Vengeancia Updated December 2017 Happy Holidays! Check out our new project, The Colorado International Flat Earth Film Festival (CIFEFF). We are planning three film festivals in 2018! Learn more. Great new music: Flat Earth Man Releases New Songs for the Holidays, here. Also, don’t miss The Conspiracy Project from Featured Musician Neal Fox.
Check out Truth Frequency Radio, TFR. Also, check out Free Your Mind. The idea of the Earth being flat is far from new, having been shared by a wide range of cultures dating all the way back to ancient Greece. Despite going in and out of favour, the concept regained serious momentum in the mid-20th century with the founding of The Flat Earth Society.
The Flat Earth Society still exists today as an online forum which, still true to form, purports several false arguments and “treats the entire subject as a dead-pan joke,” says researcher and activist, Eric Dubay. According to Wikipedia, Samuel Shenton was the founder in 1956 of the International Flat Earth Research Society (IFERS), based in Dover, England. Read more. Learn more from Jeranism and Globebusters.
Recently, an explosion of interest in the topic of “flat earth”, and cosmology, in general, is ongoing, with the internet buzzing about the geocentric, “still, flat earth”model. Highly annoying to some, challenging to most, and an an island of sanity for a growing group of filmmakers, artists, musicians and “conspiracy theorists”, the theories are both simple, yet also exceedingly complex, interdisciplinary and multifaceted. Check out Aethereal: The Battle for Heaven and Earth, here.
FlatWater FlatEarth: the following read-aloud presentation with accompanying imagery is a combination of “information from Genesis translated by Lenormant, the book of the bee, josephus on creation, and the cave of treasures…”
So, how exactly would the Earth look if it is indeed flat? Many folks believe the Earth is actually a giant plane, with Antarctica forming a large ice wall around it’s circumference. The North Pole is often shown in the center of the typical map, which looks eerily similar to the UN Logo!
In George Willis Emerson’s classic tale, Olaf Jansen, along with his father, voyage to the long lost paradise at the center of the Earth, known classically as Eden, Asgaarde, Shambala, Mt. Meru, Mt. Meriah, Atlantis, and Hyperborea.
Included in this story and several other northern arctic reports of explorers, we learn of several key points that have staggering real world implications, pointing at the possibility that the supposedly “mythical” tale and “mythical” places are facts closer to reality than fantasy.
“MY name is Olaf Jansen. I am a Norwegian, although I was born in the little seafaring Russian town of Uleaborg, on the eastern coast of the Gulf of Bothnia, the northern arm of the Baltic Sea. My parents were on a fishing cruise in the Gulf of Bothnia, and put into this Russian town of Uleaborg at the time of my birth, being the twenty-seventh day of October, 1811.
My father, Jens Jansen, was born at Rodwig on the Scandinavian coast, near the Lofoden Islands, but after marrying made his home at Stockholm, because my mother’s people resided in that city. When seven years old, I began going with my father on his fishing trips along the Scandinavian coast. Early in life I displayed an aptitude for books, and at the age of nine years was placed in a private school in Stockholm, remaining there until I was fourteen. After this I made regular trips with my father on all his fishing voyages.
My father was a man fully six feet three in height, and weighed over fifteen stone, a typical Norseman of the most rugged sort, and capable of more endurance than any other man I have ever known. He possessed the gentleness of a woman in tender little ways, yet his determination and will-power were beyond description. His will admitted of no defeat. I was in my nineteenth year when we started on what proved to be our last trip as fishermen, and which resulted in the strange story that shall be given to the world,—but not until I have finished my earthly pilgrimage.
I dare not allow the facts as I know them to be published while I am living, for fear of further humiliation, confinement and suffering. First of all, I was put in irons by the captain of the whaling vessel that rescued me, for no other reason than that I told the truth about the marvelous discoveries made by my father and myself. But this was far from being the end of my tortures. After four years and eight months’ absence I reached Stockholm, only to find my mother had died the previous year, and the property left by my parents in the possession of my mother’s people, but it was at once made over to me.
All might have been well, had I erased from my memory the story of our adventure and of my father’s terrible death. Finally, one day I told the story in detail to my uncle, Gustaf Osterlind, a man of considerable property, and urged him to fit out an expedition for me to make another voyage to the strange land.”