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Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid: and it was he That made the ship to go. The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion-- Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.

Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound. How long in that same fit I lay, I have not to declare; But ere my living life returned, I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air. By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow. The other was a softer voice, As soft as honeydew: Quoth he, 'The man hath penance done, And penance more will do.

What is the ocean doing? If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! Fly, brother, fly! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the mariner's trance is abated. I woke, and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather: 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; The dead men stood together. All stood together on the deck, For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.

And now this spell was snapped: once more I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring-- It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze-- On me alone it blew. O dream of joy! Is this the hill? Is this mine own country? We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I with sobs did pray-- O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway!

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The harbour bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were: I turned my eyes upon the deck-- O Christ! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph man, On every corse there stood. This seraph band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight!

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They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light;. This seraph band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart-- No voice; but oh! But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away And I saw a boat appear. The pilot and the pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in heaven! I saw a third--I heard his voice: It is the hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The albatross's blood. This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea.

How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with mariners That come from a far country. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve-- He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak stump. The skiff boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow!

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Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now? The planks look warped! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were. Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard. Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread: It reached the ship, it split the bay; The ship went down like lead.

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips--the pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro.

And now, all in my own country, I stood on the firm land! The hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woeful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.

I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; The moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden-bower the bride And bridemaids singing are: And hark the little vesper bell, Which biddeth me to prayer! O wedding-guest! This soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. Oh sweeter than the marriage feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!

To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay! Farewell, farewell! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. The mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone: and now the wedding-guest Turned from the bridegroom's door.

He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn. Materials for Teachers Materials for Teachers Home. Poems for Kids. Poems for Teens. Lesson Plans. Teach this Poem. Poetry Near You. Academy of American Poets. National Poetry Month. Over time I began to hear their messages and they guided me to the spirit realms where I encountered angels and Ascended Masters.

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Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. Amazon Advertising Find, attract, and engage customers. Amazon Drive Cloud storage from Amazon. This new information has led me to wonder — if any objects crashing into the Earth, or perhaps the Pacific Ocean, may have generated an immense tsunami? Funnelled between the two chains of the Cordilleras on either side, a tsunami could well have swept southwards along the altiplano, devastating all that lay before it.

I could not help but remember what Posnansky had found when studying the different salt levels in the various pockets of water trapped in the Andes. His conclusion that there had first been sea-water flooding, followed by fresh water floods from melting glaciers, is consistent with what is now emerging as the sequence of events in the Younger Dryas. Even though Posnansky had known nothing about any collisions with comets or meteorites at the end of the last Ice Age, his findings would seem to support such a hypothesis. Was a tsunami racing along the altiplano in those far-off times really the basis for the legends that speak of devastation and the inundation of the lands surrounding Pukara Grande?

If it was, then it may have immense significance for the dating of this and other sites along the Way of Viracocha. Luis Gutierrez is keen to explore the interior the Pukara Grande further, but this work is fraught with potential dangers. The few expeditions that have penetrated to any depth into the site so far have revealed an interior structure consisting of rectangular and triangular megalithic blocks, cut with the same intricate precision that I have seen elsewhere in South America.

See figure 16, above. To my mind at least, this puts things beyond any doubt that this is an artificial construction. It is equally clear that Pukara Grande has suffered significant structural damage, making the exploration of its deep interior hazardous. If we are to know more about what really lies within its mysterious structure, it will require a fully equipped team of trained speleologists, including some members who possess geological, geophysical and archaeological knowledge.

Until that time, Pukara Grande will remain a mystery and an enigma. There are still even more mysteries to be fathomed in and around the village of Huanuni and across the vast reaches of the southern altiplano. There appear to be sophisticated stellar observatories, ancient roadways that may pre-date the Incas by many thousands of years, and what seems to be a massive staircase sculpted into the side of a mountain. These sites, if indeed they are traces of ancient human cultures, suggest that there were sophisticated peoples far more ancient, and of unknown provenance, than have hitherto been considered possible in South America.

All of these phenomena need to be scrutinised and evaluated. Beyond all of this, the greater mystery of the Way of Viracocha has yet to reveal many of its deepest secrets to the modern world. The Incas envisioned these dark cloud shapes as the animal forms of the llama, the fox, the toad, the puma etc. Each delineated the separate rituals and festivals performed by men and women respectively during the year.

Bischoff, J. Dominguez-Vazquez, G. What a read! Excellent scholarship and such exciting developments. I look forward to more, more, more! Thanks Bethany. I visited Tiwanaku again on Sunday and checked the diamond-shaped stone with the compass once more. I managed to film it this time too. This time, it gave a reading where the needle pointed consistently to magnetic SE. Again, the reading aligned with the Way of Viracocha, but exactly opposite to the 45deg NW reading.

It confirms my hunch that this magnetic anomaly has somehow been engineered. The concept of Tsunami is definitely in line with Randall Carlsons cataclysmic hypothesis. If you pull up your Google earth you can see very easily the riffles left behind as the ocean waters flowed back into the ocean running all along the high plateau to the east of the Tiwanaku site. Also, visible is the Runnel or riffle created in the ocean bottom as the returning flush dug into the sea bed all along the impacted coastline from southern Mexico to the tip of South America.

This also explains the salt waters of the inland lakes, the massive flooding as the tsunami returned to the sea and the extensive buried structures discovered beneath the surface of the present day landscape and the numerous salt deposits and flats associated with this massive intrusion of ocean caused by an impact at sea. There is so much coming to light and it is getting more exciting by the day. Thank you for your brilliant insite.

Thanks for this Roger. I shall follow up your suggestion.

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I realised that I was speculating somewhat when I wrote that part of the article. When I get back to Britain next month, I need to find some solid evidence to support my speculation, so your information is very useful.

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You;re quite right, there is so much evidence coming to light now. I think we really do live in exciting times. Thanks Dave. This area of the Golan Heights is another of the unexplored finds like Gobekli Tepe that may reveal some startling insights to our ancient history. But the threat to life and limb of this area prohibits any extended excavations.

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This led to the exodus of the Zapotecans to the hilltop complex known as Monta Alban, near Oxaca Mexico. Some food for thought. Best of luck with your pursuit. I think you are definitely on track with some irrefutable evidences you will see come to fruition. I lived in the area of Clark Fork where the flood waters had exploded through the river drainage when the Missoula Sea drained 11, years ago. A recreational gold prospect friend of mine told be he was finding alluvial deposits of gold feet above the valley floor! That would put the bottom of the flood waters from this meltdown at feet above the valley floor.

So your speculation that a tsunami scaled the 10, foot elevation in the Tiwanaku plain within reason and the evidence is clear.

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Thanks again Roger for your informative and supportive comments. Would you mind if I passed your comments on to Cort? Cuicuilco is certainly an intriguing pyramid and I think it is probably very ancient. Curiously, I came recently across a fascinating series of archaeological discoveries near Cajamarca, at the northern end of the Way of Viracocha.

Apart from anything else, even the conventional dating for advanced cultures in the Andes is having to move further and further back in time. Thank you for your interest in this area of the world and for shining some light…I am personally interested in Pukara exact equidistance between Cuzco and Tiwanaku. If you pass by Pukara could you please do a compass reading? Easy access: Just by the side of the road in front of the Torito de Pukara handicraft stores,you just cross the road toward the Penon. I had a very strange experience there regarding electromagnetic or Ceke field. Do you have any information regarding Pukara?

I was there a few years ago while UCLA archaeologist were doing some fieldwork so I did not have access to certain areas I was interested in exploring. Ditto for Chavin de Huantar but I did manage to explore the area a few days before the Stanford U archaeological team came in and blocked all access…I arranged to spend a full moon night at the site and roam around…fascinating! The water-mirrors are also present in Chavin de Huantar, in the lower part of the courtyard, etched in a large stone on the ground. What you say Sophie is very interesting. I have only a few days left on my passport stamp for Bolivia and I need to return to Argentina, before flying to England.

I have been to both sites recently, however and have taken plenty of photographs at both. Pukara interests me, because the two artifacts mentioned in the article that have cuneiform script also display graphics in the style of this culture. Apart from anything else, this would suggest that the dating of the Pukara culture is rather earlier than the academic consensus, at around 3,BC. I also found some of the exhibits in the museum in Pukara fascinating for a number of reasons. Another human head has a falcon behind it. Even more controversially, I think that there are also grounds for suggesting linkages with the origins of the Incas to the Shemsu Hor.

I also took many photographs at Chavin de Huantar with an Oldfield filter, which may particularly interest you, given your comments about the site. I also wanted my visit to coincide with the full moon, but practical problems got in the way. Sorry for the rambling reply. Thank you so much for your reply. I would be interested in seeing those photographs from Chavin and Pukara! Being a low profile person, I am not comfortable with this kind of communication not private at all , specially when discussing certain subjects.

Could you send me those photographs to my personal email? If so, maybe I could send you the info in a long email or write a long letter to you. I try to be cautious.

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  4. Thank you for understanding and I hope we can continue this exciting exchange of views about ancient civilizations and more. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. Andean landscape and geometry The many megalithic sites along the Way of Viracocha have long given rise to theories and speculations about who built them and to controversies about when they were built. Some geological considerations Another curiosity struck me as I pondered various maps of South America. Star-mirror at Pukara Grande, southern Bolivia.

    The inset of black stone at the rear of one of the blocks. At first sight, and from a distance, Pukara Grande appears to be just a natural outcrop. Luis Gutierrez crouched at an entrance to the Pukara Grande situated on its roof. Precisely cut and fitted megalithic blocks within the Pukara Grande. Pin It. Bethany Brandon says:. Arthur Faram says:. Dave Truman says:.