I attended last night in a church hall a book-signing talk by a Mr Graham Hancock, about how the version of human history drummed into the heads of all of us from when we were in school is nearly all nonsense.
Being so old, I don’t often now go to talks like this one, where there are lots of other people. It’s because I feel so conspicuous, for most people at talks or social functions anywhere, are many decades younger than my 120 years. I’m increasingly aware of this, even though inside I feel no older than fifty. But, in appearance I know I look older. And, how much older? What must those at any gathering think when they see me sitting among them?
Anyway……..back to Mr Graham Hancock.
Having read some of his previous books, I wasn’t surprised at what he said last night, which was roughly the summary of his new book, “The Magicians of the Gods”, that you can learn about if you *click here*. I, for my part, intend to read “The Magicians of the Gods”, for Mr Hancock’s previous books – in particular his “The Fingerprints of the Gods” – have helped win me to the point of view that what I learned in school – which I think is what we all learned in school – about human history, is nearly all nonsense.
My researches in other areas of knowledge throughout the years since I retired from being an active General, have convinced me also that what we’re told by experts about everything else, is nearly all nonsense. Because this “everything else” comprised most of the beliefs that sustained me and gave purpose to my life, my belief system has in fact crashed. One of my esteemed readers has now caused me to believe that this was reflected in the crashed car-like tangled metal that featured in my dream that I spoke of in my *previous posting*.
Crashed-car, crashed belief-system. It does make logical sense.
Had I known when young that everything we’re told is true by teachers and experts, is in fact mostly nonsense, my life would have been much different. For one thing, I could never have become a General, because to become a General you must believe the things that every one else believes. If you don’t, it means you’re not like everyone else, that you’re different – something you shouldn’t be if you want to get on in life. And you don’t get on in life much better than becoming a General.
In retrospect, then, I’m now grateful I swallowed unthinkingly all I was told was true by my teachers and all the experts. If I hadn’t swallowed it all, what would I have become? A mendicant? Or maybe a monk? There aren’t many other avenues open if you’re not like everyone else.