I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. Living memories passed on to me- or they were living memories, then. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend, estimate or measure. For Humanity, our species, the loss of that Civilization- or Civilizations- is more than we can quantify. It is immeasurable. Ruins like those have always called to me and spoken of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine or glimpse within my mind's eye. Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
I've wondered for years- could we modern humans be imbued with epigenetic memories from their generations, eons ago? Maybe one day we'll be able to "read" the data (memories) that are encrypted within our own epigenetic memory.
The few megalithic traces of those Civilizations have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE.
I've been saying for years that the heart of our Civilization needs to be moved underground- once technology makes this transition feasible and economically practical. The clock is ticking...and our accomplishments- our Western Civilization- must be preserved for posterity.
I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. Living memories passed on to me- or they were living memories, then. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend, estimate or measure. For Humanity, our species, the loss of that Civilization- or Civilizations- is more than we can quantify. It is immeasurable. Ruins like those have always called to me and spoken of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine or glimpse within my mind's eye. Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
I've wondered for years- could we modern humans be imbued with epigenetic memories from their generations, eons ago? Maybe one day we'll be able to "read" the data (memories) that are encrypted within our own epigenetic memory.
They have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE. I've been saying for years that the heart of our Civilization needs to be moved underground- once technology makes this transition feasible and economically practical. The clock is ticking...and our accomplishments- our Western Civilization- must be preserved for posterity.
I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. Living memories passed on to me- or they were living memories, then. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend, estimate or measure. Ruins like those call to me and speak of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine. Are we imbued with epigenetic memories from their generations, eons ago? Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
They have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE.
I've been saying for years that the heart of our Civilization needs to be moved underground- once technology makes this transition feasible and economically practical. The clock is ticking...and our accomplishments- our Western Civilization- must be preserved for posterity.
I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. Living memories passed on to me- or they were living memories, then. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend or ever know. Ruins like those call to me and speak of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine. Are we imbued with epigenetic memories from their generations, eons ago? Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
They have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE.
I've been saying for years that the heart of our Civilization needs to be moved underground- once technology makes this transition feasible and economically practical. The clock is ticking...and our accomplishments- our Western Civilization- must be preserved for posterity.
I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. Living memories passed on to me- or they were living memories, then. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend or ever know. Ruins like those call to me and speak of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine. Are we imbued with epigenetic memories from their generations, eons ago? Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
They have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE.
I've been saying for years that the heart of our Civilization needs to be moved underground- once technology makes this transition feasible and economically practical. The clock is ticking...and our accomplishments- our Western Civilization- it must be preserved for posterity.
I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. Living memories passed on to me- or they were living memories, then. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend or ever know. Ruins like those call to me and speak of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine. Are we imbued with epigenetic memories from their generations, eons ago? Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
They have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE.
I've seen many little "ages" pass in my own lifetime. I was raised by people who survived the Great Depression and the 1918 Pandemic. Heard so many stories about forgotten storms and hardships weathered long ago- sorrows and struggles that they fought through so that their bloodline wouldn't die out and so their children could have a chance. Didn't witness these eras myself, but from hearing the stories so vividly it felt like I was there. I personally saw the 90's come and go, saw the world change on 9/11. Somehow made it through the Obama years- and many other events that were decades ago but seem just like yesterday in my memory. Time is a hard thing to comprehend.
But to be honest, I can't even look at archaeological sites like Gobekli, Sacsayhuamán, Baalbek- and the Great Pyramid of Giza- without feeling a profound sense of loss and sorrow. Especially after reading "Fingerprints of the Gods." We will probably never know anything about our oldest ancestors nor their Civilization and technology. More was lost than we can comprehend or ever know. Ruins like those call to me and speak of different times and ages before recorded history- places and people that I can only imagine. Mainstream archaeology will never do any justice to the wonders of those megalithic relics, nor ask the strange and incredible questions that should be pondered by modern humans.
They have become ignominious leftovers- the fragments of a tapestry, broken and buried beneath the sands of time. And it will be our Civilization too, one day...unless we get our shit together, unite and advance technologically in preparation for the next ELE.