What the current pipeline dispute in North Dakota is really all about is how we, as the human family, wish to live in the twenty-first century. Two very different philosophies and lifeways are at issue, one deeply connected to spirit and the sacred beauty of Mother Earth, the other utterly disconnected, regarding the material realm as nothing more than an economic resource.
I believe these huge megaliths long predate the construction of the Temple of Jupiter and are likely to be 12,000 or more years old — contemporaneous with the megalithic site of Gobekli Tepe in Turkey.
The archaeological establishment is scrambling to find some reason to reject and pour scorn on the extraordinary consequences of the excavations now taking place at Gunung Padang in Indonesia.
I’m in Turkey on another research trip for “Magicians of the Gods”, the sequel to “Fingerprints of the Gods” that I’m working on for publication in 2015.
This weekend I took friends visiting from Peru to see Stonehenge, Britain’s most renowned ancient monument, which they were naturally very keen to see. We were stunned and horrified by what we found there.
I’m climbing with Dr Natawidjaja up the steep slope of a 300-ft high step-pyramid set amidst a magical landscape of volcanoes, mountains and jungles interspersed with paddy fields and tea plantations a hundred miles from the city of Bandung.
A few evenings ago, somewhere in Albion, six sovereign adults, taking full responsibility for their own consciousness and their own bodies, gathered for sacred ceremony with changa… I was one of those adults.
There is a revolution in the making here, and what is at stake transcends the case for cognitive liberty as an essential and inalienable adult human right.
She realized now that the attraction had begun the moment she’d first set eyes on him weeks before when he lay gaunt and wasted in the royal hospital, on the edge of death. She’d wanted to cut his throat but had ended up saving his life. Read the last of four selections from the new novel War God.
Guatemoc looked back over his shoulder and gave Shikotenka a mocking smile. "Behold," he said, "the precious creature has emerged from its burrow. Creep in my tracks if you wish, oh leader of men, the long grass will hide you." Read the third of four selections from the new novel War God.
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