Phoenix Landed: A NASA Satellite on Mars

Report: #0106

As you know, Phoenix—a NASA satellite—landed on Mars, and like many people, I'm interested in this topic.

 

In the analysis of the first photos, I first found something that is possibly the Phoenix parachute.

Only two days later, NASA acts and publishes a report with two photos, clarifying the matter—as I had asked them to do. But those are big words from me, because they will never pay attention to me if they don't want to comment.  Now, it suits them to show Phoenix hanging from its parachute, flying toward the Mars surface.

Now, it suits them to show Phoenix at its landing site. Good. The more images we receive, the better.

The interesting thing is that the camera is on the Mars Orbiter satellite, at a distance of 760 km.

The parachute is 10 meters in diameter. I don't know the size of Phoenix at this moment, but with its circular solar cells and all the electronic equipment placed on top of the Phoenix Mars Lander, it acts like a large mirror and reflects large and bright beams of sunlight and sky above it.

Thus, it's easy to locate it among the rocks with a color much brighter than the dark ground.  

As I already showed in the first report—and published, I believe, as a world premiere—something strange, something artificial in the vicinity of the landing site. It's like a transmission tower placed on the ground of Mars, as if CNN or BBC were already waiting for its arrival.

It's not the first time BBC arrives first to unique event places (WTC-7).  Now, it places its three legs on the Mars ground. Technologically, an immense achievement. But it's hard to believe it really worked. If one of those legs had touched a half-meter-high rock, it would have tipped over. It found no obstacle in its Russian roulette landing. How many places full of rocks, full of ice, full of craters and geological faults.

What technology does NASA have that they don't tell us about? If they can take such precise images to locate a place without obstacles, why don't they show us photos with that resolution too? And how can they make an unmanned satellite descend to a predetermined spot of a few square meters on a planet that rotates and moves?

What Martian GPS technology are they using?

Are there already more satellites in orbit that we don't know about? And if they don't have a GPS, how can they risk exposing so much money to such high risk?  Many questions that are also—or more important—than the question of whether there is life on Mars.

NASA sends its first images in black and white. In the year 2008! Every cell phone has better resolution.  Now came an image of a spot of ice down below, next to Phoenix. It's impossible to determine at a glance what it's about. The image has no color. When enlarged to 200 percent—that is, a simple doubling enlargement—sharpness is already lost.

What camera does the Phoenix robotic arm work with? With 2 megapixels, it should come out much better. I assume they are interested in the sharpness of the images and would equip it with the latest technology. 

I repeat: The Orbiter takes photos of an object in motion (in vertical descent) from a distance of 760 kilometers, and the arm placed on Phoenix, at a height of half a meter—that is, from under the landed Phoenix—does not send images with extremely high resolution.

Something doesn't match! Everything seems staged, selected, and censored. One image seems to have no anomaly and is better. In another place, there are more curious things, and unfortunately, at a distance of ten or twenty meters, you can no longer enlarge the image.

They take the time to manually glance or with programs for a pre-selection that doesn't give information to the public.

Why does the public, the people of the United States, allow this deception?

Is it a military matter? But the army is also for and by the people, not against them.

Or are we in different places?

There, the army with its power, and here the common man?

Are we already fighting different battles, different wars in places unreachable by the common man? Are there battles in space or for space?  Phoenix already has its wings deployed with the solar cells.

Here, a transmission tower is seen. NASA says, after two days of silence, that it's a parachute.

Image from the Orbiter with embedded enlarged images.

For comparison, I embedded an image of Phoenix of the same white object standing at a distance of one or two kilometers. Normally, a parachute stays like fabric on the ground and not upright meters in the air.   

 

Josef Bauer

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What Progress! Part 2/4

Reflection: #018

Another 20 years have passed.

God keeps me alive for some reason.

Maybe to enjoy the paradise in which we already live.  In the sixties, it was twenty years to the "future," thirty years to total utopia. One could feel that we were heading toward a totally fantastic madness. Fifty years have passed. A significant period. But have we made any progress in that time? I say no. We went backward.  I don't have any numbers at hand, but the cars have multiplied many times over, the telephones have increased, and now you can see pictures on them—they're mobile. Today, there are three billion three hundred million mobile phones!  The sweat of a horse after a fast gallop has a strong smell, but it is still a natural one. The petrol vapor you inhale when filling up, and the exhaust fumes from poorly combusting diesel engines, on the other hand, are toxic.  Cars still carry a stove and burn fuel. They have air-filled tires that wear out quickly. Small damage to tires can lead to severe accidents.

The brake pads still fill the air with asbestos (cancer!) instead of recovering kinetic energy during braking. Vehicles have a heavy gearbox instead of using an electric motor to control the speed on the wheels. A cable can transmit electricity to the engines flanged to the wheels, and a computer can regulate the necessary voltage—instead of transferring the speed with an iron Cardan shaft and gears in a gearbox filled with dirty oil!  

What progress!  

Continue …  

Josef Bauer

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The Anunnaki with Watches P-7

 
   

Report: #0104

So far, I have identified six different types of watches.

Each Anunnaki character had their own model. 

 

Until now, I could only identify two gods with the same watch model. They were surely from the same work team, the same origin, or the same ship—or perhaps Yahweh of the Lord.  

 

In a separate work, I will draw the different watches—or if any reader can do it for me, you would be welcome. We would gladly present it with the corresponding authorship. I am, or will be, grateful for any information or material. This blog is not commercial. It is my personal satisfaction to present, in the most aesthetic way possible, some curiosities.  And the watches are curiosities. There's no doubt about that. 

 

In a separate work, I will draw the different watches—or if any reader can do it for me, you would be welcome. We would gladly present it with the corresponding authorship. I am, or will be, grateful for any information or material. This blog is not commercial. It is my personal satisfaction to present, in the most aesthetic way possible, some curiosities.  And the watches are curiosities. There's no doubt about that.

The more I delve into the topic of these "gods" from the Sumerians, the more convinced I am that these beings were extraterrestrials—but they were not gods either. 

It's easy to present yourself to an indigenous person in the Amazon with a flashlight that lights up the night without making fire and to land in the jungle with a helicopter and declare yourself a god. And that was five thousand years ago, with more technology than we have now.

Who wouldn't believe in these gods? But religion is not the topic now; it's whether there were, or were not, once on this Earth, visits from beings from other planets.

Affirmatively, there were! 

Josef Bauer

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The Anunnaki with Watches P-6

 

Report: #0103

The gods sowed many new ideas among the Sumerian population, the Sumerians. Surely also among the Egyptians. But let's stay in ancient Iraq. There was the beginning of humanity conscious of itself and its connection to the universe.

Slavery was normal.

Working for the pharaoh in Egypt, or for the king, or even better, working for a god who is so generous and comes from heaven and lives among the common people—it was all the same. 

It didn't matter that this god rushed the people in their work.

They didn't ask why a god needed so much gold, silver, and other metals that had to be dug and searched for, and delivered on established deadlines. If the quantity was not met, it was logical and natural for the people that the god—that is, the Anunnaki—would get angry. Time was gold. It still is today.

 

Time is the most valuable thing in life. The Anunnaki knew it. Time never suffices to do everything. Whoever finished their work faster could reach the goal of production or construction more quickly—whether on Earth or in heaven.

 

The temple on Earth for the people and the space station for the gods. Everything requires material. It has to be obtained. In that, the Anunnaki were masters. They were primarily seekers of valuable materials. Surely, robots were used for heavy work, but nothing better than a human being with their skills. 

 

By giving some advice, showing some technological artifacts, and threatening the people with hell if they did not obey, they already had the best workforce at their disposal. Religion is born from technology. I've said it and repeat it. The magician always has faithful spectators.

Josef Bauer

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50 Years of Progress! Part-1 / 4

  Reflection: #017 

For more than thirty years, I have been reading extensively about new discoveries in astronomy. I also enjoy observing the starry sky.  In the years between 1965 and 1985, astronomical information was very scarce.

More or less, we knew the diameters of the planets, the duration of their orbits around the Sun, and some moons orbiting their respective planets.

The Moon of our home planet was best known, probably because of its proximity. It was always mentioned, for example, as the cause of a woman's menstrual cycle—the Moon has the same 28-day calendar as a woman in her monthly cycles—and it causes the movement of seawater, the tides. Good.  The two moons of Mars are well known (Jules Verne already described their exact dimensions and counterclockwise orbit).  Reaching the Moon was a dream that came true in the sixties. The Moon was without an atmosphere, as was Mars. That was the scientific opinion.

Not to mention water on Mars or ice on the Moon. You only read about it in science fiction. The German series Perry Rhodan already described very prophetically and precisely the environment in the near cosmos, like the existence of inhabited planets with all conceivable forms of life.

But a serious man does not read fiction, let alone believe or talk about it.  Anyone who read it knew that they spoke of telephones that also allowed image transmission. While you were talking, you could always see your conversation partner on a small screen.

In the 1970s, not even a computer with much memory and many other details—which came forty years later—was known.

The Church and the staff of established scientists laughed at such fantasies. Well. Time won against them.

What one was not allowed to believe then is now a matter of everyday life for everyone.  So, with all the renewed technology, our lives will change in less than forty years. That's what futurists and dreamers like me thought when I was young—and maybe I still am today. Only now, I no longer dream of radical technological change, but of humanitarian reform.  For me, in 1965, the year 1980—which was still in the future—was magical. From then on, everything that was utopian in the days of the sixties would become reality, and in the nineties, one would live in a magical world.

At the age of 9 or 10, I prayed to God that I might experience this moment.

He fulfilled my wish and allowed me to experience the magic date.  The date of the magical year 1980 came, and neither the press nor anyone else spoke of a historical event. And so it was in 1990.

I was already living in the future of my old dreams, and it was nothing special.

Cars smoked, made noise, crashed together; people died of hunger and simple diseases. They ate and drank contaminated food and water.  The clocks were still analog. Although I already had an automatic Swiss watch—i.e., by moving my arm, it always kept running—there was still nothing of another world. People also used electric calculators, and those who could afford it bought a scientific calculator.

Color television became implemented and installed in many apartments.

The interest in the Moon had vanished.

Nothing was reported about it anymore. Not a single satellite went in its direction.  Landline telephones came equipped with modern buttons instead of the rotary dial with numbers.

What progress!  Airplanes no longer used propellers so often, but turbos with hellish thrust—thousands of horsepower in these engines with impressive kerosene consumption. One hundred and fifty thousand liters of kerosene is stored in the wings of a jumbo to carry the weight of two hundred people!

What progress! 

Continue … 

Josef Bauer

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A Gila Monster on Earth and Another on Mars

 

Report: #0101

On Earth

If you get to see a Gila monster like this, it's best to stay away from it!  

 

Courtesy of Corel Photography
http://www.windows.ucar.edu/tour/link=/earth/images/gila_big_jpg_image.sp.html

The source of this material is Windows to the Universe, at http://www.windows.ucar.edu/ from the University Corporation for Atmospheric Research (UCAR). © The Regents of the University of Michigan. All rights reserved. Site policies and Waiver of Claims.  I relied on the courtesy of the University that they condoned or approved the use of this photo of a Gila monster for comparison with an object found on Mars with a similar appearance. If I'm at fault with the use of this photo, let me know. 

Josef Bauer  

 

"Tell me everything. Do I really have brothers on the planet you call Earth?

... Tell me the truth: Are all the extra-Martians with six wheels, or are there some as cute as me that do not have wheels or legs?

 

Tell me everything...

 

Are they brothers?"

Josef Bauer

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