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#298_1E: Wincenty’s story on treasures from "Polish Eldorado" in tunnels under the Babia Góra with rocks hiding a gate

Motto: "One oral assurance of someone well known to us is worth more than bookshelves full of certified guarantees from experts or authorities."

I dedicate the content of this post to seekers of treasures, to hunters of the "Polish Eldorado" from the Babia Góra undergrounds, to finders of grains of truth even in legends about strange habits of old dragons that accumulate huge treasures in their lairs and then love to recline on these valuables, to followers of legends about the land of Shambhala, Agartha and the underground city of Shangri-La, to hunters and visitors of glassy underground tunnels that cover the entire earth, to UFO researchers, to admirers of the Indiana Jones adventures, etc. All these adventurous threads are contained in an unusual tradition - the beginning of which was revealed to me in times of my high-school, while many years later which I published under the name of Wincenty's story. (Wincenty is the Polish spelling of the Christian name "Vincent".)

Wincenty told me his story when I still were too young and too inexperienced to be able to distinguish the crucial from the unimportant, and to know the role of the passage of time as the greatest waster of human knowledge. After all, only as an experienced scientist I developed my current habit, that if in my life I come across "something" extremely important for many people (such as seeing the "burning bush" described in item #J3 from the web page named "petone.htm") - then in accordance to the old Polish saying about "forging iron while hot" I immediately try to document it, get to know all the details and secrets related to it, and publish it for the benefit of other people. This is because now I know that if I do NOT do it immediately, the passage of time will cause irreversible wasting of the essential knowledge contained in this "something". After all, as a result of my youthful lack of action in the matter of Wincenty's story, I never went with him to the Polish mountain "Babia Góra" so that he could lead me to the "rock" that hid the "gate" to undergrounds, and to demonstrate to me the secret of opening this gate both from the outside, as well as from the inside. Thus, when Wincenty died, his knowledge on this subject has perished. On the other hand, only later, as a scientist, I discovered that all this knowledge about the tunnel under the Babia Góra was offered to me for a very important reason. Later I gradually confirmed the truth of almost every key element in Wincenty's story. The almost only key element, which still remains as an unproven mystery until this day, is the location of the "rock" with hidden "gates" to undergrounds, and the secret of manual opening of the locking mechanism of these "gates". As a proof that the element of his story about a rock and the gate hidden in it, is also true, can serve the following 2:21-minute long video showing a similar stony gate documented in Northern Ireland (a link to this video is provided in (3) below):

Various findings indicate that interested in finding the tunnel under the Polish mountain Babia Góra was the same Hitler's special service, which was also looking for the underground world of Shambhala and Agartha. However, we do not know the answer to the questions: did this special service enter the tunnels under Babia Góra, did it empty the goods stored in there or did it add own spoils to these goods? We also do not know whether it was this special service that has destroyed the known entrances to these tunnels? However, regardless what would be the answer to these questions it is still worth looking for the entrance to these tunnels. After all, if special service destroyed the entrance to these tunnels then it may mean that there is still something enough valuable in the tunnels, that it was worth protecting it against access of unauthorized people. In turn, if the special service has NOT managed to enter these tunnels, then it may mean that the goods and treasures accumulated in tunnels for centuries can still be in there. Moreover, if the entrance to these tunnels is once again rediscovered, then due to the world-wide publicity that the UFO tunnels from Babia Góra are already enjoying, this entrance will become a "gold mine" for the finder and for the enterprise and the state that will make available to tourists this mysterious (and probably also beautiful) system of underground UFO tunnels and chambers. Location of the rock with the "gate" to the Babia Góra tunnels can be discovered, for example, by accident - as it has happened with the gate documented in the above video. Since many readers of my publications visit Babia Góra every year, I would like to encourage them to look in there for everything that is unusual, and perhaps accidentally "something" shows the gate to them. In turn if someone accidentally finds the gate, then please remember that there is a significant reason why all the knowledge about Babia Góra tunnels and about their meaning and content was given to me first. (Only that, as I believe, the power that stands behind the transfer of this knowledge to me clearly wishes that the implementation of the goals with which these tunnels are symbolically connected, has been done with NOT my own hands.) Nevertheless, it is also almost certain that this power would NOT be willing to forgive (without incurring consequences) to those people, institutions, or states whom, knowing about the connections of the tunnels from Babia Góra with my inventions and research outcomes, in the future would start to draw profits that arise from the discovery of the entrance to these tunnels and from their existence, however, they would NOT allocate the traditional "tithing" from these profits toward the development, research and implementation of my inventions and research outcomes. Therefore, the punishing potential of this power, human decency, and my clear wishes, require that every person, institution and state that will ever make any profit from the UFO tunnel under Babia Góra, would donate the "tithe" from these profits, toward financing the construction, further research, and implementation in real life, the products of my creative achievements and inventions, especially my: "Oscillatory Chamber", "Magnocraft", "Time Vehicle", "perpetual motion" machines and generators of free energy, and "Concept of Dipolar Gravity".

I initially repeated the Wincenty's story in chapter A - "Wprowadzenie" from the treatise [4b] (available in Polish only) entitled "Tunele NOL spod Babiej Góry" (i.e. "UFO tunnels from Babia Góra", while later also (already in English) in subsection V5.3.2 from volume 17 of my monograph [1/5]. Because since its publication, the truth of the information provided in this story has been confirmed by a lot of additional items of evidence, I will report here the key elements of this evidence. However, before I list them in items below, firstly to spare the reader's laborious search I am to repeat the whole Wincenty's story. Here it is:

As this was usually the case in winters of Poland in 1950s, this evening an electric blackout happened again. So we were sitting by the fire from the wood burner, listening to cracks of the flames and observing flashes of lights moving on ceiling and on walls. Wincenty ignited his pipe, sat comfortably, and looked at me long with some strange attention, hesitation, and a puzzling expression on his face. I felt that he thinks intensely about something and that perhaps I am going to hear one more of his extraordinary stories. After some time he started:

"When I was in your age, one evening my father proclaimed that the next day we are going into a long trip. However, in the morning I was surprised that instead of usual preparations for a market, my father only packed a kerosene lamp, matches, and food. My curiosity grew even more, when we went on foot, instead as usually - in a horse wagon. But I did not say a word, because I knew that my father will tell me at a right time whatever I should know. When we left the boundaries of our village, my father who was leading in silence, called me with a sign of his hand to walk next to him. "Wicek" he said, "a right time just come, that you learn the secret of our ancestors. This secret we pass from father to son since the oldest times. We keep it in family for the "black hour". Apart from me, about this secret knows one person per several families spread over other villages. This secret is a hidden underground passage. So watch now the path, as I am going to show it to you only once. You must remember it for the rest of your life." The remaining way we walked again in silence. We walked so until the footsteps of Babia Góra from the Slovakian side. My father stopped again and pointed to me a small rock at around one-third of height of this mountain. "Wicek" he said, "notice this rock, as it hides the entrance to the underground". When we climbed to the rock, I was surprised that no entrance is visible. My father lined on a corner of it with his shoulder-blades and started to push. I stood surprised, because from a close distance the rock looked too large for a single person being able to push it. "Bloody ..." my father swore, "long unopened and must be stagnated - do not just look but help me to push". I jumped to it and pushed - the rock jerked and after an initial resistance started to move surprisingly lightly. An opening was exposed sufficiently large to ride a horse wagon through it. My father ignited the kerosene lamp then pushed the rock on the previous place. It shut completely the entrance opening. Then my father started to walk along a straight tunnel that started from this rock and led quite steeply downwards. I was chocked with the surprise, because something like this I never saw in my whole life before. The tunnel was huge and it would easily accommodate not only a horse wagon, but even an entire train. It led straight like a bullet. The cross-section of it was circular, but slightly flattened from the top. The surface of it was slightly wavy, like etched with the edge of a huge drill. Walls and floor were shiny, like poured with glass. Although it rapidly descended down, it was surprisingly dry. No trace of water leaking from walls or flowing along the floor. I also noticed that our shoes walking on this glassy floor did not produce any sharp sound which one would expect during walking on rock; the sound of steps was silenced like the floor of this tunnel was covered with some sort of lining.

After quite a long march, the tunnel joined a huge chamber shaped like a barrel standing slightly slanted. The walls of this chamber were glossy like walls of the tunnel by which we arrived. But they were not waved. In turn the floor and ceiling were formed in some strange spiral pattern looking like a solidified whirl on water. Outlets of several tunnels converged in this chamber. Some of them had circular cross-section, other - triangular. My father placed the lamp on the floor and sit for a moment to rest. In turn I started to look around of this chamber. Under walls far from tunnels the floor was covered with various objects, chests, barrels, and various weapon. I saw parts of knight armours, various axes, clubs, swords, bayonets, and also ancient firearms. My attention was attracted to an unusually beautiful shotgun, with very long and richly incrusted barrel, and a white butt. I took this shotgun to my hands and started to look at it, but my father yelled at me "do not touch - we do not have oil to preserve it again". "But we can take it with us" I replied. "No" my father said, "all this must wait here in case of the arrival of difficult times". So I sat next to father. He started to explain. "Tunnels that you see here lead to every country and to every continent. You can walk through them wherever you wish, of course if you know how to move in them. This tunnel from left leads to Germany, then to England, and further to America, where it joins the tunnel from the right side. In turn the tunnel to the right leads to Russia, then to Caucus, and China, further to Japan, and finally to America. To America you can also walk through remaining tunnels, which run under poles of Earth. Each one of these tunnels every now and again has branching chambers similar to the one in which we are just now, where it joins with tunnels leading in different directions. In this labyrinth it is easily to get lost. Therefore our ancestors used signs, which informed which tunnel is to be chosen. Come now I show you how these signs look like". We approached one of these tunnels and then I noticed at the entrance to it several primitive drawings made with some black paint or dried blood. My father show me one drawing after other and explained their meaning. One of them indicated the dragon lair under the king's castle in Wawel from former Polish capital Cracow.

When he was explaining these drawings to me, unexpectedly a sound of far rambling, hissing, and squeak started to be heard. It resembled me an arriving steam train, which changes rails on slip points, and breaks. My father stopped talking and said "the rest I will explain to you in the return way, now we must leave fast". We started to climb hastily along the arrival tunnel, chased by the increasingly loud rambling and metallic squeak. My father visibly was worrying and frequently looked behind. When we run to the rock at the entrance, the hissing and squeak was so loud as if the train was breaking just behind our back. After we left outside, and shut the rock behind us, my father fell exhausted. After quite a long rest he started to explain to me. "Tunnels that you saw were not caved by people, but by omnipotent creatures that live underground. These creatures use such tunnels for travelling from one side of the world to other sides. They use fiery flying machines for this purpose. If such a machine hits us, we would get cooked from the heat it creates. Fortunately in the tunnel voice goes far, so there is enough time to get out of way of these machines when one hears them. Besides, these creatures live in other parts of the world and in our areas they fly very rarely. So our ancestors used their tunnels to hide from invaders and to march fast to other areas." During the return path my father explained to me the meaning of remaining drawings. He also ordered that - when the right time comes - I show the entrance to this tunnel to someone trusted, so that the secret knowledge of ancestors is not lost."

The fire in the wood burner and the pipe of Wincenty almost burned out completely. I knew that this is the end of story.

... (This post needed to be cut in two parts because of the memory allocation to this blog, so it is continued below as post #298_2E) ...
sobota, 30 czerwca 2018, totalizm

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