Part and Parcel

Idiom speak and bespoke truth.
Womb bring forgotten youth.
Aim before and not behind.
No tomorrow found in kind.
Toss the stones, their fortune found.
Take their urge, clues abound.
Off to find my fortune dear.
Don’t forget the bended ear.
If you find the truth in me,
Even so shall glory be.

Pointing Out Some Golden Meaning

I believe I’ve created an ocean of puzzled looks. So, here, let me shed a little light on my previous post.

The symbol on the left is rich with history. It is linked to the sacred feminine, the holy trinity circumscribed by the all or “the one”, the male essence or “phallus”, not to mention the “chief cornerstone” (check your bibles for more on this one).

The diagram on the right is a very elementary construction revealing a somewhat mystifying relationship. If A and B are the midpoints of the two legs of the circumscribed equilateral triangle, and you draw a straight line through them to C you have, in a manner of speaking, a mystery of the universe. The ratio of AC/AB is the same as the ratio of AB/AC. This is called Phi, or the Golden Section, or the Divine Proportion. And it truly is everywhere. The ratio between the distance from your elbow to your wrist and your wrist to the end of your fingertips…Phi. A cross-sectional view from the top of the DNA double helix forms a decagon. A decagon is in essence two pentagons, with one rotated by 36 degrees from the other, so each spiral of the double helix must trace out the shape of a pentagon.The ratio of the diagonal of a pentagon to its side is Phi. Phi defines the geometry of the pentagram. A Fibonacci series is the best whole number approximation of Phi. Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man (among many of his other works) is a magnificent testament to Phi. Check out little ol’ 1.61803398874. You will be amazed.

As for the gospels…read them (the 4 out of 27 books in the canonnical list) side by side. There are more specific factual differences than similarities. I’ll let you follow up on the rest of this one…I’m not pushing an agenda.

What does this sign mean? Many scholars call it the “John sign”.

As for Wilfred Owen’s poem…well, I took a bit of liberty there. This is one of my favorite poems. However, I changed the Latin word “patria” to “patris” as a sort of literary puzzle. The Latin phrase is actually attributed to Horace (ancient Roman author) who had a few things to say about feminine goddess worship and such-like.

The Priory of Zion is a red herring. I am simply stating that anyone can come up with a lie as compelling as that of Mr. Plantard without nearly as much trouble. And *this* Priory of Zion actually exists!

The cardigan is also a bit of red herring. More misleading really. On the surface it seems to refer to Lord Cardigan (after which the sweater is named). Instead I am referring to Cardigan Castle in which one of the Arthurian romances is started ( Erec and Enide). Yeah, I know…bit of a stretch.

The rest I leave to the interested reader. My point here was that it is all too easy to fill the air with mysteries and connections…some real and truly extraordinary…some not so much. Makes for tons of fun, though. Tons. I certainly haven’t explained everything, in fact I just sorta scratched the surface. But having all the answers is just no fun at all!

Are there answers to these deeper mysteries? Undoubtedly. However, the real question is whether there are, in fact, implied mysteries at all? How many strange artifacts and coincidences need to be aligned before we collectively say, “Hey! There’s something up here. Something is different from how we thought it was.”? I can’t say, but I do know that folks like Dan Brown sure seem to know and are raking in the dough.

What about thinking again again? Nag Hammadi redux

The “Da Vinci Code” is out. Apparently the book wasn’t enough. Open your eyes. Tune in and tune out. Think, think, think. This fictional story is doing something that has been done for thousands of years: redefining history. Bringing to the forefront myths and legends that have, sadly gone by the wayside for thousands of years. It is mostly bunk. This is a folly. An entertainment. A glorious entertainment.

Curiously enough the Catholic church decided in the 60’s that Mary Magdelen wasn’t a whore. And from there a genre was born. Churches, mountains, and regions are no longer safe. There is a cryptogram in every staff and stall. Right? Walk the Languedoc. No matter to me. This is just a hiccup in my search. Sadly, the Catholic church (the first GUI religion) is drawing a sacreligous issue… Sadly you can entertain youself on a weekend of Rennes-le-Chateu if you like now (Rosslyn Chapel hiding for the end of this post).

Here’s the thing to think about. A new set of questions have entered the scene. TONS of people have taken up the mantle and stated “Huh?” Whatcha gonna do about it? Oooo I love that one. What…are…you…gonna…do?

Supposedly we all know the answers, right? Come on…quote the gospels. Quote Corinthians. Paul was all about answers, right? You know, never having met Christ and all…but he had the letters to spread. Ooops, he wasn’t an Apostle. No problem. We’ve got Luke, John, Matthew, and Mark. I mean, their gospels correspond perfectly, right? The revealed “Word of God” should agree on the facts, right? Read ‘em. Perfect match. God’s revelation is a totally airtight story as revealed to the four literate (I’m joking) apostles thus proving the whole birth, passion, and resurrection as truth and sacrament. Read and compare. And you are worried about a freaking movie? Just ask that guy…or Jesus…or the Angel…whichever gospel you choose.

Welcome to Egypt. Welcome to Nah Hammadi. Welcome to the other than the 27.

Lionardo…do you know him? Does John point to God? Does John come (point to the) first? Did John (sign for all) meet Jesus on the road to Egypt? If you don’t know…you should. And why… Come on. If we don’t answer these questions, who will?

There is a message. It boils and whirls inside you. I don’t know what it is. Look me up and teach me. I can guarantee you that it won’t be in the frames that Dan Brown or Ron Howard offer. It will be in today’s mystery. It will be in the history of woman and man. The one that we have ignored.

Oh, yeah, I have a gigantic …

Hanna…

Mr. Plantard was full of shit. What body follows a secret in the Egyptian desert? Nag Hammadi indeed. Other than the 27, can some find the tomb? Like it or not we really are involved… You wanted me to post. Oddly you are closest to all of our answers…

Once you are done digging around in the depths of Sarmatians of your neighbors yards you might want to spend a minute on Mr. Fawkes’ gunpowder (V for previous post aside…). Apparently a new bible was a problem, regardless of the tribulations involved in getting caught. Awesome mystery…no?

I’ll leave you with this:

There is a an interesting English Baptist Chapel in the gardens of Priory. It is known as Mount Priory. It is a Priory of Zion. Enjoy your Cardigan.

“Dulce et decorum est pro patris mori”

Wilfred Owen:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patris mori.

A crvcifiction is as much as based on this…man has travelled this path many times before…(quick homework assignment…how many crucified bodies has history turned up?…1…Uno…One…of the, you know, 6 million or so that we can prove through writings that the Romans participated in…I mean instigated. Look it up.

The lie is the base. It is both the base and the lie. Life is death. Death is life. Once understood the finger upright in sight…so shall you understand the Cathar message. John is first. John before.

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“First Painter, Engineer and Architect of the King”

I release upon that which lies before you in redemption and faith. You’d though we forgot, hadn’t you? Isn’t Hollywood great? Welcome back!!!

Or, I could just be a babbling lunatic. Hard to tell these days…