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originally posted by: proteus33
maybe there was an ancient people that explored vast amounts of the world using technology others had not discovered yet and interbreed with natives. remember to people who haven't discovered how to make fire a lighter could be mistaken for magic.
originally posted by: Marduk
originally posted by: proteus33
maybe there was an ancient people that explored vast amounts of the world using technology others had not discovered yet and interbreed with natives. remember to people who haven't discovered how to make fire a lighter could be mistaken for magic.
Well that explains everything, did you come up with that yourself,
'I was hunting near the sources of the Botica creek. All along the journey there I had been agitated and was constantly startled without knowing why. 'Suddenly I saw him standing under the drooping branches of a big steppe tree. He was standing there erect. His club was braced against the ground beside him, his hand he held on the hilt. He was tall and light-skinned, and his hair nearly descended to the ground behind him. His whole body was painted, and on the outer side of his legs we broad red stripes. His eyes were exactly like two stars. He was very handsome.
'I recognized at once that it was he. Then I lost all courage. My hair stood on end, and my knees were trembling. I put my gun aside, for I thought to myself that I should have to address him, but I could not utter a sound because he was looking at me unwaveringly. Then I lowered my head in order to get hold of myself and stood thus for a long time. When I had grown somewhat calmer, I raised my head. He was still standing and looking at me. Then I pulled myself together and walked several steps towards him, then I could not go any further for my knees gave way. I again remained standing for a long time, then lowered my head, and tried again to regain composure. When I raised my eyes again, he had already turned away and was slowly walking through the steppe.
'Then I grew very sad. I kept standing there for a long time after he had vanished, then I walked under the tree where he had stood. I saw his footprints, painted red with urucu at the edges; beside them was the print of his clubhead. I picked up my gun and returned to the village. On the way I managed to kill two deer, which approached me without the least bit of shyness. At home I told my father everything. Then all scolded me for not having the courage to talk to him.
'At night while I was asleep he reappeared to me. I addressed him, and he said he had been waiting for me in the steppe to talk to me, but since I had not approached he had gone away. He led me some distance behind the house and there showed me a spot on the ground where, he said, something was lying in storage for me. Then he vanished. 'The next morning I immediately went there and touched the ground with the tip of my foot, perceiving something hard buried there. But others came to call me to go hunting. I was ashamed to stay behind and joined them. When we returned, I at once went back to the site he had shown me, but did not find anything any more. 'Today I know I was very stupid then. I should have certainly have received from him great assurance (seguranca) if I had been able to talk to him. But I was still very young then; today I act quite differently.'
Whatever form it may take, this intelligence is always manifesting as the well-being of life, or trying to, as in the Apimaye’s epiphany (epiphany meaning “an appearance of the god”).
This becoming never repeats itself, for each situation is different and intelligence forms and manifests in response to a situation’s needs. Such intelligence can move us beyond the constriction of culture if we can address him or her or it who becomes. Sooner or later each of us meets him in some guise. He invites our address, our acknowledgement of his invitation. Each of us gives way to fear in his or her own way when we are before him, as each of us knows sorrow when he turns away after we’ve declined his invitation. He is not the property of any institution or philosophy, he is not bound by religious tradition. No man knows his comings or goings.
Had the Apinaye been able to make that response, I dare say he would have fused with him who beckoned. Our transformed hunter may have then presented his society with a new way of being, thereby lifting his people up by his presence.
originally posted by: JugHead
a reply to: Advantage
Semaramis married her Son in the city of Babylon. And the sacrificials they had were to die for. I wouldn't want to time travel to that period unless I was God.
originally posted by: knowledgehunter0986
a reply to: ancienthistorian
were giants, could fly and cast spells.