Thoth - Clues Encoded in Stone
© Sven Schmidt, all rights reserved
They have been there for millennia: Gigantic buildings that reach up to four hundred ninetytwo feet into the desert sky.
They have existed from time immemorial: Formed from millions of stone blocks weighing up to one hundred tons each -- fitted together with extremely high precision.
Each one a masterpiece of architecture: exactly aligned towards the four cardinal directions.
We have become accustomed to this monumental sight. And we accept it. We acquiesce to the fact that they provide us with riddles -- by their mere existence. We go on with our daily lives and leave it to scholars to discover their secrets. Hoping that one day they will tell us who built the pyramids, how -- and why.
They gave us answers ...
The pyramids of Giza are said to have been built by the pharaohs of the fourth dynasty. By Menkaure, Khafra and Khufu. The pyramids were given the Greek names of these kings: Mykerinos, Chephren and Cheops.
In 1837 Howard Vyse discovered ›graffiti‹ in the great pyramid: hieroglyphic characters believed to identify Cheops as the builder. These inscriptions have been used to provide proof of ownership of the pyramid. And, using this as the basis, further theories, conjectures and discoveries have arisen over the years.
These ›mason's marks‹ are the only evidence that it was King Cheops who built the pyramid.
And they are controversial. Some scholars believe that Vyse, under pressure to show results from his exploration of the pyramids, had the hieroglyphs forged.
And without conclusive proof the question of who built the pyramids is open again.
Even the ›how‹ is hotly debated. Because even with our current technical capabilities such a project would be a colossal task of a planning, organization and logistics. Theories of construction techniques using ramps, pulleys and legions of workers have sprung up. Using these hypotheses, attempts have been made to recreate the pyramids, at least in theory.
Without the slightest hint. Then no written documents or reports containing clues as to how these structures were created have ever been found.
The most important question is ›why‹. Since it was generally agreed that Khufu was the builder, scholars came to the conclusion that the pyramids are tombs. Pharaohs were considered to be gods. And it is only logical that they required burial places which corresponded to their egos. That no one has ever found a mummy in the pyramids disturbed only a few people. This lack of evidence has been explained by the fact that the chambers were looted by grave robbers in antiquity.
So they gave us answers ...
... that do not satisfy us. Despite their arguments and seemingly logical theories, we still have the feeling that this cannot be the real story. We feel that there's more to this -- a lot more. The Pyramids have fascinated mankind for generations. As if we were endowed with this fascination at birth. Anyone who learns of the existence of these gigantic buildings feels an inner restlessness; suspects that they want to tell us something.
Despite decades of research and excavations which revealed much about the pharaohs and the five thousand years of Egyptian history, we actually know nothing about the pyramids.
Neither about the builders nor about their motives.
Perhaps because the focus on the past five thousand years is far too short-sighted.
Perhaps because the pyramids predated the beginning of the first dynasty in 3000 b.c.
Perhaps because the possible explanation seems so totally unlikely. Too disturbing.
The pyramids could indeed remind us that our culture is not unique, that we are not the first advanced civilization in this world.
The pyramids could be telling us that we are absolutely not as special as we would like to believe.
So we IGNORE them.
But perhaps the builders created them expressly BECAUSE we are so very special!
»We have to get out of here.« Her high voice was echoed countless times by the great walls. The sound was reminiscent of that in a huge cathedral. But this room was not quite 35 feet long and only half as wide. Weak neon lighting on the wall reflected off the 19.6-foot high ceiling supported by huge blocks of stone. But the dark pink granite stone seemed to absorb the faint light like a black hole. The whole King's Chamber was illuminated as if by the pale glow of a full moon.
Vanessa shivered slightly in the warm, humid room. She was scared. He was still standing motionless before the great granite sarcophagus, as if in a trance. His head bowed. His eyes closed. Showing no reaction. As if he hadn't heard her at all in this ancient room. Even though they were alone and there was a deathly silence. His fingers brushed reverently over the lukewarm stone, which was literally swollen by the exhalation and perspiration of the pyramid's visitors.
»Don't you have a feeling for the time?«
Vanessa was shocked to see his pupils darting from side to side under his closed eyelids. She had never known him to behave like this before. His strange rapture made her shudder.
»We've been in here alone for at least half an hour. They'll be coming to look for us.«
Heinz Fröhlich ignored her. He took a deep breath of the damp, stale air.
He thought of Jesus. Had he, in biblical times, seen the Great Pyramid, where Heinz was standing today? He is supposed to have been in Egypt once. Might God have told him something about its meaning? Heinz continued with this line of thought. Who could have been here before Jesus? Moses? With the exception of the pharaohs he couldn' think of anyone else who might have visited these monuments before the Christian era. The pyramids were too ancient. The only tangible contemporary witness was this granite coffer.It must have been placed here when the sun was still able to shine into this chamber and the huge pyramid was being built around it. Because the coffer would not fit through the small entrance that led into this chamber. Therefore it could not have been brought here later.
Vanessa tugged on his black T-shirt emblazoned with Nefertiti's golden face. »Come on. Let's go.« She thought about the pharaohs' deadly traps and the curses of the high priests. In her mind's eye she could envision scenes from the film ›The Mummy‹. Man-eating beetles. Had she just heard a noise behind the wall?
Heinz looked at her blankly. »Don't you understand? In here time has stood still. For thousands of years.« He spread his arms wide in wonderment. »How many civilisations has this indestructible wonder of the world seen flourish and fail?» He turned around in a slow circle. »And it's still here. Ancient and indestructible. Isn't that incredible? That, back then, they could build something that was meant to last for eternity?« He smiled at her. He was completely happy. A dream had come true for him.
But Vanessa could only think, this is it. He has lost his mind. »Yes, the room is old. And with some new wallpaper and a TV, it could be down right comfy.«
Heinz ignored the sarcasm in her voice. He felt liberated within these narrow and gloomy walls. »Forget the TV. Close your eyes and let history pass before them. The pyramids were already old before modern history began.« And then he whispered »Let this room tell you what really happened in history.«
But Vanessa would have none of it. She crossed over to the entrance of the chamber which was only about three feet high. She wanted to leave and wait for him outside. But when she bent down to exit this for her so confining room, the ground suddenly began to tremble. At first, only very weakly. But then with a strong jerk, accompanied a deep, blood-curdling rumble. First, her horror movie flashbacks, and now this. This was more than Vanessa could bear. She began to scream hysterically. The initial shock stopped Heinz cold. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible. But finally his brain started processing the information conveyed by his senses. He yelled: »GET OUT! AN EARTHQUAKE!« And they took off. First, they crawled out the low entrance of this room and through the Antechamber into the Grand Gallery. There they were able to stand up again. This passageway was over 28 feet high and almost 7 feet wide at ground level. The unusual thing about it was that the walls corbelled in seven steps to the ceiling. There was a small trench in the sloping floor that was about as wide as the ceiling. Wooden planks had been installed in this gutter to make the ascent and descent easier for the tourists.
In this passageway they were confronted by a deafening noise. The rumble and groan of the ancient pyramid was echoed back from the walls incessantly. Heinz couldn't hear Vanessa wailing. She moved her lips, but he could not understand a word. He pushed her down the passageway, following closely. Desperately he clung to the railing, his slippery sandals not able to get a grip. He eyes were fixed on the ground, on his feet. But now and then Heinz did look up quickly. Suddenly a thought popped into his head: a Christmas tree room! This room looks like a misshapen Christmas tree! And then the thought was gone as quickly as it had come. The infernal racket was giving him a headache. They had now reached the lower part of the 153 foot long corridor. The horizontal corridor that led to the Queen's Chamber, was blocked by a door. But now they just wanted to get out of here. So they continued on, rushing down the Ascending Passage. This, too, was only about 3 feet high. Vanessa crawled ahead, the narrow passageway abrading her sun-tanned skin. Panic-stricken, Heinz pushed from behind and willed her to hurry. They had to get out of here. This is it. This ancient pyramid is about to collapse. And they were caught in the middle of it. What a way to go.
But then suddenly the noise stopped. -- And it was pitch black in the pyramid.
Vanessa had stopped screaming. She needed the oxygen to fight her fears. Heinz heard her gasping for breath through her convulsive sobbing. He tried to say something reassuring to calm her. But he did not make it past the initial attempt. In this blackness and this incredibly narrow corridor a sudden claustrophobic fear gripped his throat. For a second he did not know where he was anymore. He felt for his fanny pack and pulled out a small diode lamp. He turned it on and saw Vanessa's pale gray face. Sharp shadows turned it into a grimace. He spurred her on: »Go! Go!« And surprisingly, she obeyed instantly.
The quake was over. Vanessa and Heinz did not notice it. The panic of their rampant imagination continued to grow, with each cry, with each graze, with every bump -- far too narrow this escape route. And the exit was still so far away.
Then finally they reached the three-way intersection. This irregular, cavernous space had been excavated in order to circumvent the obstruction of the blocking stones in the lower Ascending Passage. Originally, it was not possible to get up to the Great Gallery from the Descending Passage that leads from the main entrance to the Subterranean Chamber.
Vanessa and Heinz did not choose the Descending Passage, as the main entrance was closed and the way downhill was also blocked by a grid-like gate. They chose the third way: the grave robbers tunnel should lead them out. With a height of about six feet, it had been roughly hewn into the pyramid and was not part of the inscrutable tunnel system of the mysterious monument.
They were panting and wailing along the passageway. The last stretch. Just a few more feet. Then he saw it in the harsh daylight. Realized the danger. His head was clear again. Vanessa was almost outside. Blinded by fear. Heinz just managed to hold her back at the last possible moment. Outside, large and small rocks flew past the entrance. Dust clouds penetrated into the corridor, forcing them to cough. Vanessa squirmed and tried to get loose. He held her tighter still. Then a dull rumble. It came from above. Got louder and did not bode well. Vanessa was still. Panic curiosity silenced her. They both looked into the blinding light as, from above, a huge shadow crashed past the doorway with a screech and loud bang. A gigantic stone block. Heinz could only think it's really going to collapse.
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