The Unit (part 2) Sacred Geometry
It's now been several weeks since that incident and my documentation continues. I am filled with paranoia and my wife and I haven't spoken in what
seems like an eternity. Night after night she leaves at precisely 3 am, and night after night I hear her next door screaming for help. The first few
times I tried to intercede, beacon her out, convince her not to go, but every time I fail. I know what I am hearing isn't in my head, I know that it
is real, but who do I tell? Who can I call? 3 nights ago I heard her singing, I couldn't recall at the time what the name of the song was, but it
later came to me. It was the 'Consecration Hymnal'
Since Jesus gave His life for me,
Should I not give Him mine?
I'm consecrated, Lord, to Thee,
I shall be wholly Thine.
My life, O Lord, I give to Thee,
My talents, time, and all;
I'll serve Thee, Lord, Thine own to be,
I'll hear Thy faintest call.
I care not where my Lord directs,
His purpose I'll fulfill;
I know He everyone protects
who does His holy will.
Though He may call across the sea,
With Jesus I will go;
and tell the lost of love so free,
Till all His power may know.
My home and friends are dear to me,
Yet He is dearer still;
In my affections first He'll be,
And first His righteous will.
My all, O Lord, to Thee I'll give,
Accept it as Thine own;
For Thee alone I'll ever live,
My heart shall be Thy throne.
For those who don't know, my wife is Jewish, and I have no idea where she would have learned this.
A few days ago I woke up to get ready for work and she was lying in bed (which is normal now, she sleeps most of the day into the afternoon and no
longer works) and entered the bathroom. Written in red lipstick on the mirror was this image.
I've seen this model before, and (although this is not the actual figure she drew, it is what she intended to draw) it shook me to my very soul.
This is what is called a 'Circumscribed Tetrahedron' (inside you will find the Golden Mean or the Golden Ratio),
I ran into the bedroom and shook her awake. "What is this?" "My art?" she said. "I had a dream…. And it looked like that. It's
The Unit (Part 3)
It is only now that I realize that I must be dreaming. Only in nightmares are you this helpless, only in the most profound dream do you feel this
utterly alone and scared. With that, I grab her face and cradle it in my hands, I look into her eyes and beg her to explain to me the significance of
the Golden Ratio (truthfully, I purposely did not ask her about the tetrahedral pyramid because at the time I couldn't remember what it was called).
"What has compelled you to leave this house every single night? Why are you obsessed with that place? And why is the Golden Ratio written in
lipstick on our mirror?" I asked.
She slyly smiled and rolled to her side, "It is the key." "The key? The key to what?" I asked. She began to look annoyed, "The key to you,
the key to me, it is everything that you can and cannot see. You see it begins with Pi, which is much, much more than a simple set of numbers. If
you square Pi than you get a number exactly 1 greater than Pi. All of the plants on this planet grow based on this principal. When you divide Pi into
1 you get a number exactly 1 less than Pi. Take the square root of 5 add one then divide by 2 and you again have Pi. When you graph these numbers
out, as I have done for you in hopes that you simple mind can comprehend, you have the beautiful Golden Ratio. And, if you stopped to look around
you, you would find it everywhere. The Egyptians knew it, look at the The Giza Necropolis that stands on the Giza Plateau."
"What does this have to do with anything?" I asked, but before I could redirect the conversation she leapt from the bed suddenly and grabbed my
hand. Her fingernails dug deep into my wrist.
"LOOK" she screamed, "LOOK AT YOUR FINGER PRINTS! Look at seashells, galaxies, and our solar system! The average of the mean orbital distances
of each successive planet expressed in relation to the one before it closely approximates Phi! It's in our damn DNA!".
"This is not random, this is the language spoken by God and he is speaking to me in that room." I absolutely froze, I could not move. I could see
that she believed what she was saying to be true. She fell to her knees and began to cry.
"It is my God telling me to come home…" she wept. "It is in the music, it is the trees, it's, it's all around us." She then looked directly
at me, suddenly feeling excited but with tears still streaming from her eyes. "Can you hear it now?" She asked.
"No, I don't hear anything" I replied.
"But, what about the pyramid? What does that have to do with this?".
"That is my vehicle" she said.
With that, she pulled herself up from the floor and ran out the front door. I tried to give chase but it felt as if I were running in tar. I
struggled to get to the front door. As I reached the door my heart stopped. I watched my lovely wife, my soul mate, my reason for being, plummet 4
floors to the cold concrete below. I screamed but only heard silence.
…and then I awoke with a shiver.
[edit on 3-1-2009 by TheDarkHorse]
[edit on 3-1-2009 by TheDarkHorse]