Seven Point Eight The First Chronicle - By Marie A. Harbon Page 0,112

round, something amazing loomed into view. The pyramids filled my vision, but they weren’t the semi-ruins I expected, they were encased in polished limestone and reflected the light of the sun.

Watching the people enter the pyramid through a hitherto unknown entrance, I followed them in this lucid dream state. Some unidentifiable light source lit the corridors, and the people made their way to a chamber within the pyramid, where one person lay down. A brief ceremony ensued, which I didn’t understand, and everyone left except for the person on their back.

A few moments later, I became aware of a steady hum, some kind of ultra-low frequency which was inaudible, but it caused my bodyto tingle. The hum appeared to resonate throughout the chamber, and seemed to be channelled into the walls themselves. I sensed everything vibrating, as if the rock molecules jiggled and oscillated.

The tingling drew me away, although I didn’t travel anywhere, I sensed more of an adjustment in my vision. Shapes seemed to move around the room and ooze out of the walls, then they became more corporeal. Many of them seemed to resemble Egyptian Gods, for they had human bodies and animal heads, while some were simply serpents, both winged and wingless varieties.

It occurred to me that the pyramid, in this lucid dream, acted as some sort of resonator. I longed to know the workings of this, because of the relationship to my own research. Was this the reason for my dream? Although I spoke no words, the beings, or Gods heard my thoughts and one serpent turned towards me.

“You want to understand this machine,” it said.

I’d never considered the pyramid to be a machine before, but it wasn’t the main issue.

“Yes, I think this is the answer to my problem.”

“And what is your problem?” the serpent asked.

“I’m using a resonant frequency of 7.8 to push consciousness towards the stars, but it isn’t working.”

The serpent seemed amused.

“Yes, you have found the ancient number. But life does not resonate at one frequency alone.”

“I have to overlay another signal?” I proposed.

“Yes, you need to find the harmonics. 7.8 is always the foundation, but it is the harmonics that change the experience.”

“And that will have the desired result?”

The serpent pondered the question, but didn’t affirm or contradict him.

“Look at the machine you find yourself in, you must understand its fundamentals, and the results of these principles.”

“And the results are?”

The serpent remained patient.

“The use of the primeval number and the harmonics creates the field necessary to walk with us. You are looking at The First Time.”

“The First Time mankind walked with you, and spoke with you?”

“Yes, this was always meant to be.”

“What is the purpose of this contact?” I continued.

The serpent seemed glad I’d asked this.

“Mankind contacts us to learn, but there are many other beings in the cosmos besides us.”

“What did mankind learn from you?”

“Anything it desired. Each form of life has its own knowledge and secrets: of the workings of the universe, the purpose of their existence, or more practical matters such as medicine and technology. Mankind learned to a great extent in this way, although the consequences of the use of this knowledge are mankind’s only to experience. We do not discriminate, those who walk and speak with us are free to ask any question but mankind has free will, we do not control whether the knowledge is used for good or evil, it is not our nature to intervene. It has always has been, and always will be this way.”

“Was there ever a Second Time?”

The serpent moved closer to me.

“Not in your past, but in the life of the universe, there will be many cycles of progress and devolution.”

“I want to initiate the Second Time,” I declared, eager to access this knowledge.

“Then you must build a machine.”

“It’s as simple as that?”

“It is simple to start something, it is not so simple to continue and accept the outcome of your actions,” the serpent answered.

“I must do this,” I insisted.

“Then you must build a machine.”

“How?”

“Look at the machine that you stand inside. That is why you are here.”

The serpent turned away and diffused into the walls, leaving me alone, yet enthused. Although the serpent had gone, I realised that the answers were here, I just needed to find them myself.

Moving around the machine, I sought the source of the resonance and allowed my gut feeling to lead me there. I found an immensely tall gallery, which was stacked floor to ceiling with columns of bowls. These bowls were responsible