The Egg

In this paper I wish to communicate the Derdekea(s) to people collectively as well as to the individual. This is an Aramaic word. In the gnostic, Nag Hammadi Library, the beginning words of the codex titled, The Paraphrase of Shem are: "[The] paraphrase which was about the unbegotten spirit."

"What Derdekea(s) revealed to me, Shem, according to the will of the majesty."

The referred to unbegotten spirit is an entity, a body of vibrations and frequencies we all go through while we are in the wombs of our mothers. As I have said in other places, the number of Vud-hey plus Vav-hey is twenty-six, and this—in its sound as an acronym—is accorded the exalted place of being the most holy of holy names in the bible. Tied to this is the string theory that accounts for twenty-six dimensions, and (further) this leads to the number of letters in Hebrew and Aramaic, with their primary letters being twenty-two in number, related to the total of dimensions in the higher orders, while there are four ending letters (called "Sofit") that connect to the dimensional references in our world of height, width, depth and time. And still there is one more caveat: there is actually a fifth ending letter, the Pey Sofit, which is a translator sitting between the higher and lower orders. It is shaped like an outline of a fetus. This letter speaks of the unborn, of the time when we were awash in the vibrations of the totality. It was at this point in our development that we were in a halfway state, neither of the higher or lower worlds but (in paradox) tied to each. But, while many sages have tried to come to a higher level of awareness through the phenomenon of transcendence, using meditation, it is extremely hard to understand prenatal existence; after the trauma of birth we forgot.

The meaning of Derdekea(s) is raindrop, and can mean the collective rain at the same time.

Picture all of our individual souls as raindrops. We are discrete and physically separated but, behaving like glass beads, we can also act as prisms and lenses, and serve to transfer light. Here's the arrangement I saw: it is as if, in our short lives, we fall near to a great light. Next time you see a street lamp in the rain take note of the secondary radiance, a few feet out from the lamp; that is a product of the raindrops near to the source light and the raindrops act as little lenses. There is a collective glow to mankind, but as philosophers far wiser than I have said, "But we are not of the light;" no, the light belongs to the supreme source, even as we carry a spark of divinity within we are merely borrowing it for the duration of our short terms on this planet. And as far as we individually go, remember that according to kabbalah the maker broke the vessels that held the light, freeing it to go where it would. Some souls have much (some raindrops are very near the source) some have a little light (being farther away) and some have none at all. While the arrangement of the raindrops can mentally resonate it comes from the world of the inanimate. If we wish to relate it to something of life we can observe the Weeping Willow tree. Some of the branches are closer to the trunk than others and some are larger. At the same time that we are like raindrops (as our souls) our beings also resonate with a tree of the Garden of Eden, the Weeping Willow.

All this leads to the first sphere in the arrangement of the twelve, the house of Aquarius, the sidereal month that we are entering. The first is resonant to the infant in the womb; it ties to the first circle at the Cydonia monuments on mars, a picture of an Eiderdown Duck's nest, with the tetrahedron on the edge being symbolic of an egg. Each of the twelve presents a signpost in a normal human life. The first sphere is of the earth, the body where new life is being born at all times, while the twelfth one is the sun, the body that presents itself to the universe as a body that is always in the act of dying. This house is known as the water-giver; the fetus is surrounded by water; the last thing that happens before the actual birth is that mom's water breaks. Planet earth has about the same percentage of water on its surface as a human body. The time in the womb begins as we are an egg; the surface of the earth is made of tectonic plates, like floating parts of broken parts of an eggshell. The infant in the womb is a clean slate so it follows that the age we are entering could conceivably involve a process of erasure for most of mankind's systems and methods.