Germination Of The Truth

By Johan Du Plessis

Peace, Prosperity and Equality are the three most sought after aspects in every community. Unfortunately, these three marvels must be protected and maintained to assure their true, unique value. Neglect will produce war, poverty and inequality, just as we experience it today across the globe.

This situation did not develop in the lifespan of one generation, but rather over many generations. Correction will thus take time, but if we never start, we will never achieve anything.

Germination Of The Truth points the direction to follow in a very polite, yet serious way to achieve this unimaginable goal of Peace, Prosperity and Equality for all to share. United for once, under one God for all and all for one God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Johan Du Plessis
• Release date: Mar 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9780620864817

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Germination of the Truth

A Road to Peace & Prosperity

By Johan Du Plessis

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Copyright © 2019 Johan Du Plessis

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Dedication

Germination of the Truth is dedicated to all members of all religions, believers and non-believers, all races and cultures, and people of all ages and gender. My main intention in writing this book is to bring about a better understanding of race and religion in the quest for peace and prosperity that all can share. This work is also dedicated to the millions of people, men, women and children, who are no longer with us, and who have paid the ultimate price for the racial and religious crimes and wars of this world, from pre-recorded history to the latest events that happened just today.

Table of Contents

Special Thanks

Introduction

Chapter 1

About the Author

Intriguing Thoughts

Brushing Shoulders with the Unexplained (Real Events)

Personal Interpretation and Belief

The Gold Rush

The Pyramids of Giza

Sharks

White Powder of Gold

Chapter 2

Us Humans

Our Origin

Four Seasons of Our Lives

Relationships

Education

Crime & Justice

Race

Religion

Politics

Social Status

Slowing Down Our Biological Clock

Abortion

Chapter 3

Origin of the Seed

The Jesus Tragedy

The Messenger and the Organizer

God as Portrayed in Human Behaviour

The Good God and His Bad Encounter

The God of Israel

Pagan Religions

Human Sacrifice

Heaven and Hell

Chapter 4

Culmination of the Seed

Beliefs That Will Please You

The Face of God

Are We Alone?

Political Power or Religious Behavior

Warfare or Diplomacy

World Economics and Religion

The Coming of the New Messiahs

A Unified Religion

Annexure

Daily Truths & Philosophies to Remember

References

Special Thanks

If I am to thank all the individual people with whom I discussed the outlines of this new concept while it was still in its stages of infancy, many, many years ago, and in later years the concept framework and most recently the story line, I will have to write another book. But I want to assure each and every person that I have not forgotten our discussions, no matter how in-depth or how short they might have been. All of you, no matter from what race, religion, culture, social status, gender or age, total stranger or well-known, you played a major part in formulating the message in Germination of the Truth. And what I appreciate most is the directness of the different comments that came out of our discussions. It was always positive criticism, advice and encouragement, no matter how controversial the topic of our discussion.

What totally astounded me was that most of you, with only a few exceptions, all asked for a signed copy of this book once it is printed. I sincerely hope that your wishes will be fulfilled in the near future, and that what you get matches what you bargained for. And for what all of you meant to me, I want to thank each and every one for the encouragement, inspiration and well-wishes that made my task so much more enjoyable. Throughout all my conversations, one common aspect stood out like a beacon. Most of the people that I have spoken to from the younger generations are in search for something new and fresh to cling to, without the fear factor that is almost second nature in almost every religion. This encouraged me to set my mind on a journey in search of logical explanations that will allow all of us to live a happy life, not just for ourselves, but also in support of those around us. I want to thank you all for sharing your innermost thoughts, which gave me the re-assurance that I am not alone in unravelling the past in search of answers that might ensure a better tomorrow.

Again, I cannot single out any one specific individual, but I want to thank all the leading scientists, authors and their research teams the world over for putting together the most astonishing scientific facts and stories about our history and origin, proving that the time has arrived for us to look at pre- and recorded history from a different perspective. I can strongly advise that each one these authors and their books is a rewarding read that will enrich your knowledge for the times we live in.

More specifically, I want to thank my son, Martin, for always being there to listen to new developments and ideas, particularly while working on the framework of this book. His comments were always to the point and not necessarily in line with mine. None-the-less, his criticism was always aimed towards improvement, and his continuous encouragement and support was something I would have battled without. I appreciate you always being there to listen and debate, more than you will ever know. I love you, son!

My beloved daughter, Juditte, and her husband, Darrel. From cradle to wedding bells, my relationship with Juditte remained a God-given joy that makes life so much more appreciable. I want to thank you both for all your love, intense interest and encouragement regarding the book and also my physical well-being. Thank you for the book you gave me, my angel, and all Darrel’s advice on TV programmes, documentaries and books that relate to my storyline and have been of interest or benefit to me. My love and appreciation come straight from the heart!

Lastly, to my dear friend, Dr Francis Hawkins, for his personal support and encouragement and the effort of proofreading to eliminate possible mistakes, and finally editing some of the complete transcript. Thank you, Francis. Without your input, I would have been lost.

Firstly, not only me, but all of us need to thank all governments, organisations, donors and individuals who take part in the relief efforts around the globe to ease the symptoms and destruction of war, natural disasters and poverty where it is needed most. Much more needs to be done to keep those affected out of the danger zones of life such as starvation, medical support and general upliftment of poor-quality life. Thank you all for your ongoing support and dedication so desperately needed all over the globe.

Introduction

Judging this book by its title, Germination of the Truth, one would expect to learn more about the truth in every aspect of its meaning, which is the sole intention, of course. This, however, is not the easiest of tasks anyone can attempt. Comparing the truth with mountain climbing, reaching the summit of Mount Everest during a heavy snowstorm would be like a stroll in a beautifully laid out park in comparison with finding the real truth out there. Just think about our justice systems, which is one of our prime establishments where one would expect the truth to be the backbone of its very existence. Unfortunately, this is not true, even though without intent. Here are professional, highly qualified people who specialize in camouflaging a lie to such an extent that it is accepted and certified as the truth by the highest of authorities. Congratulations and high-fives circulate in celebration of the outcome, because this is what good lawyers are made of. On the other hand, there are so many truths, footprints and manifestations in this world, so bizarre and unbelievable that they are generally classified and accepted as just the opposite of what they might really mean. It is not where the problems with the truth end that makes it so difficult, sometimes almost impossible to comprehend. One of the major problems with the truth lies deeply imbedded in each and every one of us.

You can observe it through politics, religion, education, myths and a host of other possibilities that create the phenomena that your truth and my truth are not exactly the same thing. What is written in your book of religion, you believe without any doubt, and therefore, to you, it is the truth. Any other religious book, however, in your mind, is not true, and therefore becomes a lie. From someone else’s perspective, not having the same religious beliefs that you have, the scale of truth will gain momentum in his favour, and what you believe in will now become a lie in his mind. It is not only in our religious realm that this battle with the truths occurs. Someone can tell you and I the same story at the same time, and, if it is convincing enough in your mind, you will surely accept it as the truth, whether it is a lie or not.

On the contrary, another listener might spot some loopholes and immediately disregard the story as an outright lie. If both of us now go ahead and propagate this story to listeners and audiences, they will hear the same story, but from two opposite poles. What will complicate things even further is if there is an absence of undisputable, concrete evidence to prove that the story is either true or false. Everything depends on how convincing the storyteller is perceived to be, together with the personal belief of the listener.

It is against this backdrop, that my storyline will endeavour to make the best possible sense of the real truth. This task would have been much easier than a stroll in a beautiful park if that small little thing we call a lie never existed in our minds. Unfortunately, it has been part of our existence from the beginning of time to this very day. Our scientists did however develop the lie detector with some degree of success, but a truth detector with no degree of fault, like DNA testing, is a very long time away, and until such time our battle with the real truth will prevail. What is good to know, though, is that there are methods of testing and analyzing that no-one can argue against once the answers or facts are laid out on the table. Thanks to scientists and our Creator, who gave them the brainpower, an understanding of atoms and their individual functions has emerged. You may rather attempt to climb that mountain than to argue against chemically-based facts, compiled by scientists with modern-day technology, regarding some historical facts that affect who and what we are today. Ever since these technologies came into being, and were understood better and better by the day, they have been applied to our advantage in countless ways. Curing of diseases and illnesses, energy generation, communication systems, commuting methods and networks, agriculture, entertainment, education methods, control systems, warfare, metal and mining industries, textile industries, food processing industries and space travel, are but a few of the advances that have drastically improved our way of living. We must admit that our understanding of the smallest known form of life in the universe, called atoms, has given us the edge over all mankind in recorded history. This very technology, however, is also applied to the boundaries of their effectiveness to either prove or disprove some historical facts and beliefs. In their efforts, scientists, researchers and authors alike, who make use of one another’s findings to prove or to publish, have come forward with some astonishing facts regarding our history and other landmarks that would have remained unsolved and unexplained without our modern-day technology. Without going into much detail for now, there is no doubt that planet Earth is 4.6 billion years old, and that dinosaurs became extinct some 65 million years ago. There still remain however, some very mysterious landmarks and monuments with no clear-cut answers as to their existence or origin, but with the aid of technology, understandable and explainable answers of very sound logic surface by the day.

Apart from the unexplained monuments and landmarks, we also have thousands of scrolls, scripts and other inscriptions that have never made their way into the many religious books of this world, presumably because of authenticity difficulties. What surprises me is that the scrolls, scripts and inscriptions that did find their way into one or other holy book, are all declared authentic by either the author himself at the time, or by some historian at a later stage. Thousands of other stories and messages, no matter how logical or sensible they might sound, are all classified by historians or some other authorities as being not authentic or just not true. It reminds me of our modern-day justice and financial systems that are at work around the globe. Defence lawyers or the prosecution team will play around with a case until they find the perfect way to present it as being the truth. Financial statements can be played around with, depending on whether you want to impress your bank manager for additional funds or get yourself off the hook from the receiver of revenue. Can we really deprive ourselves the opportunity to question the hard to believe and unexplainable, just because some historian declared whatever you doubt as authentic and true? Many years of research regarding the truth of certain aspects of life led to the conclusion that it is everyone’s right to question facts that appear hard or impossible to believe. This is not only in regard to religious and historical matters; it is a general thing. For the purpose of this book, the emphasis will remain on religious matters and historical events.

The main topic and story line of this book, however, is not just to ask questions for which there are no real answers with scientific proof, because the emphasis of life is not just about what happened yesterday, but what must be done tomorrow. Understanding our yesterday in a better context will surely help us in ultimately putting together a better tomorrow. The stories and information contained in this book will find their way towards contributing to that well-awaited better tomorrow, a tomorrow with no race and religious conflict or loss of innocent lives. All the enduring questions and possible solutions in this book are not directed at God, but at the people who wrote stories about Him. As time is hurrying us into the future at an astonishing pace, and the evidence is mounting by the day that the possibility of intelligent life out there might exist, people become scared, and understandably so.

The only thing that will change if that happens, is that some religious rulebooks will receive a devastating blow, but the existence of God and His almighty power no-one can ever alter. God is the Ruler and Creator of all things in the universe, including us, and whatever might be out there. That is the truth!

With my next two books, The Ultimate Connection and Life In A Chameleon World, the latter of which is an autobiography, I hope to bring to the table some real-life humour, drama, expectations and disappointments, as well as useful advice on how to achieve that well-deserved inner happiness that is not related to social status, and the road to accomplishment of pre-determined goals in your life.

Chapter 1

About the Author

You never change horses in mid-stream, but luckily, it’s never too late to change your mind. In fact, you can, whenever you wish. Changing your mind, however, normally depends on whether you are convinced to do so, and the implied advantages of the change must be carefully scrutinised. Quick, impulsive decisions never add up to their expectations and may cause devastating damage. Therefore, take the time to decide, and carefully, with great caution, consider the options, no matter what the reason for changing your mind might be. Based on personal experience, this is an irreversible decision that needs to be shared. This chapter portrays events that the author was privileged to experience. These experiences changed the mind-set of the author, and, hopefully, will also change the minds of those who seek the real truth in our world of greed and domination, to the detriment of millions who may wish otherwise.

Intriguing Thoughts

In anyone’s lifetime, intriguing questions and some mysterious events, to a greater or lesser extent, may occur, depending on personal exposure and life situations. There are no definite answers or reasons and no real explanations as to why or how these thoughts and events crossed your mind or actually happened to you. Various thoughts and events pose strange questions, different lines of thought and strange experiences. This will probably vary from individual to individual, depending on background and culture, in combination with a lot of other things. For the very fortunate few, however, there might be nothing out of the ordinary after all, and life is understandable and explainable as it is.

Amongst other things, during an extensive period of my life, were the following questions:

1) What made people so interested and obsessed with gold?

2) How, why and when did people build the pyramids in Giza, Egypt?

3) How does a shark detect blood so quickly and effectively in water?

Here are some more topics for the skeptical enquirer:

• There is the on-going debate between creationists and evolutionists regarding our origins, and scientific facts stir things up even more.

• Then there is the age-old question: Why are there so many religions and sub-divisions of the same religions?

• Why so many races, located in specific geographical places?

• Are UFOs real?

These questions are on many people’s minds, particularly the younger generations, and quite rightly so. Our new generation is asking why, who and where type of questions, and somehow, they deserve answers.

These are questions that eventually got to me. After many years of reading, searching, asking and debating, this obsession became the inspiration to write this book. I hope to share, reveal and inspire other people to understand the complexity of our conscious and physical world as well, as our spiritual make-up and well-being. The first three questions above appear in the last section of this chapter. It might just change your perspective about gold.

There are many intriguing questions, and many people will have similar unexplainable experiences. These are events that sometimes happen in your life for no reason and with no explanation whatsoever. Does this sound familiar? Some personal experiences, which had no explanation, human or scientific, might be boring to some of you, while others will surely be familiar with them. However, there were a few that really surprised me, some to a greater extent than others.

Brushing Shoulders with the Unexplained (Real Events)

An encounter with the unexplained occurred when I was seven years old. It happened in a small Free State town called Parys. Nestled on the banks of the Vaal River, and bustling with holiday makers during the Christmas, festive season. On the eastern outskirts of town was an old, redundant Wilson’s Toffee factory, looming under gigantic blue gum trees. The day in question was during the December school holiday. A few friends and I, all from the same street, decided to go swimming in the Vaal River on the edge of town. There were six children in the group: me, Dries Bester, who was quite a lot older than me, Dries’ younger brother, Jannie, who was closer to my age, Leon van Schalkwyk, who was Dries’ age, Leon’s younger brother, Baron, and Ronald Brown, who was probably the oldest of us all by at least two years. Anyway, after some swimming and rock sliding in the stream, we wandered back home. It so happened that we strolled past the old sweet factory. There were big signboards displayed on the main gate and the surrounding fences: those big skull and crossbones signs, indicating Trespassers will be prosecuted. To any kid of that age in those days, this was serious business. But, as things happen, after peering through the gate and some serious kiddie debate about whether we should or shouldn’t, we jumped the fence and began exploring. As with all kids when they do something wrong, we had that feeling that the whole world knows about it. Things were no different that day.

That big signboard with the skull and crossbones let us know that we were trespassing, and caused us to look over our shoulders more than usual. However, the excitement of seeing all the buildings with strange pipes and rubble kept us exploring. We even tasted some of the material that had oozed out between the flanges, where the pipes were joined together, and it tasted just like very old Wilson’s Toffee. We went from one building to the next, always peeping over our shoulders, upstairs and downstairs. As we moved along, the old, wooden floors groaned and creaked alarmingly loudly. People in the street would be able to hear us, or so it seemed at the time. Then we ventured into another big, double-story building with a veranda attached to one side, like a carport, in line with the road leading up to the main entrance. Inside the building, on the ground floor, there was nothing except dust and a massive, wooden staircase, against the wall, leading up to the first floor. Climbing the stairs was a noisy business. It must have been on everyone’s mind that all the noise could easily be heard from the street and someone might just come to investigate. We were all near the middle of the first floor, moving towards the windows above the carport, when something suddenly stopped us in our tracks. That frightening feeling of facing our worst nightmare, the feeling of paralysis and shock ran through the group; without exception, it touched every one of us.

We stood, frozen, staring at one another, knowing we shouldn’t have entered this place. Someone was entering the building at ground level, someone big, because each step the intruder took towards the staircase sounded out loud, as if the planks were breaking. Each step that the intruder took was one step closer to big trouble for us boys. We thought of being taken to the police station, horrible imaginings of the consequences that would be coming our way flashed through our minds; we felt ashamed of being there and now we had been caught. These thoughts rushed through our brains in split seconds while we stared at one another, too afraid to breathe. The person reached the staircase and thundered upwards. There was no other way to describe it; you could have heard it a mile away. My heart racing in my throat, I remember staring at the safety rails separating the first floor from the stairwell. I followed the sound with close intensity as it progressed up the stairs, ever closer to big trouble. We expected to see the cap of a police officer, then his shoulders as he climbed up. But at that very moment, the noise stopped – it was silent, very silent. After what must have been a minute or two, but which felt like eternity at the time, we made hand signals to one another, wondering why this person had stopped. What was very apparent to all of us was that this person had stopped to listen, to hear if there was any movement from the first floor. We were frozen and stood there, breathless, without making the slightest sound. Eventually, one of the older boys signaled that we should move forward very slowly, without a sound, which was impossible, even though we tried, chameleon style, and peeped over the railing to see who it was. We moved towards the railing achingly slowly, but not without making squeaking sounds. There was not a way in the world that even I, weighing only about 25kg, could move across that wooden floor without making very audible squeaking sounds. After what felt like hours, we eventually reached the railing and peeped over. To this day, I cannot describe the relief that there was no-one on the stairs, not a police constable or unknown ghost, whichever was my biggest fear. One of the older boys suddenly turned around and ran towards the windows above the veranda, over at the far wall. All the rest, myself included, followed as one. We dived through the wooden windows without even attempting to open them; the sounds of wood breaking and glass shattering and loud, hollow sounds rang out as we landed on the corrugated roof of the veranda.

All that was on my mind was to get out as fast as possible. Once over the fence, we kept on running as fast as we possibly could for about four or five blocks, before stopping. We struggled to get our breath back. Not one of us knew what had happened in that old factory, neither did any one of us have the slightest explanation, and we never went back there again, not even to investigate.

The object of our next encounter already existed at the time of that first experience in the form of a house that was permanently un-occupied. We all lived on Buiten Street in Parys. As we walked to school every day, we made our way down the road to the highway, then either straight across, or took a left and then the first right again. Whichever route we took, both going to school or coming back, depended on our mood or just boredom. But it was always straight across, or left and right again. On the straight route, on the left-hand side heading towards school, about halfway up the block, there was an empty house. It was nothing out of the ordinary, quite similar to most houses of that neighborhood, but always unoccupied and empty. It never bothered us that from time to time there was a big furniture truck with people off-loading furniture and moving in. It was no big deal.

What was kind of strange or funny though, was that if we took the same route the next morning, the new occupants were carrying their furniture back out onto the pavement. Over a period of about four years, this very same thing happened about five or six times. Eventually, we started talking about it and asked questions amongst our circle of friends. One of our friends came up with the story that it was a haunted house. In any kid’s life, ghosts or the unknown are serious, scary stuff - the kind of stuff that make you want to sleep with your light on. Back in those days, it was like that and there’s no difference today. Darkness, in any kid’s life, is scary, and for some reason, it seems to come naturally, or does it? Anyway, according to this friend, the house had a grizzly history. Apparently, a Jewish man had lived there with his wife and little daughter. This little daughter though, according to the storyteller, suffered from polio and was badly crippled. For whatever unknown reason, no-one knows, some years prior to our discussion, the father had killed his wife and little daughter in the main bedroom with a sickle. Then he dragged them from there to the outside bathroom (a common design feature of houses in those days), where he apparently shot himself.

As proof, and emphasized by the storyteller, the blood stains on the steps leading from the kitchen to the stoep, on the stoep and in the bathroom were still visible. Wow, what a story this was! So, amongst ourselves, the same group, except Ronald, decided to investigate. One day, after school, we headed for that house on Buiten Street. We entered via the small, front gate, behind which was a narrow concrete slab leading directly towards the front door. As we entered the front gate, I had a very strange, eerie feeling. What it was, I could not tell, but it was very evident. To describe it from a child’s perspective, because that’s all I was at the time, would have been totally different from an adult’s point of view. Remaining quite close to one another, we went around the back of the house to start our inspection on the back stoep. To everyone’s amazement, there were visible, dark stains and splatters on the otherwise light grey, concrete steps and stoep area leading towards the bathroom. We hurried towards the bathroom door, which stood wide open. Inside, on the floor, the same pattern revealed itself, except that it was much more prominent and darker. We didn’t waste time or any discussion of what we saw - we all hurried out of there with a passion. We didn’t run, only because we were in a group and no-one wanted to show their weakness and desire to get out of there as quickly as possible. What had we seen, was it real? Perhaps it could have been a hallucination. It could have been easy to be confused and baffled by the story. We never made any attempt to gather more information or confirmation about the story or the history of that house. For some obscure reason, it seems we just blanked out the memory of it for that period in my childhood. A few years later, a neighbor bought the property, demolished the house and made the whole property an extension of his existing garden. Why? No-one knows. Where once an ordinary, good-looking house had stood, for many years there remained only a large garden.

About two years after this second experience, my father passed away and