Monthly Archives: April 2020

A New Idea

Please let me synopticate my path.

I was on the Wakulla county dig that unearthed the Simpson point at 14,500 depth. We moved to the spring and uncovered a mastodon skeleton.
I’m working on the Letchworth/love mound in Monticello now. I’m a poet, not an Archeologist and I’m sure you know what that entails. Dr. Jim Dunbar led the Wakulla site and was very kind to let me join in.
When I began my study of ancient history I had no pre-conceptions other than Columbus probably didn’t discover America.
Poetically I moved from a 30,000’ view to 60,000’ and it helped. From up here, it seems clear that those groups of humans who flocked into North America from the north had been waiting for a land path to clear for them so they could come back home.
A small book by EE Calloway from Bristol Florida called “the Garden of Eden”. I interviewed this elegant man at his home in Bristol. Author Calloway told me why he knew the garden was in Bristol. I set out to see how that could be. I now know he was right.

I’m an 80-year-old Caucasian male person sitting at the base of Letchworth mound in the chilly morning air, typing with two thumbs on a tiny screen that disappears when the sun hits it, so…
Check to google earth and see the ancient underwater Bimini highway passes right by the door.
This is to harsh so let me blurt out that man emerged from the estuary in Franklin County Florida. There was a disengagement of tectonic plates separating landmasses. Folks here suffered and survived in the most basic and diminished way. They maintained a presence at the Sanchez site in Jacksonville Florida. They suffered because of lack of melanin, radiation poisoning, and unsutured sculls.
Africa drifted slowly away. They dispersed with memories of their origin and were returning home at the first opportunity.
For, other than coming home, there really wasn’t any place better than the other.
These folks found a path down the west coast and came home. They were late getting here.

On the west coast of Africa (the Congo area that broke off)
found an opportunity from the west coast past st Helena’s island onto Brazil. Probably used a large wooden raft. They regrouped and moved over the Cuban land bridge up the east coast to the iguana river where they joined up with the tiny devastated group who had been stationed there to guide them home. After regrouping again they turned east on the 30th parallel to what is now tower mound in st marks FL. At st marks scouts told them the parallel ended up in the gulf so they turned directly north and ended up here long before this mound was built.
As this early morning mist settles over the ground I’m seeing a hundred or more depressions where folks stayed. This was a megachurch.

Elvy asked me if I thought a ship would lift up then set down in the same spot after a forty days flood? No way. He had figured it out. The prevalent wind took the ark from here to there.
The sun is topping the mound now, I’m losing the screen.
Thanks for what you do.