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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 453d205 | More than seventy different indigenous Amazonian cultures use ayahuasca--many giving different names to the brew (yaje, natema, caapi, cipo, shori, etc.). | Graham Hancock | ||
| c175582 | The suspicion that certain ancient authorities possessed good knowledge of the real shape of the Atlantic and its islands, and of the lands on both sides of it, must also arise from any objective reading of Plato's world-famous account of Atlantis. [...], this story is set around 11,600 years ago -- a date that coincides with a peak episode of global flooding at the end of the Ice Age. The story tells us that 'the island of Atlantis was swa.. | deluges discovery exploration geography ice-age-civilizations lost-civilizations lost-knowledge sea-level-rises | Graham Hancock | |
| b4d2139 | Across the ages and regardless of geography, in everything that really matters, it bears repeating that we are all members of a SINGLE human family--a family of intrepid adventurers who have been exploring the world in one form or another for the best part of a million years.18 In the course of this long odyssey we've moved so far apart, across oceans, over mountains, and to the opposite ends of jungles, deserts, and ice caps that we've for.. | Graham Hancock | ||
| 314e82d | Far away from Oshoro in Nara Prefecture on the island of Honshu, there is a sacred mountain called Miwa-Yama. In a pattern with which I was now becoming familiar, this entire pyramid-shaped mountain is considered by Japan's indigenous Shinto religion to be a shrine, possessed by the spirit of a god who 'stayed his soul' within it in ancient times. His correct name is Omononushino-Kami (although he is also popularly known as Daikokusama) and.. | heritage pyramids serpent-people | Graham Hancock | |
| f1e3f22 | After landing and collecting our bags Santha and I were met groundside by our local connection, Sergey Kurgin. I say "connection" because you have to have one if you're going to travel in Russia. You can't just get up and go. Some solid citizen, or business, or tour operator must take responsibility for you and officially invite you, and you must have a prearranged and preplanned itinerary to preapproved destinations or your visa won't be i.. | Graham Hancock | ||
| eec197a | I was much older now, settled in a little coastal town called Cabrer, which ironically means go away. It hadn't been spoiled by tourists yet, so maybe the name had some kind of mojo that kept them away. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 13349ec | It was true, so she bought it and nodded her head. In Crystal Falls a fax was high-tech. We had one only because last time I was in Boise I stopped at an Office Depot and picked one up. My money, not department funds, which were non-existent. My salary and Janie's were about all the operating capital allotted law enforcement | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 82fc498 | Katie Wells stood looking out her window down to the street below. She could still feel the effects of the hard-rock miner getting his money's worth in every way he could. Angry that he could not afford the younger, prettier girls of the Golden Nugget like Jolene and Candy, he had taken his frustrations out on her. The man had treated her in a way which he never would have if she hadn't been nearing forty, and slightly overweight. The moon .. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 185a200 | I frowned, staring into the eerie blackness along Route 33 truckers always complained about. It is odd how we rarely encounter true darkness. Somewhere, there is always light; a house, a town, headlights. Not here. Just total and complete darkness. I had been on the night run for months, long enough to get accustomed to total darkness if not entirely comfortable with it. What concerned me was the silence. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| b44dcfb | They had robbed banks and trains for the most part in their journey westward. More than one posse had taken out after them, but none had returned with any of the Taggart men. One posse tracking them from a town near Abilene, Kansas had been found in a Missouri farmer's wheat field where the gang had taken the time to dump their bodies. Six men, one of them a seasoned lawman. All of the men had been shot several times. Wyn had heard from a m.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 50718ee | Man was but an echo, thought Wyn with some awe, a small memory of rocks and mountains and rivers and lakes that had always been, and always would be. Man would come and go, but the land was forever. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 9fcb3c9 | The California Gold Rush, both the first and second one, had inflicted almost as much damage as the bounty. Stream channels where the Diggers fished had been disturbed or re-routed and blasting had damaged the habitat the Diggers fed on. In addition, foods the Diggers gathered from the land had been damaged or destroyed as the way was cleared for cattle, who ate one of the major source of Digger food: the acorn. Worse, as with all Californi.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| fc64b64 | A good friend is always welcome company. Even when thoughts are sad." She smiled. "Perhaps even mores then." | Bobby Underwood | ||
| c03ae83 | Then something happened which made Callie feel something she'd never felt before. A tall boy close to her own age stepped from the train and gave the big man a hug. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 25f21ed | But I refused. One Ranger, One riot, as the slogan went, and a Ranger always tells the truth. Grandpa had had a bigger influence on me than I knew. They couldn't really fire me, but I agreed to leave voluntarily on the condition that the official file reflected my three years of exemplary service and nothing else. They were glad to accommodate me as long as I didn't darken their door again. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 6d50c02 | Many men along the trail would discover that a man unafraid of death is the most dangerous man alive. Wyn could never be afraid of death, because he had already died, that night, so long ago. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| f2daa1a | It was the adventure which had called to his soul. All those years riding across open country as he hunted down the men who'd killed his parents was not so easily forgotten. He loved the feel of the outdoors, just as he had when he was but a boy. Wyn felt a freedom atop Tony that Wyn felt nowhere else. Mountains and rivers, plains and sagebrush, crystal-clear lakes and chilly desert nights were all he really needed. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 5c420e0 | Lone Tree was a cow-town without the cow. No one I ever talked to had an answer as to how it had sprung up here in the middle of nowhere, nor did they know who the genius was who had thought it a good idea. Picture an old western ghost town, add a filling-station, an abandoned drive-in, a couple of folks milling about just so you knew someone lived there, and you'd be pretty close to Lone Tree. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 95fcdd3 | How is Maria's mother doing, if I may ask?" His tone became less formal. "She is very well, thank you. She is quite involved in charity work and has those who love her around her, I believe. It helps." "I'm sure it does." I considered carefully my next words." | Bobby Underwood | ||
| c4e6091 | I looked at Rushing River and he looked at me. Then we both looked up at the sky. "You thinkin' what I'm thinking?" He nodded. "Fell from the sky." "Any Indian legends about that?" He shrugged. "Got nothin'." | Bobby Underwood | ||
| b48bec0 | It was also easy to do because just about everything annoyed them. I really got Abbie torqued one time while she was eating a tuna sandwich and droning on about how she only ate tuna that were "dolphin safe" as she called it. I pointed out it wasn't so safe for the tuna, which she must have turned her back on when it came to caring about God's little creations, since she had a mouthful of the tasty things. She got so red I thought her head .. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 2e11a7b | Value-wise, Crystal Falls still had theirs. It was American heartland conservative. There were three churches in Crystal Falls, all of them well-maintained and fully attended every Sunday. Of course, that didn't mean there wasn't a lot of hanky-panky going on. It just meant the hanky-panky was a bit more innocent than everywhere else in America. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| a875ebd | Unit One, I read you. What's your location, Unit Two?" We only had two units, so numbering them was unnecessary, but it sounded more official. I'd given Janie the Mustang because she liked it and because the Bronco was a little contrary on cold mornings. I didn't want her standing out in the snow on a winter morning trying to figure out why it wouldn't start. Plus it made her feel important being Unit One. And yeah, it did make her look eve.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| dae7676 | One does not have to give up their own beliefs to understand and respect those of another people. We must learn to live together, now, there is no other way. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| ade44c7 | Well!" I said huffily, doing my best Jack Benny impression." | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 0a61a0d | Wyn noticed Jace had what appeared to be a copy of Wilkie Collins' The Moonstone. He smiled to himself. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 0580df5 | There was something assured in the way he blended in with the surrounding mountains and lake. A sense of quiet deadliness was suggested by the low-slung gun belt, its holster tied down, and the Colt butt positioned for a quick draw. His movements had an ease about them, giving the impression of a man who did not look for trouble, but would handle it if the need arose. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 1659038 | Rick was stretched out on the floor taking a nap. He was the lightest sleeper I'd ever known. He could doze just about anywhere and be up and alert in an instant. His ability to drop off and then wake up at the slightest sound or movement had kept us alive on one occasion as we were trying to make it to friendly forces after our crash. He opened one eye when he heard me then went back into his slumber. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| b1e3191 | Maybe the pictures are all black and white because things were black and white then, Nick." I knew exactly what she meant. There was a moral center then, and you could feel it still here in Grover's Creek. It was a time with a clearly defined sense of right and wrong, a time when values and integrity mattered, and the majority had both. And a time when love lasted forever." | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 6828453 | A light and intermittent snowfall kept my world white over the next several days. The air was fresh and pure, nature's white medicine removing all that was wrong in the world. I was glad I had taken the now lesser traveled roads marked in blue lines on the map. Hours would sometimes pass before another car broke the solitude. I always waved and so did they. I became less anonymous somehow and felt an instant kinship with anyone traversing .. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 67a9719 | One of those Los Angeles legends that add mystery to the bright lights and glamour. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| ed5e929 | I stood. She reached up and squeezed my hand, trying to hold on to this us, before we went through with it and became a different us, held together by our sin. I turned and headed down the cliffs to the sea without looking back, afraid her anguish would weaken my resolve. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 7825873 | Many people nowadays don't believe in things," she said softly. "Oh, they think they're all special, playing around with witchery and the dark stuff, but real miracles, things that can't be explained away, that have to be attributed to God, they scoff at. I'm not one of those people." | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 4e95b51 | I was listening to a replay of Art Bell hosting Dreamland, back when he was still doing the show. I let talk of UFOs and crop circles distract me from my own perplexing mystery. I believed again, but if fate was guiding me, what was it telling me to do? Maybe if I simply trusted what was happening, without question, a solution would present itself. If there was a divine plan, some otherworldly force at work here, it couldn't be such a cruel.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 19f1266 | She loved San Francisco but always remembered the happiness of that summer traveling through lovely towns like Gundagai and Tumut. The rural countryside was beautiful, and the people were always ready to smile at a pretty young American girl on vacation. She knew she was just average pretty, but she felt beautiful that summer, a duck transformed into a graceful swan. Perhaps it was just that moment in a young girl's life when all things fee.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| e44ac7f | The smell of Jasmine was in the sea air. Any other day I would have adhered to the Victory Speed but I couldn't wait to reach the village. I smiled to myself, thinking what a stir it would cause when I drove through in Deanna's car; a car that supposedly wouldn't start and couldn't be moved. Poppycock! I wasn't sure about Johnny's plight yet, and it might very well be that that part of the story was true. If so, I would have to break it to .. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| e6768a0 | Vera Lynn was telling me it would be a lovely day tomorrow as my new Packard wended its way along the winding shore road. The cool sea mist blowing in my face felt wonderful, a refreshing reminder that I was alive and life was good. It was a bright sunny morning, and the War would soon be over according to nearly everyone. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 6bbdb8f | We enjoyed our newfound intimacy, quietly and tenderly adoring each other as Jasper kept hopping into his pretty master's lap to be in the middle of things. There is nothing like love when it is new, especially when it comes quickly, and out of the blue. How we had found each other, why we had found each other, and the otherworldly mystery surrounding our romance -- much of which she was still unaware -- felt unimportant compared to being i.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| bfd95c0 | I picked up the photo and studied it while Deanna set about rifling through her brother's chest of drawers. Physically, she looked the same in the picture, perhaps only a couple of years younger. Yet there was something perceptibly different about her in the photo that it took me a moment to decipher. She appeared to be much younger. She was smiling wide, her chin on her brother's shoulder. It was the eyes! They weren't vacant, but there wa.. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 53358c8 | I heard it first. Footsteps. They were faint, and not localized in any particular area, but they were footsteps. The sound was like an echo from very far away. If they were the kind of footsteps I believed them to be, they were coming from very far away, indeed. A chilly wind blew past me and Jasper barked, which woke Deanna, who was by my side in an instant. "Did you hear it, Mike? Sometimes there's a cold." No sooner had she spoken than .. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 9d3615f | It was still dark. I grabbed the Howzer by the bed and crept quietly from the bedroom. I saw her through the screen door and laid down the gun, my soul in turmoil. As she stood silently crying beneath the starry Spanish sky, I suddenly realized she wouldn't make it back from here. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 6e3146e | I became mad for a time, wanting to dig her up just to be certain she was dead. Once, I even had the shovel in my hand. But then I knew I could not let her suffer the indignity of a man who had lost his mind to grief and loss. Not a man at all, really, but a bio-organic whose soul might never recover from her quick and sudden departure from my life just as we'd found an avenue for happiness. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| 0df6a49 | The boys weren't just whistling Dixie when they said she was a piece of junk that flew. The flying part I had yet to see but from the looks of her, it was going to be nothing short of a miracle from heaven if we cleared the forest at the end of the runway. She had more patches on her than a Georgia quilt, and though she was civilian, you could tell she'd caught some anti-aircraft fire somewhere along the way. | Bobby Underwood | ||
| e990eef | I'm glad you're along, Juanita. We may need you to translate." "I forget to tell, Johnny. My Spanish not so good. I from Tijuana." We all looked at her in disbelief and then the laughter started. This was going to be one bumpy ride all around." | Bobby Underwood |