Why does atl mean “water” in the Aztec language?
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Why are there three Armenian cities cited by Ptolemy as Chol, Colua and Cholima, and
three Mexican cities named Cholula, Coluacan and Colima?
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Atlantis! Augustus Le Plongeon, the first to excavate the Maya ruins
in the Yucatán, deciphers the glyphs and discovers that they tell the story of
the princes Coh and Aac, rivals for the hand of their sister Moo, Queen of
Atlantis. Coh is accepted, but is murdered by Aac, whose armies overrun
Atlantis as the continent begins to sink. Moo flees to Egypt, where she builds
the Sphinx as a monument to her husband/brother, changes her name to Isis, and
is the founder of Egyptian civilization. The Greek alphabet, recited in the
proper order, is actually a Mayan poem on the fate of Moo.
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Lost! Plutarch claimed that Solon began an epic poem on Atlantis, and
gave it up. Lost! Plato’s account of the continent, Critias, ends suddenly in mid-sentence: “And when he had called
them together, he spoke as follows:”
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Why do the Basques speak Algonquin?
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Atlantis! Heinrich Schliemann’s grandson Paul claims that he
inherited a letter, an envelope and an owl-headed vase of unknown provenance.
The letter instructed that only a family member willing to devote his life to
the material contained in the envelope and vase should open them. He pledged
his life, and broke the vase. Inside were four square coins and a metal plaque
inscribed in Phoenician, Issued in the
Temple of Transparent Walls. He opened the envelope, and found his
grandfather’s secret notes from the excavation of Troy: the finding of a bronze
urn full of coins marked From the King
Cronos of Atlantis. Young Schliemann then set off for Tibet, where he
discovered a Chaldean account of the destruction of the Land of the Seven
Cities. Schliemann reports his findings to the New York American in 1912, promising to reveal much more in a
forthecoming book.
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Atlantis! Rudolf Steiner writes how the Atlanteans had no ability to
reason, but that they had trained themselves in the mnemonic arts, and could
even pass on their collected memories to their children. When faced with a
problem, they found the solution from precedence; but if it was a new problem,
they could only experiment blindly. They used words to heal wounds immediately,
and flew in aircraft that ran on
“life force.”
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Lost Atlantis! It was all a dream from the holothurians. The
holothurians, despised by men, called “sea cucumbers” after that insipid
vegetable, dismissed as cylindrical purplish blobs, nothing more than a mouth
and an anus, forever filtering mud in the gloom of the ocean floor—it was the
holothurians who did it. For each is the cell of a huge collective brain, a
brain trapped in millions of useless bodies that inhabit the dullest stretches
on earth. So, to amuse itself, this brain has spun stories along its submarine
network, stories that bubbled up and randomly entered the dreams of the
sleeping people above. Stories that provoked strange longings for the ocean
floor: that the origin of all life began there, that forgotten kingdoms lie
there in the mud, along with the shipwrecks of fantastic wealth. A dream that
Solon and Platon and Bacon and de Falla and the other could only partially
remember: they wrote it down, then went to sleep again to recover the rest, and
never could. A dream that has led so many to dive into the sea and keep
swimming down.
Atlantis! In the dark the holothurians eat and excrete and move on
and eat, inching forward, thinking, sending out their mental flares in the hope
that someone, something, anything will drop by and relieve the tedium of their
biological fate, down there, at the bottom of the sea, with the calcified
sponges, magnesium nodules, the crushed spines of sea urchins, the ghosts of
coelenterates, unexploded torpedoes, skeletons of bathypterids and halosaurs,
the hieroglyphic tracks of sea pens and ophiuroids, fecal coils, the waving
arms of a burrowed brittle-star, manganese encrusted dolphin teeth, the remains
of a jettisoned crate of Manilla-envelope clasps, zeolite crystals, pillows of
basalt, calcareous shells of pteropods, the sinister egg-casings of skates, the
broken anti-matter locks from a crashed spaceship, the short-crested ripples of
sand and the scour moats forming in globigerina ooze.
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