Palestine (think Herodotus), Not Considered

 The Natufian culture was discovered by British archaeologist Dorothy Garrod during her excavations of Shuqba Cave in the Judaean Mountains of Mandatory Palestine in the Cisjordan, now the Ramallah and al-Bireh Governorate of Palestine.[9][10] Before the 1930s, the majority of archaeological work taking place in Palestine was biblical archaeology focused on historic periods, and little was known about the region's prehistory.

In 1928, Garrod was invited by the British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem (BSAJ, now the Kenyon Institute) to excavate Shuqba Cave, where prehistoric stone tools had been discovered by Père Mallon four years earlier. She found a layer sandwiched between the Upper Paleolithic and Bronze Age deposits characterised by the presence of microliths. She identified this with the Mesolithic, a transitional period between the Paleolithic and the Neolithic well-represented in Europe but which had not yet been found in West Asia. A year later, when she discovered similar material at el Wad (now in the Nahal Me'arot Nature Reserve), Garrod suggested the name "the Natufian culture" after the Wadi Natuf, which runs close to Shuqba.

Over the next two decades, Garrod found Natufian material at several of her pioneering excavations in the Mount Carmel region, including el-Wad, Kebara and Tabun, as did the French archaeologist René Neuville, firmly establishing the Natufian culture in the regional prehistoric chronology. As early as 1931, both Garrod and Neuville drew attention to the presence of stone sickles in Natufian assemblages and the possibility that this represented a very early agriculture.[10]


Radiocarbon dating places the Natufian culture at an epoch from the terminal Pleistocene to the very beginning of the Holocene, a time period between 12,500 and 9,500 BC.[12]

The period is commonly split into two subperiods: Early Natufian (12,000–10,800 BC) and Late Natufian (10,800–9,500 BC). The Late Natufian most likely occurred in tandem with the Younger Dryas (10,800 to 9,500 BC). The Levant hosts more than a hundred kinds of cereals, fruits, nuts, and other edible parts of plants, and the flora of the Levant during the Natufian period was not the dry, barren, and thorny landscape of today, but rather woodland.[9]


In 2008, the 12,400–12,000 cal BC grave of an apparently significant Natufian female was discovered in a ceremonial pit in the Hilazon Tachtit cave in northern Israel.[35] Media reports referred to this person as a "shaman".[36] The burial contained the remains of at least three aurochs and 86 tortoises, all of which are thought to have been brought to the site during a funeral feast. The body was surrounded by tortoise shells, the pelvis of a leopard, forearm of a boar, a wingtip of a golden eagle, and skull of a beech marten.[37][38]



And this considers the play of a checkered floor, a colonial gridding of sorts, of which the irrational play can setup the divide, of which the poor dears are all caught up. Palestine-Israel, Ukraine-Russia, there are some divides, and it all can be planned beforehand, including the people, these communities, who will be caught up among these misfortunate events of war. Communal lands. Considering Volga Germans among the between. The communities tied together among the divide. Ukrainians loving  Russians. Russians looving Ukrainians. Palestinians loving Israelies. Israelies loving Palestinians. Family ties, complexities of layering, despite the presentations of, TONIGHT, LIVE FROM THE TELEVISION SCREEN, you are to be informed, self-realized, following in such a mind fucked way. The israelies are at odds with the palestinians. The palestinians at odds with the israelies. The Ukrainians at odds with Russians, and Russians at odds with the Ukrainians. Nothing in-between, just a divide and these poor dears all caught up, shhh, that is to remain among the silence underlying this informative presentation just for you, of seeing is believing therefore the air we breathe does not exist, of understanding the logic among this illogical construct. This just in. Live. 

Ancient strife among indications...like sickles as a symbol...ancient tortoise shells...someone of a particular nature noted of early on, among officious avenues, school halls, test scores, designations, naughty or nice, lover tits or hit list, even among their childhood. This one who pairs well with ruby slippers, always to be on the run...in-need of being caught up among the divide, among the needed intelligence gunning for that dvelopment of her controversy that massages the misfortunes all the way to outright violence, she's on the run, she can't seem to find home, oh what a shame, grab the candles for the vigil and the camera for the earth angel photo-op...we try to understand and do all to love unconditionally as we gun for our poor dear, again and again.... That shit. In the US, it's the KKK-Uncle Tom hit, as they struggle among the divide, and the creatives, the intellectuals, the one inclined toward a calico cat of love, a source of concern, as the one spinning the intelligence struggles to close this divide that is so useful, but shhh, we are striving to be together, strategically, in the mirror, as the perpetuation of always struggling finds that needed way to gun for her ass. Oh no, she's caught up in the divide. I see blood. Why does this always keep happening? Tonight, on after the fact American news, we are here to provide the facts for our viewers who are totally empathetic. No apathy whatsoever, just look at them. Observing. Saying all the right things that seem like they actually give a damn. Tonight, a new story, a bleeds it leads event. The misfortunate events are in. Our earth angels tonight are holding a vigil, being good in the mirror, as we strive to understand in such a way that we will always have something live action just for you, each and everyday.  To be civil in this way.  All looks peaceful. All looks loving. Marilyn Monroe's magic mirror can make a saint out of any sinner. Just say the right thing. Play the part. Join in on the chorus of gossip. Guide her to hell, and when the cameras are on, be heaven. SMILE. 

...matriarchies among patriarchies, patriarchies among matriarchies, and the easy/safe targets all caught-up in-between.  Their blood, their destruction...the white light of angelic nothing, juxtaposing the other's designation...this is all so misfortunate...in the meantime, cash in, cash out

And let us not forget kiddos, the power of protest, in that strategic way that reinforces the needed divide. Nothing in-between, just the sound bytes on camera, the activity in the mirror, as everyone struggles to address these oh so useful divisions. Pick your side and gun baby...strive ho. Sport that peace sign. Strive for a better tomorrow, anti-war lover tits in the mirror, and as for how it is all being used...you all care so much and in that strategic way. Love that earth angel shirt. You are the protector, always smiling, always in the right frame...ready to assess what needs to be assessed. Fleeced with galas and you found your home among the house of spiritualizing sparkle tittery that empowers the earth angel act...all of which can be used. To be so good, tacit divisions, to be that polish on the pucker, to angle on that literal divide as well, in the name of humanitarian endeavor of course, and yet, where does that leave everyone else? Poor dears seem to be all caught up. The in-between, these matters of process, omitted, as the officiated informant provides the needed information. Ruby Slippers falling out of the blue of sky...Where was I? Great world.