Written By Jesse Neel
Copyright 2009 / No Use Without Prior Permission.
Atlantis . . . just the mention of the word conjures images of magical crystals, laser beams, undersea ships, and ancient flying machines. A mystical land of Eden-like qualities populated by a Utopian society where all needs are provided and all wants fulfilled. A place where fantasy and reality are blurred by the imagination of man.
Yet, we continue to pursue the dream as a tangible fact. We have chased the island continent to the four corners of the globe and across the seven seas, all the while, questioning our reason and our sanity in the pursuit of what may or may not be.
This conception has been our folly, and our failure. We have been seeking an illusion in a dreamlike state. Searching for what we know to be fleeting and unobtainable, but unable in our nature to release the false ideals that lurk in the corridors of our minds. We have abandoned that sensible place in our conscience that tells us we are gathering bouquets of clouds.
In our rush to reveal to ourselves that which we crave most, we have lost our way. Eden is a faded photo and Utopia is but a wishful wisp. We have been charging our quest with vapors and driving our efforts in a vacuum. Atlantis is not a warm summer’s eve or a soft-spoken sonnet. Nor does it exist on that ethereal plain where all is ease and comfort.
Atlantis is not an ideal or an emotion, but a concrete and factual location. A place where men and women toiled and tilled, gathered and ground, and forged a life for themselves and a future just as you or I do today. A place where generations of humanity planned and built on the labors and knowledge of those who came before them. A civilization that carried trade and original thought across the entire globe. A culture, by virtue of its ancient origins, that has affected the history and destiny of planet Earth.
How is this possible? More to the point, I think, is where was this possible. I will not take you to all the probabilities. I will not drag you through all the peradventures of previous thought, or tease you through a tale of tedious information and then leave you to come to your own conclusions. I am going to take you to there. I am going to show you the elephant, not the footprint. I will lead you from the alpha to the omega, from the genesis of the geology to the revelation of the reality. In the beginning, there was an end. The end of the world as it was known . . . 65 million years ago.
Plato, in his dialogue Critias, gives us a description of our long lost ancestors, their country, and their capital city. This description, as he relates it to us, was given to the Greeks by priests of Egypt. This point is of note as Egypt will play a significant role in our discovery.
Of the formation of the capital city, Plato writes:
“In the days of old the gods had the whole earth distributed among them by allotment. And Poseidon, receiving for his lot the island of Atlantis . . . an island greater in extent than Libya and Asia. . . . Looking towards the sea, but in the center of the whole island, there was a plain which is said to have been the fairest of all plains and very fertile. Near the plain again, and also in the center of the island . . . there was a mountain not very high on any side. . . . Poseidon . . . breaking the ground, enclosed the hill . . . making alternate zones of sea and land larger and smaller, encircling one another; there were two of land and three of water, which he turned as with a lathe, each having its circumference equidistant every way from the center . . . and gave the impression that a work of such extent, in addition to so many others, could never have been artificial.”
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