“The nagual who lost heaven..”
Category: Magic
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“The Seventh Ray of Ceremonial Order or Magic
Special Virtues:
Strength, perseverance, courage, courtesy, extreme care in details, self-reliance.
Vices of Ray:
Formalism, bigotry, pride, narrowness, superficial judgments, self-opinion over-indulged.
Virtues to be acquired:
Realization of unity, wide-mindedness, tolerance, humility, gentleness and love.
This is the ceremonial ray, the ray which makes a man delight in “all things done decently and in order,” and according to rule and precedent. It is the ray of the high priest and the court chamberlain, of the soldier who is a born genius in organization, of the ideal commissary general who will dress and feed the troops in the best possible way. It is the ray of the perfect nurse for the sick, careful in the smallest detail, though sometimes too much inclined to disregard the patients idiosyncrasies and to try and grind them in the iron mill of routine.
It is the ray of form, of the perfect sculptor, who sees and produces ideal beauty, of the designer of beautiful forms and patterns of any sort; but such a man would not be successful as a painter unless his influencing ray were the fourth. The combination of four with seven would make the very highest type of artist, form and color being both in excelsis. The literary work of the seventh ray man would be remarkable for its ultra-polished style, and such a writer would think far more of the manner than of the matter in his work but would always be fluent both in writing and speech. The seventh ray man will often be sectarian. He will delight in fixed ceremonials and observances, in great processions and shows, in reviews of troops and warships, in genealogical trees, and in rules of precedence.”
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As I may have mentioned before my personality ray is ray seven. If you look closely you will be able to see the influence in the blog content.
The incoming ray is this ray ceremonial order or magic. Inherent in this is a major challenge for humanity, which so often is disorganised and in disarray. Winging it, is not seventh ray. The seventh ray may be précised as “the ray of having your shit together”. This is a long way from higgledy-piggledy and in some ways anti-hippie but in other ways it is the ray, par excellence, of natural rhythm. Everything should be in synch and on time with natural law and rhythm.
Yes, ritual traditional magic, craft, and mantra are a part, but only a small one.
Organisation, vivification, and energising are what proper order brings. An organism needs to organise and carry out its given physical plane learning. Karma can be thought of as residual “shit” that you have to deal with. Hence in working off your shit you get your shit together, less new karma, debt paid off.
Many people resist being organised and have never experienced the slick and the smooth of all cogs working in unison. People who are self-obsessed are separative and do not view themselves as part of the holistic whole. ME is a luddite spanner in the works. It causes discordance and discord, dis-chord, the sound jars.
The challenge of the incoming ray is to eradicate this notion of self and alchemize it into the holistic-whole, or ONE. The one humanity.
To say to a sloppy ill disciplined person, who is fond of the weird and the whacky, that they need to have their shit together is to ask for resistance.
“Hey man, that is not New Age!”
“Yes, it is! Get a haircut and pull up your trousers. You need to focus and stop being so dissipated!”
If one meanders and only cherry picks the easy fruit off the tree of teaching, then one will not taste the golden apples higher up the tree, which need more and continued effort to attain. Many choose only those teachings that are strap-on to normal life. Few want radical change. One could say people want to keep their cherry pie and eat it.
The seventh ray is also the ray of constant evolution and application. This is because Synthesis takes new learning and incorporates it with the knowledge heretofore garnered. Knowledge is never complete, because of constant synthesis one could say that knowing is a present participle synonym of evolving, knowledge relates to evolution. True knowledge cannot ever be concrete and finished.
Synthesis is an antithesis of Idealism and Devotion, the departing sixth ray. Sixth ray separates, cleaves and divides, seventh ray heals, stitches the rent wounds of division and stirs its synthetic pot of alchemy in search of the new.
The seventh ray is unlike the division with which our current world is so very badly scarred!!
It is time to synthesise and not cleave, the synthetic cauldron of inspiration must overcome the axe of cleavage.
As part of the dream work up. It is my suspicion that the two young witches were “witches” from the South. A1 and A2 might be Men of Action…
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This is an extensive dreaming sequence whereby I woke up and then went back to sleep, re-entering the same dream.
I arrive at a middle size country mansion constructed in red bricks. There is a temporary car park roped of at a distance to the mansion and signage saying “Magic Fayre” pointing along the drive towards the mansion. The gardens are immaculate and it is a fine summer’s day. Many of the people are dressed for an English country garden party. I walk along to the entrance and wait in line.
When it is my turn to enter the gentleman on the door gives me a red plastic circular token with the number 16 printed upon it in raised yellow lettering. He says that I am getting a kind of VIP pass. All the other guests have pale yellow tokens with numbers starting at 200.
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I go in and there are various exhibition style booths. At the first one there are two young women. Their stand is called “Modern Witchcraft”. On the stand there are examples of handicrafts and immaculate calligraphy. The two women are dressed in very smart stylish outfits without a trace of goth. They tell me that they are white witches and want to bring witchcraft into the 21st century. They are tired of the skanky image of witches and want to smarten it up. They say that the lost of art of spell calligraphy needs to be reborn and brought up to an impeccable level. I comment that I fully support what they are doing, the image needs to change. They beam with joy.
On the next stand there is a woman with long dark hair selling exotic candles of all shapes and sizes. Several of them are alight and the aroma is spiced and not unpleasant and manufactured like that of Yankee candles. It seems the woman has manged to make candles smell like exotic incense. I take the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and extinguish one candle between them. I am left with a light blue drop of oily liquid on my thumb. The drop is perfectly shaped. The woman claps her hands and says, “bravo”. She asks me to manually pleasure her which I do quietly beneath her table. She is wearing brown bikini bottoms which I push to one side.
I decide that I need to go back outside. There are a few people sat on the large stones which demarcate the drive. I find an empty one and take out an herbal marijuana joint which I spark up. A1 a man arrives and looks surprised to see me doing this. We chat briefly. The organiser of the event wearing a trilby and a beige suit comes over. He says that smoking weed is not allowed. I apologise. He says that I owe him a “sitting” in the basement if I can hack it. I agree to try.
I go back int the building and arrive at some demonstration area. There is a large head in a glass tank. The head is very much alive and the fluid which surrounds it is pulsating. He asks me to sit down on a chair at a distance from him and we tune into each other a little. Then he sends various articles towards me using telekinesis. The idea is that I must catch the objects with my hands. I manage to catch about 80% of the things he sends at me. The ones that I drop are all made of plastic. He notes this and thinks it funny that I cannot feel the plastic, whereas glass, metal and wood are easy for me to “pick up”. He is really happy and a sparkle appears in his one eye which is facing me.
He says to me in a booming telepathic voice, “you need to work with groups.”
I move on to the stairs and down into the basement. There is a well lit library there with light wooden shelving and several librarians. I know this library to be a library of white magic. I ask one of the librarians where to go for my “sitting”. She motions me to an armoured door in the corner of the room, in which there is a small glass window. She asks me to please close the door behind me until the “sitting” is over.
I go over to the door open it and walk through. I get my bearings and I am in a whitewashed medieval style cellar. I go back to the door close it and sit cross legged in the middle of the room. It very dark and quiet. The only light comes from the small window in the door. I start to meditate and close my eyes sinking into the darkness. Slowly a glowing rod of light appears. It is about 30cm long and less than 1cm wide. It is slowly alternating from white through pink to red and through pink back to white. I know that I cannot pick it up with my hands. So, I elevate it and bring it within my Anja centre. I absorb it and understand that I now have to radiate it out into the room. I do this for a fair time radiating a pinkish light into the otherwise dark cellar. I am aware that the librarians can see the pulsing glow. When I leave the room, the librarians are smiling I have fulfilled my task.
I come to
Next, I am outside the mansion again it is later towards the end of the afternoon. I am outside with A2 also a man. We are standing near a rucksack on the floor. He says that he is changing his ways and is going to participate in a practise called Yeshe*-lam. I ask his if him if he knows what Yeshe means. He admits that he does not. I keep quiet. For some reason he is trying to impress me.
We go into the Magic Fayre. Several of the sands are closing up. At the back there is a table with three men in business suits going over some paperwork. I go over to ask them what they are doing. One of them says that they work for Samsung who have sponsored the event. I see that he has some accounts and joke that he should hide them from A2 who is an accountant. He plays as if to hide them. He asks me what I thought of the event. I say that it was well run, meticulously organised and very good. He comments that he is pleased that their investment has worked.
He says that he is going to work with lama Yeshe. I ask him how long he has been working with Tibetan Buddhism and the Bardo teachings. He comments intermittently. He takes one third of the year sabbatical to do this. He cannot work full on for Samsung and do Bardo at the same time, they do not mix well.
We go back outside to the ruck sack. Out of the corner of my eye I see two giant figures, one a mediaeval king {with crown} and the other some kind of knight they are over five metres tall and the same height as a big water tower. The king is fighting with the knight and is trying to kill him with a sword. They fall over knocking the tower to the ground. I motion to A2 to come with me into a stone built folly. Which he does.
Soon a number of larger figures come into the property. They start to fire arrows at us but I can deflect them with my mind.
I come to.
Next, I am outside my flat in North London. I know it is a bit of a mess. I open the door and on the floor in the corner of the room is sat an Indian “guru” in saffron robes and with long flowing grey hair. He smiles. I apologise for the mess. He says that it is of no import.
A2 turns up and says that he is hungry. I say that I have no food but that there a plenty of restaurants, nearby. I reel off the types of restaurant and we decide to go to a fish restaurant nearby. I say to the “guru” we will be back soon.
After we have eaten, I leave A2 at the restaurant and head back to the flat. When I open the door there is another “Indian” man sat on the floor meditating he is dressed in a 1950’s style suit with a black Muslim cap. He feels serene.
I come to.
I do drift back off but I can’t recall accurately what happens.
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*Yeshe (Tibetan: ཡེ་ཤེས་, Wylie: ye-shes, ZYPY: Yêxê) is a Tibetan term meaning wisdom and is analogous to jnana in Sanskrit.
I have been consulting the I Ching oracle for over three decades on and off. It all started when in a bookshop in Tring and copy of the Wilhelm I Ching “jumped” off a shelf and landed at my feet. I saw it as an omen that I should use the I Ching.
Normally one takes a while to formulate, with care, that which one wishes to consult about. If you ask banal questions like; “When will I meet a tall dark and handsome man?” The I Ching will give a banal if not piss taking answer. If you ask roughly the same question of the oracle over and over it will tell you not to be so impudent. One needs to treat the I Ching with respect because in reading the oracle one changes the future. One cannot unread what one has read. So, the conscious choice of consultation is a future changing event. If you do not like the answer and try to go against the “advice” that is very unwise.
In many cases the I Ching just adds that little bit of clarity, some left field input, to something already at the periphery of intuition.
Sometimes the I Ching will not “let” you ask a question. Whenever this happens it is important to take note. A valid timely question is always easy to hold in the mind’s eye and build intent to the answering. In no way ought one to try to influence the oracle. One can on occasion get a “preview” as the hexagram unfolds.
I have just tried to ask the question:
“Please comment on the unfoldment of 2023 for me…”
As I was asking this question, I had visual images of three people who I believe do not pertain to the light side of the force, one more linked to two of these also not light appeared. There was one other individual who I am unsure as to their orientation with light.
I could not complete the question. The I Ching would not let me. The thought forms of these individuals were obstructing.
One possible interpretation is that the unfoldment of 2023 will in some way involve these beings not exactly aligned with the light.
It is a 7 day in a 7 year so this could be the light jewel guidance at work…
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If only you knew the power of the dark side.
Darth Vader, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
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Luke don’t give in to hate. That leads to the dark side.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
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Once you start down the dark path, forever it will dominate your destiny. Consume you, it will.
Yoda, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
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Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. I sense much fear in you.
Yoda, Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999)
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The dark side clouds everything. Impossible to see, the future it is.
Yoda, Episode II: Attack of the Clones (2002)
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When you look at the dark side, careful you must be. For the dark side looks back.
Yoda, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (2005)
Extracted from “Mabon and the Mysteries of Britain – an exploration of the Mabinogion”
By Caitlin Matthews and published by Arkana (Penguin)
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In the days of Arthur there lived a man called Tegid Foel and his wife Ceridwen. Their daughter Creirwry, was the most beautiful maiden, but their son Morfran (Great Crow) was so ugly that he was nicknamed Afagddu (Utter Darkness). In order to compensate for his appearance, Ceridwen prepared a cauldron of inspiration so that he might be possessed of prophetic insight and secret knowledge. This was distilled from numerous herbs and plants, and the cauldron was to be kept boiling for a year and a day. She set Gwion Bach, son of Gwreang of Llanfair in Powys, to stir it and an old man, Morda, to tend the fire under it. Near the end of the year, three drops flew out of the boiling cauldron and fell on Gwion’s finger. To cool the scald, he put his fingers in his mouth and so received the inspiration intended for Morfran. The cauldron burst in two, since the remainder of its contents were poisonous, the liquor flowed into a stream, and so the horses of Gwyddno Garanhir were poisoned.
Perceiving Ceridwen’s wrath, Gwion fled in the shape of a hare, but Ceridwen followed as a greyhound. He became a fish, she an otter. He turned into a bird, she changed into a hawk; finally he fell from the sky into a pile of wheat, becoming a grain himself, but Ceridwen became a hen and swallowed him. He was born of her womb nine months later. So great was his beauty that she did not kill him, but set him adrift in a coracle on 29th of April.
Gwyddno’s son, Elphin, was a spendthrift courtier in the service of King Maelgwn. His luck and fortunes were so bad that his father allowed him to go and catch the salmon which were annually caught in the weir on May Eve: their value was £100. He saw nothing but a coracle. Opening its leather wrappings, he exclaimed, “Behold the radiant brow” (tal-iesin) – and so the child was named. The child sang to Elphin, consoling him for the loss of the salmon and prophesying that what he had found would be worth far more. When asked who he was, Taliesin sang of his transformations. Elphin’s fortunes improved, and the child was given to his wife to nurse.
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In a lengthy poem Taliesin explained in prophetic and analeptic verse his true nature: he had been existent since the creation of the world, present at all its works; he knew all knowledge; he should be until the end of the world…..
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Taliesin was brought before Maelgwn to sing of the creation. He sang of Adam and Eve, of the Fall, the mystery of Christ’s sacrifice. He sang of the fate of Troy’s descendants, the invasion of the Saxons, the servitude of the Britons, and of their final liberation.
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Deep in the darkening forest
the travelling knave
came upon a clearing,
a clearing and a grave
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There beside a ramshackle hut
a single mossy stone did stand
and written upon it well
cut by a skilled mason’s hand
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Here lies one hand clapping.
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Now sheltering against the storm
the knave did enter the hut forlorn
and as the candle now burned bright
strange things came swift and into sight
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On a lectern carved of finest oak
Their lay a wizard’s velvet cloak
and beneath that mantle rare
lay a tract on all secrets fayre
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A Treatise on the Art of Solitude.
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He ran his fingers o’er the book
with bated breath began to look
easing back the leather bind
a tale before him did unwind
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Sat now in the wizard’s chair
he brushed the rain from out his hair
there he sat in the silence of the storm
to learn of things beyond the norm
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Blessings upon you pilgrim reader.
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Harken close to read my tale
which speaks from beyond the veil
care though for these words will chain
and this shack will be your own domain
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For should you pass beyond this page
then ‘twill be you, who now the sage.
A curse it is for shoulders new
this is my warning given unto you.
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Warnings for you oh pilgrim lost.
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At these words the knave did shiver
he did not want to swim such a river
and so with much a hasty pace
he closed the book away to race
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He ran out the hut and passed the stone
quick and into the fast falling dark
for he did not want always to be alone
best sleep with trees on a bed of bark
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When dawn stretched its welcome arms
he sped off to the village near
there spoke of the strange hut of charms
whilst others heard his song with fear
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Back in the darkened wood
a lonely ghost began to tread
dressed in his magic hood
to lay again his marble bed
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Here lies one hand clapping.
If I understand this correctly this was how the curse of Tutankhamun was referred to by some. There is an example of something being discarded out of hand without any knowledge of the times in which he was interred. Lord Kelvin once said that there was nothing new in science or some such. He was wrong. People state as evidence no written curse was found on the physical plane in or around the Pharaoh’s tomb.
I’ll speculate.
Any powerful curse would be kept secret and mostly oral, for use only amongst the initiated. They would not write something powerful down and set it in stone for all to see. A scribe might indeed write the curse perhaps in menstrual blood or semen based ink upon a papyrus. This with the appropriate ceremony and incantation would be offered to fire and hence air. This is a more likely form of ritual magic. Humanity was more polarised on the astral plane back then and it would be “there” where the work would be done, not with a chisel.
Humanity as it currently “thinks” wants physical evidence preferably which can be measured with an electromagnetism based instrument or a ruler. We accept DNA based proofs which would be considered invalid mumbo jumbo 4000 years ago. Put something into a machine, it does some magic and something counts the DNA sequence. We the plebs accept the words of the high priest biologist scientists in the special garb, with blue nitrile gloves and laboratory spectacles.
People cite the appearance of pyramids in Egypt and in South America as circumstantial evidence of common ancestry, namely Atlantis.
Timaeus
By Plato
Written 360 B.C.E
Translated by Benjamin Jowett
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“Many great and wonderful deeds are recorded of your state in our histories. But one of them exceeds all the rest in greatness and valour. For these histories tell of a mighty power which unprovoked made an expedition against the whole of Europe and Asia, and to which your city put an end. This power came forth out of the Atlantic Ocean, for in those days the Atlantic was navigable; and there was an island situated in front of the straits which are by you called the Pillars of Heracles; the island was larger than Libya and Asia put together, and was the way to other islands, and from these you might pass to the whole of the opposite continent which surrounded the true ocean; for this sea which is within the Straits of Heracles is only a harbour, having a narrow entrance, but that other is a real sea, and the surrounding land may be most truly called a boundless continent. Now in this island of Atlantis there was a great and wonderful empire which had rule over the whole island and several others, and over parts of the continent, and, furthermore, the men of Atlantis had subjected the parts of Libya within the columns of Heracles as far as Egypt, and of Europe as far as Tyrrhenia. This vast power, gathered into one, endeavoured to subdue at a blow our country and yours and the whole of the region within the straits; and then, Solon, your country shone forth, in the excellence of her virtue and strength, among all mankind. She was pre-eminent in courage and military skill, and was the leader of the Hellenes. And when the rest fell off from her, being compelled to stand alone, after having undergone the very extremity of danger, she defeated and triumphed over the invaders, and preserved from slavery those who were not yet subjugated, and generously liberated all the rest of us who dwell within the pillars. But afterwards there occurred violent earthquakes and floods; and in a single day and night of misfortune all your warlike men in a body sank into the earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea. For which reason the sea in those parts is impassable and impenetrable, because there is a shoal of mud in the way; and this was caused by the subsidence of the island.”
Humanity as ever interpolates from its own current knowledge, its own technology. We can build skyscrapers in Dubai with our modern technology. We may assume wooden slides, or trunk “wheels”, A-frames, camels, elephants and people. I am not aware of any convincing simulation of building a pyramid using what we imagine ancient technology to be, nor for Stonehenge either. It does seem that civilisation in England declined after the henge, was reinvigorated by the Romans and then fell back a bit. If people had the “technology” to build Stonehenge or Carnac why did society fail to produce more habitations, why are there not more “buildings”?
Something caused a demise.
Tales can be metaphorical and not dead letter accurate.
There are those who believe that some form of magic was used to assist in the building of these massive structure. A skill which has passed out of the human playbook. People place a lot of faith in written records especially Latin and Greek.
There is a lot of speculation and all guesses come from our own frame of reference. Things can change a lot in a thousand years. Willian the Conqueror would shit a brick if he teleported to the top of the Burj Khalifa which is only five and half times as tall as the Great Pyramid of Giza. We have cranes, satellites and laser cutting…
“He replied:-In the Egyptian Delta, at the head of which the river Nile divides, there is a certain district which is called the district of Sais, and the great city of the district is also called Sais, and is the city from which King Amasis came. The citizens have a deity for their foundress; she is called in the Egyptian tongue Neith, and is asserted by them to be the same whom the Hellenes call Athene; they are great lovers of the Athenians, and say that they are in some way related to them. To this city came Solon, and was received there with great honour; he asked the priests who were most skilful in such matters, about antiquity, and made the discovery that neither he nor any other Hellene knew anything worth mentioning about the times of old. On one occasion, wishing to draw them on to speak of antiquity, he began to tell about the most ancient things in our part of the world-about Phoroneus, who is called “the first man,” and about Niobe; and after the Deluge, of the survival of Deucalion and Pyrrha; and he traced the genealogy of their descendants, and reckoning up the dates, tried to compute how many years ago the events of which he was speaking happened. Thereupon one of the priests, who was of a very great age, said: O Solon, Solon, you Hellenes are never anything but children, and there is not an old man among you. Solon in return asked him what he meant. I mean to say, he replied, that in mind you are all young; there is no old opinion handed down among you by ancient tradition, nor any science which is hoary with age. And I will tell you why. There have been, and will be again, many destructions of mankind arising out of many causes; the greatest have been brought about by the agencies of fire and water, and other lesser ones by innumerable other causes. There is a story, which even you have preserved, that once upon a time Paethon, the son of Helios, having yoked the steeds in his father’s chariot, because he was not able to drive them in the path of his father, burnt up all that was upon the earth, and was himself destroyed by a thunderbolt. Now this has the form of a myth, but really signifies a declination of the bodies moving in the heavens around the earth, and a great conflagration of things upon the earth, which recurs after long intervals; at such times those who live upon the mountains and in dry and lofty places are more liable to destruction than those who dwell by rivers or on the seashore. And from this calamity the Nile, who is our never-failing saviour, delivers and preserves us. When, on the other hand, the gods purge the earth with a deluge of water, the survivors in your country are herdsmen and shepherds who dwell on the mountains, but those who, like you, live in cities are carried by the rivers into the sea. Whereas in this land, neither then nor at any other time, does the water come down from above on the fields, having always a tendency to come up from below; for which reason the traditions preserved here are the most ancient.
The fact is, that wherever the extremity of winter frost or of summer does not prevent, mankind exist, sometimes in greater, sometimes in lesser numbers. And whatever happened either in your country or in ours, or in any other region of which we are informed-if there were any actions noble or great or in any other way remarkable, they have all been written down by us of old, and are preserved in our temples. Whereas just when you and other nations are beginning to be provided with letters and the other requisites of civilized life, after the usual interval, the stream from heaven, like a pestilence, comes pouring down, and leaves only those of you who are destitute of letters and education; and so you have to begin all over again like children, and know nothing of what happened in ancient times, either among us or among yourselves. As for those genealogies of yours which you just now recounted to us, Solon, they are no better than the tales of children. In the first place you remember a single deluge only, but there were many previous ones; in the next place, you do not know that there formerly dwelt in your land the fairest and noblest race of men which ever lived, and that you and your whole city are descended from a small seed or remnant of them which survived. And this was unknown to you, because, for many generations, the survivors of that destruction died, leaving no written word. For there was a time, Solon, before the great deluge of all, when the city which now is Athens was first in war and in every way the best governed of all cities, is said to have performed the noblest deeds and to have had the fairest constitution of any of which tradition tells, under the face of heaven.”
So, Plato speaks of a cyclic loss and gain of knowledge and that not everything gets written down to leave measurable physical plane traces. Knowledge can be passed on in other ways. A martial arts video or guidebook is not the same as bareknuckle one to one learning.
Each epoch thinks it knows best…they are so certain so very adamant.
“I mean to say, he replied, that in mind you are all young; there is no old opinion handed down among you by ancient tradition, nor any science which is hoary with age.”
By Bridget McDermott
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Traou an Dour 
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