TheFingerprints
Of The Gods
Graham Hancock
Page
273
"The
precessional numbers highlighted by Sellers in the Osiris
myth are 360,
72,
30
and 12."
"These he joined to the
360 days of which the year then consisted
(emphasis
added)."
"Elsewhere the myth informs us that the
360
- day year consists of "12
months of 30 days each".
Note 6
And in general,as Sellers observes ,
"phrases
are used which prompt simple mental calculations and
an
attention
to numbers ".
note 7
"Elsewhere the myth informs us that the
360-day
year consists of '12
months of 30
days each'.
Thus far we have been provided with three of Seller's
precessional: 360,
12
and 30. The
fourth number,which occurs later in the text, is by far the
most important. As we saw in Chapter
Nine,
the evil deity known as Set
led a group of conspirators in a plot to kill
Osiris. The
number of these conspirators was
72."
The
Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night
Translated By Mardrus and Mathers
10001 1000
-
1 = 999
At this point the ZedAlizZed, laughing cried, "tha's
gorra laugh scribe" the very far yonder scribe getting
the point didn't.
And the Zed AlizZed died a death.
According
To The Evidence
Erich Von Daniken
Page
28
In
1960, Hans Freudenthal, a mathematician at the Uni-versity
of Utrecht, Holland, presented a mathematical lan- guage
worked out to the last detail. (4) It is transmitted on
radio impulses, but unlike many previous brainwaves coud not
possibly be
misunderstood by any technically informed living being
Freudenthal's starting point is
quite simple. Whatever the aliens may look like as highly
advanced intelligences they will be able to build
radio-telescopes, because they, like ourselves, want
interstellar communication. Anyone who has know-ledge
necessary to build a radio-telescope, will be familiar with
electronics and that is not conceivable without a mastery of
the rules and formulae of mathematics. In other words
mathematics is the multiplication table of an intercosmic
language.
We use the decimal system. It is not
unreasonable to assume that our ten fingers supplied a
natural calculating machine
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machine
for it. We imported this system about 600 B.C. from India
where it had developed from the Brahman method of writing
numerals. Egyptian hieroglyphs stood for 1, 10, 100, 1000
etc."
"...So we can guarantee that the binary system is
practicable. It works with the basic figure 2. The advantage
of the binary system is that every number can be formed from
the product of the numbers 0 and 1:
1
10
11
100
101
110
111
1000
1001
1010
1011
1100
1101
1110
1111
10000
10001
and so on.
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one
for
two
for
three
for four
for five
for six
for seven
for eight
for
nine
for ten
for eleven
for twelve
for thirteen
for fourteen
for fifteen
for sixteen
for seventeen
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1111101011111
1111011101111
1111101011111
1111110111111
1111110111111
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1110000000111
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1111000001111
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1110011100111
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The binary system became the language for all
computers, which can claim to be faultless because there are
never more than two possibilities: 1 or 0, good or not good,
right or not right, yes or no."
The
Stone of the Plough
The Search For The Secret of Giza
Ann Walker 1997
Page
250
'1.
4 . 94 written between 3.50 pm and 4.40 pm'
" A number of ONE HUNDRED and ONE and that symbolises
the
character that plays the CREED, the COLOUR,and all
pointing
to the WHITE ARROW,and if we decrease the
First
Word and the Last Word so that it comes to
NINETY
NINE,
and this is a number that can easily be divided by
THREE,
and that is the Pyramid form, and the Triads of the
Ancient:
PTAH, SEKHEM and NEFERTUM
ISIS,
OSIRIS, HORUS
AMUN,
UTKHUNS
The FATHER and SON and HOLY GHOST
Translated into English by Abbel Hakim Awayan "
Figure
26.5 '
The 99 titles of
God'
"
Of
Time And Stars
Arthur C. Clarke,1972
Page
15
The
Nine Billion names of God
'This
is a slightly unusual request,'said Dr Wagner, with what he
hoped was commendable restraints.' As far as I know, it's
the first time anyone's been asked to supply a Tibetan
monastery with an Automatic Sequence Computer. I don't wish
to be inquisitive, but I should hardly have thought that
your -
ah
establishment
had much use for such a ma-chine.Could you explain just what
you intend to do with it?'
'Gladly,' replied the
lama, readjusting his silk robes and carefully putting away
the slide rule he had been using for currency conversions.
'Your Mark V Computer can carry out any routine mathematical
operation involving up to ten digits. However, for our work
we are interested in letters, not numbers. As we wish you to
modify the output circuits,the machine will be printing
words not columns of figures.'
'I dont quite
understand...' This is a project on which we have been
working for the last three centuries
-
since
the lamasery was founded, in fact. It is somewhat alien to
your way of thought, so I hope you will listen with an open
mind while I explain it
'Naturally.'
'It is really quite
simple.We have been compiling a list which shall contain all
the possible names of God'
'I beg your pardon?'
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'We
have reason to believe' continued the lama imper-turbably, '
that all such names can be written with not more than
nine
letters
in an alphabet we have devised,'
'And you have been
doing this for three
centuries?
'Yes: we expected it
would take us about fifteen
thousand years to complete the task.'
'Oh, Dr Wagner looked a
little dazed. 'Now I see why you wanted to hire one of our
machines. But what exactly is the purpose of this
project ?
'The lama hesitated for
a fraction of a second, and Wagner wondered if he had
offended him. If so there was no trace of annoyance in the
reply.
'Call it ritual, if you
like, but it's a fundamental part of our belief. All the
many names of the Supreme Being
-
God ,
Jehova
,
Allah
,
and so on - they are only man made labels. There is a
philosophical problem of some difficulty here, which I do
not propose to discuss, but somewhere among all the
possible combinations of letters that can occur are what
one may cal the real names of God. By systematic
per-mutation of letters, we have been trying to list them
all'
'I see. You've been
starting at AAAAAAA...
and work-ing up to ZZZZZZZZ
...'
'Exactly
-
though
we use a special alphabet of our own. Modifying the
electromatic typewriters to deal with
this is of course trivial. A rather more interesting problem
is that of devising suitable circuits to eliminate
ridiculous com-binations. For example, no letter must occur
more than three
times in sucession.'
'Three?
Surely you mean two.'
'Three
is correct; I am afraid it would take too long to explain
why , even if you understood our language.'
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'I'm
sure it would,' said Wagner hastily. 'Go on.'
'Luckily,
it will be a simple matter to adapt your Automatic Sequence
Computer for this work, since once it has been programmed
properly it will permute each letter in turn and print the
result. What would have taken us
fifteen
thousand years it will be able to do in a hundred days.'
'Dr Wagner was scarcely
conscious of the faint sounds from the Manhatten streets far
below. He was in a different world, a world of natural, not
man-made , mountains. High up in their remote aeries these
monks had been patiently at work generation after
generation, compiling their lists of meaningless words. Was
there any
limits to the follies of mankind ? Still, he must give no
hint of his inner thoughts. The customer was always
right...
'There's no doubt,'
replied the doctor, that we can modify the Mark V
Im much more worried about the problem of installation and
maintainance. Getting out to Tibet, in these days, is not
going to be easy.'
'We can arrange that.
The components are small enough to travel by air
-
that
is one reason why we chose your machine. If you can get them
to India we will provide transport from there.'
'And you want to hire
two of our engineers ?
'Yes, for the
three
months
that the project should occupy.'
'I've no doubt that
personnel can manage that.' Dr Wagner scribbled a note on
his desk pad. 'There are just two other points
-'
'Before he could finish
the sentence the lama had produced a small slip of
paper.
'This is my certified
credit balance at the Asiatic Bank.'
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'Thank
you. It appears to be -
ah
-
adequate.
The second matter is so trivial that I hesitate to
mention
it - but
it's
surprising how often the obvious gets overlooked. What
source of electrical energy have you?'
'A diesel generator
providing fifty kilowatts at a hundred and ten vaults .It
was installed about five years
ago and is quite reliable. It's made life at the lamasery
much more comfortable, but of course it was really
installed to provide power for the motors driving the prayer
wheels.'
'Of course,' echoed Dr
Wagner. ' I should have thought of
that.'
The view from the
parapet was vertiginous, but in time one gets used to
anything. After three months,
George Hanley was not impressed by the two-thousand-foot
swoop into the abyss or the remote checkerboard
of fields in the valley below. He was leaning against the
wind-smoothed stones and staring morosely at the
distant mountains whose names he had never bothered to
discover
'This, thought George, was the
craziest thing that had ever happened to him. Project
Shangri-La, some
wit back at the labs had christened it. For weeks now the
Mark V had been churning out acres of sheets covered with
gibberish. Patiently, inexorably, the computer had been
rearranging letters in all their possible combinations,
exhausting each class before going on to the next. As the
sheets had emerged from the electromatic typewriters, the
monks had carefully cut them up and pasted them into
enormous books. In another week, heaven be praised, they
would have finished. Just what ob-scure calculations had
convinced the monks that they needn't go on to words of ten,
twenty or a hundred letters,
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George
didn't know. One of his recurring nightmares was that there
would be some change of plan,
and that the high lama (whom they'd naturally called Sam
Jaffe, though he didn't look a bit like him) would
suddenly announce that the project would be extended to
approximately A.D. 2060. They were quite capable of it.
'George heard the heavy door slam in
the wind as Chuck came out on to the parapet beside him . As
usual, Chuck was smoking one of the cigars that made him so
popular with the monks -
who,
it seemed, were quite willing to embrace all the minor and
most of the major pleasures of life: That was one thing in
their favour they weren't bluenoses. Those frequent trips
they took down to the village for instance...
'Listen George' said Chuck
urgently.'I've learned some-thing that means trouble.'
'Whats's wrong? Isn't the machine
behaving?' That was the worst contigency George could
imagine. It might delay his return, and nothing could be
more horrible. The way he felt now even the sight of a TV
commercial would seem like manner from heaven. At least it
would be some link with home.
'No -
it's
nothing like that.' Chuck settled himself on the parapet,
which was unusual because normally
he was scared of the drop. 'I've just found out what all
this is about.'
'What d'ya mean I thought we knew .' 'Sure
-
we
know what the monks are trying to do. But we didn't
know why, It's the craziest thing
-'
'Tell me something new,' growled George.
'- but old Sam's just come clean with me. You
know the way he drops in every afternoon to watch the
sheets roll out.
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Well,
this time he seemed rather exited, or at least as near as
he'll ever get to it. When I told him
that we were on the last cycle he asked me, in that cute
English accent of his, if I'd ever wondered what
they were trying to do I said, "Sure" - and he
told me.'
'Go
on : I'll buy it'.
'Well, they believe that when they
have listed all His names -
and
they reckon that there are about
nine
billion of them -
Gods
purpose will be achieved. The human race will have finished
what it was created to
do, and there won't be any point in carrying on.
Indeed, the very idea is something like blasphemy.'
'Then what do they expect us to do ?
Commit suicide?'
'There's no need for that. When the list's completed, God
steps in and simply winds things
up...bingo!'
'Oh, I get it. When we finish our
job, it will be the end of the world.'
'Chuck gave a nervous little
laugh.
'That's just what I said to Sam. And
do you know what happened? He looked at me in a very queer
way,
like I'd been stupid in class, and said, "It's nothing as
trivial as that" '
George thought this over for a
moment.
'That's what I call taking the Wide
View,' he said pres-ently . 'But what do you suppose we
should do about it? I don't see that it makes the slightest
difference to us. After all we already knew they
were crazy.'
'Yes -
but
don't you see what may happen? When the list's complete and
the Last Trump doesn't blow -
or whatever it is they expect -
we
may get the blame. It's our machine they've been using. I
dont like the situation one little bit.'
'I see, said George slowly. You've a
point there. But this
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sort
of things happened before you know. When I was a kid down in
Louisiana we had a crackpot preacher who once said the world
was going to end next Sunday. Hundreds of people believed
him -
even
sold their homes. Yet when nothing happened, they didn't
turn nasty , as you'd expect. They just decided that he'd
made a mistake in his calculations and went right on
believing. I guess some of them still do.'
'Well, this isn't Loisiana, in case you hadn't
noticed. There are just two of us and hundreds of these
monks. I like them, and I'll be sorry for old Sam when his
life backfires on him. But all the same, I wish I was
somewhere else.'
'I've been wishing that for weeks . But there's
nothing we can do until the contract's finished and the
transport arrives to fly us out.'
'Of course,' said Chuck thoughtfully, 'we could
always try a bit of sabotage.'
'Like hell we could! That would make things
worse.'
'Not the way I meant. Look at it like this. The
machine will finish its run four days from now, on the
present twenty-hours-a-day basis. The transport calls in a
week. O.K.
-
then all we need to do is to find something that needs
replacing during one of the overhaul periods - something
that will hold up the works for a couple of days. We'll fix
it of course, but not too quickly. If we time matters
properly, we can be down at the airfield when the last name
pops out of the register.They won't be able to catch us
then.'
'I dont like it,' said George.' 'It will be the
first time I ever walked out on a job. Besides, it would
make them suspicious. No I'll sit tight and takes what
comes.'
'I still don't like it,'he said, seven days later,
as the tough
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little
mountain ponies carried them down the winding road.
'And don't you think I'm running away because Im afraid. I'm
just sorry for those poor old guys up there, and I don't
want to be around when they find what suckers they've been.
Wonder how Sam will take it?' 'It's funny,' replied Chuck,
'but when I said good-bye I got the idea he knew we were
walking out on him - and that he didn't care because he knew
the machine was running smoothly and that the job would soon
be finished.After That...' George turned in his saddle and
stared back up the mountain road. This was the last place
from which one could get a clear view of the lamasery. The
squat, angular buildings were silhouetted against the
afterglow of the sunset: here and there, lights gleamed like
portholes in the side of an ocean liner. Electric lights, of
course, sharing the same circuit as the Mark V. How much
longer would they share it? wondered George.
Would the monks smash up the computer in their rage and
disappointment? Or would they just sit down quietly and
begin their calculations all over again? 'He knew
exactly what was happening up on the mountain at this very
moment. The high lama and his assistants would be sitting in
their silk robes, inspecting the sheets as the junior monks
carried them away from the typewriters and pasted them into
the great volumes. . No one would be saying anything. The
only sound would be the incessant patter, the never-ending
rainstorm of the keys hitting the paper, for the MarkV
itself was utterly silent as it flashed through its
tho-usands of calculations a second. Three months of this,
thought George, was enough to start anyone climbing up the
wall.
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'There
she is!' Called Chuck, pointing down into the valley.
'Aint she beautiful!'
'She certainly was, thought George.
The battered old DC3 lay at the end of the runway like a
tiny silver cross. In two hours she would be bearing them
away to freedom and sanity. It was a thought worth savouring
like a fine liqueur. George let it roll round his mind as
the pony trudged patiently down the slope.
'The swift night of the high
Himalayas was now almost upon them. Fortunately, the road
was very good, as roads went in that region, and they were
both carrying torches. There was not the slightest danger,
only a certain discomfort from the bitter cold. The sky
overhead was perfectly clear, and ablaze with the familiar
friendly stars. At least there would be no risk, thought
George, of the pilot being unable to take off because of
weather conditions. That had been his only remaining
worry
'He began to sing ,but gave it up
after a while. This vast arena of mountains, gleaming like
whitely hooded ghosts on every side, did not encourage such
ebullience. Presently George glanced at his watch.
'Should be there in an hour', he called back over his
shoul-der to Chuck. Then he added in an afterthought:
'Wonder if the computer's finished its run. It was due about
now.'
'Chuck didn't reply, so George
swung around in his saddle. He could just see Chuck's face,
a white oval turned towards the sky.
'Look,' whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes
to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)
Overhead without any
fuss, the stars were going out.
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