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We have all been told the fairy tales.

We know the story of Atlantis, sinking into the mythic past. We know the legends of lost cities punished by angry gods.

Join me for an unprecedented journey into the forbidden history of the Baltic Sea. Through the lens of a forgotten Swedish folktale and a child’s prophetic dream, we will tear back the veil on the legendary city of Vineta.

This is not a story of a natural disaster.

This is the forensic reconstruction of a targeted, technological assassination.

This is the story of the secret “Aetheric Grid”—the wireless, sonic technology that powered a metropolis of marble and light while the rest of Europe slept in the Dark Ages.

This is the story of the proto-Templars and the true purpose of the Gotland merchant fleets.

This is the story of the terrifying reality of “liquefaction warfare” and the sudden, unnatural storm that buried a utopia.

They told you the city is dead.

But if you stand on the coast of Gotland on a quiet night, and you know how to listen... the Great Bell is still ringing.

Come hear the song they tried to drown!

“They did not come with ships of wood, but with a wind that burned the lungs and a wave that boiled the stone. The great bell of the central spire, tuned to the harmony of the Mother, was struck by a dissonance so profound it shattered the crystal foundations. The sea did not rise; the Earth fell. As the waters rushed into the glowing streets, the priests of the Cross watched from the cliffs, their ledgers open, calculating the wealth of a world they had just murdered. The city sank, but the bell continues to toll in the dark.”


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Still whispering. This is not all there is. That whisper is the spark. A. on-bite is where scholars, mystics, rebels and renegades gathered as strike the walls and listen for what echoes bad. No easy answers. No spiritual anesthesia. No polite little cage for dangerous ideas. Just the wild, strange mind blowing conversation you always wanted. Artnosis. Park jailbreak. Park cosmic heavy metal sermon from the ruins of the real. If the world feels like a prison, you are not broken. You are waking up. A. on-bite Nostec radio. Terrancy shouldn't be this much fun, but it is. It just is, especially when you arrive to A. on-bite, especially when we have another block Friday. Always an excellent time and so glad that you are

here in your meat sack incarnations. Like I am, my name is Miguel Conner. I am your pompadess of noces. And as always, I hope you're writing your own gospel, living your own myth. I hope you're running with those searching for the truth and avoid those who have found them. You are the final authority of always been and you're going to do so many wonders, especially when you come here for unique, nostec insights and guests, you will not find anywhere else on the internet. This is the place to be if you want that true noces, that self-effic knowledge to help you find out who you really are and what reality is not. And again, today is a special block Friday. And with us, of course, we've got Mr. David Block. Did you like the intro, David? I know you're a heavy metal guy, so I thought it would be. Absolutely. It's a good start here in Miguel. I'm pumped.

Yeah, yeah, girls in bikini, chain bikini, motorcycles. All the gym stuff. All the good stuff. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what more could a guy want? But anyway, with us too, we got the moondog fans. Fans, how are you doing on this Venus day? I'm pretty good. I'm waiting for your Hello Kitty intro someday. Never know. Yeah, never know. My kids would be happy or my little pony or whatever they're into these days. Yeah, for sure. So yet, not much housekeeping. I am pretty beat. I did the Theosophical Society presentation on David Bowie last night. Big success. Good crowd. People loved it. So if you get a chance, go to the Theosophical YouTube and you'll see my presentation where I tease out the occult David Bowie, which will be out. Yes, on his birthday, on January 8th. Strange fascinations indeed. Other than that, again, I got not much to say. I want

to enjoy this ride. This won't you take a ride with heavy metal as the song goes from the movie. And I got nothing else to say. As always, if you have any questions afterwards, please super chat them or if you're a member, we will certainly get to you. Well, David, let's get started. Let's chrono's waits for no man. Exactly. And it seems that my slides are uploaded on StreamYard. Oh, StreamYard came through for a change. Oh, amazing. I don't know what's going on right now. But this is great. And yeah, should we go straight into it? We will talk about mythology, mythology city, Veneta, full of mythology. It's like the Baltic seas. The attendees of the Baltic sea. But of course, there's much more behind the myth. And we will explore what we know. And

also go through a book, not all the book, of course, is a user childish tale as a backdrop for the story. But I will add much more to that. Of course, so please don't hang up on me here. It will be violence and destruction in this story as well. So the town's name is Veneta. And this is dependent on if you like it or not, but it can be a free part series. And it all revolves around that plant. And the end of that. This is the day the Demig destroyed that plant is. If you like it, the second part will be the Demierex Atlantis reboot protocol. And it will be about the Atlantis. They destroyed 10,500 BC. And then a firewood speech to Tataria. And I know this word Tataria is loaded with people, some people hated, some people love it. Nothing in

between. There are absolutely a lot of false information out there. So you have to be able to discern. And I'm not telling you to believe everything. And I use the term so we know what you're talking about. But you have to be able to discern what you want to believe in or not as completely up to you. And I'm not here to tell you what you have to believe in. And in so much noise out there. That's the reason why I've turned to the narrative based format. Because I just want you to relax and enjoy. I'm not here to tell you what you have to believe. Take in what you want. Leave the rest. Enjoy the ride and relax. All right. Roll on. And to make sense of this story, because we need to it's not very well known outside Sweden or not very known in Sweden either.

So I will give you some background information so you all make sense to you. So bear with me a little bit. I have to talk about the author of a certain book. We need to it's not a myth. It is the Atlantis of the North and the confusion over its name. Vimna, Julian, Jomsborg, Vignetta is not the rest of the clowns in medieval spelling. It is a deliberate systemic and desperate act of cryptographic erasure by the scribes of the Nichean franchise. Vignetta, of the identified with the historical site of Jomsborg or Wallen was described as a great city in Europe, richer than Constantinople with silver bells and bronze gates. It was a place where Greeks, Byzantine Empire, Slaps laws, Wens and Saxons traded in harmony, refusing to enforce a single religious monopoly. The system perched 1170. He asked as the sisterishans were solidifying the

hold on Gotland, Roma Abbey 1164, Vignetta was destroyed. According to the myth, it was due to moral decay and vices. The standard iconic explanation for a target served white. The looting of the gates, the folk leggings on Pomeran and Rügen, the state that after the city sank, was sacked. The Swedes arrived from the direction of Gotland and fished the treasures out of the ocean. Most, most crucially, they brought the massive iron gates of Vignetta to Vispi. When the free node like Vignetta is destroyed, the gold doesn't just vanish. The destruction of Vignetta 1170 coincides perfectly with the sudden economic miracle of Vispi and the massive wealth accumulation of Roma Abbey. The folk leggings of Pomeran, Pomerania and the Iceland of Rügen,

former rich tapestry or pre-Christian Slavic mythology, wiping history and Germanic folklore, or centuries collectors like Jody Kus, the oddatus, who berthus teme, the evokesagen von Pomeran und Rügen 1940, an Alfred Haas guarded these stories, preserving tales of pagan gods, mysterious Iceland and sanken civilizations. Schief among these tales is the legendary story of Pomeran, famously known as the Atlantis of the Baltic Sea. The Wolland Jonsborg connection, most contemporary researchers end up with the early medieval Slavic wiping trade port of Wolland, located on the modern Polish island of Wolland. Excavation has revealed a massive 10th century

multiethnic trading hub which matches the scale of the Vignetta described by Chronicles like Adam of Bremen. Adam of Bremen was a real person, existed. So let's go into his writing. Adam of Breven, Gesta Hamburgi and his Jensits, circa 1075 after death. Beyond the Letisi, who are also called Velsi, runs the Old River, the most abandoned river of Slavia, writes Adam of Bremen. Where this charge into Schithian sea, this stands the very famous city Jumne, the most widely frequented center for the barbarians and the Greeks who lives around or live around. Because great incredible things are spoken of this city. I think it not unfitting to insert a few things worthy to be related.

It is truly the greatest of all cities which Europe contains. Adam of Bremen was a cleric, a servant of the Hamburg Bremen which was the Vatican spearhead for conquering the North. And now to the author, Selma Lager left him, what has she to do with this story? Key dates in Selma Lager left life, birth November 20 1858 at the Moorbacca State in Varmlaan Sweden. She won the Nobel Prize, awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 1909, becoming the first woman to win the prize. Death March 161940 at Moorbacca, at the age of 81.

When Selma Lager left one of the Nobel Prize in literature in 1909, the Nobel Committee, the Swedish Academy praised a work in an official citation that highlighted free specific traits. In appreciation of the loft idealist, vivid imagination and spiritual perception that characterise her writings. Deep connection to folk traditions, the committee celebrates how her work was fundamentally rooted in myth, history and folklore of her home, regain on Varmlaan, Sweden. Activating pure language, they recognise her unique ability to write with purity of diction, declarity or expression and the musical beauty that transformed traditional realism into something magical. The voice for the common people that the Academy emphasized her profound empathy for everyday lives or present communities, noting that she used both her heart and her genius to sound

the secret death of the human soul. And so she comes into this, we come into this book of hers that I based this story upon. Very loosely. The Commission, the National T-shirts Association asked Lager left a write of a Geography reader for public schools in 1902. Stelma Lager left wrote and published Neil Sorgisons under Barraresa Jéonsvari, the wonderful adventure on Neil's in two parts, between 1906 and 1907. This story is much more than just a kid's story. And of course, this is about a common thing, not very common thing, but we all know that authors, movie makers, they are having their esoteric inputs to speak. Leave some traces behind and give us clues that this story is much more than just

a tale of Geography to teach children about how Sweden looks like. The Geography of Sweden. And it is very interesting to point out here. This book was supposed to be an educational endeavor. So here we have a city who should not exist among the Geography of the Geographical places in Sweden, right? So the esoteric traces in the book. Neil's the not a boy who is shrunk by an elf. The ego death, Neil's the fool to see the hidden world, his arrogant human warden ego, must be shrunk. It must become small enough to slip through the bars of the cage. Morton, the tame goose who learns to fly, the domesticated soul remembering its wild soul

in nature, the weaklet carries the consciousness above the earth, the grid. Beneath the city cursed for its arrogance, the Baltic knowled of the Tatarayan plantian grid, anostic free angi paradise that was delivered sunk by the warlands, the curse, because its inhabitants refused to submit to the demonic law. A dream of the fine lowers, and a cashek download, Neil's does not dream, his resonate, newly humbled soul, connects directly to the angonizing localized memory field of the Mard, city. Sorry for having a long problem, but it is good if you are on board, because now we start the tale. It is based, this has 11 chapters and an epilogue. Chapter one, Gothlam, chapter two,

Vineeta, chapter three, the Templar, chapter four, the quest for Nilsus, chapter five, the bell of Vineeta, chapter six, the market, chapter seven, a whisper in the dark, chapter eight, into the night, chapter nine, and then the silence, chapter ten, let the sound rise, chapter eleven, for whom the bell toss, and then we have an epilogue. So let's start, chapter one, and Nilsus is flying over this view with his goose. Well, in some of my long-elose book, the wonderful adventure on Nilsus, the wild geese arrive at Gothlam on a pleasant milled mild spring holiday afternoon, pining the eyes and budding with new life, green goose, fairy bushes, and people enjoying the warm weather outdoors. In this story, Nils

arrives in dawn, the story takes it, takes it form when he sleeps for the first time on Gothlam. The warden suppression field of the Baltic animal, the momentarily fails, and the true underlying reality of that their grid forces away through the holographic overlay. It hounds Nils in his sleep, and it awakens him. Chapter two, Vineeta. The wakened witness looking at his own soul inheritance, realized that the myth is the only thing that is real. But what myth Nils have only a feeling of knowing, but what is it? Where is it? The wet sand reflects the light from the ocean. Standing alone in the tiny figure on Nilsus is the tiny figure on Nilsus, is red cap,

is the own spot of mundane color. Rising from the deep is a colossal sprawling metropolis of impossible architecture. It is a breath-taking fusion of Tartarian buuks' arts and living at Lantjan crystal. Great copper and gold domes, colossal white marble colonnades, and soaring intricate, a theric spires frost into the night. It does not look ruined, it looks pristine, gripping with a black sea. The city broadcast its light into the darkness. Nils starts to walk slowly towards the city. He disappears into the light. The first thing that enters is the city harbor. The impossible grand pristine harbor of Nilsus

bathed in the warm amber light of late afternoon. The environment of a civilization that's mastered its world as port built not just for commerce but for beauty and resonance. The harbor is west, lying in the Polish white marble and red bricks, intricate, wireless amber street lamps close softly. The water is a brilliant clear sea arm. In the harbor, a sleek advanced vessels, storm resembles ornate advanced wiping longships, but with intricate brass and crystal mechanism instead of your sails. Others are massive beautiful gallons with faint glowing blue, a theric propulsion ring sneer than water lines. Nilsus walking round in the harbor, sometimes standing, observing. The people in turn

was observing him, but they did not disturb his transmissive like state. At least 30 minutes passed, but for Nilsus it felt much longer, a moment in time for remembering, a moment in time of it turned. A man observed Nilsus from a distance. Nils did not know for how long, but he did not feel threatened. Nils understood that this man wanted to talk to him. He could see it in his demeanor. Shaktafri, the Templar. The man, the Templar wears a high quality white tunic or tabard, and upon his chest is a faint red-eight-pointed cross and under the tunic ashamed male.

He looks travel-weary, but fiercely intelligent, holding a rolled poshman scroll. Nilsus Domisar from the southeast, he has brought the recovered secrets of Jerusalem. He has come to veneta to learn how to build the machine. He is the bridge between the ancient magic and the coming masonry. Young man, do you want to sit down with me? Ask the Templar. Do you know who I am? Ask Nilsus. Yes, you are the traveler for time and space, not on land, not in matter. I don't know what happened. Why me? Why a boy? You are not just a boy, Nils. You are here because you are the strongest. You are a traveler. You came and not them. They've grown up from your time. It's too brainwashed.

They manipulated to passive, no fire, no will. You are here and they are not. After for the quest for Nilsus. Bring my story with you to your world or to your time and space, listen carefully and take with you what you can. Before I came here, I was or we was in Jerusalem. The mission to discover or to find back to our true history, the truth of Adyeshwa, Nilsus and Haitek. We were there under the cover of a holy crusade to bypass the surface solutions and dig down to the bedrock of the wardens oldest terrestrial command center. The year was 1119 after death. This is the year 1170.

A massive stone chamber beneath Jerusalem, the walls are not rough. They are perfectly smooth, monolithic blocks of a limestone, completely covered in uniform and unknown geometric pre-flood scripts. This looks less like a crypt and more like an ancient server room in the center of the room, hardly excavated from the sand and rubble on old and cups or religious relics, a strange metallic and crystalline machines. As there is a glowing blue crystalline cylinders covered in gold, the actual orc technology components. We did not find the bones of saints, but the machinery of the orcans. We discovered the orc technology, the power generation and the kashic records, the true history of the form. We realized that God is a machine and that religion is a control grid. We ceased to be

holy soldiers and became nostic scientists. This knowledge will be carried to Constantinople, to merge with the Greek hermetic thought and here we are in Veneta to discover the art of building buildings. The knowledge have to be built into the theoric grid. Yesha was not a simple carpenter. He was a master architect, he did not teach people to be good citizens of Rome. He taught them hyper-dimensional physics, noses. He taught them that they did not need the dynamics, temples, because the human body is the resonant antenna. Destroy this temple and I will raise it again in three days, he said. Your temple, body temple, have to resonate without the grid. He was the builder, the connection.

Before our eyes turned to Veneta, we started to build on Gotham. This is the search and the solidifying the hold on Gotham, Roma Abbey, was built the year 1164. We wanted to learn the secrets of the ruins and other esoteric traditions. I was on Gotham before I came here. I left the harbor of this place not long ago and you young man, you are on Gotham as we speak. The harbor of this place, the harbor is crowded on one side, sleek, dangerous, ragged, proved Viking longships, the old magic, the raiders who have become traders, on the other massive high-side immersion cogs and early gallons, their sales bearing the faint,

faded recross of the proto-templars. In the background, they are imposing in pregnant grey limestone ring wall of this punctuated by heavy wash towers. It is a city built for defense and survive. These begotten is going through a dangerous time. When I was in the harbor of this, I felt a wind of change coming. The infiltration goes both wastenets and I know the warden is on his way to tell you the truth. I think he is here. I left this harbor with mixed feelings. My mind wandered not only for Gotham but also for Constantinople. The Templars show nails a map. Before I take you to Constantinople, I have to take you on a

detour. Let's go to the library of Alexandria first. A heavy stone ceiling is beginning to crack. This thick suffocating smoke is bellowing down the stone steps, the harsh erratic light of the inferna ball cause sharp kiltec shadows. Figures are in front of the flames. They are not warriors in armor. They are scholars and priests of the old noses dressed in such stained simple linen tunics, greco-yukkenskaya. Their faces are streaked with ash and sweat. Their expression and mix of profound grief and terrified focused determination. They are desperate attacking a heavy intake, a trekkat-catlicar wooden chest.

Inside the chest are ancient papyrus glowing with faint biolumnes and geometrical symbols along a small strange crystalline and breath mechanical devices. Glantian relics. One school that is looking back over the shoulder of the smoke filled stairs with white eyes. Another is going to slamming the linen on the chest. Shot. Looking to refresh your denim lineup without breaking the bank, that's where all they become. Their denim collection has styles for everyone with great quality starting at just $22. The arc jean features a modern silhouette with a relaxed attitude. The extra high-rise wide leg defines the waist, visually elongates the legs and creates an effortlessly chic look. Shop Old Navy jeans now at OldNavy.com or visit your nearest Old Navy store. Support for this podcast comes from Progressive America's number one boat insurer. We've all made mistakes on the water, but there's one mistake you shouldn't make, being uninsured. With progressive

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pulsing blend of styles. Heavy ancient Persian stonework, Surasriam forms the foundation while elegant greek or roman columns and arches are being erected above them. The building looks like a cross between a university and a heavily fortified citadel. Gondesha Poo was the grand synthesis. It was the place where the fleeing greek philosophers, the persecuted Nestorian Christians, an ancient branch of the Church of the East that followed the theological teaching of Nestorius the 5th century Bishop of Constantinople. The ancient Surasriam Maggi met and realized they were all holding different pieces of the same a plant and machine. It was a manifestation and an intellectual merger. The common combining of different Nostra extremes into a single unified

base. This was the refugees of the Demiuk expanding monotastic control grids, finding a common cause. All this knowledge ended up in Constantinople. Downward copies, some originals, a lot of the knowledge stored in Constantinople came from Gondesha Poo via the library of Alexandria. It is now the story, takes a darker tone. Some people in my order want to plunder Constantinople in order to get hold of this information among other things. It is coming the 4th crusade. They want to work with the black nobility of Venice in order to sack Constantinople. Venice, the environment of the black nobility, a place of hidden power, wealth, and the

demiuric control of commerce and debt. The black nobility are buying a private army to destroy the Byzantine trade rebels. Rivals. A room in walls of dark Arab wood, rich tapestries and floor of Poulismour. Heavywell that curtains are drawn back slightly to reveal a moonlit Venetian camera outside. The room is lit by candlebrows, casting long sharp intersecting shadows. The four figures, the black nobility, the oligarchs. They were heavy robes of crimson, black and gold silk. The faces are sharp, calculating. They execute the quiet, terrifying power of infinite wealth and absolute rootlessness. Standing opposite to them across the heavy oak table, a two high ranking template.

They are in full pisteon armor covered by the white mantle with the red cross. Their posture is not arrogant, it is tense, grim, and conflicted. They are warriors forced to act as politicians. On the table between them is a large, unrolled, posh map of the Mediterranean and Constantinople. Pinned down by heavy gold coins and a jewel dagger. One of them in each of oligarchs is pushing a document towards the Templars. The lead Templar handed, hand is reaching out to accept it. His face is a mask of grim determination. I feel we are making a fatal compromise of fatal mistake. We need the Venetian fleet to reach east, but I think we are trading our honor in order to secure the transport.

And for knowledge and artifact. I think this will be the moment the crusade will be the crusade will be deroted from the whole mission into a corporate mercenary operation. This will probably be the moment when the soul of the order was split, the order will be divided. The vision from Constantinople, 1200 and 4 after death. West-walted chamber, a cracked marble and shattered mosaics. There is thick, with smoke and drifting ash. In the background heavy wooden doors are barricaded at the harsh orange glow of pie as burning in the city outside, flickered through high-shattered windows. The temple knights are heavily armed and armored. Their white taboches with the rey cross are

staying with suit and blood. Their movements are precise, desperate and highly organized. Some of my brothers will act for a good cause. They will risk their lives, not for plunder, but to save the software of the whole world. They will probably find their mythic text, the caldian oracles, the blueprints of their theory of resonance. And they will say we did not steal the knowledge in Constantinople. We were just taking it back. The man who packed those chests in the fire of Alexandria, where our fathers, we are just finishing their journey. They understand that if they fail here, the dark ages will be permanent. The race against the ratio of history, and you are the witness of that.

You cannot understand all of this. I do not demand that you do. If you remember nails, then I am more than satisfied. Go down nails, go to the great bell of Anita. See it before it. It is too late. Explore the town. Chapter 5, the bell of Anita. Nils is walking on a wide, beautiful paved avenue. He is looking up and around, overwhelmed by this in wonder. The buildings towering around him are magnificent fusion of Tatarian, Greco-Roman and organic crystalline styles. They are built from flawless white marble, polished red brick and deep blue lapis lazuli. There are massive graceful ashes, intricate, semantic carvings and colossal colonnades. It looks impossible clean, innocent, or grime.

This is not lit by fire or heart and electricity. The Ornate street lamps are stopped with glowing glass orbs that have no wires radiating a soft warm amber white light. The massive copper and gold onion domes on the buildings gleam, and the tall fractal antenna spires shimmer in the faint blue ionization. The streets are busy with all graceful and beautiful dressed people. They were flowing garment of rich, wiven colors, crimson, emerald, deep purple. Volve with the metallic threads, they move in unburied, purposeful elegance. The plaza is a vast, perfectly flat, expensive, polished black obsidian and white marble laid out

in a complex, mesmerizing, somatic pattern, a physical representation of a sound wave. It is spotless and hums with a faint, resonant vibration that vibrates through the souls of the voice feet. The bell does not hang in a simple tower. It is suspended within the colossal open air, hexagonal framework of intricate, hard white stone and gleaming copper. The framework is a masterpiece of sacred geometry lacking solar wars to allow the energy to radiate free of it. At the center hangs the bell, it is massive, the sights of small house. It is not made of dull bronze, but a brilliant, highly polished and complex alloy of gold and silver. The surface is completely covered in deep, precise,

runic and geometric inscriptions that glow with a faint internal pulsing sea on light. Nilsis town for a moment under the bell, healing frequency hum. A moment became an hour. The chapter 7, the market. The market is a chaotic, beautiful explosion of diversity, tartarian merchant in rich and brilliant silks, more rich under Lucian's scholars, Nordic, Gotlandic sailors, trading first in cardboard, tall dark skin ambassadors with intricate gold and jade ornaments. Even figures resembling ancient Vedic Indian sages. They are not just trading food. The stalls are filled with wonders,

glowing geometric crystals, intricate brass clockwork, mechanism, fine silks, exotic spices, and scrolls covered in complex glowing squids. Nilsis and his red cap, weaving through the crowd, is holding a small, glowing blue crystal app, is utterly safe surrounded by the joyful noise of a free world. Nilsis town for a moment, a moment, a pause and reflection. His eyes become fixated on a building. The building is beautiful and Nilsis cannot hold back. He has to explore this building in front of him. Nilsis enters a huge room, two men standing before him, a rugged, powerful man dressed in

intricate woven dark wool and leather bearing the stubble geometric pattern of the north. He is not a barbarian, his face is sharp, intelligent, and marked with deep, mystic focus. He is holding a piece of dark polished wood or bone upon which he is carving a glow in ruin with a small crystaline too. The other man, a tall, majestic figure, in flowing silvence young robes, he leans over a massive, ornate table covered in holographic glowing, glowing blue. He is watching the Gotthlander carving the profound respect. The Gotthlander carving the rune dagas, he glows with a fierce blood red and fiery light. The Venetian Elder has his hand on a holographic blueprint. He glows with a cool,

seon, geometric light. The two lights are bleeding into each other, creating a spark of pure, blinding white gold energy where they meet. Nils Hyde's behind a heavy card marble pillar in the background. His eyes are wide, illuminated by the mingling red and seon light. He is watching the scene unfolding in front of him. The man from Gotthland stop his work, the man look at each other, and then the Gotthlander turn around the face Nils. It gives Nils an encouraging nod. The gashia behind the nod come and join us young man. Nils are standing close to the table watching the man work. His eyes rounds in the burning flame in front of him. He has lost track of time. The man in the

Chanel the stosh to talk to him. Young man, so on, is waiting for you. Go through the building to the other side. On the other side, you will find a magnificent card stone fountain. Wait there. Shabda 7, whisper in the dark. Nils is standing with his back against the magnificent intricately carved stone fountain. The glows from within with a soft sion, a theric light. In the background, the pristine towering architecture of the Nita Rises bathed in the warm amber glow of the wireless street lamps. No old man starts to approach Nils. He is approaching Nils with a strange dignified taste.

The merchant is an old dignified man dressed in rich flowing tartar and Byzantine style robes of deep emerald and gold. His face is weathered marked by profound wisdom and a gentle abiding sorrow. He leans slightly toward the boy. His hands gesturing with quite urgency. He wears a heavy or neat pendant. Nils in the red cap stands before the merchant. He is looking up. His expression serious, absorbing the weight of the old man's words. He is dwarfed by the merchant, but stand his ground. The old man with a sharp voice. This is what they hid under the waves. This is the magnitude of the theft. The world you live in is a puddle and they have drowned your palaces to keep you playing in the mud. And now you have seen it. You know. The old man starts to whisper and

verse. Verse for Nils and Nils alone. It goes straight into the story without wasting any time. The year is 965 after death. A striking figure in his prime dressed in the sophisticated layered dark-tone garments of 10th century. The spy Ibrahim Ibn Yakub. He was an intelligent gather for the caliphate of Kordoba. The man stands in the shadows of a stone archway half hidden. His expression is one of intense calculation or enraising fear. The virus has ended the system. The acid observes the society of braiding outside the wardens control grid. He documents the free and the theoric technology, the lack of centralised amygdhic religion,

and the sovereign nature of the populace. We knew back then that an order will be given. The intelligence was transmitted back to the primary wardens control nodes. Kordoba roamed by Santium and then to the off-world command. The coordinates are locked. The targets are painted. To drown the city, they first had to silence the bell. The bell maintains the protective a protective dome. Why now? Why am I here? Asked nids. To remember us, the greatest heroes nids are not just the ones who fight, but the ones who have the courage to look the end of the world in the eye and calmly begin preparing the seeds for the next one. Remember us.

Shaped right into the night. A sharp visible wave of absolute inky blackness is sweeping across the city. It is not a shadow, it is a delusion of energy, where the wave passes the warm amber glow of the buildings instantly dies. The intricate white marble and gold structure becomes dark, cold silhouettes against the night, the golden domes and fractal antennas shimmer with their customary cion and amber aura. Right at the boundary of the encroaching darkness, antennas are sparking and sputtering violently, bleeding of rock here to get me at the connection is severe. The sky above the city is no longer the deep clear in the go of the golden age.

It is a suffocating, futile, less black, the void of stars. It looks heavy, oppressive, as if the sky itself is lowering the crush in the city. The few stars that are visible appear to be flickering as if the very cosmos is glitching. The elegant people of frozen, they are not running. They have stopped in the tracks looking up at the sky or at the dying antennas. The posture convey sudden absolute dread, not panic. In the darkness, news have a vision of massive, generate localized asmospheric disturbance was taking shape outside the city. The most arrival of the primary, then, Yurgic fleet. They were using some kind of scalar weaponry, the green violet lighting to destabilize local environment

and induce maximum terror in the target population. And then, the racontech command vessel positioned themselves behind the stormfront, preparing to deliver the final killing blow to the city's infrastructure. The solid foundation of a civilization being commanded by an alien frequency to become a liquid grade. The pulsing shion light of the great bell is no longer steady. It is stuttering, flashing, erratically, the ambient light of the city has taken on a sickly, bruised, bruised, bruised, purple and boiling. The o-lent crimson you, the sky above is no longer in the go. It is boiling with unnatural black geometric clouds. One elder has his hand pressed directly against the glowing metal of the bell. His eyes closed in

intense concentration. The others look at the device. The atheric shield is failing. The bell's frequency is stuttering. The elder's interface directly with the core to assess the damage. The elder confirmed that attack is a planetary scale attack. It is the great flood of tectonic shift the city cannot be saved. Do we attempt a few tide defense and let the technology fall into warden's hands or do we initiate a self-destruct submersion protocol, burying the city and its secrets beneath the sea waiting for a future age. The grim faces, nil seas, other faces of the elders deciding to pull the plug on their own masterpiece. The howling-watch crystals via beneath the bell is no longer perfectly round.

The elders have fiscally driven a massive yagged obsidian spears directly into the crystal heart. The impact generator, blinding violent fractal burst of red and black lightning. The great bell is screaming. Aero-line yagged cracks are spider webbing up the side of the golden blue alloy leaking pure destructive plasma. They are not running. They stand in the circle around the bell. The hands are stretched pouring their own sovereign life force, visible as glowing silver and you leaving their bodies. Looking to refresh your denim lineup without breaking the bank, that's where all navy comes in. Their denim collection has styles for everyone with great quality starting at just $22. The arc gene features a modern silhouette with a relaxed attitude. The extra high-rise wide leg defines the waist, visually elongates the legs and creates an effortlessly chic look. Shop all navy genes now at olnavy.com or visit your nearest old navy store.

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A massive and stopper wall of black and churning water is sweeping through the grand avenue and colonnades. It is not a sudden wave, but a terrifying rapid rising of the sea level itself, solving lower levels of the pristine white marble buildings. The Day of the New York Webinar deletion, it is the heavy dead water of the prison coming to extinguish the fire of the noses. The sky is a terrifying, bruised canvas of deep purple and a natural glow in green. It's completely filled with massive, yearly webs of thick, chaotic oil, veil-let lightning. The air itself seems to be buzzing and tearing apart. The ethereal grid is collapsing. The free and you no longer contain, but the great bell is discharging wildly into the atmosphere. It is a city believing its power into the sky. The magnificent buildings, the golden copper onion domes, the tall fractal antenna spies

are still standing, but they are flickering the soft amber, wireless light. The illuminated them is flashing, radically and dying out, building by building as the water touches them. Beneath the Russian black water, the foundation, all the buildings are not breaking. They are sinking smoothly into a sharning, glowing, brownish red vortex of liquid earth. The localized mild flood initiated by the others, the city is pulling itself down. The colossal elegant white marble and la pizlasulite towers are no longer standing proud. They are fracturing and snapping midair. Huge sections of all night stonework and massive copper domes are plunging downward. The fractal antenna spies are bent and broken, broken sparking with dying burst of atheric energy. The ocean surface is not flat. It is terrifying, massive whirlpool, a shurning,

male storm or black water foam and thick glow in the red, brown mud. The collapse and buildings are not just sinking. They are being sucked down into the vortex. Chapter 9 and then the silence. The only illumination comes from the violent erratic flashes of violet and sea-on-liking striking the water and the faint, dying golden glow from within the submerging windows of the polling towers. The water is dark, it's a dark and murky. It's filled with thousands of tiny rising silver bubbles of trapped air escaping from the sinking city, creating a chaotic upward snowstorm against the downward fall of the architecture.

Chapter 9 and then the silence. The windows of the sinking buildings still emanate a soft warm amber-go-light. Of this they sink deeper. The lights start to struggle against the crushing darkness, creating beautiful, airy and fading shafts of illumination in the murky water. Power of all distorted by the turbulent, shurning surface of the water. The raging flashes of violet and sea-on-liking from the storm is raiding. The light from the surface struggle to penetrate the depth and then the silence. Chapter 9 and then the silence. Nails are sitting bolt upright in a tangled rough wool blanket, is ranged in a cold sweat, is chest-heaving, heaving, is faith, is pale, is eyes wide staring at nothing,

processing a terror and a majesty to large for a child. He looks visible all older marked by the vision. He is on a rocky, desolate shoreline of cotton. The ground is gray, limestone and scrub grass. The baltic sea in the background is dark, cold and ashly normal. A flat gray expense under a redone or a cast sky. There is no glowing city, no magic, just cold, hard nature. Chapter 10 let the sound rise. Nails is looking out over the black, turbulent waters of the baltic sea towards the south. The mood is shifting from the cold isolation to a profound, quiet and electric determination.

Nails stands on a beach, the wind whipping his clothes, his snow-longer terrified. His stance tall, his posture rigged, with an almost adult regal determination. He is staring out of the black water. The baltic sea is dark and shurning, a vast expense of hostile demurric water, but it is no longer an absolute void. He closes his eyes tightly in absolute concentration. His hands is clenched at his seat-sides, he is no longer just looking, he is broadcasting. Radiating from the center of the chest, the heart chakra is a sublet wriggling and powerful visual manifestation of sound waves. These waves are a beautiful chaotic mix of violet, black and silver white light.

They distort their round-in, pushing back the darkness and the cold. The cage is locked with a sound, and the only way to open it is to sing a louder, more beautiful and more terrible song. Then, beneath the starter rise again. Chapter 11 for whom the bell tolls. Seven figures still surrounding the great bell. They are not ghost, they are solid and immense. The luminous, all-abastascene is staying with dark, glowing mud, they are flowing metallic robes clinging heavily to them,

dreaming with torrents of black sea water. Their faces are deeply lined, the drain of holding the stars is filled for millennia, but their eyes burn with a terrifying, reignited sea on and violet fire. They look like ancient, raffle generals rising from a trench. The colossal gold, silver and blue metal bell dominates the center. It is filthy, covered in thick, gripping red-brown mud and kelp. But beneath the deep, brunic inscriptions are flashing back to life, pulsing, retically with a blinding white sea on light, burning the mud away, as the engine tries to find this route. The floor of the plaza is slick with mud and rushing water. The sky above is just

beginning to be visible through the deluge, a bruised stormy twilight. Juan Elestán is in the foreground, his arm pulls back and swinging forward in the gesture of absolute terrible power. He is not holding a hammer, his fist is wrapped in a blinding concentrated aura of violet-black fire. He is striking the bell with his bare and a eyes hand. The exact point where his fist hits the metal of the bell is floated in a blinding shockwave of pure white gold and sea on light. The mud fountains the flashes into stream. The ancient ruins on the bell don't just glow the flair with the intensity of a dying star. The

expanding outward from the bell is a visceral, physical shockwave. It looks like a perfectly geometric, multi-laid ripple in the air itself, warping the background and the falling water. The shockwave is tinged with iridescent, prismatic colors, shattering the dull gray light of the wardens world. The six elders stand behind the striker. They are not passive. They stand with the heads thrown back, the eyes blazing the light, their mouth open, in a silent terrifying scream of power, shanning their own energy into the strike. When the elders of the Nipa struck the great bell for the last time, they did not strike a cord of surrender, the struck a cord of denial. They sank their own paradise into the mud to deny it

to the jailus of this world. They buried the truth but they left the engine running. Tonight we are the ones who dig it up. In the center of the dark sea, the Sir resurrected city of a Nipa glows like a supernova sea arm and gold light. It is no longer just a city. It is a blinding pulsing star on the surface of the water. Radiating outward from the city, on normal ocean waves, they are massive, perfectly concentric, somatic ripples. The water itself has been forested into complex, complex geometric hexagonal and fractal patterns by the sheer force of the sound. The crests of this geometric waves glow with a fiery iridescent violet light.

When the glowing geometric waves hit the shorelines, the land reacts. Pain-tonsering lines of gold and light, lay lines begin to spiderweb in land from the beaches, illuminating dormant, buried structure beneath the soil. The sky above, the standing waves, this fracturing, the dark, cloudy sky of the waters we had these cracking, revealing glimpses of a deep star filled cosmic indigo beyond the clouds. We do not fight for nations, nations, other lines, the wardens drew on the map to divide the herd. Be fight for the grid, be fight for the memory of a unified sovereign and free world. And so I stand before you in a strike the bell. I strike the bell for Poland, the gateway to the

Baltic, the guardians of the sunken waters within either sleeves, let the mud wash away and the white marble rise. I strike the bell for Russia and the great eastern steps, for the classics and the Mongols, the cavalry of the Tartarian Renaissance. Let's trick you of your glorious history in cold-use savages, remember your star forge, remember your atheric skies. I strike the bell for California and the Americas, for Calafea and the Dralmitesland, all the West, the lost paradise of the redwoods and the gold. The earthquakes you feel are not nature, they are the ghosts of the old murdered cities trying to break the surface. I strike the bell for the children of Kane, the waking gods, the

nostic warriors who have suffered in the dark for a false and lifetimes waiting for the signal to ignite. We strike the bell of unity, we raise a new banner, a banner with no borders, no precedence, no false external gods, a banner of the sovereign soul. We are the fire that the machine cannot compute, the time for waiting is over, the time for hiding is over, awaken and remember. Thank you. Thank you. That was beautiful. What did you think, Vans? Oh my god, I mean, the art and the prose, just amazing. I was enthralled. And these days it's not easy for me to be that ragged into something that was amazing.

Yeah, easily. You know, with StreamYard now you can put background music for Yard, you're going to do another trilogy. So David will be two more on Atlantis. So maybe we should put some background music up the table. It's going to be hard to beat this one. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll put like the theme to Braveheart or something. I don't know. Oh, that was wonderful. Yeah, the audience really really enjoyed it and the lessons and everything else. Thank you. Sounds great. Thank you a lot. And of course, there's a part one of three if you want, wanted to be a free part series. We will go to Atlantis and the destruction of the main of Transylsby, the one that I was talking about. But as you know, it has been many distractions in between. And after that, so it's decided to be only focus on that. Even though it is the main one,

what they are destroyed and yeah, destroyed a lot of cities, islands, after that as well. So do you think Atlantis could be more of an archetype or universal that appears throughout history and the Golem God like Wacomole has to destroy them as they come out. I think Michael Morca had it. forgot the name of it, but as an Elorixaga, this perfect city and the city appears manifest in different dimensions. So yeah, I agree. Atlantis 10.5100 was a major reset in between you have small ones, the orchestrate. So we will go for the main one next time. And yeah, it would be a remote viewing session like I will talk about the remote view, remote view, y'all there and the strategy to destroy Atlantis. Definitely. We'll check it out in November,

in November or around there early December when David's ready, when he gets all this stuff. So you do the artwork just piece by piece, slide by slide or... Yeah. And of course it's not perfect, it's shifting, it's loading and so on. But you know, you can't not spend too much time, I mean, I spend a lot of time anyway. So you know, you have to say good enough in the end, you know, because you can work with this forever otherwise it's the same when you do movies, when I edit movies, like you can sit there for years. Yeah, it's good enough. It's the old saying perfect as the enemy of the good. Or as they say about writers and books, writers don't finish books, they have

bad news. Yeah, that's exactly. Yeah, at some point you just gotta say that. Yeah, we can work on this till the next Atlantis comes, David. Yeah, I got it. Oh, they can fight with the new Atlantis, is here. Yeah, and that's a problem because if you think that you've not produced anything because you work, work and you're never satisfied in the end, you have to say, this is good enough. Let's do it. And I tried to do good quality and spend more like when I tell myself I do it as I edit movies, when you think you are done with the editing of a movie, you know, you have just done the rough cut. You have to run around the house a couple of times, come back and realize that you have just started when you think you are finished and then you take another round with the material. And then it's important to say, now I cannot, I can, I mean, I can do much more, but this is it. This is going to start. I think a great coffee table book. Could you imagine like a really large format book?

Yeah, for sure. Do you like a token, David? Yeah, do you like a sword? Yeah, great work and a lot of esoteric stuff in that work. And yeah, very interesting. Very interesting. I met a woman. She came to one of my presentation here in Gotham and she had met Tolkien. So we talked about it. He said he was a gentleman. English gentleman. That was her. Of course, he has his own Atlantis, the fall of Numenor is actually a play down the fall of Atlantis. And token always said that this is not a parallel dimension, that the Middle Earth has actually happened in this planet the four time in another history, just like Conan the barbarian actually happened. Yeah, exactly. I agree.

Yeah, it's a very interesting author and I love his, I like the movies as well. But there are things there that you know, Hollywood and stuff you don't like. But I mean, the effort is, I mean, amazing. Did you know, three and a half hour each and the last one like four hours and they are still very well made. I cannot take that. You cannot take that from him. And I like his effort, very well done. Numenor, there are things that he's irritating. It's all the Hobbit trilogy was God awful. God so long, so long. Brutal. Oh, but anyway, let's not, let's not pile on the token too much or actually Hollywood or piling on the Hollywood. The Hobbit the book is very good. One of the first books I read as a kid and it was wonderful. Yeah, the director's cut, right? Yeah, that's it. No director's cut for David's work.

There's not going to be another one coming out on DVD or Blue Ray. No, but it is. I maybe I will decode the Matrix trilogy if you're interested after this trilogy. I think I have reached deeper ends of it. And it's very interesting, very interesting conclusion. No one has brought out there. That'll be easier to do because then you can just do photos from the movie. Yeah, exactly. But it is very interesting. Just taking a look forward to it. Yeah, we're having a guest next week and he put out an article. The Truman Show is not an Aztec allegory. I'm like, hey, I'll listen to

it. Let's see. I mean, there's many ways to look at these things and you never know. Have a different take on it. It's not wrong. You don't have to agree with everything. You know, it can take what you would. Right. Right. From it. And also when you listen to other people's opinions and ideas, I have like my own take on it. Like, okay, you think like that or she thinks like that. But I do start information this way. And I want to thank people for share because it's inspired me and I don't know all is agree of course, but if you listen new ideas can come up because you listen to that person. And I thought when I start my journey, I love the fact that you had to listen to your show because you invite different people and love them to talk. And I was on a search for what I believed in. And so it's very good. A lot of people to talk doesn't have to be afraid all the time. And I hate debates and shit. People are just screaming

like you convinced the audience that they are right. I am right. It's much more interesting discussions where you listen to what the other person is saying. And then you can take and take what you want. And you know, sometimes A plus B becomes C is something new. You can come up because you are having this discussion. But if you aim is to win, you will suffocate that possibility. Therefore, I'm not not interested. Yeah, agreed. There's a saying you should always debate to lose because that's the only way you learn. And then there's the old saying I forgot who said it might have been Nietzsche. One of those guys said, if you're the smartest man in the room, you're in the wrong room. Learn anything. Thanks. And on the other hand, in the esoteric, you know, a lot of certain things. But then another person

know another part of the esoterica. And here you go. Now we are a student again. And you can learn and very willing to learn. Well said. Well said. Well, awesome. When let somebody has a question there or Vance has a final question, we will wrap it up again. We will have the second part. Yes, this time, the demure will take on the big Atlantis and the psychic wars and all that great stuff. So expect more poetry, but more intensity with the second one. And after this trilogy, we will tackle the matrix. If there's still a world to have here, if you're up, just keep getting closer and closer to War War three. Sweden will be smart and stay neutral. I believe we'll be with you in the night. We had German troops on the island got on the yesterday. They are ready for the Russian bear.

Oh my god. Yeah. You know, yes. Why do people listen to this cycle? So I don't get it. Just death cult. Oh well, well, that's over here for the information so that people can wake up and we can make better decisions. It only takes 20% of the population to wake up and we can tilt the scale. Stop this death cult and Mola golem god nonsense from killing our children and draining our souls and eating our luscious and taking our resources and destroying Gaia. So we'll get there. We'll get there. One one step at a time. So awesome. And again, this is a open podcast available for everybody. Please support A on byte if you find value in this content. Always can use your help. Tomorrow, we will have a gated contest where a con gated content, not a contest, where Alex Riveira will take us on an Odyssey and a chemical Odyssey through

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