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I shall be talking more generally on this subject to the Laurentian Society in March 2016, but I want here to summarize the main points proving the central contentions and latest developments in scientific research that have finally shattered the old paradigm doggedly clung to by the so-called academic orthodoxy for some 100 years now, and disgracefully ignoring or even suppressing all mounting evidence to the contrary. Firstly, however, I need to address the irksome issue of calendrical dates. It will be clear that the accepted convention of delineating time in a Eurocentric milieu stems from religious rather than historical concerns. Thus Judaism gives us 3,000 years; then Christianity starts its clock at zero (although not even the Gospels can agree on a precise date for Christ’s birth); and in the Islamic sphere time rolls back to begin in the 8th century. Overlooking the fact that European calendars have often been dramatically out of synch, and the French briefly decided 1792 would be year zero (with a ten-day week), and we still have to give every fourth year an extra day to prevent summer creeping into winter, it is nonetheless dazzlingly clear that time-management is not our forte, and making BC into BCE may ameliorate religious grievances but it does not help ease the confusion experienced by most students of ancient history. I have, therefore, decided to abandon the conventions and will replace, say, 11,700 BCE with 13,700 years ago. Since this is not an academic paper, I will avoid highly technical terms, and cite sources by name or book, either or both of which can be easily accessed in seconds thanks to the miracle of Google.


For some 30 years I have been involved with my friends John Anthony West, Dr. Robert Schoch of Boston University, Graham Hancock, and numerous other researchers or specialists in various fields in gathering and presenting evidence demonstrating that sophisticated human civilizations have existed in different parts of the globe for at least 30,000 years, and possibly for infinitely longer. What we think of as the relevant orthodox sciences – archaeology, Egyptology, anthropology, etc – all have their origins in the post-Darwinian 19th century, a time when the nascent scientist had been faced with two choices: either accept the spurious biblical version of truth (Creation occurred on Monday October 1st at 9 a.m. 7,000 years ago, just as the academic year now does – this date easily confirmed by adding up all the ages in the unreadable ‘begats’ section of Genesis), or else they could champion Darwin’s theory of a slow evolution from bacteria to apes and thence to us. Geologists of the day, who knew the planet was considerably older than 7,000, were among the first to join Team Darwin; but, faced with the alternative, we all probably would have signed up. Buzzwords like ‘natural selection’ and ‘survival of the fittest’ were bandied about like axioms. In all this excitement the fact that Origin of the Species was a theory seemed to get lost. A theory requires proof, and I regret to say that, after some 150 years, no proof has emerged. In fact, it is not unfair to state that not a single element in Darwin’s theory can be substantiated. Even Survival of the Fittest, that hoary Wall Street motto, is, when you think about it, a mere tautology. Who survives? The fittest. Who are the fittest? Those who survive. This ought not to escape rebuke in a first-year paper, since it is voodoo science, intellectual legerdemain of the crudest variety. Yet the most pernicious fall-out from Darwin’s uneducated speculations (after all his knowledge of science was limited to farmyard cross-breeding – before this he had failed in the clergy) was the idea that Evolution = Progress, a concept on which he is in fact vague but neo-Darwinians coalesced into a cornerstone of what became their Church of Truth. Even when I was at Oxford the colleges still had clearly theological trappings, so it was easy for them to substitute one dogma for another, retaining useful deterrents like excommunication and official sanction for the publication of writings. Thus those new sciences never had the luxury of a true scientific spirit from their inception. Evolution as progress meant that such notions as ancient wisdom were risible: the further back we go the nearer to caves and apes we get, so why search for what we know is not there? The Church was not without its heretics though. A massive tome called Forbidden Archaeology simply presents all the academic papers which defied official dogma over the past century and were suppressed. They are not rabid attacks on the rampant mediocrity and dishonesty of academia such as I write gleefully; these papers are generally accounts of digs and discoveries which turn up evidence of many varieties throwing the Sacred Chronology into doubt. Chronology is the holy scroll jealously guarded by a high priesthood, since it provides, like Leviticus, the rules for running an orderly pseudo-science.


Many honourable men and women toil in these fields of pseudo-science, and some privately admit their qualms, but ‘fields’ is the operative term here. An Egyptologist does not roam the many thousands of ancient sites poking around; he or she is first told how lucky they are to have a permit to work a site at all, and then they document every shard of millennia-old garbage in that site, writing papers that, they hope, will gain them recognition in that particular field. If asked, they may have opinions about the more mysterious sites and structures, yet will rarely be quoted since, “It is not my field.” My book, River in the Desert explores this subject from various viewpoints. If Physics operated the way this aberration does we would still be discussing the geo-centric universe, whereas instead we have just confirmed Einstein’s gravitational waves and the Higgs Boson, with scientists free to dream, explore, and untiringly seek for truth. Yet the greatest civilization for which we have extensive remains to study, and which offers so many mysteries, so much evidence of high sophistication, profound wisdom, and a knowledge that, in some cases, we have just acquired ourselves (antibiotics for example), this incomparable treasure remains in effect the private fiefdom of a small group comprising myopic, incurious, pompous, brain-washed, addle-pated idiots not even qualified at much more than a sketchy familiarity with one or two ancient scripts and great skill in the digging of very neat holes – or in truth just supervising the ill-paid locals actually holding shovels. The fact that no one today, using state of the art technology, could build the Great Pyramid (and a Japanese team did try, failing miserably with a scale model a thousandth of the size), or that the advanced expertise with geometrical issues or mathematical questions manifestly evident in its construction were supposedly only discovered 2,000 years later – none of this troubles these atavistic bumblers, few of whom could tell an Isosceles triangle from an isometric trainer. Their main concern is Egyptian bureaucracy, which holds the deeds to their careers in hands whose owners may well be told to rid the land of Gringos, or perhaps summon twice as many ferengi. Then again, a radical Islamist government could well declare the monuments of idolaters haram and have them all blown to atoms, like the great Buddhas in Afghanistan, like the glories of Palmyra, gone forever. So it is a precarious occupation, and I do have some sympathy with those following their trade – some, but not much. This tenuousness is itself all the more reason why permits for advanced work in many disciplines ought to be issued to any team qualified for a particular project. Where Egyptologists see only old dusty ruins built somehow or other by monomaniacal self-aggrandizing tyrants, an engineer, say, or a mathematician sees an advanced civilization possessed of scientific skills which would remain unequalled for five thousand years, and, in some cases, are still not understood today.


Official dogma asserts that the inhabitants of Egypt were nomadic hunters and gatherers around 5,000 years ago. But, for whatever reason, they decided life held more, and thus created a high civilization, including the largest structure on earth, the largest monolithic sculpture on earth, a complex dual-form writing, both pictographic and demotic, a system of medicine which included surgeries and intricate familiarity with things like the endocrine system, along with astronomical observation revealing awareness of equinoctial precession, as well as the significance in astrological ages, and a philosophy whose wisdom is only matched by that of Vedic India, positing the unity of all things in a non-dualistic all-pervasive consciousness that can be experienced in meditative states yet never described or grasped objectively by the mind. All this appears fully-formed, its earliest period containing its highest achievements in every area. The following 3,000 years are a slow decline into decadence and decay, yet even so an Old Kingdom Egyptian would still have found much that was familiar during the Ptolemaic era. No civilization has ever lasted for even a fraction of this time. Nor has any civilization begun at its apex, with no developmental stage. It is analogous to the Wright Brothers launching the age of flight with a space shuttle. Official dogma tells us, essentially, that the Kreen Acrore tribe of Amazon’s remotest jungle, unknown to the world a few decades ago, and living much as they had for all of time, have suddenly built a new Brazilia, put a man on Mars, advanced theoretical physics several millennia, and know how a vehicle may exceed the speed of light. If it were not preposterous, this scenario would certainly draw every scientist on earth to study it. Yet such a proposal is standard dogma for students of Egyptology as I write. Illiterate nomads forever, then, in the space of mere centuries, lords of the earth in possession of all knowledge and wisdom. Even with the benefit of a Roman occupation to inspire them, the British were still a loutish rabble ten centuries later (some might argue for 20). The wattle and daub hovel was still home to most even in the 18th century. The official dogma is patently offensive dog shit, an insult to both intelligence and science.


Such was the problem faced by those who were convinced Egyptology had disappeared up its own wazoo. This wazoo was in fact an item called the Turin Papyrus (because it ended up in Turin). This papyrus contains a list of Egyptian rulers, the first named being one Menes, who supposedly ‘united the two kingdoms’ and thus wears the prominent double crown, much like the Pope’s fanciest hat. All the bigger names appear in sequence, and, as an historical document, it is laudably thorough. It was thanks to the papyrus that Howard Carter realised one Theban tomb had not been discovered, and thus might still be intact – Tutankhamun. All the other tombs had been robbed centuries or even millennia earlier (my book contains an entertaining account of tomb thievery, the proto-Egyptology). Their locations were known, and the papyrus named everyone. Tut had to be there somewhere, as indeed he was, his modest tomb buried under the rubble excavated for the palatial mausoleum of a Rameses. Egyptologists like this later period of tombs and funerary texts, gold, nifty furniture, glamour, vanity, etc – because the modern mind can relate to it far more easily. So the Papyrus becomes the Chronology, holy writ, inviolable. Except the document that is so sacrosanct and reliable also contains rulers long before Menes. These are named ‘The Companions of Horus’, and preceded in turn by a period when Egypt was ruled by the gods themselves. Admittedly, the reigns of these figures are not verifiable by later hieroglyphic information, making them unhelpful to the Chronology, which wishes they were not mentioned. But they are mentioned, and in a text upon which great importance is placed. I can think of no respectable scholar who would, say, cite Napoleon’s legal code for its wisdom and liberality, but omit to mention its reactionary attitudes to women. If you ask why part of the papyrus is taken so seriously it supports the House of Dogma, while another part is so ignored many don’t know it exists, the reply will be that the gods and companions stuff is obviously just myth. To the Church of Truth myth=nonsense, fairy tales. Neither myths nor fairy tales are nonsense if you accept the difference between the esoteric and the allegorical. The western mind is very linear and can take its wisdom from parable or allegory, yet its rigidity, its unbending insistence on one way of doing everything, makes it nearly impervious to esoteric forms. When Jesus tells a tale of sons and vineyards no one thinks he is teaching basic viniculture. His sayings in the apocryphal Gospel of Thomas, however, are rarely straightforward, often opaque, and cannot be explained to anyone closed to esoteric thought. Those responsible for creating Egyptian civilization recognized that there were ideas words could communicate, and ideas which required a language of symbols both imagistic and geometric. Such a language would be comprehensible anywhere in the universe that recognized similar images, and where they were not geometrical and mathematical constructs would be instantly understood by any entities with minds sufficiently advanced. It was the renowned Alsatian mathematician Schwaller de Lubicz who first recognized that ancient Egypt was a badly misunderstood civilization after spending 16 years studying one temple at Thebes during the early 20th century. His magnum opus, The Temple of Man, remains the only work which truly grasps and expounds the philosophy of Egypt, through its architectural symbolism and mathematical genius, as well as Schwaller’s uncanny ability to read the hieroglyphs as simultaneously linear semantics and symbolically evocative imagistic esoterica, combining number, form, and bas-relief. Our only comparable endeavour would be a Beethoven symphony – and indeed Goethe called architecture ‘frozen music’ – yet even this falls far short of the complexity creating harmony here. All of Schwaller’s measurements were verified by an orthodox Egyptologist, so there is no reason why his Herculean labour should have been ignored by the hierarchs of Dogma – except of course the pea-brained idiocy they waft like incense around the ruins of what used to be centres of higher learning, but are now a North Korea for mental automata. One problem you will face if you can even lift Schwaller’s box-set is that no one can accuse the book of being easy-reading. Page-turner it is not, but then nor is Das Kapital, all of Hegel, and Einstein’s Special Theory of Relativity – but they all repay the diligence and effort ten-fold. I would read John Anthony West’s books synthesizing Schwaller before tackling the man himself. West is a superb writer with a gift for condensing a complex idea into its vibrant quintessence – 30 pages of Schwaller on the same topic can leave you less certain what he means than when you read the subtitle. West also has deep connections to the great man, and indeed gave up a successful career as novelist and playwright in order to study ancient Egypt in the light of Schwaller’s symbolist interpretations, soon seizing on the riddle of origins. If the civilization could not have just sprung out of nowhere fully formed then it had to be the legacy of an earlier and unknown civilization. But was it entirely unknown? Was there evidence that had been overlooked?


On a hint in Schwaller, West concentrated his efforts on the Great Sphinx, part of the Giza complex of pyramids large and small positioned across the plateau in a seemingly random pattern. The Sphinx is carved from a single section of limestone bedrock, and has thus been mostly buried by sand for the last two millennia, only the head protruding – and probably recurved at some point since its proportions don’t match the body. West was convinced the Sphinx was far older than most surrounding monuments, and that erosion striations running vertically down its body were from water, rainfall, not windblown sand. Since it has not rained at Giza for some ten thousand years, when the Sahara was fertile Savannah, if the erosion could be proved from water it might provide enough interest for scientific testing. When we first met, West was touring university geologists with large photographs of the striations and asking if they were water-caused. He soon found that when professors realized what the striations were on they clammed up, fearing the Inquisition. So he masked off the body leaving only rock, now getting general consent that these were typical of water erosion. Dr. Robert Schoch of Boston University – whose books are now essential reading – was sufficiently intrigued to visit Giza and examine the striations first-hand. Before long, a scientific team managed to get permission for leading-edge sonic scanners and what-not to be deployed. A mass of data was collected, and, after careful analysis, Schoch announced that he was prepared to state unequivocally that the core body of the Great Sphinx could not have been carved out later than 10 – 12,000 years ago. My book records the reaction when Schoch’s meticulously documented and illustrated paper stating his findings was presented at the American Association for the Advancement of Science’s conference in Chicago. Dr Mark Lehner, the world’s leading authority on the Sphinx, was present and expected to refute Schoch’s findings. Careful to say he was just examining rock, his field, Schoch made a powerful case with irrefutable data. Lehner, however, whose life’s work was on the line here, rambled irrelevantly, then delivered his massive rebuttal: Schoch was wrong about the date because he, Lehner, did not want him to be right. As I wrote for the Times, on that day Egyptology lost its science, and with its Chronology in tatters had no means of resurrecting it or its credibility. Schoch was vilified by the ex-Egyptologists, who lied about everything he’d said, as they were taught to do. This so angered geologists, amongst whom Schoch is a most eminent and respected figure, that campus wars seemed poised to erupt. But in the end the old sand diggers returned to life as normal, bowing towards Turin thrice daily, and pushing the old lies to another generation.


But a cabal of heretics from various disciplines gathered around this hard scientific proof of a far greater antiquity for human civilizations on earth. Using computerized star maps, able to wind back the night sky to any given date, it was shown that the Giza Plateau monuments were far from random, reflecting the stars above, with the Nile as our Milky Way. The offsetting of the third large pyramid – attributed by Dogma to a miscalculation – in fact made these major pyramids exactly mirror the three stars in Orion’s Belt, a constellation intimately associated with the god Osiris. The whole complex plan for the Plateau could not have been mapped out later than 10 to 12,000 years ago, when the heavens were last in that position. It soon became clear that the Giza monuments revealed two distinct stages of construction, most easily seen in the Great Pyramid, where the lower half is formed of gigantic blocks – 600 tons or more – forming a platform similar to Aztec or Mayan pyramids. Such blocks could not be moved, let alone placed precisely, by any crane existing today. The Osiron, or tomb of Osiris, at Abydos contains similarly massive blocks. The Greek historian Herodotus, visiting Egypt 2,500 years ago, was told of a vast labyrinth constructed 3,000 years before his time and containing 3,000 rooms on two levels. Evidence of this vast structure has now been located, although a canal was built through part of it, filling the place with silt. Herodotus was also told that no one was ever buried in the Great Pyramid, whose use was a secret involving the coronation of a pharaoh, who travelled to the star Sirius to be crowned by Osiris himself. What were long termed ventilation shafts in the pyramid have now been shown to be sighting tubes aimed at specific stars, which can be seen in daylight if viewed from shafts. The Peruvian site of Machu Pichu, high in the Andes, reveals a two-stage construction, the first of monstrous blocks, with one vast slab weighing 25,000 tons and somehow moved from its quarry a mile away. In India, star maps have dated the night sky from references in the Vedic texts to 30,000 years ago, making oral transmission of wisdom and all manner of general knowledge, medical herbs, etc. the earliest on record. The old imperial idea that civilization was brought by Aryan tribes from the Steppes to India 3,000 years ago has been demolished by showing that the river most often mentioned in the Vedas, the Saraswati, dried up 1,000 years before the Aryan invasion, making it likely that Aryans came to get civilization not bring it. We think civilizations must entail writing, but many have not and do not. Indian literature is rich, vast, and varied, yet it contains no history and no tragedies. There are still illiterate Brahmins who can chant 10,000 verses from the Vedic canon without making a single mistake (because the ingenious metre used in the slokas makes a mistake impossible to miss). The largest dig on earth has revealed advanced cities along the Indus Valley, but even larger ones where the vanished Saraswati used to be – paved roads, two or three storey houses with running water and sewage systems. Yet no money is available for these digs, which would reveal civilizations unlike any in the west.


But to avoid charlatanry and crackpot theories more hard science is needed. Lucky us: it has come! At Gobeki Tepe in Turkey an extraordinary discovery was made when a farmer’s plough became wedged on a protruding rock. Flash forward. Professor Schmidt of the German Archaeological Institute has excavated a site resembling a buried Stonehenge, but with smaller and smoother stones placed in T-shapes around a central point. Some are stuck into limestone sockets, others wedged into a concrete-like foundation. The stones have highly skilled and intricate carvings in the round, depicting either animals or geometric shapes. On one a lion-like creature chases what could be a boar down in a spiral. The work is unusually fine, and an astrological purpose seems likely. The exceptional part, however, is that the structure was deliberately buried, for unknown reasons, and thus contains artifacts, engraved coin-like squares, perfect stone beads, and the usual human detritus. Crap was the breakthrough. You cannot carbon-date stone, but organic trash is golden. Radiocarbon dating has no proved beyond all doubt that Gobeki Tepe was deliberately buried no later than 11 to 12,000 years ago. We do not know when it was constructed, what it was for, or why it was buried, but we do know an advanced civilization existed in the area at a date Dogma would call ‘impossible’ but no longer can.


These early dates all point to the end of the last ice age and something that caused hemispheric glaciers a mile thick to melt, not overnight, but very, very quickly. The popular theory has been an extraterrestrial event, an ETE, not green men but exploding comets, crashed meteors, asteroids, etc. But Robert Schoch has developed a theory that dismisses these earlier ones, yet also has somewhat terrifying implications for us. In a nutshell, our Sun, like any star, has periods of shutdown. It does not vanish but things do get dimmer and colder on earth. As it wakes up again, there are phenomena, basically enormous solar flares that play havoc with our eco-system, releasing gases and letting in dangerous levels of cosmic radiation. The event 14,000 years ago was exceptionally large, but a smaller one occurred in 1859, and was noticeable yet not catastrophic. Electricity was back then barely more than a science toy, however, so no major devastation happened to the one area most susceptible to such flares. Today, my friends, the story would be very different. The warning period for such a giant flare would not be much longer than seconds. It would fry every electric circuit on earth, along with all data storage units, no matter where they were, and effectively bring life as we have come to know it for a mere century to a grinding halt. Nothing would work or function, from smart phone to government – and that includes the military. All communications would cease, with no chance of a repair for decades. This is also a best-case scenario. The worst case would be half the planet up in flames. Schoch believes the vast underground cities built in Cappodocia, and still unexplained, since they could house tens of thousands, may well have been insurance against the lightning bolts of Zeus, the long hot arm of our solar lifegiver, who also taketh away, smites with a terrible vengeance. That happy ol’ sun ain’t always so cheery it seems. This casts a new light on the preponderance of solar deities, whose biographies usually involve a death and resurrection symbolizing the winter equinox, which is also their birthday. Nothing we know is more godlike in appearance than the Sun, thus its worship makes more sense than that of any invisible divinity. Sunlight would appear to be wholly beneficent – it even cures depression – so why do we hear of fears that it may not rise, or even that it must be appeased by a daily human sacrifice? Is there a malevolent aspect to the Sun of which we are unaware or have not experienced? Anyone alive during the shutdown period might have thought the deity was dying and endless night approaching. We don’t know how dramatic shutdown might manifest itself in a star as small as the Sun. If eclipses lasting an hour caused widespread panic in ancient Rome, a lengthy and steady dimming, with no guarantee of revival, must have been horrifying beyond measure in any society entirely ignorant of cosmology. We are told that ancient priests held power by seemingly predicting eclipses with the help of often elaborate structures that merely measured the progress of heavenly bodies, thus calculating eclipses under the guise of being temples. Yet is such a ruse likely to work for long? It relies on the assumption that a general public – who also built these structures – were morons in thrall to a small elite who were divinely wise. Such situations do, of course, occur in history, but they are invariably short-lived, because wisdom requires no education, and mass-deception is soon uncovered. In most ancient tongues the words for temple and palace are interchangeable, showing, as many early social laws state, that ideal government lies in the rule of priest and prince, either as equals, or by one man performing both roles. In ancient Egypt the vast temples served multiple purposes, from medical centres to markets, schools, and theatres for the performance of sacred dance and symbolic drama. You were born there and you died there. It seems that everything, or its remains, can be found somewhere; yet there is a notable exception. No palaces exist. Like ordinary homes, they must have been made of mudbrick. Some pyramids were made of mudbrick too and now resemble hills of dust, although originally the brick was cased with polished limestone or quartz, as were the great stone pyramids, this casing long since removed to build houses in Cairo. But if a mudbrick pyramid can still remain in some form, one would expect a pharaoh’s house to be similarly substantial. His tomb or funerary palace was built for eternity, on an unimaginably grand scale, yet his house seems to have been of no account. The vast remains of ancient Egypt are all related to some sacred purpose. This was a civilization solely concerned with an immortal life, not this brief ephemeral existence. It was a mirror opposite of our alleged civilization, not obsessed with death – as some have asserted scornfully – but aware that death is our only certainty and thus the clue to life’s meaning, which is in learning the art of dying. Egypt and India were famed throughout the ancient world as centres of wisdom, visited by such luminaries as Pythagoras, Parmenides, and Solon, not as tourists but as seekers. Every Greek knew that their civilization owed everything to Egypt; yet at school we were taught that Greece was the cradle of civilization. But the Eurocentric mindset needed its origins in Europe, and more than that it needed a civilization whose language was easily translatable. One look at so-called translations of hieroglyphic texts will show you that hardly any scholar understands them, and thus they often seem to be gibberish. Schwaller clearly understands them but faces the problem that they operate on a level requiring what one might call intuitive understanding. Temple dance and drama would have been the same, and the Greek mysteries clearly derived their power from the same source. Every famous name in the ancient world was initiated into the mysteries, yet none says what exactly occurred there, beyond the fact that it was a powerfully transcendent experience. Every world conqueror was drawn to Egypt, from Alexander to Napoleon, who dreamed of making it his global capital, and took 200 scientists and artists with his expedition to record and analyse everything. Their work interested him far more than fighting Turks, and resulted in the first serious study of Egypt ever produced. Bonaparte spent a night alone in the Great Pyramid, where he experienced something so profound he rarely mentioned it to anyone. I spent a similar night there in the sarcophagus and understand why he chose to describe the effect to few. For 12,000 years this civilization has fascinated and enthralled humanity in countless ways and unlike any other culture. It is time to stop the Dogma and unlock those secrets no one can deny exist there. We now have the technology to map out what was once invisible, for it is estimated that we have only uncovered 5% of what lies there preserved by the dry sands, often scarcely changed after several millennia. The Great Pyramid sits at the the centre of the world, more perfectly aligned than the Greenwich Meridian, and when you sit at its apex you feel the planet revolving on its axis. Many have felt there is a vital message in these eternal monuments for them to have been built to outlast time. If there is, we need it soon, and owe it to the future to find whatever there is to find. Adaptation is not progress. Old Kingdom Egypt and Vedic India prove that our evolution has been devolution, unless you regard a corrupt polluted hell as progress.


This is all work in progress, but the antiquity case can no longer be disputed, and history will have to be dramatically revised, since we have no way of knowing what existed here before the last catastrophic event. We do know, however, what the next solar rumble will bring and ought to give serious thought to the wisdom of consigning our entire civilization – such as it is – to the frailest imaginable of security vaults. You do not put all your eggs in one basket woven from gossamer, do you? Yet we have. For a long time I have wondered how many digital photos will prove as durable or existent as those tiny black and white Kodak prints in my heirloom albums, concluding not many. Magnify this thought by the speed of light and you have a situation in which only our aboriginals will be able to survive with minimal discomfort. Take a tip from the Cappadocians: insure yourself by keeping treasures where someone can dig them up, and throw off your electric power for an hour to see what you will direly need, and what you won’t miss. I do not live anywhere near a city but I imagine the end of electric will cause an exodus from those hives. You cannot sit around the camp fire roasting venison in a condo – not that firewood will be easy to come by, not that debit will work, not that frozen food will be edible, not that neighbours will be so neighbourly. But, on the bright side, the meek may well inherit the earth after all. If they want it.


The paradigm is shifting very fast, and the subject here is huge, not easily crammed into a blog. But I tried. What we have to do more than anything is return to values that are eternal. Love is the answer, and you know that for sure. Thank you dear John.


Paul William Roberts