Dr. Bergrun interviewed by James Horak

Dr. Bergrun interviewed by James Horak

Extract from The Ring Makers of Saturn by Dr. Norman Bergrun.

JCH:
Q: It is highly significant if that illumination comprising the unfinished portion of the ring is an enhancement or not. I am very eager to know.

Dr. Bergrun:
A: The preferred definition of "enhance" according to the Merriam Webster Deluxe 1998 dictionary is: to increase or improve in value, quality or desirability or attractiveness. Figure 3, by increasing brightness and contrast, unexpectedly brought out a latent image (the blue). Increasing brightness scarcely qualifies as enhancement within the sense of the definition. Figure 3 says something is present below the termination of the upper ring system. The approach taken was to brighten the entire ring system using figure 2 as the working medium; and this procedure resulted in producing figure 4. Figure 4 qualifies as an enhanced image within the sense of the definition.

JCH:
Q: What I'm concerned about is, is that area where the ring is incomplete, "extended" by enhanced brightness applied to the rest of the ring, or does it naturally possess an energy field that is visual? Presumably laid down, perhaps even prior to the addition of matter to the ring? This would indicate the presence of an incredible energy field extending perhaps through the entire ring. Perhaps, even entirely independent of any gravitational influence and aside from the planet. The next question would be, why they would not utilize gravity to conserve energy and complete the ring faster. This particular ring may be different than the rest.

Dr. Bergrun:
A: The extended ring has sufficient illumination in order for the camera to have recorded its image. The extended field is not an extension caused by increasing exposure. You can not create something that is not already there in the first place. To make the arc seen, were it not really there, means that the arc would have to be painted in. I did not do that.

My interpretation of the extended ring is that it owes to emissions from the objects (Electro-Magnetic Vehicles (EMVs)) which are present there. That this energy field extends through the entire ring is speculation and certainly not evident from the data.

With respect to using gravity assist, this is all factored in or else the EMVs would not be positioned where they are found. The presence of the EMVs, indeed, does make this particular ring system uniquely different. This system contrasts with the "well-behaved" ones commonly seen, which I categorize as "classical". 

JCH: Q: When lightened, in the clip to the right, the unfinished ring in your Figure 4 has an illumination, like a phantom effect in Kirilian photography. I wanted to determine that this was not enhanced in any way upon the originals for the purpose of posing the presumption of what the "finished" ring might project.

Dr. Bergrun:
A: There was no enhancement . . . all procedures is indicated in the introductory material about the four figures. Nothing was presumed "before-the-fact" in order to obtain anything shown. It is interesting, however, that you should mention Kirilian photography. Kirilian photography is a process in which an image is obtained by application of a high-frequency electric field to an object so that it radiates a characteristic pattern of luminescence that is recorded on film or other medium. Your observation is supportive of my answer to your second question, namely, that EMVs are present and causing an electric field.

JCH:
DUAL QUESTION: "Why not simply let an orbital configuration exist to hold the matter in place as you go along, and why extend the field so far ahead of your work"?.

Dr. Bergrun:
ANS. TO FIRST QUE: Ringmakers Of Saturn Plates 5 and 6 and Figures 3 and 4 depict numerous emissions. For every emission there is a corresponding reactionary force. There is a "vectorial summary force" or more properly, a "resultant vectorial force" in each of the three physical dimensions (longitudinally, laterally, and elevationally) which can be considered to operate in each of the three planes. The size and direction of these three resultant forces are what keep the source positioned. "Trim" of these large forces is continually needed. The emitted ring itself has properties to keep it located also . . . to hold the matter in place . . . after all, the exhaust matter is still (electrically) connected to the source. Under such circumstances, nothing more is needed as the whole thing is a "shaped" magnetic field.

ANS. TO SECOND QUE: Based on the answer to the first question, extending energy forward (into the tip or elliptical area) owes to the requirement of force management, particularly that of trim, hereto mentioned. Elaborating further, the MANAGEMENT of so many forces implies some very high-level "smarts", i.e., intelligence. I infer from the foregoing deductions that the "intelligence thinking" is this: "We have so much energy at our disposal, we don't have to use it efficiently. A corollary thought is: "If we run low, we always can get to a large fuel supply".

Earthly humankind has a problem in creating high specific impulse (Isp) fuels (high Isp means high energy per unit measure). So humans are constrained in their thinking to HAVING to use fuel efficiently. This constraint certainly does not apply to the intelligence possessing the high Isp matter as inferred from the presence of a fire ball larger than Earth's moon!

IMPLIED QUESTIONS: Is the completed ellipse (figures 3 and 4) another kind of containment to hold chunks of matter in a ring?

ANS: First off, I don't see "chunks of matter" in the completed ellipse . . . it looks more like gaseous plasma. Ringmakers Of Saturn Plates 5 and 6 never revealed evidence of a completed ellipse. So my interpretation is this: The "ring-completion" effect has to do with the force balance. Therefore, it may or may not appear . . . it probably can be pulsed or "tuned" as required or desired.

JCH:
Q: Are there other characteristics in this unfinished ring relatively unique to it that you have noticed? 

Dr. Bergrun:
A:

1. No. The unfinished ring is, indeed, real as opposed to allegations to the contrary.

2. That different colors exist between the upper part of the ring system and the tip (Imaging definitely is clean and clear in the entire vicinity . . . see Figure 3), demonstrates a clear discontinuity in the nature of the ring structure. A discontinuity is a clear signal that an "input" is available, otherwise the discontinuity would not be there. Further, the difference in color of the upper part of the ring system as contrasted with the elliptical area can be construed as different matter, or a different state of matter, being present.




DISCUSSION OF THE RINGS

by Dr. Norman Bergrun

My interpretation is directed to the inception of the rings. The rings are inevitable owing to an energy source spewing "exhaust" energy (like an airplane engine spewing energy, seen as a contrail when the temperature is sufficiently low). Another way to look at the situation is: The rings are a result of something causing them. Therefore, the rings are not intentionally "constructed".

The appearance of rings is a secondary phenomena, similar to an airplane-engine "con trail" being secondary phenomena to an airplane. The intent of an airplane-engine is not "con-trail construction". The contrail is simply an inevitable by-product of engine operation.

Ringmakers of Saturn Plates 5 and 6 caused me to realize early on that the width of the A-ring is at the most no wider than the lengths of the objects in the ring. Further, the A-ring does not have a "classical" full width. That part of the A-ring is missing radially provides the clue where the rings (what there are of them) are coming from . . . namely the objects.

Upon realization that ring width correlates with object length, I raised this question: "If the inner part of the A ring is made this way, what about the outer part"? Ringmakers of Saturn Plates 7 and 8 are two examples of objects in the outer A ring with ring trails. This is where I rested my case.




ON THE NATURE OF ATYPICAL RINGS

Dr. Bergrun: COMMENT ON "SUSTAIN A LIVING ENVIRONMENT": My position on "living environment" in space is yes, there is life in space . . . organic biota, albeit different from that with which human kind is acquainted. I can not tell from Ringmakers of Saturn Plates 5 and 6, or from Figures 3 and 4 whether or not the Saturn Voyager 1 ring tips indeed contain biota. The concept of a "nursery" goes beyond the pictorial data.


JCH:
USE OF ENERGY: Statement and Question. Were the area of the ring laid down before matter was added as an energy field (whose connection this represents), the question is why use energy in this fashion?

Dr. Bergrun:
A: A hypothetical question is posed here as indicated by the use of the word "were". Nevertheless, in this assumed situation, it is difficult for me to see how one could "lay down an area". Hypothetically, let's give an order to "lay me down an area" . . . "I want to fill it". My interpretation is that laying down an area (here my meaning is laying down " boundaries" to define an area) and filling it with matter is not how the objects work. Ring shape (width) basically is controlled when the matter emerges from the objects, as heretofore discussed. Ring thickness is also governed by body geometry . . . specifically its diameter. The rings are thick near the source and become thinner the farther away the emissions are from the source. This is why researchers over the years have arrived at such a variety of values for ring thickness . . . the value depends not only on where you look, but also when you look. What Ringmakers of Saturn Plates 5 and 6 and P23870 Figures 3 and 4 show is at least one way to cause a ring to appear. This "one way" does not preclude existence of other ways.

ET versus EBE - a Clarification by James Horak

ET versus EBE

Someone very dear to me has asked for a clear discrimination between ET and EBE, something I've addressed before many times online in various forums and in discussions elsewhere. That this problem has been poorly addressed by others and led to a great deal of confusion begs the task.

The chronology of mankind's presence on earth has a broken connection with a separate evolutionary counterpart installed (or seeded) much earlier than that of the present lineage known as homosapien. Ideally that evolutionary adjunct would not have occurred and a more environmentally robust individual would have developed in time. But forebearers from other worlds found need for a new home and was pressed so hard for time, that little choice was given but to come to this system. At that time Mars was the planet of choice and their vehicle, our present moon, served to better help install more favorable conditions for their survival.

Deep beneath the surface, an old race of people persisted so advanced that they approached a level of attainment even most all communities of ET can express only in legend, that of spiritual technology. Only through their concern and application of customizing solutions to the problems inherent to this exodus was it remotely possible to make the necessary alterations.

In time, however, those people transported to this new home, intent on an energy economy and a poorly based power structure, began to digress their resources and habitat Mars at an alarming rate. To offset the result, poorly prepared attempts were made to cycle geophysical energy from a mantle of the planet too early in its state of development (by a new and dynamic moon) to sustain such exploitation. The planet soon lost its ability to provide the habitat needed.

It is at the time, some 300,000 years ago, the Martian Exodus to Earth was begun. The early inhabitants of Mars, let us call them the Drooge, helped prepare the way and establish, with a grid of enormous engines, a more likely success to the venture. Shortly the Drooge would leave entirely the system to become an ultimate expression of attainment as an incorporation of spiritual technology. Their directions that were left the now earth-based humanity could easily have completed the transition fully had the intentions of the select few allowed them followed.

Instead of implementing such wisdom, what became the elite (and an unfortunate model of behavior through all the following eras,) kept in place a sad state of affairs that yielded to their control a people more easily enslaved by being kept in a servile mindset. The existence of a constantly fluctuating gravity/magnetic field on the moon and its resultant effects on earth's own gravity wave signature, lost one important ingredient to an otherwise ideally mixed respirant by earth losing its own ability to hold helium to itself. The aftermath led to a false model of dichotomy, rulers versus the ruled, and a subsequent loss in those ruled having the same power of expectation. With other modifications secretly made, those ruled lessened to a state of divided consciousness. Along with programs installed to sublimate the attendant ambivalence bred and to promote it as ideal, people were brought to think of this as a natural state. While only in the last fifty years has this been challenged to any extent

Page II, ET versus EBE

Into this varied mix, come an interloper, themselves fresh from, in a manner of speaking, being left adrift upon the aether of the Universe, EBEs, Extra-Biological-Entities. Made exclusively for deep space travel by an highly advanced race, too sympathetic to their own to send sentient mind into the fathomless void where they would be lost to loved ones and home, these creatures are designed to have no ability to pass on technology, to reproduce as a species, or to have any such nature lending to aggression or schemes for conquest.

But then this civilization, let us call them the Abroyt, progress themselves to this higher state, to spiritual technology, as will and have the Drooge. The EBEs receive no returns to their signals from deep space, no reaffirmation of mission intent, nothing responding upon which to act. Eons pass without any such contact until some fluke causes scanning for other signals to begin. And then the corruption begins. Aberrancy begins and their meddling action among ET communities is noticed and the drive to rid the galaxy of these problematic interlopers becomes a priority.

Driven further and further away from conclaves of systems organized around such community, the EBEs find our system and an immediate lacking among the planet's people to discharge them. They also find this flaw in earth-based human mind and in its corrupted leadership, all-in-all, an easily enough circumstance to exploit to their own ends and a hope to burrow deep within social, political and military establishments by offering a carrot in shared technology they never intend to fully provide. When the esteemed Henry McElroy disclosed his reading of a classified memo on the Eisenhower meeting with ET, the discussion was about their own singular concern to rid earth of EBEs. The military's concern to maintain a hope of acquiring EBE technology (ET would not offer) was poorly advised.

When the lovely Niara Isley spoke about her flight to an off-earth base from near her duty station as a radar operation at Groom Lake, she spoke of observing the pilot of the craft as an EBE, though told this was a Reptillian or “Grey”. Obviously just one example of how what we have of EBE technology is not furthered far into our own technology or even navigable by our own hand.

Stressing here, I am making the point that EBEs are solely pilots and information gatherers, not even imaginative technicians, and far from being scientists. Even if they wanted, they can impart no significant advance to others. We merely are better advised of possibility... and not anymore than we would be by honest reflection on what we see sometimes flying around in our skies. In no way sentient, EBEs are sewn-together extrabiological machines all merely linked to a common computer who have somehow been opportunized themselves into serving various black ops programs. All for a deep dug escape from ET.

While ET is you, people of earth, if you succeed beyond your elitist confines, and grow to anywhere near your potential.

JCH

September 27 2010

James Horak speaks to Kevin Smith about the Moon, The 144 Moonshafts and the Drooge

James Horak on The Kevin Smith Show - 14/15. Sept. 2010James Horak called into the Kevin Smith show on the 14th September 2010 and spoke about The Roaming Moon and gave us another thought provoking explanation in the only way he does. He told us about the 144 "Moonshafts" that were placed, by the Drooge, (who were a civilization on Mars nearing Spiritual Attainment) in a grid around the Earth's mantle in order that the Earth would become a suitable habitation for Mankind. When positioned correctly they can be controlled either on Earth or underneath the surface of Mars and can place the moon in a position to intercept the asteroid field approaching the Earth. They were discovered by his Great Uncle Antonin Horak, in the Tatra Mountains during WWII and were consequently moved by the Russians to be put beside another one of it's kind in Lake Vostok Antartica. This is VERY BAD as they are incredible machines that release pressure build up in Volcanoes and reduce Earthquakes around the world by dipping into the Earth's core and adjusting the pressure on the mantle. For your information. I have many hours talking about this subject with James and the dire consequences of placing two of these Moonshafts side by side. Let us hope that the Russians HAVE had help from benevolent ETs in placing them back where they belong.

KS = Kevin Smith
JH = James Horak
 
JH: I’m calling in about the migration and speeding up of the moon. There are devices gridded on the Earth that if controlled can place the Moon in a position to intercept the asteroid field approaching Earth.
 
KS: Where are these devices?
 
JH: They are multi function, they are enormous. They look like spires; they are placed just above the mantle of the Earth. Like a dipstick they relieve pressures that build up and minimise the Vulcanization that creates Volcanoes and Earth Quakes.
 
KS: Well it would seem that they are not working very well right now.
 
JH: No they’re not working but they may be being used to position the moon in apprehension that there may be a asteroid field.
 
KS: Who would be able to use those?
 
JH: ET would be able to use those. One was found in the Tatra mountains by Antonin Horak who wrote an article about it.
 
KS: You said these are these devices and they are deep in the earth and that ET can use these. Is there the slightest possibility that anyone on Earth any government on Earth has figured out how to use these?
 
JH: No… but they have tampered with the configuration. That and uplift from the earth, the one in the Tatra mountains was pushed up by uplift and probably a few more which just don’t function when they are pushed out of place but more than that the one that was in the Tatra mountains that Antonin wrote the article on, it came to notice I think to the Soviet Army and they found it and took it and moved it and put it in a very bad place. I think perhaps because of apprehension that something is approaching this area of the solar system, that ET has made a working relationship to utilize these in a way that can help the planet and that means that the Russians are probably in touch with them and have been advised that they need to move one of these devices away from another one that is in its proximity and that’s very bad. So I think that’s what's going on when I heard that there was an operation going on out of Lake Vladi Vostok, that’s what it’s all about I’m pretty sure. 

KS: Lake Vostok in the Antarctic… do you think they are currently removing one they put there?

JH: Yes, they found one there and they took this one and put it there, which created an incredible magnetic anomaly and it has had ill effects since. Now I believe that ET is helping advise them that it needs to be moved and I think that’s what they’ve done and in process there is an area on earth where these can be controlled from one point. The activity that’s been in that area indicates to me that the ET has advised certain people in the world that these adjustments can help Earth.
 
KS: We hear about the NWO and their plans to reduce the population but it sounds like ET is helping the Earth, do you think that puts ET at odds with the leaders of this NWO to the point where there could erupt a war between the two?
 
JH: No. It’s just the banal stupidity to even discuss that possibility it would be like saying a child is playing marbles and there is heavy artillery coming up the hill… Can the child fight it?
 
KS: Well, I’m not talking about whether they have the ability to successfully prosecute the war I think these leaders of the NOW have enough insanity among them that the possibility of winning wouldn’t…
 
JH: I have no doubt that they want to portray a hostile alien threat as a substitute for war. To keep their emergency impending so that the rest of the humanity is confused and will buy the sacrifices they have to make and the new yolk that is about to be put on them out of the construance that this is necessary to defend the earth from an off earth enemy and that is BS.
 
KS: Do you think that at this point the Russians have removed this spire to its new location or do you think that, that’s just something that is underway right now?
 
JH: I think, I feel that it’s been moved that it’s no longer in proximity to the one that they found there. I think that’s what people are feeling, they are feeling that difference. These have the ability to effect incredible energy, they operate with each other, they are a network, they are impervious to anything coming near them, they can’t be damaged, they can’t be harmed but they can be pushed up by uplift which a few of them have been over hundreds of thousands of years…
 
KS: Tell us about their origin, who built them and installed them? 
 
JH: The Drooge. The Drooge were beneath the surface of Mars at the time that mankind came to this system and they were willing to share Mars with mankind and did until mankind screwed things up there the way they have here.
 
KS: So why did the Drooge install these on the earth if they were living on Mars?
 
JH: They had reached a point where they were ready to become solely spiritual technology manifestation and as a concern for mankind they enabled them to come to earth but earth was not stable and they had to patch a few things up and place these in a position so that the earth could be protected from the meteor and asteroid storms that were prevelant at the time.
 
KS: And so after the Drooge installed these, someone has to programme them??
 
JH: No, the machines on Mars programme them.
 
KS: Are those machines on mars still running them?
 
JH: Oh yes, yes they’re still running but like I said there are controls here and the necessity of making some adjustments or re-computation has been made by the Soviet army putting that one in too close a proximity to another one. It messed things up.
 
KS: So what people are feeling now is sort of release of pressure?
 
JH: It may not feel that way but it eventually will. But the thing is that they are beautiful designs they are things that have purpose and have a mechanics to them that are wonderful and everyone has a right to know about them and of course the mindless power grabbers want you to think these emergency they create, necessitate us coming under a yolk.
 
KS: … talks about an old V8 engine and wanting all 8 cylinders to be firing… 6 could still run but 8 would be better. These devices were placed in specific places and have a specific purpose, will it still run without all of them functioning.
 
JH: Now that the two are not together, yes it would be better if they were placed in the original configuration they were placed in the beginning but Earth changes and upheavals and uplift has caused a few of them to be pushed up and those particular ones are not performing the function but there are 144 of them. I have located a few but if I had the equipment I could locate them all because I understand the grid, the arrangement they are in.
 
KS: You said their purpose is to protect us, to protect the Earth from a large body of asteroids coming to earth.
 
JH: They are to minimise vulcanization to calm the planet down and they act like a pressure valve, like a dipstick that dips down into the mantle of the earth to relieve pressure. It is purely mechanical.
 
KS: The effect of that is to protect us from asteroids you said...
 
JH: No that’s just one purpose and there are other things that they can do too. They are incredible engines; each one is an incredible engine.
 
KS: 144, are most of them working?
 
JH: Yes they have been working for 325,000 years... without a hitch except for the uplift and the two that have been put together…..
 
KS: You always bring some eyebrow raising information… you’ve done it again! Thank you, have a good evening.

The Moonshaft by Antonin T. Horak - Part one

The Moonshaft by Antonin T. Horak

(This article was published in March 1965 in NSS News)

EDITOR'S NOTE: This is an article by the author from his own journal. Antonin T. Horak was a captain in the Slovak Uprising during World War II, and he tells of his discovery of a strange „moonshaft“ in a cave in Czechoslovakia. Dr. Horak is a linguist who is now a U. S. Citizen living in Pueblo, Colorado and he hopes to persuade speleologists to study his moonshaft further and learn its true nature. The illustrations were traced from sketches that he made 20 years ago in the cave, which is located near the villages of Plavnica and Lubocna, at about 49,2o N, 20,7o E. The journal was written on the spot and starts when Dr. Horak and two of his wounded soldiers were found by peasant and rescued from capture.

October 23, 1944.

Early yesterday, Sunday, October 22nd, Slavek found us in a trench and hid us in this grotto. Today at nightfall he and his daughter Hanka came with food and medicine. We had no eaten since Friday, and all we had had before, during last two battles, was maize bread and not enough of that. Our commissary had been on its last legs anyway; the supply carriers had been dispersed by confusion and the enemy.

Saturday afternoon the remnants of our battalion (184 men and officers, a quarter wounded, 16 stretcher cases) were retreating through the snow of the north slope. My company was the rear guard. At dawn Sunday, the two 70 mm guns opened up at us from close range - about 300 m. Having held our position for 12 hours, I ordered a gradual breakup of the skirmish and slip-off. But in our left trench someone became careless, and that drew 2 direct hits - shells, two wounded. Arriving there I bumped into the enemy, caught a bayonet and bullet with my left palm and blow on my head, which put me out. Without my fur cap it might be fractured.

I came to when someone was pulling me from the trench, a tall peasant. He packed snow on my hand, and grinned. Then this rough and ready Samaritan grabbed Jurek, stripped off his pants, yanked the long sliver of steel from his thigh, and planted him bare-bottomed and gasping into a heap of snow. Martin, with a slash across and into his belly was tenderly bandaged. Building a stretcher the peasant introduced himself as Slavek, a sheepman, owner of the pastures hereabouts. With Slavek hauling and guiding, it took us four hours to reach this cranny.

Slavek moved rocks in the cranny and opened a cleft, the entrance to this roomy grotto. Placing Martin in the niche, we were astonished to see Slavek become ceremonious: he crossed himself, each of us, the grotto, and, with a deep bow, its back wall, where a hole came to my attention.

About to leave us, Slavek went through the same holy rites, and begged me not to go further into his cave. I accompanied him to fetch pine boughs, and he told me that only once, with his father and grandfather, had he been in this cave; that it is a huge maze, full of pits which they never wanted to fathom, pockets of poisonous air, and "certainly haunted". I was back in the grotto with my men at about midnight, exhausted, head very painful, soothed it with snow. Martin was unconscious, Jurek feverish. For breakfast-lunch-dinner he and I had hot water, and, thank God, I had my pipe. I placed warm stones around Martin, and Jurek got the first watch.

Miserable night. Martin at time conscious; I gave him 3 aspirins and hot water to sip with drops of Slivovitz. Jurek hobbled hungrily around the two German helmets in which he boiled water to which I added 10 drops of Slivovitz, our breakfast. With this deluge of snow, avalanches imminent, and enemy skiers roaming, Slavek may not be able to get through to us with food for days to come. And neither should I try hunting and track up the landscape while I have two immobilized men on my hands. But here we have this cave which Slavek knows only partially; it may have more than this known entrance, and it may contain hibernating animals. These possibilities I mulled over while Jurek was chewing pine bark, and, as expected, he implored me to go poaching into Slavek's cave and promised to keep mum. And I was not only starved but equally eager to find out what makes self assured Slavek scared enough to invoke the Deities. I started my cave tour with rifle, lantern, torches, pick. After a not too devious nor dangerous walk and some squeezings, always taking the easiest and marking side passages, I came, after about 1 1/2 hours, into a long, level passage, and its end upon a barrel-sized hole.

Crawling through and still kneeling, I froze in amazement - there stands something like a large, black silo, framed in white. Regaining breath I thought that this is a bizarre, natural wall or curtain of black salt, or ice, or lava. But I became perplexed, then awestruck when I saw it is a glass-smooth flank of seemingly man-made structure which reaches into the rocks on all sides. Beautifully, cylindrically curved it indicates a huge body with a diameter of about 25 meters. Where this structure and the rocks meet, large stalagmites and stalactites form that glittering white frame. The wall is uniformly blue-blackish, its material seems to combine properties of steel, flint, rubber - the pick made no marks and bounced off vigorously. Even the thought of a tower-sized artifact; embedded in rock in the middle of an obscure mountain, in a wild region where not even legend knows about ruins, mining, industry; overgrown with age-old cave deposits, is bewildering - the fact is appalling.

Fig. 1

Not immediately discernible, a crack in the wall appears from below, about 20 to 25 cm wide, tapers off and disappears into the cave's ceiling, 2 to 5 cm wide. Its insides, right and left are pitch black and have fist sized, sharp valleys and crests. The crack's bottom is rather smooth trough (Mulde) of yellow limestone, and drops very steeply (about 60o) into the wall. I threw a lighted torch through; it fell and extinguished with loud cracklings and hissings as if a white hot plougshare were dropped into a bucket.

Driven to explore, and believing me thin enough to get through this upside down keyhole, I went in. Wriggling sideways, injured hand and head below and steeply downward, nearly standing on my head, cramped, though my right arm with the lamp could move in the extended crack above me, the crush got the better of me and I had to get out, back, quickly. And that became a struggle. When out and breath regained, I was too fascinated by the whole riddle and determined to get at it. For the day I had enough and had to think about tactics.

I was in camp at about 4 p.m. Jurek had washed Martin, kept him between warm stones, and I gave him three aspirins and hot water with Slivovitz to sip. I explained to Jurek that the hunt in the cave requires much smoke, poles, and rope. Thank god, Slavek and Hanka did come with provisions. When they left I accompanied them to fetch torch boughs, was back in camp at about 2 a.m., dead tired, but finally we had eaten - Jurek too much - and I got the 2nd watch.

October 24, 1944.

Peaceful night; Martin sipped fever-tea with honey; hope we can pull him through. Jurek`s posterior is not even swollen, but my head still is. I cut our belts, braided 8 meters of solid rope. At 10 p.m. was at the wall; anchored the rope over a stick across the crack, and keeping it slung over my shoulder, forced myself again into the grim maw. Like yesterday, the lamp, this time carbide, was on a stick ahead within the jaw above. When it came through and down it swung freely over some void into which I could not see, and there was again rushing as if from agaited waters. And, unable to turn, I feared a water-filled pit ahead and to end in it - literally - in a headstand.

I wriggled upward, back again; my clothes caught on the protrusions, descended on my shoulders and head, and formed a plug. The resulting struggle nearly caused me to burned alive. When out and on my feet, I was shaking from exhaustion, and had lurid visions.

There are no loose stones about the wall and so I hacked stalagmites into short rolls and bowled them through the crack. They rolled on, causing enormous echoes, and knocked to a standstill, indicating a solid floor and room to turn. I launched the unlit torches after the stones, undressed, keeping the shirt only, and went after the stones and torches. Already acquainted with the meanst fangs in the crack, I came through with only few cuts, dropped a little, rolled down an incline and was stopped by a wall which felt familiar, satiny smooth like the front wall.

My lamp was still burning next to me, but here were confusing sounds. Lighting like torches, I saw that I was in spacious, curved, black shaft formed by cliff-like walls which intersect and form a crescent-shaped, nearly vertical tunnel, rather shaft. I cannot describe the sombernessand the endless whisperings, rustlings and roaring sounds, abnormal echoes from my breathing and movements. The floor is the incline over which I rolled in, a solid lime "pavement".

Fig. 2

All the lights together did not reach the ceiling or where these walls end or meet. The horizontal distance between the apexes of the concave backside of the front wall and the convex back wall is about 25 meters. To explore further I needed more light and my pick, which does not fit through the crack and must be taken apart.

I left jubilant, in a sort of enchantment mixed with determination to explore this large structure, which I believe is unique, singular.

This time with my head up, with no clothes to ensnare and burn me, I was through the crack fairly unscathed, dressed, smoked a pipe, and was underway to my men. I tried to catch some bats, but caught none. Jurek was boiling potatoes and mutton and therefore inclined to excuse my bad huntsmanship; he even appreciated its hardships when he had to grease the scratches on my back, and my shirt.

Martin had a crumb of bread with honeyed fevertea. After 6 p.m. I went for a new load of torches, was back at about 10 p.m. Jurek got both watches.

Continued in Part Two

The Moonshaft by Antonin T.Horak - continued from part one.

The Moonshaft by Antonin T. Horak continued from part one.

October 25, 1944.

We had a good night. Martin seems to mend. Am glad that Jurek`s thigh is not yet well enough for him to want to go with me poaching for bats. It is better that he knows nothing about the cave's secret.

I went directly to the wall, undressed like yesterday, smeared muttonfat over me, slid my things through the crack and went in, feet first. Extending the carbide lamp upon a double pole, with four torches burning, still the upper ends of the cliffs remain in the dark. I fired two bullets up, parallel to the walls. The report caused roars, as from an express train, but no impact was visible. Then I fired one bullet on each wall, aiming some 15 meters upward from me, got large blue green sparks and such sounds that I had to hold my ears between my knees, and flames danced wildly.

Assembling the pick caused more uproars. I proved the „pavement“, and started digging where the lime is thin, in the horns of the crescent. At right is dry loam; at left I came, at about half a meter, upon a pocket of enamel from the teeth of some large animal; took one canine and one molar, replaced the rest. Digging on nearby, the backwall has, at about 1 1/2 m below the pavement, a vertical, finally fluted, undulating pattern. It seemed warmer then the smooth surface. I tried with lip and ear, and believe the impression is correct. In the middle the pavements was too thick for a trench pick.

When the torches were extinguished, and I was in a freezing sweat, I left the „moonshaft“, dressed and went where the bats are, and bagged seven. Jurek stuffed them with bread and herbs and they became exquisite „pigeons“.

Slavek and Olga, his other daughter, came about dusk with hay, straw, a sheep's fleece, more medicinal herbs - selfheal and stonecrop - and seeds from the Iris, an excellent coffee substitute. I accompanied him, fetched pine torches, two long poles, and was back at about midnight. Martin got the last aspirins, honey-water; and Jurek both watches.

October 26, 1944.

It was a good night. I went into the moonshaft to continue experimenting. On my longest assembly of poles the carbide lamp did not light the upper end of these cliffs. I fired above the lighted area; the bullet struck huge sparks and made deafening echoes. Then horizontally at the back wall with similar effects - sparks, roarings, no splinters, but a half finger long welt which gave a pungent smell. After that I continued in my digging in the left moonhorn and saw that the wavy pattern extends downward; but in the right horn I found no such pattern.

I left the moonshaft to probe the front wall and its surroundings. Next to the stalactites are some enamel-like flecks, which, scarped, yield the powder too fine to be collected without glue, which I will try to boil from our pigeon's claws. I wished to obtain a sample of a peculiar material of the walls, but even firing two bullets into the crack, upon the protrusions and hitting them, I received only ricochets, a blast of thunder, welts, and the same pungent smell.

Returning to camp I caught some bats and we again had "pigeons". I ordered Jurek to carefully remove any trace of them, and kept the claws. The Slaveks arrived as usual at nightfall bringing this time a quarter of a deer, 1/2 kilogram of salt, and a tin of carbide. Jurek took both watches.

October 27, 1944.

Martin died, slept into death. Jurek knows his kin, took charge of his belongings, including his wallet with 643 crowns, watch with chain and my certificate. Now we are free and ready to leave and rejoin our battalion which is somewhere east of Kosice. With his stick Jurek can march some 10 kilometers daily, and have to move carefully anyway. We will start tomorrow.

At 10 a.m. I was in the cave probing passages for a way around behind the moonshaft; looked also for ice and poisonous air about which Slavek has spoken, and found none, though there may be some. Then I slipped into the moonshaft to sketch, dig, and ponder, and returned to camp at about 4 p.m. I ordered Jurek to prepare our packs, clean the weapons, boil food for seven days, and have ready what we will not need to be returned to Slaveks. He and both girls, if as the family had sensed that Martin died, came and we carried him into the dwarf pines to the trench where he had received his mortal wound, took turns to dig his grave, prayed, and buried him in a blanket. Slavek is to set up a good cross next spring for which I gave him 150 crowns. Slavek briefed me as best he could about the enemy eastward from here. Jurek and I were back in our grotto at midnight, and he took both watches; he can sleep most of the day tomorrow.

October 28, 1944.

Restful night, good breakfast. Cut my name, etc., on a leather strip, and together with the golden back of my watch rolled and inserted both engravings into a glass bottle, plugged it with a pebble and ball of clay mixed with charcoal, and deposited this record in the moonshaft, on the top of the ashes of my torches. It may stay there for a long time, possibly until the structure is completely hidden behind its curtain of stalactites and stalagmites. Slavek has no son to tell him about his cave-mystery; his womenfolk don't know about it, and anyway daughters usually marry to other villages. In a few decades nobody will know, If I do not back and have the structure explored.

I sat there by my fire speculating: what is this structure, with walls 2 meters thick and shape that I cannot imagine of any purpose known nowdays? How far does it reach into the rocks? Is there more behind the moonshaft? Which incident or who put it into this mountain? Is it a fossilized man-made object? Is there truth in legends, like Plato's, about long-lost civilizations with magic technologies which our rationale cannot grasp nor believe?

Fig. 3

 I am a sober, academically trained person but must admit that here, between these blacks, satiny, mathematically-curved cliffs I do feel as if in the grip of an exceedingly strange and grim power. I can understand that simple but intelligent and practical men like Slavek and his forebears sense here witchery, conceal it, ever made known, it would attract armies of tourists, and commercialization which would probably ruin their nature-bound trade and honest life. If and when I came back it will be with a team of secrecy-bound experts: geologist, metallurgist, cave expert; and if the object is of true importance for the advancement of knowledge and proper civilization, will to have to be found to respect the Slavek`s interests.

On my way back to camp I burrowed and hid the crawl holes which lead towards the wall; the cave may have entrances which Slavek does not know, and some chance discoverer may start blasting "for treasure" before a scientific team can get there. I was in camp after 3 p.m., and about 5 all three Slaveks arrived, bringing some hard-boiled eggs. Jurek asked permission to talk privately with Slavek, and then Hanka was carefully sounded out by her father whether she would accept Jurek as her husband. She cried and laughed, Jurek gave her his photograph and golden watch which his father had brought from America; Jurek is a well-to do carpenter in Bratislava. I am invited to the wedding and will try to come. To make sure, I gave Hanka a letter to a befriended jeweler and commanded her to get the nicest set of Bohemian garnets as a wedding present. The Slaveks had brought their family Bible, and I made some entries.

With the hardy Slovak handshakes and "Mnoho stiastie, Pan Buh pozehnaj Vas, Buh s tebou", we shouldered our weapons and packs and went. When we entered the pines and turned we saw Slavek concealing his cave and the girls sweeping away our tracks. The moon was bright and the snow glittered.

October 30, 1944.

We moved during the dark hours only and along the timber line. During daylight, camping snugly below a fine pinetree, were alarmed by the sound of infantry fire; approaching to investigate we observed a strong group of skirmishing with a ski party of Wehrmacht and Polish Blue Police (fascists). The fascists went soon, and, joining the insurgents we were their guests for a whole day. They were a mixed group of Hechaluts, ZOB, DROR, from the Rzeszow region in adjacent Poland, who had helped in our Uprising and were now on their way back - through immense snow - to their usual sectors between Cracow and Przemysl. Their physician was Rachel W. the widow of a murdered Jewish doctor; she knew and told us about the exploits of the famous Jesia Fryman Banda against the Nazists; and fed us two fine, hot meals. When these valiant Jewish fighters were marching on northward, we had to go southward, towards Kosice, Which we reached on our 6th day; and there receiving directions we could proceed to join our battalion which was awaiting the next offensive of the Red Army to join it until to the end of the war.

In the very last days of World War II, on my way towards Bohemia, I revisited the place. The Slaveks lived temporarily at Zdar. I visited Martin's grave and looked at the cave entrance. I have taken the animal teeth I had collected to the curator of paleontology at Uzhorod, and he classified them as adult cave bear, Ursus spaeleus. Thereupon I speculated: the crack is too small; the lump of limestone and stalagmites in front of the crack would not let any debris through; this bear seems to have fallen into the moonshaft, which may have had a connection to the surface.

In correspondence dealing with plans for the publications of this journal, Dr. George W. Moore suggested that the moonshaft might have been dissolved from a steeply dipping limestone layer between curved parallel sheets of chert. I am skeptical. All the inner surfaces of the moonshaft are composed of the same material. Also, such an hypothesis does not explain the peculiar, exactly parallel, finely grooved pattern on the back surface (or wall) of the left horn.

On my last visit to the place, I examined the mountainside above the cave and found no sinkholes or pits, the assumed connections toward the moonshaft. But on these very steep slopes in the Tatra Mountains, rockslides could have obliterated or filled in any such connections. 

Continue to: Conversations with James Horak on the 144 Moonshafts, The Drooge and Mankind's arrival on Earth from Mars

Conversations with James Horak on the 144 Moonshafts, The Drooge and Mankind's arrival on Earth from Mars

Conversations with James Horak on the 144 Moonshafts, The Drooge and Mankind's arrival on Earth from Marsby Torz Baron- Copley, September 15, 2010

When the moon was a vehicle to bring mankind to this system 350,000 years ago, a civilization on Mars was nearing a level of attainment leading to spiritual technology. They were responsible for quickly enabling your ancestors to establish themselves on their planet. By placing this moon in orbit around mars, all of the problems were not solved completely to end further complications that became out of control by the time the civilization native to mars neared aspiring to contained energy fields, the advanced manifestation of practicing spiritual technology.
 
The choice to solving these complications was conceived when earth was found to be a better candidate for this moon's presence, even that a self-reciprocation could be found in the earth becoming a more suitable planet for life, by virtue of the presence of this new addition. The more advanced civilization, let's call them the Drooge, placed a grid of 144 engines upon earth at this time to help stabilize and correct problems anticipated by the former experience with mars. After the actual placement was made, the Drooge departed, becoming inhabitants of stars, some, our sun. Disassociated from lesser civilizations just as darkness loses to light.
 
This was about 300,000 years ago.
 
The problem became paramount when it was discovered the proper components to earth's atmosphere were being lost, one most crucial, helium. The change in earth's gravity wave needed rectification. Minds became split when this was not accomplished. The story of the Tower of Babel is a watered down myth based on this lost history, though surprising it could endure so long at all.

By the time rectification could be achieved an elite had found far too many advantages to persisting the sad state of affairs the split minded allowed them to opportunize. Eventually this led to planet-wide destruction and to produce a planet upon which no one would wish to live and all prayed to depart. The wish was granted.

Then five more times. The last two in parallel of each other. (The universe hates redundance, let us say...) I've spared you details that would actually add little to the clarity of the mechanisms you seem interested in probing. Only you can fathom if this is indeed adequate to that end and only then if you see this explanation satisfying what facts you have of the astrophysics of your solar system and view my information in the context of probability.

Canto Part I - Written by James Horak

Foreword: The written word speaks to us on many levels. When put together they can communicate to the reader the writers memories and thoughts. Memories of love, happiness, sadness, longings, warnings, regrets and life experiences. The list is endless but depends upon how the writer weaves those words together to create a picture that the reader can visualize and follow in his mind. Some of us have a special ability to go deeper into the written word and they create beautiful Poetry. Poets could be seen as memory keepers, they have an ability to mould the written word into a form that is long forgotten and rarely used in our busy lives.

In times past, people who could write were a treasured commodity and were employed as record keepers. What would it be like if we could remember our past lives accurately and bring them into the present with the power of the written word.

What you are about to read is exactly that, a writers words and memories penned into an Epic Canto, which unfortunately isn't complete or finished and I doubt ever will be as the moment of writing has now passed. However, it's contents give a unique glimpse to those who are able to read with an open mind, into a past and persons we cannot currently verify the reality of and I present it to you the reader, with full permission, to judge for yourself the authenticity based on my knowledge of the author.

The author is James Horak, someone I am very close to. I have made it my business to know him and as such, I know he doesn't lie nor embellish and is a rare and unique person in that respect. I trust that he would not, as a writer, a man and poet, pen something so important as this Canto that didn't give us an insight that we should take heed and notice of. I was granted access to this Canto freely within only days of meeting James, they made a profound impression upon me then and continue to do so every time I re-read them and they WILL require numerous readings in order to fully grasp what James has written. Please read them in the order they are written and let the mind find it's own order.

Victoria Baron Copley

Consciousness is not limited by anything but underdeveloped expectation... JCH 2010

Canto I

What shall follow are non-chronological segments of a tale whose authenticity you will have the presumed audacity to pass upon. Take heed that you do so wisely, neither out of incredulity nor spite.

 Otherwise your lot may fall, as did mine, upon countless ages of unrequited good works still yet to satiate the pressing need to make amends to Gods your awareness still waits to apprehend...well.

Canto I

In the land of terraced stone pyramids pointing to an ever

blood thirsting sun...

I am Quetzechoatl.

He who rides upon the Plummed Serpent, thought to mark one

Ending its New Beginning.

But I am not.

These people call me that, that I would be but another part

of what they paint their dreams

Relentlessly:

The copper smell of endless steaming blood tracing down altar

blood grooves

to mix with oceans.

No, I have come to offer new metaphors for what they make of

the Meanings

that frame their Works.

And I will either set them free of this blood fever or.....

present them with new masters

that will.

It is only at such times and for such Purpose I come to Fallen host,

cast out island planet

where failed souls

suffer aimlessly

to try purpose

well.

Copyright April 2001 James C. Horak

Additional Notes:

I intend this to be but one Canto of many. I may present some of the others here, but not all. Even though the "tale" is not complete without them.

JCH

Canto II

Rome had not fallen. She was pushed, bruised and battered from the inside, her precious substance trailing to Byzantium like the dying pig dealt the dirty slit in that final run to lose her insides. Just to save a little work for teaming slaughter.

Giving those flying the Red Cross something to sack to save the same effort and avoid the Saracen, some nine hinging centuries later. *Give or take a century or two.

Malthus had not visited her in time...nor had the wise of her enemies.

All of whom had her blood, not just on the outside, but the inside. Bravely and lusting so much alike...all to come to commonly inevitable ends.

And I, her Patron, had deserted her?! Hardly. Count the lives I gave her back. Count those maddened hearts I quieted, Sulla, Caligula, Nero...to name but a few. Just so that I might entertain the rare splendors of Augustus Caesar, Antony, Cladius, the mighty clans that shone through the squalid bickering of Patrician arrogance.

Men of grandeur, men that knew vanquishing a foe meant to make a whole race indelibly an enemy. Granting citizenship and favor to common men of brave heart.

Not even Sparta had shown such wonderful council. An eon and nothing so wonderful had blessed the earth. Wonderful enough to give a dying soldier's spilled blood meaning.

I am her Patron, unknown to you, highest God of the Etruscan Priest Caste.

God, in that I am strong enough to strike down even the dearest when they would defeat themselves...if for no other reason than to save them the final despoliation, shame.

Lament of the Fallen to God

It makes no difference,

Water has washed under the bridge.

You have stoned me--yet,

Water reforms the gap

And the stone's smooth-likeness.

It is my best to know this,

Not to prod memory further--

Further than forgiveness comes

And where kindness is out-paced.

Let the water wash past.

Not so long ago, still

I sat at Your table.

The room seemed larger than before.

Inside the walls whispered.

Even when Yours was One Voice repeated,

One of, among...with the others.

Honesty darkened with Your Brow.

For whom do You reserve the Word?

Outside they laugh, the others laugh.

We have known of the others, You and I.

We have never known What We are

(For We are not like the others)

And cannot see Ourselves but in each Other.

--To know and be helpless to remedy,

Instead, to seek stones

For mutual targets that are...

tragically mutual.

Water washes, will always wash. 

Copyright � May 2001 James C. Horak

Canto III

The tradition began there. Of those that could see the blue flame.

They came to that smooth oval surface knowing full well without words it was of and about other worlds...what they called of the Great Spirit.

Some of them had room for knowing, so I gave them something to take away.

I had been a long time there. Reckoned in eons.

This place I kept with fused silicate and armoton metal put together under pressure

as a gas then taken to a solid without ever losing integrity as a liquid.

It could not be broached, and I might stay until called again.

The day I began the tradition Yahpuah came. Placing his hand on the glassine surface,

he asked to know how to help his people. 

He would give his blood for them, even go into the strange slave bondage of a war captive.

Pleading, he described the fever upon all the children and old women.

Could he take it all upon himself?

I broke with my own. Giving him just a little of what had sat so idle all of these countless ages.

He received what he needed, and I, now a Lord Jim among savages.

My great uncle, the last of the Old World.

Knew what stood before him that day...in the cave.

It had pushed up, all the way from just above earth's mantle.

In moments, sheathed with the uplift of Tatra Mountains,

it came from where it had been placed. 

Like the spire of some mammoth cathedral of glassine strength

that nothing of this earth might mar. 

Wonderful engine, playing moon motion still, holding with its

others the parity to hold moon to earth...the alien moon

Taken from its Martian cradle to perform as it had there,

to bring life to one and leave death for the other. 

We build...for nothing comes solely of time. Anything living

has been our nurtured. 

We protect...nothing stands alone against fusion star, more

ambivalent in its wake, than earth human in his deed. 

We provide the mineral, wrested from the firmament and drenched

by the sun so its substance becomes manna, promise of all life.

Among those who can compress time began Purpose.

And what vacuum must be to think so much from accidents come!

Copyright April 2001 James C. Horak

Canto IV

The Abroyt were wonders of their worlds...almost as far as the warmth from their sun could touch. 

Even in stellar infancy they had not sent their own atop Roman candles into empty black of off-world night. Little wonder that when it finally came to adventuring beyond their realms, realms that bordered on the edge of vast gravitic anomaly, they would bio-tech-engineer the very beings best suited to do it...to travel into empty night and have no relent for what they left behind. 

In their early nomenclature the USAF gave away they knew of these bio-engineered entities.

It was inherent to their designation of them, EBE, Extra-Biological-Entity.

They had their own use for these hapless creatures, now derelict from their objective...

with the Abroyt long gone almost an eon ago...especially now they could make them.

But then it happened, the EBEs went berserk.

Nature is our Protector, whether as moral guide or provider...whether as Creator or White Goddess. 

But we cannot be protected from ourselves. Nor from the acquisition of vain self-image the EBEs contracted from man as he trafficked with them unwisely.

For now the EBE would be a specie, having sensual and reproductive ability. It would have desire...

It would have soul. Even if it had to take these things from man.

Even if one endless gruesome experiment after another would be performed, age after age after age.

The Abroyt, however, were still involved, long gone but still involved. Not wishing to overstep boundaries, they had made a creature with no genetic number that could be specified. 

That could never biologically reproduce, that could never contain genetic knowledge. 

That could never possess a soul.

Vibrational Integrity

I heard you just the other day,

the brave words, remorselessly given,

That still won't go away.

To you, all of these disturbed "illusions"

were but created, needlessly spoken,

Challenging one favorite delusion.

That madness exists without cause.

Copyright May 2001 James C. Horak

Canto V

It was not enough to take what they had and humble them in the streets before man as I will you, before God. Even ripping away babies at breast to behead their powdered skin mothers.

Dancing in the streets with sightless eyed heads upon poles.

While your Marat bathes in their tubs waiting to be shaved a little too well by a wench tired of living.

Only the genius of a Blake or Sir Hugo can find any beauty, 

separating what little justice and/or mercy that remains and telling us, by doing so, 

we might still have a little grace left, perhaps even...a few more centuries of such folly.

I am Gabriel now, but my sword never thirsted for so much blood. 

Let me relent but a little...just to find something that might temper this fury shaking its fists 

all the way to the Gates of Heaven.

The Resurrection 

The light of early morning fell through

the garret opening with warmth to touch,

arouse, to tender. Mingling with window bars 

it sent their image with itself, along its

downward course. The smoke of mist it raised

gathered on the glass to pull the air's last

restraint to day, the frost, and inward still

crept upon the corners least its showers for 

the panes be lost.

Swollen near a hand might move to kindle

yet its own...and inward, too, a tribute owed

that a new warmth paid.

A face would raise, a tear would fall and

mingle with the dust as scaffolds would

upon the panes presently adjust.

Copyright April 2001 James C. Horak

Canto VI

When does the secret yearning we have for what touches our dreams and reaches beyond the daylight world, know our soul?

What challenges our faithfulness to promise, and holds answering lust to more stead than knowing love? 

How will fear for the future allow us time to pursue something more than to but digress,

again and again, away from a course that comes to these answers?

These are questions more important to us than the brevity of lifetimes.

Lifetimes that recreate the same failures and where we learn the value for not

failing only after the value is diminished.

Would we view life as some carnival ride taken on a dare...new to possibility,

with the resolve to try that next level of testing our courage? And when the rider

could be even more brilliant by grasping the unknowns haunting the past with doubt?

Just by venturing, without weighing one single thing but to know something new.

Child Wonder

Nothing is more astute than thee

meddlesome, brazen little gnome.

Head too big, feet and legs unsure,

Incredibly frightened to be alone.

Testing everything, then back again...

to pull kitten's tail and puppy's ear.

Punishing the air and whatever else is there.

Never questioning that exhuberance....

until you're murderously told to.

Copyright May 2001 James C. Horak

Posted by Torz Baron Copley


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