Αν κρίνουμε από την ενδυμασία αλλά και τις πόλεις τους που τις έχτιζαν με μάρμαρο, ίσως. Παραθ;eτω το κείμενο όπως είναι στα αγγλικά από το κείμενο The Secrets of the Mojave [7th edition] Compiled by 'The Group' -- Edited by 'Branton':
The author of the following story is a Navaho Indian. He revealed this tribal secret which he
learned from the Paiute Indians, who inhabit the Great Basin and Mojave deserts of Utah,
Nevada, and California.
This native American, who went by the name Oga-Make, related the following account in
appreciation for a story on the Navaho which appeared in the Spring of 1948 in a magazine
which was carrying numerous articles on the mysterious "signs" or "fires" in the skies which
were causing an enormous amount of confusion and debate during that same year, as well as the
years following.
The article on the Navaho nation, which appeared in an earlier issue, told of the suffering that
their tribe had gone through during past winter seasons, and encouraged the readership to send
goods and supplies to help them through the upcoming winter of '48-'49, which many of them
did.
In appreciation of this, Oga-Make related the following 'legend' which told of the secret history
of the Americas which ran it's course, possibly thousands of years before white men set their foot
en masse upon it's shores:
"...Most of you who read this are probably white men of a blood only a century or two out of
Europe. You speak in your papers of the Flying Saucers or Mystery Ships as something new, and
strangely typical of the twentieth century. How could you but think otherwise? Yet if you had
red skin, and were of a blood which had been born and bred of the land for untold thousands of
years, you would know this is not true. You would know that your ancestors living in these
mountains and upon these prairies for numberless generations, had seen these ships before, and
had passed down the story in the legends which are the unwritten history of your people. You do
not believe? Well, after all, why should you? But knowing your scornful unbelief, the storytellers
of my people have closed their lips in bitterness against the outward flow of this knowledge.
"Yet, I have said to the storytellers this: now that the ships are being seen again, is it wise that
we, the elder race, keep our knowledge to ourselves? Thus for me, an American Indian, some of
the sages among my people have talked, and if you care to, I shall permit you to sit down with us
and listen.
"Let us say that it is dusk in that strange place which you, the white-man, calls 'Death Valley.' I
have passed tobacco...to the aged chief of the Paiutes who sits across a tiny fire from me and
sprinkles corn meal upon the flames...
"The old chief looked like a wrinkled mummy as he sat there puffing upon his pipe. Yet his eyes
were not those of the unseeing, but eyes which seemed to look back on long trails of time. His
people had held the Inyo, Panamint and Death Valleys for untold centuries before the coming of
the white-man. Now we sat in the valley which white-man named for Death, but which the
Paiute calls Tomesha--The Flaming Land. Here before me as I faced eastward, the Funerals
(mountains forming Death Valley's eastern wall) were wrapped in purple-blue blankets about
their feet while their faces were painted in scarlet. Behind me, the Panamints rose like a milehigh
wall, dark against the sinking sun.
"The old Paiute smoked my tobacco for a long time before he reverently blew the smoke to the
four directions. Finally he spoke.
"'You ask me if we heard of the great silver airships in the days before white-man brought his
wagon trains into the land?'
"'Yes grandfather, I come seeking knowledge.' (Among all tribes of my people, grandfather is the
term of greatest respect which one man can pay to another.)
"'We, the Paiute Nation, have known of these ships for untold generations. We also believe that
we know something of the people who fly them. They are called The Hav-musuvs.'
"'Who are the Hav-musuvs?'
"'They are a people of the Panamints, and they are as ancient as Tomesha itself.'
"He smiled a little at my confusion.
"'You do not understand? Of course not. You are not a Paiute. Then listen closely and I will lead
you back along the trail of the dim past.
"'When the world was young, and this valley which is now dry, parched desert, was a lush,
hidden harbor of a blue water- sea which stretched from half way up those mountains to the Gulf
of California, it is said that the Hav-musuvs came here in huge rowing-ships. They found great
caverns in the Panamints, and in them they built one of their cities. At that time California was
the island which the Indians of that state told the Spanish it was, and which they marked so on
their maps.
"'Living in their hidden city, the Hav-musuvs ruled the sea with their fast rowing-ships, trading
with far-away peoples and bringing strange goods to the great quays said still to exist in the
caverns.
"'Then as untold centuries rolled past, the climate began to change. The water in the lake went
down until there was no longer a way to the sea. First the way was broken only by the southern
mountains, over the tops of which goods could be carried. But as time went by, the water
continued to shrink, until the day came when only a dry crust was all that remained of the great
blue lake. Then the desert came, and the Fire-God began to walk across Tomesha, The Flaming-
Land.
"'When the Hav-musuvs could no longer use their great rowing-ships, they began to think of
other means to reach the world beyond. I suppose that is how it happened. We know that they
began to use flying canoes. At first they were not large, these silvery ships with wings. They
moved with a slight whirring sound, and a dipping movement, like an eagle.
"'The passing centuries brought other changes. Tribe after tribe swept across the land, fighting to
possess it for awhile and passing like the storm of sand. In their mountain city still in the caverns,
the Hav-musuvs dwelt in peace, far removed from the conflict. Sometimes they were seen in the
distance, in their flying ships or riding on the snowy-white animals which took them from ledge
to ledge up the cliffs. We have never seen these strange animals at any other place. To these
people the passing centuries brought only larger and larger ships, moving always more silently.'
"'Have you ever seen a Hav-musuv?'
"'No, but we have many stories of them. There are reasons why one does not become too
curious.'
"'Reasons?'
"'Yes. These strange people have weapons. One is a small tube which stuns one with a prickly
feeling like a rain of cactus needles. One cannot move for hours, and during this time the
mysterious ones vanish up the cliffs. The other weapon is deadly. It is a long, silvery tube. When
this is pointed at you, death follows immediately.'
"'But tell me about these people. What do they look like and how do they dress?'
"'They are a beautiful people. Their skin is a golden tint, and a head band holds back their long
dark hair. They dress always in a white fine-spun garment which wraps around them and is
draped upon one shoulder. Pale sandals are worn upon their feet...'
"His voice trailed away in a puff of smoke. The purple shadows rising up the walls of the
Funerals splashed like the waves of the ghost lake. The old man seemed to have fallen into a sort
of trance, but I had one more question.
"'Has any Paiute ever spoken to a Hav-musuv, or were the Paiutes here when the great rowingships
first appeared?'
"For some moments I wondered if he had heard me. Yet as is our custom, I waited patiently for
the answer. Again he went through the ritual of the smoke-breathing to the four directions, and
then his soft voice continued:
"'Yes. Once in the not-so-distant-past, but yet many generations before the coming of the
Spanish, a Paiute chief lost his bride by sudden death. In his great and overwhelming grief, he
thought of the Hav-musuvs and their long tube-of-death. He wished to join her, so he bid
farewell to his sorrowing people and set off to find the Hav-musuvs. None appeared until the
chief began to climb the almost unscaleable Panamints. Then one of the men in white appeared
suddenly before him with the long tube, and motioned him back. The chief made signs that he
wished to die, and came on. The man in white made a long singing whistle and other Havmusuvs
appeared. They spoke together in a strange tongue and then regarded the chief thoughtfully.
Finally they made signs to him making him understand that they would take him with
them.
"'Many weeks after his people had mourned him for dead, the Paiute chief came back to his
camp. He had been in the giant underground valley of the Hav-musuvs, he said, where white
lights which burn night and day and never go out, or need any fuel, lit an ancient city of marble
beauty. There he learned the language and the history of the mysterious people, giving them in
turn the language and legends of the Paiutes. He said that he would have liked to remain there
forever in the peace and beauty of their life, but they bade him return and use his new knowledge
for his people.'
"I could not help but ask the inevitable.
"'Do you believe this story of the chief?'
"His eyes studied the wisps of smoke for some minutes before he answered.
"'I do not know. When a man is lost in Tomesha, and the Fire-God is walking across the salt
crust, strange dreams like clouds, fog through his mind. No man can breathe the hot breath of the
Fire-God and long remain sane. Of course, the Paiutes have thought of this. No people knows the
moods of Tomesha better than they.
"'You asked me to tell you the legend of the flying ships. I have told you what the young men of
the tribe do not know, for they no longer listen to the stories of the past. Now you ask me if I
believe. I answer this. Turn around. Look behind you at that wall of the Panamints. How many
giant caverns could open there, being hidden by the lights and shadows of the rocks? How many
could open outward or inward and never be seen behind the arrow-like pinnacles before them?
How many ships could swoop down like an eagle from the beyond, on summer nights when the
fires of the furnace-sands have closed away the valley from the eyes of the white-man? How
many Hav-musuvs could live in their eternal peace away from the noise of white-man's guns in
their unscaleable stronghold? This has always been a land of mystery. Nothing can change that.
Not even white-man with his flying engines, for should they come too close to the wall of the
Panamints a sharp wind like the flying arrow can sheer off a wing. Tomesha hides its secrets well
even in winter, but no man can pry into them when the Fire-God draws the hot veil of his breath
across the passes.
"'I must still answer your question with my mind in doubt, for we speak of a weird land. Whiteman
does not yet know it as well as the Paiutes, and we have ever held it in awe. It is still the
forbidden 'Tomesha--Land-Of-The-Flaming-Earth.'"
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Η Catlileen (Cathy) Ann O’Brien στο βιβλίο της Trance-Formation Of America, σελ.194 δίνει μια διαφορετική εκδοχή για το τι γίνεται στο όρος Shasta. Αναφέρει πως υπάρχει ένα μεγάλο στρατόπεδο mind control σκλάβων οι οποίοι χρησιμοποιούνται για διάφορους σκοπούς. Η ίδια ισχυρίζεται πως και η ίδια υπήρξε τέτοιο είδος σκλάβας για πολλά χρόνια και μάλιστα την είχαν βιάσει σημαίνοντα πολιτικά πρόσωπα όπως ο George Bush, ο Dick Cheney, ο πρωθυπουργός επί πολλά χρόνια του Καναδά Pierre Trudeau, ο Gerald Ford και πολλοί άλλοι.
Επίσης στο όρος Shasta όπως μας λέει ο Bush και ο Cheney μοιράζονται ένα γραφείο, και πως είδε ένα μεγάλο στόλο από μαύρα ελικόπτερα χωρίς διακριτικά τα οποία ως γνωστό εμφανίζονται σε κάποιες περιπτώσεις απαγωγών από εξωγήινους ή σε ακρωτηριασμούς βοοειδών.
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Φαίνεται πως οι Έλληνες από πολύ παλιά γνώριζαν την τέχνη της πτήσης και την κατασκευή ιπτάμενων "αρμάτων". Παραθέτω από το ίδιο βιβλίο :
From the ancient text, the BRIHAT KAHTA, we read how the ancient inhabitants of INDIA
were aware of the flying craft WHICH HAD BEEN DEVELOPED BY CERTAIN GREEKS
who were very possessive of their scientific and mechanical knowledge. In the ancient account
we read:
"Padmavit explains that Queen Vasavadotta wishes to fly in a chariot to visit the (other parts of)
earth. Vasantoke, the Master of Entertainment, broke into a laugh and told her: 'The women
servants of the king have exactly that same desire. I have told them to suspend a swing between
two high poles and to use this to go to and fro in the air. And if the queen wishes these aerial
voyages, then she must content herself in the same fashion!' Everybody started to laugh, but
Rumanavit cut in, 'That is quite enough joking,' he said, 'now let us look at the facts.' 'We are
talking in the void,' Yangandharayame interrupted. 'That is a problem for the artisans.'
"Rumanavit convoked the carpenters and gave them strict injunction to build a flying machine at
once. The corps of artisans joined together and after a long period of shuffling about in an effort
to avoid the whole problem, they finally sent their delegators, trembling in fear, to find
Rumanavit. 'We know of four sorts of machines,' they told him, 'those made of water, those made
of air, those made of dust, and those composed of a great many pieces. But as far as flying
machines are concerned, we have never even seen one. The Yavanas (Greeks) are the ones who
know about them.'
"Then a Brahmin spoke of a carpenter, Pukrasaka, whom the King had told (of) the existence of
a certain Vicvita, who was mounted upon a mechanical cock. The foreign ambassadors
whispered: 'We should never reveal the secret of the flying machines to anyone whomsoever, be
he artisan or other. It is too difficult to understand for one who is NOT GREEK.'
"All of a sudden, a stranger (a Greek?) appeared. He called upon Rumanavit to supply him with
necessary material, and he built a flying chariot in (the) form of Garuda (the eagle with a human
body, the steed of 'Vishnu'). It was ornamented with flowers. The queen and her husband flew
around the world and then returned to their city..."
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Στην ίδια πολιτεία, την Καλιφόρνια, και αρκετά πιο βόρεια, υπάρχει και το όρος Shasta με την θρυλούμενη υπόγεια πόλη με το ελληνικό όνομα TELOS. Οι κάτοικοι περιγράφονται της αρείας φυλής (ξανθοί με γαλάζια μάτια)..
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