1 Emerald Tablets Of Thoth Pt 1 Of 7

Part 1 of a 7-part bedtime series of the Emerald Tablets by ancient Atlantean King Thoth, ruler and teacher of Egypt. Written 36,000 years BC, translated in the 1920s by Doreal, Thoth tells of his path to enlightenment explaining the mysteries of time, space, and evolution. You too can evolve spiritually by studying these texts. The more times you listen, the deeper your understanding. I’ve emphasised a few parts of the text as a prompt to repeat the words in your head as he instructs.

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Transcript

The Emerald Tablets of Thoth or Thot,

Part 1 of 7.

Written 36,

000 years ago BC.

Translated by Doriel.

I'll begin with my own introduction.

The following texts are said to be written at the end of the rule of Thoth or Thot in Egypt.

Thoth is said to be the Atlantean priest-king who could see the fall of Atlantis coming,

So led his wise followers out of Atlantis and into Egypt.

There he was a wise and generous ruler.

Through an advanced consciousness that surpasses the need for death and the ability to rejuvenate his body,

He ruled for 16,

000 years,

Teaching the people of Egypt civic and religious practices,

Writing,

Medicine,

Music and magic.

There is more you can research about Thoth in books and on the internet as you wish.

Pronunciation of these texts is always a matter of debate.

From such a long time ago even the greatest experts can only guess.

In a channeling session where I interviewed the 13th dimension entity Merkrodan,

He mentioned the word Ankh.

This is the symbol we so often see in the paintings of ancient Egypt.

Usually made of gold,

It is roughly the shape of the Christian cross,

But the top part is a circle instead of a stick.

Merkrodan told me this represents the flow of energy in the human body.

He said to picture Jesus with arms outstretched speaking to his followers.

This is the main shape,

But that the circle didn't go over the head from shoulder to shoulder.

It actually went over the head from the front of the heart right over the top to the back of the heart.

This is the flow the Egyptians speak of in orgasm,

Where they train themselves to lift the energy up through the torso and then flow it out of the front of the heart,

Over the head and in through the back.

It's very different from the way we allow energy these days to escape out of the bottom of the torso,

Where it wastes away and does nothing to rejuvenate our bodies.

By lifting the energy up,

Circling it over your head and into your back,

You recycle the energy and become stronger.

He also pointed out that the sides of the arc,

The hands,

Give much energy just like we experience in Reiki and quantum healing these days.

The original reason for the hug was two people putting their hands on the back of the other person,

Level with the heart to give loving energy to each other you can receive through your back.

You can focus on this next time you give a hug and ask the other person to do the same for you.

It feels really good.

He also pointed out that you receive in the back good and bad vibes from other people,

Which is where you get the saying to be stabbed in the back.

This is where you receive it all and you give from the front.

So that makes sense.

Anyway,

That's the story of the arc.

Merckredan told me much of the ancient language of Egypt is hard to write because it's all about the breath.

Breath is everything.

If you've read the Magdalene manuscripts from Tom Kenyon and Judy Sion,

It also talks about Egyptian training with the breath.

So when you look at the word arc,

A-N-K-H,

It's actually pronounced like the out-breath of a yawn.

Hunk.

Which is kind of hard to write,

Don't you think?

There are other Egyptian words where the H is an out-breath,

And so this is why I choose to pronounce the name as tot rather than thoth.

Dorial translated these texts in 1925.

He said there are 12 tablets,

But he's only translated 10.

The final tablets are apparently too powerful for us to handle just yet.

We need to learn to become more responsible with our powers before they are revealed.

He split them into 13 sections and has added two separate tablets on the end as supplementary,

So it's a total of 15.

How Dorial reached the tablets in order to translate them is not explained.

He may be a chaneller,

A remote viewer,

Or a teleporter.

Mokhruddin told me there are already several thousand people in the world who can teleport.

They're just not going to tell anyone in case they are forced into unsafe situations by unpleasant people,

So they keep it to themselves.

If this is the case,

It is possible Dorial went into the chambers underground and viewed them directly.

Otherwise,

The information may have been sent to him through a channelling.

In his introduction,

Dorial recommends these texts are read 100 times as more wisdom will present itself to you with deeper study.

I felt they would make a good bedtime story as you will absorb much information in a totally relaxed state.

Even if you fall asleep,

You will still absorb the words.

I've broken them into sections of two tablets that last about 30 minutes each section.

This one,

Including the introduction,

Will be slightly longer,

As will the final section which has the 15th tablet.

So lie back,

Relax,

Smile,

Breathe slowly and deeply,

Listen to the words as often as you wish.

I'd love to know if you find your understanding grows with repeated listening.

There is no bell at the end of these recordings,

So it's easy for you to trail off to sleep contemplating your newly acquired knowledge.

Enjoy.

Tablet 1.

The History of Tote the Atlantean I,

Tote,

The Atlantean master of mysteries,

Keeper of records,

Mighty king,

Magician,

Living from generation to generation,

Being about to pass into the halls of Amantii.

Set down for the guidance of those that are to come after these records of the mighty wisdom of great Atlantis.

In the great city of Chior,

On the island of Undal,

In a time far past I began this incarnation.

Not as the little man of the present age did.

The mighty ones of Atlantis live and die.

But rather from aeon to aeon did they renew their life in the halls of Amantii where the river of life flows eternally onwards.

A hundred times ten have I descended the dark way that led into light.

And as many times have I ascended from the darkness into the light,

My strength and power renewed.

Now for a time I descend,

And the men of Chem shall know me no more.

But in a time yet unborn will I rise again,

Mighty and potent,

Requiring an accounting of those left behind me.

Then beware,

O men of Chem,

If ye have falsely betrayed my teaching,

For I shall cast ye down from your highest state into the darkness of the caves from whence ye came.

Betray not my secrets to the men of the north or the men of the south,

Lest my curse fall upon ye.

Remember and heed my words,

For surely I will return again,

And require of thee that which ye guard.

I,

Even from beyond time and from beyond death,

Will I return,

Rewarding or punishing as ye have requited your truest.

Great were my people in the ancient days,

Great beyond the conception of the little people now around me.

Knowing the wisdom of old,

Seeking far within the heart of infinity,

Knowledge that belonged to earth's youth.

Wise were we with the wisdom of the children of light who dwelt among us.

Strong were we with the power drawn from the eternal fire.

And all of these greatest among the children of men was my father,

Tartmé,

Keeper of the great temple,

Link between the children of light who dwelt within the temple and the races of men who inhabited the ten islands.

Mouthpiece after the three of the dweller of Oonall,

Speaking to the kings with the voice that must be obeyed.

Grew I there from a child into manhood,

Being taught by my father the elder mysteries,

Until in time there grew within the fire of wisdom,

Until it burst into a consuming flame.

Not desired I but the attainment of wisdom,

Until on a great day the command came from the dweller of the temple that I be brought before him.

Few there were among the children of men who had looked upon that mighty face and lived,

For not as the sons of men are the children of light when they are not incarnate in a physical body.

Chosen was I from the sons of men,

Taught by the dweller so that his purposes might be fulfilled,

Purposes yet unborn in the womb of time.

Long ages I dwelt in the temple,

Learning ever and yet ever more wisdom until I too approached the light emitted from the great fire.

Taught me he the path to Armanty,

The underworld where the great king sits upon his throne of might.

Deep I bowed in homage before the lords of life and the lords of death,

Receiving as my gift the key of life.

Free was I of the halls of Armanty,

Bound not be death to the circle of life,

Far to the stars I journeyed,

Until space and time became nought.

Then having drunk deep of the cup of wisdom,

I looked into the hearts of men,

And there found I greater mysteries and was glad.

For only in the search for truth could my soul be stilled and the flame within be quenched.

Down through the ages I lived,

Seeing those around me taste of the cup of death and return again to the light of life.

Gradually from the kingdoms of Atlantis passed waves of consciousness that had been won with me,

Only to be replaced by spawn of a lower star.

In obedience to the law,

The word of the master grew into flower.

Downward into the darkness turned the thoughts of the Atlanteans,

And till at last in this wrath arose from his aquante,

The dweller,

Speaking the word,

Calling the power.

Deep in the earth's heart the sons of Armanty heard,

And hearing,

Directing,

The changing of the flower of fire that burns eternally,

Changing and shifting,

Using the logos,

Until that great fire changed its direction.

Over the worlds then broke the great waters,

Drowning and sinking,

Changing earth's balance,

Until only the temple of light was left,

Standing on the great mountain of Undal.

Still rising out of the water,

Some there were who were living,

Saved from the rush of the fountains.

Called to me then the master,

Saying,

Gather ye together my people,

Take them by the arts ye have learned of far across the waters,

Until ye reach the land of the hairy barbarians,

Dwelling in caves of the desert.

Follow there the plan that ye know of.

Gathered I then my people,

And entered the great ship of the master.

Upward we rose into the morning.

Dark beneath us lay the temple.

Suddenly over it rose the waters,

Vanished from earth,

Until the time appointed was the great temple.

Fast we fled,

Toward the sun of the morning,

Until beneath us lay the land of the children of Khem.

Raging they came,

With cudgels and spears,

Lifted in anger,

Seeking to slay and utterly destroy the sons of Atlantis.

Then raised I my staff,

And erected a ray of vibration,

Striking them all in their tracks,

As fragments of stone of the mountain.

Then spoke I to them in words calm and peaceful,

Telling them of the might of Atlantis,

Saying we were children of the sun and its messengers.

Coward I them by my display of magic science,

Until at my feet they grovelled when I released them.

Long dwelt we in the land of Khem,

Long and yet long again.

Until obeying the commands of the master,

Who while sleeping yet lives eternally,

I sent from me the sons of Atlantis,

Sent them in many directions,

That from the womb of time wisdom might rise again in her children.

Long time dwelt I in the land of Khem,

Doing great works by the wisdom within me.

Upward grew into the light of knowledge the children of Khem,

Watered by the rains of my wisdom.

Blasted I then a path to Amantii,

So that I might retain my powers,

Living from age to age a son of Atlantis,

Keeping the wisdom,

Preserving the records.

Great few the sons of Khem,

Conquering the people around them,

Growing slowly upwards in sole force.

Now for a time I go from among them into the dark halls of Amantii,

Deep in the halls of the earth,

Before the lords of the powers face to face once again with the dweller.

Raised I high over the entrance,

A doorway,

A gateway,

Leading down to Amantii.

Few there would be with courage to dare it,

Few pass the portal to dark Amantii.

Raised over the passage I a mighty pyramid,

Using the power that overcomes earth-force.

Deep in yet deeper place I a force,

House or chamber.

From it carved I a circular passage,

Reaching almost to the great summit.

There in the apex set I the crystal,

Sending the ray into the time-space,

Drawing the force from out of the ether,

Concentrating upon the gateway to Amantii.

Other chambers I built and left vacant to all seeming,

Yet hidden within them are the keys to Amantii.

He who in courage would dare the dark realms,

Let him be purified first by long fasting.

Lie in the sarcophagus of stone in my chamber,

Then reveal I to him the great mysteries.

Soon shall he follow to where I shall meet him,

Even in the darkness of earth shall I meet him,

I,

Toth,

Lord of Wisdom,

Meet him and hold him and dwell with him always.

Builded I the great pyramid,

Patterned after the pyramid of earth-force,

Burning eternally,

So that it too might remain through the ages.

In it I builded my knowledge of magic-science,

So that I might be here when again I return from Amantii.

I,

While I sleep in the halls of Amantii,

My soul roaming free will incarnate,

Dwell among men in this form or another.

Emissary on earth am I of the Dweller,

Fulfilling his commands so many might be lifted.

Now return I to the halls of Amantii,

Leaving behind me some of my knowledge.

Preserve ye and keep ye the command of the Dweller,

Lift ever upwards your eyes to the light.

Surely in time ye are one with the Master,

Surely by right ye are one with the Master,

Surely by right yet are one with the All.

Now I depart from ye,

Know my commandments,

Keep them and be them and I will be with you,

Helping and guiding you into the light.

Now before me opens the portal,

Go I down in the darkness of night.

Tablet II.

The Halls of Amantii.

Deep in earth's heart lie the halls of Amantii,

Far neath the islands of sunken Atlantis.

Halls of the dead and halls of the living bathe in the fire of the infinite All.

Far in a pastime,

Lost in the space-time,

The children of light looked down on the world.

Seeing the children of men in their bondage,

Bound by the force that came from beyond,

Knew they that only by freedom from bondage could man ever rise from the earth to the sun.

Now they descended and created bodies,

Taking the semblance of men as their own,

The masters of everything said after their forming.

We are they who were formed from the space dust,

Partaking of life from the infinite All,

Living in the world as children of men,

Like and yet unlike the children of men.

Then for a dwelling place far neath the earth-crust blasted great spaces they by their power,

Spaces apart from the children of men,

Surrounded them by forces and power shielded from harm they the halls of the dead.

Side by side then placed they other spaces,

Filled them with life and with light from above,

Builded they then the halls of Amantii that they might dwell eternally there,

Living with life to eternity's end.

Thirty and two were there of the children,

Sons of lights,

Who had come among men,

Seeking to free from the bondage of darkness those who were bound by the force from beyond.

Deep in the halls of life grew a flower,

Flaming,

Expanding,

Driving backward the night.

Placed in the centre a ray of great potence,

Life-giving,

Light-giving,

Filling with power all who came near it.

Placed they around at thrones two and thirty,

Places for each of the children of light,

Placed so that they were bathed in the radiance,

Filled with the life from the eternal light.

There time after time placed they their first created bodies,

So that they might be filled with the spirit of life.

One hundred years out of each thousand must the life-giving light flame forth from their bodies,

Quickening,

Awakening the spirit of life.

There in the circle from Aeon to Aeon sit the great masters,

Living a life not known among men.

There in the halls of life they lie sleeping,

Free flows their soul through the bodies of men.

Time after time while their bodies lie sleeping incarnate they in the bodies of men,

Teaching and guiding,

Onward and upward,

Out of the darkness and into the light.

There in the hall of life filled with their wisdom,

Known not to the races of man,

Living forever neath the cold fire of life,

Sit the children of light.

Times there are when they awaken,

Come from the depths to be lights among men,

Infinite they among finite men.

He who by progress has grown from the darkness,

Lifted himself from the night into light,

Free as he made of the halls of Amunthe,

Free of the flower of light and of life.

Guided he then by wisdom and knowledge,

Passes from men to the master of life.

There he may dwell as one with the masters,

Free from the bonds of the darkness of night.

Seated within the flower of radiance sit seven lords from the space-times above us,

Helping and guiding through infinite wisdom the pathway through time of the children of men.

Mighty and strange they veiled with their power,

Silent,

All-knowing,

Drawing the life-force,

Different yet one with the children of men.

I different and yet one with the children of light.

Custodians and watchers of the force of man's bondage,

Ready to loose when the light has been reached,

First and most mighty sits the veiled presence,

Lord of lords,

The infinite nine,

Over the other,

From each the lords of the cycle.

Three,

Four,

Five,

And six,

Seven,

Eight,

Each with his mission,

Each with his powers,

Guiding,

Directing the destiny of man.

There sits they,

Mighty and potent,

Free of all time and space.

Not of this world they,

Yet akin to it.

Elder brothers they,

Of the children of men,

Judging and weighing they with their wisdom,

Watching the progress of light among men.

There before them was I led by the dweller,

Watching him blend with one from above.

Then from he came forth a voice saying,

Great art thou taught among children of men,

Free henceforth of the halls of armanty,

Master of life among children of men.

Taste not the death,

Accept as thou will it,

Drink thou of life to eternity's end,

Henceforth forever is life thine for the taking,

Henceforth is death at the call of thy hand.

Dwell here,

Or leave here,

When thou desireth,

Free is armanty to the son of man.

Take thou up life in what form thou desireth,

Child of the light that has grown among men.

Choose thou thy work,

For all should must labour,

Never be free from the pathway of light.

One step thou hast gained,

On the long pathway upward,

Infinite now is the mountain of light.

Each step thou taketh but heightens the mountain,

All of thy progress but lengthens the goal.

Approach ye ever the infinite wisdom,

Ever before thee recedes the goal.

Free are ye made now of the halls of armanty to walk hand in hand with the lords of the world,

One and one purpose working together,

Bring of light to the children of men.

Then from his throne came one of the masters,

Taking my hand and leading me onward,

Through all the halls of the deep hidden land,

Led he me through the halls of armanty,

Showing the mysteries that are known not to man.

Through the dark passage,

Downward he led me into the hall where sight the dark death.

Vast as space lay the great hall before me,

Walled by darkness,

But yet filled with light.

Before me arose a great throne of darkness,

Veiled on its seated a figure of night.

Darker than darkness sat the great figure,

Dark with a darkness not of the night.

Before it then paused the master speaking,

The word that brings about life,

Saying,

O Master of Darkness,

Guide of the way from life unto life,

Before thee I bring a son of the morning.

Touch him not ever with the power of night,

Call not his flame to the darkness of night,

Know him and see him,

One of our brothers,

Lifted from darkness into the light.

Release thou his flame from its bondage,

Free let it flame through the darkness of night.

Raised then the hand of the figure,

Forth came a flame that drew clear and bright,

Rolled back swiftly the curtain of darkness,

Unveiled the hall from the darkness of night.

Then grew in the great space before me,

Flame after flame,

From the veil of the night,

Uncounted millions leaped they before me,

Some flaming forth as flowers of fire.

Others there were that shed a dim radiance,

Flowing but faintly from out of the night.

Some there were that faded swiftly,

Others that grew from a small spark of light.

Each surrounded by a dim veil of darkness,

Yet flaming with light that could never be quenched.

Coming and going like fireflies in springtime,

Filled they with space,

With light and with life.

Then spoke a voice,

Mighty and solemn,

Saying,

These are lights that are souls among men,

Growing and fading,

Existing forever,

Changing yet living through death into life.

When they have bloomed into flower,

Reached the zenith of growth in their life,

Swiftly then send I my veil of darkness,

Shrouding and changing to new forms of life.

Steadily upward throughout the ages growing,

Expanding into yet another flame,

Lighting the darkness with yet greater power,

Quenched yet unquenched by the veil of the night.

So grows the soul of man ever upward,

Quenched yet unquenched by the darkness of night.

I,

Death,

Come and yet I remain not,

For life eternal exists in the all.

Only an obstacle,

I,

In the pathway,

Quick to be conquered by the infinite light.

Awaken,

O flame that burns ever inward,

Flame forth and conquer the veil of the night.

Then,

In the midst of the flames,

In the darkness grew there one that drove forth the night,

Flaming,

Expanding ever brighter,

Until at last there was nothing but light.

Then spoke my guide,

The voice of the Master,

See your own soul as it grows in the light,

Free now,

Forever,

From the Lord of the night.

Forward he led me through many great spaces,

Filled with the mysteries of the children of light,

Mysteries that man may never yet know of until he too is a son of the light.

Backward then he led me into the light of the hall of the light,

Knelt I then before the great Masters,

Lords of all from the cycles above.

Spoke he then with words of great power,

Saying,

Thou hast been made free of the halls of armanty.

Choose thou thy work among the children of men.

Then spoke I,

O great Master,

Let me be a teacher of men,

Leading then onward and upward until they too are lights among men,

Freed from the veil of the night that surrounds them,

Flaming with light that shall shine among men.

Spoke to me then a voice,

Go as yet will,

So be it decreed,

Master are ye of your destiny,

Free to take or reject at will,

Take yet the power,

Take ye the wisdom,

Shine as a light among the children of men.

Upward then led me the dweller,

Dwelt I again among children of men,

Teaching and showing some of my wisdom,

Son of the light of fire among men.

Now again I tread the path downward,

Seeking the light in the darkness of night,

Bold ye and keep ye,

Preserve my record,

Guide shall it be to the children of men.

And continue on to part two of the Emerald Tablets of T.

O.

T.

The Atlantean King.

Reviews

Just Excellent. What a beautiful voice, recording, and exquisite text. Many thanks. 💖♾️❤️‍🩹

So lovely and soothing! It seems to cut out for very brief moments here and there but could be my device. Don’t want to alarm you if it’s simply an issue on my end but thought I’d mention it.

It’s so healing to listen to however and I throughly enjoy it! Wonderful piece!

Clicked on this in middle of night not really knowing what it was about. Went back to sleep quickly. However now reading more about your meditations I find them very interesting and will definitely be listening again. Thank you.

Interesting intro... I fell asleep during 2nd tablet.

Excellent 🙏 more please

I fell asleep to this. I must listen again when not tired as it was very interesting. Many thanks 🙏🏻

Very interesting. Can't wait to hear the rest of the chapters.

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EXCELLENT, I Loved listening to every poetic & amazing Detail & yet so very relaxing I must have drifted to sleep. Perfect combination of elements beautifully read. So happy I felt led to this 7 chapter journey. Love this.

Asleep before the end. Thank you

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