Posted tagged ‘Paleontology’


July 30, 2017

Westward,  ho!!!   On the trail of Quetzacoatlus,  the winged . . .  serpenty thing.



I know I should say that  the greatest “draw”  for me as I prepare my westward journey is my grandson, Cooper.    And my daughter.  And my son-in-law.    But . . .   I know me.

There’s another:


It is one of the most exciting and recent fossil discoveries!!!  This fossil shows us the skin, the ridges, the scales, and the feathers of a nodosaur, a reptilian-serpenty thing..

I’ll show you the head in a minute,  but, first, a few comments — and I’m gong to be very, very sketchy and abbreviated in my words.  You’ve either speculated on this stuff, or you haven’t.

Here’s another view of the Quetzacoatlus:

quetz atlus

They’re winged,  they’re  feathered (more feathers than this artist gave them) , and they  perhaps fly.

The Native peoples of Mexico await the return of the Winged Serpent, whom they call Quetzacoatl.    Snouted, not beaked.  (Taxonomers seem not to care.)

quetz in stone

Interaction with human beings.    Forbidden interaction.

quetx in curves

Who is that Nachosh spoken of in the Bible;  that Shining One;  that Reptilian-Serpent Thing that interacted with the first humans in their protective Garden?

qu shining

Forbidden.     Deadly.

Quetxacoatl again –  (also known as the head of a nodosaur)  —

nodosaur head

What are these things and when did they live –   and what is this . . .  interaction?   It was a time not made for human beings.      But forbidden spiritual interaction is not my point today.    And there’s plenty of evidence for the physical interaction of humans and “dinosaurs”  depicted in artwork:  pictures,  objects (like ancient little toy dinosaurs),  and in weaving and sculpture.   But that’s not my point today either.

It’s this —  Fossils and Footprints!

Man n Din


That’s a MAN  lying in a dinosaur FOOTPRINT!   The silhouette of the dinosaur is below the photo, and the silhouette of the man is that teeny thing under the tail!

More three-toes dinosaurs,  smaller ones:

hand in print

One time I was in Carson City NV with Cooper,  in the dinosaur display room in a children’s museum.     At two and a half years old,  I wasn’t sure if he understood why I was so excited about seeing the display of three large dinosaur footprints.    He didn’t say much,  but he walked away,  came back with three little plastic toy dinosaurs,  and he placed one toy dinosaur in each footprint.

He got it.

So, yes,  “westward”   —  into dinosaur country.   I’ve got my  route planned from museum to museum!



Here’s a footnote to the Michael Crichton book I wrote about yesterday,  just to be honest:   The main character about whom the story is told —  didn’t exist, much to my surprise.   The   minor characters who were paleontologists did exist:  Professors Cope and Marsh —  and, of course,  Wyatt and Morgan Earp and assorted famous outlaws.

The places in the book Dragon Teeth  really exist too.  I’ve been to many of them, and reading this book was like having a movie played before my eyes.

Reading and living!

I’d like more of both,  God willing.



.*   To enjoy some quite plausible speculation,  you can’t do better than the series called “West of Eden.”   (Although I suspect modern “environmentalists”  would not be on the side of the humans.”    It’s a clear clash of technologies.)




June 23, 2012

I “visited” an altar, constructed 28,000 years ago, in France. . . . . . . . and I discovered that I am a human like these humans, and I worship as these humans worshiped.  That’s a bear skull placed on the altar.

Here is a print from a cave bear that walked near the altar around the same time.

These particular humans lived in the deep valleys of Europe.

Steep limestone walls rise up from the river below.

At the top of the valley are great forests.

Looks like an ordinary forest, doesn’t it?    But if you look at the bottom of the forest, you’ll see the top of those white limestone walls.  Deep inside the limestone walls are caves, with many chambers and hallways and beautiful formations.

We know there are ways that humans of 28,000 or so years ago are different from us.  I suspect we can use our imaginations and come up with so many ways that only the paleontologists are interested in listing and categorizing the ways.

More importantly,  there are ways that we are alike because their images can affect us too.   Feel these:

Here’s a close-up on those beautiful horses:

How about an antelope?

My own ancestors can be traced back only to about 11,000 B.C.     Before that,  some catastrophe hit our earth and temporarily interrupted our present Ice Age, melting the ice sheets that covered much of the northern hemisphere and obliterating much of the archeological records of our history.   But even so, I think these people saw the same kind of animals that my ancestors could have seen.

. . .and a graceful head which allows us to see the spirit of this animal –

After contemplating these beautiful drawings, I feel strange.   I feel swallowed up in some great river of humanity.  It’s a “river” made of billions of specks of precious present moments of our existence here on earth.

How wonderful that at every point along this flow of time, there is an altar and a sacrifice offered, and the knowledge that there is Someone higher than humans who receives our acts of worship.     28,000 years ago, their sacrifices were solemn echoes of the future Sacrifice that was to come.

Today we make a different kind of sacrifice that looks backwards in time to that same Sacrifice, the one that happened a scant 2,000 years ago.

I think I’m ready for church tomorrow.

(But there won’t be a “bear skull” on my altar,  just so you know….)