For a summer change of pace from my usual thoughts on business and politics, I'd like to offer a vacation suggestion. Why not visit the prehistoric sites of ancient Atlantis and Mu? If you're interested, I'll tell you how to do it. This weekend, I'm attending a New Age conspiracy conference in tiny Crestone, Colorado, and I'll be sharing this same information in a lecture there. I'll be representing my publisher, The Invisible College Press.
I want you to imagine the equator around the earth. It forms something called a horizon ring. A horizon ring can be any circle around the earth, as long as it takes in the full circumference of the globe. Can you visualize what I'm describing? Now imagine a horizon ring, inclined thirty degrees to the equator. That means tilted up from the equator. Imagine that it passes through both the Great Pyramid in Egypt as well as the ancient city of Mohenjo Daro which is in the Indus Valley of Pakistan. Incredibly, if you follow this same horizon ring completely around the earth, it will precisely pass through almost every major site of extremely early archeological significance on the planet. The list is nothing less than extraordinary: Perseopolis, the capital city of ancient Persia... the lost city of Petra... the ancient Sumarian city of Ur... Angkor Wat in Cambodia, where all the spectacular beehive temples are located... both Machu Picchu and the glyphs of Nasca in Peru... Easter Island, and also in the South Pacific, an island named Anatom Island in the Republic of Vanuatu. It used to be called the New Hebrides.
As you study the features along this horizon ring, you'll find that Anatom Island is exactly, and I mean exactly, halfway between Easter Island and Angkor Wat. And here's something else you'll find. I concerns Mohenjo Daro in the Indus Valley. It's exactly antipodal to Easter Island. Saying that places are antipodal means they're perfectly located opposite each other on the globe, like the North and South Poles. You won't believe the precision of these alignments. Easter Island is only a dozen kilometers long. And there's an ancient city in the Indus Valley, never even been excavated, mind you, it's named Ganweriwala. And it's just a dozen kilometers east of Mohenjo Daro. Ganweriwala and Mohenjo Daro are precisely antipodal to a pair of high volcanic peaks at the opposite ends of Easter Island. The precision of this couldn't even be recognized until the advent of the computer and GPS technology.
So if you want to rub elbows with the New Agers seeking to touch a piece of the past, just get out a globe of the world. Draw a line between Giza in Egypt and Petra in Jordan, then extend this line around the world as a horizon ring, and go visit every ancient site that is located on the ring. If you're reading this in the United States, you might want to start with Machu Picchu since it's the closest ancient location. And after you've visited every site around the world, here's the last thing that you should know. You will have passed over Atlantis and Mu, because wherever they are, they certainly are on the ancient alignment ring.
So there you have it, "The Alignment" Easter Island, the Pyramids, Machu Picchu, Petra, and all of the most ancient and important archeological sites in the Mideast and lower Asia, all within one-tenth of one degree of a perfect horizon ring, all on a straight line around the center of the earth. My theory is that wherever Atlantis and Mu may have been located, their positions would have been aligned on this same horizon ring. In the case of Atlantis, I even have a theory about where that might be. Of all the possible sites for ancient Atlantis proposed by the experts, only one lies on the alignment ring. It's a remote location in the Atlantic Ocean where there are presently no islands, but a very ancient document known as the Piri Reis Map shows a large island in this precise spot. And recent geologic core samples taken from the floor of the sea in this spot are composed of continental type rock, rather than oceanic type rock which should be the case. Probably Atlantis once existed here, if it existed at all.
Such a position for Atlantis would be antipodal to a remote point in the highlands of Irian Jaya, far up to the north along the unexplored chain of mountains that runs up from Papua New Guinea. The people there tell of a legend in their culture about an extensive stone city well to the north, high in the remote mountains, now long abandoned and forever lost to the jungle. They called this place, "Mu". Unlike Atlantis, which long ago disappeared, this site called "Mu" is still in existence on dry land. For that perfect summer getaway, why not go there? Then you can come back and publish a travel article to help defray the cost of your trip. I know from firsthand experience that such a trip would cost you about $9,000, and an article (see my blog of 5/24) will net you about $250. What a deal!
Showing posts with label Papua New Guinea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Papua New Guinea. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Are You Now, Or Have You Ever Been a Cannibal?
Papua New Guinea attracts anthropologists the way that New York City attracts stockbrokers and theater wannabes. It’s where the action is, the place where human cultural evolution took a left turn and never looked back. The local name there for a helicopter is, “Food mixer from sky blong Jesus Christ.” It’s a dark tropical place, ancient and unknown, enchanting and deadly, pandering throughout time to an exotic people with their dreadful rituals of exquisite mystery and peculiarity that seem to roll on through the ages in seamless linkage to stone-age antiquity.
Like some anachronistic throwback to Amazon mythology, much of PNG is a matrilineal society with most of the land owned by women who pass it down in families from mother to daughter. In these places where women hold the only meaningful power, they staff most of the governmental positions and sell the betel nuts. Both functions seem to be equally important. The visitor there sees the shriveled old black-skinned crones selling coconuts and bananas as well as that peculiar local mood-altering combination of betel nuts, lime powder ground from coral, and leaves from the betel pepper plant, and the visitor never knows that the person who controls the betel nut supply controls the society.
The dark-skinned men mostly fish all day, after first stopping by the market to load up on their mood-enhancers, and loading up seems the only proper description for the process where betel nuts are chewed along with lime and betel pepper leaves in a mouth-filling intoxicant mix that stains the teeth and gums a bright vampire red.
Considering the second-class status of the males in the society, it becomes all the more astonishing when one first encounters the life-size wooden carvings of the male ancestor spirit figures in the Sepik River region to the north. These are nothing less than an artistic poke in the eye of matrilineal female authority, with their anatomically-correct male members exaggerated in length such that the standing totems achieve a kind of geometric triangular stability based on the principle of the three-legged stool. The elongated wooden genitals are one of the defining features of PNG statuary.
In 2000, my wife and I joined an anthropologist in PNG to investigate an episode of true cannibalism that had just taken place a month or two before we arrived there. We made a trip up into the mountains to get to know the people involved in that affair, and to try to understand it from their viewpoint. To our surprise, we were struck by the absence of anger and hostility in the whole affair. A group of women had killed an unfortunate chap, drained his blood, gutted him out, cooked him over an open fire, and then ate him. The poor chap whose misfortune was at the heart of this episode was old and feeble. That’s part of what made it all seem so Darwinian.
They spoke English, or at least a kind of Pidgin English that has been perpetuated in PNG out of necessity. It’s the only common language they have in Papua New Guinea. All the various tribes speak six-hundred different native languages. So before the missionaries came, people in one village could simply not communicate with people in another village only twenty kilometers away. As we interviewed these strange people, we came to realize that at no time, apparently, had any of these female cannibals lost their temper. It all just seemed so very natural the way they explained it, and because of that calm demeanor, we never felt threatened in any way. I came away with the strange belief that there is much more violence on American highways than what we found on that adventure in the high mountains of PNG.
Like some anachronistic throwback to Amazon mythology, much of PNG is a matrilineal society with most of the land owned by women who pass it down in families from mother to daughter. In these places where women hold the only meaningful power, they staff most of the governmental positions and sell the betel nuts. Both functions seem to be equally important. The visitor there sees the shriveled old black-skinned crones selling coconuts and bananas as well as that peculiar local mood-altering combination of betel nuts, lime powder ground from coral, and leaves from the betel pepper plant, and the visitor never knows that the person who controls the betel nut supply controls the society.
The dark-skinned men mostly fish all day, after first stopping by the market to load up on their mood-enhancers, and loading up seems the only proper description for the process where betel nuts are chewed along with lime and betel pepper leaves in a mouth-filling intoxicant mix that stains the teeth and gums a bright vampire red.
Considering the second-class status of the males in the society, it becomes all the more astonishing when one first encounters the life-size wooden carvings of the male ancestor spirit figures in the Sepik River region to the north. These are nothing less than an artistic poke in the eye of matrilineal female authority, with their anatomically-correct male members exaggerated in length such that the standing totems achieve a kind of geometric triangular stability based on the principle of the three-legged stool. The elongated wooden genitals are one of the defining features of PNG statuary.
In 2000, my wife and I joined an anthropologist in PNG to investigate an episode of true cannibalism that had just taken place a month or two before we arrived there. We made a trip up into the mountains to get to know the people involved in that affair, and to try to understand it from their viewpoint. To our surprise, we were struck by the absence of anger and hostility in the whole affair. A group of women had killed an unfortunate chap, drained his blood, gutted him out, cooked him over an open fire, and then ate him. The poor chap whose misfortune was at the heart of this episode was old and feeble. That’s part of what made it all seem so Darwinian.
They spoke English, or at least a kind of Pidgin English that has been perpetuated in PNG out of necessity. It’s the only common language they have in Papua New Guinea. All the various tribes speak six-hundred different native languages. So before the missionaries came, people in one village could simply not communicate with people in another village only twenty kilometers away. As we interviewed these strange people, we came to realize that at no time, apparently, had any of these female cannibals lost their temper. It all just seemed so very natural the way they explained it, and because of that calm demeanor, we never felt threatened in any way. I came away with the strange belief that there is much more violence on American highways than what we found on that adventure in the high mountains of PNG.
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