~ The intensive background on the guidestones here by clicking image…
I do not normally watch Meltzer, but of course in the middle of live blogging last night at 1am cst, I had to see his take on it. I liked the portrayal. Shock Well, I liked the non-hysterical interpretation of the young man towards the end of the show. Of all the hypothesis surrounding the opinions in the show, this is the one I connect to the most. It was interesting to see that we do have telekinetic powers, (shown experiment at Georgia Tech part @ 39 sec. in Part III) which I’ve always known. The power of the mind is valid and untapped IMHO.
Dr. James Burton comes in the third part also @ 8:08. Frightening and enlightening, scientifically based. I know that some of you will think this is way out there, especially if you judge a book by it’s cover and see the young man. Yes, he is not your typical doctor, but a Grand Reiki Master Teacher, Licensed , but what he says, especially considering the worlds weather map these days, is very plausible. We have been hearing for years a cataclysmic earthquake will sink the west coast. We have been hearing what will happen with the New Madrid Fault. We saw what happened in LA. in Katrina. These incidents back James warning of how the map he shows of ‘ 6 safe zones’ can come to pass. ( see @ 8:39) The West Coast, Gone due to seismic activity.
Here is one. from one groups predictions map of Earth Changes due to seismic activity:
For those of you who believe in the Mayan calendar it will ring true.
Best-selling author Brad Meltzer and the team search for the true meaning of the mysterious Georgia Guidestones. Often called America’s Stonehenge, this granite monument is located on a remote hilltop outside Atlanta. Brad and the team examine the multilingual messages carved into the stones for any clues to the monument’s anonymous creator, who’s known only by the pseudonym — J.C. Christian. The Decoded team checks out rumors that the Guidestones are really the work of a secretive religious sect called the Rosicrucians, who’ve been accused of practicing alchemy and mind control.
Brad Meltzer’s Decoded: Apocalypse in Georgia
Brad and the team head to Georgia to find the true meaning of the mysterious Georgia Guidestones, a Stonehenge-like monument on a remote hilltop that seemingly outlines how to live after the apocalypse.
'Safe Zone' Map I
‘Safe Zone’ Map 2
The phrase “Earth Changes” was coined by the American psychic Edgar Cayce to refer to the belief that the world will soon enter on a series of cataclysmic events causing major alterations in human life on the planet.
This includes “natural events” (such as major earthquakes, the melting of the polar ice caps, a pole shift of the planetary axis, major weather events, solar flares and so on, as well as huge changes of the local and global social, economical and political systems.
A longtime Muslim Brotherhood spokesman Wednesday defended the radical group, saying its current agenda in Egypt is not Islamic revolution, but freedom for, and guarding the safety of, the Egyptian people. Kamal Helbaw also told NBC News the Muslim Brotherhood is “the only well-organized institution in Egypt.”
“I believe this is a public revolution. The role played by the Muslim Brotherhood this time was quite clear: They are asking for freedom, like every other one,” Helbaw said in an interview from London. “They did not use their Islamic slogans. And this is a good point on the part of the Muslim Brotherhood.”
But Helbaw did not deny that if the Muslim Brotherhood did take over Egyptian leadership, it could institute its radical and fundamentalist agenda and has the organization to do so.
“Any critic, whether they like or dislike the Muslim Brotherhood, they know that the Muslim Brotherhood is the only well-organized institution in Egypt,” he said. “If they come to power, they may think about their program.
“I wonder is the West will understand this message: They [the Muslim Brotherhood] are the people participating in guarding the safety of the people in Egypt.”
CAIRO, Egypt – It was Wednesday afternoon. We were covering the clashes between pro- and anti-government protesters near Tahrir or Liberation Square in Cairo.
A short time after we started our shooting, cameraman Olaf Wiig was threatened by a small group of pro-Mubarak thugs.
We ducked down an alley. It turned out to be a dead end, so we dashed into a nearby building.
At first it was a perfect vantage point to cover the street battle. Then it quickly turned into a battle station for the pro-government side.
Olaf, producer Ibrahim Hezbroun, a Canadian journalist, and myself hunkered down in an apartment in the back of the top floor.
The owner of the apartment, first of many kind Egyptians to help us, offered us shelter.
Just outside the door, the goons were breaking up parts of the hallway’s marble to throw off the roof. As night fell, rocks turned to Molotov cocktails. Gas bombs were being lit, also to be thrown off the roof. We could see the silhouettes of the thugs and their projectiles on the apartment’s glass door.
They did not know we were there.
They’d already ransacked a small hotel on the other half of the floor, terrorizing the people there in a search of “traitors.” We anticipated they could knock down our door, and we would be next.
Still we waited for a turn in events. The anti-government protesters started targeted the building. When a Molotov cocktail smashed through the window of the room we were in, spreading gas over the floor, we decided that was it. We weren’t going to go up in flames. We were going to make a run for it. We rushed down the stairs and out on the street.
It was nothing short of a battle zone. Smoke filled the air, fighters scrambled back and forth across the no-man’s land between the two sides, hurling rocks, gas bombs, and other projectiles. Bursts of gun fire crackled through the night.
All the while, Egyptian soldiers stood on their tanks from inside the compound of Cairo’s museum across the street, watching it all, not interceding.
Heads low, with everything whizzing by, we scrambled in the direction of our hotel, straight into the thousands of the pro-government mob.
Ibrahim and the other colleague were able to blend into the crowd and left.
Within seconds Olaf and I were spotted as foreigners and attacked. They hit us with their open hands, their fists, sticks, bars, rocks, whatever was around, especially aiming at our heads. They grabbed us and punched us. Several dug through my pockets. All the while screaming madly in our faces. But still we pushed on.
And again, some kind Egyptians helped. A few guiding us forward and keeping the blood-thirsty mob at bay.
After several minutes of running a human gauntlet, Olaf and I reached an Egyptian Army personnel carrier. The soldiers standing on top didn’t immediately help us.
As they stood by, Olaf and I continued to be pummeled by the crowd. His shirt was off, he was writhing and was knocked to the ground twice. I somehow stayed upright but was losing strength fast and the hits were harder. Unable to make it over the high side of the vehicle, I thought Olaf and I were finished. A few more minutes in the crowd and it would have been all over.
Then there was another turn. Although it is all a mad blur, a combination of instincts, the soldiers relenting, and again someone helping us in the crowd, we made our way to the back of the vehicle where its easier to hop on.
With the angry mob pulling at us we dragged ourselves up and into its cabin. Blood was dripping off, our wounds were open. But we were, for the moment at least, relatively safe. With soldiers finally blasting warning shots into the air to clear away the crowd, the vehicle rolled off, and then stopped again.
The front door of the compartment lowered. I saw the screaming crowd again. I thought we were being sent back into the mob. I resisted and the soldiers started kicking me.
We came through the door and in fact saw an ambulance waiting a few feet away for us. Both of us scrambled to it, another rock whizzing by. With crowds pawing at the door, emergency workers finally slid it closed, and we sped off to the main hospital in Cairo.
There, we were treated by a crew of young, talented doctors and nurses, who mopped us up, sewed us up and revived us. Remarkably, though, the story was not over for us.
Soon after we arrived at the hospital we had an armed soldier watching over us. The nervous authorities said it was for our own “safety,” but at times we felt like prisoners in the hospital.
Our calls and movement were limited, the door to our room was locked from time to time from the outside, my passport was taken and not returned. There was discussion of the possibility we could be spies.
Then when the hospital staff said we were good to go, we were still held by the authorities. We were jammed into the back of a small jeep, driven across town, held blindfolded at the Ministry of Military Security, marched lock-step to a location, then videotaped and photographed as if in a line-up.
We were later to learn other journalists were treated the same way.
When I looked around at the people there, in plain clothes, some with guns, many with angry faces, all of a sudden it came full circle.
I felt I was back in Tahrir Square with the pro-Mubarak thugs.
Still blindfolded, we were thrown back into the jeep and driven to another location. Happily it was not to some jail for political prisoners, but to a car with those working to get us free.
In a half an hour we were with the Fox team set for a later trip home.
The experience we endured filled us with revulsion at those Egyptians who use violence and repression and those in higher places who support those actions. It also filled us with a deep admiration for the good and courageous Egyptians who will be continuing the struggle today and the days to come, who are putting their own lives on the line.
Hopefully they’ll come out on the other side of this with a better country.