Mark Hammons ( Apr 5 1995 writes: Living Crystals of Atlantis, I

Earlier this year I was blessed with a rather unique experience brought about by a request from one of our illustrious number here to whom I had offered a Christmas gift of any information I could obtain for him through the use of my sensibilities. Such offers are not made lightly, nor often; and I was frankly very surprised by his request. To the near contempt of his wife, I was asked not for winning lottery numbers but–get this wisdom:

“What is in the hidden chamber located near the Sphinx?”

So, I went to have a look-see. I did not expect much, really, since I had not been curious before. And to my utter astonishment, I encountered something so wonderful that it has, on reflection, changed my consciousness. If it can do this half a world away, what the physical presence of the thing can bring about will be as exciting a discovery as anyone could hope for.

As the time draws upon us for the revelations of the ancient civilization that we summarize by the label “Atlantis,” I must first stop and pay homage to the great seer Edgar Cayce, who spent his life giving us glimpses of a vanished world for which until the future now at hand there would be little tangible physical evidence; and all of that misidentified or misinterpreted, either out of ignorance or outright malice.

I did not believe Edgar Cayce for many years. I could read his words, like everyone else, but I did not ascribe any more real to them than I did Edgar Rice Burroughs. In fact, I categorized them both simply as a pleasant read, and that was all. Nice visions, which could induce a wistful reverie replete with images from the now-vanished series of Atlantis-themed movies that sprouted during the 1960s of my youth.

How simple life used to be, when lasers existed only in B grade movies, and channels were something selectable on television (and there were only three!). Now, I see what is upon us and I am relieved. Relieved to understand that someone who worked as hard for others as Edgar Cayce did by giving over his lifetime to trance states–a sacrifice, yes–to heal many people he would never meet, and receive largely poverty and ridicule for his trouble.

I am also relieved to understand that, yes, my own time can be a fantastic one, where the forces of right can outweigh the forces of wrong when the truth can come irrefutably to light, as is about to happen–indeed has already happened and we wait only to be informed. What we call “Atlantis” is a Greek permutation of the sound “atl.” It is no accident that this same sound survived in the languages of the New World, either.

It is perhaps the oldest sound on earth with a continuous meaningful resonance. Much of the Greek story is true in a sense, but like the earlier chapters of the Judeo-Christian Bible, it is only a shadow of a former reality. The ancient Egyptians caught only the barest echo in their brief associations with the remnants of what were the “Atlanteans,” who were themselves only the distant descendants of the original settlers of that now almost vanished island continent. Only the incorruptible biological memories of some eels in their yearly progress from the European mainland to the Sargasso Sea serves as a living reminder of what was once their spawning estuaries.

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The Atlanteans, to use a word, were a race of non-physical beings in the sense that you are used to the notion of a body. They were noncorporeal mind streams, who could project themselves into the material world. You can think of them as “aliens” in that truest of senses, for they were not bipeds or monopods.

They floated about with–for lack of a better phrase–an atmosphere. And they came to earth for reasons that we cannot even conceive. But in time they became attached to it, to the pleasures of life, moving from one organic body to another–and they got trapped. Like an addiction. In a narrative sense, they were seeds of a sort, but how do you talk in mental abstractions about something that was completely outside such gross and clumsy things as language? In any event, what concerns us is their gift, the lasting presence of their existence on the earth which is about to come into our hands–and minds.

Atlanteans communicated by images. Spoken and written languages appeared only later when their awareness of their original noncorporeal states disappeared. This happened because they liked sex, basically. When it is said that the division of the sexes came only recently, the cleavage (sorry) of what had been one androgynous mind stream became two–male and female consciousness, even though the anthropoids into which they projected themselves, of course, already possessed these biological distinctions.

When this division happened, there was a separation from direct awareness of their former existence. They became mired, and as they procreated their abilities became weaker and weaker (Remember this is a very brief account of what is vastly more complex and detailed). Rather than communicate directly by mind-to-mind actuality, they found themselves using secondary images–memories.

They still had strong psi energies–telepathy was to them what television is to us. In time, to their horror, they discovered that they could not contain all the memories that they wanted. We have just skipped about 50,000 years of history here, but I am wanting only to talk about what is being dug up on the Giza plateau. For a while, Atlantean incarnations still had flashes of great spiritual power. It was in the use of this that the idea of the “living” crystals was conceived and executed.

Exceedingly pure silicon was formed with certain trace metallic elements that interacted with the electromagnetic field of the earth. These things were unutterably pure and vibrant. Their resonance was tuned to such a delicate pitch that these crystals could be impressed with the contents of an Atlantean mind–which was still exponentially more powerful than the current human one. In effect, lives could be deposited in these crystals as “memories,” something akin to a hard drive in our terms.

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The living crystals were made during only a brief period of time, before the decay of the Earth’s magnetosphere because of their other technologies. While many were made, and they were housed with the greatest of reverence, they became in time the source of great contention–even vast bloodletting. Finally, most were either lost, hidden, or destroyed by quakes.

But some few survived and were retrieved from their hiding places when it was clear that the end was near for their ancient civilization. One of these was taken to Egypt, where it was impressed with the conscious awareness of all their history, all their knowledge and what they could of their living culture. It is in this sense that the crystal is “living,” not that the crystal itself is biological. And it is this crystal that is about to be unearthed. Merely the presence of the human minds in contact with it will cause the activation of what is the equivalent of a radio broadcast. We will all hear what the crystal was left to tell us.

No one can hide it, no one can deny you possession. Even the attempt to destroy it will fail, because the crystals are sacred in the purest sense. No one can act to destroy it, because that act is not possible toward the stone.

Perhaps from this brief description, you can see why they were so valued.

There is no need to learn about Atlantean. If you want, it will be in your head, full and complete. And you will know, through direct perception, what Atlantis was truly about. You will feel the terrific sadness they felt, the loss and the depression of failure. You will have the direct perception of how they saw the world, and the warning implicit in their hall of records.

And you will understand the shape of the great pyramid, what it did, and why it was built. And you will feel the sadness that I feel when I realize that the Golden Age is not a myth, that there once was a time when death did not walk the earth. Whatever part of you that contains remnants of that in your genes will resonant–and to the ability you are able, you will be resurrected, even in the flesh.

Surprise, surprise.

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