Chapter 2:11 © The Rebellion – rho

NGC 1097: Spiral Galaxy with a Central Eye

Credit: NASA, JPL-Caltech, SINGS Team (SSC)

Explanation: What's happening at the center of spiral galaxy NGC 1097? No one is sure, but it likely involves a supermassive black hole. Matter falling in from a bar of stars and gas across the center is likely being heated by an extremely energetic region surrounding the central black hole. From afar, the entire central region appears in the above false-color infrared image as a mysterious eye. Near the left edge and seen in blue, a smaller companion galaxy is wrapped in the spectacular spiral arms of the large spiral, lit in pink by glowing dust. Currently about 40 thousand light-years from the larger galaxy's center, the gravity of the companion galaxy appears to be reshaping the larger galaxy as it is slowly being destroyed itself. NGC 1097 is located about 50 million light years away toward the constellation of the furnace (Fornax).

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         A forty foot square lined within the specifications and by midday the base of the tower stood marked with stones on the bank of the River Styx. Meanwhile, other crews are hauling down timber the sizes of ten to fifteen foot wooden beams and the larger are more like telephone poles in length and circumference.  

         Like Stone Hill to the west there was a place to the south that had a forest for lumber that if needed could be cut to form. Again, like Stone Hill the forest trees cut one day appeared the next as if they had not been cut. The widespread theory was that Persephone had blessed these two places with her resting presence at one time while trying to escape the indeterminable affliction of her husband Hades. The story told is that her mother Demeter, the goddess of fertility, while following her daughter, had double blessed Stone Hill and Forest Plentiful for allowing her daughter sufficient rest and repose nearby.

The Dead therefore were fortunate enough to be close by to take advantage of a situation that had happened long before the Dead had arrived. In fact, some believed that it was Demeter who had initially directed their genetic Mother Eve to this Sacred Place. Others had another, sadder such story and as such called this Place of the Dead the Sacred Prison instead.

Looking back at this from modern times both stories of Stone Hill and Forest Plentiful are considered jokes. In fact, their theology, the study of God and God’s relationship with the Greeks of those days is scorned in the twenty-first century as chapters of allegorical and childish stories about Greek gods and goddesses and their relationships with human beings.

Time, culture, education and belief systems make a world of difference in engaging mirror-like story-telling motifs. What would happen if you survived death and the afterlife was just as you imagined it would be? Then what? That doesn’t sound very productive to me. All that evolution up to where the beings have a conscious/unconscious mind that can ‘cross over’ and that’s it?

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         This is the Supervisor and I have a short relevant story here. Once there was but ONE but now there are MANY-in-ONE and MANY MORE and still there is ONE. To make the story relevant the reader supplies the applicable antecedent.

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         All stories have a humor about them, some however becomes settled in like dirt in a grave. The mind is built to come up with something, thus it does. The story is buried and later resurrected as something new, which it isn’t. The story isn’t new because the human mind that has the fiction built in isn’t new. Minds are stuff dreams are made of.

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         Hera stood mature and resolute by the small fountain spring in front of her home on Olympus. She stared out beyond three universes that lay like water ponds in her sight.

        
She stood in mind as in a library as do all the gods on Olympus, which is among other things not spoken, a library of souls, a spiritual DNA script of Passion before Life, the Essence of UnconsciousanConsciousness, the seed, the ring, the system. A catalogue, if you Will, of Creation in its bud.

         Hera whispered, “Athena.”

         As in the time before a blink of the eye is first considered, Athena appears the most determined and mindset protector. A warrior guardian who would stand twice the stature of Hera if she dared. Hera’s three water pond universes stretched out across the green mother field were as three small puddles to Athena. It is she that carries the Trumpet of Conclusions to eventually be blown and heard silently reverberating across and through All-that-Is in Reality and Imagination alike.

         From a long jump down to the human perspective the universe seen and unseen is but the center of the dark pupil in the eye of this, the most intelligent and wisest of the Olympians who first sprang a fully mature warrior guardian from the splitting headache of the great and mighty Zeus and sadly leaving him a little less gifted than he was before. Rumor has it that she once had Wings as no Messenger who ever flew from any PLACE but she drew them and plucked them out whole as two great swordsanshields and shoved them into the deepest and mightiest of her Guardian Heart for added strength were she to ever need it.

         What sense would this description make to an ancient Greek? Or any wide-eyed human of those days, be they dead or alive? What sense does it mean to the modern reader? Very little, I imagine. Why? Because this is a story beyond orthodox belief even though reason is the center of it and reason will carry it through.