Tales of the Duat (Quantum League)

While pearing into the duat with binoculor vision seeking with the eye as one would with the hand, resting the body as if preparing for the coming day at ease and in comfort. The sences stilled, the vision having a fixed sight, semelessly transitioning into "sleep state" and instantly awakening at "the there" where ever there was. Navigating a vessel, getting you "sea legs". tripping falling wait where Im I and who the hell are you. Pardon the interuption, I was on my way to my tommorrow and happened upon your now. duat los foley quantum

When A Pillar Is Broken (by Carlos Thompson)

When A Pillar Is Broken by Carlos Thompson In ancient times there was no less a lack of concern for security and the protection of sacred items than as today, no lack of the spirit of reverence for sacred knowledge than we find today, with the large knowledge divide similar to todays technilogical divide between people and classes in acient times there may have been even more a need for the preservation of the accuired knowledge of the past, to this end perhaps none were as apt a securing, preserving and protecting than those responsible for the building of the structures that would serve the purpose of protection and securing. Those minds that were charged with such a task must have known all to well the ends which the profain would go to uncover and take possession of such items that might be called relics today; those relics, power items, ancient scrolls etc., that if we think about the it, in many cases were not all that ancient at the time of securing. This brings me to the idea that rests upon my mind as a weight ever present and the strain which it bares upon my neck and shoulders as well as those like me to the extent that we view one another as FAM. When we view with great interest the ruins of temples of great learning in the past and subsequent ruins that lay about such sites more times than not we are compelled to look upon those pillars with still stand, hollowed as they may be. In the rush for those in oppisition to lay waste to such sacred places leaving them in a state seeming perpetual decay or ruin, it is as though the pillars were left as a testiment to the distruction of such sacred places which housed in many cases the most sacred knowledge and artificies man has ever conveted. It is in those hollowed pillars that those master sages of old deposited their most sacred and secret ideas for the benifit of man. It is the breaking of the pillars and the falling of the same, that reveal the secrets hidden within those hollowed pillars thought to be empty that in many cases gave the world access to information before not accessible to those in the shadow of such towering temples and intitutions. thus those who know mourn the passing of the elders into the realm of the ancestors and the destruction of the temples, while at the same time preserving the pillars that still stand after gathering even the gravel which we know to be sacred repositories containing the imprint of all those who walked the halls which that gravel onced formed. Ashe Carlos Thompson. Ashe Institute onelove