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Vol. 13, No. 6, June 2017
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Reflections and Chronicles From The End of Time: Genesis

Carlos Cuellar Brown

This article was originally published as Chapter 3 of
In Search of Singularity, 20 January 2017


I could barely believe my eyes, amidst the dusty storm, my night vision goggles enhanced the chopper view. I was 150 miles inland west of the port of Maputo, overflying areas of Swaziland and Zululand. Below me, unearthed circular ruins, irrigation structures, roads, large stone temples and monoliths spread for miles and miles of arid bushland. The engine-driven rotor thruster glided us over the ochre hill horizon as the operator yelled vigorously, pointing down, “This may be the remains of a very ancient city.” Some estimates account for as many as 10 million structures scattered in about 15 hundred square miles. The brisk hour flyby tour stalled as the rotor hub tilted forward, violently scattering maps and flight plans into the cockpit aircraft foil.

A certain chill ran down my spine as we hovered over what appeared to be a very eroded and half buried circular ceremonial megalith. History is far more mysterious than we ever thought. Archeological findings presuppose an advanced population of 50 million living in this area 160 to 200 thousand years ago. Around the same time our most immediate common ancestor, a very primitive and pre-Paleolithic Mitochondrial Eve appeared in South East Africa. What a coincidence?

At a few thousand feet, thin air and ground weather conditions propelled the aircraft into vertical gyration. For a glimpse, I saw a panoramic view of interwoven pit mining residues east of the city.

Nearby in Monotapa, southern Zimbabwe, 6 thousand ancient gold mines have been located. With up to 50-foot shafts hundreds of these mines have been dug out. Small stone objects and charcoal bits have been recovered, cataloged and carbon dated. All this evidence has led experts to suggest these ruins belong to a vast gold mining operation somewhere around 200 thousand years old.

How could advanced humans with a thirst for gold build this metropolis with irrigation, roads and megalithic star tracking monuments, 200 thousand years before the Sumerian city-states gave birth to civilization?

Why would these people be mining gold?

Most ancient civilizations have an obsession with gold. Gold rushes have existed everywhere from the American Wild West to the Hindu God Brahma who was born from “the cosmic egg of gold.” In the name of the Pope and Catholic monarchs, conquistadors ransacked entire communities of Mesoamerica and the Andes in search of “El Dorado” the lost city of gold.

The perennial myth is that gold belongs to the gods. Those who possess it were conceded godlike virtues and power. This is why the possession of gold coins or otherwise became valued.

Today, gold is primarily used as currency and its “established value” is set by central banks who also get to keep it. On the other hand, the rest of society idolizes the useless metal glitter, forgetting its just a piece of a rock star.

So where does this obsession with gold come from, for what reason and for what purpose? For what is craved from above, is also desired from below and the road to heaven is paved in gold.

In Genesis 2, God redirects his disciple Adam, still alone on Earth, to the river of Pison which leads to the promise land of Havilah “where there is gold” and “the gold of that land is good,” says God, guilt free.

Could it be that alien species came to mine Earth for gold and needed worker slaves for this enterprise? Might this ancient city be the remnants of this operation? Could this have led to the creation of humankind? Could we be a genetically designed cross-species? Evidence of this is that 98% of our DNA is noncoding, intentionally and seemingly shut off to disengage us. Might the rest of our genes be otherworldly? Might we be capable of a host of unimaginable faculties?

The UH-1 Huey zeroed in on the heliport, its spiraling blades came to a halt. The dust settled and the air became still. The red-haired pilot unbuckled his rusty helmet and gallantly chuckled, “hope you enjoyed the ride mate.”



Carlos Cuellar Brown is a New York City media artist and essayist who has written on new media, social theory and metaphysics. His essays have been posted online by Opendemocracy, The Global Dispatches, The Pelican Web, Kosmos Journal, and STARDRIVE.

In 2013 his essay “Intermedial Being” was published by A Journal of Performance and Art PAJ #106 MIT Press Journals. In 2015 Mr. Brown was nominated for the TWOTY awards out of the Netherlands for his essay “Blueprint for Change”. He has been a regular columnist for Second Sight Magazine and Fullinsight.

His book, In Search of Singularity: Reflections and Chronicles from the End of Time, published 29 January 2017, is a series of reflections on the current cultural evolution from competition to cooperation, from patriarchy to reciprocity between humanity and the human habitat.

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