ILLUMINATI CROWN KING TARZAN IN SECRET ANCIENT EGYPTIAN TOMB
DURING NWO CAPSTONE EVENT
For the tour of the tomb of Kar, a pharaoh of the Hyskos of the 16th dynasty, Obama was joined by his close aides, Rahm Emmanual, David Axelrod and Penny Pritzer. All of them had a great personal interest in the Pyramids and in the Hyskos dynasty, believing themselves to be chosen by occult forces to reincarnate as the Pharaohs of Hyskos vassal dynasty, which had come from Canaan to ancient Egypt.
The sun burned down on the yellow flats of sand but as soon as President Obama walked down the steps into the tomb of Kar, he had to pause and stop to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. A silhouette moved.
The tour guide wearing a wide brimmed hat stepped forward and, smiling, escorted him through the narrow passage ways. Blinking Obama saw statues and hieroglyphs.
“Hey, isn’t there a hieroglyph here of a guy with big ears who looks just like me?” he asked, trying to sound casual, confused by the multiplicity of complex patterns and symbolic forms surrounding him, and feeling uncomfortable in the atmosphere of pure silence.
The guide said nothing but led the President to a hieroglyph of a head of a man with big ears, a large head and a narrow chin that had been chiselled into a rock face in a corner of the tomb.
Obama stopped and feasted his eyes on the hieroglyph. So, it was true! He was the reincarnation of an Egyptian pharaoh! Who else had big ears and a narrow chin? He thought to himself, his heart leaping within him.
Next, the thought occurred to him that actually millions of people had big ears and a narrow chin. It could not be definitely said this was him on the hieroglyph. It could have been anyone with big ears and a narrow chin. It could not be definitely concluded from this hieroglyph that the Pharaoh Kar had chosen to reincarnate as him 4,600 years ago.
“Hey, he looks just like me,” Obama said, chuckling, hoping for confirmation.
The guide, who had been well paid, knew what to say.
“The spitting image!” he cried. “I said two years ago, you are the incarnation of an ancient Egyptian king.”
Two years ago, no one had heard of Obama in the US let alone in Egypt. Obama had been a junior senator but Obama did not question the guide.
Satisfied, he stood and observed the hieroglyph, dreaming of a glorious future when he, dressed in the robes of a Pharaoh, wearing a crown, ruled over the four corners of the world.
As his entourage approached cautiously, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the hieroglyph.
“The guide says, this guy looks just like me and I’m the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian king.”
The white of several pairs of eyes flashed in the half darkness.
“Haven’t we always been saying that?” replied a honeyed voice.
Yes, Obama thought to himself straightening himself and puffing out his chest. “I am the chosen one, chosen by the pharaoh Kar to be his reincarnation. In a vision, Kar saw how he would reincarnate and instructed it to be engraved with the characteristic big ears on the rock so I might recognise my role to rule the world.”
When the guide left, the entourage surrounded Obama. Out of the shadows appeared a dozen others, including a Rothschild and a reigning king, who was also a freemason. The group made some signs and mumbled some words which they had read represented a crowning of a pharaoh.
Strangely moved by the thought of his great destiny, he walked up the steps back into the sunlight.
He stopped and surveyed his kingdom, chin jutting out in a martial pose. He saw himself riding by in a chariot surrounded by slaves marching by in endless columns under the whips of their overseers.
To think, this was HIS Kingdom! To think he had the spiritual power and vision of an ancient Pharaoh!
“Awe-inspiring!” he muttered, shaking his head.
Yes, he was awe-inspiring! The twists of fate were awe-inspiring, Obama thought to himself as he peered through his sun glasses.
The rest of the entourage, looking like a pretty shabby set of middle aged tourists, was already walking back to the jeep, anxious to escape the stifling heat, now they had completed their occult coronation ritual deep in the darkness of the tomb.
The Pyramids of Giza looked down from their towering heights at the ant-like figures surrounded by bodyguards moving between them, registering the subtle change in the vibrational frequency, the disturbance of the harmonious energy field that signalled a violation of the god given order. They received the waves of dark energy from the tomb of kar and from the aura of the ant-like group of figures, examined them and transmitted the information back out into the heights of the sky, far beyond the bounds of the earth and even the sun, telling the cosmos that a spiritually dark group had arrived in the sacred site with plans to switch around the head and the body of the sphinx and to eat the human like a lion.
When waves of pure light clashed like symbols on the surface of the pyramid, the ancient stones deciphered the universe’s reply.
“Lucky is the lion that the human will eat, so that the lion becomes human. And ruined is the human that the lion will eat, and the lion still will become human."
For the head of the sphinx will never become a lion, and the esoteric knowledge for kingship will never be deciphereed by those who do not have the spiritual key to the inner light."
The Sphinx
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