Fingerprints of the Gods by Graham Hancock

Fingerprints of the Gods: The Evidence of Earth's Lost Civilization by Graham Hancock
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The year 2012 is nearing closer and we will see if the Mayan prophecy is the end of a certain age.  We will see if there will be a deluge of fire that will clear the current civilized age.  Fingerprints of the Gods: The Evidence of Earth's Lost Civilization by Graham Hancock shows the reader that these deluge and new beginnings have occurred before, and will most probably happen again.


I was often bored in my studies of primitive culture.   But this book has made me re-examine my own beliefs about the ancients, especially the way that the primitive was taught in school.
The way antiquities was taught in high school and college seemed so cleaned up, sterile that I lost interest in the history.  But maybe there was more to the story.   The book renewed interest in re-reading Herodotus and Marco Polo.
 The one thing that was a stumbling block was that there was so much information that it was at times really really difficult to put all the evidence together and describe their meaning to my wife. I think one reason for this hodge podge of data is that Mr. Hancock, is so eager to share that he encumbers the reader with a deluge of data.
Graham asks the reader, "If there is a cataclysmic deluge what does civilization do to preserve the historical record?" He examines the preservation through examining myths, oral story telling, architecture, universal languages, astronomy, and the location of lost civilizations.


All in all I liked this book a lot and give it a hearty cluck cluck.          

Guinea Pig is Bored

Another day grew into another night; another day and another night; the Guinea pig Spook ate, slept, and slept growing tired of the Sisyphus Cycle.

Finally the Spook had enough of eating, shitting, and sleeping, and decided she would attempt to escape.   The night finally came when the owner put shampoo in her fur and messaged it all around her crazy curly fur.  She waited till the shampoo was washed off; then Spook bit down on the plainly visible arm of her owner.

And then Spooks ran.   Spooks slid across the wood floor, headed across the kitchen, to the dinning room, and out the back door.  The owners husband opened the back door, spooks darted through the gap in the door, and slid into the sunny driveway.


  Spooks attempted to cross the tar black road.

Just then a neighbors car went speeding down the street.  The neighbor did not see the Guinea pig.
Car tires hit Squeaks.  Squeaks flew up into the air, and then landed on the ground, only to be hit  a second time,  Spooks lay on the street a fresh meal served up to the neighboring Turkey Vultures.

Then spooks woke up from a really nasty dream.

Adopted and Retold by Gregorio Roth from the Scandanavian Folk and Fairy Tales edited by Claire Booss.