Sorry for pointing out the obvious, but I'm sure there are still those oblivious.
I don't want to doxx myself, but can say that I've been on Reddit since 2008. Account since about 2011.
My primary account shall stay hidden - for obvious reasons, but I'm still surprised: I frequented Reddit for 8 years without a hiccup - then 2019 came around...
This is my 5th ban from r/conspiracy since that period.
I'm not important, and really - nor are you: "Nobody cares" - and off she goes.
Still: Most of y'all here are here for the same reason.
These are my recent efforts at probing into how r/con now works:
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https://old.reddit.com/r/conspiracy/comments/r3bj8q/mods_is_a_certain_mod_on_your_team_some_kind_of/ - (archived)
Questioning this one mod will leave you with a useless account.
-Go figure.
And if I'm correct: this is the 2nd time this guy has banned me whilst I have not broken any rules.
Several cultures around the world burn our loved ones to ashes.
While there are occult reasons for such, from a historical perspective, one of them stand out: cultures that does this, leave little archeological record of the citizens actually living there.
Several lenses can be put on-board here:
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Historical
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Smithsonian...
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Tartary
and other "lost" civilizations.
On this aspect: several civilizations were never "lost" - rather morphed from one mode of living into another.
There are the occasional "tantrum from space" aspect, and other geological havocs that displace folks, as well as dogma coming in form of books and symbols determined to eradicate anyone who do not adhere to the same books and symbols.
We, as humans (Homo Sapiens) have been around for about half-a-million years.
-That's a very long time.
If we consider Atlantis as an entity "pre-flood", they too would have their ancestors, spanning 488,000 years (using this math for convenience).
We've heard of the controversy regarding Pyramids - which are quite numerous - an global in scope. (Most have probably realized Pyramids were anything but literal tombs by now. Also: Pyramids in China is quite something.)
Further focusing on Egypt: then there's the water-erosion on the Sphinx.
And the records of the Egyptian (KMT > Kemet) Priesthood, which is said to span somewhere between 36,000-54,000 years - hence noticing cycles of the Heavens spanning somewhere in the vicinity of ~13,000 x 2 = 25,960 years (The "wobble" > Repeat of patterns), hence Virgin to Leo hence Sphinx, which is so badly eroded by water it cannot account for being in a desert, only being "a few thousand years old".
Zoroastrians and surviving Indian traditions leave their dead in pits for birds and other prey, but burial actually goes back a very long time. Several 10s of thousands of years.
We have always had an intricate respect for our close ones, and grave-stones could through the ages be found in the middle of nowhere.
But due to "lack of evidence", new skeletons have been compiled these last few hundred years to account for our "missing links".
When we still actually burn them away.
Something tell me this is deliberate.
Not just "practical" (an urn takes little space) - but I can't help but see this tradition as a continuous eradication of our historical record.
What do you say?
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
[Interlude]
(Stone, stone, stone...)
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
[Verse 3: Roger Waters]
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old