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Showing posts with label Neanderthals. Show all posts
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Friday, July 7, 2017

Humans and Neanderthals: Kissin’ Cousins in More Ways Than One


Miracle Girl: Humans and Neanderthals: Kissin’ Cousins in More Ways Than One
Our early Homo sapien ancestors shagged Neanderthals and any related species, looking past superficial differences.
Were our supposedly primitive human ancestors more "evolved" than us?
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Friday, May 27, 2016

Message from a Time Before Creation


Miracle Girl: Message from a Time Before Creation

170, 500 years ago in Bruniquel Cave in SW France, Neanderthals built rings made of stacked stalagmite, which had been deliberately broken. Why?

The discoverers can only guess. But it took several people to do the work, likely supervised by another. Was it for ritual purpose? Perhaps further excavation will reveal further clues.

But the fact remains that this complex behavior happened 164,500 years before the universe was created, according to creationists.

That's a dumb as Neanderthals were once thought to be.
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Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.