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Bimini
Road
And, in a deft
stroke of synchronistic timing, an article appeared in the January,
1997 Harper's, just as I was first working on this piece
about Cayce. It examined the whole business of the stone road off
Bimini (and the reemergence of Atlantis) from the perspective of
a disenchanted son of an inveterate (and well-known) New Ager. Ptolemy
Tompkins, the author of "Lost Atlantis: Nude scientists, giant sharks,
bad vibes, and me," is the son of Peter Tompkins, who wrote Secrets
of the Great Pyramid and, with Christopher Bird, The Secret
Life of Plants.
In 1975 the elder Tompkins set out (with the Tompkins the younger
in tow) in a 60-foot sailboat rented with the proceeds from the
above works, to establish the Bimini Road's Atlantean provenance
once and for all. Young Ptolemy did not, however, fully share his
father's passion:
Many
things to many people, the Road was to me one thing above all: boring.
Try as I might, I could not conjure up, nor could I understand,
the kind of anguish and enthusiasm that my father and his friends
seemed to suffer over it. Swimming above this huge trail of squarish
boulders with the other divers, I never failed to find them somehow
uninspired, and I could not help but think that our time in the
Bahamas would be better spent doing something anything
else.
And it turned
out he was right, if proof of pre-Deluge road construction was the
aim of the expedition, because geologists soon established the formation
as entirely natural. But Tompkins the Elder had an even better reason
for being there, as he explained to junior one day on the boat:
"Do
you know what all this is really about?"
"All what? This boat and everything?"
"Yes, this boat and everything."
"No."
"It's about freedom. The freedom to do as you like when you like
and not get sucked into some artificial system of laws that tell
you what to do and what not to do. That's why I'm here looking at
this damn Road, and that's why I've chartered this bloody boat,
and that's why I'm hemorrhaging money keeping all these machines
running."
The man was
just way ahead of his time.
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