Many mysteries and secrets are still unsolved by our science. There are only hypotheses. Such a riddle can be attributed to the reasons for the death of the ancient city in the valley of the Indus - Mohenjo-Daro.
Of course, this name was not the real name of the ancient city. This is the name of the place where it was dug up. Translated into Russian, Mohenjo-Daro is a hill of the dead.
Such an ominous name also indirectly indicates a catastrophe that happened here and the mass death of people. So what happened to this city in reality? How to recover lost information inaccessible to archaeologists?
Perhaps viewing those events through lucid dreaming will help in this.
Today I would like to talk about what I have seen on this topic. And, as it turned out, what was shown in many ways confirms the theory of a nuclear explosion, which some researchers talk about, and, moreover, shows the story of the hero from ancient myths - Prometheus in a new way. Saraswati, an Indian goddess, showed this story, she was one of the Teachers who came to earth from the Sirius system, who founded the legendary Hyperborea.
… So, a narrow river lazily carries its waters somewhere far away, where it gets lost in the sands of the desert. But here, palm trees and some shady trees grow along its banks. It is very stuffy, humid air hovers over this world. And the sun, like a red-hot red ball, floats in the haze of the sunset. In its rays, ancient multi-tiered temples seem pink and brick-red. Thousands of sculptures cover them, and they seem to move in an endless dance on the walls.
On the shore there is a settlement of small houses. Near the water itself there are some shacks, and in the distance the domes of the palaces gleam in the sun.
In the rays of the setting sun, swaying, a caravan of elephants moves. On the first one is a half-naked driver with a long pole. The rest of the elephants hold on to each other, grabbing the tail of the one in front of them with their trunk.
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The backs of some of them are covered with patterned carpets. Their every step is echoed with the ringing of bells.
Thousands of midges flock to the water at night. Everything around seems to fall asleep; tall palms doze, their green heads bowed, tired branches of some shrubs hang down, and the river rushes their leaves. Snow-white lotuses move on the water ripples under the gentle touch of the breeze.
The birds froze, and a mysterious silence filled the air. And the river is shrouded in fog ever thicker. It seems to swirl over the water and revolve.
And suddenly, in the swirls of moist air, the ghostly and translucent figure of a beautiful woman in an iridescent rainbow sari begins to appear. Her face is, as it were, veiled with fog and emits a bright white light, and her figure is graceful and exquisitely draped with an unearthly fabric that curls in folds over sloping shoulders, falls over heavy breasts and flows, enveloping her hips and legs. Long necklaces hang from the neck and run down the chest.
Above the head shining with light, a golden shimmering headdress like a crown is visible. It seems that some gentle and mysterious music rushed in the wind. She calls somewhere, to the unknown and beautiful. Its play is exquisite and very intricate that it is impossible to remember. It seems that unearthly beings are playing some kind of stringed instrument.
And now I notice such an instrument in the hands of this female figure. She moves and dances in spray of water and foggy clubs. Her hands, when moving, leave a frozen translucent trace in space, which after some time disappears to reappear with the next movement, as if she has four hands: two are denser, and two are completely transparent.
The name "Saraswati" flashed through my mind. After all, Saraswati in ancient Indian mythology is the personification of wisdom and eloquence, knowledge.
Then Sarasvati waved her hand, and I went up somewhere. She seemed to carry me above the ground. Pictures quickly flashed below. And now a deserted hill and some ruins were right under me.
Straight streets of destroyed walls and foundations of houses. Dead, ruined city. Stones weathered by wind and sand. Some kind of horror seized me, because a dark translucent haze hung over the city, which emitted a prickly cold and it seemed that thousands of screams and groans were heard from it.
And then she began her story, without opening her mouth and without moving her lips. I heard everything inside myself.
… “People now call this place the Hill of the Dead or Mohenjo-Daro. This city was once full of life."
And suddenly the dead stones began to change before our eyes. The eerie black haze disappeared and the walls of houses and temples continued. Roofs appeared on the houses, the streets were green with tree crowns. The facades of the houses were covered with ornamental patterns, and the walls of the temples were painted with gold.
In the center of the city, I noticed the central temple with a huge golden dome. It somewhat resembled a mosque, but the dome only half covered the main hall. The altar was in the open air and represented a large flat area.
And now the city came to life. The noise of the streets and the bazaar filled everything around. Fragrant fruits, sweets, the smell of fish, the creak of carts, the bellowing of oxen and the screams of barkers mixed in the air. Dark-skinned and black-haired people here wore colorful clothes and bright turbans. Women wrapped themselves in the finest fabrics and glittered with gold, which they hung from head to toe. They often tied children behind their backs with a cloth.
The faces of these people were distinguished by large features. They had big eyes and big mouths. Massive gold pendants adorned large noses, and thick black hair curled in large curls.
And then the "fantasy" began. A strange apparatus with huge wheels rotating in opposite directions flies across the sky. Almost instantly he reached the half-domed temple and flew into it. And then I realized that there was not an altar inside, but a platform for landing such devices.
The device stood directly on her, and a couple of tall people in golden robes of the same style as the locals came out of it. But the pilots were much taller than they were, and on their heads stood either crowns, or tiaras, or helmets of golden metal. They were intricate and carved and reminded me very much of the headdresses of the Indian gods. Their skin was much lighter than that of the locals.
“These are the Teachers from the Sirius system,” Saraswati said. “They founded the country of Hyperborea, and when it died, they left for the space of another dimension. But assuming a dense form, they very often came to people to help them and teach them civilization.
Indeed, by this time, the Anunnaki, of whom you have heard more than once, had already seized the Earth and performed their experiments. The local population of the city was the descendants of the ancient race of Tellurians who lived a very, very long time on the territory of present Antarctica and came to the Lands of India along with the earth. If it's not clear, I'll explain it now,”Saraswati said.
“Telluria in the deepest antiquity, after the fall of the stones of tartar or the cosmic underworld, was split into pieces. Then Phaethon and the civilization of Mars perished. (See other site topics.) Pieces of Telluria began to drift across the Earth's mantle. One of them is present-day Antarctica, the other is Australia, and the third is Hindustan. This piece crashed into the plate of present-day Eurasia and crushed the earth's crust into the folds of the Himalayas.
So on this piece the remnants of the Tellurians "sailed". But here, over time, they became partly a victim of the experiments of the Anunaki. The Anunnaki used their genetic material. They mixed with the genes of the yeti and began to infuse the dark spirits of demons into the resulting bodies in order to lower this race down. Demons, of course, did not take root everywhere, but the race became very wild in comparison with the Tellurians and the remnants of the Lemurians in Asia, on whom, by the way, the Anunnaki conducted the same experiments.
The descendants of the Tellurians, who became feral in this way, gave rise to the Dravidian race - the peoples of today's southern India.
So, the Teachers from Sirius did not leave these people and flew to help them. And their help did not go unnoticed. Even in spite of the barbaric experiments of the Anunnaki, the local people rose up and created a powerful civilization, almost your current level. They rebuilt cities with all communications, they learned to fly themselves on the devices of the Teachers and learned many sciences.
This city, and Saraswati pointed her hand downward, became the engineering excellence of its time. There was everything that is necessary for civilized life - running water, sewerage in every house, lighting houses and streets using wireless electricity, telephone communication without wires, and this is 4 thousand years before your new era.
Yes, that was after the death of Atlantis. Not only Atlantis and Hyperborea possessed technologies, but also these people who were at first feral and then civilized by the Teachers.
And most importantly, these people learned the secret of the Anunnaki, and about what they had done with them and with the planet, they knew that the Teachers were not gods and that the Anunnaki were not gods either. And they dreamed of helping the Masters to overthrow the Anunnaki and throw them off the planet. But alas, this was impossible, due to the fact that the Anunnaki fixed themselves near the main rudder of the planet on the northern side of Mount Kailash and set their conditions to the Teachers from other worlds.
Of course, civilization in the Indus Valley began to interfere with them. They could not get teachers in spaces of other dimensions, and these people were at a glance for them. But they did not dare to destroy this world just like that, because the Teachers from other worlds were nearby. And then the Anunnaki came up with a cunning plan - to exterminate this civilization, setting people against each other.
Out of trifle, they kindled a feud between the most important cities of the country, between their rulers - cousins.
And a long bloody war began. It lasted more than a dozen years. One might think - why didn't the Teachers prevent all this? Alas, the Anunaki began to irradiate all this area with low-frequency energies and the Teachers were physically unable to come to people anymore.
The Anunnaki began to put on the holographic masks of the Masters and, on their behalf, tell people about the importance of this war. They told one clan one thing - another another, that supposedly the demons had taken over the opponents, and they must destroy them and their cities.
People continued to believe and did not see the catch, they thought that these were real teachers who were telling them all this. Years passed, the war wore people out, and they finally thought about a truce, because they had equal weapons and aircraft too. They exterminated each other with beam weapons, psychotropic drugs, and so on. All these battles are described in the Indian book "Mahabharata".
There are very few people left, so they decided to go to peace. But that was not in the plans of the Anunaki,”Saraswati continued.
And then the Anunnaki secretly went to Olympus. There, in modern terms, was the base of the Atlanteans left after the flood, headed by the ruler - Zeus.
Zeus still had a monstrous weapon that he had never used since the flood. It was lightning or an iron arrow that destroyed all living things for many years. For you, this can be called an analogue of a missile with a nuclear warhead and elements of a vacuum bomb of enormous power.
And on Olympus, by deception and flattery, they lured a distant relative of Zeus into their nets. His name is well known to you from Greek myths. His name was Prometheus.
Prometheus secretly stole this weapon from the hiding places of Zeus and, at the instigation of the Anunaki, on his flying saucer, under the guise of another god, brought it to India and presented it to one of the warring parties. Yes, this was precisely the fire that Prometheus stole from the "gods" and presented to unreasonable people. A deadly fire of destruction. For which Prometheus was imprisoned in the mountains by Zeus.
The ruler of the opposing city decided to strike. And a great catastrophe happened. The weapon was used. Saraswati said.
And now an eerie brightest light of a hundred thousand suns illuminated the valley of the Indus River. Neither the city, nor the greenery could be seen, and only a dead silence that absorbed the sound. No rumble, no roar. A moment later, the sound broke through with a terrible rumble, and the sky turned red, burgundy and then black, and a giant porcini mushroom with a leg swirling from above grew over the city.
The sound disappeared again, and a dead silence remained, and the frozen time and space seemed dense and glassy.
Something threw me far up. And the mushroom was below, and from it the earth began to settle in a circle, raising black clouds of dust and smoke.
And it seems that some time has passed. And instead of the city there was a charred hill with ruins and remnants of walls melted from the heat.
Saraswati continued her story. “This is how the city that you now call Mohenjo-Daro perished. But he was not the only one who died then. The deadly weapon hit everything around. During the year, many people died around the city and in other cities nearby. The radioactive clouds sowing destruction and the rains that came with the monsoon poisoned the earth and the "vanquished" and "victors" who used weapons.
Victory did not come to the homes of the victors; death knocked on their homes. Horror seized the ruler, and he ordered to cut the iron lightning and drown it in the ocean so that no one else would get it. But death did not go away, mowing entire villages of his country. The king lost his mind and also soon died. His hometown, which is known to archaeologists under the name of Harappa, was emptied and perished.
So the civilization of the Indus Valley was completely destroyed, which dared to know the truth about the world, the Anunnaki, Teachers and gods.
The remnants of those who survived under the influence of the Anunnaki became wild again and began to consider all the objects of the former civilization as demonic, leading to death.
An ancient nuclear war destroyed an entire civilization, and people again turned out to be the toys of those who pretend to be gods. Saraswati said so. And her translucent image disappeared over the ancient stones.
Recorded by Valeria Koltsova