Disk of the World

Constellation ArgoStar SiriusGreat PyramidMinoan GuardsPyramid Geometry
Phaistos Disk Solution = Hidden Patterns     Solution Strategy = Matching Pictographs Connected

Page 12 - THE LOVERS

Dear Claire:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

We had a wonderful Christmas, and it sounds as if you did, too. My friend Tony gave Jessie the Fisher Price Marching Band. When she unwrapped the present and opened the box and found a band helmet and a drum, I thought, "Well, this won't be so bad." But then, you take the top off the drum and there is the rest of the band: cymbals, flute, mariachis, and glockenspiel. And it all attaches to the outside of the drum. What a rig. It was retaliation for all the years that I bought Shasta microphones and noisy toys. The whole time Jessie is serenading us, I was plotting my revenge. I've come up with some pretty good ideas, the meanest of which is to buy Shasta a real clarinet. With lessons. Tony has started a war.

Jessie also got some great shoes from Santa, which she picked out herself. They're hot pink, high-top, cat-head tennis shoes with Tweety Bird embroidered on the side and "That's all, folks" on the soles. She insisted on wearing them out of the shoe store and was in danger of running into something all day as she walked along admiring her feet. (A friend of mine once left a shoe store that way and, while staring down at her feet, ran her head into a parking meter hard enough to rattle the change. I always wondered if that wasn't what was wrong with her.) Jessie also got a shoulder bag that is pink trimmed in aqua with a shooting star on the flap.

Jessie is taking a nap after a hard day of cooking and cleaning the Party Kitchen and riding Neena and drawing on the easel and driving around in the car and too many other things involving too many other toys to enumerate.

What a great Christmas present I bought myself! Tam had an old bridle and breastplate with the only real conchos I've ever seen. Twenty-two on the breastplate and seventeen on the headstall and everything that buckled had the Lone Ranger style belt buckle and belt guard and tip. I dreamed about them one night last week and interpreted it to mean to go buy them from Tam for far more money than I can afford. Trigger never had a rig like this. Santa brought presents for all the animals, even Emil, who received a gift from Mrs. Santa even as she was was threatening to throw him out into the cold (about 84 degrees).

But it was really cold last night. By really cold I guess I mean 50. It just seems so much colder down here. The awful thing about south Florida is that it never gets cold enough for jackets, and I love winter clothes better than summer clothes. Moore's coat is getting thick. It is already thicker than it was this time last year, and he is worse in a fur coat. Horses are wilder in cold weather. I have never been thrown in short sleeves.

Last night, Jessie and I went out for a wonderful steak dinner at an unusual restaurant. The appetizer was a bucket of roasted peanuts. I liked what you did with the empty shells--you threw them on the floor. Jessie ate so much I thought I was going to have to stand her in a cool stream.

I should be vacuuming but Jessie is now awake and watching Clyde Crashcup, and Gumby is next, followed by Beetlejuice, the cartoon, so I guess there just isn't any time for such tiresome and trivial pursuits. Perhaps I will just go read the last few pages of Body of Truth by David Lindsey, a novel about modern day Guatemala. That is one scary little place you can cross off your list when you tour Central America, no matter what Mayan ruins may be there and no matter what Lord Pacal says. Tell him the neighborhood has gone downhill since he was there.

Isn't it time for you to come see us? Not meaning to be flip, but if you can find your way to the Pleiades, you can find your way to Naples, Florida. Jessie is growing so fast that if you stay away for too long, you'll miss several inches. I think you should just pack up the computer, the invisible entourage, the books and whatever, and come on. We have good libraries here and I know you will be able to find something here that you can't find there. Jessie keeps asking, "When is Care coming to see us?" There's fruit here just waiting for you to pick. The oranges are ripe, the navels are much more plentiful than they were last year, and the grapefruit are dragging the branches down to the ground.

By the way, I loved your description of people being either alive or dead, depending on their residence and point of reference. My Dad, who was bald and overweight, divided people into those he liked and those he didn't like, according to their hair and weight. He said there were only two kinds of people he didn't like, people with long hair and real skinny people. I personally have always divided the world into two categories, the people who love me and the crazy people.

Did I tell you we have a new dog? Another one of my rescues. Otis is a Catahoula Leopard Dog, a breed once used to hunt leopards but now used as a cow dog. They were very good at their first job, and I'm told they're excellent at herding cows, but Sarah, the cow, herds Otis, the cow-herd, all over the place. Of course, Sarah is something of a disappointment in the disposition department and she pretty well chases everything around here. She runs amazingly fast to be so fat, and I think it is a very good thing that she does not have horns, since she runs up behind Moore and butt-kicks him while I am riding him. Moore doesn't seem to notice the hateful things his adoptive cow-child does to him. Anyway, Otis has a very short, fine coat which does not shed, and he is the color of a mud puddle with black spots and he has a thin, whippet-like tail. Molly Heel, overeating because she is convinced that with additional dogs she will surely starve, is so fat that if she belonged to PT Barnum, he would be exhibiting her as a rare Legged Harp Seal. Mr. Moore is his same charming self. He tries to train at least one of the dogs a day. So far he has taught both Molly and Hooch not to walk behind him, and he is laying for Otis.

Kris brought over her nine baby guineas for me to keep in the brooder until they get big enough to be outside. Her husband seemed really pleased; she just got a jackass, too. All that braying and squawking must not rest easy on his ear.

Just before Christmas, I bought Jessie the Palomino named Neena that she fell in love with. ("Ooooo, what a beautiful horsie!" she said over and over.) Neena has been ridden only by children and stops and waits if the child drops the reins or if anything odd happens. She is a veteran of horse shows, and just after New Year's Jessie rode her in one. She won a ribbon for riding Neena from one end of the arena to the other as fast as she could. (Thankfully, it isn't nearly as fast as Jessie thinks it is. Fast is when Moore gallops.)

Jessie and Neena and their little friends are so cute riding off together, and what a wonderful influence they've begun to have on Mr. Moore. He stamps his feet, snorts, and bucks a little if those little girls and their well-behaved horsies leave him behind. Miracle of miracles, Moore is beginning to conform.

Jessie told me today that the family of one of her little friends at pre-school was told to move to Tennessee. When I asked her who told them to move, she said, "Her mother's psychic told them to move." Unbelievable! Jessie is watching Maya the Bee on Nick, so I guess I had better go and get her some French Toast started. Mother's work is never done. Write soon.


Dear Carol:

Just a quick letter to let you know my partners and I are on our way to see you. My partners are a lot of noisy houseguests who take up no room at all, and you need not cook for them. I eat on their behalf. You've heard of eating for two? I eat for twenty, at least. The partners are complete beings, having all the qualities we normally associate with a human body but which really belong to the soul. Although it seems contrary to all we know and believe, sense perception is centered in the soul, not the body. Remembering the spell I cast, it seems so long ago, it looks like I got everything I asked for, all the extra sensory perception and even the boyfriends. Well, I only asked for one, but life is bountiful!

I enter the temple.
I unlock the invisible doors to the spirit world.
I enter that world of metaphor and myth.
Since time began, esoteric knowledge has been held just for me.
All that was hidden is no longer hidden
But is now brought forth into my understanding.

I begin to know all the secrets of the Spirit World.
I see with spirit eyes.
I hear with spirit ears.
I feel with spirit feelings.

When my partners first became manifest in my plane of reality, I tasted sweet ambrosia. When they touch me, I feel the pleasant caress. When they ring the astral bells, I hear the beautiful, resonant sound. When they release the lovely scent of Spring flowers into the room, I smell the aroma. When they float across the room as gossamer clouds, my eyes follow them. Through sense perception, my partners and I bridge the great gulf of dissimilarity of form.

When I was last at the library, I found "Ancash-Tica," a beautiful Inca poem. It is very special for my partners and me. When we first read the poem, my partner caressed my cheek and then tapped for me to cut a card. It was The Lovers. On the card, a physical man and a spirit woman hold each other close, like Tristan and Isolde, despite the sword that separates them. They are happy in love because they have bridged the Limit, the absolute and impossible dimension between their planes of existence. Here is their poem:


Upon a mountain bleak and bare,
Within a cleft among the stones,
A flower grew.
A flower delicate and rare.
A flower blue.

Above it gleamed the snowfield white
Below it yawned a precipice.
But where it stood,
The sunshine fell with grateful warmth
A golden flood.

A condor soaring in the clouds
Gazed down and saw the flower there.
He thought a fleck
Of sky had fallen to the earth,
So blue the speck.

A butterfly on weary wings
Dropped down to find the flower blue,
He could not miss
Her upturned face awaiting him
Begging his kiss.

A gorgeous hummingbird flashed past,
With jeweled throat and flaming crest.
He saw the blue.
Swiftly he darted to her side.
Her love to woo.

A buzzing bee, all black and gold,
Searching for honey far and wide,
Espied her there.
He plundered down the sweets to rob
From lips so fair.

A herder, searching for his flock
His llamas that had strayed away,
He plucked the flower from her stem
How sad her lot!

A maiden fair with starry eyes
Greeted the herder with a kiss
Her lover true,
When he returned and gave to her
The flower blue.

Blue for the symbol of our love
He said, and gently laid the bloom,
Upon her breast.
Far from its home amid the rock
It came to rest.

"May God dwell in your camp, may Spirit protect your gates, and may the mind of divinity protect the walls." (The Teachings of Silvanus, 2nd c. CE, Alexandria, Egypt)


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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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

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










Disk of the World