Imhotep’s Secret ... Update

 Imhotep’s Secret ... Update

[Mystery in a Mystery]

Editor's Note: Since this stunning revelation was first published in 2015 new discoveries have come to light. If you are familiar with the original article, you will instantly recognize how "come to light" is a pun; but, maybe the hoped for key to a mystery deeper than even the pyramids themselves.

Entered in blue ink to distinguish new entries is the revised article which hopefully will fill in some of the blanks and answer many of your questions. 

Read on ...

Meet Imhotep, the designer of the very first pyramid. He was also a master of medicine. A great public official. High priest. Arguably, the very best of the ancient world. In modern terms, The Shizz.

Still the question we all want answered is just how they made the pyramids. Perhaps what will unfold here will point to the answer. Or, perhaps, when you read on and enter the hidden away secret ... more questions? 

It may be the stuff of the kind of higher knowledge the ancients took with them to their graves. Or, to wherever a civilization goes when their development and technology enable them to exercise the option to transcend this dimensional world. 

Some insight from Nisargadatta Maharaj: The world had all the time to get better, yet it did not. What hope is there for the future? Of course, there have been and will be periods of harmony and peace, when sattva was in ascendance, but things get destroyed by their own perfection. A perfect society is necessarily static and, therefore, it stagnates and decays. From the summit all roads lead downwards. Societies are like people — they are born, they grow to some point of relative perfection and then decay and die.

As you contemplate that sculpture of a seated Imhotep, surely it becomes apparent the great man himself embodied the very core principles to which the enduring pyramids stand in mute testament. Write your own words. It will be a list of the very best of human aspirations and virtues. And, a long one.

Not to go into to much detail, just to point out that Gravity has its rules. It behooves us to observe its dictates in our building architecture and in the makeup of our own bodies.

Imhotep. There’s more to it. A rare story. A secret. Something so startling and fantastic you will think it is made up. So that you don’t lose sleep over it, or unnecessarily trouble yourself wondering about the implications of such things … yes, let’s say it is just a story.

So the story goes.

Inside that very first pyramid of Imhotep dated to the 27^th Century BC is a secret room. Until recently, the very existence of such a room was itself a secret.

This just in: In actual fact the existence of the room was spelled out right there for all to see at the main entrance to that pyramid. Just, though, only recently have the etched in stone proto-glyphic"scribbles" been deciphered. 

"100 cubits straight ahead, right for 6 cubits, right again for 23 cubits, left for 36 cubits, up for 79 cubits, turn right ... there you are. 

Where? It'll be a surprise!" 

Reads rather cute, we thought. But, something may have been lost in translation.

Inside that room is a single object. One solid piece of Lapis Lazuli. And, of only the purest form and quality. As blue as the midnight sky. Only without even a speck of sparkling golden Pyrite. Amazing for any sized specimen, only this one measuring 3 meters along its length.

It could be described as approximating the attenuated shape of the human form. A perfectly rounded base, graduating to a slender pillar suggesting of legs, then a torso, and a perfectly round head. Three meters, and carved in its entirety with unique glyphs which have no correlates to any known forms of writing. 

Each inscribed glyph is inlaid flush to the stone with pure gold and surrounded by an inlaid gold rectangle. All of it perfectly smooth to the surface of the stone itself. 

At the very top of the head and the very bottom of the round base, 16 glyphs are arranged into circular pie wedges.

There is some conjecture the glyphs may represent the known range of human postures. Sort of a graphic statement of human physical motive potential. Perhaps. But, now, only for someone to decode the information.

The room — a sealed vault, really — which guards this immeasurably precious object is itself completely inaccessible. There's no passageway leading to a sealed entrance. Nothing. Not even a tiny portal(s) for viewing. We can imagine they needed a way in to construct the thing in the first place. How come, there's no way out? A mystery compounded in more mystery. Unknowable. For now, anyway.

So you are wondering by now, if the dern thing is all sealed up and all, how come you can know so much about it. Not very much detail to go into really; a hint: Akashic Records. Then, you might ask, how to access that treasure trove repository of all things, all times? Well, that's for us to know, and you to find out. So, enough of your silly questions. Read on ...

That chamber is measured symmetrical to surround the Lapis figure with 3 meters of clearance at the top, and at all four sides. If there were a chance to look inside and bring light into that eternally dark space, the walls are as smooth and reflective as mirrors, the dimensions of the room proportioned perfectly to view every part of that Lapis and gold monolith from any angle and position in the room.

Those walls, as are the ceiling above and floor beneath, lined entirely of the purest jade. Transparent as glass, deeply green and mirror smooth. In squares exactly 10 centimeters to the side, and 1 millimeter thick. Each set and backed with gold surrounds. All flush to a glass-like precision.

The rational mind must by now be asking … why? For what purpose? This particular room with its content presents an enigma even more inscrutable than the pyramid form itself in which it is encased.

One supposes the speculation and implications about this mystery and its meaning would be as varied as is human motivation. Archaeologists would salivate over the prospect of such a career making discovery. Museum curators or collectors of antiquities would be covetous. The more crass pecuniary types would see a once in a lifetime pay day. The vain, jewelry. The merely curious, a sight seeing side trip. The mystic — the True Mystic, anyway — might hear of it and turn back inward and not give it another thought. The artist, certainly a wealth of inspiration. The designer and engineer would smile in simple recognition of the central tenet of all sound construction: Balance in obvious observance of the dictates of the Law of Gravity.

The decision to seal that chamber must've taken into account such human factors. For the truly insightful, the fact that it is forever sealed in itself communicates everything. As they say, this is one bone buried deep so the dogs won't get at it.

Truth be told, and most amazing of all, that perfect figure stands balanced at only the precise center of its vertical axis. Stop and contemplate that. It stands, literally, on a dime! Even, if that. Moving, if at all, perhaps only in sub-microscopic variances in harmony with the movements of the Earth. 

Nothing for support save the exquisite symmetrical and level proportions of its own composition. Even the density of the ground substance Lapis Lazuli must be homogeneous to ensure such perfect equipoise. To say nothing of the incalculable logarithmic calculus encoded into those glyphs; what with the thousands of them each uniquely different, and with each a different portion of gem substance excised, along with the corresponding, and also unique weights of the gold fills. One can only now imagine how such infinitesimal precision could only be possible in such a completely sealed environment; the least hint of air flow — maybe even a glimmer of light — would insult the ineffable grace and ease.

And, of course, the ponderous stability of the pyramid itself. Words fail. Stand next to it. And, know.

There's more to this balance business. It's not just the simple observance of the action of Gravity within the thing itself. Turns out that the pyramid which houses this mystery is positioned smack dab at the intersection of Earth's principal ley lines and in perfect alignment with the planetary movements coordinated by the point of the pyramid just touching the North Star at the exact birthday day date of Imhotep himself as seen when looking straight up the southeast corner of the pyramid from exactly the the height measured from the calculation of the square root of the length of the circumference at its base multiplied times its height; maybe plus or minus a millimeter or so.

So here we have the secret to the pyramid itself? Or, a clue. Somewhere in its core, supposedly at its very center of its core, this minutely balanced figure … holding everything in place. So fragile a thing, really. Yet, perhaps also so strong. Powerful enough even, maybe to hold the Universe together?

So it goes.