From Paul Dale Roberts February 20 2009 Interview with Peter Fotis Kapnistos,
American Journalist (alienseekernews.com).
Peter Fotis Kapnistos (copyright, 2009)
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In 1968 (1967-1968) when I was still a teenager in Ohio, I had a near-death experience. I really believe I died and felt myself float like a blue mist in a tunnel above my dead body. It’s very difficult to convey with mere words. There was a strong sense of deja vu or a remembrance that I had originated from that bodiless condition before I was born. I’m now convinced that’s where we all will return to again after death. Primal consciousness is entrenched in space itself – like a blazing home plate or cosmic singularity, but we are not aware of it in our everyday lives. It was only after I recalled Jesus that I suddenly unscrambled from that kaleidoscopic pattern and returned to my physical body. From that day on, I began to look for the person that freed me from a glowing pit or tunnel of light. About six years later, I unexpectedly found myself at the Athens Polytechnic University student riots that brought down the military dictatorship of the Greek Colonels. Upset by the shock of dodging tanks, teargas, and political bloodshed, I traveled in the spring to the Patmos group of islands.
Just before dawn on Saturday, April 20, 1974, as I sat near the port of the Aegean island of Mykonos, I met a Man in Black who telepathically revealed to me a metal seal, the cap of a well pipe in the flagstone near my feet, with the design of what he said was the universe engraved on it. The man was well dressed, like a bridegroom, or a young business executive. I could hear his soft voice in my mind with perfect clarity. He told me that his father had claimed the judgment of Hitler’s soul. Astonished by that weird idea, I tried to get up from my chair and walk on. But the stranger stopped me. Stepping forward, he stretched out both his arms with his fingers extended in my direction. Then he turned and looked across the bay. Dawn had arrived. But a thick black line or dark rectangular object blocked out part of the orange sun. I heard him say, Peter, will you look at me? When I did, the man fixed his concentration and asked me; do you know what I must do?
He then broke the metal seal by melting its small central rod with a forceful gaze. I could see a cloud of steam or vapor swirling around his forehead. I heard the loud trumpet-blast of a ship’s horn, but I didn’t see any large boats moving in the harbor. He walked towards me and said; know the faith, as he passed by my chair. Then he disappeared into the village footpaths behind me. The sun looked normal again. Crisis apparitions are usually associated with projections of the subconscious mind, due to stress or emotional shock. But this occurrence had an effect on external matter — the center of the metal seal was broken — and I later photographed it to have a record. The well seal was a very old atomic symbol of heavy hydrogen or deuterium. Its broken nucleus signifies binary fission, the strongest force in nature.
I spent over thirty years trying to decipher the meaning of that amazing experience. The metal seal received publicity in the Greek press long before it appeared on the Internet. A popular Greek magazine and local Mykonos newspapers reported it — and it seems that even an Athenian cocktail lounge, the Louki, was named after it. Some people wonder why I’d waste my time with what appeared to be a common sewer cap. But I can assure you the seal is not a gutter lid. In fact, the well of Mykonos has an amazing legend to it, particularly with pilgrims and pirates. For example, a fourth century Apocalypse of Paul says: And he took me from the north side and set me over a well, and I found it sealed with seven seals. As it turns out, the founder of the Mykonos Folklore Museum reproduced a detailed map of the original Mykonos castle’s courtyard as it remained until the 17th century. It shows seven seals or shutoff valves and outlets leading to submerged well shafts, with an eighth outlet crossed out, rising up from an underground aquifer that yields fresh water where the cave of a pirate’s hideout was recently discovered. That means that seven of the well seals were at least a few centuries old, although many other seals were probably added to the well system throughout the years. By the mid 1970s, the antiquated well canales of Mykonos were finally unsealed for renovations.
The main church of the Mykonos castle is from the 15th century. Construction began in 1475 and its Italian name, Paraportiani or Postern Gate, means small inner door or beyond the small door, perhaps because it was next to the gate of the medieval castle, which was completely destroyed by invading pirates in the mid 1500s. The assault was a lead up to the Council of Trent in 1545, and the decision to reject classical Greek art as a detested thing. Early churches were often constructed over the ruins of pre-Christian temples. Perhaps this was also the site of an ancient mystery school of Kore or Persephone, with a certain pit of gold hidden under ground. The ill or injured from nearby Delos were probably brought to the curative spring of Mykonos situated in a grotto beneath the shore, which served as a sick-quarters, enforced by the Delian purification laws. In honor of the serpent-bearer, or the Rod of Asclepius, which represented the healing aspect of the medical arts, non-poisonous snakes were left to crawl on the floor in areas where the sick and injured slept. The bottomless well may have been a hospice for diagnosis and treatment before it became known as a snake pit of suffering.
In 1912 archeologists discovered the ruins of a Jewish synagogue on Delos thought to date from the first century B.C. Found in the ruins was a stone chair (mentioned in Matt 23:2). This seat, sometimes referred to as the Seat of Moses, was probably used by the leader of the synagogue. (read more…)
To add to the brainteaser, Robert Louis Stevenson used a map of Mykonos to illustrate his famous story of Treasure Island. The most important treasury of the ancient Greek world was located on the small rocky islet of Delos, almost touching the western tip of Mykonos. Pirates plundered the fabulous wealth of Delos and reduced it to a barren skeleton island. William Captain Kidd committed his first act of piracy only a few nautical miles from the shores of Mykonos, and the bulk of that treasure has never been found. Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Robert Louis Stevenson was commissioned by a major publishing house (Lippincott’s of Philadelphia, 1883) to write a factual book about the Aegean islands, complete with his map of Mykonos, but he finally had to abandon the task because of poor health.
Perhaps the most mind-boggling aspect of the seal of Mykonos is its likeness to the Bruce Codex diagrams from the University of Oxford. The Bruce Codex contains 2nd century AD manuscripts found in 1769 in Upper Egypt by James Bruce, a Scottish traveler who explored the source of the Nile. Though still largely unknown to the general public, the Codex Brucianus diagrams are probably the world’s oldest graphic images of the seal of the living God as mentioned in St John’s Revelation. If you would like to learn more about my paranormal experience please look at my report: Directed Panspermia and the MIB Experience.
In my opinion the ancient well descriptions imply that complex organic molecules are outgassing from a seafloor fissure made by a prehistoric comet collision. Here perhaps is the starting point of all life on earth. And because humans are life forms, we relate to it biologically — even on a subconscious level. For that reason, if you think I’m leading you to a scene that should only exist in youthful fantasies, remember, this is a very real place. In fact, I went to the trouble of taking my story to Washington D.C., by personally handing over my correspondence and seal photos to an official in the White House mailroom in 1977. George Bouloukos, a parapsychologist linked to the Edgar Cayce group, afterward hypnotized me and recorded it on video to help me remember more details. So abandon your shyness and let me take you to a charismatic island where young people fall in love, and Ben Gunn, the mysterious man of the island, watches over a remarkable treasure — with reasons of his own — and waits to greet his entrusted new guests.
Uri-El is the Archangel of salvation. Legend says it is Uriel who stands at the gate of the Lost Eden, with a fiery sword. He was the dark angel (Genesis 32) or man in black who wrestled with Jacob at Peniel (“face of God”). Jacob asked him, “Do tell me your name, please.” He answered, “Why should you want to know my name?” Uriel then gave Jacob his new name, Israel. Uriel is noted in the 2nd century BC Book of Enoch (chapter xxi), as the Archangel who helps us with natural disasters and is called for to avert such events, or to heal and recover in their aftermath. He is the great instructor who teaches us that art and study are for experiencing the joy of liberation that comes as wisdom is gained. Among his symbols are the scroll and the book (with seven seals). The name Uri-el probably predates the ancient Mesopotamian city of Ur (ouranos is the sky or light of heaven). Uriel was the legendary Sumerian Lord (El) of Ur, or the Archangel who conveyed the faith of monotheism to Abram and gave him his new name, Abraham. According to an Apocalypse of Peter once ranked next in popularity to the canonical Apocalypse of St. John, it is the Archangel Uriel who will resurrect the dead when appealed so by the Lord: “And soul and spirit shall the great Uriel give them at the commandment of God; for him hath God set over the rising again of the dead at the day of judgment.”
|On a cool and misty morning north of the Nile, as I sat near the harbour of an ancient isle, he walked by the waterfront and watched me for a while.|
The man in black arrived, looking absolutely normal, at twilight’s top part. His attire was dark and formal, exclusively ported by a man with a cart.
His appearance was that of a wealthy young regent, a minister bridegroom or government agent. Embedded in the flagstone between us was a seal, the cap of an old well water pipe wheel.
From where I sat, a tarnished gear; the atom came to mind. I could, his voice in English hear, striding a space behind, tell me the flattened sphere design, of the seal, was the universe.
I thought of the heavens, vast and diverse; the brilliance of stars, the comet’s glowing hail. But I also wondered why the atom did entail world class weapons of mass destruction scale. A dictator’s raiment, etched with bombs, in the cracks of broken pavement.
As I thought, the stranger moved to the edge of the enclavement. He then, standing by a church flagpole, introduced himself as granite – heir of man’s failed cultural goal – beneficiary of a planet sired by Hitler’s disclaimed soul.
I was suspect of the man’s stealth. What was his business, arriving like a thief, at this unexpected hour of the morning? I considered my own health and vainly sought relief from his sudden waterfront warning.
But the stranger forestalled me, pacing closer to my chair. With six fingers pointed my way, he waved his fists like claws in the air, and assumed the upright stance of a lion appointed to slay.
Turning towards a distant bay…
I was stunned by the calm of a rush of common sense. In an instance of blush, and quiet reverence, I bowed with a hush to the island’s mighty guest. The bride was made ready, at her glorious best, to steer our hearts steady for the ultimate test. I knew, at that moment, just what he must do. I learned, on that morning, the bridegroom’s last quest: to make good his warning of judgment, past rest.
Psychologist Carl Jung once mentioned a patient who claimed that he saw a tube in the sun. Jung referred to the sun-barge of the Alexandrian school of mysticism and a papyrus passage: “For you will see hanging down from the disc of the sun something that looks like a tube.” There is evidence that other persons also saw a black line obstructing the Mykonos sun. The apparent atmospheric anomaly was recently photographed by a musician tourist in Mykonos.
Were you at the day of rotunda?
Were you with the sons of thunder?
(Indigenous throat-singing, pop culture.)
|The Luther Bible (1545) depicts the
“Seal of God” as a mystic plate or disc carried by an angel.
The 12th Century story of the Grail told by Chretien de Troyes speaks of “un graal,” or platter. The mystical island of the Grail was Sarras. The holy disc was kept in a castle called Carbonek (also Corbenic and Corbin). The nameless castle of Mykonos was destroyed by invading pirates in the 1500s. But “Carbonaki” is still an unspoiled byword among local Mykonians, who settled an American community in Carbondale, Illinois.
Mykonos’ Paraportiani means small inner doorway or Postern Gate, and perhaps was constructed over the ruins of an ancient pre-Christian Greek temple. Carbonari was the name of a secret political society in France and Italy during the early nineteenth century.
More: Journey to the Center of the Seal
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