What are we trying to achieve, what and to whom to prove, reflecting on the past, seeing all these found megaliths, traces of machine processing of stone in antiquity, buildings covered with soil, strange artifacts that do not fit into the accepted picture of history, hundreds of old maps with unknown countries and cities, prints and books that simply cannot be, but are they?
After all, you must admit, no one hides all this from us, it is constantly under our feet, in front of our eyes. Such a fashionable topic today as St. Petersburg is a vivid example of this.
What is more surprising to us: this or that incredible fact itself, or the fact that “how is it? why didn't I see that ?! did not understand myself? here it is, all the time was under the nose! We're like that old lady looking for glasses when they are on her forehead.
But the situation is even worse than it might seem.
What for?
Many researchers give up, many readers ask the same question - "Why?" Apathy and indifference are replaced by surprise and anger.
This will be the number one answer.
Another answer can be found in Svetlana Zharnikova, who rightly noted that, not wanting to know the truth about our past, by renouncing ancient Russian history, we cross out the lives of our ancestors. Their whole life, because of them, it turns out, as if it never happened. They didn't live, didn't suffer, didn't work, didn't love.
And so, the more arrogant have already tweaked the story here and there, this way and that, where a little bit, where more. And as a result, the Russian people went from the biblical Ham, foreigners Cyril and Methodius gave written language, the first clock was built by the Serbian monk Lazar, all science came from the Germans and Arabs, etc. And we are a stupid herd, yesterday's savages, worshiping wooden idols and with joy, I quote "bloodlessly" betrayed the faith of their grandfathers, calling it pejoratively "paganism."
So to summarize - just know. Know, learn, pass on your knowledge to children. This is already something. This is the least we can do.
How?
How do you find the truth? Where in the sea of information available today to fish for grains of truth? Develop your imagination, absorb as much knowledge as possible, and most importantly, doubt. In everything and always. And learn to see.
Don Juan taught the fool Carlos, and us with him, to loosen the assemblage point. One of the practices available was to look at the shadows of the leaves rather than the leaves themselves. The brain recognizes only what is accustomed to, the same that does not fit into "his picture of being", it will ignore, will not find analogues, will not connect with the rest, will not react.
Did you suddenly feel anxious, for no reason? Maybe it was? Something was happening around us, but we were not ready to see it?
The practice of working with a shadow trains the brain to see what is not, teaches that a shadow can be an object, and a leaf can only be a play of light.
The leaf and the shadow of the leaf are visually equal for being, they are equal objects, equivalent information, a person sets priorities.
To look at events and facts from a different angle, noticing the imperceptible and doubting the established … Shake the assemblage point in order to begin to see things as they are, and not as we were told about them. Perceive pure information …
You can walk around the palace square for years, look at the column in the center and not for a second not think that it is simply impossible, and it does not matter who told what nonsense about Montferrand. You can walk your dog every morning along the Fontanka embankment, shivering from the cold chilly St. Petersburg morning, see, but not realize that this embankment is chained, like everything around, in impossible granite blocks for many kilometers …
Mikhail Lomochkin left a wonderful comment on our website. An amazing example of how the brain ignores the obvious and sees only the familiar, what it wants to see.
Here is a photo in which no one saw the cigars. Only knowing that there is a cigar, you hardly recognize it, and, by the way, having seen it, you will never be able to see it. The brain has already memorized what to look at.
Works with any information.
Here it is - take it, use it, but one person accepts it, the other, despite all the arguments, completely denies it, does not see it, considers it insignificant, unimportant. "Fool" or "he is not ready yet" is usually said about such. So the possible immunity to incoming information, both auditory and visual, and any other is a fact!
Well, well, we all noticed, realized, marveled, surprised, angry, repost, received a lot of enthusiastic comments from fellow Aryan agrarians. What's next? And then nothing, remember the information. Tell others. But don't get hung up on trying to figure out what it is and how it works.
Nowhere without a UFO?
Someone is trying to build a logical chain, someone is just fantasizing, but we do not have enough fantasy and logic, we do not have connections in our brains that could fill the missing voids of history, connect facts. Sooner or later, everything comes to the point that they appear in endless versions of the race of ancient monster-giants and little green men.
I'm not against aliens, let them fly! But don't you see a catch here? Everything that we find, everything, as I wrote, is under our noses. Let Baalbek be far away, but do not find fault with the words, opening his picture on the Internet is a matter of a couple of seconds. Nobody hides him, here he is. So, everything is in front of your eyes, if you get confused, you can fly off and knock your head against the Egyptian pyramids, even against the walls of Machu Picchu, and with St. Petersburg, it's easy for many to open the door. That is, we find questions in the zone of our close environment, and we are looking for answers to them in the constellation Alpha Centauri.
I have been asked more than once by my readers: "Who are tartars and what is Tartary?" And in response I did not shine with originality and asked in response "who are the Russians and what is Russia?" It is indecent to answer a question with a question, I know. But the point is this: we pose the wrong questions. Wrong questions will generate meaningless answers.
"Who are the Russians?" as well as the phrase "Why do you love me?" - unanswered questions. It is possible to rant about these topics, the answer cannot be found. "Who are not Russians?" and "Why do you hate me?" oddly enough, they have already been put correctly, it is possible to find answers to them, but the paradox is that these two, again, do not answer the two previous ones.
What is Tartary - a country or a container? Who Built the Pyramids? How were they built? All these guys are questions posed incorrectly. Even if we find an answer to them, and more importantly, we accept this answer, we realize (which is very unlikely), even in that case it will be just a puff. What for? Applause in the comments? A gold medal for the belly?
All these "who" and "how" are just a trick to the next level. She takes us away from the goal. Everything we need to know, we already know. Accept the very fact of the existence of megalithic buildings, books, maps, artifacts, the ancient past of peoples, the fact of the existence of high-tech civilizations in the past - that's all we need. We are not the only intelligent and not the first humanity, everything that needs to be understood. These are not philosophical stones, the repetition of technologies will not give happiness and will not bring them closer to solving the destiny and origin of races. No matter how majestic it looks - these are crutches, whether the gadgets of previous civilizations or green men are not important anymore.
The wind of time took their breath away, erased their memory, and no matter how majestic mountains of stones remain, all these are just pyramids in a sandbox. Yes, I do not know how, even if we all pile up with the whole world, we can hardly repeat it. So what?
Watch = see?
Yes, the pyramids of Egypt alone are enough for everyone to say: "Sorry, I went." I would gently take the noodles off my ears and wake up.
This does not happen, it does not happen only for the reason that, again, the point is the readiness to see and receive information.
I will not talk about the work of Pieter Bruegel, in which many researchers notice a strange inconsistency of clothing with the weather. The inhabitants are dressed extremely lightly for the winter, which seemed to have fallen on them completely unexpectedly.
Yes, and all this Bruegel's hell can be attributed to the troubled times, when the climate changed and the people were completely mad. Fantasy?
I was especially attracted by the glow of fires on the horizon, a tower sticking out of the water.
Map of 1572.
Oops burning cities! These are no longer Bruegel's “wild fantasies”. This is a map. Will we ignore it too?
Map of 1572.
Oh, the flooded towers … And the place fits - Baltica …
Let's talk about Mona Lisa Leonardo. After all, this is very relevant, you can hang her portrait on the banners of the so-called alternative history.
Everyone looks at her face, her smile, what's the catch? As for me, this is not a smile, but a sad grin. She knows a secret and is looking to see if we understand?
And here, as with a shadow from a leaf. The fact is that the unusualness of the picture is not in the smile.
In those early days it was customary to write "richly". Luxurious, sparkling gold-embroidered clothes, noble postures, usually palms up in prayer, thank God for the chocolate and gold. Richly decorated apartments, expensive carved furniture, tapestries, gold dishes, in general, everything that would show the viewer the financial viability and status of the person portrayed. If there is a window, then the view from the window must match. You will never see a picture of a young lady in the background of a stable or ruins of poor huts. Everything is decorous, noble, lush green groves with unicorns, church spiers, sunlit tiled roofs, soaring angels in the corners.
Mona Lisa appears before us against a background of lifeless and gray. Leaden sky, torn peaks of mountains, water all around, nothing living, no houses, just a bridge in the distance, a piece of road to the left. There is an opinion that this is only an allegory, a symbol of the last days of mankind. And if you look directly at what is? The result of a latent cataclysm that happened back in the days of Leonardo? Is this not an honest portrayal of the present? As for me, Lisa our Mona smiles at this secret.
Perhaps my favorite work since childhood is The Scream by Edvard Munch.
She clings to me. And you know what it turns out? Initially, Edvard Munch called his painting "The Cry of Nature".
Recently, scientists have suggested that Munch witnessed the eruption of the Krakatoa volcano in 1883. That due to the release of volcanic ash, the sky became as if bloody. This inspired the artist to write the picture.
And if you look directly? No assumptions? The time is right. Around 1840, various researchers stumble upon evidence of a terrible disaster.
It is more and more difficult to dismiss the mass of facts and found contradictions. I believe that soon we will reach that critical threshold, beyond which the effect of the hundredth monkey will work and the system will collapse, in which elderly aunts with their wooden pointers, like soldiers of the enemy army, from year to year force children to cram, that illiterate, half-wild slaves in loincloths from the shriveled reed, sweating, dragged stones for 40 years to build the great pyramid of Khufu during the reign of the IV dynasty. That the mythical Tatar-Mongols, nomadic tribes who did not know metals, did not have houses, who ate raw horse meat, who did not leave behind any written evidence except for a couple of three dubious labels in an incomprehensible language, kept peoples of vast territories in IHE for hundreds of years. Moreover, these peoples managed to build temples and gilded a bath. Etc.
All you need to do is continue to analyze, compare, notice and pay attention not to where everyone is pointing a finger, but next to it, not to the leaf, but to the shadow of the leaf, not to Mona Lisa's smile, but to what is behind her …
Author: Sil2