Where has our future gone?

© Allan Webber B.Sc (Ad Uni), Grad Dip Ed Admin (Ad Uni) - June 2016

For the incomprehensible secrets of God and their efficient virtue depends on the long expansion of natural knowledge, deriving their origin from free will. They bring about the appearance of causes which of themselves could not attract enough attention to be known....but through some indivisible eternity and by means of Hiraclienne agitation the causes are made known... Nostradamus' Cesar Preface 1555 (PCE4)

My aims for this Paper.

 

This is a personal essay written by me in order to place my thoughts on this topic within a developmental frame. It is therefore a work that goes into considerable detail and holds trains of logic to a greater extent than in something written with the public in mind.

At this stage in my work I am increasingly aware of deeper aspects regarding Nostradamus' Prophecies than any direct reading can deliver. It is my desire to cover some of these properties since I am, due to my years of long research, in the privileged position of being the best person able to do so.

 

My findings challenge our current understanding of time but are explicable within the bounds of evolution of the physical and biological universe. I conclude that the contents of the Prophecies are not solely a legacy of Nostradamus nor do they emanate from any metaphysical spirits. They are the works of future beings whose evolution has bridged the concept of time in a way seemingly impossible to our kind. They are not necessarily our descendants but they are what some of the current genetic strains of life will become. In all probability they don't share many of our physical constraints with sexuality being vastly different in keeping with their time-seeing frame.  And they will be more ephemeral than us as a result of evolutionary practical management.

They bridge time, both past and future, and to them there is no such distinction. If you re-read the quote from Nostradamus given above you will see he makes a similar claim.

 

In order to establish the rationality of this proposition I need to embrace the difficulties others will justifiably have due to the normal human conditioning about reality and time.

 

The conclusions I reach stretch back way before Nostradamus to the times of primitive humans, ancient civilisations and the wonders that challenge our understanding of their established capabilities. But they also gain reinforcement from bizarre aspects we of the modern age have observed in birds, animals and other life forms. There is external evidence that supports the proposition but my main source lies within Nostradamus' Prophecies.

 

The above issues fire my ambition  to write this material and I only hope I have the skills to do my aims full justice.

 

Nostradamus' Virtual World.

 

The world inhabited by Nostradamus had no way of seeing ours since the common language of our time had no reason to exist in the sixteenth century. Of the barriers that isolated the 16th century from us the strongest dealt with the issues of time and the place of humans in the order of the world. Since the beginning of the universe there had been no better mechanism than legends to shape the nature of our world and so, in the sixteenth century, people had no reason to question the accounts given by ancient people who had faced the same problems of origin as they. The world had a definable and very limited time space, creatures were either born or created by spontaneous generation and the explanation lay in an active creator who ensured the perfection of all.

 

To realise the reality of this particular world is essential to evaluating Nostradamus' Prophecies since it shapes the conflict Nostradamus would have faced if he could see into the future. What is known today means no rational human can hold to views that were shaped in the absence of knowledge and so to see the future from the sixteenth century means a viewer such as  Nostradamus must either turn to denial of what he sees or grapple with the incomprehensible.

 

But today we understand we have many barriers to our own understanding. When we walk into a room the marvellous powers of sight and memory create a world that seems real but yet we know its flaws. We know we can look at things but not notice all that's there. You can see and judge but your mind shapes all that enters and stores what its past suggests will be necessary or useful. And in judging this mechanical bias, mind-training plays a significant part in matching the virtual world to what exists. These are all issues that would have affected Nostradamus' view of our world unless you believe he was, unlike any human that has ever lived, from another time. Yet this was not his view of himself nor is it one that can be plausibly assumed.

 Not that I wish to attribute to myself either the name or the role of a prophet, but (rather rely on) inspired revelation, like any man whose senses are no less distant from heaven than his feet are from the ground..Nostradamus' Cesar Preface 1555 (PCE5)

It is common for people to read into Nostradamus every possible event that is occurring in their lives but it is impossible for the Prophecies to carry the vast amount of information for every minute event that has occurred since Nostradamus put pen to paper.

 

This however is not a real issue since Nostradamus didn't claim this. He didn't write for trivial titillation or to prove a point, he wrote the work because he was a human shaped into a world view that was uniquely his own and it needed his expression. His interests, his biases shape the verses but they are transformed by his encounters with his source. The dilemma of future seeing is it sees things that are not credible for a person in the age that the seer dwells. Such seeing must depend on the other part of the process, the being that has presence in the future.

C1 Q2
The wand in the hand is placed in the middle of the branches
With water he sprinkles the hem of his garments
A voice, fear he trembles in his robes.
Divine splendor; the God sits nearby.

The interchange between a future being and a sixteenth century man would have faced many hurdles. Physical images of war and nuclear bombs would translate quite well into pictures seen as though through a hazy mirror but evolution and genetic concepts would not be so easily conveyed. The latter rely on complex layers of knowledge and yet for the most part the results are the same as has always been, living things are created, grow old and die. However these conceptual ideas are what really distinguished the sixteenth century from our own age.

All comes from God and nature, and for the most part it is integrated with the celestial course. It is much like seeing in a flaming mirror, where the vision of the great events is clouded, sad, prodigious and calamitous...Nostradamus' Henry Epistle 1558 (PEE7a)

Modern conceptual ideas would have presented great difficulty for Nostradamus since their language didn't exist and had no reason to exist. His written ideas of what he had seen would be distorted into that which made some sense but his writings were no longer free, the presence of the future being didn't end with the dream. It would be foolish to assume that Nostradamus could evoke an inert servant from the future prepared to show him that for which his sixteenth century soul craved and yet deliver him unmarked, unbent by the ethos of his visitor.

 

An early verse also shows this influence through a mix of words that hint at a half-seen, little understood future while underneath its lettering lies a meaning well beyond sixteenth century understanding. Within the anagrams there are terms such as prescient seeing, interspecies, eugenist and Lucashenca all able to be linked into the future when genetic cloning experimentation begins and tests go awry.

C1 14
From the enslaved populace, songs, chants and demands
while Princes and Lords are held captive in prison
These will in the future by headless idiots
be received as divine prayers.

De gent e$claue chan$ons chants et requeftes
Captifs par Princes et Seigneur aux prisons
A l'aduenir par idiotz $ans te$tes
Seront receus par diuines orai$ons.

The anagrams from which the understanding of this verse will emerge include:

gene set Lucashenca son (e gen - t e$  - claue chan$ - ons), sons chant request ($ons - chant -s et requ),
prescient seeing war prisons pacts (Princes et - Seigne -ur au -x prison -s Capt), interspecies Wagner prix (Princes et Sei - gneur au - x pri),
stateless a ruined pair (s te$tes A l' - a - duenir - par i),
aversion is cornerstones upraised (uines ora- i$  - ons Seront rec - eus par di), encaptures diviner (nt receus pa - r diuine),
Noahs, cleanest, castle, neglects, Athens, atlases, threatens, chastens, entices, eugenist, ascriptions, narcosis, persistence, adulates, unsalaried, tests, rapid, assents, unripe, session, radii, centre.

Elemental Patterning in the universe.

 

The pattern in the anagrams seen above can of course be by chance alone but to dismiss them for that is to miss one of the most significant recognitions our time has made. This involves a form of patterning that places our understanding of the universe upon a different plane to that of our our own parent's time. It is the concept of fractals that takes us away from the mentally crippling idea of a mechanical, absolute view to one that offers a better understanding of the operations that have brought everything into being.

 

It is not by chance that mathematics and nature create such similarities for they both rely on boundary properties and all the external and internal forces that interplay within it. Space is not a blank canvas but a unique diaphragm imprinted for the possible. And it is through such subtle effects as shadow patterns that memory has something on which to build and evolution the means to incorporate what seems the work of craftsmen. This mechanism is relatively new and has not yet been presented to the man in the street in a form that reveals its significance to evolution.

The eternal ignorance of modern times.

 

The sixteenth century was so different from our own time that it inevitably places huge questions on how much anyone of that era could have foreseen about evolution and the nature of time. To people today it might seem that we are not held back by the same barriers but nonetheless there are attitudinal, traditional and new-think attitudes that shape our thinking. Science, enlightened as it has the capacity to be, is not immune from this same restriction for its members are human. Accordingly, the greatest ignorance of our time is still based around our perception of our place in the universe.

 

This bias isn't an overt thing but a hidden set of values that make us smug about those gifts nature has bestowed on us. So we are seduced into believing our cleverness can never be surpassed. The reality is it can be and inevitably will be that the future will sideline mankind. Evolution doesn't stop with humans and our species has no guaranteed place as chief ruler of anything that matters.

 

It isn't that man has to disappear quickly but we can be assured that within a million years from now evolution will still exist but mankind most probably will not. However evolution will not waste our existence since its future patterns will embrace the things that set us apart. The common view is a sad ignorance, a human arrogance that makes many ignore the inevitability of our demise. And it is compounded by assumptions that suggest we know what form the definitive evolutionary path will take or that unthinking, amoral, evolution can not progress without us.

 

However the understanding of Nostradamus' contribution to these issues makes it important to reflect on the achievements of life itself since the past is our guide to the surprises in the future of the universe.

 

Modern mankind, even within the sciences, is most at ease in the development of the mechanics of things rather than the origin of concepts. Concepts such as awareness and time are seen as less real than mass, energy and space. Within this way of thinking time is real only in that it has no future only a past. Yet it is concepts that most differentiate mankind from all other living things and they have increasing substance through their history and evolution. We are happy to build trees of knowledge that place every living thing in a line representing changes in time. Such trees are common and allow us to represent the many stories of the evolving universe. But where do you see the tree of concepts?

 

When was awareness absent from the universe? What sort of universe exists if awareness is not there? Where on the line of universal existence did awareness first occur? Was it with the start of matter, life or even later?  In our own understanding of the world we are the first beings to be aware of the universe and its creation, yet awareness may well have been inherent in all living things and maybe even earlier. We are the ones that have ideas about the way this universe began and yet I believe awareness has always been present but in an evolving form. This means that of which we are aware is not all there is and beings with further evolved awareness are inevitable.

 

And critical to awareness is memory and this concept also evolved.  So existence, time and awareness are all evolving and they are linked with the fundamental concept that defines them all, continuity. Without continuity there is only chaos and continuity is therefore the ephemeral nemesis of total chaos.

 

Time is not only a reflection of that which makes the universe exist, it is the concept that evolves when continuity occurs and lasts only as long as continuity thrives. Time as experienced by living things is linear, an instant only, and therefore for there to be awareness of time a structure has to know these instants continue. This means awareness only exists where there is memory.

 

Awareness of time is dependent on memory but memory alone is not enough. Rocks have memory in the duration events of their formation in which stages of heating, lingering after-effects of cooling and chemical reactions all play the role of temporarily storing time related events. But none of this is enough to assume rocks have active memory that makes them aware of their own existence, let alone that of the universe. The origins of memory lie in the physio-chemical world and like all evolutionary things its attributes grow ever larger as the universe evolves. We humans hold a well-advanced form of memory but it too isn't likely to be where this process ends. Memory will do as it has always done progress towards a fuller incorporation of the elemental-potentials of our universe.

 

I would argue there is a tree of concepts that has not yet been explored and the concept of evolution, like time and continuity, is one of those relevant to our understanding of all the others.

The next phase of the evolution of life.

 

I believe Nostradamus' work provides pivotal evidence that new life forms will evolve that challenge our current understanding of time. His evidence is not the only hint we have and it may turn out that there are other sources stretching back throughout ancient human societies. I don't believe Nostradamus fully understood what he saw but this is not a failing on his part, it is the natural outcome of where he stood in human history.

 

Any tree of the development of the concept of evolution must not ony include the detail of the individual species but the broader achievements of the underlying process. I have long believed that evolution evolves and that it is as natural as the concept itself that this should happen. Yet the stages even in a static concept of evolution will still embrace the continuity of movement towards a greater ability to utilise every potential of the universe. And it cannot do everything at once, there has to be a progression though simplicity towards ever increasing simplified-complexity. Our senses are the product of this process with origins in the physio-chemical boundaries but now they span a large spectrum covering touch, sight, hearing, smell in humans. But other spheres such as gravitational field awareness are known to occur in different species. These generate a legacy that is the ability to confine, define and utilise continuous interactions.

 

Evolutionary history gives us insight to modern humankind's limitations. Let us consider the perspective of the first worm. From its worm's eye view of the world man was never a likely outcome of future evolution. It had no means of knowing humans would follow its first appearance on the planet despite its newly acquired abilities setting it above all that had come before. And those abilities it had provided no framework for concepts that had not yet evolved. This is not a trivial diversion since we too cannot know what potentials of the universe exist outside what evolution has already delivered us.

 

It would be arrogant to believe that electromagnetic forces, gravitation or even thought patterns

  tell us all there is to know about the potential of the universe.  But we are currently amongst the most fortunate of beings for we are capable of being aware of more of the universe than any creatures that have existed previously on this planet. Life is a toll-free gift, generated by evolution.

However we can know that time is one of the potentials that evolution has exploited. It destroyed the limitations of unitary time, the instance that is all time has to offer. And it did so through exploiting continuity. Mass, energy, space and time hold the potentials of our universe and each of them is part of the continuous expansion phenomenon that is the fabric of the universe's being.

I have little doubt that Nostradamus grappled with these ideas as indicated by his thoughts in his 1555 Cesar Preface (PCE10):

How then do these ambiguous opinions exceeding all Mahommedan dreams arise by natural reasons, when God the Creator is timeless; it is by the minister of his messengers of fire. The missive is in their burning flame which comes to offer us external reference. Similarly our eyes then become causes of future prediction, signifying future cases that must occur to him that presages.

Because the exterior light which brings the presage infallibly judges its parts, so truly [is it judged] that the parts seem to use the eye for understanding, which is the purpose of this imaginative lesion. The reason for this is too obvious, since all is predicted by god's outflow, and it is by means of Angelic spirit that the man prophesying is inspired. This means that the prophecies are illuminated in layers starting with the emotions at the front of his fantasies. By various nocturnal visions it is prophesied and made certain by conjoint astronomical calculations administered in the day. Thereby this is a sanctified prediction of the future with no consideration from elsewhere that is based on free will.

The evolutionary potential of current life forms.

 

It is apparent Nostradamus was grappling with mechanisms that bridge time eternal and temporal and this implies he saw time as being different to how modern man views it. But although we have found no physical evidence it is not outside the bounds of what we know. Already we are aware that evolution has found a way to recover the past even though it no longer exists. Our brains show that we can recall the past thereby enabling us to be versatile, active and survive. Learning is another concept amongst the higher order of evolutionary life mechanisms but it too has ancient primitive roots. But humans go much further with their association with the past. We see things that happened trillions of years ago as though they were happening now. Other animals notice stars only as temporal objects, something linked to the passing of the night.

 

We do have abilities that set us apart. We understand the origins of things. Ancient bones, tree rings, layers of ash, silt and clay, shells found in rocks high up in mountains yet the explanation of these things were not known in Nostradamus' day. However it is apparent that as time passes we unlock more and more of the potential this universe has to offer. Evolution takes us on this journey of bridging present time with the past.

 

All living things have the ability to trespass in the future. Reaction time is one such mechanism that transforms the present into anticipation of what is about to happen. But memory helps achieve the same end. Natural rhythms such as the motions of the sun and planets allow us to have high expectation of how their location will change. And by that change we also measure time. Our calendars are based on knowledge of how the continuities of time and movement can be exploited but similar and even better mechanisms of tracking time are common amongst the living of this world as evidenced by breeding cycles and the re-emergence of creatures after long hibernations.

However in regard to future seeing once again modern man has moved further than most along the evolutionary scale. We can know the amount of un-decayed atoms there will be in radioactive materials a  million years or more beyond our time and we can know the fate of our sun and other components of the universe. No other animal on this planet has or can equal these achievements. And it is these superior exploitations of time and continuity that breed man's arrogance as to what can and cannot be.

 

So once again we should note we are not gods but mortal men who are the result of evolution.This process that underpins the remarkable powers of life works because it has proven ways of bridging seemingly impassable discontinuities. Evolution, fractals, continuity and time are one which means that while the universe exists there will appear higher forms than us and beyond them higher forms again. When the universe dies the existing life forms will have transcended many dimensions unknown to man.

 

It is apparent we are not the object of a singular creation but a product of an eternal process that stamps us with a use-by date. This terminality is not a fate that we can avoid for it is a chain and our place in that chain came about by the same forces that will make us obsolete. However we are here and we are now, we are the keepers of a process that is indestructible.

 

It is as though the universe is an egg and we but a self defining patterned thread immersed deep within that which it will become. We are part of the future no matter what our short-term fate but what a gift we have been given since in the meantime we are able to enjoy the here and now that we love so well and speculate on things yet to come to pass. But this is not a gift demanding gratitude, servitude or purpose, it is what it is and no more, a fortunate place along an impassionate, natural chain.

  

This view of evolution which sees the universe as a cosmic egg has the ability to transform our religious cultures. Looking back, the traditional realm of religion, is increasingly shown to lead to error but now we can look forward with ever increasing confidence for we are always learning more about our destiny. And we have a modern goal in keeping with the drive within all living things; we can participate in the evolution of the divine, the future beings that transcend time. By this means eternity is not outside our reach even if for us it is a fleeting touch.

 

And it is in this latter understanding that Nostradamus' work seems to have much to offer. Not only did he grapple with these ideas but he talked as though there was an interchange occurring, one that drew a divine presence into the temporal plane. This could make sense if evolution does proceed along the path of expanding the capacity of future beings to traverse time. If this were so it need not breach any laws since even now we do go back in time when we dig up fossils but we do so without altering what happens to that creature beyond that point where it lived and died. In reaching back we don't alter the past, the only change can be to our future.

 

If time is eternal and there is a path for expansion of time-participation beyond that of modern man then it is likely there will be beings in our future that can leave impressions in our minds. The time gap until it occurs may be immense but it would make no difference for all of eternity would be manifested in that being and to differing degrees it could penetrate all ages. This would certainly fit Nostradamus' proposed model of a divine influence on the layers of his mind.

 

But if this is a possible path then there is inevitably evidence of that in the present and past histories of humankind. This would certainly explain the patterning I find in Nostradamus' work and it could also explain the seemingly prescient frame of evolution from the very onset of time; the ability to tap natural designs that enable its progress.

 

I am often disappointed in the presentation of issues in science while at the same time very satisfied with what it has achieved. There is mystery in our past and the search for mechanical solutions to all of these is admirable in itself but it often leaves me asking why not enjoy the mystery rather than gloss over its presence when the mechanistic model doesn't answer basic questions of motivation?

 

When I see civilisations that have built things that test the physical abilities of humans I can say yes that is possible but ask why would any people commit to and invest in an unfamiliar project stretching over several lifetimes using techniques that had never previously been used? And why were these techniques able to produce engineering strengths and precision that even our own day has difficulty in matching? And why did the methods employed on mounds and pyramids prove to be so good when the properties of the components were unknown in such conditions? What motivation offsets the massive high capital-risk when gambling on unknown properties? Add to this the realm of inspiration and genius and it is possible that we draw strength from other sources that are not too distant from the sphere of humankind but not derived from a remote external presence disconnected from the life stream.

 

Evolution has constantly delivered seemingly miraculous technological advances so we know that it works and that its processes mount impossible barriers to provide continuity. So if there is a future in which beings can transcend the temporal time dimension then patterning from that future should exist today. In ancient times mud and rock megaliths provided the medium in which patterns of inspiration could be inscribed and as evolution progressed speech, written words, thoughts and actions of the mind offer  increased potential for subliminal patterning. If this is so then the impact of a future presence would also evolve leaving ever more significant structures that are relevant to each stage.

I like this thought that we look to the future for our inspiration and for learning those potentials of the universe that are available to us here and now and I am sure I am not alone in this.

How is it that the eternal God is the only one that knows the eternity of its light, proceeding from himself? And [in response] I say frankly that is to those whom he wants to reveal his long inspired melancholy in all its immeasurable, incomprehensible magnitude, that are subject thereof to hidden causes manifested divinely.

They are mainly of two major causes, which are confined to the mind of the inspired one who prophesies. One of these allows the clarity of the supernatural light to infuse the character who predicts by the doctrine of the stars and the other enables the prophesies to become inspired revelation. All of which is certainly the participation of the divine eternity, by means of which the Prophet comes to judge that his divine spirit has been given to him by means of God the creator, and a natural incitement.

This is [the way] to know that what is predicted is true and has its origin ethereally placed. And such light and emergent flame is very effective...Nostradamus' Cesar Preface 1555 (PCE7)

The relative place of participants in time-transference processes.

An important dimension to acknowledge in respect to this relation is the inequality between the parties. The future being is the one that is all knowing not the human recipient so any imprint of their interaction on the future is predetermined as being that which is true.

Nostradamus acknowledged the bridge for understanding time that he and the divine one used in their communications. He restates many times they employed a date system based on the eternal stars since their unique locations were the key understandable from both standpoints of eternal and temporal time. His visions were accompanied by images of the stars and it is then by their locations that he calculated the date they represented.

For the incomprehensible secrets of God and their efficient virtue depends on the long expansion of natural knowledge, deriving their origin from free will. They bring about the appearance of causes which of themselves could not attract enough attention to be known, neither by human augury, nor by any other hidden knowledge or virtue comprised under the concavity of heaven, even from the present fact of all eternity, which comes in itself to embrace all time. But through some indivisible eternity and by means of Hiraclienne agitation the causes are made known alongside the celestial movement...Nostradamus' Cesar Preface 1555 (PCE7)

This means that the prophecies are illuminated in layers starting with the emotions at the front of his fantasies. By various nocturnal visions it is prophesied and made certain by conjoint astronomical calculations administered in the day...Nostradamus' Cesar Preface 1555 (PCE10)

Nostradamus could easily interpret much of what he saw since floods, plagues, wars and objects falling from the sky are somewhat timeless in their repetitive qualities but much of that which interested him lay beyond his ability to express through words. For these he is reliant on allusion and metaphors such as his use of the eternal light of the vestal virgin's lamps to convey ideas of nuclear energy. However he was not alone when he wrote about these things just as he was not alone when he dreamed his visions and the message that arises is built within the lettering used by Nostradamus. And Nostradamus' influence had to be there since the link was one of empathetic minds, a future channel focused by the recipient.

 

So contact in such circumstances would leave patterns related to the goals but beyond the capacity of that person to describe alone. The mechanism implies such patterns cannot carry an independent warning or instruction for mankind to change, it is the passing footprint a trespasser leaves and its import is it represents a fossil of the future.

 

Some patterns in verses related to our future.

 

This imprint, this purpose is common throughout the Prophecies. Through http://allanuu.tripod.com/Quatrains/QuatrainTitle.htm you can gain access to all 942 verses and see the framework that lies within them. The following verse C2 Q21 typifies what I have uncovered. Its text is clearly about a messenger while its complex, rare anagrams frame a single story related to the visitor in Nostradamus' mind. Fractal patterns are normally imperfect and incomplete but they leave definitive shapes as does the concealed wording embedded within Nostradamus' lettering. In the analysis below the message that arises from a reconstruction using the most complex rare sequences is Embalmers assured albam (coding method) encoding my super-zealous powers denouncing Europe's powerless maze. Elder's fortune coders hesitance. Portentous portent arouses euthanasic genre.

The anagrams of C2 Q21 include:

embalmers assured (remes L'amb - a - $$adeur), albams answered (L'amba$ - $adeur enu), miserable (biremes L'a), my-machine unrecognised (A my chemin - d'incogneus re), encoding my superzealous (d'incogne- us repoulsez A - my), encoding powers (d'incogn - eus repou), denouncing (d'incogneu), Europes (eus repou), powerless maze chimney encoding, (eus repouls - ez A m- y chemin- d'incogne) Elders fortune (De $el r - enfort v),
coders hesitance (Cordes - et chaines a), portentous (e pont trou$), portent rouses (re pont t - rou$$e), euthanasic genre (chaines au - Negre),
 zealous, surgeon, re-endow, overfit, mind, potent, supersoul, etches, redeems, generous, remedies, renew, unease.

# albam:a substitution method of coding used by Kabbalists - it involves progressively swapping the letters from the middle of the alphabet with those at the end (a for l, b for m etc)

The ambassador sent by biremes, Halfway repelled by unknown ones: Reinforced with salt four triremes will come, In Euboea bound with ropes and chain.

L'amba$$adeur enuoye par biremes     A my chemin d'incogneus repoulsez     De $el renfort viendront quatre triremes     Cordes et chaines au Negre pont trou$$ez.

But it is not just the coding mechanism that gains its strongest stories from the innate patterning in the lettering. Many of them deal with the great mutations in genetic technology and its impact on the evolution of life on this planet. The patterning in the following verse deals with environmental factors of a type that would have been difficult for Nostradamus to grasp.

The anagrams of C5 Q27 set several different modes by which the atmosphere is contaminated as shown by key anagrams which say leading Pro-German feature Norseman oil, envisioned dread coerces tribe. Large atmosphere temblor, potash theme, Arab dread Abdera Deuteron agendas.

leading pro-German feature Norseman oil (ing de la- marnegro P - ar fe - u et - armes non -loi),,
envisioned / divine-ones dread peers (i$onde Vien -dra de - Per$e), coerce$ pure Tribe $on envied (er$e occ - uper - Trebi - $o nde Vie),
large temblor atmosphere line (alegr - oTrembl - er Phatos Meth- elin), potash theme (Phatos - Methe),
co-wrote ended (couuert o- nde De), Arab dread (Arab-e d'Adr), Deuteron agendas Abdera cried (uert onde- De $ang A - rabe d'A - drie c),
themes, path,  oaths,  Magdalen, metaphors, Thomas, galleons, motets, enumerates, Odins, trodden, tremor, Al Gore, alarmed, Tiber, manager, refute, atoms, mature,  legal, legator,  stream. #Abdera: name for Thrace , Greece in ancient times.
#Temblor: modern word for earthquake.#Deuteron: name for heavy hydrogen, first discovered in 1931,

Through fire and arms not far from the 'marnegro', Will come from Persia to occupy Trebizond: 'Phatos', 'Methelin' to tremble, the Sun 'alegro', A wave of Arab blood covers the 'Adriatic'.

Par feu et armes non loing de la marnegro Viendra de Per$e occuper Trebi$onde Trembler Phatos Methelin Sol alegro De $ang Arabe d'Adrie couuert onde.

Two imperfect examples don't provide a solid basis but when combined with all the verses as indicated in my other writings there emerges a coherent sense that is lacking in Nostradamus' sixteenth century text. The messages the lettering contains justify Nostradamus' claims about his process and motivations. And his claims are consistent with the expanded meaning of the Prophecies thereby raising the credibility of his visions. For five hundred years it has been possible to say his success relies on ambiguity but the patterning removes this weakness. However such a result is only possible if his assessment about his source is true and that being was an active contributor to what emerged from Nostradamus' mind.

 

It is easy to dismiss my analyses if they rely on author-initiated distortions in the lettering but they don't and it is fallacious to claim that the patterns are false because they couldn't have been written by Nostradamus or that the texts are error-ridden from the start. And it is false because these factors should make my methods fail and lower the count of relevant terms. All criticisms that are based on my choice of one source, a language other than French and use of the lettering presented in one edition fall into the category of complaints that are in denial of the expected negative impact these choices should have had on the frequency of anagrams found. So if anything my analyses understate the evidence of patterning.

 

However with all its possible faults my method still gives increased readability to all 942 verses and although it is true some are less powerful than others many of them reach levels that seem impossible through the realm of chance alone. At the very least there is something assisting their formation whether it is the natural result of fractals, the logical outcome of evolution creating a culture that can traverse different times or Nostradamus' own invention. These patterns are worthy of consideration because they may help resolve potentials of the universe not readily accessible to humankind.

My work includes a listing of all anagram patterns and links to each verse. This list can be found at http://allanuu.tripod.com/Quatrains/Index.html.

 

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In the Mind of a Prophet.

by Allan Webber

Copyright: Dec 2014

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Why should I feel so disappointed? He was a stranger who kindly shared his dreams then left. It is only now I feel I should have left a hook, a memory, a connection that either he or I could follow. But at the time the moment was complete and such trails seemed unnecessary.

I was sitting as I often do reflecting on what I had achieved, where I wanted my work to go and what was needed before the next stage could start. 

The tree was shady as it needed to be for the sun beat down from a bright blue sky lacking cloud or gentle shine. The drying wind gusted softly enough but it sang within the needles near my ears. My senses sated by nature knew the world of ease.

It isn't possible he said.

I hadn't met him but already it was as though he knew my doubts.

His dog was black, close at his heels, its eyes consumed with fidelity.

You can't be in my mind.  This sky is mine, the clouds you see surely they can't be the same.

I hadn't meant to intrude or challenge the unity of this man but he was here; his hurt was mine his violation his alone.

Brown eyes, loyal eyes ached with him, a wagging tail ceased its welcome replaced by an inner protective growl.

But what about my sky? Was it mine or was it his? If I closed my eyes what would I see?

He cannot help me for I feel his increasing fear of me. He wants me gone but the choice is no longer mine. I feel his presence and the tension of his dog. They shape me now and my world is enlarged by that.

I ache and long for more. Denial yearns within me.  I want redemption. I want to be more than one, to share two worlds set apart by birth.

002

How can one sense loss for something one has never had? Surely it was that brush with feelings denied that stirs me to try again. I close my eyes and seek that state that first I felt when he appeared. The voices come like whispering wind softly blown against  my ear.

You know its wrong. Leave us alone.

Who are you?  my searching soul decries ignoring pleas that have no place nor flesh to make them real.

Eyes closed. Eyes unseeing but the familiar patterns flicker on. The ghosting white that shifts in shape as it pulses on my lids becomes an eye into whose depths I peer. Brown, loyal eye that stays in place when all else is nowhere seen, I went through here I felt you pierce my mind.

What do you fear of me? I mean no harm. I am tired of loneliness when there are so many things to share.

Then was the ache felt once more.  Pain and fear dressed as anger holding me there on the rim of sleep and isolation. A pulsing fear felt solely by emotions, not clear nor sharp but certain in its own defence it scorched within my brain, I don't trust people and what they say.

I bear the pain with just a whisp of hope that now I may go on. But no the response scalds away that hope as blasts in their defence shatter defended regions of my own. No one knows and I did not tell of acts and thoughts that I know were wrong. Beaten, battered back from the brim of entry I in turn defend.

Robbed of choice by autonomes fired without control I wound and shatter to deny him entry.

But he is here within me taking more than I from him. Shamed, condemned by ever present guilt I am exposed, naked in my false claim of friend.

003

Why am I drawn to such trials? The glow is warm from that first touch of minds but how can it be enough to drive me to this? I know so little but it is like a drug I cannot shake its hold.

He knows me where I would not be known and I in turn know what to dread in him. Youth's mistaken follies of first love torn by guilt of loved ones betrayed. My ills of lust of many kinds balance his but in our anger we aren't equally matched. His greed, my turmoil which is worse? Time has ravaged him by its endurance and I too am prised away from what I used to be.  The tides of choice and unchoice, his and mine, have ebbed and flowed through both of us yet neither he nor I have always chosen well. But he has his dog, his loyal dog who unlike me sees no fault in him.

You know so little, I heard him say. Dismissive as this was meant to be I sensed his meaning,  he knew more than me. But what we knew was dross upon this molten lake whose depths we had not entered.

You miss the point, growled his dog, firmly braced across my path. You miss the point. You miss the point. A savage chant whose aim was plain, Go away, leave us alone.

But I was sure I hadn't missed the point that mattered, there was another way.

I had felt the ease of contact from the first but seen the barriers drop in place with each step I took to draw near. It was evident there were bigger barriers that had not yet been reached and they lay on paths I should not try. This I knew because for all he claimed he knew of me he had not learnt my worst. And there has to be another way, a way of trust that lets a dog stand faithfully by a flawed man.

A molten shield burns those who seek and the smoke, the cloud are shadows of its reason. In triumph I gasped at the thought that now embraced me, I see you, I know you by our mutual ease, the softer emotions filtered free of our internal fears.

IV.

But he has gone, him and his dog. I waited but he didn't return. I had no chance to show what I had learned from him and now I am left wondering what do I do? How do I proceed?

Why did they come seeping into my mind raising feelings of hope for potential friends?

It felt different. But why? I have outside friends, family and enemies as well.  And I am lucky for I have felt that internalised relation of human love. Wife, sons and daughter all stir this but that is not the answer to my isolation since it is a substitute for being part of them.

I and they are human, our brains do not unite as one. And although I seem to have a past I know it is not real, it is a reflection of chemistry in my mind. Only this instance is mine while all the rest is what evolution gave to everyone with sound mind. And this is itself a rare gift so is it possible for there to be more? If so I don't think it yet exists in man? And surely not in trees or ants. Memory with both strengths and weaknesses is there in many thing but not as I know it, not as something linked to the time since life began.

Will I get another chance to share, to sense what it is like for two or more who live alone with separate memories to become a greater whole.

But why did I feel all the power held by that slight contact? How did we come as close as we did? Throughout time men have sought that feeling and believed it possible to achieve. Was it as the ancients thought, a product of the alignment of the stars or something much more basic? Was it the brightness of that day, my sitting in that divine spot, with that specific strength of wind combined with those particular trees? I suspect not since it has been like that on many days and they didn't come.

Could it be that if I sit and do the same things, shifting my thoughts along the same patterns they will come again?

But is it all pointless? To what extent does it depend on them as well as me? Does he have to be about to sleep or must he sit as I now sit waiting with open mind?

And where is he? Where was he? When was he there? How did they lock on to me in time and place? Was he a man of my own time? From my family perhaps? I wish I knew for then I might better know how to proceed.

But I feel myself upon the edge of sleep once more. I must keep note because I know I can succeed. I must keep notes. I must keep notes. I must remember this when my mind returns.

V.

Beloved students, do not fear the x z line; words said without any shape some time just before the dawn. A scrap of paper alongside my bed helped me get them right for they slipped away between the time of hearing and rising from my bed. There were other words written in my notes which said, I  come m'lud.

The words repeated in my head and I could hear them once again, a male voice but a new man like none I had never met, stating calmly, Beloved students, do not fear the x z line. How do I know how they were said? It is because their tune lay in my mind. I could feel their presence without displeasure or any feeling whatsoever. Increasingly I learn that it is the feeling more than the substance that shapes my memory and to replay its tune recalls it as it was when it first occurred. The second part was from some one else, a child like voice that tumbled through its words in eagerness to please. But the m'lud I wrote may not be true it carries an uncertain aura. My lettering of this person's words awakes the feeling of 'perhaps' not of something actually heard.

So I feel these words shake out their story and  in between they awaken shapes and tones. There was a bowl, small and almost filled with slopping water that held the voices apart.

I must have fetched a bowl for when I woke there was one upon the window-sill much like the one I had seen. And placed across it pointing outwards at an angle was a pencil. I don't remember doing it but it had to be me, just as the voice and all its sounds mirrored things from me. It made some kind of sense as something I would do to note the time and place of my unawakened state.

As I play these things across my mind the art of memory strikes the chords. There were people waiting for a plane and we laughed at their folly when they accepted they would be in Scotland within an hour. Yes there is a we, me and someone else, perhaps a woman or a girl but I didn't see who she was but it seemed we always had belonged and this was something that the two of us often did.

Then another group of people hurried by heading for a plane. We followed and as we walked another person joined the two of us, a male in leather jacket. The plane we boarded was very old and we unlike the other passengers entered at the back and huddled concealed between the seats and a funny throne-like chair installed in an alcove which had cracked and broken wood around its edge.

We knew right through that journey that this was wrong, these people weren't our friends.

The plane flew for a short time perhaps forty minutes more or less and as it landed from my dreams came a solid picture. We were near the sea and strips of low coastal dunes separated us from the rural airport.

Stumbling down by unremembered means we came across a man working on another plane. You're in northern England, he replied when asked. The sun shone down, the wind whistled through the rigging of the plane and all my subtle senses told me I had never been here before.

VI

I have no understanding of what 'do not fear the x z line' means nor do I know whose voice I heard. That voice started with 'Welcome students' which implies a starting point and a particular relationship. But I saw no-one that filled the role of instructor. I suspect he may be me, a deeper part of me, echoing the resonances of my past.

Of course I wonder what the 'x z line' is but the only elements that resonate with such a theme are my thoughts of ease and unease. These are two clumsy terms but there are none better that I can call to mind. Already I know that what I feel is not the same as on TV it is more like the sensations felt in reading a book. It is like the ghost of memory that helps recall to happen when interrupted in a thought. Every experience I have of this tells me it is a means that everyday words do not cover but there are some that can help me in shaping how I must proceed.

That ghost, the sprite of memory that aids recall of lost mental streams relies on the warmth or shadow it invokes; the happiness or sadness felt;  the pride or shame it roused. By such ephemeral things I have often picked out the nuggets of my thoughts and around them rebuilt the mental world where I was.

If I am to learn the art of united minds I must surely use similar means. Those intrusive voices and the images they invoke will bear their own emotional tones and it is to them I must turn my efforts.

And who better to approach than those who were on that plane with me, those male and female forms who I now feel were my fellow students.  And of the two it was the female form in whom I held most hope for I had the feeling that we had met before.

VII

My mystery companion returned to me last night and it was Anna who brought her back. There were the slimmest of traces that I had grasped from that time before but it turned out to be enough. Two nights had passed without success and then on the third at a time late in the night I sensed her presence once again.  Again the bowl of water with its pencil were in the place on the sill when I awoke but the alignment of one to the other differed slightly.

To get there I had patched her aura to that of Anna, my wife, the person whose emotional essence most permeates my meaning. I chose the sensations of Anna, whose arts define my love of womankind since it seemed to me they held the richest most complex harmonies of my life.

This act alone sent shivers through my mind as I waited while searching for the tone that would signal the strangers return. But these actions are a most potent drug that mimic the settings of sleep and so often they will delay my ultimate aim. There is pleasure and benefit in the ease with which I fall asleep when so absorbed but it means the quest cannot advance except when re-awoken by the calls of night or the coming dawn.

The signal was weak when it arrived but she was there together with a renewed sighting of that plane and land. I could see little of her reality just as on that earlier flight but I knew it didn't matter, not yet and maybe never. But what I was aware of from the start was that she lacked the charisma of Anna. There wasn't the disturbance factor that kept my mind alert. Humour was almost absent and lacked the wry, unexpectedness generated by my partner of over forty years. In both there is intelligence but in this ethereal acquaintance it was haunted by the presence of ongoing stress.

Even as I interacted with this thread of mine I felt her patterns probing me. A sense of disappointment stirred around talents I had not pursued but more than that it was an assessment of what could have been loosely tinged with scorn. But when I turned my mind back to her it lit up  with the pride of things she'd done well. And then a hint of my anger at her lack of independent goals shimmered through my mind. Like sparks lit by cinders our minds rang back and forth while we defined each other against the measures of ourselves.

Take care for this isn't what I meant to do,  I thought to myself and felt it register and echo back.  Yes, take care and I must care for you.  I lost her then but I am confident we will meet again.

VIII

Why? hung like a riff throughout my waking day. Not the why that seeks reason, nor that which asks 'Why you?' The comfort of her tug upon my mind assured that all these other things she already knew.

It had been almost twenty eight days since we last united in my mind yet the thought of 'why?' remained. It was there as we parted and lay as memories do, gnawing at my roots. It was her question as much as mine, Why are we a chosen pair?

But now this question mellowed. We knew it was not a question of choice nor of selection, it was a connection that was natural, inescapable, pre-built into the fabric of our lives. We were different and our ways of interaction with the world had until now often been diametrically oriented. The paths to understanding slowly blossomed as the rareness of our new condition settled below the chain of emotions we now suffered and enjoyed.

We were no longer alone but we were a few, not many. And all of us were alone each in our time. We were not of a single moment or place but scattered over a pocket of human existence. The sensations of oneness-with-others are most strange for they flow like a sweet essence into the recesses of my mind and they trigger things I and they had forgotten as well as those we wish we could disown.

Tossed in the maelstrom of the personal experience of others, energy sapping heat seared my body along with scars of fear from death threats lingering in the skies. Unsteadied by the crush of these I had no time to enjoy the undertow of their family or personal pleasures before the changing energy levels of their worlds consumed me once again. This was not anything that any one of us had felt alone but a collage  unleashed through the collective memory of all. A tidal wave of emotions that left me shaking, shivering like in a violent sea crashing on a shore, tearing at the insecure stance of my human legs striving to deny nature of its fury.

My increasingly anxious mind awash with the chaotic deluge of swirling raw emotions signalled I wasn't ready for this. In dismay I retreated from their presence yet I knew I would return.

IX

Thirty more days passed before she returned. Once more the pencil and the bowl were there when I awoke. The pencil's alignment had changed once more and it seemed to me to be a regular shift around the basin's edge, like the movement of the night sky.

Our mutual quest was softer than the last, it was the search for who. The softness came from both of us through the more respectful tone of our questions and the responses raised were then more informative and less alarming. We learnt, both of us, turn by turn, to enjoy our gift of being in another's mind.

She was a gentle witch beloved by her neighbours. She had sisters but they were no longer there, three were dead, another still-born and two had married and moved far off. She had felt alone since her mother died, more so because of what her mind could do. It was only now at the crisis point of her life that she had dared to venture beyond the realm in which she must survive.

I call her gentle witch because that is what gave her pride. She had been known by that term to those around her ever since she was young. they thought she saw the better things in their minds and they turned to her for healing of their mental wounds. Long ago she had learnt that which I had also learned which was to hide the gift away from those who would see it as unnatural. She, like I, didn't see into the minds of those close to her, she drew from the past and future to ask the questions that seemed prescient to those seeking answers. She had known she had a source not available to others but only over time had she dared to understand its breadth and origins. Everyday survival had taught her to be circumspect.

I knew what she meant and as I was to learn it was commonplace amongst our kind. Yes, enjoy the fruits of praise that come from being considered wise but never let it challenge the tolerance of those who love or might mistrust you. And never come to the attention of those who set the code by which people choose who will live and die.

She was more graceful than I, more tolerant of the ignorance of man whereas in me it showed as a reluctant acceptance of the unchangeable. True, I like her, admired the good that came out of many men and women, but to me it was the dark recesses in the minds of the silent majority that tipped the scales of judgement away from an enlightened race to one of self-serving, short-lived destroyers of us all.

She had no fear of death unlike those around her. It would come but unlike the rest of the world she knew her presence was already held within an eternal strand. Her emotions were now mine, triggered by our mutual understanding of the people's fear and all that it spawns. Ego, ambition, power and unreason are all products of a terminal life but she reads these acts with tolerance, as drivers of the good, while I see them as the core of what we know will come through man, the inevitable flaws of birth from which there is no long-term escape.

The slowly changing nature of our meeting had taken a measured, pleasurable path and neither of us had felt the need to withdraw as precipitously as we had done before and to my delight our meeting ended in a more personal realm of our lives.

It began when her thoughts touched upon her daughters and her sons and I felt her richest glow of pride. Although they would not have her gift they had her presence and she basked in this more than any other thing upon which our minds had dwelled. They were close to her, part of her, carriers of our gift but they would never enjoy it as we do, unlike the beings that from their hidden genes would come.

Her children though would never meet descendants of mine and this saddened me a lot. It would not be our family unions from which the new man would arise.

X

Once again I felt pleased. The man from the flight had come alone.

We both had sought this encounter but it had needed individual contact with the gentle witch to be absorbed by both of us before it would make sense.

I had returned to the images surrounding him, the plane, the airport, his jacket and that weird journey across the English sky.

But now that he had chosen to come I felt that the visions I had seen before lacked truth.

Curious to understand this enigma I settled down allowing the coloured blurs in my mind to take on meaning.

Dark roofed hangars lay around the runway where we landed. The planes on which men worked were smaller and more sinister than the one in which we had flown. He was at ease in this place for it was primarily images from his mind that had lain the physical framework of my earlier vision.

But he was older now, much older.

How could I tell when the images of him were all mine? Because they weren't, of this I was sure. It was resonance of our minds that drove what I felt about my visitors, not the images that those around them might see, but my own creations responding to the depth and breadth of their memories.

He was older and a survivor of tragic horrors that explained why all three of us had united here. His was the strongest pattern and it dominated the shaping of our united visions. That which each of us had viewed was true within this setting but not so in relation to places he had been.

Each of us played our part in shaping that experience and his started with the physicality we perceived.

It was the gentle witch whose mind had sent us on that journey with her strong desire for the discovery of peace from war. It was her emotions that provided the gateway for our union.

And I was the initiator, the one who ached to learn the secrets of those wisps of sharing eternally present in my mind. The shaping of the questions began with me. The motivation of the quest came from me.



XI

Last night I had a vision of a dog jumping clumsily down from an open carriage. Ears back, head turned, tail awag, waiting for his master.

But his master also had to wait. Legs swollen by means not understood by his doctors he relies on strength from those within his line. Debilitating as this illness is, it will pass provided he can keep his doctors at bay but now he waits as the short term remedy builds within his mind.

His companions wait until he has the strength then take him by the hands to guide his fragile, hesitant, stumbling steps towards the ground.

His jacket had that long-worn smell taken on by well-treated leather which held his identity as much as his aged flesh. After all it had been with him though battles and had kept him alive. And it had stayed with him as life had slipped from being his future to this untimely state of treasured memories that now elude recall.

He was still with us and it was from his mind that the rectifier came. In truth beset by continuous mixing his simple strategies were essential filters.

I knew he was the man that flew on that earlier journey. The same man who now gratefully reached the ground. The same man that had rejected me but the dog, though just as faithful, was not the same.

His mind had changed with each setting in which I had encountered him. Rejected, aloof and now dependent it was the same mind and by my choice of stimulus I could feel them all.

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With thanks to Michel de Nostradame whose writings give insight into the prophetic process;

Centuries.1 Quatrain.1
Original Verse in English and French (Benoit Ed.)

Sitting alone at night in secret study;
it is placed on the brass tripod.
A slight flame comes out of the emptiness
makes successful that which should not be believed in vain

Estant a$sis de nuict $ecret e$tude
Seul repose $ur la $elle d'aerain
Flambe exigue fortant de $olitude
Fait p$perer q'ne$t a croire vain.

Centuries.1 Quatrain.2
Original Verse in English and French (Benoit Ed.)

The wand in the hand is placed in the middle of the branches
With water he sprinkles the hem of his garments
A voice, fear: he trembles in his robes.
Divine splendor; the God sits nearby.

La verge en main mi$e au milieu de BRANCHES
De l'onde il moulle & le limbe & le pied
Vn peur & voix fremi$$ent par les manches
Splendeur diuine. Le diuin pres s'a$sied.

 Letter to Cesar (1555)...(PCE3): And by the Prophets and by means of immortal God and the good angels I have received the spirit of vaticination [Lat: prophecy] by which is seen distant things and I have come to predict future events. However nothing can be perfect without him whose power is so great and the goodness to his subjects [is such] and while the spirit remains in them it always affects other subjects since the similarity of the cause of their good genius gives the seer's heat and power approaching us as that of the rays thrown out by the Sun , thereby influencing bodies that are elementary and not elementary.

Letter to Cesar (1555)...(PCE4)

The Prophet of today was once called a seer because my son a Prophet is properly one who sees things beyond the natural cognizance of every creature. And in the event that the Prophet through the perfect light of prophecy clearly appears to be divine as well as human, then it can't be, since the effects of future prediction extend very far.

For the incomprehensible secrets of God and their efficient virtue depends on the long expansion of natural knowledge, deriving their origin from free will. They bring about the appearance of causes which of themselves could not attract enough attention to be known, neither by human augury, nor by any other hidden knowledge or virtue comprised under the concavity of heaven, even from the present fact of all eternity, which comes in itself to embrace all time. But through some indivisible eternity and by means of Hiraclienne agitation the causes are made known alongside the celestial movement.