The secret history of the reptilians: the pervasive presence of the serpent in human history, religion and alien mythos

184 Pages·2013·1.94 MB·English

by  Scott Alan Roberts

The Secret History of the Reptilians
THE SECRET HISTORY OF THE REPTILIANS
The Pervasive Presence of the Serpent in Human History, Religion, and Alien
Mythos
Scott Alan Roberts
Copyright © 2013 by Scott Alan Roberts
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Roberts, Scott Alan.
The secret history of the reptilians : the pervasive presence of the serpent in
human history, religion, and alien mythos / by Scott Alan Roberts.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-1-60163-251-7 — ISBN 978-1-60163-542-6 (ebook)
1. Serpents—Folklore. 2. Serpents—Mythology. 3. Serpents—Religious aspects.
4. Civilization, Ancient—Extraterrestrial influences. I. Title.
GR740.R65 2013
398.24’52796—dc23
2012039161
Dedication
For better, for worse;
For richer, for poorer;
In faith, in cognitive dissonance;
When writing, when facing writer’s block…
Although these were not the vows of our nuptial bliss, my wife, Raini, has
been the experiencer, in and throughout, hefting all of these things as they
blethered and bilged from me, although not all occurred during the particular
writing of this particular book.
For all the months of time I spent researching, reading, writing, rewriting,
lying in bed with my laptop casting a blue-gray luminescence about our room in
the middle of the night; for all the times I excitedly distracted her from her tasks
or—even worse, her slumber—to read new translations of ancient Sumerian
cuneiforms or newly stumbled upon historical information that prodded me from
my intellectual bienséance; for all the times she was over-burdened with being
the single parent—the war widow—of our two wonderful, little children, Flynn
and Rhowan Claire, and my 11-year-old son, Samuel, while I was off
campaigning through ancient texts and pop cultural fantasies—all the while
remaining grounded and supportive despite her frustrations with my brooding
creativity, and uplifting during her motherly vehemence.
For providing an atmosphere where I could work and think and create, while
taking on the heavier burden of wrangling the pre-teen, the toddler, and the babe,
doing her best to keep the extraneous daily affairs of the household off my plate
so I could write; for bringing me coffee and sitting on my lap to hear me read
things that I am sure either bored her to tears, or during which she could have
been engaging in something much more aligned to her own schedule, likes and
agenda for those times, I loving dedicate this book to my wonderful, caring,
supportive wife, Raini Roberts. This book is as much a product of her stalwart
love and affection for me as it is the work of my own hand.
This book is also dedicated to the memory of Philip Coppens, whose life and
research has been an inspiring, integral part of who I am. Go rest high on that
mountain, my dear friend.
Acknowledgments
When there are so many books available on the shelves, it must seem a small
thing to the common reader that an author of just one small book could spend
any amount of significant time or space acknowledging the people who helped
along the way. But it truly is not any small task, nor is it anything even close to
insignificant. Without these people I am about to mention, this book would not
be a reality.
First I want to thank everyone at New Page Books who has had a hand in
publishing this work. Michael Pye, Laurie Pye, and Kirsten Dalley have been
overtly supportive and unflinching proponents of my writing, and for that I
cannot say enough how thankful I am. To Kirsten, especially, I want to say thank
you for putting up with my inane schedule, and for tolerating my making you
hound me for permissions and other details toward the end of this process.
Thank you all for letting me part of what you are at New Page Books.
To my wife, Raini Roberts, I want to say thank you for putting up with my
distractedness and downright surliness while I, sometimes literally, paced the
floors and remained in an agitated, unruly state while contemplating what I hope
translates into the struggle of dealing with some of the issues in this book. This
isn’t all just folly to me, but highly representative of fundamental, foundational
changes in my beliefs and intellectual approaches to things I once thought so
substantial. Thank you, Raini.
To my dearest of friends, my brother, my cohort in Intrepid Magazine and
Paradigm Symposium, my ally and fellow explorer, Micah Hanks, I cannot
express how thankful I am to have you in my life. Your help in constructing
elements of this book are astronomically off the scale, and were it not for your
consistent uplifting nature, and your research and work on my behalf, this book
would most certainly not exist in the form it is in today. I love you with all my
heart, my dear friend, and may the gods place your essence in the heavens for
your care and selfless nature. Thank you for “making it so,” oh, Science Officer.
Once again I must thank my old friend and professor Dr. Charles Aling, for it
was he who originally sparked in me a love of history and archaeology.
Although he and I may reside on differing sides of the theo-historical fence in
some regards, he remains an inspiration whose influence has deep roots in who
and what I have become. Perhaps we can sit over coffee and you can take me to
task for some of my ideas and interpretations, and push me to continually do
better, as you have always done.
Father Jack Ashcraft, thank you for listening. Thank you for inspiring and
prodding me to think. You have been a good friend, indeed, and without your
valuable influence in my life, I would be a poorer, sadder man. You have heard
my caterwauls, misgivings, frustrations, dismissive pangs, and struggles of faith.
Thank you for being not just an ear, but a dear friend through the process of
writing this book.
Anthony F. Sanchez, you are someone who has established yourself as a dear
friend, and your writing and conversations and ever-present encouragements are
things of beauty to me. Thank you.
Dr. John Ward, thank you for your historical and archaeological input. Your
invaluable information on the Thule and the 19th-century influences, though not
all used in this book, established an incredible foundation from which to
structure what did appear in these pages. As with Nephilim, we don’t always see
eye-to-eye on all these issues of interpretable history, but we do share a common
love of the knowledge that comes from the research. I thank you for always
being there for my questions and conversations. Your help in structuring parts of
this book have immeasurable value. Thanks for the smokes and coffee by the
Nile during our many video chats.
Thank you, Philip Coppens, for your wonderful Foreword and for your
support in so many of my endeavors.
And for all those of you who let me rant and bounce ideas off your brains and
hearts, I thank you unabashedly: Dave Potter, James Keuhl, Jim Fitzsimons,
Barry Fitzgerald, Cassidy O’Connor-Nicholas, April Slaughter, Jane Scott
(Mom), and many others far too numerous to list here.
And, of course, only last on the list due to her utter importance and influence,
my dear friend on whom I cannot heap enough accolades and heartfelt praise and
thanks—the inimitable, incomparable, amazing Marie D. Jones. You have been a
dear friend, supporter, sounding board, and inspiration. Without your influence
and prodding, this book—and the one before it—would not even exist. Thank
you, my friend.
Contents
Foreword by Philip Coppens
Preface
Introduction
PART I:
The Empire of the Serpent
Chapter One:
The Annunaki and Their Sumerians
Chapter Two:
That’s Not What I Learned in Sunday School
Chapter Three:
Coiled Around Many Cultures
PART II:
The Serpent in Alien Subculture
Chapter Four:
The Reptoids…Reptilians—No, Wait…Reptilian-Humanoids
PART III:
The Serpent’s Bloodline
Chapter Five:
The Remnant of the Nephilim
Chapter Six:
The Merovingian Connection
Chapter Seven:
The New Age and the Serpent
Conclusion:
The Continued Presence of the Serpent
Afterword
Notes
Index
About the Author