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THE NUCLEAR FAMILY 1969
WISE WISDOM LOST AT SEA DROWNED IN A SEE OF KNOWLEDGE
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AFRICAN NIGHTMARE SPECTRE OF FAMINE 1975
THE JOURNEYWOMAN 1977
THE JOURNEY MAN 1971
EHT NAMUH 1977
SCULPTURE OF VIBRATIONS 1971
FIRST CONTACT 1980
AVATAR 1 AVATAR
NINETYNINE NAMES OF GOD GOD OF NAMES NINETY NINE 9 x 11 = 99 99 = 11 x 9
METRO Tuesday, August 23, 2005 David Harding Front Page "DROWNING MOTHER'S DYING CALL OF LOVE"
THE HOLY BIBLE JEREMIAH Page 809 C 33 V 3 CALL UNTO ME AND I WILL ANSWER THEE AND SHEW THEE GREAT AND MIGHTY THINGS THAT THOU KNOWEST NOT
THE HOLY BIBLE SAINT LUKE Scofield References The crucifixion Page 1110 C 23 V33 "And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and he other on the left"
CRUCIFIED
ALL IN ALL THE ONLY WAY TO DIE
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
THE ENLIGHTENMENT NATHAN THE WISE Gotthold Ephraim Lessing 1729-81 Page 24 " She has one dream - a fancy, if you like, Most dear to her. It's that her Templer No mortal man, no son of mortal man, But one of the angels, whom her young heart From childhood onwards loved to think of as Her own protector. Stepping from the cloud Which veiled him, hovering round her even in The fire, he suddenly appeared in Templar's Form - don't smile at her! - Who knows? or if You smile, let her at least emjoy a dream Where Christian, Jew and Muslim can unite As one - a dream that is so sweet!
NATHAN THE WISE Page 77 Scene 5 Saladin and Nathan SALADIN Come closer, Jew - closer - right up to me. Don't be afraid. NATHAN That's for your enemies! SALADIN You call yourself Nathan? NATHAN Yes. SALADIN The wise Nathan? NATHAN No. SALADIN You may not; but the people do. NATHAN The people! Possibly. SALADIN You surely don't Believe that I despise the people's voice? For some time now I've wished to meet the man Whom all the people call the Wise. NATHAN And if They call him that in mockery? If wise 78 Means to the people nothing more than shrewd, And shrewd just means aware of his own interest. SALADIN You mean his own true interest, I presume? NATHAN Then the most selfish man would be the shrewdest. Then shrewd and wise would be the same. SALADIN I hear You proving what you wish to contradict. Humanity's true interest, which the people Cannot understand, you understand. At least you've tried to understand it. You have reflected on it. That alone Makes a man wise. NATHAN But everybody thinks He's wise. SALADIN That's quite enough of modesty! To hear this all the time when what I seek For is sober reason fills me with disgust. (He gets up quickly) Now let's come straight to the point. But, first of all Be honest with me, Jew! Be honest! NATHAN Sultan You can rely on me. I'll serve you, and Prove worthy of your further patronage. SALADIN You'll serve me? How? NATHAN I promise you the best Of everything, and at the cheapest price. SALADIN What are you talking about? Surely not About your goods? My sister may well haggle With you sometime. (That's in case she's listening!) I have no business with you as a merchant. NATHAN In that case, I expect you want to know What news about the enemy I gathered On my travels. It is true the enemy Is active once again, and to be frank... SALADIN No, that was not my aim in meeting you. I know already everything I need To know of that. - In short - NATHAN Command me, Sultan. SALADIN I want your teaching on another subject. Something quite different. Since you are so wise, Tell me, what kind of faith, what kind of law Has seemed most plausible to you? 79 NATHAN Sultan I am a Jew. SALADIN And I a Muslim. And The Christian is between us. Of these three Religions only one can be the true one. A man like you does not remain, where chance Of birth has cast him: if he does, he stays From insight, reason, choice of what is best. So, share with me your insight. Let me hear The reasons which I haven't had the time To ponder for myself. Tell me the choice Determined by these reasons - in the strictest Confidence, you understand - so I Can make that choice my own. I see you hesitate. You look me up and down. It may well be That no Sultan has ever had this kind Of whim before. And yet it does not seem Unworthy of a Sultan. Do you think? - Speak! - or do you want a moment to Collect your thoughts? Very well, you may. (I'll go and see if Sittah's listening And hear if I've done it right.) Now think! Think quickly. And I'll soon be back. (He goes into the ante-room where Sittah went) Scene 6 Nathan (Nathan alone) NATHAN How strange! How do I stand? What does the Sultan want? I come expecting money. And he wants The truth. The truth! and wants it so - straight out. In cash, - as if it were a coin! If it Were ancient coinage, valued by its weight -- That might have passed. But such new kinds of coin Valued by their stamp, which you must count Out on a board, are not like truth at all. Can truth be counted out into our heads Like money in a sack? Now who's the Jew? - He or I? And yet I wonder. Is He truly searching for the truth at all? Should I suspect that he is only using Truth to trap me? That would be too petty. Too petty? Nothing is too petty for A great man. And, of course he rushed right in, 80 Like someone bursting through the door. But when You're visiting a friend, you knock and listen First. I must be on my guard. But how? I can't insist that I'm a Jew; but to Deny that I'm a Jew would be still worse. Then he could simply ask, "If not a Jew, Why not a Muslim?" That's it! That can save me! It's not just children who can be fobbed off With fairy tales. He's coming. Let him come! Scene 7 Saladin and Nathan SALADIN (And so the coast is clear) - I hope I've given You enough time for reflection. Have You finished ordering your thoughts? Speak! Not a soul can hear us. NATHAN I don't mind If the whole world were to hear us. SALADIN Nathan Is so certain of his case? That's what I call A wise man! One who never hides the truth. A man who, for its sake, will gamble everything His blood and land, life and limb. NATHAN Yes, if it's needed and of use. SALADIN I hope I may in future earn the right to bear One of my titles; "The Reformer of the World And of the Law." NATHAN A truly splendid title! But before I tell you all my thoughts, Sultan, would you allow me to relate A little tale? SALADIN Why not? I've always loved To listen to a story, if it is Well told. NATHAN I must confess I'm not the man To tell it very well. SALADIN A' Your pride and modesty Again! Go on, just tell the story, now. NATHAN Once long ago, a man lived in the East Who had a ring of priceless worth, a gift 81 From someone dear to him. The stone was opal, Shot through with a hundred lovely colours. The ring had secret power to gain favour In the sight of God and humankind For anyone who wore it and who trusted In its power. No wonder that the man Would never take it from his finger; and He made provision that the ring should stay Forever in his dynasty. And so He left it to the dearest of his sons, With firm instructions that he, in his turn, Should leave it to the son he loved the most. In this way, by the power of the ring, Without respect of birth, the dearest son Should always be the master of the house. You understand me, Sultan? SALADIN Yes, go on! NATHAN And so the ring passed down from son to son, Until it reached a father of three sons. All three alike were dutiful to him. And he was therefore bound to love all three Sons equally. And yet, from time to time, When each in turn was with him on his own, And did not have to share his overflowing heart With his two brothers, then the one who stood Before him seemed most worthy of the ring. And thus by loving weakness he was led To promise it to each of them in turn. So matters rested for a while, until The father's death drew near; and then the worthy Man was in a quandary. He could Not bear to hurt two of his sons, who'd trusted In his word. So what was he to do? He sent in secret for a craftsman who Was ordered to devise two further rings, Exactly on the pattern of his own, Whatever cost or effort was required, To make each ring precisely like the first. The craftsman did well. When he brought the rings 82 The father was unable to distinguish The original. With joyful heart He called his sons, but each one on his own. To each he gave his blessing and his ring. And then he died. - You hear me, Sultan? SALADIN (turns away disconcerted) Yes, I hear! - Just finish off your fairy tale. I hope you're near the end. NATHAN That is the end. It's obvious what follows. Scarcely had The father died, than each comes with his ring, And each one claims to be the master of The house. There are enquiries, arguments, Complaints. In vain. There was no way to prove Which ring was true. (After a pause in which he waits for the Sultan s answer) Almost as hard as now ! For us to prove the one true faith. 1 SALADIN Is this 1 To be the answer to my question? NATHAN I Apologize - I cannot trust myself To tell the difference between the rings, Because the father had them made precisely So that no one could distinguish them. SALADIN The rings! - Don't play with me! I should have thought That the religions which I named to you Were easy to distinguish. Even by Their clothing; even down to food and drink. NATHAN But not the grounds on which they rest. For are they not all based on history, Handed down or written? History We take on trust, on faith. Is that not true? In whose good faith can we most put our trust? Our people's, those whose blood we share, and who, From childhood on have proved their love for us, Who never have deceived us, save, perhaps, When it was good for us to be deceived? Can I believe less in my ancestors Than you believe in yours? Or vice versa, Can I demand of you that you accuse Your own forebear of lies, just so that I Don't contradict my own? - or vice versa. The same is true of Christians, isn't it? 83 SALADIN (Upon my lifel the man is right. I must be silent:) NATHAN Let us now come back To our three rings. I said before: the sons Accused each other, each swore to the judge He had received his ring directly from His father's hand - and it was true. - And he'd Been promised by his father long ago That one day he would have the privileges Of the ring - and that was also true. The father, each declared, could not have been So false to him; and rather than allow Suspicion of deceit to fall on his Beloved, father; he preferred to charge His brothers with deceit, although he would In general believe only the best Of them; and vowed that he would find a way To expose the traitors and to take revenge. SALADIN And what about the judge? I want to hear What you will make him say to this. Go on! NATHAN The judge pronounced: Unless you bring your father Here to me at once, I shall dismiss you From my court. Do you think that I am here For solving riddles? Or do you expect For the one true ring to speak up for itself? But wait! You tell me that the true ring has The magic power to make beloved; to Gain favour in the sight of God and humankind. That must decide it! For the false rings cannot Have this power. Which brother do two Of you love most? Come on, speak up! You're silent? Do the rings work only inwards and Not outwards? So that each one only loves Himself the best? All three of you are then Deceived deceivers; none of your Three rings is genuine. The one true ring Has probably been lost. To hide the loss, As substitute, your father had three rings Made to replace the one. SALADIN Splendid! Splendid! NATHAN And so the judge went on, if you do not Want my advice instead of judgement, go! But my advice is this: accept the case Precisely as it stands. As each of you 84 Received his own ring from his father's hand, Let each believe for certain that his ring Is the original. Perhaps the father Did not want to suffer any more The tyranny of one ring in his house. Certainly he loved all three of you, And loved you equally. He could not injure Two of you and favour only one. Well then! Let each one strive to emulate His love, unbiased and unprejudiced. Let each one of you vie with the other two To bring to light the power of the stone In his own ring. And may this power be helped By gentleness, sincere good nature, Charity and deepest of devotion to God. And when in time, the power of the stone Shall find expression in your children's children's Children, I invite you in a thousand, Thousand years to come again before This court. A wiser man than I will then Sit in this chair and speak. Now go! - so said The modest judge. SALADIN God! God! NATHAN Saladin, If you should feel yourself to be this promised, Wiser man ... SALADIN (who rushes to him and seizes his hand and does not let go again until the end) I who am no more than dust? Than nothing? God! NATHAN What is it Saladin? SALADIN Nathan, my dear Nathan! The thousand, Thousands years of your wise judge have not - Yet passed. His judgement seat is not the one On which I sit. Go! - Go! - But be my friend. NATHAN And is there nothing more that Saladin Would say to me? SALADIN Nothing. NATHAN Nothing? SALADIN Nothing
NUMBER 9 THE SEARCH FOR THE SIGMA CODE Cecil Balmond 1998 Page 12 Talisman Enjil slept uncomfortably, his mind full of torment in fear of the Examination to come. He was standing in front of the Elders, those of the supreme rank, and he had nothing to say! He had not found a proof or a clever hypothesis to place before them on this auspicious day. And the day could not be put back - it marched right up to him, dragging him out brutally into the open, while the Elders, in their crimson robes, sat at the high table waiting for him. They motioned him to come up. He climbed up the steps and went to the blackboard and picked up the dry chalk in his wet, nervous hands. Villagers crammed the square to see him perform. Word had gone out that the boy with the limp had magic powers; for when he lay dying from smallpox a strange bird had suddenly flown in and settled on his fevered brow, pecking at it. Superstition said it was the devil who seized a person's brain at such times, to give out great powers only to suck it back again at the moment of death, to prevent that tender soul from being re-born. And amazingly, as the bird flew away Enjil recovered and began talking in strange languages and writing down sheets of numbers, confusing everyone with ideas that they had never heard of Page 13 Stories travelled through the mountain communities about the boy with the pockmarked face. How could the child be so precocious if not for some super-natural power? (No-one mentioned the devil's name for that would bring bad luck down on all of them!) Enjil's beleaguered parents took him to the temple and gave him away to the priests, who in turn gave him away to the Academy and the Elders, these same Elders who now were laughing in his face- "Where is the cleverness that brought you here?", they mocked. "You insult us with your silence. We know who you are; The Devil's Child, a horrible trick; a wretch we now must throw out from this place of learning - Go! Only scholars are admitted here, true scholars like Vivek, who can work out the symmetry of magic squares better than you. " The insults came thick and fast like poisoned darts thrown at him, tipped with venom. But the boy had nothing to say, his hand stuck fixed in the air with the chalk wet in his fingers. And the villagers became angry at being deceived. Provoked by Vivek, Enjil's older rival for the title of Master; the villagers aroused themselves into a riot. As the mob hurtled towards him Enjil woke up with a scream, his heart racing. The sweat poured off him; he felt he was dying. But framed in his window the night moon shone brightly, the wind rustling the leaves like waves washing the shore. There was no mob, there were no accusing Elders. Everything was quiet and peaceful. There was really nothing wrong with the world, or him. The Examination was still days away; and he was well prepared! Page 14 His thesis was done - he had a proof written out in the higher algebra which his mentor had said would easily give him the title of Master; it was the sort of thing the Elders would like, for it was similar to the studies each of them had done. "It is not about being original, Enjil", his mentor said, "for you must not sit uncomfortably in your superiors minds. If you present something they do not understand, or agree with as high learning, they will fail you. Conform, and then privately get on with your real discoveries. That is what we all do. " His teacher shrugged at the way life was at the Academy and worry grew on the old man's face at the thought of what his stubborn student might do. But Enjil had listened, he had conformed - his thesis was as fine a piece of complicated mathematics as one could wish for; deliberately put together in an obscure way so that difficulties abounded in every line of the argument. In truth, Enjil had a much simpler proof but it would appear too easy. So he had put it to one side and applied himself to obscurities in the demonstration of his thesis, knowing this approach would be more favoured by the Elders. And the peace of the night said he had nothing to worry about but go back to sleep and wait happily for that day of the Examination. As he lay there looking up at the moon, his mind began to wander over the ideas he really loved to think about, like the expansion of3t. Was there a pattern to it? Or how many unlike squares could fit into a rectangle or another square? This was a problem no one at the Academy could solve, though /Page 15/ Enjil had come near. Was every even integer the sum of two prime numbers as ten was the sum of three plus seven? And there was more - the multiplication patterns along diagonals used by the Chinese or the elegant ratios used by the ancient geometers that gave beauty and shape to the spiral and to the growth of the leaves around a stalk or the petals in a flower. As he roamed through the numbers in his mind a strange thing then happened. A moon beam suddenly reached out to him and dropped to Earth and turned into a shining woman. "So here you are!", she said smiling. "I have kept looking out for you. I find you here of all places, in a musty old Academy or is it a temple?" She Wrinkled up her nose at the small room he slept in. The woman stroked his leg- "Does your leg hurt? I saw you as a child, limping, dragging your leg through the sand, making patterns that were wonderful-my friends still talk about you. I am Soma. Do you still play such games? You gave me and my companions a lot to think about that day, about the possible patterns in a matrix, instead of just the straight across and up and down. And now here you are, almost fully grown, yet still only a boy and sitting for the Examination of Master! Hah, that will sound fine - Master Enjil, Master Mathematician! How'd you like that?" She patted him on the head and stroked his hair. Enjil could see the beautiful colours in her eyes. Her energy flowed into him. She took his thoughts away and she spoke to him: Page16 "There are the cumbersome proofs you follow that only the few will ever understand. Your proofs are carrion for those vultures, the Elders. So why don't you do something else, something amazingly different for your Examination? You are capable of it! Why give the elders what they want, such a narrow outcome from your learning; why not something that everyone can enjoy? Imagine even the villagers following your every sign on the blackboard, understanding it and seeing a simple but great truth unravelling right before their eyes. Something that lies under their noses, wouldn't that be fun? How about drawing the many different shapes of squares it takes to fit in just one square. Ah - I know you were thinking of this already. You see I know your thoughts - so I count them out. And I'll spoil it for you anyway, I'm going to give you the answer; twenty-four! Yes, don't look so amazed, it takes that many different squares to fit into one square. You want to know the size of the square that allows this to happen? Ah, that is harder. That you must work out for yourself ." She smiled teasingly and added, "Do you know the answer to the simpler problem; how many different squares does it take to fit in one rectangle? I'll tell you: It's nine! Nine unequal squares go to make up a rectangle." "But why bother about geometry; why not something simpler than that? What is it that everyone knows and feels expert about? I'll tell you. It's numbers of course! Imagine the village folk clapping hands and cheering as they see you, their /Page17/ new master; working with the humble materials of numbers, the tools they use every day of their lives to count coins and goats and sacks of grain from the harvest. Let your mind dwell on this: numbers! Take the most simple ones. Think of their make up. Don't be afraid of the Elders; they are not bad men, but men with too much oldness stuffed into their brains. Take them back to their childhood, let them smile again and hop, skip and jump through your constructions; what do you think of that? You smile? Do I take that as yes? Good! Then here is the riddle you must solve. And remember I will be watching, now that I have found you; but I won't help. I will only give you a signal when you succeed. Remember the only thing that will slow you down or stop you is the amount your mind has grown up to be like the Elders, the brain of an expert. The problem I set is for a child, with a mind that in innocence questions everything and finds new beginnings. I too, believe it or not, am like that. I live in the moon and each night I set a new day. The turning of a fresh beginning uplifts me. It keeps me from falling into endings and dull repeat reasonings. Think about that. In your dreams I will speak to you, I will help. My spirit will be with you. But now I must go for I have to set another day. And this is the question I leave you with: What is the fixed point in the wind?" The woman withdrew along the moonbeam and vanished as if she had never been. /Page18/ Enjil sat up. He looked hard at the moon, staring into the white disc of cold light - and the moment of magic vanished. Was it a trick? Was Vivek his arch rival for the title of Master trying to hypnotise him from a distance? If he listened to the woman it would be like suicide. Standing in that great open courtyard and speaking about simple things that did not need proofs would have the Elders laughing at him, baying like jackals at his feeble efforts. Certainly he would be thrown out. This must indeed be a hex put on him by his enemies! But what was the fixed point in the wind? The question intrigued and teased him. How can something be unmoving in the swirling wind; what was its fix, if indeed there was such a point? For hours he lay awake struggling with these thoughts until his tired brain came to a stop and wanted rest. Finally Enjil fell asleep. The woman in the moon entered his dreams. And he woke up with a new conviction - the doubts and torments of the night well behind him. He whistled and even smiled at Vivek, winking at his arch rival as if to say he had prepared a brilliant proof Enjil laughed to himself when he thought of the title he would introduce to his Elders on the day of the Examination. He would wear the yellow robe of scholarship, go up to the blackboard and announce in his most stern voice the customary words, "My respectful Elders and Seniors. I submit for your Examination and proper adjudication this thesis I have now prepared for the award of the Most Expert Master of Mathematics, the honour I now seek, /Page 19/ and pronounce as the title of my learned subject: 'The Fixed Points in the Wind'." He could see them writhing in agony, splitting their sides with laughter and thirsting for his blood. The images made him break out in a cold sweat. But a small voice spoke inside saying, "Don't be afraid - of course you can do it - after all it is an easy question - so solve it like a child, think like one, just like I said." To solve the riddle Enjil went to a secluded spot and sat in the shade of a banyon tree and blanked everything he knew out of his mind. The great blackness descended. Nothing moved. Shadows went into deeper shadows, layer into layer. A black disc grew. First as a dot, then a circle, then a rushing blind movement. Then the numbers cameout, tumbling one over the other; rolling the patterns over in his head. There were the star patterns, zigzags, squares, cubes, seesaws and the weaving patterns going in and out, all twisting over each other. Mindful of the woman spirit, he looked at the simplest numbers; he followed their trails, the white and black patterns, some, dotted with colour; moving like the wind, changing shape and turning all the time. And there in the simplest patterns were points that did not move or change, no matter what the numbers were. And they were fixed points. When the woman in the moon had talked of the wind Enjil knew she must have spoken of numbers, jumping over each other in gusts of multiplications or blowing steadily in ordered breezes of additions and subtractions. But within these patterns, there was one number and point through which all the others /Page20/ seemed to gather- it indeed must be the fixed point. Could that be the answer to the riddle? Then Enjil opened his eyes and composed his thesis. It was so simple that he laughed out loud. Never mind the Elders - they would have to love it, for he would draw the movements of all numbers in one simple diagram. What was clever about it was the method he had in his mind. He would take the secret code the Elders knew about but had never thought of using to look beyond their rituals of prophecy, for they would take the letters of someone's name and use such secret numbers to divine the character of that person. But Enjil vowed to go beyond this. That night he wrote out his thesis. When he had finished he went out into the deserted courtyard and held up each page to the moon. "Look ", he said to the woman in the moon, "I have finished - the task is done. I pray these are the answers." A shape seemed to move across the face of the yellow disc though he could not be sure. But the woman did not appear. The wind picked up, the night chill made him shiver. Tomorrow was the day, and Vivek would be hoping for his downfall; and his teacher would fret to the last moment as the Elders assembled, sharpening their wits in readiness to humble the nervous candidate. The crowd would gather and settle. Everyone would be waiting, watching. Still, Enjil was at peace. His ideas were simple, innocent; he believed they would shine through no matter what. While Vivek performed great feats /Page 21/ of algebra Enjil would offer to the Elders and the gathered crowd the four precious mirrors of arithmetic. They could all laugh or puzzle at the reflections he would show them, but in time their doubts would vanish or be blown away, just as the gusting wind cleans out the dirt lying on the ground. Suddenly a bright light flared, lighting up the compound for an instant, and then faded. Had the woman come to him and acknowledged his answer? Enjil rolled up the pages of his thesis and held up his hand, just in case, to the night sky in salute and farewell and then went to bed. He slept the peace of the innocent, a fixed point himself in that night of swirling anxieties and jealousies. Tomorrow would be a new beginning. I wear Enjil's Talisman now, whenever I calculate and look into numbers, and remember the mathematician who was a boy. He inspires me to look afresh at things. Enjil went on to be famous. He surprised the Elders with his arguments of the fixed point in numbers; he astonished the crowd. And if not for them cheering as they did at what was being drawn on the board, the Elders would surely have failed him - the old men being insulted that there was no high algebra or long- winded, obscure complications to be resolved. Enjil's workings were just basic arithmetic, they grumbled, which even a nine year old could follow, they whispered to each other. It was laughable; it was ridiculous and all too simple. But the crowd cheered and cried out, "Master, Master," so many times, that the Elders /Page 22/ gave in. On the boy's shoulders they placed the purple sash of Master embroidered with winding circular motifs in gold thread, and then they held up Enjil's hand to the crowd who in turn roared, "Mas-Ter, Mas- Ter". The four syllable chant rocked the compound. When the dust cleared and the noise subsided and the courtyard was empty, the temple still hummed long into the night with stories of the new Master's cheek and sheer luck. So Enjil went on to be the real Master of the Academy, outshining everyone and everything. He proved many things, much of it beyond the best minds in that Academy of high learning. But he kept faithful, from what we know of his teachings, to the simple and straightfoward, and always the beautiful and intriguing. The Master saw patterns where others only saw calculations. Then disaster struck. In the wars that ravaged the country the Academy was set on fire and the intellectuals speared to death. Enjil and his papers and all the great library of learning in the Academy were lost forever. No one found the young mathematician's body. Soon the story went out confirming Enjil as a spirit child, one that visited Earth now and then to remind us of the greater glories that hid elsewhere. Others said it was the work of the devil, who flew in to collect the soul that he had claimed for himself long ago, when the little boy had lain dying from a fierce attack of smallpox. Whatever the truth of it the crooked smile and limping walk of the Master was no more, severely missed by those who loved him. Those who were there /Page 23/ on that day of the Examination told others. And the words and diagrams spread. The ideas travelled from community to community; changes and additions were made along the way. But the basic structure Enjil proposed is still there in the teaching. Modem ways have swept across the culture of this great land and hand calculators and computers have taken away the simple romance of numbers, but in remote parts of the highlands, in locked away villages, young mathematicians still look at Enjil's patterns and meditate for half an hour before doing any serious mental computation. What follows is a trace of the young Master's working, gleaned from private study and old village stories. With Enjil we move towards finding the magic of numbers and that special point, which though full of movement itself, remains unmoving and stationary; just as a fixed point does in the wind. Page73 Armed with the code we go on to look into the precious mirrors of arithmetic, the four infinite planes of adding, subtracting, dividing and multiplying, that manipulate all numbers. The sigma code lays down a trace of how numbers work in secret, we can peer into their basic patterns. But it is only when these patterns are seen as a whole that the beauty of the code is revealed and the astonishing truth of number nine at the heart of our number system. (And here we must thank zero for even allowing the sigma code to exist. For without zero the process of reduction would not work. Adding digits to pare down to a single digit is dependent on our unique placement value system of units, tens, hundreds, etc. Zero allows the code to be bound within the range 1-9)."
SUN EARTH MOON
LETTERS TRANSPOSED INTO NUMBERS REARRANGED IN NUMERICAL ORDER
SUN EARTH MOON NINE SEVEN THREE
LETTERS TRANSPOSED INTO NUMBERS REARRANGED IN NUMERICAL ORDER
NINE SEVEN THREE 163-82-10-1 163-64-10-1 SUN EARTH MOON
GLOBAL WARNING GLOBAL
SOLD HIS BIRTHRIGHT FOR A MESS OF POTTAGE
AVATAR 1 AVATAR
HALL OF THE GODS Nigel Appleby 1998 Page 114/5 Leo "To the ancient Sumerians, the first age, c. 11,000 BC, and sign of the Zodiac are both Leo, 'the lion', known to them as Ur.Gula. This sign symbolically represented their god Enki, the god of the African lands. In ancient Egypt, Enki was known as Ptah, whose goddess wife Sekhmet was represented with the face of a lioness. As we shall see later, the Sphinx (which I maintain is a lion's body with a human head) is thought to represent the period of Leo which would have coincided with the / Sumerians first epoch."
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THE DEAD SEA SCROLLS J.M. Allegro 1956 Page 150 "However, the idea of the dual messianic office continued at least until the time of the Second Revolt (A.D. 132-5), for the coins of that time speak of El'azar the High Priest, side by side with Shim'on bar Kochebah, the Prince of Israel"
THE DEAD SEA SCROLLS J.M. Allegro 1956 Page 176 An Unknown Source "Eleiazar, son of Eliazar,"
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