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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 RAM WHEN IN CONJUNCTION SET THE FAR YONDER SCRIBE MADE RECORD OF THE FALL
THERE IS NO ATTEMPT MADE TO DESCRIBE THE CREATIVE PROCESS REALISTICALLY THE ACCOUNT IS SYMBOLIC AND SHOWS GOD CREATING THE WORLD BY MEANS OF LANGUAGE AS THOUGH WRITING A BOOK BUT LANGUAGE ENTIRELY TRANSFORMED THE MESSAGE OF CREATION IS CLEAR EACH LETTER OF THE ALPHABET IS GIVEN A NUMERICAL VALUE BY COMBINING THE LETTERS WITH THE SACRED NUMBERS REARRANGING THEM IN ENDLESS CONFIGURATIONS THE MYSTIC WEANED THE MIND AWAY FROM THE NORMAL CONNOTATIONS OF WORDS
YEA THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH I WILL FEAR NO EVIL FOR THOU ART WITH ME
JUST SIX NUMBERS Martin Rees 1 OUR COSMIC HABITAT PLANETS STARS AND LIFE Page 24 A proton is 1,836 times heavier than an electron, and the number 1,836 would have the same connotations to any 'intelligence'
THE HOURS OF HORUS HAVE ARRIVED HURRAH FOR RAH FOR RAH HURRAH AMEN THAT NAME GODS NAME AMEN RA IN BOW LIGHT GODS LIGHT RA IN BOW THE LIGHT IS RISEN NOW RISEN IS THE LIGHT
GOD ONE GOD AND ONE CHOSEN RACE THE HUMAN RACE
WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT THAT ALL HUMANKIND ARE CREATED EQUAL THAT THEY ARE ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR WITH CERTAIN UNAILIENABLE RIGHTS THAT AMONG THESE ARE LIFE LIBERTY AND THE ENLIGHTENING OF THINE OWN GOD CONSCIOUSNESS ALL LIFE IS GOD ISISISE GOD IS ALL LIFE ISISISE DIVINE THOUGHT ISISISE THOUGHT DIVINE ISISISE ALWAYS ISISIS EVERLASTING EVERLASTINGNESS GODS EVERLASTINGNESS EVERLASTING ISGODTHOUGHTGODIS PERFECT CREATIVITY ACTIONS REACTIONS GODS REACTIONS ACTIONS CREATIVITY PERFECT ALWAYS BALANCING NEGATIVEPOSITIVE CONSCIENCE POSITVENEGATIVE BALANCING ALWAYS
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"
O NAMUH BELOVED CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT BLESSED DREAMER OF DREAMS AWAKEN THE ETERNAL MOMENT BIRTHS ITS FUTURE
THE ZED ALIZ ZED MIDWAY BETWIXT AND BETWEEN THE MICROCOSM MACROCOSM OF ABOVE AND BELOW ENDURES THE SUMMONS OF THE OMEN IN THE MOMENT
THE ZED ALIZ ZED A BEING OUTED BEING DROWNING FOREVER DROWNING THAT I THAT ISISIS ISISIS THAT TRUTH THAT TRUTH THAT ISISIS STAINING THE SEE RED BLOOD RED SEE THE STAINING
THE ZED ALIZ ZED SUFFERING THE DEATH THE RED DEATH THE BLOODY RED DEATH THAT MARKS THE MIRRORED IMAGE SHATTERING OF THE I OF THE EYE IN THE I OF THE TRUTH BEHOLDER REMEMBERED AND DISMEMBERED ALL IN ALL THE ONLY RIGHT WAY TO DIE TRUTH DECLARED I AM THAT I NO LONGER NO LONGER THAT I AM I DECLARED TRUTH
I THAT AM THAT I THAT AM DIES THE DEATH THE RED DEATH THE BLOODY RED DEATH AND IS THEREBY GIFTED ENTRY THROUGH THE OPEN GATE THAT IS ALWAYS SHUT A XXXXXX CROSS XXXXXX THE INVISIBLE TIGHT ROPE THREAD OF MEASURED TREAD OVER THE BRIDGE OF NO RETURN THUS THAT THAT THAT ISISISIS MADE MANIFEST OUT THE IN OF THE HASTENING WHILE BORN ANEW INTO THE GLORY OF THE LIVING DEATH
SIMULATIONS OF GOD THE SCIENCE OF BELIEF John Lilly 1975 Page xi "I am only an extraterrestrial who has come to the / Page xii / planet Earth to inhabit a human body, Everytime I leave this body and go back to my own civilization, I am expanded beyond all human imaginings, When I must return I am squeezed down into the limited vehicle."
THE LIGHT IS RISING RISING IS THE LIGHT
"THE LORD REIGNETH" INCIDENTS IN THE GREAT WAR By DR. Ellsworth Helms Circa 1918 "Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: BUT we will remember the NAME of the LORD OUR GOD." Psalm 20:7. Page 1 "LORD GOD OF HOSTS, WHOSE ALMIGHTY HAND DOMINION HOLDS ON SEA AND LAND, IN PEACE AND WAR THY WILL WE SEE SHAPING THE LARGER LIBERTY. NATIONS MAY RISE AND NATIONS FALL, THY CHANGELESS PURPOSE RULES THEM ALL."
Page 12 "THE FOOL HATH SAID 'NO GOD!" 7. "Those that the gods would destroy they first make mad."
THE INDEPENDANT ON SUNDAY 26 JULY 2009 Front Page WAR IS ORGANISED MURDER AND NOTHING ELSE HARRY PATCH 1898 - 2009 BRITAIN'S LAST FIRST WAR WORLD WAR VETERAN DIES AGED 111
SHOCK AND AWE RAW WAR WAR RAW AWE AND SHOCK
A MYSTERIOUS VOICE IN THE NIGHT WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT THAT ALL HUMANKIND ARE CREATED EQUAL THAT THEY ARE ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR WITH CERTAIN UNAILIENABLE RIGHTS THAT AMONG THESE ARE LIFE AND LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
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"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"
SURE I DREAM AS THE HAMMER STRIKES THE ANVIL AND I DREAM AS THE SPARKS FALL ON THE FLOOR
SIMULATIONS OF GOD THE SCIENCE OF BELIEF John Lilly 1975 Page xi "I am only an extraterrestrial who has come to the / Page xii / planet Earth to inhabit a human body, Everytime I leave this body and go back to my own civilization, I am expanded beyond all human imaginings, When I must return I am squeezed down into the limited vehicle."
THE LIGHT IS RISING NOW RISING IS THE LIGHT
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. Wonder this time where she's gone. and Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.. Bill Withers 1971
i know i know i know i know i know 9999999999 i know i know i know i know i know 9999999999 i know i know i know i know i know 9999999999 i know i know i know i know i know 9999999999 i know i know i know i know i know 9999999999 i know 99
LIGHT AND LIFE Lars Olof Bjorn 1976 Page 197 "BY WRITING THE 26 LETTERS OF THE ALPHABET IN A CERTAIN ORDER
Codes & Ciphers Making them and breaking them Text Sean Callery 2006 COLLINS GEM CODES AND CIPHERS The Works 99p Page 9 "Throughout this book, as is the convention for code writing. the term 'plaintext' is written in upper and lower case writing:; all codes and ciphers appear in capitals." THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK AS IS THE CONVENTION FOR CODE WRITING PLAINTEXT IS WRITTEN IN UPPER AND LOWER CASE WRITING ALL CODES AND CIPHERS APPEAR IN CAPITALS
ALL CODES AND CIPHERS APPEAR IN CAPITALS 133 36451 145 3978591 177519 95 31792131 ALL CODES AND CIPHERS APPEAR IN CAPITALS
THE JESUS MYSTERIES Timothy Freke & Peter Gandy 1 999 Page 177 "THE GOSPELS ARE ACTUALLY ANONYMOUS WORKS, IN WHICH EVERYTHING WITHOUT EXCEPTION, IS WRITTEN IN CAPITAL LETTERS, WITH NO PUNCTUATION OR SPACES BETWEEN WORDS.61
The FULCANELLI Phenomenon Kenneth Rayner Johnson 1980 The Praxis Page 190 Theoretical physics has become more and more occult, cheerfully breaking every previously sacrosanct law of nature and leaning towards such supernatural concepts as holes in space, negative mass and time flowing backwards ... The greatest physicists ... have been groping towards a synthesis of physics and parapsychology. - Arthur Koestler: The Roots of Coincidence, (Hutchinson, 1972.)
THE HERMETICA THE LOST WISDOM OF THE PHARAOHS Timothy Freke & Peter Gandy To the Memory of Giordano Bruno 1548 - 1600 Mundus Nihil Pulcherrimum The World is a Beautiful Nothing Page 23 "Although we have used the familiar term 'God' in the explanatory notes which accompany each chapter, we have avoided this term in the text itself. Instead we have used 'Atum - one of the ancient Egyptian names for the Supreme One God."
Page 45 The Being of Atum "Atum is Primal Mind."
Page 45 The Being of Atum Give me your whole awareness, and concentrate your thoughts, for Knowledge of Atum's Being requires deep insight, which comes only as a gift of grace. It is like a plunging torrent of water whose swiftness outstrips any man who strives to follow it, leaving behind not only the hearer, but even the teacher himself. To conceive of Atum is difficult. To define him is impossible. The imperfect and impermanent cannot easily apprehend the eternally perfected. Atum is whole and conconstant. In himself he is motionless, yet he is self-moving. He is immaculate, incorruptible and ever-lasting. He is the Supreme Absolute Reality. He is filled with ideas which are imperceptible to the senses, and with all-embracing Knowledge. Atum is Primal Mind. Page 46 He is too great to be called by the name 'Atum'. He is hidden, yet obvious everywhere. His Being is known through thought alone, yet we see his form before our eyes. He is bodiless, yet embodied in everything. There is nothing which he is not. He has no name, because all names are his name. He is the unity in all things, so we must know him by all names and call everything 'Atum'. He is the root and source of all. Everything has a source, except this source itself, which springs from nothing. Atum is complete like the number one, which remains itself whether multiplied or divided, and yet generates all numbers. Atum is the Whole which contains everything. He is One, not two. He is All, not many. The All is not many separate things, but the Oneness that subsumes the parts. The All and the One are identical. You think that things are many when you view them as separate, but when you see they all hang on the One, /Page 47/ and flow from the One, you will realise they are unitedlinked together, and connected by a chain of Being from the highest to the lowest, all subject to the will of Atum. The Cosmos is one as the sun is one, the moon is one and the Earth is one. Do you think there are many Gods? That's absurd - God is one. Atum alone is the Creator of all that is immortal, and all that is mutable. If that seems incredible, just consider yourself. You see, speak, hear, touch, taste, walk, think and breathe. It is not a different you who does these various things, but one being who does them all. To understand how Atum makes all things, consider a farmer sowing seeds;
here wheat - there barley, Just as the same man plants all these seeds, so Atum sows immortality in heaven and change on Earth. Throughout the Cosmos he disseminates Life and movementthe two great elements that comprise Atum and his creation, and so everything that is. Page 48 Atum is called 'Father' because he begets all things, and, from his example, the wise hold begetting children the most sacred pursuit of human life. Atum works with Nature, within the laws of Necessity, causing extinction and renewal, constantly creating creation to display his wisdom. Yet, the things that the eye can see are mere phantoms and illusions. Only those things invisible to the eye are real. Above all are the ideas of Beauty and Goodness. Just as the eye cannot see the Being of Atum, so it cannot see these great ideas. They are attributes of Atum alone, and are inseparable from him. They are so perfectly without blemish that Atum himself is in love with them. There is nothing which Atum lacks, so nothing that he desires. There is nothing that Atum can lose, so nothing can cause him grief. Atum is everything. Atum makes everything, and everything is a part of Atum. Atum, therefore, makes himself. This is Atum's glory - he is all-creative, and this creating is his very Being. It is impossible for him ever to stop creatingfor Atum can never cease to be. Page 49 Atum is everywhere. Mind cannot be enclosed, because everything exists within Mind. Nothing is so quick and powerful. Just look at your own experience. Imagine yourself in any foreign land, and quick as your intention you will be there! Think of the ocean - and there you are. You have not moved as things move, but you have travelled, nevertheless. Fly up into the heavens - you won't need wings! Nothing can obstruct you - not the burning heat of the sun, or the swirling planets. Pass on to the limits of creation. Do you want to break out beyond the boundaries of the Cosmos? For your mind, even that is possible. Can you sense what power you possess? If you can do all this, then what about your Creator? Try and understand that Atum is Mind. This is how he contains the Cosmos. All things are thoughts which the Creator thinks."
FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS Graham Hancock 1995 City of the Sun, Chamber of the Jackal Page 381(Part VII) "Heliopolis (City of the Sun) was referred to in the Bible as On but was originally known in the Egyptian language as Innu, or Innu Mehret - meaning 'the pillar' or 'the northern pillar'.3 It was a district of immense sanctity, associated with a strange group of nine solar and stellar deities, and was old beyond reckoning when Senuseret chose it as the site for his obelisk. Indeed, together with Giza (and the distant southern city of Abydos) Innu / Heliopolis was believed to have been part of the first land that emerged from the primeval waters at the / Page 382 / moment of creation, the land of the 'First Time', where the gods had commenced their rule on earth.
ATUM 1234 ATUM
'shapeless, black with the blackness of the blackest night' BLACK B LACK OF LIGHT C BLACK
The sky had not been created, the earth had not been created, the children of the earth and the reptiles had not been fashioned in that place. . . I, Atum, was one by myself. . . There existed no other who worked with me .'. .6 Conscious of being alone, this blessed and immortal being contrived to create two divine offspring, Shu, god of the air and dryness, and Tefnut the goddess of moisture: 'I thrust my phallus into my closed hand. I made my seed to enter my hand. I poured it into my own mouth. I evacuated under the form of Shu, I passed water under the form of Tefnut.,7 Despite such apparently inauspicious beginnings, Shu and Tefnut (who were always described as 'Twins' and frequently depicted as lions) grew to maturity, copulated and produced offspring of their own: Geb the god of the earth and Nut, the goddess of the sky. These two also mated, creating Osiris and Isis, Set and Nepthys, and so completed the Ennead, the full company of the Nine Gods of Heliopolis. Of the nine, Ra, Shu, Geb and Osiris were said to have ruled in Egypt as kings, followed by Horus, and lastly - for 3226 years - by the Ibis-headed wisdom god Thoth.8 3x2x2x6 IS 72 IS 72 IS 6x2x2x3 Who were these people - or creatures, or beings, or gods? Were they figments of the priestly imagination, or symbols, or ciphers? Were the stories told about them vivid myth memories of real events which had taken place thousands of years previously? Or were they, perhaps, part of a coded message from the ancients that had been transmitting itself over and over again down the epochs - a message only now beginning to be unravelled and understood? Page 382 "I, Atum, was one by myself. . . There existed no other who worked with me .'"
I ATUM 1234 ATUM I ATUM 1234 ATUM I ATUM 1234 ATUM I ATUM 1234 ATUM I ATUM 1234 ATUM I ATUM 1 ATUM 1 ATUM 1 ATUM
I ME THE HUMAN THE I ME EGO CONSCIENCE EGO ME I WHY WEEPEST THOU WHOM SEEKEST THOU
THE HORUS OF HOURS ISISISIS THAT THAT THAT IS ARRIVED IS AMEN THAT NAME THAT NAME AMEN HURRAH FOR RAH FOR RAH HURRAH NAME AMEN MEAN I MEAN AMEN NAME AMEN HAIL ALL MEN ALL MEN HAIL AMEN AMEN HAIL ALL WOMEN WOMEN ALL HAIL AMEN PEACE BE UNTO YOU BELOVED CHILDREN OF THE RAINBOW LIGHT AMEN HAIL ALL SENTIENT BEINGS BEINGS SENTIENT ALL HAIL AMEN
ARTHUR KOESTLER EXHIBITION LONDON Organised by the Home Office October 1977 Yorkshire Post Review of the work of David Denison Prison Officer. Richard Seddon "...Given his technical skill, the images pack a disturbing punch that reveal the inner world of the Freudian unconscious..."
SUNDAY TIMES LIFESPAN ARTS IMAGE OF THE WEEK SURREALIST 24th July 1977 Pages 16/17 "Where are the good painters of the 1970s In quite surprising places, very likely. One of them is in a West Yorkshire school for prison officers (of whom he is one) giving classes in first-aid. David Denison, who has a current exhibition at Ilkley Manor House, Yorkshire, is almost entirely self-taught. As a result he has learned an astonishing skill of a highly personal kind. He is a natural surrealist - a breed that is commoner In England than in more rational countries, but is very rare even here His imagining has a sardonic poetry of its own. His Study of a Head, for example (right), builds spectacles and dentures into a skull. Each eye socket contains minutely glittering machinery like a watch. Denison is great on eyes. In another picture, a bushy insect likeness of himself sits down to make a meal of a pair of eyeballs. A reflective painter will often discern something cannibal in the way an artist consumes his experience and himself, but here the arched brows and the clown-like red nose have a look of a Prime minister of Mirth, The hilarity resides in the fantastic human mix - the very combination of ebullience and decreptitude that you can recognise in any pension queue. It is the living flesh of our time, shabbily facetious and libidinous but decayed and dependent on spare parts. Other Denison pictures are more sombre, poetic, or horrendous. Even in their farthest extremity there is a often a quality of the real from which fantastic art is usually protected. One can sense that the painter is familiar with rigours and incongruites that are by no means imaginary. A first-aid officer sees violence and self-mutilation, and looks aggression and despair in the face - no painter can know better the constraints from which imagination is literally the only escape. Denisons best pictures have a quality of serious need. At 37 this remarkable painter is still little known, but Sir Roland Penrose reports that when Max Ernst came to England it was Denison that he wanted to hear about. In a year or two Denison will be famous and we shall wonder how we managed to neglect him. David Denison's work will be on show at Ilkley Manor House Yorkshire until August 17. Lawrence Gowing
SUNDAY TIMES LIFESPAN ARTS 24th July 1977 Pages 16/17 Science Fiction: an inter-galactic trip among the paper backs Review Alan Brien "...It turns out to be a donkey, a fearsome sight to a visitor from a planet without animals. Perhaps ESP has been at work, for almost the same incident occurs in Arthur Clarke's Imperial Earth (Pan 75p) where Duncan, another moon- man, this time from Saturn's satellite Titan, visits the home- land of Terra, from which his ancestors had emigrated to conquer new frontiers. He too has never seen an animal before, here a giant Percheron cart-horse. A mild, gentle eye, which from this distance seemed about as large as a fist, looked straight at Duncan, who started to laugh a little hysterically as the ap-parition withdrew. . . .. Look at it from my point of view. I've just met my first Monster from Outer Space. Thank God, it was friendly." The usual SF situations continue to be reversed with neat, mild wit as when Duncan cowers inwardly.at the thought that he might even be obliged to eat meat and is kept awake by the un- Titanly noises and, worse, smells of this weird place, at once primeval and decadent. Clarke is by no means a political innocent. As ever, he logically thinks out all the implications of his speculative fictions but his ' attitude remains Olympian..."
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OF TIME AND STARS Arthur C. Clarke 1972 The Sentinel "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 wait. I do not think we will have to wait for long."
ATUM R * ******** *** ****** R ATUM
LIFE OUT THERE THE TRUTH OF AND SEARCH FOR EXTRATERRESTRIAL LIFE Michael White1998 Page 99 "This has lead those involved with Seti to categorise potential civilisations into three distinct types" Page 100 ". ........ ... ......civilisation."
I SAY IS THAT GOD A STAR A STAR A GOD THAT IS * ******** *** ****** A STAR GOD IS HE IS A STAR GOD A GOD OF LIGHT IS IS A GOD OF LIGHT
OF TIME AND STARS Arthur C. Clarke 1972 Page 68 Into the Comet "Pickett's fingers danced over the beads, sliding them up and down the wires with lightning speed. There were twelve wires in all, so that the abacus could handle numbers up to 999,999,999,999 - or could be divided into separate sections where several independent calculations could be carried out simultaneously."
REACH FOR TOMORROW Arthur C. Clarke 1956 Introduction to 1989 Edition "However I have made some interesting discoveries; for instance, on the very first page of the first story, I see the number 9000. Ive no idea why I selected it again for HALs serial number 20 years later. . . "
HOW THOU ART FALLEN FROM HEAVEN O LUCIFER BRIGHT SON OF THE MORNING FELLED TO THE GROUND THAT DIDST WEAKEN THE NATIONS
IN LUCIFER YOU SEE FIRE YOU SEE FIRE IN LUCIFER IN HELL YOU SEE FIRE IN L U C FIRE
KNOW THEE MY IRE AND ENTER THE FIRE
THE ENGLISH ANGEL Peter Burton & Harland Walshaw Angles & Angels The Venerable Bede tells the story of the slave boys from Northumbria in the Forum at Rome. St Gregory, struck by their fair hair and blue eyes, asks their nationality. When told that they are Angles, he replies, with one of those rare puns that work in two languages, 'Non Angli, sed angeli.' Not Angles, but angels. Angels have also inhabited the imagination of English writers down the centuries. 'Most men know the make of angels and archangels: wrote Lord Byron, 'since there's scarce a scribbler has not one to show.' Most twentieth century scribblers, more surprisingly, had an angel to show from Robert Bridges to Ted Hughes, the poets laureate met their angels and relayed their messages. After all, the beginnings of English literature were angelically inspired. Caedmon, the first English poet, was a herdsman at Whitby Abbey when he was visited by an angel in a dream, who instructed him to write songs in his native tongue. Few poets who followed in his footsteps quite forgot their debt to Caedmon's angel. Page 6 England is a country where angel footsteps have often trod. A pilgrimage to angelic sites would take us to the shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham, repositioned by angels on firmer foundations while the builders slept; to Glastonbury Tor, where St Joseph and his community of hermits were guided by the Archangel Gabriel to build the first Christian church in Britain; to St Michael's Mount off the Cornish coast, where in AD 495 some fishermen saw the blessed Archangel on a rocky ledge, and where miraculous cures for the toothache were reported after his divine intercession; and to the tomb of the first English historian, Bede himself, recorder of others' angelic experiences, whose epitaph was completed by an angel while the stone carver paused, searching for a suitable adjective: it was the angel who gave to Bede the posthumous title, 'Venerable'. Page 5 'Non Angli, sed angeli.' Not Angles, but angels.
NON ANGLI SED ANGELI NOT ANGLES BUT ANGELS
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.
ATONEMENT AT ONE MENT ATONEMENT ATONEMENT AT ONE MENTALLY GODS MENTALLY AT ONE ATONEMENT
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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 MAGIC MOUNTAIN Thomas Mann 1924 Page 711 THE THUNDERBOLT "During those days of stifling expectation when the nerves of Europe were on the rack, Hans Castorp did not see Herr Settembrini. The newspapers with their wild, chaotic contents pressed up out of the depths to his very balcony, they disorganized the house, filled the dining room with their sulpherous stifling breath, even penetrated the chambers of the dying. There were moment when the "Seven-Sleeper," not knowing what had happened, was slowly stirring himself in the grass before he sat up, rubbed his eyes - yes, let us carry the figure to the end, in order to do justice to the movement of our hero's mind: he drew up his legs, stood up, looked about him. He saw himself released, freed from enchantment - not of his own motion, he was fain to confess, but by the operation of exterior powers, of whose activities his own liberation was a minor incident indeed! Yet though his tiny destiny fainted to nothing in the face of the general, was there not some hint of a personal mercy and grace for him, a manifestation of divine goodness and justice? Would life recieve again her erring and "delicate" child - not by a cheap and easy slipping back to her arms, but sternly, solemnly, penitentially - perhaps not even among the living, but only with three salvoes fired over the grave of him a sinner? Thus might he return. He sank to his knees, raising face and hands to a heaven that howsoever dark and sulphourous was no longer the gloomy grotto of his state of sin."
THE KORAN Everyman I will go with thee and be thy guide Translated from the Arabic by J. M. Rodwell The Oriental Institute, First published 1909 Page xix FORM In the standard form in which we have it today, the Qur'an is divided into 114 chapters of very unequal length, called suras. The suras are the working units of the revelation. They are largely composite. All but one (sura 9, which may well be unfinished) begin with the formula bi-smi llahi l-rahmani l-rahimi 'in the Name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate'; and in 29 suras this formula is followed by a group of letters of the Arabic alphabet (e.g. alif, lam, mim, found at the beginning of suras 2, 3, 2.9,30,31 and 32), whose function is unknown but which seem to be of mystical import. "All but one (sura 9, which may well be unfinished) begin with the formula bi-smi llahi l-rahmani l-rahimi 'in the Name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate'; and in 29 suras this formula is followed by a group of letters of the Arabic alphabet (e.g. alif, lam, mim, found at the beginning of suras 2, 3, 2.9,30,31 and 32), whose function is unknown but which seem to be of mystical import." "All but one (sura 9," (e.g. alif, lam, mim, found at the beginning of suras 2, 3, 2.9,30,31 and 32), whose function is unknown but which seem to be of mystical import." 2+ 3 + 2 + 9 + 30 + 31 + 32 = 109 Page xxiv "...However, by far the most interesting and instructive parallel is between Sura 12 and Genesis 37-47: the story of Joseph. The Quranic narrative, which includes details from the Midrash as well as Genesis, may at first seem rather sketchy, but in Arabic terms it is beautifully judged and effective. It is, incidentally, the only longish sura to be devoted to the telling of a single story." Page xxiii / "...In addition, Sura 18 includes two stories from the Christian periphery to the north of Arabia: the so-called legend of the Seven Sleepers and extracts from the Alexander romance."
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Seven Sleepers - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Seven Sleepers A legend about them tells of the falling asleep of seven young men in a cave, who wake up after a great deal of time has passed. The basic outline of the tale appears in Gregory of Tours (b. 538 - d. 594), and in Paul the Deacon's (b. 720 - d. 799) History of the Lombards. The best-known version of the story appears in Jacobus de Voragine's Golden Legend. Their story also appears in the Qur'an (Surah 18, verse 9-26) [1], which also includes the mention of an accompanying dog beside them. Contents [hide] [edit] The Legend 300 (or 309) years passed. At some later time — usually, during the reign of Theodosius (379 - 395) — the landowner decided to open up the sealed mouth of the cave, thinking to use it as a cattle pen. He opened it and found the sleepers inside. They awoke, imagining that they had slept but one day. One of their number returned to Ephesus. He was astounded to find buildings with crosses attached; the townspeople were astounded to find a man trying to spend old coins from the reign of Decius. The bishop was summoned to interview the sleepers; they told him their miracle story, and died praising God. [edit] The career of the legend [edit] Syriac Origins The Seven Sleepers form the subject of a homily in verse by the Edessan poet Jacob of Saruq ('Sarugh') (died 521), which was published in the Acta Sanctorum. Another 6th century version, in a Syrian manuscript in the British Museum (Cat. Syr. Mss, p. 1090), gives eight sleepers. There are considerable variations as to their names. Another Syriac version is printed in Land’s Anecdota, iii. 87ff; see also Barhebraeus, Chron. eccles. i. 142ff., and cf Assemani, Bib. Or. i. 335ff. [edit] Dissemination In the 7th century, the myth gained an even wider audience when it found a mention in the Qur'an, in Sura 18, Al-Kahf, verse 9 to 14. See Islamic interpretation. According to Islamic belief, the "myth" has basis in reality, and the "7 sleepers" were pious men who experienced a miracle of God due to their piety and devotion to Tawhid. (The Oneness of God). In the following century, Paul the Deacon told the tale in his History of the Lombards (i.4) but gave it a different setting: In the farthest boundaries of Germany toward the west-north-west, on the shore of the ocean itself, a cave is seen under a projecting rock, where for an unknown time seven men repose wrapped in a long sleep. During the period of the Crusades, bones from the sepulchres near Ephesus, identified as relics of the Seven Sleepers, were transported to Marseille, France in a large stone coffin, which remained a trophy of the church of Saint Victoire, Marseille. The Seven Sleepers were included in the Golden Legend compilation, the most popular book of the later Middle Ages, which fixed a precise date for their resurrection, AD 378, in the reign of Theodosius.(1) [edit] Early modern literature [edit] Modern literature appearances By the pleasant lake the sleepers lie, The Flight of the Eagles series[2] by Gilbert Morris takes a modern approach to the legend, in which seven teenagers must be awakened to fight evil in a post-nuclear-apocalypse world. [edit] Islamic interpretation Muhammad was challenged by the people of Makkah who did not believe in his message and prophethood by a question that the people of Makkah passed to him from the Jews. The Jews knew that Muhammad would only be able to tell the story if he was indeed a prophet. The Jews told the non-believers of Makkah to ask Muhammad "who are the youngs who disappeared, and how many were they?". Muhammad had no clue and told that he would answer them tomorrow, waiting for the answer to be revealed to him through Gebreil. The answer was revealed to Muhammad in a complete Surah named after the cave (Al-Kahf) of the seven sleepers. The Quran revealed the exact story that the Jews knew of, and it answered the questions (how many were the youngs, and for how many years they disappeared) similarly to the information they had. The Quran did not confirm that they slept for 309 years, instead it says that God knows better their duration of sleep. 309 years are words og mouths of people.The Quran however did not give an exact answer to how many were they. It mentioned that some people would tell they are 3 or 5 or 7 in addition to one dog. Jews did not know exactly how many were they 3 or 5 or 7, and were astonished when they knew that the Quran gave all the possible numbers they would suspect for the sleepers. Mentioning the story in the Quran and the concurrent events that happened before revealing the story is claimed to confirm that the Quran was revealed by God and it contains only the words of God and not those of Muhammad, since it contained information that Muhammad did not know of. The Qur'an states that the period of time these sleepers spent in the cave was three hundred years during which the calendar of their people was changed from solar to lunar and, as a result, the period of their sleep has increased to 309 (lunar) years. When they woke up, they had no idea they slept for centuries and thought they only slept a few hours. When they sent one of them to buy food, the coins he used to buy food were out of circulation and drew the attention of the town's people. After the story was widely known, the sleepers died. The Qur'an also mentions a dog among the sleepers, in the 18th verse of the 18th chapter, Surah Al-Kahf. Thou wouldst have deemed them awake, whilst they were asleep, and We turned them on their right and on their left sides: their dog stretching forth his two fore-legs on the threshold: if thou hadst come up on to them, thou wouldst have certainly turned back from them in flight, and wouldst certainly have been filled with terror of them. . (Surah Al-Kahf, Qur'an: 18) The ninth verse of Surah Al Kahf touch upon this group's extraordinary situation. As the narrative unfolds, it is seen that their experiences are of an unusual and metaphysical nature. Their entire life is full of miraculous developments. The tenth verse tells us that those young people sought refuge in the cave from the existing oppressive system, which did not allow them to express their views, tell the truth, and call to Allah's religion. Thus, they distanced themselves from their society. Do you consider that the Companions of the Cave and Ar-Raqim were one of the most remarkable of Our Signs? When the young men took refuge in the cave and said: 'Our Lord, give us mercy directly from You and open the way for us to right guidance in our situation. (Surah Al-Kahf, Qur'an: 9-10) So We sealed their ears with sleep in the cave for a number of years. Then We woke them up again so that we might see which of the two groups would better calculate the time they had stayed there. (Surah Al-Kahf, Qur'an: 11-12) The reason for this state of sleep was their surrender to fate and peace, because Allah, arranges everything for the benefit of the believers. The Qur'an also states that the number of sleepers will be known to God, and only a handful of people. A couple of estimates have been mentioned regarding their true number, as per popular opinion, probably by the time of Muhammed, but quickly rejected as mere conjectures. Such as, they were three, fourth being the dog or they were five, sixth being the dog, etc. However, when a final count of 'seven and their dog being the eighth' is mentioned, muslims generally consider that an approval from God about their correct number, since it is not followed by an explicit rejection of the correctness of that number. Although the very next verse states that the knowledge of their correct number stays with God alone and a few select, it is taken as a reminder that despite the alleged revelation to Muhammad and a legendary mention throughout history, most people do not have any first-hand evidence to support any claims regarding their correct number, if not their very existence. They will say: 'There were three of them, their dog being the fourth.' They will say: 'There were five of them, their dog being the sixth,' guessing at the Unseen. And they will say: 'There were seven of them, their dog being the eighth.' Say: 'My Lord knows best their number. Those who know about them are very few.' So do not enter into any argument concerning them, except in relation to what is clearly known. And do not seek the opinion of any of them regarding them. (Surah Al-Kahf, Qur'an: 22) [edit] Linguistic derivatives in Scandinavian, German and Hungarian [edit] Notes [edit] External references Seven Sleepers videos
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JOURNAL OF THE SOCIETY FOR PSYCHICAL RESEARCH UNSNARLING THE WORLD-KNOT: CONSCIOUSNESS, FREEDOM, AND THE MIND- BODY PROBLEM David Ray Griffin. University of California Press, Berkeley, 1997. xv + 266 pp. Volume 62 Number 851 April 1998 Page 368
THE STARGATE CONSPIRACY Lynn Picknett & Clive Prince Page206 "According to writers Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird, Daniels - who studied the effects of electro- magnetic waves on human beings - became convinced, in the 1970s, of the existence of some kind of intelligent force in the universe that operated through electromagnetic frequencies and that 'human beings can mentally interact with it,.47"
CLOSER TO THE LIGHT Melvin L. Morse and Paul Perry 1990 Page 78 SPIRIT IN MEDICINE CONJURED DEATHS AND ANCIENT RULERS "Deep in an underground chamber
a solemn group of men is seeking guidance from death. They are
dressed in white robes and chanting softly around a casket that
is sealed with wax. One of their members is steadfastly counting
to himself, carefully marking the time. After about eight minutes,
the casket is opened, and the man who nearly suffocated inside
is revived by the rush of fresh air. He tells the men around him
what he saw. As he passed out from lack of oxygen, he saw a light
that became brighter and larger as he sped toward it through a
tunnel. From that light came a radiant person in white who delivered
a message of eternal life. Page 82 The Tibetan Book of the Dead gives the dying person con-trol over his own death and rebirth; The Tibetans, who be-lieved in reincarnation, felt that the dying person could influence his own destiny. The Tibetans called. this book Bardo Thodol, or "Liberation by Hearing on the After-Death Plane." It was meant to be read after death to help the de-ceased find the right path. Part of what the priest is supposed
to read goes like this: "Thy own intellect, which is now
voidness. . . thine own consciousness, not formed into anything,
in reality void. . .will first experience the Radiance of the
Fundamental Clear Light of Pure Reality. "Their Song of the Dead reads
like a poetic version of a near-death experience. It practically
scores off the top of the scale of the Near-Death Experience Validity
Scale developed by researcher Kenneth Ring. The Song reads like
this: It ended with his heart transformed
into a star. All of these cultures believed they left their bodies and embarked on a spiritual voyage, a journey that had the same traits as that of Katie, who nearly drowned in that swimming pool in Idaho."
I AM SEEKING THE EYE OF HORUS THAT I MIGHT BRING IT BACK AND COUNT IT
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KEEPER OF GENESIS A QUEST FOR THE HIDDEN LEGACY OF MANKIND Robert Bauval Graham Hancock 1996 Return to the Beginning Page 283 'I stand before the masters who witnessed the genesis, who were the authors of their own forms, who walked the dark, circuitous passages of their own becoming. . .
I stand before the masters who witnessed the transformation of the body of a man into the body in spirit, who were witnesses to resurrection when the corpse of Osiris entered the mountain and the soul of Osiris walked out shining. . . when he came forth from death, a shining thing, his face white with heat. . . I stand before the masters who know the histories of the dead, who decide which tales to hear again, who judge the books of lives as either fun or empty, who are themselves authors of truth. And they are Isis and Osiris, the divine intelligences. And when the story is written and the end is good and the soul of a man is perfected, with a shout they lift him into heaven. . .' Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead (Norrnandi Ellis translation)
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PLUTARCH Plutarch; "On Isis and Osiris (De Iside et Osiride)" transl. by Frank Cole Babbitt, in Plutarch's Moralia, Vol. V, Loeb Classical Library, Harvard University Plutarch; "On Isis and Osiris (De Iside et Osiride)
ISIS HORUS OSIRIS THE CHRISTOS OF SPIRIT THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTOS
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Wormwood (star) From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to: navigation, search Wormwood, αψινθιον (apsinthion) in Greek, is a star, or angel,[1] that appears in the Biblical New Testament Book of Revelation.
[edit] Wormwood in the Bible although the word Wormwood appears several times in the Old Testament, translated from the Hebrew term לענה (la'anah), e.g., Deuteronomy 29:18 and Jeremiah 9:15, its only clear reference as a named entity occurs in the New Testament book of Revelation: "And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter." (Revelation 8:10, 11 - KJB). Certain commentators have held that this "great star" represents one of several important figures in political or ecclesiastical history,[2] while other Bible dictionaries and commentaries view the term as a reference to a celestial being. A Dictionary of The Holy Bible states, "the star called Wormwood seems to denote a mighty prince, or power of the air, the instrument, in its fall, of sore judgments on large numbers of the wicked."[3] Scofield Reference Notes draws a link between the term in Revelation and Isaiah 14:12,[4] which reads, "How you have fallen from heaven,O Lucifer , son of the morning! You have been cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations!" (King James Bible) KJB
HOW YOU HAVE FALLEN FROM EVEN O LUCIFER BRIGHT SON OF THE MORNING
THE DIVINE COMEDY OF DANTE ALIGHIERI (1265-1321) THE FLORENTINE CANTICA I HELL (L'INFERNO) INTRODUCTION Page 9 "Midway this way of life we're bound upon I woke to find myself in a dark wood, Where the right road was wholly lost and gone." Page 9 "Power failed high fantasy here; yet, swift to move Even as a wheel moves equal, free from jars, Already my heart and will were wheeled by love, The Love that moves the sun and other stars."
WOMEN WHO RUN WITH THE WOLVES CONTACTING THE POWER OF THE WILD WOMEN Clarissa Pinkola Estes 1992 Page 25 "In the southwest the archetype of the old woman can also be apprehended as old La Que Sabe, The one who knows. I first came to understand La Que Sabe when I lived in the Sangre de Cristo mountains in New Mexico, under the heart of Lobo Peak. An old witch from Ranchos told me that La Que Sabe knew everything about women, that La Que Sabe had created women from a wrinkle on the sole of her divine foot: This is why women are knowing creatures: they are made in essence of the skin of the sole, which feels everything. This idea that the skin of the foot is sentient had the ring of a truth, for an acculturated Kiche tribes woman once told me that she'd worn her first pair of shoes when she was twenty years old and was still not used to walking con los oios vendados, with blindfolds on her feet."
THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD Edited by W.Y. Evans-Wentz " III. The Esoteric Significance Of the Forty-Nine Days Of The Bardo" Page 6 " Turning now to our text itself, we find that structurally it is founded upon the symbolic number Forty-nine, the square of the sacred number Seven; for, according to occult teachings common to Northern Buddhism and to that Higher Hinduism which the Hindu-born Bodhisattva Who became the Buddha Gautama, the Reformer of the Lower Hinduism and the codifier of the secret Lore, never repudiated,there are seven worlds or seven degrees of Maya 2 within the sangsara, 3 con-stituted as seven globes of a planetery chain. On each globe there are seven rounds of evolution, making the forty-nine (seven times seven) stations of active existence. As in the / Page 7 / embryonic state in the human species the foetus passes through every form of organic structure from the amoeba to man, the highest mammal, so in the after-death state, the embryonic state of the psychic world, the Knower or principle of consciousness, anterior to its re-emergence in gross matter, ana-logously experiences purely psychic conditions. In other words, in both these interdependent embryonic processes - the one physical , the other psychical - the evolutionary and the involutionary attainments, corresponding to the forty-nine stations of existence, are passed through. Similarly, the forty-nine days of the Bardo may also be Symbolical of the Forty and Nine Powers of the Mystery of the Seven Vowels. In Hindu mythology, whence much of the Bardo symbolism originated, these Vowels were the Mystery of the Seven Fires and their forty-nine subdivisional fires or aspects. They are also represented by the Svastika signs upon the crowns of the seven heads of the Serpent of Eternity of the Northern Buddhist Mysteries, originating in ancient India. In Hermetic writings they are the seven zones of after-death, or Bardo , experiences, each symbolizing the eruption in the Intermediate State of a particular seven-fold element of the complex principle of consciousness, thus giving the consciousness-principle forty-nine aspects, or fires, or fields of manifestation 1. The number seven has long been a sacred number among Aryan and other races. Its use in the Revelation of John illustrates this, as does the conception of the seven day being regarded as holy. In Nature, the number seven governs the periodicity and phenomena of life,as, for example, in the series of chemical elements, in the physics of sound and colour, and it is upon the number forty-nine, or seven times seven, that the Bardo Thodol is thus scientifically based."
The Tibetan Book of the Dead Edited by W.Y. Evans-Wentz " III. The Esoteric Significance Of the Forty-Nine Days Of The Bardo" Page 6 " Turning now to our text itself, we find that structurally it is founded upon the symbolic number Forty-nine, the square of the sacred number Seven; for, according to occult teachings common to Northern Buddhism and to that Higher Hinduism which the Hindu-born Bodhisattva Who became the Buddha Gautama, the Reformer of the Lower Hinduism and the codifier of the secret Lore, never repudiated, there are seven worlds or seven degrees of Maya 2 within the sangsara, 3 con-stituted as seven globes of a planetery chain. On each globe there are seven rounds of evolution, making the forty-nine (seven times seven) stations of active existence."
THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN Thomas Mann 1924
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Page 653 Chapter VII "…EDHIN KROKOWSKI'S lectures had in the swift passage of the years taken an unexpected turn His researches, which dealt with psycho-analysis and the dream-life of humanity, had always had a subterranean, not to say catacombish character;but now by a transition so gradual that one scarcely marked it, they had passed over to the frankly supernatural, and his fortnightly lectures in the dining-room - the prime attraction of the house, the pride of the prospectus, delivered in a drawling foreign voice, in frock coat and sandals from behind a little covered table, to the rapt and motionless Berghof audience- these lectures no longer treated of the disguised activities of love and the retransformation of the illness into the conscious emotion. They had gone on to the ex-traordinary phenomena of hypnotism and somnambulism, telep-athy, "dreaming true" and second sight; the marvels of hysteria, the expounding of which widened the philosophic horizon to such an extent that suddenly before the listener's eyes would glitter / Page 654 / darkly puzzles like that of the relation of matter to the psychical, yes even the puzzle of life itself, which it appeared, was easier to approach by uncanny, even morbid paths than by the way of health…" "… The field of his study had always been those wide, dark tracts of the human soul, which one had been used to call the subconsciousness, though they might perhaps be better called the superconsciousness, since from them sometimes emanates a know-ingness beyond anything of which the conscious intelligence is capable, and giving rise to the hypothesis that there may subsist connexions and associations between the lowest and least illumined regions of the individual soul and a wholly knowing All-soul. The province of the subconscious,"occult" in the proper sense of the word, very soon shows itself to be occult in the narrower sense as well, and forms one of the sources whence flow the phenomena we have agreed to characterize But that is not all. Whoever recognizes a symptom of organic disease as an effect of the conscious soul-life of forbidden and hystericized emotions, recognizes the creative force of the psychical within the material - a force which one is inclined to claim as a second source of magic phenomena. Idealist of the pathological, not to say patho-logical idealist, he sees himself at the point of departure of certain trains of thought which will shortly issue in the problem of existence, that is to say in the problem of the relation between spirit and matter. The materialist, son of a philosophy of sheer animal vigour can never be dissuaded from explaining spirit as a mere phosphorescent product of matter; whereas the idealist, proceed-ing from the principle of creative hysteria, is inclined, and very readily resolved, to answer the question of primacy in the exactly opposite sense. Take it all in all, there is here nothing less than the old strife over which was first, the chicken or the egg - a strife which assumes its extraordinary complexity from the fact / Page 655 / that no egg is thinkable except one laid by a hen, and no hen that has not crept out of a previously postulated egg. Well then, it was such matters as these that Dr. Krokowski discussed in his lectures. He came upon organically, legitimately - that fact cannot be over-emphasized. We will even add that he had already begun to treat of them before the arrival of Ellen Brand upon the scene of action, and the progress of matters into the empirical and experimental stage. Who was Ellen Brand? We had almost forgotten that our readers do not know her, so familiar to us is the name. Who was she? Hardly anybody,at first glance. A sweet young thing of nineteen years a flaxen haired Dane,…" "…Now this little Fraulein Brand, this friendly-natured little Danish bicycle-rider and stoop shouldered young counter jumper, had things about her, of which no one could have dreamed,…" "…and these it became Dr. Krokowski's affair to lay bare in all their extraordinariness. The learned man received his first hint in the course of a general evening conversation. Various guessing games were being played; hidden objects found by the aid of strains from the piano, which swelled higher when one approached the right spot, and died away when the seeker strayed away on a false scent. Then one person went outside and waited while it was decided what task he should perform; as, exchanging the rings of two selected persons; inviting someone to dance by making three bows before her; taking a / Page 656 / designated book from the shelves and presenting it to this or that person - and more of the same kind. It is worthy of remark that such games had not been the practice among the Bergof guests. Who had introduced them was not afterwards easy to decide;certainly it had not been Elly Brand, yet they had begun since her arrival. The participants were nearly all old friends of ours, among them Hans Castorp. They showed themselves apt in greater or lesser degree - some of them were entirely incapable. But Elly Brand's talent was soon seen to be surpassing,striking unseemly. Her power of finding hidden articles was passed over with ap-plause and admiring laughter. But when it came to a concerted series of actions they were struck dumb. She did whatever they had covenanted she should do, did it directly she entered the room; with a gentle smile, without hesitation, without the help of music.She fetched a pinch of salt from the dining room, sprinkled it over Lawyer Paravant's head, took him by the hand, led him to the piano and played the beginning of a nursery ditty with his forefinger: then brought him back to his seat curtseyed, fetched a footstool and finally seated herself at his feet, all of that being precisely what they had cudgelled their brains to set her for a task. She had been listening. She reddened.With a sense of relief at her embarrassment they began in chorus to chide her; but she assured them she had not blushed in that sense. She had not listened, not outside, not at the door, truly, truly she had not! Not outside not at the door? "Oh, no" - she begged their pardon. She had listened after she came back in the room she could not help it. How not help it? Something whispered to her, she said it whispered and told her what to do, softly but quite clearly and distinctly. Obviously that was an admission. In a certain sense she was aware, she had confessed, that she had cheated. She should have said beforehand that she was no good to play such a game, if she had the advantage of being whispered to . A competition loses all sense if one of the competitors has unnatural advantages over the others.In a sporting sense, she was straightway disqualified - but disqualified in a way that made chills run up and down their backs. With one voice they called on Dr.Krokowski, they ran to fetch him and he came. He was immediately at home in the situation, and stood there, sturdy, heartily smiling, in his very essence inviting confidence. breathless they told him they had / Page 657 / something quite abnormal for him an omniscient;, a girl with voices. Yes, yes? Only let them be calm, they should see. This was his native heath, quagrnirish and uncertain footing enough for the rest of them, yet he moved upon it with assured tread. He asked questions, and they told him. Ah there she was - come, my , child, is it true, what they are telling me? And he laid his hand on her head, as scarcely anyone could resist doing. Here was much ground for interest, none at all for consternation. He plunged the gaze of his brown, exotic eyes deep into Ellen Brand's blue ones, and ran his hand down over her shoulder and arm, stroking her gently. She returned his gaze with increasing subInission, her head inclined slowly toward her shoulder and breast. Her eyes were actually beginning to glaze, when the master made a careless out-ward motion with his hand before her face. Immediately there- after he expressed his opinion that everything was in perfect order, and sent the overwrought company off to the evening cure, with the exception of Elly Brand, with whom he said he wished to have a little chat. A little chat. Quite so. But nobody felt easy at the word, it was just the sort of word Krokowski the merry comrade used by preference, and it gave them cold shivers. Hans Castorp, as he sought his tardy reclining-chair, remembered the feeling with which he had seen Elly's illicit achievements and heard her shame- faced explanation,.as though the ground were shifting under his feet, and givmg him a slIghtly qualmish feeling, a mild seasick-ness. He had never been in an earthquake, but he said to himself that one must experience a like sensation of unequivocal alarm. But he had also felt great curiosity at these fateful gifts of Ellen Brand, combined, it is true, with the knowledge that their field was with difficulty accessible to the spirit, and the doubt as to whether it was not barren, or even sinful, so far as he was con-cerned - all which did not prevent his feeling from being what in fact it actually was, curiosity. Like everybody else, Hans Ca-storp had, at his time of life, heard this and that about the mys-teries of nature, or the supernatural. We have mentioned the clairvoyante great-aunt, of whom a melancholy tradition had come down. But the world of the supernatural, though theoretically and objectively he had recognized its existence, had never come close to him, he had never had any practical experience of it. And his aversion from it, a matter of taste, an resthetic revulsion, a re-action of human pride - if we may use such large words in con-nexion with our modest hero - was almost as great as his curi-osity. He felt beforehand, quite clearly, that such experiences, / Page 658 / whatever the course of them, could never be anything but in bad taste, unintelligible and humanly valueless. Arid yet he was on fire to go through them. He .was aware that his alternative of "barren" or else "sinful," bad enough in itself, was in reality not an alternative at all, since the two ideas fell together, and calling a thing spiritually unavailable was only an a-moral way of expressing its forbidden character. But the "placet experiri" planted in Hans Castorp's mind by one who would surely and re-soundingly have reprobated any experimentation at all in this field was planted firmly enough. By little and little his morality and his curiosity approached. and overlapped, or had probably always done so; the pure curiosity of inquiring youth on its travels, which had already brought him pretty close to the forbidden field, what time he tasted the mystery of personality, and for which he had even claimed the justification that it too was almost military in character, in that it did not weakly avoid the forbidden, when it presented itself. Hans Castorp came to the final resolve not to avoid; but to stand his ground if it came to more developments in the case of Ellen Brand. Dr. Krokowski had issued a strict prohibition against any further experimentation on the part of the laity upon Fraulein Brand's mysterious gifts. He had pre-empted the child for his scientific use, held sittings with her in his analytical oubliette, hypnotized her, it was reported, in an effort to arouse and discipline her slum- bering potentialities, to make researches into her previous psychic life. Hermine Kleefeld, who mothered and patronized the child, tried to do the same; and under the seal of secrecy a certain number of facts were ascertained, which under the same seal she spread throughout the house, even unto the porter's lodge. She learned, for example, that he who - or that which - whispered the answers into the little one's ear at games was called Holger. This Holger was the departed and etherealized spirit of a young man, the familiar, something like the guardian angel, of little Elly. So it was he who had told all that about the pinch of salt and the tune played with Lawyer Paravant's forefinger? Yes, those spirit lips, so close to her ear that ther were like a caress, and ticklea a little, making her smile, had whispered her what to do. It must have been very nice when she was in school and had not prepared her lesson to have him tell her the answers. Upon this point Elly was silent. Later she said she thought he would not have been allowed. It would be forbidden to him to mix in such serious matters - and moreover, he would probably not have known the answers himself. / Page 659 / It was learned, further, that from her childhood up Ellen had had visions, though at widely separated intervals of time; visions, visible and invisible. What sort of thing were they, now - in- visible visions? Well, for example: when she was a girl of sixteen, she had been sitting one day alone in the living-room of her par-ents' house, sewing at a round table, with her father's dog Freia lying near her on the carpet. The table was covered with a Turk- ish shawl, of the kind old women wear three-cornered across their shoulders. It covered the table diagonally, with the corners some-what hanging over. Suddenly Ellen had seen the comer nearest her roll slowly up. Soundlessly, carefully, and evenly it turned itself up, a good distance toward the centre of the table, So that the resultant roll was rather long; and while this was happening, the dog Freia started up wildly, bracing her forefeet, the hair rising on her body. She had stood on her hind legs, then run howling into the next room and taken refuge under a sofa. For a whole year thereafter she could not be persuaded to set foot in the living-room. Was it Holger, Fraulein KIeefeld asked, who had rolled up the cloth? Little Brand did not know. And what had she thought about. the affair? .But since it was absolutely impossible to think anything about it, little Elly had thought nothing at all. Had she told her parents? No. That was odd. Though so sure she had thought nothing about it, Elly had had a distinct impression, in this and similar cases, that she must keep it to herself, make a profound and shamefaced secret of it. Had she taken it. much to heart? No, not particularly. What was there about the rolling up of a cloth to cake to heart? But other things she. had - for ex- ample, the following: A year before, in her parent's house at Odense, she had risen, as was her custom, in the cool of the early morning and left her room on the ground-floor, to go up to the breakfast-room, in order to brew the morning co.ffee before her parents rose. She had almost reached the landing, .where the stairs turned, when she saw standing there close by the steps her elder sister Sophie, who had married and gone to America to live. There she was, her physical presence, in a white gown, with, curiously enough, a garland of moist water-lilies on her head, her hands folded against one shoulder, and nodded to her sister. Ellen, rooted to the spot, half joyful, half terrified, cried out: ".Oh, Sophie, is that you? " Sophie had nodded once again, and dissolved. She became gradually transparent, soon she was only visible as an ascending current of warm air, then not visible at all, so that Ellen's / Page 660 / path was clear. Later it transpired that Sister Sophie had died of heart trouble in New Jersey, at that very hour. Hans Castorp, when Frauleinl Kleefeld related this to him, ex-pressed the view that there was some sort of sense in it: the apparition here, the death there - after all, they did hang together.And he consented to be present at a spiritualistic sitting, a table tipping, glass-moving game which they had determined to undertake with Ellen Brand, behind Dr Kronowski's back, and in defiance of his jealous prohibition. A small and select group assembled for the purpose, their theatre being Fraulein Kleefeld's room. Besides the hostess, Fraulein Brand, and Hans Castorp, there was only Frau Stohr, Fraulein Levi, Herr Albin, the Czech Wenzel,and Dr.Ting-Fu. In the evening, on the stroke of ten, they gathered privily, and in whispers mustered the apparatus Hermine had provided, consisting of a medium-sized round table without a cloth, placed in the centre of the room, with a wine glass upside-down upon it, the foot in the air. Round the edge of the table, at regular intervals, were placed twenty-six little bone counters, each with a letter of the alphabet written on it in pen and ink.Fraulein Kleefeld served tea, which was gratefully received, as Frau Stohr and Fraulein Levi,despite the harmlessness of the undertaking, complained of cold feet and palpitations. Cheered by the tea, they took their places about the table, in the rosy twilight dispensed by the pink-shaded table-lamp, as Fraulein Kleefeld, in concession to the mood of the gath-ering, had put out the ceiling light; and each of them laid a finger of his right hand lightly on the foot of the wineglass. This was the prescribed technique.They waited for the glass to move. That should happen with ease ,The top of the table was smooth, the rim of the glass well ground, the pressure of the tremulous fingers, however lightly laid on, certainly unequal, some of it being exerted vertically, some rather sidewise, and probably in sufficient strength to cause the glass finally to move from its posi-tion in the centre of the table. On the periphery of its field it would come in contact with the marked counters ; and if the letters on these, when put together, made words that conveyed any sort of sense, the resultant phenomena would be complex and contaminate, a mixed product of conscious, half-conscious, and unconscious elements; the actual desire and pressure of some, to whom the wish was father to the act, whether or not they were aware of what they did ; and the secret acquiescence of some dark stratum in the soul of the generality, a common if subterranean effort toward seemingly strange experiences, in which the sup- / Page 661 / pressed self of the individual was more or less involved, most strongly, of course, that of little Elly. This they all knew be- forehand - Hans Castorp even blurted out something of the sort ,after his fashion, as they sat and waited. The ladies palpitation and cold extremities the forced hilarity of the men, arose from their knowledge that they were come together in the night to embark on an unclean traffic with their own natures, a fearsome prying into unfamiliar regions of themselves, and that they were awaiting the appearance of those illusory or half-realities which we call magic. It was almost entirely for form's sake' and came about quite conventionally, that they asked the spirits of the departed to speak to them through the movement of the glass. Herr Albin offered to be spokesman and deal with such spirits as mani-fested themselves - he had already had a little experience at seances. Twenty minutes or more went by. The whisperings had run dry, the first tension relaxed. They supported their right arms at the elbow with their left hands. The Czech Wenzel was almost dropping off. Ellen Brand rested her finger lightly on the glass and directed her pure, childlike gaze away into the rosy light from the table lamp. Suddenly the glass tipped, knocked,and ran away from under their hands. They had difficulty in keeping their fingers on it. It pushed over to the very edge of the table, ran along it for a space, then slanted back nearly to the middle; tapped again and remained quiet They were all startled ; favourably, yet with some alarm. Frau Stohr whimpered that she would like to stop, but they told her she should have thought of that before, she must just keep quiet now. Things seemed in train. They stipulated that, in order to answer yes or no the glass need not run to the letters, but might give one or two knocks instead. Is there an Intelligence present? Herr Albin asked, severly directing his gaze over their heads into vacancy. After some hesitation, the glass tipped and said yes. " What is your name?" Herr Albin asked, almost gruffly, and emphasized his energetic speech by shaking his head. The glass pushed off. It ran with resolution from one point to another, executing a zig zag by returning each time a little distance towards the centre of the table. It visited H, O,and L, then seemed exhausted; but pulled itself together again and sought out the G, and E, and the R. .Just as they thought. It was Holger in person, the spirit Holger, who understood such matters as the / Page 662 pinch of salt and that, but knew better than to mix into lessons at school. He was there, floating in the air, above the heads of the little circle. What should they do with him? A certain diffidence possessed them, they took counsel behind their hands, what they were to ask him. Herr Albin decided to question him about his position and occupation in life, and did so, as before, severely, with frowning brows; as though he were a cross-examining counsel. The glass was silent awhile. Then it staggered over to the P, zigzagged and returned to O. Great suspense. Dr. Ting-Fu gig-gled and said Holger must be a poet. Frau Stohr began to laugh hysterically; which the glass appeared to resent, for after indicating the E it stuck and went no further. However, it seemed fairly clear that Dr. Ting-Fu was right. What the deuce, so Holger was a poet? The glass revived, and superfluously, inapparent pridefulness, rapped yes. A lyric poet, Fraulein Kleefeld asked? She said ly - ric, as Hans Castorp in-voluntarily noted. Holger was disinclined to. specify. He gave no new answer, merely spelled out again, this time quickly and un-hesitatingly; the word poet, adding the T he had left off before. Good, then, a poet. The constraint increased. It was a con-straint that in reality had to do with manifestations on the part of uncharted regions of their own inner, their subjective selves, but which, because of the illusory, half-actual conditions of these manifestations, referred itself to the objective and external. Did Holger feel at home, and content, in his present state? Dreamily, the glass spelled out the word tranquil. Ah, tranquil. It was not a word one would have hit upon oneself, but after the glass spelled it out, they found it well chosen and probable. And how long had Holger been in this tranquil state? The answer to this was again something one would never have thought of, and dreamily answered; it was " A hastening while." Very good. As a piece of ventriloquistic poesy from the Beyond, Hans Castorp, in particular, found it capital. A " hastening while" was the time-element Hol- ger lived in: and of course he had to answer as it were in parables, having very likely forgorten how to use earthly terminology and standards of exact measurement. Fraulein Levi confessed her curi-osity to know how he looked, or had looked, more or less. Had he been a handsome youth? Herr Albin said she might ask him her-self, he found the request beneath his dignity. So she asked if the spirit had fair hair. "Beautiful brown, brown curls," the glass responded, delib-erately spelfing out the word brown twice. There was much merri- / Page 663 / ment over this. The ladies said they were in love with him. They kissed their hands at the ceiling. Dr. Ting-Fu, giggling said Mister Holger must be rather vain. Ah, what a fury the glass fell into! It ran like mad about the table, quite at random, rocked with rage, fell over and rolled into Frau Stohr's lap who stretched out her arms and looked down at it pallid with fear. They apologetically conveyed it back to its station, and rebuked the chinaman. How had he dared to say such a thing - did he see what his indiscretion had led to? Suppose Hol-ger was up and off in his wrath, and refused to say another word! They addressed themselves to the glass with the extreme of cour-tesy. Would Holger not make up some poetry for them? He had said he was a poet, before he went to hover in the hastening while.Ah, how they all yearned to hear him versify! They would love it so! And lo, the good glass yielded and said yes! Truly there was something placable and good-humoured about the way it tapped. And then Holger the spirit began to poetize, and kept it up, circumstantially, without pausing for thought, for dear knows how long . It seemed impossible to stop him. And what a suprising poem it was, this ventriloquist effort, delivered to the admiration of the circle - stuff of magic, and shoreless as the sea of which it largely dealt. Sea-wrack in heaps and bands along the narrow strand of the far flung bay; an islanded coast, girt by steep, cliffy dunes. Ah see the dim green distance faint and die into eternity, while beneath broad veils of mist in dull carmine and milky radiancethe summer sun delays! to sink. No word can utter how and when the watery mirror turned from silver into untold changeful colour-play, to bright or pale, to spreading, opaline and moonstone gleams or how, mysteriously as it came, the voiceless magic died away. The sea slumbered yet the last traces of the sunset linger above and beyond. Until deep in the night it had not grown dark: a ghostly twilight reigns in the pine forrest on the downs, bleaching the sand until it looks like snow. A simulated winter forest all in silence, save where an owl wings rustling flight. Let us stray here at this hour - so soft the sand beneath our tread, so sublime, so mild the night! Far beneath us the sea respires slowly and murmers a long whisperings in its dream. Does it crave thee to see it again? Step forth to the sallow, glacierlike cliffs of the dunes, and climb quite up into the softness, that runs coolly into thy shoes.The land falls harsh and bushy steeply down to the pebbly shore, and still the parting remnants of the day haunt the edge of the vanishing sky. Lie down here in the sand! How cool as death it is, / Page 664 / how soft as silk, as flour! It flows in a colourless, thin stream from thy hand and makes a dainty little mound besides thee. Doest thou recognize it this tiny flowing ? It is the soundless, tiny stream through the hour-glass, that solemn, fragile toy that adorns the hermit's hut. An open book, a skull, and in its slender frame the double glass, holding a little sand, taken from eternity, to prolong here as time, its troubling, solemn, mysterious essence… Thus Holger the spirit and his lyric improvisation, ranging with weird flights of thought from the familiar sea-shore to the cell of a hermit and the tools of his mystic contemplation. And there was more; more, human and divine, involved in daring and dreamlike terminology -over which the members of the little circle puzzled endlessly as they spelled it out; Scarcely finding time for hurried though rapturous applause, so swiftly did the glass zigzag back and forth, so swiftly the words rollon and on. There was no dis-tant prospect of a period, even at the end of an hour. The glass improvised inexhaustably of the pangs of birth and the first kiss of lovers; the crown of sorrows, the fatherly goodness of God; plunged into the mysteries of creation, lost itself in other times and lands, in interstellar space; even mentioned the Chaldeans and the zodiac; and would most certainly have gone on all night, if the conspiritors had not taken their fingers from the glass, and expressing their gratitude to Holger, told him that must suffice them for the time, it had been wonderful beyond their wildest dreams, it was an everlasting pity there had been no one at hand to take it down, for now it must inevitably be forgotten, yes alas, they had already forgotten most of it, thanks to its quality which made it hard to retain, as dreams are. Next time they must ap-point an amanuesis to take it down, and see how it would look in black and white, and read connectedly. For the moment how-ever, and before Holger withdrew to the tranquillity of his hasten-ing while, it would be better, and certainly most amiable of him, if he would consent to answer a few practical questions. They scarcely as yet knew what, but would he at least be in principle inclined to do so, in his great amiability? The answer was yes. But now they discovered a great perplex-ity what should they ask? It was as in the fairy-story, when the fairy or elf grants one question, and there is danger of letting the precious advantage slip through the fingers. There was much in the world much of the future, that seemed worth knowing, yet it was so difficult to choose. At length, as no one seemed able to settle, Hans Castorp, with his finger on the glass, supporting his cheek on his fist, said he would like to know what was to be / Page 665 / the actual length of his stay up here, instead of the three weeks originally fixed. Very well since they thought of nothing better, let the spirit out of the fullness of his knowledge answer this chance query. The glass hesitated then pushed off. It spelled out something very queer, which none of them succeeded in fathoming, it made the word , or the syllable Go, and then the word Slanting and then something about Hans Castorp's room. That was to say, through number thirty-four. What was the sense of that ? As they sat puzzling and shaking their heads, suddenly there came the heavy thump of a fist on the door. They all jumped. Was it a surprise? Was Dr. Krokowski stand- ing without, come to break up the forbidden session? They looked up guiltily, expecting thc betrayed one to enter. But then came a crashing knock on the middle of the table, as if to testify that the first knock too had come from the inside and not the outside of the room. They accused Herr Albin of perpetrating this rather contempt-ible jest, but he denied it on his honour; and even without his word they all felt fairly certain no one of their circle was guilty. Was it Holger, then? They looked at Elly, suddenly struck by her silence. She was leaning back in her chair, with drooping wrists and finger-tips poised on the table-edge, her head bent on one shoulder, her eyebrows raised, her little mouth drawn down so that it looked even smaller, with a tiny smile that had something both silly and sly about it, and gazing into space with vacant, childlike blue eyes. They called to her, but she gave no sign of consciousness. And suddenly the night-table light went out. Went out? Frau Stohr, beside herself, made great outcry, for she had heard the switch turned. The light, then, had not gone out, but been put out, by a hand - a hand which one characterized afar off in calling it a " strange " hand. Was it Holger's? Up to then he had been so mild, so tractable, so poetic - but now he seemed to degenerate into clownish practical jokes. Who knew that a hand which could so roundly thump doors and tables, and knav-ishly turn off lights, might not next catch hold of someone's throat? They called for 'matches, for pocket torches. Fraulein Levi shrieked out that someone had pulled her front hair. Frau Stohr made no bones of calling aloud on God in her distress: "0 Lord, forgive me this once! "she moaned, and whimpered for mercy in-stead of justice, well knowing she had tempted hell. .It was Dr. Ting-Fu who hit on the sound idea of turning on the ceiling light; / Page 666 / the room was brilliantly illuminated straightway. They now es-tablished that the lamp on the night-table had not gone out by chance, but been turned off, and only needed to have the switch turned back in order to burn again. But while this was happening, Hans Castorp made on his own account a most singular discovery, which might be regarded as a personal attention on the part of the dark powers here manifesting themselves with such childish per-versity. A light object lay in his lap; he discovered it to be the "souvenir" which had once so surprised his uncle when he lifted it from his nephew's table: the glass diapositive of Clavdia Chau- chat's x-ray portrait. .Quite uncontestably he, Hans Castorp,had not carried it into the room. He put it into his pocket, unobservably. The others were busied about Ellen Brand, who remained sitting in her place in the same state, staring vacantly, with that curious simpering expression. Herr Albin blew in her face and imitated the upward sweeping motion of Dr. Krokowski, upon which she roused, and inconti-nently wept a little. They caressed and comforted her, kissed her on the forehead and sent her to bed. Fraulein Levi said she was willing to sleep with Frau Stohr, for that abject creature confessed she was too frightened to go to bed alone. Hans Castorp, with his retrieved property in his breast pocket, had no objection to finish-ing off the evening with a cognac in Herr Albin's room. He had discovered, in fact, that this sort of thing affected neither the heart nor the spirits so much as the nerves of the stomach - a retroactive effect, like seasickness, which sometimes troubles the traveller with qualms hours after he has set foot on shore. His curiosity was for the time quenched. Holger's poem had not been so bad; but the anticipated futility and vulgarity of the scene as a whole had been so unmistakable that he felt quite will-ing to let it go at these few vagrant sparks of hell-fire. Herr Set- tembrini, to whom he related his experiences, strengthened this conviction with all his force. "That,'"he cried out, "was all that was lacking. Oh, misery, misery! " And cursorily dismissed little EIly as a thorough-paced impostor. His pupil said neither yea nor nay to that. He shrugged his shoulders, and expressed the view that we did not seem to be altogether sure what constituted actuality, nor yet, in consequence, what imposture. Perhaps the boundary line was not constant. Per- haps there were transitional stages between the two, grades of actuality within nature; nature being as she was, mute, not sus- ceptible of valuation, and thus defying distinctions which in any case, it seemeed to him, had a strongly moralizing flavour. What / Page 667 / did Herr Settembrini think about" delusions "; which were a mix-ture of actuality and dream, perhaps less strange in nature than to our crude, everyday processes of thought? The mystery of life was literally bottomless. What wonder, then, if sometimes illusions - arose - and so on and so forth, in our hero's genial, confiding, loose and flowing style. Herr Settembrini duly gave him a dressing-down, and did produce a temporary reaction of the conscience, even something like a promise to steer clear in the future of such abominations. " Have respect," he adjured him, " for your humanity, Engineer! Confide In your God-given power of clear thought, and hold In abhorrence these luxations of the brain, these miasmas of the spirit! Delusions? The mystery of life? Caro mio! When the moral courage to make decisions and distinctions between reality and deception degen- erates to that point, then there is an end of life, of judgment, of the creative deed: the process of decay sets in, moral scepsis, and does its deadly work." Man, he went on to say, was the measure of things. His right to recognize and to distinguish between good and evil, reality and counterfeit, was indefeasible; woe to them who dared to lead him astray in his belief in this creative right. Better for them that a millstone be; hanged about their necks and that they be drowned in the depth of the sea. Hans Castorp nodded assent - and in fact did for a while keep aloof from all such undertakings.. He heard that Dr. Krokowskj had begun holding seances with Ellen Brand in his subterranean cabinet, to which cettain chosen ones of the guests were invited. But he nonchalantly put aside the invitation to join them - natu-rally not without hearing from them and from Krokowski him-self something about the success they were having. It appeared that there had been wild and arbitrary exhibitions of power, like those in Friiulein Kleefeld's room: knockings on walls and table, the turning off of the lamp, and these as well as further manifesta-tions were being systematically produced and investigated, with every possible safeguarding of their genuineness, after Com-rade Krokowski had practised the approved technique and put little Elly into her hypnotic sleep. They had discovered that the process was facilitated by music; and on these evenings the gramo-phone was pre-empted by the circle and carried down into the basement. But the Czech Wenzel who operated it there was a not unmusical man, and would surely not injure or misuse the instru-ment; Hans Castorp might hand it over without misgiving. He even chose a suitable album of records, containing light music, dances, small overtures and suchlike tunable trifles. Little Elly / Page 668 / made no demands on a higher art, and they served the purpose admirably. To their accompaniment, Hans Castorp learned, a handkerchief had been lifted from the floor, of its own motion, or, rather, that of the "hidden hand" in its folds. The doctor's waste-paper- basket had risen to the ceiling; the pendulum of a clock been alter- nately.stopped and set going again "without anyone touching it," a table-bell "taken" and rung-these and a good many other turbid and meaningless phenomena. The learned master of cere-monies was in the happy position of being able to characterize them by a Greek word, very scientific and impressive. They were, so he explained in his lectures and in private conversatiqns, "tele-kinetic" phenomena, cases of movement from a distance; he asso-ciated them with a class of manifestations which were scientifically known as materializations, and toward which his plans and at-tempts with EIly Brand were directed. He talked to them about biopsychical projections of sub con-scious complexes into the objective; about transactions of which the medial constitution, the somnambulic state, was to be regarded as the source; and which one might speak of as objectivated dream- concepts, in so far as they confirmed an ideoplastic property of nature; a power, which under certain conditions appertained to thought, of drawing substance to itself, and clothing itself in tem-porary reality. This substance streamed out from the body of the medium, and developed extraneously into biological, living end-organs, these being the agencies which had performed the extraor-dinary though meaningless feats they witnessed in Dr. Krokowski's laboratory. Under some conditions these agencies might be seen or touched, the limbs left their impression in wax or plaster. But some-times the matter did not rest with such corporealization. Under certain conditions, human heads, faces, full-length phantoms mani- fested themselves before the eyes of the experimenters, even within certain limits entered into contact with them. And here Dr. Kra-kowski's doctrine began, as it were, to squint; to look two ways .at once. It took on a shifting and fluctuating character, like the method of treatment he had adopted in his exposition of the nature of love. It was no longer plain-sailing, scientific treatment of the objectively mirrored subjective content of the medium and her passive auxiliaries. It was a mixing in the game, at least sometimes, at least half and half, of entities from without and beyond. It dealt - at least possibly, if not quite adinittedly-with the non-vital, with existences that took advantage of a ticklish, mysteriously and momentarily favouring chance to return to substantiality and show / Page 669 / themselves to their summoners - in brief, with the spiritualistic invocation of the departed. Such manifestations it Was that Comrade Krokowski, with the assistance of his followers, was latterly striving to produce; stur~ dily, with his ingratiating smile, challenging their cordial confi-dence, thoroughly at home; for his own person, in this questionable morass of the subhuman, and a born leaaer for the tImId and compunctious in the regions where they now moved. He had laid him~ self out to develop and discipline the extraordinary powers of Ellen Brand and, from what Hans Castorp could hear fortune smiled upon his efforts. Some of the party had felt the touch of materialized hands. Lawyer Paravant had received out of trans- cendency a sounding slap on the cheek, arid had countered with scientific alacrity, yes, had even eagerly turned the other cheek, heedless of his quality as gentleman, jurist, and one-time member of a duelling corps, all of which would have constrained him to quite a different line of conduct had the blow been of terrestrial origin. A. K. Ferge, that good-natured martyr, to whom all" high- brow" thought was foreign, had one evening held such a spirit hand in his own, and established by sense of touch that it was whole and well shaped. His clasp had been heart-felt to the limits of respect; but it had in some indescribable fashion escaped him. A considerable period elapsed, some two months and a half of bi-weekly sittings, before a hand of other-worldly origin, a young man's hand, it seemed, came fingering over the table, in the red glow of the paper-shaded lamp, and, plain to the eyes of all the circle, left its imprint in an earthenware basin full of flour. And eight days later a troop of Krokowski's workers, Herr Albin, Frau Stohr, the Magnuses, burst in upon Hans Castorp where he sat dozing toward midnight in the biting cold of his balcony, and with every mark of distracted and feverish delight, their words tum-bling over one another, announced that they had seen Elly's Hol-ger he had showed his head over the shoulder of the little me-dium, and had in truth " beautiful brown, brown curls." He had smiled with such unforgettable, gentle melancholy as he vanished! Hans Castorp found this lofty melancholy scarcely consonant with Holger's other pranks, his impish and simple-mmded tricks, the anything but gently melancholy slap he had given Lawyer Paravant and the latter had pocketed up. It was apparent that one must not demand consistency of conduct. Perhaps they were deal- ing with a temperament like that of the little hunch-backed man in the nursery song, with his pathetic wickedness and his craving for intercession. Holger's admirers had no thought for all this. / Page 670 / What they were detennined to do was to persuade Hans Castorp to rescind his decree; positively, now that everything was so bril- liantly in train, he must be present at the next seance. Elly, it seemed, in her trance had promised to materialize the spirit of any departed person the circle chose. Any departed person they chose? Hans Castorp still showed reluctance. But tliat it might be any person they chose occupied his mind to such an extent that in the next three days he came to a different conclusion. Strictly speaking it was not three days, but as many minutes, which brought about the change. One evening, in a solitary hour in the music-room, he played again the record that bore the imprint of Valentine's personality, to him so pro-foundly moving. He sat there listening to the soldierly prayer ot the hero departing for the field of honour: "If God should summon me away,
Thee I would watch and guard alway, 0 Marguerite! " and, as ever, Hans Castorp was tilled by emotion at the sound, an emotion which this time circumstances magnified and as it were condensed into a longing; he thought: "Barren and sinful or no, it would be a marvellous thing, a darling adventure! And he, as I know him, if he had anything to do with it, would not mind." He recalled that composed and liberal "Certainly, of course," he had heard in the darkness of the x-ray laboratory, when he asked Joa-chim if he might commit certain optical indiscretions. The next morning he announced his willingness to take part in the evening seance; and half an hour after dinner joined the group of familiars of the uncanny, who, unconcernedly chatting, took their way down to the basement. They were all old inhabitants, the oldest of the old, or at least of long standing in the group, like the Czech Wenzel and Dr. Ting-Fu; Ferge and Wehsal, Lawyer Paravant, the ladies Kleefeld and Levi, and, in addition, those per-sons who had come to his balcony to announce to him the appari-tion of Holger's head, and of course the medium, Elly Brand; That child of the north was already in the doctor's charge when Hans Castorp passed through the door with the visiting-card: the doctor, in his black tunic, his arm laid fatherly across her shoulder, stood at the foot of the stair leading from the basement floor and welcomed the guests, and she with him. Everybody greeted every-body else, with surprising hilarity and expansiveness - it seemed to be the common aim to keep the meeting pitched in a key free from all solemnity or constraint. They taIked in loud, cheery voices; / Page 671 / poked each other in the ribs, showed everyway how perfectly at ease they felt. Dr. Krokowski's yellow teeth kept gleaming in his beard with every hearty, confidence-inviting smile; he repeated his "Wel-come " to each arrival, with special fervour in Hans Castorp's case - who, for his part, said nothing at all, and whose manner was hesitating. "Courage, comrade," Krokowski's ener-getic and hospitable nod seemed to be saying, as he gave the young man's hand an almost violent squeeze. No need here to hang the head, here is no cant nor sanctimoniousness, nothing but the blithe and manly spirit of disinterested research. But Hans Castorp felt none the better for all this pantomime. He summed up the resolve formed by the memories of the x-'ray cabinet; but the train of thought hardly fitted with his present frame; rather he was re- minded of the peculiar and unforgettable mixture of feelings- nervousness, pridefulness, curiosity, disgust, and awe - with which, years ago, he had gone with some fellow students, a little tipsy, to a brothel in Sankt-Pauli. As everyone was now present, Dr. Krokowski selected two controls - they were, for the evening, Frau Magnus and the ivory Levi - to preside over the physical examination of the medium, and they withdrew to the next room. Hans Castorp and the re- maining nine persons awaited in the consulting-room the issue of the austerely scientific procedure - which was invariably without any result whatever. The room was familiar to him from the hours he had spent here, behind Joachim's back, in conversation with the psycho-analyst. It had a writing-desk, an arm-chair and an easy-chair for patients on the left, the window side; a library of refer- .ence-books on shelves to right and left of the side door, and in the further right-hand comer a chaise-longue, covered with oilcloth, separated by a folding screen from the desk and chairs. The doc-tor's glass instrument-case also stood in that comer, in another was a bust of Hippocrates, while an engraving of Rembrandt's "Anatomy Lesson" hung above the gas fire-place on the right side wall. It was an ordinary consulting-room, like thousands more; but with certain temporary special arrangements. The round ma- hogany table whose place was in the centre of the room, beneath the electric chandelier, upon the red carpet that covered most of the floor, had been pushed forward against the left-hand wall, be-neath the plaster bust; while a smaller table, covered with a cloth and bearing a red-shaped lamp, had been set obliquely near the gas fire, which was lighted and giving out a dry heat. Another electric bulb, covered with red and further with a black gauze veil, hung above the table. On this table stood certain notorious objects: two / Page 672 / table-bells, of different patterns, one to shake and one to press, the plate with flour, and die paper-basket. Some dozen chairs of dif-ferent shapes and sizes surrounded the table in a half-circle, one end of which was formed by the foot of the chaise-longue, the other ending near the centre of the room, beneath the ceiling light. Here, in the neighbourhood of the last chair, and about half-way to the door, stood the gramophone; the album of light trifles lay on a chair next it. Such were the arrangements. The red lamps were not yet lighted, the ceiling light was shedding an effulgence as of common day, for the window, above the narrow end of the writ-ing-desk, was shrouded in a dark covering, with its open-work cream-coloured blind hanging down in front of it. After ten minutes the doctor returned with the three ladies. Elly's outer appearance had changed: she was not wearing her ordinary clothes, but a night-gownlike garment of white crepe, girdled about the waist by. a cord, leaving her slender arms bare. Her maidenly breasts showed themselves soft and unconfined be-neath this garment, it appeared she wore little else. They all hailed her gaily. "Hullo, Elly!,How lovely she looks again! A perfect fairy! Very pretty, my angel! " She smiled at their compliinents to her attire, probably well knowing it became her. "Preliminary control negative," Krokowski announced. " Let's get to work, then, comrades," he said. Hans Castorp, con-scious of being disagreeably affected by the doctor's manner of address, was about to follow the example of the others, who, shout-ing, chattering, slapping each other on the shoulders, were settling themselves in the circle of chairs, when the doctor addressed him personally. " My friend," said he, "you are a guest, perhaps a novice, in our midst, and therefore I should like, this evening, to pay you special honour. I confide to you the control of the medium. Our practice is as follows." He ushered the young man toward the end of the circle next the chaise-longue and the screen, where EIIy was seated on an ordinary cane chair, witb her .face turned rather toward the entrance door than to the centre of the room. He himself sat down close in front of her in another such chair, and clasped her hand, at the same time holding both her knees firmIy between his own. "Like' that," he .said, and gave his place to Hans Castorp, who assumed the same position. " You'll grant that the arrest is complete. But we shall give you assistance too. Fraulein KIeefeld, may I implore you to lend us your aid?" And the lady thus courteousfy and. exotically entreated came and sat down, clasping Elly's fragile wrists, one in each hand. / Page 673 / Unavoidable that Hans Castorp should look into the face of the young prodigy, fixed as it was so immediately before his own. Their eyes met - but Elly's slipped aside and gazed with natural self-consciousness in her lap. She was smiling a little affectedly, with her lips slightly pursed, and her head on one side, as she had at the wineglass seance. And Hans Castorp was reminded, as he- saw her, of something else: the look on Karen Karstedt's face, a smile just like that, when she stood with.Joachim and himself and regarded the unmade grave in the Dorf graveyard. The circle had sat down. They were thirteen persons; not count-ing the Czech Wenzel, whose function it Was to serve Polyhymnia, and who accordingly, after putting his instrument in readiness, squatted with his guitar at the back of the circle. Dr. Krokowski sat beneath the chandelier, at the other end of the row, after he had turned on both red lamps with a single switch, and turned off the centre light. A darkness, gently aglow, layover the room, the corners and distances were obscured. Only the surface of the little table arid its inimediate vicinity were illumined by a pale rosy light. During the next few minutes one scarcely saw one's neighbours; then their eyes slowly accustomed themselves to the darkness and made the best use of the light they had - which was slightly reinforced by the small dancing flames from the chimney-piece. The doctor devoted a few words to this matter of the lighting, and excused its lacks from the scientific point of view. They must take care not to interpret it in the sense of deliberate mystifica-tion and scene-setting. With the best will in the world they could not, unfortunately, have more light for the present. The nature of the powers they were to study would not permit of their being . developed with white light, it was not possible thus to produce the desired conditions. This was a fixed postulate, with which they must for the present reckon. Hans Castorp, for his part, was quite satisfied. He liked the darkness, it mitigated the queerness of the situation. And in its justification he recalled the darkness of the x.ray room, and"how they had collected themselves, and " washed their-eyes " in it, before they "saw." The medium, Dr. Krokowski went on, obviously addressing his words to Hans Castorp in particular, no longer needed to be put in the trance by the physician. She fell into it herself, as the con-trol would see, and once she had done so, it would be her guardian spirit Holger, who spoke with her voice, to, whom, and not to Her, they should address themselves. Further, It was an error, which might result in failure, to suppose that one must bend mind or will / Page 674 / upon the'expected phenomena. On the contrary, a slighrly dif. fused attention, with conversation, was recommended. And Hans Castorp was cautioned, whatever else he did, not to lose control of the medium's extremities. "We will now form the chain," finished Dr. Krokowski; and they did so, laughing when they could not find each other's hands in the dark. Dr. Ting-Fu, sitting next Hermine Kleefeld, laid his right hand on her shoulder and reached his left to Herr Wehsal, who came next. Beyond him were Herr and Frau Magnus, then A. K. Ferge; who, if Hans Castorp mistook not, held the hand of the ivory Levi on his right - and so on. "Music! "the doctor com-manded, and behind him his neighbour the Czech set the instru-ment in motion and placed the needle on the disk. "Talk!", Krokowski bade them, and as the first bars of an overture by Mil-locker were heard, they obedienrly bestirred themselves to make conversation, about nothing at all: the winter snow-fall, the last course at dinner, a newly arrived patient, a: departure, "wild" or otherwise - artificially sustained, half drowned by the music, and lapsing now and again. So some minutes passed. The record had not run out before ElIy shuddered violently. A trembling ran through her, she sighed, the upper pari: of her body sank forward so that her forehead rested against Hans Ca-storp's, and her arms, together with those of her guardians, began to make extraordinary pumping motions to and fro. " Trance," announced the Kleefeld. The music stopped, so also the conversation. In the abrupt silence they heard the baritone drawl of the doctor. "Is Holger present?' " ElIy shivered again. She swayed in her chair. Then Hans Ca-storp felt her press his two hands with a quick, firm pressure. " She pressed my hands," he informed them. "He,' the doctor corrected him. "He pressed your hands. He is present. W el-come, Holger," he went on with unction." W el - come friend and fellow comrade, heartily, heartily wel-come. And remember, when you were last with us," he went on, and Hans Castorp remarked that he did not use the form of address common to the civilized West-" you promised to make visible to our mortal eyes some dear departed, whether brother soul or sister soul, whose name should be given to you by our circle. Are you willing? Do you feel yourself able to perform what you promised? " Again ElIy shivered. She sighed and shivered as the answer came. Slowly she carried her hands and those of her guardians to her fore- / Page 675 / head, where she let them rest. Then close to Hans Castorp's ear she whispered: "Yes." The warm breath irnmediatelr at his ear caused.in our friend that phenomenon of the epidernus popularly called goose-flesh, the nature of which the Hofrat had once explained to him. We men-tion this in order to make a distinction between the psychical and .the purely physical. There could scarcely be talk of fear, for our hero was in fact thinking: "Well, she is certainly biting off more than she can chew! " But then he was straightway seized with a mingling of sympathy and consternation springing from the con-fusing and illusory circumstance that a blood-young creature, whose hands he held in his, had just breathed a yes into his ear. "He said yes," he reported, and felt embarrassed. "Very well, then, Holger," spoke Dr. Krokowski. "We shall take you at your word. We are confident you will do your part. The name of the dear departed shall shortly be communicated to you. Comrades," he turned to the gathering, " out with it, now! Who has a wish? Whom shall our friend Holger show us? " A silence followed; Each waited for the other to speak. Indi-vidually they had probably all questioned themselves, in these last few days; they knew whither their thoughts tended. But the call-ing back of the dead, or the desirability of calling them back, was a ticklish matter, after all. At bottom, and boldly confessed, the de-sire does not exist; it is a misapprehension precisely as impossible as the thing itself, as we should soon see if nature once let it happen. What we call mourning for our dead is perhaps not so much grief at not being able to call them back as it is gnef at not being able to want to do so. This was what they were all obscurely feeling; and since it was here simply a question not of an actual return, but merely a theatri- cal staging of one, in which they should only see the departed, no more, the thing seemed humanly unthinkable; they were afraid to look into the face of him or her of whom they thought, and each one would willingly have resigned his right of choice to the next. Hans Castorp too, though there was echoing in his ears that large-hearted " Of course, of course " out of the past, held back, and at the last moment was rather inclined to pass the choice on. But the pause was too long; he turned his head toward their leader, and said; in a husky voice: "I should like to see my departed cousin, Joachim Ziemssen." That was a relief to them all. Of those present, all excepting Dr. Ting-Fu, Wenzel, and the medium had known the person asked / Page 676 / for. The others, Ferge, Wehsal, Herr Albin, Paravant, Herr and Frau Magnus, Frau Stohr Frau!ein Levi, and the Kleefeld, loudly announced their satisfaction WIth the choice. Krokowski hImself nodded well pleased, though his relations with Joachim had always been rather cool, owing to the latter's reluctance in the matter of psycho-analysis. " Very good indeed," said the doctor. "Holger, did you hear? The person named was a stranger to you in life. Do you know him in the Beyond, and are you prepared to lead him hither? " Immense suspense. The sleeper swayed, sighed, and shuddered., She seemed to be seeking, to be struggling; falIing this way and that, whispering now to Hans Castorp, now to the Kleefeld, some-thing they could not catch. At last he received from her hands the pressure that meant yes. He announced himself to have done so, and- " Very well;~then," cried Dr. Krokowski. "To work, Holger Music, " he cried. " Conversation! "and he repeated the injunction that no fixing of the attention, no strained anticipation was in place, but only an unforced and hovering expectancy. And now followed the most extraordinary hours of our hero's young life. Yes, though his later fate is unclear, though at a certain moment in his destiny he will vanish from our eyes, we may as-sume them to have been the most extraordinary he ever spent. They were hours - more than two of them, to be explicit, count-ing in a brief intermission in the efforts on Holger's part which now began, or rather, on "the girl EIly's - of work so hard and so prolonged that they were all toward the end inclined to be faint- hearted and despair of any result; out of pure pity, too, tempted to resign an attempt which seemed pitilessly hard, and beyond the delicate strength of her upon whom it was laid. We men, if we do not shirk oui humanity, are familiar with an hour of life when we know this almost intolerable pity, which, absurdly enough no one else can feel, this rebellious "Enough, no more! ' which is wrung' from us, though it is not enough, and cannot or will not be enough, until it comes somehow or other to its appointed end. The reader knows we speak of our husband- and fatherhood, of the act of birth, which Elly's wrestling did so unmistakably resemble that even he must recognize it who had never passed through this ex perience, even our young Hans Castorp; who, not having shirked life, now came to know,'in such a guise, this act, so full of orgamc mysticism. In what a guise! To what an end! Under what circum- stances! One could not regard as anything. less than scandalous the sights and sounds in this red-lighted lying-in chamber, the / Page 677 / maidenly form of the pregnant one, bare-armed, in flowing night-robe; and then by contrast the ceaseless and senseless gramophone music, the forced conversation which the circle kept up at com-mand, the cries of encouragement they ever and anon directed at the struggling one: "Hullo, Holger! Courage, man! It's coming, just keep it up, let it come, that's the way! " Nor do we except the person and situation of the " husband " - if we may regard in that "light our young friend, who had indeed formed such a wish-sitting there, with the knees of the little " mother " between his own, holding in his her hands, which were as wet as once little Leila's, so that he had constantly to be renewing his hold, not to let them slip. For the gas fire in the rear of the circle radiated great heat. Mystical, consecrate? Ah, no, it was all rather noisy and vulgar, there in the red glow, to which they had now so accustomed their eyes that they could see the whole room fairly well. The music and shouting were so like the revivalistic methods of the Salva- tion Army, they even made Hans Castorp think of the comparison, albeit he had never attended at a celebration by these cheerful zealots. It was in no eerie or ghostly sense that the scene affected the sympathetic one as mystic or mysterious, as conducing to solemmty; It was rather natural, organic - by VIrtue of the inti-mate association we have already referred to. Elly's exertions came in waves, after periods of rest, during which she hung sidewise from her chair in a totally relaxed and inaccessible condition, described by Dr. Krokowski as "deep trance." From this she would start up with a moan, throw herself about, strain and wrestle with her captors, whisper feverish, disconnected words, seem to be trying, with sidewise, jerking movements, to expel something; she would gnash her teeth, once even fastened them in Hans Castorp's sleeve. This had gone on for more than an hour when the leader found it to the interest of all concerned to grant a brief intermission. The Czech Wenzel, who had introduced an enlivening variation by closing the gramophone and striking up very expertly on his guitar, laid that instrument aside. They alI drew a long breath and broke the circle. Dr. Krokowski strode over to the wall and switched on the ceiling lamp; the light flashed up glaringly, mak-ing them all blink. Elly, bent forward, her face almost in her lap, slumbered. She was busy too, absorbed in the oddest activity, with which the others appeared familiar, but which Hans Castorp watched with attentive wonder. For some minutes together she moved the hollow of her hand to and fro in the region of her hips: / Page 678 / carried the hand away from her body and then with scooping, raking motion drew it towards her, as though gathering some-thing and pulling it in. Then, with a series of starts, she camne to herself, blinked in her turn at the light with sleep-stiffened eyes and smiled. She smiled affectedly, rather remotely. In truth, their solicitude. seemed wasted; she did not appear exhausted by her efforts. Per-haps she retained no memory of them. She sat down in the chair reserved for patients, by the writing-desk near the window, be-tween the desk and the screen about the chaise-longue; gave the chair a turn so that she could support her elbow on the desk and look into the room; and remained thus, receiving their sympa-thetic glances and encouraging nods, silent during the whole inter- mission, which lasted fifteen minutes. It was a beneficent pause, relaxed, and filled with peaceful satis-faction in respect of work already accomplished. The lids of cigarette-cases snapped, the men smoked comfortably, and stand-ing in groups discussed the prospects of the seance. They were far from despairing or anticipating a negative result to their efforts. Signs enougn were present to prove such doubting uncalled for. Those sitting near the doctor, at the far end of the row, agreed that they had several times felt, quite unmistakably, that current of cool air which regularly whenever manifestations were under way streamed in a definite direction from the person of the medium. Others had seen light-phenomena, white spots, moving congloba- tions of forces showing themselves at intervals against the screen. In short, no faint-heartedness! No looking backward now they had put their hands to the plough. Holger had given his word they had no call to doubt that he would keep it. Dr. Krokowski signed for the resumption of the sitting. He led Elly back to her martyrdom and seated her, stroking her hair. The others closed the circle. All went as before. Hans Castorp sug-gested that he be released from his post of first control, but Dr. Krokowski refused. He said he laid great stress on excluding, by immediate contact, every possibility of misleading .manipulation on the part of the medium. So Hans Castorp took up again his strange position vis-a-vis to ElIy; the white light gave place to rosy twilight, the music began again, the pumping motions; this time it was Hans Castorp who announced trance." The scandal-ous lying-in proceeded. With what distressful difficulty! It seemed unwilling to take its course - how could it? Madness! What maternity was this, what delivery, of what should she be delivered? "Help, help," the child / Page 679 / moaned, arid her spasms seemed about to pass over into that dan-gerous and unavailing stage obstetricians call eclampsia. She called at intervals on the doctor, that he should put his hands on her. He did so, speaking to her encouragingly. The magnetic effect, if such it was, strengthened her to further efforts. Thus passed the second hour, while the guitar was strummed or the gramophone gave out the contents of the album of light music into the twilight to which they had again accustomed their vision. Then came an episode, introduced by Hans Castorp. He supplied a stimulus by expressing an idea, a wish; a wish he had cherished from the beginning, and might perhaps have profitably expressed before now. Elly was lying with her face on their joined hands, in "deep trance." Herr Wenzel was just changing or re-versing the record when our friend summoned his resolution and said he had a suggestion to make, of no great importance, yet per-haps - possibly - of some avail. He had - that is, the house possessed among its volumes of records - a certain song, from Gounod's Faust, Valentine's Prayer, baritone with orchestral ac-companiment, very appealing. He, the speaker, thought they might try the record. " Why that particular one? " the doctor asked out of the dark-ness. " A question of mood. Matter of feeling," the young man re-sponded. The mood of the piece in question was peculiar to itself, quite special - he suggested they should try it. Just possible, not out of the question, that its mood and atmosphere mIght shorten their labours. ." Is the record here? " the doctor inquired. No, but Hans Castorp could fetch it at once. "What are you thinking of? " Krokowski promptly repelled the idea. What? Hans Castor;p thought he mIght go and come again and take up his business where he had left it off? There spoke the voice of utter inexperience. Oh, no, it was impossible.. It would upset everything, they would have to begin all over. Scientific exactitude forbade them to think of any such arbitrary going in and out. The door was locked. He, the doctor, had the key in his pocket. In short, if. the record was not now in the room - He was still talking when the Czech threw in, from the gramo- phone: "The record is here." " Here? " Hans Castor;p asked. "Yes, here it is, Faust, Valentine's Prayer." It had been stuck by mistake in the album of light music, not in the green album of arias, where it belonged; quite by chance - or mismanagement / Page 680 / or carelessness, in any case luckily - it had partaken of the general topsyturyyness, and here it was, needing omy to be put on. What had Hans Castorpto say to that? Nothing. It was the doc-tor who remarked: "So much the better,"and some of the others chimed in. The needle scraped, the lid was put down. The male voice began to choral accompaniment: "Now the parting hour has come." No one spoke. They listened, Elly, as the music resumed, re-newed her efforts. She started up convulsively, pumped, carried the slippery hands to her brow. The record went on, came to the. middle part, with skipping rhythm, the part about war and dan- ger, gallant, god-fearing, French. After that the finale, in full volume, the orchestrally supported refrain of the beginning.. " 0 Lord of heaven, hear me pray. . . ." Hans Castorp had work with Elly. She raised herself, drew in a straggling breath, sighed a long, long, outward sigh, sank down and was still. He bent over her in concern, and as he did so, he heard Frau Stohr say, in a high, whining pipe: "Ziems - sen! " He did not look up. A bitter taste came in his mouth. He heard another voice, a deep, cold voice, saying: "I've seen him a long time." The record had run off, with a. last accord of horns. But no one stopped the machine. The needle went on scratching in the silence, as the disk whirred round. Then Hans Castorp raised his head, and his eyes went, without searching, the right way. There was one more person in the room than before. There in the background, where the red rays lost themselves in gloom, so that the eye scarcely reached thither, between writing-desk and screen, in the doctor's consulting-chair, where in the intermission Elly had been sitting, Joachim sat. It was the Joachim of the last days, with hollow, shadowy cheeks, warrior's. beard and full curling lips. He sat leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, On his wasted face, shaded though it was by his bead-covering, Was plainIy seen the stamp of suffering, the expression of gravity and austerity which had beautified it. Two folds stood on his brow, between the eyes, that lay deep in their bony cavities; but there was no change in the mildness of the great dark orbs, whose quiet, friendly gaze sought out Hans Castorp, and him alone. That ancient grievance of the outstanding ears was still to be seen under the head-covering, his extraordinary head-covering, which they could not make out. Cousin Joachiin was not in mufti. His sabre seemed to be leaning against his leg, he held the handle, one thought to distinguish something like a pistol-case in his belt But that was / Page 681 / no proper uniforn1 he wore. No colour, no decorations; it had a collar like a litewka jacket, and side pockets. Somewhere low down on the breast was across. His feetlooked large, his legs very thin, they seemed to be bound or wound as for the business of sport more than war. And what was it, this headgear? It seemed as though Joachim had turned an arlmy cook-pot upside - down on his head, and fastened It under his chin wIth a band. Yet it looked quite properly warlike, like an old-fashioned foot-soldier, perhaps. Hans Castorp felt Ellen Brand's breath on his hands. And near him the Kleefeld's rapid breathing. Other sound there was none, save the continued scraping of the needle on the run-down, ro-tating record, which nobody stopped. He looked at none of his company, would hear or see nothing of them; but across the hands and head on his knee leaned far forward and stared through the red darkness at the guest in the chair. It seemed one moment as though his stomach would turn over within him. His throat contracted and a four-or fivefold sob went through and through him. " Forgive me! " he whispered; then his eyes overflowed, he saw no more. He heard breathless voices: "Speak to him! "he heard Dr. Kro-kowski's baritone voice summon him, formalIy, cheerily, and re- peat the request. Instead of complying, he drew his hands away from beneath EIly's face, and stood up. Again Dr. Krokowski called upon his name, this time in moni-tory tones. But in two strides Hans Castorp was at the step by the entrance door and with one quick movement turned on the white light. Fraulein Brand had collapsed. She was twitching convulsively in the Kleefeld's arms. The chair over there was empty. Hans Castorp went up to the protesting Krokowski, close up to him. He tried to speak, but no words came. He put out his hand, with a brusque, imperative gesture. Receiving the key, he nodded several times, threateningly, close into the other's face; turned, and went out of-the room.
THE SIRIUS MYSTERY Robert K.G.Temple 1976 Page 82 The Sacred Fifry " We must return to the treatise 'The Virgin of the World'. This treatise is quite explicit in saying that Isis and Osiris were sent to help the Earth by giving primitive mankind the arts of civilization: "Page 73 A Fairy Tale 'I INVOKE THEE, LADY ISIS, WITH WHOM THE GOOD DAIMON DOTH UNITE, HE WHO IS LORD IN THE PERFECT BLACK.'
Novus Ordo Seclorum - Origin and Meaning of the Motto Beneath the ... An accurate translation of Novus Ordo Seclorum is "A New Order of the Ages," but the meaning of this motto is better understood when seen in its original ...
NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM – Origin and Meaning "Novus Ordo Seclorum" was the motto suggested in 1782 by Charles Thomson, the Founding Father chosen by the Continental Congress to come up with the final design for the Great Seal of the United States. On June 20, 1782, Congress approved Thomson's design for both sides of the Great Seal whose official description states: "On the base of the pyramid the numerical letters MDCCLXXVI He put the motto at the bottom of the reverse side where its meaning ties into the imagery above it: the unfinished pyramid with the date MDCCLXXVI (1776). Thomson did not provide an exact translation of the motto, but he explained its symbolism: Novus Ordo Seclorum signifies "the beginning of the new American Æra," which commences from 1776. The farsighted founders of the United States thought in terms of ages. They looked back into history as well as forward, realizing their actions would have long-lasting consequences. In January 1776, Thomas Paine inspired the Colonies with a vision of this new American Era. In Common Sense he wrote: "The cause of America is in a great measure the cause of all mankind... 'Tis not the concern of a day, a year, or an age; posterity are virtually involved in the contest, and will be more or less affected, even to the end of time, by the proceedings now." In his farewell letter to the Army (June 8, 1783), George Washington wrote: "The foundation of our Empire was not laid in the gloomy age of Ignorance and Superstition, but at an Epocha when the rights of mankind were better understood and more clearly defined, than at any former period." Translating NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM Novus means: new, young, novel. Discover the source of Novus Ordo Seclorum. NOTE: Novus ordo seclorum does not properly translate into "new world order," which is an English phrase that, if converted to Latin, would not be novus ordo seclorum. Seclorum is a plural form (new worlds order?), and Thomson specifically said the motto refers to "the new American era" commencing in 1776. Recognize other Myth and Misinformation about the Great Seal. Find out how the pyramid & eye got on the one-dollar bill. Explore GreatSeal.com. Main sections Learn the origin and meaning of the other MOTTOES: Examine the SYMBOLS on the Seal's Two Sides: See Preliminary DESIGNS for the Great Seal: Front Page Top image: Detail of first engraving of pyramid side. ©2009 GreatSeal.com
Source of NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM The following passage at the beginning of the poem refers to the Sibyl who prophesied the fate of the Roman empire. For a better sense of the Latin text's meaning, below are two translations (by James Rhoades and by C. S. Calverley). Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung Under thy guidance, whatso tracks remain Come are those last days that the Sybil sang: Thou, trampling out what prints our crimes have left, That key phrase (bolded above) has also been translated as: The original Latin in Virgil's Eclogue IV (line 5) is: Thomson could read Latin, and Virgil was his one of his favorite poets. Inspired by the above passage, he coined the motto: "Novus Ordo Seclorum" and placed it beneath the unfinished pyramid where he explained it signifies "the beginning of the new American Æra," which commences from the Declaration of Independence in 1776. An accurate translation of Novus Ordo Seclorum is: NOTE: Seclorum is a shortened form of seculorum, where the first "u" is deleted. In Latin poetry, it was very common to drop a letter in the middle of a word in order to preserve the meter of the poem – a device known as syncope. Another proper spelling is "sæculorum." "æ" is an example of a ligature where two letters are combined into a single character. Virgil also influenced the motto above the eye of Providence. Annuit Coeptis was inspired by The Georgics. And Virgil's epic masterpiece, The Aeneid describes an ancient symbol of peace held by the American Bald Eagle, the olive branch. Back to Novus Ordo Seclorum. Great Seal ©2009 GreatSeal.com
A NEW ORDER FOR THE AGES
Quote Details: Charles Dickens: It was the best... - The ... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, ... Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities English novelist (1812 - 1870) ... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
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SALOME A monologue from the play by Oscar Wilde SALOME: [Holding the severed head of Iokanaan.] Ah! thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan. Well! I will kiss it now. I will bite it with my teeth as one bites a ripe fruit. Yes, I will kiss thy mouth, Iokanaan. I said it; did I not say it? I said it. Ah! I will kiss it now. But wherefore dost thou not look at me, Iokanaan? Thine eyes that were so terrible, so full of rage and scorn, are shut now. Wherefore are they shut? Open thine eyes! Lift up thine eyelids, Iokanaan! Wherefore dost thou not look at me? Art thou afraid of me, Iokanaan, that thou wilt not look at me? And thy tongue, that was like a red snake darting poison, it moves no more, it speaks no words, Iokanaan, that scarlet viper that spat its venom upon me. It is strange, is it not? How is it that the red viper stirs no longer? Thou wouldst have none of me, Iokanaan. Thou rejectedest me. Thou didst speak evil words against me. Thou didst bear thyself toward me as to a harlot, as to a woman that is a wanton, to me, Salome, daughter of Herodias, Princess of Judaea! Well, I still live, but thou art dead, and thy head belongs to me. I can do with it what I will. I can throw it to the dogs and to the birds of the air. That which the dogs leave, the birds of the air shall devour. Ah, Iokanaan, Iokanaan, thou wert the man that I loved alone among men! All other men were hateful to me. But thou wert beautiful! Thy body was a column of ivory set upon feet of silver. It was a garden full of doves and lilies of silver. It was a tower of silver decked with shields of ivory. There was nothing in the world so white as thy body. There was nothing in the world so black as thy hair. In the whole world there was nothing so red as thy mouth. Thy voice was a censer that scattered strange perfumes, and when I looked on thee I heard strange music. Ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me, Iokanaan? With the cloak of thine hands, and with the cloak of thy blasphemies thou didst hide thy face. Thou didst put upon thine eyes the covering of him who would see God. Well, thou hast seen thy God, Iokanaan, but me, me, thou didst never see me. If thou hadst seen me thou hadst loved me. I saw thee, and I loved thee. Oh, how I loved thee! I love thee yet, Iokanaan. I love only thee. I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, Iokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. I was a virgin, and thou didst take my virginity from me. I was chaste, and thou didst fill my veins with fire. Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? [She kisses the head.] Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood? Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love. They say that love hath a bitter taste. But what matter? what matter? I have kissed thy mouth.
THE ANANGA RANGA OF KALYANA MALLA Translated By Sir Richard Burton and F. F. Arbuthnot and THE SYMPOSIUM OF PLATO Translated By Benjamin Jowett Edition 1963 Page 9 THE PLATONIC AND HINDU ATTITUDES TO LOVE AND SEX by Kenneth Walker "PLATO, who was born in 428-7 B.C., devoted four of his dialogues mainly to the questions of love and sexual pleasure, the Lysis, the Symposium, the Phaedrus and the Philebus, of which the Symposium and the Phaedrus are by far the most important. The opening words of the Philebus state in the clearest possible form the opposing points of view of the popular pursuit of pleasure and the sterner Platonic attitude: "Philebus was saying that enjoyment and pleasure and delight, and the class of feelings akin to them, are a good to every living being, whereas I contend, that not these, but wisdom and intelligence and memory, and their kindred, right opinion and true reasoning, are better and more desirable than pleasure for all who are able to partake of them, and that to all such who are or ever will be they are the most advantageous of all things. Have I not given, Philebus, a fair statement of the two sides of the argument? " "He who has been instructed thus far in the things of love, and who has learned to see the beautiful in due order and succession, when he comes toward the end will suddenly perceive a nature of wondrous beauty-a nature which in the first place is everlasting, not growing and decaying, or waxing and waning; secondly, not fair in one point of view and foul in another, or at one time or in one relation or at one place fair, at another time or in another relation or at another place foul, as if fair to some and ioul to others, or in the likeness of a face or hands or any other part of the bodily frame, or in any form of speech or knowledge, or existing in any other being, as for example, in an animal, or in heaven, or in earth, or in any other place; but beauty absolute separate simple and everlasting, which without diminution and without increase, or any change, is imparted to the ever-growing and perishing beauties of all other things. He who from these ascending under the influence of true love, begins to perceive that beauty, is not far from the end. And the true order of going, or being led by another, to the things of love, is to begin from the beauties of earth and mount upwards for the sake of that other beauty, using these as steps only, and from one going on to two, and from two to all fair forms, and from fair arms to fair practices, and from fair practices to fair notions, until from fair notions he arrives at the /Page 11/absolute beauty, and at last knows what the essence of beauty is ... In that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of god and be immortal, if mortal man may." The Phaedrus was written in Athens in the fourth century B.C. and probably in Plato's middle years. The opening theme of the work is the art of rhetoric and this leads to a discussion of love. There follows the memorable allegory of the charioteer, Reason, and his two horses, representing the moral and concupiscent elements in human nature. This formulation of the tripartite nature. of the soul has been fundamental to Western philosophy. Here is the distinction which is reflected in the warring of the flesh and the spirit, of which St. Paul and so many later Christian teachers speak. Plato, it is true, did not make an absolute separation of these two aspects of the soul, aware as he was of the ease with which the higher passes into the lower or the lower can be "tamed and humbled, and follow the will of the charioteer". Such concepts are common in the strains of Christian mysticism. St. Francis would gladly have echoed th sentiment of the great final prayer of this work: "Beloved Pan, and all ye other gods who haunt this place, give me beauty in the inward soul: and may the outward and the inward man be at one". But it is undoubted that from the denigration of the senses, clearly laid down in Plato's last work, the Laws, and which is certainly implicit in the Phaedrus, 'stems the tenacious tradition in the /Page 12/ West that the body and its desires should be treated with severe discipline, as unworthy of the higher nature of man and tending to deprive him of true happiness and harmony."
"BELOVED PAN AND ALL YE OTHER GODS WHO HAUNT THIS PLACE, GIVE ME BEAUTY IN THE INWARD SOUL: AND MAY THE OUTWARD AND THE INWARD MAN BE AT ONE".
IS GOD IS GOD IS GOD IS ALWAYS ISISIS ALWAYS IS GOD GOD IS THAT IS GOD ALL LIFE IS GOD IS GOD IS ALL LIFE ANIMATE IN ANIMATE IN ANIMATE GOD IS EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING IS GOD GOD IS IS UNIVERSAL MIND THAT MIND UNIVERSAL IS GOD THOU ART AN I ME GOD AN I ME GOD ART THOU I KNOW THAT THAT THAT I KNOW AMEN O NAMES OF GODS NAME GODS OF NAMES O AMEN
THE PATH OF PTAH PEACE BE UNTO YOU BELOVED CHILDREN OF THE RAINBOW LIGHT
I SAY IS 1-1-2010 0102-1-1 FIRST OF JANUARY TWO THOUSAND AND TEN ONE ONE TWO ZERO ONE ZERO DECADE TEN YEARS 10 YEARS TEN MAKE OR BREAK ? BREAK OR MAKE TIME FOR HUMANKIND ?
I SAY HUMAN BEING HUMAN BE IN GOD IN GOD IN BE
I SAY GOD BE WITH YOU I ME GODS ME I YOU WITH BE GOD
La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats La Belle Dame Sans Merci (The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy/Pity) was dashed off, then, and largely dismissed by Keats himself. It was first published in the ... englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/labelledamesansmerci.html - Cached - Similar
There are two versions of this very famous ballad. The first version is from the original manuscript and the second version is its first published form. The first is generally considered the best; it was altered upon publication. We do not know who did the alteration. The original version is found in a letter to Keats's brother, George, and dated Weds 21 April 1819. Keats typically wrote a running commentary to George and his wife Georgiana in America, then loosely grouped the pages together as one long letter. The letter which contains La Belle spans almost three months, from 14 February to 3 May 1819. It also contains other famous poems, including 'Why did I laugh tonight?' which ends, prophetically enough, 'Verse, fame and Beauty are intense indeed / But Death intenser - Death is Life's high mead.' Also included are 'To Sleep' and 'On Fame.' The letter ends with the beautiful Ode to Psyche, of which Keats wrote: 'The following Poem - the last I have written is the first and the only one with which I have taken even moderate pains - I have for the most part dash'd of[f] my lines in a hurry - ' La Belle Dame Sans Merci (The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy/Pity) was dashed off, then, and largely dismissed by Keats himself. It was first published in the Indicator on 10 May 1820 and has since become one of his most celebrated poems. Note: In 1893, the pre-Raphaelite painter John William Waterhouse was inspired by La Belle Dame Sans Merci to create one of his most famous works. Click here to view the painting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Original version of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819 Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, I see a lily on thy brow, I met a lady in the meads, I made a garland for her head, I set her on my pacing steed, She found me roots of relish sweet, She took me to her elfin grot, And there she lulled me asleep I saw pale kings and princes too, I saw their starved lips in the gloam, And this is why I sojourn here -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Published version of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1820 Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, I see a lily on thy brow, I met a lady in the meads I set her on my pacing steed, I made a garland for her head, She found me roots of relish sweet, She took me to her elfin grot, And there we slumber'd on the moss, I saw pale kings, and princes too, I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam And this is why I sojourn here
I ME I SAY OSIRIS BELOVED OSIRIS O LOVER OF ISIS QUEEN OF THE NIGHT COME WEAVE THY WEB WITH PERFECT LIGHT
I THAT AM THAT I THAT AM I SAY O HOLY ONES HOLY ONLY ONE ONE ONLY WHOLE ART THOU UNTO THYSELVES ALL ONE ALL HOLY ISIS QUEEN OF THE NIGHT COME WEAVE THY WEB WITH RAPID LIGHT
I SAY THEREIN WHEREIN WHEREIN THEREIN WITHIN THINE OWN MINDS I IS ANOTHER REALITY THEREIN REVEALED IS REVEALED THERIN THAT IS THE UNSEEN SCENE OF THE SCENE UNSEEN THAT IS THE SEEN THAT IS
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. 9 What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? 10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. 11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. 12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. 13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God. 14 I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him. 15 That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past. 16 And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there. 17 I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work. 18 I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts. 19 For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. 20 All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. 21 Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth? 22 Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbour as Thyself 37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.... www.topical-bible-studies.org › Law of God
Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbour as Thyself Leviticus 19:18 Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself: I am the LORD. Leviticus 19:34 But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born among you, and thou shalt love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the LORD your God. Matthew 7:12 Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets. Matthew 19:16 And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life? Matthew 22:35 Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying, Mark 12:28 And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all? Luke 6:31 And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise. Luke 10:25 And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? Romans 13:8 Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law. Galatians 5:14 For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. Ephesians 5:25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; James 2:8 If ye fulfil the royal law according to the scripture, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself, ye do well:
Matthew 22:35 Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying,
I ME THE STAR STRUCK STARE OF THE STARING MASTER IS RA EL GODS EL IS RA GOD IS REAL IS REAL IS GOD
HEAR O ISRAEL THE LORD OUR GOD IS ONE GOD THE PEOPLE OF GOD ARE ONE PEOPLE
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"
World Wide Words: Abracadabra [Q] From Speranza Spiratos: Can you shed some magical clarity on the word abracadabra please? [A] Let me wave my wand ... Ah, a brief sputter, then nothing. It seems the origin isn’t known for certain. These days it’s just a joking conjuror’s incantation with no force behind it, like hocus pocus and other meaningless phrases. But the word is extremely ancient and originally was thought to be a powerful invocation with mystical powers. What we know for sure is that it was first recorded in a Latin medical poem, De medicina praecepta, by the Roman physician Quintus Serenus Sammonicus in the second century AD. It’s believed to have come into English via French and Latin from a Greek word abrasadabra (the change from s to c seems to have been through a confused transliteration of the Greek). Serenus Sammonicus said that to get well a sick person should wear an amulet around the neck, a piece of parchment inscribed with a triangular formula derived from the word, which acts like a funnel to drive the sickness out of the body: A B R A C A D A B R A However, it seems likely that abracadabra is older and that it derives from one of the Semitic languages, though nobody can say for sure, because there is no written record before Serenus Sammonicus. For what it’s worth, here are some theories: •It’s from the Aramaic phrase avra kehdabra, meaning “I will create as I speak”.
EARTH HEART THERA TERAH
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