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Ancients built Gigantic Power Plants

In my search for reputable sources on ancient technologies, I have come across many credible and highly educated individuals with knowledge that isn’t widely spoken about in the mainstream.

In one such case, welcome Chris Dunn, who has been on PAX Television, the Travel Channel, Discovery Channel, The Learning Channel, Lifetime Television and most recently on the History Channel in the Ancient Alien episode “The Evidence”.

He has extensive background as a craftsman, starting his career as an indentured apprentice in his hometown of Manchester, England. Recruited by an aerospace manufacturing company, he immigrated to the United States in 1969. Over the past 49 years, Chris has worked at every level of high-tech manufacturing from machinist, toolmaker, programmer and operator of high-power industrial lasers, Project Engineer and Laser Operations Manager. For the past 16 year, he has served as Human Resource Director for a Midwest aerospace manufacturer.

What is so important about Chris? He has conducted extensive research on Egypt, how the pyramids were built and why. Not only are the pyramids his cup of tea, he has also taken a lot of interest in a few ancient statues dating back to when the pyramids were built. These statues are as wondrous and as incredibly constructed as the pyramids.

Brandon Ellis: Regarding the Ramses statues at Luxor and Memphis, Egypt, you’ve found that they are perfectly symmetrical. Can you explain exactly what that means so people can get an understanding how difficult it would be to create those statues today?

Chris Dunn: To be more precise, I noted an extraordinary level of precision and symmetry on the head of the statue. However, I would not invoke the terms 100% or perfect as these imply a level of examination that has yet to be employed. The tools I used, while much more advanced than what was available when I first visited Egypt in 1986, are not as advanced as what is now available to manufacturers, engineers and architects, such as 3-D optical scanning and analysis hardware and software. I also noted in my book, Lost Technologies of Ancient Egypt, that there appears to have been a method where that contoured surfaces were machined and other features, such as the eyelids and the sharply defined lips appear to have been finished using a different tool and method, such as hand tools.

BE: What types of machines do we use now to create this type of perfection?

CD: If we assume that the contoured surfaces have similar precision to other less complex surfaces I have measured in Egypt, I would select a 5-axis Computer Numerical Control (CNC) machine that uses an ultrasonically driven tool bit. Before the advent of CNC, models and tracing equipment on milling machines would have had to suffice. Before that, I doubt it could be done.

BE: Has anyone in history ever carved something so perfectly?

CD: I don’t know of any hand carved statues that display such precision and symmetry.

BE: You’ve found sacred geometry all throughout the way they designed and carved the statues?

CD: The Golden Section, used to create the Golden Rectangle and Triangle is implied within the features of the face. The Flower of Life, a sacred Egyptian symbol, also finds correspondences in the spacing of the mouth, eyes and nose.

BE: Have you found any other statues with symmetry similar or as exact as the Ramses statues?

CD: There are other statues that have the appearance of similar symmetry, but I have only given cursory attention to these.

BE: Were those statues carved out of rock or were they delivered from a rock quarry? If delivered, how did they possibly move such large tonnage?

CD: The Luxor Ramses are red granite from the Aswan quarry. It would make sense to rough out the shape before taking it from the quarry and delivering it to the machine shop for semi and final finishing. The methods they used to transport it is a perennial question. My opinion is that the technology and methods they used made the task much easier that we can imagine.

BE: Now, to the pyramids of Egypt. I’ve found some sources that have claimed that the pyramids are some type of terraforming device. Have you found similar evidence?

CD: That’s an interesting speculation. The pyramids exist due to terraforming, and I believe were a critical component in shaping the environment.

BE: Have they found that the pyramids have an energy or “power” coming off of them and can be used as an energy device?

CD: That is what I propose in my first book, The Giza Power Plant: Technologies of Ancient Egypt.

BE: You’ve mentioned that there is evidence of electrical cables and terminals in the Great Pyramid. What evidence suggests this?

CD: My interpretation of the function of Gantenbrink’s so called “door” states that it was used as a fluid switch and that the copper rods that protrude through the limestone block and which are redirected into the back of the block are electrodes. There is also what appears to be electrical symbols painted near the electrodes on the floor of the shaft behind the “door”.

Side Note: For those who are not familiar with Gantenbrink’s door, I perused the internet for the best explanation, and out of all the websites I visited, the best explanation came from lecturer and researcher Ellie Crystal of Crystal Links. She explains: “In 1992, German engineer Rudolf Gantenbrink, explored the shafts in the Queen’s Chamber in the Great Pyramid using a crawler robot he designed, called Upuaut II. He discovered that one of the shafts was blocked by what appeared to be a limestone door due to its two eroded copper handles. Upuaut II was unable to navigate around earlier explorers’ rods that were jammed in the passage.

In 2002 the National Geographic Society created another robot, iRobot or Pyramid Rover. The iRobot team had a simple solution to Gantenbrink’s problem. They turned the robot 90 degrees and sent it up the shaft gripping the walls instead of the ceiling and floor. In this manner, it was able to ride over the top of the obstacles. iRobot’s trek up the Northern Shaft revealed another blocked door similar to Gantenbrink’s Door.”

BE: In your opinion and research, why do you think the Pyramids were created?

CD: The evidence indicates that the Great Pyramid transformed seismic energy into electrical energy. I would speculate that the pyramids around the world were built to relieve the stresses in the Earth’s crust and stabilize the planet.

BE: Can we duplicate the construction of the pyramids today?

CD: If the political will and money was available, a way could be found to build a Great Pyramid. Just like a way was made to land on the moon. President Kennedy gave the directive and scientists and engineers got to work removing obstacles that got in the way of making it happen.

Thank you, Chris Dunn.

After further research and study of source material on various theories, Chris concluded that the pyramids must have originally been built to provide a highly technical society with energy—in short, it was a very large machine. Discovering the purpose of this machine and documenting his case has taken the better part of twenty years of research and following the 1998 publication of Chris’s book, “The Giza Power Plant: Technologies of Ancient Egypt” which describes a holistic energy device that is harmonically coupled with the Earth and its inhabitants.

Chris has published over a dozen magazine articles, including the much quoted “Advanced Machining in Ancient Egypt” in Analog, August 1984, and has had his research referenced in over a dozen books on Egypt. In the United States he has appeared on PAX Television, the Travel Channel, Discovery Channel, The Learning Channel, Lifetime Television and most recently on the History Channel in the Ancient Alien episode “The Evidence”.

Chris’s second book, entitled “Lost Technologies of Ancient Egypt: Advanced Engineering in the Temples of the Pharaohs” was published by Inner Traditions/Bear & Company in June of 2010. In this work, Chris focuses on an important aspect of his research into the manufacturing capabilities of the ancient Egyptians and through his engineer’s eye and camera, reveals to his readers previously overlooked magisterial characteristics of Egyptian architectural and manufacturing wizardry.

Thank you for reading this and, like always and in all ways, Much Love to you!

Brandon Ellis
www.brandon-ellis.com

A Rear Admiral’s Journey to the North Pole — a Disputed True Event

This in an absolutely incredible story, and as usual, you need to go down the rabbit hole with me and explore the unknown. If it’s true, then holy crap. If it’s not, then so be it.

Years ago, a story came to light about a very famous Rear Admiral in the United States Navy named Richard Evelyn Byrd. The story was about his diary, and what was written within.

Admiral Richard Byrd was “an American naval officer who specialized in feats of exploration. He was a recipient of the Medal of Honor, the highest honor for valor given by the United States, and was a pioneering American aviator, polar explorer, and organizer of polar logistics. Aircraft flights in which he served as a navigator and expedition leader crossed the Atlantic Ocean, a segment of the Arctic Ocean, and a segment of the Antarctic Plateau. Byrd claimed that his expeditions had been the first to reach both the North Pole and the South Pole by air.” – Wikipedia

Amongst his many explorations, he was mostly known for his Antarctica expeditions and for a well known operation named “Operation Highjump”, which commenced on August, 26th 1946 and ended in late February of 1947. The operation included 4,700 men, 13 ships, and multiple aircraft. 

Why they went down there? That’s another story I’ll tell at a different time. 

Apparently, the story I’m about to leave you with was published in the U.S. at one point in time.

It’s titled: 

THE FLIGHT TO THE LAND BEYOND THE NORTH POLE

A Copy Of Admiral Richard B. BYRD
foreword by: Dr. William Bernard Ph.d., D.D.

The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. To say it is fascinating is to place it mildly, but to read it now for yourself, I know that you will conclude, in the Admirals own words. “Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of truth shall come forth again, and those who are of Darkness shall fall in its Light”. Dr. William Bernard Ph.d., D.D.

From Admiral Byrd:

I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It concerns my Arctic flight of the nineteenth day of February in the year of Nineteen and Forty Seven.

There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of the Truth!

I am not at liberty to disclose the following documentation at this writing. Perhaps it shall never see the light of public scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here for all to read one day.

In a world of greed and exploitation of certain of mankind can no longer suppress that which is truth.

FLIGHT LOG – BASE CAMP ARCTIC – 2/19/1947

0600 Hours- All preparations are complete for our flight north ward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.

0620 Hours- fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys are running smoothly.

0730 Hours- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.

0740 Hours- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pres sure indicator seems normal, however.

0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbulence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.

0815 Hours- Radio Check with base camp, situation normal.

0830 Hours- Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.

0910 Hours- Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course foe a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading. Position check made again to base camp, and relay information concerning colorations in the Ice and snow below.

0910 Hours- Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. Take bearing with Sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing!

0915 Hours- In the distance is what appears to be mountains.

0949 Hours- 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before!

0955 Hours- Altitude change to 2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.

1000 Hours- We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northward as best as can be ascertained. Beyond the mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over Ice and Snow! To the portside are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation Instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth!

1005 Hours- I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either moss or a type of tight knit grass. The Light here seems different. I cannot see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO!!! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed – it is definitely a mammoth-like animal! Report this to base camp.

1030 Hours- Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing on our heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their actions. Attempt to contact base camp. Radio is not functioning!

1130 Hours- Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and star board wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened. I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type!

1135 Hours- Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is:

“Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.”

I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.

1140 Hours- Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!

1145 Hours- I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply.

END LOG

From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened.

The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are received in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material.

Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!!

We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator.

We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter.

One of my hosts speaks.

“Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master…”

I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely.

Then I begin to see my surroundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice!

My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality,

“I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.”

I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs.

After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles.

He speaks softly again, and conveys the following:

“We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.”

Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath!

“Yes,” the Master replies with a smile. “You are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here.

“Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines, the “Flugelrads”, to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on.

“You see, we have never interfered before in your race’s wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist.

“You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.”

I interrupted,

“But what does this have to do with me, Sir?”

The Master’s eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied,

“Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it…”

I nodded, and the Master continued,

“In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon.

“Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science.

“It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour.. do you say I am mistaken?’

“No,” I answer. “It happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.”

“Yes, my son,” replied the Master. “The dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say.

“We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race.
Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife…and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message…..”

With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream….but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which.

Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side.

“This way, Admiral,” motioned one.

I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face.

“Farewell, my son,” he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.

Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master’s chamber and once again entered into the elevator.

The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, ‘We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.’

I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face.

As I approached, I said,

“It is all right, Howie, it is all right.”

The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately.

The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was immediately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way.

I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.

215 Hours – A radio message comes through.

‘We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!!!!’

We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.

The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts…

ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES

220 Hours- We are again over vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We radio them, they respond. We report all conditions normal….normal. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.

300 Hours- We land smoothly at base camp. I have a mission…..

END LOG ENTRIES.

March 11, 1947

I have just attended a staff meeting at the Pentagon. I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master.

All is duly recorded. The President has been advised. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty- nine minutes, to be exact.) I am interviewed intently by Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was an ordeal!!!!

I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of this United States of America. I am ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN REGARD TO ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, ON THE BEHALF OF HUMANITY!!! Incredible!

I am reminded that I am a military man and I must obey orders.

30/12/56 – FINAL ENTRY

These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind…

I now make my final entry in this singular diary. In closing, I must state that I have faithfully kept this matter secret as directed all these years. It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall.

This can be the only hope for mankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial complex.

Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end.

Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of Truth shall come again… and those who are of darkness shall fall in it’s Light… FOR I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN.

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy

24 December 1956

This story may or may not be true, as I said in the beginning. If it has some truth to it, I think we as a race and as a species are not going to fulfill the darkness the Master foresaw. I see light. I see an entire civilization coming together as one with peace, love — yes, I’m a hippy — and abundance.

With that said, even if this diary never existed, it’s still a fascinating story with important information to convey. And, convey it did.

Again, thank you for reading. I really appreciate you being here.

Much Love,

Brandon Ellis
www.brandon-ellis.com

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