The Newton Stone
The Newton Stone, in Aberdeenshire, with the strange spiral and cup shapes. Picture: Stan Hall
Out of this world solution to a Scottish standing stone
THE NEWTON stone is a small, rather unassuming pillar in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. On one side is faded, ancient writing, on the other a curling snake and cylindrical patterning. Many would say that it is a typical example of a Scottish standing stone.
Yet one man claims that this is no ordinary stone, that instead it holds the secret of our missing pre-history. That it shows the birth of Jupiter from Saturn and more explosively, that it proves that someone was around to witness this planetary catastrophe and that this someone may not be human.
Stan Hall doesn't seem like a man who has come to the conclusion that life as we know it may be one big allusion. Sitting in his flat in a seaside town outside Edinburgh he tells of his life as a construction engineer before an adventure in Ecuador changed his outlook on life forever.
Hall was drawn to South America by tales of a fantastic mythical gold and crystal library, said to be hidden in subterranean tunnels somewhere in Ecuador. In 1976 he organised an expedition to try and locate the position of these extraordinary caves – even managing to entice the astronaut Neil Armstrong into coming along for the ride.
posted by Indigobusiness @ Thursday, November 30, 2006
9 Comments
9 Comments:
After reading your blog, I do firmly believe, you have to take of your Flash Gordon space suit, leave the clay people, and spend some time on the surface, before you go back to never land.
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Pelmo, I thought you were an idiot...before.
Now, I'm fully convinced.
Go back to your poorly spelled, fully measured, narrow world.
But at least I live in a world of reality. Unlike your bullshit, if it was measured in monetary terms, you would be a billionaire.
What do you know about anything, Pelmo? Your thumbsucked point-of-view assumes my posts are automatically endorsements.
You clueless windbag are no arbiter of reality. You are a joke. The clay people (whoever the hell they are in your twisted fantasy) must be far beyond you as company.
I'd debate you on anything, take either side, and thrash your pathetically feeble intellect.
Piss off, or bring it on for real.
I always wondered what happened to people who never got picked to teams on the play ground. Now I know. As for the clay people, rent a Flash Gorgon DVD staring Buster Crabbe and enlarge your universe.
Besides I don't debate anyone, who in the middle of the game starts to pout, takes the ball, and goes home.
I was usually captain of my teams, and I haven't gone anywhere...let alone pout. Just responding to your painfully lame insults and pathetic slights.
Anyone who thinks Flash Gordon and Buster Crabbe are ways to enlarge one's universe has no business using "never land" as an indictment.
If you have anything of substance to say, say it. If you only wish throw petty personal fits, go back to your playground.
Why don't you get out of your Zen like trance. Let a little humor enter your life. Otherwise your paranoia of being persecuted will lead to your downfall. Humor, try it you might like it. Ever think if NIETZSCHE had tried it, he would have not met with such a disasterous fate.
Like I said, Pelmo, you are a joke...but just not funny.
Lecturing me on things you have no understanding of, is funny.
I like to laugh with, but this time I'll laugh at.
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