke to stay slim age their face an extra 3 years for every five they smoke. So a 26 year old model who has smoked since 16 looks 32 and her career is basically over. Ever wonder what happened to Paulina Porizkova, Linda Evangelista et al? They destroyed their careers early with cigarettes. The smoke from cigarettes attacks and destroys the eye tissue while adding crows feet to the surrounding skin from the constant squinting a smoker must do as they smoke. Now the magazines who dare to show them must pay the re-touchers a bonus just to start on some of these former "supermodels" who have been addicted since they were kids.
Did they see the photos of the lungs when they were younger? I doubt it. You see it's not just the lungs that become that black and poisoned - it's everything. In the South Sea islands at the turn of the last century there existed some tribes of cannibals would regularly attack and eat unwary visitors. However, they would not eat the body of a smoker - as all the smokers body is poisoned throughout with chemicals that made them violently ill.
So the smokers are addicted and by increasing the nicotine levels the tobacco companies are saying "Hell yes! We are going to force these folks who we've already hooked to smoke until their last dying breath. and insure that anyone who starts will be a customer till they die!"
Cheap cigarettes, cigars, chewing tobacco and all designed to make money while knowingly and intentionally destroying people's health.
I see kids start smoking when they are 13 and it nauseates me. Stupidity is nauseating. That their parents smoke is most likely. That their parents are stupid and/or painfully addicted is also likely. Yes, I know, it's not like me to call folks names - especially when its clear that there are forces who work hard to insure these millions of folks are addicted to nicotine and cigarettes.
I do make exceptions.
This is YOUR wake up call.
If you are reading this (and this will be a top rated entry in the search engines under smoking and nicotine as soon as it goes up) and YOU smoke it is up to YOU to stop. There are no coincidences. No chance. You read this because you were drawn unto it. You needed to read this and some of the as yet unknown information it contains.
I am not your mommy or doctor. And for all I know both your mommy and doctor smoke themselves.
We are going to create another ball of light here. It is immense and it surrounds you as you read this. It cleanses your body of lower elements and raises your fundamental frequency to such a point that for the next few minutes you will be inaccessible to lower obsessive elements. This light is linked to the most high parts of the infinite universe where beings millions of years in advance of the average human reside, work and assist others. This light will also condition and prepare you for what I am about to reveal - which requires me to insure that all who so continue reading are both preconditioned and protected.
I know a lot more about the addiction and the obsession entities that smoke through folks so addicted. Here I will describe what merges with smokers as they smoke.
A smoker never smokes alone. He/she is always a host. Addiction is stronger than just nicotine because the possessive smoking obsessions develop a repetitive thought pattern with which they almost literally control your mind. Every smoker who dies and goes out in limbo often become temporal parasites in the astral planes. They hover and are drawn to things they know.
They know sex.
They know eating.
They know smoking.
They know drinking.
By far and large the four categories above have the most obsessions and hybrid entities in the astral plane. Yes, many of these entities merge so that they can gain power. One mind is weak and cannot easily overpower another, but several merged minds have greater success in using living humans as puppets. Smoking and drinking obsessions are often found merged. These weak willed folks were so addicted in life that they became smoking and drinking parasites on others after their death. They loiter in the bars and the places where alcohol or drug laced minds make them much easier to possess.
There are healing wards for these folks on higher planes of existence where their mutated and distorted psychic bodies are merged and growing into one amalgamated being with its sole repetitive desire to smoke and drink. I saw one of these obsessions and it looked like some deformed Hindu god with literally hundreds of arms and mouths and a cigarette or drink in each hand constantly feeding one of these many merged mouths. It was quite distressing.
In these centers the various original people are separated and sorted out. What's left of their mind is reintegrated with a separate psychic anatomy and they are nurtured until such a time as they can come back to the earth, or a similar world, and show they have mastered their addiction and mental weakness. They must be tempted and resist. They must also help others to make amends for their horrible actions between physical lives as an invisible but very real parasite.
Separating these hybrids is often complicated and delicate work. Often up to 15 or twenty different people can be found that have merged and become a very powerful and single-minded smoking obsession. Horrifyingly, they often add to their ranks after their existing host dies. The healing wards often change shifts as working on these folks is found to be a major task and stressful even on these higher levels where lower emotions do not reside.
Yes, smoking destroys your body - but this is the least of your longterm worries. It is what allowing these entities access to your mind and your consciousness that is the real danger to your future existence and evolution.
So take it from SDAI-Tech1 - don't let others smoke you. Because that is exactly what is going on.
Put this post to your favorites and re-read it every time you want to light up. Embedded within this post is a signal. It is sort of like a reverse virus. It is a healing signal and as you read this post it will penetrate your mind and your energy body. It will make it much harder for these obsessions to smoke through you because this signal is like a poison to them.
They will likely fight and kick and be very angry that you read this at all. They will be irritated to no end. But this is the information you polarized between lives and asked to be reminded about when you were back in the physical. Now you have been reminded. The battles ahead will be yours to fight, but you will have this new knowledge and this signal to assist you.
Smoking's not KOOL. And now unlike almost all folks anywhere on earth...YOU really know why.
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