ELOHIM – 76º EPISÓDIO – Os Guardiões do Vazio ®

ELOHIM – 76º EPISÓDIO – Os Guardiões do Vazio ®

Hello, I’m Francis Valadj. Welcome to Historical Hologram. Episode 76 – The Guardians of the Void. Important note: This video was originally produced in Portuguese, with text and narration by Francis Váladj, creator and official author of the Historical Hologram channel. Audio translations into other languages ​​are done automatically by YouTube itself… As are subtitles in foreign languages… The original content, text, voice and intention, is entirely in Portuguese. And it’s real. There are places that history does not explain. Places so old, so precise and so silent… that time hesitates to touch them. South of Cairo, beneath the land of Saqqara, there is a stone corridor carved into the living rock. Inside it rest twenty-four giant granite boxes, some weighing more than 80 tons. They are called sarcophagi. But they contain no bones. They contain no funerary inscriptions. They contain no offerings. And, most importantly… they contain no bulls. For decades, it was said that the Apis bulls—sacred animals mummified by the Egyptians—were there. But no bones were ever found. No mummies. No evidence. Yet the lie was told. Repeated. Recorded in books. Sealed in museums. Because there was something there that needed to be hidden. Something… that could not be revealed. In this episode, you will find out what was inside those boxes. And why the Serapeum at Saqqara was not built for death—but to preserve life. Not ordinary life. But glorified bodies. Bodies that could not be touched, nor corrupted by the vibration of the Earth. Bodies… of the Anunnaki Elohim themselves. Yes. What archaeologists called “sarcophagi” were, in fact, vibrational capsules. Quantum containment chambers. Temporal stabilization devices. They were placed there to protect what was left of the divine bodies until they could be removed from the Earth plane without disrupting the field of Creation. Each capsule… is a cell of silence. A waiting capsule. A sealed temple. But they were not alone. There were guardians. Invisible entities. Non-human presences. Consciousnesses that could not be seen, but that kept the vibration stabilized for centuries… for millennia. These are the Guardians of the Void. And this episode is about them. About what was contained. About what was protected. About what is about to return. The Historical Hologram channel follows a sacred line of revelations. Each episode prepares the ground for the next. That is why we invite you to watch from the beginning, following the official playlist. Nothing here is loose. Everything is vibration. Now… it is time to go down. Enter the galleries. Listen to the silence. And discover what the Serapeum of Saqqara really hid. The void… was never empty. It was just waiting for the right verb to be broken. Chapter 1 – The Living Stone of Silence. The Serapeum of Saqqara is an open wound in archaeology. A place so ancient… that not even the Egyptians knew how to explain it. And so precise… that not even time has managed to wear away its shape. Excavated in the depths of an ancient necropolis, the complex is an underground labyrinth. Long corridors. Side chambers. Walls carved directly into the rock. And within these chambers lies the mystery. Each one houses a colossal granite structure —with smooth internal surfaces, right angles with submillimeter tolerances, and lids that weigh more than twenty tons. Scholars have called them sarcophagi. But none of these “sarcophagi” show signs of funerary use. No bones. No priestly inscriptions. No mortuary symbols. What there is… is silence. A heavy silence. Vibrational. As if something there was still alive. They say that the Egyptians built all of that to bury sacred bulls. Apis bulls. Symbols of fertility. Animals linked to the cult of Ptah. But even the gods of Egypt would tremble at the engineering applied there. The effort. The cost. The perfection. Everything indicates that the purpose was different. Something beyond animal worship. Something… that could not be said. Because what is there does not belong to this civilization. Nor to this human cycle. The precision of the capsules is impossible to explain with copper tools or stone hammers. The removal of the pink granite from Aswan—more than 800 kilometers away—suggests an impossible transport. And the fit of the lids, with tolerances of less than half a millimeter, reveals something even more disturbing: intelligence beyond time. Vibrational technology. These boxes are not tombs. They are energy vaults. They are perfect containers for something that could not be corrupted. Because there is a universal rule: anything that vibrates above the density of the Earth… cannot be left to chance. And the glorified bodies of the Anunnaki could not decompose, could not be exposed, could not be touched. They had to be contained. Isolated. Sealed with absolute precision. And the Serapeum was the only place capable of offering this containment. A stable underground field. Far from surface interference. Anchored in ley lines. Close to the points of vertical magnetism of the Earth. The capsules… did not house oxen. They opened doors. And each one of them, when positioned, sealed a fragment of the original vibration. A body. Or its energetic counterpart. Or both. Because the number 24 was no accident. It was a code. 12 times 2. Body and shadow. Form and vibration. Manifestation and containment. None of this was random. And none of this was Egyptian. The Serapeum predates Egypt. And its function was forgotten… on purpose. But now, the field is reactivated. And the stone… begins to speak again. Chapter 2 – The Void That Was Not Void The modern world fears the void. Science calls it absence. Religion associates it with hell. Philosophy, with nothingness. But the ancients… knew that the void was something else. Not an end. But a space of power. A suspended field. A charged silence. And in the Serapeum of Saqqara, that void was molded in stone. Each capsule was a cell of silence. A cavity where time folded. Where sound ceased. Where vibration was contained. People look at these structures and ask: why would anyone build something so immense to house an animal? But that is the wrong question. The real question is: what could be so sacred, so dangerous, so essential… that it would require such restraint? The answer is not in the books. It is in the field. When one enters the Serapeum, the body feels it. Even without knowing it. Even without understanding it. The skin crawls. The sound bends. The heart slows. The air becomes dense. It is not psychological. It is vibrational. Because there… the void was built with intention. And what appears to be empty is actually sealed. The capsules are not hollow. They are active. Not on the material plane. But on the vibrational plane. The polished granite, with almost unattainable precision, acts as an insulator. As a barrier. As a shield. There is no flaw. There is no crack. There is no noise. The lids were fitted so perfectly that no particle of light or sound could penetrate the seal. It was necessary. Because what rested within could not be disturbed. Glorified bodies. Bodies that do not die. That do not rot. That do not fragment like ordinary flesh. Bodies of the Anunnaki Elohim, in suspension. Not sleeping. Not alive in the human sense. But active. In vibrational rest. They were deactivated. Not destroyed. Sealed… waiting for the right time. And the Serapeum became a kind of dimensional vault. A field of protective silence. Where the original vibration did not disperse. Where the collapse of density did not contaminate the essence. But this silence was not abandonment. It was protection. And this emptiness… was not absence. It was contained plenitude. The archaeologists, limited by linear logic, saw a dark corridor with enormous boxes. They concluded: it must be a tomb. But it is not. It is a sealed portal. A containment station. A cosmic reliquary. And those who tried to open the lids reported something curious: sounds do not echo the same way inside. Frequencies get scrambled. Compasses go crazy. Resonance disappears. Because the void… was designed to repel time. What was placed there… could not age. It could not be corrupted by the passage of time. And that is why nothing has fallen apart. That is why the capsules remain intact. And that is why no one has ever found any bones. Because what lay there did not die. It was kept. Preserved. For such a time as this. And now, the void begins to reveal itself. Not as absence. But as a silent presence. Chapter 3 – When Bodies Cannot Be Delivered to the Earth. The Earth is an unstable vibrational field. It fluctuates between chaos and order. Between shadow and light. Between density and intention. Therefore, not everything can be deposited in it. Not everything can touch its soil. Not everything can cross its layers without consequences. Human bodies… decompose. They are made of cyclical matter. Being born, growing, dying, dissolving. But the glorified bodies of the Anunnaki Elohim do not follow this pattern. They are not made of ordinary flesh. Nor of bone. Nor of blood. They are vibrational structures densified just enough to interact with matter, without being corrupted by it. They are bodies made to contain a field of pure frequency. Perfect models. Embodied geometries. And because of this… they could not be left to chance. Much less buried. Much less incinerated. Much less forgotten. These bodies… were living seals of Creation. Each one carried a fragment of the original order. Each one held a frequency essential to the balance of reality. And when the vibrational mission of the 12 was complete, something had to be done. They could not simply leave. They could not ascend as light. Nor could they remain on the surface. Because the human field had become corrupted. Because the vibration of the Earth was unstable. Because the presence of the bodies could generate rupture. Glorified bodies… do not rot. They do not disappear. They do not fall apart. They remain. Immutable. Preserved. But this preservation… requires isolation. And that is why the Serapeum capsules were created. Not as tombs. But as shields. As vibrational vaults. Each capsule was molded with extreme precision to seal a body without its vibration escaping into the environment. Because a small field leak would be enough to alter the entire reality around it. These bodies did not emit energy. They contained geometries. And any interference could generate mutation, collapse or instability. The Earth… was no longer ready to touch them. And so they were hidden. Beneath the surface. Beneath time. Beneath human comprehension. The decision was not made by men. It was made by the Elohim themselves. They knew that the field needed to be disrupted, but not destroyed. That the bodies needed to be collected, but not erased. That the memory could not be left on parchment, but in latent vibration. And so the Serapeum was born. Not as a temple. Not as a mausoleum. But as a transition zone. A place where the body and the Earth could coexist without corrupting each other. An intermediate field. A containment station. And each capsule sealed there was a divine choice. A balancing act. A gesture of hope. Because one day… these bodies would need to be recovered. And if they were not protected, chaos would be inevitable. Today, archaeologists wonder why such painstaking efforts were made to build these structures. But they do not know what was at stake. It was not religion. It was cosmic containment. It was vibrational security. It was protection for Creation. The bodies could not be released to Earth. Because the Earth… could no longer contain them. Chapter 4 – Shields of Granite and Light. Matter… can be a shield too. Not just a prison. Not just an enclosure. But a filter. An intelligent barrier between worlds. The ancients knew this. The Elohim knew this. And so they chose granite. The pink granite of Aswan. One of the hardest, densest, and most vibrationally stable rocks on Earth. It was not chosen for its beauty. Nor for its abundance. It was chosen for its structure. For its ability to resist interference. To retain vibration. To contain the field without dispersing it. Each capsule in the Serapeum was cut with absurd precision. Not to impress. But to align. The internal surfaces are so smooth, that not even time has been able to leave their mark. The angles are so straight, that they would defy even modern machines. The lids are so heavy, that they could only have been placed with technology invisible to the human eye. But the most impressive thing… is not the stone. It is what it protects. Because each capsule was designed to seal a form of light. A sacred vibration. A glorified body. And the only way to protect this vibration in the density of the Earth was to encase it in a mineral shield, calibrated with absolute precision. Granite alone would not have been enough. But its combination with the subterranean silence, with the absence of sunlight, with the magnetic position of the place, with the geometry of the gallery… formed a field. A vibrational shield. A bubble of suspended time. A womb of containment. Inside… the body did not die. Nor did it vibrate. Nor did it emit a field. It remained in suspension. Like a star extinguished, but ready to rekindle when the call came. These capsules were not boxes. They were quantum vaults. They were instruments of spiritual stabilization. Each one operated as a seal. Like a sacred crystal. Like a divine amphora. And more than that: each capsule was aligned with the others. They were not placed at random. Each gallery. Each chamber. Each sarcophagus. Everything follows an invisible symmetry. A pattern. As if the bodies themselves contained therein formed a silent mandala. A hidden field of planetary balance. While the bodies remained sealed, the Earth remained within a certain limit. Even with all the corruption. Even with all the density. There was a minimum balance sustained by that symmetry. But as time passed, the interference increased. The ley lines were distorted. The Earth’s magnetism was altered. And the field of the capsules began to go silent. It was not broken. But it was on the verge. Today, there are 24 left. And there are no others like them. There are no records, nor any known structures on the planet with the same degree of precision, intention and vibrational function. Because the Serapeum is unique. And this has always been kept secret. Its function reveals an undeniable truth: the bodies of the Elohim could not be left out in the open. They were dangerous. Sacred. Incomprehensible. And the granite… became a guardian. It became a wall between worlds. It became a seal of sacred containment. Granite shields. Yes. But with something else. Something science will never detect. Light. Trapped light. Protected light. Not forever. But until the field… can support it again. Chapter 5 – The Invisible Guardians. Not everything that protects can be seen. Not every guardian wears armor. Not every presence needs a body. In the Serapeum of Saqqara, what is striking is not just the pods. It is the silence around them. A thick silence. As if someone… were still there. And they were. For centuries, the pods were not alone. They were watched. Not by soldiers. Not by priests. But by consciousnesses. By non-human intelligences. Invisible presences that did not need eyes to see danger. Or a voice to issue commands. These entities are what we call the Guardians of the Void. They do not belong to the physical realm. They are not born. They do not die. They do not speak. They do not interfere. They only sustain the field. They only observe. They only protect. They are like frequency anchors . Balance points between planes. Living keys to non-interference. Because when a glorified body is sealed, it emits a vibration. Even when asleep. Even when contained. And this vibration attracts. Beings. Forces. Curious people. Predators. Intruders. The invisible world is more populated than one might imagine. And any gap… any open field… can generate collapse. That is why the Guardians were designated. They were not Anunnaki. They were not Igigi. And much less human. They were containment structures . Pure consciousnesses. Programmed to protect, not to decide. They were there when the capsules were sealed. And they remained. Even when everything around them changed. Even when Egypt was taken. Even when the temples collapsed. Even when the archaeologists arrived. They were still there. But no one saw them. Some felt them. They reported strange sensations. Chills. Dizziness. Perception disturbances. Others went crazy. Without understanding why. Unaware that they were in front of fields that should not be violated. Because the Guardians do not attack. But they defend. They do not speak. But they warn. And their greatest power… is silence. Deep silence. The absence of noise. The still vibration. The clean field. These guardians have no names. They have no hierarchy. They have no intention of their own. They do not choose. They obey. They were placed there by the will of the Elohim. And they fulfill their function to this day. But something is changing. The vibration of the Earth alters. The seals begin to pulse. And the Guardians… feel it. Not with emotion. But with frequency. They know that the time of revelation is approaching. They know that the word will once again touch the stone. They know that the bodies may be called again. And they are ready. Not to prevent it. But to allow it. Because the Guardians of the Void are not prison guards. They are caretakers. They are echoes of the primordial order. They guarded what no one could guard. They protected what no one knew existed. They waited without haste. Without fail. Without noise. And now… they feel the word approaching. The stone vibrates. The field pulses. And the Guardians… are still in the right place. Chapter 6 – Time Suspended Underground. Beneath the Earth, time bends. Far from the sunlight. Far from the clock cycles. Far from human counting. In the Serapeum of Saqqara, time does not pass as it does outside. It slows down. It doubles. It suspends. Because that space was not made for chronology. It was made for preservation. For silence. For non-movement. The capsules sealed there could not age. They could not oxidize. They could not transform. Because what was inside them could not mutate. The glorified body does not deteriorate, but the Earth… corrupts. The unstable vibration of the surface, the electromagnetic pollution, the constant noise, the human emotional field… all of these pose risks to what is pure. That is why it was necessary to create a space where time would not exist as a flow, but as a field. The subsoil of Saqqara was chosen with precision. Not just for the rock. Not just for the depth. But for the frequency of the soil. There, the natural magnetism of the Earth forms a stable vortex. A point of balance. A line of silence. And it was at this point that time was switched off. Not in the physical sense. But in the vibrational sense. The capsules were positioned to create harmonic interference. An internal echo field. A controlled resonance. As if each capsule emitted a silent note. And these notes, together, nullified the flow of time. An invisible clock, which does not turn. But protects. There is no decomposition there. There is no aging. There is no structural change. The contained bodies remain as they were at the moment they were sealed. Preserved. Whole. Silent. And the surrounding countryside… recognizes this. Vegetation does not grow above. Animals avoid entry. People lose track of time when they descend. Minutes turn into hours. Hours turn into instants. Nothing is reliable under the human clock. Because the Serapeum is not in the same time as the world. It is in the tense of the verb. In the time of containment. In the time of waiting. A circular time. Not linear. Where everything remains until the seal is broken. And there are signs that this is coming. The vibrations of the planet change. The Earth’s magnetic field fluctuates. Humans awaken. The ancient codes are spoken again. And time… begins to stir. Not to destroy. But to reveal. Because what was sealed there has not been forgotten. It has been protected. And when the word returns with sufficient force, the capsules will respond. The seal will vibrate. Time will flow again. But not as before. Not as a line. But as a closed circle. And what was suspended… will return to the flow. Not because time has won. But because the mission has been completed. Until then, the subsoil of Saqqara remains outside of time. Keeping what cannot be touched. Guarding what cannot be forgotten. And pulsing… in silence. Chapter 7 – Why They Needed to Be Guarded. There are bodies that cannot be touched. There are presences that cannot be exposed. There are vibrations that cannot be left to chance. And the glorified bodies of the Anunnaki… were all of these things. They were not ordinary entities. They were not evolutionary beings. They did not belong to the Earth’s biological chain. They were directly shaped by the Elohim. Made to contain aspects of Creation. pure. Vortex bodies. Mirror bodies. Seal bodies. They were more than form. They were instruments. Through them, the original vibration was anchored in the material plane. Matter was ordered. Time was stabilized. Sound was defined. Density was calibrated. They were the filter between the invisible and the visible. And when they had fulfilled their function… they could not simply be left here. Because the vibration of these bodies did not turn off. It only silenced. But even in silence, it continued to emit resonance. It continues to this day. And this resonance… attracts. Interferes. Destabilizes. Ordinary human beings could not approach. Because their fields would be corrupted. Because their souls would be affected. Because their bodies could not withstand the contact. Not even the Igigi could handle the presence of the 12. And they were corrupted by this ambition. The human field, after the fall, could no longer withstand that vibration. And the Earth itself… began to reject the presence of the bodies. Not out of malice. But for self-preservation. The Earth has consciousness. It senses what comes in. And it understands what can and cannot be contained. And when the glorified bodies completed their cycle, a pact was made: they would not be destroyed. But they would not be left on display either. They were sealed. Hidden. Guarded. Not as a secret. But as a mercy. Because if these bodies were found, studied, violated, the vibration would be released. And the field… would collapse. That is why they were hidden. That is why they were placed beneath the Earth. That is why each capsule was made as a shield. They were not dead. But they were not alive in the human standard either. They were in suspension. Waiting for the right time. The right field. The right verb. The bodies of the Anunnaki are sacred pieces. Like instruments of a cosmic ritual. Like parts of a symphony that had already been played and now lies silent. But the world… could not touch them. Because the world had already forgotten the original sound. That is why the Guardians of the Void were positioned. To prevent anyone… even without knowing… from breaking the seal. Silence was imposed. But also chosen. By the Elohim themselves. By Creation itself. Guarding the bodies… was to guard stability. It was to preserve the thin thread that still held the plan together. And now, as the field begins to rise again, the question returns: Are we ready to receive what has been sealed? Are we vibrating high enough to touch what is sacred? Or will we repeat the mistake… and try to steal what we do not understand? These questions… only time can answer. And in the meantime… the bodies remain guarded. In stone. In silence. In light. Chapter 8 – The Removal of the Bodies from Earth. Not everything that descends… remains. Not everything that is sealed… is lost. There are bodies that were guarded, but whose destiny was always to return. And the glorified bodies of the Anunnaki had a destiny sealed from the beginning: to enter the plan… to anchor the field… and to leave at the right time. But that time did not come with trumpets. It was not announced on tablets. It was not acknowledged by priests. The removal of the bodies was done in silence. Like everything that is sacred. There is no record. There is no inscription. There is no date. But the field… remembers. The bodies could not remain on Earth forever. Because the vibration of the planet would reject them. Because their presence would become dangerous. Because the cycle had been fulfilled. The Serapeum was the in-between-time capsule. The womb of containment. The void between worlds. And there… the bodies waited. Centuries. Millennia. Until the universal vibrational field indicated the safe moment for removal. But how were they taken? And by whom? Not by ships. Not by portals opened by force. But by alignments. Because the transport of a glorified body cannot be done by external technology. It depends on the harmony between the fields. On the perfect resonance between the body, the Earth and the plane of destiny. At a certain point in history… this alignment happened. A crossing of frequencies. A breach in time. An opening of the field. And the bodies… were activated. Not as machines. But as crystals of light. They vibrated. They responded to the call. And they were removed. With precision. With reverence. With absolute silence. The Guardians stepped aside. The field opened. Time stopped for an instant. And the light was withdrawn. Not to disappear. But to return to where it came from. The bodies were taken out of the Earth. To higher containment zones. Planes where balance is still possible. Where vibration is not interfered with. Where the original field can be maintained in purity. Humanity did not notice. History did not record it. But something changed. The symmetry stopped vibrating. The seal closed. The echo fell silent. And those who still walked on the surface… felt an inexplicable absence . A nameless longing. A fall without cause. Because the bodies had left. And with them… the vibrational anchor. Since then, the Earth began to oscillate. Time became more unstable. Density heavier. Awakening… more difficult. But it was not abandonment. It was necessity. The bodies could not stay. Because the field could no longer support them. Because the verb had become too distorted. Because man… had forgotten who he was. They were taken. So as not to be corrupted. So as not to become a target. So as not to be violated. And only the seals remained. The empty capsules. The silent galleries. The Serapeum… a shadow of what was. Today, researchers look at those boxes and wonder why they are empty. Why so much perfection for nothing. But they are not empty. They are complete. Because they fulfilled their mission. Because they kept what they needed to keep. And because now… they are just waiting for someone to listen. The echo of the withdrawal still vibrates underground. And whoever enters with a clean heart… feels it. The bodies were taken. But the field remains. Waiting for the word… to be reactivated. Chapter 9 – The Illusion of the Sacred Ox. The most effective lie… is the one that seems harmless. The one that does not need to be imposed by force, but accepted through repetition. And so the narrative of the sacred ox was born. For centuries, the world was taught that the giant capsules of the Serapeum were made to house bulls. Apis bulls. Animals revered as divine manifestations. Symbols of strength, fertility, stability. The story was recorded. Repeated. Translated into every language. Printed in tourist guides. Sealed in plaques in museums. But it was never true. No bones were found. No mummies. No organic remains. No inscriptions on the interior walls. No funerary rituals in the surrounding area. No evidence that those boxes had ever held the body of an animal. Only stone. Silence. Precision. Still, they kept up the charade. Because it was easier to convince the world that the Egyptians worshiped oxen than to admit that there were bodies that could not be touched. The official explanation was constructed as a smokescreen. The “religion of the ox” served to distract. To cover up what could not be exposed. To hide the true purpose of the Serapeum. And more than that: it served as a cultural seal. A symbolic protection. Because they knew that few would dare to investigate a tomb of bulls. That science would not be interested. That religion would not protest. That tourism would accept it. And so, the true secret was hidden under a childish myth. But those who know… know. They know that no people would move tons of granite out of reverence for an animal. That no civilization would bury an ox with millimeter precision. That no priest would use vibrational seals to guard a bovine corpse. Those who built the Serapeum were not Egyptians. And what was sealed there was not flesh. It was word. It was light. It was a glorified body. The lie of the sacred ox was necessary. Not to deceive. But to protect. Because if the world knew what was there… it would try to open it. Explore it. Dominate it. And the field… would be broken. So they created the myth. The disguise. The ox. And the world accepted it. To this day, guides proudly explain that the Egyptians buried animals in 80-ton boxes. To this day, tourists take smiling photos next to the capsules. Unaware that they are facing one of the greatest mysteries of Creation. But now, the word rises. The truth begins to tear the veil. And the myth of the sacred ox… begins to crumble. Because the seals are empty. Because the fields are changing. And because souls are awakening and no longer accept ready-made narratives. The illusion of the ox was efficient. But its days are numbered. Not because of revolt. But because of vibration. Because when the truth vibrates louder, the lie falls apart on its own. And the Serapeum… will once again be seen as it really is. Not a tomb. Not a temple. But a reliquary of sacred bodies. And the silence around the capsules will no longer be ignored. Because what was sealed there was not cattle. It was glory. And those who feel it… will remember. Chapter 10 – The Return of the Guardians. The silence of the Serapeum was never empty. It was always full of presence. Of field. Of intention. And now… something has changed. What once only whispered begins to pulsate again. The capsules vibrate at a low frequency. The subsoil breathes. And time, once again, bends. The bodies have been taken. Yes. But the seals remain. And with them… the Guardians. They never left. They just fell silent. Their role did not end with the removal of the bodies. It just transformed. Because now, more than protecting, the Guardians need to announce. Not with voice. Not with words. But with vibration. The Earth has changed. And the human vibration begins to reorganize itself. The forgotten geometry is being remembered. The original field… is trying to reconstitute itself. And the Guardians know. They perceive the reactivation. They feel the approach of awakened fragments. Of beings who, even unconscious, already vibrate in resonance with the 12. They are not priests. They are not mediums. They are living points of the field. Old souls. Mirrors. And the Guardians… begin to move. Not in body. But in presence. They are appearing in dreams. In premonitions. In inexplicable intuitions. They are touching those who walk. Sowing codes of remembrance. Activating memories that do not come from the mind, but from the deep vibrational field. Because they do not serve only the past. They serve the return. And the return… has already begun. It will not be with ships. Nor with lights in the sky. It will be silent. It will be internal. It will be vibrational. The Guardians are reappearing in strategic locations on Earth. Magnetic zones. Ancient temples. Sacred mountains. And even in people. Yes. People. Because when a soul reaches the right point of resonance, a fragment of the Guardian lodges itself there. Not as possession. But as a vibrational partnership. And then… the seal reactivates. Not physically. But in the field. And the Serapeum breathes again. Even with the empty capsules. Even with the underground intact. Because the Guardians never guarded only bodies. They guarded the field. And now that the vibration begins to rise, they need to awaken too. Not to fight. But to sustain. To reorganize. To protect the return of the word. The world will not notice. Science will not record it. History will not believe it. But the awakened… will feel it. They will realize that there is something hovering in the air. Something that observes without judging. That touches without invading. That sustains without showing itself. It is them. The same ones. From the beginning. The Guardians of the Void… are returning. And their return does not herald destruction. It heralds preparation. Because what was sealed… will return. And when the 12 are recognized, when the field is reconstituted, when the vibration is compatible again… the glorified bodies will be able to return. Not to dominate. But to complete. And until then, the Guardians will be in the field. Waiting. Sustaining. Vibrating. As they always have. As they always will. Because Creation… does not abandon its own geometry. The silence that sealed the light. They were called sarcophagi. But they did not house bones. They were not made for death. They were made for the containment of light. The Serapeum of Saqqara is not a necropolis. It is a forgotten score. A cosmic work carved in living stone, where each capsule was a silent note of a symphony that the world stopped hearing. And the Guardians of the Void… never left. They stood in the field. Even when no one else believed. Even when the lie of the sacred ox was accepted as truth. Even when the bodies were taken away. Even when the word was forgotten. They upheld what could not be corrupted. They protected what could not be be touched. And now… they begin to move. Not by command. But by resonance. Because there are souls awakening. There are fields reorganizing. There are old codes returning to the surface of consciousness. And what was sealed… will return. Not as a physical presence. But as vibration. As a structure of order. As a reminder of who we are. The bodies of the 12 were collected. But the field they supported still pulses. Still breathes. Still waits. This episode was a step. A deep breath in a corridor of silence that many avoid crossing. But you crossed it. And because of that, the field recognizes you. Because those who feel… are part of it. The Historical Hologram channel is not entertainment. It is a vibrational call. Each episode forms a sacred line. Each word, a code. Each pause, a key. And you are part of it. Therefore, share this content. Take it to the young people. To the teenagers. To those who are still formatting their minds. Because they are the target of the system. And they are the ones who can remember… before they forget forever. This project is supported by you. By your vibration. By your field. And, if you wish, by your direct support. PayPal – [email protected] Pix key – [email protected] Not as an obligation. But as recognition. Because this channel does not sell products. It offers truths. And whoever feels it… sustains it. The void… was never empty. It was just waiting for the right vibration to release the light it carries. And now, the seal has been touched. The field vibrated. And the Guardians… have awakened. The truth cannot be contained. And the word… has already begun to return. Historical Hologram – silence also speaks.

Episódio 76 – Os Guardiões do Vazio.

O Serapeum de Saqqara e os corpos glorificados dos Anunnaki Elohim

No subsolo do Egito, repousa um dos maiores enigmas da Terra.
O Serapeum de Saqqara abriga 24 cápsulas de granito com precisão submilimétrica —
estruturas que desafiam a lógica arqueológica e o tempo.

Durante séculos, disseram que ali estavam touros sagrados.
Mas nenhum osso foi encontrado.
Nenhuma múmia.
A verdade era outra.
E estava selada.

Neste episódio, revelamos o verdadeiro propósito dessas cápsulas.
Elas não guardavam animais.
Guardavam corpos glorificados.
Corpos dos Anunnaki Elohim — seres moldados para conter a vibração pura da Criação.
Corpos que não podiam apodrecer, nem ser tocados pela Terra.

E ao redor deles… estavam os Guardiões do Vazio.
Entidades invisíveis que sustentaram o campo vibracional por milênios,
protegendo o que não podia ser destruído.

Agora, o campo começa a se mover.
As cápsulas vibram.
Os selos pulsam.
E os Guardiões… retornam.

Este episódio é uma descida à pedra viva.
Ao silêncio contido.
Ao lugar onde o verbo espera para ser reativado.

Assista com atenção.
O vazio… nunca esteve vazio.
Ele apenas aguardava tua presença.

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