The Maze of Malta

Both my parents are maltese and though I have visited the island a few times, I have never seen the ruts. I have heard of them though. I have also been to several of the old sites, such as Gigantea...and I must say I understand what people seem to say about the vibrant energy. I've also been to some of the caves, there are some that run along the outside of the island that I walked through.
My point is the stuff is there but not a lot of people wonder about them...information is not readily available. I am definately going to start looking more into these.

I do have a question about the phoenician eyes phenomenon explained on previous pages. I have never heard of this, but I have always wondered at the supposed phoenician heritage of Malta. When someone mentions phoenician eyes, I immediately think of those traditionally painted on the boats.

Can you post a link with information and/or a picture of what these eyes look like? (I am a bit of a visual learner)
 
Stormy Knight said:
Also found this

Malta: The Skulls of the Mother Goddess

In the megalithic temple of Hal Saflieni, in Malta, men with extraordinary cranial volume were buried. These skulls seem to belong to a strange human stock and if properly analyzed, could create an ideal link between the ancient Mesopotamian and Egyptian cultures and a race of sacerdotal men identified with the snake.

By Vittorio Di Cesare and Adriano Forgione of HERA magazine, Rome, Italy.

Thanks for the article. Here's the images of the skulls
 
Maltese freemasons go public on the internet - http://www.maltatoday.com.mt/2008/10/26/t9.html

After years of notoriety as a secret society, and a raging debate over the alleged membership of public officials, Malta’s freemasons have gone public with a fully-fledged website describing their activities, history and also their statute.
Malta’s freemasons now welcome the public to go beyond its portrayal “as a secret, self-serving, or sinister society”, to one whose motivation centres on “humility, tolerance, and charity”.
Malta’s lodges from the English, Scottish and Irish Constitutions congregated in one single Grand Lodge in 2004, when the Leinster, Abercorn and Fenici lodges of the Irish Constitution resolved to create a Maltese grand lodge, with ‘Brother’ Joseph P. Cordina as its “most worshipful grand master”.
And with that comes a more transparent approach to their activities, after years attracting some of the most sensationalist of coverage. “We abide by the laws of the State and are critical of those in violation, and expect similar from those around us. We recognise there are some who regard our titling of officers, our terminology, our formal dress codes, and our conduct, as rather quaint in a modern society: but we are unapologetic in adhering to our traditions,” the grand master writes in his welcoming statement.
Freemasonry was largely viewed with suspicion in Malta, mainly due to the influence of the Roman Catholic Church and its antipathy towards masonic lodges.
 
I was just browsing through their website ___http://www.sglom.eu/home.aspx and first thing that seemed a bit curious was megalithic Mnajadra temple on their banner. Apart from this everything they have to say, especially Ancient Charges - is brimming with contradictions but that is perhaps a subject for some other thread, here I only wanted to connect all the dots from this interesting tiny Mediterranean rock that many deem spiritual and energetic hotspot.

Nota Benne: Count Leopold von Kolowrat-Krakowsky: an Illuminatus and the National Superior for Austria; founder of St. John’s Lodge of Secrecy and Harmony in Malta.

Did someone say Illuminati are just figment of conspiracy theorists mind?!
 
And this year the island continues to buzz with new age activities
a month ago Wincent Bridges AKA Winnie the Pooh held 2 talks on Alchemical Secrets of Knights and Neolithic Temples, both events were very well attended with total of 15 head per night, organizer's family and friends included

then in September we have this

_http://greatmystery.org/events/malta2010.html

following with this in October

_http://www.apositiveoutcome.org/html/

sigh, yet another autumn of discontent :(
 
Geeze, if I gave a talk and only 15 people came, I'd pack it in.
 
Well, Vinnie's handlers gotta keep their boy-bot happy now and then. You know, make him feel important. 15 attendees may become 1500 by the time Vinnie is through telling the story of his esoteric travels to any sucker who'll listen to him.
 
Well, it seems recently Malta has been experiencing a lot of high strangeness so I thought I might as well report it here.

Firstly in the North of the island few people reported weird glow in the sky about a week ago, according to one witness at about 9 pm instead of getting darker the sky got brighter and there was an odd yellow glow. This lasted at least 20 minutes and then it slowly faded away.

Then recently I heard of 3 UFO sightings by different people. None of these events was reported in local media.

Finally , the day before yesterday according to local radio station many people reported "sonic boom" and felt the tremor, I dont recall hearing anything at that time but I do recall my dog behaving oddly for the most of the evening.

here is detailed account
Times of Malta said:
Mystery continues to shroud the loud explosion heard on Sunday evening in the areas around Dingli and Rabat, and aviation experts have shed doubt on the theory that it may have been caused by an aircraft travelling at supersonic speed.

The explosive sound is not thought to have been an earthquake and no aircraft were travelling at supersonic speed at the time. With no explanation yet, the story attracted a barrage of comments on timesofmalta. com where many speculated that the loud noise may have been caused by the sonic boom of a military jet travelling faster than the speed of sound.

However, according to the chief executive of Malta Air Traffic Services Ltd, former army commander Brigadier Carmel Vassallo, air traffic controllers were not aware of any aircraft travelling at supersonic speed on Sunday evening.

"It does not result to us that there were any airpcraft travelling at supersonic speed at the time. Pilots are best placed to know the impact of sonic boom and normally, out of courtesy, they inform air traffic controllers," Mr Vassallo told The Times yesterday.

His doubts are reinforced by the descriptions given by people who experienced the incident.

"The mere fact that some people felt the ground shake does not tally with the effects of sonic boom. It must have been something much stronger to cause a tremor," Mr Vassallo said.

The strength of the tremor could not be ascertained yesterday since the instruments at the University's Seismic Monitoring and Research Unit were temporarily out of order.

But seismologist Pauline Galea said it was unlikely to be an earthquake since people heard an explosive sound.

The sound, which some initially thought was caused by an accident at a fireworks factory, was heard coming from the environs of Dingli but no plumes of smoke were visible.

It happened at around 6.20 p. m. and it was heard by people as far off as Iklin and Swieqi. A man in Dingli and another person who lives in Manikata also reported feeling the ground shake.

Interestingly, on Sunday evening a power station in Syracuse, Sicily exploded, letting off noxious fumes. There is no evidence though to suggest that the noise in Malta was related to the explosion in Sicily.

A similar mysterious incident happened in February 1998 when people felt a tremor at night, which the seismological unit could not pin down to an earthquake.

That tremor was located some 15 kilometres northwest of Birżebbuġa in the outskirts of Mġarr but was felt in various parts of the island. The seismological unit, however, had said the recorded shock waves were different from those normally pertaining to earthquakes.

Speculation was rife that the tremor may have been caused by an explosion although no reports were lodged with the police and the army.
 
Firstly in the North of the island few people reported weird glow in the sky about a week ago, according to one witness at about 9 pm instead of getting darker the sky got brighter and there was an odd yellow glow.



That's interesting because when we had the tornado's here in the north east a couple of weeks ago the thing that freaked me out the most was that the sky to the south was almost black, but the sky to the north was a weird glowing yellow. I had never seen anything like that before and it was the most unnerving aspect of it all!
 
well we didn't have tornadoes here, only pretty bad weather for this time of the year
 
Herr Eisenheim said:
well we didn't have tornadoes here, only pretty bad weather for this time of the year

Sounds like it could have been 1) meteorite/comet fragment activity with discharge and/or airburst/ 2) planetary discharging in some way we don't understand; 3) related to crustal movement with EM discharge... and that's just three possible ideas.
 
When I open
_http://www.sglom.eu/home.aspx
the following note pops up:
FREEMASONRY IN MALTA
WARNING: You may be aware that a body self-styled “The Grand Lodge of Malta” is seeking to establish itself within the Jurisdiction of the Sovereign Grand Lodge of Malta and pretends to be a Regular Masonic entity founded on the basis of three seceding Subordinate Lodges of the Sovereign Grand Lodge of Malta. It cannot substantiate the claims it makes to legitimacy and consequent upon this ill-advised action, the three main proponents have been expelled from the Sovereign Grand Lodge of Malta and from the Craft.
Any enquirer of Freemasonry in Malta is accordingly advised to have no dealings whatsoever with this irregular entity and any Regular Mason is cautioned to avoid communicating inadvertently with this group in order that his continued Masonic Regularity should not be compromised.
Ostensibly the brethren have some trouble over there. :rolleyes:
 
An interesting story, if true:

https://borderlandsciences.org/journal/vol/17/n02/Jessop_Malta_Cavern_World.html said:
"Malta, Entrance to the Cavern World"
by C. Lois Jessop
Secretary, New York Saucer Information Bureau

I visited some friends on the Island of Malta in the Mediterranean in the mid-1930s. One afternoon six of us decided to hire a car and visit some of the many historical tourist attractions on the island. One of our party suggested that, since the weather was very hot, our best bet was to visit some of the caves and underground temples. At least there we could keep cool for a few hours.

Some few miles out of Valetta, the capitol of Malta, is the little town of Paula. It has only one main street, Hal Saflini, and on this is the entrance to an underground temple known as the Hypogaeum of Hal Saflini. We stopped here and sought out the guide for a tour of the cave or catacombs of the Hypogaeum.

There was a fairly large cave entrance with ancient mural decorations of whirls and wavy lines, diamond patches here and there, also oval patterns seemingly painted with red ochre. The entrance itself smelt damp and mouldy, but inside the cave there was not a trace of mustyness. Joe, the guide, told us there were three floors of underground rooms and gave each of us a lighted candle.

One by one we bent down low to walk through a narrow passage which led to a step or two, and again we were able to stand up in a fair sized room which had been built out of the Malta sandstone aeons ago in the Stone-Age. Joe told of a powerful oracle (or wishing well) deep down, and how it had worked wonders in the old days for the initiated who knew the correct sound to use. I think the oracle still works today unless it was damaged. Malta was heavily bombarded during World War II.

The oracle was supposed to work only if a male voice called to it but as the guide was saying this I slipped down a small step and gave a yell that was picked up by something and magnified throughout the whole cave.

We followed the guide through some more narrow passages which led down, down, down, then straightened our backs again when we came into another room. In this large opening was a circular stone table or altar in the center of the room. Cut out of the rock walls around were layers of stone beds or resting places of some kind, with hollows scooped out for head, body, and narrowing to the feet. I guess these were places for adults about four feet tall, with smaller scooped out beds. It looked like mother, father and child either slept or were buried here, although we saw no bodies here.

Down, down, down again, stooping and crawling through a narrow passage into another large room, with slits or narrow openings in the stone wall.

"They buried their dead in here," said the guide.

I peered through a slit and saw skeletons another. Through another slit I peered into a cave where, the guide said, they kept their prisoners. A three foot thick stone door, about four feet high and four feet wide, guarded the entrance.

"What kind of people, and how strong were these pigmies, to be able to carve out these rooms to a definite pattern and to move doors this thick and heavy?" I thought.

"This is the end of the tour," Joe, the guide, said. "We must now turn and retrace our steps."

"What's down there?" I asked him; for on turning I noticed another opening off one of the walls.

"Go there at your own risk," he replied, "and you won't go far."

I was all for more exploring and talking it over with my friends, three of them decided to go with me and two waited with the guide. I was wearing a long sash around my dress and since I decided to lead the group I asked the next one behind me to hold on to it. Holding our half-burnt candles the four of us ducked into this passage, which was narrower and lower than the others.

Groping and laughing our way along, I came out first, onto a ledge pathway about two feet wide, with a sheer drop about fifty feet or more on my right and a wall on my left. I took a step forward, close to the rock wall side. The person behind me, still holding on to my sash, had not yet emerged from the passage. Thinking it was quite a drop and perhaps I should go no further without the guide I held up my candle.

There across the cave, from an opening deep below me, emerged twenty persons of giant stature. In single file they walked along a narrow ledge. Their height I judged to be about twenty or twenty-five feet, since their heads came about half way up the opposite wall. They walked very slowly, taking long strides. Then they all stopped, turned and raised their heads in my direction. All simultaneously raised their arms and with their hands beckoned me. The movement was something like snatching or feeling for something, as the palms of their hands were face down. Terror rooted me to the spot.

"Go on, we're all getting stuck in the passage!" My friend jerked at my sash. "What's the matter?"

"Well, there's nothing much to see," I stammered, taking another step forward.

My candle was in my right hand. I put my left hand on the wall to steady me, and stopped again. My hand wasn't on cold rock but on something soft and wet. As it moved a strong gust of wind came from nowhere and blew out my candle! Now I really was scared in the darkness!

"Go back," I yelled to the others, "go back and guide me back by my sash. My candle has gone out and I cannot see!"

In utter panic I backed into the narrow little passageway and forced the others back, too, until we had backed into the large room where Joe and my friends were waiting. What a relief that was!

"Well, did you see anything?" asked one of them.

"No," I quickly replied, "There was a draft in there that blew my candle out."

"Let's go," said Joe, the guide.

I looked up at him. Our eyes met. I knew that at one time he had seen what I had seen. There was an expression of caution in his eyes, adding to my reluctance to tell anyone. I decided not to.

Out in the open again and in the hot Malta sunshine we thanked the guide, and as we tipped him he looked at me.

"If you really are interested in exploring further it would be wise to join a group. There is a schoolteacher who is going to take a party exploring soon," he said.

I left my address with him and asked him to have the schoolteacher get in touch with me, but I never heard any more about it, until one of my friends called me to read an item from the Valetta paper.

"I say, Lois, remember that tunnel you wanted to explore? It says here in the paper that a schoolmaster and thirty students went exploring, and apparently got as far as we did. They were roped together and the end of the rope was tied to the opening of the cave. As the last student turned the corner where your candle blew out the rope was clean cut, and none of the party was found because the walls caved in."

The shock of this information didn't change my determination not to say anything about my experience in the Hypogaeum, but several months later my sister visited Malta and insisted on making a tour of the underground temple on Hal Saflini. Reluctantly, I went along, retracing the same route; but there was a different guide this time. When we got down to the lowest level, to the room where I had taken off to explore the tunnel entrance was boarded up!

"Wasn't it here that the schoolmaster and the thirty students got trapped?" I asked the guide.

"Perhaps," he replied, with a noncommittal shrug of the shoulders, and refused to say anything more. You cannot get a thing out of the Maltese when they don't want to talk.

"You are new here, aren't you?" I asked him. "Where's Joe, the guide who was here a couple of months ago?"

"I don't know any Joe." He shook his head. "I alone have been showing people around this catacomb for years."

Who was this guide? And why did Joe disappear after we left Hal Saflini that first time? And why is it impossible to get any facts on the disappearing schoolchildren story? In the Summer of 1960, Louise Becker, N.Y.S.I.B.'s treasurer visited Malta during her European trip. She searched old newspaper files and the Museum, trying to get some facts to substantiate my story, but in vain. The Maltese are tight-lipped about the secrets of their island.

Some notes by the editor, FWIW:

Your editor's third lecture, "Flying Saucers and America's Destiny", contains brief references to the Cavern world in the interior of the earth; and it was after hearing this talk to her New York saucer group that Miss Jessop told Mrs. Crabb and me the Malta experience described above.

We spent two days with Lois Jessop during our eastern trip in April, 1960, and found her a charming hostess, cosmopolitan as a much-traveled Englishwoman can be, and a student of the borderland. Lois has a level-headed, level-eyed way of looking at life and people, which is very refreshing; nevertheless, I found her Malta story difficult to believe until Mrs. Crabb and I returned home and I had a chance to look up Malta at the San Diego library. Two Malta articles in the National Geographic are especially fruitful for the underground researcher: Griffith's "Malta, Halting Place of Nations", May, 1920 and Walter's "Wanderers Awheel In Malta", August, 1940. (p. 267, 272)

Walters and another young American friend made a leisurely bicycle tour of Malta in 1939, with plenty of time to get acquainted and to ride around with island teenagers. They visited Hal Saflini, too, and proved the startling amplifying power of the "oracle". They also picked up this sad information from their Maltese friends.

"Years ago one could walk underground from one end of Malta to the other, but all entrances were closed by the government because of a tragedy. On a sight-seeing trip, comparable to a nature study tour in our own schools, a number of elementary children and their teachers descended into the tunneled maze and did not return. For weeks mothers declared that they heard wailing and screaming from underground. But numerous excavations and searching parties brought no trace of the lost souls. After three weeks they were finally given up for dead."

Griffiths noted a hollow-sounding floor in one of the rooms of Hal Saflini, indicating yet unexplored lower levels. He also gives a few facts which back up Richard Shaver's contention that the Deros, the evil Cavern dwellers, are cannibals and enjoy eating human flesh. Hal Saflini was discovered in 1902 but before the Valetta museum director could open it up for the tourists, dirt, broken pottery, and enough normal-sized human bones to account for 33,000 people had to be removed from the rooms of the Hypogaeum. Archaeologists and other innocents believe that catacombs like Hal Saflini were burial tombs; I rather think that it was a Cavern restaurant for the degenerate, undersized descendants of the Atlanteans who were forced into the caves thousands of years ago.

Here is Griffith's description of the "oracle" in the cave: " . . . at about the level of a man's mouth is a hemispherical hole in the wall about two feet in diameter. Here it was noticed only a few months ago that any word spoken into this place was magnified a hundredfold and audible throughout the entire structure. A curved projection is especially carved out of the back of the cave near this hole and acts as a sounding board, showing that the designers had a good knowledge of sound-wave motion. The impression upon the credulous can be imagined when the oracle spoke and the words came thundering forth through the dark and mysterious places with terrifying impressiveness."

GIANTS IN THE EARTH

Lois Jessop was reminded of the peculiar appearance of the twenty-foot giants she saw in Hal Saflini, by a couple of 35mm slide illustrations in my No. 4 Saucer lecture, concerned with mediumship. These slides are copies of Max Heindel's drawings of the human aura, from his book, "Cosmo-Conception", curved lines radiating out beyond the body.

Of the huge Cavern dwellers she saw she said, "their covering seemed to be like long white hair, combed downward and shaggy looking. Their heads were oval and elongated at the chin and top; and the hair on their heads fell about the shoulders like a draped monk's cowl."

Now these underground beings, whatever their origin, have no resemblance to Shaver's Deros. At least we have the fact of their existence; and in this experience of Lois Jessop's, and in the Hal Saflini material in the National Geographics, we do have some of the best factual support of the Shaver Mystery your editor has yet seen. In fact it was this material which encouraged me to go ahead and put together talk No. 5, "The Reality of the Underground", including a portion of Miss Jessop's experience and a review of Shaver's basic theories as spelled out by Ray Palmer in the early Mystic Magazines back in 1954 and 1955. My basic premise is that there are many different races in the interior of the earth, of all shapes, sizes and colors, and of different degrees of density, depending on what level or plane of vibration is normal to them. Along with our former director, Meade Layne, I believe that some of these underground races can shift back and forth across the border between 3-D and 4-D; so that sometimes they are visible to normal humansight and at other times they are invisible — to our great bewilderment!

WHAT SAY THE PROBERT CONTROLS*

The subject of the interior of the earth and Deros came up a few times at the early Mark Probert seances in San Diego. Here is what one member of the Inner Circle, Rajah Natcha, had to say about it, 8/16/50:

"The interior of your earth is largely hollow. If it became solid, in that moment what you call your force of gravity would be... instantly raised many hundreds of times... you would be mashed to the earth... nor is the earth a great mass of fire inside. There are, under the earth, places where one can live comfortably; and indeed where he would be relieved of many of his ills... No, he would not find total darkness, for at certain depths there is light, a diffused glow from rocks and plant life, a kind of phosphorescent light...

"Do you know where the Christian story of the Devil comes from? Many centuries ago when Atlantis went down, many of her people fled into caves. They stayed down there for many generations. Now, their skin did not turn red like your pictures of 'the Old Boy', but rather an extreme white and tones of green. This was brought about by the lack of ultra-violet rays of the sun, and the green was due to absorption from minerals below the surface. From time to time these individuals came to the surface -- some unintentionally came on a surface opening and were seen by the superstitious people of certain sections. And being so different in appearance, you can imagine the fright this created in those who saw them. Most of the hair of the body had completely disappeared, the eyes had grown smaller -- due to lack of light and of vitamins from sun-grown vegetables.

"That which I was speaking of was the origin of your Dero. Some of those who went underground morally degenerated, and with moral degeneration went physical degeneration. That always follows, doesn't it? Some of them are quite like your Australian bushmen. There are some races that are quite out of fashion and have been extinct for many thousands of years. You should try to meet some of your fond ancestors. They would look quite badly in a tuxedo or formal evening dress!"

* Probert was a channeler, popular in the 50s and 60s. He channeled various entities, called "controls", which were queried on a variety of topics. "Rajah Natcha's" remarks are perhaps babble but then there are some anecdotal reports of green-skinned people coming out of cave systems, like the children of Woolpit (http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php?topic=7302.0).
 
I'm adding this here because though it relates to the Azores out in the middle of the Atlantic, megalithic finds being revealed today include very similar so called 'cart tracks' cut into the stone bedrock as are found on Malta. Dating these and other finds that 'should not be there' to around 2,000 BC sounds very conservative, but whatever the truth it blows a big hole in the no one navigated the Atlantic before the 15thc Portuguese.

 
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