Comments on: Manly P. Hall and the “Mysteries” http://www.manlyphall.org Manly Palmer Hall Media Archive and Memorial Mon, 06 Feb 2012 20:08:58 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Word 2009 | Conscious Media Network http://www.manlyphall.org/articles/manly-p-hall-and-the-mysteries/comment-page-1/#comment-27636 Word 2009 | Conscious Media Network Mon, 14 Nov 2011 23:57:27 +0000 http://1552047291#comment-27636 [...] - theglobeandmail.com Solar Power Plans Take Off at Home, Business and City Levels - greenbiz.com Manly P. Hall and the Mysteries - manlyphall.org 13 things that do not make sense - newscientist.com The Great Recession: America Becomes Thrift [...] [...] - theglobeandmail.com Solar Power Plans Take Off at Home, Business and City Levels - greenbiz.com Manly P. Hall and the Mysteries - manlyphall.org 13 things that do not make sense - newscientist.com The Great Recession: America Becomes Thrift [...]

]]> By: anton http://www.manlyphall.org/articles/manly-p-hall-and-the-mysteries/comment-page-1/#comment-15884 anton Wed, 11 Aug 2010 20:32:39 +0000 http://1552047291#comment-15884 Manly Hall was great thinker, but you can think anything and that does not mean is true.Maybe the pyramids were built 10,500 years ago from the giants and used as places to ancor or put or build a big ark to save the flood Manly Hall was great thinker, but you can think anything and that does not mean is true.Maybe the pyramids were built 10,500 years ago from the giants and used as places to ancor or put or build a big ark to save the flood

]]> By: Smithy http://www.manlyphall.org/articles/manly-p-hall-and-the-mysteries/comment-page-1/#comment-6755 Smithy Wed, 16 Sep 2009 16:32:35 +0000 http://1552047291#comment-6755 Never really been a big fan of David Wilcock. He appeared to be famous because he looked like an extraordinary man from an earlier time and this was regarded as evidence of reincarnation. !?! Pleased to see that he enjoys and respects the hard-work laid down by Manly P Hall. Never really been a big fan of David Wilcock. He appeared to be famous because he looked like an extraordinary man from an earlier time and this was regarded as evidence of reincarnation. !?!

Pleased to see that he enjoys and respects the hard-work laid down by Manly P Hall.

]]> By: Debra Pessein http://www.manlyphall.org/articles/manly-p-hall-and-the-mysteries/comment-page-1/#comment-6689 Debra Pessein Mon, 14 Sep 2009 18:14:14 +0000 http://1552047291#comment-6689 When I first arrived in view of the metropolis I am looking out, and down from a window hovering above. The room I am in is dark, and I am alone. Looking out and down, I see that this city is unlike any city I have ever seen before: all the structures seem to circle in towards the center- it is huge, expansive, intricately embroidered with technical diversity; architecturally abstruse the buildings are opaque extending to odd heights and angles- not unlike crystal formation. Out from the center the architecture starts to blend into buildings of mason, stone, and steel. As I look closer I notice long white cylinder trains spiral in and out from the city center. I move away from the window, to try now to adjust my vision to grasp this darkened room. I move with my hands sweeping the area in front of me, trying to feel something, arriving with my palms flat on a wall- that echoes ever so faintly with the rhythm of motion. I follow the feel of the smooth wall until I arrive back once again at the window. I look out and find that in my absence we had gained elevation. I could now see that the city was in fact circular- with a diameter approximately ten miles across. The entire inner city is environed by a garden/green belt maybe one mile wide. In this green belt I can see pebbled pathways, sculpted gardens, and courtyards full of activity, with the faint details of people in motion throughout. The trains continue to spiral outwards/inwards. We gain more elevation, I can now see for miles. Out from this green belt, is the agricultural belt, it is by far the largest area of the whole- approximately twenty miles wide- extending the entire perimeter of the metropolis. Lakes and streams are in abundance. I can see greenhouses, open farmlands, grain and orchard, other areas I see cattle grazing, horses, and other livestock. The trains continue their spiral inwards/outwards towards the last perimeter of the whole- the entire perimeter is environed by brick buildings, approximately ten stories high. Beyond this outer structure- the perimeter that encloses the metropolis within- there are the natural landscapes. I imagine for a moment the wealth and pride each member of this society must enjoy as they look out their windows each and every day, and there is something inside me that yearns for our return. Beyond this city, heading off through natural landscapes, I see the faint detail of trains heading out towards other circular cites in the distance, and beyond. And then a voice resonates from within “You see our cities are circular as are the crafts we fly.” When I first arrived in view of the metropolis I am looking out, and down from a window hovering above. The room I am in is dark, and I am alone. Looking out and down, I see that this city is unlike any city I have ever seen before: all the structures seem to circle in towards the center- it is huge, expansive, intricately embroidered with technical diversity; architecturally abstruse the buildings are opaque extending to odd heights and angles- not unlike crystal formation. Out from the center the architecture starts to blend into buildings of mason, stone, and steel. As I look closer I notice long white cylinder trains spiral in and out from the city center. I move away from the window, to try now to adjust my vision to grasp this darkened room. I move with my hands sweeping the area in front of me, trying to feel something, arriving with my palms flat on a wall- that echoes ever so faintly with the rhythm of motion. I follow the feel of the smooth wall until I arrive back once again at the window. I look out and find that in my absence we had gained elevation. I could now see that the city was in fact circular- with a diameter approximately ten miles across. The entire inner city is environed by a garden/green belt maybe one mile wide. In this green belt I can see pebbled pathways, sculpted gardens, and courtyards full of activity, with the faint details of people in motion throughout. The trains continue to spiral outwards/inwards. We gain more elevation, I can now see for miles. Out from this green belt, is the agricultural belt, it is by far the largest area of the whole- approximately twenty miles wide- extending the entire perimeter of the metropolis. Lakes and streams are in abundance. I can see greenhouses, open farmlands, grain and orchard, other areas I see cattle grazing, horses, and other livestock. The trains continue their spiral inwards/outwards towards the last perimeter of the whole- the entire perimeter is environed by brick buildings, approximately ten stories high. Beyond this outer structure- the perimeter that encloses the metropolis within- there are the natural landscapes. I imagine for a moment the wealth and pride each member of this society must enjoy as they look out their windows each and every day, and there is something inside me that yearns for our return. Beyond this city, heading off through natural landscapes, I see the faint detail of trains heading out towards other circular cites in the distance, and beyond. And then a voice resonates from within “You see our cities are circular as are the crafts we fly.”

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