Anchient cities modren cities and mineing the past

Ok mind wandering here again today. I am going to tie the egypt theroy in with this later in this post.

All right here we go down the time rabbit hole again.
Lets take a look at modern times here for a few passages. By this I mean our current disposeable socity and its effects on archeology of the future. We are at a time in our history where I belive we are balanced on the knife blade again. We have a choice to make and its a choice we need to make soon. Either we stay within our current paradime (way of destruction) Or we choose to create a new one ( a way of enlightenment) What we choose will determin our current phases ability to survive the changes our planet will have over the next 100 years or so.

Its a choice we have faced before in our eveloution I think . We as a race have risen and fallen many times on this planet alone. If we make the wrong decision .What footprints will we leave in a few thousand years? I can tell you it wont be nearly as many as you think. Our wooden constructions will not last 200 years past a major population drop. They will be dust in the wind over a very short period. Concrete and steel? Dont make me laugh. Nature within a few hundred years will reclaim our major cities. The great towers of iron steel and glass . Will be rust and sand. There will be a few of our constructions that will outlast our history here though. The will be the ones made of and carved into stone.

Fast forward in time say 2000 years. Man is just re-emerging from our caves. Most of the old histories are shrouded in myth now. A time in the past where only one man and one woman might have survived per 1,000"s of square miles. We begin to migrate out some as our population recovers from the great cataclisim. This cataclisim was brought on by our own feelings of greatness beyond our true intelligence. And a combination of an earth change. (The great flood. Crustal shift?)There are legends that there was one man or group of men and wemon. Who were warned by god. That this was comming. But that is now shrouded in a new emerging religon.

A thousand more years pass. Our distant children have begun to gather in groups to co-operate on raising crops and building small communities. We see when we start to till the land that there are some strange looking metal pices comming to the surface. What could these things be? They take these things to the village elders and they look upon them and say. Oh my children you have found pices made by the gods. These pices might be familure to us today as small hand tools and toys made of metal. These articles are placed in a shrine as Holy Relics.

Again a thousand years pass. Our distant children have begun to build great cities of stone and pave their streets. Commerce again has returned in all its glory. We in our travels come upon a great mountian. But this mountian is diffrent. It has faces carved into it.(Mnt. Rushmore) This surely must have been a shrine of the gods. And the faces of thoes very gods are carved in the stone. But we are still in our early stages again so this too is shrouded in myth.

Time leaps forward again. Our children have grown again . They are now traveling across the land in flying birds. That breathe smoke and fire.They have beast that smoke and growel. That travel on four round feet. They eat the land with great beast that tear away at the very earth. Their distant past is now a thing of study. This field is called archeology. The stuffy scientist sit in their rooms and dust off strange anchient tool's. They look at pictures of thoes anchient pyrimids and carved mountians. These must have just been a primitive peopels interpretation of their gods. In their own superiority they have forgotten the wisdome of the early peoples that in their myth and legands told of a time. When the gods warred across the lands. They rode in their birds that breathed smoke and fire that rained down death rods that killed many of the chariots that travled across the land on four round feet. The gods that decended from the air that tried to warn us that without love and morals we are doomed to a hell on earth seperated eternally from our maker.Doomed to a cycle of time and space we must escape from to grow into our glorified bodies and once again join the creator in joy and wonder at all the created.

All time is cyclical it ebbs and flows around us. We have choices to make and free will to make them. We can either join the rest of the world in ignorance. That says this mortel shell is all we have. Or we can escape the cycle. And realise that through profound belief we can trancend this mortal shell and rise to our potential. We are created in the image of god but this spark of divinity is within all of us. Its called a soul. A being of light and darnkness that wars sometimes with its self. Mike L.