Saturday, January 31, 2015

Galactic Central by Robert Duncan-Enzmann


Galactic Central

Senator Rogers was not technologically indicated, but he was a man of vast experience in the public domain. He was able to address and mollify the fads in opinion, which year after year in wave after wave of fashionable concern swept over the legislature. He was able to address in a lumbering way issues which really were important to his immediate constituents, national welfare, general human welfare, and his own re election - in that order, except for the last item. Rodgers was a politician with a sense of humor, and basically rather intelligent.

Senator Rodgers was on a tour of what was called Galactic Central. The United States, ever alert to technological systems, was the host to Galactic Central, even as it was host to United Nations Headquarters. Galactic Central was situated in the center of North America, east of the Rocky Mountains, and with a view of them. The buildings situated about the airports and spaceports of Galactic Central commanded a magnificent view, toward the west - the Rockies, toward the East the vast wheat lands, Southward the high plains, and Northward toward Old Fort Collins ranges, massifs, and beautiful basins between. The views were most impressive seen from the air, and yet beautiful from the ground. There is a freshness in the air of that part of the continent. On clear days after spring rains the Spanish Peaks are visible at distances of over 100 miles. 

Senator Rodgers was not unkind, was forever alert to the possibilities of appearing in a favorable light both on a humanistic level and as an intelligent skeptic, nevertheless devoted to real progress. On the way to the aerospace called Galactic Central, he stopped at the Ladybug farm. The environmentalists were delighted, so were the mass of nature lovers in the nation.

Ladybug Farm was what its title suggested; a place where ladybugs were raised. The Senator posed with experts at the farm, who demonstrated to the public great masses of ladybugs gathered together in a sphere about the size of a basketball. These harmless, helpful, and attractive little creatures winter that way. It was a five minute visit on film, but the public was enthralled. 

In earlier years he had studied, and legislatively protected, the migrating routes of useful and beautiful butterflies. He had addressed the plight of solitary bees - bees which live alone rather than in swarms, and which have much to do with the colorful plants and flowers that sweep across the North American prairies. He also played a major part in stopping the invasion of the fire ants; this alone would, after decades, save billions of dollars.

An Old Veteran of an Unpopular Cause

Yes, that is what Grandpa was. He had fought in a cause that was unpopular. He was stubborn, old, not as strong as he used to be, and at odds with most of the medias' artfully contrived and endlessly harped-upon news about the wickedness of "The Cause." In truth, most of the public was more or less sympathetic to the likes of Grandpa, in spite of the media. Senator Rodgers knew this. Senator Rodgers was a big enough man to enter such situations, and an enormous segment of his public loved him for it. 

Grandpa and Sandy sat daily at a booth within the vast complex of Galactic Central. It was a small enterprise offering a few maps, pamphlets, and a few magazines and souvenirs. It was no accident that Security had not removed them when the Senator came through; nor was it an accident that the Senator took the secondary road into the base to the booth where Grandpa eked out a living of sorts. 

Senator Rodgers stopped at the booth. He bought a souvenir, looked at a guide map  prepared by a friend of Grandpa's - pronouncing it clear, informative, and attractive. He spoke for a moment with Sandy, the old veteran's granddaughter, and for a moment - only a moment - she looked cute on the media. The moment ended when the Senator said to Grandpa:

"A magnificent effort, America and the World will never forget…"

The rest was never heard. The wonders of media electronics swung into action. Fish-eye lenses expanded Grandpa's face into a grotesque "mug," with his mass of brown-stained, stumped, decaying teeth all too visible. Tilting lenses twisted the lines of the Emporium from the vertical - Gramps swayed backwards then settled forwards. Those wonderful electronic devices modulated Grandpa's voice such that it was crooked, brayed, and rasped like a drunkards; not a sentence could be understood. 

"You know, one of those little accidents in transmission."

A flash view of nine year old Sandy was foreshortened. This thickened her knees, fattened her legs, and expanded a view up her miniskirt.

"These things happen all the time - transmission difficulties."

Nevertheless, Senator Rodgers had scored. Old veterans, their sons, admiring grandsons, and everyone close to them were delighted with Grandpa. They saw with their hearts, not with the eyes of the media. They loved the Senator, to be sure he did suspicious things, but his heart had to be in the right place if he stopped with an old vet like that and talked knowingly with him. The detractors were, on their part, irritated with the Senator; but not overly, they were pleased with the revolting view.

"One could see what such people were really like."

The cavalcade of Honorable Senator Rodger's rolled on toward the Master Control room of Galactic Central. The media was in a technological paradise. Faces were electronically shaped as watermelons that stood on end or sideways, features were blacked out, whitened out, or distorted. The - well - Azure fields of grain boiled brown and seasick green. Majestic purple mountains looked brownish yellow, clouds pulsed vermilion above them, white buildings, twisted from the vertical and contorted by multiple vanishing points, throbbed visibly under pulsating pea-soup skies.

The life of a politician is hazardous. Many of his very shrill constituents were totally opposed to anything technological. Many more of them were totally enamored with technology. It is hard to please everyone. Imagine a drive into an aerospace center fraught with political involvement, with demolition derby and sports fans on one hand, and on the other the appreciators of avant-garde art and theater. Senator Rodgers was not hostile. He had, just some months ago, visited a Museum of Modern Art and commented in all honesty while looking at an interesting painting: 

"Some of that way out stuff . . "

"You know something, these over here kinda get me. I like them, the really are pretty good." 

He meant it too, you could tell by his voice. The Senator was of that rare breed; really open minded and always willing to at least take a look, or listen, to see what was going on.

A Tour of Galactic Central

"Oh! Come on!" exploded the Senator,good naturedly. "I'm no scientist, but I know like all school kids that the Sun is only on the edge of the Milky Way."

"Say," asked the Senator, "the Milky Way is a galaxy, isn't it?"

This was more for his public than for himself. He wanted them to understand. The engineers of Galactic Central, forewarned, immediately brought out a display of the Milky Way, and the position of the Sun and the Earth in it.

"So, right here?" said Senator Rodgers questioningly, then continued, "But, we are so small. The galaxy is so large. Does that line say it is 100,000 light years across the Milky Way? Hey, you expanded that picture. You really expanded that picture of where our space probes and ships have gone. On this big map it looks to me that at 100 light years we are only one part in a thousand of the way across the Galaxy." 

The Senator was truly interested in the vastness of what he was observing. He turned again to the great image. 

"Now, why do you call this place Galactic Central?"

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Mysterious Cities: Catalhöyük and Underground Cappadocia


The world is full of mysteries and wonders from ages long gone that have faded into the mists of once upon a time. Remnants of those times dot the planet, decorate cave walls, and sit silent under the depths of the sea. Occasionally, if we ask the right questions, and really look, we can lift the veil of mystery a bit and catch a glimpse of the cultures that created such resilient structures and images. Duncan-Enzmann has done that here, shedding light on two seemingly unrelated mysteries. And with what we learn about them, we can look with different eyes at many other vestiges of ancient peoples.

Catalhöyük 

Catalhöyük was a Neolithic settlement in southern Anatolia (“land where the sun rises”), modern-day Turkey. It existed from ca. 7500 to 5700 BC. The settlement rises sixty-five feet above the surrounding plain. It is the largest and best-preserved Neolithic site found to date. Cappadocia’s underground cities were built thousands of years later, around 1000 BC, under the ground in eastern Anatolia. One of these cities was large enough to shelter 20,000 people.  

Cappadocia
These two ancient places share a mystery, yet Catalhöyük is built like a honeycomb, all connected together, with entrances to the houses on the rooftops, and Cappadocia’s underground cities span miles, connected by tunnels. They look as different as two cities can look. They are not even occupying the same strata of earth. So what is it that these two places share? 

The people who built Catalhöyük and Cappadocia had an impressive understanding of caves. This is knowledge they inherited from millennia before, passed on to them from people who learned about caves at Lascaux, ca. 16,000 BC. This is what links these two ancient wonders together. The people who built them both had to know about caves. This leads us to a couple of questions. 

The first question is: If you were standing at the mouth of a cave in the winter, which way would the air be flowing?  It would flow out of the cave; caves are underground where it is warm, and warm air rises, so it would flow out of the cave through the opening on the surface. 

It is curious how the houses at Catalhöyük are built – connected, with rooftop entrances. Why would they build them like that? The city was a fortress, the manner of construction made it easier to protect the homes. But that is not the only reason. Honeycombing them together, sharing walls, is efficient for heat. Ventilation is facilitated even in the inner houses by rooftop doors. We have a huge fan in the top floor ceiling of our house to exhaust the heat that collects there. Just as it does in caves, the air flows up and out.     

The second question is: What happens to soft volcanic ash when it is exposed to air? It solidifies into very hard rock. This is why the wondrous cities under the ground at Cappadocia could be built – if built is the right word. Inquiries as to why build them this way are raised here as well. It must have been more work than building shelters above ground would have been. 

Duncan-Enzmann’s historic timeline shows us that for millennia the proto-European culture watched the skies, notating their observations with symbols we still use today. They created planter’s calendars to predict the seasons and allow horticulture to thrive. Every advancement in their observations improved the calendar, and improved the lives of all the people. They knew when winter was coming and could prepare not only food stores, but clothing and shelter as well. What may surprise you is that they also knew when the next Ice Age was coming. Today, the Milankovitch cycles explain when and why our world freezes and thaws. Our ancestors also knew about these cycles, and they constructed underground cities to survive the iron cold temperatures, which could be fifty below zero for months, plus wind chill factor. It is warmer under the earth. 

Another clever engineering feat at Cappadocia are the tubes that run from the surface through six to as much as forty feet of rock into the underground dwellings. They are small round tubes about 4” in diameter. Here we must go back to the cave in winter, and picture the heat rising out of the mouth. The entrances to the underground cities are large, and the air flows easily. As it flows out, more must come in from somewhere. The tubes in the rock allow fresh air from the surface to flow into the dwellings. But – isn’t it cold up there? It was, but rocks are warm underground. So as the air flows through the tubes it is heated by the rock. The culture that lived in these homes had fresh, warmed air all winter. 

Our planet is covered with mysterious structures. Theories abound as to their origin and purpose; perhaps with the information Duncan-Enzmann has contributed we can look more carefully at them and see what actually could have been. Our ancestors were very, very clever; they survived Ice Ages. Could you?

First published in the Working Tools Magazine

About Symbologist Michelle Snyder

Michelle earned her post-graduate degree at the University of Wales, decoding prehistoric images, mythology, folklore, and fairy tales and tracing them to their roots. She is an author, columnist, publisher, artist, and teacher. Her artwork, inspired by her love of symbolism and folklore, has appeared in galleries from Massachusetts to California. Michelle is co-owner of White Knight Studio.
Books by Michelle, available at Amazon:


     Non-fiction:


Symbology ReVision: Unlocking Secret Knowledge  
Symbology: Hidden in Plain Sight
Symbology: My Art and Symbols 
Symbology: Fairy Tales Uncovered 
Symbology: Decoding Classic Images 
Symbology: World of Symbols 
Symbology: Secrets of the Mermaids

 






 Fiction: 
NEW!!! The Fairy Tales: Once-Upon-A-Time Lessons, first book

 










A Tale of Three Kingdoms: Book One - The Lost Unicorn


 








A Tale of Three Kingdoms: Book Two - The Lost Mermaid













Monday, January 26, 2015

The Lady of the Lake, a verisimilitude


The Making of a Legend
Mythologies, fairy tales, legends, and folklore all have their roots in history. Oral tradition and picture language have been used for millennia to record knowledge and historic events. They evolved into the stories we have today. If one knows how to see the pieces that are there, much can be learned. Arthurian literature is no different. 

One of the most popular and endearing legends in the Arthurian arena is the Lady of the Lake. Perhaps it is because she is a female, or a water spirit, or the bringer of power and hope; whatever the reason, the Lady who created the most famous sword in history still touches our hearts and imagination with her magic. 

To decode the real events which spawn legends is sometimes to shatter the magic we hold so dear. But there is power in knowing, and so it is worth the price. She would have wanted us to know. So here is a story to tell the story of how the Lady came to be. An explanation of the history follows. 

The Ladies of the Iron Swords 

For 1200 years they blocked the Mediterranean. No one, and no thing got through without their permission. No food, spices, fabric, tools, or most importantly, no tin. Without tin we could not make bronze weapons to arm our soldiers, to try and free up the trade routes that we needed to sustain our lives. People were dying. Generations passed.

Then, in the farms of the north lands an observation was made on a bitter cold winter night by a mother tending her fire. She had collected enough peat from the bogs to get them through the harsh winter, and now peat was blazing in the hearth, the flames warming the cottage. Bellows blew gusts of air at the flames to help the fire rage against the cold. She sat close to the warmth. Gazing at the fire sort of dreamily, she noticed something oozing slowly out of the peat where the air from her bellows enraged the flames. It was making a little pile on the bricks below as the flames consumed it; drip, drip, drip. A small rivulet formed, and as it trickled away from the flame it cooled and hardened.

That is when it all changed. Great fires were made, and the drips were collected and given to the blacksmith. Iron was strong - stronger than bronze. Soon men stood at the forge, pounding it into great swords and other tools. They were used by the king’s men, the knights, to clear away the blockade that choked access to the Mediterranean. These great men became legends, heroes of their time. Stories were told about them as families sat around the hearth and soaked up the warmth of the peat fires. They told of dire battles, and great victories. They told of desperate attempts to rescue beloved wives and daughters from the fortresses of the enemy.

The greatest of these legends tell of a wondrous lady, a goddess of the lake. It was her, they say, that gave us the magnificent swords used by the kings and knights in the battle for free trade. She raised a great sword from the peat bogs of the north, and handed the magical weapon to our beloved king; it is said he never lost a battle as long as he held Excalibur. Many tools of these brutal battles were provided by the great Lady of the peat bogs.

To insure her continued blessing, and assure the abundant supply of the iron that the swords were made of - swords that were harder than the bronze of the enemy - the knights pledged to return their sword to the Lady when they retired. It was an honorable tradition. Give back what you were given, so others could receive when they were in need.

The kings men and the iron swords cleared away the enemy, and it was the end of the 1200 year long blockade of the Mediterranean Sea, but the battle against a brutal determined enemy continued. We took all that was left and moved toward England. All 12 kings that could still call themselves kings, and all their people, gathered together to create a strategy to do two things: to retrieve their women and daughters from the barns of the enemy, and to regain control of their fallen kingdoms. 

The bravest most determined men were knighted. And to assure equality between the kings, a great round table was their meeting place; a table with no head. Here they met, broke bread together, planned their adventures, and gathered to celebrate victories. Some of the greatest legends in history grew out of the stories told by these knights of the Round Table as they battled the Huns. Many died trying to find and rescue the "Grail," the princesses of the North. A pact had been made, and an oath had been sworn. Women and children first. Save the women and children. Without them a kingdom dies.

So the Lady of the Lake helped them with magnificent iron weapons, and they honored her by returning what was hers when they were finished. She blessed them as they honored their women, cherished their daughters, and rescued the captured. Finally, a relative peace came upon the land. The Great Lady returned to the water. Maybe one day we will need her again; there is no end to the bitter conflict. Many still die, or disappear. We have made great strides in our technology, battle styles have evolved. But they are still the same; designed to reduce the population.

It is amazing what we can know just by observing a fire in the hearth. Knowledge is a powerful ally, and a dangerous friend. It is able to make life better for a whole planet. Yet some would try to be in control of it all - so others who "know" must be eliminated. We must remember the gift of the Lady of the Lake. Our weapons may be different, but our pact and oath is the same. Our enemy is the same. We hope fortune favors our knights.  

Above is a verisimilitude about the history of the fall of the tin blockade that choked the Mediterranean for centuries. The enemy was successful in holding off any trade or travel that required crossing the sea, the most accessible route, by placing sentries with armies at four locations. Their bronze production supplied weapons to the army who maintained vigilant watch for centuries, until iron was discovered in the north by the Celts. Then iron weapons were supplied to the freedom fighters and they broke the stranglehold, freeing up the trade routes. Great stories were told, and scattered records were preserved with oral tradition; the history of this time was destroyed, deconstructed, and rewritten. But it survives in the tales of Arthur, and in fairy tales from Avalon and the woods and sea of Ireland, Scotland, and the dark forests of Germany. It is there, if you can see.


About Symbologist Michelle Snyder

Michelle earned her post-graduate degree at the University of Wales, decoding prehistoric images, mythology, folklore, and fairy tales and tracing them to their roots. She is an author, columnist, publisher, artist, and teacher. Her artwork, inspired by her love of symbolism and folklore, has appeared in galleries from Massachusetts to California. Michelle is co-owner of White Knight Studio.
     Books by Michelle, available at Amazon:

     Symbology:


Symbology ReVision: Unlocking Secret Knowledge  
Symbology: Hidden in Plain Sight
Symbology: My Art and Symbols 
Symbology: Fairy Tales Uncovered 
Symbology: Decoding Classic Images 
Symbology: World of Symbols 
Symbology: Secrets of the Mermaids

 

 Fiction: 
A Tale of Three Kingdoms: Book One - The Lost Unicorn


 




A Tale of Three Kingdoms: Book Two - The Lost Mermaid










The Fairy Tales: Once-Upon-A-Time Lessons First Book






Friday, January 23, 2015

Preview of "Ice Age Language," translations by R Duncan-Enzmann

A: Birth of a baby girl,  B: woman standing at weighted upright loom,  C: How to make shoes and boots
Ice Age Language is an introduction to the enormous number of Duncan-Enzmann's translations of inscriptions from the Paleolithic era, mostly by Magdalenian women ca. 12,500 BC. The stories told by these prehistoric records bring us knowledge of our ancestors previously unavailable. Decades of research and passion have resulted in a body of work that will surely change our understanding of history.

About the author: 

Dr. Robert Duncan-Enzmann worked in southwest Africa, and spent some winters in Greenland and Antarctica. He studied under Dr. Backlund, who in czarist Russia rented the Graff Zeppelin in 1931 to make aerial photographs of the coastlines of Siberia for Stalin. Enzmann was taught by Sir Aurel Stein, Erik Norin, and gleaned knowledge from the Manfred Richtenhofen group, which had mapped central Asia and China. Duncan-Enzmann spent years on foot researching southwest Africa, studying the Namib, Nama, Namaqua, and Skeleton Coasts. Excerpts from his resume give further evidence of an impressive breadth and depth of knowledge:
British Embassy School, Peking, China; WW II United States Navy Air Corps (USNAC); Arts Bachelor, Harvard; Science Bachelor Hon., London; Standard, Masters Science, Witwatersrand; National Science Scholarship; MIT course work; Royal Inst. Uppsala, Sweden; PhD/MD Cuidad Juarez, Mexico; Pacific Radar: Greenland Gap-filler, Canada Distance Early Warning (DEW)-line; Semi-Automatic Ground Environment (SAGE); Pacific Range Electromagnetic Signature Study (PRESS); California ATLAS, Ballistic Missile Early Warning System (BMEWS); Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile (ICBM); Kwajalein Atoll ICBM intercept; Target Resolution and Discrimination Experiment (TRADEX); Mars Voyager; Cryptography.
Excerpt from the introduction to Ice Age Language 
       A picture is certainly worth 1000 words; and returning to the Ice Age pictographs, at their best their combined art and narrative is worth much more than words. This is because the Paleolithic artists-authors not only instinctively understood techniques used in classical art; but at the same time had to write. The most interesting writings are chronicles. In this work I offer a translation of an annual mammoth hunt which certainly ranks as drama at its best.


Mammoth hunt - mother and baby mammoth
 And are we different today? In Ireland and across Celtic Europe paychecks are collected by wives who portion their husband’s allowances. Slavic Europe is epitomized by women who organize most things and are devoted to child welfare. My memories of Russia are of Babushkas whom I was escorting on the wintry sidewalks, stopping on the street to adjust a child’s hat, mittens and coat. And what of old Holland where it's so often said: they esteem their daughters more than their sons. Translations of the Magdalenian inscriptions tell us that the culture during the Bølling warm interval was skilled at weaving, insulated building, calendrics, astronomy, medicine, and map-making. Artifacts throughout Europe exhibit inscriptions of tools and methods of weaving.
These inscriptions tell of mothers and children, hearth and home, textiles and tools, hunting and fishing, health and medical, calendars and contracts. One of the most important points this author makes is that all writing begins with sequential arrays of symbols. This observation can be derived from the analyses of Magdalenian writings. In brief, writing began with a symbol. Major cardinals are recognizable images which show what the story is about. On a record of how to use a horse for food, clothing, etc, the outline of a horse is clearly visible. Inside the horse-cardinal are also calendrics and instructions, the when and how.
The translations of these image-stories tell us that the subject of Paleolithic writing was centered on textiles. These translations bring to us records of women making and trading textiles, and caring for their children. Much, indeed most, of the Magdalenian writings concern textiles; likely all of it written by women. Their writings show that the most personal and important modern comforts of home were invented and used well over 14,500 years ago. Long before we had electricity, today’s versions of heating, laundry, childcare, cooking, lighting - all of these necessities - existed in other forms. Most of what was written during the Bølling concerns the same kinds of things that are important to us today: textiles, seasons, childcare, cradles, diapers, and clothing.
We are not significantly different in our modern world. Standards in normal society are set by the women, and rightly so. Gimbuta's description of the Mother Goddess is a sociology with roots at least ten thousand years deeper than the old Europeans of Atlantic Europe, c. 4000 BC. Here, on scraps of ivory, bone, and stone is our own story. Consider the little that is translated, and from this imagine what our lives were like at Saut-du-Perron - at modern man’s technological dawn. And even now we work, build, discover, and improve, and soon wagon-trains to the stars will voyage out. Let the wagons roll!
Duncan-Enzmann writes: "Stories on some tablets remind me vividly of conversations with Hungarian novelist Koestler, only a few really appreciated him. We talked of fairy tales, legends, and fireside stories, agreeing that most were thousands, even tens of thousands of years old. To my knowledge he never wrote of this. It wasn't until recently that this information was published by Michelle Snyder, in Symbology: Decoding Classic Images."

Jay R Snyder, editor of Ice Age Language: Translations, Grammar, Vocabulary, available now at Amazon: 
Now available at Amazon: 


Translations of ice age inscriptions by Dr. Robert Duncan-Enzmann were compiled, edited, and published by J. Robert Snyder, White Knight Studio. It is an extraordinary look into our prehistoric past, with more than 1,000 extant ice age inscriptions from Gönnersdorf, Germany, ca. 12,500 BC, now translated to reveal their exquisite stories and hidden history.