Is this a real conspiracy......I do not know but it does seem like something is going on IMO

There are several of these vids/stories for those who might be interested.

This is our 2nd project working with Matt from Ancient Architects YT channel.

Enhanced Great Pyramid Footage from the Djedi Robot -



https://image-analysis-team.com/

We did some work for Matt of Ancient Architects YT channel last year. Here is the first one -

Images from the GREAT PYRAMID Queen's Chamber Northern Shaft



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Mary Bottle came to the conclusion that if her pen-friend hadn't arrived at their agreed rendezvous by the time
the winter sun went behind the nearest of the two tall posts of the Fessel Cloud Walkway, she'd call it a day
and return to her mundane life in Munderville via the more safer route than this rickety-looking platform. Mary
and Dorothy Cobb had been corresponding with each other for almost four summers since they'd first met
during the seasonal time of Tattie-picking Week and the young woman in the light-blue gingham dress was
looking forward to seeing the only person she could truly call a friend.

Mary would always smile as she recalled those couple of harmonious days where they gathered the farmer's
root-crop and chatted across the imaginary boundary that divided Dorothy's designated picking-area and her
own. As the pair collected the potatoes left in the plough horse's wake, they found that they had an affinity
with lots of things and the warm days had been full of amiable chattering and an appreciation for each others
different lifestyles.

Dorothy was a seamstress and was looking forward to starting her own business of Cartwheel and Ten-Spoke
Yarrel button-making, a skill slowly declining due to changing fashions. But the always-grinning tawny-haired
girl from Bowe-Denton assured her tattie-plucking acquaintance that in the world of dressmaking, fads come
and go and people would always needs clothes.

When Dorothy had mentioned their chance-meeting was merely due to her temporary situation of visiting her
Aunt Agatha living on a small-holding just outside of Munderville, Mary -who had sewn her own garments since
she'd been only knee-high, had dared to ask if they could continue their rapport through the use of the Midnight
Mail and the blue-eyed young lady with the muddy knees had agreed. Somewhere on the horizon, the blonde
stripling from Munderville believed an opportunity to leave her humdrum village awaited and now -if her friend
shows up, that time may be closer.

Alas, with the unenthusiastic sun drawing a faint long shadow from the heavily-rope-wrapped upright, Mary's
heart sank and breathing out her melancholy into the cool air, she turned to head towards Calder's Way. That
was when she saw the faint shape in the late-afternoon mist upon the bridge.

With a sudden rush of elation, Mary realised it was Dorothy and she must have merely come to their meeting
place by the other less-used route past the almost-redundant Dry-Goods store. With a smile on her face that
threatened to reach her ears, Mary absently glanced down at the wide lumber of the platform and raced towards
her soul mate in the foggy centre of the Fessel Cloud Walkway.
But it wasn't Dorothy.
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The Vampire known as Otis Susan smiled sardonically to the open-mouthed crowd that watched the scene and
prepared to feast on the blood of the tenacious woman standing before him wearing the stupid big hat. It had
been six whole weeks of feeding here in Starlingbush and now with the slaying of their recently-arrived aspiring
law-enforcer, Otis reckoned he might even get through to next winter before having to move off to another venue
to banquet.

The figure standing inside a small circle of stones raised her arms and in doing so, showed bare thigh to match
her bare feet. With a mumble of incoherent words, the little woman looked ridiculous to the Vampire who had
been maurading this part of the countryside since the beginning of summer. "Git yer' gone, yer' foul ogre and
leave not a pong of yer' exit" this poncho-wearing newcomer cried out in far-too-dramatic tones and it was at
that precise moment when Otis noticed the audience had began to giggle.

The more-cynical among us sometimes state that honey can catch flies, but allow the wasps go free. In the case
of this natural syrup -when mixed with certain herbs and incantations, it is not true. Everything becomes attained
and that includes the slowly-comprehending Otis Susan. The knee-high boots he'd been buried in were cemented
fast to the dried earth beneath the layer of brewed amalgam and no matter how he tried, he could not further his
intended assault.

He'd come in from the south side of Starlingbush and been surprised by the absence of residents in their homes
during his perusal through their little windows. With the means of his stealth, Otis has crept along the unpaved
thoroughfare until he spied the citizens of this backwater hamlet gathered as a jumbled congregation in a rarely
-used corral listening to an unknown orator with -what the Vampire believed, was a poor dialect.

"...Aye, these buggers might fink' they have the right te' just come and tek' what they want, but Ah'll show yer'
that majick will always tek' the day" this bantam female under a far-too large hat announced proudly during
his silent approach. Adorned in a grimy garment that had seen better days and a weathered satchel hanging
limply from her shoulder, this unshod pontificator stood within a bracelet of rocks that Otis believed had been
gathered by the peasants who worked the land in these parts and announced to her audience that their place
on his menu was no more.

Slowly creeping from the shadows of the forest that circled the dusty stockade, Starlingbush's visiting Vampire
sniffed his incredulity at the little woman's cocky sermon and licking his long fangs, Otis decided that the scruffy
newcomer would make a grand appetiser. For one fleeting moment, a name fluttered across the blood-sucker's
fevered mind, but he failed to snatch it.

Out here in the nowhere boondocks, Otis had heard all the lurid tales of conjurers of spells and grand illusionists
who inveigled the hillbillies with their so-called sortilege. But he knew they never came this far off the regular
roads and certainly never carried a less-uncultivated vernacular.

Yet here he was, only a few steps from his rough-sounding prey and his feet suddenly frozen to the ground.
"Five steps, iff'n' yer' the Last Witch of Underhill" Peggy Powler whispered through her antipathetic smile and
after nodding to a waving Midnight Mail Carrier in the crowd, began the ceremony of purification. It didn't take
long as some of the men of Starlingbush had brought their axes.

Dr. M counts down his rankings of the best historical discoveries of the past year.

Welcome back Halwesten, I hope you're the pioneer for many who were at the old site,
but failed to get over here. I took the liberty of transferring your old avatar to our new
RN website, I hope it's okay?

Let's start with a nice 4K video tour of

The OSIRION — 2017



As they move from the Osirion to the tunnel leading to Ramses tomb we see a wall that is partially eroded.

Pause this video at 16:53.

Study the decaying wall carefully.

You will notice the outer part of the wall is eroding and this outer part was made to look as if the wall was constructed with large blocks.

But we can see the inner part of the wall is in reality made of much smaller stones.

I call this effect missing sheetrock effect.

And started hunting 4k Egypt tour videos to search for missing sheetrock footage.

I found a really nice one, so keep your eyes open whenever they go to any temples and look at artwork on walls, columns, statues, basically anything with erosion.

You will find the secondary layer is always smooth plaster, probably for better adhesion when they applied the premade artwork.

This artwork was probably made on large tables while still wet so the artists could draw on it, then cut it with string into say 4 x 4 chunks and leave it in the sun to dry, which is still in practice today in pottery making.

Watch this video full screen and you will see the same type of method used again and again -




Having discovered this 'Missing Sheetrock' effect I started examining other Ancient Megaliths around the world and lo and behold it turns out The Egyptians were not the only Masters of Illusion in ancient times!

It was the chilly winter night of December 6, 1941, and Navy stoker John Capes was dozing off on his makeshift bunk bed made from an old torpedo tube. His vessel, the Parthian-class British submarine HMS Perseus, surfaced calmly while recharging her batteries under cover of the night near the shore of the Greek island of Kefalonia. Amazing 10 min story.




Noted this comment: "It should be mentioned that Capes was not on the manifest of the Perseus because he was tending to a court case (supposedly) in Malta and missed his assigned submarine, which I believe was called HMS Thrasher. He was a hitchhiker on the Perseus, which was part of the "Magic Carpet" fleet that, as you rightly pointed out, was charged with keeping Malta supplied. On the Island, I have heard tell over the years from the locals in Mavrata (I live on Kefalonia) that some believed Capes was some kind of intelligence officer, However, I could never confirm this.. Lastly, a point of interest is that a Lieutenant Merlin of the Royal Greek Navy was also a guest on the Perseus and on his way to Alexandria to take command of a Greek submarine. From accounts of the locals Merlin, whose family was from Kefalonia, and Nicolay were outside on the conning tower so that the Greek officer could catch a look at his home Island as the batteries charged... I hope these tidbits were of interest."

Quote:The Liberty Manifesto

May 6, 1993 • Speeches
By P.J. O’Rourke

The Cato Institute has an unusual political cause — which is no political cause whatsoever. We are here tonight to dedicate ourselves to that cause, to dedicate ourselves, in other words, to … nothing.

We have no ideology, no agenda, no catechism, no dialectic, no plan for humanity. We have no “vision thing,” as our ex‐president would say, or, as our current president would say, we have no Hillary.

All we have is the belief that people should do what people want to do, unless it causes harm to other people. And that had better be clear and provable harm. No nonsense about second‐hand smoke or hurtful, insensitive language, please.

I don’t know what’s good for you. You don’t know what’s good for me. We don’t know what’s good for mankind. And it sometimes seems as though we’re the only people who don’t. It may well be that, gathered right here in this room tonight,are all the people in the world who don’t want to tell all the people in the world what to do.

This is because we believe in freedom. Freedom — what this country was established upon, what the Constitution was written to defend, what the Civil War was fought to perfect.

Freedom is not empowerment. Empowerment is what the Serbs have in Bosnia. Anybody can grab a gun and be empowered. It’s not entitlement. An entitlement is what people on welfare get, and how free are they? It’s not an endlessly expanding list of rights — the “right” to education, the “right” to health care, the “right” to food and housing. That’s not freedom, that’s dependency. Those aren’t rights, those are the rations of slavery — hay and a barn for human cattle.

There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.

So we are here tonight in a kind of anti‐matter protest — an unpolitical undemonstration by deeply uncommitted inactivists. We are part of a huge invisible picket line that circles the White House twenty‐four hours a day. We are participants in an enormous non‐march on Washington — millions and millions of Americans not descending upon the nation’s capital in order to demand nothing from the United States government. To demand nothing, that is, except the one thing which no government in history has been able to do — leave us alone.

There are just two rules of governance in a free society:

• Mind your own business.
  
• Keep your hands to yourself.
  

Bill, keep your hands to yourself. Hillary, mind your own business.

We have a group of incredibly silly people in the White House right now, people who think government works. Or that government would work, if you got some real bright young kids from Yale to run it.

We’re being governed by dorm room bull session. The Clinton administration is over there right now pulling an all‐nighter in the West Wing. They think that, if they can just stay up late enough, they can create a healthy economy and bring peace to former Yugoslavia.

The Clinton administration is going to decrease government spending by increasing the amount of money we give to the government to spend.

Health care is too expensive, so the Clinton administration is putting a high‐powered corporate lawyer in charge of making it cheaper. (This is what I always do when I want to spend less money — hire a lawyer from Yale.) If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it’s free.

The Clinton administration is putting together a program so that college graduates can work to pay off their school tuition. As if this were some genius idea. It’s called getting a job. Most folks do that when they get out of college, unless, of course, they happen to become governor of Arkansas.

And the Clinton administration launched an attack on people in Texas because those people were religious nuts with guns. Hell, this country was founded by religious nuts with guns. Who does Bill Clinton think stepped ashore on Plymouth Rock? Peace Corps volunteers? Or maybe the people in Texas were attacked because of child abuse. But, if child abuse was the issue, why didn’t Janet Reno tear‐gas Woody Allen?

You know, if government were a product, selling it would be illegal.

Government is a health hazard. Governments have killed many more people than cigarettes or unbuckled seat belts ever have.

Government contains impure ingredients — as anybody who’s looked at Congress can tell you.

On the basis of Bill Clinton’s 1992 campaign promises, I think we can say government practices deceptive advertising.

And the merest glance at the federal budget is enough to convict the government of perjury, extortion, and fraud.
There, ladies and gentlemen, you have the Cato Institute’s program in a nutshell: government should be against the law.

Term limits aren’t enough. We need jail.

The Liberty Manifesto

Quote:Patrick Jake O'Rourke (November 14, 1947 – February 15, 2022) was an American libertarian political satirist and journalist. O'Rourke was the H. L. Mencken Research Fellow at the libertarian Cato Institute and a regular correspondent for The Atlantic Monthly, The American Spectator, and The Weekly Standard, and frequent panelist on National Public Radio's game show Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! He was a columnist at The Daily Beast from 2011 to 2016.

From 1990 to 1993, O'Rourke was married to Amy Lumet, a daughter of movie director Sidney Lumet and a granddaughter of Lena Mary Calhoun Horne.

Lena was reportedly descended from the John C. Calhoun family; his nephew, Dr Andrew Bonaparte Calhoun, "owned the slaves whose descendants include... Horne".