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"Who Built the Pyramids?"
by Dare U Believe
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Changing history, clearing up mistakes and wife’s tales is my mission in life. Recently i journeyed through the scalding deserts of Egypt to find an ancient temple I’d heard rumors of. It was a treacherous trek by foot and camelback to what seemed like the middle of nowhere. My guide, Akbar, assured me that we would find what we were looking for soon though so we pushed on.
After eight days of painful sandstorms blasting away layers of skin, we finally reached our destination. A small pyramid, recently unearthed, whose diminutive size belied the enormous expanses still buried beneath the sand. A small opening at its base beckoned us into darkness. |
Torches in hand, we ventured down into its belly, twisting and turning through endless corridors until I was no longer sure which direction I was heading. Akbar, chattered excitedly the deeper we went until his words were nothing but a blur, buzzing through my head. We seemed to step out into a large open area when he stopped and I had to catch myself to keep from running into him. The sudden silence was consuming and shadow closed in around his unmoving form.
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“There” he said, pointing at the wall in front of him. “There is the answer that you seek.”
I stepped around him, waving my torch from side to side in front of me. I could see pictures on the wall, hieroglyphs, that had to have been centuries old, but it was too dark for me to make them out well. I ran my hand along the wall, feeling the creases in the stones and the outlines of the images, until I bumped against a torch cradle. I lit the torch resting there and flinched at its added brightness.
In the distance I could see another torch and another, until there was enough light to see the chamber in which we stood. I turned back to the wall my guide had led me to and examined the site closely. It was unbelievable. |
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The hieroglyphs told a tale different then the one we’ve known for hundreds of years of slaves and torture. I saw no signs of hundreds of men pulling stones larger then houses up onto a platform to create this mighty building in which we stood. No dog headed gods, no pharaohs staring down from up high; there were none of these things we so often expect to find.
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Instead, there sitting in the sand, was a mammoth child, draped in a rag of a diaper, mixing sand and water in a large bucket. The images told of his shaping the mixture into large blocks and then stacking them into this pyramid. The child’s face is happy, until the arrival of his parents, large creatures that faded into the sky. They scooped him up and carried the screaming child away leaving his creation to dry in the sun and be overtaken by humans.
There you have it, the truth behind one of the greatest mysteries of all time. Pyramids were in fact built by the children of enormous beings on beach vacations and we are nothing more then the insects swarming over the remnants they left behind. The reality we know is a fallacy created by clever minds to gain power. Creating gods and monsters to win throne and dominate weaker minds. Without the lies and cover up I doubt the pharaohs could have ruled so mercilessly for so many years, for who would follow someone who spoke up giant babies and sand castles. |
I hope this revelation opens your mind as much as it did mine. Remember search for the real truth don’t just settle for what you’ve been told.
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