The Golden Temple Library of Mu
Posted by Angel of Truth. on January 24, 2011 at 3:30pm
The Golden Temple Library of Mu
Kanchipuram is one of the seven holy cities of Hindus. Shiva
Vishnu Kanchi, this is the holy name of the place is also known as the "city of thousand temples" praised. In its heyday, when it was the capital of the Pallava empire, took this name to doubt. There
are remains of the ancient religious buildings, only about 120 temples.
Nevertheless, Kanchipuram is one of the most unusual temple cities of India. Your Gopurams, the massive gate towers of the temple, rise impressively above the broad, hitzeflimmernden level and are visible from a distance.
In Kanchipuram is also one of the mysterious palm leaf libraries, which are scattered throughout the subcontinent. The original copy of palm leaves was kept there by a group of mythological beings - often - the Rishis. They should have lived around 5000 BC. According
to tradition, the Rishis their extraordinary spiritual abilities used to read from the Akashic Records, called "Memory of the World", the lives of millions of
people and to fix it in writing. The entire life of these people, from birth until the exact time of her death, was in Old Tamil - written - a language that is now dominated by only a few
initiates. The Urbibliothek the Rishis, it is a tradition that did not consist of palm leaf manuscripts, but was made of very durable material. There
is talk of engraved stone slabs, and inscribed tablets from precious metal. From
this original twelve copies exist today on palm leaf manuscripts are preserved
in as many libraries across India. About 10 percent of palm leaves to contain information on the fate of non-Indians. Anyone
who wants to know what holds the destiny for him has to, but even go to India in one of the palm leaf libraries.I visit India since 1993 and have since visited seven of the twelve palm leaf libraries. My palm leaves contained information and detailed data about the past, some even
from previous incarnations of my future in this life, and statements about very personal, even intimate matters, which, as far as they concerned the past were
also checked and were true. I even managed, in the palm leaf library of Chennai (Madras) to get my personal
palm leaf. The manuscript has been studied by leading specialists in Europe for alttamilische philology. The analysis showed that this actually is my resume, and not to any religious
text. Also adopted from the Nuclear Research Center Rossendorf, Saxony determination of age
of the palm leaf using the C-14 method. Accordingly,
the tested palm leaf is over 350 years. With
all due caution, I would interpret this as evidence that at least 350 years before anyone knew my resume so far, when he copied from an older
manuscript. In the palm leaf libraries not only to predict the individual stories of different
people are kept. There are also a number of palm leaf manuscripts, the contents of dealing with future
social, technological and scientific developments. They are the legacy of those beings who were in ancient India known as the Rishis,
and of those states that they died not physical death, but at the beginning of the Kali Yuga, the so-called "Iron Age", in which humanity now lives, retired to the Pure Lands. The
knowledge of the existence of such places was once widespread in Asia.
From
China is delivered, it is in the Kunlun Mountains enter the valley, where
immortals lived in harmony not seen before. Indian
legends tell of Kalapa, a place to be in the perfect man at home. From
the old Russia reports are known, according to which one has only to trace the
path of the Tatar hordes in Mongolia, to get to Belovodye, home to holy men in
the land of the white water. The
inhabitants of these realms is next to a high moral and social development level
nachgerühmt primarily an extraordinary spiritual maturity.
But
the Rishis are still omnipresent in the temple town of Kanchipuram. The
visitors met their tracks in Sri Ekambaranatha temple. This
sanctuary is one of the greatest religious buildings of Kanchipuram.
But his area
covers nine hectares of land. The
temple is surrounded by a huge outer wall of granite. His Gopuram is extremely
impressive. one
with a height of more than sixty meters of built of granite, with images of
goddesses, gods and heroes of Indian mythology capped colossus of the largest
temple towers in South India. Inside
the temple, surrounded the central building five more fencing of the sanctuary
and a thousand-pillar hall, as found in all South Indian Hindu temples.
In
reality, the hall consists only of 540 highly decorated with intricate carvings
of granite pillars, which all show scenes from the Mahabharata, the Ramayana and
some other Indian epics.
In
this temple there is an archive which preserves the ancient sacred texts.
This
includes not only historical traditions and rules of life and yogic secret
manuscripts that describe the magic rituals, and texts of the Jothir Veda, the
Hindu science of the future interpretation. Strangers
is usually closed this library, as well as non-Hindus, access to the central
sanctuary of the temple is prohibited. Just
over one hundred years ago, a man from the United States have reached even after
Kanchipuram on his journey through India. He became
friends with a priest of the temple school. The
Americans looked for traces of a lost civilization, which he believed that she
had once existed in what is now Pacific. When
the priest realized the overwhelming interests of the residents of the past, he
made it a part of that ancient stone slabs from the temple library accessible to
the carved text of the decline of the country reported that the Americans called
Mu. This
stranger, the story of which the priests of the temple was still happy, the
researcher and writer James Churchward. In
his books on the lost continent, he also mentions the mysterious temple library
of Kanchipuram.
In
recent years, I had already tried frequently, as well as once Churchward get
access to the mysterious temple archive, but so far without success.
On 23 July 2010 I
visited the temple of Sri Ekambaranatha again. This
time I was not as usual from my friend Naryan, a young temple priest received,
but by a small stature, yet very dignified older gentleman who introduced
himself as Pachayappa. Apparently,
he held an influential position in the temple, for the other priests he met with
the utmost respect. Unlike Naryan
but he barely spoke English. Reich
gesture, he expressed great joy that I wore as a White Navagraha ring.
This
ring is in the faith of Hindus to insure his support of the favor of nine
planets of Vedic astrology. Then I meant Pachayappa to
follow him. He
led me deeper into the labyrinthine hall of the temple complexes. Here
lit torches and oil lamps scattered sparsely an eternal twilight. The
walls and columns of perfectly bonded very heavy granite blocks were not
decorated as rich as in the outer regions. I
had the feeling for me to move in an empty factory building than through the
colonnades of a sacred building. The
halls, niches and arcades seemed strangely functional and could miss any
religious pomp. These
spaces should be inspired by the works in which they used the Vimanas, the
vehicles of gods and sages, designed and built. In
fact, can be interpreted a number of areas of Sri Ekambaranatha temple even
without much imagination as replicas of loading docks, workshops and hangars.
Pachayappa
led me into the old, already severely dilapidated and inaccessible to visitors
actually officially part of the Sri Ekambaranatha temple. Before
an iron-bound door he stopped and pointed with some gesture to the bottom:
"Rishi place!" - A place of
Rishis? What did he mean? I should soon know. The
priest opened using a key, the huge old door. Grinding
it turned on its hinges, and gave a view of a staircase that seemed to lead to
unfathomable depths. Pachayappa
lit an oil lamp and pressed me a second in hand. Electric light was not
comfortable here. In the
dim light of our two Funzeln we descended. After
a time that seemed endless, the stairs ended before a second, also studded with
metal door. The
priest opened it and took me to the right by about ten to twelve meters long and
more than eight feet high gear to another door that hid a further
staircase. Again
it went down the stairs, back doors had opened and then closed carefully, a
total of seven pieces. About three flights
of stairs we had climbed into the depths. Two of them
were each 108 steps, the third only their 54th
Then
with Pachayappa meant that we were finally at the place of Rishis. The
priest lit oil lamps more who stood polished in small niches along the walls
acting as granite. In
its smoky glow stretched before me a long gallery, from which branches off to
the left several rooms. At its
end, the course expanded to a small room. It was hot, stuffy
and very dusty down here. The pungent
smell of bat droppings in my nose pierced. If
it was true that this system had been created by the Rishis, then had here
probably since no one cleaned. Spiders
and other, less confidence-inspiring feel creepy-crawlies here or at any
rate. In
my mind I cursed the custom of any Hindu temple allowed to enter only
barefoot. But
if I was already advanced so far, I wanted to know why I had brought the priest
here.
The rooms on my
left aroused my interest. It
consisted of nine rectangular halls of about 25 meters long and 15 meters
wide. The
ceiling of these chambers was quite low. I could touch it
with his outstretched hand. In
contrast to the smooth walls of the corridors, which I had previously crossed
the walls of these rooms were covered with reliefs, as I knew them from the
Mandapam, the rock temples at Mahabalipuram. These
were the "Rishi Puranas," explained Pachayappa, depicting the life of the
cultural charms of ancient India. But
what I took away the breath, these things I saw in the chambers. Three
rooms were filled almost to the ceiling with panels of black granite.
Inscribed tablets! It had to be thousands, tens
of thousands! Both
sides of such postcard-sized stone tablets were covered in tight rows with tiny
engraved sign an unfamiliar script. Other
plates showed fine running on geometric patterns reminiscent of technical
drawings, maps and astronomical images. The stones were
described surprisingly hard. In
its polished surface there was a clear, despite the ever-present dust, the
unknown characters. I
asked about their meaning. The
Brahmin is the oldest form of old-Tamil writing, I said Pachayappa. The
Rishi is said to have Agasthyia they once created to record the legacy of the
Seven Sages.
Then I carried on the old
priest. The
three chambers were filled with thin sheets of labeled a yellow metal.
Is that what I did there?
Yes, the old man smiled, it
was gold. Every
54 of these gold plaques on the size of my notebook (about 14 cm x 10 cm with a
thickness of about 2 mm - 3 mm) were combined into a book. Here,
too, used the creator of this incredible library again both sides of the
panels. But
unlike their stone likenesses had the gold plates on its upper narrow side a
fine eye through which ran a massive bolt that connected the panels to a
book. When
reading this bolt is removed, as I presents Pachayappa. I watched him speechless with
astonishment to. I
was impressed not necessarily the material value of the library, but the amount
of knowledge stored here from prehistoric times. It
was an incredible wealth of knowledge that lay dormant here for millennia.
But
my companion I had more to show. In
the last three warehouses stored more tablets of silver and bronze, the "seven
metals" as it is called in India. These
plates showed a very strong patina covering, so that the engraved, only a few
millimeters wide characters, in contrast to the gold plates were barely
recognizable. I
used a handkerchief as cleaning rags and sweaty after minutes polishing looked
at least a silver plate again as if it was just described. During
my tour in these chambers, I also came across strange strange rolls of metal
foil that seemed somehow familiar. Pachayappa
noticed my interest and led to me how to open so a scroll left. It
was enough to smooth the top of the slide, and it rolled itself off, then as a
sheet of paper to stay completely lie flat. Conversely,
it was enough to turn the film a little, that they are automatically rolled
up. This
only one side labeled metal films was very thin, yet incredibly durable.
The
appearance of his reminding her of titanium material was wrinkle tear
neither. The
characters seemed not engraved, but rather to be etched. Somewhere I had
already seen these films. Then
it struck me like scales from the eyes - in James Churchward book such a role
was ready to buy! No
doubt, I was really in the Urbibliothek the Rishis, here, under the Sri
Ekambharanatha temple!
Finally
the old priest took me in the tenth chamber of the underground facility at the
end of the gallery. In
the middle of the room rose a column of about 1.50 m high from a solid black
material. This
Shiva lingam, the symbol of the three main Hindu gods, was not made of stone,
assured me Pachayappa. Curiously,
the lingam appeared weak to glow from within. It was a fine, diffuse glow.
Energetic
me from the priest out to touch the pillar. That
is very dangerous for the uninitiated, he tried to explain to me, since there
would be danger to life and limb. I
had no reason Pachayappa after recent events, distrust, and followed his advice
in the semi-circle behind the mysterious statues Lingam knew I was seven - the
seven Rishis. Bhrigu,
their leader, stood in the middle, flanked by Shuka, Kakabhujanda, Vashishta,
and all the others. One of the seven was
zwergenhaftem growth. This
had to be Aghasthiya, the creator of the old Tamil from which it was said in the
legends, he was physically a dwarf, but mentally was a giant. The
life-size statues of the Rishis gleaming metallic. It
may be that they were made of gold or gilded silver plate.
In
the back of the room was another door, but Pachayappa me meant that he would not
open. A
passage behind it was the beginning of a huge underground tunnel system, of
which I had already heard before. From
the shrine of the Rishis of widely branching tunnels lead up to the popular town
of Mahabalipuram in India traveling from the coast of the Gulf of Bengal.
The
town lies 58 km south of Chennai (formerly Madras) in the Indian state of Tamil
Nadu. He
hides underground secrets that no one knows yet. In
the south of the village, the English built around 1910 the modern lighthouse,
which today provides its service. Below
this lighthouse on the sea side opposite of the plateau in the distant past, a
cave temple from the hard gneiss rock was worked out. This
Varagha-Mandapam is maintained today by a Brahmin family and is actually
available only for Hindus. The
interior of the sanctuary offers excellent carved images of gods and heroes of
ancient India. But
not only the well-preserved sculptures and reliefs of the Mandapam make that
interesting, but his entrance to the secret labyrinth of tunnels and underground
streets that lead up to this point of Kanchipuram. Operational
under the town Thirukazikundram combine it with a Thirukalikum Davam designated
as Shiva Temple, which towers over the city on a rocky cliff. The
entire mountain is said to be riddled with underground tunnels as a Swiss
cheese. At
least that say the locals. From
there, put the tunnel to continue to Kanchipuram, which is about 60 km from
Mahabalipuram is removed. Here
they end in the old part of the sacred Sri Ekambaranatha also Shiva
temple. The Shrine of
the Rishis I stood in front of these tunnels. According
to legend, they are so large that two riders on horseback in full armor, the
transitions occur side by side. A
modern road vehicles would thus not a problem to navigate the tunnel.
Once,
these programs have served the rulers of the Pallava as secret liaison and
escape tunnels through which unseen in the event of war, and entire units of
troops and quickly move from one place to another could. Local
legends, however, show that the Pallava only a far older, artificial cave system
for their purposes to and removals. The
connecting tunnel, which Mahabalipuram to Kanchipuram, are therefore much older
than the Pallava dynasty. These
tunnel systems should even still be largely intact. However,
an inspection is usually prohibited with regard to some, partly fatal accidents
that should have happened in the past two decades in this underground
labyrinth. It
appears that, in some sections of the underground system accumulated Stick gases
that may be the cause of the deaths into account.
Archaeological
excavations in the town Thirukalikundram the early eighties of the twentieth
century brought to light rich finds of bronze statues and inscribed stone
tablets. The
lyrics were written in the Brahmin, the most primitive form of the old Tamil,
and have not been translated. These
finds are now in the archive of the archaeological find of the Kanchipuram
district administration. Meanwhile,
the excavations for lack of money has been relisted. Parts
of coastal tunnel systems have been flooded by brackish water, because it
depends on the country's population tentatively as agricultural irrigation
channels had been misused. This
subsequently led to a significant salinization of arable land and a sharp
decrease in sales of rice crops in the affected areas. According
to the archaeologists to the still unopened parts of the subterranean labyrinth
involve other archaeological treasures. This view of
the scientist, I can only confirm. Walk-in
entrances to the tunnel system are to my knowledge only on the grounds of the
temple in Kanchipuram Sri Ekambaranatha. The
entrance in Varagha-Mandapam of Mahabalipuram is sealed on official statement in
the nineties of the last century was.
I
had no feeling of how much time had passed really, since I had entered the
underground library than me Pachayappa headed back to the surface. On
leaving, he gave me a small table from a shimmering yellow metal. It measures 4 cm by 4 cm
square. I
do not know if it comes from the library or Pachayappas personal
property. But
the characters engraved on it will contain the key to understanding the legacy
of the Rishis. These
are in addition to a six-pointed star appears to symbols of the old-Tamil
script, combined with calculations of Vedic astrologer. "Come
back when you understand, let me know Pachayappa. The
question of deciphering the characters is one of the reasons why I wrote this
Article.
When,
after a cordial farewell to Pachayappa left the temple, golden glow of the last
rays of the sun, the mighty Gopurams. A
cool breeze had risen up and drove the dust of a busy day. I
headed in the stream of pilgrims and tourists towards my accommodation -
satisfied and once again surprised by India.
Poss, near Dresden, August 2010
Thomas Ritter