TOUR OF SICILY by Daniel Buckley FREE E-Book offer Friday May 12th

For many years the summer months have been extended into late September and October by my trips to Sicily taking the flight to Catania from Manchester and then the onward bus from the bus stop outside the arrival’s hall after a first reviving coffee and sandwich from the cafe bar nearest to the bus stands outside the airport to either Giardini Naxos or Taormina for the first leg of my visit to the burning island.

It takes about just over an hour to reach Giardini and Taormina by Etna buses the views on the bus on route are stunning of Mount Etna and the island in general as the bus winds it way through the centre of Catania it stops in the main bus station in the centre which as connections for many other towns and cities around the island and if you prefer the train the train station is opposite the main Etna bus station whilst coach services are also available again opposite the train station which you pass if on the bus from the Airport.

Giardini Naxos is ideal for those who love a beach holiday the long seafront stretches for miles with the Porto Naxos at one end and the Archaeological Museum and gardens opposite the port area with its ancient ruins and the altar to Apollo inside the peaceful gardens that offer fantastic views of Mount Etna one side and the other the coastline and Taormina perched beneath towering Mount Taurus.

Taormina offers visitors fantastic shopping views the Greek theatre with if your lucky live plays or a concert depending on your timing!!

Isola Bella and the beaches beneath can be reached by cable car or buses with Etna and local buses serving Taormina and Giardini Naxos you can always explore both resorts on foot its usually the best way to see both having stayed in both I would be tempted to spend 3 nights in each resort but if you get a great deal go for either they are both great bases for longer stays with plenty of trips and bus and coach services available from both to nearby sights and further afield. Having visited Monreale and Palermo, Agrigento, Syracuse, Mount Etna and the islands such as the Aeolian islands trip a full long day with an expert guide starting at six in the morning and arriving back into the resort in the evening in the dark the day was like heaven on Earth seeing the blue seas and skies broken by the small volcanic islands among them Vulcano and Stromboli rise majestically from out of the azure blue sea and are framed by blue skies above and seabirds in flight above the dark cliffs that are topped by a mixture of green and volcanic ashes of varying blacks and greys and white Lipari is the first stop by boat from the coast of Sicily and the main harbour town called Lipari is a beautiful place with a varied array of gift clothes and cafe bars and restaurants to explore after the guide takes you on a tour of the island if you opt for it a bus journey on which you stop for a drink on the cliff tops with fantastic views of the varied volcanic islands that are dotted around Lipari. Another short bus journey price not included in the day trip… But in my opinion worth the fee you stop again at a cafe bar where drinks and food are available before you are dropped back near the harbour and have free time to explore the many shops and cafe bars of the main resort on Lipari the boat will leave on time with or without you so do not get lost in the winding streets of Lipari!!!

Leaving Lipari the boat then calls at the Volcanic island of Vulcano there are steam mud baths to visit not for me or a walk up the nearby peak decided to spend the hour or so free time having something to eat in one of the many cafe bars then found a great bar that sold strong lagers from around the world so had a bottle of Kwak which was excellent and quenched my first looking out over the small port and beach on the small outside terrace beneath a parasol we boarded the boat back and then it was the coach journey home from the port of Milazzo in the fading light as the sunset over the islands climbing to Taormina was in the night along the winding cliffside roads with all the varied lights magical and also a bit scary when traffic was coming towards you the trip is on the websites today with varied prices from £64 TO £77 pounds quoted depending on the islands selected. I did the Lipari & Vulcano the dearer option is the Stromboli & Panarea however I paid more that this for my day trip back in 2017. You can visit the Egadi islands by ferry yourself but the bus travel to Trapani or Marsala involves two very long bus journeys would recommend visiting Trapani or Marsala and making it a part of your holiday or visit to Sicily. Again the choices on the island are varied with many trips and tours whilst you can always plan your own tour of Sicily based around your arrival and departure airports or ports for that matter with so many sights and cities to see Sicily offers every visitor a great destination for a summer holiday with contrasting landscapes to suit all from island beach mountains countryside and city breaks with a great choice of accommodation to suit all budgets and tastes on offer. Great food and wine and the hospitality of the Sicilian people is always very warm and friendly.

Having visited Catania many times and used both the bus and train making the trip to Syracuse from Catania is a journey worth taking whenever you visit Sicily if only for a day the best way to see Syracuse is by Spending between a three to five day stay there are many hotels and apartments to suit ll tastes and budgets.

There is a wide choice of hotels near the train and bus stations but also the centre of Syracuse and the harbour area along with the island of Ortygia.

Taxis are not expensive the city offers visitors a unique choice of history with museums and ancient theatres and temples to visit along with the quarries named the ear of Dionysuis once a prison for the defeated Athenian army with a macabre history due to the numbers of warriors who died in the prison.

Exploring the history and admiring the stunning sights on offer of towering Mount Etna and the beach at Giardini Naxos from Taormina along with the stunning coastline and the deep blue azure sea.

Yachts and other small boats sail the large natural bay of Naxos and the odd Cruise liners usually call in the small harbour in the bay of Naxos.

You can book an half day Yachting tour of the bay of Naxos that sails from Giardini Port to Taormina and Isola Bella among other sights at a price of £60 pounds whilst the mount Etna and Villages plus the Volcanic rocky river Gorge Alcantara day trip which will remain with you for life costs circa £80 pound per person all picks up from Taormina and Giardini Naxos hotels or nearby.

Naxos was the original port of call for the first Greeks to land and settle on Sicily from the Greek island of Naxos circa 734 B.C .and where they set up an Altar to the deity Apollo thanking him for their safe crossing over the sea from the Greek Mainland via Lefkas, to the Italian coastline and then onwards to the burning islands of Sicily as they hugged the coast of Italy sailing past the Italian coastline port of Rhegium in the Ionian sea heading towards Sicily and settling among the Sicel and Sican peoples who had long since settled the island named after those first settlers Sicania after the Sicanian people and the later arrivals the Sicels who called the island Sicily…





Originally an article from my first Website created and produced for free online and given a lot of feedback from people who viewed the article on the site dedicated to History and writing.

My interest in the deity came about by accident researching for my first book idea on ancient history and religion the idea for that book led to my first book Heaven Earth and Time which was driven when discovering the deity Paiawon Apollo and following the journey of this global sun god deity from the Eastern world to the Western world.

Paiawon was described as a youthful deity on Crete the name I read whilst researching for a book that was replaced by a direction change driven by the deity Paiawon that led my research away from its original main focus on triplicity in religion towards research on the beginning of culture and religions in the ancient world a journey that continues today.

Ironically Paiawon Apollo is represented in triplicity throughout history in the varied lands and cultures the deity appeared in the ancient Eastern and Western world.

My latest book project covers the birth of deities the origins of cultures around the world from the very dawn of time itself. Ongoing and not far away from a release date this year the research and the actual building of the book has been like none of my previous projects due to it crossing over into the same research already covered with Paiawon being a part of that being an ancient deity the research throws up new connections with the deities association as the Master of Animals deity on ancient Crete and in the Eastern ancient world and the Prehistoric world.

Writing without the fuel of inspiration to continue to drive you to research and transform that into articles and books you are happy with is soulless.

For me the figures in history that offer a mix of success and failure during their lives and careers and overcome both provide the ideal fuel by inspiring and intriguing in equal measure.

Paiawon Apollo the Sun God is available via E-book version on Amazon Kindle, Kindle unlimited in Paperback and hardback versions in print via Amazon and other online bookstores




Plans are in place to commence excavations on Rougier street York the plans when approved will see a two year Archaeological dig undertaken and a museum site established to showcase the Roman world that saw Eboracum become a vital City in the Roman world due to its original location on a frontier with rebel Celtic tribes that saw the ninth legion establish a fortress site and powerbase between the twin rivers of the Fosse and Ouse.

It was originally a Celtic settlement Eburakon place of the yew trees made up of small farms taking advantage of the location in a well watered site that provided access via the fast flowing rivers by boat and the protection afforded by the rivers to the people who settled the site.

York Archaeological Trust chief David Jennings stated it was in the interests of all to take an interest in the past if we want to preserve it for people in the future.

With the proposed Roman dig giving the people of York today a chance to support the project and preserve the Roman history of Eboracum for people in the future in a similar way the Jorvik dig and museum preserved and reanimated the Viking world of York for future generations of people from around the world.

Reanimating the Roman history of the city will generate a boost for the city with the creation of jobs with the Museum and other buildings such as hotels created to develop a Roman Quarter on Rougier street that will attract visitors from around the UK and globally to the city of York adding to the many museums and other tourist attractions the city offers to visitors from all corners of the world today.

As a frequent visitor myself its an exciting project and to be able to see the sites develop will add another dimension to my visits to the city of History and the inspiration for my interest in history and writing and beyond is all tied in with the city of York.

Multiply the impact made on one person and you can appreciate the importance such projects have in the future on history and archaeology by attracting informing and illuminating future generations to their past.

When the Roman quarter scheme is completed the Eboracum Museum will be twice the size of the Jorvik Museum and the site will also see a hotel with circa 88 rooms and apartment building with circa 153 apartments on the site.

Impressions of the interior of the Eboracum museum can be found online via

For a visitors guide to the city of York click on the link below


Rain traced endless lines down the large viewing windows that looked out across the sodden runway.

Jet engines fired out powerful thrusts that filled the air with a wall of sound.

Alex could smell the powerful fumes of aviation as she looked across the shimmering runway and the planes backing up for take off.

Athens witnessed the heavy storms that had buffeted the Greek mainland before heading towards Santorini and Crete.

Crete felt the full force of the storms with cars washed out to sea and coast roads and clifftop paths lost beneath floodwaters and waves.

Alex turned facing Marko and she smiled wryly.

“Tell me just how long have we been waiting for this flight?”

“About three hours but look on the bright side we have a week on the beach to recover.”

Marko replied.

“You seem to be very calm about all this Marko.” Alex noted.

“How many times have you failed to make a flight.” He challenged.

“Never but this is a working holiday the sooner we get there the better.” Alex replied.

“Stop worrying we are getting paid for sitting on a beach every other day some call it research but its happy days relax go with the flow.” Marko answered.

While they talked an announcement boomed out.

“Olympic flight 3030 for Santorini will be boarding from gate thirty three in forty five minutes.”

“Air Olympic apologises for any inconvenience caused by the late arrivals inbound due to the adverse weather conditions.

Please can all passengers for flight 3030 to Santorini head to gate thirty three for boarding.”

Alex looked at Marko who smiled broadly back at her and winked.

“We will soon be riding donkeys down the cliff path and walking in pain at the bottom.”

Joked Marko.

Arriving late into the resort airport they navigated there way through customs and the airport collected their bags from the luggage carousel and then waited for the hotel minibus to Fira.

Arriving late into the hotel they they were both hungry and decided to check into their rooms and freshen up before venturing into the resort and finding something to eat and drink back at the hotel.

They were soon walking down into the resort looking for a cafe bar.

Alex spotted bright lights down a side street in the distance.

“Look Marko an open cafe bar.” Alex stated.

They entered the cafe bar and both leaned on the imposing counter and watch like hawks the busy staff and customers ahead of them in the queue.

With hungry eyes they looked at the rows of ice cold beers invitingly lined up in the chillers with condensation dripping from them.

” We heading back to the hotel Marko after we have ordered we can relax its late we have an early start in the morning.” Alex enquired.

” Sounds like a plan to me the food looks good and the beers look cold we have had a long day a few beers and a film will be welcome after we get the suitcases sorted.” Replied Marko.

Next morning both were up and out early and exploring the resort.

Santorini looked like it does in the brochures stunning deep blue azure seas frame by dark steep volcanic cliffs topped by white washed buildings like icing on a wedding cake.

Walking down the narrow cobbled streets nearing the cable car station Alex noticed an advert promoting an ancient art exhibition at a local museum.

“Look Marko.” Exclaimed Alex.

Marko picked up a flier and began reading the advert.

” Akrotiri speaks to a new world through its beautiful frescoes reanimating a world trapped by nature and preserved in time.”

Sounds really interesting we can see it on our way out this evening Marko.”

Alex excitedly added.

Both dressed up for their first night away on Santorini first nights away are always exciting.

“Look at you Alex you look almost dateable.”

Marko teased.

“You are the hired help remember get your camera and less of your lip.” Answered Alex.

Alex looked towards Marko for a few moments he was a friend but work was work.

Pictures, interviews, and the head of marketing lining up days of endless seminars on telecoms it was going to be q busy week.

“Are we heading for the restaurant overlooking the bay Alex.” Marko enquired.

” Yes we can stroll down to the American Jazz bar for a nightcap

later.” Alex replied smiling.

“We have enough time to take in th exhibition on our way Marko.”

” No problem boss lets get going.” Marko smiled broadly.

Winding illuminated passageways led they to the narrow clifftop pathway that had a sheer drop over a small wall.

They admired the views away in the distance as the varied street lights around the bay shimmered against the dark evening skies.

“How far up is the museum Marko.” Alex asked.

“See the archway at the crest of the hill just behind it the driveway leads to the entrance.” Marko replied.

“We will have about an hour before it closes Marko.” Alex noted.

Moonlight illuminated the early evening sky dancing across the ancient bay formed over 3400 years earlier by the Minoan eruption.

They reached the heavy double doors of the museum and entered.

A receptionist greeted them, she was sat at a desk near the entrance doors.

Brochures and fliers on the museum and Santorini covered the desk.

“Good evening.” the receptionist greeted them brightly.

“Two tickets please.” Alex replied.

“You can either follow the route printed on the tickets or take a random tour of the the museum and exhibition.” Added the receptionist.

Marko looked at Alex and shrugged his shoulders.

“Toss a coin heads I take the route tails you.” He stated.

Alex threw the coin high into the air they both watched the coin as it span around then landed on the polished black marble floor and rolled under the receptionists desk.

Alex shook her head and smiled trying hard not to laugh.

“Marko you can take the random tour meet back here in an hour OK.”

Alex smiled.

“Take your time and enjoy the tour Alex.” Marko replied.

“Be careful Marko.” Answered Alex.

He turned and began his random tour walking on he stopped suddenly still in his tracks and mulled her words over.

“Be careful of what?” He asked himself.

Displays led Alex around the atmospheric museum the vivid colours and modern appearance of the frescoes captivated Alex and her senses firing her imagination.

Alex was fascinated by them she had never seen frescoes up close before.

Sacred blue birds perched on the branches of sacred oak trees a goddess dressed in blue robes and two handmaidens dressed in white and yellow sat on a sacred rock.

A scene taken directly from a lost ancient world captured by an unknown artist for millions of eyes to admire for eternity.

No words are needed when you have the work of talented artists filling your mind and vision with rich vibrant colours and life from an ancient world.

Alex felt herself drawn to the figure of the goddess she stared into her large dark almond shaped eyes.

She had red crocuses painted on her cheeks and large dragonfly earrings whilst around her neck was a golden chain of butterflies, honeybees and sacred birds rested on her tanned chest.

She wore a flared bell shaped light blue and saffron dress with blue red and yellow circles around both arms and the hem of the dress and a blue sash belt drawn tightly around the waist.

Her dark almond eyes stared out of the frescoe back at Alex sending shivers through her body.

Hairs suddenly stood up on the back of her neck.

Lights began flashing repeatedly she felt herself spinning around her stomach churned and heaved as she felt herself falling into a dark abyss beneath her.

Her mind was in turmoil as she continued to struggle with the strange feelings overtaking her .

She had stopped falling and she awoke slowly still feeling dazed and tired she stared around and saw a sandy coastline she looked out towards the sea and could make out black sails breaking the horizon.

Figures danced on the sandy shoreline in front of her raising up their hands towards the heavens.

A man approached her wearing a golden mask with three silver doves inlaid on the cheek.

“Mistress your people wait will you speak to them directly or let the spirit within you talk.”

He enquired.

“What is all this some sort of weird cult?” Alex Replied.

She was still unsteady on her feet and was becoming nervous as she looked around the beach.

“Mistress the spirit within you speaks a tongue we do not understand.” The priest stated.

People watched on mesmerised by her words.

Open mouthed the priest stared at Alex.

Crowds gathered around her, chanting and singing hymns, they stared wide eyed as she spoke to them again.

“You’re like the figures from the frescoes I must be dreaming wake up Alex wake up.” She shouted loudly.

Two hand maidens supported her holding her hands gently they guided her to the shoreline and the waves gently lapped over her feet cooling her down as they did so.

Both handmaidens pointed towards the fast approaching oared ships their black sails billowing in the stiff sea breeze that was blowing over the island.

“Paiawon and Rhadys have with your blessings guided our fleets return form campaigning on Sicania your power protected them Mistress.” The handmaiden stated.

Alex listened but had no idea what the handmaidens had told her.

” Sorry… I know you mean me no harm i just wish someone anyone could understand me.”

Alex replied.

People filled the shoreline around her but she had never felt so alone than at that moment she was confused what had happened to the world she knew.

More people gathered on the beach and looked towards her waiting expectantly on her words.

Alex had become Britomarpis the Mistress of Animals the deity who thrilled crowds and left them spellbound with her magical powers.

Alex looked around at the lush green landscape of the island that surrounded her It formed a perfect circle like a shield cast on a a lake.

Cone shaped peaks stretched high into the blue cloudless skies above her.

There were no electricity pylons or busy roads or traffic at all on the island only the breaking of the waves onto the shoreline broke the silence.

She watched as a tall figure walked up the beach towards her with purpose preparing herself for the worst.

“Where are you from Mistress?”

He asked staring directly into her eyes.

“Who are you spirit talk to me.” He demanded

Alex smiled at the priest and then pointed towards the sky copying the actions of her seven handmaidens.

She was visibly annoyed with the priest questioning her.

“Mnoitai . you serve me never question what is beyond your comprehension.” She warned.

Closing fast towards the shoreline the fleet of black sailed ships loomed ever larger into view before one by one they beached on th sandy shoreline before the gathered crowds.

Men and women embraced warmly as they danced wildly down the sandy beach and Laughter filled the air as excited voices chatted like birds at sunrise.

Alex watched as two powerfully built tall figures walking towards her purposefully.

As both neared they lowered their eyes towards the floor and removed their helmets.

“Britomarpis you look beautiful as always Kydonians loss is our gain.”

Alex could understand every word they had spoken?

Paiawon looked at Alex and smiled.

“Sister we have good news our hoped for alliance with Sicania is secured but at a price.”

Paiawon stated.

Alex could not take her eyes off the warrior stood beside her brother.

He walked slowly towards her and before stopping in front of Alex.

Leaning forwards he whispered

“Britomarpis you’re free cast the seal of Poseidon into the sea he now as Minos and Aeacus for company in the underworld Mistress wears the seals of both Phaistos and Kydonia rule beside me claim your birthright.”

Rhadys your father will soon be here and he will need your support his loss is far greater than the campaigns rewards.”

Alex walked slowly over towards the headland she stopped on the edge and wrapped the seal of Poseidon in a piece of old fishing net she found.

She then cast the seal into the sea below from the cliffs edge.

“Alex… Alex… Alex… ” she could hear a voice calling her name repeatedly.

” Alex are you OK? Marko asked

“Let me go back please life is sacred there please let me go back.” She rambled.

Her voice faltered as she slipped away again she now lay motionless on the museum floor her shoulder length black hair blending with the black polished marble floor beneath,

It was quiet the only noise breaking the silence came from Marko as he cradled Alex in his arms tears running down his cheek.

“Please don’t go stay with me Alex stay with me.” Marko whispered.

Alex could hear the sea gently lapping against the shoreline Rhadys held her hand gently and talked to her slowly.

“Release the spirit Britomarpis be yourself once more.” Replied Rhadys.

“Poseidon as no control over you now the gods cannot control or hold spirit Britomarpis they envy its power.” Stated Rhadys.

Britomarpis blinked three times then sighed as she breathed out and closed her eyes.

Alex lay motionless on the museum floor as the paramedics scrambled into the museum.

Marko felt a mixture of both guilt and relief as the paramedics began to revive Alex.

” Are you her husband? Enquired the paramedic.

N..N NO Marko stuttered.

“We are friends we work together.”

“What are you called sir.” Asked the parmedic.


“What is your friends name sir.”

“Alex.” Replied Marko.

“Alex… Alex can you hear me you have had a fall were just checking you out and will put you on oxygen to help you with your breathing and recovery were going to slip the mask over your nose now its ok there is nothing to worry about Alex.” The paramedic stated.

“Does she have a history of blackouts or as she complained of ever feeling lightheaded .” The paramedic questioned Marko.

“No I can’t remember her having a day off ill in the four years I have worked with her.” Replied Marko.

“It could be an andrenaline inrush as overloaded her causing her to feel over anxious and lightheaded leading to her passing out. Stated the paramedic.

Once we stabilize her breathing she will be fine.” Stated the paramedic.

Marko caught sight of a small butterfly its wings gently caressed the air as circled very gracefully above Alex.

She moved and opened her eyes slowly before looking around the room she looked confused and startled as she studied the people surrounding her.

” Alex can you hear me? Asked the paramedic.

She stared right through him before speaking.

” Santi ke -ke me-na pa – I to.”

“What is the language she is speaking.!” Asked the paramedic.

” She speaks English and Italian but I have no idea what language she just used.” Marko stated.

” Alex are you OK? Marko asked as he stared into her eyes.

“Pa -Ji -Wo.” She replied.

She stared at the frescoes behind Marko on th wall and smiled as she studied them.

They held scenes she had known she was a young girl displayed in the temples of Phaistos, Akrotiri and Kydonia covered the wall.

She looked at the blue butterfly circling her and she knew that Rhadys was right spirit was far stronger than the gods.

She stared at Marko smiled and then closed her eyes when she awoke Rhadys was stood beside her.

“Your spirit as returned Britomarpis Poseidon no longer controls your life or feelings you deserve to be free from service we deserve to be as one” Replied Rhadys.

Marko listened as the paramedics spoke to their colleagues before giving Alex the all clear.

They checked her reflexes and her vision as she sat up slowly.

Alex felt sheepish about all the attention and fuss created as the paramedics carried on checking her blood pressure and heart rate.

“You know how to shake a museum up and me.” Marko whispered in her ear.

Alex smiled back at Marko.

” Relax Marko we will be on the beach tomorrow thanks for staying with me.”

” You know after today we could become more than work colleagues Alex.”

“This new Marko is interesting.”

“Is that a yes to my question Alex? Asked Marko.

Alex nodded her head smiling broadly as they both embraced each other warmly.


Explore the City of York from its Celtic origins down through time to the present day.

Discover the cultures and peoples who created the city shaped the streets and the buildings that make the city you see today.

History surrounds you as you walk the city streets, and you can feel the history embrace you be it walking beside the river Ouse or along the Roman walls that once protected the city of Eboracum from the rebel Celtic Northern tribes of Britain.

Eboracum was built on a what was a Celtic settlement between the rivers Foss and Ouse in AD 71.

Eboracum became a main fortress established by the ninth legion it was the powerbase from which the legions would strike out against the rebel Celtic tribes in the North and Scotland.

Eboracum remained a powerful frontier fortress and as such it would be made a capital in 197 AD of Upper Britain by Caracella a colonia was the highest of honours that could be awarded to a Roman city,

Greater power was delivered on the city when in 208 A.D. Septimus Severus the Roman Emperor made the city his home city after years of civil unrest in the Empire he travelled to Britain to secure the Roman empires frontiers against the attacks waged by the Scottish and Northern Celtic rebel tribes in the North.

Where ever the Emperor resided the Empire was governed from and so it became the heart of the empire from 208 until 211 A.D

Born in Libya, Africa he was known as the African emperor he arrived with his wife Julia Domna and their sons Caracella co emperor since 198 A.D. and Geta family the full civil service of office and a huge retinue of soldiers and the elite Praetorian guard.

Septimus Severus passed away in York on Feb 2nd 211 A.D

Eboracum would again see the Emperor within the city walls when Constantius led the Roman legions back into Britain to confront the Rebel British Emperor Carausius in 296 A.D.

He secured the Western frontier of the empire being the junior Caesar to Maximian emperor in the West.

He was made Augustus full emperor aged 33 on May 1st 305 A.D. when Diocletian retired in the East as Emperor forcing Maximian in the West to also retire handing the Augustus title to Constantius.

Constantius had sent for his son to campaign beside him in Britain and both enjoyed victories against the Picts in battle securing the empires frontiers in Norther Britain.

When Constantius passed away in York in JULY 306 A.D. his son Constantine who was a junior Ceasar was elected Emperor by the Legions of Constantius in the city of York Roman Eboracum.

Today his statue can be seen before York Minster looking outwards over the area, he was crowned Emperor of Rome by the legions of Constantius and Crocus the king of the Germanic Alemanni who fought beside the legions as allies.



Explore the Atlantis legend from its beginning and see its long journey through time and history that saw its ancient origins in Libya and its transmission through generations carried to other lands the people of Libya were forced to migrate such as Egypt via the mother deity Neith who was the creator deity of the ancient world.

Atlantis was among the legendary myths carried by the Libyan peoples and the varied creation myths and legends were oracular before being recorded by the sacred priests and priestesses of the sacred temple of Neith in Sais Egypt.

It was these creation myths and legends that contained historical memories of a lost culture and world that were recorded and retained in the library archives of Sais.

Solon the lawgiver of Athens travelled the world looking for a blueprint to a perfect state he considered Athens to be capable if it was brave enough to make the reforms to become a better city state.

He stayed in Sais and studied and listened to the sacred priests and priestesses on hearing the tale of Atlantis he was left in shock it was a tale of a lost world one in which Atlantis was the leading power this culture ruled over several islands but also over varied lands on the coastlines of the Mediterranean world.

Athens was like the rest of that worlds city states and peoples subject to the power of the seafaring empire that ruled the ancient high seas and trade routes.

It was this tale that Solon returned back to Athens several years later and one he kept close using references in brief political speeches in Athens and his political poems promoting the Greek world.

He had left the main work he penned on the legend of Atlantis within the family and we he passes away the varied poems and works were retained within the family.

Solon was an ancestor of Plato and it was through the family that the works were retained and eventually came to be known to Plato.

He was to study the tales and works and then rewrite in his own style the Atlantis we see today the Atlantis of Plato penned in his work Timaeus and Critias.

Both versions had preserved and enhanced the Atlantis legend yet they also had to retain the truth held within the tales it is these truths that have inspired and influenced thousands and thousands of people over many generations and today still captures the imagination of new generations.

History and Archaeology owes a great debt to those who recorded the oracular tales and captured on clay tablets and later writing canvasses the lost world and culture of Atlantis.

It presented a mystery a puzzle that needed to be investigated and it would be reanimated by the future discoveries of Arthur Evans on Crete and Spyridon Marinatos on Santorini.

Varied new sites had been discovered on Crete they had all led to greater interest in the past and Archaeology and History.