Showing posts with label Ancient Technology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ancient Technology. Show all posts

Friday, September 1, 2017

Since I'm In 'Artist' Mode ... Uffda ...

Over a year ago my sister suggested I try a painting that would look something like the one in the post this LINK will take you to.

Well, what with one thing and another, it completely flew out of my mind ... until recently.

I've been looking on line at relevant photos, found some rather impressive ones of both outer space and geologic formations that would be awesome to use.

I'm NOT going to even try to shoot for anything even close to the photo created by the person who created the beauty you'll see in the photo the link will take you to, and have serious doubts whether or not I'll be able to even come close to getting the general concept put together, but the thought intrigues me so I'll likely give it a try anyway. We shall see what we shall see when the time comes.

If you click on the link, you'll read that I thought 'PHI in the Sky!' when I saw the photo - that's because in HELL AND HIGH WATER (it's fiction, in case you're not familiar with the SONG series) there are references to relatives back in the far ancient days (think mammoth and saber cat) who went 'Hiving' in the stars, up there out there, before the advanced civilization of Phi got wiped out by the Extinction Level Event which triggered what we call the Younger Dryas. It took the mammoth, the saber cat, and many other species, that ELE did, and it annihilated a mighty big hunk of Earth in general.

Some of our Characters are separated from family members when they are caught on Earth away from those who are up there out there among the stars. Communications, let alone access, between Earth and the Star Folk are severed irreparably, one more loss to bear when the ELE and its aftereffects are already too much for people to cope with.

At any rate, I have no idea if I'll ever be able to portray what one of the 'hives' of the Star Folk might have looked like, but it's going to be fun just going through the photos of the Universe, and whatever I can find that might be used to represent the settlements up there out there. They're not going to be Space Station things, though. That much I can tell you!

I'm daunted, and I don't daunt easy.

Still gonna be fun though!! Pop that image, or one along the same lines, up to a four foot by six foot canvas and see what you think ... me, I'm thinking 'Challenge!' and I'm thinking 'Oh boy what am I getting myself into?' and I'm thinking 'My sister is either a genius or she hates me.' She wants it in high relief sculpted form no less. 

Uffda.

How about I just paint one and display it on a frame at a 45 degree angle or some such?

Heh.

I can make it the cover of a big triangular box and store stuff in there. It'll have to go out in my lean-to since this little house I'm living in now ain't got space for no such thing. 

Lord have mercy.

Like I don't have enough to do. I'm supposed to be rewriting the first book of SONG, making new book covers, concocting trailers, updating ALL of the books, yada yada and MORE yada. Do I have time to ding around with a huge painting? Well, maybe. Procrastination is my middle name. One of my middle names. I'm going to try to shoot for Spring Equinox to have this stuff all done, but it's not like there's any real 'deadline' for which I'm eternally grateful. Summer Solstice would be just as good a time, right?

I'll say it again, with emphasis.

UFFDA! 

Friday, August 5, 2016

Regarding COME HELL AND HIGH WATER



This is the postscript from the three books that will be COME HELL AND HIGH WATER.

The Extinction Level Event (ELE) that took the mammoth, most of the large mammals, and many other species really did happen. Our fictional Aduan did not, of course, cause it. Neither did anyone else; it was a fluke of nature, ‘one of those things’.

The presentation of the event is definitely fiction, but the sequence set in motion by such an impact is not. I have in no way exaggerated what is likely to have happened back on that day. I have, if anything, minimized it.

The temperatures generated; the velocity at which those big rocks, heightened even more by Earth’s gravitational pull, hit the crust of this planet; the amount of raw energy unleashed by the backlash, and what was forced into the ground; the magnitude of the earthquakes triggered; the effects of fiery impact infernos fueled by forest and plain, hot enough to create their own winds to drive them onward and outward with nothing to slow them; the volume of volcanic ash in the air and metres deep on the ground, on top of the ashes left by surface fires, and toxic gases released to create a havoc of their own; the ravaging of coastlines and far inland done by tsunamis ten times larger than we have ever seen; the steam rising above ice caps (glaciers) as the temperatures and velocities of those hyper-heated rocks hit them; the ice-melt breaching barriers, creating outlets for glacial Lake Agassiz (for example) resulting in an overland tsunami; an atmosphere so thick with steam, ash, noxious gases, and smoke that sunlight could not make its way through; particles of sulfur in the upper atmosphere turning back said sunlight; ultra-hot winds carrying raging electrical dust (and ash) storms for months, perhaps years, perhaps decades on end; intense heat and bitter cold, meeting in thunderstorms that send water vapor down in torrents that cause their own floods … it’s too much, and too big, for me to be able to wrap my head around.

Not a gradual progression over centuries, or decades, or years, or even weeks – but an abrupt onslaught with no time for rhyme nor reason, let alone recovery from one before the next hit. 

And that was just the beginning.

Atmosphere blocking sunlight means no photosynthesis, no growing plants putting oxygen into the air, nothing for herbivores to eat. Dying prey feeds predators only until the prey is gone. Drought brings famine; famine brings disease; disease brings death; death brings more disease and death and despair. Despair brings desperation brings war brings more death brings more disease … and the vicious cycle goes ‘round and ‘round for a real long time.

Waters sealed by ash; waters whose saline balance is disrupted by an influx of fresh water ice-melt; waters whose surface becomes way too hot; waters clogged with dead and decaying plants and animals … how could they support their own life forms, let alone contribute to the rest of the world?

The same thing happened to the dinosaurs millions and millions of years ago. Nobody caused that one, either. It just happened. Earth did not die; a whole new set of life forms (with but a very few exceptions, the rare survivors whose descendants live today among us) rose to take their place. Compared to that one, what happened 12,800 years ago (give or take a couple of thousand years) might be considered but a bump in the road.

But if ‘Something Happened’ today that was even a fraction as bad as that bump in the road … uffda … that’s the only word that comes to mind.

When it comes to the technologically advanced city of Phi in the middle of North America, that’s pure-dee fiction. Not that something like that culture might not have existed, mind you. I have no idea. Neither do you, for that matter. Nobody knows and none of us are likely to ever know. Whatever was on North America at that time is now a part of a black mat of carbon well below our feet. Anything that might have survived was in for more of the same, although on smaller scales, as time went on.

With our own technological advances soaring right along, in terms of finding the biggest and the smallest we can manage, in just the past few decades – it’s not beyond the shadow of a doubt that someone before us might have gotten to and beyond where we are now. We are not as invincible as we like to believe.

The world of my grandparents will seem as ancient to my grandchildren as we think of when we talk about the Iron Age, or the Bronze Age, or the Stone Age. Our young ones will never know life without electronics, as we will never know life the way our grandparents knew it. The ‘learning curve’, only a few generations instead of thousands of years, is accelerating rapidly, faster than most of us are even aware of. We have among us a lot of very smart people. Relatively speaking, it won’t be long before ‘Hiving the Stars’ might become a part of the lives of our young folk.

Who knows?

Not me.

But if that time should ever come, I hope they will carry with them the Circles of Dunnottar and the SONG of PHI.


Someone up there out there might recognize them.


Saturday, June 11, 2016

2016.06.11 - Background and (hopeful) Timeline for Publication



Soon SOON I'll be on track to be able to focus on finishing this set of books!

The symbol(s) are a helix fossil shell and the Circles of Dunnottar. The ancient spiral shell represents ... well ... ancient times. The Circles of Dunnottar are familiar to anyone who's read any of the books of SONG - the outer ones are Family, Friends, Freedom, Future - all interlocked - and bound together by the central circle of Faith.

That they are together in this image has to do with the times they represent ... sort of. The ancient spiral comes into play because in the upcoming set of books COME HELL AND HIGH WATER a couple of the Dunnottar Folk head back in time in search of confirmation that the Faith they share is indeed what it's supposed to be. 

They end up a LOT further back in time than they had anticipated, and find that 'Something Happened' way back then - more than ten thousand years before their own time and more than twelve thousand before ours. What it has to do with their Faith they aren't sure but they're there to find out.

The 'Something' that 'Happened' was an Extinction Level Event (ELE), the one that took many of the big mammals from us, especially those of North America - mammoth, mastodon, giant sloth, camelops, saber cats, dire wolves, many of the larger birds including the Aiolornis (look it up, you'll be amazed!), along with a whole long list of others. The Bison survived; so did the American Bald Eagle and the Crane ... so did others ... but not many of any of them. Whatever people were on North America at the time were also lost to us.

At any rate, the fictional premise of the book has a lot to do with our own incredible rate of technological advances in just the past century, decade, year - and the fact that we are no different from the people who came before us. If we can figure this stuff out, so might they have been able to, at least some of them. The Story Line premise is also based on recent archaeological findings that tell us our ancient forebears were a lot more 'advanced' than we give them credit for. 

They knew math, geometry, physics, architecture, geography, astronomy, cartography, and who knows what all else, and they were skilled enough to produce what even our most powerful equipment cannot replicate. All of this a long time before we thought they could possibly have been doing much of anything except hunting, gathering, and just trying to survive.

Fictionally speaking, we've located a small but extremely advanced society in the middle of North America back in the day - more than 12,000 years ago. 

Nobody can prove they existed. 

Nobody can prove they didn't. 

For our purposes nobody has to try to prove anything. That's one of the joys of writing fiction. It doesn't matter, not really, for our purposes, whether anything like Phi is 'real'. There's no absolute 'evidence', that anyone knows of right now anyway, one way or the other.

Because, you see, 'Something Happened' right around twelve thousand years ago - and about a thousand years worth of life on North America is now compressed into a condensed black mat of carbon way down there under our feet. Beneath that 'black mat' lie the remains of what was here before 'Something Happened'; above it lies the archaeological story of what's happened since. The black mat might have its own story to tell if we can find a way to read it.

The Little Dryas was a rather trying time for everyone but North America bore the brunt of it and was practically scrubbed clear of almost all life forms. 

The fact that our fictional culture of Phi was as technologically advanced as it was (fictionally) allowed some of her folk to escape - but they could not escape the consequences/fallout/impact to all of Earth that the ELE brought.

So that's the general idea of one of the two Story Lines of this set of books.

The other one has to do with what was going on with our fictional Dunnottar Folk  and in the world in general (sort of) starting in the year 500 CE. The Dark Ages were actually a pretty busy time, much more so than I expected when I started writing about them.

We've got the Younglings of Dunnottar following their Destinies here and there and all over the place. The Young Ones are right on their heels and the New Younglings are by no means willing to allow their older cousins to hog all the attention. 

Mythology, Legend, and History merge partly for the fun of it and partly because how do we know there aren't other Dimensions and Realms all entangled with us on one eternal Journey through Time and Space via the Spiral (PHI, the Golden Mean, the Perfect Balance, etc. known to us as 1.618...)? 

We're only just beginning to grasp the possibilities that quantum physics (for example) might present us with. Give us a few millennia (or a few years at the rate we're going!) ... which our fictional Phi Folk would have had before that ELE hit and 'Something Happened' ... the point here being that all this might be pure-dee fiction as it's intended to be - or it might not.

I ain't even kiddin' ya.

Trying to keep up with our Characters is hard enough once they all get on a roll - throw in trying to keep up with our own archaeologists, physicists, astronomers, technologists, and plenty of other '-ists' with all the darned recent things they're all coming out with and it's no wonder I'm wondering what the heck our Characters are getting me into this time.

Even so, it's a Journey I would not trade for all the tea in China or almost anything else.

We've got a preliminary Part One out and the 'actual' one in the works with the additions and changes. It's slated to come out at Summer Solstice; Part Two will hopefully be ready for print at Fall Equinox; with Part Three coming out at Winter Solstice to round out the year. That's the 'plan'.

Considering the fact that this is an extremely busy time for me personally, it's a good thing our Characters have proven to be effective and efficient when need be. All I have to do is write stuff down ;) 

The Mamm Books, Danann, and the Youngling Books are all about the same fictional family that has to make it through some seriously trying times as they both survive themselves and make sure the Legacy of which they are the Keepers survives - and they succeed, which isn't really a 'spoiler' because we are living proof of the Inheritance they've lived, fought, and died to Preserve and Protect on our behalf.

Just sayin' ... the Circles of Dunnottar : Faith, Family, Friends, Freedom, Future : are just as important to a lot of us today as they've been to all of the generations the SONG series is going to take us through as we share the Journey.

In case you were wondering what these books are all about, that kind of sums it up. 

They aren't 'fancy'; they aren't 'scientific'; they aren't 'provocative' (unless you're in a mood to be provoked); they don't have a lot of graphic sex or blood and gore. They're just 'family stories' that are told around the hearth fires of a lot of generations of these Characters.

Welcome to the Alianora Books of SONG!!

A side note here: all royalties generated by on-line sales of all my books go into a 'kitty account' and the current crop of 'Younglings' chooses a charity to donate them to. Last year they chose one of their own local groups, the Stonehaven Fireballs, in honor of the great job the Fireballs do to Protect and Preserve meaningful traditions, and because it was a Fireball event that led to the development of some wonderful friendships.




Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Something Happened

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Roughly 12,800 years ago, give or take a couple of thousand, Something Happened and life on Earth changed dramatically.

This is a book of fiction and not intended to be exactly a textbook about either ancient times or quantum physics.

But Something really did Happen right about that time, back in the long-ago days, and it was darned dramatic.

I almost stopped writing the book when I found out where all the inexplicable research I had been doing was leading me. I write fiction. I don't write 'actual stuff'. 

But our Characters ... well ... if you know them you know they generally have good reasons for what they get me into. And they're notorious for the phrase 'Never Give Up and Never Give In'. Arguing the point is a waste of time so I may as well just write the Story as it comes.

This particular one started just after I got Danann written almost a year and a half ago. In between the Younglings and a couple three books of short stories and poems, the research kept taking me in the totally wrong direction - back and back and back instead of ahead like it was supposed to go. I was too fascinated (and curious) to quit the Search.

There had to be a reason I was looking at really ancient stuff, so I started actively looking for something that had to do with ancient North America. 

Learned a lot, I did, as 'new' findings were coming to light even as my research was carrying me along that path. There were people here before there were supposed to be people here, did you know that? I hadn't either, except rumors. They were here a LONG time before our Native Tribes arrived across that Bering Land Bridge from Asia. In the days of the mammoth, not just at the tail end of those days. Some of our Tribes have ancient legends about the people who were here when they got here. Hadn't known that, either. 

And just exactly who were the Clovis people? About all we have left of them are some spear points - which are nothing like anything Asian or Native. The closest anyone has been able to come were a people they call the Solutreans, in France. 

Then comes the question: where did the Clovis people go? And what about the ones who were here before them, the really Old Folk?

See, the thing is that archaeologists and such have a fairly clear picture of the past few thousand years, and they have a pretty good idea about the Dinosaur Days and right up to when the large mammals like the mammoth and mastodon went extinct. 

But there's this thing in between the 'newer' days and the 'older' days. 

They call it 'The Black Mat' or 'Brady Soil' and it's a layer of compressed carbon that represents maybe a thousand years worth of carbon based life forms. In some places they've found bits of burnt bone embedded in that Black Mat - burnt at temperatures that indicate a heat source a whole lot hotter than a cook fire or a forest fire. 'Something Happened' back then.

Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences presents a pretty clear explanation of the Black Mat, Younger Dryas, etc. Here's a quote:
"Of the 70 sites in SI Table 2, 56 (80%) have skeletal elements of the Rancholabrean megafauna directly underlying the YD black mat (Table 1). Approximately 38.6% have mammoth remains, 37.1% bison, 8.6% horse, 7.1% camel, 2.9% mastodon, and 8.6% other extinct-species remains, all on the Clovis-age surface, and only bison remains appear in the overlying YD black mat."

Nature Geoscience has a bit about Brady Soil. Look it up; here's a quote:
"We identify high levels of black carbon, indicating extensive biomass burning. In addition, we found intact vascular plant lipids in soil organic matter with radiocarbon ages ranging from 10,500 to 12,400 cal yr BP, indicating decomposition was slowed by rapid burial at the start of the Holocene."
Again, 'Something Happened' - for example in southwestern Nebraska.

Loess is super-fine dirt, maybe ground to 'powder' by glacial movement, that's carried by winds and then falls and accumulates when the winds die down. It shows up mainly in the form of dunes. It brings to mind a horrifically more extensive version of the notoriously horrific dust storms the people who lived through the 'Dirty Thirties' (few and far between now, those folk) tell us about. Extrapolate from that to the tune of at least several hundred years, maybe a thousand. No wonder nobody can seem to find much of anything from right about then. There ain't nothin' left but burnt carbon in/under the loess.

Meanwhile, other scientists were developing better ways of obtaining and assessing things like core samples of ancient ice. Core samples are cylinders of ice (in this case) that go back a very long time; the deeper you drill, the older. They can date and test the ice samples to see what was going on in the world, a sort of timeline of temperatures and 'events' that left residue in the ice and such.They found some interesting stuff, including the fact that 'Something Happened' around about 12,800 years ago, give or take a couple thousand.

Erratics are rocks located sometimes far from their point of origination. 

North Dakota Geological Survey has a good description of erratics. They are deposited by glaciers - but (fictionally speaking for the moment) might also have been carried in a flood ... Something Happened to get them from where they were to where they are.

And I'm learning new stuff as we go along here. Bear with me or click out; I'm gonna see where this takes me.

GeorgiaBeforePeople is a WordPress blog mentioning the effect of Lake Agassiz's ice-melt on the east coast of North America.

While that's significant, for our purposes the southern 'outlet breach' is more so. 

Lake Agassiz was a glacial lake, forming at the foot of the glacier that covered pretty much everything north of it. The lake was bigger than all of the Great Lakes combined. 

Fictionally speaking for the moment, think of the effect of 1) breaching the southern shore of that lake, combined with 2) massive additions of glacial ice-melt triggered by unimaginably hot asteroids exploding into the glacier. The equivalent of an over-land tsunami would have been a not-good thing. The impact of that much water moving that fast would have been plenty, but there was stuff in that water besides H2O.

Our (fictional) city of Phi (which we've 'located' near Kearney Nebraska on the Platte River) would have been directly in the path of both the fire spreading from 1) asteroid impacts throwing burning debris and starting fires; and 2) the powerfully over-heated atmosphere itself igniting everything in a kind of spontaneous combustion - and that mega-tsunami flood from both the breaching of the southern outlet area of Agassiz and the ice-melt from the glacier.

Uffda.

Yes.

Uffda.

And I'm not even Norwegian unless from over a thousand years ago or so, that I know of.

Catastrophic Glacial Lake Outbursts are discussed by Kehew and Lord at a site about geomorphology.

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Just looking up all this stuff is enough to give a person chills.

I live in central North Dakota USA, although I might move to Minnesota one day, or Colorado. Right now I'm in North Dakota.

The Red River Valley was part of the lake bed of Agassiz - it's got maybe the richest darned dirt in the world, very deep and very black. Amazing stuff. Then there's us - breaking equipment every which way from Tuesday on Canadian rocks. One of these days I'll take a little road trip around our county and take photos of some of our rock piles. A lot of them have gone as rip-rap to protect the shores of our lakes and rivers, but ... you know ... there seem to always be more rocks. Now we know how they got there. Something Happened to put them there. On the positive side, we've got some great gravel pits.

Not to change the subject or anything, but I just found something I hadn't really paid attention to before, not being all that interested in SLOTHS to be honest. But the link has information that I find handy. Here's a quote:
"A well-preserved ungual of a pes documents the presence of Jefferson's ground sloth (Megalonyx jeffersonii) at the end of the Wisconsinan in North Dakota. This is the 1st report of M. jeffersonii in North Dakota, and one of few records from the upper Great Plains. An accelerator mass spectrometer radiocarbon age of 11,915 ± 40 years ago was obtained from the specimen, suggesting that the sloth resided in North Dakota during the Rancholabrean Land Mammal Age, just before extinction of the species. Palynological records from sites near the sloth occurrence and of the same age indicate that it resided in a cool, moist, spruce-dominated forest habitat in a riparian setting along the Missouri River. Its presence in that setting corroborates the notion that Jefferson's ground sloth was a browsing inhabitant of gallery forests associated with rivers. It is likely that M. jeffersonii used river valleys, such as the Missouri River valley, as migration routes. ...  Kihm (1987) noted the scarcity of Ice Age mammalian fossil records in North Dakota and listed mammoth, horse, stag-moose, and bison as being present in the North Dakota Ice Age megafauna. A recently discovered skull of the giant bison (Bison latifrons) from Mountrail County near New Town with an age of >47,500 years ago was reported by Hoganson (2003)."

And now we know, kind of, what it was like around here back in the day.

Kinda makes me want to dig a really deep hole in my back yard just to see what I can see.

To make a long story even longer, at the same time I was going back and back and back in time I was also studying quantum physics and learning about stuff like entanglement, and nano transistors, and particle vs wave vs both, and possibly inhabitable planets 'nearby', and the meaning of PHI (1.618...) and what shows up when you take a picture of two of the tiniest bits of 'matter' we can isolate whamming into each other at breakneck speed (phi) while our space vehicles are sending back photos of the immensity of our universes (shaped like spirals - phi again), and lunar/solar 'clocks' that are twice as old as any such thing is supposed to be (let alone where no such thing was supposed to have been possible), and that Canadian kid 'locating' an ancient site using logic and star maps and site maps, and the Progression of the Equinoxes, and yada yada.

It was both encouraging and kind of creepy to get scientific 'validation' for concepts I'd already written into our story lines but I'm getting used to that so I'm not quite as freaked out by it as I used to be.

Eventually the disparate lines of research came together, fictionally speaking. I first designed the city of Phi's physical lay-out, with its circles of out-lying Settlements and thought Hey that makes sense. Then I ran across Atlantis stuff and had to scrap that design as it had already been kind of taken - too close for me to want to use mine, that's for sure. 

I wasn't looking for Atlantis or even thinking about it, but when a person runs multiple searches for both ancient days and advanced technology type stuff ... eventually the two are going to meet if there's any kind of possible connection at all. So Atlantis popped up, along with a bunch of other weird stuff involving stone carvings and such that I might or might not use.

The point is that obviously I'm not the first one to think that there might have been 'advanced cultures' a long time before our own. The concept was well in place clear back in Plato's time for cryin' out loud. It's not a new thought by any means.

Neither is time travel. Neither is the colonization of other planets. Neither is blinking your eyes and being somewhere else, or sometime else. Neither are a lot of the things our Characters do. For me, the fact that I was getting 'new' scientific information that directly relates to that stuff is what almost made me just drop the whole thing.

Then I ran across another time that 'Something Happened' and I really wanted to just stop right there.

Apparently it wasn't enough that Alianora and Drustann had traveled back in time and found themselves in the ELE that took out the large mammals.

Noooooooo.

So I have to write the Story. COME  HELL AND HIGH WATER, I have to write it.

So be it.

What has been will again become; what now is has been already and will be again ... the wheel goes 'round and 'round ... and our world is founded, maintained, and progresses under the rule of PHI - the Spiral and the Perfect Balance.

Again I'll say it:

Uffda.

All because the next Keeper of the Faith was born.

Good grief.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Live on Kindle; Amazon in a day or two!


Introduction
About 12,800 years ago from our time, the technologically advanced Phi culture gets wiped from the face of Earth except for a few survivors who, once they get over being shell-shocked, make up their minds to share their Knowledge and give the remnants of humankind a kick-start in the rebuilding process. Carefully. Very carefully, as there are some who do not want their Knowledge and Wisdom preserved. You see, they won’t have it used for any purpose other than the good it was intended for.

Our own Alianora of Dunnottar in 500 CE is Keeper of the Faith. She and her husband Drustann intend to pass only the purest Faith to the next Keeper. To make sure, they enlist the aid of the Sidhe of the Ages in their quest to find the most ancient source. They want to go to that time and that place.

Looking forward to meeting the Son Himself in person, they are somewhat surprised to find themselves in a far more ancient world. Today it would have been 12,800 years ago (or so). For them, it would have been ‘only’ about 11,300 years in the past (or so). Either way, it’s a long time ago – for all of us.

The pair are totally unprepared for what they find when they get there. Earth is hit by one of the most devastating blows she has had to endure. If Alianora and Drustann have thought that the Keeping of the Faith has been difficult in their own time, they are in for an education about what the word ‘difficult’ really means.

The people of that ancient time must survive conditions which Earth has but rarely seen.

Centered in what is now the continent of North America, the culture of Phi has been let alone by the rest of Earth’s cultures for many millennia. Relatively isolated by geography, Phi has also isolated herself by choice. Her folk have, over the millennia, come from all over Earth. With none to either help them or hinder them, the Phi folk have had all those millennia in which to let their imaginations, skills, and Knowledge grow, flower, and fruit. The city of Phi, built only a few generations in their past, is the result. Phi is the heart, mind, and soul of the small but powerful culture which built it.

As Alianora and Drustann seek the foundation on which their Faith is built, the other side of Earth is in a world of trouble. And it’s coming their way.

Ancestors Mamm and Danann of Phi, together with a small band of other survivors, are making their way to the School at the Ring of Brodgar in Drustann’s childhood home of Orkney, which is where Alianora and Drustann have found themselves.

While the world around them is consumed by fire and flood, our ancient travelers must survive. Not only must they survive, they must see to the survival of their Faith, and salvage what they can of their culture.


Once Alianora and Drustann realize how very far back in time they have actually gone, they do not expect to find much that has anything to do with their Faith. Yet there they are, and the world is falling to pieces around them.


A Bit of Background

For those unfamiliar with They Are My Song, the books are a fictional account of one family’s struggle to do what they have to do when they have to do it. This family has been blessed by the Holy Trinity and given a sacred duty. By the grace of the Mother, they have been given also certain traits which aid them in their duty. They are of the race of Sidhe – human, but with an affinity to the Mother Herself which grants them gifts as needed.

Our family’s members tend to be long-lived unless killed in battle or by treachery. They have naturally phenomenal memories, enhanced by the ability to share them.

Backing them up are the Sidhe of the Ages. I suppose we might describe them as the Guardians of the Ages. Leashed by the Mother, they do Her Will, the Will of the Holy Trinity, in whatever way She sees fit. They do have individual freedom, but cannot – and would not if they could – oppose the Will of the Holies. They can and do come and go among the Ages of Humankind, pushing people into action and occasionally taking direct action themselves at the behest of the Mother.

The Stories of SONG have begun to skip about in time and place. The Mamm Books cover the centuries right around the fall of the Roman Empire. Danann takes us ahead in time to the year 3487 CE. Some of the Short Stories roam around in the rest of the Ages … this book will take us back further than we ever expected to go.

Alianora is the eldest of the Daughters of Dunnottar. Her sisters are Sass, Caileen, and Aine. Their children and the Kin Cousins, collectively the Younglings of Dunnottar, at the time of the beginning of this book, range in age from 12 to 24. They are coming into their adulthood. With the passing of Mamm of Dunnottar a few years back, the Sisters of Dunnottar and their husbands have accepted the mantles of leadership. They are at the height of their adult lives as Sidhe; leadership comes naturally to them as their birthright. The Sisters of Dunnottar are the daughters of Danann and Sidhelagh of Dunnottar, killed in battle and now among the Sidhe of the Ages, in Atonement for their defiance of the Mother’s Will. Their Voices remain to their family but not to each other; their words are spoken aloud by the Younglings Brann and Dothann so that Danann and Sidhelagh of Dunnottar can hear what the other has said.

This family is the Song of the Mother and their Voices Sing as follows:

Mamm is the Song of Choice; her Voice is passed to Merri, the eldest of the Younglings
Danann is the Song of the Spiral: Creation, Life, Death, Eternity
Sidhelagh is the Song of Peace
Alianora is the Song of Faith
Sass is the Song of Healing
Caileen is the Song of Hope and Future
Aine is the Song of Love
The Song of Unity is the Song of the Son and is Sung by the Voice of Ullin of Iona, usually together with the Queen Harp

As there are eight Voices of the SONG, so too are there eight basic notes in our musical octave. While the SONG has no words, the twining melody of rounds is the Music of PHI – what we know as the Golden Mean, the Golden Ratio, Fibonacci, Perfect Balance – 1.618…to infinity… – the basis of the Spiral of triangles which generates, defines, and perpetuates the world as we know it, from the tiniest sub-particles we can identify through the universes of infinity.

PHI is therefore the Realm of the Holy Trinity, and it is this Realm of which the Sidhe of the Ages and Ullin are Guardians. The Spiral Energy of PHI is the route by which our Alianora and Drustann make their way to where they are going.

Bound to Earth via the Spiral are several Dimensions. These are the homes of some of our Mythological Realms; for example Valhalla, Olympus, Atlantis, and others. Characters from these Dimensions pop into our Story Line now and then.

At any rate, the SONG of the Holy Trinity, together with the Circles of Dunnottar, is the Legacy this family lives, fights, and dies to protect and preserve.

The five interlocked Circles of Dunnottar represent Family, Friends, Freedom, and Future – these four are bound immutably by the center circle of Faith.

Ullin of Iona is a Character familiar to all in the family of these books, regardless of their time or place. He is friend, mentor, guide, and protector. His Power is unassailable; he wields the Staff of Authority. Nobody actually knows for sure who (or maybe what) Ullin is, but he is loved by our family and feared by any who would threaten them. It is also Ullin’s Destiny, and that of the Queen Harp his companion, to protect and preserve the Knowledge and Wisdom of the Ages as recorded in the books, scrolls, clay and stone tablets of the Libraries of Old.

The Gentle Ones, whose Realm lies inaccessible within Earth herself, aid Ullin and the Queen Harp. They also come in right handy to various family members now and again. Yet they are a Mystery and choose to remain so. Those who know of them will likely fear them; those who know them do not.

Aduan, on the other hand, is one feared by nobody – until it is too late. Seemingly as ageless and timeless as Ullin of Iona, one suspects an ancient enmity, although it is more likely that Aduan’s hatred is toward the Trinity than toward Ullin in particular. Which is puzzling because it is always by the Will of the Holies that Aduan is let go when caught. So we’re not sure what’s up with that and will probably never find out.

This part of SONG begins in the year 500 CE with a birthing: that of a daughter of the family holdings at Lairdubh in the vicinty of Perth of Albann (Albann is known by us today as Scotland). Lairdubh is early on known simply as the Perth holdings. The name Lairdubh means ‘dark mare’ and springs from both the black horses bred there and the Power of her dark-haired women, who will produce more than one ‘dark horse’ of History as the Ages unfold, though not all of them will have dark hair and eyes.

As the family spreads, their holdings multiply as well. Dunnottar is some twenty miles south of Aberdeen, a couple of miles from Stonehaven (then, and now). To the northwest lies our fictional Chattan of Fortriu, near to what is now Inverness. On the Continent are Tarnos in Gaul, Aquitaine, and Andorra which seems to have had a remarkable significance for this family from the get-go.

Iona, while not exactly a family holding, is nevertheless an important training centre. Tara of Eire likewise although to a lesser degree. There are such places scattered around Earth.

Over time, the family will follow where their Destinies lead them, all over Earth – and beyond, as the stars have always exerted a powerful influence.