Stargate Quotes

Thru the Stargate — I have lived a thousand worlds... fought the rage of inertia... sown solar-systems and dreams … In the blaze of this infinite universe, my journey is the beauty & darkness that never ends..

Ronon Dex could drop Edward Cullen with a look.

During the 1980s, a remote viewing project called Stargate was done at Fort Meade. It used binaural beat tones, transmitted through earphones, that altered brain waves. A hemi-sync that device played two different frequencies into each ear was found to produce altered states of consciousness. Perhaps this technology was derived from these experiments done in the 1960s on MKULTRA subjects.

Wonderful,” Rodney said again. “I wonder how many more of our former allies are going to have been Culled like this?” “That’s what I like about you, McKay,” Sheppard said. “You’re an optimist.

To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late.

Once in a thousand years the sea/ smothers the moon at my window/ opens a gate in my heart:

You’ve got that wrong. I care what the people I care about think. But the rest of the sheep can trot off a cliff.

Reports of our demise have been greatly exaggerated,” Sheppard said. He’d always wanted to use that line.

... then unleashed Stargate's 18 sex-starved men on our women, compliant and promiscuous by military custom and law...

Accepting your divinity is essential for truly loving yourself. Authentic love for yourself opens the stargate of your heart, which opens the door to any world that you wish to travel to or create within.

Papers, books, a laptop, a blackberry, and a half-empty cup of coffee littered its usually pristine walnut surface.

Atlantis currently has more than two hundred drones remaining, even after our encounter with the hive ship.

Oh, I’m fine! People booby-trap DHDs that I’m working on every day!” Rodney paused. “Actually, that’s truer than I’d like.

Its aircon was functional rather than luxurious,

He whose desires are few gets them; he whose desires are many goes astray.

every fiber in her being

boonie-covered

All that remained was his boonie cast upon the ground.

A man who didn’t know where he’d been, couldn’t know where he was going.

Yes, I’m wearing a baby,” Sheppard said. “It’s very funny. Can we get past that?

What price peace?

There is no bravery without fear.

Every problem is an opportunity in disguise.

A man who does not know where he’s been cannot know where he’s going.

Cronus

Failure is not falling down, but refusing to get up.

and send work back to Lord

whichever’s the sooner. Okay?

PLH are in big trouble.

There are always people making decisions you can’t control. But you decide what you’re willing to do. What you can live with. At the end of the day, that’s the only thing you can control.

[ Dr. Lois Jolyon West was cleared at Top Secret for his work on MKULTRA. ] Dr. Michael Persinger [235], another FSMF Board Member, is the author of a paper entitled “Elicitation of 'Childhood Memories' in Hypnosis-Like Settings Is Associated With Complex Partial Epileptic-Like Signs For Women But Not for Men: the False Memory Syndrome.” In the paper Perceptual and Motor Skills,In the paper, Dr. Persinger writes: On the day of the experiment each subject (not more than two were tested per day) was asked to sit quietly in an acoustic chamber and was told that the procedure was an experiment in relaxation. The subject wore goggles and a modified motorcycle helmet through which 10-milligauss (1 microTesla) magnetic fields were applied through the temporal plane. Except for a weak red (photographic developing) light, the room was dark. Dr. Persinger's research on the ability of magnetic fields to facilitate the creation of false memories and altered states of consciousness is apparently funded by the Defense Intelligence Agency through the project cryptonym SLEEPING BEAUTY. Freedom of Information Act requests concerning SLEEPING BEAUTY with a number of different intelligence agencies including the CIA and DEA has yielded denial that such a program exists. Certainly, such work would be of direct interest to BLUEBIRD, ARTICHOKE, MKULTRA and other non-lethal weapons programs. Schnabel [280] lists Dr. Persinger as an Interview Source in his book on remote viewing operations conducted under Stargate, Grill Flame and other cryptonyms at Fort Meade and on contract to the Stanford Research Institute. Schnabel states (p. 220) that, “As one of the Pentagon's top scientists, Vorona was privy to some of the strangest, most secret research projects ever conceived. Grill Flame was just one. Another was code-named Sleeping Beauty; it was a Defense Department study of remote microwave mind-influencing techniques ... [...] It appears from Schnabel's well-documented investigations that Sleeping Beauty is a real, but still classified mind control program. Schnabel [280] lists Dr. West as an Interview Source and says that West was a, “Member of medical oversight board for Science Applications International Corp. remote-viewing research in early 1990s.

Most of us didn’t feel too enthusiastic about making a collapsar jump, either. We’d been assured that we wouldn’t even feel it happen, just free fall all the way. I wasn’t convinced. As a physics student, I’d had the usual courses in general relativity and theories of gravitation. We only had a little direct data at that time — Stargate was discovered when I was in grade school — but the mathematical model seemed clear enough. The collapsar Stargate was a perfect sphere about three kilometers in radius. It was suspended forever in a state of gravitational collapse that should have meant its surface was dropping toward its center at nearly the speed of light. Relativity propped it up, at least gave it the illusion of being there … the way all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity. Or Buddhism. Or get drafted. At any rate, there would be a theoretical point in space-time when one end of our ship was just above the surface of the collapsar, and the other end was a kilometer away (in our frame of reference). In any sane universe, this would set up tidal stresses and tear the ship apart, and we would be just another million kilograms of degenerate matter on the theoretical surface, rushing headlong to nowhere for the rest of eternity or dropping to the center in the next trillionth of a second. You pays your money and you takes your frame of reference. But they were right. We blasted away from Stargate 1, made a few course corrections and then just dropped, for about an hour.

But the fact remained that a tense situation just made McKay think faster. You could probably phrase it as an equation, where the increasing awfulness of whatever tight spot they were in was directly proportional to the speed of McKay's ability to think a way out of it.

The progress of humanity shall continue to be somehow limited until science recognizes and includes consciousness into its very important and valuable work. And the mainstream media must stop ignoring spiritual explorers and making fun of them. A worldwide public and open discussion about consciousness and our true essence is overdue to happen.

In effect, our bodies and brains are a device or vessel ‘birthed’ by our Divine Spark out of DNA to act as information gathering equipment, as well as earthly transportation vehicles and as energy harvesting and processing devises. Additionally, the Divine Spark is capable of “morphing” our bodies into a star or light-gate for entrance to Sion and to be able to function there.

The office was different. That was the first thing Dick noticed. Not that he’d spent enough time in the Oval Office for it to feel like home. The sunburst rug was the same, and so were the paired cream colored couches, but the heavy draperies that had covered the windows were gone. The Remington bronzes of cowboys on pitching horses had been replaced by white china containers with subdued ivy topiaries. And the desk was different. It was a mess.

I ordered Pad See Ew from the Thai place, ate half of it, watched the 1995 remake of Sabrina starring Harrison Ford, took another shower, downed the last of my Ambien, and found the porn channel again. I turned the volume down low, shifted my body away from the screen so that the grunts and moans could lull me. Still, I didn’t sleep. Life could go on forever like this, I thought. Life would, if I didn’t take action. I fingered myself on the sofa under the blanket, came twice, then turned the TV off. I got up and raised the blinds and sat in a daze for a while and watched the sun go down—was it possible?—then I rewound Sabrina and watched it again and ate the rest of the Pad See Ew. I watched Driving Miss Daisy and Sling Blade. I took a Nembutal and drank half a bottle of Robitussin. I watched The World According to Garp and Stargate and A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors and Moonstruck and Flashdance, then Dirty Dancing and Ghost, then Pretty Woman.

couldn't see it at the time, but she was absolutely, perfectly tuned to her entire environment, something one can only do paranormally. The down side, of course, is that in being that way you quickly lose your identity.

looked like

gazing

F.U.B.A.R is a military acronym

the only one of them not to fall on their ass

a decimated wasteland

Oh sometimes it does, Carter,

Yes sir.

Yes ma’am.

Alright,

Francis and Clare would retire to the woods near Assisi to converse with each other. The villagers of Assisi, seeing a red glow over the forests ran with buckets of water to douse what they assumed was a fire. Instead, they found Francis and Clare, seated in a clearing, rapt in conversation surrounded by a holy fire. The icon shows the fulfillment of Christ's promise in the gospel: "Where two or more are gathered in my name, I am there with them". The figure of the Risen Christ is in their midst, blessing and connecting them from within a red mandorla of seraphs.

car park,

Old Kingdom,

you thinks so?

You’ll get a lawyer in a day or two.

You could toast marshmallows on the warmth of his regard.

Peas were for pussies. Real soldiers used mashed potato. With extra gravy.

cartouche

alright.

Have fun playing with your artefacts.

shoved him backwards out of her lab, pulling its door closed behind them.

The only reason why any of you’s still around

My father taught me how to understand and be sensitive to others, which is probably the most critical aspect of leadership. Without it you are only a manager.

Being a soldier isn't easy, but being a soldier's wife is more difficult still. It's a team effort if you are to succeed; both must believe in the profession and believe that it will always take care of you. You overlook the bad--the loneliness, the cramped quarters, the mediocre hospitals, and the lousy pay--because you believe in the greater good of what you are doing.

Maybe success comes from simply following one's destiny.

This was the home of an espionage program that skirted the limits of imagination and spirituality. It was the haunt of a clan of spies, hand-picked from the tens of thousands who filled the ranks of the army and Department of Defense. A well-kept secret, the unit’s existence and location were known only by a few members of the Defense Intelligence Agency, of which it was a part. Ironically, some of the DIA’s more conservative members came to think of the members of this unit as evil, even satanic, because of what we learned and practiced here. And now I was part of it … this aberrant crew of eight that the DIA code-named Sun Streak.

You’ll find that the more closely you embrace the art of viewing, the less you’ll be able to escape all that makes us human. You’ll eventually learn to live beyond sorrow and anguish, and countless other emotions. Of course you’ll always feel them, but you’ll understand them unconditionally, and that understanding will give you the wisdom you need to survive. So don’t be ashamed of your emotions. Release them freely. We all do around here; it’s healthy.” He was briefly silent. “Now tell me more about your friend Foley.

There were about twenty-eight folders, each with the words “TOP SECRET—PROJECT: GRILL FLAME” in inch-high red letters front and back. I’d seen these markings before, when I was being recruited for the unit. Inside each folder was a copy of some teletype message traffic: “MISSING—ARMY helicopter (UH-1H) tail number November Seven Nine, with crew: CW4 David Suitter (Pilot in Command), CWO Michael Foley (Co-Pilot) and Sergeant First Class William Staub (Crew Chief).

The sketches were uncanny, almost photographic in quality. Reference points were given; the viewers described the surrounding terrain and landmarks. There were even sketches showing the aircraft’s location in relation to the Ecuadorean search teams. In every sketch there was a phantom, a transparent body: sort of a self portrait of the viewer in the target area.

I swallowed the coffee while staring at the strange drawings and data I had scribbled the day before. Among my sketches, one mysterious figure stood out—faceless, cloaked, hooded, and pointing a gnarled hand toward someone or something unseen. The pages that followed contained descriptions of another world, perhaps another dimension … things that just now were incomprehensible. I pored over them, trying to grasp their significance, when smack! a firm hand clamped down hard on my shoulder. “Not bad for the new guy in town.

He was the first military remote viewer—the first man to transcend time and space for the purpose of viewing selected targets and collecting intelligence information. I learned early to rely on his counsel. What he said was always true: no lies, no exaggerations, no betrayal, and no ego.

do have a stiff piece of wire that might work,” she said a little reluctantly. “You just have to promise not to look while I… cut it out of my underwear.

Because the photon has no rest mass, interactions can happen at long distances.” “Like photon torpedoes,” the colonel said. “That’s science fiction, sir.

The Goa’uld use the pyramid form as landing platforms and to channel power through their ships.

get us some little jeeps. Maybe like those moon-buggies they used to have on The Banana Splits.

once again that rational bit of her was wondering how annoyed the US Army were going to be that

Lightning does not come from underground,

The fighter’s winged-scarab fuselage described a tight Immelmann that brought it squarely into the last target’s rear aspect.

pair of Jacks. Not much of a hand.” “We’ll play what we’re dealt. That’s what we always do.

Water is soft and weak, but it can move earth and carve stone.

I’M NOT buying it, Daniel.

the stars. They were yesterday’s confetti in the sky, thrown away by a billion careless lovers.

So we’ve got more balls than System Lords… globes, than System Lords.” “I believe both statements to be correct, O’Neill.” Teal’c gave Jack the eyebrow equivalent of a high five and marched off to do a perimeter check.

Jack shook his head and wandered out the door for a quick recce.

Jack’s voice was harsh. “Carter, head out and do a recce will you?

But, on the other hand they could

I swear, if that overdressed snake in the grass has burned off my chest hair, I’ll kill

turned to look out the windscreen,

HUD.

It is not optimism, Daniel Jackson, merely the refusal to fail.

Agents she’d named Brylcreem and Cancer Man

In it were another gate address and a series of images

Art was disgusting. It led to thought, and thought led to dissatisfaction, which in turn led to rebellion.

branes

Do not adjust the controls on your television set. The creeped-out feeling you are experiencing is all in your mind.

Gonna be a scorcher again tomorrow. Bureau says at least ninety.

The temperature was still in the eighties even though it was almost 1700 hours.

women about who were either pregnant or pushing wicker perambulators.

A quick wrassle with a bear.

It is now a scientific fact: Quantum teleportation exists on Earth. Most political observers now accept the proof that Donald Trump acts as a Stargate Portal to a parallel universe where his supporters can have access to an alternate reality. The only remaining question is whether they go there. Will they ever come back

the umbilical cord to what had to be “primordially repressed” for this world to have been born, is also a kind of “stargate” to another world.

Carter came across as an open-minded, intellectually curious leader, one who matter-of-factly revealed the existence of the psychic Stargate program to the media.

Der Untergrund im Jonastal muss mit groesstem Aufwand untersucht werden. Das evtl. noch immer genutzte "Stargate" muss geschlossen werden.