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"BY WRITING THE 26 LETTERS OF THE ALPHABET IN A CERTAIN ORDER ONE MAY PUT DOWN ALMOST ANY MESSAGE"
A HISTORY OF GOD Karen Armstrong The God of the Mystics Page 250 "(The Book of Creation). There is no attempt to describe the creative process realistically; the account is unashamedly symbolic and shows God creating the world by means of language as though he were writing a book. But language has been entirely transformed and the message of creation is no longer clear. Each letter of the Hebrew alphabet is given a numerical value; by combining the letters with the sacred numbers, rearranging them in endless configurations, the mystic weaned his mind away from the normal connotations of words."
THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE TRANSMUTED INTO NUMBER IS ONE OF THE MAIN CONDUITS THROUGH WHICH APPEAR CLEARER UNDERSTANDING OF THOSE REFRACTED PATTERNS AND SENSIBILITIES APPARENTLY RANDOM DESCRIBING ENERGIES WHICH INTERMINGLED WITHIN THE GREAT HERE AND NOW ARE CONSIDERED THE CREATIVE LIVING EXPERIENCE
THE LIGHT IS RISING NOW RISING IS THE LIGHT
CITY OF REVELATION John Michell 1972 "The great alchemists, whose ultimate aspiration was to procure the birth of a divinity among men found it necessary first to invoke within themselves the spirit they wished to share with others. In the same tradition Plato wrote that the man who aquires the art of stereometry, the likening of unlike things which is function of the canon, sanctifies not only himself but also the city and the age in which he lives. The thought behind these various expressions was that the state of a society is determined by the individuals who comprise it; that the cosmic influences are manifest on earth through the medium of the human mind, and this is the instrument by which they may be controlled and held in balance. For the instument to be effective, it requires that the individual become aware of the current influences to which he is subject, and to this end the canon was devised; for by analogy with the dynamics of geometrical and numerological relationships, the world of phenomena is revealed as the product of archetyple forces, whose behaviour in any circumstances is predicatable once the nature is understood." "the art of stereometry, the likening of unlike things"
THE ART OF STEREOMETRY THE LIKENING OF UNLIKE THINGS
THE ART OF STEREOMETRY
THE LIKENING OF UNLIKE THINGS
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DOES GOD PLAY DICE THE NEW MATHEMATICS OF CHAOS Ian Stewart 1989 Page 1 PROLOGUE CLOCKWORK OR CHAOS? "YOU BELIEVE IN A GOD WHO PLAYS DICE, AND I IN COMPLETE LAW AND ORDER." Albert Einstein, Letter to Max Born
THE LIGHT IS RISING NOW RISING IS THE LIGHT
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent In Lent, many Christians commit to fasting, as well as "giving up" certain luxuries in order to "replicate the sacrifice of Jesus Christ’s journey into the desert for 40 days."[7] Many Christians also add a Lenten spiritual discipline, such as reading a daily devotional or praying through a Lenten calendar, to draw themselves near to God.[8][9] The Stations of the Cross, a devotional commemoration of Christ's carrying the Cross and of his execution, are often observed. Many Roman Catholic and some Protestant churches remove flowers from their altars, while crucifixes, religious statues, and other elaborate religious symbols are often veiled in violet fabrics in solemn observance of the event. Throughout Christendom, some adherents mark the season with the traditional abstention from the consumption of meat, most notably among Roman Catholics.[10] Lent is traditionally described as lasting for forty days, in commemoration of the forty days Jesus spent fasting in the desert, according to the Gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke, before beginning his public ministry, during which he endured temptation by Satan.[11][12]
HOLY BIBLE King James Version (KJV) John 3:16-17 16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. 17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
AMEN From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia This article is about the Hebrew word; for other meanings see Amen (disambiguation). The word Amen (Tiberian Hebrew (Sign omitted) Amen "So be it truly", Standard Hebrew (Sign omitted) Amen, Arabic (Sign omitted) Amin, Ge'ez' Amen) is a declaration of affirmation found in the Hebrew Bible, the New Testament, and in the Qur'an. It has always been in use within Judaism and Islam. It has been generally adopted in Christian worship as a concluding formula for prayers and hymns. In Islam, it is the standard ending to suras. Common English translations of the word amen include: "Verily", "Truly", "So be it", and "Let it be".
BIBLE USEAGE Three distinct Biblical usages may be noted 1. Initial Amen, referring back to words of another speaker, e.g. 1 Kings 1: 36; Revelation 22;20 2 Detached Amen, the complementary sentence being suppressed, e.g. Neh. v.13; Revelation v. 14 (of Corinthians xiv. 16) 3. Final Amen, with no change of speaker, as in the subscription to the first three divisions of the psalter and in the frequent doxologies of the New testament Epistles The word 'amen' is the value 99 in Greek numerals and appears in the Bible (Old and New testament) 99 times.
AMEN NAME MEAN MANE
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 1564 - 1616
The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark HAMLET
Hamlet Act Five, Part Two ― William Shakespeare, Hamlet “If it be now, ‘tis not to come – if it be not to come, it will be now – if it be not now, yet it will come – the readiness is all.’
“If it be now, ‘tis not to come – if it be not to come, it will be now – if it be not now, yet it will come – the readiness is all.’
“If it be now, ‘tis not to come – if it be not to come, it will be now – if it be not now, yet it will come – the readiness is all.’
JOHANN WOLFGANG GOETHE 28 AUGUST 1749 - 22 MARCH 1832
THOMAS PAINE (1737 - 1809)
Thomas Paine - Wikipedia Thomas Paine was an English-American political activist, philosopher, political theorist, and revolutionary. One of the Founding Fathers of the United States, ... Thomas Paine (Pain) (1737 - 1809) "We have it in our power to begin the world anew," he wrote. .... there is the compelling, even thrilling, sense that we can build the world anew. ... www.freedomforum.org/templates/document.asp?documentID
In On Revolution, philosopher Hannah Arendt described the two prerequisites for generating revolutions: the sudden experience of being free and the sense of creating something new. Both are familiar to anyone who has spent much time on the Internet or World Wide Web, or has participated in sites like this one. The institutions of the outside world — journalism, politics, education, commerce — were threatened by the cyberworld from the start. Perhaps justly fearing displacement, for years now, they've presented the digital culture in terms of its worst potential dangers: perversion, addiction, isolation, theft. They're only lately beginning to grasp what is, for them, the true menace. Cyberspace has never just been about technology or machinery. It also is an intensely political realm, an entity all its own. The early hackers were the first guerrillas of the Digital Age, battling (sometimes unconsciously) to spread ideas freely. They would have been stunned to learn how much in common they had with their forebears, the information guerrillas who sparked the American Revolution. The battle cries from 200 years ago are eerily relevant to ours. Thomas Paine, the forgotten father of the American press, dreamed of a vast, diverse, passionate, global means of transmitting ideas and opening minds. "We have it in our power to begin the world anew," he wrote. Through media, he believed, "we see with other eyes; we hear with other ears; and think with other thoughts, than those we formerly used." Paine, the radical, and Thomas Jefferson, the idealist, bombarded one another with letters in which both dreamed of a new information culture, one so much like the Internet it sends a shiver down the spine. In a letter to Paine just after the revolution, Jefferson wrote of this desire: "That ideas should spread freely from one to another over the globe, for the moral and mutual instruction of man, and improvement of his condition, seems to have been peculiarly and benevolently designed by nature, when she made them, like fire, expansible all over space, without lessening their density at any point."
"We have it in our power to begin the world anew"
Thomas Paine, the forgotten father of the American press, dreamed of a vast, diverse, passionate, global means of transmitting ideas and opening minds. "We have it in our power to begin the world anew," he wrote. Through media, he believed, "we see with other eyes; we hear with other ears; and think with other thoughts, than those we formerly used."
Letter to the Abbe Raynal. V. Thomas Paine. 1906. The Writings of ... www.bartleby.com › Nonfiction › Thomas Paine › The Writings of Thomas Paine We are now really another people, and cannot again go back to ignorance and prejudice. The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.
SURE I DREAM AS THE HAMMER STRIKES THE ANVIL AND I DREAM AS THE SPARKS FALL ON THE FLOOR
Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe : Witches' Kitchen The he-ape, with the young ones, sits near and warms himself. Ceiling and walls ... There is, to make thee young, a simpler mode and apter; But in another .... So sit I, like the King upon his throne: I hold the .... See, thus it's done! Make ten of ... Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (To the Animals) But tell me now, ye cursed puppets, The Animals We’re cooking watery soup for beggars. Mephistopheles Then a great public you can show. The He–Ape (comes up and fawns on Mephistopheles) O cast thou the dice! Mephistopheles How would the ape be sure his luck enhances. (In the meantime the young apes have been playing with a large ball, which they now roll forward.) The He–Ape The world’s the ball: I live at present! (He persuades Faust to step into the circle.) The Witch (begins to declaim, with much emphasis, from the book) See, thus it’s done! (The witch’s tricks) Make seven and eight,
Knock Three Times Hey girl, what ya doin' down there? I can hear your music playin' Oh, my darling, knock three times Oh, my sweetness If you look out your window tonight Read how many times I saw you Oh, my darling, knock three times Oh, my sweetness Oh, I can hear the music playin' Oh, my darling, knock three times Oh, my sweetness
Daily Mail, Thursday December 17, 2015 ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS Compiled by Charles Legge Page 64 QUESTION When we were kids, we used to knock on people's doors and run and hide. We called this Knock Down Ginger. Why? AT LEAST 100 terms have been collected for this activity though the variants are sometimes slight; in Coventry they played Rat-tat-tat, in Solihull Rat-a-tat-tat.
Meter reading Wakefield August 2016 Knock Knock We popped back to read your meter today but unfortunately you weren't home.
ZERO = 1 ONE = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN 1 ONE = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO 3 THREE = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR 5 FIVE = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN 8 EIGHT = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR 9 NINE = 6 SIX = 7 SEVEN = 2 TWO = 4 FOUR = 6 SIX
THE FAR YONDER SCRIBE AND OFT TIMES SHADOWED SUBSTANCES WATCHED IN FINE AMAZE THE ZED ALIZ ZED IN SWIFT REPEAT SCATTER STAR DUST AMONGST THE LETTERS OF THEIR PROGRESS AT THE THROW OF THE NINTH ARM WHEN IN CONJUNCTION SET THE FAR YONDER SCRIBE MADE RECORD OF THE FALL
NUMBER 9 THE SEARCH FOR THE SIGMA CODE Cecil Balmond 1998 Cycles and Patterns Page 165 Patterns The essence of mathematics is to look for patterns.
NUMBER 9 THE SEARCH FOR THE SIGMA CODE Cecil Balmond 1998 Page 32 5
THE BALANCING ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE NINE EIGHT SEVEN SIX
1234 5FIVE5 6789
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
THE LIGHT IS RISING NOW RISING IS THE LIGHT
NUMBER = 534259 = 1 = 534259 NUMBER NUMBER = 234559 NUMBER NUMBER = 534259 = 1 = 534259 NUMBER
NUMBERS = 5342591 = 2 = 5342591 NUMBERS SBUMNER = 1234559 = SBUMNER NUMBERS = 5342591 = 2 = 5342591 NUMBERS
I = 9 9 = I
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
ZERO OUT OF ZERO COMETH ONE 1
The circle is a universal symbol with extensive meaning. It represents the notions of totality, wholeness, original perfection, the Self, the infinite, eternity, timelessness, all cyclic movement, God ('God is a circle whose centre is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere' (Hermes Trismegistus).
ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING I SAY EXACTLY I SAY I SAY I EXACTLY SAY I
I SAY COMMONSENSE LOVE SENSECOMMON LOVE ONE ANOTHER ONE ANOTHER LOVE THEREIN KNOW ANOTHER KNOW ANOTHER THEREIN GODS JOURNEY IS A LONG ONE LONG IS GODS JOURNEY
ALL LIFE IS GODS LIFE GODS LIFE IS ALL LIFE WITHIN WITHOUT WITHIN WITHOUT WITHIN WITHOUT THAT THAT THAT IS UNIVERSAL MIND UNIVERSAL IS
ANCIENT EGYPT - THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD Gerald Massey (1828 - 1907) Book 12 Page 898 "When Horus returns to his father with his work accomplished on earth and in Amenta he greets Osiris in a “discourse to his father”. In forty addresses he enumerates what he has done for the support and assistance of Osiris in the earth of Seb. Each line commences with the formula, “Hail, Osiris, I am thy son Horus. I have come!”
ANCIENT EGYPT - THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD Gerald Massey (1828-1907) Book 12 Page 898 "When Horus returns to his father with his work accomplished on earth and in Amenta he greets Osiris in a “discourse to his father”. In forty addresses he enumerates what he has done for the support and assistance of Osiris in the earth of Seb. Each line commences with the formula, “Hail, Osiris, I am thy son Horus. I have come!”
ANCIENT EGYPT - THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD Gerald Massey 2007 Edition Book 12 Page 898 "When Horus returns to his father with his work accomplished on earth and in Amenta he greets Osiris in a “discourse to his father”. In forty addresses he enumerates what he has done for the support and assistance of Osiris in the earth of Seb. Each line commences with the formula, “Hail, Osiris, I am thy son Horus. I have come!”
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2001: A Space Odyssey (film) - Wikipedia wikipedia.org/wiki/2001:_A_Space_Odyssey_(film) 2001: A Space Odyssey is a 1968 epic science-fiction film produced and directed by Stanley Kubrick. The screenplay was written by Kubrick and Arthur C. 2001: A Space Odyssey is a 1968 epic science-fiction film produced and directed by Stanley Kubrick. The screenplay was written by Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke, partially inspired by Clarke's short story "The Sentinel". Clarke concurrently wrote the novel 2001: A Space Odyssey, published soon after the film was released. The film follows a voyage to Jupiter with the sentient computer Hal after the discovery of a mysterious black monolith affecting human evolution. It deals with the themes of existentialism, human evolution, technology, artificial intelligence, and extraterrestrial life. It is noted for its scientifically accurate depiction of space flight, pioneering special effects, and ambiguous imagery. It uses sound and minimal dialogue in place of traditional narrative techniques; the soundtrack consists of classical music such as Gayane Ballet Suite, The Blue Danube, and Also sprach Zarathustra. Depiction of alien life[edit]
HARMONIC 288 Bruce Cathie 1977 EIGHT THE MEASURE OF LIGHT Page 80 "THE OBELISK RISING majestically from the sandswept plain has been visible to man for many centuries. Its massive bulk and geometric simplicity of shape have caused wonder and endless speculation to countless generations of wise men throughout history. The meaning, or reason, for such a structure has been lost and those responsible for the building of an edifice such as this must have been in possession of extremely advanced scientific knowledge. Were they an advanced race of this world who destroyed themselves by unwise manipulation of their own scientific achievement? Or, so-called gods? Or, people from other worlds who left amongst us an almost indestructible repository of advanced knowledge in the mathematical complexities of the universe?
OF TIME AND STARS Arthur C. Clarke 1972 The Sentinel Page 193 (Number omitted) The next time you see the full Moon high in the south, look carefully at its right-hand edge and let your eye travel upward along the curve of the disk. Round about two o'clock you will notice a small, dark oval: anyone with normal eyesight can find it quite easily. It is the great walled plain, one of the finest on the Moon, known as the Mare Crisium — the Sea of Crises. Three hundred miles in diameter, and almost completely surrounded by a ring of magnificent mountains, it had never been explored until we entered it in the late summer of 1996. Our expedition was a large one. We had two heavy freighters which had flown our supplies and equipment from the main lunar base in the Mare Serenitatis, five hundred miles away. There were also three small rockets which were intended for short-range transport over regions which our surface vehicles couldn't cross. Luckily, most of the Mare Crisium is very flat. There are none of the great crevasses so common and so dangerous elsewhere, and very few craters or mountains of any size. As far as we could tell, our powerful caterpillar tractors would have no difficulty in taking us wherever we wished to go. I was geologist — or selenologist, if you want to be pedantic — in charge of the group exploring the southern region of the /page194/ Mare. We had crossed a hundred miles of it in a week, skirting the foothills of the mountains along the shore of what was once the ancient sea, some thousand million years before. When life was beginning on Earth, it was already dying here. The waters were retreating down the flanks of those stupendous cliffs, retreating into the empty heart of the Moon. Over the land which we were crossing, the tideless ocean had once been half a mile deep, and now the only trace of moisture was the hoar-frost one could sometimes find in caves which the searing sunlight never penetrated. We had begun our journey early in the slow lunar dawn, and still had almost a week of Earth time before nightfall. Half a dozen times a day we would leave our vehicle and go outside in the space suits to hunt for interesting minerals, or to place markers for the guidance of future travellers. It was an uneventful routine. There is nothing hazardous or even particularly exciting about lunar exploration. We could live comfortably for a month in our pressurized tractors, and if we ran into trouble we could always radio for help and sit tight until one of the spaceships came to our rescue. I said just now that there was nothing exciting about lunar exploration, but of course that isn't true. One could never grow tired of those incredible mountains, so much more rugged than the gentle hills of Earth. We never knew, as we rounded the capes and promontories of that vanished sea, what new splendours would be revealed to us. The whole southern curve of the Mare Crisium is a vast delta where a score of rivers once found their way into the ocean, fed perhaps by the torrential rains that must have lashed the mountains in the brief volcanic age when the Moon was young. Each of these ancient valleys was an invitation, chal-/page195/lenging us to climb into the unknown uplands beyond. But we had a hundred miles still to cover, and could only look longingly at the heights which others must scale. We kept Earth time aboard the tractor, and precisely at 2200 hours the final radio message would be sent out to Base and we would close down for the day. Outside, the rocks would still be burning beneath the almost vertical sun, but to us it was night until we awoke again eight hours later. Then one of us would prepare breakfast, there would be a great buzzing of electric razors, and someone would switch on the short-wave radio from Earth. Indeed, when the smell of frying sausages began to fill the cabin, it was sometimes hard to believe that we were not back on our own world — everything was so normal and homely, apart from the feeling of decreased weight and the unnatural slowness with which objects fell. It was my turn to prepare breakfast in the corner of the main cabin that served as a galley. I can remember that moment quite vividly after all these years, for the radio had just played one of my favourite melodies, the old Welsh air `David of the White Rock'. Our driver was already outside in his space suit, inspecting our caterpillar treads. My assistant, Louis Garnett, was up forward in the control position, making some belated entries in yesterday's log. As I stood by the frying pan waiting, like any terrestrial housewife, for the sausages to brown, I let my gaze wander idly over the mountain walls which covered the whole of the southern horizon, marching out of sight to east and west below the curve of the Moon. They seemed only a mile or two from the tractor, but I knew that the nearest was twenty miles away. On the Moon, of course, there is no loss of detail /page196/ with distance — none of that almost imperceptible haziness which softens and sometimes transfigures all far-off things on Earth. Those mountains were ten thousand feet high, and they climbed steeply out of the plain as if ages ago some subterranean eruption had smashed them skyward through the molten crust. The base of even the nearest was hidden from sight by the steeply curving surface of the plain, for the Moon is a very little world, and from where I was standing the horizon was only two miles away. I lifted my eyes towards the peaks which no man had ever climbed, the peaks which, before the coming of terrestrial life, had watched the retreating oceans sink sullenly into their graves, taking with them the hope and the morning promise of a world. The sunlight was beating against those ramparts with a glare that hurt the eyes, yet only a little way above them the stars were shining steadily in a sky blacker than a winter midnight on Earth. I was turning away when my eye caught a metallic glitter high on the ridge of a great promontory thrusting out into the sea thirty miles to the west. It was a dimensionless point of light, as if a star had been clawed from the sky by one of those cruel peaks, and I imagined that some smooth rock surface was catching the sunlight and heliographing it straight into my eyes. Such things were not uncommon. When the Moon is in her second quarter, observers on Earth can sometimes see the great ranges in the Oceanus Procellarum burning with a blue-white iridescence as the sunlight flashes from their slopes and leaps again from world to world. But I was curious to know what kind of rock could be shining so brightly up there, and I climbed into the obser-/page/197/vation turret and swung our four-inch telescope round to the west. I could see just enough to tantalize me. Clear and sharp in the field of vision, the mountain peaks seemed only half a mile away, but whatever was catching the sunlight was still too small to be resolved. Yet it seemed to have an elusive symmetry, and the summit upon which it rested was curiously flat. I stared for a long time at that glittering enigma, straining my eyes into space, until presently a smell of burning from the galley told me that our breakfast sausages had made their quarter-million-mile journey in vain. All that morning we argued our way across the Mare Crisium while the western mountains reared higher in the sky. Even when we were out prospecting in the space suits, the discussion would continue over the radio. It was absolutely certain, my companions argued, that there had never been any form of intelligent life on the Moon. The only living things that had ever existed there were a few primitive plants and their slightly less degenerate ancestors. I knew that as well as anyone, but there are times when a scientist must not be afraid to make a fool of himself. 'Listen,' I said at last, 'I'm going up there, if only for my own peace of mind. That mountain's less than twelve thousand feet high — that's only two thousand under Earth gravity — and I can make the trip in twenty hours at the outside. I've always wanted to go up into those hills, anyway, and this gives me an excellent excuse. But weren't you rather younger in those days?' asked Louis gently. `That,' I said with great dignity, 'is as good a reason as any for going.' We went to bed early that night, after driving the tractor to within half a mile of the promontory. Garnett was coming with me in the morning; he was a good climber, and had often been with me on such exploits before. Our driver was only too glad to be left in charge of the machine. At first sight, those cliffs seemed completely unscalable, but to anyone with a good head for heights, climbing is easy on a world where all weights are only a sixth of their normal value. The real danger in lunar mountaineering lies in overconfidence; a six-hundred-foot drop on the Moon can kill you just as thoroughly as a hundred-foot fall on Earth. We made our first halt on a wide ledge about four thousand feet above the plain. Climbing had not been very difficult, but my limbs were stiff with the unaccustomed effort, and I was glad of the rest. We could still see the tractor as a tiny metal insect far down at the foot of the cliff, and we reported our progress to the driver before starting on the next ascent. Inside our suits it was comfortably cool, for the refrigeration units were fighting the fierce sun and carrying away the body heat of our exertions. We seldom spoke to each other, except to pass climbing instructions and to discuss our best plan of ascent. I do not know what Garnett was thinking, probably that this was the craziest goose chase he had ever embarked upon. I more than half agreed with /page 198/ him, but the joy of climbing, the knowledge that no man had ever gone this way before and the exhilaration of the steadily widening landscape gave me all the reward I needed. I don't think I was particularly excited when I saw in front of us the wall of rock I had first inspected through the telescope from thirty miles away. It would level off about fifty feet above our heads, and there on the plateau would be the thing that had lured me over these barren wastes. It was almost certainly, nothing more than a boulder splintered ages ago by a falling meteor, and with its cleavage planes still fresh and bright in this incorruptible, unchanging silence. There were no handholds on the rock face, and we had to use a grapnel. My tired arms seemed to gain new strength as I swung the three-pronged metal anchor round my head and sent it sailing up towards the stars. The first time it broke loose and came falling slowly back when we pulled the rope. On the third attempt, the prongs gripped firmly and our combined weights could not shift it. Garnett looked at me anxiously. I could tell that he wanted to go first, but I smiled back at him through the glass of my helmet and shook my head. Slowly, taking my time, I began the final ascent. Even with my space suit, I weighed only forty pounds here, so I pulled myself up hand over hand without bothering to use my feet. At the rim I paused and waved to my companion; then I scrambled over the edge and stood upright, staring ahead of me. You must understand that until this very moment I had been almost completely convinced that there could be nothing strange or unusual for me to find here. Almost, but not quite; it was that haunting doubt that had driven me /page 200/ forward. Well, it was a doubt no longer, but the haunting had scarcely begun. I was standing on a plateau perhaps a hundred feet across. It had once been smooth — too smooth to be natural — but falling meteors had pitted and scored its surface through immeasurable aeons. It had been levelled to support a glittering, roughly pyramidal structure, twice as high as a man, that was set in rock like a gigantic many-faceted jewel. Probably no emotion at all filled my mind in those first few seconds. Then I felt a great lifting of my heart, and a strange, inexpressible joy. For I loved the Moon, and now I knew that the creeping moss of Aristarchus and Eratosthenes was not the only life she had brought forth in her youth. The old, discredited dream of the first explorers was true. There had, after all, been a lunar civilization — and I was the first to find it. That I had come perhaps a hundred million years too late did not distress me; it was enough to have come at all. My mind was beginning to function normally, to analyse and to ask questions. Was this a building, a shrine — or something for which my language had no name? If a building, then why was it erected in so uniquely inaccessible a spot? I wondered if it might be a temple, and I could picture the adepts of some strange priesthood calling on their gods to preserve them as the life of the Moon ebbed with the dying oceans, and calling on their gods in vain. I took a dozen steps forward to examine the thing more closely,but some sense of caution kept me from going too near. I knew a little of archaeology, and tried to guess the cultural level of the civilization that must have smoothed this mountain and raised the glittering mirror surfaces that still dazzled my eyes. page 201 The Egyptians could have done it, I thought, if their workmen had possessed whatever strange materials these far more ancient architects had used. Because of the thing's smallness, it did not occur to me that I might be looking at the handiwork of a race more advanced than my own. The idea that the Moon had possessed intelligence at all was still almost too tremendous to grasp, and my pride would not let me take the final, humiliating plunge. And then I noticed something that set the scalp crawling at the back of my neck — something so trivial and so innocent that many would never have noticed it at all. I have said that the plateau was scarred by meteors; it was also coated inches deep with the cosmic dust that is always filtering down upon the surface of any world where there are no winds to disturb it. Yet the dust and the meteor scratches ended quite abruptly in a wide circle enclosing the little pyramid, as though an invisible wall was protecting it from the ravages of time and the slow but ceaseless bombardment from space. There was someone shouting in my earphones, and I realized that Garnett had been calling me for some time. I walked unsteadily to the edge of the cliff and signalled him to join me, not trusting myself to speak. Then I went back towards that circle in the dust. I picked up a fragment of splintered rock and tossed it gently towards the shining enigma. If the pebble had vanished at that invisible barrier I should not have been surprised, but it seemed to hit a smooth, hemispherical surface and slide gently to the ground. I knew then that I was looking at nothing that could be matched in the antiquity of my own race. This was not a building, but a machine, protecting itself with forces that had challenged Eternity. Those forces, whatever they might be, /page 202 / were still operating, and perhaps I had already come too close. I thought of all the radiations man had trapped and tamed in the past century. For all I knew, I might be as irrevocably doomed as if I had stepped into the deadly, silent aura of an unshielded atomic pile. I remember turning then towards Garnett, who had joined me and was now standing motionless at my side. He seemed quite oblivious to me, so I did not disturb him but walked to the edge of the cliff in an effort to marshal my thoughts. There below me lay the Mare Crisium — Sea of Crises, indeed — strange and weird to most men, but reassuringly familiar to me. I lifted my eyes towards the crescent Earth, lying in her cradle of stars, and I wondered what her clouds had covered when these unknown builders had finished their work. Was it the steaming jungle of the Carboniferous, the bleak shoreline over which the first amphibians must crawl to conquer the land — or, earlier still, the long loneliness before the coming of life? Do not ask me why I did not guess the truth sooner — the truth that seems so obvious now. In the first excitement of my discovery, I had assumed without question that this crystalline apparition had been built by some race belonging to the Moon's remote past, but suddenly, and with overwhelming force, the belief came to me that it was as alien to the Moon as I myself. In twenty years we had found no trace of life but a few degenerate plants. No lunar civilization, whatever its doom, could have left but a single token of its existence. It has taken us twenty years to crack that invisible shield and to reach the machine inside those crystal walls. What we could not understand, we broke at last with the savage might of atomic power and now I have seen the fragments of the lovely, glittering thing I found up there on the mountain. The mystery haunts us all the more now that the other planets have been reached and we know that only Earth has ever been the home of intelligent life in our Universe. Nor could any lost civilization of our own world have built that machine, for the thickness of the meteoric dust on the plateau has enabled us to measure its age. It was set there upon its mountain before life had emerged from the seas of Earth. When our world was half its present age, something from the stars swept through the Solar System, left this token of its passage, and went again upon its way. Until we destroyed it, that machine was still fulfilling the purposes of its builders; and so to that purpose, here is my guess. Nearly a hundred thousand million stars are turning in the circle of the Milky Way, and long ago other races on the worlds of other suns must have scaled and passed the heights that we have reached. Think of such civilizations, far back in time against the fading afterglow of Creation, masters of a /page 204/ Universe so young that life as yet had come only to a handful of worlds. Theirs would have been a loneliness we cannot imagine, the loneliness of gods looking out across infinity and finding none to share their thoughts. They must have searched the star clusters as we have searched the planets. Everywhere there would be worlds, but they would be empty or peopled with crawling, mindless things. Such was our own Earth, the smoke of the great volcanoes still staining the skies, when that first ship of the peoples of the dawn came sliding in from the abyss beyond Pluto. It passed the frozen outer worlds, knowing that life could play no part in their destinies. It came to rest among the inner planets, warming themselves around the fire of the Sun and waiting for their stories to begin. Those wanderers must have looked on Earth, circling safely in the narrow zone between fire and ice, and must have guessed that it was the favourite of the Sun's children. Here, in the distant future, would be intelligence; but there were countless stars before them still, and they might never come this way again. Perhaps you understand now why that crystal pyramid was set upon the Moon instead of on the Earth. Its builders were not concerned with races still struggling up from savagery. They would be interested in our civilization only if we proved our fitness to survive — by crossing space and so escaping from the Earth, our cradle. That is the challenge that all intelligent races must meet, sooner or later. It is a double /page 205/challenge, for it depends in turn upon the conquest of atomic energy and the last choice between life and death. Once we had passed that crisis, it was only a matter of time before we found the pyramid and forced it open. Now its signals have ceased, and those whose duty it is will be turning their minds upon Earth. Perhaps they wish to help our infant civilization. But they must be very, very old, and the old are often insanely jealous of the young. I can never look now at the Milky Way without wondering from which of those banked clouds of stars the emissaries are coming. If you will pardon so commonplace a simile, we have set off the fire alarm and have nothing to do but to wait. I do not think we will have to wait for long.
NARMER N RAM E R NARMER
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When I Consider How My Light is Spent - Wikipedia www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/when-i-consider-how-my-light-spent The sonnet was first published in Milton's 1673 Poems. In his autograph notebook (known as the "Trinity Manuscript" from its location in the Wren Library of Trinity College, Cambridge), Milton gave the sonnet the number 19, but in the published book it was numbered 16 (see Kelley, 1956;[1] Revard, 2009,[2] p. 569), so both numbers are in use for it. It is popularly given the title On His Blindness, but there is no evidence that Milton used this title; it was assigned a century later by Thomas Newton in his 1761 edition of Milton's poetry,[3] as was commonly done at the time by editors of posthumous collections (Ferry, 1996, p. 18[4]).
WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT
THEY ALSO SERVE WHO ONLY STAND AND WAIT
THE HOLY BIBLE SAINT JOHN Scofield References Page 1117 C 3 V 3 JESUS ANSWERED AND SAID UNTO HIM VERILY VERILY I SAY UNTO YOU UNLESS A MAN BE BORN AGAIN HE CANNOT SEE THE KINGDOM OF GOD 6 THAT WHICH IS BORN OF THE FLESH IS FLESH AND THAT WHICH IS BORN OF THE SPIRIT IS SPIRIT 7 MARVEL NOT THAT I SAID UNTO THEE YE MUST BE BORN AGAIN 8 THE WIND BLOWETH WHERE IT LISTETH AND THOU HEAREST THE SOUNDS THEREOF BUT CANST NOT TELL WHENCE IT COMETH AND WHITHER IT GOETH SO IS EVERYONE BORN OF THE SPIRIT
GOD ONE GOD AND ONE CHOSEN RACE THE HUMAN RACE
HOLY BIBLE Scofield References C 1 V 16 THE ACTS OF THE APOSTLESPage 1148 (Part quoted) "MEN AND BRETHREN THIS SCRIPTURE MUST NEEDS HAVE BEEN FULFILLED WHICH THE HOLY GHOST BY THE MOUTH OF DAVID SPAKE"
THE PROPHET Kahil Gibran Page 82/83/84/85/86 "If these be vague words, then seek not to clear them. Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end, And I would have you remember me as a beginning. Life, and all that lives, is conceived in the mist and not in the crystal. And who knows but a crystal is mist in decay This would I have you remember in remembering me: That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones? And is it not a dream which none of you remember having dreamt, that builded your city and fashioned all there is in it? Could you but see the tides of that breath you would cease to see all else, And if you could hear the whispering of the dream you would hear no other sound. The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it, And the clay that fills your ears shall be pierced by those fingers that kneaded it. And you shall see And you shall hear. Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things, And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light. After saying these things he looked about him, and he saw the pilot of his ship standing by the helm and gazing now at the full sails and now at the distance. And he said: Patient, over patient, is the captain of my ship. The wind blows, and restless are the sails; Even the rudder begs direction; Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence. And these my mariners, who have heard the choir of the greater sea, they too have heard me patiently. Now they shall wait no longer. I am ready The stream has reached the sea, and once more THE GREAT MOTHER holds her son against her breast. Fare you well, people of Orphalese. This day has ended. It is closing upon us even as the water-lily upon its own tomorrow. What was given us here we shall keep, And if it suffices not, then again must we come together and together stretch our hands unto the giver. Forget not that I shall come back to you. A little while, and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body. A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream. You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part. If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. and if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky. So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings, and they moved eastward. And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose into the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting. Only Almitra was silent, gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist. And when all the people were dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying: A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.'
THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN Thomas Mann 1875-1955 Page 466 "Had not the normal, since time was, lived on the achievements of the abnormal? Men consciously and voluntarily descended into disease and madness, in search of knowledge which, acquired by fanaticism, would lead back to health; after the possession and use of it had ceased to be conditioned by that heroic and abnormal act of sacrifice. That was the true death on the cross, the true Atonement.
WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR A BOOK THAT CHANGES LIVES Dan Millman 1980 Page 44 "...do you recall that I told you we must work on changing your mind before you can see the warrior's way? / Page 45 / "Yes, but I really don't think. . ."
THE WASTE LAND and other poems T. S. Elliot 1940 Page 13 The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock "I AM LAZARUS, COME FROM THE DEAD, COME BACK TO TELL YOU ALL I SHALL TELL YOU ALL"
THE LURE AND ROMANCE OF ALCHEMY. A history of the secret link between magic and science 1990 Page# 31 / 32 note 1 Julius Ruska ,Tabula Smaragdini 1926 "THE EMERALD TABLE OF HERMES: " "True it is, without falsehood certain most true.That which is
Freiheit - Keeping The Dream Alive lyrics. From the Original Motion Picture ... In my fantasy I remember their faces The hopes we had were much too high ... www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/f/freiheit/keeping_the_dream_alive.html
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THE HOPES WE HAD WE'RE MUCH TWO HIGH WAY OUT OF REACH BUT WE HAVE TO TRY NO NEED TO HIDE NO NEED TO RUN 'CAUSE ALL THE ANSWERS COME ONE BY ONE THE GAME WILL NEVER BE OVER BECAUSE WE 'RE KEEPING THE DREAM ALIVE
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