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Mastodon Herders: Ancient Roman Cowboys on Mars

I mentioned in one of my previous posts that many current and extinct species on Earth came from other planets in our solar system.  That was back in the days when many of the other planets were habitable, and they were connected with ours by anti-gravity ether streams that allowed sailing ships to travel in outerspace. Perhaps the most notable (and ferocious) transplanted species was the mastodon, which is native to Mars.

When the first Roman explorers landed on Mars around 220 AD, they encountered powerful wandering tribes of Hittites who used trained war mastadons for combat. Hundreds of years later, after the Romans conquered the Hittitites, the mastodons on Mars became extinct. The only mastodons left were the ones which the Hittites had transplanted to Earth around1100 BC.

The Romans soon realized that the Mastodon was the cornerstone of the Martian ecosystem. Without it’s controlling power, many of them more aggressive predators began taking over the planet and killing off the weaker species, destroying the food pyramid bottom up. The Romans realized that unless the mastodons were brought back, their entire meat supply would be gone.

So in 815 AD a group of Romans set down on North America and captured twelve Mastodons which they brought back to Mars aboard 6 gigantic triremes. The next year they came back for twenty More. By 850AD a total of 213 mastodons had been returned to Mars. The rest of the Mastodons on Earth were now extinct.

Back on Mars some of the mastodons were set free in the wide open spaces to breed. Their population soon rebounded into the thousands. But many more were herded by Roman “cowboys” for their meat. The Romans drugged them in order to keep them docile. However, they had to release them from the potions in order for them to mate. Breeding season was a very dangerous time: lots of herders died.

By 1000 AD there were mastodon herds all over Mars. About 10,000 were in the wild, with another 120,000 being herded. Soon the great Bamboo forests to the north of the planet were greatly trampled, and the grasslands were mostly eaten up. This development caused the Romans to re-evaluate their dependence on Mastodon meat. Soon laws were made to limit the herds, and the natural ecosystem once again regained balance.

The return of the muse is not a news source. This post relates to the imaginary universe of the SkyPath Crusade.

 

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SkyPath Crusade Chapter Fourteen: “A ghostly gust of comet dust”

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The SkyPath Crusade

A Science Fiction Epic Poem

Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling

All Rights Reserved

Chapter Fourteen

The pounding blood in Shelah’s heart
Was sloshed inside her chest
The scarlet lanes that marked her veins
Were visibly compressed
The glowing man upheld his hand
Above a reddened spot
She quickly felt a vessel melt
That just began to clot
*
A grateful sparkle in her eyes
Was all the thanks she gave
Her lips, though weak, would love to speak
Her tongue was not so brave
The space distortion burst apart
In shreds of magic light
The angel raised a feathered wing
And flew into the night
*
The glimmer of the spirit’s form
Had ceased to glow and burn
The grimy gloom that filled her room
Took seconds to return
She fixed her fingers on her face
Her eyes were red and sore
She slipped her sandals on her feet
And scampered out the door
*
She pattered past the pinioned planks
That propped a painted scow
She kneeled down upon the ground
And made a private vow
Her words were lost; the ship was tossed
In eddy streams of jade
But heaven’s ear was swift to hear
The promise that she made
*
A ghostly gust of comet dust
Compelled her to her feet
The pearly paste had sugar’s taste
The flecks were soft and sweet
Like flakes of snow they cast a glow
Upon her pallid neck
She raised an eye and saw nearby
The footprints on the deck
*
The trodden pairs implored her stares
They covered half the floor
They scattered flecks across the deck
A hundred feet or more
The mark of boots like parachutes
Proceeded to the barge
The tender teen had never seen
A pair of feet so large
*
The Princess Shelah quickly cleared
A pathway to the boat
Her skin was wet from comet sweat
That melted on her coat
The frosted skiff convulsed as if
It sailed a windy lake
With pupil’s wide she climbed the side
To see what made it shake
*
The Scottish Alfred sat within
His hands before his face
His fickle fingers fumbled forth
A faded piece of lace
A row of tears like Triton’s spears
Had pierced the dust with spots
A silver whisp both thin and crisp
Alighted from the dots
*
He smiled at his little charge
And helped her climb inside
He moved his feet to share his seat
And tried to stem the tide
She dried his tears below his ears
Until he found control
And in the end he told his friend
Of all that plagued his soul
*
She listened hard when as a bard
He told her of his wife
Who sat at home, depressed alone,
Unhappy with her life
She tried to cheer her giant peer
And yet she felt inside
She’d rather die than ever try
To be that Scotman’s bride

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Galactic spying: How ancient Romans used telescopes to protect their planet

 One problem that the Romans and other ancient empires had when they migrated to outerspace, was a lack of good surveillance. The ether streams allowed their wooden sailing ships to be essentially transformed into space ships, but this could not make up entirely for their lack of technology. Space may have been an empty vacuum as far as the eye could see, but one must remember that the human eye cannot see very far, especially without glasses or contacts. Add to this the fact that the Romans could travel the ether streams at dizzying speeds up to 800,000 knots, and you can see why the lack of good surveillance was a problem.

The ancients really had no way of solving it. They had to assume that there was nothing in front of them as they soared down the streams at insane speeds. When it came to defending their planets, they faced the same problem: There was no good way to communicate between the planet’s surface and the orbit stream.

The Romans partially solved this problem with telescopes. This phenomenon was discovered by accident by Caesar Marcus in 1000 AD while hiking in the Martian outback. The emperor fell inside  a valconoe with glass vents. The inside of the mountain was naturally transformed into a three dimensional holographic chamber displaying objects deep in space. Using this mountain, the Romans were able to accurately predict the timing of the Klaron invasion, and the Chinese counterattack.

The following is the passage from the SkyPath Scrolls that documents this event:

Chapter 28

Into the mountain’s inner depths
            The Roman leader sank
The sights he saw made nature’s law
            Appear to be a prank
The jeweled halls with crystalled walls
            We’re filled with things afloat
Just like as if a heavy skiff
            Could cruise an empty moat
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For as he watched his sight was blotched
            with sparkling bands of light
They turned and bent, they came and went
            They switched from day to night
The objects there, upon the air,
            Did really not exist
From skin to core they were no more
            Than holographic mist
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Since long ago that ancient flow
            Had once been filled with ash
But then the muck in ev’ry duct
            Congealed into glass
Their prism’d vents and crystalled stents
            We’re clearer now than air
And as they merged their light converged
            To show what was not there
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Now all these streams enhanced the beams  
            That filtered from the sky
And things that lay so far away
            Appeared before one’s eye
As Marcus gazed his brain was dazed
            So much he hardly knew
That he had stopped and lightly dropped
            Upon a floor of blue

 

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Roman Battle Tactics: Martian Crater strategy

When the Romans immigrated to Mars Circa 200-600 AD, they were forced to develop new battle strategies for the new terrain. They found themselves on a world with fewer seas and generally less vegetation than they were used to on Earth.  As a result they had to spread their population centers farther apart than they had in Italy, and therefore they became more vulnerable to their enemies.

            There were many smaller civilizations on Mars in those days, and none of them favored the newcomers. Perhaps the fiercest were the tribes of camel breeders descended from the ancient Hittites.  They lived in the mountains and deserts and were experts at guerilla warfare. In order to defeat them the Romans had to develop what became known as Crater formation.  They adapted their use of the phalanx for semi-geurilla warfare by teaching their  centurions to hold out for days against stiff odds using nothing more than the sides of a large crater for walls, and their large battle shields for a roof.  This strategy was not without it’s flaws, but the Romans used it with great success. Finally, at the battle of little Pompei in 592, the Romans established themselves as the primary rulers of Mars, by securing the ancient Martian citadel for their own. This victory came not a moment too soon, for already the flood of refugees from Earth had diminished to a trickle. The Roman Empire there was little more than a memory.  But on Mars it still flourished.

 

The Return of the Muse is not a news source. This post relates to the imaginary universe of the Space Crusaders web-novel.

SkyPath Crusade Chapter 13: “A glowing light of crystal white”

The SkyPath Crusade

A Science Fiction Epic Poem

Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling

All Rights Reserved

 

Chapter Thirteen

She thought she heard some whispered words
Supined upon her bed
In ancient Greek she heard them speak
And this is what they said
“Oisato gar, theon atar,”                     (variation on the Odyssey I.323)
It mumbled through her hair
Her gentle youth perceived the truth:
A spirit now was there
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A glowing light of crystal white
Cascaded near her side
She quickly saw that nature’s law
Had surely been defied
The heavens’ reach had sprung a breach
The seconds seemed like months
She strongly felt the creature dwelt
In double realms at once
*
The being saw a part of her
And her a part of it
The band of air beside the chair
Began to warp and split
The face she spied had never lied
Its lips were linked to truth
Their lofty lore would now restore
The fountain of her youth
*
“Oh daughter of the Earthling king
You know why I am here
To show to thee what soon wilt be
To quench thy inner fear
The planets’ chores and coming wars
Are not the news I bring
But rather now I’ll tell you how
Your soul shall laugh and sing”
*
“You have a fear inside of you
That’s part of human fate
The curse proceeded from that tree
Of which your grandma ate
You have a need to love and breed
Or else you’re incomplete
But if you try to love some guy
You fear that he may cheat”
*
“The burden cast upon your soul
Has plagued your whole race
Each girl and man since time began
Has borne it all their days
The only way to make love pay
Is never to reverse
The choice you take your best to make
For better or for worse”
*
“But now my dear expel your fear
That’s got you in this slump
I bear a gift that’s bound to lift
Your spirit from the dump
No other soul may ever know
If those they love are true
But yet the monarch of my realm
Will give this gift to you”
*
“I sing this promise in your ear
That you will surely love
A man so true he’ll cling to you
Until you’ve had enough
I won’t decree who this may be
Or how or when or where
But when you weep or fall asleep
I promise he’ll be there”
*
“Throughout his years he’ll wipe the tears
That drip beneath your eyes
He’ll wield the passion of your love
Across these sparkling skies
The things he’ll do in love for you
Surpass what others say
Though brief in speech his heart will reach
To guide you through each day”
*
“But you will have to pay a price
For winning such a man
In turn for this, a time of bliss,
He’ll live a shortened span
For mortals know the pain and woe
That living must provide
He’ll miss the worst by sailing first
Across the great divide”
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People on Pluto: How the ancient Mayans survived the cold

I made mention of the fact in one of my previous posts that some ancient humans may have made it as far away from the sun as the Kuiper’s belt. Although most of this is speculation, there does seem at least a little hard evidence in literature that the ancient Mayans did indeed go to Pluto.

The Mayans, like all the ancient empires, traveled though space on sailing ships utilizing the ether streams. Temperatures in the ether streams were always near perfect for humans, since they channeled heat from the sun outward at sub-light speeds. Thus ships sailing as far at as pluto or farther could still be warm and toasty.

In those days of course, all the planets (minus gas giants) had water and oxygen. This was before the solar apocolypse of 1454 AD. Pluto was a dead frozen planet, but a frozen planet with H2O and air. It had ether portals on it (who knows why) and these portals actually heated the planet making it habitable for areas up to a hundred meters wide. Each ether portal, ofcourse was made up of about 100 separate stands within a square mile, and there were probably three ether portals on Pluto.

The ancient Mayans, then, when they sailed here, landed and found themselves surrounded by ice except for these small warm patches where they could cage animals or plant gardens. We believe that up to 300 stayed here long term, perhaps because they were stranded. They used the warm areas for plants, and then burrowed into the surrounding ice cliffs in order to make homes.

The Return of the Muse is not a news source. This post relates to the imaginary universe of the Space Crusaders web-novel.

The entire SkyPath Crusade epic poem is posted at http://skypathcrusade.wordpress.com  Only go there if you feel like reading a book-length epic poem.  Otherwise, keep browing our archives for lots of interesting posts on how the Romans got to Mars.

SkyPath Crusade Chapter Twelve: How “Ion streams can mess with dreams”

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The SkyPath Crusade

A Science Fiction Epic Poem

Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling

All Rights Reserved

 

Chapter Twelve

They say the air in ether streams
Is nectar on the tongue
The magic draughts will give you thoughts
That make you feel young
A hundred ninety seven ships
Made up that famous fleet
To ev’ry crewman on the trip
The taste was bittersweet
*
The path that lay before their sprits
Was paved with dying hopes
A dreadful sadness seared the souls
Of those who manned the ropes
They had to face a fearful race
Like none they’d ever tried
They’d have to fight the Persian knights
Who served the other side
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The princess in her state of mind
Could hardly sleep that night
In space they say it’s never day
And yet the sun is bright
The ion streams can mess with dreams
Of those whose hearts are soft
It hits the worst the very first
A person flies aloft
*
Throughout the night she slept in fright
Her mind besieged by cares
Her frantic brain was under strain
From inter-stellar flares
She tossed and turned, a fever burned,
Her bosom heaved with sighs
The hopes and fears of future years
Went flitting past her eyes
*
In mental states she saw her fates
Of many kinds appear
She walked beside the boiling tide
Where hazy thoughts are clear
Inside each life she lived as wife
To diff’rent sorts of men
Each man she tried was full of pride
But no one was her friend
*
The Chinese Chen with all his men
Was first to grace her dreams
He fed her torte—a rich dessert—
And filled her mouth with creams
He marched her up and down the streets
To make their presence known
But in the night he took his flight
And left her home alone
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Her second fad was just as bad
She married Caesar Mark
He combed her hair and called her fair
But never after dark
That Roman flirt would wear no shirt
When courtyard girls were near
To find his charms in other arms
Became her lifelong fear
*
Some eighteen more, an even score,
Embraced her with a kiss
But ev’ry life as someone’s wife
Was anything but bliss
Each manly face could not erase
The failure of the last
Each rotten dream contained a theme
She never could get past
*
The promise of each wedding day
Would always go awry
She spent her years condemned in tears
To watch her passion die
She could not pin her inward sin
And yet she felt the guilt
She could not halt the taste of fault
Each time her love was spilt
*
With all these thoughts inside her head
She suddenly awoke
Ensconced in gloom she scanned the room
As if her mind were broke
A subspace cleft had surely left
Her neurons all abuzz
She gave a shake and with an ache
Remembered where she was
*
Alone in pain and half insane
She moaned upon her bed
While figments of desired love
Went dancing through her head
Adrift in space she had to face
A life with none to guide
She missed the mirth she felt on Earth
Where friends and folk reside
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Human colonies on the moon 100 AD-1454 AD

When the Romans migrated to the Mars from 200AD-600AD they bypassed the moon without hardly setting foot on it.  Other ancient civilizations from Earth likewise never gave it much attention as they explored the ether streams looking for new homes.  The reason for this was simple. The moon had a breathable atmosphere just like Mars, Venus, Titan, Tritan, Mercury, Ganeymede, Callisto, Europa and Io did, but unlike these worlds, it had absolutely no plant or animal life.  Therefore colonists on the moon had to be sustained by imports. There was really no value in the moon rather than a stepping stone into outer space.

Nevertheless a number of civilizations did build small colonies on the back side of the moon.  The Ancient Persians built some castles there from 100-400 AD when they attempted to come back from the moons of Jupiter and retake Earth. The Ancient Mayans, also colonized it from about 390-870 AD. The Mayans, unlike the other ancients, were not really interested in space colonialism. They went to the moon to mine gold and bring it back to Earth. They seem to have been very successful.

Starting around 900 AD, the Eastern Roman Empire, or the Byzantine Empire, built small castles on the moon, for the purpose of Embassies to negotiate with the humans living in space.  This was the last link between Earth and the space-dwelling humans.  The Byzantines kept a small compliment of men on the moon all the way until the fall of Constantinople in 1453. In 1454 the ether streams connecting the planets collapsed, and the moon was one of the first planets to revert back to an unlivable environment.

The Return of the Muse is not a news source. This post relates to the imaginary universe of the Space Crusaders web-novel.

The entire SkyPath Crusade is posted at http://skypathcrusade.wordpress.com  Only go there if you feel like reading a book-length epic poem.  Otherwise, just keep browsing this website.

Breaking News: Ancient Egyptians From the Planet Mercury Endorse Hillary Clinton

This just in: the ancient Egyptians who sailed to the planet Mercury on Papyrus ships have endorsed Hillary Clinton for president.

“We like her because she’s like us,” says Pharoah Ab Dab Du, current ruler of Mercury. “Her Health care system reminds me of the one that I use to treat my 100,000 slaves. Whenever they claim to be sick I decide what illness they have, and whether or not I want to treat it. If they’re someone I don’t like I mis-diagnose it on purpose so that they die.”

For those who are not aware, the ancient Egyptians sailed to Mercury thousands of years ago when their Earthly empire began to die out. They have to migrate daily away from the hot sunlight in order to survive. 

“This too, gives me reason to support Hillary,” says Ab Dab Du, referring to his daily migration cycle. “I can appreciate someone who changes positions a lot.”

The Return of the Muse is not a news source. This post relates to the imaginary universe of the SkyPath Crusade.

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President Gore’s Speech on Homeland Security 9/13/01

 

President Gore stood tall and proud in front of the podium, exuding confidence from his stony face. The members of the press stood and clapped as he came in: a rarity for them. This was the same man who had alienated half the country by winning the presidential delegate count but losing the popular vote. But now, for one moment in time, even the Republicans were his allies.

            “My fellow Americans,” said the President, in his deep drolling voice. “Today something has happened which has not occurred in over fifty years: nuclear weapons have once again been deployed as a weapon against humanity. This time, however, they were not launched for the specific, albeit controversial, removal of tyranny, but to usher it in. Those who bombed the world today want us to believe that they are fighting for God, but we believe in a God of peace, not war, who embraces graciousness and kindness to all. For this reason I call on all religions: Muslims, Christians, Jews, and Hindus to unite as one against the enemy of extremism. Together we can win, divided we cannot.”

            There was lots of cheering. Everyone around me was talking about what a great president he was.

            “And so,” the president continued, “I want to make something clear. None of the nuclear weapons detonated today were activated on United States soil. However, the fallout from the Van Couver explosion has taken it’s toll within our borders. What happened today was a declaration of War on Australia, Canada, and Vietnam. Australia and Canada are two of our closest allies. Additionally, many of our troops once died on Vietnamese soil. As a result we are spiritually concerned about what happens to that country. Therefore I issue the following statement: We are at war with whoever is at war with them…!”

            “Finally, before I conclude this speech and evacuate to an undisclosed location, I wish to announce the creation of a new federal agency: The Department of Homeland Security. This department will be responsible for immediately securing our borders and preparing us should there be a similar detonation on US soil as has occurred to our three friends today. Some of my closest advisors are already drawing up fail safe plans to install checkpoints between state boundaries, and if necessary, developing a system to quickly and efficiently transmit nationwide information concerning alerts, new rules, and curfews. I humbly ask each loyal American citizen to follow these emergency laws to the letter, should they become necessary. My God grant that we never have to use them.”

            “Thank You.”

 

 

This story is a re-post of “AUTOBIOGRAPHY: HOW I DISCOVERED THAT ROMANS USED TO LIVE ON MARS-PART 11″

This account contains some imaginative symbolism

See my March archives for scientific essays on how the Romans Got to Mars

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