((Found among the excavations of al-‘Ubaid and Afghanistan)(The Third Death))
Somewhere in the dark past someone, somehow built a great wall, or better yet—dam, around the human mind, and cast it into the dark abyss of ignorance, as to limit its recall, creating a great frontier as to retrieve its distant past, and curve its voyage to far off distances it once sailed. As if to start over from scratch; as a result, it is obvious, we were not meant to go beyond—a certain point, perhaps a point of no return, or where terror lingers unabated. Possible it is a safety valve—that is to say if this hidden knowledge was to present itself, if that wall was to break—just a crack here and there, what would happen? Up to this point, it has harmed us little, other than curiosity, and a few minor encounters by the gifted few. Are we looking at devils, or demon, or angels, or primates? Science has its own direction, and will never put the pieces together without the knowledge of reality of the Cadaverous, and even then, I doubt they’d find revelation or flee from the deadly light this dark hidden past presents. This Mysterious Age once discovered, never forgotten: one will either go mad in, or mad trying to get away from, or mad trying find peace and safety among its inhabitants—if indeed curiosity gets the better of him or her.
We were not an incident from Darwin’s concept of “The Origin of Species (or “Natural Selection”) as some would have us believe—believe it or not that is just a bible for the atheist, who were lacking one and found its creator in a man named Charles. We are beyond that, so much so, our past is frozen and stained in blood, masked in forbidden aeons that rebelled against the God of the Universe and were cast into eternal punishment, to the end of the age—consequently, the reality of these beings finding the cracks in the wall—occasionally, or dam—if and when they do (and in time they will), will bring chills to mankind, madden his pulse. Even now the gifted, who can see beyond that wall, take only a glimpse, a flash, and rush back instantly to human understanding before they are dragged into a world of gloom—to the physical realm, unwilling to step into that world for more than a peep, lest they be separated from their first stay, there is no such thing as hanging around within this dead zone, this cold frozen like world of no end, intended to remain silent until the latter days. They do not care if you can piece out this puzzle of their past existence—accomplish piecing it together piece by piece, if possible they’d even supply the link into its hideous chambers, and they have. But once a person does discover this world—can they let go? And I know of such a person who could not, and I have seized his notes, before he was destroyed. Destroyed by the knowledge of the thing, the very thing, he sought, how he found what he found, were hidden and documented in ancient inscriptions, and then falling suddenly into the arms of the astonishing past, and agonizing forbidden world.
Consequently, unable to find any visible or physical way out, he was locked in. Induced by the vigorous climb into these deep cadaverous visions, transcending one world for another, this elderly man witnessed his own end.
I intend to go over his papers with some diligence, and care, if only for the purpose of curiosity, and posterity’s sake. This will never be published by or within the Parapsychology Journals, or even read by the Theological Institutions, because they are too extraordinarily mystifying for them, and they are too reluctant, plus their minds are too locked into their personal pockets. But be that as it may, this once locked barrier, and disjointed wall, some of the clay has been removed because of this person, I shall call him Primus. And from graffito on a piece of pottery and a clay tablets, Primus found (dating to BC 1706) has taken an inscribed curse from it, and within a trance fell deep into a vision mumbling this curse, and made this remarkable discovery, there were twenty-names of beings, on these cursed tablets, Sumerian in nature. One name dating back 28,800-years, to King Alulim: he had clamed these were the apostles of civilization, that those before the King Alulim, were of a breed who did not know of eating bread, and wore no garments at all, and their limbs touched the ground they ate herbs like sheep, these they enslaved upon arrival, to their service, and these beings in time claimed their enslavers were gods that stood upon mountains. The professor, Professor Primus, found this discover in Afghanistan during an excavation in 1965. And all this I am telling you is from his notes, except his mysterious journey and disappearance, which is in letter from of which I’ll read to you.
While in this mysterious world, he wrote while physically in a chair in his home, and mentally living in another world, unfed he died because he could not make it back, and no one knew of his attempt to visit the other side, and he had no designs on how to get back other than being awaken, but he found this particular species, and hinted at its innermost connection with God, Humanity, and the ancients, along with a planetary connection outside of Earth’s atmosphere.
This I do not believe came from an extravagant imagination, but from pictures seen misrepresentations of human beings, creatures trying to become human and in the process becoming deformed, and cadaverous creatures. I shall try to be faithful to the spirit of the Professor, one he described as with wings, a grotesque figure, with a horn coming out of the side of its mouth, two ram horns by his two goat ears, wide and large eyes, and a chin that looked like a rounded long end tail of a snake, thick teeth, he called him Gyan; another with tentacles as legs making it most appalling, and a Manticore, a man lion with a human like head. Everything shocking, frightful, he called them dwellers in the dark swamps of ice and cold.
In other parts of this land, he said were likened to a Cyclopean background, and it made me think of the old stone dwellings on Malta, but again in a near frozen environment.
Aside from these writings, as I read them, I found myself going into a misty peculiarity of sinking into this manuscript-ed world myself, previously unheard of. Once enslaved by the Sumerian world, and then cast into darkness. What was discovered in Afghanistan were the fragments called “The Third Death,” with the curse on it, the documents I have just narrated to you, the so called “al-‘Ubaid Cult Documents” I shall now put them aside for the last letter, the professor wrote (but let me say first: a second location where the professor had painstakingly excavated, and discovered this un-heard of cult, simply validated and letter that coincided with the curse that brought him into there domicile, and this letter now that I read to you.
Here, let me read the letter, he calls this letter “The Third Death” and I quite: “These are the off-spring of the pre-Adamic world I do believe, beings even more different than their parents, whom were the first order who cohabitated with the supernatural—the angelic forces of heaven, angelic forces who ruled our planetary system, within Earth’s solar system, and brought to earth sperm from other decaying civilizations, of other planets, and thus started crossbreeding, experimentations with these beings to no avail—we can call them subhuman perhaps, and this created an ugly and monstrous race.
“When God wiped the earth clean, there was a crust movement and this shifted the North Pole, which was once in the Hudson Bay area, casting these hybrid creatures into what is referred to as one of the 72-deaths (or Hell Chambers).This region I am now stuck in is rooted in a cold pocket within the crust of the earth, some twenty-seven miles deep, and it is the shape of an egg, and the size of the State of Minnesota. It is referred to here as ‘The Third Death’ not meaning in existence, but in retention, indicating beings were not created to die until Adam committed his sin, and that was still far off in the future, and so God created this habitat, and there are supernatural beings here besides the subhuman ones, one leader is called Vehu, another Yeli and there are several more. The Arch Devil Belphegor visits this chamber off and on, as do other celebrities, like Agaliarept the Henchman of the Forth-Death, hell as is prescribed in the Bible.
“It is almost a hopeless task, however to try and literally describe this unreachable world, and their language is quite different, it is a language without proper vowels, and these beings have been lost within this sphere for ages—I am unable to pronounce many of their words. I hope I am explaining to you what is contained in this various world somewhat. They have very little wisdom, or intelligence, love or justice, beauty or firmness, or splendor, or righteousness.
“But as I was about to say, a few paragraphs back, I think at one time, this supernatural race, this angelic race kicked out of heaven’s door, or off of the plenary system, that created a cosmic disaster were trying to create a superhuman race, something on the order of Gilgamesh, or Og to be under their leadership. To my understanding their first civilization started out in Kura (a city by the Black Sea, when the Black Sea, was not a Black Sea, but a desert of some kind). This is where they built the Great Tower of Kura, and ruled it from a large Island continent like Australia, that now is but fragments in the Atlantic, called the Azores.”
And so to my understanding from Primus’ letter (s), these things come from another planet, or at least much of its biological makeup. Having being brought back through the clumsiness, of the angelic beings, and interstellar space, and it stands to reason now that I think of it, God vanished this race, before he created the Adamic race with a pure soul and bloodline. Professor Primus indicates they cannot hurt us now, they are not like demonic forces, or ghosts, they are different, nor can they escape from their world, although what the professor is afraid of, is that a few may find their way out through the cracks, as he has found his way in. Perhaps he will be their next experiment.
I have shown these letters too many officials, and I think they are mean to me to push them aside as trivial, and found little worth in them other than its antiquity. But if I push it too much I fear they will murder me. The good professor has said he had found several humans within this world, and they question them on the state of affairs of their time period on earth, says the professor: “…our world, as I know they will with me as soon as I show more interest in them, they are very patient. But when my body dies, for I cannot walk nor do a thing from here except push the pencil and that is getting hard to do from where I am, consequently, when I parish in my chair I will become informed of the rules. Little by little they will try to cut me off from the world I know, there is nothing I can do that they cannot find out about here. But it is not easy to give up, not trying to find a way out, I am told by one human named Imta, who says he was a king in 2470 BC, for three years, it is impossible. ”
“To conclude, Mr. Evens, my quick study, I think I have a new respective concept, useful for you and your readers, but I don’t wish to put you in any peril, and I suppose no one will believe you anyhow, but I ought to warn you that seeking the world beyond, these creatures come out of cracks, and somehow put you into their possession—and pull you in while in this state or trance, I might say that they won’t stop feeding you glimpses into their world, until they have you in their world.
“Hoping that I have not frightened you unduly, if these letters prove to be of little use, throw them into a garbage container.”
No: 610 (3-17-2010)
Somewhere in the dark past someone, somehow built a great wall, or better yet—dam, around the human mind, and cast it into the dark abyss of ignorance, as to limit its recall, creating a great frontier as to retrieve its distant past, and curve its voyage to far off distances it once sailed. As if to start over from scratch; as a result, it is obvious, we were not meant to go beyond—a certain point, perhaps a point of no return, or where terror lingers unabated. Possible it is a safety valve—that is to say if this hidden knowledge was to present itself, if that wall was to break—just a crack here and there, what would happen? Up to this point, it has harmed us little, other than curiosity, and a few minor encounters by the gifted few. Are we looking at devils, or demon, or angels, or primates? Science has its own direction, and will never put the pieces together without the knowledge of reality of the Cadaverous, and even then, I doubt they’d find revelation or flee from the deadly light this dark hidden past presents. This Mysterious Age once discovered, never forgotten: one will either go mad in, or mad trying to get away from, or mad trying find peace and safety among its inhabitants—if indeed curiosity gets the better of him or her.
We were not an incident from Darwin’s concept of “The Origin of Species (or “Natural Selection”) as some would have us believe—believe it or not that is just a bible for the atheist, who were lacking one and found its creator in a man named Charles. We are beyond that, so much so, our past is frozen and stained in blood, masked in forbidden aeons that rebelled against the God of the Universe and were cast into eternal punishment, to the end of the age—consequently, the reality of these beings finding the cracks in the wall—occasionally, or dam—if and when they do (and in time they will), will bring chills to mankind, madden his pulse. Even now the gifted, who can see beyond that wall, take only a glimpse, a flash, and rush back instantly to human understanding before they are dragged into a world of gloom—to the physical realm, unwilling to step into that world for more than a peep, lest they be separated from their first stay, there is no such thing as hanging around within this dead zone, this cold frozen like world of no end, intended to remain silent until the latter days. They do not care if you can piece out this puzzle of their past existence—accomplish piecing it together piece by piece, if possible they’d even supply the link into its hideous chambers, and they have. But once a person does discover this world—can they let go? And I know of such a person who could not, and I have seized his notes, before he was destroyed. Destroyed by the knowledge of the thing, the very thing, he sought, how he found what he found, were hidden and documented in ancient inscriptions, and then falling suddenly into the arms of the astonishing past, and agonizing forbidden world.
Consequently, unable to find any visible or physical way out, he was locked in. Induced by the vigorous climb into these deep cadaverous visions, transcending one world for another, this elderly man witnessed his own end.
I intend to go over his papers with some diligence, and care, if only for the purpose of curiosity, and posterity’s sake. This will never be published by or within the Parapsychology Journals, or even read by the Theological Institutions, because they are too extraordinarily mystifying for them, and they are too reluctant, plus their minds are too locked into their personal pockets. But be that as it may, this once locked barrier, and disjointed wall, some of the clay has been removed because of this person, I shall call him Primus. And from graffito on a piece of pottery and a clay tablets, Primus found (dating to BC 1706) has taken an inscribed curse from it, and within a trance fell deep into a vision mumbling this curse, and made this remarkable discovery, there were twenty-names of beings, on these cursed tablets, Sumerian in nature. One name dating back 28,800-years, to King Alulim: he had clamed these were the apostles of civilization, that those before the King Alulim, were of a breed who did not know of eating bread, and wore no garments at all, and their limbs touched the ground they ate herbs like sheep, these they enslaved upon arrival, to their service, and these beings in time claimed their enslavers were gods that stood upon mountains. The professor, Professor Primus, found this discover in Afghanistan during an excavation in 1965. And all this I am telling you is from his notes, except his mysterious journey and disappearance, which is in letter from of which I’ll read to you.
While in this mysterious world, he wrote while physically in a chair in his home, and mentally living in another world, unfed he died because he could not make it back, and no one knew of his attempt to visit the other side, and he had no designs on how to get back other than being awaken, but he found this particular species, and hinted at its innermost connection with God, Humanity, and the ancients, along with a planetary connection outside of Earth’s atmosphere.
This I do not believe came from an extravagant imagination, but from pictures seen misrepresentations of human beings, creatures trying to become human and in the process becoming deformed, and cadaverous creatures. I shall try to be faithful to the spirit of the Professor, one he described as with wings, a grotesque figure, with a horn coming out of the side of its mouth, two ram horns by his two goat ears, wide and large eyes, and a chin that looked like a rounded long end tail of a snake, thick teeth, he called him Gyan; another with tentacles as legs making it most appalling, and a Manticore, a man lion with a human like head. Everything shocking, frightful, he called them dwellers in the dark swamps of ice and cold.
In other parts of this land, he said were likened to a Cyclopean background, and it made me think of the old stone dwellings on Malta, but again in a near frozen environment.
Aside from these writings, as I read them, I found myself going into a misty peculiarity of sinking into this manuscript-ed world myself, previously unheard of. Once enslaved by the Sumerian world, and then cast into darkness. What was discovered in Afghanistan were the fragments called “The Third Death,” with the curse on it, the documents I have just narrated to you, the so called “al-‘Ubaid Cult Documents” I shall now put them aside for the last letter, the professor wrote (but let me say first: a second location where the professor had painstakingly excavated, and discovered this un-heard of cult, simply validated and letter that coincided with the curse that brought him into there domicile, and this letter now that I read to you.
Here, let me read the letter, he calls this letter “The Third Death” and I quite: “These are the off-spring of the pre-Adamic world I do believe, beings even more different than their parents, whom were the first order who cohabitated with the supernatural—the angelic forces of heaven, angelic forces who ruled our planetary system, within Earth’s solar system, and brought to earth sperm from other decaying civilizations, of other planets, and thus started crossbreeding, experimentations with these beings to no avail—we can call them subhuman perhaps, and this created an ugly and monstrous race.
“When God wiped the earth clean, there was a crust movement and this shifted the North Pole, which was once in the Hudson Bay area, casting these hybrid creatures into what is referred to as one of the 72-deaths (or Hell Chambers).This region I am now stuck in is rooted in a cold pocket within the crust of the earth, some twenty-seven miles deep, and it is the shape of an egg, and the size of the State of Minnesota. It is referred to here as ‘The Third Death’ not meaning in existence, but in retention, indicating beings were not created to die until Adam committed his sin, and that was still far off in the future, and so God created this habitat, and there are supernatural beings here besides the subhuman ones, one leader is called Vehu, another Yeli and there are several more. The Arch Devil Belphegor visits this chamber off and on, as do other celebrities, like Agaliarept the Henchman of the Forth-Death, hell as is prescribed in the Bible.
“It is almost a hopeless task, however to try and literally describe this unreachable world, and their language is quite different, it is a language without proper vowels, and these beings have been lost within this sphere for ages—I am unable to pronounce many of their words. I hope I am explaining to you what is contained in this various world somewhat. They have very little wisdom, or intelligence, love or justice, beauty or firmness, or splendor, or righteousness.
“But as I was about to say, a few paragraphs back, I think at one time, this supernatural race, this angelic race kicked out of heaven’s door, or off of the plenary system, that created a cosmic disaster were trying to create a superhuman race, something on the order of Gilgamesh, or Og to be under their leadership. To my understanding their first civilization started out in Kura (a city by the Black Sea, when the Black Sea, was not a Black Sea, but a desert of some kind). This is where they built the Great Tower of Kura, and ruled it from a large Island continent like Australia, that now is but fragments in the Atlantic, called the Azores.”
And so to my understanding from Primus’ letter (s), these things come from another planet, or at least much of its biological makeup. Having being brought back through the clumsiness, of the angelic beings, and interstellar space, and it stands to reason now that I think of it, God vanished this race, before he created the Adamic race with a pure soul and bloodline. Professor Primus indicates they cannot hurt us now, they are not like demonic forces, or ghosts, they are different, nor can they escape from their world, although what the professor is afraid of, is that a few may find their way out through the cracks, as he has found his way in. Perhaps he will be their next experiment.
I have shown these letters too many officials, and I think they are mean to me to push them aside as trivial, and found little worth in them other than its antiquity. But if I push it too much I fear they will murder me. The good professor has said he had found several humans within this world, and they question them on the state of affairs of their time period on earth, says the professor: “…our world, as I know they will with me as soon as I show more interest in them, they are very patient. But when my body dies, for I cannot walk nor do a thing from here except push the pencil and that is getting hard to do from where I am, consequently, when I parish in my chair I will become informed of the rules. Little by little they will try to cut me off from the world I know, there is nothing I can do that they cannot find out about here. But it is not easy to give up, not trying to find a way out, I am told by one human named Imta, who says he was a king in 2470 BC, for three years, it is impossible. ”
“To conclude, Mr. Evens, my quick study, I think I have a new respective concept, useful for you and your readers, but I don’t wish to put you in any peril, and I suppose no one will believe you anyhow, but I ought to warn you that seeking the world beyond, these creatures come out of cracks, and somehow put you into their possession—and pull you in while in this state or trance, I might say that they won’t stop feeding you glimpses into their world, until they have you in their world.
“Hoping that I have not frightened you unduly, if these letters prove to be of little use, throw them into a garbage container.”
No: 610 (3-17-2010)
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