The Survival of This Planet Shall Rest Upon Your Shoulders

A mystical message received in the middle of the night (Sunday, March 5th)…

To Pohnpei they came. Two brothers with red hair blazing in the sun. Leaders of the Tall Ones were they, who brought with them others of the tall Shining Ones. The small people called them the Mapmakers. This was 900 years ago by your counting.

Here on the Eastern shore the brothers chose the site where they would build their sanctuary that later became known as Nan Madol. They had come after the big freeze had melted, from their previous home called Gunung Padang. In their long ships — like white swans on the water they came.

They built their new sanctuary in a single day with large stones that they sang to them from faraway lands. Like a flock of birds, the stones levitated and was sung into place by the people, and these songs linger in the hearts of the stones still. Be silent and you will hear the songs of the stones. Where once the children played, and the hands of the women flew like butterflies over the looms that spun the many garments of joyful colors, now the waters of the ocean have claimed.

Seven generations did dwell in Nan Madol before they sailed in three airships to the land of Khem. Up the large snake (Seer’s note: the Nile) they went and stayed there for many generations until they were dispersed among the people of the Earth. This they did to teach the sciences and other skills known amongst the people of the stars, to the people of the Earth, so that the Earth may be elevated beyond the cataclysms that could injure her and that she should be struck by asteroids no more.

Remember who you are oh Shining Ones, for the day is coming and is at hand that the survival of this planet shall rest upon your shoulders.

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