Pythagoras

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Pythagoras was the son of a gem cutter. His merchant father had been initiated into the Ancient Rites of the seagoing Phoenicians at Tyre.

His mother was a native of Samos, the birthplace of Hera, and an island in the misty Aegean, which in a previous age had been a centerpiece of the Minoan homeland.

Pythagoras sailed to Egypt, where he became a priest for many years. He downed excessive numbers of bowls of that greatest of Egyptian inventions, beer. He saw the pyramids, the sacred Tetractys, the most elemental of all 3-dimensional shapes. He would mentally carry that sacred geometry back with him to Tyre, and Sidon, and became himself an initiate of the Ancient Mysteries of the sea-people.


But, Pythagoras had a penchant for starting trouble, and he was taken as a slave to Babylon, where he philosophized with the descendants of Moses and mentored a young Ezekiel, who would later become a prophet. As the Babylonians were like to do, they recognized a great talent in Pythagoras, and they invited him to their psychedelic rave. There, in Babylon, Pythagoras partied his face off with the Magi, and he learned to hear the music of the spheres. He gazed at the stars, and measured time with the astrologers, probably smoking some sort of concentrated hallucinogenic dried camel-dung fungus, or something, and drinking Egyptian beer or that crappy watered-down red table wine that the caravans always ripped people off with.

Anyway, it was during that time that the Hebrew was returning to Jerusalem to build the second temple. Pythagoras hitch-hiked, caught rides on the backs of camels and donkeys and chariots, and returned to the Phoenician coast, where he boarded a ship and rode the winds and waters back to the Apennine Peninsula, with his spiritual brothers (the Phoenicians). When they weren't dealing with rigging and sails, they drank some of that good wine that came from the western reaches of the Phoenician trading circuit. And they smoked phat hindies of the balm of Gilead.

Dude returned to the Apennine Peninsula around the time of the establishment of the Roman Republic, where he studied the science of government, and he established a community of righteous dudes and babes. They sang and played music in precise accordance with the divine ratio and the sacred geometry of 3-dimensional reality, and they formulated some kick-ass mathematical theorems,
and they danced. They danced in a spiral of communion in time with Fibonacci's number. But, they also invoked the bane of the local political establishment, specifically the career professional politicians. The Pythagorean community was burned out, and many were killed, and a few scattered, perhaps up the Danube to the lands of the Celts, where the druids shared with the Pythagoreans the concept of the transmigration of soul.

Many centuries later, the isles would be converted to Christianity. But, some vestigial paganism survived within the cult of Christ. With the early explorers, it discovered the New World, and confronted the shamans of the Native American, and it recognized itself.
 

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