Ahmadinejad gives Christmas message. This is only the beginning.

 

 

 

 

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LONDON —  Merry Christmas, “bullying, ill-tempered and expansionist powers.”

Iran’s President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad will deliver a Christmas Day broadcast on Britain’s Channel 4 television, occupying a slot used to provide an  often controversial counterpoint to Queen Elizabeth II’s traditional annual message, the station said Wednesday.

In his recorded message, Ahmadinejad offers seasonal greetings to Christians and says he believes that if Jesus were alive, he would “stand with the people in opposition to bullying, ill-tempered and expansionist powers,” an apparent reference to the United States and its allies.

According to a transcript of the broadcast released in advance, Ahmadinejad says most of the world’s problems stem from leaders who have turned against religion. He doesn’t refer to rival nations or leaders by name or raise the issue of Israel,
despite his previous calls for the removal of the Jewish state.

“If Christ were on earth today, undoubtedly He would hoist the banner of justice and love for humanity to oppose warmongers, occupiers, terrorists and bullies the world over,” Ahmadinejad said, according to the text.

The U.S., Britain and others suspect Iran of secretly developing nuclear weapons, while Tehran insists its uranium enrichment program is intended solely for a civilian energy program.

Ties with the U.K. were further strained in 2007 over the detention by Iran of 15 British sailors and marines, who were held for 13 days.

The Israeli ambassador to London condemned Ahmadinejad’s speech as a “bogus message of good will” and said the broadcast was a disgrace.

“That (Channel 4) should give an unchallenged platform to the president of a regime which denies the Holocaust, advocates the destruction of the sovereign state of Israel, funds and encourages terrorism, executes children and hangs gay people is a disgrace,” Ron Prosor said. “Outrage doesn’t begin to explain it.”

Ahmadinejad’s message follows similar Christmas broadcasts on Channel 4 by the Rev. Jesse Jackson, Sharon Osborne and the animated TV character Marge Simpson of “The Simpsons.” Last year’s message was delivered by Sgt.
Maj. Andrew Stockton, a British soldier badly wounded in Afghanistan.

Ahmadinejad spoke in Persian, with subtitles in English, the channel said.

Dorothy Byrne, head of news and current affairs at Channel 4, said Ahmadinejad had been selected because relations between Iran and the West are likely to be a key global issue in 2009.

“As the leader of one of the most powerful states in the Middle East, President Ahmadinejad’s views are enormously influential. As we approach a critical time in international relations, we are offering our viewers an insight into an alternative world view,” Byrne said.

The channel’s news program broadcast an interview with Ahmadinejad in September 2007, when the Iranian leader insisted his nation wasn’t seeking to develop a nuclear weapon.

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The Christmas Fire

 


In Late fall of 1950, Mother Nature gave us an indication of things to come. An early Pre-Thanksgiving blizzard set the stage for the rest of the winter. For a while, it was uncertain as if Thanksgiving would come off at all, but at the eleventh hour the weather cleared and dinner went off without a hitch!
Christmas was spent in the usual fashion , with family. Being six, I had received a good supply of loot from Santa including a basketball and a pair of cowboy boots. I was living in rural Indiana, the basketball was sacred.

December 28th started as a typical cold winter day, my dad had decided to raise turkeys the next year and it was nearly time for the chicks to be delivered, so donning my prized cowboy boots I decided to go with him to the hatchery to see when they would be ready for pick-up.
Most of the heating was done with wood or coal stoves during that period of time,  we had a couple of chimney fires prior to this, so there wasn’t much alarm when mom called and said that the house was on fire. Dad just assumed it was another chimney fire and it would burn itself out before we could get home.
However after thinking about it for a couple of minutes and  seeing large billowing smoke coming from the direction of our farm it was quickly determined this was more than a simple chimney fire. Racing for the car, we were on our way home in seconds.

Vines hatchery sat on a high hill, the first obstacle in getting home was  State Highway  350. At the bottom of the hill, dad never even slowed up.  I knew then it was going to be a nail-biting ride home. Practically flying down this gravel road the closer to home we got the faster the car went. Sliding around corners and leaving a dust trail that seemed to stretch for miles we were making record time. Not knowing what was happening at home and thinking that mom was still in the house created a real sense of urgency.
Our car didn’t have real good tires and the brakes were worse. As we approached our driveway another crisis arose. Our driveway was at the bottom of a big hill and the Napoleon fire truck was coming from the other direction. Dad had been riding the brakes a lot  negotiating tight turns at high speed, so the brakes were about as useful as a trap door in a submarine. The fire truck would just have to wait a minute.Sliding sideways into our lane, the car rolled half way up the hill in front of our house before it came to a stop.
Thinking mom was in the house we jumped from the car and raced towards it. My grandparents were already there , so I stayed with them while my dad went inside, great, now I have both parents inside a burning building.
It was about that time I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was mom!
She asked,”Where is dad?”
 I responded,”He’s inside looking for you.”
 After doing some laundry, mom had lain down to take a nap, waking up and smelling smoke, she raced for the kitchen and the phone.The fire was too hot,  so mom ran to the neighbors a half mile away to call us and the fire department. She was coming back home and saw us go flying by, but we never noticed, we were too busy trying to keep the car between the ditches.
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Luckily about that same time dad came crawling out of the burning house, so everyone was safe.
By that time everyone from ten miles around had gathered,  there was plenty of help to put out the fire and salvage what was left. We didn’t have cell phones, instant messaging or Fox news then, but news traveled faster than it does today.
Luckily the fire had been confined to the kitchen and dining room so most of our belongings had been saved, except for my basketball.  Major disaster, that was Santa’s new job, bring another basketball.Thankfully, I was wearing my cowboy boots, so they were safe.

Many thanks to the Napoleon Fire department for a job well done.

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He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.

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A Country Christmas

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As I remember it Christmas was a special time when  I was  a child. It seems as though Christmas went on for weeks.
Mom would start baking cookies and making candy as soon as Thanksgiving was over. About two weeks before the big day it would be dad and my job to find a real live tree! Living on a farm, we would start scouting out a likely candidate about the 4th of July. The major obstacle would always be the fact that some trees would turn brown as soon as cold weather hit,  with ax in hand and battling the cold and snow ,  the idea tree would always be the brownest tree on the farm. Then it was off trudging through the cold and snow in search of another tree. What started out as a fifteen-minute job would always wind up taking  half of a day or more.
Cold, wet, and half frozen, we would finally return triumphantly with a perfect tree. The next task would be to find something to place the tree in, this was in the days before tree stands, so a bucket filled with rocks or coal would have to do.  It was always a major task, enough to try the patience of Job, to get the tree situated “just right” in the bucket without having the bucket, tree and coal fall all over the floor. It wasn’t uncommon to lose one’s religion several times during the ordeal.
After the tree was decorated, there was nothing much to do except wait for the  arrival of Santa.
A typical Christmas normally consisted of four events, the first of which would be the Sunday preceding Christmas. My Aunt, Uncle and Cousins lived in Indianapolis, they would come to my grandparents(mom’s side) and thus the first
celebration would begin. I automatically knew that if my most cherished present didn’t arrive, I still had three more chances.
Now the tension was building! Christmas Eve had arrived, first thing on the agenda was church, and Santa would normally come while we were at services. When we were ready to leave for church, I never could understand why dad and I would have to wait  in a cold car  for mom to come out, we never did that any other time.
As soon as church was over, it was time for Santa, normally one of my sets of grandparents would come over Christmas Eve and enjoy the evening, and unwrap gifts that Santa had brought while we were gone.
Christmas Day, all the grandparents would arrive just before dinner, and the rest of the day was spent eating, unwrapping gifts and playing with them. My grandpa Wonning was retired so he would start wrapping gifts about Labor Day. When the gifts they brought were put under the tree, it seemed they would fill a pickup truck.
Grandpa would take the smallest item, say  a pack of gum and start wrapping and wrapping and wrapping. Using string, tape, glue and lots of newspaper, that pack of gum would be the size of a basketball by the time he finished! My brother and I would spend hours unwrapping gifts, and when finished unwrapping, covered with newspaper we thought no one
had received more gifts than we had.
Flower.comEach year the unwrapping became more difficult, soon my brother and I joined in and started returning the favor. Baling wire, twine string and glue became more common,
it finally ended one year as my brother nailed his gifts in a wooden box with spike nails! We decided no one could top that one, grandpa was getting older and could no longer spend the time wrapping, so a time honored tradition ended.
The final event of Christmas would be at my Great Grandmothers house, it would normally be sometime during the
week following Christmas. It would always be a huge affair as the whole family would show up, normally about 30 people. The gift exchanges were pretty much over by then, however, a lot of fun was had enjoying each
others company and grandmothers good cooking.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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Hitting Free Throws


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It has always been frustrating to me that professional basketball
players can’t hit free throw. These guys make millions of dollars a
year and can’t hit an easy free throw?
I grew up in Indiana
where it was mandatory to hit free throws! We practiced and practiced
until we wore the paint off the rim. We always figured that some one
who couldn’t hit foul shots was about as useless as a pogo stick in
quicksand.
After all they were free, no one was guarding me , how could someone miss an opportunity like that? Coming from a small school,we
took every opportunity to score there was, normally out sized and and
not having as large a student body as most of our opponents, we seized
on every advantage we could find.  Many games were won at the foul line.
I
remember on one occasion, we had an extremely bad game and an
unacceptable number of free throws were missed.Dead tired and
demoralized after getting our tail ends beat we arrived back at the
gym. The coach politely informed us that practice would be starting in
10 minutes and would last until we all were capable  of making 9 out of
10 free throws. It was well after midnight before the whole team
accomplished that feat. Amazingly the next game, missing free throws
wasn’t an issue.
Today this would probably be child abuse and damaging to one’s self esteem.
A
humorous side note: A friend of mine had made every free throw all
year, it was the final game of the season during his senior year , we
were one point behind with one second left, Chuck was fouled and given
two free throws, naturally we thought the game was won. Surprise,
Surprise!
Chuck missed both of them and we lost. How humiliating!
Thirty years later and the guy still smiles and shows remorse about
missing those two foul shots!
Today, the only thing that seems important is hitting the three point low percentage shot.
 As
is almost everything else in this world it’s all about instant
gratification and glory, forgotten is the idea of working towards a
goal slowly and taking the higher percentage more conservative “shot”.
The truly successful people
realize this,slow and sure wins the game, be it basketball or life,it’s
a marathon, not a sprint, you gotta play the whole game and take the
good “shots” to win.

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The Christmas Rifle

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I didn’t write this, but I wish I had!

 

The Christmas Rifle

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or for those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the
necessities. But for who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors.

It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was
fifteen old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted so badly that year for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read the Bible.

So after supper was over, I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace, waiting for Pa to get down the
old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible; instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, but, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this.

But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up, put my boots back on, and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.
Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short or quick or little job, I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand.
I reluctantly climbed up beside him.

The cold was already biting at me, and I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high  sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high
sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood – the wood I’d
spent all summer hauling down from the mountain and all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something.

“Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?”

“You been by the  Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen
lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah,” I said, “Why?” “I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging
around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said.

He then turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so
high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading and went to the smokehouse where he took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put
them in the sled and wait.

When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left
hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked. “Shoes. They’re out of shoes.
Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.

“We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form
of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat
and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us;
it shouldn’t have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house, unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, and took the meat
and flour and shoes around to the front door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?” Widow Jensen opened the door and let us
in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small
fire that hardly gave off any heat at all.

Widow Jensen fumbled         with a match and finally lit the lamp. “We
brought you a few things, Ma’am,”
Pa said and set down the sack of
flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa
handed her the sack that
had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and
took the shoes out
one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for
each of the
children – sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I
watched
her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling
and
then tears filled her eyes and started running down her
cheeks.

She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it
wouldn’t
come out. “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He
turned
to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s
get
that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same
person
when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in
my
throat and, as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my
eyes,
too. In my mind, I kept seeing those three kids huddled around
the fireplace
and their mother standing there with tears running down
her cheeks with so
much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.

My heart swelled
within me and a joy that I’d never known before
filled my soul. I had given
at Christmas many times before, but never
when it had made so much
difference. I could see we were literally
saving the lives of these people. I
soon had the fire blazing and
everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started
giggling when Pa handed
them each a piece of candy, and Widow Jensen looked
on with a smile
that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long
time.

She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “The children
and
I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare
us.”
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the
tears
welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those
exact
terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see that
it
was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had
never
walked the earth.

I started remembering all the times he had
gone out of his way for Ma
and me, and many others. The list seemed endless
as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we
left. I was
amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what
sizes to
get. Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we
stood
up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them
a
hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go.

I could see that
they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had
mine. At the door, Pa
turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs.
wanted me to invite you and the
children over for Christmas dinner
tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the
three of us can eat, and a
man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey
for too many meals.
We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to
have some little
ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite
a spell.”
I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all
married
and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you”. Out
on
the sled, I felt warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t
even
notice the cold.

When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and
said, “Matt, I want you
to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a
little money
away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you,
but
we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday, a man who owed me
a
little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma
and
me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that
rifle, and I
started into town this morning to do just that. But on
the way I saw little
Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his
feet wrapped in those
gunnysacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I
spent your rifle money for
shoes and a little candy for those
children. I hope you understand.” I
understood, and my eyes became wet
with tears again. I understood very well,
and I was so glad Pa had
done it.

Now the rifle seemed very low on my
list of priorities. Pa had given
me a lot more. He had given me the look on
Widow Jensen’s face and the
radiant smiles of her three children. For the
rest of my life,
whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood,
I
remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt
riding
home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle
that
night; he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

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The Indigo Children

AJ is Social Media Editor for IndigoWorld.com
– an interactive forum for Indigo Children, teens and adults. He is
also an Indigo, futurist and medium and lectures on metaphysics and
personal development in Toronto, Canada. His current work-in-progress
is the book Indigo World. “I am writing this to share experiences and
awaken our individual perceptions to enable further insight and ability
to embrace who we truly are and prepare for the changes ahead for
humanity”. You can contact AJ with your experiences by email at aj@IndigoWorld.com or by registering at the forum at IndigoWorld.com.

Who are the Indigo Children?
by AJ
(copyright © 2009 IndigoWorldTM)

Posted: 13:11 December 10, 2008

Some of you reading this may wonder ‘who are the Indigo Children,
and what have they got to do with UFOs?’ Well, the two subjects
actually have a lot to do with each other…

The concept of Indigo Children was born from those who were able to
see the colors of the human aura, which is our soul’s signature
represented as a frequency of light energy. For those who are super
psychic, this is how we recognize one another, or simply put, the
reason for why we develop ‘instant’ likes or dislikes for others as we
either consciously or subconsciously ‘read’ the human aura. How often
have you said: ‘I really like the vibes I get from this person?’ Well,
that is you reading another’s aura!

Indigos, as we term them today, have been incarnating on the planet
for many centuries, however, it has only been in our recent human
history that we have began to notice their influence. In the 1960s it
was the so-called ‘flower-children’ and the dawning of the Age of
Aquarius that provided a glimpse into our Indigo future… However by
the end of 1967 and the ‘Summer of Love’ in San Francisco, the
influence of drugs had heavily impeded the early Indigo consciousness –
but nonetheless the ‘New Age’ had begun!

By the late 70s and early 80s it was observed that many of the
children being born had an Indigo aura prominent among the other
natural colors. The colors in the aura reflect one’s unique physical,
emotional and mental wellbeing; but over and above this, the dominant
color represents your soul development or spiritual level of
attainment. This is something which is developed lifetime over lifetime
and those with an Indigo aura illustrate something very special.

What makes Indigo Children so special is that they are one of the
first generations which are fully connected to ‘source’ or the divine.
They are therefore highly intuitive and often are the first to spot a
UFO in the sky or even sense an ‘alien’ presence. These abilities,
however, may rest within unconsciously to some – expressed as one or
more of the characteristics typical of Indigo, such as their demand for
truth and honesty in their transactions with self and others; or just
an overall fascination with the paranormal. Sound familiar to anyone?

Indigo characteristics can be also be found fully manifest by those
following their life’s plan such, as the energy-healer Adam (known by
most as the Dreamhealer) or the amazing detail and color combinations
contained in the artwork by Akiane, herself still in her early teens.

Indigo Children, some known as ‘Starseeds’ are here to show us how
to live on Earth in the vibration of truth and compassion to permit
open and honest contact with our intergalactic neighbours.

Indigos tend to live lives according to their own innate truths and
find it very difficult to interact with others who are superficial,
two-faced or those who lack an open heart. “I think we can always tell intuitively when someone is ready to take on our knowledge or perspective” says Ryan, a UK member of one of the specialty online Indigo forums. “I
believe all of us can tap into any knowledge we feel we need to help us
because it is all there floating around, we just have to tune ourselves
into it. When we (humanity) are fully conscious again, this will be the
norm
“.

As strange as it may seem to some, this opinion is typical of the
Indigo – many of whom actually refer to themselves as ‘Starseeds’. The
Starseed is an individual who has incarnated here on Earth whose
origins are actually ‘off planet’ and belong to what we would consider
an ‘alien’ civilization – thus securing the future probability of
human-ET contact within this generation or the next.

Marshal Masters in his 2004 book The Indigo-ET Connection explains “As
we evolve, off-world races will freely contract us, and Indigos will
become our honest liaisons, for they will instinctively know friend
from foe. All are born to this role, but not all are destined to
fulfill it
“.

One thing is for sure, however, Indigo Children are here to provide
us with a vision of our potential as the super-natural human beings
that we truly are. They are here to teach us with their insight,
sensitivity and intuition and by doing so, they will help create a new
world of existence in how we relate to each other and in the things we
find important in our lives. And by doing so, they may well just open
the door to allow humanity to come together to represent ourselves and
be part of a larger community of Intergalactic beings… now wouldn’t
that be something!

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The Crystal Skull

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Written by: Gary Wonning
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Crystal Skull
Because of  the current Indiana Jones movies there has been much interest in crystal skulls.
My first encounter with a crystal skull was in July of 1989. At the time I was a member of a metaphysical study group and had just returned from a month of studying the Aboriginal way of life in Australia.
During the monthly meeting of our group, one of the leaders mentioned to me
that she had a group going to Indianapolis the following week to see
the crystal skull. My reaction was, “What’s a crystal skull?”

She immediately explained to me the skull had been carved from pure quartz
crystal, was perfect in every way and that this particular skull had
been found in Lubantaan  in Belize in the 1920s by Helen Mitchell-Hedges who was then 16 years old.

Helen Mitchell – Hedges, along with Lynn Gardner would be exhibiting the
skull the following week . It sounded like the perfect opportunity to
learn something new, who knows where this might lead?

Listening to the lecture , I became fascinated. It seems the skull had been found
in a Mayan pyramid after having been left there many centuries
previous. Legends abound , but no one really knows where it came from
or how old it is. Many legends seem to point to it having been created
in Atlantis or left by Aliens.

It certainly was beautiful! Made of pure crystal, there wasn’t a blemish to be found, down to the
removable jaw bone! Mitchell-Hedges confirmed that when she first found
it , the skull was cloudier than in it’s present state, it was now
crystal clear!

  It was valued at over 18 million dollars, and it seemed to have supernatural powers,  when in it’s presence, people
would experience varied types of paranormal behavior. Some would see
the future, while others experienced alien encounters and past lives. It was truly a masterpiece, unlike anything I had ever seen before.

Lynn Gardner announced  that she would be leading an expedition to Belize the following January to find the temple where the crystal skull had been found.

My interest was peaked, there was no way I was going to miss that! Besides
that it would be a lot warmer n Belize in January than Indiana!

Gary has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature,landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt,the Canary Islands,much of the Caribbean. He has studied  the Mayan Cultures in Central America, and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!

He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.

For more information and a link to his hard cover and Ebooks,and contact information: please check his website.www.journeysthrulife.com

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