Showing posts with label Hercules. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hercules. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 November 2007

Borne Afar By Hercules!


We always think we're having a hard time of it, it's human nature, things could always be better, if only our luck would change. What we tend to forget, is just how desperate and often futile were the lives our ancestors lived. We may have very different backgrounds, you and I, but the likelihood is that no matter where your family originated, you can be rest assured that there was ample frustration, misery and misfortune along the years.

What has all this to do with Hercules then (as seen in the picture above)? Well, if you've followed my posts from a while back, you will know my affinity with genealogy (family history). Yes, I've done a bit of research, and even as an amateur, I now have around 11,000 individuals on my family tree. When I was at my researching peak (not working) around 2002-2003, I uploaded my tree to several major family history websites, and I've been receiving contacts from distant relatives ever since. It's a great way of expanding your family tree without doing any real work.

Wee, in a series of odd coincidences, just lately I've been receiving independent contact from several indiviuals in Australia, claiming to be related. They are indeed related. The basis of our relationship, lies in a dark passage of Scottish history, the Highland Clearances. Around about the 1850's, our mutual ancestors were living contentedly on the island of North Uist, when the landowner, the Lord of the Isles, decided to get rid of them and replace them with sheep. They were thrown out of their houses and their houses were torn down right in front of them, often at the onset of Winter.

They were then given paid passage as bonded labour, to the colonies; either Australia, New Zealand, America or Canada. In this instance, my ancestors went to America, but returned within a few years, but a large batch of their near relatives were dispatched to South Australia, onboard a ship called the "Hercules" (tenuous connection to picture established). There they married into a already well established Irish community, became Catholics themselves (of necessity) and proceeded to have enormous families in consequence. The odd thing was that I was contacted by 3 descendants of those emigrants virtually within a day of each other, purely by coincidence. Perhaps it's in vogue right now for Australians to trace their heritage. These things do seem to become popular in certain places, all of a sudden.

Saturday, 26 May 2007

The Search For A Lost Continent!


I just don't get the efforts being made to place the lost continent of Atlantis in the Mediterranean, specifically Santorini. Sure, Santorini blew up in a very destructive manner, but it was a volcano, that's what they do. Atlantis apparently sunk completely beneath the waves in a day and a night, and Santorini is still there in a large part. So, that doesn't really match up with Plato's account, especially the part which places Atlantis to the West of the Pillars of Hercules (Straits of Gibraltar), in the great Western ocean. That and the fact that the natives of South America also retained similar tales about Aztlan, a lost continent in the Atlantic. Too much of a coincidence if you ask me.

Taken at face value, as Heinrich Schliemann did with Troy, and Arthur Evans did with Knossos, there is no real reason why we should disbelieve the tales that have been handed down to us from ancient times. Once again, I'm talking about things that we find hard to believe can be true, and so are generally assumed to be myths and legend. How many myths must be proved to be true before academics begin to realise that our ancient forebears weren't liars and storytellers like modern-day archaeolgists, anthropologists, geologists, etc perpetuating their own myths of pre-histroy to suit an ulterior agenda.

The fact is ruins have been found in the mid-atlantic (near the Azores), and at great depths, signifying that they were not merely submerged by rising sea-levels, but due to some geological cataclysm which must have sent them plunging into the depths. Hang on, isn't that what Plato reported that the Egyptians had told his Gt Grandfather Solon?

There have been many discoveries of ancient ruins, off the coasts of countries facing on to the Atlantic sea-board, on both sides of the Atlantic, but I suspect that these were simply the victims of rising sea-levels at the end of the last Ice-Age. The ruins lying on the sea-bed near the Azores testify to the possibility that Atlantis was where we have been told it was all along, and in light of the discoveries of Troy and Knossos, why should we believe otherwise?