Joe Rogan Experience #2443 – Filippo Biondi

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   michael January 24, 2026 at 9:09 am Reply

   “In the beginning, middle and at the end everything is simple, Of course to say this, appears foolish” physicist Nobel Laureate Erwin Schroedinger (1887–1961)

   A SEARCH IN SECRET EGYPT by Dr Paul Brunton Published 1935

   CHAPTER 1V – A night inside the Great Pyramid.

   THE sleeping cats of Cairo opened their green eyes, yawned prodigiously, and then gracefully stretched their soft paws to the utmost possible limit. Dusk was arriving and with dusk began the activity which constituted their real existence-friendly chats, food-scavenging, mice-chasing, open battle and love-making. And with dusk, too, I was beginning one of the strangest activities of my life, albeit a silent one.

   I had proposed to myself to spend an entire night inside the Great Pyramid, to sit, awake and alert, for twelve hours in the King’s chamber, while the slow darkness moved across the African world. And here I was, at last, settling down within the strangest shelter yet built on our planet.

   It had been no easy task to arrive at this point, either. I had discovered that, although the public could always approach it, the Great Pyramid was not public property. It belonged to the Government of Egypt. One could no more walk into it and spend an unconventional night inside any of its rooms than one could walk into any strange man’s house and spend a night inside his best bedroom.

   Each time one visits the interior of the Pyramid one has to buy a ticket for five piastres from the Department of Antiquities. I, therefore, walked into the Department of Antiquities and optimistically asked for permission to spend one night inside the Great Pyramid. Had I asked for permission to fly to the moon, the face of the official who listened to me could not have betrayed more utter stupefaction.

   I entered into a brief and apologetic explanation of my request. Surprise gave way to amusement; he smiled. I felt that he regarded me as a fit candidate for a certain institution which few of us would care to enter as inmates. Finally: “I have never had such a request before. I do not think it is within my power to grant it.”

   He sent me to another and higher official of the same Department. The comical scene which had taken place in his room was re-enacted once more. My optimism began to drain away out of my shoes. “Impossible!” declared the second official kindly but firmly, thinking he had before him a tame lunatic. “The thing is unheard of. I regret–” his voice trailed off, the while he shrugged his shoulders. He rose from his chair to bow me out of the room.

   It was then that my journalistic and editorial training, lulled for several years but not dead, rose rebelliously into action. I began to argue with him, persisted in repeating my request in other ways, and refused to budge from the room. He got rid of me, finally, by saying that the matter did not come within the jurisdiction of the Antiquities Department. Within whose jurisdiction did it come, then, I enquired. He was not quite sure but thought I had better apply to the police.

   I realized that my request was eccentric at the least and sufficient to label me as insane at the most. Nevertheless I could not drop it. The determination to carry it out had become an obsession. At Police Headquarters I discovered a Permit Section. For the third time I begged to be allowed to spend one night inside the Pyramid. The official did not know what to do with me so he sent me to his chief. The latter wanted a little time to consider the matter. When I returned next day he referred me to the Department of Antiquities! I went home in momentary despair of ever achieving my object.

   But “difficulties are often made to be overcome” is a saying whose wearying triteness does not diminish its undying truth. My next move was to secure an interview with the genial Commandant of the Cairo City Police, El Lewa Russell Pacha. I walked out of his office with a written authority, which requested the police chief of the area in which the Pyramid was situated to give me all the assistance necessary to achieve my purpose.

   And so, early one evening, I reported at the Mena Police Station to the local chief, Major Mackersey. I signed a book for which was handed to me and which made the police responsible for my safety till the following day. A station constable was detailed to accompany me as far as the Pyramid, and to give instructions to the armed policeman who is placed outside the building to guard it at night. We are taking a risk in leaving you alone inside all night. You won’t blow up the Pyramid, will you?” said Major tersey, humorously, as we shook hands in parting. I promise you not only that, but I shall not even run away with it!” “I am afraid we shall have to lock you in,” he added. “We always shut the entrance to the Pyramid at dusk with a locked iron grille. So you will be a prisoner for twelve hours.” “Excellent! To-day, no residence could be more desirable than such a prison”

   The approach to the Pyramids runs along a road shaded by Lebbek trees. Houses appear on its sides at rare intervals,Finally the road winds gradually up the side of the plateau on which the Pyramids themselves are built, ending in a steep incline. As I drove up the avenue I reflected that of all the travellers who had taken the same direction for several centuries past, few if any had come on so curious a mission as mine.I mounted the small hill across the western shore of the Nile to where the Great Pyramid and its good companion, the Sphinx, maintain silent watch over Northern Africa.

   The giant monument loomed up ahead of me, as I walked across the mingled sand and stones. Once more I gazed at the triangular sloping flanks which enclose the oldest architecture the world knows to-day, at the enormous blocks which stretch away from base to apex in diminishing perspective.The perfect simplicity of this building, its utter freedom from any trace of ornament, the absence of any curves amid all these straight lines-these things did not in any way detract from the massive grandeur of this creation.

   I entered the silent Pyramid through the gaping hole which Caliph Al Mamoun had made in its side, and began my exploration of the titanic structure, not for the first time, it was true, but for the first time upon such a strange quest as had brought me again to Egypt. After making my way some distance, I reached the end of this horizontal hole and my path changed into the Pyramid’s original entrance passage.

   Then, torch in hand, with head bent down almost to my knees, I descended the long, low, steep, narrow and slippery continuation of the corridor. This awkward posture was exceedingly uncomfortable, while the declivity of the stone floor compulsorily hastened the speed of my descent.

   I wanted to preface my sojourn in the King’s Chamber with an examination of the underground region of the Pyramid, access to which in modern years has been barred by an iron portcullis which prevents the general public from entering this dismal region and being half suffocated. The old Latin tag, “Facilis descensus Averni,” recurred unexpectedly to memory, but this time there was a grim sardonic humour in the words. I saw nothing in the yellowish beam of torchlight but the hewn rock through which this floor had been cut. When, at long last, I reached a small recess on the right, I seized the oppor­tunity to slip into it and straighten out my body for a couple of minutes. I discovered that the recess was nothing else than the terminus of the nearly perpendicular shaft, the so-called Well, which descends from the junction of the ascending passage and the Grand Gallery. The old name still sticks to this shaft because for nearly two thousand years it was thought to have water at the bottom. Not till it was cleared out by Caviglia of the mass of debris which had accumulated in it was the bottom discovered to be perfectly dry.

   It was narrower than the passage which I had just left, this unattractive, roughly excavated opening that yawned up into the solid rock. 1 discovered little niches cut into the sides, parallel with each other, which afforded foothold and handhold for the somewhat perilous climb.

   It led upwards irregularly and tortuously for a considerable distance until it reached a large roughly cut chamber shaped like a bowl, the one now called the Grotto, which marked the level of the rocky plateau upon which the Pyramid had been built. The Grotto had been partly constructed in an enlarged natural fissure in the rock. Beyond this, the Well had evidently been cut through the masonry and not built up with blocks, as all the other overground passages were formed. This section of the Well widened out in diameter and was thus more difficult to climb than its narrower sub-Grotto section.

   At last I emerged from the torn and ragged opening which formed the mouth of the shaft, and found myself in the north­western corner of the Grand Gallery. Why and when had it been cut through the body of the Pyramid? The question automatically registered itself and as I meditated on it, the answer flashed up. Those ancient Egyptians who had closed down an epoch of the Pyramid’s history by closing the entrance to the upper chambers and Grand Gallery with three monstrous granite plugs, had had to create a way of escape for themselves or they could never have got out of the Pyramid.

   I knew from my own researches that the shaft and the Grotto had been cut at the same time as the building of the Pyramid, but that the Well did not descend any farther than the Grotto itself at the time. For thousands of years there was no direct link between the upper passages and the subterranean one. When the Great Pyramid had fulfilled its mysterious purpose, those who were responsible sealed it. The sealing had been foreseen by the original builders, who had left the necessary material in place and had even made a contraction in the lower end of the ascending passage to hold the three granite plugs.

   Working at their task, the last tenants cut the lower section of the Well through solid rock as a way of escape for themselves. When the work was finished and they had made their retreat, it was only necessary to block up the exit of the newly cut section securely, at the point where it joins the descending passage, and then ascend the 3oo-feet slope to the original entrance. Thus the Well, although originally created as a means of reaching the Grotto, finally became a means of leaving the blocked-up Pyramid.

   I returned again by the easier route to the long slanting tunnel which connects the interior with the outer world, to resume my downward journey into the rocky plateau of Gizeh. Once, at a corner, an enlarged shadow was suddenly thrust across my path so that 1 drew back, startled, until I realized it was my own. this weird place one expected everything; nothing was too strange to happen. Slipping and crawling the comparatively short remaining distance, I was relieved to find myself at the end of the descent and upon a level floor, but inside a still smaller tunnel. I crawled forward about ten more yards and then arrived at the open entrance to the strangest room I had ever seen-the so-called Pit. It was a little less than fifty feet from wall to wall on its longest side.

   This gloomy vault, which lies beneath the exact center of the Pyramid, gave to the eye an impression of a task hurriedly abandoned; it seemed to be a chamber whose excavation out of the solid rock was suddenly stopped. The ceiling had been well cut but the floor rolled up and down like a trench that had been bombarded. The old Egyptian masons usually worked downwards in cutting rock vaults and therefore finished the floors last; why this particular floor should never have been finished when more than a lifetime of labor at least was later devoted to building the superstructure that rose above the rock level, is an archaeological nut which no one has yet been able to crack. But then, the whole Pyramid itself is really such a nut.

   I flashed my torch into the turgid gloom of the vault and focused a beam of light upon the center of the floor. I moved closer and peered over the edge of a deep yawning hole, mute testimony to the one-time presence of treasure-seekers, who had fruitlessly and laboriously excavated a pit within the Pit. I felt the unpleasant touch of the wings of a bat as it flew past my head and squawked around the airless room. Down in the hole I noticed the light disturb the sleep of three other bats, which hung upside down on the roughly cut sides. I moved away, awakening two more bats which hung suspended from the ceiling. Alarmed and bewildered as 1 thrust the light mercilessly upon them, they scurried to and fro, also squawk­ing, and then disappeared into the gloom of the entrance passage.

   I climbed over the hilly floor and reached the farther end of the chamber, where a tiny level tunnel presented itself in the wall. It was just wide enough to enable one to squirm inside but too low to permit anything else except crawling dead flat upon the stomach. The floor was thickly covered with the dust of several thousand years and the journey was anything but pleasant. I endured it for the sake of examining the tunnel’s terminus. After penetrating nearly twenty yards into the rock I found it ended abruptly; apparently this tunnel, too, had never been finished.

   Nearly suffocated, I groped my way back and returned to the airless Pit, took a final glance around the room, and began my return journey to the upper regions of the Pyramid. When I reached the beginning of the low passage, which sloped upwards in a perfectly straight line for three hundred and fifty feet of solid rock before it continued as a built-up corridor, traversing the masonry, I stretched myself out on the floor and gazed up through the open exit into the darkened sky, as through a giant lens-less telescope. There, an easily seen twinkling silver point in indigo-blue space, was the Pole Star. I checked the direction by a wrist-compass, which indicated dead north. Those early builders had not only done a massive job but an accurate one.

   I crawled back through the steep passage and reached, at length, the level corridor which conducts into the Queen’s Chamber. A score or more paces and I stood under its inclined arch roof, which meets in a ridge in the middle. I examined the two ventilating shafts which slant upwards from the northern and southern walls. Here was clear proof that the room had never been a tomb, but was intended to be used. Many have been puzzled by the circumstance of the discovery of these shafts, in 1872, when it was found that they stopped five inches short of the Chamber itself and apparently were not originally cut right through the walls. In their discovered state, therefore, they could not admit air; so it is thought that they had some other and unknown use. But the best explanation is that the time came when they had served their purpose and, like the rest of the upper passages of the Pyramid, were completely sealed at their orifices by new stone blocks.

   Waynman Dixon, a civil engineer then employed on some works near the Pyramid, chanced to discover these air tubes while examining the walls of the Queen’s Chamber out of curiosity. He noticed that one wall, which sounded hollow at a particular spot, also seemed slightly cracked. He had the spot broken into and five inches from the surface found a small shaft; then, by the same process, he discovered its mate on the opposite wall of the Chamber. Both shafts extend right through the body of the Pyramid: this has lately been proved by means of probing-rods, which have been run up them for about two hundred feet.

   I turned back to the level corridor and walked to the point where it meets the Grand Gallery. And then, for a hundred and fifty feet, I slowly progressed to the top of this steep, corbel-sided ascent. A slight weakness, engendered by a three days’ fast, began to trouble me as I climbed that incline. Finally, I rested for a few seconds on the three-feet-high step which marked the end and which was so placed as to be exactly in line with the vertical axis of the Pyramid. A few paces forward through the Antechamber, a forced stoop under the granite block which hangs down from grooved side-walls, and which bars the exit of this horizontal corridor, and I had reached the most important room in the Pyramid, the famous King’s Chamber.

   Here, too, the presence of a couple of air tubes, each about nine inches square, killed the tomb-chamber theory. Their openings into the room had never been sealed, as were those in the Queen’s Chamber, but they had been completely filled with loose stones, which Colonel Vyse had to clear out when he wanted to determine the nature of these shafts. That this filling operation had been carried out at the same time as all the other attempts to conceal the internal arrangements of the overground portion of the Pyramid, was extremely probable.

   I flashed the lamp over the bare walls and flat ceiling, noting anew the admirably accurate fitting of the immense polished granite blocks at their joints, and then began a slow circuit of the walls, carefully examining each individual stone. The rose-tinted rocks of far Syene had been split in twain to provide these blocks. Here and there treasure-seekers had scarred both floor and wall in their vain quests. On the eastern side of the floor, part of the stone flags had disappeared and beaten earth had taken its place, while on the north-western side a deep rectangular hole remained unfilled. A long rough stone block which had once formed part of the floor and covered this hole, stood against the wall on one side, left there by early Arab hands, perchance. Parallel with it, and but a few inches away,was the flat-sided, coffin-like sarcophagus: a lidless, lonely object, which was the only other thing to be found in this bare room. It was placed exactly north and south.

   The dislodged flooring-block offered a possible seat, so I sat down on it, tailor-like, with folded feet, and settled there for the remainder of the night. On my right I had placed my hat, jacket and shoes; on my left reposed the still-burning torch, a thermos flask with hot tea, a couple of bottles of iced water, a notebook and my Parker pen. A last look around the chamber, a final glimpse of the marble coffer beside me, and then I extinguished the light. I kept beside me a powerful electric torch ready to be switched on.

   The sudden plunge into total darkness brought with it the wondering question of what the night would bring forth. The only thing one could do in this strange position was to wait . . . and wait . . . and wait.

   The minutes slowly dragged themselves along, the while I slowly “sensed” that the King’s Chamber possessed a very strong atmosphere of its own, an atmosphere which I can only call “psychic.” For I had deliberately made myself receptive in mind, passive in feeling and negative in attitude, so that I might become a perfect register of whatever super-physical event might transpire. I wanted no personal prejudice or preconception to interfere with the reception of anything that might come to me from some source inaccessible to the five physical senses of man. I gradually diminished the flow of thoughts until the mind entered a half-blank state.

   And the stillness which descended on my brain rendered me acutely cognizant of the stillness which had descended on my life. The world, with its noise and bustle, was now as utterly remote as though it did not exist. No sound, no whisper, came to me out of the darkness. Silence is the real sovereign of the kingdom of the Pyramid, a silence that began in prehistoric antiquity and which no babble of visiting tourists can really break, for every night it returns anew with awe-inspiring completeness.

   I became aware of the powerful atmosphere of the room. It is a perfectly normal and common experience for sensitive persons to become aware of the atmosphere of ancient houses, and my own experience began with something of this sort. The passage of time deepened it, enhanced the sense of immeasurable antiquity which environed me, and made me feel that the twentieth century was slipping away from under my feet. Yet, following my self-imposed resolve, I did not resist the feeling, instead I let it grow stronger.

   A strange feeling that I was not alone began to creep in­sidiously over me. Under the cover of complete blackness, I felt that something animate and living was throbbing into existence. It was a vague feeling but a real one, and it was this, coupled with the increasing sense of the returning Past, that constituted my consciousness of something “psychic.”

   Yet nothing clear-cut, definite, emerged from this vague and general sense of an eerie life that pulsated through the darkness. The hours slipped on and, contrary to my expectation, the advancing night brought increasing coldness with it. The effects of the three-day fast which I had undertaken in order to increase my sensitivity, now showed themselves in growing chilliness. Cold air was creeping into the King’s Chamber through the narrow ventilation shafts, and then creeping past the thin barrier of my light garment. My chilled flesh began to shiver under its thin shirt. I got up and dressed myself in the jacket which I had put off only a few hours before on account of the intense heat. Such is Eastern life at certain times of the year-tropical heat by day and a heavy fall of temperature by night.

   To this day no one has discovered the mouths of these air channels on the outside of the Pyramid, although the approx­imate area of their positions is known. Some Egyptologists have even ‘doubted whether the channels were ever carried right through to the outside, but the complete chilling of the air during my experience finally settles the point.

   I sat down for the second time upon my stone seat and surrendered myself anew to the oppressive death-like silence, and to the all-prevailing sombre darkness of the chamber. With pliant soul I waited and wondered. For no reason at all I remembered irrelevantly that somewhere to the east the Suez Canal pursued its straight course through sand and marsh, and the stately Nile provided a backbone to this land.

   The queer sepulchral stillness in the room, the empty stone coffin beside me, were not reassuring to one’s nerves, while the break in my vigil seemed to have broken something else too,for very quickly I found that the sensing of invisible life around me rapidly rose into complete certainty. There was something throbbing and alive in my vicinity, although I could still see absolutely nothing. With this discovery the realization of my isolated and uncanny situation suddenly overwhelmed me. Here I was sitting alone in a queer room that was perched more than two hundred feet above the ground, high up above all the million people of Cairo, surrounded by total darkness, locked up and imprisoned in a strange building on the edge of a desert that stretched away for hundreds of miles, while outside this building-itself probably the oldest in the world-lay the grim tomb-cluttered necropolis of an ancient capital.

   The great space of the King’s Chamber became for me- who had investigated deeply into the psychic, into the mysteries of the occult, into the sorcerers and wizards of the Orient- peopled with unseen beings, with spirits who guarded this age-old building. One momentarily expected some ghostly voice to arise out of the all-embracing silence. I now thanked the early builders for those narrow vent-shafts which brought a steady but tiny supply of cool air into this hoary old room. That air traveled through nearly three hundred feet of the Pyramid before it arrived; no matter, it was still welcome. I am a man accustomed to solitude-indeed glad to enjoy it- but there was something uncanny and frightening in the solitude of this chamber.

   The all-encompassing darkness began to press on my head like an iron weight. The shadow of uncalled-for fear flickered into me. I brushed it away immediately. To sit in the heart of this desert monument required no physical courage, but it did require some moral fortitude. No snakes were likely to emerge from holes or crevices, and no lawless wanderers were likely to climb its stepped sides and enter it at dead of night. Actually, the only signs of animal I had seen came from a scared mouse which had met me early in the evening in the horizontal passage, and which had darted hither and thither between the creviceless granite walls in a frantic effort to escape out of reach of the dreaded beam of torchlight; from two incredibly aged yellowish-green lizards I had discovered cling­ing to the roof of the narrow cutting which extends inwards from the niche in the Queen’s Chamber; and, lastly, from the bats in the subterranean vault. It was also true that a few crickets had chirped a good deal upon my entry into the Grand Gallery, but they had soon ceased. All that was over now, unbroken silence held the whole Pyramid as in a thrall. There was naught of a physical nature which could possibly injure one here, and yet-a vague uneasiness, a feeling that invisible eyes were watching me, recurred for the second time. The place possessed a dream-like mysteriousness, a ghostly unreality. . . .

   There are vibrations of force, sound and light which are beyond our normal range of detection. Laughing song and serious speech flash across the world to waiting wireless listeners, but they could never detect them were not their receiving sets properly tuned. I had now brought myself out of the state of mere receptive waiting into a forcefully concentrated condition of mind which localized the whole of its attention upon an effort to pierce the black silence which surrounded it. If, in the result, my faculty of awareness was temporarily heightened to an abnormal extent by the intense inward concentration, who shall say that it is impossible I began to detect the presence of invisible forces?

   I know only that as I “tuned-in” by a method of interiorized attention which I had learned long before this second visit to Egypt, I became aware that hostile forces had invaded the chamber. There was something abroad which I sensed as evil, dangerous. A nameless dread came into my heart and returned again and again soon after it was driven away. I still followed my method of intense, single-pointed, inward-turned concentration, feeling followed its usual trend and changed into vision. Shadows began to appear to and fro in the shadow-less room; gradually these took more definite shape, and malevolent countenances appeared suddenly quite close to my own face. Sinister images rose plainly before my mind’s eye. Then a dark apparition advanced, looked at me with fixed sinister regard and raised its hands in a gesture of menace, as though seeking to inspire me with awe. Age-old spirits seemed to have crept out of the neighboring necropolis, a necropolis so old that mummies had crumbled away inside their stone sarcophagi; the shades that clung to them made their unwelcome ascent to the place of my vigil. All the legends of evil ghosts who haunt the areas around the Pyramids, came back to memory with the same unpleasant detail with which they had been related by Arabs in the village not far off. When I had told a young Arab friend there of my intention to spend a night in the old building, he had tried to dissuade me.

   “Every inch of ground is haunted,” had been his warning. “There is an army of ghosts and genii in that territory.”

   And now I could see that his warning was not a vain one. Spectral figures had begun to creep into and around the dark room wherein I sat, and the undefinable feeling of uneasiness which earlier had seized me was now receiving fit and full justification. Somewhere in the centre of that still thing which was my body, I knew that my heart beat like a hammer under the strain of it all. The dread of the supernatural, which lurks at the bottom of every human heart, touched me again. Fear, dread, horror persistently presented their evil visages to me in turn. Involuntarily my hands clenched themselves as tightly as a vice. But I was determined to go on, and although these phantom forms that moved across the room began by stirring in me a sense of alarm, they ended by provoking me to summon whatever reserves of courage and combativeness I could muster.

   My eyes were closed and yet these grey, gliding, vaporous forms obtruded themselves across my vision. And always there came with them an implacable hostility, an ugly deter­mination to deter me from my purpose.

   A circle of antagonistic beings surrounded me. It would have been easy to end it all by switching on the light or by leaping up and dashing out of the chamber and running back a few hundred feet to the locked grille-entrance, where the armed guard would have provided gregarious comfort. It was an ordeal which imposed a subtle form of torture, that harried the soul and left the body untouched. Yet something inside me intimated just as implacably that I must see this thing through.

   At last the climax came. Monstrous elemental creations, evil horrors of the underworld, forms of grotesque, insane, uncouth and fiendish aspect gathered around me and attacked me with unimaginable repulsion. In a few minutes I lived through something which will leave a remembered record behind for all time. That incredible scene remains vividly photographed upon my memory. Never again would I repeat such an experiment; never again would I take up a nocturnal abode within the Great Pyramid.

   The end came with startling suddenness. The malevolent ghostly invaders disappeared into the obscurity whence they had emerged, into the shadowy realms of the departed, taking with them their trail of noxious horrors. My half-shattered nerves experienced overwhelming relief such as a soldier feels when a fierce bombardment ends abruptly.

   I do not know how long a period elapsed before I became conscious of a new presence in the chamber, of someone friendly and benevolent who stood at the entrance and looked down upon me with kindly eyes. With his arrival the atmosphere changed completely-and changed for the better. Something clean and sane had come with him. A new element began to play upon my overwrought sensitive being, soothing and calming it. He approached my stony seat, and I saw that he was followed by another figure. Both halted at my side and regarded me with grave looks, pregnant with prophetic meaning. I felt that some momentous hour of my life was at hand.

   In my vision the apparition of these two beings presented an unforgettable picture. Their white robes, their sandaled feet, their wise aspect, their tall figures-all these return at once to the mind’s eye. Withal they wore the unmistakable regalia of their office, High Priests of an ancient Egyptian cult. There was light a-glimmer all around them, which in a most uncanny manner lit up the part of the room. Indeed, they looked more than men, bearing the bright mien of demi-gods; for their faces were set in unique cloistral calm.

   They stood motionless as statues, regarding me, their hands crossed upon their breasts, remaining absolutely silent. Was I functioning in some fourth dimension, aware and awake in some far-off epoch of the past? Had my sense of time regressed to the early days of Egypt? No; that could not be, for I perceived quickly that these two could see me and even now were about to address me.

   Their tall figures bent forward; the lips of one spirit seemed to move, his face close to mine, his eyes flashing spiritual fire, and his voice sounding in my ear. “Why dost thou come to this place, seeking to evoke the secret powers? Are not mortal ways enough for thee?” he asked.

   I did not hear these words with any physical ear; certainly no sound-vibration disturbed the silence of the chamber. Yet I seemed to hear them much in the manner in which a deaf man, using an electric earphone, might hear the words sounding against his artificial ear-drum; but with this difference-that they were heard on the inside of the drum. Really, the voice which came to me might be termed a mental voice, because it was surely heard within my head, but that might give the wrong impression that it was a mere thought. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It was a voice. And I answered: “They are not !”

   And he said: “The stir of many crowds in the cities comforts the trembling heart of man. Go back, mingle with thy fellows, and thou wilt soon forget the light fancy that brings thee here.” But I answered again: “No, that cannot be.”

   Still he strove once more.

   “The way of Dream will draw thee far from the fold of reason. Some have gone upon it-and come back mad. Turn now, whilst there is yet time, and follow the path appointed for mortal feet.”

   But I shook my head and muttered: “I must follow this way. There is none other for me now.”

   Then the priestly figure stepped forward closer and bent down again to where I sat.

   I saw his aged face outlined by the surrounding darkness. He whispered against my ear: “He who gains touch with us loses kin with the world. Art thou able to walk alone?”

   I replied: “I do not know.”

   Out of the darkness came his last words: “So be it. Thou hast chosen. Abide by thy choice for there is now no recall. Farewell,” and he was gone. I was left alone with the other spirit, who so far had only played the part of a silent witness.

   He moved closer so that he stood now in front of the marble coffer. His face revealed itself as the face of a man, very very old. I dared place no guess of years upon him.

   “My son, the mighty lords of the secret powers have taken thee into their hands. Thou art to be led into the Hall of Learning to-night,” he explained dispassionately. “Stretch thyself out upon this stone! In olden days it would have been within that yonder, upon a bed of papyrus-reeds,” and he pointed to the coffin-like sarcophagus.

   It did not occur to me to do other than obey my mysterious visitant. I laid myself flat upon my back.

   What happened immediately afterwards is still not very clear to me. It was as though he had unexpectedly given me a dose of some peculiar, slow-working, anesthetic, for all my muscles became taut, after which a paralyzing lethargy began to creep over my limbs. My entire body became heavy and numb. First, my feet became colder and colder. The feeling developed into a kind of iciness which moved by imperceptible degrees up my legs, reached the knees, whence it continued its mounting journey. It was as though I had sunk up to the waist in a pile of snow while on some mountain climb. All sensation in the lower limbs was numbed.

   I appeared next to pass into a semi-somnolent condition and a mysterious intimation of approaching death crept into my mind. It did not trouble me, however, for I had long ago liberated myself from the ancient fear of death and arrived at a philosophic acceptance of its inevitability.

   As this strange chilling sensation continued to grip me, to pass up my shivering spine, to overpower my entire body, I felt myself sinking inwards in consciousness to some central point within my brain, while my breathing became weaker and weaker.

   When the chill reached my chest and the rest of my body was completely paralyzed, something like a heart attack super­vened, but it passed quickly and I knew that the supreme crisis was not far off.

   Had I been able to move my stiff jaws, I might have laughed at the next thought which came to me. It was this: “To-morrow, they will find my dead body inside the Great Pyramid-and that will be the end of me.” I was quite sure that all my sensations were due to the passage of my own spirit from the physical to the regions beyond death. Although I knew perfectly well that I was passing through all the sensations of dying, all opposition had now vanished.

   At last, my concentrated consciousness lay in the head alone,and there was a final mad whirl within my brain. I had the sensation of being caught up in a tropical whirlwind and seemed to pass upwards through a narrow hole; then there was a momentary dread of being launched in infinite space, I leapt into the unknown-and I was Free!

   No other word will express the delightful sense of liberation which then became mine. I had changed into a mental being, a creature of thought and feeling yet without the clogging handicap of the heavy flesh body in which I had been shut up. I had gone ghost-like clean out of my earthly body, like a dead man rising out of his tomb, but had certainly gone into no sort of unconsciousness. My sense of existence in fact, was intensely more vivid than before. Above all, with this exodus to a higher dimension, 1 felt free, blissfully, languorously free, in this fourth dimension to which I had penetrated.

   At first I found myself lying on my back, as horizontal as the body I had just vacated, floating above the stone floor-block. _ Then came a sensation of some invisible hand turning me upright on my heels, after pushing me forward a little, and placing me properly on my feet. Ultimately I had a curiously combined feeling of both standing and floating simultaneously.

   I gazed down upon the deserted body of flesh and bone, which was lying prone and motionless on the stone block. The inexpressive face was upturned, the eyes were scarcely open, yet the pupils gleamed sufficiently to indicate that the lids were not really closed. The arms were folded across the breast-certainly not an attitude which I could remember having assumed. Had someone crossed those hands without my being aware of the movement? The legs and feet were stretched out side by side, touching each other. There lay the seemingly dead form of myself, the form from which I had withdrawn.

   I noted a trail of faint silvery light projecting itself down from me, the new me, to the cataleptic creature who lay upon the block. This was surprising, but more surprising still was my discovery that this mysterious psychic umbilical cord was contributing towards the illumination of the corner of the King’s Chamber where I hovered; showing up the wall-stones in a soft moonbeam-like light.

   I was but a phantom, a bodiless creature sojourning in space. I knew, at last, why those wise Egyptians of old had given, in their hieroglyphs, the pictured symbol of the bird to man’s soul-form.I had experienced a sense of increased height and breadth, a spreading out just as though I had a pair of wings. Had I not risen into the air and remained floating above my discarded body, even as a bird rises into the sky and remains circling around a point. Did I not have the sensation of being environed by a great void ? Yes, the bird symbol was a true one.

   Yes; I had risen into space, disentangled my soul from its mortal skein, separated myself into two twin parts, left the world which I had known so long. I experienced a sense of being etherealized, of intense lightness, in this duplicate body which I now inhabited. As I gazed down at the cold stone block upon which my body lay, a single idea obtained recogni­tion in my mind, a single realization overwhelmed me. It expressed itself to me in a few brief, silent words:

   “This is the state of death. Now I know that I am a soul, that I can exist apart from the body. I shall always believe that, for I have proved it.”

   This notion clutched hold of me with an iron grip, the while I was poised lightly above my empty fleshly tenement. I had proved survival in what I thought the most satisfactory way- by actually dying and then surviving! I kept on looking at the recumbent relic which I had left behind. Somehow, it fascinated me. Was that discarded form the thing which, for so many years, I had considered as myself? I perceived then, with complete clarity, that it was nothing more than a mass of unintelligent, unconscious, fleshly matter. As I regarded those unseeing unresponsive eyes, the irony of the whole situation struck me forcibly. My earthly body had really imprisoned me, the real “me,” but now I was free. I had been borne hither and thither upon this planet by an organism which I had long confused with my real central self. The sense of gravity seemed to have gone, and I was literally floating on air, with that strange half-suspended, half-standing feeling.

   Suddenly, by my side, appeared the old priest, grave and imperturbable. With upturned eyes, his face more ennobled still, with reverent mood, he prayed: “O Amen, O Amen, who art in Heaven, turn thy face upon the dead body of thy son, and make him well in the spirit-world. It is finished.” And then he addressed me: “Thou hast now learned the great lesson. Man, whose soul was born out of the Undying, can never really die. Set down this truth in words known to men. Behold!”

   And out of space there came the half-remembered face of a woman whose funeral I had attended more than twenty years before; then the familiar countenance of a man who had been more than a friend and whom I had last een laid to rest in his coffin twelve years previously; and, picture of a child I knew who had died in an accidental fall. These three peered at me with tranquil faces,and their friendly voices sounded once again around me.I had the shortest of conversations with the so-called dead,who soon melted away and vanished.

   “They too live, even as thou livest,even as this Pyramid which has seen the death of half a world,lives on,” said the High Priest. “Know, my son, that in this ancient fane lies the lost record of the early races of man and of the Covenant which they made with their Creator through the first of His great prophets. Know, too, that chosen men were brought here of old to be shown this Covenant that they might return to their fellows and keep the great secret alive.Take back with thee the warning that when men forsake their Creator and look on their fellows with hate, as with the princes of Atlantis in whose time this Pyramid was built, they are destroyed by the weight of their own iniquity, even as the people of Atlantis were destroyed.”

   “It was not the Creator who sank Atlantis,but the selfishness, the cruelty, the spiritual blindness of the people who dwelt on those doomed islands. The Creator loves all:but the lives of men are governed by invisible laws which He has set over them. Take back this warning, then.”

   There surged up in me a great desire to see this mysterious Covenant and the spirit must have read my thought,for he quickly said: “To all things there is an hour.Not yet,my son,not yet.” I was disappointed. He looked at me for a few seconds, “No man of thy people hath yet been permitted to behold such a thing, but because thou art a man versed in these things,and hast come among us bearing goodwill and understanding in thy heart, some satisfaction thou shalt have.Come with me!”

   And then a strange thing happened.I seemed to fall into a kind of semi-coma, my consciousness was momentarily blotted out, and the next thing I knew was that I had been transported to another place.I found myself in a long passage which was softly lit, although no lamp or window was visible: I fancied that the illuminant was none other than the halo-like emanation around my companion combined with the radiation from the luminous vibrant cord of ether which extended behind me, yet I realized that these would not sufficiently explain it.The walls were built up with a glowing pinkish terra-cotta coloured stone, slabbed with the thinnest of joints.The floor sloped downwards at precisely the same angle as the Pyramid entrance itself descends.The masonry was well finished.The passage was square and fairly low, but not uncomfortably so. I could not find the source of its mysterious illuminant, yet the interior was bright as though a lamp were playing on it.1

   The High Priest bade me follow him a little way down the passage.”Look not backwards,” he warned me, “nor turn thy head.” We passed some distance down the incline and I saw a large temple-like chamber opening out of the farther end. I knew perfectly well that I was inside or below the Pyramid, but I had never seen such a passage or chamber before. Evidently they were secret and had defied discovery until this day. I could not help feeling tremendously excited about this startling find, and an equally tremendous curiosity seized me as to where and what the entrance was. Finally, I had to turn my head and take a swift look backwards at what I hoped was the secret door. I had entered the place by no visible entrance, but at the farther end I saw that what should have been an opening was closed with square blocks and apparently cemented.

   {1 Dr. Abbate Pacha, Vice-President of the Institut Egyptian, spent a night in the desert near the Pyramids, together with Mr. William GrofF, a member of the Institut. In the official report of their experiences, the latter said: “Towards eight o’clock, in the evening, I noticed a light which appeared to turn slowly around the Third Pyramid almost up to the apex; it was like a small flame. The light made three circuits round the Pyramid and then disappeared. For a good part of the night I attentively watched this Pyramid; towards eleven o’clock I again noticed the same light, but this time it was of a bluish colour; it mounted slowly almost in a straight line and arrived at a certain height above the Pyramid’s summit and then disappeared.” By pursuing enquiries among the Bedouins, Mr. GrofF discovered that this mysterious light had been seen more or less frequently in the past, the traditions of its existence stretching back centuries. The Arabs put it down to guardian-spirits of the Pyramid, but Groff tried to find a natural explanation for it, though without success.}

   I found myself gazing at a blank wall: then,as swiftly whirled away by some irresistible force until the whole scene was blotted out and I had floated of into space again. I heard the words: “Not yet, not yet,”repeated as in an echo and a few moments later saw my inert unconscious body lying on the stone.

   “My son,” came a murmur from the High Priest,” it matters not whether thou discover the door or not.Find but the secret passage within the mind that will lead thee to the hidden chamber within thine own soul,and thou shalt have found something worthy indeed.The mystery of the Great Pyramid is the mystery of thine own self.The secret chambers and ancient records are all contained in thine own nature.The lesson of the Pyramid is that man must turn inward,must venture to the unknown center of his being to find his soul, even as he must venture to the unknown depths of his fane to find its profoundest secret.Farewell.”

   My mind whirled into some vortex that caught me:I slipped helplessly, sucked downwards, ever downwards:heavy torpor overcame me, and I seemed to melt back into my physical body; I strained my will, pushing and trying to move its rigid muscles, but failed, and finally I swooned….

   I opened my eyes with a shock, inky blackness.When the numbness passed, my hands groped for the torch and switched the light on. I was back in the King’s Chamber,still tremendously excited, so excited in fact,that i jumped up and shouted, my voice echoing back in muffled tones.But,instead of feeling the floor beneath my feet, I found myself falling through space.Only by throwing both hands on the edge of the stone block and clinging to the sides did I save myself.I then realized what had happened. In rising I had unwittingly moved to the far end of the block and my feet were now dangling over the excavated hole in the north-west corner of the floor.

   I picked myself up and got back to safety,secured the lamp and threw a beam of light upon my watch.The glass was cracked in two places, where I had struck my hand and wrist against the wall in jumping up, but the words still ticked merrily away; and then, as I noted the time i almost laughed outright despite the solemnity of my surrounding.

   For it was precisely the melodramatic hour of midnight,both hands pointing to twelve, neither more nor less!

   When the armed police guard unlocked the iron grille soon after dawn, a dusty, weary, tired-eyed figure stumbled out of the Great Pyramid’s dark entrance. He made his way down the large square blocks of stone into the early morning sunlight and gazed, with eyes that blinked, at the flat, familiar landscape. His first act was to take several deep breaths, one after the other. Then he instinctively turned his face upwards towards Ra, the sun, and silently thanked him for this blessed gift of light to mankind.

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   michael January 24, 2026 at 9:37 pm Reply

   Egyptian thoughts–ceremony of the king

   The Throne of Osiris – Trans-Form-ation.
   “In gnomonic time, all phases exist in ever-present layers, like the light-year structure of galactic space which makes every glance into a starry night sky a view into the past of distant bodies, while the layers of light just behind the visible light are the future energy waves which will strike and influence earth. All aspects of the material world, including our own bodies, are therefore in the past tense, existing in a residual gnomonic layer already bypassed by inflowing cosmic energies. This is a rather disturbing idea, yet not dissimilar to our ancestors notions of time.

   Atharva Veda says, “Name and form are in the Residue. The world is the Residue. Indra and Agni are in the Residue. The universe is in the Residue. Heaven and earth, all Existence is in the Residue. The water, the ocean, the moon and the wind are in the Residue”

   In Egyptian iconography the square and its gnomon appear on the throne of Osiris upon which the king takes his seat. The enthroned king, as representative of the eternal solar power on earth, is thus appropriately associated with the fixed element, the square with its gnomon, that which is constant through growth and change. Yet this throne is also the throne of Osiris—the divinity representing the cyclic pattern of change in nature—in his other-worldly kingdom of potentiality. In this sense the throne is the fixed support upon which the Osirian cycles of flux must rest.

   The throne upon which Osiris sits is clearly depicted as the sq of 4, as it transforms into the sq of 5 through the principle of 5 sq’d on which all the Phi proportions rest. It is therefore shown as the seat of the world of trans-form-ation through death and rebirth, represented by Osiris.

   This figure also images the passage from 4 to 5, that is from the elemental or mineral realm associated with the # 4 to the realm of Life associated with the # 5, since Nature begins to create pentagonal figures only with the advent of Life. The original unity within the 4 sq’s of the 2 sq’d is projected outward to form the gnomon, the fifth part, which is equal in area to each of the other four sq’s.

   The living king is not only the earthly representative of the eternal solar power, but he is also Horus, the son of Osiris, who receives and brings his father’s essence-force into the world again. The relation of father to son or the dead king to the living king was greatly stressed in traditional society and can be seen as the pulsation of the gnomonic retention of the past into the present and future. {Ancient Tantric aphorism, “Form is the envelope of pulsation”} If the power and influence of the dead king, the father, are related to the original square, and the energies and activities of the living king to its gnomonic expansion, we have an image of a social order based upon the relation of the individual to his ancestral community.

   The square and its gnomon then serve as an archetypal image of certain kinds of growth in nature, and as an image of time and of evolution itself. Such a figure has the value of helping one see beyond the surface of things to identify an underlying pattern, a function with its own dynamics and mechanism.

   In the philosophic approach to geometry we are attempting the contemplation of characteristics of form as carrying a meaning in themselves. There is a teleological message contained, for instance, in the spiral itself: for it moves in successively opposite directions towards the ultimate expression of both the infinitely expanded and the infinitely contracted. The spiral is constantly approaching these two incomprehensible aspects of the ultimate reality, and therefore symbolizes a universe moving toward the perfect singularity from which it arose. Thus the spiral-like arms of our galaxy constitute an image of the continuity between fundamental polarities—infinite and finite, macrocosm and microcosm. – from Robert Lawlor book “Sacred Geometry”

   The Golden Proportion is the transcendent “idea-form” which must exist “a priori” and eternally before all the progressions which evolve in time and space.

   Upanishad says, “Whether we know it or not, all things take on their existence from that which perceives them”

   David Talbott and Wallace Thornhill – Thunderbolts of the Gods – Atum, the first form of the sun god Ra, was the ‘Unmoved Mover” described in Egyptian texts many centuries before Aristotle offered the phrase as a definition of the supreme power. The Egyptian hieroglyph for Atum is a primitive sledge, signifying “to move.” To the god of the cosmic revolutions, the Book of the Dead proclaims “Hail to thee, Tmu [Atum] Lord of Heaven, who givest motion to all things.” But while moving the heavens Atum remained em hetep, “at rest” or “in one spot.” Throughout all of Egypt this “resting place” of Atum was remembered as the site of the First Occasion, the drama of cosmic beginnings.

   The sun god Atum and the sun god Ra were one and the same, though the Egyptians insisted that the god himself evolved with the unfolding events. The god who was Atum became Ra in the course of his own unfolding, as the originally formless god began to acquire certain distinct attributes

   Thus Atum’s counterpart Ra, “rests on his high place.” He does not roam about the sky. Like Atum, Ra is the pivot, with the lesser lights revolving around him. These are, as the texts say, the “stars who surround Ra.” “These gods shall revolve round about him.” “The satellites of Ra make their round.” the picture is of a stationary god serving as the axis of celestial motions.

   Numerous Egyptian texts have Ra “rising in the eastern horizon.” the worldwide myth of the cosmic mountain, such translations hide the literal meaning of the Egyptian word [Aakhut] rendered as “horizon.” The literal meaning is “the mountain of fire and light.” Ra does not “rise” on or above the mountain, he “grows bright” in the mountain in the archaic cycle of day and night. And the language does not literally describe the geographic “east” either. The subject was not geography, but cosmo-graphy, the theater of the gods
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   Wholeness. Robert Lawlor explains it simply Phi, the Golden Proportion, is the unique division which fulfills this characteristic: 1/phi + 1/phi squ’d = 1. This completes the mathematical metaphor for the Trinity: ‘Three that are Two that are One’. It is the ultimate reduction of proportional thought to the causal singularity. from Robert Lawlor book “Sacred Geometry”

   One = the Absolute – Creator – Two = the Relative – Creation – Three = the Union of the Absolute and the Relative i.e Creation with-in Creator, 1 that appears as No-thing, 0 but is Everything, One.
   1 divided by 1.618 = .618 and 1.618 x 1.618 = 2.618 divided into 1 = .382 + .618 = 1

   The Golden Proportion (or Golden Ratio) is a special mathematical ratio of about 1.618 to 1, usually written with the Greek letter φφ (phi). It occurs when a line is divided so that the ratio of the whole line to the longer part is the same as the ratio of the longer part to the shorter part.

   In symbols, if a line is split into a longer part aa and a shorter part bb (with a>b>0a>b>0), then they are in the golden proportion if a+ba=ab≈1.618 aa+b=ba≈1.618. This number equals 1+5221+5, and it is an irrational number, meaning its decimal expansion never terminates or repeats. The same ratio is also called the divine proportion, golden section, or golden mean, and it appears in geometry, design, and in connections with the Fibonacci sequence, where ratios of successive Fibonacci numbers get closer and closer to φφ

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   michael January 24, 2026 at 9:39 pm Reply

   “Time is basically an illusion created by the mind to aid in our sense of temporal presence in the vast ocean of space. Without the neurons to create a virtual perception of the past and the future based on all our experiences, there is no actual existence of the past and the future. All that there is, is the present.” – Abhijit Naskar, author of “Love, God & Neurons: Memoir of a scientist who found himself by getting lost.”

   “People like us who believe in physics know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

   Buddhist analogy: “Time is like a necklace of square beads of tangible objects, or moments or events and to be absorbed by this succession of limited frames is “maya” or “illusion”, whereas only the inner thread of the necklace, the un-imaginable continuum, is Reality”

   Time is related to the relativity of constant cyclic change in relation to the various harmonious quantum frequencies/vibrations of matter i.e second, minute, hour etc ”A-round and A-round we go, where we stop, no-body knows, the cycles of time will play tricks on your mind”

   If one wants to study the nature of Eons, Ages, Yugas i.e cycles of time, study the ”Precession of the Equinox geometry”

   The precession of the equinoxes involves the slow, cyclic wobbling of Earth’s rotational axis, which causes the equinoxes to shift along the ecliptic over a period of about 25,920 years. This movement results in the celestial equator and the ecliptic plane revolving in opposite directions, affecting the positions of the equinoxes in relation to the fixed stars.

   ”Expanding from ”no-where” of its dimension-less center to the infinitely many points of its circumference, a circle implies the mysterious generation from no-thing to every-thing. Its radius and circumference are never both measurable at the same time in similar units due to their mutual relation to the transcendental value known as ”pi” – 3.1415926…When either the radius or circumference is measurable in whole, rational units, the other is an end-less, irrational decimal. Thus, a circle represents the limited and the un-limited in One Body.”
   1 hr, 60 minutes x 24 hrs for a day = 1440 minutes. The # for light is 144 x 144 = 20,736 / by 4, # for earth {matter} N, S + E, W = 5,184. The # 5 is symbolic of Organic Life Forms. Its symbol is the Pentagram. The symbol of Humanity standing up-Right with a Self reflecting Heart at the Center. 144 / = 72 the # for Truth. 5 x 72 = 360* x 72 = 25,920 the # for the Precession of the Equinox. 25,920 / 5 = 5184 Pyramid angle? x 4 = 20,736. Back where started from. 5 x 5184 = 25,920.

   432 divided into 25,920 = 60. 60 seconds, minutes. 60 x 24 = 144. 60 x 60 = 360{0}. 60m x 24hr = 144{0}m. 60 x 60 x 24 = 86400{0} diameter of the Sun. 216 {Moon} divided into 864 {Sun} = 4 the # for earth or matter i.e N-S+E=W i.e the ‘relative’ space-time continuum whose ”central” axis {5}, from which the relative space-time continuum is born-created, originates from i.e the finite {matter-body-thought} originates from the Infinite Pure Aware-ness. 4, matter divided into 144, Light = 36{0}. Take matter and/or the thought of matter out of the space-time equation and the boundaries of N-S+E-W collapse. Leaving an apparent ”nothing” i.e no ”thing” i.e no matter, no body, no thought, no mind i.e the purpose of meditation.

   A Story in Numbers – ”Number proceeds from Unity” – Aristotle

   The # 432 = the Kali Yuga i.e the Age of Darkness, of ignorance. 432 / = 216. 2160 = diameter of moon. Moon-night-dark-change-ignorance. 108{0} radius of moon x 4 phases = 432{0}.

   4 the # for Earth-matter-form. 432 x 432 = 186,624 speed of Light. The empty, dark, ignorance, squ’d is full of Light, Truth.

   432 + 432 = 864. 864,000 = diameter of Sun – Light-Truth-Reality. Ignorance-dark inverted is Truth-Light-Reality. 864 x 30 = 25.920. The length of a day is 24 hours, or 86,400 seconds.

   # for Light 144 / into speed of Light, 186,624 = 1296. 12,960 = one half of the # for the Precession, 25,920.

   The speed of sound through granite rock at room temperature (about 72 degrees) is 12,960 feet per second

   72 half of 144 # for Light, is the # for Truth, x 360, # for Wholeness = 25,920 Precession of Equinox. 666 is 2/3 and the # for Humanity. Humanity being an in-Complete work is only 2/3 finished. 3/3, Trinity, Wholeness.

   5184 x 4 {N-S+E-W} = 20736 is a perfect square number. Its square root is 144. 5184 x 5 {Axis Mundi-Heart} = 25,920

   432 x 432 = speed of Light, 186,624 divided by 360* = 518.4 x 5 = 2,592 – 518.4 x 4 = 2,073.6 = 518.4 = 2,592

   5184 = Victory over the beast {i.e ignorance/matter} (Rev. 15:2). 72 # for Truth x 72 = 5184 x 5 = 25,920 x 72 = 186624{0}, speed of Light – 72 into 25920 = 360
   72 x 72 = 5184. 5184 / 360 = 14.4

   72 + 72 = 144 the # for Light i.e Pure Conscious-ness, Infinity. 72 + 72 + 72 {3x’s, the Trinity} = 216 the # of the diameter of the Moon {2160}. 2160 x 12 = the # for the Precession of the Equinox 25, 920. 216 + 216 = 432 the # for the age of dark-ness i.e age of materialism i.e age of ignorance. 432 x 432 = 186,624 the speed of light in material space. 432 + 432 = 864 the diameter of the Sun {864,000}

   144 x 144 = 20736 / 4 = 5184 # for Victory over the Beast i.e ignorance in Revelations 15.2. 5 x 5184 = 25,920. # 5 is the axis # i.e change

   The ‘Great Year’ 72 x 360 = 25920 — 5 divided into 360 = 72 mobius strip symbolizing “The cycle of the Eternal return from another dimension, we are shown a way out, a small star, which is our spiritual essence which will at last return to the Great Central Sun” The Pentagram, 5 pointed Star, a very important symbol within the Precession #.

   Jacobs Ladder is a “symbol” for the relationship between the Precession of the Equinox and Earths Solar system. The # 72 is a key to climbing up and down this ladder. 72 x 360 = 25920 — 5 divided into 360 = 72 — 25920 divide 5 = 5184, sq’d = 72 — 25920 divide 12 = 2160 — 2160 diameter of the moon, radius 1080. 2160 x 2 = 4320, one sixth of 25920 — 432 x 432 = 186,624 speed of light. Also, 25,920 x 72 = 1,866,240 {the speed of light to the 10th} – 216 {72+72+72} x 4 = 8640 — 864,000 = diameter of sun. 1080, Moon radius, x diameter of earth 8,000 = 8,640,000 {sun diameter to the 10th} — 186,624 divide 2160 = 86.40 x 5 = 4320 divide by 2 = 2160.

   2160 into 25,920 = 12 – Constellation – Synonyms gathering, company, circle. i.e origin of Zodiac