Atlantis knew the secret of the past, as ye today know language writ on page familiar. Thus were read the stars through eyes of sages and from the tiny speck first cast from Growth Divine, a mote of Thought from Him—the Builder—they fathomed the mystery of peopling, of the verdure planets bear.
Atlantis understood history as clearly as we read written language today. Their wise scholars interpreted the stars, and from the smallest spark of divine creation—a mere thought from the Creator—they unraveled the mysteries of how planets came to support life and vegetation.
The growth law they did learn by inner sense—to highly strive that all was cast to Mind, yet delved they not as men today must delve, but learned that law was knowledge of the sort which aids the brain to gather all it needs through introspection.
They learned the law of growth by inner sense: to strive highly, so that all was cast to Mind. Yet they did not delve in the way men today must delve. They learned that law was knowledge of the kind that helps the brain gather all it needs through introspection.
Practice ye who will.
Practice if you wish.
The secret springs of life, if once ye yield to pressure of the inner sense, or soul, speak all of Nature.
If you open yourself to your inner senses or soul, the hidden sources of life reveal all of nature's secrets.
No need of tomes to tell of Nature's laws when all is first implanted in the soul of man and, dormant, may be called to life through recognizing of the inner self—a something known before the world loomed large unto the eye.
Nature's laws don't need lengthy books to explain them. They're already planted within us, lying dormant until we recognize our inner selves. This inner knowledge predates our awareness of the world around us.
Great scrolls they made of finest colors woven with the hues of rainbow, sunset clouds and all that Nature casteth from her loom of dyed and mingled substances, so wove to mood of maker that a poem it doth seem.
They created magnificent tapestries using vibrant colors, blending hues reminiscent of rainbows and sunset skies. These artworks showcased the full spectrum of nature's palette, woven with such skill and emotion that each piece resembled a visual poem.
Atlantians read the moon as page of book or thoughts condensed on pillars. Thus they spake: "The Moon-men, mad, have cast their thoughts to Earth and harm has come to us who dig and delve, and strive to carry to each dome and build such structures as the very sun doth mock. Alas! we cannot ward the harmful stream of thought condensed which smiteth brain with woe!"
The Atlantians interpreted the moon as if it were a page in a book or thoughts condensed on pillars. They said, "The Moon-dwellers, in their madness, have projected their thoughts to Earth, causing harm to us who toil and build structures that rival the sun itself. Sadly, we cannot shield ourselves from this harmful stream of concentrated thought that afflicts our minds with misery!"
Sun language read they. Messages of growth stood forth on parchment, sheets of gold or bronze, ye call, of which they, too, did make them gates as well as barques to carry thither, yon, all merchandise. Great sheets made whole by cunning use of spikes so beat in wood that strength made sure the task of building messenger for water-road abroad.
They read the language of the sun. Messages of growth stood out on parchment, and on sheets of gold, or bronze as you call it. From these metals they also made gates, and boats to carry all kinds of merchandise here and there. Great sheets were joined into one by a clever use of spikes driven into wood. Their strength made sure the work of building messengers for the water-road abroad.
Heed ye! the secret lies beneath the wave, but semblance have in that carven boat which men of statue shrunk make small in wood of tree-trunk; yet in them no slave sits dumb and plies the blade. Aye, blades were plied which rested in the holes pierced high for oars, and "decks" raised in their midst, where sat in state the noble who did journey.
Heed this! The secret lies beneath the wave. But it has a likeness in that carved boat which men of shrunken stature make in small size from the wood of a tree trunk. Yet in those boats no slave sits silent and plies the oar. Yes, oars were plied, resting in holes pierced high for them, and "decks" were raised in their midst, where the traveling noble sat in state.
No great distance, oft made my sires of that sunk land, for all that made a land of worth was there, save in that season of volcanic mud and blight. Then forth to other lands they sailed in fleets of well-made boats when storms, the sages said, were held in leash by great Orion's belt.
My forefathers of that sunken land did not often travel any great distance. For everything that made a land worthwhile was there, except in that season of volcanic mud and blight. Then they sailed out to other lands in fleets of well-made boats, when, as the sages said, the storms were held on a leash by great Orion's belt.
To Africa always went they—land of corn—of rice—ye call, of wool, of shrub, of date, of ivory and skins of gloss and ebon hue. Later they went to Asia's shores when fairly peopled. To other lands whose inhabitants were the rioters that strayed from higher shores, their beaten tract lay on to that land which ye call "Egypt," I, the loved and lost, but rising yet again though peopled with the alien. Ah, my land!
They always went to Africa, the land of corn, of rice as you call it, of wool, of shrubs, of dates, of ivory, and of glossy skins of ebony hue. Later, once Asia's shores were fairly well peopled, they went there. Toward other lands, whose people were the rioters who had strayed from higher shores, their well-worn route led on to the land you call "Egypt." I call it the loved and lost, yet rising again, though peopled by foreigners. Ah, my land!
My fathers of that lost Atlantis, speak did father much from star-lore through the mind, and learned from Mars the lore of working brass and metal made from lead and grains of powdered pumice. Smoothe and fair to eye the molten mass on which the men of lands afar engraved their higher thoughts, or made a history which is read by peering souls who look beneath the waves and gather much that speaks of conscious mood.
My fathers of that lost Atlantis drew much from star-lore through the mind. They learned from Mars the lore of working brass, and of a metal made from lead and grains of powdered pumice. The molten mass was smooth and fair to the eye. On it the men of distant lands engraved their higher thoughts, or made a history. That history is read by searching souls who look beneath the waves and gather much that speaks of conscious mood.
They read the motes and streams of atmosphere, made discs through beating metal from the stone and mixed with brass or bronze, and caught a stream of strong, magnetic force through iron crude with other substance known. A disc of polarized white metal caught the current, drank it up and made the music of a certain word cast out by spiral form—’twas done.
They analyzed atmospheric particles and currents, created discs by hammering metal from stone and mixing it with brass or bronze, and captured a powerful magnetic force through raw iron combined with other known materials. A disc of polarized white metal absorbed the current, producing music from a specific word projected by a spiral shape—the task was complete.
Nay, they knew not messengers of land as thou, nor tubes for speech, but o’er the water flashed the message as the summer air, and sought objective point which skill designed. For speech was caught on disc and read with satisfaction or with dread.
Unlike today, they had no land-based messengers or telephones. Instead, messages traveled through the air over water, reaching their intended targets with precision. Words were recorded on discs, then played back to evoke either joy or fear in the listener.
"Bring hither from Atlantis sacks of gold," he read, "twice twenty. We send thee linen—honey—swords and javelins broad." And he, with ready stylus, at the disc marked on his tablets: "Twice twenty sacks of gold they from the upper Nile desire."
"Bring here from Atlantis sacks of gold," he read, "twice twenty. We send you linen, honey, swords, and broad javelins." And at the disc, with ready stylus, he marked on his tablets: "Those from the upper Nile want twice twenty sacks of gold."
And this ere Ophir gave her secret to the hands of one poor slave!
And this was before Ophir gave up her secret into the hands of one poor slave!
Priesthood came to light in that far island in the early dawn of race. A castaway, who dwelt from birth upon a northern cape, was priest first to Atlantian people, when the world at that one spot was bound to savagery. Yet kind in heart the handful that had sprung from fisher folk, as I have told before, and gave him shelter.
Priesthood came into being on that far island in the early dawn of the race. A castaway, who had lived from birth on a northern cape, was the first priest to the Atlantian people. This was when the world, at that one spot, was bound in savagery. Yet the handful of people who had sprung from fisher folk were kind at heart, as I have told before, and they gave him shelter.
He of all the boat, one hundred toiling slaves had manned, was spared to tell the tale of mountain waves and frightful blasts that heaved the foaming sea and break in staves the ship. And as he spake of hardships all eyes were turned on him in pity, as they understood.
Of the hundred slaves who had manned the ship, only he survived to tell the tale. He spoke of towering waves and terrifying winds that churned the sea into foam and shattered the vessel. As he recounted their hardships, all eyes turned to him with sympathy, for they understood his ordeal.
A tongue long lost to most he spake, but one of that small band—himself a fisher castaway—could catch his meaning and expressed his sympathy. The son of Ocean's spite reared to his gods, for preservation of his life, a wall of rock and set thereon a disc of polished gelb he wore upon a thong about his neck.
He spoke a tongue long lost to most. But one of that small band, himself a castaway fisherman, could catch his meaning and expressed his sympathy. The son of Ocean's spite raised a wall of rock to his gods, in thanks for the preservation of his life. On it he set a disc of polished gelb that he wore on a thong around his neck.
All understood though having not one god their own.
Despite not having a single god of their own, they all understood.
And thus as he—the son of Ocean's spite—poured forth his gratitude, they knelt beside and lifted up their voice in thankfulness, in imitation of the man who prayed. And thus was priesthood born.
And so, as he, the son of Ocean's spite, poured out his gratitude, they knelt beside him and lifted up their voices in thanks, imitating the man who prayed. And so priesthood was born.
And that first priest—a man of will who boded check but ill—soon made his presence felt and all did turn to him for counsel. Waxed he strong in power and handed down his law to every soul that spake: "I pray thee give me counsel." Thus ’twas done.
That first priest - a strong-willed man who didn't tolerate opposition - quickly made his influence known. Everyone turned to him for advice. He grew powerful and imposed his rules on all who asked, "Please give me guidance." And so it was.
Like all beginnings, but a speck—of time—of potency—of that which binds and welds when growth hath been attained, and binding millions by the central thought, all bowed at his command as when a king stepped down.
Like all beginnings, it was only a speck: a speck of time, of power, of that which binds and welds once growth has been reached. It came to bind millions by the central thought, and all bowed at his command, as when a king stepped down.
Yet he was meek in mien. A thoughtful man who knew the power of law and sought to bind the minds of them who dwelt upon the isle, with purpose. This at last was done. His name? They called him "Bernastje" meaning Thought. A name corrupted.
Yet he was meek in manner. He was a thoughtful man who knew the power of law, and he sought to bind with purpose the minds of those who lived on the isle. At last this was done. His name? They called him "Bernastje," meaning Thought. It is a corrupted name.
Thus priesthood was established. Down the line which followed all his sons were priests and teachers. Healers of the sick by art drawn from the mind, at first, of that head priest who brought much knowledge. All their power lay in strong heredity.
The priesthood was founded in this way. All of his descendants became priests and teachers, passing down the tradition through generations. They learned to heal the sick using methods developed by their ancestor, the first high priest, who possessed great wisdom. Their influence stemmed from their strong family lineage.
In the beginning none of other line did give their sons as priests, but as the souls contended for their rights, and many dwelt where but a handful stood, still others were appointed. So the line of priesthood grew and power also grew.
At first, only one family provided priests. But as people fought for their rights and populations grew, more priests were appointed from other families. This led to an expansion of the priesthood and an increase in its influence.
Little felt at first the power, but later, when the august government was formed and nations learned the island was a-weight with gold, the priesthood cast a spell of angry thought about the ministers of state, forbidding them to barter island wealth in quantities, preserving in their line a love of home and that which home contained all jealously.
At first the power was scarcely felt. But later the august government was formed, and nations learned the island was weighed down with gold. Then the priesthood cast a spell of angry thought about the ministers of state. It forbade them to trade away the island's wealth in large quantities. So it preserved in their line a love of home and of all that home contained, jealously guarded.
Then strife arose, but by a threat that gods would bear the wand of stern destruction to the isle were priests but crucified or banished, or yet shifted tor the captive men afar, as sometimes done, fear gripped hard the government and priests remained in power. ’Twas well. The weak submit and strength in mind or hand brings power, awhile at least to him who holds the gifts.
Conflict erupted, but officials were warned that the gods would unleash destruction upon the island if priests were executed, exiled, or exchanged for prisoners, as had sometimes occurred. Fearing divine retribution, the government relented, allowing the priests to retain their authority. This was for the best. The weak yield to the strong, and those with mental or physical prowess wield power, at least for a time.
Earth mind is prone to weaken at a threat made in the name of that which is not understood; for darkness holds the evil which we dread, not light of day. For light is intellect so trained that all may know without the word of man what for him lies in store.
The human mind tends to falter when faced with threats made in the name of the unknown. We fear the darkness, not the light, for it's in shadows that our dreaded evils lurk. True enlightenment comes from a well-trained intellect, allowing us to understand our fate without relying on others' interpretations.
The work of priest was fixed by inclination. Some knew the gift of love to man and held them ready to deny self-love and yield to others that which giveth peace. Still others bartered words for golden grains that promised senses joy. They made the laws to govern school and home. The marriage, birth and death.
The work of a priest was fixed by his inclination. Some knew the gift of love for man, and held themselves ready to deny self-love and yield to others what gives peace. Others traded words for grains of gold that promised joy to the senses. The priests made the laws to govern school and home, and marriage, birth, and death.
Health laws in measure also made they and the fixing of the tithes each made for prayer to gods. Also one made a law that man hath known, and needed, since first his eyes were opened to the light—the law of ministering to the unfortunate one whose reasoning mind had fled.
Health regulations were established, as well as the allocation of tithes for religious purposes. Additionally, a law was created that humans have recognized and required since the dawn of consciousness—the mandate to care for those whose mental faculties have deteriorated.
The jangled brain took soothing draught of words from him who patient waited so to learn the words most soothing unto each. Thus was it in that day.
The troubled mind found comfort in the words of one who patiently waited to learn which words would soothe each person best. That's how it was back then.
A rhythm made they of the potent words and so completely bound to simple sounds they sang, in tones discordant not but sweet, the jumble to the raving, keeping time to instrument like "zither," a slow, deep music that did lull the sense and often cure effected was by means like this. Adjustment unto certain law—this action of the brain. A single cell adjusts itself to tone—to thought—’tis well—’tis healed; the other cells will act in strict accord, for all are so contained in silken mesh of flesh that each responds.
They created a rhythm with powerful words, weaving them into simple sounds. Their harmonious singing, accompanied by a zither-like instrument, produced a slow, deep melody that soothed the senses. This method often brought about healing. The process worked by aligning the brain with certain principles. A single cell adjusts to the tone and thought, healing itself. The other cells then follow suit, as they're all interconnected within the body's delicate network, each responding in turn.
The law is simple yet complex to them who read not science's method of the whole vast system—man or world—enhung upon a chord—a strand, that vibrates to a tune. And Time doth only change the direct stroke.
The law is both simple and complex to those unfamiliar with science's approach to understanding the entire system—whether human or cosmic—which hangs on a single thread, vibrating to a universal tune. Time merely alters the way this vibration is felt.
The priesthood also understood the law of color on the active, waring brain and with it soothed, or made the sluggish mind to grasp an object. Thus to fall in line in thought and bring forth harmony of thought from senseless round of muttered syllables.
The clergy grasped the impact of color on the active, agitated mind. They used this knowledge to calm people or to help less alert individuals focus on a specific idea. This technique brought order to scattered thoughts and created mental harmony from seemingly meaningless chants.
Such disease fell often on the men of galley. Storm, perchance, drove wisdom from their head and Fear's great specter sat beside instead of Hope and Courage. Such malady afflicted child at school who strained much knowledge to absorb and mind was harmed.
This same disease often struck the men of the galleys. A storm, perhaps, drove wisdom from their heads, and the great specter of Fear sat beside them instead of Hope and Courage. The same malady struck a child at school who strained to absorb much knowledge, and his mind was harmed.
A mother at the birth of babe invited such catastrophe by overfeed—a glutton at the feast of Harvest Moon, when brain disease was rampant in that land of heavy light-pressure, under rays of moon, which now has changed its full condition, through the dying out of light important to all planets set in "heaven" and ruled by strong vibrative law.
A mother, upon giving birth, risked disaster by overfeeding—like a glutton at a Harvest Moon celebration. This occurred in a time when brain diseases were widespread in that region of intense moonlight. Since then, the moon's influence has changed as its light, crucial to all celestial bodies, has dimmed. These heavenly bodies remain governed by powerful vibrational laws.
Moon conditions change each one thousand years. To earth an almost imperceptible change cometh; yet we who study mark the growth or trend, to so distribute ill or good to Earth, which holds the planets.
Moon conditions change every thousand years. An almost imperceptible change comes to Earth. Yet we who study mark the growth or trend that so distributes ill or good to Earth, which holds the planets.
Mark we, too, the laws that govern Sun irradiating worlds. Its light less luminous this past thousand years than in the former ages. Thus ye say: "The eyes of children dimmer grow; such, science hath discovered." ’Tis not so. No focus for an orb can be obtained if swift vibrations fill the sunlit air. Vibrations which made round a certain point, and in this day a point is passed and thus is blindness on the increase, as ye speak.
We also note the laws that govern the Sun as it lights the worlds. Its light has been less bright this past thousand years than in earlier ages. So you say, "Children's eyes are growing dimmer. Science has discovered this." That is not so. No eye can focus if swift vibrations fill the sunlit air. These vibrations circled around a certain point. In this day that point has been passed, and so blindness is on the increase, as you say.
So taught the priests of old Atlantis aeons since, and I, today, give but the thought of ages past.
This wisdom was passed down by the ancient priests of Atlantis countless ages ago, and I now share these timeless insights from the distant past.
In temples lived the priesthood. Chambers vast reached out designed once for palace court in which the monarch walked when so it pleased his will, and passages whose windings none might walk save the "annointed" stretched their way to home of priest.
Temples housed the clergy. Enormous rooms, originally designed as palace courtyards for royal strolls, extended outward. Winding passages, accessible only to the "anointed," led to the priests' quarters.
Vast gardens set about the temple walls made private bower where dark-eyed children played and dark-eyed mothers smiled and time beguiled by touching cords of finest woven gold, or other metal. which all deftly strung, made melody that soothed the eager ear of child or yet of him all weary grown of clamouring zealot asking good at his unwilling hands.
Vast gardens set around the temple walls made a private bower. There dark-eyed children played, and dark-eyed mothers smiled and passed the time by touching strings of finely woven gold or other metal. These strings, all skillfully strung, made music that soothed the eager ear of a child. It soothed, too, the priest who had grown weary of clamoring zealots asking favors from his unwilling hands.
He the secrets of "the gods" had learned—mere carven shapes to represent the thoughts that dwell within the brain, and yet, in inner soul he grasped the law of higher Intellect that made the earth and all the planets, systems. Time, and measured with His eye the Universe and its beginning.
He had uncovered the mysteries of "the gods"—those carved figures meant to embody the ideas within our minds. Yet, in his deepest soul, he understood the principles of a higher Intelligence that created the Earth, all planets, and systems. This Intelligence measured Time itself and, with a single glance, comprehended the Universe and its origin.
Aye, so well the priests did know that each endowed the carven shape he represented in his turn with attributes because, indeed, it was a spark of that great Mind cast out, all objects from His being having grown.
Indeed, the priests understood that each of them imbued the carved figure they represented with unique qualities. This was because, in truth, every object had sprung from a fragment of the great divine Mind.
The priesthood held much power, as it has held since first man turned his thoughts from God's great works and queried to his fellow: "He that marketh me as man, I understand Him not, but thou art wise. I beg thee state His motive. Give to me the explanation of His ways so vast my puny mind can grasp not."
The clergy wielded significant influence, as they have since humans first turned their gaze from God's grand creations and asked each other: "I can't comprehend the One who made me human, but you seem knowledgeable. Please explain His motives. Break down His immense ways so my limited mind can understand."
Man in power is like the creature which playeth with the object of her search ere she destroyeth. By glance of eye he seeketh to show the terror his presence calleth to the one whose life, mayhap, hangs on his word, and play becomes a stern reality till man believeth he is God indeed.
A powerful person is like a predator toying with its prey before striking. With a mere glance, they seek to instill fear in those whose fate hangs in the balance. This game of intimidation soon becomes all too real, until the powerful begin to see themselves as gods.