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HFL if you keep this up you'll come across the one that shows the sides of whole mountain ranges that have been chewed up by HUGE open mining type of machines.Yeah, I saw that. It reminded me of that Area 51 'white montmorillonite' guy.
Cassiopaeans Session December 5, 1998Not quite sure if this guy knows what he's talking about, but anyway...
Q: (L) What about the clay and the montmorillonite, and the connection of the clay TO the montmorillonite, and what you once said about trace minerals unlocking secrets in some way?
A: Yes.
Q: (L) Yes what?
(A) How much should we drink?
A: No.
Q: (L) We shouldn’t drink it?
A: Be vague, we vague.
Q: (L) Is this montmorillonite the objective of the clues about tritium? The fact that tritium pointed to this clay, and that this clay is situated in the Rhineland, among other select sites, and alfalfa possibly grows there. Is this where the clue was supposed to lead us?
A: The question is about the mind, spirit and body, and what happens hence.
Q: (L) Well, what I am trying to get to here is: is it useful for us to ingest this montmorillonite? Will it assist in this mind/body/spirit connection?
A: What is more to the point is who was assisted before, how and why.
Q: (L) I don’t get it. Maybe it is because I am so tired, but I am hitting a blank on that.
A: You must be, as the obvious is quite oblivious!
Q: (A) We are not getting anything about this mineral... who was assisted before, how and why...
(F) I can figure that out!
(L) Well, go ahead!
(F) If this clay is in Germany, and if the implication is that the mineral causes some sort of beneficial effect, perhaps, in antiquity, somebody was using it for that reason.
(L) Is Freddie right on this?
A: Yes, he is.
... plenty of "Yikes!" blonde blue-eyed Berber action....That might give him a heart attack ...or just a head shake in disbelief. If it's not black, it's not true.
Q: (L) And what does the reference to monoatomic gold mean?Without wishing to make 2 + 2 = 5, I guess if someone wanted to get everyone to take that stuff, they could always put it in 'mandatory vaccines'.
A: Total entrapment of the being, mind, body and soul.
Dan Golden's schtick is that bentonite is not montmorillonite. Bentonite is a bunch of toxic sludge which contains some montmorillonite.This description reminds me a bit of that: [Link]
"I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago--the other day. . . . Light came out of this river since--you say Knights? Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker--may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday. Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine--what d'ye call 'em?--trireme in the Mediterranean, ordered suddenly to the north; run overland across the Gauls in a hurry; put in charge of one of these craft the legionaries,--a wonderful lot of handy men they must have been too--used to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read. Imagine him here--the very end of the world, a sea the color of lead, a sky the color of smoke, a kind of ship about as rigid as a concertina--and going up this river with stores, or orders, or what you like. Sandbanks, marshes, forests, savages,--precious little to eat fit for a civilized man, nothing but Thames water to drink. No Falernian wine here, no going ashore. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness, like a needle in a bundle of hay--cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death,--death skulking in the air, in the water, in the bush. They must have been dying like flies here. Oh yes--he did it. Did it very well, too, no doubt, and without thinking much about it either, except afterwards to brag of what he had gone through in his time, perhaps. They were men enough to face the darkness. And perhaps he was cheered by keeping his eye on a chance of promotion to the fleet at Ravenna by-and-by, if he had good friends in Rome and survived the awful climate. Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga--perhaps too much dice, you know--coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him,--all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know. Imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate."I would guess I would enjoy living in London far more when and how Conrad did, there his alter ego/ 'Secret Sharer'* is sitting on a sailboat on the Thames, late Nineteenth Century, chatting... I generally am not big on fiction novels, but that one is GREAT! Free at: [Link]
Just my 5 cent guess