MINOAN FERRIES ON THE AEGEAN IN THE MEDITERRANEAN BRONZE AGE TAKING ASTRONOMY TOURS TO THE GREAT PYRAMID
Disk of the World

Constellation ArgoStar SiriusGreat PyramidMinoan GuardsPyramid Geometry
Phaistos Disk Solution = Hidden Patterns     Solution Strategy = Matching Pictographs Connected
PHAISTOS DISK INSPIRED AUTOBIOGRAPHY
HEAVENLY PARTNERS
THE MYSTICAL MARRIAGE OF THE PHYSICAL WITH THE SPIRITUAL

Page 1 - HOW I WROTE THIS BOOK

Heavenly Partners At the time I found the Phaistos Disk in a book and began to research the Minoan civilization, I was also beginning to explore more deeply my interest in the metaphysical and had begun reading Tarot cards. But I was not aware what a dynamic combination this could be, the attempt to reach deeper into the subconscious mind via a psycho-activating device like Tarot cards while at the same time trying to gain information about a lost civilization in a time before written history via another psycho-activating device, the Phaistos Disk. Trying to access impossible-to-acquire information about lost civilizations is like exploring the subconscious mind of history. So, these two activities parallel each other in a microcosm-macrocosm kind of way, and in metaphysical lingo it's called spiritual alignment.

While I was at the library looking for more information about the metaphysical processes of opening up the subconscious mind, I was seeking information about this in books about ancient Egypt, the god Horus, the antediluvian world, the Bronze Age world of Minoan Crete, the ancient world of the Maya, the lost world of Atlantis, and any other worlds I could think of that were considered lost. It did not occur to me that if I attempted these two things at the same time that something remarkable might happen, that I might activate memories that perhaps were mine and maybe they were not, and it might be difficult to know the difference.

Lightbody NetworkPythagoreansWhen you have a memory you naturally assume it is your own personal memory, but I was also reading Carl Jung, who wrote extensively about the collective unconscious, and I was reading books about Kabala, about the Tree of Life and about Neshima Consciousness (left, Lightbody Network showing a Tree of Life with original oversoul and individual souls incarnating from it and sharing collective memories). I suppose that combination was what it took to open the portals to the old worlds and to future worlds, as well. I kept a journal of the events that occurred as a result of my alchemically mixing these dynamic components together in the alembic of myself. (right) The distillation of many new realities began. This autobiographical book is my journal, written in the epistolary genre as letters to Carol.


THE ROOT DOCTOR

March 1
Atlanta, Georgia

Dear Carol:

How strange life can be! Sometimes the good is really bad and the bad is really good. And half the time, you don't know which is which. I guess the key is just to gain the experience of each and then make up your mind later. A bad thing just happened, but it's turning out good. My old car was stolen, and my car salesman brother is finding me a nice new one. I tried to tell him what kind of new car I wanted but he interrupted and said, "I know what you want. You want a $10,000 used car for $2,000." Yep, that's what I want!

Now, here's the strange thing. If I had a car I would be playing Bridge, but it's lucky that I'm not because I would have missed the phone call from Susan. She's a friend of mine and one of my Bridge partners. There was nothing special about that phone call but the odd thing was, I had the feeling that something important was going to happen but that it depended on my catching her phone call. Have you ever had that feeling, that one event is entirely linked to another event and then to another? It isn't something I can define but just a feeling.

Susan just came home from Hong Kong where she has lived the last four years. She moved there with her husband John. He works for IBM (I've Been Moved :). She tells interesting stories about the place! In Hong Kong, she opened to the spirit world and became fascinated with Feng Shui, the Chinese Art of Placement. She's trying it out in her home as she unpacks. She has some idea that putting certain things in certain places assists the flow of chi (spiritual energy) through her home. As soon as she finishes with this, which may take a while considering she bought half of Hong Kong, we have some Bridge games planned. If I can get to the games, that is. No doubt, some great and divine being determined it was time for me to be without wheels and the places they take you.

Oh, and I meant to tell you, I bought a book called Tarot Spells. It is filled with beautiful affirmations that the author calls spells. They aren't the kind of spells we've ever heard of but I guess one woman's spell is another woman's prayer or something like that. Anyhow, I'm hoping they will help me improve my strange luck. I bought a deck of Tarot cards to go with the book. Do you know anything about Tarot? I think it's pronounced either Taro or Tarot.

From what I'm learning, Tarot is a deck of 78 picture cards, used mostly as fortune telling cards. According to another book I have, the cards show an ancient philosophy. Each card is supposed to show a different part of the philosophy and is supposed to impart a spiritual insight. Supposedly, I can use Tarot to analyze a problem I might be having or help out with something negative in my life. I like them because they're based on playing cards, and that really appeals to me. I'm going to use the cards and the spells to see if I can upgrade my life.

And riddle me this, oh wise one! What does a tireless card player do when stuck at home with no car? She runs an ad in a magazine to read Tarot cards for free over the phone. That ought to be a hoot, don't you think? Car or no car, I will play some kind of cards! Oh, and you should see where they put my ad. What a laugh! It's between two root doctors' ads! Let's see what happens. What's up with you, lately? Write soon.




Naples, Florida

Dear Claire:

What in the world is a root doctor? I take it that it is not a urologist.

Tarot, Claire? Will wonders never cease? I never knew you could read them. I never knew anyone who could read them. There's a deck around here somewhere that I don't know how I came by or even if they are all here. And how do you read Tarot cards? Do you take a Tarot course or do you just pick them up and start guessing?

I don't mean to sound glib and unbelieving. In fact, I have always wanted to have my fortune told, but I got off to a bad start with fortune-tellers back in high school. Remember when I went to one with Ricky Johnston after you broke his heart? He was desperate to get you back. The fortune-teller relieved him of some of his money and told him that if he bought her a certain expensive sweater that she wanted, she would be able to work enough magic for him to get you back. That was when I realized he was a fool and I began to see why you dropped him in the first place. But you might be able to work the sweater scam or a variation of it into your routine: "If you will bring me those ruby earrings from Neiman Marcus, I know it will increase my power to alter your fate." I also think you should wear a turban like the one Johnny Carson wore as the Great Karnak.

So, you have a friend just come back from China. If you're interested in China, read Clavell. He writes about Feng Shui and the dragon's breath. It's a marvel to me that you have a Master's degree in English but have never read Clavell. And I am thrilled that you finally have a phone. An excellent investment! Not having a phone because you don't want to hear it ring is not a good reason not to have a phone. All you have to do is attach an answering machine to it and then turn off the ringer.

You never did say how you are enjoying learning Windows PC? Did the addition of windows make it any more interesting? I am pea green with envy that you know all that new computer stuff and word processing software. You don't love words any better than I do. I have often thought about taking a computer course just so I could get into the 20th century, so to e-speak. I have a friend who is a court reporter. I could never perform that job properly. There would be times when I would be unable to keep my mouth shut and type.

Jessie is growing like a weed, but she's not tall enough yet to reach the videotapes. I finally realized I needed to rearrange her burgeoning tape collection so it is all housed in a drawer she can reach. Now, we no longer have to go through, "What do you want to watch?" where I have to name off all 14 and let her decide. Who would have thought a 3-year-old would require so many videocassettes? Today we have watched The Wescuers, Wobin Hood, and Jungey Book. And she just brought me Wescuers Down Unner.

I shouldn't complain. Once, when she was younger, the TV went out and I read Brer Rabbit and the Tarbaby six times in one day, and if I hadn't been such a bad mother, I would have read it six more. I wanted to read Peter Rabbit, but Jessie wouldn't listen because the illustrations weren't as eye-catching. I couldn't explain to her that they were the originals. As unpatriotic as this may sound, comparing Joel Chandler Harris to Beatrix Potter is like comparing Danielle Steele to Amy Tan. You can bet Jessie was glad to get her TV back, and so was I. It was essential to her potty training as she was quite willing to sit there until gravity took over as long as something interesting was on the TV. When she was potty training, I was going to set the timer so I could remember to let her try to potty every hour or so, but I got afraid that I would have her conditioned like Pavlov's dog, and every time an elevator dinged, she would wet her panties. So many choices and I may not know for 20 years which ones were wrong.

And, oh, the continuing woes of a cat lover! That hateful Kitty Emil just spilled a quart of iced tea on my bookcase and all over my cookbooks. If I could catch him I would wring his neck. A couple of weeks ago I caught Jessie chasing Kitty Emil and thrashing him with my belt, but after finding one of my eel skin boots cat-mauled past recognition or ever wearing again, I was loathe to make her stop. I would tell you how much I paid for those boots 10 years go, but I would have to stop typing and go throw up.

Because of the incident with the boots, and other such incidences, Kitty Emil and Sandra Dee have been de-clawed one week today. Kitty Emil was his usual hateful self. I had to load him up in the box to bring him home because nobody at the vet's office would touch him or the box. Patty said he acted like the cat from Pet Sematary and that I have a career waiting for me at Ringling Brothers as a cat handler. Dr. Starbuck told me I could take Emil's Droncit home with me and give it to him myself because he was so mean. And I said, "Oh, he's nothing but hiss. Besides, now he doesn't even have any claws." That was when she held up her mangled hand and said, "Yeah, well, he didn't have any claws this morning, either." So far, Emil has never seen a vet but once than I have to find another vet. I wish he wouldn't be so bad. I really like these vets. They've always been good about sending home the medicine without seeing the animal. If they had known about little Kitty Emil, they would probably have sent me home the stuff to de-claw him with.

With which to de-claw him? It was a great literary faux pas to declare that sentences can't end in prepositions like they're supposed to. It is one of the most perverted rules I can think of. Real people speak the way they're the most comfortable with. I have decided that the person who invented it is the reincarnation of the person who decided that Chinese women were sexier with their feet deformed and crippled from binding up. It just goes to show the atrocities humans and grammarians are capable of. The rule binds only the writers, and not even all of them. "It is an ancient Mariner, and he stoppeth one of three."

Speaking of not-very-ancient mariners, my good friend Wade died of leukemia. I miss him so much. I'm sure the crew of his ocean-going barge misses him, too. Now they have Don as their pilot. They were safer when Wade was the pilot. Wade said he had to be sleeping to be able to stand it when Don drove the barge. He said he knew Don too well and that whenever he saw Don at the helm, his eyes played tricks on him so that he saw Daffy Duck instead. But in all fairness to Don, when the Tampa-St. Pete Bridge collapsed after the ship hit it, and when the rush hour drivers were plummeting to their deaths, it was Don who positioned the barge against the bridge and held it in place. Without Don, the entire bridge would have collapsed. Daffy Duck saved the lives of maybe 100 people.

Losing Wade is almost too much to bear. He was born in Rum Gully, South Carolina, and grew up in Savannah, Georgia. The nicest thing he ever said about Savannah was that it was situated directly over one of the vents of Hell. I lived there for years. It wasn't that bad. It was good-bad, like you said. Or bad-good, however you look at it. And it is a beautiful place. That's where I met Wade.

Just before he died, he was in pain and taking Valium and chasing it with brandy. I don't think it was strong enough to kill the pain, but Wade didn't want to take anything stronger. He said he didn't want to lose focus. One day, after taking Valium and drinking brandy, he invited me out to eat at an Italian restaurant. The next day, when he opened his wallet, he saw his American Express card had fettuccini wrapped all around it, and he couldn't remember how it got there. Wade's hair was falling out because of the chemo. He said it looked exactly like someone had used a burning rope to give him a hair cut. He said that when he lost all his hair, he intended to have his scalp tattooed in black finger waves. Wade never lost his sense of humor, even though he lost his life. A few years ago he spent far too much money for a set of four Dali prints. Wonderful prints, the Alice in Wonderland series. Alice appears to be holding a jump rope but Wade always swore it was a whip! The dumbest thing I ever did was not buy a page out of a Dali sketchbook for $450 in 1980. It was Don Quixote on Rocinante in a rearing position, with Quixote wielding his sword with both hands. Done mostly in cyclonic downward spirals. If there are any brown spatters on this paper, it is because I tried to gnaw off my thumb in remorse.

Did brother Bill find a $10,000 car for $2,000? Even a $6,000 car for $2,000 would be acceptable. When you get your new car, you should immediately start planning a trip to south Florida. In the meantime, let me know how things progress in your anything-but-dull existence. Write soon.



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Page 1 - How I Wrote This Book | The Root Doctor
Page 2 - A Spell is Cast | The Voodoo Priestess | Psychic Healing
Page 3 - Sudden Death | A Hole in the Wall | Crystal Woman
     Spirit Tunnel
Page 4 - The Seance | The Light
Page 5 - The Portal | Wings of Love | Bene Ha Elohim
     Lord Pacal and the Maya
Page 6 - Pacal's Bride | Wacah Chan | A Murder was Committed
     The Mysterious Woman | A Swarm of Sparks
Page 7 - The Vortex | Portal in the Cathedral | Guede Cosmo
     The Androgyny | The Philosopher's Stone
Page 8 - Sexual Alchemy | Tantra Yoga | Feng Shui
Page 9 - Keys in the Enochian Language | The River of Life
Page 10 - The Number Four | The Phaistos Disk
     The Star of David
Page 11 - Sacred Indian Ground | Spirit Possession
     Rules of Congaylia | The Heaven Plane
Page 12 - The Lovers | Ancash-Tica
Page 13 - Searchable Index | Bibliography


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PHAISTOS DISK
SIDES 1 AND 2
1600 BCE, Crete
Phaistos Disk
Phaistos Disk My exact tracing
of the Phaistos Disk
with pictographs color coded
Phaistos Disk
Phaistos Disk
Overlap the two sides at the matching line segments
Phaistos Disk
My exact tracing
of the Phaistos Disk, pictographs removed
Phaistos Disk Infinity
My exact tracing
of the Phaistos Disk with pictographs
Phaistos Disk
Phaistos Disk
PHAISTOS DISK
PUZZLE SOLUTION
MINOAN WAVE SPIRAL
AND FIGURE 8 SHIELD

The artist(s) of the disk puzzle populated the spirals with pictographs as place holders for the hidden large pictographs (patterns), revealed when the matching pictographs are connected with lines, as in connecting points with lines in geometry and stars with lines in astronomy to produce constellations.

Phaistos Disk, Constellation Argo
Phaistos Disk, Pentagram, Heptagram
Phaistos Disk, Geometry
Phaistos Disk, Interior Great Pyramid
Phaistos Disk, Sacred Cave
Phaistos Disk, Right Triangle
Phaistos Disk, Great Pyramid Geometry
Phaistos Disk, Great Pyramid Geometry
Phaistos Disk, Cone
Phaistos Disk, Inverted Pyramid
Phaistos Disk, Inverted Pyramid
Phaistos Disk, Octahedron

PHAISTOS DISK SOLUTION BY CLAIRE GRACE WATSON, B.A., M.S.T.


PHAISTOS DISK

BRIDGING THE WORLDS

FANTASY INTERVIEW WITH SIR ARTHUR EVANS

MINOAN WORLD ON A DISK

PHOTO TOUR OF CRETE

NAME OF THE FISH-GOD

COLLAGE ART

STORE

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