Korean Kissing Scene Collection Einstein says "Where the world stops to be the scene of our own trusts and wishes, where we confront it as free creatures appreciating, asking, and seeing, there we enter the domain of Art and Science."
Watch, watch! Ed Tucker, the main man to show Silva Mind Control without taking their course, had let me know that was all I expected to do a quarter century. His recommendation, and the contemplations of incredible individuals like Heisenberg, Bacon and the Magi had fortified on my free and addressing approach that had presented to me far. Lydia and Bucky Fuller had made it clear to me that with 'inventive acknowledgment' anything was conceivable! It was an "exciting" time in my life. It appeared the more I lost myself the more I was compensated. However in the meantime I set out to imagine that I could choose what was ideal for me and I truly wasn't completely dedicated to a reason. The book I had quite recently finished appeared to be a starting instead of an end yet I didn't know where that starting was going. Everything considered I was still excessively self-required with my requirement for an appropriate mate and the book was only a 'dumping exertion'; not in the slightest degree something that could be relied upon to set the phase in whatever little route for the 'New Age of Man-kind'. I knew I had a few experiences that would be useful from history and I knew something important had happened and was in procedure profoundly.
It felt terrible great to know they had remunerated me with this learning. My painting/order had brought Barbi and every one of these things into my existence with a close 'free for all'. Here I was 'head over heels' with a young lady who was showing me about sympathy and exhibiting her eagerness and capacity to develop, as much as I could have sought after. I was 'in order' and sitting tight for the following 'occasion'. Barbi and I set out toward Cancun, where I could take a side excursion and see my first Pyramid, at Chichen Itza. I anticipated that something important would happen! Furthermore, I could recall the re-incarnated Mayor of Old Sacramento who I had met somewhere in the range of a quarter century. He said he had found numerous Mayan destinations in his past life.
The outing was paid ahead of time, including lodging, however when we touched base at the Mayaland Hotel they had no record of our reservation. Barbi was vexed which can without much of a stretch happen on the off chance that you expect proficiency in México. I then again, started to feel my body hair 'stand and quiver'. Destiny was blessing me yet Barbi wasn't. My clarifications about what was "planned" just added to her disappointment. She told that I ought to, "Get the proprietor! What's more, rectify this."
It was no issue with the exception of that they had no rooms at The Mayaland that night. The proprietor was very lovely and said she'd orchestrate a spot for us at the 'Club Med' property up the street. When I told Barbi who had been viewing the gear, she needed to make certain we could return for the excitement at the Mayaland and inquired as to whether I had learned how this had happened? I answered that it wasn't anybody's flaw and that she would soon see we were the better off for it. I didn't require any instinct to feel her mounting repugnance with my egotistical conviction that it was going to happen. There had been different occasions of synchronicity and peculiarity in our time together for the past thirteen months and I had advised her that her vitality had been imperative these things that had happened. I was 'in the stream' and she couldn't identify with my delight. We took our stuff and went the couple of hundred yards up the street to the 'Estates Archaeologique'. It was the spot that the general population who had uncovered the site a hundred years or so prior, had stayed in.
After strolling into the patio, I was considerably more certain something "unique" was going on! The spot resembled a historical center in a wilderness gazebo and even noticed the way it ought to. I was taking a gander at all the ancient rarities and cut rocks in their presentations or among the plants. Barbi saw a reptile and called me to take a gander at it among the interwoven or white spotted vines. The prior statues were substantially more refined and Greek looking. Why had nobody said this in any of the writing? I was completely 'stirred'! The later Mayan statues had this gargoylish since quite a while ago tongued animal that Barbi had let me know amid the week in Cancun that helped her to remember me. I was so certain anybody could without much of a stretch see the corruption of a general public over numerous centuries. Barbi said it could have been her Greek predecessors who had come to Central America. The dates on the statues would make that fit my "explorer" hypothesis also and she needed to concur it beyond any doubt would make the Columbus fiction she had learned in school appear to be 'cooked'.
I was sure that anybody could see the work of Churchward and MacDari may be vindicated by this craftsmanship alone. Churchward asserted Mu had a higher society and innovation and Barbi needed to concur the more established aestheticness was inside and out predominant. "I wish MacDari and Churchward had met here to think about their notes." I enthused. "Pretty much as the Kelts (Toltecs) and Lemurians did."
"Well on the off chance that they met here they presumably met in the Indus and turned into the Phoenicians as you say, as well. Be that as it may, we have to get to the sanctuary or pyramid, Bob!"
I was attempting to "feel" the nearness of 'The Red-Headed League' (of Megalith Builders) that my initial life scholarly companion Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes had turned me on to. The exploratory branch of their bound together association or unique League of Nations called the Tuatha de Danaan appeared to be more probable the creators of these fine gems. I overlook to what extent it was before Barbi took me by the hand and took me back to the reason we were there in any case. She demanded we drop our gear in the room and get to the highest point of the Temple of the Moon or Kukulcan 'poste-scramble'. She was into that just about as much as I was cutting on the Etruscan/Phoenician or Mu/Kelt association with this a player on the planet. It had overwhelmed me yet I felt there was more, and off to the room we went. It was cooler in the little room, and as we spruced up I bothered Barbi for a festival.
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