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Blue Moon - Google Docs

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Karakal, literally translated means, "Blue Moon."

Cherchez La Pomme Bleue

Overview

Anton, a veteran Free-lance Computer Engineer, English by birth, long divorced and seeking inner peace, love, and a sense of purpose, disappears in the Razes , an ancient fiefdom said to include the site of Rheada the mythical Celtic capital of the ancient Visigoth empire, better known today as the Languedoc in southern France; This is a land steeped in mysteries, strange intrigues, and with a history, of heretical neo-Christian beliefs, of alchemy, of treasure, of blasphemous Ferrel Knights, The Inquisition, and of long forgotten genocides. Yet right here and now in the present epoch, a somewhat pleasant wonderland of forests, wildlife, vineyards, honeys, wines and all manner domesticated livestock and farmyard fowls. A place where the inhabitants remain shy and secretive, withdrawn into their own cultural ways, so little changed since times long gone by.

This story carries with it present day allusions of pending cataclysmic ecological events, such as those foretold in the Mayan Calendar. It is inspired, at least in part, by Antons extensive travel, including his many incursions into little known regions of the world, his meetings with remote enigmatic communities, and his relationships with numerous esoteric, occult bodies worldwide.

Sandwiched between prologue and epilogue, through several chapters, a strange fantasy is narrated to you by a renowned psychologist.

Scene 1: A rather tense re-union.

The Preface

The Paarden Markt, boasts the best selection of Indo-Chinese Restaurants in Antwerp.

The psychologist and her two siblings, being well aware of this, are to be found dinning out at La Karakal,(literally translated as, the Blue Moon), which is just about the very best.

The name of their venue pleased the psychologist. She had once been told, she would marry and have a truly fulfilled life directly following two successive Blue Moons; and such an event had indeed occurred, and her marriage had quickly followed just as foretold. She blushed gently at the thought of her future with her new partner who was sadly, currently away on a business trip to Latvia.

The eldest of the trio and seemingly the host for the evening, was Jocelyn a trade secretary at the local British consulate. Accompanying her was her partner and soul mate, the Jewish diamond dealer Warren Kay, for the moment the only male in the group. Kay was fresh in from visiting clients in Marseilles, and making a flying visit to Flanders in order to enjoy an evening out with Joel and her siblings, before journeying on to spend the Pass-Over with his parents in Tel Aviv.

The third female, and by far the youngest in the group, was Cloe de Jardeneir a very chic young cub reporter for the French newspaper, Le Soir.

The meal is well under way, and the conversation till now, terse if not a little strained, not surprisingly however, considering some of the history between these three young women. The topic of had swung round to a mutual family member, Anton St. Ebbes, the first husband of their beloved mother, and father to the two elder siblings. He had recently disappeared under odd circumstances in the Basque region of France, close by the Spanish marches.

Kay reveals to his companions at super that, after the disappearance of their missing relative, he had been told by a journalist he had met in his travels, that someone not unlike Anton had turned up in a French hospital in the Aude Valley region of France, suffering from amnesia as a result of some strange unexplained accident. The journalist had in fact visited the man in hospital, and had found that he seemed slowly to be recovering his memory but was in no way certain as to his full identity. Kay told how over several days the journalist had questioned the man closely and had found he indeed responded to the name Anton, and that he had owned a Restaurante in some remote mountain village. The journalist had listened very carefully to the story the man had told, but rather intriguingly, before he could learn much at all, the man just disappeared from the hospital. The journalist had told Kay that the last time he had seen the man calling himself Anton, he had talked of needing urgently make his way back to a place he called Rheada.

Kay completed the journalist's verbal account, telling the psychologist and her companions that he had attempted to back track this man Anton in order to verify some of the facts.

He located an immobilier who had sold a Restaurante to an English man a year or so before, but neither the surname nor the Restaurante name seemed to correspond.

He located a local business man who has leased a property to an Englishman at about that time.

He located a Notary who would seemed to have formalised the deal.

He discovered the Mayor of a small village, now retired, who claimed to have endlessly harassed an Englishman called Anton at every turn, just for the hell of it. 'L'Anglais', 'Le Rosbif, 'Le Fou', 'Le stupide Monsieur Anton' he seemed to enjoy repeating these abuses over and over again.

Finally he found the hospital and indeed the doctor who had treated the said Anton.

The doctor had related how Anton had been brought in by some wretched Catalonian woman who was herself so ill she could barely walk, and who in fact died the next day. She was old, the doctor had told Kay, "The oldest person think I have ever seen", implying that she showed some rather unnatural, and excessive signs of ageing.

Kay had manuscript-ed his account of Anton's story and later that evening gave a copy of this to the psychologist, thus subsequently laying the foundation for the story which will shortly unfold.

"Typical of the old man", said Joel to a murmur of ascent from the others.

The waiter arrived and with a round of crème brulée, and a more pleasing mood took over the group. Coffee and liqueurs followed and the atmosphere most definitely improved.

At !0:00pm precisely the head waiter accompanied by a sweet young woman from the hat check room arrived with Kay's brief case and his street clothes.

He stood to take his leave, Joel ask with concern if he wished her drive him to Centraal Station.

"That's kind of you my love, but my taxi will be outside with my luggage in it, as we speak. It is just a short ride down 'Keyserlei'. You stay and enjoy the rest of the evening with your sisters, and besides I don't think this intriguing little soiree is yet complete. He kissed her fondly, winked and nodded at the other two, and left.

"What the hell did that comment mean?" asked the psychologist with obvious irritation.

"And why did you get us all here tonight anyway?. Lovely as it is to see you both, once again, of course", she added as weak after thought. The mood was definitely slumping once again.

"In fact I didn't." Joel defended herself. "I played a small part in making the bookings I confess, but it was all done according to instructions I received from a gentleman who called himself Mr Scot."

As though on cue the Maître d’ arrived, and immediately lifted the tenner of the moment by directing the dessert trolley waitress to generously disburse a mouthwatering array of Belgian chocolates, before finally placing before each young woman a single red rose and a small sealed pink envelope on the front of which was embossed in gold print, their individual names.

The Maître d’ bowed his head ever so slightly and before backing away from the table altogether said, " Should you desire anything more at all, please do not be afraid to ask! Your entire evening has been and continues to be, courtesy of a long time friend of your absent relative, a certain Mr Scot.

Gale, the psychologist, was the first to pick up her envelope and turning it over, observed on the rear, a vaguely familiar embossed Mandela shaped emblem, printed in silver and enclosing a three headed Scottish thistle over a number 1835, beneath that a further symbol she knew only too well. From all of this, she knew that however indirectly, this was a message here from her father and it meant that he was alive. She felt a cold shiver pass through her body. "Some ones just walked over my grave", goes the old saying.

Somewhat bemused they all carefully opened their envelopes, revealing each to contain a small pink card which they eagerly removed, and proceeded carefully to study.

The cards comprised a single fold from within which cascaded, a broad ribbon of the finest ivory white silk, and onto which had been printed the following message:

"In compliance with the desire of my esteemed friend and your relative,

Anton St. Ebbes's, with purpose of organising and arranging a Living Funeral

at which it is his intent to impart certain important secrets, you three young

ladies have been invited here this evening as his three principle beneficiaries,

to witness his personal declaration of his intentions which, if you are all

three in full agreement, will take place by video link in the next two hours.

The venue and circumstances for this declaration is to be explained fully

to you by another close friend of Anton's, who currently awaits you in reception

and to whom your request for him to join you at table will be conveyed by the

Maître d’ ."

"For heaven's sake, why on earth am I included in all of this?" said Cloe, mixing metaphors in her confusion."After all he's not my father, is he? - is he?!", by now she was completely losing her cool.

"You should read some his Qabalistic articles, the one called 'Choice, Chance and Responsibilities in our Genetic Heritage' in particular, might well explain a lot. After all he does always refer to you as Little Sister!" said Joel surprising herself at having remembered such a 'God awful' title in the circumstances."He believes he is more closely related to you, than Gale and I are to your father. But then what the Hell if there's some cash in it for you, humour him why don't you, all this is starting to smell of big monies"

The psychologist, hadn't yet raised her eyes from her silken message. She read and re-read the information content, trying hard to discover some additional hidden meaning. She couldn't.

"Lets call the Maître d’ and get this other chappy in to explain whats going on here", she exclaimed at last.

Moments later the Maître d’ brought to their table, a tallish fellow, with close shaven head, sickly sallow complexion, slightly boggle eyed behind his cheap NHS style circular wire rimmed spectacles. He was badly stooped, and walked with a somewhat gauche physical affliction, which might have been due to the direct effect the Ankylosing Spondylitis {AS} from which he suffered, or to the conflicts of the medication he required in order to combat it. There was sadly something tragically comical about his entrance

The Maître d’ introduced him to the young women as Monsieur Spender De Kash, before arranging for him, an extra placed at the table, under Gale's direction.

He was freely offered an alcoholic beverage but declined and begged instead black coffee and a small glass of Vichy water.

Though Gale and Cloe both felt they had met their new guest before, they were however most anxious to learn what he had to tell them, and therefore suspended any curiosity as to his background or credentials, in respect of what was fast unfolding as the strangest of encounters.

"We understand you've got something important to tell us", said Jocelyn. "Are you some kind of solicitor ? Just what is this all this about ".

'Maître Spender De Kash', the thought brought a wry smile to the newcomers lips, but he

neither said nor did anything to disavow them of their impression. Instead he proceeded to explain simply how during the remainder of the evening he planned to enlightenment them as to the affairs of Anton St. Ebbes.

A little more than 15 minutes later found four of them, in their top coats, well wrapped against the chill March evening air, and standing in front of a drab neglected street door, just identifiable through the ravages of weather, as blue, and very much in need of a coat of paint. They were just a few meters along the Paarden Markt from the restaurant where they had just enjoyed a splendid Rice Tafel - a la Belge.

The door was totally flush no numbering, no key lock, and no letter box. Mounted on the masonry to the right, at about eye level, was an ancient block of three bell pushes with corresponding sealed name tags alongside.

The top name tag read very clearly if faded, Concierge, the middle tag comprised a black bat shaped emblem as one associates with the comic book super hero Batman, except that across it was embolden in red capitals the word BATS.

Jocelyn looked at Gale but saw very little acknowledgement.

"Probably too young to have remembered" thought Jocelyn," after all I was only 10 years old myself, but what fun it had been, - The BATS ( the British Amateur Dramatic Society ) Club room, where we had rehearsed for three Pantomimes at the end of the 70s, all four of us Mum, Dad, Gale and I"

The third name tag was much less faded than the others, it was in fact, fairly recent.

L'Atelier des mystérieux it read .

Monsieur De Kash, pushed the third bell push.

Beyond the door in fact were just two units. On the ground floor secreted under the staircase was a small rather bare office suite. It contained a partners swivel chair, a roll top desk, a single cot, and had a messy kitchenette in one corner half hidden by a blanket hung from the ceiling. In the opposite corner behind a frosted glass sliding door hid something approximating to an En suite.

The three push buttons at the door all fed into an antiquated board on the wall over the desk. This had just two indicators to identify which callers required access to the single upstairs chamber.

The outside door opened straight inwards onto the same old rickety stairs Jocelyn remembered from her childhood.

"Possibly with the same old cobwebs to" she thought.

At the top of the stairs was the door, painted green with a broad diagonal rainbow stripe across its middle. Joss's heart missed a beat. Gale exuded a strange nasal noise but said nothing which might have indicated her thoughts or recollections.

The Concierge was so shabbily dressed as to almost defy description, one couldn't quite tell if she wore a badly fitted front buttoning dress or a housecoat whatever, she had the figure of a pregnant gorilla and was far less alluring. She reeked of garlic, booze and urine. Gales guess was that she had dabbed Jenever behind her left ear and Ricard Pastis behind her right.

In her hand she had a small bunch of keys which she held out to Monsieur De Kash, but before he could take hold of them, Gale snatched them off the woman and ran up the stairs to open that magic door.

The Concierge gave a Gallic shrug, a black toothed grin, and said in broad Antwaarpse -

" Everything has been set up for you, as per instructions Minheer," before retreating back into her den.

By then the upper door had been opened, Gale was inside, and every light that worked was blazing.

The rest took the stairs a little slower but were soon through the door and watching Gale in the center of the room slowly gyrating to an unheard rhythm.

"So you do remember then?," said Joss.

"What on earths going on here" Cloe asked somewhat bemused, Joss took several minutes to relate a little bit history of which Cloe hadn't been part.

Meanwhile De Kash moved to some communication equipment neatly set up close by the Bar.

"Help yourselves to drinks from the bar if you want, its all been paid for by Mr Scot you know" said De Kash.

Knowing her elder sisters tastes, Cloe took charge of the bar and saw to it their glasses were suitably charged. For the moment she ignored De Kash.

The room was about the approximate size of a tennis court. At the opposite end of the room to the bar, masquerading as a stage was a low platform. To the left was several large packing cases, brimming over with the most exciting treasure trove. Toto's, wigs hats masks, plastic swords and an entanglement of theatre props and support equipment. Within minutes Joss and Gale were dressing up and dancing around, regressing back through the decades and behaving like demented school kids, and it wasn't long before Cloe to, caught the fever and joined in.

Back by the 'Coms' gear De Kash was oblivious of the frivolity going on around him, he concentrated on tuning a satellite transceiver.

Suddenly crackling gave way to a booming voice. " I thought you'd like this venue", it said.

All activity ceased instantly and every head in the room swung round to look at the screen.

"Dad ?"!

"Tony ?"!

"Anton?"!

"Speak of the Devil", said De Kash.

"Hi Grandad".

All heads now swung round to look at the door.

A good looking well bronzed teenager stood there grinning at every one.

"Hi Mom, Hi Gale, Hi Cleo. Bonjour monsieur. Vous es Spender De Kash n'est pas ?".

"Raoul ! How on earth did you get here?" exclaimed Joss in astonishment!

"Mr Scot, a friend of Granddad's, called me at College and kindly arranged to get me here. A bit of a strange time of day even for a secret assignment though, and I had to get a special dispensation."

"So whats going down then Monsieur Le Breicht ?" said Raoul directing his last question back to the Video Link.

Every one had been so preoccupied they hadn't heard the young man being greeted at the street door. Nor had they heard him noisily crashing up the stairs.

" You do like making an entrance, Raoul" said Gale with a broad grin.

Then she also turned back to her father's image on the video screen, and said with a hint of irritation."Where are you for crying out loud ?, and just what are you up to Tony ?".

She always enjoyed denying him that respectful acknowledgement which she knew he longed for.

"And whats all this Living Will crap? Your not thinking of topping yourself are you?!"

Anton couldn't be certain which of his audience had made the last remark but noted that each of them was quizzically wide eyed in anticipation of his responses.

"Terminologically inaccurate, I'm afraid, you see, I'm thinking more A Living Funeral, remember the film 'The Weather Man'! More a social gathering to say Adieu, than a palliative agenda to ease any discomfort in the inevitable passing over; and no ! I've nothing planned any time soon."

Until then Anton had been peering slightly downwards into a camera, which was close-up enough for his face appear slightly fish-eyed by distortion. Now he backed away sufficient for his guests to see him full length, and as he did the camera adjusted accordingly in focal length and depth of focus, indicating that some proficient operator was in control. The cameraman maintained height and angle of azimuth, such that, as Anton moved away behind him over his shoulders, the darkness gave way to an electric blue luminance from which emerged the image of a post Gothic, medieval circular tower. It was as all of them knew well, the Alchemy Tower of the ruined Château d'Hautpoul, ancient home to Les Seigneurs Barons du Rennes. To all but the uninitiated, Anton was quite clearly standing in the terraced garden of his one time Restaurante La Pomme Bleue.

When it pleased him, Anton knew how to look flamboyant. This evening his costume comprised, a corded smoking jacket of crushed purple velvet, high collared with exaggerated lapels, expansive cuffs and trimmed overall with an elaborate yet delicately embroidered pattern of red and orange silken cotton threads, subtly intertwined with fine threads of gold and silver. Visible underneath the jacket, he wore a grey tunic and plaid trousers. Tied unevenly about his waist was a belt of black rope, the longer hang of which revealed, seven evenly spaced knots. On his head, trimmed similar to the rest of his ensemble, he wore what might be described as a 'Dumbledorf' hat.

"Viola! Le Breicht de Limoux" said Raoul with more than just a hint of mockery in his voice. "Is that what the best dressed mystics are wearing this year, Grandad?".

He was grinning from ear to ear.

" You shouldn't take the piss out of you elders", whispered Cloe, not really knowing what to make of all that she was seeing.

Anton selected for himself high backed a white wrought iron garden chair, moved a little closer to the camera and sat down.

"Spender, could you please arrange chairs for every one, and drinks where necessary"

From off camera and to Anton's right a tall flute of a blue drink dressed up Pims-like with fruit and herbs, was offered. To those in the know, this was Le Patrons drink, an azure blue Curacao made long and refreshing by a generous portion of Mauzac Blanc; this was - La Pomme Bleue.

Anton savoured his drink then held it over his lap, caressing it between his center and third finger as one would Champagne or Cognac.

"My little speech will have to be brief, the satellite is not Geo-stationary and as we are running a little behind I could very quickly lose you all."

"Or we could lose you, even", cheeked Raoul.

"Quite so!" said Anton with a grin.

Seeing everyone settled down Anton cleared his throat and slightly nervously started his oration.

"Whilst not wishing to be embarrassingly maudlin by recapping in detail how very much through my own negligence, I have so often let you all down, that would be just too tawdry and tactless.Let me just say, I do acknowledge in particular my recent foolhardiness in losing what should have been your inheritances."Yes for that I'm truly sorry.

"Let me further say, I'm sorry that; - So often I've taken you all for granted; and by my thoughtless and ill considered actions, I've caused you much grief, hurt and sorrow. Time and time again what I thought was a show of devotion to you all, must have come across as possessiveness.

Finally, I'm sorry for all those times, when you had to point out, that I was in in denial, (It might have helped, if I knew what that really meant)."

He paused briefly and then began again.

"You know, the headlines in the local french newspapers really said it all, and how they left me in despair"

"I came back from France with just 40 Euros to my name. No car, no computer, no home, just the clothes I stood up in. I even had to beg a lift to the Channel, and even the ferry was paid for me. In fact, I arrived in Dover destitute, hardly someone likely to command much love and respect amongst his family"

"Life, goes on though!"

"Amongst my 'Facebook' messages recently, was one via the Mayan Calendar Portal which gave me much encouragement:

'We are all responsible for our own destinies, for we alone hold the reins to the pathways of our own lives . No matter what we've endured, or whom we perceive as our tormentor, ultimately we hold each and every aspect of our lives in our own hands. We need only to re-arrange our perceptions, our thinking, our reactions, our habits, and our choices. Extremely difficult? yes very. but in the end extraordinarily empowering.'

From this I decide to re-evaluate everything I could recall of my time in Rennes. I am here to revisit and reassess all my memories and recollections of those strange unusual events, as they occurred, and the emotions which accompanied them, of-times as moments trepidation and despair, as i endured them here in Rennes:

No one ever arrived in this place without some feelings of intrigue, or without inquisitively wondering, hopefully, whether there might be something worthy of investigation and which they might covertly claimed as their own personal trove."

Remember though, the primary aims of the restaurant were commercial, such that whenever given the opportunity, our claim went up loudly; 'This restaurant is the real treasure of Rennes'."

"Its true that every tidbit, every snippet of information that was gleaned from the locals, were all spun by yours-truely 'Le Patron' into a daily patter and used to satisfy the vociferous mystical appetites of the mainly touristic clientele.

Nor were such communications just one way. Many tourists did the rounds of the various points of interest, like the village church - L' église Ste Marie-Madeleine, the bookshop - Le Librairie Atelier Empreinte, the Tourist Information Centres in both Rennes le Château and Rennes le Bains, and those inscriptions on the widely diverse, Cavalries, graves, and other monuments, megaliths or dolmen, which abound in the region; until finally having been well and truly hooked, they returned to the restaurant to demonstrate their superior intellect at having discovered something overlooked by the thousands of lesser mortals who had preceded them.

Locals and the tourists weren't the only source of information.

The restaurant staff were inspirational in their networking amongst the communities at every level, particularly those amongst the region's 'New Age' groups.

These young caterers, all near Ferrel children of a previous generation of ex-pat drop-outs, each skilled at surviving in conditions not experienced by their 'homey' counterparts back in the old country, were loyal to the extreme. Propagandists and great public relations warriors, they provided an invaluable, two way source of legend and mysticism.

In addition to these benign sources of information, there were almost as many sinister background groupings, representatives of whom had from time to time, dramatically and sometimes ominously made themselves known to those close to me. These included, treasure hunters, chasseurs, occultists and some times, common criminals.

Then ofcourse there were the Authors who frequently came and went. The famous ones, inspired, knowledgeable and imaginative, the unknowns, obscure and in search of insight and revelation, each guarded with their own acquired knowledge, and yet ready at an instance to plagiarise that of others.

According to folklore, there are as many as ten material treasure troves to be discovered, each from a different epoch or an earlier millenniums. But as to ethereal treasures, there are almost as many as there are searchers who seek them. The 'Holy Grail' was for each and every one of them, a completely different reality. It may be hard to comprehend, but Mystics would arrive regularly and though they rarely realised it themselves, each would bring with them a brand new dream.

One retired couple of ex-pat IT specialists used their skills to set up a very exclusive archival service. This enabled them to give very informed critiques of any one foolish enough to go into print with anything less than a fully researched manuscript. At the same time they provided a unique research platform for those who could pay the price. A wikipedia of mystery you might have called it.Their highly useful database was backed up by a multilingual library of rare and exotic books, which relegated my own library there back home, to a very poor second best.

Fran and Alan P... were both clients and friends of Le Patron, and he was a regular contributor to their archives.

So what then of my legacy, what do I leave behind me? Could I possibly have located, that crock of gold?, or perhaps I'll leave nothing more tangible than dreams, exotic by nature maybe, yet with the possibility of being either sacred, or profane?

I can tell you this, treasure does exist, and that the surprising yet shocking secret of where at least one of them can be found, is now mine to cautiously reveal, when the moment is right."

"For the moment however, if you will allow, let me prepare you all for my proposed Living Funeral, which of course you may or may not decide to attend. Let me offer you each a Quest, which will I hope better prepare you for that occasion, and need I say naturally, you may accept or ignore your quest as you so wish."

"You might reasonably be thinking that if I know anything at all of value or import, why don't I just come back home and show you the evidence. Unfortunately Destiny hasn't finished with my yet, there are still a couple more hands for me to play. I have three very important people to contact. The first of these, called Claude Faraux has since 2003, lain in the morgue at Esparazo, his corpse, caught up in a legal tug-a-war over certain estates and a Château in the coastal region near Fitou. The second could well be a deal harder to locate, Fulcanelli wrote three books, (including his opus magnum, - Le Mystere des Cathedrales ) all published after his 'disappearance' in 1926. This man's date of birth, death and possible age, are all shrouded in mystery, and suggestions that he was still alive in 1953 (years after his reported 'disappearance'), living in a castle high in the mountains of Spain. In the 1920's, Fulcanelli was said to be an old man in his 80s, but by the 1950's he was reported to be a man in his 50s. The third person, the very enigmatic Alain Ferral, well known in this parish, a Pop singer, Opera singer, author, adventurer and would be all round mystic. Alain is currently not answering his calls."

"It might be considered at least I should send my information for your scrutiny, however;

Being aware of the physical and psychological dangers you will all under once you become aware of this knowledge, you will understand the strange but necessary caution I intend to undertake in imparting tit to you. Soon you will each be communicated with, separately and differently. You will each be immediately aware of the communication's source (myself), and therefore it's apparent nature, and thus giving you each a final chance to completely disassociate yourselves from any involvement or risks whatsoever. The sequence and direction of your lives from that point in time, will be totally in your own hands."

"And this tape will self destruct in 10 seconds. Oh come on Grandad you've been watching too many Mission Impossible re-runs"

Any hope that Raoul's remarks might relieve the built up tension by introducing a little sardonic humour failed completely, as every one there in Antwerp witnessed, a hand holding an ancient German Lugger appeared in front of Anton's face just as it, and the whole scene, disappeared in a snowstorm of visible noise along with a zig-zagging collapse of the video picture, as the satellite went over the horizon.

Some one screamed at both venues, but with the loss of the satellite link, neither could any longer hear the other.

So God exists then?. - Google Docs

So God exists then?. - Google Docs

The possibility of a chance happening, an un-fortuitous occurrence, a random serendipitous event, much less, a totally unconnected series of entropic events, could take place
within this closed bio-sphere which surrounds our planet earth, of which we euphemistically refer to, as our environment; and that ...such a happening might have in fact resulted in the existence of, one Richard Dawkins, is statistically impossible.

In that the number of events required to lead to the existence of Dawkins is so infinitely large, and that chance, or much less likely, a totally unconnected series of entropic chance events, cannot even be contemplated, - Unless of course, the original said chance event, was an effect of 'the cause without a cause' - namely, the supernatural.

According to the Collins Dictionary:
Entropy: n, 1. Formal lack of pattern or organisation.
2. Physics a thermodynamic quantity that represents
the amount of energy present in a system
that cannot be converted into work because
it is tied up in the atomic structure of the system.

In view of the above definitions and on re-visiting the secular understanding of the 'Big Bang Theory, even if the first event were indeed chance, from the Formal consideration of Entropy, Richard Dawkins could not possibly exist without invoking some universal laws of nature, which can only mean, the need for the organisational talents of - a 'Supreme Being'.

However; from the understanding of Entropy in Physics, - statistically, it is most unlikely that Reality itself, could have survived long enough for any one to have read even the title of this article of mine, unless of course, - !

Thus, either God exists, or Richard Dawkins is a figment of my imagination and is just about to go up in a puff of smoke,
Byyyye !!! Anton Lebreicht@the.end.of.time

Life :- is that which remains, in any object of animated form, when all else has been identified and scientifically accounted for, - be it a chacteristic, an essence, or yet a mode of existence.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Sunday, October 08, 2006

 

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Qabalistic View of General Evolution

A Qabalistic view of the Divine principles of Emanation

The Evolutionary Process of Emanation, like all other developments of Natural Philosophy, follows a pattern, referred to esoterically, as 'the Sephirotic Tree', and is based on the law that, all Realms, Planes, Levels, Organisms, Elementals, Entities, or other situations of reality, are modelled on Divine principles.
'The Sephirotic Tree' is a schematic tool for the demonstration of the set of prime laws of existence, and their philosophical arrangements in the governance, of the Holiest of attributes.
(Schematic tools such as 'The Sephirotic Tree', may also be applied to, and used for, the modelling of less divine principles, of any physical, meta-physical or philosophical study.)

In the very Beginning:
'A dimensionless Pythagorean point occurs at the core of the un-manifested Euclidean vastness of Infinities.
A point without width, depth, height, weight or mass, a point without dimension of any form imaginable, or unimaginable. Such a point, - the Primordial Point - must in truth comprise Absolute Nothingness'.

We shall name this state Ny) - AYN:

Figure 1.

In Qabala, the transcendent Absolute Entity is called: AYN - Ny) .
AYN - Ny) means: - No-Thingness, - Beyond Existence, and - Separate from all else.
Ayn - is the Absolute Nothingness.
Ayn is neither still, nor is it in motion. Ayn is not above nor is it below, for Ayn is nothing, and thus is nowhere.
Ayn is soundless though it is not silence. Ayn is zero but it is not void, for out of the no-thingness of Ayn, comes the one of Ayn Soph, (Pwooaas Ny)).
Ayn Soph (Pwooaas Ny)), means The Endless.
The Absolute Nothingness of Ayn's zero, is complimented by the Absolute All of Ayn Soph's one.
The Transcendent Absolute Entity - AYN - (Ny) ), and the Immanent Absolute Entity - Ayn Soph - (Pwooaas Ny)), simultaneously and respectively, are Nothing and All.
The Absolute Entity has no other attributes, than the nomenclatures:- AYN - (Ny) ), and Ayn Soph - (Pwooaas Ny)).
Thus the Absolute Entity is singularly, just the Absolute Entity, no more, no less, and therefor nothing else compares to it.
Tradition states that in order to understand itself, the Absolute Entity must first Will to visualize itself.
By that same tradition the Will of the Absolute Entity is symbolized as Ayn Soph Aur -
(rw) Pwooaas Ny)), the Endless Light of Will, and that light which emanates from Nowhere and Everywhere, shines omnisciently, out of the heart of the combined Realms of the Transcendent Absolute Entity - AYN - (Ny) ), and the Immanent Absolute Entity - Ayn Soph - (Pwooaas Ny)).
The Absolute Entity knowing ALL, thus Wills the first Separation, in order that it might behold itself.
Again by that same tradition, we are told that this first Separation is accomplished by a contraction within 'the Absolute All of Ayn Soph' where a place is formed, in which the manifested Existence might thus be mirrored.
This voided place is finite, and thus limited in relation to 'the Absolute All of Ayn Soph which contains it.

In Qabala, this act of contraction is known variously as, (zyz x / xzyz), the Zig-Zag fork-lightening of Zimzum, brings about the Void of Unmanifested Existence even though it is , by tradition, the size of a dimensionless point in the midst of the Absolute Entity.
Unmanifested Existence is the place of Emptiness.
It is quite different from No-thingness because, although it is negative like the empty space inside a hollow ball, it is in fact 'an entity'.
Such a condition must exist so that Positive Existence may come into being within it.

AYN SOPH AUR:
The Divine Light of Infinite Spectrum, visible though as yet unseen:
The Divine Will of irresistible force, capable of displacing the immovable:
AYN SOPH AUR, the Imperative Will of AYN SOPH, surges throughout AYN.

Yet, that the Omnipotent Will of AYN SOPH AUR, should shine throughout AYN SOPH, and the wondrous knowledge of those events should be contained within AYN, may in itself, not suffice.
For within AYN SOPH, the Absolute All is Cosmic unconsciousness, in a divine state of marvellous Serenity! Yet by the very nature of the surge of AYN SOPH AUR throughout AYN, here is a Reality verging on uncontrollable turbulence, lacking an understanding from which there might emerge self awareness! Thus in order that these events, and the knowledge thereof, be finally balanced, AYN SOPH AUR, must Will that the Almighty, Absolute ALL, be truly understood.
" If by the surging Imperative Will of AYN SOPH, some cataclysmic rupture in the continuum of its structures occurs, and Ayn-Soph is forced to withdraw from a part of the vessel AYN and into itself; And if by doing so, some great Chasm like blister or erstwhile benign appendage comes into being; not a Void (not an abhorrent Void!), but perhaps a vessel of emptiness much as Ayn originally was. A zero actuality, yet of finite nothingness; no void vessel this, nor yet total emptiness; but a place suitable perhaps, for some impending Emanation;
Then knowledge of such a cataclysmic event would once more flow into AYN, most particularly that part of AYN where the event occurred, further straining the very structures of Ayn-Soph. With this new knowledge would flow the how and why of such an event, along with its consequences, and the opportunistic possibilities and philosophies underpinning it, simultaneously with the knowledge of the Imperative Will of AYN SOPH, and its search for understanding and self awareness. "

As already stated - by tradition, the Will of the Absolute Entity that surrounds the voided space, began to radiate Ayn Soph Aur - (rw) Pwooaas Ny)) the Endless Light of Will, into the
Void of Unmanifested Existence.
This brings into focus three factors which themselves are contained within the Void.

• the Will of the Absolute Entity - (the cause without cause)
  
• the act of allowing it so to happen ( the first Emanated cause )
  
• the Restriction to limit and contain the event. ( the first Emanated effect )
  

The three Zahzahot, as the Occult (hidden) roots of what eventually becomes the first of several sets of major laws, which govern Existence, generate the processes of expansion and contraction, overseen by a greater Will.

Qabalists sometimes regarded as original acts of Mercy and Severity operating under the direct eye of the Absolute.
Whilst these three Occult (hidden), Splendours lie outside both Manifested and Unmanifested Existence, they profoundly effect the nature of the Cosmos, and the result of their interaction, as it came into being out of the Will of AYN SOPH.
When the 'Will of the Absolute Entity' - ( Kav ), begins penetrating the periphery of the Void, the 'event of becoming', occurs.
Out of that first penetration through the frontier between AYN SOPH and the Void, comes the separation of Existence from the Absolute. This is because by generating Positive Existence, AYN SOPH was revealed, hidden beneath the manifestation.
Thus, AYN SOPH is sometimes called the Concealed of the Concealed.
The first manifestation to occur on breaching the periphery of Void, is an Entity named in Hebrew, Keter (rtk), the Prime Crown. Other titles include, the Concealed of the Concealed, the White Head, and the Crown of all Crowns. the Will of the Absolute Entity
Most Qabalists though, knew it by a name received by Moses from out of the burning bush :

" hyh) r # ) hyh) " - " ahyah asher ahyah " - " I am! That I am! "

The first Light, that first Splendour, the prime Sefirah - (hryps), {sing.}, as manifested by the Divinity, is the seed of all that was, is, and ever shall be. It is the Light from which all other Lights, ie., all the Sefirot - (hwryps), {plur.}, emanate.
It contains. at the threshold between the absolute and relative Universes, all the Cosmic Realms, in total equilibrium.
Until the Will of AYN SOPH AUR penetrates into the Void and emanates manifestation, the Prime Crown is an unrealized possibility of all things that could come.
The Will of the Absolute Entity thus shines forth into the Void, and germinates the seed of Positive Existence, causing it to take root and to grow into the trunk, branch and fruit of a Divine Tree, and by so doing, acts as intermediary between all the Cosmic Realms and the Absolute Entity.

Ayn Soph Aur manifests into the Void, as the 'Line of Light' - (Keter thro Malkhut)

Figure 2.

Thus, under the influence of the Supernal Triad and its Three Occult Splendours,
The first sephirah, 'Keter - the Crown' - (r tk) , - the Seed of contained potential
of an immanent Evolutionary process, become Manifest.

Figure 3.

As previously shown, contained within the Void of Unmanifested Existence are three hidden, (Occult) Splendours.

• the Will of the Absolute Entity - (the cause without cause)
  
• the act of allowing it so to happen ( the first Emanated cause )
  
• the Restriction to limit and contain the event. ( the first Emanated effect )
  

These three AYN SOPH AUR related principles are called by some Qabalists the three Zahzahot.
The three Zahzahot, as the Occult (hidden) roots of what eventually becomes the first of several sets of major laws, which govern Existence, generate the processes of expansion and contraction, overseen by a greater Will.

Qabalists sometimes regarded as original acts of Mercy and Severity operating under the direct eye of the Absolute.
Whilst these three Occult (hidden), Splendours lie outside both Manifested and Unmanifested Existence, they profoundly effect the nature of the Cosmos, and the result of their interaction, as it came into being out of the Will of AYN SOPH.

Since our consciousness is based solely upon the relationship of quantities to an absolute cause, we can only conceive of cause in respect to quantity. Thus, when resistance (ie., quantity) opposes activity (ie., pure quality), the reality of Phenomena occurs.

The perfect phenomenon is one for which resistance and activity are in harmony ie., resistance balances its activity. A phenomenon cannot be indefinite because , as the cause of its own existence, it possesses precisely that which is definite, ( ie., quantity), and is limited only in respect of time and mass.
Iteratively, if a causal phenomenon continues to be opposed, but however, by a resistance greater than that previously experienced, (assuming, for the sake of example, a process of dissipation (involution)), then resistance or inertia, increases in opposition to activity, and in turn, activity is assumed to decrease. The resultant resistance provokes further Phenomena and so on, until a new state of harmony is achieved.
Thus by the opposition of quantity to indefinite quality, when the size of such quantity is, albeit momentarily, consistently equal to the quality which gave birth to it, then an 'eternal creation' comes into being. Thus phenomena, becomes the result of the complementation, of an active, indefinite, 'causal absolute', with a passive, (quantitative), and 'definite result'. Thus each moment of Cosmic harmony gives rise to an active and a passive cause, in truth its own compliment. The 'complementation, of these two poles must therefor have as its effect, a new causal relationship, ie., the cause of the next effect.
Generic selection thus consists of a choice by the first cause (activity) in respect of a corresponding resistance

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figure 4

Figure 4, more closely represents a basic electrical circuit which produces as its phenomenon, an advanced mathematical function - differentiation. To those finding the example too advanced, please do not be concerned, whilst those with a knowledge sufficient to the task, should endeavour to relate the forgoing explanations to this new example.

The irreducible Entity, thus possessed of a double nature which is simultaneously, both passive and active, constrained to manifest itself, and containing all the occult knowledge of numbers, when truly understood; leads naturally and easily to the dissociation or disengagement of Numbers.