
Everyone thinks the Voynich Manuscript is a fake book made by a con artist to trick a king. But even me, thinking to trick someone and invest a fortune for a joke? we are missing the obvious financial logic.
Let’s take a look at the paradox of the materials:
The Pages: Premium, incredibly expensive vellum (animal skin).
The Paint: Super cheap, flat, everyday inks.
The "con artist" theory completely falls apart here from my perspective. If you are a scammer running out of money, you just can’t blow all your money on the most expensive paper possible, only to fail in your own scam by coloring it in with cheap, ugly paint. Basically, make the joke right or don’t do it. In here, is when we need to start to see this as we were in that moment, in that time and think.
With those lenses for me it wasn't a scam. It was the monk who entered a deep meditative trance and accessed an astral plane, maybe even traveled to Venus; which explains all the feminine energy and otherworldly plants and because the beautiful cursive script flows perfectly gives the feeling it was channeled the whole book.
Let’s take a look on why this monk conclusion comes to my head:
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The Vellum was for “endurance in time”: The monk already had access to vellum in the monastery. He didn't spend unnecessary money on it; he chose it because he knew this message had to physically survive the centuries for future generations. It was a time capsule. Hence the channel message and the still undecipherable writing.
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The Paint was what he had at hand: He didn't need luxury colors because he wasn't trying to sell anything. He was just furiously sketching the energy fields he saw before the vision faded, using whatever basic ink was on his desk.
The experts treat it like a dead puzzle, but you can literally feel the energy.
When I downloaded it today (since I haven’t ever seen or heard of this book until today), my cat climbed right over me and started purring. Something that he barely does with me.
So, for me; it’s not a hoax. It’s a 600-year-old interstellar travel log sent across time so it wouldn't be forgotten. And here I am contributing to the discussion of this enigma.
— the Architect
Observations from an active mind; unfinished by design.

