A few weeks back I posted about Planet X, well here is an update to that article. The search for the mysterious planet has been narrowed down. Read the article to get the latest.
http://www.zmescience.com/space/planet-nine-search/

Graham Hancock's Magicians of the God's

 Over the weekend, I read Graham Hancock’s new book, Magicians of the Gods. Mr. Hancock does an incredible degree of on-the-ground research for his books. I was particularly interested in this one, because it shares some essential historical facts with my The Alterran Legacy Series.
A key focus of Book 1, Colony Earth, is the bombardment of Earth by comet fragments that occurred about 13,000 B.C.  The Earth had been warming for several centuries and was beginning to bloom again. Glaciers still dominated certain terrain, particularly the Laurentide Ice Sheet that covered Canada, dipping into the United States around the Great Lakes. Relying in part on upon essentially the same geologic research that I used for Colony Earth, Mr. Hancock describes a theory that comet fragments struck the Laurentide with nuclear force, incinerating portions of it. The ensuing fresh water melt caused catastrophic flooding throughout the Earth, as well as a rain of comet fragments that continued for some time. Mr. Hancock, accompanied by an expert, investigated the Channeled Scablands in the State of Washington and describes features that could only have been formed by an extreme force of water. He also describes findings of glass-like objects in Michigan that are formed by immense heat. Fascinating stuff. It’s no wonder that North America wasn’t overpopulated when The Europeans arrived.  The lingering, dust clouds and acid rain caused a sudden return to a mini-ice age known as the Younger Dryas, which also serves as an important backdrop to The Alterran Legacy Series.
In Colony Earth, visitors from the planet Alterra, are initially stranded here because of a geologic catastrophe at home – a bombardment from their dying sun has caused the atmosphere to dissipate. After their base and essential equipment, including one that prolongs life, is severely damaged by Earth’s comet, they face the grim prospect of an early death. Preserving their civilization through procreation becomes the only way for their ancient civilization to survive. And so a group breaks away and joins with a village of destitute Earth women.
Mr. Hancock also visited key archeological sites in Mesopotamia, which suffered in the floods. These included Baalbek and Gobekli Tepe, which was found relatively recently. When the weather at the Alterrans’ originally colony becomes too cold for survival, they construct Baalbek. To be fair, Mr. Hancock does not advocate the “ancient astronaut” theory. He is of the view that the 13,000 B.C. events were so catastrophic that they wiped out a civilization that had become highly advanced, even though hunter gatherers existed elsewhere in their world. Somehow these ancients (hence, “Magicians of the Gods”) managed to survive, perhaps in the underground cities being uncovered in Turkey, such as Derinkuyu. (Please check my twitter feed for pictures of the Derinkuyu complex.
I will discuss Goblekli Tepe in another post. For now, I highly recommend Magicians of the Gods.
http://www.amazon.com/Magicians-Gods-Forgotten-Wisdom-Civilization-ebook/dp/B00Z637BD0/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1454458950&sr=1-1&keywords=magicians+of+the+gods

Ne "Planet X"

Scientists Report Evidence for "Planet X," the New Ninth Planet Far Beyond Pluto

http://blogs.discovery.com/inscider/2016/01/scientists-report-evidence-for-a-ninth-planet-in-our-solar-system-sorry-pluto.html

Exceptional Discovery

Check this site out for the exceptional discovery
Found: King Anunnaki’s body, 12,000 years old and completely intact https://t.co/VCKj4QuP3V

Short Story: For Beauty

Please enjoy this awesome and wonderful written short story, For beauty, by the amazing Author Regina M. Joseph. Please feel free to give some feedback and let me know how you enjoyed this story.

FOR BEAUTY

BY

REGINA M. JOSEPH

“Missing,” the Magistrate pronounced loudly, followed by a mumbled, “That’s one less.” He tossed his long braid over his shoulder to hide his discomfort. Carefully nestling his stylus between two pudgy fingers, he let his hand sweep down to affix a check beside the name of the missing Outlander. “I’ve eliminated her from the rolls.”

                “We need more workers,” the factory foreman protested, not daring to glance up to the podium.

                “You have plenty.”

Grumbling, the gray-bearded foreman folded his hands in his blousy sleeves and floated into the shadows.

                “We’re done for the day,” the Magistrate intoned. Arising on his transport pillow, he floated from the adjudication room to his private sanctuary. He smiled. Gentle music filled the air. The shutters of the holographic window lay open to a garden overflowing with delicate flowers of every color. Resting on the imagined window ledge, the magistrate drank in the delicate perfume. Releasing a long sigh, he thought, This is how it used to be and how it will be again.

                His attendant, dressed in the drab homespun of an Outlander, offered a cup of wine. He bowed from the waist. “Difficult day, my lord?”  

                Detecting surliness in his voice, the Magistrate accepted the cup and studied his face. His attendant was usually pleasant, one could even say competent. He’d shared many a debate with the man, agreeing on nothing. For an Outlander, he was intelligent and arguably worth saving. Nevertheless, an edict had to be applied evenly. Only one wistful glance at the beauty beyond the window was sufficient to ratify his course. Swirling the wine in his cup, he noticed a defiant glance.

                “You know what’s being done, don’t you?”

                The attendant stiffened. “We are given provisions for a journey and told that a perfect settlement for Outlanders has been readied. Its décor is plain and utilitarian as our traditions mandate. But the directions to this nirvana are faulty, or false, and Outlanders are unfamiliar with the terrain outside the City walls—as you well know. In truth, the path goes through the sinking land. We go to certain death. Officially, we are missing, as if we deviated from the directions.”

                The Magistrate winced. “We’re not responsible for the lost ones.”

                The Magisterium’s unanimous edict had been rendered after an intense, but brief, debate. The Magistrate had his moral doubts, but the situation had deteriorated to where reprehensible acts were the only available course. It was kill or be killed. The City’s natives had revolted because the Outlander influence had, they said, ruined their culture. Their society used to be filled with colorful gardens of magnificent beauty, and people wore colorful garments. Music was played everywhere. Now, the beautiful life remained only in hiding. Over time, the Outlanders’ population had reached a tipping point within the City’s walls, and they’d bullied and used their demonstrations to eradicate all that the natives considered beautiful. It was as if a revolution had occurred, stealthily and silently, without anyone even knowing there was a war afoot. 

                “Not lost. Purged.”

“So,” the Magistrate probed, “is the so-called purge―I admit nothing―common belief among your kind?” The Magisterium had designed the cleansing for secrecy and for avoiding distasteful hands-on bloodshed, thinking that the Outlander bodies would sink into the bogs without a trace. Nature was responsible. But knowledge meant resistance. His stomach knotted. I must warn the Magisterium.

                “We all know.”

                The Magistrate’s mind raced. We must accelerate the purge. They outnumber us.

The attendant fumed, “You brought us here.”

                The Magistrate narrowed his eyes, annoyed that his guilt was so apparent. “We made short-term offers for work that we ourselves could no longer perform. We needed labor and we were willing to afford Outlanders excellent hospitality in return. Your forebears accepted—the offers were the mistake of the old regime. The bargain was made for expediency, and we miscalculated how much you’d breed, as well as how little we would. Before the violence began, we ignored the imbalance and your growing resistance to our authority. We sought to placate you by leaving you alone. Outlanders migrated into ever more neighborhoods, using their numbers for intimidation. Who could have foreseen that you’d ban our wonderful gardens? We’re losing our identity. Since you don’t appreciate our culture, we must be rid of you. But you wouldn’t accept our incentives to leave. Violence could still be avoided.”

                “We’ve nowhere to go. We’re generations away from our homeland.”

                “After extensions of our bargain, we assumed that you’d appreciate our beauty and become one with us. How can anyone not appreciate beauty? It’s unthinkable.”

                The attendant taunted, “You have no right to design your life. Your inability to walk is punishment. Without us, you’ve lost the ability to survive.”

History channel, 10,000 B.C., validates the geology of Alterran Legacy Series. http://alterranlegacy.com 

Author Spotlight

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