At market, one Texan enthusiast of our French mysteries hereabouts was saying to others that the local language of Occitan was from Aramaic, the 'pure language of Jesus'. Actually though, as I interjected, Occitan has Latin origins. I expanded into my late thoughts that there was an original language here before Occitan, far more ancient, because as I have seen it the local goddess of Bugarach, Noor, is not an Occitan word. It occurred to me that the most ancient language here would have aligned with cave dwelling and the standing stones and would more have resembled Basque, which in itself has always been mysterious. Yes, I know it, that Noor also means in Arabic 'light', as one of the men remarked on, but likely this was also an ancient local word. I did look more into this once back home. And yes, Occitan was a language introduced by the Romans, and therefore this had covered what was in existence before. And as for that old language having more resembled Basque, indeed, on my looking into this it was understood by linguists and historians that the language spoken by cave people, as I had myself deduced, would have been a proto-Basque, there being evidence dating this back to the Neolithic times and even beyond. Basque words alike to Noor, as I now saw, written as 'nur' translated to 'water' and also to 'hazelnuts'. A water goddess them, maybe, for the magical springs and rivers of this sacred landscape. Basque, also known as Euskara, was unique and always somewhat of a mystery. I had traces of Basque dna, as did my mother, which may well be in us from way back in Palaeolithic times, when the Welsh, Irish and Scots were of the same family groups as those of the Basque, and likewise with ancient Sardinians, also dna I carried. All was so very interesting.
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I've been considering my food sensitivities and how this is genetically inherited via my father and my nanny Eileen, both of whom, in sticking to commonly accepted foods ultimately deteriorated health wise. I've had to eliminate so much of traditional food, to the point of being a fussy eater no-one can entertain. But that seems to be working for me. And, yes, I've said it before, that I tend to think it's the Cheddar caveman's own genes, very primitive and ancient, , which I appear to share to quite some extent, restricting what I can eat and handle. On the other side of my dads family are Pop's long life genes, he being a centenarian, and my having discovered that his Wonastow ancestresses lived even beyond 100. Myself, arriving at the age of 61, I look some ten years younger, which I'm hoping is because I've inherited that same long life gene. Sussing out what foods and substances are as if poisons to me, I free up the path for the long life gene to dominate. I actually watched a documentary about centenarian 'blue spots' around the world, which focused on Okinawa in Japan, Ikaria a Greek island and the ancients of Sardinia. It's so that the ancient Balari of Sardinia shows up in my archeogenetic dna, so has this originated there? Or Greece? Or the Caucasus? But, yes, maybe the Balari. Or maybe Wonastow has its own blue magic going on. I have never yet been to that village, whereas I have experienced a whole month of exploring Sardinia. Looking up about Sardinia I see that the people genetically closest to them are the Basque, which I also have genetic links to.
Ella May was messaging me to try the latest Myheritage gimmick which fashions from ones face ancient and historical images. Ella had some beautiful results in this. But try as I might the app wouldn't work for me, a statement coming up that I have used the full quota of photographs already, this being on my family tree which I have with them, for which I am required therefore to upgrade, but to do so costs over 200 euros! So, whereas it cost Ella a tenner, I don't even get that same option. Kind of a glitch I would say. Well a week later, due to Myheritage offering to resolve this by giving me free photo storage, I could at last access the wonder of time travel pictures. And most of those photos were ridiculous, but enough gems were there to make the £10 worth while. As with Ella May's pictures it was the royal ones that came out as the most stunning. I was having such fun with this. On tiktok a guy who loves ethnic ancestry was doing a 'live'. Actually I only caught the tail end of it, but when I commented that I've seen through archeogentics that I have Balari ethnic ancestry from Sardinia, he got excited about them being the original Neolithic farmers, the highest amount to be found in the whole of Europe. I got creative, making a couple of tiktoks, one of my AI time travel pictures, and a rehash animation of my ancient relative the Cheddar Gorge man. I would love to tune into my hunter gatherer family from those times, in that place, to connect maybe through the dna from them that remains in me. My vast ancestral variety, tuning in somehow, psychically; how interesting that would be. I got offered such a good deal to renew my lapsed Myheritage membership, 80% off. They wanted me back, so I did it.
What fun, on a cold day, to make a tiktok of my ethnic ancestresses, as revealed to me by DNA, finding beautiful pictures of different ancient cultures. As I did say, it is by DNA that I have found out so much about my ancestresses. Three quarters of my DNA is Celtic, for my family being Welsh, Irish and Scottish, and Viking I have a lot too, for having family from the Shetland Islands. Archeogenetics has revealed descent from the ancient Balari tribe of Sardinia and the Vascones tribe of the Basque. I have around 4% Greek DNA, 3% Spanish, 2% Italian, 3% central Asian and 1% Finnish. My matriarchal origins have come from the Caucasus mountains. How beautiful those pictures I gathered together. So this was a joy for me.
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