11989 Winter
I was looking at the map in my hands. It showed places in $P14, $P3, and several places to the north. The map was a standard road map, with large yellow areas over most of it. All of the places in the center of the map were a wonderful vacation area. I was concerned as i read the map, though. There had been a battle in this area, and there was a national crisis to the south. I was looking on the map to try to figure out what i should do. The country had been divided by the battle, and the central section of this state was one of the areas still free. They called this place a foundry. It was an area to where they could evacuate people from the south. I pictured the events on a news report. The Brazilian terrorists were in New Jersey. Everything in New Jersey was now in a war zone, at the center of the battle. All citizens are being advised to move to the north. My parents were sleeping at $P19, where it was safe. In $P3, the police were roaming the streets, patrolling against the invaders. I heard the announcement from the small blue car in the deserted city streets. It broadcast warnings to the people of the $P3. My house should be under attack. It was in the danger area. I would have to move somewhere to be safe again. I looked at the small television in my grandmother’s dining room. It was showing the scene of the deserted city street. The announcer talked about the foundry. He said that it was a historical idea, one that had been done a long time ago in a similar crisis. I remembered hearing about it before. The problems would come in the small towns near the border. The towns could easily be evacuated, but they were the only things in the area. If they were evacuated, it would leave the southern border of the foundry open. If there were larger cities there, they would make a better defense. The people with the guns would be able to slip through the spaces between the small towns if the towns were evacuated. I remembered that this was also a problem in the old days when the idea was first used. Now, there would also be an added problem of traffic congestion. People trying to escape into the area would be on the roads which went to the small towns, since there were few roads between the towns. This was bad for the people escaping. They would get caught along the border if the invasion moved north. I worried about the large amount of traffic in the small towns. The roads there were not meant to handle so many people, especially since the people coming into the towns were from the large cities to the south. This would be the major problem with the idea of the foundry.
I was in the cellar of my house, but i never knew that there was an exit out back. I looked out the window at the back of the cellar, out into the university court and over the roof of the old shack. The university garden outside was vast. The roof of the shed was old and collapsing. The roof had been covered over with dirt and moss. There was an old door in the cellar which led into the shed. People rarely traveled here. The tunnel in the cellar is old with a dirt floor and dingy cement walls, but it changed into a well defined cement tunnel under the university. The old passage had brown and green wax splattered all over the walls, and there were two mushroom-like things growing in the floor: one green and the other brown. The wax lined the base of the walls and the ceiling. $Z and i moved forward, weapons in our hands. We were exploring this place. The mushrooms started to walk: one after the other. Then there was a door which had not been opened in years. I walked through it. There was much more wax on the other side. It was scattered all over the place. I then heard voices in my head. Something was scary and not right. I tried to open the door to leave, but the handle became stretching strings of black wax. I knew that there were creatures in my mind, and they were talking so intensely. The wax, which was all over the walls and floor, was now red and black. I finally got the door opened and ran into the classroom. I was sitting in the classroom. The old man sitting next to me was making me nervous, so i had to move to another desk. The teacher was giving a test, so i tried not to act too obvious about it. Then the crow started talking from the teacher’s desk. The crow, or raven, looked like a puppet, yet i knew it was a part of me. It started telling of the wax-splattered room. These were all just variations of reality. The raven knows the extent of human existence. It started to change as it talked, explaining the process of reincarnation from one level to another. It said how you could live without dying and still progress the levels. To know what it is to achieve each level. The raven changed into an airplane. To know when each level is reached and surpassed. The airplane changed into a flying machine of great majesty. It was an old sailing ship with wings and a zeppelin over it. To understand what it is to live as one with the universe is to understand the levels of human achievement. So i changed from a jet fighter to a jumbo jet plane. I could move through the surface of the aircraft carrier, disappearing and reappearing in the air. As i flew, i decided that i did not like the shape of the jumbo jet, so i shifted to the shape of a more space-like craft. I flew under the tall white marble bridge which spanned the river. I was flying over the boat. Then i was a man again, flying through the crowded city streets. Everything seemed yellow and brown. I flew, hoping that i could remember everything that could happen. It felt so beautiful and so much like someone else’s book. I flew up a brown stone, and landed on the roof. I was.
I came to the large building this night. Though it was dark, i could see where i was going. The main door of the building was on the end that faced us, surrounded be cubicle sculptures of cement. I was reminded of the college where my mother had worked in the seventies. $Z walked down the right side of the building. I followed him through the darkness. We were careful not to be seen by the guards. I was looking for a way into the building. Ahead of me, i could see $Z running, hunched over as he passed through the lights that shined out the small square windows.
This place was the library, a library like the one in P7. I sat at one of the large wooden tables reading the huge ancient text. This was a magical book, and i read it to discover some of the secrets about the city. The page in front of me told of obelisks. They were important to understanding the concept. The obelisks were just symbols, but they made the lesions in physics easier to understand. I had thought that the obelisk was a representation of the sun’s energy to the ancient Egyptians. I then remembered the story of the Washington Monument. The Masons had had a special ceremony atop the monument to place the special capping pyramid. I wondered whether the pyramid was a power of the sun. The right-hand page of the book had a drawing of a tall thin stone. It did not look well crafted, as though it was made with crude tools. Spirals were drawn around the stone to show the flow of the power. It must have been a crude form of obelisk. The spirals then looked familiar to me. They were similar to the design of the lights in the library where i was sitting. The sixties-style lamp in the center of the table in front of me was shaped like an egg on a pedestal. It was made of white plastic, and had four disc-shaped rings encircling it. The rings were evenly spaced, one over the next. The egg was illuminated from within be a light. The rings on the lamp were separate from each other, but the picture of the rings around the tower, which was in the book, showed that the rings formed a continuous spiral which climbed up the tower. Someone had once told me about the magnetic field lines which spiraled around rock structure. This could be related. This was special information that only a few people knew about. Almost no one else in the world had read about this information. When i looked back to the lamp, it had changed into a large white crystal, standing on the same white plastic pedestal. The luminous rings now hovered in the air around the crystal. This had something to do with the same magnetic waves that the book had described. The magnetic waves produced the light, which was really just a form of magnetic wave itself. The crystal and the rings were an important symbol. They were the original djed. I had to figure this out. Something was strange about the design. The answer had to be in the book.