Kura: Part III The Abyss of the Black Sea
[December 2005] Seven thousand feet, into the abyss of the Black Sea, where a hand full of shipwrecks, dating back to 3900 BC, about one hundred years after the destruction of the Great Tower at Kura, still remained, is where I’m bringing you; where some great flood took place. Below the current water line of the great sea, a waterline, eons old, John Michael Walsh, archeologist, from his mini submarine investigated this suspicious abyss.
‘What happened to these ships,’ he asked himself, which he just discovered, discovered and pondered on?
It was but a few months earlier, along this area he found branches, wood and rubbish for the most part (so he informed me), along with polished stones, yes there was a civilization here long ago he concluded, along the shores of this great sea; yes there was a war in the middle of this sea perhaps, he also told himself: the ships were there. And yes there was a flood, for the waterline was there. And here he was in the deep, the very heart of the sea, where he found ships, dark as it was, he had a beam of light from his submarine, thus, he saw all he needed to see; signs of carved tools were in sight; planks and ceramic amphorae, jars, ancient jars and wines.
He knew archaeologists have long been interested in the Black Sea, but he was the discoverer of these ancient ships, he also knew the story, the legend I should say: of the Great Tower at Kura. Perhaps these were merchant ships being escorted by a war ship, so it looked to him. He took some video images of the geographical area. Pondered on his thoughts for a while, stared into the blackness around the ships, the ancient floor of the sea.
As he looked about, he saw parts of the Great Tower to his astonishment; thus, the legend was true. But how was this indestructible tower destroyed. What could have happened? And so he moved about in the water. He discovered nickel, and iron, large and small amounts, all about the area; tantalizing evidence of an extraterrestrial cause, or roots of this mystery, or perhaps it was an earthquake, but he abruptly shifted his thoughts back to where they were, even so, even if the earthquake did take place, how was it triggered, it eliminated 90% of everything, or at least everything in this region of the world: it must have. This asteroid or comet that hit, most likely an asteroid he concluded: was, or had the impact of this is 100,000-times greater that of the strongest earthquake known. “Yes, yes,” he said, ‘…but was it this that brought the Tower down, brought the sea to its present structure, and brought the ships to its depths of: 7000-feet?
He had known of asteroids striking in Mexico, the Yucatan area, but that was millions of years ago, that ended the dinosaur age, but 7000-years ago, it was monumental stimuli for him. He was now in a daze, in a frenzy of hysteria, he couldn’t believe all his thoughts, his new ideas, his new discover. He would tell the world, he would be famous. The Great Tower of Kura was now rediscovered. He would be in the science journals, newspapers.
Then all of a sudden, just like that, there was a trimmer, a small shake in the earth, an earthquake, not much, just enough to disturbed the water, and he looked about, he had taken a vast number of pictures, then he discovered something else, an unearthed giant dinosaur, yes, yes a dinosaur, it was unearthed when the trimmer happened. “Just a minute,” he told his submarine, he talked to it as one does to his horse, or dog, or car:
“Yes, just a minute, I got to take a closer look at this, and then we got to get going back to the surface.”
Having said that, he looked at the clock, time was short, very short, and his fuel and air supply was short, very short, but he had enough, just enough perchance, so he thought, told himself, said to his second self:
“…perhaps, perhaps enough for…” then his eyes drifted to the giant dinosaur.
“It must be 145-million years old,” he told his Ms Submarine, “yes, indeed, I’ll excavate it, but what if it gets covered up again? or shifts to another location? and we can’t find it, I’m here now, now is the time; no time for paleontologists, or fossil hunters, I’m here now, no time to find a million dollar dig like this again, I got it now!”
And so he would not leave the site, and I must be frank with you, his ship is with the others this very day in the abyss below; yes indeed this very minute is where it rests in peace.
One thing the middle aged archeologist did do, he left his radio on, and I taped it, and a video image was released, and I have it, and so I shall be the next one down there. I was his only friend.
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
[December 2005] Seven thousand feet, into the abyss of the Black Sea, where a hand full of shipwrecks, dating back to 3900 BC, about one hundred years after the destruction of the Great Tower at Kura, still remained, is where I’m bringing you; where some great flood took place. Below the current water line of the great sea, a waterline, eons old, John Michael Walsh, archeologist, from his mini submarine investigated this suspicious abyss.
‘What happened to these ships,’ he asked himself, which he just discovered, discovered and pondered on?
It was but a few months earlier, along this area he found branches, wood and rubbish for the most part (so he informed me), along with polished stones, yes there was a civilization here long ago he concluded, along the shores of this great sea; yes there was a war in the middle of this sea perhaps, he also told himself: the ships were there. And yes there was a flood, for the waterline was there. And here he was in the deep, the very heart of the sea, where he found ships, dark as it was, he had a beam of light from his submarine, thus, he saw all he needed to see; signs of carved tools were in sight; planks and ceramic amphorae, jars, ancient jars and wines.
He knew archaeologists have long been interested in the Black Sea, but he was the discoverer of these ancient ships, he also knew the story, the legend I should say: of the Great Tower at Kura. Perhaps these were merchant ships being escorted by a war ship, so it looked to him. He took some video images of the geographical area. Pondered on his thoughts for a while, stared into the blackness around the ships, the ancient floor of the sea.
As he looked about, he saw parts of the Great Tower to his astonishment; thus, the legend was true. But how was this indestructible tower destroyed. What could have happened? And so he moved about in the water. He discovered nickel, and iron, large and small amounts, all about the area; tantalizing evidence of an extraterrestrial cause, or roots of this mystery, or perhaps it was an earthquake, but he abruptly shifted his thoughts back to where they were, even so, even if the earthquake did take place, how was it triggered, it eliminated 90% of everything, or at least everything in this region of the world: it must have. This asteroid or comet that hit, most likely an asteroid he concluded: was, or had the impact of this is 100,000-times greater that of the strongest earthquake known. “Yes, yes,” he said, ‘…but was it this that brought the Tower down, brought the sea to its present structure, and brought the ships to its depths of: 7000-feet?
He had known of asteroids striking in Mexico, the Yucatan area, but that was millions of years ago, that ended the dinosaur age, but 7000-years ago, it was monumental stimuli for him. He was now in a daze, in a frenzy of hysteria, he couldn’t believe all his thoughts, his new ideas, his new discover. He would tell the world, he would be famous. The Great Tower of Kura was now rediscovered. He would be in the science journals, newspapers.
Then all of a sudden, just like that, there was a trimmer, a small shake in the earth, an earthquake, not much, just enough to disturbed the water, and he looked about, he had taken a vast number of pictures, then he discovered something else, an unearthed giant dinosaur, yes, yes a dinosaur, it was unearthed when the trimmer happened. “Just a minute,” he told his submarine, he talked to it as one does to his horse, or dog, or car:
“Yes, just a minute, I got to take a closer look at this, and then we got to get going back to the surface.”
Having said that, he looked at the clock, time was short, very short, and his fuel and air supply was short, very short, but he had enough, just enough perchance, so he thought, told himself, said to his second self:
“…perhaps, perhaps enough for…” then his eyes drifted to the giant dinosaur.
“It must be 145-million years old,” he told his Ms Submarine, “yes, indeed, I’ll excavate it, but what if it gets covered up again? or shifts to another location? and we can’t find it, I’m here now, now is the time; no time for paleontologists, or fossil hunters, I’m here now, no time to find a million dollar dig like this again, I got it now!”
And so he would not leave the site, and I must be frank with you, his ship is with the others this very day in the abyss below; yes indeed this very minute is where it rests in peace.
One thing the middle aged archeologist did do, he left his radio on, and I taped it, and a video image was released, and I have it, and so I shall be the next one down there. I was his only friend.
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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