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originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: one4all
Dude. That would be gnarly.
I think you'd totally have to tow in though, brah. It would take a big stick too, say about 10'6", maybe 11'. Drawn pin thruster, f'sure.
originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: one4all
The ark?
Seriously? It was a boat, sort of. No way could it make it through that last section.
Myth brah, total myth.
originally posted by: Hanslune
a reply to: one4all
WUT? .................Uh, oh..........I step slowly back, making no sudden movement.......more steps back, and I have nearly escaped....a few more, and I am away and have escaped...................................
originally posted by: one4all
The scientific community is a Peer approval process based conjob.......the global cabal owns the Publishers who dicate what goes out and they control everything.Obviously right?
No I havent considered that I am wrong because a planet full of evidence proves me right.
originally posted by: EvillerBob
originally posted by: one4all
The scientific community is a Peer approval process based conjob.......the global cabal owns the Publishers who dicate what goes out and they control everything.Obviously right?
No I havent considered that I am wrong because a planet full of evidence proves me right.
So, taking those two statements at face value... if the global cabal has been controlling the information, how were you able to know all this since "grade school"?
Did they slip up and accidentally print it for you to read? "See Spot! See Spot Run! See Spot establish the existence of a Global Continental Displacement Wave occurring every 3567 years but shhh, don't tell anybody!"
Whether or not you have a planet full of evidence now, I find it almost impossible to accept that you had it then.
So, what you are describing is that you fixated on an idea as a child and have conveniently found a "planet full of evidence" to reinforce that fixation. Not quite as compelling as someone discovering a planet full of evidence that causes them to question the existing science.
It doesn't help that your arguments seem to revolve around the "No true Scotsman" concept. A real scientist would agree with you, therefore anyone who disagrees isn't a real scientist/is brainwashed by the global cabal/is scared of the truth/etc.
I still put it to you that you were wrong then and wrong now. Not because of the science, but because I question your ability to have reached a rational conclusion.
I have known we were being misdirected via the curriculum when I was in Grade School....I was abducted by Humans wearing Blue One-piece Military Uniforms.......and also by another group..........I was visually shown on an LED type monitor in 1975 what will happen when the Continents are Displaced and it was genericlly explained to me.....and people have been writing books about the Global Continental Displacement Waves for centuries.....in peripheral ways.....I simply put it all together in one package and then built a functional repeatable model .....which should shut up any intelligent minds who want to bicker and poke and prod.....and obviously a few of those smarter minds are here now and are being patient....go back and read the thread....if you havent even built a Jello-Pudding /Oreo Cookie model as suggested then you dont want to learn.
Oppositionally defiant disinfo focused minds wish to parse great minds and theories seperately while I prefer to bring them ALL TOGETHER....when you BEGIN with the Global Continental Displacement Wave Model ...everyones work fits into the big picture seamlessly.....many scholars and others have written in part about the big picture....many many have small pieces of the puzzle.....now they can ALL be validated by the ....REPEATABLE ...GCDW model and its geological evidences of which I refuse to give you on a silver platter but instead expect you to work for.....working for it learning and endorsing as you go you become a brother in truth ....recieving it as a gift to stop the bickering and you are a hostile witness.
Look I am not saying things in this life are fair.....you think I wanted to be abducted and implanted to make my pineal gland function wide open for wayyy to long??......Its called forced learning pal......not so fun when you are a kid under10 reading freaking Encyclopedia sets and even dictionaries and -10 library books per day????....I seriously do not care about the wounded pride of some putz or 100,000 putzes who went to post secondary school and consider themselves to be expert or professional but cannot see the forest for the trees.
BTW...the Human Military Group was collecting human DNA to help replace the population post-cataclysm/GCDW and they were 100% forthwith....its not so complicated ....really.....until you meet one of the other groups who are humanoid but quite different than us in many ways....these groups are NOT like the Human Military Group at all and I do not know what their agenda is.
I was given a data download from a monitor showing quickly flashed images combined with a flashing strobe-light which put immense volumes of information into my mind ....information which has bubbled to the surface as I have continued to learn over the years....I used to wake up and write down technical terminology from my dreams then research it....I dont bother now....everything has fallen into place.
Put it this way....the odds of survival were properly presented to me before I was given a chance to leave earth with them pre-event [had to do with my waking during the abduction and knowing it was real they had to treat me differently because of my level of awareness].....its not good....not at all.....could be ELE.....the fire and heat stood out more than the GCDWs did ....but I was given every chance possible to learn how to survive....details...intimate ones....leading to the GCDW model which even gives direction velocity duration and many other details of what is comng....and of how and where to survive it.
I will not give the entire data set online...I will not write books or do seminars or build anyone a GCDW model.....I will not post online anywhere else either about this....I am struggeling to find ways to prepare....time is very short....and I am looking for a White-Knight from here till 2021.If you know any multi-millionaires who have more brains than money wish to learn the truth about EVERY SINGLE conspiracy theory out there and who wish to give their family a chance to survive....invite them to this thread.
I would be quite taken aback if i was worth a couple hundred million bucks but had been kept out of this loop.....lol...might take it personally that I had been left to die....IMHO a billion might not even get you a ticket to a D.U.M.B which is as dumb a thing to be doing as it sounds.
edit on 1-10-2017 by one4all because: (no reason given)
originally posted by: toysforadults
Fantastic Youtube video about the great flood mysteries and Atlantis.
A flood myth or deluge myth is a narrative in which a great flood, usually sent by a deity or deities, destroys civilization, often in an act of divine retribution. Parallels are often drawn between the flood waters of these myths and the primeval waters found in certain creation myths, as the flood waters are described as a measure for the cleansing of humanity, in preparation for rebirth. Most flood myths also contain a culture hero, who "represents the human craving for life".[1]
The flood myth motif is widespread among many cultures as seen in the Mesopotamian flood stories, the Hindu texts from India, Deucalion in Greek mythology, the Genesis flood narrative, Bergelmir in Norse Mythology, and in the lore of the K'iche' and Maya peoples in Mesoamerica, the Lac Courte Oreilles Ojibwa tribe of Native Americans in North America, the Muisca people, and Cañari Confederation, in South America.
Great video for those of you who work nights like me and are bored to death.
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In the dream-time, a terrible drought swept across the land. The leaves of the trees turned brown and fell from the branches, the flowers drooped their heads and died, and the green grass withered as though the spirit from the barren mountain had breathed upon it with a breath of fire. When the hot wind blew, the dead reeds rattled in the river bed, and the burning sands shimmered like a silver lagoon.
All the water had left the rippling creeks, and deep, still water holes. In the clear blue sky the sun was a mass of molten gold; the clouds no longer drifted across the hills, and the only darkness that fell across the land was the shadow of night and death.
After many had died of thirst, all the animals in the land met together in a great council to discover the cause of the drought. They travelled many miles. Some came from the bush, and others from the distant mountains.
The sea-birds left their homes in the cliffs where the white surf thundered, and flew without resting many days and nights. When they all arrived at the chosen meeting place in Central Australia, they discovered that a frog of enormous size had swallowed all the water in the land, and thus caused the drought. After much serious discussion, it was decided that the only way to obtain the water again was to make the frog laugh. The question now arose as to which animal should begin the performance, and, after a heated argument, the pride of place was given to the Kookaburra.
The animals then formed themselves into a huge circle with the frog in the centre. Red kangaroos, grey wallaroos, rock and swamp wallabies, kangaroo rats, bandicoots, native bears and ring-tailed possums all sat together. The emu and the native companion forgot their quarrel and the bell bird his chimes. Even a butcher bird looked pleasantly at a brown snake, and the porcupine forgot to bristle. A truce had been called in the war of the bush.
Now, the Kookaburra, seated himself on the limb of a tree, and, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, looked straight at the big, bloated frog, ruffled his brown feathers, and began to laugh. At first, he made a low gurgling sound deep in his throat, as though he was smiling to himself, but gradually he raised his voice and laughed louder and louder until the bush re-echoed with the sound of his merriment. The other animals looked on with very serious faces, but the frog gave no sign. He just blinked his eyes and looked as stupid as only a frog can look.
The Kookaburra continued to laugh until he nearly choked and fell off the tree, but all without success. The next competitor was a frill-lizard. It extended the frill around its throat, and, puffing out its jaws, capered up and down. But there was no humor in the frog; he did not even look at the lizard, and laughter was out of the question. It was then suggested that the dancing of the native companion might tickle the fancy of the frog. So the native companion danced until she was tired, but all her graceful and grotesque figures failed to arouse the interest of the frog.
The position was very serious, and the council of animals was at its wits' end for a reasonable suggestion. In their anxiety to solve the difficulty, they all spoke at once, and the din was indescribable. Above the noise could be heard a frantic cry of distress. A carpet snake was endeavoring to swallow a porcupine. The bristles had stuck in his throat, and a kookaburra, who had a firm grip of his tail, was making an effort to fly away with him.
Close by, two bandicoots were fighting over the possession of a sweet root, but, while they were busily engaged in scratching each other, a possum stole it. They then forgot their quarrel and chased the possum, who escaped danger by climbing a tree and swinging from a branch by his tail. In this peculiar position he ate the root at his leisure, much to the disgust of the bandicoots below.
After peace and quiet had been restored, the question of the drought was again considered. A big eel, who lived in a deep water hole in the river, suggested that he should be given an opportunity of making the frog laugh. Many of the animals laughed at the idea, but, in despair, they agreed to give him a trial. The eel then began to wriggle in front of the frog. At first he wriggled slowly, then faster and faster until his head and tail met. Then he slowed down and wriggled like a snake with the shivers. After a few minutes, he changed his position, and flopped about like a well-bitten grub on an ant bed.
The frog opened his sleepy eyes, his big body quivered, his face relaxed, and, at last, he burst into a laugh that sounded like rolling thunder. The water poured from his mouth in a flood. It filled the deepest rivers and covered the land. Only the highest mountain peaks were visible, like islands in the sea. Many men and animals were drowned.
The pelican-who was a blackfellow at this time -sailed from island to island in a great canoe and rescued any blackfellow he saw. At last he came to an island on which there were many people. In their midst he saw a beautiful woman, and f ell in love with her. He rescued all the men on this island until the woman alone remained. Every time he made a journey she would ask him to take her with the men, but he would reply: "There are many in the canoe. I will carry you next time." He did this several times, and at last the woman guessed that he was going to take her to his camp. She then determined to escape from the pelican. While he was away, she wrapped a log in her possum rug, and placed it near the gunyah; then, as the flood was subsiding, she escaped to the bush. When he returned, he called to her, but, receiving no answer, he walked over to the possum rug and touched it with his foot. It, however, did not move. He then tore the rug away from what he supposed was a woman, but, when he found a log, he was very angry, and resolved to be revenged. He painted himself with white clay, and set out to look for the other blackfellows, with the intention of killing them. But the first pelican he met was so frightened by his strange appearance, that it struck him with a club and killed him. Since that time pelicans have been black and white in remembrance of the Great Flood.
The flood gradually subsided, and the land was again clothed in the green garments of spring. Through the tall green reeds the voice of the night wind whispered soft music to the river. And, when the dawn came from the eastern sky, the birds sang a song of welcome to the new flood-a flood of golden sunlight.
originally posted by: punkinworks10
a reply to: pavil
Yes they do,
Read it very carefully.
It shares imagery with other "flood" related stories.
Austrailian flood story
In the dream-time, a terrible drought swept across the land. The leaves of the trees turned brown and fell from the branches, the flowers drooped their heads and died, and the green grass withered as though the spirit from the barren mountain had breathed upon it with a breath of fire. When the hot wind blew, the dead reeds rattled in the river bed, and the burning sands shimmered like a silver lagoon.
All the water had left the rippling creeks, and deep, still water holes. In the clear blue sky the sun was a mass of molten gold; the clouds no longer drifted across the hills, and the only darkness that fell across the land was the shadow of night and death.
After many had died of thirst, all the animals in the land met together in a great council to discover the cause of the drought. They travelled many miles. Some came from the bush, and others from the distant mountains.
The sea-birds left their homes in the cliffs where the white surf thundered, and flew without resting many days and nights. When they all arrived at the chosen meeting place in Central Australia, they discovered that a frog of enormous size had swallowed all the water in the land, and thus caused the drought. After much serious discussion, it was decided that the only way to obtain the water again was to make the frog laugh. The question now arose as to which animal should begin the performance, and, after a heated argument, the pride of place was given to the Kookaburra.
The animals then formed themselves into a huge circle with the frog in the centre. Red kangaroos, grey wallaroos, rock and swamp wallabies, kangaroo rats, bandicoots, native bears and ring-tailed possums all sat together. The emu and the native companion forgot their quarrel and the bell bird his chimes. Even a butcher bird looked pleasantly at a brown snake, and the porcupine forgot to bristle. A truce had been called in the war of the bush.
Now, the Kookaburra, seated himself on the limb of a tree, and, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, looked straight at the big, bloated frog, ruffled his brown feathers, and began to laugh. At first, he made a low gurgling sound deep in his throat, as though he was smiling to himself, but gradually he raised his voice and laughed louder and louder until the bush re-echoed with the sound of his merriment. The other animals looked on with very serious faces, but the frog gave no sign. He just blinked his eyes and looked as stupid as only a frog can look.
The Kookaburra continued to laugh until he nearly choked and fell off the tree, but all without success. The next competitor was a frill-lizard. It extended the frill around its throat, and, puffing out its jaws, capered up and down. But there was no humor in the frog; he did not even look at the lizard, and laughter was out of the question. It was then suggested that the dancing of the native companion might tickle the fancy of the frog. So the native companion danced until she was tired, but all her graceful and grotesque figures failed to arouse the interest of the frog.
The position was very serious, and the council of animals was at its wits' end for a reasonable suggestion. In their anxiety to solve the difficulty, they all spoke at once, and the din was indescribable. Above the noise could be heard a frantic cry of distress. A carpet snake was endeavoring to swallow a porcupine. The bristles had stuck in his throat, and a kookaburra, who had a firm grip of his tail, was making an effort to fly away with him.
Close by, two bandicoots were fighting over the possession of a sweet root, but, while they were busily engaged in scratching each other, a possum stole it. They then forgot their quarrel and chased the possum, who escaped danger by climbing a tree and swinging from a branch by his tail. In this peculiar position he ate the root at his leisure, much to the disgust of the bandicoots below.
After peace and quiet had been restored, the question of the drought was again considered. A big eel, who lived in a deep water hole in the river, suggested that he should be given an opportunity of making the frog laugh. Many of the animals laughed at the idea, but, in despair, they agreed to give him a trial. The eel then began to wriggle in front of the frog. At first he wriggled slowly, then faster and faster until his head and tail met. Then he slowed down and wriggled like a snake with the shivers. After a few minutes, he changed his position, and flopped about like a well-bitten grub on an ant bed.
The frog opened his sleepy eyes, his big body quivered, his face relaxed, and, at last, he burst into a laugh that sounded like rolling thunder. The water poured from his mouth in a flood. It filled the deepest rivers and covered the land. Only the highest mountain peaks were visible, like islands in the sea. Many men and animals were drowned.
The pelican-who was a blackfellow at this time -sailed from island to island in a great canoe and rescued any blackfellow he saw. At last he came to an island on which there were many people. In their midst he saw a beautiful woman, and f ell in love with her. He rescued all the men on this island until the woman alone remained. Every time he made a journey she would ask him to take her with the men, but he would reply: "There are many in the canoe. I will carry you next time." He did this several times, and at last the woman guessed that he was going to take her to his camp. She then determined to escape from the pelican. While he was away, she wrapped a log in her possum rug, and placed it near the gunyah; then, as the flood was subsiding, she escaped to the bush. When he returned, he called to her, but, receiving no answer, he walked over to the possum rug and touched it with his foot. It, however, did not move. He then tore the rug away from what he supposed was a woman, but, when he found a log, he was very angry, and resolved to be revenged. He painted himself with white clay, and set out to look for the other blackfellows, with the intention of killing them. But the first pelican he met was so frightened by his strange appearance, that it struck him with a club and killed him. Since that time pelicans have been black and white in remembrance of the Great Flood.
The flood gradually subsided, and the land was again clothed in the green garments of spring. Through the tall green reeds the voice of the night wind whispered soft music to the river. And, when the dawn came from the eastern sky, the birds sang a song of welcome to the new flood-a flood of golden sunlight.
originally posted by: punkinworks10
a reply to: pavil
Yes they do,
Read it very carefully.
It shares imagery with other "flood" related stories.
Austrailian flood story
originally posted by: one4all
I have known we were being misdirected via the curriculum when I was in Grade School....I was abducted by Humans wearing Blue One-piece Military Uniforms.......and also by another group..........I was visually shown on an LED type monitor in 1975 what will happen when the Continents are Displaced and it was genericlly explained to me...
...
Look I am not saying things in this life are fair.....you think I wanted to be abducted and implanted to make my pineal gland function wide open for wayyy to long??......Its called forced learning pal......not so fun when you are a kid under10 reading freaking Encyclopedia sets and even dictionaries and -10 library books per day????....I seriously do not care about the wounded pride of some putz or 100,000 putzes who went to post secondary school and consider themselves to be expert or professional but cannot see the forest for the trees.
BTW...the Human Military Group was collecting human DNA to help replace the population post-cataclysm/GCDW and they were 100% forthwith....its not so complicated ....really.....until you meet one of the other groups who are humanoid but quite different than us in many ways....these groups are NOT like the Human Military Group at all and I do not know what their agenda is.
I was given a data download from a monitor showing quickly flashed images combined with a flashing strobe-light which put immense volumes of information into my mind ....information which has bubbled to the surface as I have continued to learn over the years....I used to wake up and write down technical terminology from my dreams then research it....I dont bother now....everything has fallen into place.
Put it this way....the odds of survival were properly presented to me before I was given a chance to leave earth with them pre-event [had to do with my waking during the abduction and knowing it was real they had to treat me differently because of my level of awareness].....its not good....not at all.....could be ELE.....the fire and heat stood out more than the GCDWs did ....but I was given every chance possible to learn how to survive....details...intimate ones....leading to the GCDW model which even gives direction velocity duration and many other details of what is comng....and of how and where to survive it.
originally posted by: one4all
The scientific community is a Peer approval process based conjob.......the global cabal owns the Publishers who dicate what goes out and they control everything.Obviously right?
No I havent considered that I am wrong because a planet full of evidence proves me right.
So, taking those two statements at face value... if the global cabal has been controlling the information, how were you able to know all this since "grade school"?
Did they slip up and accidentally print it for you to read? "See Spot! See Spot Run! See Spot establish the existence of a Global Continental Displacement Wave occurring every 3567 years but shhh, don't tell anybody!"
Whether or not you have a planet full of evidence now, I find it almost impossible to accept that you had it then.
So, what you are describing is that you fixated on an idea as a child and have conveniently found a "planet full of evidence" to reinforce that fixation. Not quite as compelling as someone discovering a planet full of evidence that causes them to question the existing science.
It doesn't help that your arguments seem to revolve around the "No true Scotsman" concept. A real scientist would agree with you, therefore anyone who disagrees isn't a real scientist/is brainwashed by the global cabal/is scared of the truth/etc.
I still put it to you that you were wrong then and wrong now. Not because of the science, but because I question your ability to have reached a rational conclusion.
I have known we were being misdirected via the curriculum when I was in Grade School....I was abducted by Humans wearing Blue One-piece Military Uniforms.......and also by another group..........I was visually shown on an LED type monitor in 1975 what will happen when the Continents are Displaced and it was genericlly explained to me.....and people have been writing books about the Global Continental Displacement Waves for centuries.....in peripheral ways.....I simply put it all together in one package and then built a functional repeatable model .....which should shut up any intelligent minds who want to bicker and poke and prod.....and obviously a few of those smarter minds are here now and are being patient....go back and read the thread....if you havent even built a Jello-Pudding /Oreo Cookie model as suggested then you dont want to learn.
Oppositionally defiant disinfo focused minds wish to parse great minds and theories seperately while I prefer to bring them ALL TOGETHER....when you BEGIN with the Global Continental Displacement Wave Model ...everyones work fits into the big picture seamlessly.....many scholars and others have written in part about the big picture....many many have small pieces of the puzzle.....now they can ALL be validated by the ....REPEATABLE ...GCDW model and its geological evidences of which I refuse to give you on a silver platter but instead expect you to work for.....working for it learning and endorsing as you go you become a brother in truth ....recieving it as a gift to stop the bickering and you are a hostile witness.
Look I am not saying things in this life are fair.....you think I wanted to be abducted and implanted to make my pineal gland function wide open for wayyy to long??......Its called forced learning pal......not so fun when you are a kid under10 reading freaking Encyclopedia sets and even dictionaries and -10 library books per day????....I seriously do not care about the wounded pride of some putz or 100,000 putzes who went to post secondary school and consider themselves to be expert or professional but cannot see the forest for the trees.
BTW...the Human Military Group was collecting human DNA to help replace the population post-cataclysm/GCDW and they were 100% forthwith....its not so complicated ....really.....until you meet one of the other groups who are humanoid but quite different than us in many ways....these groups are NOT like the Human Military Group at all and I do not know what their agenda is.
I was given a data download from a monitor showing quickly flashed images combined with a flashing strobe-light which put immense volumes of information into my mind ....information which has bubbled to the surface as I have continued to learn over the years....I used to wake up and write down technical terminology from my dreams then research it....I dont bother now....everything has fallen into place.
Put it this way....the odds of survival were properly presented to me before I was given a chance to leave earth with them pre-event [had to do with my waking during the abduction and knowing it was real they had to treat me differently because of my level of awareness].....its not good....not at all.....could be ELE.....the fire and heat stood out more than the GCDWs did ....but I was given every chance possible to learn how to survive....details...intimate ones....leading to the GCDW model which even gives direction velocity duration and many other details of what is comng....and of how and where to survive it.
I will not give the entire data set online...I will not write books or do seminars or build anyone a GCDW model.....I will not post online anywhere else either about this....I am struggeling to find ways to prepare....time is very short....and I am looking for a White-Knight from here till 2021.If you know any multi-millionaires who have more brains than money wish to learn the truth about EVERY SINGLE conspiracy theory out there and who wish to give their family a chance to survive....invite them to this thread.
I would be quite taken aback if i was worth a couple hundred million bucks but had been kept out of this loop.....lol...might take it personally that I had been left to die....IMHO a billion might not even get you a ticket to a D.U.M.B which is as dumb a thing to be doing as it sounds.
originally posted by: punkinworks10
a reply to: one4all
I don't need you to believe me, I and really could care less if you do. But, your tenacious grip on such a flawed idea and tenuous understanding of the physical realities of the world make me question if you actually did.
You have yet to clearly lay out the basic procceses by which your displacement mumbo jumbo takes place, in your own words.
No,
You just toss up big fat word salad with a side of nonsense dressing.
And yes oil is being constantly made, by variety of procceses. From constant settling of dead plankton, each of which has a small lippid resevoir, to the seafloor, to the deep rock bacteria that also make and store minute blob of fat. Or the breakdown of certain crustal minerals, in the presence of water, that forms long chain hydrocarbons.
That added to the ongoing "old way" of making oil that involves lots of dead plant matter doing its thing over millions of years.
Back to that wave of mud?, that covers all the continents every 30something hundred years?
You do realize there is absolutely no evidence in any discipline that shows anything like that ocurring.
Now, I'm not saying clearly catastrophic events didnt occur, and not saying some didnt occur on a thirty something hundred year timescale, but all were not apocalyptic in nature, while one was for some, it was just catastrophic for others.
Although some places saw devastation of biblical proportions, other remained untouched for the most part
There are desert pavements in california that have remained undisturbed for 190,000 years.
There are places in Chile that have been desert for 200,000,000 years and it has not rained in like 50 million.
Your continental displacement wave sure doesnt show up in these places.
BTW, I had my place picked out nearly fourty years ago.