posted on Aug, 30 2009 @ 10:48 PM
I agree with you. This has been one of my larger fights with people, when it comes to defining perceptions.
People today, mistakenly think that the mindsets and perceptions of the ancients where somehow in line with ours today. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!
Ancient cultures had a very unusual split within their societies. Most were ignorant beyond description. Most didn't know what day it was, what time
it was, what month it was, or what end was up generally. They had to be told what to do, like children.
The priests, and learned men of science, dictated everything. They had the power, and they wielded it, with brutal ferocity. Capitulation and
sacrifice was the rule. ( sort of like it is today! )
When I look at artifacts of long gone societies, I try very hard to understand what it was like to live in their paradigms. More often than not, it
isn't possible, because I already know too much. I know as much if not more than, most of the high priests of their day. Placing myself in the shoes
of the hapless stupid common citizen of 3000 years ago, isn't a fit I can make. So I am left wondering.
What did the lower common denominator think that the sun was? What were the clouds? What was the blue of the sky? Where did the blue go at night? What
were the stars? Why did it rain some days, and not others? What caused the wind? What was thunder and lightening? What caused the ground to tremble
and open up? Why did volcanoes explode? What happens to me when I die?
The common person didn't know any answers to anything.
They slept at night in their dirty little cramped abodes, arose with the dawn, ate, labored until dusk, went home to a family, ate a main meal, and
did the whole thing over again the next day, not even knowing what day it was.
Their place was to labor for the good of the culture, making sacrifices when told to, and to honor and not question the authority over them. ( sort of
like today! )
Why civilizations for eons, broke their backs to build titan sized stone monuments to some living god or ruler without question, or fair
compensations, is a mystery.
In a way, it makes me think of the futility of it all, just as Conan the Barbarian toiled his young life away in an endless laborious circle on the
"Wheel of Woe".
Most Egyptians didn't live to see 25 years old. Generation after generation toiled on the pyramids, dying with out seeing it's completion. They must
have wondered if it would ever be finished. Their own Wheel of Woe so to speak. Endless labor, and sacrifice for the living God Pharaoh.
The cultures who had to have human blood to appease a God, and maintain universal balance of nature, totally mystifies me. For thousands of years, an
endless cycle of premature death, all to satisfy some privileged moron dressed up in gold and feathered finery. Once the sacrifices no longer
delivered, and their world died before their eyes, only then did they finally revolt, and change their thinking.
(Which is what we are sort of facing today!)
Dr. Zahi Hawass is so afraid of anything that might fly in the face of his professed expertise, and undermine his credentials that he refuses to
address any other
explanations other than his own. Geesh, talk about a huge ego?
I haven't a whole lot of respect for him lately. He has shown himself to be really anal about any new ideas that come along.
I went to see the Anasazi ruins in 1994, and was able to see through the smoke screen diatribe of the park guide. My immediate impressions, were that
these people were trying to hide from something. They had watch towers everywhere, and line of sight to the tribe, so that they could signal them when
trouble was coming. What was it?
These people went to extraordinary efforts to make themselves inaccessible and hidden from view.
Who or what was after them? What drove them out or killed them off?
When they left, they dropped everything in it's place. Why? They disappeared forever. No answers as of yet! Strange stuff.