Atlantis Pyramids Floods (5 page)

OUR sturdy worker in the copper mines
of Lake Superior, finding both himself and his vein of copper
growing poorer day by day, determines to seek some more paying
claim in the as yet unexplored portion of the copper country. He
gathers his kit of tools together and starts, and, after many a
hard hour’s travel over the wild and rugged country, finds a region
with abundant signs of copper, and where seemingly no human foot
has trod since creation’s dawn.

Missing
:
500,000 tons of copper

www.science-frontiers.com/sf090/sf090a01.htm

Copper
: a
world trade in 3000 BC?

www.philipcoppens.com/copper.html

He strikes a rich vein and
goes steadily to work digging and blasting his way to the richer
portions, when suddenly, right in the richest part, he finds his
lead cut off
by what looks to his
experienced eye marvelously like a mining shaft. Amazedly he begins
to clear out of the pit the fallen earth and the debris of ages,
and the daylight thus let in reveals to his astonished gaze an
immense mass of copper raised some distance from the original
bottom of the pit on a platform of logs, while at his feet lie a
number of strange stone and copper implements—some thin and sharp
like knives and hatchets, others huge and blunt like mauls and
hammers—all being left in such a manner as though the workman had
but just gone to dinner and might be expected back at any
moment.

Michigan Artifact, YouTube:

youtu.be/mjEFxguk5ko

Bewildered, he ascends to the surface
again and looks about him. He sees mounds that from their positions
are evidently formed from the refuse of the pit, but these mounds
are covered with gigantic trees, evidently the growth of centuries;
and, looking still closer, he sees that these trees are fed from
the decayed ruins of trees still older—trees that have sprung up,
flourished, grown old, and died since this pit was dug or these
mounds were raised. The more he thinks of the vast ages that have
elapsed since this pit was dug, that mass of copper quarried and
raised, the more confused he becomes: his mind cannot grasp this
immensity of time.

“Who were these miners?
When did they live, and where did they come from?” are the
questions he asks himself, but gets no
answer. However, one fact is patent to him —that, whoever they
were, they will not now trouble his claim; and, consoled by this
reflection, he goes to work again.

The traveler in wandering through the
dense and almost impenetrable forests of Central and South America,
suddenly finds himself upon a broad and well-paved road, but a road
over which in places there have grown trees centuries old.
Curiously following this road, he sees before him, as though
brought thither by some Aladdin’s lamp, a vast city, a city built
of stone—buildings that look at a distance like our large New
England factories —splendid palaces and aqueducts, all constructed
with such massiveness and grandeur as to compel a cry of
astonishment from the surprised traveler—an immense but deserted
city, whose magnificent palaces and beautiful sculpturing are
inhabited and viewed only by the iguana and centipede. The roads
and paths to the aqueducts, once so much traveled as to have worn
hollows in the hard stone, are now trodden only by the mestizo or
simple Indian. Of this deserted home of a lost race, the traveler
asks the same question as the miner, and the only answer he gets
from the semi-civilized Indian is a laconic “Quien sabe?” And who
does know?

Top Ancient Cities of
Mexico:

www.lonelyplanet.com/mexico/travel-tips-and-articles/68510

The curious and scientific
world, however, are not so easily answered, and various are
the theories and conjectures as to these diggers
of mines and builders of mounds and strange cities. One of the most
plausible of these—one believed by many scientists to be the true
theory—is this: Ages ago the Americas presented a very different
appearance from what they now do. Then an immense peninsula
extended itself from Mexico, Central America, and New Granada, so
far into the Atlantic that Madeira, the Azores, and the West India
Islands are now fragments of it. This peninsula was a fair and
fertile country inhabited by rich and civilized nations, a people
versed in the arts of war and civilization—a country covered with
large cities and magnificent palaces, their rulers according to
tradition reigning not only on the Atlantic Continent, but over
islands far and near, even into Europe and Asia. Suddenly, without
warning, this whole fair land was ingulfed by the sea, in a mighty
convulsion of nature.

That Atlantis possessed great
facilities for making a sudden exit can not be doubted. Its very
situation gives good color to the narratives of ancient Grecian
historians and Toltecian traditions, that “it disappeared by
earthquakes and inundations.”

Not only is it within the
bounds of possibility that it might have occurred, but if
traditions so clear and distinct as to be almost authentic history
are to be believed, then it did occur. Listen to what one of the
most cautious of ancient writers, Plato, says :”Among the
great
deeds of Athens, of which
recollection is preserved in our books, there is one that should be
placed above all others.

Our book tells us that the Athenians
destroyed an army that came across the Atlantic seas, and
insolently invaded Europe and Asia, for this sea was then
navigable; and beyond the straits where you place the Pillars of
Hercules was an immense island, larger than Asia and Libya
combined. From this island one could pass easily to the other
islands, and from these to the continent beyond. The sea on this
side of the straits resembled a harbor with a narrow entrance, but
there is a veritable sea, and the land which surrounds it is a
veritable continent.

On this island of Atlantis there
reigned three kings with great and marvelous power. They had under
their domain the whole of Atlantis, several of the other islands,
and part of the continent. At one time their power extended into
Europe as far as Tyrrhenia, and uniting their whole force they
sought to destroy our country at a blow, but their defeat stopped
the invasion and gave entire freedom to the countries this side of
the Pillars of Hercules.

Afterward, in one day and
one fatal night, there came mighty earthquakes and inundations,
that ingulfed that warlike people. Atlantis disappeared, and then
that sea became inaccessible, on account of the vast quantities of
mud that the ingulfed island left in its place.” It is possible
that the debris, said to have been left by
this catastrophe, might be identical with or the nuclei of the
sargazo fields that, many centuries later, Columbus found almost
impenetrable. Again, Plato, in an extract from Proclus, speaks of
an island in the Atlantic whose inhabitants preserved knowledge
from their ancestors of a large island in the Atlantic, which had
dominion over all other islands of this sea.

Sargasso Sea:

www.bibliotecapleyades.net/ciencia/esp_bermuda_04.htm

Plutarch, in his life of the
philosopher Solon, Herodotus, and other ancient writers, speak of
this island as a known fact, and it is impossible to believe
otherwise than that Seneca thought of Atlantis when he writes in
his tragedy of “Medea”: “Late centuries will appear, when the
ocean’s veil will lift to open a vast country. New worlds will
Thetsys unveil. Ultima Thule” (Iceland) “will not remain the
earth’s boundary.” He evidently believed in the unknown island and
continent, and knew it would not remain for ever
unknown.

Diodorus Siculus says that “opposite
to Africa lies an island which, on account of its magnitude, is
worthy to be mentioned. It is several days distant from
Africa.

South America Opposite of
Africa

www.google.com/maps/@-4.452349,-28.3384727,8204039m/data=!3m1!1e3

It has a fertile soil, many mountains,
and not a few plains, unexcelled in their beauty. It is watered by
many navigable rivers, and there are to be found estates in
abundance adorned with fine buildings.” Again he says, “Indeed, it
appears on account of the abundance of its charms as though it were
the abode of gods and not of men.”

The situation, the description of the
country, in fact every particular, agrees precisely with our idea
of Atlantis; and what other land now in existence agrees in any way
with this description what islands of magnitude that contain
navigable rivers, large fertile plains, and mountains?

Turning from our well-known ancient
writers, we find in all the traditions and books of the ancient
Central Americans and Mexicans a continual recurrence to the fact
of an awful catastrophe, similar to that mentioned by Plato and
others.

Now, what are we to believe? This,
that either the traditions and narratives of these ancient writers
and historians of both lands are but a tissue of fabrications,
evolved from their own brains, with perhaps a small thread of fact,
or else that they are truths, and truths proving that the Americas,
instead of being the youngest habitation of man, are among the
oldest, if not, as De Bourbourg affirms, the oldest.

Brasseur de Bourbourg, who
Baldwin says has studied the monuments, writings, and
traditions left by this civilization more
carefully and thoroughly than any man living, is an advocate of
this theory, and to him are we indebted for most of our
translations of the traditions and histories of the ancient
Americans.

To the imaginative and lovers of the
marvelous, this theory is peculiarly fascinating, and the fact that
there is plausible evidence of its truth adds to the effect. With
their mind’s eye they can see the dreadful events, as recorded by
Plato, as in a panorama. They see the fair and fertile country,
filled with people, prosperous and happy; the sound of busy life
from man and beast fills the air. Comfort and prosperity abound.
The sun shines clear overhead, and the huge mountains look down
upon the cities and villages at their feet, like a mother upon her
babes: all is a picture of peacefulness. Suddenly, in a second, all
is changed. The protecting angels become destroying fiends,
vomiting fire and liquid hell upon the devoted cities at their
feet, burning, scorching, strangling their wretched inhabitants.
The earth rocks horribly, palaces, temples, all crashing down,
crushing their human victims, flocked together like so many
ants.

Vast rents open at their very feet,
licking with huge, flaming tongues the terrified people into their
yawning mouths. And then the inundations. Mighty waves sweep over
the land. The fierce enemies, Fire and Water, join hands to effect
the destruction of a mighty nation.

How they hiss and surge, rattle and
seethe! How the steam rises, mingled with the black smoke, looking
like a mourning-veil, that it is, and, when that veil is lifted,
all is still, the quiet of annihilation! Of all that populous land,
naught remains save fuming, seething mud. It is not to be supposed
that all perished in that calamity.

Long before this they had spread over
the portion of the Americas contiguous to the peninsula, building
cities, palaces, roads, and aqueducts, like those of their native
homes; and adventurous pioneers continually spreading north, east,
and westward, their constant increase of numbers from their former
homes enabling them to overcome the resistance offered to their
progress by both natives and nature, till at last they reached and
discovered the copper country of Lake Superior.

Note
: Long
before the Carolina Event that destroyed Atlantis took place, the
people of Atlantis had spread from the Florida Plain to the Yucatan
Peninsula and built Mexico City and the surrounding
cities

That they appreciated this discovery
is evinced by the innumerable evidences of their works and of their
skill in discovering the richest and most promising veins. Wherever
our miners of the present day go, they find their ancient fellow
craftsmen have been before them, worked the richest veins and
gathered the best copper; and it is supposed that they continued
thus till the terrible blotting out of their native country cut
short all this, and left this advancing civilization to wither and
die like a vine severed from the parent stem.

Having no further accession to their
numbers, and being continually decimated by savages and disease,
they slowly retreated before the ever-advancing hordes. Gradually,
and contesting every step, as is shown by their numerous defensive
works along their path, they were forced back to their cities on
this continent, that had been spared them from the universal
destruction of their country, where the dense and almost impassable
forests afforded them their last refuge from their enemies, and
where, reduced by war, pestilence, and other causes, to a feeble
band, their total extinction was only a matter of time.

Such is probably the history of this
lost civilization, and such would have been the history of our
civilization had we in our infant growth been cut off from
receiving the nourishment of the mother countries.