Atlantean Calendar

Atlantis existed well before the ancient Sumerians, Babylonians, Egyptians and others had settled on a 365 day calendar.
The Atlanteans worked on a 360 day calendar with 12 months, each containing 3 ten day weeks. It has been suggested that a pole shift occurred (perhaps at the same time as Atlantis disappeared?) which lengthened the year by five days.
Whatever the cause, gradually the great civilsations of antiquity added the five days.
Atlantean terms used in "Through All Eternity":-
zytur = year        triton = month        tonn = week
So much knowledge literally at our fingertips these days makes us very fortunate. Google 'epagomenal days' for some fascintaing reading.

Atlantis - my Reality

In the writing of `Through All Eternity'  (B009MFQUBC ) I delved into the works of many diverse authors, soaking up snippets that took my fancy and wove them into my version of Atlantis during the 10 years before its demise. I make no claims that I have portrayed Atlantis exactly as it was. I went with my own gut instinct, which is most likely as individual as my thumbprint, and allowed my dreams to become my reality. Yes, dreams too - so many strands went into the weaving of the whole.

(Note to Readers! Your reality may be quite different, as individual as your thumbprint! Neither is necessarily right or wrong. To each of us our reality is our truth.)

I will present some of those snippets which resonated with me at the time (back in 1998 when I was inspired to begin) - I know they resonated because they're highlighted in the books that still line one shelf in my library long after my questing into them is done.

In this post – I take a look at some writings from Lewis Spence in 'The Occult Sciences in Atlantis'. (published in 1978)

This work greatly influenced my understanding of the Temples and the `mysteries' studied there and it is from this work that I took the approximate date of the disappearance of the great continent; 9600BC. Spence states that Atlantis was still in the Stone Age though it did have use of the metals gold, silver, tin, brass, and the 'native orichaculm'. (This last no longer exists.) He surmises that the use of these metals "lapsed for several thousands of years because of the overthrow of scientific knowledge which followed the disappearance of the island." He goes on to present information by which he sets out to prove "that the entire legendary and traditional evidence appears to point to Atlantis as the original matrix of Alchemical lore and practice in its most primitive form."

 

Atlantis never felt to me to be typical of what I think the ‘Stone Age’ was, though since it falls into the Stone Age era that is what we call it. They had technology and skills as sophisticated and more than we have today. They had ‘crystal power’ which was everything to them that electricity and nuclear power are to us today. And the development of their mental and mystical powers were beyond what all but a very few ever attain in our time.

Atlantis, reality or myth, will probably always be an unsolved riddle, as its existence is so far back in time it cannot be proved either way. No doubt it will continue to exercise the human mind because the energetic seed of it exists still in our soul memories and cannot entirely be dislodged or ignored.

It’s rather interesting to say the word, ATLANTIS, focus on it and see where your mind takes you.

What does your gut tell you? Myth or reality?

Which could lead to a whole other discussion - "Is not 'myth' simply 'reality shrouded by the mists of time"? :-))

Here is the FOREWORD from 'Through All Eternity' - available at Amazon.com
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FOREWORD:

According to Plato, Poseidon, God of the Sea and his mortal wife Cleito, who settled in Atlantis at the beginning of its history, had five sets of male twins. Poseidon divided the land among his ten sons so each was King in his own province but Atlas and his successors were always known as the paramount Kings of Atlantis.
The portrayal of Atlantis in `Through All Eternity' is the outcome of extensive reading on the subject. For a place believed by the majority to be merely a myth, it has inspired an incredible number of books, both investigative and fictional. Having read many diverse facts, beliefs, and theories on the existence or otherwise of Atlantis, I then delved into my own inner knowing, sourced information from my own soul memories (some would call this imagination) and created Taur and Gynevra's world.
Over thousands of millennia the face of the land changed and the people of Atlantis passed through many eras of prosperity and many more of terrible devastation. The ancient part of the story takes place at the end times of the last era of Atlantis.
It has been said by many that Atlantis was destroyed by the mis-use of power and the exploitation of crystal energy in ignorance of what the energy really was, or could do—much like modern man exploits nuclear power today.
But I say to you, what destroyed Atlantis was lack of love—love of man for woman, Man for Man, and Man for the Universe.
How far have we come in 11,000 years?

I love small town New Zealand! All small towns possess many similar features but the best (and sometimes the worst!) is that most everyone who lives there knows most everyone esle who lives there! There are times of course, when we wish that wasn't so, but there are other times when it's the best - like having a massive family.
Piopio, the small town where I live, has a wonderful cafe - Fat Pigeon, which any Piopio-ite will tell you is the best in all of NZ! It definitely gets my vote. I drink  a moccachino made with soy milk, white chocolate, and a single shot of coffee (now affectionately known as a 'woccachino'!) and the staff had all memorised it and would often start making it as I walked in the door. (I like my daily fix!)  But now they have a special button on the till with my name on it! How cool does that make me feel? Think I'll go down and check it out! What sort of coffee do I want? I'll have a 'Jenny's' thanks! Now you all know what to order when you pass Fat Pigeon on your way to visit! :-))

Tired Blogger

One probably shouldn't blog when tired. Goodness knows what drivel might spill forth. So I will exercise a little discretionary wisdom and 'sod off to bed', as my 'pommy' friend would say! :-))

Interpreting Dreams

What's your best 'dreamtime'? Mine is often when I've dropped off back to sleep after Pete gets up. I will wake again with a dream still very vivid in my consciousness. These dreams usually feel important so I write them down and then think about them. This morning's dream showed me the final scenes of Crystal Dancer, Book 2 in the Atalantean/Crystal Series.
There are many books that give arbitrary definitions of dream symbols but I believe each individual dreams their own symbols and should rely on their own intuition and inner knowing to interpret their dreams - if interpretation is important. (I'm sure sometimes our dreams are just to be wondered at!)
Dreams can be an invaluable tool for a writer. In this morning's dream I watched a young man, whose body was crippled and ugly, sing with such angelic, otherworldly sweetness his listener was reduced to tears that were wrenched up from a deep gut level.
Hugh and Riki in Crystal Dancer are both emotionally crippled in very different ways which prevents them from being together for several years even though their love for one another is real and expressed. Once Hugh finds and understands himself, how can he break through the impermeable crystalline protective shell with which Riki has surrounded herself?
I was beginning to think he would never do it! But now I have my answer.
Thank you to the Angel Guides who paint my dreams.

The 'Sisterhood'.

Is it a coincidence that all my closest friends are writers? Probably not, since writing is my life. It often makes me smile with gratitude when I think on the wonderful 'Sisterhood' I have acquired through a mutual passion for the written word. Today I'm going to a seminar for NaNoWriMo with two of them and we are meeting three others for lunch in beautiful Rotorua before the seminar. No prizes for guessing what most of the conversation will be about. And it's highly likely at least one out of the three of us travelling together will solve a plot point during the journey. We're good like that!
Thank you for my life.

Scary Beginnings -

Another 'ginger' step by a technophobe. I am starting a blog where I will talk about my life as a writer. So this is double scary - exposing my inner self and how I think. Damn. Not sure I want to do this after all.
I'm a toe-dipper at the beach too. You know the one, dip your toe in because it looks so enticing, then run a half mile back up the beach because it was cold or a wave suddenly rolled towards you.
That explains my attitude to social media nicely. So this is obviously enough exposure for today.

Excerpts from "Through All Eternity" by Jen Yates
http://amzn.com/B009MFQUBC

Who the hell was this woman who'd walked into his soul with the ease of someone walking into a garden, but who fit there with the comfort of a damned thorn bush? Who was Jenna Hackville and why did she disturb him so?

His body thrummed as if with the memory of a shared physically intimate knowledge and a burning need to renew that knowledge, while his mind reverberated with the gut-deep certainty of treachery.A treachery which nevertheless, wouldn't prevent their bodies from melding and exploding together with cataclysmic and volcanic force should she make one positive move in his direction. Torr had the harsh conviction the civilisation he'd always thought an integral part of his psyche was but a flimsy veneer, stretched to its thinnest, over a barbaric brigand lurking beneath. There was no doubt he was losing his mind.

The Power of Words.
What comes first, the thought or the word? The bible tells us that 'in the beginning there was the Word'. I have also read somewhere that any creation starts with a Thought. I have often contemplated the randomness of inspiration and how it can be sparked by a chance word spoken or overheard or read somewhere.
The Word provokes Thought, and Thought inspires Creation.
The First Insight in James Redfield's  'The Celestine Prophecy' states that 'nothing is a coincidence'.  In other words, there is nothing random about Word, Thought or inspired Creation. All is part of a Divine Plan.
It is amazing to consider that before any creation, however great or small, there had to be a word - the seed; evoking a thought - the germination; which led to the growth of the creation - the plant.
What word sparked the creation of the pyramids, the space shuttle, the Tower of Babel, the Sphinx?
What word inspired early church fathers to collect the stories of creation and Jesus and put them together to form the bible? What word inspired Charles Dickens, Walter Scott, Jane Austen? What fired the thought processes that led them to create their great works of fiction. We probably will never know now.
I make no claims to being a great writer (though hope srpings eternal!!) but I am often amazed at what elaborate stories can spring from a simple statement or question.
Back in 1998 my daughter, Velani, asked me just such a question - "Do you believe in Atlantis, mum?"
At the time I couldn't answer. But it started me on a quest that has led to the writing of a book which might be more properly called a 'tome', and the planning of several more to follow.
I now definitely believe Atlantis once existed. I acquired a library of books on the subject which expound countless theories of where, why and how and then came up with my own reality.
As a writer does!
"Through All Eternity' http://amzn.com/B009MFQUBC is the first book in the series. It's romantica, past life/time travel, paranormal, sexy - and did I say romance?
It's a journey through all eternity.

I have signed up for NaNoWriMo. Not sure if this is because I'm sensible or desperate. Procrastination is so easy. And strange how writer's can think of so many things to do that prevent them from writing - which they profess to love and are often obsessed by. So why can't I just sit down at the computer each day and write without thinking about the dishes on the sink or the cruddy mat at the back door that needs vacuuming? Why am I so easily distracted by the thought of coffee from my favourite cafe - Fat Pigeon. That's probably my greatest problem right there though I prefer to think of it as a BLESSING! It's the best cafe in NZ and it's in my little village, Piopio! How lucky is that. Damn! See! I've done it now. Time to go get my coffee fix for the day. Have a good one!

Who knew! There are people out there who make me feel quite knowledgeable about this techno stuff and I just might be able to pass on some of the support I have had in spades from those so much more advanced - and - brave than I. Still I feel very humble before a woman in her late 80's who embraces this stuff with a willingness and tenacity that reminds me I've been a wuss! Time to harden up!