The Atlantis Connection
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New Age Fiction doesn't have to flake.
"The Whisper of Pialigos gets off to a fast start to draw in the curious reader, and this page turner keeps up a strong pace. A fine writer, Bottorff keeps us interested via his active verbs and realistic dialogue which move his story along, and believable characters we care about. The intricately detailed backdrop of Greece, its islands, history and archeology provide a Rick Steves travel show for romance and adventure--a wonderfully interesting setting for the mystical intrigue and the wise lessons we can take away. This is a well done story!" Writer's Digest
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Atlantis has been found.
Well, maybe. It isn't with scientific certainty that we can make this claim. Many researchers have had their day in the sun stepping up to the public podium to announce they have discovered Plato's lost continent. Each one puts forth compelling proof to back up their claims. It was one such television documentary linking Atlantis to ancient Thera (modern Santorini) that caught my attention and gave me the idea for the setting of my first novel.
According to the documentary the Minoan civilization that inhabited Thera and the surrounding islands were, by all accounts, far ahead of their time. These people produced fabulous works of art and made revolutionary advances in architecture and household conveniences. They were rulers of the sea, champions of world peace, masters of commerce. They could not, however, master the volcano upon which rested the beating heart of their illustrious empire.
If the Minoans do, in fact, prove to provide us with that elusive Atlantis connection then the legend becomes a believable piece of history. As such, further research will reveal that it is not likely that Minoans jetted around the universe in anti-gravity flying machines or came and went at their pleasure through wormholes connecting multiple dimensions, or corroborated with extraterrestrials to perform feats in empire building that transcend normal human capabilities. That their "continent" sank into the sea is evidenced in the horseshoe shape of Santorini whose center collapsed with the 1628 BCE eruption. As the super-eruption spewed magma from its enormous underwater chamber, the center of the volcano collapsed creating the thousand foot caldera that has become a world attraction. Tourism would not have done so well in present-day Santorini's formative moments. In addition to its thirty mile plume of killing ash, the collapsing magma chamber sucked in an immeasurable volume of sea water and spewed it back out in the form of a mega tsunami that thundered like a giant steamroller over shores as far away as Turkey. Some even link this event to the flood that inundated the Egyptian army in pursuit of Moses and his people.That it was indeed a global event is proven in traces of ash from the eruption found from the ice sheets of Antarctica to the rings of the ancient bristle cone pines of California.
I became fascinated with the area and began toying with the idea of setting a story in that part of the world. I immersed myself in researching the Greek islands and began studying the art of writing fiction. Having had two nonfiction books published, I discovered quickly that fiction requires an entirely different set of skills. I wanted to tell a story that was fun, captivating, educational and inspirational and would leave the reader with the feeling of having been on a meaningful adventure. Of course I wanted it to be well written and a former editor of mine had doubts that I would be able to make the transition from nonfiction to fiction. He later wrote, "My dread evaporated quickly within a few pages and from that point on my admiration soared. This is better than it has a right to be ... "
Writing the story was itself an adventure with research thrusting me into delightful worlds, modern and ancient, that I had never before visited. The story played through my mind like a perpetual film running. The characters became real friends--or enemies--acting out their lives and telling me their thoughts. I lived with one foot in my daily life and the other in a world exploring questions of destiny, of soul mates, of spiritual self-discovery, and the meanings of life and death and the possibilities of our having experienced multiple incarnations.
It is at this juncture that some would automatically dismiss this story as New Age flakiness. This is understandable because many traditional religious thinkers are simply not open to considering alternatives to their chosen models of life and death. One who is open to the research of people like the late Dr. Ian Stevenson or Dr. Jim Tucker from the University of Virginia will discover that cases involving children who claim verifiable past life experiences are difficult to simply dismiss as products of childish imaginings. And the scientific studies being conducted in Near-Death research challenge traditional views of what it means to die and, for that matter, what it means to live.
One thing I discovered with fiction is that people who will not read nonfiction material based on a subject as controversial as reincarnation will read a novel with a reincarnational theme. It's safe. They can allow themselves to suspend their disbelief and consider, "What if ... " It was not and is not my intention to try to prove anything with this work. My hope is that those who read it come away with something more than a satisfied entertainment factor. My hope is that it stirs a larger sense of life and meaning in my readers. You can imagine that I was especially pleased by the response of another reviewer who wrote, "This book was truly astonishing for me. I felt like the story was meant for me. I felt like there was a message in this book for me. And I think you will, too."
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Atlantis has been found.
Well, maybe. It isn't with scientific certainty that we can make this claim. Many researchers have had their day in the sun stepping up to the public podium to announce they have discovered Plato's lost continent. Each one puts forth compelling proof to back up their claims. It was one such television documentary linking Atlantis to ancient Thera (modern Santorini) that caught my attention and gave me the idea for the setting of my first novel.
According to the documentary the Minoan civilization that inhabited Thera and the surrounding islands were, by all accounts, far ahead of their time. These people produced fabulous works of art and made revolutionary advances in architecture and household conveniences. They were rulers of the sea, champions of world peace, masters of commerce. They could not, however, master the volcano upon which rested the beating heart of their illustrious empire.
If the Minoans do, in fact, prove to provide us with that elusive Atlantis connection then the legend becomes a believable piece of history. As such, further research will reveal that it is not likely that Minoans jetted around the universe in anti-gravity flying machines or came and went at their pleasure through wormholes connecting multiple dimensions, or corroborated with extraterrestrials to perform feats in empire building that transcend normal human capabilities. That their "continent" sank into the sea is evidenced in the horseshoe shape of Santorini whose center collapsed with the 1628 BCE eruption. As the super-eruption spewed magma from its enormous underwater chamber, the center of the volcano collapsed creating the thousand foot caldera that has become a world attraction. Tourism would not have done so well in present-day Santorini's formative moments. In addition to its thirty mile plume of killing ash, the collapsing magma chamber sucked in an immeasurable volume of sea water and spewed it back out in the form of a mega tsunami that thundered like a giant steamroller over shores as far away as Turkey. Some even link this event to the flood that inundated the Egyptian army in pursuit of Moses and his people.That it was indeed a global event is proven in traces of ash from the eruption found from the ice sheets of Antarctica to the rings of the ancient bristle cone pines of California.
I became fascinated with the area and began toying with the idea of setting a story in that part of the world. I immersed myself in researching the Greek islands and began studying the art of writing fiction. Having had two nonfiction books published, I discovered quickly that fiction requires an entirely different set of skills. I wanted to tell a story that was fun, captivating, educational and inspirational and would leave the reader with the feeling of having been on a meaningful adventure. Of course I wanted it to be well written and a former editor of mine had doubts that I would be able to make the transition from nonfiction to fiction. He later wrote, "My dread evaporated quickly within a few pages and from that point on my admiration soared. This is better than it has a right to be ... "
Writing the story was itself an adventure with research thrusting me into delightful worlds, modern and ancient, that I had never before visited. The story played through my mind like a perpetual film running. The characters became real friends--or enemies--acting out their lives and telling me their thoughts. I lived with one foot in my daily life and the other in a world exploring questions of destiny, of soul mates, of spiritual self-discovery, and the meanings of life and death and the possibilities of our having experienced multiple incarnations.
It is at this juncture that some would automatically dismiss this story as New Age flakiness. This is understandable because many traditional religious thinkers are simply not open to considering alternatives to their chosen models of life and death. One who is open to the research of people like the late Dr. Ian Stevenson or Dr. Jim Tucker from the University of Virginia will discover that cases involving children who claim verifiable past life experiences are difficult to simply dismiss as products of childish imaginings. And the scientific studies being conducted in Near-Death research challenge traditional views of what it means to die and, for that matter, what it means to live.
One thing I discovered with fiction is that people who will not read nonfiction material based on a subject as controversial as reincarnation will read a novel with a reincarnational theme. It's safe. They can allow themselves to suspend their disbelief and consider, "What if ... " It was not and is not my intention to try to prove anything with this work. My hope is that those who read it come away with something more than a satisfied entertainment factor. My hope is that it stirs a larger sense of life and meaning in my readers. You can imagine that I was especially pleased by the response of another reviewer who wrote, "This book was truly astonishing for me. I felt like the story was meant for me. I felt like there was a message in this book for me. And I think you will, too."
Behind the Story
Table of Contents
The Whisper of Pialigos asks important questions, explores intriguing concepts and contains fascinating bits of history.
The Story
Stuart Adams, a moderately successful novelist, wants to write the big book that will make him rich. A serendipitous encounter with aging eccentric Wes Barnes may provide a ticket to the wealth he seeks. Barnes has been on a decades-long search for an ancient scroll believed to contain knowledge that could have a profound impact on global consciousness. He hires Adams to chronicle the expedition and publicize the scroll's contents-if they can find it.The assignment sets Adams and Dr. Niki Mikos, a fiery Greek archeologist, on a perilous journey to the Mediterranean and an exploding volcano that may hold the prize they seek. Along the way he is dogged by strong memories of a place he has never been. His confusion grows when a Pialigarian priestess tells him it is his destiny to undergo a ritual involving a deadly labyrinth. If he succeeds, she says, the planet will become "sweet with the fragrance of peace." If he fails, he will lose his life. Her suggestion is nonsense, of course-superstitious mumbo jumbo that has nothing to do with his destiny.
Or so he thinks.
Is life a destination or a journey?
The Scene: Stuart Adams and Niki Mikos are sitting on the bow of Penelope, a luxury yacht, discussing whether life is a journey or a destination. Stuart is the first to speak."You may find it hard to believe," I said, "but I really don't mind a little hard work now and then. I just want it to be worthwhile."
"The American way. The problem with life is that one cannot always know if their labor will reward them with the fruit of a desired end. My father used to say, 'If it is but a single end that you seek, of what value is the journey?' I have never forgotten. When I dig, I dig as if the digging is the joy of my life, the reason for my existence. I give thanks for these fingers that grasp the stone. I rejoice in the arms that enable me to throw it. If I find the scroll, I will celebrate that success is added to my joy. You Americans, you must accomplish to be happy. But then you are not. So you keep going. Again and again you go, always searching for that thing that will make you happy. When will you learn that you do not find happiness? Happiness is within you. You bring it like a light to shine on whatever you do. If what you have to do is move stones, then you are happy moving stones. Simple, really. Too simple, perhaps, for the American mind to grasp."
"It's not just us Americans," I reminded her. "I read someplace that your Alexander the Great sat down and cried when he ran out of countries to conquer. Been a long time since any Americans I know have done that."
"He was mad, driven by greed and a need for admiration. He was not a true Greek, at least not in his heart."
"I see. Well, we sure don't want to stereotype and generalize, not when we're talking about Greeks."
The remark drew an indignant glare. She started to respond and then stopped, her face turning soft. "Forgive me. My nationalistic tendencies, I am afraid that they sometimes show."
"Like the mustard on your nose."
"Mustard?" She touched her nose and glanced at her fingers.
"American humor," I said, grinning. It had been a long time since I'd seen anyone fall for that one.
She wasn't amused. "American boy humor, no doubt."
I shrugged. "Anyway, I can't say that I agree with your father. If it's all about the journey, then why don't we just sit on this boat and be happy sailing in one big circle for the rest of our lives? I don't know about you, but I want to get someplace, achieve something big, something meaningful."
"And what big thing will you achieve that is so meaningful?"
"I'd find a scroll. Write a story. See my name on the New York Times bestseller list. Roll naked in a great big tub full of money. I can see a lot of meaning in doing something like that."
"And when you tire of rolling naked in your great big tub full of money?"
"Never thought that far ahead. Maybe I'd buy the Penelope and spend the rest of my life sailing to exotic places."
"Interesting. Does it not occur to you that you are already on the Penelope, sailing to one of the most exotic places in the world? You see, you think that you have to get to some other place before you can enjoy what the journey even now freely provides. Will the sea be bluer, the sky brighter because you roll naked in your big tub of money? Are you so consumed with reaching this destination of yours that you fail to see the very things that you would buy sitting in plain sight right under your nose?"
Her logic drove me back into silence. Technically, I already knew that my financial success would do nothing to change the color of sea or sky. I did have a hunch, however, that a tub full of money would go a real long way toward putting a pretty big smile on my face.
When is a relationship right?
The night before I left for the trip, Marion and I were in bed basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. I was worried about the time away from her, worried what it might do to our relationship. I asked if she'd ever consider getting married.
"I thought you never wanted to get married again," she said. "I quote, 'A creatively gifted sadist couldn't conjure up the kinds of tortures inflicted by a bad marriage,' unquote. Your words exactly."
"That's right. I said a bad marriage. That's the exact opposite of a good one."
"What makes you think ours would be a good one?"
"What makes you think it wouldn't?"
She propped her head in her palm, her eyes suddenly clouded with memories of a very oppressive ex. "I don't know," she said, shrugging a bare shoulder. "What's wrong with the way we're doing it now?"
"Nothing. But we've been doing it this way for over two years. I was just thinking maybe we ought to kick it up a notch or two."
She didn't say anything for a long time, a good indication that I'd have been better off keeping my mouth shut.
"Let's talk about it when you get back, Stuart."
That was how we left it. Nothing more said. Just a goodbye hug, a kiss, a good-luck-with-your-story kind of farewell. However, there was something different in the way she acted, a distance in her voice that had me worried.
* * *
The Scene: Stuart is contemplating the meaning of the words, I love you.
The words I love you had come easily, maybe too easily. Did I even understand what they meant? I'd said that magic line to Alyssa clear up to the end-pleaded with it, actually, as though the utterance of the words every woman longs to hear would make everything work out. I could have said it ten thousand times more, and it wouldn't have made a difference. Alyssa and I were just two very different kinds of people. Was the same thing happening with Marion?
* * *
The Scene: Over drinks at a café in Rome, Stuart and Niki are discussing the concept of "natural love."
Niki appeared puzzled as she took her next sip of wine. When she returned her glass to the table, she asked, "Then you are telling me that you have not found with your Marion this natural love of which you speak? Or, am I prying?"
I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms. An answer to a question of this magnitude deserved a lot more preparation than a mere two-thirds of a beer. With Niki's probing eyes suddenly resting on mine like the plotting pens of a polygraph, I didn't figure this was the time to start fishing for a definitive distinction between loving Marion and the possibility that I might be using her to fill a void. I was sure that our relationship ran deeper than that, but Alyssa had shown me how easily a pretty face and a perfect body could subjugate intuitive warnings, at least temporarily. After all, I hadn't asked Marion to marry me until I was faced with the possibility of losing her.
I took another swallow of beer. "Prying," I decided.
The polygraph pens scribbled their response, reminding me that, to a woman, there was no such thing as an evasive answer. In that moment of transparency, I found myself wondering if my half-grin looked as lame as it suddenly felt.
* * *
The Scene: Stuart is contemplating his relationship with Marion.
Lately, I'd been thinking a lot about Marion, our relationship, weighing that old "Is it love, or am I filling the void?" question. I'd decided it was neither love nor the fear of being alone that kept me hanging on, even when I knew there were some emotionally important factors missing in the relationship. Responsibility, I'd decided. That was the key word that kept bouncing around in my consciousness. I felt responsible for the feelings Marion had invested in me.
* * *
The Scene: Stuart is contemplating the sometimes fine line between responsibility and good judgment when it comes to being in a relationship.
I also knew there was a real person behind the physical manifestation, a living soul with needs and feelings that, handled carelessly, could be damaged, even scarred for life. I didn't take that responsibility lightly. It sometimes blinded my better judgment and kept me hanging on long after everything in me was screaming to bail-Alyssa, for example.
* * *
The Scene: Stuart is having a difficult realization about the depth of his relationship with Marion.
I was afraid of losing Marion. Why? The silence of an empty house. Black hole. Not like she was gone on business. That was fasting, choice, agreed-upon deprivation for the larger goal of a greater good. Losing her, on the other hand, would be starvation, stark and merciless terror leading to emotional death. I despised the part of me that needed her. In my strongest moments, I didn't need anybody, but I knew those moments would pass, and all my weaknesses would roll in like clouds driven by arctic winds, full of bone-chilling rain, waves of gray loneliness that'd send me to the telephone punching in her number with urgent force, ready to beseech, to promise the moon and a planet or two.
Who was I kidding? It wasn't all about that noble ideal of responsibility. Fear of the void-that one played a big role.
Have we lived before?
The Scene: Stuart Adams has just arrived on the Greek island of Santorini. He is experiencing the vague sensation that he has been there before.I wasn't sure how or when it happened, but somewhere on the drive between the Monolithos airport and the docks at Perivolos, I'd fallen hopelessly in love-with Santorini.
Intimate villages, with the clean, whitewashed houses of old fishermen. Lazy burros urged on by small boys with sticks, packing their burdens in large baskets, tripping over rocky paths lined with smatterings of daisies, red poppies, and naked boulders. Tangled, low-cut vineyards scattered in a patchwork of red and black soils. Humid breezes perfumed with thyme, sage, mint, summer savory, lavender, and rosemary. Beaches of white, black, and red sand lapped by sapphire seas, trimmed with shallow ribbons of turquoise.
Something as real and as vivid as a childhood memory called to me from that island. Had I been one of the ancient Minoans forced to flee that thirty-mile plume of killing ash? Had I watched, in a swirl of indefinable emotion, everything I'd known as my earthly home vanish in a roiling fury of flame and froth? I wouldn't have thought so, not in a thousand years. Now, careening over a narrow road through countryside that sparked an inexplicable feeling of having come home, I had to wonder.
* * *
The Scene: Niki and Stuart are standing on the patio of the villa on Sarnafi, looking over the ocean, and discussing the possibilities of reincarnation.
We stepped through the glass-paneled doors, passed beneath a vine-laced arbor, and walked onto a patio perched at the edge of the cliff. Clusters of potted geraniums and pansies hung from the eave and fluttered in the breeze. We stopped at a waist-high wall and peered over white lines of surf and into the vastness of the ocean that stretched out beyond.
"I never tire of this view," Niki said, her eyes drifting dreamily over the endless blue. "What do you think?"
More feelings of familiarity stirred with the rhythmic interplay of wind and sea. "It's hard to explain," I said. "This place makes me feel like there's something more to me, more to all of us than we know. Maybe the Pialigarians are right."
"Right? About what?"
"Maybe we've lived before."
Niki turned toward me and pushed a floating strand of hair out of her face. The softness of her sun-bronzed skin was a pleasant contrast to the harsh backdrop of the black cliffs. "The Pialigarian envisions the soul as being on an evolutionary journey which they depict as a great labyrinth. This journey spans many physical incarnations. With each incarnation, the soul learns something that enables it to advance along its path. We do not come back randomly. We come with a purpose, each with his or her own."
"Do you believe it?"
"I find it a compelling theory, one that seems quite logical, even comforting."
"How is it comforting? I don't know if I could handle the teen years again."
She laughed. "To think that we have as much time as it takes to learn what we need to learn, this is comforting. To the Pialigarian, there is no Judgment Day, no threat of hellfire and brimstone, just a kind of leisurely stroll on our spiritual journey. What about you? Are you wondering if you have lived before?"
"I'm not sure," I said, turning back toward the sea. "I've been having the strangest feelings that I've been here. Not here at this house, but on these islands. It's hard to explain, but it feels like I've come home."
Niki looked at me with something like amused curiosity. "Perhaps you are having a soul memory. Euphemia explained that a soul memory is not a picture retained in the cells of the brain but an experience emblazoned in the heart. Would this describe what you are feeling?"
A seagull rose on the air and hovered close enough for me to see its eye move in the socket. Seeing we had nothing in the way of food, the bird screeched and plunged gracefully into the dizzying depths toward the sea. I watched it for a moment, trying to collect some definite thoughts on the subject. I found none. "I'm not really sure," I said.
The Inner Guidance of Zadim
The Scene: Niki and Stuart are at the patio of the villa on Sarnafi when Niki explains the whisper of Pialigos."The Pialigarians have a word for intuitive knowing. They call it Zadim. The word is a combination of two others: za, meaning life, and dim, meaning spirit. Life spirit. According to Pialigarian teachings, their deity, the Great Mother, is always calling the souls of her children back to herself through the Zadim. Because they see Pialigos as the symbolic heart of the Great Mother, Pialigarians believe that those instinctively drawn to these islands have reached the final stages of their soul's evolutionary journey. According to this belief, these souls are responding to the very highest calling of the Great Mother, a form of Zadim they have named, the whisper of Pialigos."
Wisdom
Scene: Marcus, on wisdom."True wisdom can never be lost. Truth is like a fig, you see. A man who eats it describes its sweetness. Ten thousand years later, another man comes, and he too eats this fig. Will this man not describe the same sweetness known by his predecessor? He most certainly will. And so, my friend"-he clapped his hands lightly on his knees-"let us turn to the business at hand. Let us taste again the sweetness of this fig of Truth that you seek."
Did Jesus travel with a scribe?
"It is quite feasible," Niki said. "In Gethsemane, for example, Jesus took Peter, James, and John to pray with him in his darkest moment. All three disciples fell asleep, and yet the words and actions of Jesus were well documented-in minute detail. By whom?"***
Scene: Stuart is contemplating the possibilities of the scroll.
The idea that Jesus might have traveled with a scribe made a lot of sense, especially when Niki explained how many biblical scholars viewed the process of Gospel composition. Mark, she had said, was the first complete Gospel written. The anonymous author, having gathered a list of sayings and other material, added his own narrative to create a coherent story, which he completed around 70 AD. A few years later, Mathew and Luke wrote their Gospels. Each incorporated nearly all of the work of their predecessor before adding their own unique material. John, written twenty years later, came from an entirely different Jesus tradition. Matthew, Mark, and Luke were known as the "synoptic Gospels," because they shared a common source.
It was the "unique material" used by Matthew and Luke that caught my attention. Niki explained that it was made up of various sayings of Jesus-the Sermon on the Mount, for example-and that each writer had incorporated it, more or less, into his own Gospel. Known as Q (from the German quelle, meaning source), this list of sayings was considered the closest to the actual words of the historical Jesus. The individual who first put this group of sayings in writing, however, remained a mystery to scholars.
Could the letter of Josephus and the Pialigarian scroll possibly point to the author of these sayings? Could Anatolios, scribe and possible secretary to Jesus, actually have written the Q source? Had Jesus spent his eighteen undocumented years studying under an obscure Essene mystic named Marcus? Most intriguing, was it possible that the basis of the Nazarene's teachings had their origins in the Three Measures of Wisdom?
My head swam with questions. I tried to heed Father Jon's warning that any connection between our scroll and the letter of Josephus was purely speculative. Still, if even a fragment of our conjecture were true, we were onto something huge. We had to find the scroll.
* * *
Scene: Father Jon is speculating on the spiritual value of the scroll.
"I will tell you. Many years ago, I took a vow to seek the truth, wherever it leads. The truth is my strength, my protection. Something tells me that this scroll contains a truth far beyond anything the world has known. The Three Measures of Wisdom ... perhaps they are the key to Atlantean success. Now I wonder if they are not of even greater value. Perhaps they are the basis of principles out of which the Master formed a more profound teaching, one that is now lost among the thistles of Christian theology. It would mean a great deal to me to know that I did something to help bring the truth of the Master to light. I am begging you to allow me to join you in this quest."
The Eruption of Thera
"I paused at the edge of the caldera to survey the scene. From this height, cruise ships were the size of yachts. The islands of Thirasia and tiny Aspronisi defined the western rim of the caldera. With the exception of Nea Kameni and the smaller Palia Kameni-both had risen from the crater's center in relatively recent times-a five-mile expanse of glimmering sea filled the volcano's interior. The enormity of a blast that could displace that much of the mountain gave me second thoughts about taking a sailboat to Kyropos. If we were anywhere near that thing when it blew, we wouldn't stand a chance." - Stuart AdamsIn 1628 BCE, one of the most violent eruptions in the history of the Mediterranean region occurred. The volcanic island of Thera, modern Santorini, exploded, leaving a blanket of ash that extended from the ice sheets of Antarctica into tree rings of California's ancient bristle cone pines. The ejection of magma created an enormous cavern that quickly collapsed, leaving the "five-mile expanse of glimmering sea" that gives Santorini its distinct horseshoe shape. The collapse created a devastating tsunami that thundered thirty miles into Turkey. Today, some scientists speculate that this killer wave might even have been responsible for ending Pharaoh's pursuit of Israel when Israel fled the bondage of their Egyptian taskmasters.
Of all the people that were impacted by the blast, however, none suffered as much as the Minoan people. For them, the cataclysm spelled the end of their prosperous, sea-faring culture. Not by death, as one might suspect, but by dispersion. Excavations at the Minoan capitol of Akrotiri -ground-zero of Thera's blast-reveal no corpses. Scientists speculate that an earlier eruption warned the inhabitants to flee their island, leaving architectural and artistic remnants of their spectacular culture buried intact. Viewing these ruins, it is not difficult to understand why some modern archeologists believe that the island of Thera served as the basis for Plato's legendary continent of Atlantis.
What Reader's Say
"It is the vividly descriptive, action-packed classic hero's journey ... that takes you from the pine-scented forests of the San Juan's in Colorado to the soft, sensuous warmth of the Greek Islands of the Mediterranean in search of answers to eternal questions.""This book was truly astonishing for me. I felt like the story was meant for me. I felt like there was a message in this book for me. And I think you will, too."
"Vivid descriptions, beautifully crafted, give life and personality to the characters. The vibrant hues of the Greek islands remain painted in my mind. I feel as though I have journeyed there."
"Mr. Bottorff created a real world filled with the expected and the unexpected. His characters are real people who become friends and enemies. I cared what happened to Niki Mikos and Stuart Adams; their successes pleased me and their failures distressed me."
"It is easy to read yet is a complex tale, woven with mystery and metaphysical message along with detailed characters, exotic locations, lots of action and intertwined relationships."
" ... engaging and difficult to put down."
"... this book intertwines spirituality and a great adventure / love story into one."
"Mr. Bottorff's powers of description are excellent; he evokes all our senses in a story that's both earthy and spiritually stirring."
"It gave me glimpses into the beauty of the Greek Islands, educated me on volcanoes and tsunamis and the spiritual element inspired a deep feeling of oneness with all that is."
"The book explores the ramifications of a man seeking his destiny while questioning his life and, for good measure, getting thrown into life-and-death situations on a wild adventure. Simply put, it's a good read."
"As Stuart and Niki race to find the scroll ahead of a notorious smuggler, Stuart finds himself on a parallel journey of self-discovery."
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Cumberland
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- Fascinating and well written review. Being somewhat of a student of Atlantean mythology, fact or fiction, I find the story interesting. The choice of the Minoan civilization is an excellent choice from the many contenders. Thanks for the lens.
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