In the Argan the Warrior series I often mention the ancient past, a time before the Flood of Noah, a previous civilisation that became advanced to a point even further than our own but with a different kind of technology than that we enjoy today. Theirs was, in my creative world, a technology based not on electricity as ours is, but on harnessing the geothermal, geoelectric, and geomagnetic powers that naturally flow within the earth.
Theirs was a very different world. As I translate the various concepts passed through history, descriptions of the world by ancient oracles, I see it as a world where an outer shell of liquid water high in the atmosphere protected against the harmful rays of the sun that so quickly age, degrade, and even kill us today.
It was a world where Ley Lines just beneath the surface provided highways for information transfer via something like our cellular networks as well as physical travel via levitation of certain types of stone by the use of natural magnetic repulsion coupled with human generated sound waves. Large flat sheets of stone would be used as vehicles, a triple wide surfboard made of slate, guided over invisible waves by expert drivers. These stones would be covered in woven rugs for passenger comfort, and soon earned the name “Flying Carpets”, although they had nothing to do with Genie magic like the cartoon versions of Aladdin. The drivers of these vehicles were expert Stone Singers, harnessing the earth’s power by tones that could manipulate the vibration of the excited energies between the Ley Line highways and the levitated stone providing high speed, frictionless travel over land.
A different kind of Stone Singer, one with different tonal qualities and a specific song, could mold and shape huge limestone and even granite edifices with little more than their voices working alongside the powerful geoelectric flows that swirled in the air awaiting capture and direction by a Master Stone Singer. It was by these methods that the unbelievably massive polygonal stone walls of Sacsayhuaman, the Cyclopean Mycenean citadels, and examples in Malta, India, Egypt, and across every continent, were built. Most lay buried for millenia beneath the flood sediment, concealed from memory for eons.
At least that is how it was long long ago, in the days of legend, when gods were more than idols, and men strove for immortality.
