Table of Contents
THE GOLDEN FLUTE
Cracking the Precessional Code
PART I: Circles in Time
Preface –Allahabad, India, 1894……………………….1
Tableau One -The Seven Treasures
10,501 B.C. Jammu, Kashmir near the headwaters of the Indus River
The Prophecy........................................................................ 4
The Old Temple................................................................... 11
The Riddle of Sevens: the music lesson.................................. 16
The Seven Inner Stars.......................................................... 23
The Student Teaches, the Teacher Learns............................. 27
The Old Indus Prophecy Illuminated....................................... 35
The Hototogisu’s Mournful Song/the Golden Tree..................... 42
The Serpent Sapati bites his Tail/the Palace Falls
The Princes of the East Wind Open the Tenth Door
Like a Door....(opening and closing): Chaitya’s Heaven/His Master’s Voice
Tableau Two - Krishna’s Golden Flute
Tableau Three -The City of the Sun at Sippara /
The Deluge of the Chaldeans
Tableau Four - "The Great Light" The birth of a Christ, Palestine
Tableau Five - “The Lost Years,”
On the road west of Rabbath-Ammon (Philadelphia) to the Dead Sea / Jesus the Christ at 27 returning from visiting "the Magi" of Gandara, India........................................................................................................
TABLEAU ONE - The Seven Treasures
Year: 10,501 B.C. in Jammu, Kashmir
Near the headwaters of the East branch of the Indus River where the border of India and China is today, with the Karakoram mountains to the North
"Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
The men below and the saints above;
For love is heaven and heaven is love."
It was in the year 10,501 BC; by our standards today. For the people of
that time and that world, it was known as the "Year of the Mournful
Hototogisu" The Hototogisu was a rare cuckoo bird and it was said that in the ninth moon, when the mountains turn white on the distant horizon, the Silver Trees along the ‘River of SevenTreasures turn golden; then the Hototogisu will sing its last mournful cry, for the Golden Age of the 6th world cycle, the Satya Yuga, shall end.
An Ancient Kingdom had spread for centuries from the valley between today’s Karakoram Range and the Zaskar Mountains, near Leh, on the Indus headwaters, spilling out along the route north toward the ancient temples of the “High Beings of the Universe.” This kingdom had no earthly king residing over a material kingdom, but rulers who they called “Devatas.” They were said to be Princes of a Celestial Kingdom, who came and went as they pleased in the great cyclical Cosmos of Time. They had come long ago it was said, bringing celestial arts and powers, having overcome their mortality, or at least it seemed so to the poor, miserable struggling humans who had been groping and gathering in a harsh wilderness for millennia, barely scraping out an existence. To them at least, it seemed they were gods, and so they were named and treated as gods. And yes, they brought “technology” to the struggling and emerging human race. And a promise that this race would be capable of so much, despite the rigors of what their gods called evolution, and despite the inevitable catastrophes of a violent, but living planet.
How had they come, it was always asked? But in the genesis of this civilization, lacking a written record, it was never fully understood by the struggling and newly emerging citizens. The people of this world were found to be accepting and embracing of their appointed leaders. They wielded no harsh material power over them by force; each province was given a “spiritual” leader and a sacred name and symbol (called a mandala). The leader was said to be an Enlightened One, capable of communing with the Princes (the High Beings of the Universe) who resided in their Temples deep in the North Mountains of Karakoram, or appeared and disappeared as they pleased. These leaders brought material to the people to teach them the arts of agriculture, animal husbandry, astrology and observations of the heavens; mathematics, written language and most especially the sacred power of musical arts were greatly enhanced.
At this point in time few could remember the history of how, they had brought “technologies,” as they called these new powers. These simple but powerful tools were used to harness the powers of the earth and to build the great stone-block temples and buildings that had now stood for centuries. These tools and powers were not technology, synthesizing chemicals and metals and burning fuels to generate power; not the mechanical arts, but they were tools all the same, techniques used to harmoniously amplify the natural forces of the earth. It was said that the buildings had been put in place long ago, when these beings could harness magnetic properties that the earth generated, to move large objects. They directed and produced unusual edifices and devices to harness earth’s currents of wind, water and vibrations of the earth; tools used for cutting, mining and building structures.
To the south, down the great Indus River stretching out to the sunny plains, and eventually winding through a desert and pouring out to the sea, the Princes spread their language, techniques and tools for building boats and providing farming in suitable areas. The people there thrived with these tools to become fishermen and farmers, eventually building villages and abandoning the nomadic way of life that had been there only subsistence for thousands of years. The language now diversified yet was unified by similar characters, so that the spiritual leaders used what today is similar to Sanskrit, and the people of the southern plains and the northern mountains could mingle and share their “works”. Importantly, they transcended writing on clay tablets, now developing a process of making parchment that they wrote on in mineral inks. This pleased the Princes. Now they could spread their knowledge and understanding of their spiritual world; in a sense, bring to these simple people, this world’s first religion.
The people looked up to the “High Beings of the Universe” in the remote mountain temples of the north. Here they meditated on the Source of Life and guided the people, issuing edicts to the Enlightened Ones in each province. It was learned, the most important center of power was in a place they had come to call “Chambhala” the great Portal Temple, where the “Princes” had their ring of Fire & Power. From here, it was passed down through the Ages that they had a portal, a sort of fiery tunnel to make one’s way through the ancient Serpent Sapati’s coils of Time and Place. Yet no human could ever find it alone, unless guided by an Enlightened One, for it was not a physical object, although it had a physical locale in the sacred Temple of Chambhala. This place was a seat of power, one of many in our Universe, a winding door to the Godhead. Only the collective, purified will of all the “High Beings” could sustain enough energy to open it. It was used to save what they called the “Remnant.” But when the destruction of this 6th Great World Cycle began, bringing to a declining end this phase of the Creator’s civilization, then The Princes were instructed by the “Great Light” to save something of this stage for the next, brought on by the inevitable changes of the Earth below and the Heavens above.
The Prophecy
n that ancient land, stood the most magnificent palace by the Seventh Treasure, the famed plateau shrine of the Four Winds along the River of Seven Treasures. There the silver trees shimmered in the wind, tossing their glossy surfaces to reveal opaque undersides that shone a dull white, yet now with just a fringe of gold.
“Oh grandfath..., I mean Master. Master! Wait along that lake road! I have seen the temple of Chambhala this very day! Yes, there at the forest temple, an altar of sticks and stones and a ring of fire, but the Princes were gone.”
“Huh, Chaitya! Come here foolish boy. What an imagination you have! You have not seen the Temple of Chambhala. It is far towards those whitening mountains in the north. Besides, only a Master may take you there... when the Princes so desire of course,” said the old man, his balding head, banded by graying long hair, shining golden in the afternoon sun slanting over the thin blue lake stretching off to the south. The freshening breeze kicked up a dusty whirl along River Road. A few villagers passed by leading their Dumbras straddled with supply bags. They were a domesticated tiny horse-like animal, with a stringy coat of thin hair. The old man waved and greeted a few cheerfully, they too so happy to see him out walking.
The old man gently scolded the thin but sturdily built boy of perhaps seven to nine years: “I ordered you to spend your mornings studying your mathematics and astrology lessons from Belithzar! I do not wish to deny you recreation, but when you go out, take your music lessons along and practice. Did you do any of these things Chaitya?”
The energetic youngster dashed up, skipping, kicking up a few stones and more dust along the road. “I’ve at least exercised, Master. See, I’ve ran all the way from the forest temple.”
“Running is natural to a boy. But you do not do your yoga. You cannot sit still so long. I’m disappointed you do not have your fishing pole with you,” the Master said longingly looking south along the lakeshore.
“So, you’ve been up to that ruined hermitage again? And now you’re dreaming it is Chambhala. Silly for a boy who should be learning all he can. Harmless, I suppose. But you are wasting precious time. Harassing monkeys, reading adventure stories. Did you bring your music? You’ll find no special relics there. The “Ring of Fire” and the “Travel-Portal” are meta-powers to attain by spiritual study. As I’ve said, if you’d only meditate more instead of day-dreaming, you’ll not only attain the object of your studies easily, but you’ll please me. Someday, I’ll take you to the Chambhala Temple,” he firmly but gently took the boy’s hand. “If you will study today! Besides, the next time you go, bring the monkeys some nuts.”
....Chapter One continued under "short stories"
c. 2007 Michael A. Guy, all rights reserved
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