France, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart with special thanks to Orage, Jon Valentine Lee & Joe
To be continued of course
This piece is over five thousand words. If I was to tell you everything I do know about Otto Rahn, as I intended, it would be over seven. Since to paraphrase the Rolling Stones Time is on my side, we will just have to wait for the next installment which will be behind a paywall. Like I said Time is on my side and there will be a book for those who intend on making it into the new Aeon... - Jack
I’d been in New York City for most of July, swimming from the Hamptons to Long Beach in an endless summer party. I’d gone back to Tennessee for a few days at the end of the month, but I was back to catch a 787 out of Kennedy to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. Technically the flight was August 3 but it was at midnight and it was still August 2 when my cousin dropped me off at the airport around ten o’clock.
I was tentative but there was never any question that I must go to France, visit Monsegur and retrace Otto Rahn’s footsteps through the Cathar Caves at Ornolac in the Ariege region of Southern France. Rahn had found something, something that makes every human notion of what is and what isn’t an exercise in futility. Whether it was Hyperborean technology, the lost jewel from the crown of Lucifer or the Holy Grail of Christian sages, the Germans had used it to split the timeline somewhere between 1931 and 1937.
It had begun with experiments by Friedrich Paschen and Max Wien at the dawn of the twentieth century. Wien, Einstein’s rival at the time but who has been written out of history, was trying to synchronize two pendulums. German mathematics had by then already postulated the Fourier Transform. Essentially, a Fourier Transform is a graph wherein the Time Domain and the Frequency Domain are synchronized. Adjustments to the Time Domain are made through the Frequency Domain which is laid out as a spread sheet of signals then correlated through a graph to the Time Domain. The epoch I am writing in occurs in the Frequency Domain.
The Frequency Domain is a hologram generated by convergent interference patterns such as when two stones are cast in a still pool of water the series of concentric waves generated by each of the stones clash. The resulting confused ripples or wavelets are interference patterns. Famed neurosurgeon and the inventor of the Holonomic Brain Theory Karl Pribram postulates that “a hologram is a photographic store of ripples, of interference patterns. Instead of pebbles on a pond, what you have is light beams hitting the film.” (1) The light then spreads in ripples over the surface of the film. Pribram continues “Every light beam that hits does that and the neighboring ones do it and the neighboring ones and so you got every light beam, every part of a beam essentially spread over the entire surface. That’s why mathematically it’s called a spread function.” (2)
In a hologram that spread function is translated into images and with every passing year in neuroscience, it becomes more and more apparent, Pribram uses the word “overwhelmingly,” (3) that the brain functions in the same manner. Speaking at the dawn of the twenty-first century Pribram went on to say that “over the last thirty years or so more and more evidence has accumulated to suggest strongly that the cerebral cortex acts as a resonator. It resonates to the frequencies of energies that are being transduced by the receptors; it’s the frequencies of energies.” He emphasizes that this is not an epiphany. German scientists were investigating it as early as 1906… (4)
Twenty-first century man, as the heir of this wave only science, finds himself trapped in a phantasmagorical world of shifting shadows and changing time. His memories, his science and every other cherished notion of existence is naught but an etiological myth, contrived explanations for what is already there. Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, the double slit experiment, quantum entanglement and a reality that is indeterminate. The legacies of George Berkeley, Eesse est percipi. Nothing exists unless it is perceived. Without consciousness to translate it this world is just a signal, random frequencies lost in space.