Sons of Enoch chapter 29— Forbidden Knowledge—

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With all this talk of secret societies, shadow governments, world domination, mind and population control, —on and on, it can be completely overwhelming trying to absorb it all. Heaven forbid trying to make sense of it all. Especially if one has no prior personal studies in these areas. It’s imperative to have the inspiritment of something, or someone larger than a dark world bent on acquiring, practicing, and hiding such “secretive” knowledge for one to possibly come to grips with it all.

This is why many choose to ignore the obvious, writing every mention of such things off as conspiracy theories, conjecture, or fairy-tales.

Ultimately, rather than allowing themselves to become frightened, or overwhelmed by something they don’t understand, and refusing to address such things as the important social issues they clearly are, many will never come to know true peace.

I’ve wondered, and sought understanding about such things as “Secret” Societies, The End of the Age, and the potential imminence of a so-called—“New World Order,”—  for many years.

Honestly, they aren’t so secretive.

It’s said that George Bush senior was the first world-renowned political figure to coin, or reiterate the (Biblically Prophetic Term) “New World Order” when addressing the world, and nation, at the end of the cold war on January 16, 1991.

The fact is,.. Though not termed as such, Woodrow Wilson revealed he was very aware of said “Secret Societies,”  holding shadowed office’s of domineering  prominence, and  principalities, over all nations, and governments, just before instituting the 12 “Federal Reserve Bank System” that took monetary control over the world, back in 1913.

“Since I entered politics, I have chiefly had men’s views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in the U. S., in the field of commerce and manufacturing, are afraid of somebody, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”         “Woodrow Wilson”

  The Bible also clearly foretells such events, entities, and societies, in many places. Probably most notably in this ensuing verse:

Ephesians 6:12

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

This isn’t to say that all so-called “secret societies” are evil. Nor am I inferring the Bible is the only revealing source on such matters. Still and all, the Old Testament is irrefutably one of the most trusted, authoritative, repositories regarding historical events.

Historians from religious, secular, and academic circles, have relied on its chronological continuum for thousands of years, and many agree on its veracity of events, if not total historical accuracy of man’s existence. Among those relying on the Holy Bible, regardless of what their personal, or, collective agendas may be…are “Secret Societies.” 

Many “Secret Societies” practice occultism. They may not  brew up magic potions, alchemy, or even try to stay secret —The realSecret” is the hidden knowledge of old they attempt to tap into and use for their personal advancements.
 I  alluded earlier in this writing, erroneously, I might add, the words; “Heaven forbid,” trying to make sense of everything taking place, or rumored imminent this day and age. Because, that isn’t exactly correct, since the Bible, and its affiliate historical writings are precisely where certain secret societies learned of the alleged secret wisdom they pride themselves to posses..
 The irony?
The “Secret Knowledge” is what heaven forbade.  Or, more accurately, according to the book of Enoch, was knowledge not intended for the human race to learn about… At least: “Not At This Juncture”
“Wouldn’t Be Prudent”
 
That’s not to say the human race wouldn’t have eventually learned of the darker side of the supernatural,..       But Who Knows?
If man had not fore-taken of the fruit of the forbidden tree —“tree of knowledge of  good and evil” ( or the differences there-of ) then maybe the human race would never have come to know how to be evil.
From my personal studies in the matter it is quite plausible, just as the book of Enoch tells us, that fallen angels came to humans in many forms, and faces.
It seems persistent with mythological stories about so-called gods, and watchers from many diverse cultures across the world anyway.
Not only does the “Serpent-man” show up in the Genesis of everything in the “Garden of Eden” according to the Holy Bible, but, is even still worshiped in many places around the planet today.
Most descriptions, and legends, telling of the “Serpent god,” persist that he, nor his army of watchers have been seen for thousands of years. But, in almost all renderings of his alleged existence, he promised to return one day.
None of this information is all that secret as is plainly presented symbolically by most “Secret Societies.”
The Illuminate, eg;  is symbolized by the Owl of Knowledge, or, secret wisdom,.. the Owl of Minerva.

occultism

/ˈɒkʌlˌtɪzəm/

Noun… in the modern English vernacular = The study of the supernatural, or, collective supernatural forces,  Mysticism etc.

Adjective… Secret, Hidden, Forbidden

“Ergo”

“The study of supernatural knowledge, hidden from the senses and intellect, kept secret from man, and forbidden by God”.

to be continued:

Dividing Walls Should Fall For All…

So? What’s the big argument in the largest Christian (Protestant) denomination in the United States, of over 16  million members? What’s the real question at hand? Is it-“Should they change their historically racial biased sounding name from “Southern Baptist” to something more “Tolerant,” and inviting”? Continue reading

Hotel Canuuk-I-warnedya,Eh? “For The Hook”

As Our Story Begins, we find our mild mannered Captain Bell-Hook assisting   hotel guest as they arrive at the front desk. He politely spiels to the arrivals, a congenial run down of the hotels lay-out, dinner menus, and basic orientation.

As most any day at hotel Canuukiwarned-ya, while there are  a “Few”cheerful paying customers at the desk, the usual heel-hounds  scurry about, sniffing out ways to stiff the hired help, thereby saving themselves a few dollars out of pocket change. Apparently, when some folks decide to stay in a ritzy, better than average hotel spending more on a room for a night than last months rent, they think everything else should be included in the bill.

So, as Captain Bell-Hook seemingly appears preoccupied assisting other guest, little “Chip-Off-The-Old-Skin-Flint” pulls the “make eye contact with mommie dearest” diversion, as dad makes off with the luggage cart  in attempt to save himself $3.00 bucks.

This being the oldest trick in the Gratuity Gangster Game, ole dad chuckles, thinking lil flint slips the bags unnoticed right under Captain Bell-Hook, and the entire hotel staff’s noses.

As the morning progress’s,

the same old shell-games pass numerously, erroneously believed shielded just beneath the staff’s line of vision daily, and all goes on as planned. Just another beautiful morning for the Bellmen, whom we all know would rather be at work, waiting on visiting yuppy, tight wadded transients and their families, than to be at home serving their own.

Around 10:30 A.M. while the hotel lobby thinned out a bit from the hustling crowd, the phone buzzes for service from a room on the ground floor.    Bzzzzz!!!

“Front desk, Hotel Canuukiwarned-ya, Hook speaking, how may I help you”?

A squeaky elderly female voice on the other end squelches out the words: “Young man, I need you to come and repair my microwave oven”. “Okay ma’am; What seems to be the trouble with it”“Well”.   She retorts, “If I knew that I wouldn’t need you to come and fix it”. “Now would I”?  “Ah, no ma’am, I suppose you wouldn’t”. ”I’ll be right there ma’am”.

Just as Captain Bell-Hook hangs up the phone, this little aberration appears in front of the desk, as the sound of giggles, and occasional squeak of a luggage dolly is heard down the left corridor. “Are you gentlemen doing any hiring today”? Little miss bell-booby asked. Bell-Hook, knowing this was just an apparition conjured up via the evil-spirit, ”Red-Herrinnymphus”  by another team of gratuity gluttons, left the desk manager to deal with it, and headed down the right corridor toward the old lady with the microwave issue, purposely choosing not to look left, not wanting to see the inevitable escaping caddy-cart.

As the lady shut the door after inviting Bell-Hook in to take a look at her microwave, the Hook turns and informs the lady; “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but, this is not a kitchenette room, and I will have to take your microwave back to the front desk with me”.  After years of pursuing his career as a professional service person, Bell-Hook thought he had heard every slandering stream of belligerent, belittlement’s known to man…

But, he was wrong.

As he made off down the hall with granny fiery-dart’s flash cooker, he turned to let her know she could pick it up at the desk upon checkout. Unfortunately, he turned just in time to see her fling her evil toaster towards his head with the force of a forward motioned wrecking ball, and never got the words out of his mouth before being eaten alive.

The toaster rolled down the hall end over end at  breakneck speed, before finally coming to rest at the lobby entrance, and spit the Bell-Hook out all warm and toasty.

I said the toaster spit him out all warm and toasty..

I said the toaster spit him out…

well, okay,.. maybe it didn’t spit him out after all,  which means of course, the story now must take a turn in the …

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Oh, there he is;

As Captain Bell-Hook’s assistant, “Big Bell-O-Mac”, saw what was taking place he quickly grabbed the phone to call police for obvious needed assistance, as by now little old microwave lady’s granddaughter had arrived at the scene, quite livid at Bell-Hook for taking grannies microwave. Big Bell-O-Mac had barely gotten the word; “Hello” into the phone, when the granddaughter gouged a 10 inch syringe into his leg, pumping in 800 units of green pectin, instantly turning him into a huge pile of mindless jello.

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Needless to say, this was about as much as Bell-Hook could take. Still steaming from the toaster oven, he thought better of popping-off and blowing his top all over the place. Instead, as if delivered by some unseen force, a plan to calm everyone down, and get things back on an even keel instantly came to his mind. He remembers thinking to himself; ” I  couldn’t have come up with a better plan if it were written specifically to me on the back of a Crunch Berry box”. While scooping up the plate of lime-jello, that was once his friend, and co-worker, and placing it gently into the mini-fridge behind the front desk, he tells the granddaughter of the oven smuggler she could take the microwave back up to her room.

Once the young lady left, he immediately began tracking the room numbers of all the tip- stiffing, cart stealing, appliance poaching, skin flint guest that had crossed his path since he arrived earlier that morning. He then called them all one by one, informing them it was now 11:45, and seeing as they had been such affable, gracious paying customers, the hotel was treating them to a special “Free-Lunch”  in the restaurant on the second floor.

Never being ones to miss out on a free-lunch, everyone was in the lobby, and ready to go upstairs before the clock chimed high-noon. Exuberantly giddy, in expectation of a free meal, Captain Bell-Hook had little trouble getting them all to pack into the same elevator, ready to ship off in minutes.

“Going Up”?

No sooner than the doors of the elevator closed, Hook was in and out of the phone booth, faster than a silver bullet can kill a vampire, completely transformed from the lowly, mild- mannered Bellman, everyone knew and loved, into  “Captain, You’ve Been Warned,”!!! slammed the joy stick that released the trap-door- floor of the elevator open, sending all aboard plummeting rapidly into the abyss.  A place that no one knows, not I,  not the Hook, not “Captain You’ve Been Warned”, or even the hotel establishment…No one knows where…this place is not even…

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...Okay, it's somewhere in Siberia...…Okay, it’s …somewhere in Siberia…

All seemed to be going well the rest of the afternoon, till suddenly, both front glass doors of the hotel were blown in through the lobby at the speed of light. The sudden explosive sound of shattering glass sent patrons fraying across one another, sprawling to the floor, just in time to keep from being ripped, tattered, and torn by millions of lightning speed shards of sparkling glass. To the Hook, who was now peering out from his crouched position, behind the front desk, it looked like some sort of diamonds storm- shot out from a massive cannon.  What was to come through the door next, however,was even more bone chillingly frightening to the Hook, as it was none other than Arch- Nemesis of Captain You’ve Been Warned, herself,              “Paula Deen”!!!

Hook was shaken even more upon learning from the blood curdling question the low country cook screeched, that the little old microwave lady was apparently Paula Deans granny too…

“Where’s my little microwave cooking granny y’aaaall…wut heff  y’all done withh har”? 

Looking over at the Hook, and realizing he was actually Captain “You’ve Been Warned” in a Bell Hop uniform, she screamed; “Why you yellow belly grandma hatein, non-donut eatin scandrawl you, when I git my hands own y’aaall I’m a – gonna sop you up with some maple sir-rip, and eat you alive mister”!!!

By now the news of Paula Deen’s arrival, and intentions to devour the Hook, had reached Mrs. Hook, otherwise known as “Vampire Lover”,  who spread her wings and flew in like an F-22, Stealth Raptor, in hopes to help her husband. She knew even with the assisted super powers of  “Captain You’ve Been Warned” the Hook was no match for the Krispe-Kreme-Burger-Queen by himself.

Swooping in, The Vampire Lover took hold of the Apple – butter, lard Queen , latching onto her neck, and with just one bite collapsed to the floor, an apparent victim of  instant diabetic comma.

The Hook went completely ballistic…  Reaching behind him with both arms, and swinging back around in one fluid motion, letting go of the object he’d grabbed with such a force it took out two stress bearing columns from beneath the ceiling before slamming into Deen, the Low Country Brawler Queen. Suddenly there was a massive explosion, as the entire ground floor of the hotel was coated and filled from ceiling to floor with oozing green slime. In through the holes where the two glass doors once stood, the wind blew fiercely, forming an air pocket. The green slime began to harden, as  squishy, gurgley, popping sounds came from smaller bubbles lining its walls as they burst. Suddenly, one of the smaller bubbles popped sending something flying across the hotel and slamming into the far wall which had already hardened its green slime covering into something the consistency of Super-Ball rubber. The thing shot from the bubble bounced at a high rate of speed from wall to wall, back and forth across the entire span of the hotel lobby at least 20 times like a pin- ball in a rubber room. Suddenly, sticking straight out like an arrow shot from Robin Hoods bow, it came to a vibrating stop, when it stuck into the left

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butt cheek of Paula Deen, who in turn fell across the Vampire lover with such a crushing impact that all the air came rushing out of the Vampire Lover, kick starting her breathing again.

As the slime hardened into a buoyant, bouncy, rubbery, cocoon, kids, and adults alike poured into the lobby from all directions, jumping up and down, whooping and laughing, and bouncing around like they were in some sort of a kids inflatable moon-walk castle or something.

Just then, as the Hook cleansed the remaining slime off the thing shot out of the bubble, enough to realize it was his buddy, and co-worker, Big Bell-O-Mac, Paula Deen turned and said;

“Hey, Wut wus that thang you stuck in my laft butt cheek”?

A little reluctant, Big Bell-O-Mac, shrugged, and said…“Erm, it was this 10 inch syringe that crazy niece of yours stuck me with earlier”.

“Hum”.    Deen said.  “I don’t thank I’ve felt this good in three yee-ahs, Ya’ll”.

By now the place had filled with emergency crews, paramedics, firemen, policemen, and even a doctor or two.

“Mrs. Deen, I was a guest on your show a while back”. “Here, let me have a look at you, make sure you’re okay”.  A thin, pale looking lady said.

“Oh, I’m fine Dr. Wilma “.  Deen Said. “Other than the diabeatus thang, I thank I feel better than I have in yee-ahs”. “And by the way, fancy a meetin you here.”

“Yes”. The young lady doctor said. “It is quite the coincidence”. ” Now, let me drawl a little blood from you, and see what effect that stuff  in the syringe may have had “.

“Hmm, Mrs. Deen”. The doctor said after examining the blood on a few strips of Litmus paper, and running it through a hand held meter a few times. “I don’t see any sign of your diabetes, I think you’ve been completely healed”.

“Hehehehe!!! Did Ya’ll hear thaet”? Dean exclaimed. “I’m heaaaald”!!!

“Ya’ll need to bottle that stuff up and sell it as a meeracull quewer or something, ya’ll, in fact…I’m takin a buh-ckit of it home with me and bake me some green cakes, heheheee.”

So, along that time the Hook looks up at the clock on the wall and says to Mrs. Hook. ” Well, babe…it’s quitting time. Time for the shift change. Let’s go home”.

As they strolled arm in arm toward what used to be the front door of the hotel, Hook stops in his tracks upon hearing the chime of the elevator just as it comes to a stop in the lobby. The doors open, and inside stood eight, familiar looking, dirty, half frozen, faces gazing furiously back at him. “What now”? Asked the Vampire Lover. Hook looked at his wife through eyes half glazed over from fright and surprise, and half squinted from holding back the urge of bursting out laughing and says:                                                               

                                        ….>>>”RUN”!!!>>>

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                                   Now back to my favorite pass-time:


BUZZ- KILL- MONSANTO

 The

Albert

Einstein, Said;

“If  The Bee Disappeared

Off  The Surface Of  The Globe ,

Man  Would  Have  Only  Four Years

To Live. Can We  Believe  Such Apocalyptic

Scenarios? Or Do We Blindly Accept The Rebuttals ?

Conglomerate Bankers, Such as Rabobank, Who No Longer

 Lend Much Needed Funds To Farmers,  Greatly Attributing

    To What Is Being Dubbed” Mid- East Astronom-Famine”

Say Einstein’s Claim Is Preposterous,   As Do The

Government Sanctioned Agro-Genetic Chem

 Company “Monsanto”. But, Just  Ask  A

                                            Honey  Bee.  If  You Can Find One.

                                                A  Honey Of  A Bee Is The Bee

                                                   Keeper. But, They Too Are

                                                       Becoming  Extinct,  As

                                                           It Ain’t Easy Being

                                                            Beezy  In A Four

                                                              Marble World,

                                                                  Buzzzzing

 Away                

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                                                \STING/

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Twenty-Twelve

It is said the ancient Egyptians attributed the design and construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza to the “SONS OF ENOCH”                               Chapter 1

Many find this to be quite interesting, surprisingly possible, and yet,  just not believable. From my personal studies in this area I have not only found  it to be believable, but also documented in many ways, and therefore easily accepted as truth. The ensuing report will include evidences of this for your enlightenment, and hopefully will intrigue you to seek a deeper truth. The truth that will set you free.

We on Earth are rapidly Mayan Calenderapproaching a date in time and space in which the Mayan (Long Count) Calender abruptly ends.

Where were you when…

“The Sons of Enoch” chapter 1

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Accused, yet not to blame. Accused of cheating and stealing from those who gave all for my country, and world.

Accused yet proof is aloof and disdained. Defense is irrelevant and restrained.

And, yet guilty until proven innocent, is the same, as guilty when the Jury is out to lunch with the accuser.

6 is the name of the game.

But 7 is on His way.

Let it be today.

Oh Shucks..I think I finally did it.. I’m back online…I think?

THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD!!!After a week of working on this thing, I think I’m back online….

But then… Who the Hell Knows!!!

PLEASE STAND BY!!!

Possibly My Most Well Written Post/Poem Ever… WHITE NOISE

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“Sons of Enoch” Chapter 27 (Wallam Olam) Red Record

(The City of Tenochtitlan)

Red Record ( Wallum Olam) red record

Long before the Europeans arrived on the eastern shores of  North America, there was a tribe of people living in the land, now known as the Delaware Indians. In more recent years, and as long as the Europeans have been here, the neighboring tribes as far south as Florida refereed to the Delaware  as the “Grandfathers”  or the “Lenni Lenape “.   Though Lenni Lenape in the Lenape, “Algonquian Indian”  language means  “ Original People “, their own tradition, and records  reveal a very different story. The “Red Record”, or Story of the Grandfathers, Delaware Indians is well-preserved and is known in the Indian tongue as the “Wallum Olam”.

The Wallum Olam pictured above is the oldest written account of the migration and colonization of any ” Native American people”, spanning almost a hundred generations and beginning with a written account of Noah’s flood.

From the Pre-Columbian American Religions, p. 162

In the long chain of tribes along the east coast, one ethnic group stands out, not only in the European written sources but also in the judgment of the Indians themselves. This remarkable group was the Delaware, called in their own language the Lenni Lenape. They had a special status in the eyes of many other Indian peoples: they were reverenced as the “grandfathers,”  representatives, after a fashion, of authority and legality.

One of the things that we today have learned from these writings as far as what the term “Grandfathers” meant to those tribes who later came to co-exist the continent with the already flourishing Delaware, is not exactly what earlier historians and anthropologist understood it to mean.  Because of the wonderfully preserved written account of the Delaware, and remnant discoveries of a long-lost civilization along the Mississippi River basin, truth of who the first now known inhabitants of the continent were became overpowering but clear.

Though the term “Grandfathers” and other reverencing, and honorable terms used by the neighboring tribes to describe the Delaware came well deserved, as the ensuing revelation of exactly who the Delaware had to conquer when first coming into the new land portrays , it also tells of just how “Earned” the sentiments must truly be.

A View of Cahokia One of the members of this organization — United States archaeologist H.M. Brackenridge — described the ruins in his own words. He examined the great pyramid of Cahokia in 1811-12, and we quote his fascinating record taken from A. J. Conant’s Footprints of Vanished Races (pp. 56-58) — In order for us to form a correct idea of these mounds and pyramids, it will be necessary to give the reader a general idea of the terrain in which they are located. This great American plain consists of extensive aluvial terrain that extends from the tributaries of the Mississippi River, from Kaskaskia to the Chakol River, some 190 miles in length and about seven miles in width; several rivers wind their way through the area; the earth of this region is extremely fertile and is not harmed by the constant overflowing of the mighty Mississippi. Many LAKES are scattered about through this area, which abound in fishes, and in the autumn of the year arrive many wild birds. This valley is capable of supporting a population greater than any other part of the entire Mississippi Valley. The branches of the great river offer proof that this area once supported an ENORMOUS POPULATION. If, for example, the modern city of Philadelphia were to be abandoned, the traces of human existence would not be more numerous! The author goes on to say — The immense number of mounds and the quantity of human bones found everywhere on the surface gives ample evidence that this valley was once filled with towns and peoples. Almost all the land seems to be a superb resting place for its original inhabitants. Most outstanding of all are THE PYRAMIDS AND THEIR MOUNDS. A group of them is located about 12 miles to the north of Cahokia and another is located about 12 miles to the south of the river. There are MORE THAN 150 PYRAMIDS of various sizes. The western branch of the Mississippi also contains A CONSIDERABLE NUMBER. A more detailed description of the pyramids to the north of the Cahokia River, which I visited in 1811, will give you a good idea of them all. I crossed the Mississippi coming from St. Louis and passed through a forest that ran along the edge of the river and entered a plain. After 15 minutes I found myself in the midst of some mounds. From the distance they looked like hay-stacks standing up in a meadow. One of the largest, which I climbed, had a base of 200 feet in circumference. The form of this mound was almost square, although there was evidence of the erosion caused by wind and water over the centuries. The level top had enough room to contain seven hundred men in a standing position. The view from this pyramid was beautiful beyond belief. You could see a plain with some wooded groves and some isolated trees: to the right the prairie extended to the horizon, to the left I could see the Cahokia River winding its way to the Mississippi. Within my view I was able to count FIFTY-FIVE PYRAMIDS and numerous mounds of various sizes. These all formed a semicircle. I continued walking along the branch of the Cahokia and passed by EIGHT MORE PYRAMIDS within the distance of four miles before arriving at a larger connecting tributary. When I arrived at the base of the MAIN PYRAMID, I was astonished! I thought I must be viewing the great pyramid of Egypt. It was truly wonderful to behold! The construction of this one must have required the labor of thousands of men and many years of continuous labor! From:    http://www.hope-of-israel.org/aztec.htm   (From the Mississippi to Mexico — The Great Migration of the Aztecs!)

In 1519,  Hernando Cortez, and his hoard of 600 soldiers landed ship on the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico, and discovered an established, well advanced society who called themselves the Aztec. Later, Cortez, after herding the Aztecs, who were polytheistic, and unable to understand the Spanish language, into great masses and shouting the principles of the Gospel of Christ at them, mistook the seemingly indifferent response of the Aztec as rejection of the Gospel. This military authoritative means of  spreading the Gospel of Christ not only revealed the Spanish hoard’s misunderstanding of the message and Christ himself, but unfortunately resulted in catastrophic annihilation of an absurd amount of human lives.

Google Image from / www2.dsu.nodak.,edu

At first encounter, and until Cortez decided it was time for him to make converts to Christianity, the Aztecs greeted the Spaniards peacefully.  In fact, as some of the Aztec Traditional legends told them of a god  who would return to them one day, they first perceived erroneously that he had returned through Cortez.

Ensuing are excerpts from Bernal Diaz del Castillo:

The first hand account of Bernal Díaz del Castillo‘s True History of the Conquest of New Spain paints a portrait of a noble leader who struggles to maintain order in his kingdom after he is taken prisoner by Hernán Cortés. In his first description of Moctezuma, Díaz del Castillo writes:

“The Great Montezuma was about forty years old, of good height, well proportioned, spare and slight, and not very dark, though of the usual Indian complexion. He did not wear his hair long but just over his ears, and he had a short black beard, well-shaped and thin. His face was rather long and cheerful, he had fine eyes, and in his appearance and manner could express geniality or, when necessary, a serious composure. He was very neat and clean, and took a bath every afternoon. He had many women as his mistresses, the daughters of chieftains, but two legitimate wives who were Caciques[N.B. 2] in their own right, and only some of his servants knew of it. He was quite free from sodomy. The clothes he wore one day he did not wear again till three or four days later. He had a guard of two hundred chieftains lodged in rooms beside his own, only some of whom were permitted to speak to him.” (Díaz del Castillo 1568/1963: 224–25)

When Moctezuma was allegedly killed by being stoned to death by his own people “Cortés and all of us captains and soldiers wept for him, and there was no one among us that knew him and had dealings with him who did not mourn him as if he were our father, which was not surprising, since he was so good. It was stated that he had reigned for seventeen years, and was the best king they ever had in Mexico, and that he had personally triumphed in three wars against countries he had subjugated. I have spoken of the sorrow we all felt when we saw that Montezuma was dead. We even blamed the Mercederian friar for not having persuaded him to become a Christian.” (Díaz del Castillo 1568/1963: 294)[7]    End Wiki

(The City of Tenochtitlan) http://www.hope-of-israel.org/aztec.htm

Paul Willis; part of chapter 9,  Sons of Enoch…much more to come.

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