Adept Initiates

In the year 1830 a Native man named Shawanosowe rode inside a UFO. He came back to his village and told everyone the Creator has a Liquid Screen that he uses to watch moving images. The creator showed him the Europeans would take his land.

They believed him because he traveled almost a 1000 miles in a single night. And because the first permeant colony on their Island started in 1836.

This is the Story of Dreamers Rock on Manitoulin Island

Dreamers rock was open for vision quests for eons. But only recently has it become off limits to visitors.

Old Persian and Natives have nearly the same word spirit. Mainitou / Mainyu .

Adept Initiates teams have visited the site and can verify its one of the most magical places. Mountains made of pure Quartz, Large grass plains and pristine beaches and crystal clear blue water. And the most diverse animals in the world.

Dreamers Rock History by Prof Bill Steer
https://www.elliotlaketoday.com/columns/back-roads-bill/back-roads-bill-rocks-vistas-and-spirituality-8662710

If your also investigating the "impact crater" the Anunnaki used to terraform the Earth to create modern humans you will need Earth Impact Crater databases 2015 KMZ. After that the needed info was wiped clean.

So far the data suggests that the tinkering to our planet that created us also triggered the Ice Age.

Did you ever wonder why the arrival of modern humans and the ICE AGE are so intertwined ?

"Geologically speaking, modern humans (Homo sapiens) and the Ice Age did not just happen close together—they are effectively intertwined. Modern humans evolved around 300,000 years ago, which is firmly in the middle of the Pleistocene Ice Age that lasted from about 2.6 million years ago to 11,700 years ago.The Geologic TimelineThe Ice Age (Pleistocene Epoch): This overarching geologic period saw repeated cycles of ice advances and retreats.Emergence of Modern Humans: Fossil evidence from Morocco confirms that Homo sapiens emerged approximately 300,000 years ago.The Last Glacial Maximum (LGM): The most recent, extreme cold peak of the Ice Age lasted from roughly 26,000 to 20,000 years ago, and humans had already established complex, global hunter-gatherer networks long before this peak.

Coexistence - Because our entire species emerged during the Pleistocene, modern humans spent the first roughly 90% of our existence surviving and migrating through changing glacial and interglacial cycles. Even if you narrow the definition of "Ice Age" to just the Last Glacial Period (which ran from roughly 115,000 to 11,700 years ago), Homo sapiens were fully evolved and widespread tens of thousands of years before the ice sheets reached their maximum coverage."

Terraforming
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terraforming

Awaiting Ex*****on, Boethius...
...Received The Consolation of Philosophy.•●

"Boethius was the one man most responsible for bequeathing classical learning to the West, to survive the Dark Ages to come, until the Medieval world should burst forth in its wonderful light. Yet I think that the Consolation may be meant for us now in a special way. The barbarians are back. Humane learning is forgotten or despised. The Church is buffeted, while the gargoyles of the age caper and make mouths and laugh. I imagine that the Gothic keepers of the jail cracked their jokes too.

Anicius Manlius Severinus Boethius kept faith to the end. No one honors or even remembers his accusers; but the Catholics of Lombardy honored and remembered him straightaway: Saint Severinus. His bones rest in the cathedral of Pavia, where the bones of Saint Augustine also lie.

It is better for us to wait with that man in his cell, than to enjoy all of the vast earth among men gone mad, quite mad. God give us the courage to do so!"

Anthony Esolen
Logos Reader • Vol. 1, No. 1 (2026)

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LIBER I
The Sorrows of Boethius

PROSE I

While I was thus silently pondering within myself, and recording my sorrowful complainings with my pen, it seemed to me that there appeared above my head a woman of a countenance exceedingly venerable. Her eyes were bright as fire, and of a more than human keenness; her complexion was lively, her vigor showed no trace of enfeeblement; and yet her years were right full, and she plainly seemed not of our age and time. Her stature was difficult to judge. At one moment it exceeded not the common height, at another her forehead seemed to reach the sky; and whenever she raised her head higher, she began to pierce within the very heavens, and to baffle the eyes of them that looked upon her.

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And when she saw the Muses of Poetry standing by my bedside, dictating the words of my lamentations, she was moved awhile to wrath, and her eyes flashed sternly. "Who," said she, "has allowed those play-acting wantons to approach this sick man—these who, so far from giving medicine to heal his ailment, even feed it with sweet poison? These it is who kill the rich crop of reason with the barren thorns of passion, who accustom men's minds to disease, instead of setting them free. Now, were it some common man whom your allurements were seducing, as is usually your way, I should be less indignant. On such a one I should not have spent my pains for nothing. But this is one nurtured in the Eleatic and Academic philosophies. Begone, you sirens, whose sweetness do not last; leave him for my muses to tend and heal!"

Then, with her eyes bent full on me, "Are you that man," she cries, "who, once fed with the milk and reared upon the nourishment which is mine to give, had grown up to the full vigor of a manly spirit? And yet I had bestowed such armor on you as would have proved an invincible defense, had you not first cast it away. Do you know me? Why are you silent? Is it shame or amazement that has struck you dumb? Would it were shame; but, as I see, a stupor has seized upon you." Then, when she saw me not only answering nothing, but mute and utterly incapable of speech, she gently touched my breast with her hand, and said: "There is no danger; these are the symptoms of lethargy, the usual sickness of deluded minds. For a while, he has forgotten himself; he will easily recover his memory if only he recognizes me. And that he may do so, let me now wipe his eyes that are clouded with a mist of mortal things."

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PROSE IV

"Do you understand?" she asks, "Do my words sink into your mind? Or are you dull as the ass to the sound of the lyre? Why do you weep? Why do tears stream from your eyes?

Speak out, hide it not in your heart.

If you look for the physician's help, you must need to disclose your wound."

Then I, gathering together what strength I could began:

"Is there still need of telling? Is not the cruelty of fortune against me plain enough? Does not the very aspect of this place move you? Is this the library, the room which you had chosen as your constant resort in my home, the place where we so often sat together and held discourse of all things in heaven and earth? Was my garb and mien like this when I explored with you nature's hid secrets, and you did trace for me with your wand the courses of the stars, molding the while my character and the whole conduct of my life after the pattern of the celestial order? Is this the recompense of my obedience? Yet you have enjoined by Plato's mouth the maxim, "that states would be happy, either if philosophers ruled them, or if it should so befall that their rulers would turn philosophers."

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"For this cause I have become involved in bitter and irreconcilable feuds, and, as happens inevitably, if a man holds fast to the independence of conscience, I have had to think nothing of giving offense to the powerful in the cause of justice."

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"Yet even my very accusers saw how honorable was the charge they brought against me, and, in order to overlay it with some shadow of guilt, they falsely asserted that in the pursuit of my ambition I had stained my conscience with sacrilegious acts. And yet your spirit, indwelling in me, had driven from the chamber of my soul all lust of earthly success, and with your eye ever upon me, there could be no place left for sacrilege. For you did daily repeat in my ear and instill into my mind the Pythagorean Maxim, 'Follow after God.' It was not likely, then, that I should covet the assistance of the vilest spirits, when you were molding me to such an excellence as should conform me to the likeness of God."

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PROSE V

When I had poured out my griefs in this long and unbroken strain of lamentation, she, with calm countenance, and in no wise disturbed at my complaining, thus spoke:

"When I saw you sorrowful, in tears, I straightway knew you wretched and an exile. But how far distant that exile I should not know, had not your own speech revealed it. Yet how far indeed from your own country have you, not been banished, but rather have strayed; or, if you will have it banishment, have banished yourself! For no one else could ever lawfully have had this power over you."

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PROSE VI

Then said she: "This world of ours—do you think it is governed haphazardly and fortuitously, or do you believe that there is in it any rational guidance?"

"No," said I, "in no wise may I deem that such fixed motions can be determined by random hazard, but I know that God, the Creator, presides over his work, nor will the day ever come that shall drive me from holding fast the truth of this belief."

"Yes," said she; "you did even but now affirm it in song, lamenting that men alone had no portion in the divine care. As to the rest, you were unshaken in the belief that they were ruled by reason. Yet I marvel exceedingly how, in spite of your firm hold on this opinion, you are fallen into sickness."

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"You have ceased to know your own nature. So, then, I have made full discovery both of the causes of your sickness and the means of restoring your health. It is because forgetfulness of yourself has bewildered your mind that you have bewailed yourself as an exile, as one stripped of the blessings that were his; it is because you do not know the end of existence that you deem abominable and wicked men to be happy and powerful; while, because you have forgotten by what means the earth is governed, you deem that fortune's changes ebb and flow without the restraint of a guiding hand. These are serious enough to cause not sickness only, but even death; but, thanks to the Author of our health, the light of nature has not yet left you utterly. In your true judgement concerning the world's government, in that you believe it subject, not to the random drift of chance, but to divine reason, we have the divine spark from which your recovery may be hoped. Have, then, no fear; from these weak embers the vital heat shall once more be kindled within you. But seeing that it is not yet time for strong remedies, and that the mind is manifestly so constituted that when it casts off true opinions it straightway puts on false, wherefrom arises a cloud of confusion that disturbs its true vision, I will now try and disperse these mists by mild and soothing application, that so the darkness of misleading passion may be scattered, and you may come to discern the splendor of the true light."

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Boethius
"The Consolation of Philosophy" (524 AD)

Excerpts from Book I
Translated by H.R. James
Logos Edition (2026)

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"Umbra Alchemica"
Art by Seneh.xyz

Draw a straight line from Stonehenge to where the Gods instructed Tenochtitlan to be built. And it passes over nearly all the greatest / worst sacrifices in human history. Some call it the Sept 11th Ley Line.

Notice where the Whitehouse South Lawn is on this map ? No wonder security is extra tight tonight.

History of the Sept 11th Ley Line / Saint Michael's Line
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Michael%27s_line