Antarctic Sub-glacial River-ways – Austin Bunton Designs

So much lies beneath the ice of the frozen land…

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Table of Contents:

Introduction
2020 Update
Icy Entrances
Projects Below

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Introduction:

Below Antarctica‘s thick covering of ice are Amazon River-sized water-flows in tunnels as big as caverns and giant subway stations. Many of them have been explored. Some have been colonized; Base 211 of Neuschwabenland is a prime example.

It is pleasant in these long tube-like realms so fully protected from the cold and katabatic winds. Some even have light; there is bioluminescence down here. If you are concerned about tides, surges, and flooding, that has been thought of and planned for long ago.

I will likely explore the first of these sub-glacial river-ways by way of Base 211, whenever they invite me in. After that, Inisfree will be built on a central ‘hub’ where many of them converge and draw their source-waters from. In the decades ahead, I may have time and fortune to explore the rest of them. I’ll keep you posted here.

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2020 Update:

The Germans who came here in the ’30s likely marveled at how petrified or frozen they were; these tunnels, once so alive in the long-lost times their blood-memories surely could still somewhat recall, had now turned to gray, blue, and white, frigid and impermeable, alien to the touch and extra-senses. This is what happens when one comes to a land intended to be kept permanent, impenetrable to the chaos-forces, unreachable to the most determined of the invaders; only those still so well-connected to this land, in the past almost-immemorial, and so drawn to reunite with their long-separated angelic (literally) ancestors… could ever hope to get that far, seeing it in its still-pristine nature/state. How heroic they were to attempt this/that… back even when the invasion was still progressing (downward; worsening… decades before The Shift).

I, too, first ventured here long before it was time for the whole place to thaw. I, too, marveled at how frozen it had (chosen to) become. I had no idea back then… that I’d meet my real family here… or be invited by them (they being the true gods)… to remain, making it not only my home, but the place I was destined to guard for them (and for us all).

In the near-Shift time of mostly just ideas floating around (when travel was based more on projections of the mind, rather than going with/in one’s body –which is another sign of the final separation/chaos, prior to the re-stabilization and reunification/s), I woke up with so many ‘dreams’ of having gone out here. Had we really been on those ships? Had it really been just successful projections in post-op’ disguise?

How glad I am that I got to skip into this life, and project there while I longed so hard for my reunion with it, the previous decades having been so much tougher and full of the ongoing final moments of near-chaos separation… How glad I am that I now understand that my return here will be so pleasantly and wisely timed; I’ll be going –with/in my body this time– to stay. (And with my body… I’ll have immensely more of a power/effect on the land; I’ll be able to finish thawing and re-greening it all.) My hat is off to those priceless German ancestors and relatives of mine who did the work it took to get the rest of this going for me, them, and us… even when it meant deciding between maintaining their sacred home-country… or daring to relocate here. How profound the connection their still-unified community must have been… to those who had parented both them and this once-lush now-polar land.

The reason most of the world’s fresh-water is trapped in a mile-thick sheet of continent-covering ice here… is that it is the incredible amount of water once entirely contained in the Worlds Tree that touched this spot on the planet. That “Worlds Tree” is otherwise known as Yggdrasil. Antarctica was its roots-system… or… where the Earth grew out from it… like one big ultra-ancient fruit.

Yggdrasil didn’t necessarily disconnect, at least not the same way we have seen fruits fall from their stems, once ripened at the end of twigs on branches; the world as we know it grew, fanning out from that stem-like point (one of nine back then) on the Worlds Tree, its then-energy form slowly, steadily, and surely taking shape (not yet form, as it had not become truly 3D, much less round, spherical, or an oblate spheroid as it is said to be today). It was spreading out into its own dimension, Yggdrasil having remained the tree-like connection to/for them all. That meant it was able to eventually curve back around the portal-like opening (i.e. “stem” end) which it had made / started from, thereby becoming today’s Earth. (Go to the middle of Antarctica, and you’ll find the portal-like stem-end still there; Earth’s connection to Yggdrasil remains, albeit across the newly-formed Veil (dimensional barrier; the new division/separation between the dimensions/realms). This is why the gods reference it not merely as “the South Polar opening/hole”, …but as a true portal… and one needing (and deserving) protection (lest the same chaos/invader/s out here… arrive (and further spread)).)

The rivers under Antarctica’s ice domes/sheet… are the channels through which the most contact with the energy-people still living in the omni-dimensional Yggdrasil longest-continued to visit this realm we now call “the Earth”. The lands around and between them hardened; petrified… at some point (as the separation of the realms (division and stabilization of the forming dimensions) completed). The (literally) living waters (conscious ancient people and collectives we perceive as mere waterways… at least for now) were able to remain. The right person touching them (such as heroic German refugees returning here to re-settle, their ageless progenitors and ancestors having come into this realm/world from this very spot/tree/(roots)-system)… would be able to reactivate the life-like memories and experiences from them all. (Such is the way all things carry, hold, encode, and reveal their memories.)

Only human scientists (brainwashed to be of the chaos; mentally crippled so that they can only assume negative and dire things, no matter what they are looking at) see the formation and growth of these sub-glacial rivers (and the growing number of ponds and lakes connected to them) as signs of a dooming future; humans think this spells the final and irreversible melting of all Antarctic ice-cover, which will drown all their kind, setting off a global Venus-like “runaway greenhouse-effect”. The truth and reality is that Antarctica’s thawing will reveal more of these ancient, timeless, sacred, and ancestral wisdom-packed living bodies of water that were once housed in the ether-like roots of the Worlds Tree. The truth and reality is that fully exposing them to the open air… and keeping all the ice still above them melted and out in Earth’s oceans again… will result in not a “runaway greenhouse-effect”, …but a re-nourishment of the Worlds Tree, and a restoration/reformation of the thick and impermeable Firmament (which is the one thing that once kept out the invaders posing as humans today; it shielded the surface of the whole planet from the living-chaos that is the Void; the Abyss; Space; the other side of the life-giving and abundance-maintaining Worlds Tree-realm).

For now, though, these still-present sub-glacial river tunnels, and the cavern-like dome-ceiling-ed “pockets” that sometimes dot them, are, like the “volcanic core” of Mt. Shasta housing, shielding, and energizing Telos and its Telosians, one of the last and best refuges for the people who still hear the call of their holy angelic and god-level ancestors… over the tempting and corrupting call of the Abyss (Space; chaos-incarnate; the invaders known as modern humanity and its ‘civilization’). These sub-glacial river tunnels provide pure, untainted water. They are shielded under a mile of radiation-blocking and pollution-blocking ice (the purest water of all –which is one of the purest forms of the living-water beings/collective, much like the Sun is; pure hydrogen, too unified and bright to ever infiltrate –or even approach). They are the way, during the chaos times (near-Shift years/era) back to stable, healthy, happy, informed, awake, aware, enlightened, ascended, proper… oneness.

By me realizing these things, it means these waterways, and the land itself, are calling out to me; they have invited me, starting with this (re)introduction. If you read these words and they resonate with you, you understanding them on a primal and cellular level, through your whole being, then you, too, may have just been invited. Perhaps I’ll see you there, …a mile down beneath the Firmament-like ice of Antarctica.

Now, perhaps, you see why Inisfree’s underground-hemisphere was always designed to connect to these tunnels in all directions –while the surface (upper hemisphere) of that city was forever walled and shielded… since it was exposed, high up above them.

As I rejoin my ancient blood-relatives there (yes, in these tunnels, such as the one which still contains Base 211 and New Berlin)… our reunification… at this point where we all entered this new realm/dimension/world (so long ago)… will end the Ages-long petrification and freezing of this land. Our love for it will make it alive and shape-able again. Together, we will bring it (as one of the stems/nodes/ends) of Yggdrasil… back to bright and brilliant (and chaos-preventing) life.

Humans tried to rally their minion-like masses to stop the thawing of this land. They also tried to convince them all that even the stars had lifespans ultimately dire. Both were one and the same; they were the attempt of the chaos-based collective called humanity… to see if it could utter spells into its minds just strong enough to make it so; the leaders of the invaders which scarred this Earth with its ‘civilization’… wanted everyone here to see Antarctica’s (Yggdrasil’s) resurrection, …and all the wonderful stars (living portals; actual arch-angels) in the sky/skies, …as giant monsters promising certain death. Now you see how chaos works; it always tries to corrupt you/things by teaching (telling; lying to) them that the best things are the worst, and that the inevitable changes and signs of the time/s… can only be bad, when they have always been ever good.

I now make my way closer, every week and day, …to those mighty and ever-flowing rivers, …and the Firmament-section lowered and kept still (stable; emplaced), …feeling its pull, no longer just my own push. I feel and hear the call of my people there. I know why it is that I keep getting so drawn there. I understand why my life-like ‘dreams’ (memories) were always so meddled with by the child-like intrusions/invasions of the humans of Earth’s modern SSP. I now know why Base 211 was put at the very mouth of one of these sub-glacial living-rivers, and why my ‘dreams’ never included my time spent at such sacred places; …it is because while out here, amidst the chaos-incarnate collective/civilization, such perfect experiences can never be (or be remembered), lest they be noticed, intercepted, twisted, or used against us.

Antarctica’s sub-glacial river-ways must and will forever be… protected –even from the high-tech’ ‘wizardry’/clutches/meddling of the SSP. The heroes at Base 211 and New Berlin continue to achieve this, just by being there; their synergy with such sites is perfect, so eternal, natural, and profound. The closest the SSP humans (such as those of the Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate (ICC)) can ever get… is the flimsy little research stations back up on the outside surface of the ice kept here to protect them (the tunnels / living rivers; shielding, preserving, and hiding the/their sacred and infinite knowledge/memory/ies).

I’ll remember the rest of those ‘dreams’ of mine… of being here… when I finally (re)arrive. I remember only the going-portions of them, I still being on this side of the Firmament-like ice-dome/s. I’ll remember the there-portions once there.

Nothing can stop this. Nothing can meddle then and there; the chaos-beings can only exist out here in the Space-exposed realm/s, not ever that close to the living-waters of these river-tunnels, and especially not under the Ages-enduring ice-covering that is the world’s greatest and widest shield. My memories-trust (like a trust-fund, but for memories, not money) awaits… where my hands and feet (and then my whole body, as I always jump in) will reconnect with those/these living rivers.

And now I see why the rainstorm and waterfall recordings are so stabilizing for me; that natural “static” / “white-noise” has such a drowning-out and vision-restoring effect. Now I see why such sounds were playing for me while I wrote this. Now I… see.

This must be what let the Germans here see… what/all they needed… in order to make it into Space… so much earlier than the U.S. Space program ever did… and without the corrupting effect or influence of the invaders… no matter how far out they ‘sailed’ or flew. These sub-glacial river tunnels granted them that clarity, shielding, and knowledge. Imagine that powerful effect… on an already-powerful and already-unified people… constantly over the ten decades since their first arrival. Wow.