Is the Ark of the covenant in Arkansas?

The following was a very interesting read, Boils down to everything we were taught in history was bullshit! WOW!

Part 1
[link to docs.google.com]

Part 2
[link to docs.google.com]

Here is what I'm talking about. In the first tablet from "The Emerald Tablets of Thoth"

Long ages I dwelt in the Temple,
learning ever and yet ever more wisdom,
until I, too, approached the light emitted
from the great fire.
Taught me he, the path to Amenti,
the underworld where the great king sits
upon his throne of might.
Deep I bowed in homage before the Lords of Life
and the Lords of Death,
receiving as my gift the Key of Life.

and not only that, many passages in the bible refer to the Ark.


What is the ark? From what I've discovered, it's some kind of capacitor. It does exist as it has been referred to in ancient texts. A lot of this is discussed in Nassims videos. It's mind blowing really.

Nobody could look at the ark because of its blinding light. And if you had any impure intentions it would incinerate you. How is this done? Well it has something to do with canceling out something.. I can't remember.

Anyway it's interesting oh and when I talked to my freemason friend and told him I know about the ark. well. he was silent at first and wouldnt' say much, then mentioned earthquakes.. well who knows..

Good Find,
I believe we were duped by TPTB along time ago,
Seek And You Will Find!
I believe the New Jerusalem is North America
I don't expect any positive feedback from my opinion
I stand accounted when the day of reckoning comes
You will too.
I'm the Matrix of a program and most of you will succumb
to the deceit perpetrated against you.
All that is hidden will be revealed!
Prove all things
Hold steadfast to that which is good!

I'm in Conway, AR. If I find it I'll tell you. Or not.

The following was a very interesting read, Boils down to everything we were taught in history was bullshit! WOW!

Part 1
[link to docs.google.com]

Part 2
[link to docs.google.com]

I KNOW ,THIS IS NOAH S ARC.
THE WORD OF GOD WAS THE ARC. IT IS ONE AND THE SAME. SURPRISED?

SEE? GOD IS BOTH ENTITIES AT ONE TIME.

Long ages I dwelt in the Temple,
learning ever and yet ever more wisdom,
until I, too, approached the light emitted
from the great fire.
Taught me he, the path to Amenti,
the underworld where the great king sits
upon his throne of might.
Deep I bowed in homage before the Lords of Life
and the Lords of Death,
receiving as my gift the Key of Life.

What happened?
I saw an undescribable light in the Lambskin Temple on July 2, 2007 that literally changed my life.

I saw an undescribable light in the Lambskin Temple on July 2, 2007 that literally changed my life.

I don't understand but I'm trying.

What is an arc?

I don't understand but I'm trying.

What is an arc?

I have described it a couple of times on this forumn but I cant find the better description of the two so here is the first time I tried to describe what happened. I think I explained it a little better the second time but here's a link for ya.

Thread: FREEMASONS, SIRIUS, GOLDEN TEACHERS, JULY 2,3

I asked Michael Lee Hill what he thought and he said it was Merkaba and I think that may have been what I experienced.

I KNOW ,THIS IS NOAH S ARC.
THE WORD OF GOD WAS THE ARC. IT IS ONE AND THE SAME. SURPRISED?

An arc is an spark of Electricity that jumps from the source to ground, thereby creating an Arc.




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This is an interesting spin on an old story.

I guess a road trip to Arkansas is in order.
I wonder if any of the tourist info will have info on the Ark.

The following was a very interesting read, Boils down to everything we were taught in history was bullshit! WOW!

Part 1
[link to docs.google.com]

Part 2
[link to docs.google.com]

Things are getting stranger by the day.

I will leave it at that.

the legends around here involving buried treasure usually revolve around a rock inscribed with a turtle symbol

Mount Magazine and Nebo are just south of my home.

Here is further proof that our land was inhabited or at least visited by the Hebrew race thousands of years ago...

It is the story of one mans journey from his early days at HAARP to the discovery of drawings here in America linked to the Hebrew race.

This in just a snip, I do urge you read his entire story though...Trust me it is quite telling!

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from; [link to 74.125.95.132]

After this incident we were welcomed to many other ranches and found even more petroglyphs. The translation program was running on a portable laptop and successfully gave a voice to the odd shapes and weathered stones. The messages were indeed old, in proto-Canaanite, and they gave a deadly prophecy.

Whoever wrote the petroglyphs came from the mid-East. There were multiple references to the land of Kan, or Canaan, images of ships and the narration of a perilous journey. They suffered not only a crisis of physical dilemmas but of faith.

As I translated the script, from the far right where the picture of the ship was pecked into the stone wall, to the far left, where Dr. Harris had translated the phrase, "The First I Am of Yah to the Last I Am of Yah," something unexpected appeared in the texts. There were references to the "burning sky."

The site with the long panel of petroglyphs appeared to be meant as a single story, perhaps the history of the epic journey that the authors had taken to get here. It was almost 20 feet above the current earth. Thousands of years had worn away the underlying soil and made the once eye-level writing artificially elevated. Also, the more recent petroglyphs of American Indians, with images of horses and feathered headed men, were now only half as high on these same cliffs.

The older script was also black with what is called patina. It forms a thick black crust as the moisture leaches manganese from the stones and is a testament to the antiquity of the writing. The Native Indian petroglyphs were bright and fresh, as if made yesterday.

Not all of the ancient script was intact. Certain sections were worn by the weather and sand blasted by the wind, but enough of it was there to get the story. The authors had come to this location on purpose. They were not lost or exploring without a destination. And they arrived in poor shape, sick and with many lives lost in the journey. They arrived and stopped and made a temple to Yah.

One panel described how they were perplexed. They had no shelter or location for the temple's "holy of holies," and so used the cloth from their sail to make a tent "for the Father, Yah." There was even a crude image of the tent to accompany the story.

After they had established themselves in the location they wrote their prophecy in the form of a warning. They spoke of the "arm of El" no longer protecting the people from the sky, and of being "burned by the sky." They made references to the location as a "safe zone" and that people should "seek shelter under the earth." There were also references to "half-breeds" and the "white sect."

All of this was a little disturbing. By the third day Jason and I had been joined by another friend, Lee, a light hearted writer and producer who came from Los Angeles to inspect the petroglyphs with the idea that they might make an interesting documentary. I was hesitant to share the translations with him since he did not take these matters very seriously. Instead, we filmed the sites and I allowed him to see the process with the laptop and the program, but we never discussed the actual results in any depth.

Lee was an old friend from college. We lived in the same dormitory at the University of Massachusetts, and we shared many of the same interests. In our younger days, we smoked pot and drank and partied with the best of them, but now, well, he still did. But I had been abstaining from marijuana because of my job and the frequent urine tests that I had to pass. I had not seen Lee for a few years. When he took out his pipe and invited me to smoke and I did.

The motel where we were staying did not allow smoking of any kind - especially marijuana - and so we had to make periodic short trips in my car to the surrounding areas, smoke our marijuana, and hen return. Jason, the ex-Navy Seal, knew what we were up to but did not object and often joked about our sudden need to "take a ride."

On one occasion we drove about five miles down a remote road and parked near an odd structure that was fenced with barbed wire and which contained a number of silver, windowless sheds. It was unmanned and from the vantage point we could see in all directions for many miles. It was the perfect place to relax and smoke and have some fun conversation.