Subject: The Cave Of The Ancients. July 26, 2007.
I once had a friend called T. Lomsang Rampa. He was a young man in
Tibet and later he go a tranfer into an old man over in England or the
UK. I read most all of his books, corresponded with him by mail and
he wrote back to me. He was a tough cookie.
At the present time I am contemplating making an exact model of Noah's
Ark. Today I purchased some wood to make it. We shall see how it goes.
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APPENDIX D
THE CAVE OF THE ANCIENTS
Forward
A group of lamaist monks are lead to a cave which is the repository
(Time Capsule) of ancient technology (machines, lifts, artificial lights
similar to the one described used on the Ark and others) as well as
models of cities (alien or human?). While this cache exists in Tibet,
others are said to exist in Siberia, South America (under or near a
pyramid) and in Egypt. A sphinx is sometimes associated with them
thereby implying that they were formed within a few centuries of 3000
BC. Images from thought-picture machines were offered that implied UFOs
or flying saucers as well as cities and bridges being destroyed by
b-mbs or meteorite strikes. Diatribes of leaders calling for w-r was
presented, sounding unnervingly like today. A mixture of human actions
and alien artifacts may be involved and these have not been effectively
separated.
It has been suggested that the possible incursion of the USA's
m-litary forces into Iraq, where ancient Samaria is located, is for
just such
http://www.exopolitics.org/Study-Paper2.htm
technologies. After all, the US intervention in
http://www.barry.warmkessel.com/barry/5related.html
Granada may have been to silence its calls for UN investigation of the
UFO phenomena.
A Time Capsule Of Alien(?) Technology
As Narrated by T. Lobsang Rampa
I looked in considerable astonishment. At first I could not see the
entrance, all I saw was a dark shadow looking much like a dried-up
watercourse, or the stain of minute lichen. Then, as we crossed the
ledge, I saw that there was indeed a crack in the rock face. A big lama
grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the rock fissure saying,
good-naturedly, "You go first, and then you can chase out any rock
d-vils and so protect us!" So I, the smallest and least important of the
party, was the first to enter the Cave of the Ancients. I edged inside,
and crept round the rock corners. Behind me I heard the shuffle and
scrape as the bulkier men felt their way in. Suddenly the light burst
upon me, for the moment almost paralyzing me with fright. I stood
motionless by the rocky wall, gazing at the fantastic scene within. The
Cave appeared to be about twice as large as the interior of the Great
Cathedral of Lhasa. Unlike that Cathedral, which always was enshrouded
in the dusk which butter lamps tried vainly to dispel, here was
brightness more intense than that of the full moon on a cloudless night.
No, it was much brighter than that; the quality of the light must have
given me the impression of moonlight. I gazed upwards at the globes
which provided the illumination. The lamas crowded in beside me, and,
like me, they gazed at the source of light first. My Guide said, "The
old records indicate that the illumination here was originally much
brighter, these lamps are burning low with the passage of hundreds of
centuries."
For long moments we stood still, silent, as though afraid of waking
those who slept throughout the endless years. Then, moved by a common
impulse, we walked across the solid stone floor to the first machine
standing dormant before us. We crowded around it, half afraid to touch
it yet very curious as to what it could be. It was dulled with age,
yet it appeared ready for instant use - if one knew what it was for
and how to operate it. Other devices engaged our attention, also
without result. These machines were far, far too advanced for us. I
wandered off to where a small square platform about three feet wide,
with guard rails, rested on the ground. What appeared to be a long,
folded metal tube extended from a nearby machine, and the platform was
attached to the other end of the tube. Idly I stepped on to the railed
square, wondering what it could be. The next instant I almost died of
shock; the platform gave a little tremor and rose high into the air.
I was so frightened that I clung in desperation to the rails.
Below me the six lamas gazed upwards in consternation. The tube had
unfolded and was swinging the platform straight to one of the spheres
of light. In desperation I looked over the side. Already I was some
thirty feet in the air, and rising. My fear was that the source of
light would burn me to a crisp, like a moth in the flame of a butter
lamp. There was a "click" and the platform stopped. Inches from my face
the light glowed. Timidly I stretched out my hand-and the whole sphere
was as cold as ice. By now I had regained my composure somewhat, and I
gazed about me. Then a chilling thought struck me; how was I going to
get down? I jumped from side to side, trying to work out a way of
escape, but there appeared to be none. I tried to reach the long tube,
hoping to climb down, but it was too far away. Just when I was becoming
desperate, there was another tremor, and the platform started to
descend. Hardly waiting for it to touch ground I leaped out! I was
taking no risks that the thing would go up again.
Against a far wall crouched a great statue, one that sent a shiver up
my spine. It was of a crouching cat body, but with the head and
shoulders of a woman. The eyes appeared to be alive; the face had a
half-mocking, half-quizzical expression which rather frightened me. One
of the lamas was on his knees on the floor, gazing intently at some
strange marks. "Look!" he called, "this picture writing shows men and
cats talking, it shows what is obviously the s-ul leaving a body and
wandering in the under-world." He was consumed with scientific zeal,
poring over the pictures on the floor in "hieroglyphs" he called
them-and expecting everyone else to be similarly enthused. This Lama
was a highly trained man, one who learned ancient languages without
any difficulties at all. The others were poking around the strange
machines, trying to decide what they were for. A sudden shout made us
wheel round in some alarm. The tall thin Lama was at the far wall and
he seemed to have his face stuck in a dull metal box. He stood there
with his head bent and the whole of his face concealed. Two men rushed
to him and dragged him away from the danger. He uttered a roar of wrath
and dashed back!
"Strange!" I thought, "even the sedate, learned lamas are going crazy
in this place!" Then the tall, thin one moved aside and another took his
place. So far as I could gather, they were seeing moving machines in
that box. At last my Guide took pity on me and lifted me up to what
apparently were "eye pieces." As I was lifted up and put my hands on a
handle as instructed, I saw inside the box, men, and the machines which
were in this Hall. The men were operating the machines. I saw that the
platform upon which I had ascended to the light-sphere could be
controlled and was a type of moveable "ladder" or rather a device which
would dispense with ladders. Most of the machines here, I observed,
were actual working models such as, in later years, I was to see in
Science Museums throughout the world.
We moved to the panel which the Lama Mingyar Dondup had told me about
previously, and at our approach it opened with a grating creak, so loud
in the silence of the place that I think we all jumped with alarm.
Inside was the darkness, profound, almost as if we had clouds of
blackness swirling about us.
Our feet were guided by shallow channels in the floor. We shuffled
along, and when the channels ended we sat. As we did so, there came a
series of clicks, like metal scraping against metal, and almost
imperceptibly light stole across the darkness and pushed it aside. We
looked about us and saw more machines, strange machines. There were
statues here, and pictures carved in metal. Before we had time to more
than glance, the light drew in upon itself and formed a glowing globe
in the center of the Hall. Colors flickered aimlessly, and bands of
light without apparent meaning swirled round the globe. Pictures formed,
at first bluffed and indistinct, then growing vivid and real and with
three dimensional effect. We watched intently ...
This was the world of long, long Ago. When the world was very young.
Mountains stood where now there are seas, and the pleasant seaside
resorts are now mountain tops. The weather was warmer and strange
creatures roamed afield.
This was a world of scientific progress. Strange machines rolled
along, flew inches from the surface of the Earth, or flew miles up in
the air. Great temples reared their pinnacles skywards, as if in
challenge to the clouds. Animals and Man talked tele-athically together.
But all was not bliss; p-liticians fought against po-iticians. The
world was a divided camp in which each side coveted the lands of the
other. Suspicion and fear were the clouds under which the ordinary
man lived. Priests of both sides proclaimed that they alone were the
favored of the g-ds. In the pictures before us we saw ranting
priests-as now purveying their own brand of s-lvation. At a price!
Priests of each sect taught that it was a "holy duty" to k-ll The
enemy. Almost in the same breath they preached that mankind throughout
the world were brothers. The illogicality of brother ki-ling brother
did not occur to them.
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: The Cave Of The Ancients. July 26, 2007.
I once had a friend called T. Lomsang Rampa. He was a young man in
Tibet and later he go a tranfer into an old man over in England or the
UK. I read most all of his books, corresponded with him by mail and
he wrote back to me. He was a tough cookie.
At the present time I am contemplating making an exact model of Noah's
Ark. Today I purchased some wood to make it. We shall see how it goes.
..........................................................................
..........................................................................
APPENDIX D
THE CAVE OF THE ANCIENTS
Forward
A group of lamaist monks are lead to a cave which is the repository
(Time Capsule) of ancient technology (machines, lifts, artificial lights
similar to the one described used on the Ark and others) as well as
models of cities (alien or human?). While this cache exists in Tibet,
others are said to exist in Siberia, South America (under or near a
pyramid) and in Egypt. A sphinx is sometimes associated with them
thereby implying that they were formed within a few centuries of 3000
BC. Images from thought-picture machines were offered that implied UFOs
or flying saucers as well as cities and bridges being destroyed by
b-mbs or meteorite strikes. Diatribes of leaders calling for w-r was
presented, sounding unnervingly like today. A mixture of human actions
and alien artifacts may be involved and these have not been effectively
separated.
It has been suggested that the possible incursion of the USA's
m-litary forces into Iraq, where ancient Samaria is located, is for
just such
http://www.exopolitics.org/Study-Paper2.htm
technologies. After all, the US intervention in
http://www.barry.warmkessel.com/barry/5related.html
Granada may have been to silence its calls for UN investigation of the
UFO phenomena.
A Time Capsule Of Alien(?) Technology
As Narrated by T. Lobsang Rampa
I looked in considerable astonishment. At first I could not see the
entrance, all I saw was a dark shadow looking much like a dried-up
watercourse, or the stain of minute lichen. Then, as we crossed the
ledge, I saw that there was indeed a crack in the rock face. A big lama
grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the rock fissure saying,
good-naturedly, "You go first, and then you can chase out any rock
d-vils and so protect us!" So I, the smallest and least important of the
party, was the first to enter the Cave of the Ancients. I edged inside,
and crept round the rock corners. Behind me I heard the shuffle and
scrape as the bulkier men felt their way in. Suddenly the light burst
upon me, for the moment almost paralyzing me with fright. I stood
motionless by the rocky wall, gazing at the fantastic scene within. The
Cave appeared to be about twice as large as the interior of the Great
Cathedral of Lhasa. Unlike that Cathedral, which always was enshrouded
in the dusk which butter lamps tried vainly to dispel, here was
brightness more intense than that of the full moon on a cloudless night.
No, it was much brighter than that; the quality of the light must have
given me the impression of moonlight. I gazed upwards at the globes
which provided the illumination. The lamas crowded in beside me, and,
like me, they gazed at the source of light first. My Guide said, "The
old records indicate that the illumination here was originally much
brighter, these lamps are burning low with the passage of hundreds of
centuries."
For long moments we stood still, silent, as though afraid of waking
those who slept throughout the endless years. Then, moved by a common
impulse, we walked across the solid stone floor to the first machine
standing dormant before us. We crowded around it, half afraid to touch
it yet very curious as to what it could be. It was dulled with age,
yet it appeared ready for instant use - if one knew what it was for
and how to operate it. Other devices engaged our attention, also
without result. These machines were far, far too advanced for us. I
wandered off to where a small square platform about three feet wide,
with guard rails, rested on the ground. What appeared to be a long,
folded metal tube extended from a nearby machine, and the platform was
attached to the other end of the tube. Idly I stepped on to the railed
square, wondering what it could be. The next instant I almost died of
shock; the platform gave a little tremor and rose high into the air.
I was so frightened that I clung in desperation to the rails.
Below me the six lamas gazed upwards in consternation. The tube had
unfolded and was swinging the platform straight to one of the spheres
of light. In desperation I looked over the side. Already I was some
thirty feet in the air, and rising. My fear was that the source of
light would burn me to a crisp, like a moth in the flame of a butter
lamp. There was a "click" and the platform stopped. Inches from my face
the light glowed. Timidly I stretched out my hand-and the whole sphere
was as cold as ice. By now I had regained my composure somewhat, and I
gazed about me. Then a chilling thought struck me; how was I going to
get down? I jumped from side to side, trying to work out a way of
escape, but there appeared to be none. I tried to reach the long tube,
hoping to climb down, but it was too far away. Just when I was becoming
desperate, there was another tremor, and the platform started to
descend. Hardly waiting for it to touch ground I leaped out! I was
taking no risks that the thing would go up again.
Against a far wall crouched a great statue, one that sent a shiver up
my spine. It was of a crouching cat body, but with the head and
shoulders of a woman. The eyes appeared to be alive; the face had a
half-mocking, half-quizzical expression which rather frightened me. One
of the lamas was on his knees on the floor, gazing intently at some
strange marks. "Look!" he called, "this picture writing shows men and
cats talking, it shows what is obviously the s-ul leaving a body and
wandering in the under-world." He was consumed with scientific zeal,
poring over the pictures on the floor in "hieroglyphs" he called
them-and expecting everyone else to be similarly enthused. This Lama
was a highly trained man, one who learned ancient languages without
any difficulties at all. The others were poking around the strange
machines, trying to decide what they were for. A sudden shout made us
wheel round in some alarm. The tall thin Lama was at the far wall and
he seemed to have his face stuck in a dull metal box. He stood there
with his head bent and the whole of his face concealed. Two men rushed
to him and dragged him away from the danger. He uttered a roar of wrath
and dashed back!
"Strange!" I thought, "even the sedate, learned lamas are going crazy
in this place!" Then the tall, thin one moved aside and another took his
place. So far as I could gather, they were seeing moving machines in
that box. At last my Guide took pity on me and lifted me up to what
apparently were "eye pieces." As I was lifted up and put my hands on a
handle as instructed, I saw inside the box, men, and the machines which
were in this Hall. The men were operating the machines. I saw that the
platform upon which I had ascended to the light-sphere could be
controlled and was a type of moveable "ladder" or rather a device which
would dispense with ladders. Most of the machines here, I observed,
were actual working models such as, in later years, I was to see in
Science Museums throughout the world.
We moved to the panel which the Lama Mingyar Dondup had told me about
previously, and at our approach it opened with a grating creak, so loud
in the silence of the place that I think we all jumped with alarm.
Inside was the darkness, profound, almost as if we had clouds of
blackness swirling about us.
Our feet were guided by shallow channels in the floor. We shuffled
along, and when the channels ended we sat. As we did so, there came a
series of clicks, like metal scraping against metal, and almost
imperceptibly light stole across the darkness and pushed it aside. We
looked about us and saw more machines, strange machines. There were
statues here, and pictures carved in metal. Before we had time to more
than glance, the light drew in upon itself and formed a glowing globe
in the center of the Hall. Colors flickered aimlessly, and bands of
light without apparent meaning swirled round the globe. Pictures formed,
at first bluffed and indistinct, then growing vivid and real and with
three dimensional effect. We watched intently ...
This was the world of long, long Ago. When the world was very young.
Mountains stood where now there are seas, and the pleasant seaside
resorts are now mountain tops. The weather was warmer and strange
creatures roamed afield.
This was a world of scientific progress. Strange machines rolled
along, flew inches from the surface of the Earth, or flew miles up in
the air. Great temples reared their pinnacles skywards, as if in
challenge to the clouds. Animals and Man talked tele-athically together.
But all was not bliss; p-liticians fought against po-iticians. The
world was a divided camp in which each side coveted the lands of the
other. Suspicion and fear were the clouds under which the ordinary
man lived. Priests of both sides proclaimed that they alone were the
favored of the g-ds. In the pictures before us we saw ranting
priests-as now purveying their own brand of s-lvation. At a price!
Priests of each sect taught that it was a "holy duty" to k-ll The
enemy. Almost in the same breath they preached that mankind throughout
the world were brothers. The illogicality of brother ki-ling brother
did not occur to them.
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: Cave Of The Ancients. Part 2. July 27, 2007.
Here we have T. Lobsang Rampa checking out the machines that were in
the cave. The people in Tibet sometimes put a first letter of the day
of the week they were born, before their names. Lobsang was born on
Tuesday. We then have his name Tuesday Lobsang Rampa.
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We saw great w-rs fought, with most of the casualties being civilians.
The armed forces, behind their armour, were mostly safe. The aged, the
women and children, those who did not fight, were the ones to suffer.
We saw glimpses of scientists working in laboratories, working to
produce even deadlier weapons, working to produce bigger and better
bugs to drop on the enemy. One sequence of pictures showed a group of
thoughtful men planning what they termed a "Time Capsule" (what we
called "The Cave of the Ancients"), wherein they could store for later
generations working models of their machines and a complete, pictorial
record of their culture and lack of it. Immense machines excavated the
living rock. Hordes of men installed the models and the machines. We
saw the coldlight spheres hoisted in place, inert radio-active
substances giving off light for millions of years. Inert in that it
could not harm humans, active in that the light would continue almost
until the end of Time itself.
We found that we could understand the language, then the explanation
was shown, that we were obtaining the "speech" tel-pathically. Chambers
such as this, or "Time Capsules," were concealed beneath the sands of
Egypt, beneath a pyramid in South America, and at a certain spot in
Siberia. Each place was marked by the symbol of the times; the Sphinx.
We saw the great statues of the Sphinx, which did not originate in
Egypt, and we received an explanation of its form. Man and animals
talked and worked together in those far-off days. The cat was the most
perfect animal for power and intelligence. Man himself is an animal,
so the Ancients made a figure of a large cat body to indicate power and
endurance, and upon the body they put the b-easts and head of a woman.
The head was to indicate human intelligence and reason, while the
br-asts indicated that an and Animal could draw s-iritual and mental
nourishment each for the other.
That Symbol was then as common as are Statues of Buddha, or the Star
of David, or the Crucifix at the present day.
We saw oceans with great floating cities which moved from land to
land. In the sky floated equally large craft which moved without sound.
Which could hover, and almost instantly flash into stupendous speed.
On the surface vehicles moved some inches above the ground itself,
supported in the air by some method which we could not determine.
Bridges stretched across the cities carrying on slender cables what
appeared to be roadways. As we watched we saw a vivid flash in the sky,
and one of the largest bridges collapsed into a tangle of girders and
cables. Another flash, and most of the city itself vanished into
incandescent gas. Above the ruins towered a strangely e-il-looking red
cloud, roughly in the shape of a mushroom miles high.
Our pictures faded, and we saw again the group of men who had planned
the "Time Capsules." They had decided that now was the time to seal
them. We saw the ceremonies, we saw the "stored memories" being fitted
into the machine. We heard the speech of farewell which told us-"The
People of the Future, if there be any!"-that Mankind was about to
destroy itself, or such seemed probable, "and within these vaults are
stored such records of our achievements and follies as may benefit
those of a future r-ce who have the intelligence to discover it, and
having discovered it, be able to understand it." The tele-athic voice
faded out, the picture screen turned black. We sat in silence, stupefied
by what we had seen. Later, as we sat, the light grew again and we saw
that it was actually coming from the walls of that room.
We rose and looked about us. This Hall was also littered with machines
and there were many models of cities and bridges, all formed of some
kind of stone or of some type of metal the nature of which we were
unable to determine.
Certain of the exhibits were protected by some quite transparent
material which baffled us. It was not glass; we just did not know what
the stuff was, all we knew was that it effectively prevented us from
touching some of the models.
Suddenly we all jumped; a baleful red eye was watching us, winking at
us. I was prepared to run for it when my Guide the Lama Mingyar Dondup
strode over to the machine with the red eye. He looked down at it and
touched the handles. The red eye vanished. instead on a small screen
we saw a picture of another room leading from the Main Hall. Into our
brains came a message, "As you leave, go to the room (???) where you
will find materials with which to seal any opening through which you
entered. If you have not reached the stage of e-olution where you can
work our machines, seal this place and leave it intact for those who
will come later."
Silently we filed out into the third room, the door of which opened
at our approach. it contained many carefully sealed canisters and a
"picture-thought" machine which described for us how we might open the
canisters and seal the Cave entrance.
THE CAVE OF THE ANCIENTS
Forward
After investigating a time capsule of advanced (alien?) technology,
the lamas attempted what we could call today a
http://www.rense.com/general34/ind.htm
"remote viewing" experience.
It seems to tell of an event involving a tsunami (or tide) flooding
across the land. Meteors streak across the skies and the Earth trembles.
It further tells of humans surviving in lava tubes and boats (Noah's
Ark?) as well as them eating sweet food from the skies. See Gilgamesh,
item 15. As this remote viewing was "timed" to investigate the
happenings just before or around the sealing of the technology in the
Time Capsule, and as that event is related to the Sphinx, it would
seem to be around 3,000 BC. This is the time of Noah's Great Flood so
it is a "remote viewing" of that event as seen from another perspective.
Catastrophism was not a popular subject in 1963 when this narration
was written.
Remote Viewing The Great Flood As Narrated By T. Lobsang Rampa
We sat upon the floor and discussed that which we had seen and
experienced.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" said a lama. "Don't see anything wonderful
in it," said I, brashly. "We could have seen all that by looking at
the Akashic Record.
Why should we not look at those time- stream pictures and see what
happened after this place was sealed up?" The others turned enquiringly
to the senior of the party, the Lama Mingyar Dondup. He nodded slightly
and remarked, "Sometimes our Lobsang shows glimmerings of intelligence!
Let us compose ourselves and see what happened, for I am as curious as
you." We sat in a rough circle, each facing in, and with our fingers
interlocked in the appropriate pattern. My Guide started the necessary
breathing rhythm and we all followed his lead. Slowly we lost our
Earth identities and became as one floating in the Sea of Time. All
that has ever happened can be seen by those who have the ability to
consciously go into the astral and return conscious - with the
knowledge gained. Any scene in history, from an age no matter how
remote, can be seen as if one were actually there.
I remembered the first time I had experienced the "Akashic Record."
My Guide had been telling me about such things, and I had replied, "Yes,
but what is it? How does it work? How can one get in touch with things
that have passed, that are finished and gone?" "Lobsang!" he had
replied, "you will agree that you have a memory. You can remember what
happened yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. With
a little training you can remember everything that has happened in
your life, you can, with training, remember even the process of being
born. You can have what we term 'total recall' and that will take your
memory back to before you were born. The Akashic Record is merely the
'memory' of the whole world. Everything that has ever happened on this
Earth can be 'recalled' in just the same way as you can remember past
events in your life.
There is no magic involved, but we will deal with that and hypnotism
- a closely related subject - at a later date."
With our training it was easy indeed to select the point at which the
Machine had faded out its pictures. We saw the procession of men and
women, notables of that time no doubt, file out of the Cave. Machines
with vast arms slid what appeared to be half a mountain over the
entrance. The cracks and crevices where surfaces met were carefully
sealed, and the group of people and the workmen went away. Machines
rolled into the distance and for a time, some months, the scene was
quiet. We saw a high priest standing on the steps of an immense
Pyramid, exhorting his listeners to wa-. The pictures impressed upon
the Scrolls of Time moved on, changed, and we saw the opposing camp.
Saw the leaders ranting and raving. Time moved on. We saw streaks of
white vapor in the blue of the skies, and then those skies turned red.
The whole world trembled and shook.
We, watching, experienced vertigo. The darkness of the night fell
over the world. Black clouds, shot with vivid flames, rolled around
the whole globe.
Cities flamed briefly and were gone.
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com