Really . . . who are we?

Many Southeastern Native American descendants are discovering strange European, Middle Eastern or even Polynesian ancestry, which cannot be explained by their known family tree or the official history books.

by Richard L. Thornton, Architect & City Planner

That was the prime question being asked in the winter of 2006,  when 18 Native American professionals around the Southeastern United States formed the People of One Fire research alliance. One by one they either drifted away or literally passed away.  That research survives as the People of One Fire Channel on Youtube.

This is a technical footnote that explains why it is important to study the ancient petroglyphs,  etymology of words and the peopling of the Southeastern United States.  As you will learn, it is indeed important to also study the concealed history of late 16^th and 17^th century European immigration into the interior of eastern North America.

Medical science confirms traditional Creek beliefs

Grandmama Ruby’s real name was Mahala, which means “teacher” in the Creek languages. She was the fifth generation in the family of a girl being given the name Mahala.  My mother did not receive that name, but ended up being Georgia State Teacher of the Year.  I embarked on a lifetime career of being a design professional, but have ended up being devoted to research and teaching others.

The State of Georgia did not allow Mahala to attend public schools, but she had eight years of excellent education by the minister of the historic Methodist church above, which is near the Savannah River in northeast Georgia.  In that era, the Methodist Church had an extensive system of church-based schools for Native American children. Her minister-teacher had earned a doctorate in Theology from Emory University in an era when public school teachers typically had only two years of “Normal School” after high school.

After I entered adolescence Grandmama Ruby took special interest in me.   She still would often refuse to answer my questions about our Indian ancestry . . . blurting,  “I don’t want to talk about it.  They treated us worse than the Coloreds!”

Then out of the blue, she would repeatedly say things that were VERY Creek.   She constantly warned me not to kiss or have bodily contact with girls who had evil souls.  Part of their soul would jump into my body and contaminate my soul!

You have to understand that Creeks were never prudish.  Frequent playtime with the opposite gender was considered healthy and normal.

Both Creek and Maya women made extensive use of a birth control potion made from wild yams. Modern birth control pills were also originally derived from wild yams.  Young men and women could be sexually active for as much as ten years before marrying.  Younger brides typically used the potion until around the age, 24.

However,  Creek religion strongly believed in the distinct difference between a body and its soul.  Young men and women were quite concerned about the personal character of potential mates. Like my ancestors, I am only passionate, when there is passion.

What does science say?

Over the past three decades there has been considerable research into the role of viruses in causing cancers in the reproductive organs, mouth, tongue and throat. The HPV virus is shown under magnification in the above photo.

Researchers were shocked to discover that the mucous cells in the mouths of males and females, plus the female’s vulva were identical.  That surprise went off the scale, when they discovered that human mucous cells retain some of the DNA of every person that humans have kissed or were intimate with. 

Frightening thought, isn’t it?   In a sense, Granny Ruby was right, but the fact also calls to question the accuracy of DNA tests made with mouth swabs.  Once being trapped in an almost loveless marriage with a Gringa, that might explain why my mucus cells are fluent in Spanish, French, Campeche Maya, Sammi, Swedish, Indonesian, Creek and Chickasaw but can barely communicate in English.  LOL

Typical Archaic Bog Burial in South Atlantic Coast, Florida, Sweden, Finland, Estonia and Karelia

Strange DNA in Southeastern Native Americans today

All of the grand pronouncements about the peopling of North America have come from DNA samples in parts of North America that formally had sparse human occupation.   This is not sound science.   The majority of inhabitants of this continent lived in the Southeast.  The province of Kaushe (Coosa) alone had a larger population than Alaska in 1492.  Yet,  there are NO commercial, Pre-Columbian DNA test markers from the Southeastern United States being sold to DNA labs around the world.

The current crop of anthropologists and geneticists do want those markers. They know that Southeastern DNA markers would mess up their precious theories.  Look at what happened to them in Europe, when it was realized that for decades the Sami DNA test markers were really not Sami, but from a population that was mostly Germanic in origin.  Swedish geneticists now classify Sami as Asiatic and have found that ethnic Swedes can have up to 38% Asiatic DNA in their body.

The oldest DNA extracted in the Southeastern United States is from the bog bodies at Windover Pond, Florida and date to around 8,000 BC.  The burials dating from 8,000 to 6,000 BC are pure Proto-Sami/Finnish.  Newer burials can be a mixture of Proto-Sami and AmerIndian.   These bog bottom burials are identical in every detail to the bog bottom burials of that period in Sweden, eastern Denmark, Finland, Estonia and Karelia (Northwestern Russia).  The DNA results at Windover Pond are no fluke, but you won’t find geneticists discussing the obvious fact that the Eastern United States was peopled by Asiatic people from Europe!

My own family’s strange DNA profile  

On my birthday in 2004,  my official father called me up and pompously announced, “As punishment for being a disobedient son and not coming over to our side (Fascism) you will live the rest of your life alone. When your dog dies, you will not be allowed to have another dog.”   That is why I always have more than one dog, so I won’t be a disobedient step-son.

Immediately afterward, someone started poisoning the dogs in my neighborhood.  My herd dog, Rob Roy, was the last to be poisoned . . . three weeks before Christmas . . . when he chased after someone trying to break into my house at night.  

A few days later, the wife of a Woodstock, VA policemen (32 miles away) put a note in my mail box that her cheating husband and a Georgia Wildlife Ranger had been paid $3000 to kill my dog by shooting him with a tranquilizer dart and then squirting antifreeze down his throat.

I faxed the note to Susan Karlson (the Swedish FBI agent, who I first became close in in the summer of 1991 in Virginia. Susan then got someone in federal law enforcement to investigate. They was already investigating the Woodstock Police Dept. because it was the biggest cocaine dealer in NW Metro Atlanta.

The FBI agent had enough information the next day to arrest the two law enforcement officers. My official father had paid the Mafia $5000 for a contract to kill my dog.  The Mafia had hired to two killers. However, the local District Attorney refused to issue arrest warrants.   Both assassins died in one car accidents in 2005 to keep them from talking. I also don’t think that it was any “accident” that the Woodstock cop was with his mistress, driving to a motel, when their end happened.

Susan also set me up an appointment with a criminal psychologist in Dunwoody, GA.  In my consultation, I started telling her my experiences.  She stopped me quickly and said, “He’s not your father and he Is going to try to kill you at Christmastime.”  We find that in domestic psycho crimes the family member kills a pet about two weeks before they kill the human victim.  

She sent me immediately to a DNA clinic that does high tech DNA analysis for the FBI.  My mother died in 2002. I then slipped into my official father’s house, while he was gone and obtained hairs from a brush and soiled underwear then took them to the DNA crime lab.

The dog killer was not my father, as expected, but I was surprised that the lab report labeled me a Mestizo from Southern Mexico with Nordic, Iberian and Maya ancestry! 

The criminal psychologist told me to never have any more communications with the official father.  He would move to another state in six months.  I had ignored the same warning in 1993 from a psychologist in Winchester, VA treating my estranged wife.  Later that day, she almost killed me with poisoned tea.   Sure enough, the official father moved to Texas in six months.

Just as we were about to tour the United States together then marry/live in  northern Virginia,  Susan disappeared in July 2006.  I thought that she had been killed overseas, because she had showed me a photo of her in Kurdistan.  Earlier this year,  I received news that Susan was alive and actively trying to do something about the corrupt Criminal Justice systems in North Georgia.

Early 20th century Sami in northern Sweden. Some Sami tribes still look like Native Americans.

Confirmation and more confusion with the second DNA test

After the extreme controversy in 2012 about the Mayas in Georgia,  I was curious if I really did have Maya DNA in me.  I went back to the same DNA lab in 2013.  They still had me listed as a U.S. Department of Justice asset and so did not charge me for a very precise DNA test.  Someone in Washington, DC paid the bill and got a copy of the DNA test.

The new test results blew my mind.  I had much more Asiatic DNA than in the first one, but most of it was from substantial Proto-Sami/Finnish and Polynesian DNA markers.  I carried DNA markers like Bronze Age burials in Sweden and Ireland.  I had substantial modern Asturian, Galician and Basque DNA from northwestern Iberia.   All of my “American Indian” DNA was Western Maya from southern Mexico and Panoan from eastern Peru.  That was a new one!  Otherwise, I was mostly pure modern (Northern Germanic) Swedish or Danish – not Norwegian.

More recent DNA tests of other relatives have labeled our Polynesian as being Maori!   Now you figure that one out?

A quest for new knowledge

My family’s strange Native American DNA profile caused me to shift my research from merely measuring the alignment of Native American buildings to the sun, moon, planets and stars to a broader question of, “Who are we?”   My second DNA test caused me to look for architecture and petroglyphs that reflect the DNA in our bodies – whether it be from the original settlers of the Americas or Colonial Period pioneers.

Here in the Nacoochee Valley of Northeast Georgia, I have hit “pay dirt” . . . very fitting for the location where the Georgia Gold Rush began.  Georgia academicians have always claimed that our many petroglyphs cannot be translated.  A Lund University professor sent me charts of the two Swedish Bronze Age writing systems that translate most of Georgia’s petroglyphs.

Textbooks and contemporary archaeologists ignore the extensive archival evidence that Europeans began colonizing the interior of the Southeast in the late 1500s.  I am finding the physical evidence of where they lived. 

The new story has been started, but not completed. There are still unanswered questions.