I I heard from a rumor that I am ahead I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead Severed at the root, gutted, I’m in red Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.
"I rather enjoy the vids under the title Tartaria Vault and like the reasoning of the narrator in many instances, BUT, he suggests that "blue bloods" are so called, for literal reasons....And truly, even the blue skinned people of Sirius B possess…"
"This is a great topic for anyone to study......The same with the chambers within the Giza pyramids....A temple of initiation using sound harmonics...."
What explains how a system of knowledge — encoded in stone, transmitted through sealed guild records, and built into the acoustic fabric of the most ambitious structures in medieval Europe — was interrupted in a single century by opposing sides of…