Early attempts at networking?
Posted on 01/13/2007 3:00:37 PM PST by blam
Erratic boulders...they sure get around, sitting on top of a mountain in the USA and on an island off the coast of Scotland...for example:
http://www.oceanlight.com/lightbox.php?x=glacial_erratic_boulder__mountain_and_peak__natural_world
http://www.tireeimages.com/collections41.html
...but the pic I really like is the one below with the huge 'pothole' - how might that have happened?
http://www.fotolibra.com/gallery/image/?s=4681826&sid=21
I agree. The builders of Stonehenge may have used erratics...it's the glacial origin that's not convincing IMO.
A water vortex when it was part of a stream in it's past?
Where is "the following link"? I would like my brother to have his tested.
Go to my post #20, click on "Origins Of The British" then, go to the botton of that page and you'll see: "Anyone interested in knowing the identity and distribution of their male founding cluster as described in Stephen Oppenheimer's book "The Origins of the British" may use the following link to have their Y chromosome tested for this."
Click on the link provided there at the bottom on that page.
Ahhh, I was looking for the link at the bottom of your post, duh. :-)
Ahhh, I was looking for the link at the bottom of your post, duh. :-)
Early attempts at networking?
Probably full of demonic spirits, too. Brrr.
And my guess is that they're going to get "resolved" much to the original participants great chagrin ;o)
I believe demonic spirits are in places where evil reigns. Human sacrifice is a horrific evil. That may be why you felt the way you did.
MORE MORE!
The four of you have spiked my interest. (to understate.)
Excellent writing by the way.
I would love to hear more and if any others have made the visit- please divulge!
Cremation or sacrifice?
Depends on what you worship, doesn't it. In modern western society, we have the cult of Me, where the greatest sin is to limit anything "I" want. Abortions and euthanasia are sacrifices to this ethos.
Because Scotland is famously unhaunted. ;^)
I liked Stonehenge, felt it was a place where some sort of entertainment took place. Now with neighboring building sites emerging, I imagine it as some sort of Stonehenge MegaMall. Come to buy and sell, give thanks at the temple, catch a performance, quaff a mead, enjoy your stay. Ancient people had the same needs and desires that we have.
Not ridichlous. It's the same insanity as environmentalism, which is an attack on the basic elements of life in the name of humanism. They think that they can reach godhood through their manufactured worship.
In many ways modern environmentalism has become a religion for secularists who have abandoned traditional faiths. The logic seems to be that if we sacrifice some percentage of our economy to atone for our sins against "the earth" then the gods will allow the earth to be "saved" and the global warming will end.
Good point.
I arrived at Stonehenge with a traveling companion and we walked the well-worn visitor path around the great megaliths. Walking slowly on the path, we passed another couple who were chatting in muted voices. There were very few visitors due to the December season and the cold, windy weather that day. It was quiet, and only the sound of the wind disturbed the silence.
We had walked nearly half way around Stonehenge when I was drawn to look away from the stones into the distance of the surrounding plain. Soon it was all I thought about and Stonehenge was forgotten. To the aggravation of my companion, I turned outward off the visitor path and began to make my way alone across the uneven surface of the barren ground.
It was then that I felt the strong presence of something or someone nearby and glanced quickly once or twice to the side expecting to see someone approaching. I was alone and yet not alone. I had a strange compulsion to look only at the ground around my feet as if searching for something. When I finally looked up I was surprised at the long distance I had walked from the monument; seeing the great, gray stones of Stonehenge in the distance blending into the ashen, overcast sky.
During the solitary trek on the plain, I sensed great loneliness and desperate need. The feeling clung to me like a frightened child, separated from a parent, hugs the legs of a friendly adult for solace. It was very eerie and unsettling, but not threatening. Thinking back now on that time, the presence might have been imploring me to follow and bear witness, but there was nothing memorable in the low stubble of grasses on the cold ground.
While Stonehenge might have been an ancient place of unspeakable evil and terror, after my odd experience I don’t conclude the spiritual presence encountered was a demonic perpetrator of evil or the tortured soul of a victim. My intuition tells me it was one who dearly loved a victim, terrorized and murdered long ago, who walked beside me that day on Salisbury Plain to show me a grave they cannot bear to leave.
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