Of note Erich von Däniken has passed recently.
Long full life and I'll miss him.
I've loved his works which inspired "In Search Of" that as a small child I listened to on a tiny Black and White TV that was a hand-down from my Grandmother as it was re-run endlessly in the early morning and late night in the 70s.
His work influenced many later works - the Eternals by Jack Kirby, Ancient Aliens, the whole "Ancient Aliens" theory. Sure there's plenty of opposition to his ideals by whiny "De-Bunkers" but lots of it makes perfect sense. One Man's opinion. He should be honored for his literary influence alone...!
In any way regardless I miss him and thank him for his work. I could gush for pages all the fond memories and stories of incidents its affected my life but really I'll hold back save this one recent thing - the song...
May the Space Gods - or God himself now please elevate this man and introduce him to the Mysteries he sought all his life!
I'd recently made a song in tribute to his works, as part of a larger Progressive Rock experiment - "Space Gods" - lyrics (c) Maxx Feral and associates - assembled with a DAW and Suno help.
Here's the real Lyrics, YouTube's auto ones miss a few things:
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“MMMmmmmmMMMMM”
Stone breath.
Star dust.
A doorway stitched in mineral hush—
and in the seams of silence: us.
I found it where the canyon forgets the sun,
A rib of black rock, carved to none.
No banner, no warning, no written plea—
Just spiralwork humming quietly.
I laid my lamp on the threshold line,
And the air grew thick like old-time wine;
The tomb drank sound, the walls grew near,
And my heartbeat turned into listening ear.
A lens in the dark, a perfect eye,
Watching the watcher, asking why.
I did not speak—my tongue was snow—
I only let the current flow.
Space Gods— not thrones in the sky,
But travelers of dawn in a long reply.
Space Gods— moving planet to planet,
Leaving small seeds where the wild winds span it.
Not chains, not crowns, not a sacred whip—
Just the steady hands of a starship.
Then—light like water, poured through bone,
And I was not alone, not alone.
A corridor bloomed behind my eyes,
And I watched the ages reorganize:
Silver hulls with no flags unfurled,
Quiet as moths in the velvet world;
Faces bright as phosphor rain,
Voices that spoke in a chord, not a name.
They did not shout, they did not claim,
They never asked for praise or blame;
They turned the keys of sleeping things—
And moved on, listening to the springs.
Space Gods— not thrones in the sky,
But travelers of dawn in a long reply.
Space Gods— moving planet to planet,
Leaving small seeds where the wild winds span it.
Not chains, not crowns, not a sacred whip—
Just the steady hands of a starship.
I saw them kneel by a river of red,
Touching the mud where the first dreams bred—
Not to command, but to tune the clay
So it remembered a wider way.
On one world: fire taught to sing in the throat,
On one world: hands made gentle enough to hold.
On one world: eyes that learned to read the night,
Tracing the grammar of distant light.
But shadows follow even golden feet,
And every gift has a hidden heat.
A mind can bloom, a mind can bruise,
A spark can warm… or become a fuse.
So they placed no law in the marrow’s core—
Only a door… only a door… only a door…
And the choice walked out on its own two stars,
Wearing its freedom like healing scars.
Space Gods— not thrones in the sky,
But travelers of dawn in a long reply.
Space Gods— moving planet to planet,
Leaving small seeds where the wild winds span it.
Not chains, not crowns, not a sacred whip—
Just the steady hands of a starship,
The vision folded like a sail of glass,
And the tomb was only a tomb at last.
But something stayed—like a second breath—
A warmth that wouldn’t learn the taste of death.
I climbed to the rim where the sunrise poured,
And the desert rang like a struck chord:
Not worship, no—
Not fear, no—
Only the urge to go… to go… to go…
tok—tok—tak… tok—tok—tak…
Across the silence, across the drift—
Carrying the door they did not lift.
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Again Rest in Peace - Mr. Erich von Däniken!
