The Great Pyramid, Uncovered!

I’ve joined with an award winning Director and Producer to put together a Documentary of all things.  It’s turning out to be a wonderful project thus far.  I’ll bet you’ll never guess the topic!  For the past five weeks I’ve explored and researched a new concept for the Great Pyramids at Giza, planning, design, labor, engineering and construction.

As it appears,  practical explanations, functions and purpose are given for a host of never before attributed features of all three pyramids.

The Grand Gallery

The “Slots and Face Plate Stones” in the Grand Gallery

The Groove in the 3rd Corbeling

The Causeways

The Air Vents

The Upper Chambers of the King’s Chamber

The Erosion of the Sphinx

The Order of Construction

Quarrying and Stone Mobility

The Well Shaft

The Subterranean Chamber and its Well

Leveling during construction

The “Face Angles” on G1 and G2

The Megaliths in the Valley Temple of G2

The “hook” tool found in the Air Vent

The Dolerite Ball found in the Air Vent

The “burn marks” around the Air Vent openings

The shared Altitude of G1 and G2

Stay tuned or email/comment for further details.  The final form of THE SHAFT THEORY is not quite ready yet.

Thank you.

Inconvenient Truths :)

Startled, Joy pricked her pinky on a thorn as she cut a lovely rose for her kitchen bouquet.

The band and floats, in all their fanfare, scurried for shelter from the pounding rain.

A young woman appeared through the hospital curtain, “Dad,” she spoke as the informed family gasped at her presence on this day.

“When exactly did you grow to love that?” Richard questioned his bride on their wedding night.

“What’s this?” she asked, holding a credit card bill on February 13^th.

The quiet screamed loudly across his glowing white face as he witnessed the birth of his first child. The infant casting dark contrast on his wife’s pale chest.

A man whose great promise and joy which had now faded dimly toward apathy and sorrow stood before me, weepy and rough.  Just once more, and for today I reached forward to open the partially steamed medicine cabinet.

ON THE WALL

Walls, walls, too many surround,

Four by four inside and out and out.

The bricks and muddy lot don’t help,

Those fucking birds… dream.

Shave and brush, mess hall thugs,

Those fuckers, I don’t belong.

Sunny days are better, rain dampens,

The clear black puddles I avoid,

Mirrors them all, lie to me.