The Crypto-terrestrial Letter
((Decoded Letter) (Forbidden Archaeology))
September 17, 2010.
My dear Friend and General, Andréa’s Parra del Riego,
From my porthole on the ship the Via Australis I am now staring out to sea, we have left Punta Arenas, made a stop in Ushuaia, and through now through the atrocious Drake Passage to Cape Horn—of which I’m still in the middle of this journey (a two week extended journey), as I told you in my last letter, concerning the citadel in the deep of the Drake Passage, I now can speak more accurately on the subject, in particular on the keep, and its embattlements, and fortifications, defences. I was taken off this ship for a matter of three hours, by some kind of beam that took me into the depths of the Drake, to its bottom. Let me explain: the Drake Passage is perhaps some five-hundred miles wide, from Cape Horn to the Shetland Islands, off the coast of Antarctica, as I’m sure you already know—South America—from the end of the Tierra del Fuego Mountains, and Antarctica being the main waterway, between the South-western Pacific and South-western Atlantic, again, meeting at the Shetland Islands. The Passage at its deepest point is close to four miles deep, to be exact, 19,685 feet, or 6000-meters. Our ship was near Cape Horn, and I was taken to a landing site within the deep waters of the Drake, to my calculations, three-thousand meters, or about half the depth of the Passage. The rains are slightly mild in September and October, that is why I took this voyage in the of September, that has now stretched into October, and the second reason, was to complete a book, circumnavigating the Americas. But enough of the Drake, we all know it’s one of the most treacherous shipping canals in the world, do we not.
This sea fortification, beneath the Drake, has cross-channel electricity cables linking the electrical grids of a small militarized island nearby, to up to its Dungeness, to them, carried across the cannel. It has a transmission power up to 160MW. They are working—the inhabitants of this citadel type fortress (and I am discovering within this Forbidden Archaeology)—the Orange Greys (whom appear to be of a smaller race than the other alien Greys, perhaps two and a half feet in height, to four and a half feet; a kind of amphibian, reptilian type race; somewhat humanoid), on what is called Project EBE- Intervention. They are a water dwelling race for the most part. They are oily glistering brown reticulated, "like a frog", "damp and clammy", not smooth skinned, rather "bumpy", "big warts", "like extreme acne", "deformed", "ugly" with a large oval head, and they do walk upright; proportionally short arms, small palms with three (3) webbed claw-like fingers.
This castle like structure, is an old one, it looks as if it was within the defenses in the old days, perhaps had war with other alien races, evidently they get dizzy in our atmosphere, and prefer this underwater fortress to one on top—or did in the far past; our sun is too hot for them. Many are in waters off the coast of Brazil I understand according to the Master Orange Grey—as I referred to him—told me, also that they were upset because some of them have been captured, died of exposure. Their immune systems decay within our atmosphere, within three or four days. I didn’t notice any hostility towards me because of this, or human kind per se.
Anyhow, back to the keep and the deep. The walls that surrounded the fortress as I come to call it, the inner portion of it from what I could see, was leveled, thin in places, but evidently sufficient, and it connected to the outer defenses, there was a raised stone gallery I could see from where I stood in the main operations room. It was just the same kind of stone- work—the outer chambers that is, that I seen on Malta, in the temples of Xaghra on Gozo or the Ggantija temples as they are called, consequently, older than recorded time, perhaps 17,000-years old. But whatever it may have been 17,000-years ago, it is today a near ruined fortress of many guards, in a most uninhabitable environment, and for a reason. There are whole sections to this underwater metropolis. I have sent you the plans for their intervention, if it should turn out that the climate is not adaptable even on the surface after a long trial, that it does not suit, they shall build a roof over their earthly environments making a suitable climate, but they want the South American Governments to agree to a nonabrasive, un-aggressive pack with them. It must be done with extraordinary taste and care, lest we frighten the world, and in particular, Russia, China and the United States, and create a war, that is not winnable for either side.
As I was given the tour of this exceptional place, it would seem to me, at one time it was ransacked, in old times that is, and I can see from the many windows outside that the structure is weather-staining, and is carved in an endless variety. Although the main stone-work is itself intact, it will not remain that way forever, says the Master Orange Grey.
I am having this letter sent to you by special carrier. Hand delivered. The Master Orange Grey, his eyes are very big, his cranial is likewise big, and he’s perhaps a few inches taller than four feet, I’d guess his weight at sixty-five pounds, a little cubby. His second finger is larger than the others. His feet are small and tapered, and four toes joined together. He seems to be a half-breed, that is, of the EBE-Type I and II, of the Grey race.
This is all hidden and secret information, should someone else get a hold of this, they will not be able to read it, I will forward the secret code, in several letters, you will need to follow the instructions.
The Orange Greys, have told me in no certain words, but indirectly, that: time is of the essence, that they need to make a forward thrust to the surface soon, that they can no longer it off, they can do no magic tricks to continue living planted in the bottom of the Drake. And to be frank, the Earth will not survive another fifty-year, the way humans are going. As the Master told me, “In some far distant time, our master-planners of this fortress of sorts, realized they’d have to live on the surface, like the plants, animals, and humans, this must be achieved now, and no longer can we continue hiding, this is due to the effect of what is taking place on earth! In the long period of neglect of the world, perchance we can help—if not enforce, the survival of the fittest, of this planet for another hundred-years. But the effect that now you see—which is irreversible, and the at best one can see, inevitable we must search beyond Earth’s gravitation, for new accommodations for mass living. Irregular weather, and scattered animal life, the ruined landscape, potential atomic destruction, from our standpoint, we are none too early, but perhaps way too late in our demand to surface. Plus it is, as you can see cramping down here”
They are a strange species, indeed as they perhaps find us interesting, if not self destructive. There request, under the circumstances, is not weird to any degree, so I feel, for myself, as you know, such uncanny things hold fear, so this fear element must be grounded to its smallest millimeter for the world population to swallow. You’ll have to collect all the responses that the government leaders provide you with, put them in a fact finding book, and I shall summons the Master Orange Grey up, and we shall go from there.
I have the honor to serve, sir,
Yours faithfully,
DLS, from aboard the Via Australis
No: 678 (9-15-2010)
((Decoded Letter) (Forbidden Archaeology))
September 17, 2010.
My dear Friend and General, Andréa’s Parra del Riego,
From my porthole on the ship the Via Australis I am now staring out to sea, we have left Punta Arenas, made a stop in Ushuaia, and through now through the atrocious Drake Passage to Cape Horn—of which I’m still in the middle of this journey (a two week extended journey), as I told you in my last letter, concerning the citadel in the deep of the Drake Passage, I now can speak more accurately on the subject, in particular on the keep, and its embattlements, and fortifications, defences. I was taken off this ship for a matter of three hours, by some kind of beam that took me into the depths of the Drake, to its bottom. Let me explain: the Drake Passage is perhaps some five-hundred miles wide, from Cape Horn to the Shetland Islands, off the coast of Antarctica, as I’m sure you already know—South America—from the end of the Tierra del Fuego Mountains, and Antarctica being the main waterway, between the South-western Pacific and South-western Atlantic, again, meeting at the Shetland Islands. The Passage at its deepest point is close to four miles deep, to be exact, 19,685 feet, or 6000-meters. Our ship was near Cape Horn, and I was taken to a landing site within the deep waters of the Drake, to my calculations, three-thousand meters, or about half the depth of the Passage. The rains are slightly mild in September and October, that is why I took this voyage in the of September, that has now stretched into October, and the second reason, was to complete a book, circumnavigating the Americas. But enough of the Drake, we all know it’s one of the most treacherous shipping canals in the world, do we not.
This sea fortification, beneath the Drake, has cross-channel electricity cables linking the electrical grids of a small militarized island nearby, to up to its Dungeness, to them, carried across the cannel. It has a transmission power up to 160MW. They are working—the inhabitants of this citadel type fortress (and I am discovering within this Forbidden Archaeology)—the Orange Greys (whom appear to be of a smaller race than the other alien Greys, perhaps two and a half feet in height, to four and a half feet; a kind of amphibian, reptilian type race; somewhat humanoid), on what is called Project EBE- Intervention. They are a water dwelling race for the most part. They are oily glistering brown reticulated, "like a frog", "damp and clammy", not smooth skinned, rather "bumpy", "big warts", "like extreme acne", "deformed", "ugly" with a large oval head, and they do walk upright; proportionally short arms, small palms with three (3) webbed claw-like fingers.
This castle like structure, is an old one, it looks as if it was within the defenses in the old days, perhaps had war with other alien races, evidently they get dizzy in our atmosphere, and prefer this underwater fortress to one on top—or did in the far past; our sun is too hot for them. Many are in waters off the coast of Brazil I understand according to the Master Orange Grey—as I referred to him—told me, also that they were upset because some of them have been captured, died of exposure. Their immune systems decay within our atmosphere, within three or four days. I didn’t notice any hostility towards me because of this, or human kind per se.
Anyhow, back to the keep and the deep. The walls that surrounded the fortress as I come to call it, the inner portion of it from what I could see, was leveled, thin in places, but evidently sufficient, and it connected to the outer defenses, there was a raised stone gallery I could see from where I stood in the main operations room. It was just the same kind of stone- work—the outer chambers that is, that I seen on Malta, in the temples of Xaghra on Gozo or the Ggantija temples as they are called, consequently, older than recorded time, perhaps 17,000-years old. But whatever it may have been 17,000-years ago, it is today a near ruined fortress of many guards, in a most uninhabitable environment, and for a reason. There are whole sections to this underwater metropolis. I have sent you the plans for their intervention, if it should turn out that the climate is not adaptable even on the surface after a long trial, that it does not suit, they shall build a roof over their earthly environments making a suitable climate, but they want the South American Governments to agree to a nonabrasive, un-aggressive pack with them. It must be done with extraordinary taste and care, lest we frighten the world, and in particular, Russia, China and the United States, and create a war, that is not winnable for either side.
As I was given the tour of this exceptional place, it would seem to me, at one time it was ransacked, in old times that is, and I can see from the many windows outside that the structure is weather-staining, and is carved in an endless variety. Although the main stone-work is itself intact, it will not remain that way forever, says the Master Orange Grey.
I am having this letter sent to you by special carrier. Hand delivered. The Master Orange Grey, his eyes are very big, his cranial is likewise big, and he’s perhaps a few inches taller than four feet, I’d guess his weight at sixty-five pounds, a little cubby. His second finger is larger than the others. His feet are small and tapered, and four toes joined together. He seems to be a half-breed, that is, of the EBE-Type I and II, of the Grey race.
This is all hidden and secret information, should someone else get a hold of this, they will not be able to read it, I will forward the secret code, in several letters, you will need to follow the instructions.
The Orange Greys, have told me in no certain words, but indirectly, that: time is of the essence, that they need to make a forward thrust to the surface soon, that they can no longer it off, they can do no magic tricks to continue living planted in the bottom of the Drake. And to be frank, the Earth will not survive another fifty-year, the way humans are going. As the Master told me, “In some far distant time, our master-planners of this fortress of sorts, realized they’d have to live on the surface, like the plants, animals, and humans, this must be achieved now, and no longer can we continue hiding, this is due to the effect of what is taking place on earth! In the long period of neglect of the world, perchance we can help—if not enforce, the survival of the fittest, of this planet for another hundred-years. But the effect that now you see—which is irreversible, and the at best one can see, inevitable we must search beyond Earth’s gravitation, for new accommodations for mass living. Irregular weather, and scattered animal life, the ruined landscape, potential atomic destruction, from our standpoint, we are none too early, but perhaps way too late in our demand to surface. Plus it is, as you can see cramping down here”
They are a strange species, indeed as they perhaps find us interesting, if not self destructive. There request, under the circumstances, is not weird to any degree, so I feel, for myself, as you know, such uncanny things hold fear, so this fear element must be grounded to its smallest millimeter for the world population to swallow. You’ll have to collect all the responses that the government leaders provide you with, put them in a fact finding book, and I shall summons the Master Orange Grey up, and we shall go from there.
I have the honor to serve, sir,
Yours faithfully,
DLS, from aboard the Via Australis
No: 678 (9-15-2010)
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