Part I – The Ancient Earth – cont.
Now, the people who lived before the first world-wide deluge were not few, not fools, and not locally oriented, but world-wide and closely knit culturally all over the world as well as in space.
The period of this world civilization of the far past was an immensely long time. During that long growth, mankind reached not a civilization equal to ours, but one so far advanced it is difficult for us to imagine it, let alone accept it as the gospel it is.
This is why the antiquarians in their search for primitive artifacts have missed the trail altogether. The artifacts available from the far past are not primitive, although there are a few very early and very peculiar things one can’t place in any niche.
Like Charles Fort’s gigantic axe heads falling from the sky like meteors, one can only wonder and not even venture a guess.
To me, such things stem from a moon-fall, rocks that followed one or another of the moon’s billiarding bounces off Earth now returning homeward.
But, since pre-dawn or “dawn man” was not a simian idiot with a club, one can only guess such gigantic artifacts belonged to one or another interim “culture” which contained giants comparable to the one killed on Jack’s famous beanstalk.
The pre-Kaiser archaeologists of Germany’s researches called him Pithecanthropus giganticus and accepted him quite literally, for both his axes and his structures are quite plentiful. But of late years, the gigantic cuss isn’t much noticed, nor is any of the ancient world of wonder much wondered about.
The book, “In Search of Adam”, by the German, Wendt, ends its account with a description of the archives of the German archaeological researches after the Second World War. They were quite bombed out, and what wasn’t shattered was a mess of fragments and wet mud.
Which is much the same condition all “modern” research into the past is presently to be found, if anyone stopped chasing a payday long enough to look.
There is only ONE great repository of wisdom from the past still extant, in fact! This is the rock library from the very far past. Luckily it is of vastly more potential value than any of the rest.
It is this vast reservoir of know-how I am trying to rescue. I have about the same amount of help and hope as the caretakers of the German museums, in picking up and relabeling the fragments of the bombings, which was little or none.
Actually, it may not matter if the whole remains in a state of utterly idiotic ignorance, as the moon will fall again. To me, it matters. To the ignorant, nothing matters, I guess. To a population that sits ignorantly under a surely falling moon, I would wish a better fate than to be doomed to ignoring the escape hatch underfoot.
Rock books are under their feet. And in those rock books are endless descriptions and plans and specifications of the type of space vehicles that were used to evacuate that first great civilized population of Earth.
One of the wonderful things in the first moon-fall was a way of escape that at first glance seems the most utter folly. That way, of all things was a glider!
Some people took to the air in gliders just before the terrible tornado turbulence of the moon-atmosphere first mingling with Earth’s!
Riding the air currents was a test of skill and strength and endurance, and some of those glider pilots did that stunt, out of sheer necessity.
The point was to stay aloft until the worst of the impact and tidal wave height was over, and to come down in the untouched areas where, at the points farthest removed from the track of the moon, things remained somewhat stable.
Your own ancestor may have been one of those who bought his life with that sort of daring and resolve.
There was more than one kind of Noah’s Ark in that terrible time.
Pre-dawn man was not a mild kind of civilized sheep, by any means. He was possessed of powers and skills and of courage of that kind. And such devices as a glider were not the fragile things we make today, evidently.
This first civilized human had the knowledge of all the other civilizations of space to draw on in this first fall of the moon. But with all the help at hand, the teeming populations could not all be ferried off in the evacuation ships sent from other worlds to help out our own fleets.
The best of Earth were chosen, not by lot but by value, to colonize another world. The rest were lucky to get a place on a ship to orbit out the moon collision. Mostly, they accepted death, and stood and watched it come.
They had, in that time, other accounts of similar disasters on other planets to guide them.
Earth, as a planet full of civilized people, would have and did survive that first vast holocaust of death. But the moon did not take up a stable orbit, and all the efforts of survivors to make Earth habitable again were wiped out in the succeeding falls.
You don’t have to believe me. You can find your own rock books and find your own glider pilots riding out those furious storms like no others before. Picking a take-off spot from close figured possibilities, they let the first moon approach pull them far aloft into the atmosphere…just as it pulled Earth’s oceans from their age-old beds. Then glided as far from the path of the girdling tide as they could get…and some of them survived!
In truth, you can find these projected pictures in so many surface rocks you wonder, “How many were they?” “How long did they live?”
It was a very long time. If one had such figures from a rock, one could corroborate them from other rocks. It is in that multitudinous possibility of complete corroboration, one of the other, that the great rock library holds an advantage over all the other ways of seeking out the past of man.
Just as today, you corroborate one writer’s account of a news event by checking out another’s account in detail, so you can, by searching out this rock library, get separate accounts of the same events. Especially does this hold true in the case of the moon-falls. Such world-wide catastrophes were written of extensively over the whole world, and the accounts await only a willing back and a curious mind, one able to stop and stoop for the oldest and most reliable book of history extant.
Such stones I have studied for many years. I have learned how many kinds, how various the art and the times that produced them. I can even guess why they used rock for books.
They used a rock compound for books because so many people lived in the water at the time the custom of making books came into general use. Paper has a way of dissolving in water, parchment gets soft and slimy in water…just what would you expect amphibious man to use for a book but rock?
A wooden book would float away, you must realize. A rock under water is much less heavy than on land, but still it has weight. It will stay put.
Once you realize they are there, you can’t miss early man’s books, nor the size and beauty of early man’s art works of other kinds, all over Earth.
They projected pictures and writings right into solid rock, and on many an eroded cliff-side they still stand out, harder than the rock around them. You can see them in photos much better than the cliffs themselves, just by squinting at them.
There is so much to say about the pre-fall eras, one doesn’t know where to start or where to stop. Only a whole set of books could contain what one learns from just a few rock books. The pictures are so numerous, so one-over-the-other, so self-explanatory, so condensed and multiple.
Early men were numerous beyond our modern fears of the result of the population explosion. They were so able and so productive they could support a much more numerous people than we imagine possible.
Remember, they inhabited the oceans like schools of fish, and were numerous as fish, back into earliest times!
It was their oceans that made possible their vast populations. It is the oceans that will eventually feed our future populations, if we ever survive to have them. The threats of pollution and atomic war, coupled with the unknown extent of the moon’s present orbit in time, give us few alternatives to a universal death in the future.
One of those alternatives—space expansion—is described in the rock books. I don’t know of another way to rescue our “modern” culture, if indeed it is worth saving. What I mean is that a people so ignorant they ignore the rock library of our greatest and best books while they read penny dreadfuls and fashion magazines may not be precisely the kind of population most likely to survive under the best conditions.
Which is where the values of the past compare to our present retrograde status as “ebbs” unfavorably. Do our own races out in space really want us to take to space? Even though we were once one, what would they think of us today, after all that has happened to turn us back off the path?
Well, the G.O.D. concept is to ask the Governor of the District if the people are worth saving. In those days, the G.O.D. would have had plenty to say. In our time, people are content to worship the three letters even though their book tells them the world was flooded to destroy their whole kind. It happened, but I hardly think the Governor was responsible.
I think these people should read a few other books than the Bible, perhaps some made of rock like Moses’ tablets.
Neither do I think words describing God’s decision to destroy the world because it was “evil” were particularly inspired. Well. . .do you?
To get back to the subject, men were so numerous all over Earth that they left their artifacts everywhere if one looks for them. Many of them were cast of a liquid that hardened into stone. You can see these without even bending over, and you can see the pictures in them without even dirtying your modern city-bred pinkies.
All of which seems to have meant nothing whatever to the legions of would-be antiquarians in “In Search of Adam”.
“In Search of Adam” describes this long pattern of activity about the idea of the “First Man” very well. It also describes their utter failure in looking for a “primitive first man” who lived “before the flood”.
To me, after years of looking at the pictures that permeate nearly every rock one really looks at, only one thing made them so blind. That thing was they were looking for primitive artifacts and nothing else would do!
All the time they searched for Adam they were stumbling over his real artifacts in multitudes. Some rocks are actually his books.
Those men didn’t even conceive of “Adam” as having a book, let alone a vast and endless library right in plain sight.
There is an old adage that says, “The best hiding place is in plain sight.”
It is a very correct one.
Adam, his portrait and his library, his cast stone tools and his foot casts and his petrified remains, were in plain sight all the time. I picked up a petrified head of a victim of the flood in my first weeks of looking for pre-flood artifacts.
You wouldn’t easily recognize such a petrification, perhaps. The weight of the falling mud and rubble had crushed the skull on one side so that it is really only half a head with a horrible misplaced mouth. Yet she was a lovely young mermaid child, by our standards only a child of twelve or so.
Velikovsky described the splintered bones left by rushing waters of terrible velocity, over and over. Well, among those splintered bones are many a mer, if you look.
This ancient Earth has been grossly mistreated by the “experts”, and one can’t let it go on; the mother needs to be treated better than that.
The truth is, if I had known someone like Prof. Rhodes (whose able book on fossils you should procure), this tale of the ancientness of Earth would probably be more gentle with the orthodox views of the strata and contents. But I never had the good fortune to afford their offices in leading me astray.
Like the cart before the horse view of evolution, I think this tendency to get things upside down permeates much of this work, but it is such good work in other ways that the vast discrepancies do not show.
These discrepancies show to my eyes because of the number of rock books to be found. How they could have missed them is impossible to conceive, the only deduction about it one can make is that they never looked for anything not primitive. The same reasoning applied to their other work leads to a vast mistrust of all their deductions, assumptions and conclusions. They are so evidently right on certain points; there is an Archeopterix fossil bird—the fossil came from a certain strata, and their methods of determining the age of the strata seem impeccable.
But, one thinks, if this is correct, how have they missed the wide trail of early man altogether, when there are so many and so various artifacts from pre-ice age eras?
This colored skull in their woodpile of primitive men of the past keeps cropping up, until one feels constrained to leave their work strictly alone as a curious set of contradictions based upon single incidents of finding single fossils.
No one investigating ancient ruins could fail to find the trail of the Cyclopeans and indeed they are mentioned in the encyclopedias. Yet our singularly capable fossil searchers find only the most primitive and revolting sort of traces of man, while the rock books show him to have been not a primitive until long after the moon-fall had stripped him of all his accumulated skills and left him stranded in the much later forests, dependent on his hand-made weapons.
Rock books show men using the gigantic reptiles as beasts of burden, hitched to huge flat wagons and tugging them through the swamps. Yet the fossil and bone reconstructionists show the age of reptiles as entirely empty of mankind.
Rock books show the seas swarming with amphibious men, and such reptiles as Plesiosaurs and similar huge Triassic creatures swimming in the same oceans. Just what they will do with all these contradictions other than ignore them I would like to see.
They have managed to ignore man altogether, so far. I suppose they can keep on as long as the moon stays up. After the next moon-fall it won’t matter, I guess.
This ancient Earth was man’s home. Back and back into smallness and bigness, back and back until the littlest people in their littlest gardens seem to be purely doll-like in their peculiar flexibility of limb and non-complexity of body. How to say this I really have to think—which is unusual for me.
While the seas swarmed with all the creatures the scientists have shown in their books, man was there, swimming in the oceans, damming the rivers, farming the swamps, and bridging the voids to the stars.
How can they ignore him? How can they be so wise about a mindless sea monster or a featherless and wingless bird, and yet be so stupid about man himself. There is a curious discrepancy here which makes all their work utterly suspect and valueless to one who really wants to know how it all was.
So, in spite of one’s love for universities and ivy-clad towers of ivory, one can only dream of pounding some blind pedant over the head with a rock book, saying “See, you missed the whole point of the story.”
What has really been going on in all this compilation of modern wisdom is a sad, slavish kowtowing to some repression we should know about and don’t. What has really been going on is a hiding of all the vast technology of the past ages, a “classified” information sort of thing that has resulted in leaving out all the essential information we need most today. We need most to know the moon has been unstable in the past, and we have been denied that information. We need most to know just how the ancient civilizations got ready for the moon-fall that was known and inevitable. We need most to know just how they built their space-craft and how to recognize the star-maps in the rock books.
All of this needed information has been denied us, and the very patient and able work of all these fine men of ours in determining the age of the strata and classifying the bones of the beasts goes for naught, is useless to man!
It all proves useless because it forms a totally false picture of the past. The picture is false because civilized man was there!
We need to know when the moon will fall again, no matter how sad the information may be to the many. We will at least be able to reach another planet with a few young couples, to plant the seed of our mutilated culture.
We need to know what is in those rock books and what went on in past civilizations. We do not really need to know much about the trilobites—they haven’t a lot to offer us.
Our pedantic organization of educators shielding us from all this essential information while they ply us with Triassics and Brontosaurs. . .is the true picture of education. How they got that way is an ugly story of repression in the near past. We need to know that story.
Some of them could tell us why this is so! That they do not tell us is precisely why one must refuse all their work, no matter how well done and correct it seems. It is as if they were in a court house witness chair, and their word proved false. All their testimony must be thrown out.
Yes, it is that bad.
No matter that they are so right on the age of the trilobite or the huge tyrannosaur. Civilized man was there, somewhere, and they have hidden the fact.
So it seems to me. But the thing the saboteurs of Earth life would have us believe is that all men are liars. I would like to hear from some of these repressed scientists willing to tell the truth about the repression of this side of the picture of the past.
Life on Earth may have grown by slow stages of evolutionary change into a great peak of glorious ability and wisdom in the great past, and has been sliding down the hill of devolution ever since the moon-fall (No. 1), but they have not noticed anything of the kind!
They have not noticed, either, too many great and important things about the past. We need very much to know the full truth about past civilizations.
How am I, alone, with nothing but evasions from all the world of scholasticism instead of help, to do all this work for our people? How am I to do the work they have so obviously left undone?
I can only point out the omissions and hope that this ancient Earth is given her just obituary notice before we all die of this same neglect of things most needful to us all.
Ancient man on this ancient Earth made his portraits cover whole continents. That the woman in the moon is not seen today cannot be wholly true. The men of this ancient Earth were space men, kings of space as well as sea kings in their own seas. That this is all quite unknown to all of science is simply not possible!
You don’t have to take my word for this curious lie still with us from the dark, dark ages after moon fall (Nos. 1, 3, 7, ?); you can check it all out for yourself just by making a good sound study of photos of the moon and of the Earth, and of aerial photos of Earth’s surface. They will all show the ancient track of giant man-work all over Earth.
Why do they hide all this from us poor laymen? That they do is evidenced by the fact I have had to write this book for you myself—they wouldn’t even look at a rock book. Why can’t they look a rock in the face?
There is some curious pontifical dictum against real wisdom on Earth, just as firm and idiotic today as it was in 1400 or whatever year you pick—take the year Galileo was imprisoned for his telescopic heresies.
This curious rule of idiotic repression of all knowledge is still in effect! They still want to keep us ignorant today! And right now some agent-provocateur of violent discord is exhorting some University group to burn a library, just as if there was some really useful wisdom in the library.
Provocateurs are active in our riots, and in our university troubles today. With the First World War the University of Heidelberg nearly perished. With the Second World War and Hitler’s takeover of Germanic education, Heidelberg did perish utterly as a real university.
The repression of all mention of the real age of man upon Earth and his representation as a simpleton with a club is part and parcel of this violence and destruction that comes sooner or later to all libraries and all colleges on Earth. Such destruction is not baseless, pointless coincidence, it is planned sabotage of Earth’s mind.
The repression of information about past civilizations on Earth is an old conspiracy, to keep the technology of the past civilization in the heads of a few. This is what the professors have been bowing to in repressing their findings of information about ancient man. Some of them know consciously; most of them just do not know why it occurs.
It is no accident we have not had rock books translated and the needed information in them made available. It is an old, old conspiracy of monopoly on Earth.
Today, we need to know. We would know and be already out in space, making new homes for ourselves, to move out the whole populace when next the moon falters and starts downward.
Our abuses are ancient abuses, culminating today in polluted oceans, scummy with oil slicks, and our death from pollution is only decades away.
We must have the information NOW, while there is yet breath and energy in us to use it. I think it may be too, too late. It may be that our repressors are already boarding the “secret” UFO on their way to greener pastures than those of Earth which they have so long despoiled and dirtied and destroyed.
These repressors of vital needed information must be got round, must open up and tell. We must know what can be done with the ancient wisdom of the Ancient Earth.
It is now or never for the people of Earth. We do not have time for even one more war, or one more “crusade for holy Church”, or one more crucifixion of a harmless holy man.
We just do not have time for any more nonsense. The pedants must be shown the error of their repressions, and not by long-haired students shouting “Freedom” but by men who know what and why they must be shown what is needful on Earth.
If any such exist, let them come forth. There isn’t much use hiding—we all face future extinction of the race.
We are an ancient, ancient people upon this abused Earth. We inherit the know-how to go on living, and it is torn from us by so many plots and stratagems there is no listing them.
We have been sliding down a ladder of abuse from a “secret” group of saboteurs, “the agents of ignorance”. It is time we stopped sliding, and took a grip on reality, and abandoned the trilobites to their dark extinction before we join them on an Earth blighted of all life.
There was far more in the past of this ancient civilized world than sea monsters and dinosaurs. Man was there, building strange and lovely homes and damming the rivers and lengthening the canals all over the world. He was there, burrowing vast tunnels through the deepest bedrocks that any geologists ever “classified”. And it seems “classified” is the proper word.
We must know all about him, and they must work at the job of finding out and cease forever this classifying of all information about man himself.
We have to know all about this ancient man on this ancient Earth. It is a matter of survival. Without that knowledge of the ancient peoples alive once again, we cannot survive in the sea of troubles building up ahead.
Now we have the books of ancient man, the true history of the earliest times of life on Earth, and we must read these books or die trying. It is more probable that man will become another extinct mammal in the list of the extinct species than that he will not.
We must learn ancient man’s answers to the problems that plague us to death. His answers were “evolved” over the millions of years in periods that the “scientists” tell us were empty of men. There was nothing there but a half-ape creature learning to use a club, they tell us literally. Just as literally, they are either lying or too lazy to bend over and pick up a stone.
If you don’t think they are lazy, just study a series of photos of rocky landscapes and notice how very many of them show traces of gigantic ruins, and how very many of them show huge and very obvious pictorial work of a high type. Then try to excuse the people who so vociferously devote their life to research—devote lives of work to telling us all about the past.
Their kind of past contains no ruins and no men. According to them, Egypt was the first great civilization. Yet the Cyclopean ruins are all over the world and quite well known and never mentioned!
They are never mentioned except casually in an encyclopedia or two, never dug, and the artifacts of their life here that litter the stone fields of the world have never been mentioned, so far as I know, by one of those indefatigable workers in the vineyard of pre-history!
Explain this if you can.
Any series of photos of the moon shows very clearly the huge pictorials and letterings on the moon, yet they are not noticed by the many, many scientists who spend lifetimes as “selenologists” or some other fancy word for not working.
How are we to know anything about the antiquity of man upon this Earth if we fail to mention his most obvious presence on the moon and in space? How are we to learn about the past if it is closed and monopolized, classified secret?
How am I to speak of the antiquity of Earth if all the past scientists of Earth have had their real findings suppressed and substitute lies placed in the books instead.
The Bible, if you study it for traces of such work, does show peculiar fragmentations and lapses, and Genesis and Exodus are peculiarly brief.
Genesis was once an account of how the “Gods” or a “God” shaped and molded and built and created artistically on Earth, the sort of powers he used and what his tools were like.
Exodus was once an account of the evacuation of Earth before the moon struck, describing space ships and choosings and lotteries to determine who was to go and who to stay.
All of the real picture of the past was obliterated from the Bible long ago and substitute writings inserted.
How are we to remedy all that carefully done work of wiping out the trail of the past of mankind and substituting the present Biblical account of the beginnings?
I can tell you where and how to find the true Bible and replace its original content, but I cannot do it for you. Neither can I trace completely the whole picture of antiquity of civilization on Earth, but I can try. I can at least show you how it ought to look. If they do not compile and publish a new set of wordy lies designed to hide the truth of their negligence and monopoly of the things from the previous civilizations.
We must know that the moon fell upon Earth and when it is going to fall again. This has to be got ready for, and every man and nation has to cooperate in such an effort if it is going to be successful. You can’t do this by pretending that the moon is classified because it has pictures on it.
You can see them if you try. You can see that ancient man reached the moon and casually painted portraits all over it…if you look. You don’t really need the scientists to tell you about something as big as the moon. You might even reason out for yourself that the moon has fallen on Earth and even rolled on the surface of Earth by the abraded track the falls left on the moon’s side. A girdle of abrasions circles the equator of the moon, just where they should be, as “science” puts it.
Craters, they tell us, from meteorites of large size.
Maybe they are all craters, and when the moon touched Earth it didn’t roll and abrade like worn ball bearings abrade. Maybe. . .but I won’t believe it if our present-day repressive “science” swears on a stack of their Holy Bibles a mile high.
That they have lied is rather obvious. In the past they lied for fear of the church. What they fear today is something else, something it is not at all honorable to face. It is a perforated honor they uphold and that we bow to—the honor of our scientific world of monopolists. It is as abraded an object, that honor, as the face of the moon where it struck Earth.
A science without honor and without value is what they have given us from our dark subjugated past.
Those scientists who do not try to right this ancient evil, who do not try to once again put the face upon the moon and upon themselves, have no face. No honor, and no backbone and no science. For the real science of Earth lies about ignored as “stones” all over the Earth, and they are apparently too fearful and too involved in the ancient wrongs to bend over and pick up a few.
So you want me to tell you of this ancient Earth. How can I when all my being burns in an endless indignation toward all the righteous upright lies and evasions and weak-spined shilly-shallying I have run into trying to get just one scientist to do something with these ancient libraries of wisdom.
Out of my poverty I must weave miracles of rejuvenation over the lovely fabric of the real past of man, and tell it all to you, back to the first mer who swam in the rolling surf and slid joyfully down the blue sides of the breakers. Am I to do it all by myself, without one helping hand from all those mortar boards I have looked up to all my life, until I found they had never dirtied their soft hands with even one lowly stone?
If you want to know your science, then study the Piltdown skull scandal, and rejoice. They finally found that they had been duped about one jawbone!
They’ve been duped about all the skulls—none of them are pertinent!
Man was NOT a lowbrow, but with a higher brow than now, even when he swam the oceans and breathed water!
So how can any of their skulls be correct reconstructions, even when their finding in the strata is accurate? They aren’t pertinent, for they form a false picture of the past!
Man was there, when the trilobites were not extinct, and the seas teemed with vast bodied carnivores. Man was there, with tools and ships and sealing wax and Lords and Kings and courts.
Don’t let them tell you differently. If you have a doubt, just study some photos of the moon. They can’t lie the lady off the moon. And if you want to know what she means by kissing a Cyrano de Bergerac nose, ask any layman and he will tell you that in those days they rubbed noses because they knew that kissing strangers was unsanitary.
And he would be much more right than all the wordy evaders of truth.
Profile behind profile, amphibious man placed his ranks and his beauty and his vitals of strength and courage in rows like an army in files. You can’t miss him—all you have to do is look for him. And there he is, multitudinous, perfect, impossibly complex; such marvelous art, worked on and in the rocks.
Deep-carved or lightly engraved, projected magically into the stone or carefully modeled over the whole surface, the kinds of it are nearly as numerous as the mers themselves were.
As one learns that the lights and shadows of modeling complex forms were child’s play for them, one realizes they were sculpturally masters. Perhaps many books were just that—child’s play books. I puzzled and delighted over Puss-in-Boots in the “stone age” version.
You see, you do not have to go to Greece to dig a ruin. You can do it in your own area quite successfully, if you are so inclined.
The ruins stick out of the landscape so numerous, so vast, so ever-present they would seem available to anyone with any access to the outdoors anywhere!
Yet our generations of antiquarians and the generations of them in the last century have chased their concept of an early man as a primitive around and around like, “The ragged robbers ran around the rugged rocks,” in the typing exercises I didn’t do.
And all the while the rugged rocks were themselves the everlasting remnants of early man. . .“in situ”, as the antiquarians would say it. Vast boulders of blue granite in which the veinings are little human figures swimming forever in their ocean of blue granite are not only not impossible to find, THEY ARE IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO FIND, if one looks!
Much of this rock is “Sea People” rock.
Excerpt from The Ancient Earth – Its Story In Stone