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

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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THE SECRET HISTORY OF THE REPTILIANS
EDITED BY JODI BRANDON
TYPESET BY EILEEN MUNSON
Cover design by Scott Alan Roberts
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the printed edition as follows:
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. SerpentsFolklore. 2. SerpentsMythology. 3. SerpentsReligious aspects. 4. Civilization, AncientExtraterrestrial influences. I. Title.

GR740.R65 2013
398.2452796dc23

2012039161

For better, for worse;

For richer, for poorer;

In faith, in cognitive dissonance;

When writing, when facing writers 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 oreven worse, her slumberto read new translations of ancient Sumerian cuneiforms or newly stumbled upon historical information that prodded me from my intellectual biensance; for all the times she was over-burdened with being the single parentthe war widowof 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 fantasiesall 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.

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 isnt 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 dont 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.