This website is dedicated to the author himself John Robert (Bear) MacNeil, Chapbook man extraordinaire! To his love Shirley, his daughter, family and friends. Beloved and dearly missed by all whose lives he touched with his heart and written words. John was a poet. You will have to enjoy the glory of your life from the other side now JB. All the joy, all the pain, left us with these blessed truths. You are a true Caper! Thank You!


Chapter Titles

The Chapter Titles have all been linked, so you can jump down to the page or poem. Use your BACK button to return here. Everything in the book is not linked here, so be sure to scroll through the book and use these links as bookmarks or for quick reference.


Introduction.....Coming in from the Grassy Knoll.....A Distinct People
The Lie Called Freedom.....
Recent Claims of Contact.....Et In Arcadia Ego
Roi Perdu - the Lost King.....More Mi’kmaq - Malicite Pottery.....
A Petroglyph Love Affair
The Norse - Mi’kmaq Alliance.....The Iron Curtain of Discovery.....
In On The Secret
The King’s Daughter and the Man-Servant.....
Cuchulain was here.....Tuatha de Danann
An Elfish Race.....Greater Ireland.....
Oonaisms.....Thrice Sired Son
The Plain of Misfortune.....The Beheading Game.....
The Red Ochre Folk
The Solar - Lunar Controversy.....The Hapgood Event.....
The Sky is Falling
The Sun Wept with Grief Thereat.....The Immaculati.....
The Medewewin
Solar Man Lunar Man....Evolution is Desire Driven.....Patriarchy vs. Matriarchy
The Velikovsky Event.....
Worlds in Collision.....Were there Rainbows Before the Flood?
A New Heaven.....
A War in Heaven.....Our Changing Past.....A Crucial Map
A Kelly’s Mountain Story.....
The True Man.....The Battle for Kelly’s Mountain
The Mountain Cries.....
A Strange Place.....The Cronus Myth.....The Grail Alliance
A Templar Port.....The Medewewin Stone.....The First Hello.....Kluskap the Arrow Maker The Christopher Stories.....The Circle Cross.....Fetching Summer
The Jenu Will Scream Three Times.....The Lost Ark of the Covenant
The Age of Dictators.....
The Holy Gathering.....Chasing the Bear.....The Kwetejk Story
The Isle Royale Map.....The Dark Virgin.....The Circle of Life.....
The Circles of Mi’kma’ki Arthur, Leader of Battles.....Hailing Another Mary.....The Rebirth of Lnuey
Doing the Math.....Plan of Isle Royale Map 1731?.....
Bibliography

Poems

Basket Stories.....My Canoe Of  Old.....And In Acadia I Go

Last Stand at Cap Dauphin.....Seventy - Five Lines on White.....The Cry of the Suicide
Fine, How's Yours?.....The Fairies' Cave

 

By John Bear MacNeil
A Capers Aweigh Chapbook, 2005

For Kiju Kawi,
who heard the mountain cry

Basket Stories

Seated in a make-shift shelter, the old woman worked as she had done so in the past.  Lingering in the air is the unmistakable smell of sweet grass.

Skilled are the hands as she adds the final touches to her basket. Unknown to her are the replicas that we see today made of plastic.

 Basket weaving, telling stories. This, she knows so well. Her work is art, an original where each design is a classic. From where had they come? Only her songs and stories could tell.

With precision and skill, her work remains flawless of mistakes, as she sings softly while weaving a basket into place.

From time to time, she'd look at it from side to side, then continue her song that had followed her remarkable stride.

Weaving baskets is what she knows, this I know from stories told.

— Kiju Kawi
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


...and for Bill MacKenzie (1942-2004)
never one to rest in peace


Basket Stories by John Bear MacNeil

ISBN 1-896007-12-0
ISBN 978-0-9808858-5-9

Copyright © 2008 Lisa Stone. All Rights Reserved.

Mer Rika Books

All rights revert back to original sources.
Quote Basket Stories, a Capers Aweigh Chapbook.


Chapbook: a hand-stitched pamphlet, usually consisting of 70 folded pages, first appearing in the 17th Century, they were peddled from door to door throughout England, and contained versions of popular literature ranging from nursery rhymes to medieval romances.
- Funk & Wagnall's New Encyclopedia


Published by
Capers Aweigh Press
Sydney, Cape Breton Island,
NS, Canada

Email any Questions or Comments to:
mysteriousns@yahoo.ca


Mother Earth, as North and South America, holding a bear in one hand and an oak leaf in the other. My interest was peaked by the fact that either the bear or the leaf could represent Cape Breton Island on the map. And I felt that something of great importance would take place here – a true rebirth in the grail tradition. This one image spawned the following quest for the Grail in Cape Breton.

From the palette of James A. Simon, Mishibinijima, of Mizzu-Kummik-Quae or Earth Mother, a vibrant painting done for the movie, Shooting Star. The graphic was reproduced from the cover of Rebirth: Political, Economic, and Social Development in First Nations (1992).


Introduction

The grail story is as old as man. It concerns him.

He knows nothing of the grail, but seeks it, anyway. If he finds it he must ask a question. So he must speak, his word being made flesh in the telling. If he asks the right question, he will inherit Eden. If he asks the wrong question, nobody gets Eden.

There was an explosion of grail stories in Europe between 1180 and 1210 AD. They were popular for a time, then disappeared from view. We call that era the Grail Time, so ubiquitous was the story. It was all the rage at court.

The story would flare up occasionally and glow brightly in the mind of man, then shimmer away.

The grail story is as popular as ever, it seems.

An explosion of grail stories followed the publication of Holy Blood/ Holy Grail in 1982. There’s now a digital cornucopia of material available on the internet, and surfing these sites can lead down wonderful grail trails.

Yet, the Grail genre lacks one crucial element, a story from that “other” land beyond the sea, Vinland.

Another grail record exists.

The native American oral record is also available. It describes trips to Europe, and alliances made at that time. We know that the local Mi’kmaq were in Europe for much of the grail time because their stories tell us they were there. And they brought back evidence that proves they were there. It is these stories and those artifacts that we will examine.

Thanks to all my relations in Mi’kma’kik for your stories.

John Bear MacNeil, Cape Breton Island

Grail (grâl) n the cup or dish supposed to have been used by Christ at the Last Supper, in which one of His followers received the last drops of blood from Christ's body on the cross; Holy Grail. [ME < OF graal < Med.L gradale plate, or VL cratale < crater bowl < Gk. kratèr]. - Gage Canadian Dictionary

Is the pretty gold cup in the picture the grail? No? Someone thinks it is. Others think it’s a plate, or a sword in a stone, or an Ark of the Covenant, or a meteorite.

I think it’s something else entirely, and I’ve found it. Read on!


Coming in from the Grassy Knoll

Conspiracy theories abound. It came in from the grassy knoll, one hockey announcer said of a puck shot from the goalie's blind side. When we don't have to explain such a reference, we recognize that the theory of a second gunman in the Kennedy assassination is, if not valid, then at least current; and points to our ability to consider not only the official view - that a lone gunman shot U.S. president John F. Kennedy - but also a conspiratorial one, that Lee Harvey Oswald did not act alone on that Dallas morning. In fact we can even discern a pattern of thought, a rule, if you will, concerning major events in history: that two or more conclusions can be accepted for any historical event - the official view that says one gunman killed Kennedy - and the conspiratorial one that says others were involved in the assassination.

A conspiracy, by definition, implies that a group of people perform a treacherous or evil act. Napoleon said that history is the lie agreed upon. In other words, the victor rewrites history. It makes victims of everyone not in on the conspiracy. The more insidious the conspiracy the less likely the victims know that they are being victimized.

One conspiracy theory concerns the single most important historical event in the last five hundred years: the discovery of America, and whether it was, in fact, a discovery at all. Was Columbus the first European to grace our shores? It begs the question: why a conspiracy? What difference does it make whether Columbus or Madoc or Leif was the first European over? What information is being hidden from view? What's behind the veil of secrecy that such a conspiracy hides? Who wins, if there is a conspiracy, and who loses?

The discovery lie goes like this: Europeans brought enlightenment to the heathen savages of America. What if it was the other way around; what if the advances in European culture were the result of an export from America to Europe which shone a light deep into the European Dark Ages.

We can easily point to later events and show how contact improved the lot of the average European: the introduction of the lowly potato quadrupled the size of the European population in two hundred years, and raised their average lifespan by fifteen years.

In Peru at the time of discovery, “The land was full of engineering marvels, with countless canals, aqueducts, irrigation terraces and marvelously constructed roads that crossed difficult terrain by scientifically constructed suspension bridges, on long staircases hewn into the living rock, or through lengthy tunnels. In agriculture the Incas used guano fertilization, a method unknown in Europe and adopted there only much later. The art of weaving had reached a high level of development, and the style of this civilization was exemplified by its huge buildings, especially the sun temple in Cuzco, whose massive blocks of stone were covered by golden slabs encrusted with jewels and whose dome was a large sheet of gold representing the sun.” Worlds Beyond the Horizon, Joachim G. Leithauser, (Alfred A. Knoff, NY, 1955 p. 179)

The American native at the time of discovery was taller, stronger, better nourished, lived longer, and knew more about healing the sick than did the average European. What happened in the meantime can be attributed to a conspiracy of denial and control that has raged from 1492 to the present.


A Distinct People

The recently released Canadian Royal Commission on Aboriginal Peoples states that "America, separated from Europe by a wide ocean, was inhabited by a distinct people, divided into separate nations, independent of each other and the rest of the world, having institutions of their own, and governing themselves by their own laws."

It has taken the Canadian government 500 years to recognize the fact that its aboriginal inhabitants are a distinct people. It can hug its “Indians” with one hand while it plunders the aboriginal lands of its natural resources with the other. This doublethink ideology appears impervious to logic. The land belongs to the crown, they say. The crown, of course, being Canadians as a whole. But the crown’s caretakers are all elected representatives of the people, we say. So, democracy itself is the caretaker of the crown and its wards, the natives. Is it any wonder that natives are so nervous about their fate, it’s in the hands of a precarious electorate.

We get an interesting glimpse into pre-contact life in the Americas from an unlikely source, the Zeno Narrative. Zeno was a pilot for Prince Zichmni who may have been Prince Henry Sinclair, who according to Frederik Pohl, sailed to Nova Scotia in 1398. Sinclair has recently been beatified as a likely grail family member by numerous authors.

It contains a reference to Icarus, son of Dadalus, last seen flying from Minoan Crete on wings of wax and feathers 3500 years ago. According to Greek myth, Icarus flew too close to the sun, his wax wings melted and he apparently plunged into the sea. End of story.

Not so, according to The Zeno Narrative. Icarus shows up on an island they visit just before they land at Trin, which Pohl says is located in Nova Scotia. They were lost in a storm for six days. The log states that they sailed four days east and two days west, when they “sighted land on the west."

“Steering straight for it, we reached a quiet and safe harbour, in which we saw a very large number of armed people, who came running, prepared to defend the island. Sinclair (Zichmni) now caused his men to make signs of peace to them, and they sent ten men to us who could speak ten languages, but we could understand none of them, except one who was from Iceland."

“Being brought before our Prince and asked what was the name of the island, and what people inhabited it, and who was the governor, he answered that the island was called Icari, and that all the kings were called Icari, after the first king, who was the son of Daedalus, King of Scotland."

“Daedalus conquered that island, left his son there for king, and gave them those laws that they retain to the present time . After that, when going to sail farther, he was drowned in a great tempest; and in memory of his death that the sea was called to this day the Icarian Sea, and the kings there were called Icari. They were content with the state God had given them, and would neither alter their laws, nor admit any stranger.” ...from The Zeno Narrative, The Holy Grail Across The Atlantic by Michael Bradley with Deanna Theilmann-Bean (Hounslow Press, 1988 p. 124)

I cited the above text for three reasons. The first is the familiar ring we get while reading that the Icarians would rather die than change their law. That lesson is being taught today to native students. They’re taught that if you bring back the language, everything else will be restored because the language restores the native to his former self. It is the phylactery to tribal consciousness, says Murdena Marshall, head of the Eskasoni school board. The entire corpus of native consciousness is encoded in the verbal language like a DNA molecule. If you speak it, you understand and keep the law. For instance, the native word qaliputi means caribou but contains the following verbal image, with persistent shoveling using hooves, the snow will be clear away and there will be grass to eat. That’s not a definition, it’s a way of life.

The Icarians admit no strangers. Nor do native Americans. Even today, you must be invited, and the invitation must be earned. We will see in our own narrative that the pre-discovery contact was based on kinship ties that were both longstanding and gratifying.

Note, if the Zeno account is valid, we have descendants of a Minoan Greek colony living on one of the islands in the Maritime Canadian archipelago in 1400 AD. Note also one problematic artifact in the Maritime Archaic where pottery was used, and later abandoned. Is it Minoan Greek pottery?

 

Another reason for including the Icari story is the sheer joy we get meeting two old friends again, Icarus and Deadalus. We now know that Icarus successfully flew from Crete and fathered a race of native Americans, who name their chiefs, Icari.

I wouldn’t have included the Zeno Narrative at all if it wasn’t for a bit of alluring historical trivia. In 1595 a Bristol fisher sailed into Sydney Harbour and met the native king. His name was Itari.


The Lie Called Freedom

Today, the "distinct people" live on reservations, and know that "another generation is being crushed by the lie of equality in a free society." (Natives reduced to modern serfs by Dennis A. Maurice of Vancouver in a letter to Windspeaker, an aboriginal newspaper, from What Canada Thinks, Cape Breton Post, February 28, 1997.)

Is there a lie called freedom? The Royal Commission further states that Canada "has become a model for the world in many ways, yet the fundamental contradiction of building a modern liberal democracy upon the subversion of Aboriginal nations, and at the expense of the cultural identity of indigenous peoples, continues to undermine our society." (Aknutmaqn, Membertou Newsletter, February 27, 1997)

The Royal Commission admits that the guiding principles in dealing with the First Nations for the past 200 years have been "assimilation, control, intrusion, and coercion."

Yes, there's a lie called freedom. Everyone believes in it. It's Orwellian in its hold on us. The findings of the Royal Commission followed the first revision of the federal Indian Act in 45 years; a revision without native input, according to former Assembly of First Nations Grand Chief Ovid Mercredi, who referred to the revision as "just another cage."

Not only is there a lie called freedom, there's a conspiracy called freedom as well. We the people allow it to happen. No, it's worse than that. We the people are conspirators in the lie called freedom. We chain ourselves to the vote, electing the corrupt few; forgetting that we did the same thing to the last crowd, and it didn't do any good. We chain ourselves to the TV news, and are made to feel good about ourselves afterward. We chain ourselves deeper into the conspiracy each time we allow an injustice to go on, and conspire in jest at another's misfortune, or ethnicity. We chain ourselves to words and ideas, claiming rights that we define in constitutions, and values that we impose by force, like good fathers admonishing erring children. Equality between the sexes is something we have to legislate into practice, until it too becomes a chain we forge with words: equal pay, equal rights, equality before the law.

The Royal Commission cites the end of both the Napoleonic Era in Europe and the War of 1812 as a time of "general peace" in Canada. And true, we didn't fight invasion, but we did fight a series of internal battles in a war for control of the land. That war continues. Louis Riel was an early skirmisher, and the Mohawk warriors at Oka, the latest. The war itself goes back beyond 1812, and involves everyone in a conspiracy that each of us will deny participating in:
the subjugation of an entire race for plunder.

My Canoe Of Old

I paddle my canoe of old
not on the ocean of blue.
Nor do I paddle over the
streams so clear.
No, my friend. I paddle
the Sea of Tears.

Where the waters are choppy
with grief and pain.
I land upon many a jagged shore.
Welcomed not with open arms
but words of hostility.
Move along, move along
you do not belong.

Then out to the unforgiving
Sea of Tears I go
Feeling so much alone
paddling my canoe of old.
Thinking to myself
little do they know
How the price was paid
for what they own.

It was by the blood
of my ancestors
Who also once paddled
this canoe of old
On the Sea of Tears, not
the ocean blue.

— Kiju Kawi Maupeltuk,
Mother Quill of Membertou

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Recent Claims of Contact

Has it always been this way? That since 1492, a war for dominion has raged in the Americas between the indigenous population and the Euro-invader. Before that date, evidence exists that America was known to various Europeans by a number of different names. There appears to have been sustained contact, and a general respect and dignity was accorded the inhabitants that has been lacking since the time of conquest.

Numerous claims of early contact have been made, then dismissed, often for the simple reason that the claim goes against the current theory. Take a recent claim, a report in the Globe and Mail from the November 28, 1996 issue under the title, Pride:

“Mark McMenamin, a geologist at Mount Holyoke College in Massachusetts, says the Carthaginian reached North America 1,800 years before Columbus blundered onto the scene. He bases his claims on tiny computer-enhanced images from the bottoms of Carthaginian coins; the images appear to be maps of the Americas. ‘This problem is resolved,’” he writes in the Numismatist.

Debunking coin evidence is a favourite past-time of "serious" archaeologists. Constance Irwin, in her book, Fair Gods and Stone Faces, relates that, "on the coast of Venezuela, where the waves of the Caribbean wash the northern bulge of South America, a most unusual find was made: a jar containing several hundred Roman coins. The coins date from the reign of Augustus down to about 350 A.D. and cover every intervening period." (page 258)

What does a coin find like this tell us? First, that sometime shortly after 350 AD, a Roman expedition landed on the coast of Venezuela, but because Romans aren't supposed to have discovered America, the evidence has been neatly debunked (a coin enthusiast lost his favourite coins while on a picnic!), and the evidence suppressed. Second, it tells us that we can't really trust "serious" archaeology to enlighten us about our past.

In a similar vein, a gentleman named Hugh MacKenzie Jr. was seen on the five o’clock news elaborating on his theory that Leonardo da Vinci painted portolan maps into his masterpieces. A portolan map, from the phrase "port to land," is a Medieval map showing a sailor's destination port. In MacKenzie's scenario, the map in question is of the Sydney Bight area of Cape Breton Island, and is found in the Mona Lisa.


Et In Arcadia Ego

And In Acadia I Go

I heard a voice within my ear.
Its tone was loud. Its message clear.

I have come to take the toll
of mortal man's immortal soul.
I have come to reap the crop
of bloodied war that will not stop.
I have come to claim my prize.
Let the living and the dead arise!

No, I shouted above the din.
How will mortal man immortal win
if his one chance is not to sin?
And is not sin a gift no less
than life itself, a goal to press?
And is not sin a way to earn
another chance, a way to learn?

Another chance, then, I shall give,
one more time that all might live;
but mark my word and mark it well,
to fail again will toll the bell
that rings your entry into hell.


The voice was gone.
The air was still.
I was alone upon a hill
that overlooked a vacant land
of tree and rock and sea and sand.
I found a path that called to me
from hill and vale to land and sea.
A sign appeared in chiseled stone
that spoke the name of my new home.

And in Acadia I go
to till the land where princes grow;
to still the hand that snuffs the glow
of earthly lords the heavens sow.
And in Acadia I go
to feed the soil from river flow,
to live by toil in rain and snow,
and hope that royal crops will grow.

And in Acadia I share
a garden green and fertile there
with man and maid and child in tow,
with horse and hare and antelope.
And in Acadia I share
a love that's precious, just and fair.
We eat our fill in shade of pine
with crystal water as our wine.

And in Acadia I stay
until the beast is kept at bay.
With truth and beauty do I slay
the mark of Cain that's in my way.
And in Acadia I stay
until the sin is washed away,
until we win another day
for man to cure his wayward way.

- J. M. Neil

If you will recall, da Vinci painted his masterpiece around the time of the discovery of America, and at least ten to fifteen years before any maps of the area were drawn. He was also one of the Grand Masters of the Priory of Sion, according to the committee of authors who wrote Holy Blood/Holy Grail, and may have been involved in something other than painting pretty pictures and designing canal systems, something so conspiratorial and self-empowering that it concerns our evolution as a species.

The poem on the right helps illustrate a new twist in the old grail stories, that we evolved with cosmic help, and they hold us accountable.

Another linguistic clue linking Arcadia with over here is found in the early French name for the Maritime provinces: Acadia.

The modern history of Acadia began with a charter issued in 1603 to Sieur de Monts, a Huguenot nobleman, by Henri IV of France. Under this patent, de Monts received the title of Lieutenant-General of La Cadie. According to historians the origin of the name "La Cadie" or "Acadia" is uncertain, although to Henri IV, it meant "the place." Interestingly, in the Basque language, which has no known roots, "kadie" means "homeland."

The Mi'kmaw word "a'qati" means a "place, district, or land of plenty." In Cape Breton we have lots of names which have "a'qati" (or the more familiar "acadie") in them. It’s used in place names. For instance, on the Homan maps of 1550, the mouth of the Mira River is called Soolacadie, and the place where the ships landed from Europe before the time of discovery is called Macaradie, now Muklaqati, or the Place for Brant Geese on Kelly’s Mountain.

Benacadie, where my father’s people settled, may be a hybrid Gaelic-Mi’kmaq word. Ben in Gaelic means wife of. My grandmother was called Ben Johnnie, wife of John Joseph. That would make Benacadie, the wife’s garden. Benacadie was poor, rocky farmland before everyone moved away. Now it’s mostly swamp spruce and ant hills. Not the ideal place for a garden. In Hebrew, Ben means son of, which would make anyone born there, son of Acadia.

The Mi’kmaw word Aqati is a suffix. In their language it would never stand alone. It would have to be someone’s place, like Benacadie, Ben’s Fertile Land. Macaradie, Mac’s Land o’Plenty.

Arcadia is both a Mi'kmaw word meaning "fertile place" from which our own word "Acadia" is derived and the refuge for the Tribe of Benjamin. This similarity suggests that the land that was later called Acadia, La Cadie, the Place, was settled by at least one group of Europeans before the discovery of America.

Perhaps it also answers an Acadian Studies question: Why do some ancient Acadian family names seem to go back forty or fifty generations instead of fifteen or twenty.

Another interesting thing about the word Aqati, is that it’s also Sumerian. Akkad is the Arcadia of Greek myth. Sargon the Great was  the first ruler of the world’s first worldwide empire. That’s worldwide, as in Piri Reis was right. That’s South America on the right, and look, Antarctica is still ice free.

In the sixteenth century the spelling "Arcadie" with an "r" appeared on maps of Acadia. Arcadia was a pastoral region of ancient Greece. It was popularized by poets as signifying a place of innocence and happiness, yet the terms Arcadia and Acadia were once used to describe over here. That "Acadia" is a Mi'kmaw word is beyond dispute. That it was known and used in Europe hundreds of years before 1492 is treated like an out of place artifact; it's ignored.

In the 1440s, René of Anjou, count of Bar, Provence, Piedmont and Guise, duke of Calabria, Anjou and Lorraine, and king of Hungary, Naples, Sicily, Aragon, Valencia, Majorca, Sardinia and Jerusalem was forever obsessing about three things: Arcadia, the grail, and the Merovingian's.


Roi  Perdu - the Lost King

Arcadia, a word much bandied about in Europe before the discovery of America, had to be our Acadia because the Greek Arcadia was pre-Hellenic, and thus long-gone by René's time. His grail-masques were all the rage in fifteenth century France and concerned themselves with three themes: a fountain; an underground stream; and a lost king.

The fountain, of course, was the fountain of youth which bathed the weary traveler in immortality. The Underground Stream was knowledge of where the Grail dynasty was hiding along with a remnant of the lost arts of Earth’s Golden Age, with the latter being the guardian of the former. And the lost king was Mérovée, after whom the Merovingian dynasty was named. He is said to have had two fathers, king Clodio and a "bestae Neptuni quinotaur similis," a beast of Neptune similar to a quinotaur. A quinotaur, by the way, is a bulldog. Calling the beast Neptunic would suggest that the bulldog in question, Mérovée's second father, came from across the sea, from over here.

Mérovée was one of a number of "long haired" sorcerer priest-kings who, grail lore claims, was descended from Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene, with the dynasty itself claiming descent from Arcadia.

It has recently come to light that skulls were found in Merovingian burials showing signs of trepanning, where the skull was drilled to provide access to the brain. People assume that because trepanning is a sign of an advanced and sophisticated medical procedure, it was used to perform brain surgery. Another reason for its usage might have been to create a portal to rapid and sustained enlightenment.

There are a number of cases on record of people who have drilled holes in their heads in attempts to achieve enlightenment. Unfortunately for science these cases have been consigned to the looney bin of history, along with sundry other crack pot ideas.

These lost kings were said to be great shamans, who studied the alchemical and spiritual link between man and the universe.

Shamanism is said to be man’s oldest religion. One theme that emerges from a study of comparative shamanism is the universal nature of the experience. A shaman in the African veldt and his counterpart in Alaska seem to be sharing the same experience, an ecstasy of enlightenment gained when the soul leaves the body in search of a vision. The vision becomes the bedrock upon which his life will progress, guided by the animal spirit seen in the vision. The eye of a hawk, wing of an eagle, swiftness of a stag, strength of a moose. These are the riches sought.

Another theme prevalent in shamanism is the sacred cave under an equally sacred mountain. The mountain may be artificial as in a pyramid or mound, but the same process occurs, the cave is a portal to the spiritual world, often called fairyland, Hades, the Underworld, Middle Earth, Hollow Earth or even the Other Side. The mountain is often topped with a temple where one may commune directly with the deity.

In her introduction to Silas T. Rand’s 1893 Legends of the Micmac (free copy), Helen Webster describes the shamanism recorded by the Baptist minister. “Children exposed or lost by their parents are miraculously preserved. They grow up suddenly to manhood, and are endowed with superhuman powers. They become avengers of the guilty, and the protectors of the good. They drive up the moose and the caribou to their camps, and slaughter them at their leisure. The elements are under their control : they can raise the wind, conjure up storms or disperse them, make it hot or cold, wet or dry as they please. They can multiply the smallest amount of food indefinitely, evade the subtlety and rage of their enemies, kill them miraculously, and raise their slaughtered friends to life.

“The ancient Boowin (shaman) could, he firmly believes, fly through the air, go down through the earth, remain underwater as long as he chooses, transform himself into an animal”. (x/iii)

We are no closer to understanding the science of shamanism today than we were in Rand’s day. Where he sees the miraculous, we see weird physics, which is currently enrapt in a state of chaos they claim is a legitimate pursuit, and we are currently looking into hyperspace for answers, hoping to find a link between the old religion and modern science deep in the bowels of the atom.

We are also searching the historical record for links between Old Europe and pre-discovery America. We find a common thread running through the underbrush of history. This thread is the grail.

Scholars have linked the Arcadian theme to the wanderings of the tribe of Benjamin, its exile in Greece, its migration into Germany, and its fusion into the bloodline of the Merovingian dynasty that ruled the German-Frankish territory between 480 and 751 AD. The fusion itself has been symbolized in viticultural terms as a grafting of vines. And where else would the new vines take root? In Vinland the Good. No wonder the kings were lost!

These roi perdu or Lost Kings had special powers, and when we list them, we see that they were shamanic. They could talk to animals, cure disease with the laying-on of hands, foretell the future, live for a very long time, and were in possession of the Ark of the Covenant.

After Dagobert II was murdered with the complicity of Rome in 751, his heirs set out on a long migration. They were known to history as the rex dei, the god-kings. Their followers are known today as the celi dei, or the Culdees, the followers of the rex dei. They were one step ahead of the axe as they sailed from island to island in search of refuge. The Norse followed their trail across the Atlantic where they found further evidence of their presence, naming the land Greater Ireland in honor of the Celtic pioneers they soon heard about once they were in Vinland long enough to learn the language.

It would be possible, even today, to recognize a Merovingian king if we met him because he would be sporting a very special birthmark, a red cross above his heart, which brings us back to the subject at hand: Acadia.

Was "La Cadie" the place where the lost Merovingian kings could be found? I believe so. In fact, there are a series of petroglyphs in Kejimakujik National Park  which definitely show not only a Merovingian king, but the “lost” Ark of the Covenant as well. This Ark symbol is a basket with feathers attached. (The cross-hatching on the bottom are called grail-trestles) .

 

I wasn’t surprised to learn that this petroglyph was the Mi’kmaq shaman symbol. I was surprised to find that it performs the same function in Christian iconography as well - as a shaman symbol, an ancient cell phone that rang in Heaven. It also confirms an ancient link between the two groups - the Benjamites, who had the ark with them in exile, and the Maritime Archaic Mi’kmaq, known for their pottery.
 


More Mi’kmaq-Malicite pottery


Early Mi’kmaq Ceramic shards.

The Ark itself was a small box made of acacia wood, overlaid with gold. It measured 1.15 meters long, 0.7 meters wide and 0.7 meters high. It was carried by two long bars, also made of acacia wood, also overlaid with gold. Apparently, after an ark was constructed in a university lab in the 1970s using the biblical blueprint, and after adding a fruit juice electrolyte, it was found to be too powerful an electric generator to be used safely and was quickly dismantled.

Another common element found on images of the ark is feathers. Whether cherubim angels or single feathers as in the petroglyph, the effect is the same, the feather acts in the energy generation in a way we don’t understand with our current level of knowledge about the natural world. The Bible states as much in Hebrews 9:5: And over it the cherubim's of glory shadowing the mercyseat, of which we cannot now speak particularly.

One further image of the ark will help confirm its antiquity. An Egyptian Ark of the Covenant also existed. In fact, dozens, if not hundreds, of arks may have been used by various groups over the ages to confirm their spiritual link with their god. Here we see Isis, the Queen of the Egyptian firmament, sitting on a slightly different model of the Ark of the Covenant.

Isis was the goddess of the early dynastic period and ruled over the heavens as, at times the wife of Ra, or the mother of Ra, or even as the virgin mother of Ra. In fact, we see the  template of the Christian Mary in Isis, not only the Virgin Mother, but also the loyal wife, of Jesus.
 


A Petroglyph Love Affair

Those who have a copy of Chief Lindsay Marshall's book of poetry will note that the cover illustration is a series of petroglyphs artfully reproduced by Dozay Christmas from her 1993 poster, A New Partnership.

The poster tells a very riveting petroglyph story. A man and a woman are shown. The man has the cross over his heart along with two stars beneath. One star is five-pointed; the other, eight. The woman has the feather-basket ark-like affair in place of her head. Both figures are holding hands, suggesting a kinship tie.

The Ark-headdress, is a shaman symbol representing knowledge, and shows that it resides with women. The cross-heart is Merovingian. The two stars symbolize a union of two distinct peoples. The eight-pointed star eventually became the symbol of the Knights of Malta, but like the five-pointed star that shows up in their flag, both stars are considered Mi’kmaq power symbols today.

Mi'kmaq women don't wear feathered headdresses, except in old books when they’re asked to “look Indian for the camera.” They wear a chaperon-like peaked cap, so the basket-headdress has another, more elevating symbolism. The woman's head is the Ark of the Covenant. The man's heart is Merovingian.

One is reminded of something in Deuteronomy called Moses’ Blessing:

And of Benjamin he [Moses] said,
The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by him;
and the Lord shall cover him all the day long,
and he shall dwell between his shoulders.
Deut 33:12

In the petroglyph we see the Lord dwelling between the woman’s shoulder blades, as if she were a Benjamite heiress, and as if Acadia was the Arcadia of Greek myth all along.

Hold that thought as we ask, what does all this petroglyph evidence mean? Two theories compete for acceptance as to who created the petroglyphs that are found throughout Nova Scotia. They were done either by "little people" or by shamans who were so illuminated by truth that they created the rock carvings with their bare hands.

Little people, like wee folk and fairies, are blessed with the kind of skill needed to create petroglyphs. In one Mi'kmaw story a little man is kept in a small box. He can move mountains, kill all your enemies, then get you the daughter of the chief. The story parallels the genie-in-the-bottle tale, and is, unmistakably, a grail story.

The enlightened carver who creates the glyph by hand suggests either a feat of mind-over-matter or a lost art which briefly turns stone to the consistency of butter. The juice of a certain fruit mixed with the droppings of a certain bird would melt rock, according to Inca sources. Their walls made of oddly-shaped yet tightly-fitting stones that almost defy duplication today may have been shaped by this method. A recent Discovery channel program showed how easily they shaped the walls, however. A team of workers using big, round boulders that slowly but constantly wore the rock down revealed how simple a task it was to accomplish.

A third theory, obviously, is that someone carved the glyphs into the rocks by hand using stone or iron tools. It's easy to lose sight of what the artifact means when we try to determine how it was made. The glyphs were made to record a momentous event.

If we accept petroglyphs as primary historical sources, then we have uncovered nothing less than a Merovingian kinship tie with the Mi'kmaq which took place during Arthurian times. This alone should compel us to rewrite the history books, but unsigned petroglyphs will not convince orthodox historians to reconsider the dates for the discovery of America.


The Norse-Mi’kmaq Alliance

Aside from a brief encounter between the Norse and Vinlanders on one of three voyages to America around 1000 AD, historians prefer to consider the Norse incursion a one-off adventure. However, there is compelling evidence that the Norse had more than a passing influence in Nova Scotia.

In 1974 William B. Hamilton published his Local History in Atlantic Canada, which suggests that the Norse were here long enough to have permanently left their language with the Mi'kmaq. He quotes the research of Norwegian, Reider T. Sherwin, who has demonstrated a possible link between Old Norse and the Mi'kmaq languages.                     

What kind of relationship does it take to permanently influence a language? Nothing less than a kinship tie will do. The evidence uncovered by Sherwin suggests that the Norse stayed in Nova Scotia long enough to have left their own place names with the Mi'kmaq.

How much Norse contact with America took place after the discovery of Vinland? If we assume that the Greenland colony was in constant contact with Vinland from the days of Leif the Lucky onward, then we're talking about 400 years of unrecognized contact.

There are at least five specific references to Vinland in the written records of the period, excluding the nine references in the two Norse sagas themselves. Adam of Bremen, writing in 1070, mentions numerous voyages to Vinland. Bishop Eric Knupsson of Greenland made a visit to Vinland in 1121.

In fact, until 1381, Vinland was considered a parish in the bishopric of Gardar in Greenland.

In 1354 King Magnusson of Norway sent Paul Knutson on an expedition to Greenland and Vinland to report back on the rumours that the colony was either going native or otherwise backsliding from the "true" path of Christianity. The expedition returned after ten years and may have been responsible for leaving a runic inscription in Kensington, Minnesota that was uncovered in 1898, according to Hjalmar Holand's research. (The Atlantic, a History of an Ocean by Leonard Outhwaite, Coward-McCann, Inc. NY 1957 pp.120-121)

The inscription records that eight Goths and twenty-two Norwegians had arrived at the spot, and that ten of their number had already been killed by natives. Ten others had been left with the ship which was 14 days away in Vinland. The stone was dated 1362. After 1381 Greenland's contact with Rome diminished, owing as much to weather conditions as anything else, but trade continued, especially in reference to what we know today as the Iceland fisheries.

In 1432 Henry VI of England and Eric of Pomerania, king of Norway, Sweden and Denmark signed a treaty whereby England would not trade directly with Greenland. This treaty suggests two things: first, Greenland was still an economically viable trading partner; and second, Greenland was trading with England long after the colony lost contact with Rome. Along with fish, fur, whale and seal oil, the Greenland community also supplied Europeans with the white gyrfalcons that Royalty was so intent on giving each other as gifts.

These reports suggest that the Greenland colony continued its existence long after it was supposed to have either gone native, or had otherwise been abandoned by Rome. The simple fact is, Vinland was a trading partner of the Norse for close to 400 years, time enough for Old Norse names to have entered the Mi'kmaq language.


The Iron Curtain of Discovery

There's another reason for the continued subjugation of native Americans. We claim today that we are Space Age Man, and that when we first came upon America its people were living in the Stone Age; hunter-gatherers and slash and burn farmers: primitive stock.

In fact, native American civilization contains an unbroken tradition that is thousands of years old; certain groups of Europeans knew about this tradition, and mined it for their own purposes while keeping the information secret; and when Columbus "blundered onto the scene," a conspiracy of silence was initiated to hide the fact that, at the time of discovery, America was the more advanced civilization.

Coupled with this truth is one that, until now, has never seen the light of day. Not only was native American society equipped to handle its internal dynamics, but its influence on European thought was such that every democratic advance in that society was the direct result of an influence from pre-Columbian America.

Whoa! you say, disbelieving, not realizing that an Iron Curtain of Discovery sits atop the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, and it keeps our "distinct people" enslaved. What about the magna carta? The rise of the middle class? The Nation State? Yes. Yes, and Yes.

The common man theme, the demise of feudalism, and the idea of nationalism are all products of pre-Columbian contact with America, and a conspiracy of silence has been initiated to hide this simple fact: that unlike Europe, America did not suffer "the fall of man" until 1492. Whereas the Bible postulates a Land of Cain that lasted from the expulsion from the Garden to Noah's Flood, Amerindian culture has been aptly described as "Edenic" at the time of discovery, despite Cartier's claim that he was entering "the land God gave Cain."


In On The Secret

Did Cartier know something we don't? Was he involved in the non-discovery-of-America conspiracy? When we check the biblical reference, we read: And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden, (Genesis 5:6), making Eden west of Nod.

America is west of Europe, which makes Nod, the land God gave Cain, Europe, and if. . . . But what an impasse! Cartier was referring to the barren Labrador coast, or northern Newfoundland, when he made his famous comment. The land of Nod was a place of exile from the bounty of Eden. Did Cartier purposely get it wrong?

Historians will tell us that Cartier was sailing with information supplied by Verrazano ten years before, that he set out "to seek access to the Asian Sea through the Strait of the Bay of Castles". However, a brief glance at the log of his voyage tells a different story. He landed on the coast of Newfoundland after a 20 day sail on a latitude from St. Malo. He rounded Newfoundland, picked up the St. Milo latitude again, and headed straight for the Magdalene Islands. He then sailed around the Gulf of St. Lawrence before heading back to France. The following year (1535) he made it as far as Montreal. On his return voyage, he again passed the Magdalene Islands before sailing back to France. Was he looking for something other than a route to Asia? Did he find it?

If he were true to his log, he would have entered the Bras d’Or Lakes in Cape Breton, passed through the Barra Strait and by keeping to port, entered Castle Bay. Today Castle Bay is nothing more than a bit of coastline that separates Benacadie from the Eskasoni First Nation.

We have an official version of his two voyages, and it appears as if they were nothing more than haphazard attempts to get beyond America to Asia; yet, we also have hints that some other motivation was guiding Cartier. There's a hint of previous contact in the route he took on his first voyage: a latitudinal sail from France to the New World, as if someone had said: just go straight, you can't miss it. Miss what?

Verrazano isn't supposed to have been near the Magdalene Islands, either; indeed, he is supposed to have deadheaded from Maine to Newfoundland, bypassing Nova Scotia entirely. Yet, he mentions the word, Arcadia, four times. What information is missing from the official versions of these early voyages?

The discovery of America was supposedly a great hindrance to the Europeans. It was in the way of their dreams of wealth. By 1524, when Verrazano made his voyage, Europeans knew that America wasn't the Indies, yet they called the inhabitants Indians because it really didn't matter who they were; they were in the way, and that was all that there was to it.

Was there a great secret everyone knew in the Middle Ages that didn’t make it into the consciousness of modern man? And what does the Magdalene Islands have to do with it?

Another conspiracy theory involves the French Revolution. In this scenario, the Capetian dynasty is destroyed by the Mi'kmaq culture-bearer, Kluskap, because French explorers stole something of great value from his home. One story says that French explorers stole Kluskap’s favorite Amethyst stones. As we will see the Home of Kluskap is Kelly's Mountain in Cape Breton. Kluskap, spelled Glooskap and Glooscap in the Pere Pacifique writing system, loosely translates as book lie. He was considered the Great Liar by Rev. Rand, who attempted to demonize the Mi’kmaq prophet. In turn he was demonized by the tribe, some of whom would run and hide at his approach while young boys and girls would chant, “Here comes the devil!”

It’s very sad, really, considering the fact that he only had one Baptist convert in his many years of ministering to the tribe, that person being Susan, wife of Ben Christmas.

In the many stories about Kluskap, one in particular concerns a pot of food that never empties. I was struck by the similarity between this pot of food and one of the numerous attributes of the Holy Grail. Then, as I searched further into the Mi'kmaq oral record, I found other clues that led me to conclude, not only that the enigmatic Holy Grail, long hidden from European eyes, could in deed be found among the Mi'kmaq, but also that history itself, our perception of the past, is not only wrong, but deliberately so.


The King’s Daughter and the Man-Servant

The Rev. Silas T. Rand recorded the following story from Nancy Jeddore in 1871. Jeddore said she heard it from her mother. If we’re looking for a kinship tie at the European grail-level, this story provides it. It concerns a young Mi’kmaw brave who marry’s the King’s daughter. The story is dismissed out-of-hand as a copy-cat tale inspired more by Victorian Literature than by the oral record. It fits the profile of a deliberately ignored artifact, and we will review it as such.

A young man lives with his three sisters and brother. His father, the chief, had just died, and his uncle has denied the widow and family their rights. They become destitute and the young man leaves to seek his fortune. He reaches a royal city and gets a job as a groom in the royal stable. He works in the stable for two years. “At the expiration of this period the young man begins to aspire to higher distinction and wishes to be taken into the king’s household; he easily prevails on the groom to intercede for him.” (Rand, Legends of the Micmac, 1893 p.440.)

The king is informed and the man gets a job as a groom ferrying the royal family about. He works for seven years as a loyal man-servant and impresses the princess so much that she treats him like a prince and asks him to marry her. They decide to present him to the kingdom as a poor but noble visiting prince.

The ruse works and they live happily ever after.

Rand says that “...in the hand of Tennyson, what a splendid poem it would make.” (P. 442) We agree, and further admit that it would also make a wonderful Disney movie, perhaps an animation.

The young man didn’t wrestle dragons or slay the king’s enemies. He won the heart of the princess with his natural nobility. He impressed the king so much that he thought him a visiting prince from his bearing, and “loaded him with honors and riches.”

It’s a beautifully written story and we can see the hand of the Victorian gentleman transcribing from Mi’kmaq into readable English. Perhaps a turn of phrase was his, but the meat and potatoes of the story were 100% oral record.

The story illustrates a seminal point in Mi’kmaw thought - there’s no difference between the daughter of a king and the son of a chief. We see it time and again. At Port Royal Membertou sought recognition as the equal of the Holy Roman Emperor. Today the Grand Chief is on hand to greet visiting royalty. 

But we can also take the son of a previous Grand Chief and throw him in jail for 11 years, and thereafter claim he was the author of his own misfortune. Junior Marshall, recovering from a double lung transplant, Bless him, holds no grudges against anyone today for his wrongful conviction. He’s a prince, like the young man in the story, and like Louie Membertou, whose genes he shares.

You didn’t know that we have royalty running around loose in Cape Breton? Why else has it always been called the Royal Isle? How far back does this royalty extend? Try 5000 years.


Cuchulain was here

Does the oldest myth in Celtic literature describe a trip to Cape Breton five thousand years ago? In Norma Lorre Goodrich's book, Medieval Myths, (Meridian, 1991), she relates the story of the first great Irish hero, Cuchulain (pronounced Koo hoo lin), who lived in Ireland long before the Gaels were Christianized in the seventh century AD.

The Cuchulain story is important for us because it discusses contact with a matriarchal tribe to the west of Ireland, across an ocean filled with ice, where a great weapon is located. The weapon is used to defeat Cuchulain's greatest enemy, a man so powerful that no other weapon could kill him. This story appears in both the Book of the Dun Cow and The Book of Leinster, each considered excellent accounts.

Cuchulain was the son of a Celtic princess and the sun god, Lugh. He was born in a time when men, animals, and plants were sacrificed to guarantee that winter would end and that spring would follow, thus ensuring the fertility of the land. These rites were performed by dancing and singing around the ancient campfires to the beat of drums and pipes. They were performed for a reason.

Today we take the sunrise for granted. We assume that spring will follow winter in the inexorable cycle of the seasons. We don't remember a time when there was no summer. Yet there was a time when night didn't follow day, when summer didn't arrive.

The old stories speak of that time. A major catastrophe occurred. The Earth was either knocked out of its orbit around the sun, or as we shall see was captured by the sun and placed in its current orbit. Faint rumblings of this event are preserved in the legend of the birth of Venus, (whose name translates from Mi'kmaq as the last one made,) a year of three hundred and sixty days, the destruction of the Atlanteans, and the ending of the last Ice Age.

Hence, we find a "hitching post of the sun," sunrise ceremonies, dancing around a campfire in imitation of the Earth revolving around the sun. We find an attempt to appease the sun god so that he will continue to shine each morning. We also find a desire to claim descent from the sun so that we would have someone who would act on our behalf and intercede for us in the heavens.


Tuatha de Danann

The early Celts called themselves Tuatha, meaning people, and associated themselves with the Earth goddess Dana, so that today we refer to them as the Tuatha De Danann, people of the goddess Dana. They formed loose confederations under minor kings who owed their allegiance to the High King of Tara.

The Mi'kmaq still call themselves the people, and consider themselves children of both Mother Earth and the dawn. They continue to form confederacies, and are ruled by minor chiefs under a Grand Chief.

Rulership in the European feudal sense is not an element of either the High King’s or the Grand Chief’s mandate. They could argue, cajole and convince, but not coerce their kin and friends into going to war. Ownership of property, estates and people is not an issue where everything is held in common, and nothing is owned.

The Cuchulain story contains the earliest European references to the Grail - the pot of food that never empties, and will only feed honest men. It contains references to invisibility on the battlefield, rainbow coloured people, shape-shifting, a hero-god asleep in a mountain, sacred stones, worship of Mother Earth and Father Sun - all attributes, by the way, of Mi'kmaq stories.

In Fetching Summer, from Stories from the Six Worlds for instance, we find a character named Sky (Cuchulain goes to the Isle of Skye to complete his education!) who allows summer to return. If you think about this one reference, a time when there was no summer, you might conclude that the story refers to the previous Ice Age.

Fetching Summer also contains a reference to crossing the ocean, this time by Mi'kmaq warriors, who are going overseas in canoes to fight.

We can date the Cuchulain story precessionally from the information provided in the text which gives the following date and location clue: "...the Brown Bull of Cooley, the dark horns of the rising. Her own bull was red-and-white, going down each evening into the western ocean, over toward paradise and the fountain of youth in Brazil." (Medieval Myths, page 181) The sun rises between the horns of the bull, Taurus, so the date is midway between 4000 and 2200 BC, 5000 years ago.

Each processional period lasts 2160 years, and we're currently entering Aquarius. Again, the story contains the earliest reference to Brazil and the fountain of youth (Tir Nan Og) as a place to the west of Ireland where paradise is located.

The Tuatha De Danann were eventually supplanted in Ireland by the Milesians, and they either went underground (literally) or sailed west to Tir Nan Og, where they remain to this day.


An Elfish Race

There’s a third possibility for what happened to the Tuatha de Dannan, and we can thank Sir Laurence Gardner and his lecture notes on the Tolkien trilogy for it, as it concerns the etymology of the word “Dan.” If it is translated as “of An” with “An” referring to the Annunaki, the Sumerian sky gods, then the Tuatha were Elohim (sons of god), singular, “el” with the word “elf” coming readily to mind, making the Tuatha an elfish race.

The el-fish, this time translated as Elohim fish people, harken back to an ancient Sumerian image, of a teacher-god named Oannes, who is said to be half-man, half-fish, who comes out of the sea each morning to teach mankind the arts and technology, then goes back into the sea each evening.

According to one online source, Elves, once the masters of the World, have been reduced to vagabonds and wanderers, the mournful descendants of their broken Empire. Arrogant, decadent, and cruel, Elves are still masters of the magical arts, but lack the discipline and organization to re-conquer all that their former slaves, the Sons of Men, have taken from them. What few Elves still remain are distrusted by all and treated as outcasts rather than as Kings - their legendary immortality now a curse, they wander through the ruins of the World their elders made, watching them crumble and waiting to die. The remnants of the great Elvish nations can still be seen, borne out in each elves' skin tone: White in the oldest families, who ruled in the cold Northlands; Brown for those born to the Lords of the wood; and Green for the coastal families who once mapped the great Seas. From Shadowbane @ http://chronicle.ubi.com

We are looking for someone who is associated with the sea, or someone born of the sea, or of the sea foam, and we come across the name Mary, Merrie, Mari, referring to “mer” meaning “sea.”

In the stories of the mer-folk, we see people who can live among men for a time but must return to the sea occasionally. In native stories, the mermaid must forget her sea home, for if she remembers it she must return. In European stories, she knows who she is at all times, and as in the case of Melusina, must not let a man gaze upon her form on a certain day of the week, perhaps when her legs give way to their mer heritage.

That both traditions should contain similar characters, mer-folk, suggests not only the universality of the myth but also the possibility that the stories are witness accounts of real events.

The Annunaki story is an interesting one, for it finds support in the Genesis account of the creation of man by the Elohim. The Annunaki were “those who from Heaven to Earth came,” long ago to mine gold. It appears the gold in question, a white powder, kept them alive for ages, and was also known as the nectar of the gods, manna, ambrosia, the philosopher’s stone and the fountain of youth. They quickly tired of mining and being lazy perhaps, created a being that would work for them, a slave.

A strange confirmation of this theory comes from an unlikely source. Edgar Cayce, perhaps America’s most popular psychic, speaks of the “things” that were created to make life easier for the ruling Atlanteans. These created things began clamouring for rights and soon became a liability. Hidden in the text is the unspoken verification that these “things” evolved into modern man.

We read that this first man, Adama, meaning “of the earth,” wanted to be just like his creators, so he rebelled against his maker. In anger, the Elohim brought the Flood to destroy mankind. A sympathetic god warned man of his pending doom, and helped save him by building an ark. It’s a familiar story, one that we have heard many times.

These Elohim were white skinned, and if the account of the Serpent in the Garden can be taken literally, reptilian. They were perhaps cold blooded, but immortal in that they appeared to live forever. They apparently covered themselves in a white powder extracted from gold. This monatomic gold powder apparently gave them immortality.

Tradition suggests that they evolved into our elves, pixies and fairies of folklore; strange, unseen folk with magical powers and unlimited wealth. We don’t see the original Annunaki in this tradition. But they are part of our psyche, nonetheless, and have reincarnated into our current mythos as the “wee folk.”

In our desire to perpetuate the myth of white supremacy deriving from a white-skinned god, we have embraced this image of the white “feathered serpent” as our own, not realizing that it would make us kin to a snake, whose medula oblongata we share, atop our reptilian brain stem.

William Henry, an investigative mythologist featured on http://www.coasttocoastam.com, who has studied ancient art focusing on advanced scientific concepts, believes that the ancients understood wormholes. A wormhole is an apparent shortcut through space-time so that you might be able to travel to a planet 10 light years away instantly because it’s really only in the dimension next door, and a wormhole is the doorway to it. His Horus-Ra image is also the medula oblongata, which is our own Vault of Heaven.

Henry found that the Egyptians thought so much of the human brain stem that they made a symbol for it. They called it the Horus-Ra symbol under the Vault of Heaven. It corresponds to the medula oblongata, the corpus callosum and the thalamus, and is our own personal star gate, a dimensional portal to the universe next door.
- from: http://www.coasttocoastam.com/shows/2005/01/12.html

Mystery piles upon mystery as we try to unravel the past. The People of Anu (Tuatha Da Danann) disappear from Europe and show up in America, where they left ample evidence of their passage.


Greater Ireland

We know the Celts were over here because they left their signature in stone in the Ogham script (pronounced owam), a series of one to five lines above, across and below a meridian line. Dr. Barry Fell, author of America, B.C. suggests a suitable translation for the message found on the Blanchard Stone in Vermont:

       To the goddess Bianu-Mobona
       give thanks for rain-showers
       by chanting: for blessings pray
       to Lugh during Caitean,
       each time by smoking
       the sacred tobacco-pipe.


Lugh is the same god said to have fathered Cuchulain. Note the name of the goddess - Bianu, literally translated as “partly Anu.” Note the reference to smoking the sacred tobacco-pipe. Even today, the Mi’kmaq perform the pipe ceremony, giving thanks to Creator while addressing the four directions.

The Ogham script was in use until about 700 AD. The Druids used it both as a sacred alphabet and as a secret sign language. The series of lined figures could be easily translated into hand gestures, and while carrying on a normal conversation, the Druids could relay a secret message by various gestures. This ability to speak in code made them a formidable and feared enemy, and the Ogham script was eventually outlawed, as indeed were the Druids them-selves, with the coming of Christianity.

The story of the Celtic discovery of America remains untold. The Keltoi were a seafaring race who perfected the leather boats, the coracle and curragh, which were used to visit outlying islands in search of solitude and safety from the Viking menace.

Whether by design or happenstance, they discovered America early in the first millennium AD. We know this because the Norse tell us they found evidence of Celtic influence wherever they went.

The Norse stories call the North American coast either "Greater Ireland" or "White Man Land," depending on how you translate the word "Hvitramannaland." The Hvitra might also have been the northern Elf Elohim version of the lost Annunaki.

One further proof that the Celts were here is contained in the Mi'kmaw name for Cape Breton Island. They call it Una'ma’kik - Land of Fog. The Celtic name for Ireland is Oona. They're both pronounced the same way, so that in a pre-literate society, there would be no apparent difference between the two words. They might even represent the same link we see in the growth of New England as a colony of England. And let’s not forget Oannes, the half-fish/half-man teacher-god from Sumer.


Oonaisms

Another Oonaism - the Pharoah Unas. Unas (also Wenis or Oenas) was a Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt, the last king of the 5th dynasty. He built a small pyramid decorated with hieroglyphs - the so-called pyramid texts. He was the first known pharaoh to have decorate his pyramid in this way. He probably had no sons, so the 5th dynasty came to an end after his death. His successor, Teti, married his daughter, Iput, in order to legitimize the throne and found the 6th dynasty.

According to the Pyramid Texts, Unas became great by eating the flesh of his mortal enemies and then slaying and devouring the gods themselves. After devouring the gods and absorbing their spirits and powers, Unas journeys through the day and night sky to become the star Sahu, or Orion.

The method by which he achieves deification and immortality was by turning on the gods, slaying and devouring them, and thus ascending to the heavens to become in fact a god. The idea is not unlike Holy Communion in many ways, and may have inspired the Last Supper of Christian tradition.

An interesting anomaly occurs during Unas’ reign that Egyptologists have no way of explaining. Egyptian hieroglyph writing appears to have achieved a sudden infusion of purity during his pharaohship that’s hard to explain. It’s as if Unas found a more perfect form of his own writing system and imported it wholesale.

Unas was a great seafarer. His pyramid displays the first use of hieroglyphs, a trick he must have learned from the Mi’kmaq when he was visiting. They also use hieroglyphs, by the way.

Early missionaries especially LeClerq and Millard appear to have found its usage wide enough to have written a prayer book in it. Milliard also came from the same small town as Champolion, the man who allegedly cracked the Rosetta Stone code that allows us to translate Egyptian hieroglyphs today. 

If, indeed, Champolion used Millard’s prayer book, printed in the Mi’kmaq hieroglyph script, to crack the Rossetta code, then it also points to the denial theme so prevalent in modern thought - give aboriginal thought no credit whatever for independent creation!

Hieroglyphs might have been an Annunaki or Atlantean legacy, the usage of which may have deteriorated under the Egyptians, but when Unas came across the Maritime Archaic Mi’kmaq, he quickly realized that they too were using the same system, and because the Mi’kmaq consider language a vital component of tribal consciousness, they kept this writing legacy intact, even to this day. The prayer book has recently been reissued, and is now a wonderful source of inspiration for the Mi’kmaq.


Thrice Sired Son

The Cuchulain story opens with Queen Maeve consulting a priest about a war she's planning to gain possession of the Bull of the East. The priest assures her that if anyone should fail, it won't be her. She accepts this augury, then returning to her home, takes right turns only. Tacking into the prevailing winds might just represent a right-turns-only situation. The story also mentions a buffalo, the European variety perhaps, but could also refer to bison.

A little later she meets a poetess and seer from a sidhe (pronounced shee-hee), inhabited by fairy folk who live in the hill). She informs her that her future is filled with blood. Maeve argues with the seer claiming that while her strength and power is righteously acquired, she has the added insurance of being aligned with the "sun" which sets each day "over toward paradise and the fountain of youth in Brazil." Thus, we have the first recorded reference to the island of Brazil, the fountain of youth, and paradise, and they are all west of Ireland. We also have the barest hint of an alliance between Ireland and wherever Brazil is located.

 The seer then relates the story of Cuchulain. He was the son of Princess Dectera, virgin born and filled with the spirit of the glorious green-clad Lugh Lamfada. He was also the son of the Ulster chief, Sualtam, and the son of King Conor. This thrice-sired child would grow up to be "the ravening lion, the doom of the world, the conqueror of the host, the chief vassal of Ireland, the mangler of warriors, the destroyer of rulers, and the torch of the East."

He got his name, which means Hound of Culann, when, as a child of six years, he killed the hound that guarded the castle of Culann, the Smith. He was seventeen when Queen Maeve consulted the priest, donned her armour, mounted her war chariot, and invaded the East.

Before he entered the service of Queen Maeve, Cuchulain went on a sea voyage as part of his education. He crossed the ocean, passing through storms, ice bergs, pack ice and fog to get to the Island of Skye. Ice and glacial pools are not elements we would associate with Gulf Stream washed Ireland, and quicksand at sea might refer to the pack-ice that is found in winter and early spring surrounding Cape Breton and Newfoundland.


The Plain of Misfortune

Cuchulain finally lands after his perilous sea voyage and crosses the Isle of Skye to the Plain of Misfortune. The text relates how he sank in the mire at each step until "a most handsome green youth, with a face too dazzling to look at with the naked eye" came by with a wheel and showed him how to use it to cross the plain. 

In February, the Bras d'Or Lakes are sometimes frozen solid with a crusty coating of snow. It is also "snow blindness time" in the Mi'kmaw calendar. The "green youth" could have been a local Mi'kmaq who showed him how to use a toboggan or canoe, each of which resembles a wheel in some fashion.

 

Cuchulain arrived in front of Queen Skatha's castle where he performed the almost impossible feat of jumping the Bridge of Leaps (ice clampers?) before he was taught how. His friend, Ferdiad, never attempted the crossing. Because Ferdiad never mastered the Bridge of Leaps, he also never learned how to use the "terrible harpoon" weapon that only students who mastered the bridge were given access to.

Cuchulain was then accepted as Queen Skatha's student and stayed for a year and a day, learning how to fight, how to control the natural world, and how to write in the Ogham script using twigs and notches on wands.

If our interpretation of the Cuchulain story is correct, then five thousand years ago Cape Breton was ruled by Queen Scatha, Scatach, or Scota, who was also known as the dark goddess. She ruled a matriarchal society that was both a centre of learning and a world power. Cuchulain spends "a year and a day" in Cape Breton, and returns with a "buffalo shield" and a magic harpoon weapon called a gae bulga or hooked spear, named in honour of Bulga, the god of lightning. The "buffalo" shield is further proof that he was over here, but the harpoon weapon could only have been the ten and a half-foot long eeling spear-longbow.

We know that the same design can be used for both the small river canoe and the large ocean going type, and the longbow can range from very small for children, to the height of a man and longer. I heard growing up that the Mi’kmaq used their longbow to pin adult seals to the pack ice along Sydney Harbour. Like the Sioux strong bow, the Mi'kmaq bow was designed for taking down large prey and had a range of up to 500 yards. The weapon Cuchulain used, the gae bulga, made him invincible on the battlefield.

While at Skye, Cuchulain went to war against Queen Aifa from the Land of Shadows. He defeated her in battle, then lay with, and impregnated, her. She would bear the son Cuchulain would later slay.

In short, Cuchulain created a kinship tie with the people of the land of Skye. As the story points out, the son later arrives in Ireland and Cuchulain must kill him so that his authority remains unchallenged.

If the people of Skye are the Mi'kmaq, then this is the first recorded reference to the Mi'kmaq in Europe. This visit proved fatal for the son of Cuchulain. The "green youth" with the toboggan shows up a little later to help Cuchulain on the battlefield. From this we can infer that for every two Mi'kmaq who went over to Europe to do battle, one never returned.

Cuchulain completed his education, went back to Ireland, married Emer who waited for him while he was away, and settled down to lead a violent, battle-filled life that saw him victorious in every encounter.


The Beheading Game

The feat of courage which made Cuchulain champion of Ireland was a battle so similar to the Arthurian story of the Green Knight that it appears to have been adapted directly from the Ulster cycle. It was between Cuchulain and a monster named Terrible from the waters of the black lagoon.

Cuchulain was invited to cut off the monster's head, which he did. To everyone's surprise the monster then picked up his own head and strode from the hall with it, vowing that he would return the next day when it would be Cuchulain's turn to put his head on the block.

The following day the monster returned. Brave Cuchulain then placed his head on the block. The monster swung his massive axe three times, each time missing Cuchulain's neck. He then gave up, praising Cuchulain as the bravest man in all Ireland.

Cuchulain became the acknowledged champion of the East. He was King Connor's most valiant warrior. The poets recorded his victories and virtues in laudatory praises. He was the bravest, the smartest, the best orator, the wisest counselor. He was also the most dedicated of all the king's warriors to his own people. It was because of this dedication that Cuchulain killed his son, Connla, by Queen Aifa from the Land of Shadows.

While King Connor and his retinue were strolling along the beach they saw a small craft (a canoe?) approaching over the choppy water. In it was a very handsome boy who was killing seagulls so skillfully with a sling that he immediately became a threat to the kingdom. The lad landed and quickly subdued the champions who were there on the beach. The king then sent for Cuchulain, his only vassal skilful enough to overcome “the bronzed youth.” Need I define the word bronzed!

Emer, upon hearing the story asked Cuchulain not to go, fearing that the youth was his son, and he would be responsible for fulfilling the prophecy in which he would slay his own flesh and blood.

"No," said Cuchulain. "The youth must die for the safety and honour of my land and myself. Even if it is Connla."

When the two met in battle Cuchulain used the magical harpoon weapon that Queen Skatha taught him alone to use, against his own son. The barbed weapon "crept into every crevice of his body," suggesting that it entered through the head and eyes, and exited out Connla's backside.

The poets telling the tale of the gae bulga aren't sure what kind of weapon it was. The harpoon description suggests a stringed weapon of some kind. That it is used in relation to water and appears to be fired from off the foot while Cuchulain was in the water suggests that he was purposely hiding the weapon from view. A secret weapon is only secret until someone else learns to use it.

He uses the weapon one more time in the story, this time against his old friend, Ferdiad, from his school days on the Isle of Skye. Again the poets who relate the events of the battle aren't sure how the weapon is used, except that it enters every orifice of Ferdiad's body. A blubber arrow, entering through the eyes and exiting the backside, would definitely look like it was filling every orifice — a six foot blubber arrow shot from a ten foot longbow. The bow was so long in fact that it had to be anchored with the foot. For a people who had never seen one used, it would present the same enigma the gae bulga posed for the scops telling the story of its use.

The longbow ranged from six feet for the forest bow to ten and a half feet for the version Cuchulain's used. The longer the bow, the longer the arrow that could be used. Archaeologists insist that, because they haven't found any stone arrowheads predating the second century AD, the early natives didn't use bows. They fail to consider other types of arrowheads. Cuchulain's arrowhead appears to have been a barbed affair that was able to puncture two or more places at once. Sharpened antler points, bone and fire-hardened wooden points have all been used. None of this type of arrowhead would have survived internment in the acidic soil of a woodland culture. In fact very little of a woodland culture would survive.

Is it possible that the Cuchulain story is 5000 years old? We find in the archaeological record that before 1750 BC, there was a sharing of cultural traits based on red ochre that spanned the Atlantic Ocean, Commentators have posited a circumpolar civilization, which they call the Red Paint People because the one similarity between these trans-oceanic peoples was their ritual use of red ochre, an iron ore used as a pigment.

We don’t understand the beneficial effects of coating oneself in red ochre. From the north of Labrador to Land’s End, South America, red ochre was used liberally to paint the body, perhaps to protect oneself from sunburn or bugs. What if red ochre did something else, made one immune to certain diseases, for instance. Or as in the myth of El Dorado, coating oneself in gold dust gave one immortality, perhaps red ochre did something similar.


The Red Ochre Folk

We know that the Red Paint or Maritime Archaic culture flourished about four thousand years ago, with its beginnings dating back several millennia earlier. At L'Anse Amour on the coast of Labrador in the late 1970s, James Tuck and Robert McGhee of Memorial University found a 7500 year old burial chamber that was similar to a site unearthed in France in 1927.

According to Patrick Huyghe, author of Columbus Was Last - From 200,000 BC to 1492, A Heretical History of Who Was First, (Hyperion Books, 1992), seven or eight thousand years ago a host of sea-oriented cultures sprang up across the circumpolar region.

In 1975 archaeologists from the Danish National Museum discovered the remains of a maritime culture at a site called Vedbaek. They uncovered nineteen burial mounds, including one of a woman and child covered with red ochre. Radiocarbon dates indicate an age of more than 7000 years for the site.

Another site dating to the same age was found in 1927 at the bottom of a shell heap on the island of Teviec, just off the coast of Brittany in France. Here too the burials were covered in red ochre. (p.48) Evidence found in Maine in 1882 shows that similar Red Ochre Folk had been involved in long-distance trade of chert points. Some eighty years later, archaeologists found the source of this stone, Ramah Bay in the northern Labrador, 1500 nautical miles from the coast of Maine. These chert projectile points, unlike those made in Maine of local materials, were of superior workman-ship, showed a lack of wear, and occurred only in burials.

Radiocarbon dating of a site in Penobscot, Maine, during the 1960s and early 1970s revealed that the Red Paints had occupied Maine some 4500 years ago.

In Newfoundland a bull-dozer working at the site of a new movie theatre outside the fishing community of Port au Choix cut across a patch of red ochre. When James Tuck from Memorial University came to inspect the site, he found a number of well preserved skeletons covered with red ochre. This isn't surprising when we consider that the Beothuk were the original Red Indians of early explorers, whose excessive use of red ochre labeled all native Americans as red, the name assuming a pejorative connotation for the colour of their skin.

It was a Norwegian anthropologist, Gutorm Gjessing, who first drew comparisons between the maritime technologies of northern Europe and North America. He said that only a specialist in petrology could distinguish between the Norwegian implements and those of Maine.

Such similarities led Gjessing to propose that there had once been a single "circumpolar culture" who had adapted to the ice-bound fringe of the polar sea and existed for millennia with a Stone Age technology. They maintained low population densities and travelled widely in search of their food. During their movements they encountered similar groups with whom they exchanged ideas. Eventually this resulted in a common pool of elements, including skin boats, ground-slate technology, semilunar-shaped knives, sledges, toggling and other harpoons, and oil lamps. (p.64)

We might add that the Red Ochre Folk were matriarchal, worshipped an Earth goddess, practised a form of spirituality now prevalent among native people of America, played the hand drum as do natives and their European counterparts, the reindeer-herding Saalmi, who lived in a conical dwelling called a goahte which is similar to a teepee or wigwam. As in the native tradition, the Saalmi named every part of the goahte with similar ritual meaning.

So the possibility that people from Ireland were allied with the people from North America 5000 years ago is not only possible, but highly probable, given the sharing of cultural traits that we have just seen. So, indeed, Cuchulain may just have been in Cape Breton 5000 years ago.


The Solar-Lunar Controversy

We use the word evolution to explain why we are who we are - biped primates with opposable thumbs and upright posture. Some say we're former tree-dwelling apes who've travelled to the moon and back; others, that we're on our way to the stars in search of our real home. Hints of a war in heaven with the losers cast down upon the Earth, coupled with our discovery of a belt of asteroids between Mars and Jupiter which may have once been a planet, fuel an intriguing debate. So much of our past is missing that we're babes-in-wonder at the world around us.

It took us sixty-six years to get to the moon once we had accomplished powered flight. We think flight is the epitome of progress, and space flight even more so: and yet, Daedalus and Icarus flew from Crete; a Chinese account speaks of an aircraft an emperor used, then discarded; the Hindu Vedas speak of a Vimana with a mercuryion engine better than anything we have today, capable of fantastic speeds and displaying exotic weaponry.

Then there's Thor and his thunderbolts; Joshua with his trumpet that destroyed the walls of Jericho; a more accurate calendar than ours among the Mayans; and architecture we can't understand, let alone duplicate, in civilizations we have yet to realize were more advanced than we are today.

We're lost when it comes to recognizing their genius. We get Stone Age envy when we read of the Mayan sun temple at Teotihuacan that had two solid sheets of mica enclosing the floor and ceiling of the top level. What cosmic function did it serve? Did the structure, orientation and mass of the pyramids make them cosmic superconductors? Old temples on sacred sites that act as transformers in electrical grids of ley lines tell us the ancients knew more about the Earth than we do. The record of modern man is sparse, indeed! Our history as a civilization goes back twenty-five hundred years or so with any degree of continuity. We are heirs to the classical Greek world of Plato and Aristotle, the Roman world of the Caesars, and, after a Dark Age, we emerged into this Medieval-Modern Age of ours. We claim to be more advanced, smarter, stronger, and faster than any civilization before us. We hold this claim despite science's Second Law of Thermal Dynamics which reveals that all systems decay; and myth, which posits a Gold, Silver, Bronze, and our own Iron Age. Yes! We are Iron Age Man, neo-Cro-Magnon interlopers on the banks of the Neander River. Perhaps we're not as smart as Shakespeare's generation. We certainly don't write as well. We've created a technology that has made us lazy, so that we are mentally and physically less robust because of it; and we believe that it will solve all our problems. We are a warmongering, superstitious race.

Need we count the ways of our ignorance?

I may be putting too much of a negative spin on our accomplishments, but the same debate raged a few years ago that occurred a thousand years before: would the millennium be the end of the world as we know it? Where have we progressed in our thinking? Are we not still debating the number of angel's that will fit on the head of a pin? And when the kings of the Earth finally gave up the notion that they ruled by divine right, the pope declared his own infallibility in 1870. We're still very much Ussherites when it comes to determining the age of our own civilization. Archbishop James Ussher, writing in 1658, begat his way to 4004 BC for the date of creation using a biblical chronology. Modern archaeology has kept the date in sacrosanct tact for the first cities: Sumerian agro-states; Old Kingdom Egyptians; and won't go beyond 4000 BC despite a current water-weathering theory that pegs the age of the Sphinx at a minimum of twelve thousand years.

People are beginning to use the word Atlantis with more frequency in relation to the Sphinx, the word being liberated from the Daniken heresy of the 'Sixties. We can all breathe a sigh of relief now that Daniken had been charged with fraud. So many theories fell from grace in his name, Atlantis being one of them. Once Charles H. Hapgood was associated with the Daniken crowd, his theories were dismissed despite Albert Einstein blessing them.

Not to sell von Daniken short by any means. He got the story out in spite of the bad press. He paved the way for serious inquiry into the UFO phenom. And he’s still telling the same story, even today, although he dropped the question mark after the first Chariot of the Gods? book came out.

And I’ll read his next books too, once they come out. I’m a loyal fan. Nil bastardi Carborundum, Erich!

Other von Daniken books: The Gold of the Gods, Gods from Outer Space, The Eyes of the Sphinx, Return to the Stars & Odyssey of the Gods. fan fare ♫


The Hapgood Event - 13000 BC

Charles Hapgood (1966) found that many ancient portolan maps contained evidence that they were made by a world-wide culture thousands of years ago. A series of maps over an extended period of time showed Antarctica going from an ice-free state to partial glaciation. According to core samples taken by the Byrd Expedition in 1949, Antarctica was ice-free from 13,000 to 4000 BC.

The maps convinced Hapgood that the history books were wrong: a great seafaring culture had mapped the Earth with a geodesic, nautical, and cartographic technology as advanced as our own, six thousand or more years ago. The culture knew how to reckon longitude, a skill we acquired only after we invented the chronometer three hundred years ago. The map showing Antarctica first appeared in 1554. Antarctica wasn't rediscovered until 1818.

Hapgood was elated to find that Antarctica was shown ice-free because he had theorized that the polar ice caps were recent accumulations, taking thousands, not millions, of years to build; and that they occasionally slip, setting in motion rapid tectonic displacements, in which whole continents would shift position by as much as 2500 miles. The last time it happened, it ended the Wisconsin Ice Age circa 13,000 BC. Hapgood suggested that Antarctica "slipped" into its current position at that time, and after nine thousand years, became fully glaciated. Support for his theories lie unrecognized in the atlases of today. They show that the former North Polar axis was situated in the middle of Hudson’s Bay during the last ice age, 2500 miles from where it sits today.

Hapgood didn't use the word Atlantis, but later writers, recognizing the verity of his findings, would use his displacement theory to explain the sinking of the mythical lost continent. The event triggered a series of worldwide catastrophes, the least of which was coastal flooding caused by rapidly melting glaciers. The mastodon, toxodon and sabre cats all disappeared. Seventy genera of large mammals became extinct in the Americas alone, their jumbled carcasses showing that they were torn limb from limb before they were frozen solid in the Arctic and Siberian permafrost. Believe it or not, there are still practicing archaeologists who credit this massive faunal extinction to native over-hunting.

Something else happened that we have trouble reconciling with our current level of knowledge. The fauna who survived the event were smaller afterward. Did the gravity of the Earth change which in turn affected faunal development? What are we missing?

In native stories Kluskap is credited with making the beaver smaller. It was once six feet taller than it is today. Cats, dogs, and antelope. They all grew smaller than normal after the Hapgood event.


The Sky is Falling

Two Canadian Atlantisists are Rand and Rose Flem-ath; (even theirs name sound Atlantean, but it's a nom d'amore uniting Randy Flemming and Rose De'Ath in both wedded bliss and a bureaucratic erehwon (Nowhere, spelled backward, almost).) Their 1995 book When the Sky Fell uses Hapgood's slipping crust scenario to account for the current location of Atlantis in Antarctica. Their research led them to ask the same heretical questions that plagued Hapgood about our past, especially why agriculture started both where it did, and when.

Why 8000 BC, and not 4000? Why higher up, and inland? They then found, and resurrected, Charles H. Hapgood from the limbo serious archaeological research had found itself in after Daniken tarred all prehistorians with the same brush, suggesting that the first great culture bearers were "little green men from Mars."

Not that the “little green man” concept is wrong, mind you. Even the Bible states that the sons of God looking down on the daughters of man from above, went down and fathered entire races.

The native archaeological record kicks in around 8000 BC. Tuck and McGhee's find of a Red Ochre burial at L'Anse Amour on the coast of Labrador has helped confirm a continual occupation from that time. Artifacts dredged up on the fishing banks around Nova Scotia suggest a coastal plain culture that may be far older than eight or fifteen thousand years. These artifacts, lost in the flooding that followed the rapid meltdown of the glaciers, would make the culture that made them contemporary with Atlantis.

John Anthony Wes