Saturday, June 28, 2014

My Doggerland Fathers


In an earlier post, I noted that some researchers place the evolution of my Dad's I-M223 ancestral genetic fatherline in Doggerland (Europe's Atlantis now submerged under the North Sea).

Eupedia gives even more specific information on the matter:

The best living candidates for Doggerland haplogroups seem to be I2a2a-Cont, including its British subclade I2a2a4-Cont2c; I2a2a-Roots, including its British subclade I2a2a1-Isles; and I2a1b2-Isles, which has a continental cluster "B." All of these are split between the continent and Britain and have TMRCAs that allow for them to be dated to Doggerland. I2a1b1-Disles/Dinaric and I2a1c1-Western are also possibilities, although they present more complicated pictures.

In the old phylosystem, my dad's I-M223 haplogroup is called I2a2a-Cont (he is in the Continental Group 1 also known as Cont1 at Family Tree DNA). He doesn't have the mutations for any of its native British subclades. So, when my ancestral fathers left Doggerland, it looks as if they didn't move toward the isles, but toward the continent instead - most likely Northern Germany - Netherlands - Denmark -Southern Sweden areas. All of these areas are consistent with known general genetic matches for my Dad's Y-DNA haplogroup.

In my Dad's I-M223-Cont1 Group 1 at FTDNA (where individuals in the greater I-M223 haplogroup are further subdivided based on each person's specific results into marker-clustered groups), there are 18 gentlemen from Ireland (including 3 specifically from Northern Ireland), 4 from England/UK, 2 from Germany, and 1 each from Scotland, Netherlands, Croatia, France and South Africa. There are 7 unknowns.

Well, the current location of my Dad's closest genetic brothers is consistent with what is known via oral family tradition about my paternal family's origins - English, Irish and German. From the numbers though, it looks like the ethnicity of the recent ancestors in my Dad's paternal line are Irish, English and German.

Given that my Dad does not carry the native British M284 mutation for the I-M223 Hg, and that the M284 mutation arose approximately around 300 BCE during the Iron Age, then it's very likely that my Dad's paternal line migrated to the isles long after Doggerland became submerged, and probably did migrate to the isles during the Anglo-Viking invasions.

Friday, June 20, 2014

I, Neanderthal

The Dream Culture of the Neanderthals: Guardians of the Ancient Wisdom by Stan Gooch

I've written before (Archaic Consciousness) that in one area of brain function, I may actually be more like my Neanderthal and pre-modern human ancestors, than I am to most other modern humans. So, I am learning about what is known about the ancient wisdom of my archaic hominin ancestors as compared to modern humans (who are are hybrid species of at least Cro-Magnon, Neanderthal and Denisovan humans). This book is really awesome ... some interesting stuff here, so interesting in fact, that I bought another book by this author, "Neanderthal Question" which is on its way to me. I am even more convinced as I read this book that the Neanderthal genes I have in me have indeed found phenotypic expression in the way my own brain works.

While, according to this book, most people of Northern European descent are thought to be the most "pure" Cro-Magnon type of modern human, it may be that my own Northern-Northwestern European ancestors differ a bit from the norm, or that the genes that I did inherit from my archaic hominin ancestors are phenotypically active in me as opposed being phenotypically inactive as in most other Celto-Germanic-Fennoscandian people.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Negative For Native British M284

My father's Y-DNA test for Native British SNP M284 came back negative. So, Dad has now tested negative for all known subclades of I-M223. M284 is the I-M223 marker indigenous to the British Isles and is found exclusively in Britain.

Now it is confirmed that my Dad's genetic fatherline is not native to the British Isles. With all of the other negative results so far, it is looking that my Dad's genetic fatherline is most likely ethnically Anglo-Viking and native to the area of Northern Germany, Southern Sweden and Doggerland. My Dad's genetic fatherline most likely came to Britain during the Anglo-Viking invasions.

Sunday, June 01, 2014

On Suffering

Excerpt from the article What Suffering Does

When people remember the past, they don’t only talk about happiness. It is often the ordeals that seem most significant. People shoot for happiness but feel formed through suffering.

Now, of course, it should be said that there is nothing intrinsically ennobling about suffering. Just as failure is sometimes just failure (and not your path to becoming the next Steve Jobs) suffering is sometimes just destructive, to be exited as quickly as possible.

But some people are clearly ennobled by it.

But the big thing that suffering does is it takes you outside of precisely that logic that the happiness mentality encourages. Happiness wants you to think about maximizing your benefits. Difficulty and suffering sends you on a different course.

First, suffering drags you deeper into yourself. The theologian Paul Tillich wrote that people who endure suffering are taken beneath the routines of life and find they are not who they believed themselves to be. The agony involved in, say, composing a great piece of music or the grief of having lost a loved one smashes through what they thought was the bottom floor of their personality, revealing an area below, and then it smashes through that floor revealing another area.

(Suffering people) can’t determine the course of their pain, but they can participate in responding to it. They often feel an overwhelming moral responsibility to respond well to it. People who seek this proper rejoinder to ordeal sense that they are at a deeper level than the level of happiness and individual utility.

The right response to this sort of pain is not pleasure. It’s holiness. I don’t even mean that in a purely religious sense. It means seeing life as a moral drama, placing the hard experiences in a moral context and trying to redeem something bad by turning it into something sacred.

Recovering from suffering is not like recovering from a disease. Many people don’t come out healed; they come out different.

Positive Contact Experience & Galactic Consciousness

THE ALIENS IN THE FAMILY, our cosmic family. In our physical bodies, we experience only a tiny fraction of what we are. WE are children of the Cosmos.

Among researchers studying UFO phenomena, alien encounters are classified according to the perception of the individual experiencing the encounter.

People who have negative contact experiences are called abductees.

People who have contacts which are neither negative nor positive are called experiencers.

People who have positive contact experiences often report experiencing GALACTIC CONSCIOUSNESS.

The linked article discusses positive contact experiences this way:

Contact with positive extraterrestrials is a situation wherein an alien and a human agree to work together. The agreement is made before the human comes to this planet. Contact is made for a specific purpose and only when the time is right and the contactee is ready. There is every effort by the positive aliens to avoid causing fear. At no time is the contactee’s free will in jeopardy as the contactee may end this agreement at anytime.

It is interesting to note that in the case of positive ET encounters, that the initial contact was made with the individual prior to incarnation on this planet.

Just as with my fylgja (contrasexual personal guardian spirit as taught in Germanic paganism), who was with me as I incarnated physically (which I've described on my blog several times over the years), who is always with me, and who revealed himself again to my consciousness to take me on a literal journey through the Cosmos (where I experienced this thing called Galactic Consciousness) when I was 5-6 years old as described in these poems:


hey you, what are you looking at
the mouse seemed to say silently, to me one day
hidden in the closet, coming close to see
where land meets sea, isolating some field of awareness
distracting the mind toward some special duty
hey you, what did you say
you talkin' to me?

hey you, what do you hear
the mouse seemed to say silently, to me one day
hidden in the closet, coming close to hear
wandering around this anomaly of conversation, suddenly plucked up
toward the task at hand, wiping off all others
hey you, do you hear what I hear
who goes there, talkin' to me


when I was six and
something happened, in my closet
finding a mouse, dead
in the closet
not afraid of mice, beginning to pick it up, stopped by
its eyes, open
I could not stop looking
I could not stop wondering
at it
it meant something more
beyond what I was
this mouse

looking at me

what what what what
listening I
could not move
I could not move
becoming being
mashing together, collapsing into my gut
a silence
cutting the bursting emptiness, when
eternity into a split mo-ment
a rush of
a whirlwind
bursting full
more than I could
ever understanding at once
coming out through my insides
surrounding filling
in the closet
to hold this treasured possession
in my mind of edges
yet then
trusting and letting go
these going out
such a strange thing was this doing
I was doing
turning inside out
becoming being within
of infinite place
above without end and below without bound

Dare to be true to yourself.