Sometimes life lets you travel that road that is all paved and pleasant and easy. Then there is the day you accidentally veer off onto the road less traveled. Pot holes, wrong way directions, lots and lots of bumps. *Sigh*
My brain has been taking me so many places lately. As I wrote before, the interests of my mind took me many places in college. I think I officially changed my major about 4 or 5 times, at least. And I would travel those majors until my curiosity was satiated and I could comfortably walk away. One of my biggest mistakes was taking a few electives that sounded fun and I’d be off on another adventure. That’s how I found Anthropology and from that, Archeology. And that was the rabbit hole I found the most comfortable. I minored in Biblical Archeology and I could not understand how everyone was not a Christian. Ha-Ha. But I loved Anthropology because for me, it was history I could touch. I majored in Ancient History at one point and Anthropology was a perfect segue into archeology. Besides, the names of all those Egyptian dynasties rattled my brain and try as I might, memorizing them became a nightmare. I tried, but they all melded into one Ramses or another. I just could not keep them straight. But anthropology? I learned about the cultures of peoples and names were easier to connect to a people, a culture.
Imagine my surprise today when I read about an archeological discovery that was able to debunk the story of the Exodus in the Bible. Dates, places, names. They are stories, legends. They are not historical records. The ancestry of entire swaths of Jewish people around the world are now in question. The great lineage of Aaron and the Priesthood – turns out the roots are Caananite, not Israelites. Hmmm….
And so my night was long. So long. In the evening, my husband and I delved into uncharted waters on YouTube until our heads were pounding and the questions multiplying. What is the solution to that? Chef Ramsey, of course! What other mind-numbing thing can you escape into other than pan-seared scallops, beef Wellington, and the dreaded food taste test? Yes, I love Chef Ramsey, in his many, many manifestations. I adore his show where he cooks at home with his kids, and his travel show with two other friends as they traverse Europe and discover new ways of cooking, arguing, and enjoying life. It is nice to watch him relax and totally laugh. Of course he lets loose when he gets to dump mashed potatoes and gravy on rookie chefs who cannot taste onions in a potato puree! LOL! It is a great escape from all the truth bombs I am having thrown at me on the daily.
One of the weirdest things I saw on a video is where they lay the ley lines on a flattened earth map. The fibonacci pattern is there for all to see. And how the fibonacci pattern is everywhere in nature. Even pineapples display it! The patterns is in so many plants. Our DNA has fibonacci all over it. And as I watched that simple act of laying those mystical ley lines on the earth’s surface, this sense of peace, belonging, and joy came over me. I got choked up. Not kidding.
I have always loved folklore and history. The books I dove into as a kid, the stories I loved the best, were all mythical in orientation. The first set of books I owned were Mary Stewart’s King Arthur series. I loved them so much and read them until they were torn and in pieces. It captured my imagination and I escaped into another realm in another time. It was good for me.
Prior to Mary Stewart, I read a lot of books about horses as a young girl. But once I discovered mythology and folklore, I was hooked. A favorite of mine, that I read to my boys out loud, was “The Scottish Chiefs” by Jane Porter. The illustrations are gorgeous. They inspire you, and her vocabulary was just delicious. (As weird as that may sound). From there, we moved on to the Narnia books, and the Lord of the Rings books. My boys devoured them. It has instilled a love affair with all things JRR Tolkien. Our middle son is still in love with them, through college and into adulthood. He now shares that love with his own children. Such a blessing.
As I have delved into more adult folklore and mythology, I read the first few books of the infamous, or famous, TV series, “Game of Thrones,” by George RR Martin. In those books, there are elements of mythology that are perhaps more reality than our modern minds can process. And this is where my brain is exploding right now. So much of what we thought was accurate historical record, was not. There are things that somehow are missing. We can sense it; we can feel it. Ever come across some amazing architecture and scratch your head, wondering how on earth that was created “way back then” with just chisels and wooden tools, with no power tools? Yeah; me too. An amazing building surrounded by modern marvels that was not razed to make room for them? Why did they save it? What else was there before our current memory? Have you seen photos of the past World’s Fairs? Boggles the mind. Or photos of things dated PRIOR to photography supposedly being invented? There are those, too.
Why are there things that boggle the mind around without an explanation? Where did the deposit of knowledge of these things go? Was it erased from our collective conscious? Why? Was the world really all that primitive generations ago, or was it more in line with Game of Thrones or Tolkein’s works? Would it be mind-blowing to learn entire continents were renamed because the world’s elite did not want us to know what has come before us? Why? I am diving deep these days and experiencing all the symptoms of cognitive dissonance. Headaches. Stress. Disbelief. Anger. Ugh. Want to come with me?
Research Tartaria. Align it with Ukraine and Russia. Look at what we always assumed was “Greco-Roman” Architecture. How did a city like Salt Lake City in Utah get discovered and within a few years have these amazing buildings already in use? Where were all those wagon trains going? Did they really build wooden towns? Who discovered the west? Was it already up and functioning? Why are there complex “greco-roman” styled buildings in remote Cambodia and Viet Nam? Why are there Tartarian cities in remote South American jungles? What, truly, is our past? I’m looking and searching all over the internet and discussing with other people who are discovering lots of new information. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks??
For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed; and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.Luke 8:17