Chrism Unveiled


Sign or symbol, the difference may seem tenuous: a world would hold on to it. The sign is immediate, it clearly shows what it designates. An arrow is a sign that indicates a direction. It’s immediate, everyone can understand. A symbol is a sign that we do not necessarily understand.

To understand a symbol, you have to share the culture of the issuer, the person who put it there. Why there ? Why this particular symbol? Why today? The symbol, to be interpreted, requires an examination of the context, cultural references, other occurrences of that same symbol in the same context or in a different context … And after all these studies, one cannot be sure of it. ‘have fully understood.

See this high relief that adorns this Templar church.By passing the mouse over the image, bring up the tooltip to get the coordinates. It represents a chrism, P and X intertwined, the Greek letters alpha and omega on either side. It is a very famous Christian symbol, and its interpretation is part of the intangible a priori, engraved in marble like the chrism itself. Any member of the Christian clergy will tell you, P stands for Pax and X stands for Christ. The chrism is therefore read Pax Christi. Christ Peace. The symbol, for Christians, means that the peace of Christ was there in the beginning and it will accompany us until the end.

Singular aphorism, if we take into account the fact that peace itself, we always wait for it. Whether it comes from Christ or his sister, frankly speaking, we have never seen a bit of it. Peace is desired. For the sake of nitpicking, I would add that two letters P and X can be made to say something quite different. Pope Pius X, for example. And here, precisely, for example too. And PaX alone. Or Porn X. Windows XP. Anything you want.



When I look at this thing, the chrism, it’s not the letters that strike me. Immediately the drawing tells me something. For me it is very clear. No symbol to decipher, everything is shown. It represents something that existed, that was there at the beginning and that will come back at the end of the match. A sign that is very easy to read when you know where to look. The message is readable, unequivocal, without X to say Christ, only solid. Only facts.

The design evokes the Celtic cross. The real one, which could be even older. The one that has all four branches of the same length. In my opinion it goes back to the origin of this humanity, fifth of the name. Or sixth according to some? It does not evoke death, this one. We search in vain for the tortured. It will not appear until the Middle Ages, when the lower branch was lengthened to make it the cross of torture. Embarrassing prospect. There were crosses at every crossroads in Europe.

The cross also predates Jesus, it is even older than crypto-Christianity – I am not talking about the catacombs in Roman times, but about a religion of awakening, that of Christ Esus, that one calls Mithras in the East and that the Bretons identified with Saint Yves. In my opinion it goes back to the beginning of this humanity, fifth of the name. Or sixth according to some?

 The cross is that of the origin. I see the partition that divides the island of Atlantis, which is circular, into equal districts or quarters, or the mother ship Hyperborea Nibiru, which is also circular. Seen from above, this ship or this artificial island revealed the cross formed by four rivers, yes, the four rivers of Eden. These rivers flowed from a high mountain that the Greeks named Olympus, but which is not Mount Olympus, later renamed and localized in Greece, when the Greeks had forgotten everything. Which according to Plato sometimes happens to them.



This cross has always been the signature of the former gods. The mark of terraformers. Is there a logo that is simpler, easier to remember, more natural too? We see this logo everywhere, so we will constantly think about the gods of Hyperborea, which was their goal. The invention of Jesus and neo-Christianity could not ignore such a symbol, totally omnipresent. The Fathers of the Church therefore christianized it. They found a trick to relate it to the pretty legend they had composed. Alas the trick was morbid.

It is indeed the Hyperborea cross that we find identically in the chrism – clearly present but from an unusual angle. It is no longer vertical as in the Celtic cross, but horizontal and seen from above. Which is even more consistent with the model. It is inscribed in a circle, here in perspective it forms an ellipse, which represents the entire surface of Atlantis, Mu, Lemuria or Hyperborea. All the machines of the former gods affected this quadripartition. On each of them, we could see this gigantic cross from afar, four giant rivers shimmering with a thousand lights.

In the following image, the chrism is compared to our old weather vanes showing the four cardinal points in a horizontal position, surmounted by an animal figure, most often a Gallic rooster. In the following model, we see a man running – a rather rare figure. My purpose is to show you how to read the chrism. The X is horizontal like the cardinal points, it is not an X but a cross with four right angles, but by a perspective effect we see it in the form of an X and in the same plane as the P.



I touched on this question some time ago in connection with Sol Invictus, the Roman religion of the Undefeated Sun. I urge you to read it, it can be considered as the first part of this article.

Undefeated Sun, funny name. I have scratched under the dust of centuries. And what did I find? This is not our present modest sun. For a star, the adjective undefeated seems inappropriate. What are the battles of a star? No. Unless it’s the Death Star from Star Wars. But we are not talking about the same thing anymore. Our brave sun has nothing to do with this story.

As seen from the Earth, the sun in question turns out to be a thousand times bigger, a hundred thousand times brighter than the star of the day. The little sun was defeated, literally, by the powerful light of the artificial star which then occupied nearly half of the sky. A large portion of the northern sky was occupied by a huge, hyper-luminous sphere. This super sun was a wandering planet, a vessel piloted by ancient astronauts, stabilized above the North Pole in geostationary orbit.

Of course, compared to the sun, this wandering planet was much smaller. Its position very close to our planet gave it an apparent size quite gigantic. Likewise for its brilliance. It only reflected sunlight like the moon. Except that the high-tech machine knew how to amplify this light in surprising proportions. The entire time that Hyperborea remained glued to the top of the North Pole, the true sun found itself relegated to a subordinate role. Its light seemed faint, feeble, fragile and so far away! The mothership appeared so much bigger, so much brighter!



I am aware that I am proposing a staggering hypothesis for most of my readers. It will seem all the more hazardous if we are not imbued with a whole context that I have developed in hundreds of articles. The reader will find first-hand information, mysteries that are no longer, secrets gleaned during my time forays. The past exists forever in a universe created by him, and especially for him. Nothing disappears, time does not exist, let’s say not all the time, not everywhere. The past is still there somewhere, you just have to know where to look for it.

As for the future, it exists in a multiplicity of forms. The one that materializes for you is not the same as mine. We operate in a multiverse of infinite nuances, nothing is totally the same as anything else, no one is ever totally different from all other living things. It is therefore possible for us, by a simple displacement of the assemblage point, to visit such or such point of the past as of the future. For the total being that we are in potential, that we will perhaps realize, everything is possible, everything is allowed.

With my friends on the roofs of rue Gay Lussac on May 18, 1968, spitting our lungs because of the tear gas, our ears glued to our transistors set to Europe 1 or RTL, we got out of the pincers that the CRS wanted to close on we. But the two aforementioned radios guided us as we went along, totally on the side of the young insurgents, like almost all of the people of Paris. De Galle was not Thiers the infamous old man, far from it! Yet the Commune was in everyone’s mind. The New Dream could have taken shape. It was much too early, I guess …

Being ahead of time is like being wrong.




Each has its own beliefs, and the sacred cows will be well guarded. Our ancestors swallowed everything. They swallowed snakes with the ease of a snake charmer at the square Djema-el-Fnah in Marrakech. For centuries, all these texts remained locked in libraries strictly protected by the Holy See. Until the invention of typography around 1440, all writings were copied by copyists. Monks, most often.  In their convent they copied what the superior told them to copy, omitting and adding what he told them. The control of the Catholic Church was almost total for a long time.

A host of bogus anecdotes, full of errors and anachronisms, were added by the copyists. It was counting without the web, without the planetary dissemination of all the texts that were once inaccessible. And to correct the course.

I am a mythologist and philosopher. As a friend of wisdom, I take a critical look at all mythologies: is it true? Is it distorted? Is it exaggerated? For what reasons? My work has no other purpose than to face the naked truth — if such a thing does exist! “With a critical eye and a mind free of everything a priori. That is why many of you read me.” Your convictions are yours. They help you to live, far from me the idea of dynamiting them, from the ancient Greek dunamos, which means angel.

Let this not prevent believers from believing, nor the unbelievers from not believing. All beliefs are infinitely respectable, although I prefer to align myself with my eternal principle of uncertainty, choosing to believe without believing.



We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.
Carlos Castaneda