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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