The ancient mystery that keeps Mojacar majestic!

I HAVE a friend that for years has been trying to clarify why living in Mojacar is so enchanting. As if a magic wand has been waived over it and all the people living here have been blessed.

If you were well read concerning the very darkest past before any history was written, you would gleefully discover that major civilisations that influenced the rest of Europe all happened within just minutes drive from here.  

Man reputedly crept into the Iberian peninsula about 1.2 million years ago. In nearby Orce (near the cave community of Galera, Granada, driving to Huescar on Almeria’s most northern borders) they claim to have unearthed the jaw bone of a man from 700,000 years ago. Archeologists from University of Barcelona continue with their excavations. 

The second most important migrants to the area were the ‘beaker people’ famed for their pottery much resembling bell shaped cups flipped over. Yes, beer producers much influenced by travellers from Greece and possibly Cyprus. The year was 2150 BC and they created one of their largest settlements just outside of Almeria capital, Los Millares. It can be viewed today.

Closer to home is the Argar culture with defined settlements in nearby Antas, Cuevas and Murcia. This original bronze age culture thrived and formed further extensions near Sevilla, Galicia and the estuary of Portugal in 1850BC. They were good metal workers and famed for their fine work with gold and silver. A dagger carved a monolith in Stonehenge led the Hispanophile Gerald Brennan (author of ‘South from Granada’ insists the builders of that great monument came from Almeria). 

Now, does that make you English feel better about living here?

These are all major contributors from Mojacar’s rarely discussed unrecorded past; ghost cultures that led the way in the evolutionary process. 

Oddly, none of this was known whatsoever if it hadn’t been for a Belgian engineer sent to run the silver mines between Villaricos and Cuevas del Almanzora. 

All the digging brought up new and unusual finds that so excited Luis Siret that he made it his whole time passion in sorting out these mysterious, but cultured ancestors. The villa where he worked has now been cleared of squatters and can be viewed in Los Herrerias, west from Villaricos. The entire bottom floor of Madrid’s archeological museum concerns all of Mojacar’s neighborly civilisations. We have amongst us constantly the vortex of past greatness yearning to thrive again.

Now, if that’s not enough, I am also told by more erudite spiritualists that many major lay lines also flow through our area.