Letters Upon The Mast

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Shortly later I read that he was waiting for an "Astrological Sign", that he would give up and come out when he received it. The papers released this because it sounded nuts. It was specifically an "Astrological Sign", not an astronomical sign. An "Astrological Sign" has nothing to do with the fundamentalist Christianity. It has everything to do with the new geometry! Yes, it looked a bit more like I was right! He managed to slip the message through because the agents on the scene didn't understand, it helped make him look "weird". I worked furiously through the next days. Surely, under the circumstances, the papers would force the BATF agents to use my manuscript in the negotiations; it would be stupid to rule it out. It did fit! I slowed my work to an even pace. Certainly "concern for the children" would keep the standoff in place. When I heard of the wanton slaughter of men, women and children I could hardly believe it. It couldn't be happening. It crossed my mind more powerfully that it really could be the geometry that they wanted to stop. Could it be true? There is some evidence to suggest this. I spoke at length with Linda Thompson, the producer of "Waco: the Big Lie". I asked her what she thought the real motive was. She thought perhaps it was to test "non lethal" weapons. I felt she had ruled everything else out and was grasping for straws. Further conformation began to come in. In Chicago, police with higher government involvement, were raiding establishments that were listening to and producing, music from Nigeria. The reason for the raids was to "stop the music". They systematically confiscated all the recordings. This "music" was known to place people into trances for up to 12 hours. Why raid music? Sounds crazy. Not when you understand the new geometry! With this new geometry we now understand that the potential for using sound in "science" is as great or greater than the potential for electricity was when Ben Franklin flew his kite. The very same private groups "assisting" the FBI in Waco were involved in persecuting the Nigerian music!!! Same people. Same motive? I don't know for sure. At the time I spoke to Linda Thompson, on a scale of one to ten, I was giving it about a five. Now it is over a nine. This is America. Science should be for everyone. Not just a lizard elite.

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“Written within - without All well heated hearths of hearts; The Letters of this Breast Make whole of nature's parts.”

CHAPTER ONE

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SUDDENLY in one day there were new words and new thoughts.

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It had been cold but my heart was stirred. In my heart I felt a new heat. Somewhere in my heart I sa new hearth. Although it was evening I packed and walked to the harbor. The catboat had not been hauled for winter. She was sitting in a thin sheet of ice. I used the old oar to break free. Soon I was in the chan There was very little wind. Questions whispered behind the yellow dots of lights on the shore, “Wher Michael going so late? Can the mapmaker be fishing?” I was not going to fish. I had turned my face and set sail for the Isle. I did not know why. We were the mapmakers. Mapmakers cleaved to certain isles - small, unnoticed, central isles t captured the thoughts and plans of oceans. Rulers watched these isles. The rulers had weapons that t themselves were afraid of. They made vast treasures making and testing these weapons. While people were in fear the rulers had secret agreements not to use these weapons. The rulers were afraid people would see these agreements. The rulers were afraid they would be found out. The tide was with me and I made the outer harbor and the first bell. I did not know why I had turned face to the Isle. My Father told those secrets on his deathbed. In years past I had began to stand and talk openly on Island of those secrets. The rulers were not pleased. I was dealt with harshly. I did not know why I turned my face and set sail for the Island. The wind shifted - rose a bit. My old catboat took a tack southward. The boom was hauled in cl enough to touch. I was a ball of gloves inside mittens and sweaters under a heavy coat and a blanket o that! My arm was over the tiller - hands under the blanket. Night crossings were dangerous - more so winter. I did not know why I was not afraid. I did not know why I had set my sail and turned my f upon the Isle. For a time there was a stronger - colder wind. A reach made better time. For a time on those cold sw there were not thoughts. There were no musing under a cold, star-lit sky for a time. For a time that ni no morrows. For a time that night no past. Then of a sudden there was no wind. Then the swells of a sudden seemed more gentle. The strang vanished stars were taken by an eerie light that seemed to come more from the sea than sky. A par me, as I switched on the compass light, was bemused. I was bemused as I watched the compass nee spin back and forth in ways not possible; bemused that I was not afraid. I was even bemused and afraid as then I heard a voice in my heart: “Now you have learned from every angle; Now you h gained the heart at last. Now it is you who are an Angel. Now it is you behind the mast.” I was glad this was just a voice in my heart. I was glad that I was not hearing things. A clear voice sp outside of me from above. “Why not?” Still bemused even then I asked myself what would happen if I thought of dolphins and did. I w startled by a large splash to starboard and turned just in time to see the dolphin's tail. Now I was bemused and feared that I would think of a whale. A large dark shape neared, but did not break surface. I feared my own thoughts. Again the voice came from above, “You are not the only thinking, Michael.” I was then glad to be hearing things.

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Stars then shone through, but just in one part of the sky. I could se Orion and my eyes focused on belt. "My belt." said the voice. A strange symbol of light appeared on the mast. Orion's belt became belt of David who stood with his rough wooden shield and his sling... “From the sacred river Alph I bet to come at last. The first word of Creation Are from My letters on the Mast. Be not surprised at my appearance, Or why I look so young; Greatest root of your Grandfathers Are in this writing set to come.”

I knew then that this is what I had set sail for. I was not headed for the Island where I was treated harshly, where I had stood and lost so much. Whether hologram or hallucination, the image of Dav again spoke: “Make, mapmaker, maps of Heaven, As your Father mapped from Earth; Make, mapmaker, maps of fire, Make, mapmaker, maps of mirth. All you've lost was not worth having. All you've gained is my command. All that's left is past time waiting: Now at last your time to stand.”

The eerie light became brighter and bluer. The voice continued louder, but this time the voice came b from my heart and from above: “Now time no longer is the hour. Now is the end of cycles. Now is the lasting song of Michael. Now at last is here the end time, To which all souls are born. Now Great this Separation Of which you all were warned. For some this is Salvation For some strong poison's trial, As seven last pronouncements Are poured out vial by vial.”

Without even thinking I let go the tiller and hoisted down the single sail of the catboat, carefully fold it back and forth over the boom. I paid no notice of the strange symbol of light on the mast. I sat ba down in the stern. I was not drifting. I was waiting. I took a deep breath. I exhaled steam in the co now still, air. The vision of David and the stars were gone. The white-blue light from above beca

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brighter. I was afraid to look up. Again the voice came from within and without: “Prepare, Michael, for Last Chapter; The splitting with the “V”. Look now well above you: Know that snowflake is the key.”

I knew that the lesson was mathematics. I knew that geometry was the key. I saw that the flat snowfl went out in six directions and had a center. The voice laughed. “You are at sixes and sevens, Michael. “I want no more riddles,” I said aloud. “Yes, Michael, this is mathematics. Your mathematics are flat. Your mathematical thinking is based the concept of lines and points. Lines and points do not exist in three dimensions. Lines and points d exist period. You have been using two dimensional ideas to describe three or more dimensions. Thr out lines and points!” I looked again at the giant snowflake. Again the voice spoke: “True mathematics describe emotion. You know that music is mathematical but you still do not rea that music is a more scientific way of describing reality than your worn out flat geometrics of lines a points.” The snowflake seemed to change slightly as I thought about it. I tried to look for the center. What did center look like? The branches of the snowflake melted down to an irregular ball. I looked closely at irregular ball and saw that it was made out of smaller balls. Again the voice: “Yes, Michael, balls. Balls: not spheres. Spheres are based on concepts of lines and points. Balls are most common shape of nature. Yes, they are made of other balls, but how? Look closely.” I waited and looked. The voice did not speak. I kept looking. Slowly, as a warmth traveled through m realized that this simple shape was the core of nature: that this was what I was searching for. I though all the heavenly bodies, islands, all made of balls around balls around balls. I understood also in instant that space itself was also composed of unseen balls; that there was a pattern, that I was understand that pattern. I started to shake my head: no, it could not be so simple.

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“Sound and hydrogen, Michael.” What? Sound and hydrogen? What could that mean? Then I remembered, long ago. I had been read the large Handbook of Chemistry and Physics found in every library. There were charts of the speed sound through various materials; solids, liquids and gasses. You would think logically that sound wo travel faster through denser materials. Natives put there ears to the ground to listen for hoofbeat motorboat's sound is louder under water. But there were some odd exceptions. Sound travels much m faster through a very light gas, hydrogen, than through much heavier gasses. I remembered shiver long ago as I read that chart, as if some part of me saw ahead in time to this starry night. I remem then just knowing that there was “other substance.” Again I shivered. I had almost forgot where I was “Hydrogen, Michael, moves the sound faster because it vibrates in a manner related to the central b But we need to take this in order. Physical reality, Michael, is just one, just one specific one, of outside balls. This one...” I focused on one outside ball. It had a symbol on it, the sign of Taurus, the bull.

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When he began to speak next it was a bit deeper and more serious: “Different teaching have already been given concerning this central shape of the twelve balls. Th were disguised as to show only different reflections of tis central form, not the form itself. Now is time that these teachings come together. The teachings were kept apart for a time for good reason was not safe for the offspring of ignorance to divulge the hidden causes. Now, only at the end, is time to bring the teachings together.” In my mind I saw a race of little gray people with large black eyes. They were underdeveloped becau they learned some secrets of nature too quickly, they jumped around needed experience. I forgot wher had remembered this from, if it was a book or a dream or an old movie.

I started to feel silly. I had started to listen to the voices of an ignorant science. I had listened to the voices that were say that physical reality was all - and all the rest just lifeless “energy.” I had listened to the voices “reason.” I had listened to the voices of death. But again my heart was stirred. And again I felt a new heat. Again I was headed to a new hearth. Ag I would listen to the strange hallucination for it taught life. I was not an island, but the life upon i knew then and forever that when the island was no longer, that I would still be. I would now learn design of life. Now when the island was no longer I would still know that design; be that life. SeVen is as SeVeral seVered; A parting of the whole. Their part no small part imparting The large part of our goal. For some this is salvation, For some strong poison's trial; As my seVen last pronouncements Are pourd out Vial by Vial.

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“When we ponder and wonder why Always we turn our eyes to the sky For skies are the eyes of powers unseen: Keepers of wisdom inside of this dream.”

CHAPTER TWO

Skies I looked again at the sky. Again a giant snowflake descended. This time I understood that the snowflake was there to tell me what was in all that space between molecules and atoms and stars and galaxies. I knew what was unseen and substantial. I also knew that the snowflake and the voice of David would get very specific.

Again I looked at the center. Again I saw the twelve balls exactly fitting around one. Slowly this form rotated. I saw that twelve equal sized balls always exactly fit around one. Twelve basketballs would fit around one. Twelve ping-pong balls would fit around one. I also saw that this occurred in two different patterns. First, on a flat surface, six balls fit around one in the center. Three balls can fit on top of this group of seven and three on bottom. But this can be done in two different ways. One way is where the tree balls on top, forming a triangle, point in the same direction as the three on the bottom. This has been the pattern most studied by mathematicians. At first it seems the most “regular” or balanced. The second way is where the triangle formed by the three balls on top is opposite the triangle formed by the three balls on bottom. This is the Star of David. Only on much closer inspection do you realize that this Star of David construction is more balanced than the other. It is balanced in more directions. You can only see this when you lok from many angles and see that it creates four rings of balls, the sign of the four, and that what was at first thought of an irregular, was the most regular and forceful of all. The four rings of six balls are The Four Beasts With Six Wings. This was the shape overlooked by those studying crystal formation. I was lost in my thoughts. “Solar Crystals,” said the voice of David.

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Yes, I thought, this is what I am looking at: a Solar Crystal. My mind started to race. “Slow down, Michael," said the voice of David. “Here is where I can really help. I am going to give you directly the best way to interface the Solar Crystal with other teachings. You would in time have developed the same interface yourself. Time, however, is what you do not have.” Something about the last statement was very exciting. Something about it was also very ominous. But I knew deep inside it was true. True that the very essense of history as we know it was running out; a sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the New Age's tooth. True that this clarion call was the last. For a moment the sky's dark foreboding gave a chill. Then it was as if the sky touched me with some deeper essence of David: “Michael, do not fear these changes. There is much to look forward to. Those on the right side of this Great Separation will find that “rapture” is not some fleeting bliss but the very real and ultimately substantial essensce of the eternal. Rapture is a very precise balancing of the elements of emotion that creates eternal life. From this rapture you can call back any yesterday, bid any time return.”

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As he spoke I could feel other sky “selves” that were also a part of me. A feeling of impending great happiness washed away the fear. The Heart coaxed me to try For a pleasant surprise: Said I would be wise To reach for the skies To reach for the skies I had sailed on the sea To a sky that was always there reaching for me.

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“Seven seas and Seven Sisters, Seven Pillars, Seven Brides All first formed by Seven Brothers Making sea sons, taking wives.”

CHAPTER THREE

Seas THE tiller was loose, gently wagging back and forth in the swell. Again I saw the eerie glow upon the mast. “The new letters, Michael,” said the voice of David.

It was as if I knew the pattern, but had forgotten and needed to be reminded. The strange design of the letters upon the mast; I had seen this before. I could not remember where. “First, back to the balls,” said David. Again a vision of twelve balls around one appeared before me in the air. It sloly turned and the twelve astrological glyphs appeared on each outside ball. “The astrological signs,” I thought. “It is an astrological sign,” David corrected.

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Again I looked at the rings. There were four rings of six balls: Four BEasts With Six Wings. I saw the many cosmologies of four; the traditional elements of earth, air, fire and water; the Archangels, and on and on and on. Then I saw three other rings of four balls with cartesian angles of 90 degrees to each other. Seven in all. I thought too of the many cosmologies of seven; seven candlesticks, seven seas, seven, seven. Then I thought of course, of the seven notes of music! I looked again at the seven seals around the center ball. "Now, Michael, imagine these rings, all seven extended as a plane of balls in all directions. Seven infinite planes of balls. Now do you see the why sound vibrates in seven directions? Why all vibrations take seven directions? As balls make groups of bigger balls, do you

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see how sound jumps in octaves, or groups of seven? See how nature is severed in seven ways?” But I saw even more! I saw a backward science caught in the flatland of two dimensional thinking: a mathematics based on lines and points. I saw the myriad diagrams and oscilloscopes of technology - all based on lines and points. I saw that the Handbook of Chemistry and Physics reflected this by formulae after formulae expressing themselves in powers squared! There it was from the old gravitational force being expressed as distance between masses inversely squared, to Einstein's relations between energy and mass expressed in terms of speed and light squared. I saw that two dimensional ideas were trying to explain a reality that is at the very least three dimensions! I even saw that the exceptions prove the case! That, first when you did see formulae in the Handbook of Chemistry and Physics were cube powers were used, they almost always specifically referred to measuring volume. This was a small percent. The rest of the formulae were about a nature that is a least three dimensions. And these formulae were expressing themselves in powers squared because we were measuring with lines and points, a two dimensional concept. I saw that the few exceptions were exquisite: Kepler describing the speed of a planet on an ellipse as to the power of three. And, yes, I saw that it was Kepler who so long ago saw the keys to this fire in the sky, in the geometry of the common snowflake! I saw that the “official” science declares that the seven notes of music are “purely psychological,” that there is no “scientific” basis. I saw clearly in my mind that vibration would naturally go in seven different directions. I saw that to “official science” this wrongness was not on a small point: but wrongness to the foundation. I saw that we must throw out “official science.” “I need you to see something else, Michael,” said the voice of David. “See that this universe is composed of the substance of feelings: the substance of emotions. The physical reality you move in is represented by a specific outside ball: the ball of Taurus. All the other balls, the eleven other astrological signs, plus the central solar ball are, from the standpoint of physical reality, all felt as energy - emotion. When you focus your attention on this group of prime emotions, as it relates to physical reality, you say that you are awake. When you let go of this focus you are said to be asleep or disassociating. You will learn, Michael, that you can be just as ‘awake’ in other realities: That you are really most ‘awake’ in the central or solar reality of your soul which is, in real scientific physics, beyond time - eternal.”

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Again I felt strangely familiar with what I was being told - that this was already deepwithin me. I knew also that this voice of David came from that solar reality, eternal - beyond time. I knew also that I, Michael, had a special relationship with one of the four rings of balls. “Back to the seven,” said the voice. “What I tell you next is the most important part of this message - it is the message of the seven seas. It is why you are listening in these strange circumstances.” I could feel the smile. The tides and currents in these waters are some of the most confusing of anywhere in the world. It was these waters long ago from the Vineyard that Eldridge first worked out his tide tables. When that difficult task was done the rest of the coast's tides were easy! My eyes fell on the yellow cover of the tide book in the cabin. I was lost. But somewhere I could ‘feel’ the ‘seven seas.’ “Are you really lost, Michael?” I could feel the smile. “The most important part of this message is that even though you need to make, with these changes in mathematics, changes in your thinking, your inetellect; you must also at the same time understand that emotion and feeling are far ahead of intellect. Understand that the order of the Seven Seals, which can be felt, is greater than any intellectual understanding. Think, Michael, of the outside ball of Taurus - the ball of physical reality. Taurus, as is each of the outside twelve balls, is part of the composition of two of the seals of the six and one of the seals of the four. Time and the events in physical reality occur when the seven seals of feeling and emotion act upon the matter of Taurus in a very special order. Once sequence. Listen, feel...! ”

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“First felt is ‘gray.’ This is a feeling of decisveness. A feeling that there are endless possibilities depending upon focus. “The second feeling is ‘black.’ It is a surgical, saturnian feeling. It is the feeling of rupture when emotion begins to move toward any specific focus and therefore all other possiblilities are excluded. “The third feeling is the ‘blue’ nurturing feeling of Jupiter. “The fourth feeling is the ‘red’ martial feeling of raw energy. “The fifth feeling is a ‘green’ venusian, artistic energy. “The sixth feeling is the ‘yellow’ mercurial feeling associated with thought and intellect. But it is not thought and intellect when it is

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in the sequence of producing physical events in Taurus. Then it is physical touch which, but the slightest millisecond proceeds... “The seventh feeling of ‘purple’ is the sensation that follows touch. A raw example whould be the etheric energy that an amputee feels as a phantom limb.” For some reason I held out my arm. My arm was extended far out over the combing so that it was over the swells. Again the vision of David appeared. This time it was in the sea up to his shoulders. The arm of the vision reached out and touched my hand. “Touch,” said the vision. I then felt a sharp, electric jolt. “Touch, Michael, proceeded the sensation even if it was by the slimmest fraction of time. In the sequence that the seven seals of emotion effect reality - the thought - the mercurial emotion occurs sixth in the sequence, towards the end, (David emphasized “end”) of the sequence. When it is in the beginning of the sequence we do something that we call ‘thinking.’ When we are thinking the sensation of this mercurial seal insures that the event will not physicalize. That it will be just a thought. When it is the sequence of emotional seals that produce physical events, it feels like touch. Both have the same specifying ‘pointie’ feeling. You think ‘horse’ here, or ‘building’ there, or ‘triangle’ here. Touch is specific too.” Again the arm and hand came toward me. Again I felt the little electric jolts. “I touch you here... and here... and here. So... when you ‘think’ about doing something you place the mercurial feeling first in the sequence to insure that it does not manifest. You can think about doing something and not do it. You can think about doing something while doing it - two different operations done at the same time. Or...” Again, the hand was poised. “you can just do it.” Again the touch, again the jolt. Again the smile. “Michael, it is like riding a bicycle. Thinking about the mechanics of balancing while you are riding usually interferes.” True, I thought. “Although this knowledge should advance the basis of your intellectual thinking, as it is all based on geometry, I want to emphasize that feeling is far more important and far more powerful than ‘thinking!’”

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I thought of bike riding. Yes, thinking about what you were doing often throws you off balance. “Yes Michael, and many will take the intellectual knowledge as foremost. They will suffer for this because the twelve elembnts of emotion and the feelings of the seven seals the twelve create have their own intellect, and their own morality. This feeling from deep inside you knows what to do.” I had studied the elements of emotion in the past. I knew that the red-martial emotion was in the center of the map. It likes to demand and direct. The green-artistic emotion loves to be directed - to be told what to do. ‘Hurt me, beat me, make me write bad checks’ I used to joke. The artistic type loves martial direction and will often take bad direction rather than no martial direction at all. Red-martial emotion stands in the sequence between the bluenuturing emotion and the green-artistic emotion and martially demands. It can demand anything of the green emotion. But the red emotion can make one and only one demand of the bluenurturing emotion - it can demand to be told what to do. I knew that this was a provable interatction of emotional chemistry. I knew that if you go up to any stranger on the street and hotly but clearly demand that you be told what to do, ‘tell me what to do,’ that the person will automatically feel responsible and caring toward you. Correctly done it never fails. And that if you demand anything else you will automatically get rebuffed. So powerful is this law of emotional chemistry, you can even try it on your ‘enemies.’ You will be surprised at what they sometimes start telling you before they correct themselves! But, yes, I could see what David was saying. Many will overlook the emotional aspect of the new knowledge.

From within me I felt deeper words: The seven seals of energy now quicken. The seven seals now open. Some these vials will bless. Some these vials will curse. Those they curse for a time may do wonders, but their time is shortened. For they shall build this to dogma and the light see not. For they would use the geometry for manipulation and the eternal obtain not. For true this is the endtime to which all souls are born. Now great this separation of which you all were warned. SeVen is as seVen seVered;

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It is fair, for you were warned. Now Great this Separation To which all souls are born. I saw that some would make it near to the finish line, and fail the last test.

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“Of stars that twinkle, Stars that guide, Stars that mock our envy's pride. Of all the stars that ever shined, Best; the inner star we find.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Stars STANDING with my arm around the boom I faced back over the transom. The catboat was gone from my vision. In all directions but above there was a mist. The sea and sky felt insubstantial, mere dream formed by bouncing atoms spaced far apart as galaxies. In the even pitch and roll of the swell the only form of true substance seemed to come from the stars above. David I saw not but heard his voice: “The substance of stars and the substance of the heart are the same, Michael. That substance is the inner ball called soul and love. It is the only true substance for it is eternal.” I knew that the words referred not to cosmologies or theology but to straight forward physics. I knew that was the secret world leaders already knew -- that Einstein was wrong: that time could move faster and slower in places moving at the same rate of speed. I also knw that a Soviet named Koserev had proved this on the cold steepes of Russia. With sensitive clocks he saw that time ran faster in summer than in winter. He reasoned that the added life in summer made the clocks run faster. He placed added life around the clocks in winter and found that to be true. They did run slightly faster. Then he found something even more astounding. He found not only that when he placed a person near the clock it ran faster, but that the clock markedly increased or decreased depending upon what the person did. If the person just rested the clock would run at one speed. If the person concentrated on yellow-mercurial thought perhaps doing algebra - the clock would take a quantum jump to a faster rate. If the person did something green-artistic such as playing an instrument, the clock would again make a quantum jump

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in speed faster than the yellow-mercurial rate. These jumps were in the same exact sequence of the seven seals! “Some physical structures, like stars and atoms, have more connection to the eternal. That is why they ‘last’ comparatively longer.” Yes, an old boot or car gets worn, breaks down. Except under unusual circumstances the atoms that comprise them do not. I thought of ancient buildings in mideastern cities. The rocks placed one upon another do not remain. But the atoms and their memories do. As I looked up upon the stars David's voice became deeper, more resonant: “The Word is the only true substance. It dissolves not. The Word is eternal. It dies not. The Word is love. It hates not. The Word is the heart. It deceives not. Here upon the mast are the letters of the Word.” I turned and again upon the mast, above the piled oak sailrings, was the strange symbol. “See it formed from Trinity, Michael?” No, I didn't. Then, yes, I did. There were two rings of Twelve, an inner and an outer. “The Twelve gates and the twenty four elders, Michael.” Yes, I saw. Each of the twenty four were three separate types. I saw how prime the simple triangle was as a symbol. “As this is an astrological sign, Michael, we will use the names of the three primes as: the cardinal, the fixed, and the mutable. Notice that there is a handle on the balls and on the letters to orient you.”

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I stepped closer to the mast. “East meets West, Michael.” I was shown by diagrams the origin of the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. I was shown the origin of the I-Ching, the oriental Book of Changes. Thre three rings of four balls were static. You could see how it could be severed along these lines as in a crystal. You could see that they could rotate as the four ‘beasts with six wings’ could. “How many ways can each of the four rotate, Michael?” Two “Yes, so how many prime rotations of change do you have?” Eight

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“The Eightfold Path of the East, Michael.” Of Course. I jumped to the next obvious conclusion: If you had two groups of changes showing, for each ring, how that also could be moving in one of the eight directions, you would have the sixty four hexagrams of the I-Ching! I smiled.

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Sailors

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“Men who toil their lives at sea Bemoan the wreck of the Common Plea; Of Sailors lost and dear departed, Of fair young lives that na're got started. Those to whom warm hearths repair Had best reflect in common prayer. For Common Plea is always heard. She marches with strong deed and word. Dead sailors now without a worry Sit in clouds on vast Grand Jury; Allow that those on bended knees Shall now stand up to judge of thee.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Sailors IT seemed for the first time that I noticed the true age showing on the old catboat. Half the spar varnish was gray. There were dangerous splits in many of the oak ribs. The keel was rough and worn from many landings. She was barnacled from two seasons. These were the waters that held the baleful wrek of the Common Plea. And others. Many many others. Some sailors become marooned. Some stay on the beach in envy. Some are lost in crossings. Some are not. Some have the Good Pilot. Some the Good Pilot have not. Some sailors are found. Some sailors are lost. Now in the reality of physics we meet the realization of time. Now is the Great Separation. Sailors who are found will be found still. Sailors who are lost will be lost still. A few leagues west a long time ago the Mayflower attempted a landing but the waters were too treacherous. She had a good pilot and managed to round Race Point for another try at First Encounter Beach near Wellfleet. A small party went ashore. In the distance they encountered three Indians; two men, a small boy and a dog. On the Mayflower was a twelve year old girl named Desire Mintor. I am sure Desire wondered what the boy would be like. Perhaps they would become friends. Could the Indians have

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spotted the strange ship? Could the Indian boy hae seen Deisire Mintor on deck? Perhaps that night he too dreamed they would become friends. What would be said in this meeting of worlds? Surely she would tell him about the King and Queen and the wonderful castles and palaces. But she wouldn't tell him about the fierce Spanish who whould make the Indians into slaves. Not right away. He would show her his hunting skills and the streams full of herring. But he wouldn't tell her of the warlike Iroquois. Not right away. As the mass realization of other realities and the true nature of time increases, there will be other ships and other sailors. These may be very different ships. These may not be very different sailors. Some that seem to be friends may really be enemies. Those who seem to be enemies may have some good souls among them. This realization would be occurring in mass with them as it is with us. The Great Separation will be with them also. How guided is our history of science? Many came very close to expressing the new geometry to the masses in the past. But they did not succeed. There are structures in antiquity which amply show that the geometry was known. But it was not told. How could I succeed where so many failed? Was my vision of David the hallucination of one soon to drown? My fingers were numb. I tied the sheet. The tiller also I tied. My hands were under my coat and sweater for warmth. The tiller I corrected with my elbow. The vision of David I saw not. The voice of David I heard not.

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“Ahab's soul when parched and dry Could not reflect in sea or sky. That soul that sailed to Judgement's Trial Took one last look in Starbuck's eye. Pilots bounded to their soul. Decisions make or break this marriage As each to hell or heaven go.”

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Ships As I gazed back at the wake I dreamed of the ribs of a beached wreck, ribs that had been exposed by planks salvaged or washed away. Was this the catboat's future? A memory of some forgotten past? The vision was clear. The beating sun, the lapping waves, the hot sand, the dry weathered ribs with scarcely noticeable flecks of tan paint. The clear image set itself against the frozen reality of that dark, winter-night's tack. Many keels are laid to end on an ocean floor, wreck on a rock beach or rot forgotten in the yards. What is laid in love and patience becomes an eyesore on the shore, a nuisance to the boatyard or a curio to the diver. For the last time I heard the voice of David. This time very faint, very far away. “All sailors, Michael, are ships of souls as life is not of earth. Sailors without souls are as ships without sailors as each to the other gives birth.” I knew ships would be composed of these inner emotions. As sailors held vessels of soul, other cups of emotion could be held by emotional saucers. The science of the old geometry caused a split in our thinking, a split in our beliefs. It would now be hard to distinguish religion and science. The mass consciousness would be forced to a shift many times greater than when we found the Earth to be round or when we found we were not the center, that the sun did not revolve around us. I knew my soul to be composed of substance.

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I felt a knowledge of changes to occur on this corporeal Earth that I knew I would speak little of: they sounded too far fetched. But I could not ignore this knowledge. A large percentage of the stars seen at night are not single stars. They are binary stars. Groups of two, one revolving around the other. I knew the seven thunders of the emotion brought down by mass realization would change the structure of the earth. Our solar system was to become a binary system. I was sailing my catboat on the watery surface of a soonto-be-star! I saw this becoming a new Earth. I saw this becoming a new Heaven. In this building up there shall be a casting down. For those on the right side of the Great Separation there would be rapture in this marriage, for the marriage is in the hearts. I looked forward past the mast. I could not see far. If I did make it back, where was all this going? I knew that I was not to know. The designs of the shipwright change with time. Some are improvements. Some are not. The slow gathering of knowledge came because we did not know where we were going, not because we did. We learned from experience, and if we saw too far ahead, perhaps we would not have gained this experience. I was not going to the Island. I was returning to the mainland by choice. For I knew which was the real Main-substance. For I knew which was the real island. I knew my quest was on the inner sea and in the inner sky. I knew the ship of soul to be the true quest. That was what I was really gazing at as I looked forward beyond the mast and into the dark.

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“...For He drew the maps of ages And He focused on the bad: Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Dien Bien Phu, and Stalingrad. Now every telex is His nerve cell. Now His ghost haunts every phone. With each internetted whisper, Now all maprooms He calls home. And you too can hear Him, Michael. Every newsman can who tries. In the darkness of His musings, Like this ink upon your eyes.”

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I SAW my past on the Island far in my wake. I thought not of the cold, damp winters when jobs were scarce among us locals. What floated back from my wake were the warm foghorn nights of tourist season summers. I had loved my job as a tour bus driver. It might seem a silly job, but I took it seriously. Into it I had put great effort. It was a tour of mystery and of magic. Those were leisurely days when I could, with coffee and all the papers, wait out on the rocks for the Island Queen to round the chop. The tourist would amble, camera laden, from the Queen to the bus. I took the tickets and began the talk: "I think today I will give you a very special tour. Not the prepackaged tour the bus company gives out. Tell you all the real secrets. Tell you what the real Vineyard is about. All right with you?"

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I amost always used the exact same words. I made every tour the 'special' tour. They always smiled. It was always all right with them. "All right, then. I wasn't kidding. Do you want to know the biggest secret? The biggest secret is something called the 'Mystery of Babylon'. It has everything to do with the Vineyard. It is also called the 'Mapmaker's Baseline of History'. It is khown only to the secret rulers of this Earth and the mapmakers. You will have to listen very closely now. It is not easy to grasp, and even after you grasp it you must mull it over for some time before you grasp also the enormity of the implications. Ready?" A few, always just a very few, would perk up, lean forward, and be ready to truly listen. "I am from a family of mapmakers. I will tell you what was told to me while on my Father's knee a long long time ago. This is the 'Mystery of Babylon'. It is the key to the true Vineyard." There was a map of the Vineyard posted near the mirror above the driver's seat. There were other maps as well. Again, they loved the show, but few, so very few, one or two per tour, would be truly awake to what I was saying. "It is hard to fathom that the biggest secrets lie not in some government computer, but in very large overall outlines, obvious generalities, used and known by only a few. This is the knowledge of the secret rulers. Think truly of our history... "Humans have only been able to navigate with any accuracy on blue water for about 500 years. Think about that: 500 years is a mere microsecond of our history. Prior to that we were just a land mammal. Our center of communication was in Babylon. That is where the camel caravans crossed; here from Asia, here from Africa, and here from Europe. I poionted to the small map of the globe. "See how you can see this better when you stand back from it? See how, by caravan, the communication from these great land masses of Asia and Africa and Europe would centralize here in Babylon?" Then I would add one of my Father's 'rules'. "So Babylon became the information center and the banking center. 'Banking follows information' is the hard rule." At this juncture I would glance through the bus to see who caught the implication. Now and then, on one or another tour, a light would go on behind someone's eyes. "Ah hah!" But, that was rare. Very rare.

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When we first started to navigate we navigated maily around the shores. So, by geography, another information network started to form amongst the fishermen, here, around the Mediterranean, the 'middle sea'. These two informations centers fought each other for about 4000 years then combined here in Jerusalem. The real information center was here in the town of Biblos in present Lebonon. It was code named 'The Words". But, that was a poor place to bank. It was unprotected. The better place was here in the mountains, Jerusalem. There it was close to the Mediterranean on one side, and the Dead Sea and the camel caravans on the other side. Navigation improved even more, and more seamen would venture out away from the shore. The information center moved to here, the Isle of Rhodes, it meant crossing of roads. Then here to Rome. Then here to the Isle of Malta. This was the center through the time of the Crusades. Then, as we humans really started to hit blue water, it went to here, Lisbon. In the 1500's Lisbon was a

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world metropolis with Scandinavians mixing with Blacks from darkest Africa. Around this time an Italian monk wrote a tract in Latin concerning the best way to control economies. He reasoned that the best control would come from controlling an 'outside addiction'. People then made their own wine and meade. Tea, however, had to be imported. It came mainly from the hard route of caravan. What if a sea route could be found? This tract was passed around through the known world among the elite. It was the basis of the British East India Tea Company. They formed this way before they could really manage the navigation. They saw the future. Then, from Lisbon, our species really hit blue water. By geography the information center rested for a time on the Azores. Then it crosssed the Atlantic to this small island here, Nantucket. Nantucket had a problem, the sand bar built up and the deep water ships could not manage the harbor. So..., during the age of sail, before the Suez and the Panama canals, the information center rested on this small island here, Martha's Vineyard. See...? It was just off the sea lane. When all the information came by sail all the main current events of the world came together here, on the Vineyard, in Vineyard Haven. Here the Luce family owned a very private postal system with world wide connections through the tea trade. One member of this family, Henry Luce, who grew up in central China, used this inside information to form Time Magazine. Even though information has changed that 'old boy' network still confabs here." Often, then, I would mention all the owners of major media who had connections to the Vineyard: The New York Times, the Boston Globe, the Washington Post, CBS, and on and on. I would again explain how banking follows information. "See how if you had you bank in the center, and a better center would develop, you would move your bank, move your trusts?" On the very rare occasion, where one of the people had started to catch on to the implication in the beginning, that person would smile. Again, rare. Usually at this point one or two out of the forty in the tour would really begin to think. Sometimes I would add a bit about Abigail Foldger. She grew up on Nantucket and learned this 'naval intelligence' or 'central information' on that central island. She moved to Boston and married a candlemaker named Franklin. Her son was Benjamin. He learned his international diplomacy from his mother. Sometimes I would tell how John Paul Jones was sent to Russia

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from the Vineyard. How few knew that the founder of the American Navy was the founder of the modern Soviet Navy as well! Sometimes, though not often, I would tell of the next important ingredient in the 'Mapmaker's Baseline of History' or 'Mystery of Babylon': the Wu Tui conection. At the time of Christ, from which we measured the millenniums, there were two great empires on two side of the Earth, Rome and China. At that time a secret message was sent along the Silk Road trom the Emperor of China, Wu Tui, to Rome. It is a test of logic to figure out what this message was: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend," so, "why don't we pretend to be enemies but be very secret friends? There we could secretly know all the important intelligence." Mapmaker's know that this agreement, in the age of sail, 'went to sea', and moved westward with the banking and the secret trusts. But I would not tell this often because I knew that in a speech it is wise to stick only to one main point. I knew my main point, if enough people knew, to be strong enough to bring to the people knowledge of secret control..., control of banking and wars that led in a line all the way back to Babylon. I knew this secret banking and the secret trusts created were the Harlot that drank from the blood of nations. I knew that for the children, if I could stand and let the people know, that they too would stand and trample these secret trusts. For these trusts were the bottles of the lizard vintage.

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Sometimes I would get questions. Where was Britain in all this? Didn't Britain rule the waves, almost rule the world? I would explain how this exception proves the rule. Britain was just off the 'Mapmaker's Baseline' or 'Mystery of Babylon' and had one distinct advantage: Isaac Newton. Newton brought us not just gravity, but calculus. It was calculus that enabled her to acccurately fire cannon from a moving boat and rule the waves. Some would catch on: “Oh, so the Vineyard is the small information center and Boston, the banking center is close, that is why Boston too is called 'The Hub?' ” “Yes, it was the canals and the railroad that moved 'Wall Street' to New York. Even when we put down our first underwater cable, it bypassed England. It went from Sayville Long Island, we split the difference bwtween Boston and New York, and

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went directly to Hamburg.” Rarely, but sometimes I would explain why the Navy kept Einstein in Sayville. Sometimes, by example, I would tell of Henry Luce's trip to Tehran, Iran in the 1950's. There he met with the Soviets and the Chinses. As he was on his way back to New York the Chinese divisions crossed the Yalu and entered Korea. They knew that we would not use the bomb. Agreements by which we could build the bombs, test them every so often with the only purpose to keep the population in awe, while the very few took so very much from the many. I loved the tour. “Step right up, folks. If you didn't get a ticket on the boat, I will sell you one on the bus.“ It was a tour of magic. It was a tour of mystery. But I was stopped! The tour bus, in broad daylight, was run off the road by a black truck in Gay Head. The tour company notified the police. Even with all these witnesses the police would do nothing. The next day men who identified themselves as members of the Anguilo crime family made the threat more specific. I knew that they were 'playing for keeps,' that I must back down. I tried the local paper as they offered a reward for information on a black pickup truck dowing the same thing at night. I gbrought the paper the company's report. The newspaper would do nothing. I was sly. I had also included some information, sensitive information, on Naval unpreparedness during a showdown at sea with the Soviets in 1984. This was what I deleted, not the 'Mystery of Babylon.' I also started a small tourist newspaper and again wrote on this 'Mystery of Babylon.' I was stopped again. This time my small newspaper and my property was taken as well. The methods were very underhanded. It did, however, prove to me again that it was the 'Mapmaker's Babylon Line' that was the most sensitive information. If I could stand and tell enough people, they could use this as a key to understand the world's secret history. I was right. I had stood. But, I had failed. Yes, The Mystery of Babylon was a small concept. A concept that would have great implications if many understood. I could be put in a little book. Most, when they first heard it would smile. It was cute, clever maybe. If they saw the true implications they would see the blood shed of many. They would see all the waste in battles from Lampanto to Leyte Gulf. Yes, a little book. It would be sweet in the mouth. But it would be bitter in the belly.

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But, no, I had failed. These were the thoughts in my wake as it trailed from the winds of the Vineyard. Now my legs and arms were frozen numb too. I could not turn my head. A far voice within me screamed, “Move or you will freeze to death.” But I did not move. I started to remember something David had said about the 'standing with maps,' but I could not remember. Some unconscious force in my arm guided the tiller. I felt death near. “Lizard Island,” I said aloud. I laughed. My words surprised me. I saw the steam from my voice drift back over my wake. Words of a dying man. Yes 'Lizard Island' was my private joke. I did so wish for the children to stand and reveal this 'Mystery of Babylon.' The secret trusts, the true bottles of the Lizard Vintage, would be seen, would be trampled. Privately, I sometimes thought about this secret rulership. Could these be real reptiles? Real lizards? With what I had just learned from David, anything was possible! I laughed silently to myself at this silliness. “Move,” an inner voice screamed, “Move or you will freeze to death!” With great effort I managed a small “Ha.” Again a small whiff of steam floated back over my wake. With another great effort I moved my elbow. Moved my knee. Slowly, without moving my head, I saw the light slowly increase. Perhaps this is David again, I thought. But there was no voice of David. Perhaps this is the light of death. It grew brighter. Then I realized that it was the light of pre dawn. Slowly I began to move. Though I knew not why. I was ready for death. Again I thought of David and the maps: Some would use the maps to start other dogma. Some would confuse the symbols with the realities they stood for. Some would be confused because they would see teachings suddenly gone. I knew that the only message from all angles and angles was to own, as the one true inheritance, these energies of emotion to where the soul balance of eternal structure would be realized, be found. That this was the message, a message more important than any messenger. I knew, too that these letters together formed the substance of stars. That the realities on these maps were the Word to be received, that in these charts was the Word and the Word was a sword... a sword with a cut that would heal all nations, forged Of this Calibration; and was - in its truth - a mantle and anoiting balm that not even all the waters of that rough rude sea could wash away.

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Of a sudden our Solar Ball broke in the East, a golden dawn, and with that the wind died down to nil. But it mattered not that the sun took my wind, for I was happy and warm indside, had just made the inner harbor, and was close enough to row ashore.

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Technical Notes There has been some confusion over terminology, mostly with the use of 'gravity' in the 'Laws of Gravities' in the appendix of Letters Upon the Mast. I was mainly concerned with observed limits of nature. One observed limit is the limit of 12 quarks. ('anitquarks' have been postulated giving 24, but this is a lateral stretch.) Another is the limit of crystal symmetries. This limit has been known for many years. Sometimes the limit is 230, and sometimes 232. Another limit is the discrete limit of four types of force, 1- gravity, 2electromagnetism, 3- strong force, and 4- weak force. I then tried to match these observed limits to the most common and very ancient metaphysical systems, that of the cabalah, the 'houses' of astrology, and the I Ching. I noticed that many of the best students of cabalah have attempted to relate a 'ten centered system' to a 'twelve centered system', but without complete success. John Dee's 'scripts' attempt was one, as were the charts of Crowley. Perhaps the problem was hidden in three dimensions. It was. I have noticed that few take the time to see how the cabala map rolls out of the solar crystal. This is on illustration XVIII in the book. For most it would be about a forty minute proof. At some point I will make charts to give all the steps, making that easier. I then looked at the main points of Koserev...: 1- Time is denser at effect and less dense at the source. By this it is meant that if you take a spring, attach it to a wall, and stand back pulling it that it will be noticed that time as measured by very sensitive clocks along the spring will run faster near the wall (effect) and slower near the person pulling the spring (cause). Here we have a great confusion with terms. Another thing noticed by Koserev has more to do with the definition of time. He noticed that one hallmark of time was it's 'irreversibility', that it ran one way. By this he meant that a movie of a diver jumping off a diving board, if the film is played in reverse, is completely absurd. So the question is where is there 'more' time? At the 'effect' where the clocks run faster? Or at the 'cause' were there are more possibilities and choice? For example the spring could be let go.

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2- The second main point of Koserev was that there are discrete jumps when a biological system is introduced. There was a discrete jump, (an increase), between when a person near a clock did something very mental (mercurial) such as a math problem as opposed to something creatively artistic such as playing a violin. It seemed obvious that the discrete clock jumps were going along the 'lightning flash' known to students of cabala, the mental being 'Hod', and the creative 'Netzach'. Combining the above observations I conclude that there is more 'time', or power or possibilities near the cause were there is least effect on clocks. This will continue to cause problems in terminology. With this I very much object to the use of the 'word' dimension in referring to time. There are three dimensions, height, width, and depth. Entering time into this and calling it a 'forth' dimension is mixing apples with oranges. 'Event' creation within a reality field is time. It is observed change, and that change seems to have irreversible properties. There are not more dimensions than three, but there are certainly more reality fields than this. Events are changes within a reality field. Reality fields are limited interdependent stages where events can take place. They include South Dakota and last night's dreams. The 'limit' on these reality fields is 12 with the central (13th) that holds them together which must be something like 'all time', or 'no time', or eternal. However, when our focus is in one specific reality field, the other reality fields are felt as energy or a type of emotion. Let us say that the focus is for the present 'common physical reality' noted as Taurus. If the focus changes to another reality field (a type of specific 'dream') then the 'physical reality' as the others are felt as types of energies or 'emotions'. There is then sort of an equality (as limit to quarks) about the twelve outside fields. With that in mind, here is the clarification of terminology...: The 'Laws of Gravities' part of the appendix was written about 1975. At that time I was thinking of each outside ball or reality field as a type of gravity. So on that page I am equating 'reality field' as 'energy element' and 'gravity'. So, in

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that sense..., 12 'gravities. Notice that each ball only has four others touching it. It is for that reason that without the presence of life or 'bio' energy that force has a limit of four types (Gravity, electro, strong, weak). When 'bio' energy is introduced you can also introduce the other energies beyond the four adjacent directly. This is why Pavlita was able to harness these energies wherein force would go through materials as conductors that were insulators to electromagnetic force etc. That should also help clear up the term 'stable energy focus' on the same appendix page.

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