A poetic and speculative non-fiction book exploring forgotten civilisations, deep memory, and the silence beneath history.
What if the first civilisation didn’t leave monuments — it left memory?
Ghosts of Deep Time is a poetic and provocative journey into the forgotten space between 2 and 0.5 million years ago — long before written history, long before Atlantis, and possibly long before us.
Blending archaeology, mythology, genetics, and human intuition, this book explores the idea that an intelligent race of hominins may have once walked the Earth. A people who lived in harmony with the land, passed stories through silence, and chose to disappear without a trace.
No bones. No ruins. Only:
Unexplained tools
Ancient DNA with no known match
Burial rituals before burial was invented
Stories of giants, sky-beings, and teachers repeated across cultures
This is not a theory of aliens or lost technology.
It’s something quieter — a call to re-examine myth, silence, and our own inheritance.
If we were not the first... what else have we forgotten?
Not a history book. A memory you didn’t know you were carrying.
Ghosts of Deep Time delves into the mysteries of human prehistory, exploring areas where evidence remains elusive. It sparks fascinating possibilities and theories that challenge conventional thinking and encourage. A must-read for anyone intrigued by the untold chapters of our ancient past.
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Exploring Lost Civilisations Before History
Ghosts of Deep Time invites you to imagine a lost civilisation — one that may have walked the Earth between 2 million and 500,000 years ago — and asks what traces might still live in our bodies, stories, and dreams.
This is not a theory. It’s a meditation. A question. A ghost-story rooted in geology, myth, and evolutionary memory. The kind of story that doesn’t rewrite history — but quietly reframes how we remember it.
I didn’t plan to write this book — it arrived like a half-remembered story. Ghosts of Deep Time began with a question that wouldn’t leave me: What if there was a civilisation before everything we’ve ever called civilisation?
I wasn’t looking to rewrite history. But I was drawn to the idea that something might have happened — between 2 million and 500,000 years ago — something we’ve forgotten not because it didn’t happen, but because we no longer know how to remember it.
The traces wouldn’t be monuments. They’d be quieter: a curve in a stone, a shape in a story, a dream that keeps returning.
I wrote this book to follow those traces — not to a theory, but to a feeling. Something older than facts. Something still alive beneath us. Maybe you’ve felt it too.
We tell ourselves that history began with writing — with tablets and temples and kings. But what if that’s not where the real story starts?
Long before the Sumerians and the pyramids, before we etched meaning into stone, there were beings who stood and watched the sky. Hominids. Humans, almost. Or maybe just human enough to remember.
The bones remain — but what about their memory? What did they believe, pass down, bury, whisper into stone?
Modern archaeology gives us fragments. But myth gives us echoes. Dreams give us clues. Across the world, stories of a time before time linger — of a flood, of giants, of a world lost not to war, but to forgetting.
Could there have been a civilisation before history? Not a high-tech Atlantis — but something older, stranger. A culture of silence. A civilisation of meaning, not machines.
Ghosts of Deep Time doesn’t try to prove this. It invites you to imagine it. To remember what you never knew. To feel the weight of the unrecorded.
Deep time is not just old time. It’s a silence so long it becomes something else.
It stretches across millions of years, where memory has no page, and history has no pen. But maybe, just maybe, something remembers.
Not in words. Not in facts. But in the curve of a river. The shape of a tool. The pulse of a myth.
Deep time might hold the memory of hands that shaped without leaving mark. Voices that spoke only in ritual. Cultures that vanished not by catastrophe — but by becoming the earth again.
Evolution teaches us survival. But stories — even unspoken ones — may survive too. We inherit them in feelings, in intuitions, in the way some dreams feel older than bone.
Ghosts of Deep Time is not about finding proof. It’s about following feeling. Listening backward. And maybe… remembering something the world has buried for us.
Some books try to rewrite history. Others just invite you to remember what it forgot.
If you’ve read Graham Hancock or watched Ancient Apocalypse, you’ve probably felt it — that pull toward a deeper story. A missing chapter beneath the ruins. A whisper that says: Something happened here.
But Ghosts of Deep Time isn’t here to argue. It doesn’t fight over timelines. It doesn’t need evidence.
It asks a different kind of question: What if there was a civilisation before ours — not built of stone, but of story?
This is a book for those who feel echoes in the landscape. For those who’ve wondered about the space between fossils and myth. For those who don’t need proof to feel something is missing.
If you’re looking for books like Graham Hancock, but with poetry instead of proof — this might be the one you didn’t know you needed.
What inspired you to write Ghosts of Deep Time?
I kept seeing traces that didn’t fit. Stories that lingered longer than they should. Shapes that returned in dreams, myths, and geology. It felt like something was whispering just beneath history.
Why is Ghosts of Deep Time written in a poetic style?
Because this isn’t a story that can be told in facts alone. The language had to feel like memory, not just narrative.
Why is each section so short?
Vignettes are the closest I could get to how these ideas arrived — like flashes, not lectures. They don’t explain. They invite.
Why should anyone take this seriously?
Because it’s okay to follow a feeling. Because imagination and science both seek the same thing: a deeper truth hiding just out of reach.
How structured is this book?
It’s a spiral. There’s a loose flow from myth to memory to meaning — but you can enter at any point and still feel the shape.
Are these just metaphors?
Not exactly. Metaphor is a tool, but the aim is to stir something older. Some readers feel a pulse behind the words. That’s not metaphor — that’s recognition.
Is this inspired by real archaeological finds?
Yes — and by what isn’t found. The silences. The gaps. The bones that don’t quite fit the story we tell.
How do you separate imagination from speculation?
I don’t. This book is an offering, not a claim. It blends myth and possibility. It’s about what we’re allowed to feel — not what we’re told to believe.
What kind of reader is this book for?
If you’ve ever stared at a landscape and felt something stir — this is for you. If you’ve ever felt history was missing something — this is for you. If you’re more interested in wonder than proof — this is for you.
Is there any evidence for a pre-human civilisation?
There are clues. Anomalies. Things that don’t add up. But this book doesn’t present a theory. It offers a way to feel the question.
Isn’t this just another Atlantis story?
No. Atlantis is a myth of a lost city. This is a feeling of a lost presence — something older, quieter, and not bound to tech or temples.
What’s the next step after reading this?
Pause. Sit. Listen. Let what resonated stay with you. This book isn’t finished when you close it — it begins there.
Is there a sequel?
Ghosts Of Deep Time is part of the Ghosts Trilogy — a follow-up that listens for the ghosts of the present moment and of future memory.
Can I support your work?
Yes. Share the book. Leave a review. Or just tell someone who needs to feel it. Every whisper spreads the signal.
How was this book written?
In fragments. In quiet moments. In the margins of other work. It arrived slowly — like memory returning.
Is this self-published?
Yes. And proudly so. This book wasn’t meant to fit in a box. It needed freedom to breathe.
Can I reach out to the author?
Yes. Email me at pedro@ghostsofdeeptime.com or via social media. I read everything. Replies might be slow, but they’re real.
“Who writes a review of their own book?” — apparently, I do.
Look, I get it. It’s a bit like clapping for yourself at the end of a solo performance. But after spending way too long whispering to imaginary prehistoric civilisations and agonising over whether “echo” or “resonance” sounded more poetic… I figured I’ve earned at least one gold star. (Okay, five.)
Ghosts of Deep Time isn’t trying to prove anything. It’s weird. It’s wandering. It asks more questions than it answers.
And honestly? I still don’t know exactly what I wrote.
But if you’ve ever stared at a rock and thought, “Maybe this remembers something,” then this book might just be your jam.
If not, at least the cats in my house were spiritually moved by page 42. Or maybe just hungry. Hard to say.
Pedro Malha (shameless, amused, probably still editing in his head)
The river flowed with memory and bone.
This fragment came from imagining rivers not as water alone, but as history — carriers of bone, myth, and movement. There are things in our lineage that we’ve followed upstream without knowing. What do we inherit when we trace these hidden tributaries backward?
What bones have you followed upstream?
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