Atlantis Left Its Technology in Egypt

In 1851, Auguste Mariatch crawled through a doorway buried under the Egyptian desert. He stood up, lit a candle, and scanned the room. He was in an ancient tunnel. Then his candle reflected light of an object that looked completely out of place. It was a massive box, as big as a car, carved from solid granite. But the granite was smooth, too smooth. The stone was so polished, he could see his reflection. This was engineering beyond anything he thought possible. Mariatch never expected to find an object built with advanced technology. He was even more surprised when he found 23 more. A year earlier, in October 1850, 29-year-old Auguste Mariatch walked out into the desert that secara, and spotted a carved stone head sticking out of a sandoon. It was a sphinx. And Mariatch knew right away what was buried underneath it. Mariatch remembered an ancient book by the Greek Geographer Strabo wrote about a lost temple out here called the Serpent. Strabo said the desert winds buried a long avenue of sphinxes right up to their heads. It was the secret tomb where Egypt buried its living gods. The Louvre had sent Mariatch to Cairo with the bag of government money to buy old religious manuscripts from desert monasteries. Standing in front of that sphinx head in the sand, he made a choice that could have landed him in prison. It was a revelation. At that moment, I forgot my mission. I forgot the patriarch, the convents, the Coptic and Syriac manuscripts, all of it. And on the 1st of November, 1850, at one of the most beautiful sunrises I ever saw in Egypt, 30 workmen were gathered under my orders. He spent the Louvre's manuscript budget on shovels. His crew dug out one limestone sphinx, then a second, then a buried highway of them winding under the dunes. These weren't giants like the Great Sphinx Giza. Each statue was about 6 feet long, lining both sides of a sunken road. But week after week, his men pulled out 370 sphinxes and more than 1,000 small bronze statues of Egyptian gods. Then, the Egyptian government came for them. When Egypt's ruler Abbas Pasha heard that France planned to ship those treasures to Paris, he demanded every single piece. Abbas, not Abba. He sent three army officers to Sikara to watch the trenches and count every find. When the officers demanded an inventory, Marriott's foreman hinted them a list of 513 items that in mention they hid over 500 more. From that night on, Marriott ran an underground smuggling ray. He moved his packing workshop to the bottom of a deep shaft where no officer could see it. Then he sank a second shaft. Stop it. He sank a second shaft into the sand and covered it with boards and dirt during the day. Marriott wrote that you could ride a horse right over that hidden shaft and never even know it was there. Every night after the guards went to sleep, his men pulled the boards back, climbed down with lanterns, and dug in secret. Meanwhile, one of his workmen carved fake stone tablets in camp. Marriott handed the forgeries to Pasha's officers, but packed the real artifacts into crates for France. The Egyptians never knew they were fakes until Marriott bragged about it as memoirs years later. At dusk on November 12, 1851, the buried road of Sphinx ended at a stone doorway cut straight into the bedrock. Fallen blocks jammed the entrance, so Marriott's crew swung sledge hammers through the night. Before dawn, a narrow gap opened at the top of the door, and Marriott crawled inside with a candle in each hand. He stood up and slowly scanned the room. It was an ancient chamber carved into the rock. The walls were rough and the floor was covered with thousands of years in sand and dust, and it was nothing unexpected. 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Each box was cut from a single block of solid granite. This wasn't local stone. It came from Oswan, almost 600 miles up the Nile. Someone quarried those 100 ton blocks, and floated them down the river, then dragged them across the desert dunes, and slid them down a narrow ramp underground. It's a hard job of getting those blocks to the tunnel. But inside the tunnel, the job got even harder. The main corridor leaves only a couple of feet to spare on either side of a box. And each side room is barely wider than the stone itself. To set one in place, the workers had to haul 70 tons of granite down the narrow tunnel. Then they had to swing at 90 degrees into a tight room and lower it into a floor pit without cracking it. But the boxes weren't cracked. They were perfect. There is no room down there for a crowd of men pulling ropes. But whoever built this tunnel did it 24 times. Getting the boxes took masterful engineering. But the engineering used inside the boxes was more than masterful. It was impossible. Inside the boxes, the dark granite walls are polished so smooth, they shine like a black mirror. And there's nothing to suggest how they even did this. There are no chisel marks, no abrasions, no scratches, no imperfections of any kind. Oh, it needs a mirror that big. Nobody knows. They're probably lizard people. This is hard to do today with power tools. To polish granite mirror smooth by hand, defies logic, or implies the use of technology we don't understand or haven't discovered yet. Almost all the boxes' lids were shoved aside and were empty, all except one. Marion's workers tried to move it, but it wouldn't budge. Remember, just the lids weighed 30 tons. And the seam between the lid and the box was so tight they couldn't wedge anything into the gap. The blade of a pocket knife couldn't get into the seam. That's how perfect it was. There was no way a metal pry bar would even fit. Finally, Marion blew the lid open with dynamite, and that one was empty too. No, but it worked, well it built up anything was empty, poor around though. But there were supposed to be more than 24 boxes. There was a 25th box just sitting in the middle of the corridor. It was rough and unpolished. For some reason, they stopped in the middle of the job and never came back. A tremendous amount of resources went into this project, for them to just give up doesn't make sense. They would have finished the job, but they didn't. Yeah, I've hired contractors at any work, they always need two more weeks and two more grades. Something may then leave, whether it was war or a natural disaster, by the time it was safe enough to come back, nobody did. They either didn't finish the job because they didn't know how, or so much time had passed that they never knew it was under their feet. Whatever scared their workers out of that tunnel is still a mystery. A week after Marion broke in, Abbas Pasha closed the dig down. While Marion waited in camp, he read the stone tablets his crew had pulled from the sand. The tablets said the boxes were burial tombs, just not for people. Every holiday dinner has one guy, fork in one hand, buzzing phone in the other, wearing a face that says, "I have to take this." He drifts toward the hallway, everyone pretends not to watch. Everybody watches. Nobody wants to be that guy, so at some point you just Just like, let's f***ing call. Today's episode is brought to you by Quo, spelled to you well. The business phone built so you never miss a call or customer. Quo is the number one rated business phone on G2, trusted by over 90,000 businesses. So here's how it plays out. A lead text or call is a 10PM. Quo's AI agent answers, gets the details, and sends them a link to book. No fingers lifted. By morning you've got the summary and jump right in. And if it needs some real follow-up, one click turns that call into a task, name, due date, done. 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Together those markings match the stars above Egypt. And a bull bearing those marks could predict the future. The bull served as Egypt's highest oracle, pharaohs, generals, and foreign conquerors like Alexander the Great came to his temple to ask whether they would win a war or win a king would die. If the bull ate from your hand, your future was blessed. If he turned his head away, you were marked for death. Foreign kings who mocked the bull or tried to butcher him died violent deaths. When the Persians conquered Egypt, their king Kimbisees demanded to see the god of flesh and blood. Kimbisees drew his dagger, stabbed the bull in the thigh, and laughed at the Egyptians for worshipping cattle. The bull bled to death in its stall. Soon after, as Kimbisees climbed onto his horse, his own sword slipped out of its sheath and stabbed him in the thigh in the exact same spot where he slashed the bull. And he died of that wound. Sacred bulls could only serve as oracles for 25 years. On a bull's 25th birthday, priests led him to a secret spring and drowned him. Last day, Taurus 15, year in the city, 2274, Carousel begins. This wasn't considered cruelty. It was a ceremony of the highest honor, freeing the god's spirit so he could be reborn. When a bull was drowned, the entire country shaved their heads and mourned. Then priestly the bull on 16 foot tables of solid alabaster carved with roaring lions and then they drained his blood. Afterward, they wrapped the body in gold and marched down into the serpent. So if the bulls were buried down there, why were all 24 granite boxes empty? Tombroppers break into vaults for gold and jewels. Nobody drags a 30 ton granite lid off a box to steal a dead cow. While the robbers weren't after cows or treasure, they were looking for technology. Because the Egyptians didn't build the boxes, they found them. And when they discovered the Seraphim 3000 years ago, it was already 10,000 years old. Only four of the 24 boxes have hieroglyphs on them and the writing is terrible. The granite underneath is ground flat and polished like a mirror, but the hieroglyphs on top are shallow and sloppy. The writing isn't really carved, it's scratched. Typically, when Egyptians build a royal monument, the pharaoh's name was the centerpiece, carved deep and proud inside an oval border called a cartouche. Not here. On one box, someone scratched the outline of the oval of the cartouche and left the space inside completely blank like they just gave up. Nobody who could polish a hundred ton block of granite like a mirror scratches his name on the side like that. And when you're carving the cartouche of a king, you finish it, you do not leave it blank. The Egyptians had copper saws and chisels. Now, copper works well for carving limestone and sandstone, but copper is softer than as one granite. Scratching was the best they could do. There was something else unusual about the granite. It was flat. Not somewhat flat, not extremely flat, perfectly flat. For more than a century after Mariette, nobody tested how flat those granite walls really were. Then Christopher Dunn, climate side one. Dunn spent 40 years as an aerospace engineer making jet engine parts that had to be accurate to 1,000th of an inch. If you watch the afterfiles for a while, you know his work. He's the engineer who says the great pyramid was a power plant. In 1995, Dunn checked two boxes in the Serapim with a small pocket straight edge. And the stone was so flat, it stunned it. He knew a 6 inch blade was too short to judge a 13 foot box. So he went back home and he got instruments for aerospace inspection. It took a few years, but Dunn finally got permission to go back into the Serapim. He brought a 12 inch steel straight edge, accurate to 1,000th of an inch. A human hair is about 30 times thicker than that. He also brought a tool maker square, calibrated to 50 millionth of an inch. Dunn lay the straight edge against the polished wall and shine the light behind the steel. No light passed underneath, none. He slid the blade across the stone and checked again, and the wall stayed dead flat all the way across its face. This is extremely difficult to do with today's technology. It should not have been possible thousands of years ago. He checked one inside corner where the walls meet the roof, and then another where two walls meet. The steel blade sat flush against both surfaces at once, and zero light came through. These corners weren't just close to 90 degrees. They were perfect right angles. And the two inside walls, which were about 5 feet apart, ran parallel from top to bottom. Again, perfectly parallel. Dunn knew from decades of machine shops how hard this is to pull off. Cutting two parallel walls of granite 5 feet apart with perfectly square inside corners takes heavy machinery. You cannot do this by hand. It must be nice. 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And when quince asked you where you heard about him, let him know it was the Y-Files. It's the best way to support the show. If the boxes weren't clothed for cows, and modern stone companies can't cut one today, then those 24 granite giants were built for something else. They were machines. Start with the stone. As one granite contains an unusually high percentage of quartz crystal. When you squeeze quartz under pressure, it generates electricity. This is called pizioelectricity. We see the same technique used in the gallery leading up to the King's Chamber in the Great Pyramid. It seemed like whoever built the pyramids also built the Seraphim. Here are 24 hollow boxes of quartz-rich stone that generate electricity. They're lined up inside limestone bedrock, which is an excellent insulator. This doesn't sound like a temple. It sounds like an energy array. And the box is hum. These degree researchers recorded the inside of the chambers and found that each box holds a deep resonant tone between 60 and 120 hertz. Sound in that range? changes activity in the human brain. If the amplitude is high enough, exposure can even trigger visions. Some visitors have dizzy spells near the boxes. Some have even had out-of-body experiences. Even 2000 years ago, Greek writers reported that giant bronze doors at Memphis, called the Gates of Oblivion, roared whenever the vault's opened. Then in March 2018, an independent researcher carried a Geiger counter down into the tunnel. Out in the main walkway, the counter clicked at about 14 times a minute. When he climbed inside one of the granite boxes, the radiation count nearly tripled to 38 clicks a minute. 38 clicks a minute. I have my only fins we kill for those numbers. This suggests those 24 granite vaults once held radioactive material. Look at how the boxes are built. Foot-fick solid granite walls, 30 tonned airtight lids, and deep pits cut into solid limestone bedrock. Together, those parts create an underground machine. The radiation provided the heat, the quartz granite turned that pressure into electricity, and the stone chambers focused the sound. If these chambers were already 10,000 years old when the Egyptians found them, there's only one ancient civilization who could have built them. Atlantis. And remember, with the Atlanteans worshipped as God, they worshipped Bulls. The story of Atlantis comes from Plato, but he didn't invent it. Around 600 BC, the Greek states have been so long visited Egypt, and the priests there told him that the Egyptian temple records went back thousands of years before Greece existed. Those Egyptian records described a powerful empire, destroyed in a single day in night of floods and earthquakes, and it happened around 9,600 BC, right at the end of the last Ice Age. That sudden cataclysm explains the 25th granite box still sitting rough and unfinished in the Seraphim hallway. The original crew was hauling that 100 tonned block down the narrow bedrock passage when disaster struck on the surface above. The bedrock shook, water rwered across the plateau, and the workers dropped their tools in the middle of the shift and never came back. And Plato's account of Atlantis solved the strangest riddle of the Seraphim. It showed why the Egyptians connected those granite boxes to a sacred bull. When Plato wrote about Atlantis and his dialogue Critius, he described the empire's central ceremony. Inside a sacred temple enclosure, belonging to Poseidon, black bulls roamed free. Before the kings of Atlantis could pass judgment or make laws, they had to capture one of those bulls without weapons, then they sacrificed it over a sacred stone column and drained its blood. I covered this ritual in detail in our episode about the Basques if you want to learn more about it. At Memphis, right above the Seraphim, Egyptian priests kept a sacred black bull and a royal courtyard as their highest judge and oracle. When that bull died, they laid it on 16 foot tables of solid alabaster and drained its blood, just like they did in Atlantis. So did survivors from Atlantis bring their sacred bull ritual to Egypt after the flood? Or did they build the Seraphim themselves before the cataclysm hit? Either way, when the later Egyptians dug into the plateau at Sacara, they found 24 impossible stone machines from the world before the flood. They couldn't build them and they didn't know how to turn them on. So they wrapped the old Atlantean bull rich wool around the granite boxes, scratched their pharaoh's names onto the sides, and worshipped the ruins as the tomb of a god. And if you think modern officials want to test that theory, look at what happened after done published his measurements. Right after done second visit in 2001, Egypt closed the tunnel to the public and kept it shut for more than a decade. Later, Egyptian engineer Ahmed Adley checked the boxes inside the Seraphim with precision gauges and confirmed done findings. The sides are flat and the corners make exact right angles. Applying the instruments, I was astonished to find that the internal measurements are so precise, with unique characteristics of parallelism and right angled corners of 90.0 degrees. About 90.1 and not 89.9 90. In 2024, Adley joined an independent research team bringing portable 3D laser scanners to Egypt to map ancient stonework down to the thousandth of an inch. Less than 50 miles south of Sacara, there's another red granite box. Over a century ago, Flinders Petri, the father of modern archaeology, called it one of the greatest triumphs of accurate stonework ever done in history. With a team put a laser in Petri's box in 2024, they published the full 3D map online and proved the stone was flat to within a thousandth of an inch. Next the team went to scan the 24 boxes inside the Seraphim. They put up a project page with the Seraphim on their website and left it completely blank. There are no 3D models, no laser data and no explanation. Either Egyptian officials blocked the lasers at the gate, with a team scan those 24 boxes and is not allowed to show what they found. In an older tunnel beside the main hall, part of the gallery is still buried behind a massive rock slide that nobody's passed since 1852. In 2020, archaeologists from Louvre began clearing the rubble. They pulled new stone tablets out of the debris in front of that block tunnel, and right after officials quietly shut the mission down, neither the Louvre nor the Egyptian government has explained why. 175 years after a gust of Mariette crawled in with a candle, 24 empty granite boxes still sit under the desert sand. Some say the pharaohs cut them with copper tools, even though four modern granite companies say they couldn't build one today. Others say they are the surviving machines of a lost civilization from the age of Atlantis, still humming in the bedrock, still radioactive. The truth is sitting behind a collapsed wall and inside 24 stone vaults, who scans nobody is allowed to see. So here's a case file almost nobody opens, August 15th, 1971, Sunday night. The president goes on TV, and without a vote from Congress, cuts the last link between the dollar and gold. He called it "temporary," and that was more than 50 years ago. 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A Frenchman follows a sphinx head in the sand and breaks into a very tunnel packed with 24 hundred tonne granite boxes. The stone is polished like a black mirror, flat to 10,000th of an inch, and every box is empty. Maybe they were power generators or radiation vaults built before the flood by survivors of Atlantis. It's a good story, but how much shove it is true? Well, Augusta Mariette's desert heist is completely true. He really did spend the lose manuscript money on shovels. He dug through a hidden shaft at night and fooled the Egyptian guards with fake stone tablets. Remember how Mariette bragged about those fakes as memoirs years later? You'd think the Egyptian government was furious when they found out. Instead, Egypt's new ruler hired their best thief in the desert to stop other Europeans from looting the country. In 1858, Egypt put Mariette in charge of its antiquities, and then he founded the Cairo Museum. The 24 granite boxes are real too, and not a single bull was ever found inside them. Still, Mariette did find untouched bull burials in an older tunnel right next door. In 1852, he broke into a sealed chamber from the reign of Ramses the Great and found bull bones buried inside wooden coffins with gold jewelry. Yeah, cow dies, he gets buried with gold. A goldfish dies, he can flesh down a toilet in a half moment of silence. Because of that, the historians say the 24 granite boxes were empty only because ancient tomb robbers pried the lids back to steal the gold. And as Egypt grew richer over the centuries, priest upgraded the bull coffins from wood to limestone and finally to ashworn granite. One part of Mariette's legend is false. He never blew up in a sealed granite box with dynamite. Dynamite wasn't even invented until 16 years after he entered the tunnel. He used gunpowder to clear fallen ceiling rocks in the old gallery, not the blast to open a granite lid. Then what about Atlantis and the underground machine? Well, Plato really did write about the kings of Atlantis hunting sacred bulls and draining their blood. And that parallel to Memphis is striking. Still there's no physical evidence connecting the Seraphim to Atlantis or the Ice Age. Over 800 dated tablets from the tunnel walls record Egyptian crews carving those galleries between 650 BC and about the time of Cleopatra. The radiation and the deep hum inside the boxes have natural explanations too. Mystic contains trace uranium that releases rain on gas inside closed stone spaces. And any polished stone chamber of that size hums around 100 hertz. As for the crooked hieroglyphs and the blank name oval, historians say priests rush the carving during a political crisis. We'll take their word for it. So what's still up for debate? Well, how the inside of those boxes was made. Christopher Dunn and Ahmed Adley both tested the inside walls with handgages and found them dead flat and dead square. Skeptics say ancient masons ground the stone flat using pounding rocks, copper saws, and wet quartz sand. But nobody has ever published a full 3D laser scan of the 24 boxes to settle the argument. And it would be so easy to do. Now, I'm not saying the Egyptians didn't build the Sarapim. But the more I learn, the more I lean toward the uncomfortable theory that an advanced civilization existed before the flood. And that's why I always come back to the 25th box sitting rough and unfinished in the hallway. Whoever those builders were, they didn't have smartphones or satellites. But they could cut 100 ton granite better than we can today. And right in the middle of a normal work day, they dropped their tools and never came back. Mainstream historians wave off advanced engineering as pseudoscience. That's a mistake. We should study so-called pseudoscience to see if there's a real science in there. Refusing to look isn't just arrogant. It's dangerous. Asteroids, solar storms, polishes, super volcanoes. They've wiped the slate clean before, and they will do it again. Instead of locking the gates and leaving the rubble in place, we should be digging for every clue those builders left behind. Because if we don't figure out what happened to them and how they survived, we're going to end up being just another layer in the sediment. Thank you so much for hanging out today. My name is AJ. There's Hegelfish. There you meet like a bull human, granite box, gold jewelry, anything but the toilet. This has been the Y-Files. If you had fun or learn something, I'd appreciate it if you could like, subscribe, comment, share. That stuff really helps the channel. And like most topics we cover here, today's is recommended by you. 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