Theos-Talk Archives (June 2003 Message tt00254)

Thursday, June 26, 2003

Re Atlantis Destroyed -- and chariot wheel at the bottom of the
Red Sea

Dear Tony:

Those are excellent references to the destruction of Atlantis.
Thank you

Here as you may know is a story account of the destruction of
Poseidonis the last Island of Atlantis

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WHERE THE RISHIS WERE


The Rishis were the sacred Bards, the Saints, the great Adepts
Known to the Hindus, who gave great spiritual impulses in the
Past and are said to sometimes reincarnate, and who at one time
lived on the earth among men.


"The world is made of seas and islands. For continents are only
great lands water-encircled. Men must ever live upon sea or
land, then, unless they abide in air, and if they live in the
air, they are not men as we know them."

Thus I thought as the great ship steamed slowly into the port of
a small island, and before the anchor fell the whole scene seemed
to change and the dazzling light of the past blotted out the dark
pictures of modern civilization. Instead of an English ship I
was standing on an ancient vehicle propelled by force unknown
today, until the loud noises of disembarkation roused me once
again.

But landed now, I was standing on the hill overlooking the town
and bay. The strange light and the curious vehicle again
obtained mastery over sense and eye, while the whole majesty of
forgotten years rolled in from the Ocean. Vainly did modern
education struggle and soar: I let the curtain drop upon the
miserable present.

Now softly sings the water as it rolls against the shore, with
the sun but one hour old shining upon its surface. But, far off,
what is that spot coming nearer from the West, followed by
another and another until over the horizon rise hundreds, and now
some are so near that they are plainly seen? The same strange
vehicles as that I saw at first. Like birds they fly through the
air. They come slowly now, and some have been brought still on
the land. They light on the earth with a softness that seems
nearly human, with a skill that is marvelous, without any shock
or rebound. From them alight men of noble mien who address me as
friends, and one more noble than the others seems to say,
"Wouldst thou know of all this? Then come," as he turns again to
his vehicle that stands there like a bird in wait to be off.

"Yes, I will go;" and I felt that the past and the present were
but one, and knew what I should see, yet could not remember it
but with a vagueness that blotted out all the details.

We entered the swift intelligently-moving vehicle, and then it
rose up on the air's wide-spreading arms and flew again fast to
the West, where the water was still softly singing to the beams
of the sun. The horizon slowly rose and the Island behind us was
hidden by the sea from our sight. And still as onward we flew to
the Occident, many more birds made by manlike that we were in
flew by us as if in haste for the soft-singing waters lapping the
shore of that peak of the sea mountain we had left in the Orient.
Flying too high at first we heard no sound from the sea, but
soon a damp vapor that blew in my face from the salt deep showed
that we were descending, and then spoke my friend.

"Look below and around and before you!"

Down there were the roar and rush of mad billows that reached
toward the sky, vast hollows that sucked in a world. Black
clouds shut out the great sun, and I saw that the crust of the
earth was drawn in to her own subterranean depths. Turning now
to the master, I saw that he heard my unuttered question. He
said,

"A cycle has ended. The great bars that kept back the sea have
been broken down by their weight. From these we have come and
are coming."

Then faster sailed our bird, and I saw that a great Island was
perishing. What was left of the shore still crumbled, still
entered the mouth of the sea. And there were cars of the air
just the same as that I was in, only dark and unshining, vainly
trying to rise with their captains; rising slowly, then falling,
and then swallowed up.

But here we have rushed further in where the water has not
overflowed, and now we see that few are the bright cars of air
that are waiting about while their captains are entering and
spoiling the mighty cars of the men whose clothing is red and
whose bodies, so huge and amazing, are sleeping as if from the
fumes of a drug.

As these great red men are slumbering, the light-stepping
captains with sun-colored cloaks are finishing the work of
destruction. And now, swiftly though we came, the waters have
rushed on behind us, the salt breath of the all-devouring deep
sweeps over us. The sun-colored captains enter their light
air-cars and rise with a sweep that soon leaves the sleepers,
now waking, behind them. The huge red-coated giants hear the
roar of the waters and feel the cold waves roll about them. They
enter their cars, but only to find all their efforts are wasted.
Soon the crumbling earth no longer supports them, and all by an
inrushing wave are engulfed, drawn into the mouth of the sea, and
the treacherous ocean with roars as of pleasure in conquest has
claimed the last race of that Island.

But one has escaped of all the red giants, and slowly but surely
his car sailed up, up, as if to elude the sun-colored men who
were spoilers.

Then, loud, clear, and thrilling swelled out a note of marvelous
power from my captain, and back came a hundred of those brilliant
fast cars that were speeding off eastward. Now they pursue the
heavy, vast, slow-moving car of the giant, surround it, and seem
to avoid its attacks. Then again swells that note from my master
as our car hung still on its wings. It was a signal, obeyed in an
instant.

One brilliant, small sharp-pointed car is directed full at the
red giant's vehicle. Propelled by a force that exceeds the swift
bullet, it pierces the other, itself, too, is broken and falls on
the waves with its victim. Trembling I gazed down below, but my
captain said kindly,

"He is safe, for he entered another bright car at the signal.
All those red-coated men are now gone, and that last was the
worse and the greatest."

Back eastward once more through the salt spray and the mist until
soon the bright light shone again and the Island rose over the
sea with the soft-singing water murmuring back to the sun. We
alighted, and then, as I turned, the whole fleet of swift sailing
cars disappeared, and out in the sky flashed a bright streak of
sun-colored light that formed into letters which read:

"This is where the Rishis were before the chalk cliffs of Albion
rose out of the wave. They were but are not."

And loud, clear and thrilling rose that note I had heard in the
car of swift pinions. It thrilled me with sadness, for past was
the glory and naught for the future was left but a destiny.

Bryan Kinnavan (Wm. Q. Judge)

THE PATH, January 1891.


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Best wishes,

Dallas

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-----Original Message-----
From: Tony
Sent: Sunday, June 22, 2003 4:20 PM
To:
Subject: chariot wheel at the bottom of the Red Sea

"And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the LORD
caused the
sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made the
sea dry land,
and the waters were divided." (Exodus 14:21)

One of the most famous stories of the Bible is God's parting of
the Red Sea
to save the Israelites from the Egyptian army and the subsequent
drowning
of soldiers and horses in hot pursuit.

But is there evidence that such an event did in fact happen - and
if so,
precisely where did it take place?

The issue is surfacing some 3,500 years after the event is said
to have
taken place with reports of Egyptian chariot wheels found in the
Red Sea,
photographs to document it and new books by scientists that could
lead to a
whole remapping of the Exodus route and a fresh look at ancient
biblical
accounts.



This is how part of the story (one many hundred thousands of
years earlier
than the one related in the Bible, just some 3,500 years ago) is
put in "The
Secret Doctrine," by H.P.B (vol.II, pages 426-428):

"Several times the writer has put to herself the question: "Is
the story of
Exodus -- in its details at least -- as narrated in the Old
Testament,
original? Or is it, like the story of Moses himself and many
others, simply
another version of the legends told of the Atlanteans?" For who,
upon
hearing the story told of the latter, will fail to perceive the
great
similarity of the fundamental features? The anger of "God" at the
obduracy
of Pharaoh, his command to the "chosen" ones, to spoil the
Egyptians, before
departing, of their "jewels of silver and jewels of gold" (Exod.
xi.); and
finally the Egyptians and their Pharaoh drowned in the Red Sea
(xiv.). For
here is a fragment of the earlier story from the Commentary:--

. . . "And the 'great King of the dazzling Face,' the chief of
all the
Yellow-faced, was sad, seeing the sins of the Black-faced.

"He sent his air-vehicles (Viwan) to all his brother-chiefs
(chiefs of other
nations and tribes) with pious men within, saying: 'Prepare.
Arise ye men of
the good law, and cross the land while (yet) dry.'

'The Lords of the storm are approaching. Their chariots are
nearing the
land. One night and two days only shall the Lords of the Dark
Face (the
Sorcerers) live on this patient land. She is doomed, and they
have to
descend with her. The nether Lords of the Fires (the Gnomes and
fire
Elementals) are preparing their magic Agneyastra (fire-weapons
worked by
magic). But the Lords of the Dark Eye ("Evil Eye") are stronger
than they
(the Elementals) and they are the slaves of the mighty ones. They
are versed
in Ashtar (Vidya, the highest magical knowledge).* Come and use
yours (i.e.,
your magic powers, in order to counteract those of the
Sorcerers). Let every
lord of the Dazzling Face (an adept of the White Magic) cause the
Viwan of
every lord of the Dark Face to come into his hands (or
possession), lest any
(of the Sorcerers) should by its means escape from the waters,
avoid the rod
of the Four, (Karmic deities) and save his wicked' (followers, or
people).

'May every yellow face send sleep from himself (mesmerize?) to
every black
face. May even they (the Sorcerers) avoid pain and suffering. May
every man
true to the Solar Gods bind (paralyze) every man under the lunar
gods, lest
he should suffer or escape his destiny.

'And may every yellow face offer of his life-water (blood) to the
speaking
animal of a black face, lest he awaken his master.**


'The hour has struck, the black night is ready, etc., etc.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

'Let their destiny be accomplished. We are the servants of the
great
Four.*** May the Kings of light return.' "

"The great King fell upon his dazzling Face and wept. . . .

"When the Kings assembled the waters had already moved. . . .

"(But) the nations had now crossed the dry lands. They were
beyond the water
mark. Their Kings reached them in their Viwans, and led them on
to the lands
of Fire and Metal (East and North)."

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Still, in another passage, it is said:--

" . . . . Stars (meteors) showered on the lands of the black
Faces; but they
slept.

"The speaking beasts (the magic watchers) kept quiet.

"The nether lords waited for orders, but they came not, for their
masters
slept.

"The waters arose, and covered the valleys from one end of the
Earth to the
other. High lands remained, the bottom of the Earth (the lands of
the
antipodes) remained dry. There dwelt those who escaped; the men
of the
yellow-faces and of the straight eye (the frank and sincere
people).

"When the Lords of the Dark Faces awoke and bethought themselves
of their
Viwans in order to escape from the rising waters, they found them
gone."

Then a passage shows some of the more powerful magicians of the
"Dark
Face" -- who awoke earlier than the others -- pursuing those who
had "spoilt
them" and who were in the rear-guard, for -- "the nations that
were led
away, were as thick as the stars of the milky way," says a more
modern
Commentary, written in Sanskrit only.

"Like as a dragon-snake uncoils slowly its body, so the Sons of
men, led on
by the Sons of Wisdom, opened their folds, and spreading out,
expanded like
a running stream of sweet waters. . . . . . many of the
faint-hearted among
them perished on their way. But most were saved."

Yet the pursuers, "whose heads and chests soared high above the
water,"
chased them "for three lunar terms" until finally reached by the
rising
waves, they perished to the last man, the soil sinking under
their feet and
the earth engulfing those who had desecrated her.

This sounds a good deal like the original material upon which the
similar
story in Exodus was built many hundred thousands of years later.
The
biography of Moses, the story of his birth, childhood and rescue
from the
Nile by Pharaoh's daughter, is now shown to have been adapted
from the
Chaldean narrative about Sargon. And if so, the Assyrian tile in
the British
Museum being a good proof of it, why not that of the Jews robbing
the
Egyptians of their jewels, the death of Pharaoh and his army, and
so on? The
gigantic magicians of Ruta and Daitya, the "lords of the Dark
Face," may
have become in the later narrative the Egyptian Magi . . . . . .
. . "

Tony