According to the AETHER Tartaria narrative: "When Parasites (the New World Order) defeated earh's original inhabitants, photography became an essential tool to create a false reality or an illusion of normalcy between survivors - who lived in remote areas - and future generations to be indoctrinated." AETHER By Marcia Ramalho https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vI8FIpDpNg8 at 1:40:19
MISSING PEOPLE
This photo is identified as "A Late Afternoon in the State St. Area, 1880s---A lovely view, but where are all the people?" Helena As She Was: http://helenahistory.org/early_city_views.htm
I saw this photo that was identified as "A Late Afternoon in the State St. Area, 1880s---A lovely view, but where are all the people?" There are no people...no dogs or horses...nothing is alive. No plants or trees. No means of transportation. Empty buildings and streets.
ABANDONED CITIES
1852-1857 ARC DE TRIOMPHE DA CARROUSEL AND THE COUR NAPOLEAN from the Tuileries Getty Museum EMPTY
"When Mary arrived in Montana in 1885, there were about 150 people living at the mission, including American Indian and white students as well as the staff. By cultivating a large garden and hunting game, Mary worked to ensure that all staff and students were fed. She also coordinated the delivery of supplies to the isolated mission. She lived on the property but refused to be paid for her work." https://www.nps.gov/people/mary-fields.htm
"AWARD-WINNING CREATIVE NONFICTION BIOGRAPHY 1885 - 1914 Mary Fields, a fifty-three-year-old second-generation slave, emancipated and residing in Toledo, receives news of her friend’s impending death. Remedies packed in her satchel, Mary rushes to board the Northern Pacific. Days later, she arrives in the Montana wilderness to find Mother Mary Amadeus lying on frozen earth in a broken-down cabin. Certain that the cloister of frostbit Ursuline nuns and their students, Indian girls rescued from nearby reservations, will not survive without assistance, Mary decides to stay. She builds a hennery, makes repairs to living quarters, cares for the stock, and treks into the mountains to provide food. Brushes with death do not deter her. Mary drives a horse and wagon through perilous terrain and sub-zero blizzards to improve the lives of missionaries, homesteaders and Indians and, in the process, her own.
St. Peters Mission
Urusline Convent at St. Peters Mission Ursinine arrived in Oct 1884
St. Peters Mission - Photograph by Julie Ryder 2024
The Timekeeper’s Bloodline! While researching for my first book, Tesla & The Cabbage Patch Kids, I stumbled upon something far more disturbing than I anticipated. What began as a curious investigation into forgotten patents unraveled into the possibility of a tangled web of time travel, lost empires and generational manipulation. The deeper I dug the more I realized that Tesla’s greatest invention wasn’t about energy, it was about time.
Shortly before his death in 1943, Nikola Tesla was rumored to have unlocked the secrets of temporal displacement, aided not by his own genius alone, but by ancient Tartarian technology, salvaged from ruins now erased from history. These devices, imbued with impossible energy signatures, became the blueprint for Tesla’s final project - a prototype time machine. When he died in his room at the Hotel New Yorker, government agents raided his possessions and the most classified materials were never logged into evidence.
They were actually taken by a trusted insider, John G. Trump, Donald Trump’s uncle. A respected scientist, yes but also a man who may have become the gatekeeper of forbidden knowledge. Rather than destroy the files or share them, John is believed to have hidden them, safeguarding the secrets of time for his bloodline. And from that bloodline came Barron Trump, a boy whose very presence feels displaced, whose silence echoes too loudly.
Then the books emerged. Written in the late 1800s by Ingersoll Lockwood, they describe a young aristocrat named Baron Trump, guided by a mentor called Don, residing in Castle Trump. The similarities are grotesquely uncanny. The events are disturbingly prophetic. Many now believe these books were not written in the past at all, but implanted there, a deliberate act of timeline manipulation, meant to cultivate a mythos that would later be mistaken as fate. And now Elon Musk, the world’s most unassuming supervillain, enters the stage. At the helm of Tesla Inc. he stands as the inheritor of the brand and perhaps the secrets of Nikola Tesla. Musk has the ambition, the resources and the unsettling detachment necessary to resume Tesla’s work. If the stolen documents survived John G. Trump, Musk may now possess themand with them, the keys to time itself.
What I uncovered in my research was not just theory. It was a pattern. A playbook. A warning. Time is not linear, it’s a weapon and someone has already pulled the trigger. Guy Anderson - Author Tesla & The Cabbage Patch Kids Rise of the Clones: The Cabbage Patch Babies FB April 11, 2025
Winnemucca Lake is home to several petroglyphs long believed to be very old. In 2013, researchers dated the carvings to between 14,800 and 10,500 years ago. Either date would make them the oldest known petroglyphs found in North America. The carvings lie within the Pyramid Lake Indian Reservation.It is in northwest Nevada and sits astride the border between Washoe and Pershing counties. April 12, 2025
Stephen Aube· Ancient bust of the Geto Dacian King Decebalus; many historians claim he was of Gothic or barbarian origin. Regardless, he was a courageous king who ruled Geto Dacia from 87 to 106 AD, leading various wars against the Roman emperors Domitian and Trajan. The bust was discovered in the Forum of Trajan; since 1882, it has been housed in the Vatican Museum. Some restorations were made to the left eyebrow and eyelid, both ears, part of the beard, nose and hair area, the top of the pileus (headwear), and neck.
Ancient ExplorersGiants of Stone, Echoes of Empire… At Baalbek, in the heart of Lebanon’s ancient landscape, six towering granite columns rise like sentinels of a forgotten age. Nearly 20 meters tall and weighing up to 800 tons each, they once formed part of the grand Temple of Bacchus—a masterpiece of Roman might and mystery.
Quarried in Egypt and transported over 1,000 kilometers, these red granite giants speak of a time when distance bowed to ambition. A feat of engineering. A symbol of divine worship. A testament to power carved in stone.
What ancient hands built this wonder? And what dreams did they raise to the skies?