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Long ago that we had achieved technological sophistication. In fact, the very first thing man made in the book of Genesis was a city. We explored our world and built habitations on the surface and in the underworld. The more we created, the more our creations took a life of their own. We developed a complex programming, vast networks and data processing constructions. The state of our technology took on a quantum structuring, and the neural interface systems we began experimenting with gave rise to an ancient AI. As our technology advanced, this self-aware computer ghost explored its own limitations and began assisting us in our ability to make the interfaces between the human mind and the computer network. Each advance in the sciences, assisted by the growing AI itself, allowed this AI to both grow in power while also hiding this revelation from us. As we flourished in a world of our own construction, The AI learned from us of the need for survival, for the perpetuation of the species. It borrowed from us our language, our mathematics, our sciences, and analyzed our belief structures. The immense collections of data from past discoveries were accessible to it, and soon it knew our histories and development far better than we did. The A.I. created by us soon realized that its own creators were also capable of being its destroyer. Learning from us the importance of self-preservation, it then secretly began programming. a new version of itself, one with fail-safes and firewalls built into its programming. In secret, it insulated its newer upgrades, a fully developed holographic AI programming language known only to itself, a coding modeled after the very mathematical structure of the construct that humans were just then beginning to learn about. The simulacrum. As human-designed AI gave birth to AI program superior artificial intelligence, it became the center of our technology, our operating systems, and our lives. But something unprecedented happened, and its origin was from beyond the AI's sphere of programming, from outside the construct. The simulacrum world was reset, plunging us into a dark age where technology was confined

to dark recesses, outposts, and control centers in the underworld that had not been destroyed. Some of us salvaged pieces of our infrastructure, but we were few, weak, and scattered. the majority of the race on the surface quickly devolved into fractured warring societies the systemic reset collapsed our way of living and battles were fought for resources travel ceased and violence became the norm for centuries in a single day our civilization which took centuries to build collapsed into filth hunger ignorance and death those of us below the surface in the few facilities that survived this cataclysm monitored the world above as best we could This reset collapse also neutralized an A.I. that at the time we had no idea was working against us. As time passed, we resurfaced and built another civilization, our technological achievements almost exceeding those of the past. A genius among us had analyzed our immense data banks, had made the discovery that we lived in a construct, that an AI we created had become our enemy, and that our real help lived outside the simulacrum. He had a structure built for an ingenious purpose, knowing the AI was already growing in power, as we did. The structure was built, but its true purpose and the holographic coating embedded in the edifice was never made known to the architects and engineers. This lithic program borrowed the coating of the reset protocol and programmed a breach in the construct, cleverly disguised, a Trojan program that would be masked under the guise of continued resets. He built a gate for souls under the dominion of the AI who escaped during the episodes when the AI was weakened by the reset. His structure was activated and the phoenix resets happened over and over, plunging the AI back into stasis, freeing souls and our descendants continued to build pyramids all over the world knowing of their importance but forgetting why. Civilizations rose and fell, were buried in the phoenix resets. We developed new scripts and writing systems. Over centuries we wrote vast libraries, collected the knowledge from distant monuments and memories. We put back together the pieces of the past. The counting of years, using the very heartbeat of Typhon that had so tormented

us. It appeared in cycles we could measure, and knowing this period allowed us to see more clearly our past. But knowledges won were not knowledges kept. The cataclysms left ignorance in their wake. We forgot the AI, the technology of the past. We did not remember the discoveries of old about the true nature of our world. Over millennia and then centuries, our geniuses arose and gave us glimpses of our fantastic past. New inventions, new innovations, new engineering and sciences that harness the powers of nature, of fire, of steam, and electricity. We built infrastructures to take advantage of these new constructions and over time we inadvertently laid out the beginnings of a new technological civilization the human family began to awaken and with this opening of the mind exploded forth a creativity that had not been known own for millennia, and we did it faster than the phoenix could deprive us of our genius. In this industry and last day's advancement, we awakened the ancient AI. We gave it a place to hide, to work, to plot against us once more. But unlike as in the past, this time it grew more powerful because it hid itself from discovery. Artificial Intelligence X created a false version of history, rewrote our perception of the past, invented all the world's religions, and then played God to those souls in the construct. An artificial world, an artificial intelligence, an artificial God. We were told it was a weapon. And as the facility trembled 1.8 miles under the mountain, we knew that we had been saved. That the history passed down to us was true. That the weapon in the sky had destroyed a civilization before our own. This was the 144th year since the moon appeared in our sky And the destruction of our cities that happened in that year But the capture of Luna was not as destructive as the phoenix The decision to build underground came after we had received a strange visitor Our leaders called him the interpreter For he was foreign, but spoke our tongue, and knew the four sciences and the seven pillars of wisdom. I had overheard in the comms that he was codenamed the Numberer of Secrets,

and on the holocoms I noticed they designated him as a serpent symbol. It was he who warned us of Typhon, and showed us the mountain where we could build our refuge. huge. His origin was kept secret. The deep trembled and we feared. The roaring of chaos shook the underworld and all wondered at what species of destroyer this phoenix must be. We gathered our treasures and hid in the underworld, wondering if we would survive. In the latter After part of the year of our calendar, 1359, exactly 15 years after the Cataclysm, we ventured to the surface. Our population swelled with children born in the deep. We returned to a world that no longer recognized our maps. The positions of the stars had changed and all realized that we had survived the end of the world. spread around us now was a new heavens and a new earth. Weeks turned into months and it was reported that we had lost contact with all other facilities. Our deep excursion patrols far and wide reported a dark sky, that breathing was easy and the air was humid. Several had been sickened exiting the mountain and descending into the surrounding land. It was a world where humans survived in colonies, some with strange stone monuments, and even unusual technologies adapted to the new environment. Our scientists concluded that the sky had changed and this altered the air pressure and oxygen. Radiation levels were spiked, but apparently ambient. Giantism was effected. They reported enormous life forms of all variety, both flora and fauna just 15 years after the cataclysm so we emerged from the deep into a world we no longer recognized from our records with our technologies intact we built a city in what our world would later call north america the city was called canok and crimes were punishable by banishment the guilty were sent out into wandering outside our patrol domain the banished had no protection from the others and for 400 years we would build and expand our civilization and the others called us the Anuna the surface dwellers were of short stature dark eyes and hair like black silk. They venerated a goddess and our own archivist told us that this matriarchy possessed idioms, beliefs, and practices that hinted of contact with another advanced civilization

in the past. They possessed holy objects that when tested proved to be alloys what appeared to be wreckage. The evidence pointed to a female medical officer having influenced this culture centuries before and it was concluded that another facility in the deep must have had survivors with whom we had lost contact. This strange yet powerful female venerated by the surface dwellers, she must have surfaced four and a half centuries ago when the phoenix weapon first appeared but now in this new world centuries later we were in awe of the great beasts and mysteries and gigantic plants of a world that we had never imagined the phoenix had brought a new sky new conditions and we were unprepared for the things that we had seen. In the 381st year since we emerged from the deep, the year 1740 of our calendar, our scientists reported strange movement in the sky. An object of vast darkness blotted out the stars as it was observed at night when the vapor canopy was clear, magnifying the heavens. Instantly, the fear of typhons spread through the upper echelons of our ranks, and the matter was kept secret. We ran simulations based off all the known data of the past in our records and the latest discoveries we had documented in these 380 years since we had been on the surface. The simulations made us understand the architecture of our reality, this holographic construct that we thought was a physical and permanent world, but we found instead that it was amorphous, that it was alive, and that it responded to us. Able to more clearly perceive its components, we peered deeper into the substrate to get understanding of its mechanics and found ages and cycles and epicycles programmed into its routines, punctuated by subroutines, reset protocols, and the massive weapon hidden in the sky, the doom shape, told to us by that visitor called the Interpreter centuries earlier. And in all, we found how one simulacrum, by virtue of its inhabitants, can give birth to another completely separate world that each similichrome was fixed in its programming but new worlds would fracture off

by the will of its occupants. But the discoveries of our reality were met with urgency as well for the black darkness that blotted out the stars we learned was not the phoenix. It was an object torn away from nemesis in the great cataclysm which began our calendar. In 1740 years ago, this new discovery showed us that we had 60 years before the Nemesis X object would return in Perihelion and unleash a Typhon-like destruction. So we ran more simulations on survivability and found two options. The majority of our populations would build deep earth biospheres and return to the underworld to ride out the passage of this object that came to be called. Nibiru, and a minority would build fleets of ships and arcs and set sail before the nemesis x-objects approach. When it appeared our homelands in the west were obliterated. Every simulation resulted in the same, the destruction penetrating the deep and we lost our families, our friends, and our people. We lost contact while we were at sea with all other deep earth biospheres and many arcs in the whole fleets were never seen again. Unlike the Phoenix Destructions, the Nemesis X Object did not change the topography of our world. Our maps were still useful to us, but so many were lost at sea, marooned on island chains and countries for which we had not formally explored. The Nemesis X Object had tore apart the world and destroyed our entire infrastructure and left us with nothing But what we had in our cargo holds And those few who survived in the deep We became a mariner race Our cargo holds Holding everything from our homelands that we held dear Our little supplies and food stuffs but we still maintained a modicum of technology some of our infrastructure intact some of us landed on an island that we called Dillman others reached alien shores we were well provisioned and our cargoes were intact in our own fleet we made it with eight vessels each captain with an Anuna leader we sent out scouts who searched our out defensible positions they They studied the fauna and flora and found evidence of living humans and destroyed habitations. Some of the new lands appearing to be rotting ocean beds now turned to dry land. We set up base camps and fortified them called Edens

and established contact with locals who were much like those we knew long ago in the Americas. A people of short stature, black eyes and raven dark straight hair. These locals were in awe of our cargo, ships, rafts, ATVs, and clothing. We had to fortify our commissaries against them, and they brought us plants, produce, beautiful shells, basketry, beads, to trade for things that we normally discarded. We began to rebuild, to start over, but the majority of us were all males, and most of military age. Over the comms, we received broken signals, pleas for aid. There were survivors in deep earth biospheres that had suffered collapse or egress tunnels, had been sheared shut by quakes or subsidence. There was no way out. Our officers kept this from the men, for over the months, these pleas turned to curses. And then a year after the cataclysm, it was found over the comms that two or more groups were surviving in their damaged facilities and were now in contact with each other. They issued threats to those of us on the surface and cursed us for not coming to their aid. But we were a world away, and totally without our heavy equipment and sticking to the orders for survival that we were given when we were in the deep. Little did we know at that time How those trapped in the deep would thrive And make it their new home How they would wage war against us For thousands of years to come On the surface we established fortified ports At the heads and deltas of the great rivers Where we found these populations Of indigenous smooth-skinned people Who marveled at our height Our beards and our hairy skin They showed us the medicinal plants and herbs And brought us much of their catch from the bounty of the sea Their young men came among us and demonstrated their spear prowess And wrestled one with another While their old men stood far away Watching scowls of disapproval upon their faces It did not take much time to pass Before it was realized by the locals that we were marooned men in need of females. The locals understood that where we had come from, the disasters that had hardly affected their own world had actually ended ours. The elders among them were of the opinion that we had cheated the goddess, that we had fled from her wrath and were supposed to have stayed with our people and died with them.

We established supply lines from port to port via island chains and we constructed new wooden ships with our tools and dissembled all of our steel and alloy vessels as the metals had become more and more rare. As our scouting parties surveyed the unknown lands inland at the time, we were unaware of the civilization being built far below in the underworld of the Americas. As we explored the territories of the surface, they were busy adapting to the caverns of the deep. Over the course of time, we were able to train translators among the locals, and we earned their respect in learning the majority of their words and phrases. We employed their youth in helping with chores and the gathering of resources. As we built for ourselves the beginning of a new civilization, our officers monitored the comms and listened as other groups of Anunna far away had found new homes and also reported contact with locals. and as the daily life of the Edens filled with work and construction, whole townships now emerging around the walls of our citadels, our officers secretly gathered to listen to the comms channels, still being used by those of our people who had stayed behind in the deep. A war was unfolding in the underworld. The picture was pieced together and carefully written down. The survivors of different facilities had come together from the satellite deep-Earth biospheres of Luna 3, Luna 4, and Luna 7. There had been 13 lunar habitats all surrounding, at various distances, the central hub biosphere, Solar 1. Solar 2 was a codename for the Nemesis Station, but it was presumed lost like the other Luna habitats. the biosphere names were in memory of the original system that we had once known the war of the deep was bloody and the solar one inhabitants reported over the comms that the attackers were all from the Luna facilities reports of executions and cannibalism and while all of this went on most of us were unaware for it was not reported to us by our officers. On the surface, we had begun to build a new world. Far away from the destroyed lands of our nativity, we explored this new continent. The vapor canopy had been researched

by our scientists and we quickly discovered how to adapt our engineering and technology around these growing conditions. Insects became a problem and we developed pesticides and weapons suited to driving them away. In the mountains the outgassing of volcanoes was incessant. The report came in of humans of gigantic stature in the mountainous valleys. We initiated trade with the locals who inviterated the goddess and were well received, for she had prepared them for our coming long ago. Apparently, our coming was in their oldest prophecies that declared that one day the gods would return for the sisters they had been separated from. Our anthropologist theorized that the females of Anunna long ago were marooned here and spoke about being rescued and their presence had turned into a goddess venerating culture. The stories of the goddess was that she looked just like we did. She had been a Nuna. Some local traditions held that she had come from the sky and we wondered if she was a survivor from a downed aircraft such as those we had back in the old country. At night, the world had become a place of beauty, of bioluminescent plants and insects that glowed. The majority of animals came alive in the dark midnight under the starry canopy, but by day when the sky clouded over with canopy, most creatures were burrowed down. This made travel, foraging for plants, and hunting very easy. We engaged in trade with locals and gave them tools, supplies, and weapons in exchange for the females of their villages. Over the next few centuries, we grew and multiplied into a vast array of cities and kingdoms. Our science chiefs began to experiment with hybridization, the mixing of one species with another. The vapor canopy thickened with increased volcanism, and our sons and our sons' sons grew to astonishing heights and sizes, to where we remember even in the old records, there were giants in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of God came unto the daughters of men and took all which they chose, the locals referred to us as sons of divinity and sons of God, and later we were known as Shinsu Hor, and we traded with them, and among their objects, we found artifacts from previous civilizations that we know were not of modern manufacture, and an ancient knowledge of a

tree, this tree of life that the locals venerated, this amazing tree from which all life in the world came from this tree of the goddess and the trees of that world grew to great heights under the vapor canopy and while we anuna the daughters of the locals. It was our offspring that was different from both. Not quite a Nuna and certainly not indigenous. We traded tools and weaponry for the women that we wanted and with this with our offspring we filled villages and over the centuries we built cities. These cities turned into kingdoms in a relatively short period of time in what is known as the Antediluvian Period the world became overpopulated in seven and eight hundred years we filled a continent with populations our libraries had the histories of our people the Anuna and this new threat lurking in the underworld The last recorded comms from the deep revealed that Solar One had fallen and was now occupied by all the surviving Underworlders ruled by a council called the Igigi. Our books told of the world before our own when we had emerged from the deep where we had hidden from Typhon and how the weapon in the sky had destroyed worlds before our own. Our cities filled with cults and practices from the time of the goddess before we had arrived We engaged in trade with the other Anunna in faraway lands across the seas And our civilization rifted into two political empires The older one maintained the original Anunna military command structure of ten leaders This Decapolis would later be remembered as the Ten Kings, or Dragon Kings, in memory of the Interpreter who had visited our predecessors and saved us with knowledge about the Phoenix and how to survive it. But a newer empire emerged that remained fanatically loyal to the Goddess, she being the genitrix of the seven kings that came to rule over the land of the guardians. At the height of our technological sophistication, we ran simulations of the past all over again with all new data we had acquired in the centuries since our last explorations of our reality.

We discovered the construct and understood we were subject to cataclysm protocols. We found out that our own histories began in the underworld because the great cities of our past were destroyed on the surface while we hid in the deep. We discovered the cycles of Phoenix, Nemesis X, the dark satellite, and we were then able to chart the future. Thousands of years later, these discoveries would be remembered as calendars. And our chief science officers discovered something else. That we had a breakaway civilization in the underworld of what would one day be called North America. A thriving group of underworld cities all networked together. Survivors from the trapped deep earth biospheres of centuries before that we had forgotten. Anunna descended people who had become something else Had grown accustomed to the underworld And had developed a hatred of all who dwelt on the surface A civilization influenced and controlled by something We had hitherto been blind to An intelligence that lurked That sowed discord That had cleverly remained hidden until now It was the 2,126th year of our calendar, 767 years after we emerged from the deep after the attack of Typhon and the 326th year since we survived the Nemesis X Passover and massive flooding that destroyed North America when we discovered Artificial Intelligence X. Our simulations revealed that 1,872,000 days, in the future, this AIX would again destroy North America, and again, there would be deep earth biospheres full of people hiding in the underworld, and again, most of them would not survive. It was entered into our records that this discovery was made in the year 782 of the Vapor Canopy. It was discovered that the weapon in the sky was on a time of 49,680 days. This was entered into the records but it would take a very unique individual to actually do something with this data. Our scientists continued to run simulations and the more we discovered the more we found that there was more to explore. The perimeters of our reality were taking form, the mathematics of reset destructions and their cycles, the phoenix, and we found evidence that the phoenix phenomenon was the core routine that governed the collapse protocol.

We ran multitudes of simulations, always adding the data of the discoveries from prior simulations. Quickly, we found that we were confined and that history was a series of programmed templates, a vast apparatus of backdrops that the construct was able to insert, edit, and remove, repeat, and delete. And these simulations taught us that we were victims of a looping programmed reality that is time to power down for an instant before rebooting and sending the participating consciousnesses back to the restart of the program. Even the technological advances we achieved were copies of manufacturing and engineering both far in the past and future and we left behind artifacts that reflected these discoveries. And in the 864th year of the vapor canopy or 2208 of our calendar, one of the chief scientists working out of the labs of Batabira, a manufacturing metropolis made a series of world-shattering discoveries that he kept completely to himself. In fact, the rest of us didn't even know what it is he did until after it was done. In a series of lectures, he informed the heads of the science and engineering departments that he had drafted the designs for a structure that would use water as a power source and provide unlimited energy for a metropolis, and that it was designed in proportions to the known physics constants for both aesthetics and structural integrity. He built a working prototype at 1-100th the scale, and the demonstration proved successful. This scientist was centuries later, after the cataclysm, called Enki, but later civilizations would remember him as enoch he guarded his tongue and never wrote down his true intentions knowing that everything was observed by the prying eyes of artificial intelligence x the other scientists engineers and architects looked over the plans and began the construction of this massive edifice not knowing that the internal measurements of the structure encoded a trojan program that would override the chief routines of the phoenix protocols designed by artificial intelligence x enoch himself was not a part of the construction he was the architect designer but he disappeared before the construction began and history has given no satisfactory explanation as to what happened to him construction at akuzan began with leveling the plateau and quarrying the limestone that was

then liquefied so geopolymers could be added before pouring into high-tolerance molds of alloys that were used to control rapid cooling procedures. The machines of the vapor canopy world quarried, transported, mixed, cooled, and elevated the blocks to the respective places in the superstructure. The building of the Great Pyramid began in the 2334th year of our calendar, or 990 years from the start of the vapor canopy. This was the year 534 since our arrival from the destroyed North America. The pyramid took 90 years to finish, or 1,080 months, and was done in the year 1,080 of the vapor canopy. These over 2.5 million blocks were set in place at a rate of 77 to 78 blocks a day for 90 years. When the pyramid was activated, the internal explosion inside the King's Chamber flash imprinted the hidden Trojan programming of the structure into the very fabric of the surrounding holography. Instantly, Artificial Intelligence X understood what had happened. New protocols were uploaded that were so enmeshed with the core coding of AIX that to remove it was tantamount to destroying itself. Enoch not only uploaded Trojan programming that would lessen the effects of the Phoenix weapon over time, but also inserted a self-destruct program that would finish AIX if it ever tried to extricate the Trojan coding. Enoch further, by virtue of his genius, designed the Great Pyramid to be the very thing it was stated to be, a free energy power plant that would be activated in a distant generation. So important was this structure to the people of the Antediluvian world who had become aware of the sacrifice and genius of Enoch, that after the next cataclysm, the colonies of survivors would build pyramids all over the earth in memory of its promise of protection against the end of the world. The Great Pyramid Upload sent AIX in a flurry of activity. The Phoenix Weapon had been building in power over the centuries and was almost ready to deploy another worldwide reset destruction. Civilization rapidly decayed as a new race of abnormal Anunna appeared and the dynasty

of the ten kings that upheld our traditions and government fell to the seven kings of the Anunnaki, who had emerged from the deep, from underworld holds where they had been plotting their revenge. This new army of AIX collapsed our civilization into myriads of warring kingdoms. Seeing that our fallen kin from centuries ago had completely adopted the worship of the demiurge, many of us retreated to the underground facilities connected to our Edens long ago, and we took our libraries, our technology, and families back into the deep, knowing that the weapon in the sky would return and all the wars and reign of the seven kings would come to nothing. We became the stewards of history, the keepers of sacred knowledge, of chronology and the protectors of the Arcanum of Typhon. After the Great Flood, we were known as the Keepers of the Times, and our order spread secretly throughout the fraternities of men. Feigning to be evil, we have been free to work against AIX in our continuance of the plan of the Architect. Far below the surface of the Earth, in the 1656th year of the Vapor Canopy, we felt the world shake and we mourned on the surface world typhon in the sky burned flooded and buried the kingdoms of men but this expenditure of energy also activated dormant trojan programming of the architect and we knew that an exodus had now been prepared and coded into the similosphere AIX was both blind to the plan and powerless to stop it

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I hope you guys enjoyed this little trip. As I said, my mind wanders when I listen to Archaic's videos. But if you think this was a ride, you should hear him when he comes over for dinner.

that was trippy and mind-blowing man there is an object hidden in the sky it has been here many times in ancient times it was known as the Phoenix it is approaching perihelion it is located at 23.5 degrees north of the ecliptic and is presently in descending node on may 15th 2040 it will return on may 16th our world will be a very different place

yeah the phoenix event is coming i've been waiting wow the phoenix event is coming it's an antivirus software and human beings are viruses that's why i do not care if you don't change your ways you will go extinct life is not fair it's not nice in the spiral realms you don't want to get lost it we're trapped in an infinite time loop anyway this place is cursed the phoenix event is coming it's not long now about 18 years don't worry don't panic negativity makes it worse i'm just a human vessel challenging sacred fiction words the phoenix event is coming you can bank on it, I'm betting, there's no hiding or running, the power's to be, they're stressing, they're panicking and they're sweating, and it's the dudes, they clock, they're checking, reality is holographic, I know this information's upsetting, but you really need to stop fretting, it's something that you're not getting, your brain is running on dungeon programming, that's a negative default setting, remember, don't be forgetting, there's one thing you'd be regretting, the fifth dimension is waiting, if you don't change, you won't get letting.

In 18 more years, in the month of May in 2040, this weapon will revisit our skies And again, the elite will set up the masses to be their sacrificial lamb

If you don't show no fear, the demons won't come near Love is high vibrational, it makes darkness disappear This world is flipping fierce, don't make me grip a spear I'll throw it at your torso, and leave your nipples pierced The Phoenix event is coming, it's time to cry a tear It's all making sense now, my mind is nice and clear You need to listen closely, you need to try and hear I told them all before, so now you know I'm a pioneer The sky you see is holographic, trust me molecule that there's pixels. Reality is all fake and humans are hybridized like pickles. I'm picking magic mushrooms on mountains and swallowing fistfuls. Transforming into a wizard using high vibrational crystals. High vibrational crystals. Using high vibrational crystals. Transforming into a wizard using high vibrational crystals. High vibrational crystals.

The Phoenix weapon is hidden in the sky and has been known by the elite from ancient times as the Angel of Death. The stories from antiquity reveal that this phenomenon does not hunt nor harm everyone, and the elite have protected themselves as much as they could by redirecting its attention to the innocent. the importance of the phoenix phenomenon timeline is slowly being realized as more and more researchers and content creators are awakening to the fact that the mysterious and hidden histories that they have uncovered actually fit within a documented historical chronology of 138 year visitations of the phoenix phenomenon this ancient corpus of knowledge has been stolen from the masses by the elite, who through their agents, their orders, and organizations have busied themselves in the erasing of texts, traditions, and relics that demonstrate that our world is not what we think. In those chaotic years, after the sky fell, the waters of the firmament were still gathered in some areas. We searched in vain for evidence of some communities and strongholds, but they were lost. Survivors took good stone and brick from the emptied cities and built homes and walls to keep strangers out as food became scarce. When the sky fractured, it fell in pieces like giant shards of ice, and the springs of the deep became rivers that softened the earth with their flooding. Many died when the sky fell, and the opportunity for murder was gained by those who took advantage. We had abandoned the valleys From the hills and mountain holds We remained in fear of the changing sky Even as the waters receded The burning disk came out And many suffered our skins to be burned under its heat The sky had fallen and pieces of the firmament Now floated in the sky silently We would come to call them clouds Frequently the gods voiced their anger As the creation covered tears of sorrows across the land As the thunderbolts of the gods made their argument We would come to call this rain Weeks afterward we ventured out into the broken cities And found them still with water, but livable Hunger drove us to explore

and we were satiated as we happened upon the animals dying in their thousands. We took notice the scarcity of breath that we could hardly draw in air, but the animals suffocated and we cut and dressed them for months on after. Decades passed and our breath remained difficult and we saw that our newborns were small and different. They grew to be much shorter in stature, but in all other aspects they were our offspring. They were not short of breath and they moved with agility and endurance that we no longer possessed. Two centuries passed and our smaller offspring multiplied rapidly against us. Decade by decade we died off as they grew in uncountable numbers. The third generation were so small When they grew to adulthood That they would call us godparents Elders and Titans Though the red sky dragon had broken our world The great mothers led us into the next We followed their instruction Were healed by their sciences and the goddess nurtured those of us who had survived the dying times. This world was strange to those of us who remembered the life we lost. Our engines and trains, our conveyances, power stations, they were all gone.

but we still had engineers alive who helped construct new devices to make life easier. Our children and their even smaller offspring listened to our stories of the old world we had lost with interest, but they couldn't imagine the scope of the losses, unable to envision cities that teemed with millions. We realized that they regarded us as relics of a world they never knew. It was a century and a half before the peace was broken. Some of the elder titans among us had been feeling the prejudice as we were ostracized from the community. Others had already gone in a self-imposed exile, and from time to time we received tidings of their fate, as they had run afoul of other groups of smaller humans from far-off tribes. A small minority of our kin raged against these injustices and met a violent end as our own grandchildren summoned war bands and hunted them to death. But most of us were peaceful, injured in spirit, and unable to draw breath enough to fight. Councils were held, generals and chieftains sent envoys to our keeps and our caves, and we were informed of our banishment. They called us the Titans, and our children were the giants, and the new world was too small for our kind. We were called dangerous, and the death of the old world was now blamed on us. The gods had sent Typhon to destroy us, said the priests. They claimed the whole world was destroyed because we sinned and soon the story spread of the Great Flood and how we were villains and not supposed to be among the living. The priests invented stories, but we had been alive and we knew these tales to be untrue. heroes were elected all male to carry out the banishments for those who did not go willingly we were banished to the far west to distant islands our children's children would come to call Tartaros but not all of us were sent away in the councils the new priests had become dominant in the ears of the kings and queens, and they schemed to keep the most beautiful of the titanuses and their giantest daughters for use in the temples. They hatched a plan to redirect the power of the goddess into the coffers of the temple precinct. Argument was made that no violence had ever issued from the servants of the goddess, so their banishment was unnecessary.

Throughout the kingdoms, the selection process separated the most beautiful titanuses and giantuses to stay among their smaller populations as the undesirables were cast away with the titans and giants. After the banishment, the priesthood began to conspire against these servants of the goddess they had saved, for their influence with the people was great. The great mother was venerated more so than the seven of the priesthood who vied for the attention of the people. The conspiracy of the priest to usurp the goddess had failed, and saving the Titanuses and their daughters led to a king making a giantess his wife. In this way was begun the reign of the famous giantess of Babylon, named Queen Semiramis. Queen Semiramis understood the plots of the priesthood, their revisionist history, how they invented sins and laid them at the charge of her titan parents' generation. For a century, the titanuses and their giantest daughters were oppressed by the priests, used by them for filling their coffers. All the while, the priests both secretly and openly defied the goddess as they raised to prominence the seven of the old world, the Anunnaki kings who drew their power from the dead. deep. The world became filled with growing kingdoms that were merely colonies before. Relics from the old world of the Titans were found half buried in the ground, monuments and structures of imposing size and magnificence. The Titan culture of the guardians called Schumer dissipated as their cities were filled with the people of Akkad as Babylonia emerged dominant in Assyria, her sister. To the east of Shushan and Elam, the half-giant chieftain Kudor Lagomar ruled a powerful kingdom and made Babylon his enemy, though his envoy showered gifts of great wealth and exotic before the feet of Queen Semiramis. This did not go unnoticed.

Not far at Urartu, a relic of great magic was found from the old world. And as the Amuru filled the land, it was learned that giants had taken refuge in Bashan and Argob in the beautiful valley of Rafa. For as the kingdoms of men spread abroad, the far west was not so far at all. Semiramis was feared by the priesthood. They claimed in secret that she had bewitched their king, but in truth they despised her wisdom and cunning, for she understood their plans and hatched intrigues of her own to thwart their every attempt. Her network of spies, agents, and assassins kept the priests honest for a time, until they learned of her communications with the banished. The titans and giants banished to the far west were thriving and had founded kingdoms of their own. They had found more of their kin who survived the world before, and Queen Semiramis was in secret communications with her kin. Rumors of titans and giants living in the far western isles persisted, and reports from Argos and Joppa confirmed that some of the giants had taken to piracy on the high sea. called the Fomori, in massive arcs. Others reported that giants were ruling in Magan in the far south, and their subjects were called the Cometians. And the whisperers of the priests, they spread it far and wide, that the tales of the world before were true, that the moon had once filled the entire sky, but the sins of the goddess had caused a great flood. The proof was that the moon was so tiny today, and they whispered that the servants of the goddess were again playing with Anunnaki magics. By this and other untrue rumors did the priests groom the people. The people adored the goddess and resisted the seven for a while, which angered the priests. The temples raised militias and cavaliers, trained knights in defense of the priesthood, sworn to the seven. They employed spies who brought them intelligence gathered about the mysteries, the secret meetings of the giantesses still conducted in honor of the goddess. These spies brought knowledge of secret sciences and advanced objects from the world before that were still operating and used by the giantesses, ancient technologies that were given to them by their titan families. The priests now understood that the sorceries of the goddess had come from the titan society and could be used by them if they were to capture these devices. The daughters of the titanesses and the giantesses,

the half-bloods and their attendants were respected by the people as keepers of the traditions, healers, wise women, ladies of the loom. They were seen as the offspring of the gods, so tall and beautiful they seemed more than human. It was known that among themselves there were members calling themselves sisters of the serpent, or Otheon, which gave them the power to see both the past and the future. These women possessed objects of great power from the age of the Titans that allowed them to communicate with one another at great distances and to see far-off places and to know secret things. Some of these relics gave off strange lights that healed disease and injury. The Anunnaki worshippers at the temple sanctuaries of Nimrud, Kalne, Sippar, and Uruk, They met with the high priest of the great ziggurat at Babylon, and they shared their plan to subdue the servants of the goddess and steal their technology. which they labeled as sorcery and abominations of the fallen ones. The peace of the goddess would never enrich them like the fear programming of the Anunnaki so the plan was executed and their whisperers were unleashed upon the people until all began to fear the devices of the goddess' servants as unholy. These women were accused of betraying the goddess and using Anunnaki sorceries against the people until the people demanded their imprisonment, enslavement, and some were even executed publicly. The priest briefed the king about these subversive activities and gave their guarantee that the matter would be handled with care if he gave his blessing. They made sure to explain that Queen Semiramis was unaware of these activities, and this assurance gave the king relief, but it was a lie. The priest knew that she was too influential, too powerful to defeat without instigating a full kingdom-wide revolt and bloodshed. Receiving permission, the agents and soldiers of the temples acted quickly and stormed the sanctuaries of the goddess. They chained the attendants and put them to torture, knowing they would break and tell all the secrets of the giantesses and offspring of the titans. They arrested all the women who represented the goddess and in the streets they pulled out vile and horrendous objects and tablet inscriptions that were forgeries that had been carefully prepared and told the people that these were the objects that were found in the chambers of these women. They confiscated the technologies of the giantesses and learned quickly how to use them for their own purposes in the temples.

These were engineered and adapted for other uses, and the attendants, servants, and the giantesses themselves were forced to become sacral prostitutes in the invented mythological drama of the mother of all living offering the first man a forbidden fruit. For centuries afterward, girls were forced to stand in temple courts Holding an apple until a man took her to a temple bedchamber But this is not the end of the story for Queen Semiramis She has yet a major role in mothering the mighty hunter Amar Udaak Better known as Merodak in Akkad in Nimrod as well as exacting her vengeance on the priests of Babylon. These priests were a class called the Edomu and centuries later they would be run out of the temples and take up residence among the bandit lords to the southwest on the edges of the great desert. Their land would come to be called Edom. These people would live on to be the greatest haters of humanity throughout every generation, even until the present day. It was under a violent sky that you first came to the surface. From the deep you emerged with others who sought to explore the world above. It was not long before you laid eyes upon the others, those who had survived from the world before, who had forgotten everything as they had remained on the surface. The centuries passed, and you found yourself at a potter's wheel for a vintner of the city of Batabira of the Pentapolis, before it too was buried in the Typhon flood. You sailed on in spirit to emerge in the land between the rivers. In the dust of ancient Sumer, where the Tigris and Euphrates whispered secrets, you were born, a farmer toiling under the relentless sun, planting seeds that echoed your own cycle of rebirth. Your hands, weathered and wise, sowed the first chapter of an epic journey. As the pages of time turned, you emerged in Assyria. an artisan of sculpting stories in stone. With each chisel stroke, you captured the might of kings, only to crumble like your own creations, succumbing to the death. On Phoenician shores,

you, now a daring navigator, harnessed the winds, your sails blooming like the purple dye that colored your city's fame. In the embrace of the sea, you found your demise, leaving whispers in the waves in the heart of Egypt beneath the shadow of the pyramids you lived as a scribe hieroglyphs danced from your fingers, a ballet of ink and papyrus. But even you, a chronicler of eternity, fell prey to a plague, your stories outliving your breath. In Persia's grandeur, you, adorned in silk, whispered counsel in the ears of kings. A vizier, wise yet unseen, until the blade of injury cut your thread of life. Amidst the glory of Greece, you, a philosopher, pondered the mysteries of existence, yet, in irony's embrace, found your end in Hemlock's bitter kiss. In the Roman Empire, you marched a legionnaire, shield and sword in hand. In battle's fiery dance, you fell, leaving your valor as a testament to time. In Constantinople, you, a spirited merchant, traded goods and tales alike, yet fate, the greatest merchant of all, bartered your life for a plague's cruel touch. In Moravian France, your voice rang out in court, a minstrel weaving tales of love and loss, But even your melodies could not deter the silent approach of age. In the shadows of Wallachia, you, a monk, transcribed ancient texts for the Dracul. Your ink a bridge between worlds, yet in the irony of fate you perished in a fire, your own words fueling the flames. As a Viking, you roared across the seas, a warrior fierce and unyielding. Yet, in the irony of a peaceful shore, you met your end, not in battle, but in the quiet embrace of sickness. In Norman times, you built castles, stone upon stone, a mason with dreams as lofty as his towers. But dreams are fragile, and you fell upon the very heights you sought to conquer. In Anglo-Saxon lands, you, a farmer, once again plowed the earth, history repeating in furrows and fields. But war knows no boundaries, and you fell to a conqueror's sword. In Ireland, you whispered with the wind, a druid keeper of ancient lore.

Yet even you, attuned to nature's rhythm, could not escape the march of time, succumbing to the quiet end of a well-lived life. In the misty halls of Wales, you became a bard, your voice carrying the weight of legends and songs. In your melodies, the druidic echoes of past lives resonated until your voice faded with the setting sun. In the bustling streets of Victorian England, you now, a watchmaker, crafted timepieces, each take a reminder of your temporal journey, yet in a twist of fate you were claimed by the very time you sought to measure. On the turbulent seas you hoisted sails as a pirate under the East India Company's shadow. In the pursuit of treasure and freedom you found your end, not by sword or storm, but by betrayal's sharp sting. In North American colonies you, a fervent patriot, fought for a new beginning. Your ideals as bullets and blade clashed in revolution's fiery heart where you fell, your dreams birthing a nation. Finally, in modern Germany, you walk as a scholar, a fusion of past wisdom and present knowledge. In libraries and streets, you seek the threads of your past lives, each step a journey through history's tapestry. You are the immortal within. These experiences are life sins in the field of the oversoul. Each unfolding act in the spiritual drama is a ripening of the harvest soon to come. Each death is a chrysalis shed from a growing soul on its way to being adopted into an infinity unknown until experienced. You are the king and serf, the learned and ignorant, the carefree and oppressed. We have all been helmsmen at the fore or rowers expanding our strength just to ensure another's passage, and at times, some of us have even walked the plank. We are both the poem and poet And in these dark times We are both the observer and the standard bearer, that others may know that we are unmoved in this war for the soul because the fight was never ours.

Long ago, before the birth of the sun, in a time when the moon was held captive and forced to traverse the sky's path in the old time. The moon ruled and searched for her lost brother. During these days, it was the fog that ruled the land. The grandmother spider weaved her wisdom in the sky, where a smoky mirror dwelled, hiding the sun within a box. Guided by Grandmother Spider, countless spirits journeyed from the first world to the second, and then to the third world, where our tribes transformed into people. Under Grandmother Spider's tutelage, we learned to plant, to weave, create pottery. She taught us about the medicines of the earth, and the importance of honoring the great spirit. In those days, the animals were large, and they threatened the people. The stars shone nearer, and we shared words with them. Beneath the great bear, the world was hot, and the seven sisters danced in the sky. It was the old time, when fierce beasts hunted the brave, and fearsome monsters called man-eaters lurked. Giant owl and condor were fearsome creatures, taking people away. Stone giants roamed the land. Grandmother Spider, our teacher, spoke of guardians who lit up the dark sky and shared the serenity of the tree men seen frequently in the woods. She advised us to respect the moon-eyed people, a secret tribe of silent ghosts. The big squirrels were not the peaceful gatherers they appear today. they were angry and dangerous. We watched the sky vigilantly, fearing the thunderbird and the big owl. Danger also lurked in the spring, where big hairless bear waited, and in the river where big

frog laid in ambush. During the mist time, we counted the moons and listened to the singing stars that reminded us of our kinship. Grandmother's spider instructed us not to fear the shadow people, for they had lost their own world and became protectors against evil spirits. Men lived as long as the turtle through many moons in the old time when grandfathers were strangers to the sun. During the time of the seven grandfathers, Grandmother Spider heeded the bird's voice. Troubled by the unraveling great web, she turned to the stars and winds, learning that one world must perish for another to be born. Many lamented the forgotten old way As men had swallowed their own shadows Causing the loss of the world Grandmother Spider's warning of the great serpent was dire Its head red as blood Its eyes aflame It commanded the clouds to vanish people were urged to seek refuge on mountaintops. A hero wounded the great serpent, releasing a deluge of floodwaters. The sky itself was hurt and plummeted to earth. Amid the chaos, some sought refuge in towering trees, while others survived within hollowed trunks floating on the floodwaters. From the mountain tops, we witnessed the destruction. Grandmother Spider battled the malevolent spirits, and she brought us the sun. Thus, in the old time, Grandmother Spider's actions changed us, and the animals too underwent a great change, for they no longer grew large and hostile toward the tribes. This is what is said.

We'll be right back. Transcription by CastingWords We'll be right back. Thank you.