Tell Me Where You Live, and I'll Tell You Who You Are

Report: #0203  

If you live in a cave and protect yourself from the cold with animal skins, it's possible you're an ancestor of the human being. They could be Neanderthals escaping the cold of the north. If you live on the tenth floor of a building, then you're a person from a civilized society, technologically advanced and highly intelligent.  Animals are indexed or classified according to the environment in which they live. Birds are the inhabitants of the airspace.

Animals with legs but without wings in general are inhabitants of the mainland, with the possibility of hiding in the heights of trees or under the ground, in caves dug by themselves.

Finally, we have the inhabitants of the waters: fish and non-fish, mammals with the ability to swim and dive but with the need to breathe air.  Plants, immobile, are not considered animals because they cannot move from one place to another. That's where I wonder: Who made this rudimentary and ancient classification? Darwin? Humboldt?

So simply, the elements were classified: stone, plant, animals, and above all, man.

There is no room for intermediaries. A plant cannot think because it is still.

A dog can run, so it can think, but not reason—and even less give testimony to the glory of God and His creation, though it is precisely part of that creation.  Man, fortunately, can walk, can think, and can thank the almighty God all day. Therefore, he will unite with his creator as soon as he bids farewell to a life full of sorrows.

Plants, created by the same God, have nothing that the powerful One wants to see in His residence in heaven.

After the fall of a tree—possibly after a life longer than that of a man, with fewer accumulated sins and an existence lived in meditation and silence (at least for the deaf ears of man)—it has no place in heaven. 

The dog, the tiger, and the crocodile, among others, do not go to heaven because they bit fresh and foreign flesh many times without asking—and even less without paying. That's why they are classified as unreasoning animals; there is nothing to forgive them for, but we also do not recognize a place for them in divine eternity.

Nor in this life do they receive any recognition—for example, for being faithful to their master in the case of dogs.  The fish can move, but it cannot speak, so it is worth nothing. It must be killed and eaten in quantity.

Only some parts of exotic animals serve to slightly increase our sexual appetite: shark fins, elephant tusks, wild animal skins for shoes, and some other things not worth listing. To get a fin or a pair of tusks, logically, the individual must be killed. It doesn't matter; it's just an animal.  This is our point of view.

Viewed from the height between heaven and this Earth below, we—with our ego almost touching heaven but in no way touching the Earth anymore, this dirty element. 

I don't want to continue with examples of our ignorance. Whoever understands what I mean will already understand it. And whoever doesn't, I am no one to teach anyone. I am not a scientist, as I have told you many times.  Now, something strange is happening in the last twenty years.

We are exploring our surroundings a bit more. This includes space, moons, planets, and even distant galaxies. Every image and every piece of information from the various sensors of our satellites brings us data that we must analyze and filter. 

"Filter" is the word normally used to separate dirt from a clean product. It is also understood as the separation of two products, whether different elements like water and other materials, or solid materials.

Information can also be filtered. Secret information can be intercepted, or one word allowed to pass and another not.

Information from conversations between unimportant people—like talking about the weather—is let through; it can circulate everywhere. But if a keyword is used, like terrorism, weapons, drugs, or the names of the most important presidents, the filtration begins.

Keywords are redirected to a server for personal analysis.  Information, of any kind, today—and possibly in all times—is filtered, that is, first analyzed with a filter to determine if it is allowed or not. With automation, it is increasingly easy for those in power—whoever they may be—to filter and manipulate information.

The filter can also be used to let prefabricated information pass through, with manipulated values—though not necessarily false. As in the case of propaganda, which often promises something that the final product does not deliver. 

Observe in your email program: When you talk with a friend about the latest cell phones, for example. In the same email, an advertisement for some phone appears, as if by magic. "What a coincidence!" you'll think. This is the result of a filter. 

Now, finally, we arrive at my report of today.

In my walks on Mars, I encountered once again an individual or a small family group of some form of life.

No one recognizes it yet as a form of life, so it has no race name, much less an individual name. I return to the beginning of my report, where I asked: "Tell me where you live, and I'll tell you who you are."  

First classification: This individual lives on Mars.

Then, it is an extraterrestrial. Correct. This individual is an extraterrestrial that lives on Mars, our sister planet.  

Second classification: Let's make it more rudimentary than here on Earth. This being does not fly, so it has nothing to do with a bird. Correct. It does not walk, so it is not an animal. The image is a snapshot; we cannot rule out that it can move, though in this case, it doesn't seem very likely.

It is not swimming—what a question, if there is no water on Mars—so it is not a fish. Correct in that it is not swimming, but it is not correct that there is no water on Mars. To classify this individual or this race, what remains is the category of what we would classify on Earth as flora—that is, plants in their countless forms.  Correct; that's how I would classify it, without determining if they have intelligence or not, as a plant or a mixture between fungi and moss, though a high degree of organization in groups and adaptation to the environment is observed.  But I still see more in these beings.

They must have sensors to find the places of their preference to live and the ability to reach those places. It is seen that they have the possibility to grow, to occupy large spaces, in dimensions unknown on Earth. A thousand or thousands of meters long is common, and they also occupy entire square kilometers—them or their relatives.  I responsibly confirm once again that in these individuals, an organized structure is observed, seeking places of their preference, if possible in groups or family groups.

They are always found in places with a high probability of water in their surroundings or below them, whether in liquid or frozen form.  It gladdens me to be able to say with certainty that it is a form of life. A form of life that reacts to the presence of moisture, possibly to electrical or magnetic energies, or to their combination. Electromagnetic fields could be a form of nourishment, like the sun for plants on Earth. Together with the slow absorption of water and—who knows—Martian soil substances, we have a form of life new to us, but just one more in this universe.  Man still has so much trouble believing that there is life a hundred meters above our heads. There the sky begins, and it is reserved for us.

Only when we overcome this selfishness will we have a place in the sky—but not in the biblical heaven, but in the heavens of the universe. The biblical heaven, if it exists, is no less great, and entry to it depends on each one.  Entry to the heavens of the universe depends on us together. Only a united civilization can open the door to these universes and integrate with other beings.

They will never allow us to enter with bombs hidden in our pockets, as we demonstrated recently with that disastrous explosion we made on the Moon.  

Josef Bauer

Source: NASA http://hirise.lpl.arizona.edu/PSP_006873_1800_

http://hirise.lpl.arizona.edu/PSP_006873_1800

http://hirise-pds.lpl.arizona.edu/PDS/EXTRAS/RDR/PSP/ORB_006800_006899/PSP_006873_1800/ PSP_006873_1800_RED.NOMAP.browse.jpg

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No Wall or Limit Between Life and God

Reflection: #028

Instead of responding with a few words, I let my heart flow freely and wrote this reflection in response to a reader's comment.

I warmly greet my reader friend. Many thanks for your compliment. I feel that your words come from your heart, so I am happy. Fortunately, I have no fanatical tendencies, neither in politics nor in religion. I have always wanted to look at things from a more distant and calm perspective. In that way, problems diminish, or political arguments lose some of their value. Many discussions—or, in even worse cases, many wars—can be seen as unnecessary and even ridiculous from a distance. For example, forcing border changes through war, or enclosing one's own areas with concrete walls, are expressions of barbarism. Countries should learn to live together and in peace. The Earth is round and limitless.  Why must man impose limits, directions, walls on this small world that is our Earth?  In my last report—here is the link: http://ovnidigiart.blogspot.com/2009/05/spaceshuttle-and-hubble-telescope-parte.html

I show a picture; an image of Earth viewed from the space shuttle. There, you can see the blue strip that is our atmosphere. Once again, we see that we live in a very fragile and small world.

Another reflection: the dream of the earth

http://marsandufosmysteries.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream-of-earth.html

I suggest you read them. I also point out to the reader that it is such a low position, attitude, or stance (I could add several words) of the various religious, political, economic, and military forces.  All of them try to dominate and control us for their own benefit. Never for our own good. A war, or leading millions of people into a war, can never be something good. Not even the so-called holy war of the different religions.

Observing all the difficulties people have in living together harmoniously causes me great sadness and pain. No reason justifies the use of weapons.  In my observations, I always see myself from a great distance. For example, on Mars. Even with the Hubble images, I let myself be carried to other galaxies. Could it be that there, in another solar system, they give the same value to one of our political or religious directions?

Could it be that we would find followers of our religious and political ideas there?

If these imaginary civilizations were as clumsy as we are, they would fight for their gods and politicians like us. However, when they are more advanced, they will include all creation in their beliefs. If there is a God, He exists everywhere. There are no privileged ones, although on Earth, everyone claims to be the Chosen. If God selected a few people on each habitable planet in this universe, we would have millions of privileged ones.

We should believe in a God for all or none. 

Believing in nothing also seems difficult when considering the tremendous power that nature reveals. There is no corner of our Earth without life. Nor is there a single place without life in the entire universe.

Defining life does not mean counting the legs of an animal.

Life is much deeper in matter. To be precise, also outside of matter.

Matter is controlled by this force. It has many names, starting with the names of all the gods that have been and are worshiped on this Earth.

But these named Gods are not so much the ones guiding the world, but that Power, that vital force, which is in everything. This impulse to grow—the growth itself—of plants, animals, human beings, and also of the universe and planets fills all matter in the cosmos.  Everything is united to this life force, to this vigor, to this power—or, if you will, to this God. Everything is designed to grow in an organized way.  One more thought: Life, this organization—or this power to organize everything—is not created for profit, as the creators of wars, politics, or religions pretend.

This vital force, which I somewhat refuse to call "God," is completely impartial.

This force seeks harmony among all. This force seeks balance among all.

Not for the benefit of any species, race, or planet. It seeks harmony and balance among everything. Everything else is a human invention for benefit and power.  I have dared to express many personal thoughts, but always seeking the truth, without wanting to offend, change, or convince anyone.

You must know that if you believe in a God, you must share Him with everything. Because we are not alone. Nor do you have to fight for Him. He is not a thing. He is everything.

In conclusion, I would like to recall a philosophical poem, though a bit difficult to understand. With this, I wanted to express that we are all one: God, life, matter, time, the plant, energy...

http://ovnidigiart.blogspot.com/2008/05/los-neutrones-y-las-flores.html 

I don't know, my friend, if I could answer what you wanted to know, but perhaps the words will serve to reflect a little on the complexity of life as a whole.

There is no wall or border between life and God. 

Josef Bauer

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The Ship of Dreams in the Crater

Reflection: #055

Another beautiful specimen of a species with a strange form of life on Mars. 

You can say they are dunes, snows, ices of different elements (NASA prefers to speak of carbon dioxide, as if that excluded life and were the only element that freezes on Mars), accumulations of sand, or geological forms. You can qualify my descriptions as illusions, fantasies, or fables—and other terms besides.

I observe these individuals attentively, change their colors—from inverted to black and all shades in between—and, of course, enlarge the images as far as the resolution allows. I do this because, with different colors, the shadows, transparency, dimension, and perspective change, and each aspect reflects something different.

Many times, in inverted color—like the negatives of a roll of film from a photographic camera—the true three-dimensional body of a rock or place becomes clearly visible.  I have the impression—without being able to show evidence—that some images already come inverted from NASA. The black sky in images of the Moon, or perhaps also of Mars, may be altered. The original would then be a transparent white or bluish sky, as we are accustomed to seeing here on Earth. But the black color possibly hides the atmosphere, the stars, or something flying around there.

Many times, I change the black color, and instantly, it looks more normal or more familiar. It loses that mystical tone that black has.  I chose this color, though it could be another—like a gray with blue, which is also very good for giving shape and life to certain structures.  I tell you that you cannot change the appearance of something if it is not, truly, something different, out of the ordinary. Only a structure that does not belong to the environment—be it geological or biological—stands out with variations in color. And who assures us with certainty what filter is used in taking the images?

There are descriptions of the filters, but certainty?

Is there any?

Are there professional experts who have sworn on their honor, by God, by their country, or by humanity that their testimonies are true?

Simply no. They will tell me that I am arrogant.

To ask a scientist for something like an oath? But why not?  Our religion, our faith, our life, our culture, the wars, and much more depend on the analysis of all the information coming from space.

It is no small thing if they send me to fight in a supposed holy war for a cause, to believe in a god who exists only for us, to deliver my soul to a god who did not create beings on another planet—and suddenly, they do exist. Any product on Earth is tested and approved after many controls and multiple analyses for its use—whether food, clothing, building materials, technology, or medicines—so as not to cause harm to anyone.  From NASA come images via the internet, accompanied by a description. Who writes them?

An employee of what category? Of what religion, what training, what political tendency? That's why I tell you, dear readers: My descriptions may be wrong, but I describe what I see.

Without seeking detours for secrets that affect the homeland or the world.

Without thinking of one or several theologies or politics of the day. If something seems like a tree to me, I describe it as such. With more data related to the image, we can improve and correct the description. Until NASA gives us each image with the resolution they have at their disposal, we will describe everything we see, just as it seems to us. Period. What is more sincere? Delivering an image with low resolution, with shadows and parts darkened by computer, or a spontaneous description?  

My description is that this individual is well protected in this crater, lives its life there, and perhaps does not believe that there is intelligent life on this blue planet, its neighbor.  "What do you say?" it said to me when I appeared in one of its long dreams and told it about us.

"The blue planet, Earth, with extraterrestrial life? Not even in dreams, friend!" 

It took a breath and kicked me out of its dreams. Before returning to reality, my last impression was that it laughed. 

Josef Bauer

Source: S1000780

Fuente: Nasa/ Mars Global Surveyor - Mars Orbiter Camera S1000780

http://www.msss.com/moc_gallery/s05_s10/full_gif_non_map/S10/S1000780.gif

                                         Wallpaper: The Dream Ship 1024 x 768

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Palenque sarcophagus levers technologies evidence

Report: #0200

Palenque is a Maya city, located in a place in the jungle of southern Mexico. Today, this Mexican state is called "Chiapas."

The Maya were a strong and dominant people in this area, still in their glory when the Spaniards and Catholic Church missionaries came during the conquest of this people, of this entire continent.

But that is not the topic of my report today. Much has been written about the Maya, and even more is yet to come.

The magical date of the year 2012 is approaching. But let's talk about that another time.  We have known about the Maya pyramids for a long time.

But a city called Palenque became known worldwide. 

Source: National Geographic  Palenque and the lid of its sarcophagus.  

My friend, Don Erich von Däniken—besides having all, but all, of his books in my library, some personally signed with his signature and wishes—made echoes of this carved lid with figures, found beneath the "Temple of the Inscriptions."

Since the publication of his books, each person interprets the image engraved or carved in stone on this sarcophagus lid—supposedly of the king or god Pacal—in different ways. This seated figure is a mystery still unsolved. But more due to the ignorance of established science than to the interest of the people. 

Throughout human history, we have been trained to believe what we are told. Even more so if it is written in a holy book; there, above all, we must believe it. The written word does not lie.

If there is no evolution in man, as believers in pure creation without evolution say, here is the evidence that yes, the truth in the scriptures evolved. From interpretation to interpretation, a letter, a word, a story, and truth in general evolve. Nothing has changed as drastically as a written story, copied and interpreted again and again. Worse still are the translations. These depend on someone understanding at least two languages and comprehending something of the written meaning.

Well, let's return to this figure. I also try to interpret something carved a long time ago. But I will give an idea, nothing more, without missionizing anyone. 

I had to work, in my job as an agronomist, with many heavy machineries. Any tool and any spare part sounds familiar to me—like levers, bearings, washers, rivets, screws, nuts, and force transmissions in various forms: direct with cardan shafts, with chains, or hydraulic.

This is used for the movement of cranes, shovels, excavators, for steering, and for braking. In every tractor, there are small levers for the hydraulic part, for constant acceleration, or for fine adjustment of revolutions on some pulley.

I am not talking about joysticks like those in modern airplanes or cars for shifting. A small touch, and the change happens automatically, or the speed remains stable. Why do I talk so much about technology when we just talked about Pacal and the lid of his sarcophagus?  

Because the drawing has nothing crude of an indigenous person lost in the jungle.

Because the astronomical knowledge the Maya had has nothing crude of an indigenous person lost in the jungle.

Because carrying large, heavy stones from a place below, crossing rivers, and raising them to a mountain to place them firmly in a work that lasts thousands of years has nothing crude of an indigenous person lost in the jungle.

Because the knowledge to create phenomenal three-dimensional works of art, without recognized tools, is the work of an advanced people.

I dare to say: more advanced than us.  If we believe literally everything we are told, they would have been crude warriors. Nothing to do with fine hands and a brilliant mind.

Looking at the drawing, I see the opposite.

The face of this gentleman is fine, logically with the characteristics of this race. The nose, the shape of the head, and the eyes are unique to the Maya race.

But here, we are not qualifying one race or another, though what has been seen and said so far is more a praise. I continue with my description of this figure, and little by little, we will see more.  Look at his eyes. This individual is so concentrated on his work—whether flying a flying object or whatever, or manipulating an earthly machine for transport or movement of something.

All his senses are so alert, observing everything at once. He is an operator of some machine or land or air vehicle.

A man needs a lot of experience to automatically manipulate a sensor or instrument with one hand—be it an accelerator, a brake, a crane, or a joystick—and with the other hand perform another movement.

Even the feet have a lever to press from time to time.

Look how gently, and only with the tips of the fingers of his right hand, he touches the tip of a tube, which surely has a little wheel or something to turn carefully for an exact adjustment.

Nothing to do with heavy work and the crude grip of a heavy tool. It is about the use of the hand in a very sensitive movement. Together with his fixed gaze, observing surely how the vehicle reacts to the adjustment, it is clear that he is handling some kind of technological equipment. 

The man in the drawing, in turn, was observed by an extraordinarily skilled artist, who in turn made a snapshot in stone, like with a photographic apparatus.

There is no room to interpret something else or diminish its importance. If anything does not lie, it is the stone and the artist who wrote or carved what was seen.

Here we have the Lever carved in the Palenque sarcophagus lid.

This is a simple doser of something that must be regulated. It could be energy for the machine or a part of it.

It could also be a doser with pre-set measurement marks of a fluid or liquid, with a valve on the left side.  

We return to the operator. His eyes do not stop staring fixedly at an imagined point in front of him. That could be a monitor or through a window; we don't know.  What else can I observe? I see that it is some mechanics; there is no doubt. But what surprises me most is the artist who made this and, surely, many other works in stone.

As I said at the beginning, writings evolved. Not the letter, but the written meaning, but not in favor of truth. Copies of something written lose value, and truth degenerates to comic-book levels.

Something written, engraved, or a sculpture in stone does not evolve. Ever. Erosion can only erase something, but never replace something new in the place of origin. Reliefs and sculptures are the true writing and the only way to transfer data and facts to a future generation.  Then, we have here evidence of something that was truly seen. The sculptor does not waste time with fantasy drawings. What was observed manifests in a drawing in stone. I am surprised by the details that can be recognized: the nails on the fingers of the hand, on the toes. Everything drawn three-dimensionally. Here, something is wanted to be described. Here, something is wanted to be shown and preserved for generations far in the future.

This goal was achieved. But we, so overloaded with Hollywood cartoons, think that all civilizations wasted time on such comics, and that's why we first think of fantasy drawings instead of seeing something historical and real. It is ridiculous.  I continue a bit with the description of the drawing. Something interesting to observe: I speak of the man in unique clothing, in the style of his era. Elegant and only what is necessary. No protection, just some fashion details.

A personnel or operator of the era, and a technology used for something not entirely clear. Although the gods came from the stars, I don't think this Maya man, in his party or work clothing, represents a pilot of some airplane or advanced ship.

It is not that one cannot learn the handling with teaching, but airplanes, flying objects, are simply more advanced and require more protection for the pilot, more studies and training.

No one flies to the stars in shorts. In the case that a flying object has so many comforts to travel with little protective clothing, it will have greater technology to provide that comfort, and that obliges having pilots of a superior category.

Simply for that reason, I don't believe an airplane or something like that is being handled there.  Rather, it seems to me like a land vehicle, using a technology at the level of our tractors or a little more advanced, but not so much that we cannot understand its functioning. The fact that there is technology is already a sensation, and for many people, unbelievable. But the design does not lie. Not like black ink in newspapers, magazines, or sensationalist dailies.

Not like some news transmission companies via satellite or cable, which show the explosion of a nuclear bomb and talk about a fire. 

For me, it is indisputable evidence that there was a machine that moved, handled sitting on or inside it.

So efficient and so simple that an apprentice from Earth could handle it. The machine disappeared with the gods inside a ship, surely more advanced and piloted by true pilots. The art itself shown reflects a culture superior to what was imagined, and the design itself speaks in a compelling language of some technological object. There is no doubt about that.

The lever I show there is an interesting detail and indicates to me that it is a technology at our level or a little more advanced in some details, like the energy used.

 Maya hieroglyph of motor and energy

Why did they have a hieroglyph that describes an engine, the force, or energy? In another report, I will talk about another detail found in the same drawing: physical laws used and industrially manufactured artifacts. But that, next time.  

Josef Bauer

Wallpaper: Palenque Lever 1,024 x 768 Pixels

The video: la palanca de palenque/ the Lever of Palenque

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