Breaking Mayan Code

"The genetic instructions for making a person take up less than 21/2 centimetres of 1.8-metre-long strand of DNA that's stuffed inside virtually every cell in body, according to new findings. Most of rest of human genome is filled with weird life-like entities that have settled in genome like squatters, among them microscopic bits of foreign DNA {Gardner says some is Anunnaki or alien DNA, and that blank parts exist for more programming.} that live like parasites on human DNA and even smaller bits that sponge off those parasites. Although scientists have known that such critters existed in human genome, only now have they been able to see how many there really are, how they are distributed among people's genes, and how these complex communities evolved inside cells of human ancestors over millions of years…

'We've called human genome book of life, but it's really three books,' said Francis Collins, director of National Human Genome Research Institute in Bethesda, Md., and a chief of human genome project. 'It's a history book. It's a shop manual and a parts list. And' it's a textbook of medicine more profoundly detailed than ever.’...

In a moment, another, smaller group of Yamabushi arrived and were ceremoniously challenged at entrance by two Yamabushi guardians. In a kind of Noh play dialogue...the newcomers, through their leader, were asked meaning of term Yamabushi and reason for each of elements of costume. The replies were given with great force - as though an actual battle were taking place {It is my opinion that much ancient art and frescoes showing battles are of this nature and that many battles were avoided by use of such display of force.}, and in end, when they had proven themselves, new group was admitted to sit with rest, after ceremonially circumambulating pyre.

A little Yamabushi now got up, with a long bow and a sheaf of arrows, and at each of comers pretended to shoot an arrow into air. {Were comers aligned with points on a compass like sabbat rituals, with their fires surrounding?}

Next, another Yamabushi got up with a sword, and, after praying before pyre, waved it at pyre and returned to his seat. The abbot stood before pyre and read a sutra from a piece of paper which was tucked into pyre. And then stage was set for great event.

It began with two Yamabushi bearing long, flaming faggots, one at either side of pyre, reaching in, low, and setting pyre aflame. (Biblio and notes: 'Campbell wrote in his journal: 'It is most remarkable that in Goma fire sacrifice that we were about to witness, elements of Brahminical Soma sacrifice, as well as of much later Tantric Buddhism of great medieval period were synthesized, and colored, moreover, with tincture of Shinto. Hanging around sacred area were strings bearing jagged paper offerings characteristic of Shinto--not white, but colored.')

It went up with a great belch of smoke, which billowed heavily to left (our left) and completely engulfed Yamabushi. Since I was taking pictures, I was glad that the; breeze leaned in that direction—{Smoke is easily moved and Yamabushi were so gracious that they made it possible for him to see and take photos, too.} though air seemed, actually quite still. Rather soon, that side of area cleared and smoke curved around back of pyre and over to right, and then, rapidly, it engulfed our part of area: remaining, however, only for a moment, it was, presently, back where it had been at start {Where Yamabushi would imbue their energy through smoke to fire and then logs, perhaps.}. It was a terrific mass of smoke, full of sparks and blazing fragments, and when it came around our way again {Picking up energy of four primary forces at cardinal grid points.} it burned a couple of neat little holes in my blue Dacron suit--which has been my chief suit throughout this journey. There was a great chant in progress that reminded me more of noise of Navajos than anything I've ever heard {And he traveled widely as a scholar observing with an open mind spiritual and rich cultural heritage shared in similar ways throughout every region of world.}, and general atmosphere was a bit exciting. One of young men inside area came over and said something to Haru, who then pointed out to me a Yamabushi who was sitting about eight feet off my starboard bow. 'That's one,' he said, 'who is making smoke go round.' I looked, and suddenly realized what I was witnessing. The chant was filling all air. The smoke, definitely, was circulating in clockwise direction (Joseph illustrates this with a rightward pointing swastika in his journal {The swastika is adapted by Gurdjieff from a Tibetan symbol and mandala of great antiquity.}): and this Yamabushi, with an attendant beside him, sitting on his shins, was moving his hands, pushing, conjuring, and pulling, like a cowboy turning a steer with a rope--only rope couldn't be seen. I was so surprised I felt a sudden thump inside me, and I began taking photos of this little man, like mad. Four Yamabushi with water scoops, meanwhile, were dipping water onto sides of fire--ostensibly to keep flames under control, but perhaps also to give a bit of mechanical assistance to magic.