He almost certainly helped arrange for Pythagoras to take his studies or visit Zoroaster, and spend much time learning few secrets he unlocked at Great Pyramid. Those secrets include healing attributed to Therapeutae that modern Dead Sea Scrolls and other research indicates was taught at Qumran. I believe Commarius tutor of Cleopatra may also have taught Jesus some of this art along with Simon Magus and other Gaedhils who had a long tradition of studies since time of Isis in Egypt. Abaris is translated as ‘Rabbi’ amongst people who developed sacerdotal code called Hebrew.

I have dealt with these healing and other arts in other volumes, but I would also suggest it is possible Abaris was in charge of whole Keltoi education system. I suggest this because he arrived to meet Pythagoras on recorded instance, when Pythagoras had already done much of his work. That would make Abaris a truly amazing character because Keltoi were still a major influence in whole world and had what we might call universities or Ashrams throughout it. Hecateus was born in a position to take a prominent priesthood of Basilidae. He turned honor over to someone who needed it but his knowledge seems very Druidic as well. I continue to research Basilian Father’s origins and suspect they (like Nestorians) are part of Judaeo/ Christian/Islamic elite working together to keep majority in a state they are able to use to their own benefit. Who needs states or nations when you have corporate entities that work behind scenes as well as religions?

Salvatore had a family too. He understood. He understood loyalty just like he understood that Grand Avenue Social Club didn’t necessarily have to be located on Grand Avenue.

Wolfowitz hits button again. Harder this time. More annoyed at that damn country song. Some kind of hillbilly thing keeps wafting up through his window. Wolfowitz and Joey Clown hear:

When I was just a baby. My Mama told me son Always be a good boy Don’t ever play with guns But I shot a man in Reno Just to watch him die, When I hear that whistle blowing’ I hang my head and cry.

Wolfowitz decides to clean mess up himself. Reaches down to scoop up a handful of desk drawer junk and cuts himself on business end of a staple remover at exact same moment that Joey Clown draws blood on concrete reaching for his coffee. Both men bring middle fingers of their right hand up to their faces. Two middle fingers raised proudly at world. Tiny pricks of blood at tip of each. From behind those two fingers, one in carpeted office of World Bank in Chicago, one on a stoop on west side of Chicago; Johnny Cash sings:

I bet there’s rich folks eatin In a fancy dining car They’re probably drinkin coffee And smoking big cigars, But I know I had it comin, I know I can’t be free, But those people keep a moving And that’s what tortures me.

Wolfowitz and Joey Clown both think. “Ah, no big deal.” Joey wipes blood on his pants. Wolfowitz takes out an embroidered handkerchief, then throws it in leather trash basket when he’s done.

Wolfowitz has a busy day. Calendar is jammed. Somebody wants to get in to see him? They got to wait at least a month. Unless it’s Mr. Rove or Don or one of boys. Joey? He might play some cards later on. Not so busy. Busy hiding in plain sight maybe. Wolfowitz knows he can’t be holding meetings in this place with some damn country rock and roll song coming in through window. Wolfowitz gets up to shut his window at exact same time Joey finishes thumbing thru his Sun Times looking for stories about himself. Joey now up on his feet too. He goes inside just as Wolfowitz shuts tight his window.

And what do you know? Both men now shut up inside. And they can STILL hear Johnny Cash sing:

Well if they freed me from this prison If this railroad car was mine I’d guess I’d move out over Farther down line Far from Folsom Prison That’s where I want to stay, And I’d let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away.

Blow my blues away.

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