I have watched your outstanding Mycenaean Documentary, and it filled in a lot of the missing pieces of my research on connecting the Indus civilisation with the UK culture, especially the Manichaeans Church, which existed in the Atlantic Facade until the sixteenth century, as primarily Buddhist oriented.
The connections between King Cyrus, and King Asoka, through the Hittite-Akkadian Royalty, from Troy, were actually the eventual founders of Britain, (Prittan), and New Troy, ‘Try Novantae’...ie London.
It was concentrated in the Eire and the Scottish aisles with centres also on the east of Scotland, Aberdeenshire, in the prime pastoral lands, since King Brutus’ sons, Alban, was given the choice lands of present Scotland, ‘Alban’ to rule.
As for that Bronze Age collapse?
That was when the comet Venus had a close brush with the Earth, circa 2,000 BC.
a perfect Sunday morning read. My sympathies for your “dodgy tummy” - which in no way is a fitting description for your “constitutional breakdown”, I think that’s what you called it and It’s not only in that part of the world in which “Delhi belly” occurs. It is a well travelled ailment, with trade networks stretching far and wide. I was struck by a similarly energetic bout, although i was travelling around Meso-America - Belize & Guatemala (Mexico the previous year) visiting the vast and still expanding discoveries of the great Mayan culture and cities. My misfortune was to be ensconced in a tractor trailer on the way down a winding mountainside road to Lake Atitlán and the now busy town of Panajachel on its shore. This was in the 1990’s and was still virtually “un-touristy” due to its inaccessibility. The bus on which we were travelling was stopped at the top of the mountain road by a military checkpoint and the driver (& assistant who jumped off a usually moving bus to pay tolls - in actuality bribes, several times - on supposedly public roads) refused to take us any further. The military personnel had informed them of “Bandit activity” in the region - Freedom Fighters from an indigenous group which had never fully accepted rule by the Guatemalan government authorities, or “Terrorists” according to the Government - with this part of the country being a ‘hotbed’ of such activity. Fortunately (depending on how you look at it) a local coffee bean farmer happened to be trundling through the checkpoint and offered, without us asking and nor did he want payment, offered to give us a lift down into Panajachel. Anyway, it was during this unorthodox ride down a winding mountainside road that my ‘energetic’ malady reared its explosive and projectile vomiting head. Oh, what fun i had (gritted teeth smile emoji would on Facebook be here). However it was all worth it, as the eruption of my stomach - see what i did there, with the mountains being part of a volcanic landscape and Lake Atitlán itself an inwardly collapsed volcano crater - as my time there was absolutely fabulous and fascinating. The so-called “Bandit country” was in fact full of the most welcoming people, descended from the Maya, i have ever had the pleasure of meeting. And i’ve been all over the planet. At that time (1990’s) the area was still quite a difficult to get to part of the “backpacking” destination places and as such was without any ‘hotels’ or suchlike. The tradition was for town locals and around the area to offer “hospitalidad” (Spanish), whereby one would stay as a ‘guest’ in a vacant (mud-bricked with reed or wooden roof) room or seperate ‘building’ which faced inwards around the inner courtyard of the multi-occupant family residence. They also provided a bit to eat before bedtime - life slowing to a gradual halt with the coming darkness, there not yet being a constant supply of electricity. The sound of generators buzzing to power hanging lights and when they stopped, seemingly in unison across the town, it was time to stop, chat, and go to bed. Lovely. However the other side of that is the early, very early, wake up time : Sunrise. One became used to it though, in that part of the world. The gracious hosts also offered a delicious breakfast of a kind of yoghurt, sweet and fresh fruits and the ever-present STRONG coffee.
Sadly this experience is no longer available to witness or experience, with the aggressive onset of tourism and capitalism. I look online in dismay at what Lake Atitlán has become.
So, yes, i very much enjoyed your telling of your experiences in the Indus Valley. I can’t help hearing your voice in my head as i read, also being a viewer of your Utube channel.
Such a shame that we don’t as yet have the ability to read their language, yet. Also the degradation of the sites from being exposed to the elements. We can’t have it both ways though.
Yes, great stuff again, Mr Kelly.
I have watched your outstanding Mycenaean Documentary, and it filled in a lot of the missing pieces of my research on connecting the Indus civilisation with the UK culture, especially the Manichaeans Church, which existed in the Atlantic Facade until the sixteenth century, as primarily Buddhist oriented.
The connections between King Cyrus, and King Asoka, through the Hittite-Akkadian Royalty, from Troy, were actually the eventual founders of Britain, (Prittan), and New Troy, ‘Try Novantae’...ie London.
It was concentrated in the Eire and the Scottish aisles with centres also on the east of Scotland, Aberdeenshire, in the prime pastoral lands, since King Brutus’ sons, Alban, was given the choice lands of present Scotland, ‘Alban’ to rule.
As for that Bronze Age collapse?
That was when the comet Venus had a close brush with the Earth, circa 2,000 BC.
Thanks MTR
Thanks for that Pete,
a perfect Sunday morning read. My sympathies for your “dodgy tummy” - which in no way is a fitting description for your “constitutional breakdown”, I think that’s what you called it and It’s not only in that part of the world in which “Delhi belly” occurs. It is a well travelled ailment, with trade networks stretching far and wide. I was struck by a similarly energetic bout, although i was travelling around Meso-America - Belize & Guatemala (Mexico the previous year) visiting the vast and still expanding discoveries of the great Mayan culture and cities. My misfortune was to be ensconced in a tractor trailer on the way down a winding mountainside road to Lake Atitlán and the now busy town of Panajachel on its shore. This was in the 1990’s and was still virtually “un-touristy” due to its inaccessibility. The bus on which we were travelling was stopped at the top of the mountain road by a military checkpoint and the driver (& assistant who jumped off a usually moving bus to pay tolls - in actuality bribes, several times - on supposedly public roads) refused to take us any further. The military personnel had informed them of “Bandit activity” in the region - Freedom Fighters from an indigenous group which had never fully accepted rule by the Guatemalan government authorities, or “Terrorists” according to the Government - with this part of the country being a ‘hotbed’ of such activity. Fortunately (depending on how you look at it) a local coffee bean farmer happened to be trundling through the checkpoint and offered, without us asking and nor did he want payment, offered to give us a lift down into Panajachel. Anyway, it was during this unorthodox ride down a winding mountainside road that my ‘energetic’ malady reared its explosive and projectile vomiting head. Oh, what fun i had (gritted teeth smile emoji would on Facebook be here). However it was all worth it, as the eruption of my stomach - see what i did there, with the mountains being part of a volcanic landscape and Lake Atitlán itself an inwardly collapsed volcano crater - as my time there was absolutely fabulous and fascinating. The so-called “Bandit country” was in fact full of the most welcoming people, descended from the Maya, i have ever had the pleasure of meeting. And i’ve been all over the planet. At that time (1990’s) the area was still quite a difficult to get to part of the “backpacking” destination places and as such was without any ‘hotels’ or suchlike. The tradition was for town locals and around the area to offer “hospitalidad” (Spanish), whereby one would stay as a ‘guest’ in a vacant (mud-bricked with reed or wooden roof) room or seperate ‘building’ which faced inwards around the inner courtyard of the multi-occupant family residence. They also provided a bit to eat before bedtime - life slowing to a gradual halt with the coming darkness, there not yet being a constant supply of electricity. The sound of generators buzzing to power hanging lights and when they stopped, seemingly in unison across the town, it was time to stop, chat, and go to bed. Lovely. However the other side of that is the early, very early, wake up time : Sunrise. One became used to it though, in that part of the world. The gracious hosts also offered a delicious breakfast of a kind of yoghurt, sweet and fresh fruits and the ever-present STRONG coffee.
Sadly this experience is no longer available to witness or experience, with the aggressive onset of tourism and capitalism. I look online in dismay at what Lake Atitlán has become.
So, yes, i very much enjoyed your telling of your experiences in the Indus Valley. I can’t help hearing your voice in my head as i read, also being a viewer of your Utube channel.
Such a shame that we don’t as yet have the ability to read their language, yet. Also the degradation of the sites from being exposed to the elements. We can’t have it both ways though.
Thanks again Pete,
J.