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Georgia Guidestones

A couple of the sides have been vandalized recently with some kind of industrial synthetic coating. Recently in the news local Christian organizations have tried to have the guide stones removed because they believe what is inscribed upon them is 'Satanic'. There was some religious Christian propaganda lying around so I imagine that Jesus, Inc. was responsible.
Georgia Guidestones






It's been awhile since I posted anything. I'll tell ya why in a second. But first, read about these cool-ass granite stones.

 Those pics above are of the Georgia Guide stones located  7.2 miles due north of Elberton, Georgia. They are located just off hwy. 77 and hwy. 333 on private land.  Basically they are made of granite and display guidelines for living after a great deluge or something. They were paid for by an anonymous person named R.C. Christian and were erected on the spring equinox of 1980.  According to the Cherokee Nation of the region, this area was once considered the center of the earth. The coordinates of the stones themselves have astrological significance, especially the number 72. There are several holes drilled through the stones at different places which aligns with the sun and celestial poles. They are inscribed with 12 languages, four of them dead languages. You can do web searches for the stones and find many links that talk about them and have better pictures. This is what they say:

1. Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.
2. Guide reproduction wisely - improving fitness and diversity.
3. Unite humanity with a living new language.
4. Rule passion - faith - tradition - and all things with tempered reason.
5. Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
6. Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.
7. Avoid petty laws and useless officials.
8. Balance personal rights with social duties.
9. Prize truth - beauty - love - seeking harmony with the infinite.
10.Be not a cancer on the earth - Leave room for nature - Leave room for nature.


I never have time to do anything anymore. I have been in Atlanta now for a little over two years. Tori and I both went back to college and we both work full time, usually way more than 40 hours a week. Tori just graduated with her degree in internet technology and has a very awesome job as a Director of Web Development for a very profitable company. I went back to school to finish getting my masters in archaeology. I finally got out of the food business and got  a job working for an environmental science firm. Basically, I travel the states doing geology and archaeology field work for commercial and private real estate companies wishing to install cell towers on their land. It's a pretty cool gig, but mainly it is just a stepping stone for what I really want to do in a few years.

I want a motorcycle.
 I've almost finished my wooden dummy project. If I could just find someone with a wood-turning lathe I would be set.
There is some really beautiful land here.
I am ready for winter.

"LET THESE

  • damn christians dont want anybody else to have stone tablets in their religion
  • this is Rick

    (Anonymous)
    hey dude lost my phone and therefore your number. IF you get this reply with your and tory's number. I'll call when I can ,
    • Jacknife

      On July 7, a long time ago, the world came to an end...for less than one second...Very few noticed the event and those that did understood the consequences of mentioning the memory aloud again. Eons passed and those that remembered the brief destruction of Earth had faded away into the lesser known back alleys of the Akashic Records. One small memory of the cataclysm remained, however, inscribed on a tooth fossilized to near diamond hardness in a language now lost to time.

      From time to time beings are born with near perfect memory, with a near perfect recollection of their past...of every past they ever lived...

      Friends, family, and allies are but short glimpses of dreams from a time long ago. Crowded city streets appear as if viewed from white noise in an old television. Reality was yesterday, last Tuesday, sometime next week, perhaps never...maybe reality is just a dream in a far away place, in a far away time...


      Too many memories oftentimes cloud the mind. Too many memories oftentimes lead to beautiful madness...and with that kind of madness...there is only reality...

      From the tops of old buildings the rain makes everything look like it is dripping apart one drop at a time. Even me, with my funny looking clothes, the rain ruins, but it's pretty. I know it's pretty because once I talked to the rain as a friend and the rain told me, told me, the rain told me it slowly melted the world one drop at a time. I know that is true because I see it happening right now. The rain remembers everything. I don't. I can't really remember why I'm perched like a crow on top of the "Big Pink Haunted House" in downtown Miami with Gods know how many pounds of plastic explosives. The detonation wires are all caught up in my mop-like hair. That's funny. No tomorrow. That's funny. Why am I crying? Not sure if these tears are mine, memory, or the rain. All this water is confusing, but the wires tell me were they need to go. The wires tell me nothing else, though. Where do I need to go? Hurricane Ida, her winds howl and scream like an endless old woman being torn apart in her sleep. Ida says maybe I should go inside for now...

      With the funny bomb slowly waking up I crawl insect-like into the pink haunted house through cracked glass. Three right turns across rotting floors, no sound, a door...one side looks different than the other, at least to me...rubbing the the ageless tooth around my neck, with head down, water dripping off funny clothes, smiling like I do, I cross the threshold...into a different place, halfway in the now and halfway, somewhere else.

      "Hello, King Summer, remember me?"








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