Maya ~ Picasso
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Last Thursday, September 13, I had lunch with a co-worker who a few days prior to that shared a “small world” incident when I learned I used to work with his uncle at a drilling company. We spoke of this uncle at lunch and for some reason an occurrence that took place at the drilling company popped into my head out of nowhere. Lots of other stuff happened at this company, this situation had nothing to do with his uncle, he wasn’t even working there at the time. And this was not a case of when I think of the company I think of this incident first, so it was unusual. It could be the fact I just finished a blog about Purpleaura’s dream of the nuclear device in San Francisco but recent events make me think it made its way into my head for other reasons. The following is the incident as I posted it on Syzygy:
Date: June 26, 2004 at 21:45:06
Subject: Some weird stuff at work
I used to work for a drilling company and there were some, what I thought, bizarre occurrences that may fit in with my bad-men-building-something dream that always has my old boss in it.
These are just some "coincidences" and things out of the ordinary that perked up my ears.
Part 1
I was trying to find rooms for a couple of drillers one time in a small town called Empress. I had never heard of this town and was having a very difficult time finding a place. It took me a good part of the day in between other tasks, but I remember thinking, “I don't want to ever hear another thing about Empress again”. There's a big gas plant there.
I got home and hubby was watching the news, and the very first thing he says to me is, "Have you ever heard of Empress?" Apparently, some questionable types had made a visit to the gas plant claiming to be dignitaries from the Middle East, except now nobody knows who they were. Somebody just let them in and nobody in the oil & gas industry anywhere in the Middle East knows anything about it.
Part 2
Shortly after this Empress incident, I started getting phone calls from people with Middle Eastern accents looking for work. I don't know how things are where anybody else lives, but here all the people from that part of the world are either doctors, engineers or they own their own business. They are not drillers or ditch-diggers or any other type of manual labour. I found this odd. One guy, or maybe it was two different guys, called two days in a row. I think it was the same guy because he asked exactly the same questions. I gave the usual reply, bring in a resume. None of them ever did.
Then a few days after that, I'm watching CNN, and I see on that readout thing that terrorists are using augers for their bombs. Do you have any idea how many augers a drilling company with 42 drill rigs have? Gazillions.
A few days later, I get a call from a guy who has this same accent, and wants to know if we sell augers. I put the call through to the boss and heard him tell the guy that we don't, and then told him where to call to get some.
Then a few days after that there's all this commotion at work and I find out that a bunch of augers have gone missing. These things aren't cheap and this is a very big deal. I have no idea what ever happened with that other than they hired a security company. But we still had trucks and generators and all kinds of stuff go missing even with the security company.
Part 3
A radioactive device has gone missing from a drilling site (not one of ours)
Part 4
I start having this recurring dream of a plane falling out of the sky into a facility of some sort. When I told a couple of people about it they asked if I had ever been to the Dow Chemical plant a bit north of here, in Fort Saskatchewan, Alberta. They said it looked exactly as I described it.
Then a while later I have to arrange for some security documents because we have some guys going to work in Fort Saskatchewan at Dow Chemical. I know none of their plants make flowers and perfume, but this one makes some very nasty stuff I guess. I asked the bossman if he had any site photos of it because I still have not been able to find one (no surprise). He didn't. And the bossman was born and raised in the province of Saskatchewan.
Part 5
Fort McMurray, Alberta is home to Syncrude and Suncor, BIG tar sands oil & gas plants. My brother used to work there and he and his first wife are always in one part of my dream, actually, they were in the very first dream I had when this all began. 2 or 3 terrorists involved in the WTC attacks were allegedly found in Fort McMurray.
Then I find out one of the owners of the drilling company just bought a sulphur extracting company in Fort McMurray. Then all these people on the board start having dreams about yellow, and all I can think is sulphur, so I do a little investigation. Sulphur can create a gas, quite easily, that can render a person, well, dead, in a short period of time. It paralyzes your lungs. I had some pics at work of these sulphur blocks and had to arrange for harnessing equipment for the guys to work on them, that's how big they are. Can't seem to find any pics of those either. Security is very tight at these places.
I told other people, even at work, about this dream and the augers and the terrorists. They look at me funny then laugh. I finally just said to the bossman, look, just don't sell anybody any augers and keep a close eye on what is here.
First I should mention the man in the dreams of men building bad things was not my boss but Tesla, which I figured out later after seeing Tesla’s picture. They kind of resemble each other and I have often wondered if Tesla and he aren’t related in some way. The boss is an ingenious man and very well known for sometimes unusual but effective methods in the field of drilling.
Secondly, the missing radioactive material was referring to this story:
A Radioactive Mouse that Roared
By Julianna Nowaczek
OTTAWA Feb. 14, 2003 — An Alberta mining company has spent more than $1 million searching a remote area for a tiny radioactive device worth about $5,000.
The device hasn't been found, but the Canadian Nuclear Safety Commission doubts it was lost where anyone could find it.
Late in January, Tucker Wireline Services, an oilpatch company, lost a piece used in a drill bit to analyse minerals. Two days after it had been used at a drill site, the company realized it was missing.
At first, Tucker believed the device had disappeared during a 160-kilometre trip from northern Saskatchewan to northern Alberta.
The piece, which contains radioactive cesium-137, is used in petroleum exploration. It's about the shape and size of the copper top of a triple-A battery. If someone were to pick it up, he or she could suffer radiation burns. Prolonged exposure can damage cells and eventually kill.
Licence suspended
Once notified of the loss, the commission immediately suspended Tucker Wireline's licence to use nuclear devices.
Before it could go back to full operations, the company was required to meet certain criteria, says commission spokesman Michel Cleroux. Most importantly, it had to keep looking for the device until told to stop.
Tucker ended up paying roughly 200 times the value of the device trying to track it down. Planes and trucks equipped with radiation detectors searched the route for signs of the cesium.
"It's not the money, but the human safety factor," Cleroux says.
The commission concluded that the sample was not lost along the route. The bit probably fell off in the mine, Cleroux says.
Radioactive material is stored and transported in special lead boxes, and radiation-detection equipment is used to monitor the small amounts of radiation that does escape the box. Emissions indicate that the radioactive piece is in its place. Initial reports to the commission say Tucker didn't check for this radiation signature.
Never left site
For that reason, the commission believes the cesium-137 never left the drill site.
"Drill bits fall off sometimes," says Colin Hunt of the Canadian Nuclear Association. It probably fell far underground, he adds.
When a device is that deep, its radiation can't hurt anyone, Cleroux says.
Tucker declined to comment, but a company news release says the company has stopped looking for the device after an exhaustive search. "It has been determined that (the cesium) cannot be of any harm to the public."
On Jan. 29, the commission restored Tucker Wireline's licence to use nuclear devices. The costly investigation continues.
"We find the loss of this a serious matter and we want to make sure it doesn't happen again," Cleroux says.
http://www.carleton.ca/jmc/cnews/14022003/n2.shtml
Only because I worked for a drilling company did this story catch my eye otherwise it would have gone completely unnoticed. Purpleaura sent me this story September 14, 2007. Anybody tired of Minnesota yet?
Sep 14, 2007 6:47 am US/Central
Health Officials Warn Of Stolen Radioactive Device
(AP) St. Paul State health officials are asking the public to keep an eye out for a stolen device containing radioactive materials.
The device apparently was stolen sometime Wednesday night from a pickup truck in Forest Lake.
Asset Management -- a construction firm -- owns the device. It uses sealed radiation sources to measure the moisture content and density of soil and building materials.
The state Health Department says the device does not pose a health hazard as long as it is not damaged, tampered with, or handled by untrained persons.
Health officials say the device has no resale value. It's stored in a yellow box about 30 inches long, 14 inches wide and 17 inches high. The box is labeled as containing radioactive materials.
http://wcco.com/topstories/local_story_256191434.html
Well this is strange even for me. I just searched the files for Jonathan Knight, another mysterious happening at the drilling company and find him in a file called Minnesota. I wasn’t even going to mention this story as it didn’t seem to have anything to do with the other one but apparently it does.
The reason the file is called Minnesota was because of several people having dreams of Minnesota (myself included, specifically the Mall of America) and I was trying to figure them out. This is when I came across Hennepin being associated with Minnesota which led to Tesla and his theories of free energy by means of geo thermal activity.
"It is a well-known fact that the interior portions of the globe are very hot, the temperature rising, as observations show, with the approach to the center at the rate of approximately 1° C. for every hundred feet of depth."
"All that is necessary to open up unlimited resources of power throughout the world is to find some economic and speedy way of sinking deep shafts."
http://www.tfcbooks.com/tesla/geothermal.htm
This is part of a post on Syzygy from March 12, 2004. A person who goes by Quain posted a story with the following statement, the link no longer works:
He told them the Illuminati were designing a drilling system that was supposed to tap into the heat from underground lava near Mexico City. Said they wanted to tap into the geo thermal activity, then use it as an alternative energy source
http://www.energymedicineassn.com/speakingwind/manuscripts/lumen.htm
This caught my eye because I work for a drilling company. The circumstances around me getting this job are another bizarre story. I don't know why I am working at this place, I just definitely know this is where I am supposed to be at this point in time. This story is already way too long without telling of the coincidences, 6 degrees of separation, small world stories, déjà vu…whatever you want to call it, that go on every day, many times a day, with my work and the people I work with. When I read the excerpt about the Illuminati designing a drilling system that can tap into the geo thermo activity I just about lost it.
My boss is quite well known in the drilling industry it seems. I receive many phone calls and emails from all over the world with inquiries for him, somebody has heard of him from somebody else….
His first name is Garry but people have taken to calling him Garry Potter. I have never witnessed his finesse first hand but apparently he is a magician and has all the knowledge. He's kind of like Bruce Willis' character in Armageddon. Not the tough guy, just a lot of knowledge and experience. And another very secretive man.
A couple of years ago some gentlemen approached him regarding a geo thermal unit. Because of the secrecy I don't know what went on, but there seemed to be a fair bit of complications and friction in every direction with these guys.
More recently however, perhaps the last month or so, we have done a couple of drilling jobs for a somewhat shady character. He goes by the name of Jonathan Knight. I'm not making that one up. First he called to get directions to our office. I asked him where he was and he said downtown. I said where downtown because the directions I was going to give him depended on which end of downtown he was in. He said rather abruptly, JUST DOWNTOWN. I thought geez buddy, settle down, I didn't ask for your bank card number.
We completed the first job, drilling for a geo thermal unit. Mr. Knight did not want any record of the transaction. He came to the office and paid for the job with cash. $8000 in 20's and 50's mostly.
Then we did some more drilling at another address for a geo thermal unit and this time we could send an invoice. Mr. Potter asked me the status of the job and I said I was having a hard time getting the billing address. The company name he had given me was in the phone book, but I tried both numbers listed and one was out of service and the other rang and rang until an automated operator announced that the customer was unavailable. Couldn't leave a message or anything. I tried a couple of more times but got the same thing. Mr. Potter managed to find an address from somebody, so that's where I mailed it to. The next day Mr. Potter came to tell me they had changed their minds, they wanted the invoice sent somewhere else.
It all seems very peculiar to me, especially in light of what I read at the site Quain posted.
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Somebody suggested if my boss was weirding me out that much I should leave my job and spend less time on conspiracy sites. That may have been good advice if they had paid attention and noticed the reason I was at this forum in the first place is because of all the dreams pointing me in the direction of conspiracies. Apparently they weren’t getting the connection.
My boss is not weirding me out. The mysterious Jonathan Knight is weirding me out.
I believe the reason Mr. Knight approached my boss is because of my boss' expertise and genius in the field of drilling, as I derive from the immense amounts of "brain-picking" requests I receive for him.
The circumstances surrounding this whole situation are very secretive and unusual for this type of business, first the name Jonathan Knight alone.
(I then went on with some links about Templars and the fact that the patron saints for freemasonry are John the Baptist and John the Evangelist).
He wants some geothermal units installed, claims he has some new technology. This gets the other partners in the company interested because they see $$$ flying in from all over the place.
These other partners have the fairly big brains as well and have had a few of their own devices patented. We completed a job for these men, Mr. Knight and a buddy, and then there were problems all over the place. I don't know what these problems are, every time I ask about it I can never get a straight answer. True that could be for many reasons, maybe they lost their shirts and are embarrassed, I dunno. It just seems that every time I turn around this subject keeps coming up - the geo thermal thing.
Then I read on this board about the Illuminati and their plans to employ a drilling technique that could assist in tapping into the geothermal aquifers. I'm not super freaked or anything, I just feel like I'm in an episode of Get Smart.
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Since Jonathan Knight came up when I was least expecting it I have to wonder what that’s about. Geo thermal immediately directs me to volcanoes and/or earthquakes, but mostly volcanoes. Interestingly Purpleaura and I were discussing South America recently, specifically Peru, and she gathered together all the emails we had on that subject to send me. One of them was giving her a tremendous amount of grief, she had no trouble copying and pasting or forwarding the myriad of other dreams on Peru and South America but this one about a volcano was being stubborn, every time she tried to send it her computer crashed.
Purpleaura ~ October 6, 2005
I am on a mission and have to travel to a remote place. The scenery changes from travelling in what appears to be a canoe to travelling near a forest, a lot like the Amazon. We hit land where we travel to a canyon that goes into almost like a goldfish bowl full of rocks and vegetation. Coming over the ridge we see a primitive village and mud huts below us. We are here to meet someone to guide us to the remote place.
We meet the male guide who is going to lead us to retrieve something and bring it back with us. The male guide approaches me, he looks like he’s in his 40's with long greying hair that is tied in the back, his skin was leathery from the sun. He is the only one that has returned from the volcano and talked about it. Where we were going was inside the volcano.
The guide asked for the strongest spiritual person who will not be scared, because where we’re going, the slightest amount of fear (the darkness and creatures that live within the volcano) will kill you. You will never be seen again. You will be walking the "dark path". The guide said, “You must stay on the stone path before us. We must as a group of 3. 3 will be strong as a group”.
I agreed to go with him and I am aware of a younger female in her late teens or early 20's coming with us. The villagers are worried that the volcano will blow any moment with us inside.
It jumps and we are walking along a beaten stone path, there is an opening in the volcano. We enter the volcano and are not allowed to bring any torches with us. As we enter I notice how dark this place is, black as black. Then I noticed a tiny light that lit what appeared to be a stone stairway carved out of the volcano.
It jumps again and we are travelling up the stairs, it’s still dark, and I am aware of movement, dark figures outside the path moving around. It was ok, as long as we didn’t stray we were safe. As we are travelling up we could see the outline of buildings that looked Greek and Roman style, stone buildings with columns. Magnificent! We entered rooms where the path ran from the stairs.
Suddenly we hear growling then utter disbelief from the male guide. I approached him and standing before us was a small black scrawny dog who was at first barking at the guide then out of the blue started wagging his tail. The male guide turned around and said, “This is my dog. I thought he was lost the last time we were in here and thought he was gone forever”. He couldn’t believe how his dog had managed to survive all these years in the dark. The dog hadn’t changed.
It jumps yet again and we are travelling upwards toward the top of volcano. We have to follow the path that leads off the stairs through another room. As I am walking, the male guide is in front of us and I am aware that the female companion has wandered off up the stairs. I decide to go back and get her and find her looking up from the stairs at the huge buildings. I get her back on the path and enter the room where the male guide is.
Suddenly I saw and heard and felt black creatures creeping around the female. I’m not sure what happened next but the male guide is rolling on the ground holding his leg saying, “They have entered me”. I rolled up his pants and looked at his leg and saw what appeared to be an eye and it opened up. I was trying to stay calm but could feel black creatures and blackness creeping nearer. Suddenly I was reciting words I am not familiar with or have ever heard, almost like a chant, and when I looked at the guide the eye on his leg had disappeared. We were ok to travel on.
We reached the top, the scenery is more modern and this area was lit. I opened up the door which had stained glass windows and the room was beautiful. There were doors leading to a lighthouse outside which had a balcony. I was told the legend of a man who lived in the darkness of the volcano who had many great powers.
So we open the door to next room and we are greeted with a collection of items that someone had gone to great pains to collect. There was a collection of paintings that I started looking through, some were on the wall and others were stacked up against each other. There were large and rare paintings. Suddenly I was aware I had a small paper shopping bag to put items in. I decided to pick smaller items, only those things I could put in my bag would I take. I found a small painting with the artist’s name Picasso written on it. I carried on to each collection, one was pottery, one was silver etc., and I vaguely remember picking up what I think was a salt shaker, knife and fork. I went to each collection putting small items in my white paper bag.
We carried on to another set of doors leading into a room, and as we opened the doors it looked like the male that was living there had also collected food, it looked like a grocery store. The male guide and female companion decide to carry on to the next room. It’s at this point I spot a walk-in freezer so I decide to walk in and see what’s inside. As I open door to the freezer I am greeted by a man with ice on his nose. This is the weirdest part, as soon as I saw him I knew he was the captain, not the purser as everyone thought, the male guide and female companion had seen him as the purser. At the same time everyone thought the place was not lived in for hundreds or thousands of years and believed it to be empty.
The captain looks at me and asks whether I have helped myself to some of his collection and I said yes. He asks me to show him so I gave him the white bag. He looks at me and is surprised. He asked why I didn’t choose the biggest, largest and rarest collections he had, as he said everyone else had done. I told him that I am not here for myself, that I am not on a mission for the U.S. government, I am here for the people only and only the people. I did not want to take something that I could not carry in my bag. The man was surprised at this, I gathered he had many people that had been on this mission and when they had entered the room of the collections they had gone for the biggest and rarest of his items. I don’t know what happened, whether they passed or failed.
The fact was he was the owner and was in charge. I got the feeling people felt he was evil and powerful yet as I was talking to him he was very kind and wise. He and I were laughing and then the male guide and female came back in the room. I brought them over and introduced them to him. They were surprised that someone was living there and was the owner, when they saw him they thought he was the purser. They wanted to know how I recognised him as being the captain and owner straight away.
It jumps again and I’m laughing and the male captain turns around and says, “I want to show you something and I want you to come with me. I will take all your items out of your bag and I want to give you things that are the rarest and most valuable in my collection, yet will fit inside your white paper bag”. We went over to the painting collection and I brought out the small Picasso painting. He couldn’t stop laughing and said, “Out of all the paintings you pick out the smallest painting which happens to be the only Picasso I have”. He then said, “I will pick out a painting for you even rarer and more valuable”. He picked one out and put in my bag, I vaguely remember him saying it was a Rogan or similar name. Then he proceeded to go along each collection changing each item to take back with me.
As we were walking I suddenly had a mental picture or flash of a woman wearing almost like a flamenco red dress, she had long dark brown hair, olive coloured skin and looked like she was in her 20's. I felt that I was being shown a picture of his wife and that his wife left him for another male and all these years he had lived alone in the volcano. Suddenly I looked around at my female companion and realised that she was the spitting image of his wife. My hair was standing on end then I awoke from the dream.
~August 29
Purpleaura encounters significant frustration trying to send a past dream of a volcano maybe in the Amazon
~ September 13
For reasons unknown at the time, an old story of a missing radioactive device and auger oddities at my place of employment comes to mind
~ September 14
Similar radioactive device goes missing in Minnesota
~ September 15
• Story of radioactive device prompts memories of other work oddities, Jonathan Knight in particular
• Jonathan Knight found in file called Minnesota which was related to Hennepin, Tesla and geo thermal activity
• Geo thermal activity = volcano
~ August 29
Purpleaura encounters significant frustration trying to send a past dream of a volcano in the Amazon
And here we are. Now I’m seeing other themes sprouting up.
I asked Purpleaura at the time if she thought she could have been in a pyramid instead of a volcano and she was open to that suggestion. Just now while writing this I wondered if the pyramid was Mayan because of the Mexico reference in the Illuminati geo thermal quote. At the time of Purpleaura’s dream we did a bit of research into Picasso and Rogan. I thought she may have heard Rodin but was mistaken as she found this which made more sense:
ROGAN painting, a traditional form of painting, could well be on its last leg. There is only one family in Nirona, a village 20 km from Bhuj in Gujarat, that is involved in the craft.
There are all of four persons well-versed in this form of painting, says Arabbhai Khatri, who was in the city to participate in Paramparik Karigar, an exhibition of traditional art and painting.
Rogan involves painting with a thin metal rod, which is dipped into paint made by boiling castor oil over three days with earth colours from stones. Most of the designs are geometrical in shape in varying colours. "We usually do this work only on cotton or silk because these fabrics are appreciated," says Khatri.
http://www.tribuneindia.com/2002/20020901/spectrum/heritage.htm
Okay the castor oil thing really freaked me out because I had totally forgotten about that.
The mighty Boxing Day tsunami has revealed what archaeologists believe to be the lost ruins of an ancient city off the coast of Tamil Nadu in southern India.
The 30-metre waves, which reshaped the Bay of Bengal and swept more than 16,000 Indians to their death, shifted thousands of tonnes of sand to unearth a pair of elaborately carved stone lions and a stallion near the famous 7th century Dravidian temple on the coast at Mahabalipuram, south of Madras.
http://www.ufoarea.com/aas_tsunami_may_have_revealed.html
However there are several volcanoes in India so maybe Purpleaura was in a volcano after all.
India was the site of one of the world's largest volcanic eruptions 60 million years ago.
There is debate whether the eruption of the Deccan Traps was responsible for the extinction of the dinosaurs.
Barren Island is the location of India's currently active volcano.
http://www.volcanolive.com/india.html
This is what we found out about Picasso at the time of the dream:
The "prieure documents" also suggest that after Sauniere's death, the surrealist artist/poet/filmmaker Jean Cocteau became "GM" of the PoS (Priory of Sion) in 1918. Interestingly, right around the same time, Cocteau seems to have partnered with Satie and Picasso on a production (Picasso's work was dominated by PoS-type esoteric themes),
The Angelic Society: Three recent French books, Jules Verne: Initiate and Initiator by Michael Lamy, Arsene Lupin: Unknown Master by Patrick Ferte, and Fulcanelli and the Black Cat by Richard Khaitzine, seem to suggest that the PoS came into being as a sort of artistic society, uniting the Bohemian avant-garde artists of Montmartre (the Symbolists, the Surrealists, and the Romantics).
In the works of disparate creative people such as .....Pablo Picasso...... can be found the techniques and interests we today associate with the "Priory of Sion". Lamy says that many of these people belonged to a group he calls The Brouillards (The Clouds) or the Angelic Society, of which the PoS is a modern manifestation. They are descended from the Gouliards, or medieval clerks and print-makers, whose mystical and heretical Cathar watermarks so fascinated Harold Bayley. Robert Anton Wilson also feels that a number of these people may have also belonged to the Hermetic Brotherhood of Luxor.
Some interesting facts: Balzac's Unknown Masterpiece is about a secret known to only two painters, Poussin and Pourbus; and appears to have been the inspiration for an occult masterpiece by Picasso.
http://www.fiu.edu/~mizrachs/poseur3.html
And the most recent developments are a dream a co-worker related on February 1, 2007 about being involved in an art heist. Exactly one month later the apartment of Picasso’s granddaughter is broken into and two paintings are stolen, one of his daughter Maya and another of his second wife Jacqueline.
It was confirmed that the apartment of Picasso’s Granddaughter is where the theft occurred. The burglars were said to be so very quiet during their heist that Diana Widmaier-Picasso and her houseguest did not hear a thing the entire duration of the theft. The thieves managed to steal one painting of Pablo Picasso's daughter Maya, the other of his second wife, Jacqueline.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/164996/picasso_masterpieces_stolen_from_paris.html
And even more recently another theft:
August 24, 2007
Priceless artwork stolen in Nice
Armed robbers have stolen four priceless works of art in a brazen daylight raid on a French museum, writes Kim Willsher
A gang of masked men walked into the Musee des Beaux-Arts in Nice and ordered staff to lay on the floor at gunpoint while they snatched the paintings. They removed five canvases but dropped and damaged one as they made their escape.
Patricia Grimaud, one of the museum’s conservationists, added: “They tried to take a second Sisley but, when they found it was too heavy or too bulky, they dropped it and broke the frame.”
The Nice museum has a collection of art spanning four centuries. It is celebrated for its fine Impressionist and post-Impressionist works and also has sculptures by Auguste Rodin and ceramics by Pablo Picasso.
While searching for the story of the robbery in Picasso’s granddaughter’s apartment I came across the site of the Ulster Herald published September 13, 2007 with an article titled It Happened This Week. Here’s a few of the listings:
1981 - Picasso's 'Guernica' was returned to Spain after 40 years in America. The artist had refused to show the painting in Spain before restoration of democracy.
1953 - Senator John F. Kennedy married Jacqueline Bouvier.
1985 - Massive earthquakes in Mexico left more than 4,700 dead and 30,000 injured.
2000 - IT was reported that the Olympic torch was not only stolen on its way to Sydney, but attacked with a fire extinguisher and used to light a joint.
So Purpleaura’s dream included a young girl who very much resembled her mother, a collection of ceramics, a Picasso and something known as Rogan which I mistook for Rodin, and some paintings too big to fit into her bag. And now I’m finding all these things neatly assembled in just two different articles.
The eye in the leg has illuminati written all over it, that could be why I thought she was in a pyramid. And I know there’s a ton of spiritual stuff and other symbolism I’m missing either because I simply don’t know about it or I’m just not seeing it at the moment.
Today’s theory was inspired by the movie The Red Violin.
The film tells the story of a perfect violin known as 'The Red Violin' for its rich red colour. At the beginning of the film, the violin is being auctioned in Canada. As the bidding starts, the violin's history is revealed, showing that the violin has been in existence for over 300 years, having been made in 1681. Its history is told in five locations around the world: Cremona in Italy, Vienna, Oxford, Shanghai, and Montreal. To its owner, the violin has caused anger, betrayal, love, and sacrifice. In each setting the dialogue is spoken in the appropriate language.
The film is believed to be inspired by one of Stradivarius's violins, the Red Mendelssohn (1720), which is currently played by Elizabeth Pitcairn, whose grandfather purchased it for her 16th birthday for $1.6 million at auction at Christie's London. Appropriately, she is one of the few soloists who performs the Red Violin Chaconne composed for the film by John Corigliano.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Violin
I’m sure most are familiar with the mystery surrounding the unique resonance of the Stradivarius:
Answering a question that has lingered for centuries, a team of scientists has proved that chemicals used to treat the wood used in Stradivarius and Guarneri violins are the reasons for the distinct sound produced by the world-famous instruments.
The conclusions, published in the current issue of Nature magazine, have confirmed 30 years of work into the subject by Joseph Nagyvary, professor emeritus of biochemistry at Texas A&M University, who was the first to theorize that chemicals – not necessarily the wood – created the unique sound of the two violins. Nagyvary teamed with collaborators Joseph DiVerdi of Colorado State University and Noel Owen of Brigham Young University on the project.
http://www.physorg.com/news84029020.html
I’m afraid I’m a little sceptical of that explanation especially considering it comes from Colorado University (Denver Airport, Colorado Springs, NORAD) and Brigham Young. I’m leaning more towards the theme in the Red Violin.
CAUTION – SPOILER
In the Red Violin one of the characters came to the conclusion that it was indeed during the finishing process when the instrument transformed into something magical, but it wasn’t because of any chemicals, it was the blood of the wife of the violinist who created the masterpiece.
I know there’s people out there hell bent on possessing all they can possess, cars, homes and art among other things. Obviously these stolen works can never be resold due to their fame, and the person in possession of them can’t even show them off except to a limited few I’m sure. Unless you’re the most avid fan of the art in question and will go to these extremes for no other reason than to be able to enjoy the work then something else has got to be going on here. Perhaps like the red violin these pieces of art also contain the blood of persons of interest or maybe even some mystical properties hidden among their oils requiring some screwed-up illuminati ritual to activate said properties. In any case, according to Purpleaura’s dream, which is just as good as any facts for me, they got the wrong painting.
