Illustrations Used in Proof of Atlantis?

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The legendary island of Atlantis has dazzled our imaginations for more than 2,500 years. Despite modern scientists dismissing the island as pure fiction, some people keep looking for it. The book, Proof of Atlantis?, provides evidence which suggests that the lost island was indeed a very real place.

As a service to those who have a text only ebook reader, the illustrations used in the book are duplicated here for their convenience.

Introduction: In Search of Proof

Göbekli Tepe, Turkey excavation
Figure 0.1. Ruins at Göbekli Tepe, Turkey excavation, dated at 9500 BC—only 100 years after the supposed demise of Plato’s Atlantis.. Photo: Benefits (CC BY-SA 3.0)


Bimini Island from space
Figure 0.2. Bimini island, Bahamas, off the coast of Florida, as seen from space. This is the location of a sunken breakwater said to be associated with one of the colonies of Atlantis. Photo: NASA (PD).


Santorini (Thera) from space
Figure 0.3. Santorini (Thera) as seen from the Landsat satellite. Some have theorized that this was Atlantis. Notice that the island is far from circular, and at 16 kilometers in diameter, the island set remains far from the size of Asia Minor and Ancient Libya combined, as described by Plato. Photo: NASA (PD).


Chapter 1: Proof of an Atlantis-Like Event?

GISP2 ice core sample
Figure 1.1. 19 cm long section of GISP 2 ice core from 1855 meter depth, showing annual layer structure illuminated from below by a fiber optic source. Section contains 11 annual layers with summer layers (arrowed) sandwiched between darker winter layers. NOAA (PD).


Mount St. Helens eruption, 1980
Figure 1.2 Mount St. Helens eruption, 1980. Photo: USGS (PD).


GISP2 ice core sulfate table (partial)
Figure 1.3. Partial table of GISP2 sulfate readings by date BP (before “present,” or 1950). The highlighted record is for 9620.77 BC, showing a moderately large reading of volcanic sulfates. Data from NOAA website.

Graph of sea level depth from R. Fairbanks
Figure 1.4. Graph from a 1989 article by R. Fairbanks, published in Nature magazine. It shows Barbados sea level curve based on radiocarbon-dated A. palmata (filled circles) compared with A. palmata age-depth data (open circles) for four other Caribbean island locations.


Chapter 2: Weakest Link and Climate Change 9620 BC

Illustration of convergent tectonic boundary and subduction
Figure 2.1. Convergent tectonic plate boundary. Examples: West coast of South America and the Cordilleras mountain range or the Philippine archipelago. Illustration by DomDomEgg (CC BY 4.0).


Bathyspheric map of NE Atlantic
Figure 2.2. Bathymetry of the Northeast Atlantic. Map by


Map of lithospheric uplift
Figure 2.3. Vertical crustal motions in millimeters per year. These rates of lithospheric uplift are due to post-glacial rebound. Map by Erik Ivins, JPL, NASA (PD).


Chapter 3: Geological Evidence

Map of N. Africa volcanoes
Figure 3.1. Seventeen volcanoes or volcanic fields in North Africa. The red lines indicate tectonic plate boundaries, excluding the Great Rift Valley partial boundary.


Map of N. Atlantic tectonic boundaries & AF-EU Euler pole
Figure 3.2. Tectonic plates boundaries (detail) by Eric Gaba (CC BY-SA 2.5). Africa-Eurasia Euler pole (bullseye off coast of Africa) added based on the source for this map by Professor Emeritus Peter Bird, UCLA. This is the pole of rotation of the Africa plate with respect to the Eurasia. Red spreading center, ridge, divergent boundary. Green transform boundary (sliding side to side). Lavender convergent boundary, compressive folding. Blue subduction zone, convergent but sliding underneath (arrow indicating direction).


Illustration of transform tectonic boundary
Figure 3.3. Transform tectonic plate boundary. Example: San Andreas fault line in California. Illustration by DomDomEgg (CC BY 4.0).


Illustration of divergent tectonic boundary (ridge)
Figure 3.4. Divergent tectonic plate boundary, also called a “spreading center” or “ridge.” Examples: the Mid-Atlantic Ridge or the Great Rift Valley in East Africa. Illustration by DomDomEgg (CC BY 4.0).


Chapter 4: Hints from Myth

Graphic representations of 3 Egyptian gods (Asett, Heru & Sett)
Figure 4.1. Asett (Isis), Heru (Horus) and Sett (Seth), Egyptian deities. Illustration by Jeff Dahl (CC BY-SA 4.0).



New Novel — Edge of Remembrance: Tales of Atlantis Lost

eortoal_coverMerla Velzna had saved thousands when her homeland was destroyed, but the future of civilization was still at risk.

Over the next several thousand years, a great many legends were born. This sequel to EoR: Gods and Dragons reveals what really happened during each of those events and several others, including,

  • The original Two Towers of the Middle Earth Sea.
  • When Helle and Phrixus fled their homeland toward the East, carrying with them the Golden Fleece.
  • Cecrops and his men founded Athens and struggled to come up with a worthy name.
  • Cadmus and his men attacked a golden dragon and soldiers sprang out of nowhere only to fight each other.
  • Jason and his Argonauts stole the Golden Fleece and Medea controlled her own golden dragon.
  • Odysseus and his men were sent home by Aeolus and his magical control over the wind.
  • When ice man, Ötzi, died in the Alps after being shot in the back with an arrow.
  • The ancients traveled to a distant land, 55 million kilometers to the East.
  • Cain killed Abel.

A sinister group, called the Order of Seth, ramps up their attacks on Gunter Jürgens and his crew, to destroy the evidence of Atlantis and of humanity’s far larger heritage. Gunter discovers a far deeper connection to Merla across the gulf of 12,000 years.

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Dragons: ‘Gods and Dragons’ Backstory

Guest blog by Carl Martin, author of Edge of Remembrance: Gods and Dragons

Dragon emblem and fairy tale castle
Dragons and fairy tale castles are a common theme in fantasy fiction. Photo of Castle Neuschwanstein: Softeis (CC BY-SA-3.0); Dragon on Medieval tapestry, 1907: Nordisk Familjebok (PD).

Dragons! What are they? Bare mention of the word conjures up images of fairy tale castles, princesses in distress, and brave heroes wearing armor and wielding a hefty sword. But how accurate is that image? Germany’s Neuschwanstein castle, near the Bavarian Alps, remains the quintessential palace for dragon fantasies. But such castles are the product of Medieval and Renaissance Europe. If dragons were ever real, they existed long before such architectural eye candy was ever built.

The word “dragon”comes from the Greek word for snake—drakon. So, it means a snake-like creature. In dragon folklore, there are flying dragons, non-flying dragons, water dragons and numerous other varieties based on colors, shapes, preferred locales, disposition and other traits. In some legends, dragon scales are said to be extremely tough, thus the creatures are difficult to kill. Some dragons were grumpy, some selfish and some were quite friendly.

Golden dragons were found in Egyptian, Greek and Georgian myth. The founder of Athens was said to have been half-man, half-snake. And the dragons of Mesoamerica were said to have been feathered serpents.

Perhaps the most intriguing aspect of dragon lore, besides their ability to fly, was their ability to breathe fire. This usually means that dragons exhaled or spat out fire, like a flamethrower.

Most scientists dismiss the notion that living, breathing dragons ever lived. What they seem to forget is that a lack of corroborating evidence never disproves an idea. Evidence could still exist, waiting to be found. But even if all evidence has been destroyed, our inability to find it still does not disprove the idea. This fact can make some scientists quite uncomfortable. They like some degree of certainty, despite their penchant for skepticism. Dismissing an idea without rigorous study and thorough documentation is one of the fallacies of skepticism and its misuse. Scientists need to learn how to say, “I don’t know.” It’s okay to have unsolved mysteries. It’s okay to have some humility about things of which you have never studied.

Possible Solution to the Dragon Mystery

While researching background information for this novel, I noticed several patterns and other clues that may help explain what dragons were and why we haven’t been able to find dragon eggs or skeletons.

In the Egyptian myth of the dragon and merchant prince, a wealthy Egyptian was traveling by ship with his precious cargo. A sudden storm damaged the ship, losing the cargo and killing everyone on board except the prince. A dragon saved the wealthy merchant and nursed him back to health, speaking to the injured man in his own language. In the story, the dragon sometimes appeared to the recovering prince as a dragon and sometimes as a man. Was the dragon a shapeshifter? How else can we explain such a strange occurrence?

Centaur fountain sculpture
Centaur statue. The creature can be easily explained as a primitive misunderstanding. Photo: Jurgen Howaldt (CC BY-SA-2.0-DE).

For decades, cultural anthropologists have suggested that at least one mythical creature was merely a misunderstanding in the mind of primitive hunter-gatherers. The creature was the centaur—half-man, half-horse. Imagine, for a moment, that you’ve never seen anyone riding a horse. The mere idea that such a creature as a wild horse could be used in such a manner might have seemed entirely unreal. Wild horses are dangerous. To an uneducated mind, horse = deadly danger. Upon seeing such a wild, new creature, the primitive would have been too shocked to see important details like two heads and six legs. They would likely not have understood things like leggings, pants or boots. They would have seen the horse and rider as one creature.

How does this help us understand dragons? Consider for a moment what a primitive would think of a modern automobile with a driver behind the wheel. A great, shiny monster with round legs has swallowed a man and made him its slave. The monster has eyes all around and looking into those eyes, you can see the slave inside. When one of the eyes on the side opens, the slave speaks for the monster, yelling out something like, “Hey, you. Move out of the way!”

The founder of Athens was named Cecrops—half-man, half-snake. Like the centaur, imagine for a moment that a dragon was merely a method of travel for the man named Cecrops. Instead of a living, breathing creature, his snake was artificial. It was a mechanical ship with a hatch on top through which the captain could rise to address his men or to survey a battlefield. His soldiers understood what was really going on, but the natives surrounding them were sorely amazed that this huge, golden snake could have the head and arms of a human.

If this hypothesis is correct, then the golden dragon of the Egyptian myth might merely have been the airship’s captain and his serpent ship. Sometimes the captain would have talked to his patient from inside the ship, and sometimes from outside the ship. To the delirious and injured Egyptian, the transition from human to beast would have seemed quite magical and confusing.

Cadmus and the Dragon

In the myth of Cadmus and the golden dragon, the Phoenician prince attacked the beast after it had killed all of his men. Cadmus knocked out the dragon’s teeth, whereupon several warriors appeared and started fighting amongst themselves. When most of them had killed one another, those remaining agreed to help the young prince build a new city to be called Thebes. Where had the men come from? Could they have been disgruntled soldiers from within the serpent ship? After the fighting was done, the golden dragon lifted silently into the sky and flew away.

Medea’s Dragon

Dragon sculpture
Dragon sculpture Font de la Cascada, Barcelona. Photo: Bernard Gagnon (CC BY-SA-3.0).

Georgia, at the eastern end of the Black Sea, was once called Colchis—the land of the Golden Fleece, guarded by a golden dragon. Jason and his Argonauts traveled to Colchis in order to steal the Golden Fleece.

A clever theft was seen by the Greeks to have been heroic, despite the problems such unsavory behavior created.

Princess Medea immediately fell in love with Jason and helped him steal the Golden Fleece from her own people. She helped him put the dragon to sleep and then traveled with him back to Greece. Later, when Jason betrayed her for another, Medea supposedly killed her children fathered by Jason and then left him to marry King Aegeus of Athens. There she had two other children. When Aegeus’s illegitimate son, Theseus, came to Athens to claim his birthright, Medea felt that her own son would be cheated, so she attempted to poison the young man. Outraged, Aegeus banished Medea, and she left Athens with her two children, flying away on a golden dragon.

But wait a second! Where did Medea suddenly get a golden dragon? Is this the same dragon which once protected the Golden Fleece in her homeland of Colchis? What if Jason didn’t mind sleeping with Medea, but never wanted to marry her? What if Medea didn’t travel on the Argo with Jason and his men, but merely tagged along, flying in the golden dragon airship? Medea may well have been Jason’s convenient “girlfriend,”until he needed to marry up in Greek society. Oops!

Imagine Medea flying into Athens in her golden dragon airship. What king of prehistory would not be impressed by such a woman? So, Medea may have had the golden dragon in her possession ever since she helped Jason steal the Golden Fleece. She may have been the only one in Greece who knew how to fly the serpent ship, especially if the ship which had once been associated with Cecrops was no longer in Athens or Greece.

Other Dragons

Dragon coat of arms
Dragon coat of arms for Heide family. Photo: Willy “Horsa” Lippert, Brunsbuttel (PD).

The feathered serpents of Mesoamerica may have been the same serpent ships found in the other myths. Consider for a moment the possibility that golden snakes were flying through the sky. Feathers are found on birds and birds fly. Perhaps the airship never truly had feathers, but in the simple understanding of the primitive Americans, a snake with feathers is symbolically equivalent to snakes that fly.

Dragons in other cultures did not fly, particularly those in China. What if the serpent ships had lost their ability to fly after six thousand years of dedicated use? Merely having such an impressive structure would have seemed quite magical to those who had never seen anything artificial larger than a handheld tool.

Breathing Fire and Tough Scales

Dragon fountain
Chinese dragon in fountain, Sentosa Garden, Singapore. Photo: Anand (CC BY-SA-3.0).

Did serpent ships have flamethrowers in their snouts? Or did they have something more high tech? Pulsed lasers?

The dragon’s reputation for its super tough scales may have come from having gold plated metal scales, or scales made from a gold-colored alloy. Gold itself is soft. What if the scales were made of a copper alloy, like brass or bronze? That would have been gold colored. While researching this topic, I discovered that one metal has a melting point very close to that of copper. That metal is the ultra-dense, super tough uranium. Could Plato’s enigmatic metal, orichalcum, be a uranium-copper alloy? This would qualify as sufficiently “tough.” It would also be compatible with the etymology of the word—”mountain copper.” What alloy could possibly be as tough as uranium mixed with some other element to make it gold colored? What land would have had lots of copper and uranium in its mountains?

Source of Dragons

Atlantis Backstory: Chichen Itza pyramid
Central American pyramid, Chichen Itza, similar to the one found by Gunter Jürgens in the novel, with its Atlantis time capsule. Photo: Daniel Schwen (CC-BY-SA-4.0).

So, where did dragon airships come from? In the novel, Edge of Remembrance: Gods and Dragons, the serpent ships were handcrafted works originating in Atlantis. A consumer economy would have to wait for the likes of Henry Ford and his manufacturing assembly line. Planned obsolescence was never a part of the manufacturing process in Atlantis. Everything was built to last for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

If you are one of those who thinks there’s no evidence that Atlantis ever existed, think again. Though we don’t yet have proof of Atlantis, that lack of proof does not prove it never existed. Such thinking would remain an argument to ignorance type logical fallacy. Beyond that logical foundation, however, we actually do have quite a bit of evidence in support of the past existence of Atlantis. For more on this aspect of the novel’s backstory, see “Atlantis: ‘Gods and Dragons’ Backstory.”

In the next article, I discuss the somewhat controversial notion that scientists are merely human with very real, human frailties.

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Sample Chapters — ‘Gods and Dragons’

Edge of Remembrance: Gods and Dragons - coverChapter 1

“And Zeus, fearful of his offspring by Metis, swallowed her to prevent their birth. The son, who would have become king of the gods, was never conceived, but Athena was born, fully grown and armed, from her father’s head. She thus became goddess of wisdom and of war to protect the homeland.”

“The Gods of Olympus”
Pithias of Melaneis, Euboea
c. 1170 BC
translated by Agatha Webberley, AD 2039

EPOCH 405, LEO 1066
(Summer 39, 9620 BC)
Pos, Atlan

Merla Velzna had earned the right not to kill. No one else born into the Military Class had ever gained her advantage—the freedom to choose her own destiny. For eight years, digging for artifacts had given her peace. Now, for the first time in more than a decade, her military training was once again active in mind and body. Someone was following her.

Foot traffic along the boulevard leading toward the government rings was thick with workers and slaves, on their way to start a new day’s work. Merla had always enjoyed the walk. It helped her to stay trim. It also gave her time to think.

Today, her thoughts had been crowded to the side. She did not understand the feeling which came with the awareness. Her physical senses had no reason for the deep foreboding she now felt.

Bright warmth covered the early morning city. Everyone moved at a modest rate—pacing themselves in the growing heat. She did not know how long the man had been following her. He had blended into the crowd with great skill.

She had always been aware of her surroundings. When the man with the dark hood and cloak had made the same turns that she had, her suspicions had been confirmed.

But who would have her followed? Could it be the Empress? In the fourteen years since receiving the imperial dispensation to leave the Military Class, Merla had not thought about the royal family. Why would there be interest in her now? But if not them, then who?

Or had she created enemies within the Science Class? Moving from the class of one’s birth was almost unheard of. Merla was still an outsider to most of her scientific peers, despite her proven skills as an archaeologist. Her current rank as a scientist exceeded her equivalent military rank before she had left the class of her birth. Was this jealousy for her rapid advancement?

Whatever the reason, she had to find out who was behind this person following her.

Before crossing the first bridge to the outer ring, she turned onto a residential side street with few others nearby. Next she entered a narrow alley. Because of what the man wore, she could not tell much about the his build, or what weapons he might be carrying. Yet, Merla could now hear his footsteps behind her, and that told her something. He was not heavily built, but she would not have been concerned had he been. She had the skills to disarm far more formidable opponents.

After about ten meters, she turned to face the man. He staggered for a moment, seemed to collect himself, then dropped to the pavement, sitting upright. The man then revealed scrawny hands dotted with age. Those hands threw back his hood. The face he revealed carried pale, soft wrinkles. Thin strands of white hair fluttered in a slight breeze.

“Thank you for agreeing to speak with me,” he said. His voice was high pitched, but his tone was kind.

Merla paused before responding, choosing her words with care. “I didn’t agree to anything.”

The old man blinked and frowned. The expression seemed to tire him. “You’re here.” He nodded. “I’ve come to warn you.”


“Our world is about to end, and there are those!…” His eyes went wide, his mouth stretched thin—lips apart, but teeth clenched. He sat upright for a moment, his body rigid, then he collapsed forward.

Merla rushed toward him, still tense with caution. She knelt beside him and lifted his light frame onto her lap.

His face had gone slack. Drool spilled from his mouth onto his dark cloak. His chest heaved in gentle, rapid puffs. He whispered something and Merla bent over to hear him more clearly.

“They’ve found me,” he said. His voice was halting and faint. He winced in agony for a moment, then seemed to wilt from the exertion.

“What do you mean? What’s your name?” Merla shook her head. “And who are they?” She found that the man had clutched her hand with his, and she felt him trembling as if the muscles were giving way to exhaustion.

“Not important.” He gasped for breath.

Suddenly, she felt his entire body go rigid again. For a moment, his face seemed stronger, filled with a fierceness to regain what vigor he could muster. With teeth clenched anew, he pushed out the words a few at a time. “You hold future of Atlan in your hands, dear lady. Hero of Kundelé will find even greater call to heroism.”

A moment later, his eyes went wide with pain and fear, then stayed wide but now lifeless. His limp body told her that the old man was no longer conscious. But she knew the look and feel of death.

Merla had heard legends and rumors of mystics who could do magical things, like telling the future. The conviction in this man’s voice made him seem to be one with that rare talent, or to be someone entirely crazy. She hoped, for her sake, it was the latter. Her prior heroism had involved too much bloodshed. She wanted nothing more to do with the military.

Politics would not treat her with kindness if others knew she had been found with this dead body. With gentle care, she laid the man’s head on the pavement and closed his eyes. The soul had already departed and no longer needed the opening. She knew that such was, for some, only superstition, but it felt wrong to leave his eyes naked to the sky.

She stood and made her way back to the busier thoroughfare. Moments later, she spotted a priest and told him of the old man lying dead in the nearby alley. The priest nodded and went off to notify the appropriate authorities to arrange for a burial.

That done, Merla made her way back to her office in the science building of the capital’s government sector.

She had already acquired her supplies and personnel. Now, all she needed was a ship to take her crew to the dig site.

Before she had her assistant, Chendar, make the call, she sat looking out her window at the gradual arc of the circular canal. What the old man had said came back to her. More than his words, the possibility of what he had been in life filled her thoughts. Could there be more like him? Is that what he meant when he said that they had found him? Had he died from their sinister power?

Merla swallowed with difficulty. As a military officer, she had been familiar only with an enemy she could see. This portent of a different kind of enemy troubled her. Yet, if these magicians were real, she had no clue of where to start looking for them, or what to do once they were found.

She nodded to herself. Yes, my military days are long over. I don’t need to find new battles. Perhaps they did not want the old man to talk to me, but that is done. They did not attempt to stop me afterward. So, it is over.

She had decided there was nothing more about the incident to concern her, but it was more than a few minutes before she turned to Chendar to have him call for the transport.


Military Minister Pelna stroked her narrow chin and squinted at the young woman kneeling before her. “You work for Imperial Chamberlain Grelth, do you not?”

The girl nodded in quick, short movements, eyes wide, mouth open but mute.

“Good.” Pelna nodded with more thoughtful precision, then winked at young Hringe Moditsa, a senatorial page who had been learning the secrets of the Order of Kelgani. The Order had been named for the first king of Atlan, Kelgani the Great, known for his decisiveness and pragmatic approach to the problems of rule.

The minister motioned to them both. “Follow me.”

Seria Pelna led the way from her well lit office, down a long hall, lined with military guards on duty, and down a narrow stairway into relative darkness. The stones of the walls were increasingly damp and musty. At the bottom, the windowless room was lit by several torches. A thin layer of smoke gathered at the ceiling, quietly siphoned off by near-invisible exhaust ducts. In the middle stood a table with all manner of iron tools—wicked, twisted forms of metal that seemed to have only one purpose: torture.

“Young Cressa, here, is a telepath,” the minister said to Hringe.

The girl froze, eyes wide, then fell to her knees, bruising them on the wet, stone floor.

“Yes, we know your secret.” Minister Pelna offered a pleasant smile, like that of a mother to her young daughter. “But now you will spy for us.” She nodded toward a dark figure in the corner. The heavyset man stepped forward into the dim light. He covered his chest with crossed arms, thick muscles rippling underneath indulgent flab.

“Ker Balkonen is a biokinet. Do you know what that means? No? Well, I’ll tell you. A biokinet is one who can shape flesh. A good one can do this without killing their subject. A better one can shape the flesh permanently in a matter of minutes or hours. The connective tissue is somehow dissolved and reset. Muscles are strengthened, bone made sturdier. Some of our best workers have been enhanced under Ker Balkonen’s skillful gaze. And he is the best. In fact, better than most biokinets, he can shape the mind—giving us the perfect work slave, sex slave, assassin, or whatever.”

Minister Pelna squatted and looked up into Cressa’s eyes. “Your betrothed?” The minister’s nod was torture to the young woman. “We have him, or,… more accurately, the Worker Class has him. He is not as handsome as he used to be, though he is stronger. He is more dull-witted. You really wouldn’t like him, now. You wouldn’t recognize him, and neither would he recognize you. But we can change that. Change him back. Would you like that?”

Cressa started to sob. “What… what do you want me… me to do?”

“Very good. Very good.” The minister stood and turned toward Hringe. “My dear boy. Not many know of the Sorcerer Class. Only the most powerful. The sorcerers help those in power find new sorcerer candidates and to steal them away from their current classes. And only the power brokers have the talents of the Sorcerer Class to help them keep their positions of power.

“Now, Cressa Brezna is not a very talented telepath. She’s still learning. Her current position, assisting in the management of the imperial household, does not require great skill.

“Even the imperial household does not have a biokinet with the skills of Ker Balkonen. He will help you, Cressa.” The minister turned her eyes away from Hringe, back to the young woman. “You will have greater power with your telepathy. Ker knows how. He also knows how to help you hide your telepathy—to shield it from the prying thoughts of other, more powerful telepaths.”

Cressa looked up at the minister, eyes still wide, her face now frozen with an empty expression.

“You will tell us what the Empress is thinking. You do want to get your betrothed back, don’t you.” She nodded with encouragement. “Yes, you do.”

“I—I will do as you command,” said Cressa.

“Good.” The minister turned back to Hringe. “Take Ms. Brezna back to the imperial hub.”

After the senatorial page and Cressa had left, Minister Pelna spoke again to her biokinet. “What happened earlier with old Kotornen?”

“I found him, minister. When I caught up with him, he was talking with someone. I don’t know who, but I gained a good imprint of her. I will recognize her if I feel her presence again.”

“But what did the old fool tell her?”

“The encounter was too brief for me to gain an entry. Kotornen seemed to have learned a few tricks to block my entrance into his mind. I thought it best to stop him before he could say too much.”

Pelna nodded and turned toward the stairs. At the first step, she hesitated. “Ker, let me know the moment you discover the identity of the woman he talked to.”

Chapter 2

EPOCH 406, PISCES 1977
(AD 2037:0929)
Several kilometers inland from Puerta de Cráneos, Nicaragua
Atlantis Backstory: Chichen Itza pyramid
Central American pyramid, Chichen Itza, similar to the one found by Gunter Jürgens in the novel, with its Atlantis time capsule. Photo: Daniel Schwen (CC-BY-SA-4.0).

Gunter Jürgens took off his hat and wiped his brow. Almost nothing stayed dry in the rain forest. Jungle humidity made dryness near impossible, and the light drizzle made it worse.

The mound on which he stood rose six meters from the surrounding terrain. Layer upon layer had been peeled away until the pyramid top had been revealed. Now, a somewhat level circle of mud, twenty meters across, marked the end of phase one. After weeks of careful work, they now had a vertical channel opened to the ancient structure’s heart. The entire mound was sixty meters across, and stood to one side of a larger, circular island of mud carved out of the Nicaraguan jungle.

Musty smells of wet earth and decaying vegetation filled the air. Only an occasional squawk or shriek pierced the muted, gray noise of heavy mist settling against a sea of broad, tropical leaves.

Gunter looked up at the sky just as the Roanhorse shuttle appeared below the cloud cover. He knew that the shuttles were fast, but seconds to travel from Scotland still seemed impossibly short.

As the shuttle settled toward the ground near the center of camp, Gunter made his way down the muddy slope.

He looked back over his shoulder and yelled to his foreman. “Al, get the rope ladder. We’re going in.”

At the mound top, Al Montoya and half a dozen workers stood gaping into the pyramid opening. One of the workers aimed a large flashlight down the throat of the ancient building. Several large stones and dozens of smaller ones decorated the mound’s upper slope just beyond the hole that held their attention.

Of the stones they had removed, all were a medium gray granite. Each had been square cut with remarkable precision. Interior surfaces were smooth, but exterior surfaces had retained a high polish, all the more remarkable because of their great age.

Gunter’s foreman, Al, was a burly mestizo, with a square face and aquiline nose that spoke of ancient Mayan heritage. The foreman looked away from the pyramid’s hole, in Gunter’s direction. “Sí, jefe.” He took the flashlight from the worker and ordered him in Spanish to retrieve the ladder.

Gunter Jürgens was a second-generation American, on his Dad’s side. This was his dig, though he did not look the part. Boyish and handsome face, and light brown crew cut made him appear immature. He stood only 177 centimeters high—medium height for a gringo—but he carried himself with authority. However, it was more important to him that he went out of his way to treat each worker with respect.

As he continued toward the shuttle, his glance met that of Lieutenant Rodriguez. The officer had just given an order to one of his privates who now trotted off toward the clearing’s outer edge where the other guards on duty stood. Gunter gave the officer a warm, open smile. The lieutenant looked away, and turned his gaze to the site’s jungle perimeter.

Gunter chuckled. All this activity probably woke them up.

The Nicaraguan government had assigned close to two dozen soldiers to oversee camp security. Treasure hunters were always a threat at a fresh antiquities site, especially in the last few years, and almost always they were armed. Nicaragua’s poor economy had become even weaker in the new interstellar marketplace. That had given birth to a new breed of criminals, more desperate and ruthless than anything Central America had seen in decades.

The dig was under the joint sponsorship of the Nicaraguan government, the British Academy’s archaeological branch, and Roanhorse Aerospace. The aerospace company had supplied the high-tech devices used to discover the site. A warpfield sensor scan of Nicaragua’s eastern hills had revealed many interesting structures hidden beneath the forests and farmland—small villages, solitary buildings of unknown purpose, and the buried ruins of an aqueduct.

The pyramid being investigated had set off nearly all of the sophate* detection algorithms. Within a very small space was an unnatural level of complex, inorganic structure and rare elements. A special survey marker had tagged the spot several weeks before. Gunter glanced toward the marker. It now lay on a tarp protecting a stack of provisions next to the main tent.

“The proverbial ‘X,’” he told himself softly. “The treasure is almost ours. And just a short distance from a town called Gate of Skulls. How poetic.” In his mind’s eye, he pictured pirates standing around an unearthed treasure chest. The image brought a brief smile to his face.

As Gunter neared the shuttle, Jack Gillenwater was stepping off into the mud, wearing a light gray slicker and black rain boots. Jack’s rain cap made him look a bit comical, but Gunter was not feeling the humor of it.

The representative from Roanhorse Aerospace was here to oversee the treasure chest’s opening, and that made the archaeologist a little anxious. Gunter wanted to think he was in control of the dig and its findings, but with three sponsors, reality differed. So far, they had given him nothing about which to complain. Each group had left him alone, accepting daily progress reports, for the most part without any questions. This was the first sponsor visit.

Jack Gillenwater stood a tall, 191 centimeters. He had a pleasant, oval face with strong, well-defined features. There was an easy power from his movements that suggested this mid-thirties executive worked out regularly. He turned at the sound of Gunter’s approach.

“Mister Jürgens,” said Jack. “So good to see you again.”

The two shook hands. Gunter made it a short formality. Pleasantries and politics were two of his least favorite activities.

“Gus. Please call me Gus.”

“Certainly. Of course. Then, by all means, call me Jack.” The Roanhorse representative propped his hands on his hips and nodded toward the mound, with its scatter of huge, cut stones, and large flank of displaced earth. “The hill looks a great deal shorter, what with four meters shaved off the top.”

Gunter nodded, pursing his lips, then glanced upward to see the shuttle hover for a moment before vanishing into the gray sky.

Jack hesitated, studying the archaeologist for a moment.

“Please.” Jack pointed with his open hand toward the buried pyramid. “Let’s see this treasure chest of yours.”

Gunter offered a weak smile at the statement of ownership, and led the way toward the pyramid. He knew the artifact was not his, but appreciated the man’s attempt at breaking the moment’s awkwardness. Ownership had never been his aim. The opportunity to work with such a find—that was what drove him.

Now, if only the rain would stop. Again, Gunter glanced at the sky. Too many problems with the slippery mud—minor injuries, mudslides—all making the work harder, and slower. And now that the pyramid is open, we’re going to have to pitch a tent over the opening to keep the interior from flooding.

The past decade had given Nicaragua’s eastern coast a series of record rains. At times, the mud would liquefy. The frame they had constructed for lifting the upper level stones from the pyramid had been apt to sink into the mud, especially with stones weighing more than a metric ton.

Injuries had been relatively minor, except for a broken arm when the lifting frame had slipped. Thankfully, there had been no fatalities.

Fifteen trabajadores from Managua did most of the manual labor. Of the locals, only Al, their supervisor, spoke fluent English and Spanish. Amongst the soldiers, only the lieutenant spoke a little English, but he usually deferred to Al for translations.

Gunter scanned the camp’s periphery, a rough circle two hundred and fifty meters across. He noticed two soldiers talking to one another, looking in his direction. He glanced at the other guards around the perimeter. As usual, they were paired and evenly spaced along the jungle wall and several meters from the clearing’s edge.

Gunter’s cellular phone chimed and he answered. “Gus here. Hi, Toshi. We’re about to go into the pyramid.” He listened while he and Jack continued toward the mound. “Good work, Toshi. See you shortly.”

Gunter chuckled as he holstered his phone, then muttered to himself. “This is the best darn day of my life.”

“So?” asked Jack.

Gunter sobered a bit. “Lab results. We found organic material at the top of the pyramid, and under nearly three meters of soil. Dated, it comes in at a little over eight thousand years old. That’s six thousand BC.”


“That makes the pyramid very old. It was already here when the organic material was deposited. The pyramid had to have been built sometime before that—hundreds, maybe even thousands of years earlier.” He pointed toward the mound ahead of them. “What we’re about to enter might just be the oldest pyramid on the planet.”

Jack took the lead as they started up the mound, and Gunter sped his pace to keep up.

On the mound’s top, the workers had already staked out the load lines of the rope ladder. Despite the soft mud, the load lines were long enough and there were enough stakes in place to support one large man on the ladder, possibly two. Even so, Al had four men stand on each rope extension, next to the stakes to give the ladder extra stability.

At the pyramid opening, Gunter introduced Al. “Jack, I believe you’ve met Alberto Montoya, my foreman.”

“Señor Gillenwater,” said Al. “Mucho gusto.” The two men shook hands. “It is a pleasure to meet you again. Would you like to see our treasure chest?”

“The pleasure is mine, Señor Montoya.” Jack glanced down the dark hole next to them, then back to Gunter. “Is it entirely safe?”

“No booby traps, if that’s what you mean.” Gunter laughed. “But I’ll go down first.” He received the large flashlight from Al and thanked his foreman. Clipping it to his belt, Gunter then started down.

Jack watched the archaeologist descend into the darkness. In moments, all he could see was the mist-like rain that entered the pyramid’s throat.

After about ten meters, Gunter stepped away from the ladder and yelled. “I’ll steady it for you. Come on down.”

As Jack neared the bottom, Gunter spoke again. “Careful. The floor is another two meters down.”

Gunter removed the flashlight from his belt and aimed it at the platform on which he stood. Jack could see the platform’s edge give way to blackness, marking off a space little better than two meters by one.

“This is the treasure chest we’re standing on.”

With the flashlight, Gunter guided their way off the platform. A quick scan showed an empty chamber—no other artifacts or markings. One wall opened to a short corridor blocked on the other end by the small pyramid’s outer wall.

Gunter turned the flashlight back to their treasure. A simple, rectangular, gray stone box stood on a pedestal that elevated the box a little over half a meter off the chamber floor. A stone lid, nearly ten centimeters thick, covered the top of the box. Notches on the corners and halfway along the lengths of the box kept the lid in place.

For the moment, all thought of Roanhorse intrusion left Gunter. Here in the midst of such an ancient artifact, he could not stop smiling. He fidgeted like a young school boy on a first date, switching the flashlight between hands. Several times, he attempted to dry his hands on his pants.

In his imagination, he saw men and women, in a solemn ceremony, placing the box onto its stone pedestal. He was puzzled at how effortlessly they moved the massive artifact. He was also puzzled that his imagination had chosen to clothe them in modern dress.

“Doesn’t look like much,” said Jack, “at least on the outside.”

“Hmm-m-m, yep.” Gunter hesitated a moment, not sure he should say what was on his mind. Finally, he said, “Jack, I meant to thank you and Roanhorse Aerospace for sponsoring this dig. I might never have found this without—”

“Gus, don’t worry about it.” Jack held up a hand where it would show in the reflected light. “Listen. I know this is awkward having me here, but it’s not what you think. I’m giddy as hell over your discovery. But I’m also here to help in any way I can.”

Gunter nodded.

“And,” Jack added, taking a deep breath, “I’m not here to interfere. You’re the expert. This is your show.”

Puffed cheeks made Gunter look silly in the dim light. He let out the air slowly. “Thanks, Jack. I appreciate that.”

Jack looked away and stroked his jaw. Then he put a hand on one of the corners of their stone treasure chest and faced Gunter more fully. “When you came to RAS Scotland, four months ago, you suspected we had technology—the kind that could help you find prime dig sites. And you were right. Yeah, but we didn’t tell you half the stuff we have in our arsenal.”

Gunter tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “I hope something to solve another problem we have. We know there’s a gold box inside this stone one. We know there’s a lot of detail inside that. But in order to get to the detail, we’re going to have to remove both lids and take the items out piecemeal. I’d like to open them in a more controlled environment.”

Jack chuckled. “Is the opening above big enough?”

“For the box to fit through? Sure, but this thing weighs several tons. There’s a lot of solid gold inside. And the stone itself—got to be heavy.”

“We can levitate out the entire stone box with all its contents. The same warpfield that drives our ships. Then take it anywhere you want.”

“That’s got to take a lot of energy.”

“Not really. It takes surprisingly little to maintain the warpfield. And, with the field’s inertial and gravitational attenuation, there’s effectively no weight to lift.” Jack nodded. “Really. It’s no problem.”

Gunter felt suddenly free of any emotional restraint. “Well, damn, Sam. That’s great!” He threw back his head and laughed. “Jack, we’re going to get along just fine. That’s a promise.”

Jack reached up for the rope ladder and started to lift himself onto the stone box lid.

“Question, Jack.” Gunter clipped the flashlight back onto his belt. “If you can have this levitated out, how long would it take to get it to Managua—to the warehouse lab?” Gunter joined Jack on the stone box.

Jack laughed. “Minutes, if not seconds.” He was still chuckling as he started back up.

Gunter’s smile was broad and relaxed as he held the ladder steady. While waiting for the okay from Jack, he looked down.

His attention moved into the object beneath his feet, and the hairs on his arms began to rise.

Everything in his life seemed to have prepared him for this trophy, yet he felt insignificant next to it. Until now, his life’s work had been supported by known history. The culture of five thousand years had always cushioned him from the unknown’s abyss. Within the stone box, time dropped away as a chasm. Now, he saw the six thousand years between the bottom of history and this object—this end to someone else’s history. He felt naked above it. Nothing lay between him and the ancient of ancients.

Closing his eyes, Gunter felt suddenly dizzy. He blinked for a moment, took a slow, uneasy breath, and exhaled raggedly. Then he looked up and saw Jack wave to him.

Glancing again at the artifact, he imagined opening its secrets. “Soon,” he whispered.

Gunter nodded and started up.

* sophateadj. Derived from or made by intelligent beings. [sophos, skilled, clever; -ate, derived from. A word coined by Professor Max Wollenslagel, Cambridge, during the 2025 Edinburgh Conference on “Ethical Conduct in Space Exploration and Colonization,” from which the Edinburgh Accords were developed.]

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Merla Velzna

Merla Velzna had earned the right not to kill. No one else born into the Military Class had ever gained her advantage—the freedom to choose her own destiny. For eight years, digging for artifacts had given her peace. Now, for the first time in more than a decade, her military training was once again active in mind and body. Someone was following her.

Gunter Jürgens

Everything in his life seemed to have prepared him for this trophy, yet he felt insignificant next to it. Until now, his life’s work had been supported by known history. The culture of five thousand years had always cushioned him from the unknown’s abyss. Within the stone box, time dropped away as a chasm. Now, he saw the six thousand years between the bottom of history and this object—this end to someone else’s history. He felt naked above it. Nothing lay between him and the ancient of ancients.

Merla Velzna

As an imperial archaeologist, Merla’s only concern should have been the safe retrieval of ancient technology, but she could not help being curious about the ancestors behind these artifacts. She wondered what their lives must have been like before their civilization suddenly ended. Long before history began, a powerful force of nature had caused that abrupt ending, and had laid these remains to rest. No one yet knew that the same force would soon return.

Merla Velzna

Lessons came back to her from one of her military instructors when she was still a teenager. He had drilled into her the need to commit to an action or not to do that action at all. How did he talk about it? “A lack of commitment is the corrupter of the mind, turning reason into reasonableness. Half-measures are the vacation of the confused.”

Merla Velzna

Merla unfolded the bulletin, looked at it again, then turned her attention to gaze out at the small stretch of circular canal, warmed by late-afternoon sun. The familiar beauty of it now seemed unreal, like a picture projected onto thin gauze.

Merla Velzna

“Damn them!” Merla crushed the bulletin into a wad and threw it across her desk, widely missing the wastebasket. “Damn their secrets!”

Merla Velzna

So much needed to be done to save lives, and if possible, to save civilization. What an impossible task! It loomed in her mind as if it were a mountain on her path. But Merla would do everything in her power to attempt that task. Again, she looked at the bulletin and then glanced at the clock on her desk.

Ker Balkonen

Ker Balkonen straightened in his chair and blinked several times. Like a faint whiff of something familiar, he had sensed the presence of someone who had eluded him for nearly two months. It was as if the mysterious woman old Kotornen had talked to had suddenly come back from a great distance.

Tegrit Arkonen

The emblem [imperial fasces] dominated the room, stretching nearly five meters across the center of the broad, front wall. By design, though, it did not dwarf the slender old woman. Quite the contrary, its forced perspective made her appear to be the source of its power. Her simple hand motion to the young senator carried the weight of the entire Empire, and even the most senior senators responded with reverence.

With the Chief Arbiter’s gesture, the whispers gave way to silence, and young Arkonen let the burden of that quiet linger a moment before he spoke.

Professor Ganni Morzna

Her old professor raised a cautionary finger. “The edge of history is fragile. It is a time following myth and legend where the seeds of memory are planted. Such memory does more than prove a people existed. It proves they thought about more than mere survival. But that memory is itself fragile. One discovery could push the edge of history back hundreds of years, while one massive disaster could move it forward, in limbo, until a new history might start.”

Merla Velzna

Her gaze drifted upward, taking in the broad expanse of sky, decorated with only a handful of clouds. In her mind, she could see the black of space, beyond the blue sky, and the candle-like stars flickering amongst all that emptiness.

A part of her did not want to be here now. She felt smothered by the hidden shroud of blackness—the truth behind the pleasant façade of blue sky. The blackness of the inevitable was larger than she could fathom. Her heart could not ache enough to hold the enormity of what was about to happen—to her friends, to all the little things that made life bearable, to all the pieces of art and literature, and to the memories of these things. All the candles might be going out at once, leaving darkness and forgotten dreams.

Gunter Jürgens

Gunter returned with two more beers and two baskets. He sat down and continued, “In southern Spain, there’s a city called ‘Cádiz.’ Earlier it was called ‘Gadir’ by the Phoenicians who supposedly founded the community. Later, ‘Gades,’ by the Romans. The region was also known by the names ‘Gadirus’ or ‘Gadira.’ The reference in Plato’s ‘Critias’ was quite clear. Atlantis faced Gadira.”

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Atlantis: ‘Gods and Dragons’ Backstory

Atlantis Backstory: Chichen Itza pyramid
Central American pyramid, Chichen Itza, similar to the one found by Gunter Jürgens in the novel, with its Atlantis time capsule. Photo: Daniel Schwen (CC-BY-SA-4.0).

Guest Blog by Carl Martin, author of Edge of Remembrance: Gods and Dragons

If you were a scientist and you discovered something which went against prevailing tradition, would you ignore it? Would you destroy the evidence? Most scientists avoid the subject of Atlantis like the plague. Ironically, there’s more emotion and peer pressure involved than science and logic.

When a PhD in history discovered ruins in the waters of the Bahamas, not far from the “Bimini Road,” he asked an academic in Florida to investigate. The archaeology professor refused, citing that any involvement with such an underwater dig could ruin his career. Why? Because it could be associated with the Atlantis myth.

Dabbling in Atlantis without solid proof in peer reviewed journals is as good as professional suicide. Getting solid evidence of Atlantis published is impossible because no one is brave enough to look for evidence. If Atlantis did exist, investigating that past existence has become taboo to all but the fringe of science—the “nut jobs.” Thank goodness science has been blessed with “nut jobs” like Galileo and Einstein—going where timid scientists would not dare, despite the inevitable ridicule and hardships.

This novel—Edge of Remembrance: Gods and Dragons—is about two archaeologists faced with unpopular discoveries. But the realm of the unpopular is where things sometimes get exciting in science—on the verge of a breakthrough.

Merla Velzna discovers a pattern that spells doom for her homeland. A similar pattern had destroyed an earlier civilization—the Gereti Republic. Her career in the Science Class has been one of digging up the remains of that republic—ancient high-tech which makes her own land of Atlan the most advanced nation on the planet. Massive earthquakes had destroyed that earlier civilization. How could she know that the next such event would also destroy the land itself?

Gunter Jürgens discovers a pyramid in the jungles of Nicaragua. In that pyramid, he finds a time capsule which has lain dormant for nearly 12,000 years. Privately, he recognizes the evidence of Atlantis, but publicly he knows better than to mention the “A” word until he has far more evidence.

Proof of Atlantis?

Atlantis Backstory: Palenque Temple Pyramid
Did refugees of Atlantis build any of the pyramids in the Americas? Palenque temple pyramid. Photo: Jan Harenburg (CC-BY-3.0).

Do we have proof of Atlantis? No, not yet. But we have strong evidence of an Atlantis-like event happening at the same time that Plato’s Atlantis supposedly collapsed into the ocean. Four pieces of evidence coincide. Though correlation does not always mean causation, sometimes it does. Otherwise science would never work. If causation did not coincide with effect, then technology would be impossible. Science is always looking for cause-and-effect coincidences; ignoring accidental coincidences. It’s the type of correlation, here, that matters.

But evidence? Yes! While researching the background for this novel, I found some powerful confirmation. Here are the four scraps of evidence which support one another in corroborating the Atlantis-like event:

  • Plato’s mention of Atlantis sinking about 9600 BC. His documentation of the event in his Timaeus and Critias dialogues is pretty thin as evidence goes. It needs far more support. But a lack of evidence never disproves an idea. Those who claim that it does are dabbling in logical fallacies of the “argument to ignorance” type.
  • The abrupt end to the Younger Dryas about 9620 BC. Our current Ice Age switched from glacial to interglacial mode about 9620 BC. Within something like 30 years, global average climate warmed up a whopping +7°C. A similar warming spike had occurred nearly 3,000 years earlier, but that warming melted a massive lake of cold, fresh water. When that pulse of water spilled into the Atlantic, it shut down the planet’s warmth redistribution system—the thermohaline circulation. That plunged the planet back into Ice Age conditions for an additional 1,300 years—a period called the “Big Freeze” or “Younger Dryas.” Something happened about 9620 BC to break through the cold, freshwater cap on the thermohaline circulation. Something stirred up the Atlantic Ocean with sufficient force to restore the redistribution of warm water to the arctic region. A massive tectonic collapse could produce sufficient ocean turbulence to do this.
  • The appearance of volcanic debris in Greenland ice cores dated 9620.77 BC. A moderately large volcanic eruption took place at 9620.77 BC and a slightly smaller event record occurred two years later. The smaller “event” could also merely be a tapering off of the primary eruption. Based on the amount of debris, the volcanic eruption could have been either a VEI (volcanic explosivity index) 5 for a nearby eruption (North Atlantic), or a VEI 7 eruption on the other side of the planet. This was not a minor eruption. In the region Plato gave us for Atlantis, today we find the volcanic archipelago of the Azores. Could a massive tectonic collapse give us erupting volcanoes?
  • The sudden drop of sea levels worldwide at about 9620 BC. This evidence needs corroboration as a proxy for a real event. In a study by Fairbanks published in Nature magazine in 1989, seventeen thousand years of sea level rise are documented. Right at the end of the Younger Dryas, Fairbanks’ data shows a 2-meter drop in sea levels worldwide. Only two things could naturally cause sea level to drop—evaporation and precipitation as snow or ice, or a tectonic collapse of a landform somewhere in the world that created a void filled by that water. Snow fall, however, would take years to accumulate enough snow to account for 2 meters of sea level fall. The data itself may not be real. It could be from an error in measurement, from noise in the data or from some other anomaly. That’s why more research on this one point is needed. But if the sudden drop is indeed a proxy for a real event, then we have a smoking gun in the catastrophic collapse of a Texas or Greenland sized plot of land sinking at least 1 kilometer into the oceans somewhere in the world.

Individually, each fact is interesting, but not compelling. Taken together, however, these four pieces of evidence prove that something big happened right when Plato said that the seas swallowed Atlantis.

But these items of physical evidence are not the only things which support the reality that Atlantis once existed. We also have other items in myth, we have blood types and DNA, we have linguistic clues, and we have social clues that suggest Atlantis may have been real. In an upcoming article, I’ll discuss one of the social clues—matriarchy. This is critical for understanding the novel’s main character—Merla Velzna. She lived in a society dominated by women.

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Edge of Remembrance: Gods and Dragons - coverNearly 12,000 years ago, one woman saved the future of civilization. Her name was Merla Velzna and she was no ordinary woman. She was born into the Military Class, fought many battles, and led thousands of soldiers into the fray. After becoming the Hero of Kundelé, saving thousands of lives and capturing thousands more of the enemy, she was awarded an imperial dispensation. She chose to leave the military and to take up archaeological science—digging up ancient technology. Finally, she had earned the right not to kill.

Gunter Jürgens was also an archaeologist. He ignored the modern scientific taboos. He did all he could to prove that Merla existed. What he found in Nicaragua was supposed to make it easy, but some people wanted to keep Merla’s homeland a secret.

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