Many of the freemasons secrets that have been kept for thousands of years, now uncovered., page 2

Originally posted by micpsi
The so-called "math of God" in one of the videos is nothing of the sort. It is not even sacred geometry. The "Flower of Life" is nothing more than a commercial, internet scam. It generates what has been known to generations of mathematicians as "Metatron's cube", which in turn generates the five Platonic solids. But so what? It is the universal mathematical pattern and information about the nature of reality that they embody that counts and this the video does not reveal because its makers were, of course, unaware of it. As some have said, most of the information in these videos has nothing to do with freemasonry but has been plagiarized from other esoteric and mystical traditions.

If you want to see the REAL interface between mysticism, esoteric teachings, science and sacred geometries, study the huge body of research at:
smphillips.8m.com...
There, you will encounter (if you apply enough time and energy to master its challenging material) astoundingevidence for the existence for a master pattern of transcendental design underpinning superstrings, human DNA, the seven musical scales, etc. The research there (never made public before now) will blow your mind away and you will be never the same again for having studied it because you will have glimpsed the Mind of God. Now THAT's what I call TRUE revelation of the ancient spiritual gnosis.

I've yet to peruse the link you provided, but the Flower of Life is a 2 dimensional representation of the tube torus... So yes, it applies to our nature.

I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me? I am the workingman, the inventor, the
maker of the world's food and clothes.

I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons
come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And
then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and
makes me work and give up what I have.
And I forget.

Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red
drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world
say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a
sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.

-Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

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