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For two thousand years, Atlantis has been read as Plato's fable. It was a real place — and now we know the ground it stood on.

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Religions are Conspiracy theories. Change my mind.

Something enormous is true, and something enormous is lost, and the truth and the loss arrive together, in the same envelope, addressed to everyone. The third book says: it was true all along, and that is exactly why there is something to grieve.

The vindication says: it was true all along, start celebrating. And between them lies, unwritten, the third book, the one that this movement attempts, whose premise is that both of the others are evasions of the same fact.

There are two books that are always written when a discovery touches religion, and I have read shelves of both. The first is the demolition.

@Maximumatheist Well done. Did the same a while ago.

Elon can fuck all the way off if he thinks I’m paying for his bullshit.

@MichaelButtonX Check my new book. A game changer by all standards.

Somewhere under the sea is a culture who lived for thousands of years. Nobody will ever know who they were

@Megalithic12000 I propose a rather innovative reading of Giza.

Few people notice this detail in the Khafre pyramid's foundation. The lower NE corner of the Khafre pyramid contains massive blocks matching Sphinx Valley Temple scale, with much smaller blocks stacked above. John Anthony West argued in his 2012 interview with Graham Hancock that two radically different masonry styles in one structure indicate two different periods of construction, with the foundation predating the courses above. 🔹Over 100 tons each 🔹Built directly on bedrock 🔹Same pattern reported at Menkaure 🔹Bedrock NW corner cut 33 feet into rock 🔹Mainstream credits the entire pyramid to one pharaoh The blocks shrink so dramatically that by the apex they are just 20 inches thick, while the foundation contains some of the largest blocks anywhere on the plateau. Mainstream explains the size shrinkage as load-bearing engineering, but that does not explain why the foundation specifically matches the cyclopean Sphinx Valley Temple core scale. The foundation does not match the courses above it. Why does the foundation match Sphinx Valley Temple scale while the courses above it shrink to dynastic standard?

@LucifersTweetz Follow. You will learn why religion is so ingrained in Man.

I’m getting really tired of religious bullshit.

@HunterBiden Great post. Respect.

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

Every one of these species had walked this region during the wet phases when the lake was high. Every one of them had stood, at some version of this gorge, and watched the river make its commitment to the terminal lake. The site I was reading was not new to human eyes. It was the landscape that had been shaping human eyes for three million years. When I say the record that Plato transmitted is older than Homo sapiens, I am not speaking loosely. I mean it literally.

The place I was looking at was not merely ancient in the geological sense. It was ancient in the human sense: the deepest possible human sense. The Afar Depression is one of the primary sites of hominin evolution on earth. Australopithecus afarensis, whose most complete skeleton was recovered forty kilometres south of this gorge in 1974, walked the margins of these basins three million years ago. Homo habilis, Homo erectus, and the archaic human species that palaeoanthropologists variously classify as H. heidelbergensis or late H. erectus followed across the next two million years, leaving their tools in the sediments of the rift valley’s successive lake margins.

I stood at the gorge-mouth and understood, for the first time, what Plato’s text was describing. Not a philosophical allegory. Not a moral fable about hubris and divine punishment. A particular, named, geologically documented, surveyable, measurable place: still there, still recognisable in its essential features, its island now a hillock above a salt flat, its freshwater lake contracted and hypersaline, its concentric terraces still cut into the volcanic rock, its geothermal chimneys still rising from the shore where the fault systems push heated water to the surface.

A geographical argument, built from geological measurement, palaeoclimatological reconstruction, comparative textual analysis, and architectural correspondence, for the proposition that the landscape Plato describes in the Timaeus and Critias is the Afar Depression of Ethiopia during the wet phase, and that the island at its centre is Dama Ali, a volcanic shield whose physical dimensions, spring hydrology, concentric terrace structure, and catastrophic fate all correspond to Plato’s text with the exactness of a geological survey rather than the approximation of a literary parallel.

At the Gorge-Mouth, at the mouth of the rivers I was named. Gilgamesh, Tablet XI The things preserved here are said to be the oldest. Plato, Timaeus 22e This book began at a gorge. Not at a library or a seminar, not with a reading of Plato or a survey of Egyptological literature, but at the edge of a basalt escarpment in the Afar Depression of Ethiopia, in the early morning before the heat made the salt plain below impassable, standing at the eastern threshold of Lake Abhe Bad where the Gobaad graben’s fault scarp opens through the basin’s rim toward the Lake Assal corridor. The forty-metre gap in the dark basalt is dry now, a wind-scoured passage above an exposed salt flat, the calcium carbonate towers of the chimney field still rising from the lake margin below it. But at the freshwater-period highstand, ten thousand years ago, this was the spillway: the threshold at which the accumulated drainage of the entire Ethiopian rift, delivered into the basin by the Awash from the northwest, made its last commitment and was forced out eastward toward the marine corridor beyond. Nothing of that overflow reaches the sea today. The lake has long since dropped below the threshold; what the Awash now delivers to the basin from the northwest evaporates into the sky. But the spillway is still there, and the gorge it cut is still measurable. I had come because of three words in Akkadian. They appear in the eleventh tablet of the Epic of Gilgamesh, at the moment when the god Ea instructs Utnapishtim, the Babylonian flood survivor, keeper of immortality, on the location of his island home. The phrase is ina pi narati. Translators have rendered it as “at the mouth of the rivers,” or “where the rivers flow together,” or occasionally “at the world’s edge.” These translations are not strictly wrong, but they are insufficiently geographical. The Akkadian naru means river, but it also carries the sense of a gorge, a cut through rock. Pi means mouth, but also opening, threshold, the point at which a confined thing releases itself into a larger body. The phrase, read geographically rather than cosmologically, describes a geographical feature: the gorge-mouth, the constriction through which an elevated river forces its way into a terminal basin. The place where the water makes its last commitment.

@VandreaXinc Hi there. Happy to discuss with people who share this passion. I am afraid I dont quite understand your question...America is not a topic in my book. Other than denying all american hypothesis!My Atlantis is in East Africa. I will gladly explain you the details. Best

@DSennfelt Where was the Americas during this time of Atlantis in you book?> Love the subject, been studying it for decades. Have you see the "The New Atlantis" Documentary? Claims the American forefathers knew it was the site of the old atlantis, bensalem etc.

@pfitzart Hi there. Great. I have vol 2 and 3 ready. In the meantime many more published if you want to take a look. Your question about paradise implies that you believe in a paradise...but why?

@DSennfelt I finished your book. It was good. One question: If paradise truly is paradise then how can it end?

You did not find the island. The island found you. #Atlantis

@digijordan Religion is not stupid. Its just misunderstood. War is stupid. And the price we all pay for misunderstanding.

Religion is stupid. War is stupid. Combining the two is super stupid.