They measured grains of metal by the weight of rule and caught the secret of another metal still; ’twas made by so compounding several metals, that there stood forth a wondrous slab of lightness and of gloss, on its bright surface, golden slab it seemed, the characters were carven so to represent the objects one might wish to hold in thought, as well as characters denoting time and substance, journeyings, reigns of various kings and deaths of nobles, criminals. All writ so fair upon the gleaming stuff by chiseling, and pleasure brought to science's laws and rules could never be surpassed.
They measured metal grains by weight and discovered the secret of a new alloy. By combining several metals, they created a remarkable lightweight and glossy slab. Its bright surface appeared golden, with carved characters representing objects, concepts, time, and substance. The engravings also depicted journeys, kings' reigns, and the deaths of nobles and criminals. The beautiful chiseling on this gleaming material brought such joy to scientific laws and rules that it seemed unsurpassable.
This metal wore not neither rusted, nor yet cleft in particles, but stood superb throughout the ages; aye, ye could see it still if ye, perchance, could raise the block of stone which means the temple wall; and lying prone, or standing where first set would be this tablet; aye, would hundreds be as as fair as any page from master's hand today.
This metal neither wore down nor rusted, nor did it break into pieces. It remained in perfect condition throughout the ages. You could still see it today if you could somehow lift the stone block that forms part of the temple wall. Whether lying flat or standing upright where it was first placed, this tablet would be there. In fact, hundreds of them would be as pristine as any page from a master craftsman's hand today.
Components for "cement," ye speak, were understood as now, and firm and smoothe rose many a palace wall made of the sand and slime—"bitumen," ye. Pebbles were, too, employed in building. Of colors unknown to you cold people of the North. Aye, shells so turned by flexity of carbon gas that stone they seemed and set in pillars’-walls. The secret of the priesthood, understood by few, to crystallize or "petrify" all things of nature. None that secret took to Egypt, lost.
The ingredients for cement were understood much like they are today. Smooth, sturdy palace walls rose up, made from sand and bitumen - a natural tar-like substance. Pebbles were also used in construction. The buildings boasted colors unfamiliar to the colder northern regions. Even shells, transformed by carbon dioxide to resemble stone, were set into walls and pillars. The priests guarded a secret, known only to a select few: the ability to crystallize or "petrify" natural objects. This knowledge was lost and never made its way to Egypt.
Aye, even blossoms could they so solidify. A difficult but certain task to them who understood; and these, too, live beneath the feet of things that walk and swim—the monsters of the deep.
Yes, they could even solidify flowers. A challenging but achievable task for those who knew how. These also exist beneath creatures that walk and swim—the behemoths of the ocean depths.
"Sea onion" made in cups like ivory seemed when petrified. The "kelp" they wove in nets so strong a "shark" could scarcely rend. Aye, dipped in liquid made by science's rules made perfect in its toughening quality, retaining color, shape, the all which nature gave with added worth.
Ivory-like cups, seemingly petrified, were crafted from "sea onion." They wove "kelp" into nets so robust that even a "shark" could barely tear them. Indeed, these items were dipped in a scientifically formulated liquid, perfecting their durability while preserving their natural color and shape, thus enhancing their inherent value.
From bones of certain fish—the "shark," the "gar," they made them weapons in the early-crudest age; such ivory as ye seldom see because the seeming, worthless bones by simple method long ago employed. A bath in nitrate was compounded, though they who made knew not a name for that one simple liquid of which their fathers held the knowledge since earliest dawn of race.
In ancient times, people crafted weapons from the bones of certain fish, like sharks and gars. These bones, often overlooked, were transformed into rare ivory through a simple yet effective process passed down through generations. The method involved soaking the bones in a nitrate solution, though our ancestors didn't have a name for this chemical. They simply followed the knowledge inherited from the dawn of their civilization.
A bath in sunshine, laid on rock which held a property those men of earliest dawn ne’er knew held values, but a certain instinct told them of its worth to harden when in contact with another, foreign matter. Such the work of earlier and of later day that held the hands and minds of old Atlantis’ sons.
They also gave the bones a bath in sunshine, laid on a rock that held a special property. Those men of the earliest dawn never knew it held such value. But a certain instinct told them of its worth for hardening when in contact with another, foreign matter. Such was the work, of earlier and of later days, that occupied the hands and minds of old Atlantis' sons.
A happy custom sprang to life in that past day—the custom of so reaping sound from out the "silence," ye, that melody was brought to ear.
In those bygone days, a delightful tradition emerged—the practice of creating music from silence, bringing melody to life.
Old instruments are found today which people know not nor can speak their use, and little dream they gleaned the strong, vibrative force of Nature's laws which are exact and reproduction sometimes a work that art may win. The tissue, clear and strong as gold, doth melt to Time's hot touch, but shape of frame have ye in "museum," lauded as some great pedestal, staff, "the origin of looms," perhaps, but never music instrument. Yet so it was.
Ancient instruments are discovered today that people neither recognize nor understand how to use. Few realize these devices once harnessed the powerful, resonant forces of Nature's precise laws, occasionally producing works that rival art. Though delicate materials may have deteriorated over time, you can still find their frames in museums, celebrated as significant artifacts - perhaps labeled as the predecessor to looms. However, their true purpose as musical instruments remains unknown to most. Yet that was indeed their function.
When breezes strong, salt and full charged with deep vibrations borne from far in circles, as vibrations trend, smote the sheet of luminated composition—silk and metal particles—they made a rhythmic melody of worth which sages studied to determine storm forecast or fate of sun-smote country, passing of a storm upon the desert, peoples on a raid, the nearness of a foe, while all swung to a tune remote or near as circles broken did denote the foreign body in the rhythmic whirl of vibratory coil; for Circle is Eternity! Great master stroke! Completeness.
When strong, salty winds carrying deep vibrations from afar struck the luminous sheet—made of silk and metal particles—they created a rhythmic melody. Sages studied this melody to predict storms, forecast the fate of sun-scorched lands, track desert storms, detect raids, or sense approaching enemies. The tune shifted from distant to near as broken circles revealed foreign objects in the swirling vibratory coil. For the circle represents eternity—a masterful concept of completeness.
These the words that God doth change by naught in Nature nor through all His laws!
These are the unchanging words of God, unaltered by nature or any of His laws!
A simple mind determined all for man to ponder on. The son of statesman sitting where the shade made happy bower, had watched the waves and drawn from out the mind realm, through the eye, a force of wondrous discernment, power. The structure which he builded, with the help of sage, to catch the circle's action long did want completion.
A simple mind settled all of it for man to ponder. The son of a statesman, sitting where the shade made a pleasant bower, had watched the waves. Through his eye, he had drawn out of the realm of the mind a force of wondrous discernment and power. The structure he built with a sage's help, to catch the action of the circle, long lacked completion.
Suddenly, at dawn the sunlight on the water made the mark that smote the power with which to grasp, and all was plain to him.
Suddenly, at daybreak, the sunlight reflecting on the water created a sign that struck him with clarity, and everything became clear.
Ellipse of light. The motes of atmosphere. The current on the dampened surface of the sheets of glass took form before his eyes. The science of ellipse of sound was born! Made perfect by a law well known to mariners of steering by the gurgle of the waves ’gainst rock. A tongue all nature owns.
An ellipse of light. The motes in the air. The current on the dampened surface of the sheets of glass took form before his eyes. The science of the ellipse of sound was born! It was made perfect by a law well known to sailors, that of steering by the gurgle of the waves against rock. It is a language all nature owns.
Discernment taught them then the proper stuff to weave to catch the sound in form. Attraction well was studied, and the shape born in their mind was emulated. Circle made of floss so delicate it seemed the gossamer of the spider's house, yet strength was there. A metal in the sand which made the glass soon told its certain worth by testing.
Discernment then taught them the proper stuff to weave to catch sound in form. They studied attraction well, and copied the shape born in their minds. They made a circle of floss so delicate it seemed the gossamer of a spider's web, yet it had strength. A metal in the sand that made the glass soon proved its sure worth through testing.
Strands of glass enwoven with the silk—a sensitive to sound which draws (casts) atmosphere and dryness points to source. A movement breaks the rhythm, ear well trained catches the weight of volume—shape of volume—thus the law is read. Long years of study taught the distance. Near, a medley; far a rhythmic murmur of the chords, the distance for such sounds did he determine by examination.
Fibers of glass interlaced with silk create a sound-sensitive device that detects atmospheric conditions and pinpoints the source of dryness. A disruption in the pattern catches the attention of a well-trained ear, which perceives the intensity and form of the sound, revealing the underlying principle. Years of dedicated research taught him to gauge distance. Nearby sounds blend together, while distant ones form a rhythmic hum of harmonies. He calculated the range of these sounds through careful analysis.
Sent he boats afar or near which brought to bear a clang of shields and spears, great shouting, all that might disturb, and when the record smote the sheet enwound about a staff of glass he marked the distance to the point where rested fleet, and thus determined distance readily.
He sent boats far or near, which made a clang of shields and spears, great shouting, and everything that might disturb. When the record struck the sheet wound around a staff of glass, he marked the distance to the point where the fleet lay. And so he readily determined distance.
The men of that lost land were thinkers. Thought is born in brain which long doth feel the pressure of a word spake with a grain of wisdom; thus it holdeth meaning on which pondering bringeth great results, for like all growths it clingeth to the source, and Source is nurtured in the lap of Age, and thus doth drink of substance which promotes a germ that breeds yet other thoughts that makes a garland of the knowledge scattered through the matter of a mind.
The people of that forgotten civilization were deep thinkers. Ideas emerge from minds that have long contemplated even the smallest kernels of wisdom. These ideas hold significance, and careful reflection on them can yield profound insights. Like all living things, thoughts remain connected to their origins. These origins are nourished by time and experience, drawing sustenance from the essence that fosters growth. This process gives birth to new ideas, weaving together scattered bits of knowledge into a cohesive tapestry of understanding within one's mind.
And so it was those men of "lost Atlantis" learned to fashion instrument to cast their thoughts by delving into matter of the brain; it drew such atoms as did smite and yet again cast forth the word to them who waited.
And so it was that those men of "lost Atlantis" learned to fashion an instrument to send out their thoughts, by delving into the matter of the brain. It drew in such atoms as struck it, and cast forth the word again to those who waited.
Suddenly the thought did come to one who long had delved in brain-lore, its forces, all that makes a stroke of will of other methods; for a stroke of thought can give a world of power to them who dwell on thought as force—as factor in the world on which ye bide—on planets where thy kind, yet wholly not thy kind, do live a life of nearness to the Source—to breadth—to Scope—to lightness of the heart which is the spring of Form set in a model made from molecules condensed and cell besprinkled, yet with purpose, law and reason.
Suddenly, an idea struck a long-time student of neuroscience and willpower. They realized that a single thought could grant immense power to those who view thinking as a force—a crucial element in your world and on planets where beings similar, yet not identical, to your kind live. These beings exist closer to the Source, to vastness, to Scope, and to a lightness of heart that forms the basis of physical existence. This existence, though made of condensed molecules and scattered cells, still follows purpose, law, and reason.
Nurtured through the ages by that great Force which is the Spring of Life that buildeth worlds and maketh moods from out the work-shop of a Mind so vast that it doth hold the great immensity of "space" within its bounds. And like the insects swarming round seem planets, world, the All.
Throughout time, the Spring of Life - that great Force - has nurtured creation. This Force builds worlds and shapes moods from the workshop of a Mind so vast that it contains the entire expanse of space within its limits. In this cosmic perspective, planets and worlds seem like swarming insects, all part of the grand All.
The law is simple in its workings, but, ah man! Ah, man! the spring is set to beatings of a Heart that grew when Time was not! A Heart that casteth life-blood to the million, million arteries of the world! That checketh not the beatings of the hearts of men by aught that is amiss, but is so well attuned to laws of growth that all may live, but in that vaster Life.
The law operates simply, but oh, how profound! It's set in motion by the pulse of an eternal Heart, one that existed before time itself. This Heart pumps life-blood through countless arteries of the world. It doesn't falter at human imperfections, but instead is so perfectly aligned with the laws of growth that all can thrive within its greater Life.
That Life so vast, so full of mystery to thee that thou hast cast the thought from out thy puny mind as something harassing and fraught with woe; and yet the mind rejecting is attuned and liveth in the fullness and the warmth of that so well attuned and perfect Heart.
Life, so vast and mysterious, can overwhelm you to the point where you push the thought from your mind, seeing it as distressing and filled with sorrow. Yet, even as your mind rejects it, you remain in harmony with and live within the fullness and warmth of that perfectly attuned Heart.
The law of the beginning none may know; but law of Life on ether planes we drink, who stand bereft of "body" and where mind and shape of soul are formed of ether-force magnetic, which may pierce all substances and yet be soft to feel the moods of sadness in the one it loves.
No one can know the ultimate origins of existence, but we who exist beyond physical form understand the laws of life in ethereal realms. Here, our minds and souls are shaped by magnetic ethereal energy. This force can penetrate all matter yet remains sensitive enough to perceive the subtle emotions of those we care for.
It penetrates the brain with sense of brain to thee unseen, and yet, that force of brain unseen by eye is stronger far than bands of brass ye weave! And ye, who by the flesh are bound to earth, may drink the higher knowledge through the soul, if so ye live the Soul is recognized and questioned as a thing apart from Mind.
It penetrates the mind with a sense invisible to you, yet this unseen mental force is far stronger than any physical restraints you might create. Those bound to the physical world can still access higher knowledge through the soul, if you live in a way that recognizes and explores the soul as distinct from the mind.
All better promptings cometh from the soul. All evil whispers are the lower self, yet welded are the soul and earth-mind, kin, and yet are severed by the sense of God, ye call for want of name to designate the vast—the mighty—all pervading Force, which entereth every form born from the womb of mother. Blessed state, for she is co-creator, nurturer with the One we name with reverence and awe.
All positive inspirations come from the soul, while negative thoughts arise from our baser nature. Though our soul and earthly mind are interconnected, they're separated by our awareness of a higher power. We struggle to name this vast, mighty, all-encompassing force that permeates every living being. It's a blessed state, for the mother is a co-creator and nurturer alongside this revered and awe-inspiring entity we call God.
That One so subtly held to self yet casting out the sparks of Life and Knowledge. Growth and reason's flow, yet ne’er depleted. Wondrous birth of Time and forces which we read not, yet they lie about us giving unto each a spray of force.
One entity subtly retains its essence while scattering the seeds of Life and Knowledge. It fosters growth and reason's progress, yet remains inexhaustible. This miraculous source of Time and unseen forces surrounds us, bestowing upon each a measure of power.
Not in fullest power doth Nature fill the form of man, else Man were but a senseless block whose shape and subtle sense, attuned to law of growth alone, were all his heritage, but atoms rarefied build up the form which is the plan of soul. These atoms hold the essence of a Life. God-All-in greatest portion.
Nature doesn't fully control human form and function. If it did, humans would be mere senseless objects, guided only by basic growth patterns. Instead, our physical bodies are made of refined particles that align with our spiritual essence. These particles contain the core of life itself - a substantial portion of the divine.
Such is Man. Built of the sentient matter from the stars—the work of sunbeams—ether held in leash by strong electric force. Of tide-play of the Moon the creature formed from stroke of Potency which lies within its center and its growth-realms.
Such is humanity. Formed from the conscious matter of stars—crafted by sunlight—ethereal energy bound by powerful electromagnetic forces. Shaped by lunar tides, we are beings created from the core of our potential and the realms of our development.
Such is Man—the man of clay, all imbued with life which is the motive force. The Soul—that subtle spring which beateth out the numbered days and years, and draws to higher Soul by love inborn through its soul-birth, biddeth man to hold the thought that divine himself is he, and that he may drink the nectar of the thither spheres which bringeth strength to soul.
Humanity is like clay, infused with life's driving force. The soul, that delicate essence marking out our days and years, draws us toward a higher purpose through innate love. It urges us to believe in our own divinity and to seek strength from realms beyond our own.