Thursday, September 26, 2019

Fall of Atlantis, The Lost Continent... Blavatsky in the HotZone!

~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyC0G1REvC8 ~
DARK JOURNALIST X-SERIES 66: BLAVATSKY IN THE HOTZONE: THEOSOPHICAL SOCIETY ATLANTIS MYSTERY SCHOOL!

In this groundbreaking episode on the 144th anniversary of the founding of the Theosophical Society Mystery School (TS) in 1875, Dark Journalist takes us on a deep exploration of its founder, enigmatic Russian Esotericist Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Through careful connecting of dots and analysis DJ shows that Blavatsky was extensively involved in the HotZone and visited Cuba on many occasions. TS would eventually open over 300 lodges there teaching that Lost Atlantis once ruled the entire Atlantic as major Spiritual and Technological force before it was destroyed! He also explores the spiritualistic manifestations of the mysterious John King who claimed to be the spirit of legendary Knight and Pirate Henry Morgan who invaded Cuba and governed much of the HotZone in the 17th Century. It was claimed that Morgan, who was a central personality coming through mediums in the nineteenth century, was also a major guide to hidden wisdom for Blavatsky, while others claimed it was Blavatsky herself who materialized this astral apparition as a spiritual teaching moment and as a message from the Mystery Schools to humanity.



~ STORMWATCH: CATASTROPHOBIA (FALL OF ATLANTIS) ~

9500 B.C. - I was watching Rhea, seated upon her tripod at The Oracle, as mists from fissure in the Earth below her granted prophetic vision about the future of Poseidia. She then spoke of a great column of fire... but I was distracted because I then saw her tripod was empty and the Seer of Atlantis appeared in front of me, just like magic. Was it her shapeshifting? Rhea then flashed her eyes. We started to make passionate love on the floor of the dome, when I noticed that the Key to Life and Death was gone from its chain around my neck! Rhea had vanished in an instant and Dion stood in her place, grinning. The President of the High Council was cleverly tricked by a Priestess of Belial and, in sheer horror, my eyes beheld Dion stabbing Rhea deep in the heart with a very long dagger. Her screams echoed through the air as she lay dying atop the tripod seat, bleeding into the fissure… It was at this point when I noticed that the floor was shaking beneath my feet, then cracking as I sprinted through a door to safety, just in time, before a falling column crashed behind me. I jumped into a crowded boat docked on the waterfront as it was pushing away from a chaotic scene of crumbling architecture. The dome shuddered violently, as I knew that the High Priest of Belial was activating the laser, using power of the Tuaoi Stone. I looked to have another glance at the shore to witness as the dome fell and a hot blast of fire shot high into the heavens with a deafening roar. This sent a wall of water towards the retreating boats, swallowing us in the foaming brine before all went black in a shroud of darkness...

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