About: The Gods of Gilgamesh

It is an intriguing question. Were there advanced civilizations in the far distant past? The archaeological record is full of odd finds that archaeologists (stiff necked conformists that many of them are) want to ignore for fear of being seen as non-conformists by the community slavishly following the current thought leaders. They are called “ooparts” out of place artifacts. They challenge the accepted wisdom – refined metal objects in rock known to be hundreds of thousands of years old, long buried cities beneath fused earth that could only be melted by nuclear forces, clear references to flying machines in ancient manuscripts, the list is endless across the ‘alternative facts’ purveyors on the Internet.


A ‘machined bolt’ claimed as an oopart in a rock (could well be a fossil plant). Source: Internet.
Hammer embedded in rock. No mistaking this one for a plant (Internet)

There is no doubt that there is intense interest in this topic. After all, consider what homo sapiens have accomplished in a mere five thousand years. From the atlatl to the Saturn rocket we have have been here for an amount of time that is invisible on the grand scale of Earth’s existence. In other words, what we have done could have been done by dozens of other sentient life forms over the span of time – cultures that could have risen and disappeared for many reasons from self-destruction to ‘self-deportation’ to other worlds (the Fermi paradox poses the existence of billions of Earth-like planets).

I have always found this idea fascinating. As a writer of science fiction the topic suggests a ton of interesting scenarios and story lines. In 1987 a lake beneath two miles of ice in the Russian sector of Antarctica made headlines. Isolated from the world for hundreds of thousands of years, Lake Vostok offered the possibility of a glimpse into the far distant past uncontaminated by modern organisms. Scientists were busy arguing about the best way to investigate the lake’s volcanically warmed waters without actually introducing new contaminants into it via their instruments.

Map of Antarctica showing location of Lake Vostok (Internet)
Graphic showing the ice cap (Internet)

We are used to looking at our globe from a north-top, south-bottom perspective where Antarctica is a bare rim of lines at the very bottom of the view. This hides the fact that the frozen continent is in the very center of the continental masses around the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. One thing becomes immediately apparent. All of those ‘similar’ ancient sites that contain pyramids and other ancient structures such as henges could well be connected by their proximity to Antarctica.

Ooparts, the frozen lake and the global network of ancient sites are but three of the random pieces of knowledge that began to ferment in the back of my mind. The result is “The Saurian Chronicles: The Gods of Gilgamesh.”

The story begins in the near future when the investigation of Lake Vostok gets underway. It poses the question: What if there was a life form that existed in the far distant past long enough to achieve sentience, then technological sophistication followed by a departure from this planet to explore the Fermi Universe? The answer is that the smartest of the dinosaurs, the velociraptors, did just this. Consider the fact that the dinosaurs existed for millions of years – not a few hundred thousand like homo sapiens – millions. Given that hard to conceive span of time, they could have developed into a hundred different civilizations and vanished utterly and completely by now. In The Gods of Gilgamesh, the science team entering into Lake Vostok for the first time in 500,000 years encounter something totally unexpected – the remains of an ancient civilization – and a chilling message.

Most common impression of what the first Velociraptors looked like (Internet)
Then again – they may have had feathers (tastes like chicken – Internet)

As the tale unfolds it reveals the facts behind our myriad ancient flood theories, about the global network of similar cultures – and most chillingly of all, about the deadly legacy of the Saurians – the descendants of the velociraptors who departed Earth in the far, far distant past to explore the Universe.

The novella is now complete and can be read as an e-file (a pdf) either directly on your device or in Kindle or Nook by sending $7.50 via PayPal to 


The next novella in the series, “The Saurian Chronicles: The Seas of Enceladus” will be available soon.

Artist Roel Wielinga’s impression of the leader of early Saurians

Why Blog?

There are a million or more blogs out there today, Why add one more? I think the same thing when I walk into B&N in New York or Smith’s in London, there’s a million or more books out there, why add one more? Perhaps you, as a writer or a reader have thought the same thing. The truth is that every mind on the planet is unique. No one will write YOUR book, or YOUR blog – and every new word you read may be the one word you have been seeking all your life. So, I write. Books, blogs and more. If there is one grain in the chaff that follows that provokes, educates, inspires, even angers…then I will consider the time well spent. Be warned, I will wander from my stated purposes from time to time.


I started writing at the age of fourteen and English Lit was one of the few subjects I excelled at simply because my teacher, massive thunder clap-voiced Mr. O’Brien, was unable to fathom the source of my strange ideas. Doubtless I needed therapy in those days, luckily I did not get it and so today the darker crevices of my perhaps tortured psyche serve me well. I grew up in the grim social aftermath of World War II Europe. I saw, and heard much of the horror of the wartime years and the price we all paid in the decade after. Ever since the 1950s ‘the future’ has always been brighter for me – and I have been chasing after it ever since. Teacher O’Brien was an oasis of interest in the soul-killing curriculum of Chatham’s Holcombe Technical Institute in the UK where I was being groomed to be a mechanic in the local dockyard. A carefully planned program of failing grades in everything but English (I do admit to being a stellar student in Inorganic Chemistry but only because it taught me how to make my own explosives), ensured that I was booted out of Holcombe with absolutely no future to do with anything mechanical. My english essays got me a post as an indentured apprentice journalist on the Chatham, Rochester & Gillingham News. At twenty three I graduated as an apprenticeship trained/London University Extension degreed ‘professional journalist’. A few months later I was working as a court reporter for Bermuda’s Royal Gazette. Given this result,  I think my misspent youth and dismal formal education turned out pretty well.


Chatham Technical School – the mechanic factory!


I  discovered a very keen memory at an early age. While I did filter out things I knew would be of no value to me at any time in life (fractions, programming VCRs etc.), an insatiable curiosity led to me collect everything else. I committed to memory, sketched, photographed, filed, hoarded and journaled pretty much everything I came across. I will not tell you I knew my future with crystal clarity – but I did know that I was collecting for one reason only – to write. I began this process in earnest with my first assignment when I started at the Royal Gazette. I was sent to the Bermudiana Hotel to cover a Lions Club luncheon in April of 1963. An army officer was presenting a talk entitled “Soldiering in Sarawak.” I sat down and was immediately offered a huge cigar by a tiny, aged man sitting next to me. He then began to tell me his story – at the age of fourteen he had been a bugler with the US Army troops that arrived at the Battle of the Big Horn the day after the battle. That made him 101 years old. I remember nothing of the Sandhurst accented speaker’s presentation. The eyewitness account of the Big Horn battleground has never left my memory. The details were gruesome – and different from the ‘official’ accounts still propagated today. That’s the moment when I realized I needed to ‘collect’ everything I saw heard and experienced. I knew then that this was to be the pool from which I would later draw inspiration for non-fiction and fiction books, and every other form of written and spoken word I would produce later in life.


Custer’s last stand courtesy of History.com. Not the way it was described to me.