First part of two parts

The Great Tower of Kura

The Great Tower of Kura

[4th Millennium BC]

At the beginning of the fourth millennium BC (350 years before the Great Flood occurred, which wiped out all civilizations on the face of the earth) it gave rise to the Slaug (a region of land, territory), an empire within the civilization (a type of city-state); –of which, the human race was subject to an international court, incorporating a triangle of cultures, empires, societies, and nations across all the connected continents of the world, all of which were connected at this particular time. They, that is to say, all the lands of the earth, was the composition, a work for the whole globe, sustained from a region in the Atlantic, where, the nearby strait, which leads to the Mediterranean, would be known as the Pillars of Hercules; however, at that time there was no connection from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean Sea above land.

There were also no external moral laws against any behavior during this age of civilizations around the globe. Yes, people were different and humility was not a virtue; the laws within the heart that told one that one was wrong were dead, like the bones left to dry in a corpse. What could be considered immoral actions were all relative.

Economies often, which was the norm, relied on slavery for their labor and other desirable services. There was no discrimination, everyone was equal in the minds of the slave owners, the masters, bittersweet, you could say, the slaves were: brown, white, black, yellow, red, all over the world, and the government didn’t favored no one. one, and savagely treated each and every one equally, as if to say that, at best, human life was a commodity; For the sum total and complete of the Earth, all civilizations combined were part of the circle.

As one was brought up to think these days: death was simply a recycling of that commodity found in almost every corner of the world; consequently, free labor in a city-state was a right granted to him by the great democracy that had its world command center in the Atlantic, a mysterious nation, a powerful and resourceful people, a subgroup of a higher order than one he dared to challenge; democracy engaged in, and within the world that did not subjugate the Atlantic Energy Region [APR], the ceiling. The Slaug had possibly more slaves than any other civilization on earth at this time; that is, this time I am writing about, the time this story actually took place, according to my dream vision. Who I am [if you are asking], I am the dream, my name is Shark, and I have left these secrets hidden within a mound on an island for another time, for people to find and explore my writings, if you have found these writings and this story, then you have searched or someone has what is called ‘Sacred Geometry’, and so be it; because I have searched high and low in all the lands of the world to bring to life mysteries that have been hidden, and this is one.

–Religious dissidents [nonconformist] they were murdered, quartered alive in front of the citizens; I said that democracy was in this land, right? But its borders were open to debauchery and the Atlantic Nation kept the secrets of the necromantic culture, and that was what the people wanted; buried alive in front of whoever wanted to look, and be the testimony of those who wanted to challenge democracy–of which the inhuman crudeness of the time was, or rather, it seemed to be, in human cruelty, to be normal; it is truly only in this day and age that man has stepped forward to wave the flag of moral rights and responsibilities, yet hidden beyond all the dictators of the world today is exactly what was in those distant days, hidden evil. -black enchantment–this was the rule, the norm.

Once again I must say, and one must remember, it was the model, natural for people to act this way, wasn’t it? Hundreds were laid in large burials. [dugout-graves] holes in the earth: perhaps four hundred could be thrown or dumped, dumped like diseased cattle into these burial pits (I have seen this with my own eyes in my vision). The liar was crucified upside down, he was considered a man with his entrails out and no skeleton, so soon after he was boned like a fish and left to rot outside the cities with the hyenas.

When feelings, attitudes or opinions arose, and they witnessed anything against the laws and ideals of the Atlantic Ruling Region, the abolitionist turned it off, then and only then. This was the group that wore the Eagle Wings (yes, this group was the Hidden Red Guards, the Nazis of the SS of our days; the CIA, the FBI or the KGB of the time); the Kura Abolitionists, who worked for the Atlanta Group, were all of these subgroups and more. The emblem that went on his chest, or copper bracelets, or bronze ring, was the same emblem that many other nations would acquire in the future. For example, the wings would pass to the Egyptian culture, as well as the Persians and the Romans would adopt the wings of the eagle; and yet, in the distant future, the Nazis. And in the longest version of humanity yet to be born, North America would adapt eagle wings to follow, the United States, for some strange reason, this emblem would never rest for 10,000 years; never relaxing, never finding a place of inactivity for long, remaining open to world conquest, or so it seemed; yes this was also used by this powerful nation to seize world power this Atlanta Group saying their government was for the people by the people therefore democracy was born but not exactly meaning what the people wanted per se (because they were somewhat brainwashed), and although not considered as great an achievement as by today’s standards, it was significant; so it was.

The Kura abolitionists (within the city government element), who were the enforcers, persecuted the merchants, merchants who considered themselves against the people, of course, the people of the Atlantic Group, they said; the only favoritism towards their own kind was The Atlantic Group, which ruled the bi-proxy world already at bay. In this city, the city was actually called Kura, but it was still known as “The City of the Great Tower”, which was on the edge of the Black Sea, during its existence there was no Black Sea per se, at this time. , would come after the Universal Flood, yes I repeat, it did not come out yet, rather it was created, created after the great upheaval of the earth. It was now a desert, a plateau kingdom that rested on the edge of the desert, indented with land that would one day be a great sea; That being said, after the continents split in two (disconnecting the land masses) the earth’s crust would writhe in labor pains, turning everything upside down during this Great Flood that will be, of this age to come. But I am ahead of my dream—-Kura, as this mighty and powerful economic city-state was called, gained the name: “The Great Tower of the City”, it is where I wish to stay.

As I was about to say, in the middle of Kura City, at its very center, its nerve center, also known as its ‘navel’, stood a two thousand foot tower, two thousand feet tall towards the dusty. .. blue ink like atmosphere. Its huge girth was also deeply rooted, that is, planted and sunk deep into the earth’s crust to secure it for five thousand years. It was a marvel of power for a world attentive to its visitors and tourists; but the power came from the Atlantic again, like most things of extraordinary feats, because they planted, and I’ll get to that in a bit.

Like a stake, a fence stake, it was as it was: unfathomable, deeply entrenched was this mighty tower, this landmark of all landmarks in layers and layers of earth; taller than the pyramids of Egypt, stronger than the stone walls of Troy, and more durable than Stonehenge; and older than the Sphinx. Who could boast a more powerful headlamp like this? [?] Not even Gilgamish and his mighty Uruk. However, this symbol was not one of hope or longing, on behalf of humanity, but on the contrary, it was an encouragement to be subdued by the Atlantic group.

Within this city-fortress that spread like the rays of the sun from the implanted tower, where 230,000 inhabitants of the city lived, of whom 25,000 were slaves who lived and ate and gossiped and tolerated the rules of the bunch that ruled from the atlantic region, that is, slaves employed with no salary other than the time to spend until they won their freedom, as a result, join the democracy, the democracy that said they had to be in a state of slaves, in all respects, this made the population of the city somewhere around or close to: 255,000 at this time. The whole town, as if it were a draft, knew that they would have to serve two years of slavery on their sixteenth birthday. And if not, how could an economy grow prosperous? It was beyond their comprehension, it was an unanswered question, and pleasant for the Atlantic Group to leave it at that, in which they had installed this reasoning for many years. It was something that was never raised, after its implantation in civilization. The only way out of it was to buy your way out before entering. And if he committed any offense during his servitude, his time could be extended. The government could use your time and services, or you could be auctioned off by the government to the populist for needed goods (Note: not too different in many ways from being a 21st century credit card slave, I think; and trying to pay the given credit in advance, thus one sells his body and soul).

In essence, you did what you were told under this democratic servitude: for the people by the people, so it was said, but what was intended was free labor for economic gain, rather than an army that would plunder and exhaust everyone. resources for free labor back to the government, therefore, in a way, it was better for the populace, and for the commanding army some two thousand miles away. Also, was there open or free sex if the master so desired of his slave, either with a man or a woman, or with both?

Search for ‘Part Two’ and now here is the poem:

An old, old

[Dedicated to Papa Augusto]

His words are in shackles,

His eyes are dark,

Not a word, he says…

But they attack…

supreme love:

are his children and hope

He kneels now and prays

And he bows before his God!

exposed to demons

that surrounds the air

He sits and thinks:

“How much can I take?”

It’s an old, old

–his days are few

He sits and thinks:

“How long can I stew?”

#608 [3/31/05]