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Graham Hancock – FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS

the Queen’s Chamber. At the same time serious efforts should be made
to investigate the contents of the large, square-edged and apparently
man-made cavity in the bedrock, deep beneath the paws of the Sphinx,
that was discovered when a seismic survey was carried out at the site in
1993.
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Last but not least, far away from Giza, I suspect that our efforts might
also be repaid if we were to undertake a proper investigation of the sub-
glacial landscapes of Antarctica—much the most likely continent to hide
the complete remains of a lost civilization. If we could establish what
destroyed that civilization, then we might be in a better position to save
ourselves from a similar cataclysmic fate.
In making these latter suggestions I am, of course, fully aware that
there are many who will be scornful and will assert the uniformitarian
view that ‘all things will continue as they have done since the beginning
of creation.’ But I am also aware that such ‘scoffers in the last days’ are
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those who for one reason or another are deaf to the testimony of our
forgotten ancestors. As we have seen, this testimony appears to be trying
to tell us that a hideous calamity has indeed descended upon mankind
from time to time, that on each occasion it has afflicted us suddenly,
without warning and without mercy, like a thief in the night, and that it
will certainly recur at some point in the future, obliging us—unless we are
well prepared—to begin again like orphaned children in complete
ignorance of our true heritage.

Walking in the last days

Hopi Indian Reservation, May 1994: Across the high plains of Arizona, for
days and days and days, a desolate wind had been blowing. As we drove
across those plains towards the tiny village of Shungopovi, I went over in
my mind all I had seen and done in the previous five years: my travels,
my research, the false starts and dead-ends I had encountered, the lucky
breaks, the moments when everything had come together, the moments
when everything seemed about to fall apart.
I had travelled a long road to get here, I realized—far longer than the
300-mile freeway that had whisked us up into these austere badlands
from Phoenix, the state capital. Nor did I expect to return with any great
degree of enlightenment.
Nevertheless, I had made this journey because the science of prophecy
is still believed to be alive among the Hopi: Pueblo Indians, distantly
related to the Aztecs of Mexico, whose numbers have been reduced by

Mystery of the Sphinx, NBC-TV, 1993.
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34 2 Peter 3:4.
35 2 Peter 3:3.

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