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The Queen then “dimmed” her kingdom [see right] in Yemen and moved her entourage to Ethiopia, confounded her language to Himyaritic, a copy of the Ark was made and she allowed the buried palace and its courtyard to be consumed by the desert sands. There it remained for almost 3000 years until it was discovered by Wendell Philips, ironically the character on whom Indiana Jones was based in the movie, Raiders of the Lost Ark.

(Inscription [right] describes the mother “M” dimming her nation for the love of the Lord.)

DO NOT OPEN — a warning

In the Yemen museum there is another stone which dictates the conditions that should exist prior to any attempt at opening the chamber. These include the occupation of the land by a “friendly” nation and the warning that the Ark must not be moved and should not be used for any national or personal benefit. The Ark is to be used for the benefit of all mankind and petitions (asking for special favors) to the Lord are to be made by collective prayer in the area of the buried Chamber and through the “priests” of the Ark (Menelik?).

Following the burial of the chamber and the surrounding temple, Queen Saba “dimmed her kingdom” and moved to Ethiopia with the prohibition that the area where the Ark and Menelik were buried should be forgotten, lest future hostile nations and “blind prophets” should seek it out.

Now, I find this all very intriguing considering the recent discoveries of so many ancient rock sites in Saudi Arabia.

Considering what we know about Iraqi antiquity acquisitions, is it really plausible to think that this isn’t a peice of what is going on with the demonization of Yemen? A return of the Ark of the Covenant to Jerusalem would mean extreme power for those who possess it.

On a side note, I would like to verify the claim that the author makes in the beginning of this article that:

Prior to 1948 there was a very large Jewish population that lived and thrived in Yemen. There were Temples and Jewish neighborhoods next to Mosques. Children and adults of both faiths and traditions enjoyed eachothers companionship and commerce.

In 1948 the State of Israel was formed in the land occupied for millennia by the Palestinians. The welcome mat was out for any Jewish people who wanted to come to their new homeland and most of the Jews in Yemen left. It was a sad time for most Yemenis and the economy struggled to adjust with the sudden loss of such fine craftsmen. Even today, Yemen is famous for its filagree silver jewelry yet it is no longer manufactured because of the loss of the Jewish artisans.

In Yemen you can see countless examples of Jewish Stars, incorporated in the architecture of stone buildings and mausoleums. It was a testament to an era when there was no religious conflict. But that all changed when the new State of Israel forced out and killed the Palestinians, burnt and bulldozed their farms and orchards and continued to mistreat their Arab neighbors. Gradually, like most Arab nations in the world today, they grew intolerant and hostile.

…With an experience that my parents had of the Middle East in the 1970s. In Iran, Jewish metalsmiths worked alongside Muslim and Christian merchants up until the Revolution in 1979. Sure, things were stressed, but my parents personally bought a beautiful silver platter from a famous Jewish metalsmith while traveling through Esfahan, Iran. The metalsmith did not live in fear.

There CAN and there WILL be a way to peace. The control and contorsion of the world’s resources is a vain attempt to manipulate a power that the greedy do not understand. The funding of the false state of Israel was simply a way to create chaos in a place of extreme power. All people were seeded from the same Source of life, all people are blessed by the hand of their God, however they choose to conceive it, and all people will one day live peacefully together again. This is the true Covenant between God and Humanity.

Don’t tell me not to have an opinion
on genocide.
Don’t tell me not to have an opinion
when leaders rob children of their human rights.
Remember, Gaza?
Remember, Guantanamo?
Do you really want to put your faith in Hope?
Or how about in that elusive bullet,
Truth, the mist of a strange gun,
the smoking mirror, the grassy knoll hit man,
the Mossad death squads, the Iran Contras,
the MK Ultra sex slave apprentices,
the Montauk time captives,
the 17 of the 19, the Building Sevens,
and the coincidences
that I don’t believe are coincidences?
Feed my mind the whole grain, not the processed;
Give me info-shamanic organic non-material, non-matter
because it does
not
matter.

Your country does not matter
Your anthem does not matter
Your judgment does not matter.

I feel more connection to a Muslim in the Middle East
than to the ravings of a Sunday School priest class.

Fake nails that don’t scratch the surface
Music sung out your ass.

Shut up.

You have destroyed the Revelation before it’s begun.

But there’s a handful of others who have opinions for guns
and they wield them delicately, carving the air
bulletproof; gunslingers of the last days
Children of the Wasteland, falling away
and against the ebb and flow of the peace train
that’s just a swan song when you chip off the paint.

Truth is a bullet thought, slicing the air;
Challenging the brainpan
to remain intact.

I first read about Rosslyn Chapel in 1999, when I was sixteen, in The Highlander, a magazine for people with Scottish ancestry. The article didn’t do much more than point out the pre-Columbus corn and cactus symbolism alongside Greenmen and the enigmatic Apprentice’s Pillar. It was a relatively shallow article. At that time, my mind had already decided that Christianity was pretty much a stolen pagan sun worshiping cult, but I just felt there was something weird at Rosslyn, and knew I had to go there. When I went to Scotland in 2004, I snuck away to Rosslyn and descended into the “secret” ritual chamber below…you know, the one where they keep Jesus’s blood or something (thank you Dan Brown. Right, cause the Holy Grail is treasure, a cup, or even an heir. Yes, Jesus had heirs, but the question you should be asking is whose heir was Jesus?)

This was my experience:

As I walked down the 13 steps into the chamber, I felt myself become extremely lightheaded, as tho I’d just knocked about five shots of good Scotch back. I leaned up against the wall to steady myself. The pit felt like death, the crypt where the body is kept, resting next to the Knight Templar carved out of stone. On the wall there were several carvings that made my head spin further; they were not the modern works of graffiti artists, but carved into the wet concrete when the St. Claires built the chapel to begin with. Not surprisingly, we see another Orion/Sirius connection:

Another Sirius/Orion reference…Wonder why? Take a look at the theories on the Scottish pyramids for example:

On a wall of Rosslyn Chapel’s underground crypt, the oldest and holiest structure in the building, is what’s been called a “working Masonic drawing.” It is shaped more like an obelisk than a pyramid, and yet it sang a siren song to me. The central line of the drawing passes through three pyramids—as viewed from above.

From my experience, it all comes down to energy. Being a musician, I tend to make metaphors to music because it is the easiest association for me. Music is energy, and in a sense, placing sacred sites along a path of energy is like creating a fretboard for a song you want to hear over and over and over again. Awesome if the song is bringing joy and enlightenment to all who hear it, but not so much if the song says “You are under control by us, submit and do not question.”

Mozart created Masonic music that stirred the unseen in his listeners.

What if the Masonic “G” is a key in which these songs are played? What if we tune our ears to B flat, the hum of the supermassive black hole at the center of our galaxy, instead? What does that do to our heads? What does this do to our minds, our bodies? I know from experience that stone structures strategically located can make you feel completely…out of your skull. To what ends?

In conclusion, my love of traveling has to do with tracking this vibrational energy that has been tapped so loudly by so many occult societies throughout time. The more I see, the more I feel that the truths I’ve unearthed over the years are stranger than I ever thought. Also, thank you to The Atlantean Conspiracy for this insightful article on the ley line connection.

Fall down and breathe
Fall down and see what you are meant to see
Fall down the ground is a ceiling you have never touched before
Fall down and breathe

It takes a lot of nerve to stop lying to yourself
while the lies people the world and the truth stays locked on a shelf
In some dusty hall underground, I’d rather rot in hell
than miss another piece of knowledge or
forget those distant bells

And every time I am away I find a peace inside, I know it’s just a ride
This tiny life I call mine
I know my part is just a cog in the Great Wheel of Time
I know that somewhere there is someone
who gets these lines

Fall down and breathe
Fall down and see what you are meant to see
Fall down, the ground is a ceiling you never touched before
Fall down and breathe

So I climbed into bed, alone again with the moment
No god but God around me, the mystery of nothing
And the notes just out of reach played a cosmic sonnet
I’ve heard this song since I was born, but I have never sung it

Fall down and breathe
Fall down and see what you are meant to see
fall down, the ground is a ceiling you never touched before
Fall down and breathe

Fall down and breathe