E un fragment referitor la felul in care au colaborat Uriasii la construirea Marii Piramide.
he awoke, shortly before dawn, he felt as though he had come back
from a long journey. He rose and walked to the wide stone pedestal
where the tiny wooden blocks lay. The day before, he had been able
to assemble the foundations of the pyramid, and so he realized that
many more horizontal and vertical internal walls could be built at
the same time as the external ones, than he had thought at first.
While he was still pondering over this problem, someone tugged at
his clothes. A gnome was standing before him, who hardly reached
his knee. The gnome made him understand that the giants had sent
him to fetch the tall man.
“The ‘four times big’ are already waiting for you!” the little
one said. Then, he looked so important and made such a funny
face that Pyramon gave a loud laugh.
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* Faun.
“Thank you, little dschedjin! Certainly the ‘four times big’
seldom use such a minute messenger as you.”
The gnome nodded seriously. It was the first time he had
received such an honorable task. That is why he wanted Pyramon to
go to the construction site immediately, so that the giants would not
to have to wait any longer. When Pyramon did not leave immediately,
the gnome pulled fiercely at his clothes again, as if he were
attempting to drag the tall man away. Then, he suddenly vanished.
Pyramon went first to the bathhouse to have a refreshing bath.
He took off his clothes and walked down into the wide hollow
stone basin and dived into the crystal clear water. The narrow
watercourse that rose nearby had been deviated to run directly into
the wide bathing basin. The excess water ran out into a narrow
channel that ended at some old fruit trees which formed an oasis in
the stony environment.
When Pyramon returned from his bath, Salum was already
waiting for him in front of the kitchen. He had prepared the first meal
of the day and wanted Pyramon to eat before he left. While Pyramon
had a cup of aromatic tea and ate date bread and cheese, Salum told
him that Timagens had gone to see the workers before sunrise.
“Timagens wants to start setting up the smelting furnaces ( cuptoarele de topire )
immediately so that the workers can begin the production of tools
and utensils. There is a great quantity of red stone.* The old king
took care of this. Among the men who have been admitted there
are several who have worked with it before.”
Pyramon was grateful to Timagens for having quietly taken
over all the preliminary work. Now he could concentrate entirely
on the construction. Timagens was right; tools to work with were
the most important thing now.
Salum would have liked to tell him more news, but Pyramon
made it clear he was in a hurry. The giants were waiting.
When Pyramon arrived at the construction site, he was
surprised to see the huge square of stone block. The day before,
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* Copper.= cupru, arama.
only the corner blocks were in place and today the four base walls
were already standing. He came closer to see how the blocks had
been placed next to each other, because the wall seemed to be made
of a single stone. Only after close examination was he able to detect
where the joints between the stones were. This was possible only
because he knew the exact measurements of the stones.
Pyramon saw how superb the work of the giants was. He
looked around searching for them, since he wanted to show them
how much he appreciated and admired their work. The giants were
watching him from a certain distance away and they were visibly
pleased to see what went on inside him. This member of the human
race was still as a creature of the species was meant to be.
As he did not see the giants, Pyramon walked along one of the
side walls and then further ahead where the finished stone blocks
were piled up. These stone blocks were an enigma to him. They
seemed to have been cut by a knife and not by a tool for breaking
stones. How was it possible? While he was still thinking about
this, one of the giants came; it was Enak, and cut a piece off one of
the nearby stone blocks. In fact, the tool he used looked like a
long, very sharp knife.
The giant put the piece of stone aside and invited Pyramon to
touch the spot that had been cut. He did this, but he immediately
drew his hand back, amazed. The cut surface felt smooth and oily.
But, what surprised him most was the fact that the stone had lost its
normal hardness. It was somehow softer and more flexible. And
Pyramon concluded that in this state the stone mass could of course
be cut very accurately. The enigma had been unraveled.
However, he wanted to be absolutely sure that he was not
wrong, so he punched the stone block. He looked at Enak triumphantly,
showing his uninjured fist. So the stone must be of a
different composition, otherwise he would have hurt himself.
Enak, the giant, nodded his large head contentedly. The
human master builder had received his first lesson about stone
matter. In accordance with the human ways, this teaching would
give the constructor a lot to think about. Enak left, but Pyramon
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could not part from the stone block. He contemplated the
numerous blocks piled up like a mountain. The longer he looked
at the stones, the more he became aware there was something he
had overlooked or not understood correctly. Something that was
important. He pondered on this, but his head did not seem to want
to cooperate.
Before leaving, he hit the stone again with both fists. He
immediately jumped back, with a cry of pain. He had punched the
hard stone and hurt his fists so badly, that blood ran from both
hands. Startled, Pyramon stood there before the stone. How was it
possible? Had he been mistaken before? No, since his hands had
not been injured. He could not understand what had happened, in
fact, he did not know what to think . . .
Suddenly laughter, which sounded more like thundering,
echoed through the air from all sides. Pyramon raised his head at
once. And he could see them. The giants had been watching him
with amusement for a while and were now laughing at him. He
raised his bloody hands to show them that in fact, there was
nothing to laugh about. However, they paid no attention to his
hands. On the contrary, they seemed to be pleased about it.
It was not only the giants who were having a good laugh at his
expense. Suddenly he saw gnomes of the earth and of the stones, as
well as some flute players hopping around and laughing at him.
Even the dschedjins of the wind seemed to laugh at this silly man of
the human race. They were pulling at his clothes in such a way that
he laughed and had to wedge himself between two stone blocks to
escape from them. After a while, they left him alone, and he went
away threatening them playfully with his fists.
He stood beside the wall, looking for the giants. He could not
see them anywhere. Their rumbling laughter could no longer be
heard either. The boisterous joyful little dschedjins also seemed to
have vanished in a moment. There was silence all around him.
Everything was so still that he took fright at a flock of hawks that
flew over him, cawing. He leaped on the wall and began to ponder
over the enigma of the stones.
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Obviously, the giants wanted to call his attention to the
different densities of matter. Otherwise, they would never have
let him hurt his hands.
Pyramon had seen how Enak had lifted up a heavy stone block
and had carried it to another place. How could this be possible?
Enak did not have the same density as the stone. The stone blocks
prepared by the giants for the construction of the pyramid consisted
of a softer kind of matter. He had discovered this with his own
hands. But at the same time, they were as hard as stone. This he had
also experienced with his own fists. Pyramon looked at the back of
his hands. The blood had already dried . . . Soon, there would be
nothing left to see.
The giants wanted him to understand exactly the way they
worked, he pondered further. As the master builder, he had to
cooperate with them “consciously.” Their work ought to be no
secret to him. But no matter how hard he thought about this, he was
unable to find a solution to the puzzle. Perhaps, as had happened so
many times before, he could find the answer during his sleep.
Timagens came to the construction site and stood before the
wall. He was just as surprised as Pyramon was when he first saw
it at dawn.
“It would have taken us several years to do what the giants
start and finish in one night,” he said thoughtfully. “I cannot grasp
how the giants cut the stone blocks in such a smooth, uniform, and
straight way. And it is not a matter of just a couple of stones, but a
whole mountain of them. Several times I stayed here, standing
before them. Sometimes I could hear the clattering and clashing,
so I knew the ‘four times big’ were working. But I could not find
out how they did it.”
Timagens stopped and looked inquisitively at Pyramon.
“In fact you Pyramon, must know the mystery!”
“I have been trying hard to fathom it, but I have not been
successful yet. But I just had my first lesson a short while ago.
Perhaps the answer may come soon.” When Timagens asked
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where he had hurt his hands, he merely smiled and said it had
something to do with the answer to the enigma.
Pyramon had established a work plan whereby he could
begin the construction. By means of the small wooden blocks, he
could show the workers the shape of the several stones used for
the internal construction. The actual measurements of the stones
he would set exactly himself, and keep control of the work.
Because the measurements were extremely important! But he
had to know how many workers he could count on to start. So he
asked Timagens whether he had found out which of the men were
able to see the giants.
“In the construction I want to employ only those workers
who already know the ‘big ones,’ with whom they must work.
Tomorrow, at sunrise, they can present themselves at the construction
site.”
“More than half of the men have offered to do this job just
because they have seen the giants,” answered Timagens.
“Measuring cords should be delivered tomorrow together with
other loads. You are going to need them soon!”
Pyramon had already seen these measuring cords before at the
Healing House and had tested their resistance. They were made
from the fiber of a certain kind of cactus, brought by a mukarrib
from very far away by order of Sunrid.
“The mortar powder will take longer to get,” Timagens asked
him to bear in mind. “Sunrid entrusted this to young Miebis a long
time ago. The caravan he sent should arrive soon with the first load.
We only know one region where this powder can be found. It’s very
far away from here. A long time ago there used to be volcanoes in
that area. But let’s go, Pyramon! Salum has prepared us a fishmeal.
I almost forgot that I only came here to fetch you. The fish are not
from the river, but from a lake. The fisherman who brought them
said that the lake is south of here. And, the water is supposed to be
so clear, that sometimes an undine can be seen in it.”
“A fisherman?” asked Pyramon amused. “So our arrival must
already be known far around here!”
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Half way down, they met Salum. He had prepared the meal
and now he wished to explore the region until sunset. Perhaps he
could find edible roots and leaves, or some other things for his
kitchen. He enjoyed cooking and was glad Sunrid had appointed
him to do this.
Pyramon and Timagens sat down at the massive table in the
kitchen. They were hungry and thirsty. The fried fish and the
unleavened bread that had been placed in two copper plates
smelled invitingly. Salum had also left a basket with fruits and a
jar full of a hot beverage made from herbs and berries. There were
two copper vessels with water to wash their hands in.
People in Akeru had only one hot meal a day, at about three
o’clock in the afternoon. This was the only time they cooked. But
there were many other healthy and substantial things to eat which
required no cooking. For instance, all year round there were always
several kinds of cheese, milk, coconuts and a variety of nuts as well
as a kind of chestnut. The nuts were crushed with raw wheat grains
to form a kind of porridge which was appreciated by people of all
ages. Many fruits were dried and used to prepare fruit bread, which
lasted all year round. They also had plenty of honey to eat.
While Timagens ate, he thought about the warehouse that had
to be built soon, to store the food in. He already had cooks. Three
of the men had volunteered to take over the worker’s kitchen. But,
for the time being, he could not expect much from them, since they
did not have the appropriate brick ovens and the cook-house was
just a thatch made of rush.
As soon as they had finished their meal, Pyramon and
Timagens left the kitchen. Timagens returned to the worker’s
village, whereas Pyramon walked toward the river. After a while,
he came back. The enigma of the stones would not leave him in
peace. He entered his house and sat on a bench before the pedestal
where he had already started a pyramid model.
He began to think about the origin of the mountains and he
remembered a trip he had made years ago with his father. Their
caravan had camped close to a mountain that had already reached
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the age where the decomposition of matter sets in. He was amazed
to see that this rocky massif was not formed just of a single block,
but of countless pieces which had become detached. Full of interest
he contemplated the cracks that criss-crossed the hill and he suddenly
understood why he had always thought every mountain was
made up of just one piece. The giants assembled the stones that
were meant to form a mountain in such a precise way, that the joints
could not be seen. Only when disintegration set in, and the stones
began to crumble and dissolve into the original matter, did it
become clearly visible how the giants had joined and piled up the
stones. The longer he thought about the mountain, the more he
admired the work of the giants. Even during disintegration the
surfaces of the joined stones were clearly smooth and straight.
Pyramon had admired the giants ever since he was a child. But
he had never imagined that, one day, he would work with them.
Noise coming from the kitchen brought him back to the
present. Salum was busy with something outside. He had found
edible tubers and fruit pods which he had never seen before. Now,
he was walking around the kitchen putting things in order. After he
had finished in the kitchen, Salum went to the house and placed on
the table, which was even more massive than the one in the
kitchen, two mugs and a wooden dish with dates, raisins, and
cheese. Then he closed the window openings and went outside.
When Salum left, Pyramon got up. He had been immersed so deep
in thought that he had not even realized it was getting dark. He
went to the bathhouse and had a bath. The grazed skin on his
knuckles was already healing. He hoped he would be able to
unravel the puzzle set by the giants, just as quickly as his hand had
healed. When it got dark, Pyramon lay in bed and fell in a sort of
doze. He heard Timagens come in and get into bed. The cries and
singing of several animals and nocturnal birds still penetrated his
consciousness, but he soon no longer knew what was happening
around him on Earth. His soul had detached itself from his
physical body and was following its own path in the finer
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environment of Earth. He was then conscious only of what was
happening in this other world.
“Pyramon! Pyramon!”
Who had called out his name? In response to this thought, he
heard a prolonged melodious tinkle which seemed to come from
far away. A waft of wind brought clouds of perfume, reminding
him of things in the past. Breathing this marvelous scent deeply, he
heard a laugh right beside him that stunned him with happiness.
Thisbe! Yes, it was Thisbe. She was beside him, so strange
and beautiful, and yet so familiar. As usual, the joy of life she
radiated lent her a special brightness. Pyramon had no chance to
enjoy the happiness of meeting her again, because almost as soon
as he had seen her, she raised her hand, waved to him, and
vanished from his sight.
Then, he saw a tall man’s figure coming slowly toward him.
As he came closer, with each movement he made the two golden
rings that fastened his white headcloth flashed. This stranger
seemed to be coming back from a trip, for he wore a white woolen
mantle, used by all those who made long journeys.
The stranger, who was even taller than Pyramon, seemed
somehow familiar to him. However, his face was partly covered by
his headcloth, so Pyramon was only able to see him fully when the
stranger stood a few steps from him. Suddenly, he recognized the
eyes. Eyes that looked stern, but kind at the same time.
“Sargon, is it really you? Did you come to me? You’re so
young I didn’t recognize you right away!” Pyramon exclaimed,
his eyes shining happily as he contemplated the handsome,
well-proportioned face of the King-Priest.
At this point, Pyramon had not yet realized that exactly the
opposite had happened. Sargon had not come to meet him, but he,
Pyramon, had gone to Sargon’s village, right after his soul had
detached itself from his sleeping physical body. He had been
attracted there unconsciously. There, he had always found the
answers to all of his questions. Now, he also expected to find the
solution to the puzzle presented by the giants.
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“The solution to this enigma is simple,” Sargon said smiling,
when he saw the startled look on Pyramon’s face. “Are you still
surprised about the fact that I know what is happening within you
when I see you?”
Pyramon was amazed, but also very grateful that in spite of
their separation, the King-Priest always knew the questions that
worried him.
“There is a giant over there. Take a good look at him,” said
Sargon, pointing in a certain direction. Pyramon looked in that
direction and watched the giant.
“He seems compact and dense. He reminds me of the stones,”
said Pyramon hesitantly, after a while. “The dschedjins of the
trees, flowers and water do not seem so heavy and dense to me.”
“You’re right, Pyramon. The giants and the earth-gnomes are
denser and heavier than the other dschedjins that live in the finer
environment and exert their influence upon the Earth from there.
“The giants and gnomes that work with the Earth live in a
region very closely connected with the gross-material Earth.*
“All the other dschedjins live in the Earth’s finer environment,**
having their starting-point there.”
Pyramon paid close attention and, when Sargon stopped
speaking, he exclaimed gladly:
“The giants and the gnomes that live in this region close to
Earth have both kinds of matter in them. Something of Earth and
something of the region they live in!”
Sargon nodded in agreement. He was visibly pleased to see
that Pyramon had understood so quickly.
“Both kinds are contained in the giants and in some of the
earth-gnomes too. Besides the kind of matter related to the region
they live in, they also have something of the dense matter from
which our physical bodies are formed. This composition allows
them to give us, human beings, visible help. You must certainly
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* This region is between gross matter and medium gross matter.
** Medium gross matter.
remember the vast land located north of our village,” said Sargon,
looking at Pyramon inquisitively.
Pyramon answered that of course he could remember those
fields. The gnomes had overnight dug up and smoothed out the
fields so well that the peasants were able to start sowing and
planting immediately.
Sargon nodded in satisfaction and resumed his explanation:
“There is nothing mysterious about the stone that seems to
be soft. In Nature’s phenomena there are no puzzles! Stones are
also made from two kinds of matter. Both kinds are united within
the same stone.
“Stones are made from the hard matter of Earth and matter
from the region in which giants live. This last kind of matter is
softer and more elastic.
“When you touched the stone for the first time, you felt the
softer matter. In fact, you sensed it with the hand of your finer
body, which is made almost from the same kind of matter. Your
physical body’s sense of touch was shut out at that moment.
“As you know, the finer body can only feel, hear and see
when it is free, that means, when the physical body is asleep.
But, there are exceptions. Enak wanted you to know the type and
constitution of the stone they work with and cut. The softer
matter of the stones that they work with is somewhat larger. But
this is evened out, because under the influence of the giants, the
stones are compressed, becoming harder, thus they lose some of
their volume . . .”
“I understand!” Pyramon exclaimed excitedly. “The process
is similar with bricks. The soft matter is molded and smoothed
out. But this is not enough. The bricks can only be used after they
have been hardened by fire! But the clay of the brick remains
unchanged!”
Pyramon was fascinated by his new knowledge. Now he
understood the whole process. The enigma had been unraveled. He
could visualize exactly how the stones, which had been given the
necessary form by the giants, had their density and hardness
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adapted to Earth by means of a kind of fire. Since the giants were
partly formed from matter that had the same density as Earth, they
could deal with hardened Earth stone just as they had already dealt
with the soft stone, to which they had given the necessary form.
“In the past the giants, these tireless servants of the Lord of
the Universe, have helped human beings, to whom they always
felt attracted, in several ways,” Sargon explained. “Some constructions
which they built at the request of good willing people,
are now covered by water. But there are still marvelous Temple
constructions that have not yet sunk. By the end of time they will
certainly have turned to ruins. And people will stand amazed
before these ruins, contemplating the gigantic stone blocks of the
walls — stone blocks which human power would never have
been able to move.”
Sargon stopped speaking. A shadow of sorrow covered his
bright eyes like a veil . . . When he finally looked at Pyramon, he
realized there were further questions and he was pleased because
Pyramon must begin his work free and knowledgeable. There
must never be a puzzle without a solution in his life. This would
only hinder him.
Sargon was right. Pyramon did have further questions to
which he had no answers. And he was already asking:
“Why can’t we see the giants and the gnomes that are so near
us and the Earth continuously? And why are there people that just
can’t see the dschedjins at all? I heard from Magog that there are
many people who can no longer see the beings of nature!”
“The beings of nature cannot be seen all the time. This would
distract both humans and the beings of nature, and would also have
a disturbing effect. Even the earth-gnomes and the giants, who are
closest to the Earth and to us, do not like to be watched while they
are performing tasks for us. It’s enough that people can see them
once in a while and get to know of their activity. During the construction
of the pyramid you will often see the giants, of course.
But I suppose they will do their work mostly at night, while you
and the others are asleep. There is no night for the giants and the
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other dschedjins. Only human beings and the animals that live on
Earth know day and night. The giants and the Earth having the
same kind of matter does not bind them together. Even if it did,
there would still be no night for them. Darkness doesn’t exist for
the beings of nature, no matter what kind they are. It’s always day
for them.
“In spite of the kind of matter the giants are made from, which
also allows them to become visible to human beings while they
work, they are not affected by the gross material laws that are in
force on Earth.”
Sargon paused and looked at Pyramon. Seeing that he had
understood this explanation, he passed on to the second question:
“Why were there people who just couldn’t see the dschedjins at all?”
“Yes, why?” Pyramon had a particular interest in this question.
“In the beginning, all human beings could see the big and
little dschedjins. They were the first masters of mankind, so they
were constantly in touch with their human students. But this was a
long time ago.”
Once again Sargon’s eyes filled with sorrow as he continued:
“You asked why, Pyramon. I suppose the cause lies in the
sensory organs. The human sensory organs have become dull and
coarser. We see this in many, many people who come to our village
seeking assistance. Our seers who can scrutinize the future are of
the opinion that by the time of Judgment all knowledge about the
beings of nature, that we call dschedjins, will have become extinct
among human beings.”
“No!” exclaimed Pyramon. “The seers must be mistaken! I
know that the only thing they can expect is the open sarcophagus.
People’s burden of sins will be so heavy by then, that they will no
longer raise their eyes toward the Light. But it’s not possible that
mankind will have forgotten the dschedjins!”
Sargon made no objections, so Pyramon went on excitedly.
“How could human beings forget the beings of nature as
long as they live on Earth? Every tree, every mountain, every
river, every stem and every flower ought to remind them of this!
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No, knowledge about the dschedjins can never be extinguished!
Every breath of wind, every ray from the sun, and each drop of
rain give testimony of their tireless activity!”
Pyramon stopped and looked hopefully at Sargon. He wanted
to know if the King-Priest agreed with the seers.
Pyramon was waiting for Sargon’s answer. The longer he
waited, the more baffled he became. Sargon’s silence was plain
enough. Suddenly, Pyramon remembered Thisbe. He asked whether
she also thought the seers were right.
Sargon nodded, in confirmation.
“Thisbe knows that the seers saw correctly. Her wisdom
reaches far beyond the seers.” Sargon added that human beings
would be able to perceive only gross matter by the time the Judge
of the Universe came. Nothing more!
Pyramon was silent, for he knew he could make no more
objections. However, it seemed incredible to him that someone
could live in the world of the beings of nature and not know anything
about them.
“Do you still have a question, Pyramon?” asked Sargon.
But when he saw the expression on Pyramon’s face, he said
promptly:
“Console yourself. I can hardly believe it myself.” Sargon’s
voice was kind as he uttered these words. But to Pyramon it
seemed as though the words had come from a remote distance.
“Yes, I still have a question. It’s the last one,” said Pyramon,
looking into those eyes that seemed to be covered by a veil of
sadness.
“When knowledge of the beings of nature is extinguished
from mankind, won’t they wonder who adorned Earth, on which
they are allowed to live, so beautifully? Who has maintained from
primordial times the marvelous forests and mountains, rivers and
flowers, in eternal uniform beauty?”
“I have no answer to your last question. Today, nobody can
answer it. All we know is that at the end of time, the Earth will be
populated by people with atrophied souls and sensory organs.”
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Pyramon had paid close attention to Sargon’s words and he
recognized clearly the underlying truth of what he had said. At
the same time, he was overcome by fear. An unknown fear of this
dreadful future. A brutal hand seemed to squeeze his heart with a
firm grip. He closed his eyes for a moment. When the pain
mitigated, he raised his eyes. Yes, he still had a question about
this future. “Sargon” . . .
But Pyramon could no longer see Sargon. The darkness of
night was all around him. His soul had returned from its journey
and suddenly the memory of what he had experienced arose in
him. Sargon had not come to him. It was he who had sought
Sargon at the village in Chaldea, to find the answers to his
unsolved questions.
Happiness, gratitude and a feeling of belonging to the
wise-men of Chaldea filled Pyramon’s soul. The new knowledge
transmitted to him by the King-Priest had dispelled all his
doubts. A strong gust of wind shook the whole house bringing
Pyramon back from his reflections. He laughed at himself,
because he knew the giants were shaking the house. They probably
knew the King-Priest had solved the puzzle they had given
to him. There were no enigmas for Sargon, for he knew all the
phenomena and the connections that stood behind the supposed
puzzles.
Fragment din cartea lui Roselis von Sass:
THE GREAT PYRAMID REVEALS ITS SECRET
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