If you sort the Surahs with the Muqati'at in order of Ascending Gematria and make a scatter plot of the Order of Revelation vs Surah Numbers, a pattern resembling the Star of David
appears, and if the same data is used comparing the Surah No. vs % Ayat vs % Gematria and another scatter plot is made, a word resembling Allah in Arabic appears.
I think someone with a better understanding of the scripture can clean up the patterns on the scatter plots. I am certain everyone will say it is just random chance that such significant patterns appear, however, given how much the prophet Muhammed (PBUH) has been maligned in the West, I prefer to think he was A Computer Genius!
If you would like a copy of the data, just ask and I'll be happy to send it to you.
From Left to Right: The Three Sisters: play by Anton Chekov; oil painting c. 1580; lighthouses, Masachussetts; corn, beans, squash food triad; Kamoor, Australia; Yosemite, California; Canada; Utah.
Not everything we learn is taught in school, and some things in fact are learned only by Devine Revelation.
If God is the Geometer, then Alan Bennett is a man of God. Notice I don’t write ‘was’, because I know you're still out there Alan, as am I.
In 2001, researchers from the Two Degree Field (2dF) Study (Australia) and the Sloan Digital Sky Survey (Arizona, USA), reported that the universe makes a sound (attenuated and faint at this point in time). While this may be counterintuitive (sound travels in a vacuum?), in the nascent universe I think the sound was not unlike the sound a genuine Tibetan singing bowl makes.
وَالْجَآنَّ خَلَقْنَاهُ مِن قَبْلُ مِن نَّارِ السَّمُومِ
Al Hijr 15:27
And We created the jinns before (humans) from a toxic (scorching) fire.
وَخَلَقَ الْجَانَّ مِن مَّارِجٍ مِّن نَّارٍ
And We created the jinns from a smokeless fire.
وَالسَّمَاء بَنَيْنَاهَا بِأَيْدٍ وَإِنَّا لَمُوسِعُونَ
I hope someone can check the math:
U = N cos^3 theta + E ( sin cos ^2 theta) - D sin theta
V = N ( -cos^2 sin theta sin phi - sin cos^2phi) + E (-sin cos sin phi sin phi + cos^3 phi) + D cos theta sin phi
W= N (-cos^2 sin theta cos phi - sin cos sin phi) + E (-sin cos sin phi cos phi-cos^2 sin phi) + Dcos theta cos phi
[sin(phi)*cot(psi)+cos(phi)*cos(th)*sin(psi) -sin(phi)*cos(th)*sin(psi)+cos(phi)*cot(psi) sin(th)*sin(psi) ]
[-cos(phi)*sin(th) sin(th)*sin(phi) cos(th) ]
During the first century, when Revelation is thought to have been written, stigmata were not as mysterious as they are today. Stigmata—from which the word stigma comes from, refers to leaving a mark by cutting or branding the skin. The stigmata--or mark, on the hand or forehead, were well known to the ancients as slaves, soldiers and pagan worshippers all wore stigmata. In the case of religious devotees the mark was sometimes a pagan god’s particular number; slaves were made to wear their master’s emblem; and soldiers usually bore the emperor’s name or mark on their hand.
There are several references to marks, or stigmata in both the Old and New Testament as well as the Quran and the marks are not only for apostates, but there are instances where God marks out or puts seals on both believers and non-believers, and is even said to number all of them exactly.
But the LORD said to him, "Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over." Then the LORD put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.
Now the glory of the God of Israel went up from above the cherubim, where it had been, and moved to the threshold of the temple. Then the LORD called to the man clothed in linen that had the writing kit at his side
and said to him, "Go throughout the city of Jerusalem and put a mark on the foreheads of those who grieve and lament over all the detestable things that are done in it."
Then I saw another angel coming up from the east, having the seal of the living God. He called out in a loud voice to the four angels who had been given power to harm the land and the sea:
"Do not harm the land or the sea or the trees until we put a seal on the foreheads of the servants of our God."
He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead,
so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name.
This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666
A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice: "If anyone worships the beast and his image and receives his mark on the forehead or on the hand,
he, too, will drink of the wine of God's fury, which has been poured full strength into the cup of his wrath. He will be tormented with burning sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb.
And the smoke of their torment rises for ever and ever. There is no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and his image, or for anyone who receives the mark of his name."
Al-Baqara (The Cow) 2:273
[And give] unto [such of] the needy who, being wholly wrapped up in God's cause, are unable to go about the earth [in search of livelihood]. He who is unaware [of their condition] might think that they are wealthy, because they abstain [from begging]; [but] thou canst recognize them by their special mark: they do not beg of men with importunity. And whatever good you may spend [on them], verily, God knows it all.
Al-'Imran (The Family of 'Imran) 3:140
If misfortune touches you, similar misfortune has touched people as well; for it is by turns that We apportion unto men such days: and to the end that God might mark out those who have attained to faith, and choose from among you such as bear witness to the truth - since God does not love evildoers -
Al-'Imran (The Family of 'Imran) 3:166-167
and all that befell you on the day when the two hosts met in battle happened by God's leave, so that He might mark out the believers,
And mark out those who were tainted with hypocrisy and, when they were told, "Come, fight in God's cause" - or, "Defend yourselves" - answered, "If we but knew [that it would come to a] fight, we would indeed follow you." Unto apostasy were they nearer on that day than unto faith, uttering with their mouths something which was not in their hearts, the while God knew fully well what they were trying to conceal
Al-Ma'idah (The Table) 5:94
O YOU who have attained to faith! Most certainly God will try you by means of the game which may come within the reach of your hands and your weapons, so that God might mark out those who fear Him although He is beyond the reach of human perception. And as for him who, after all this, transgresses the bounds of what is right--grievous suffering awaits him!
Al-A'raf (The Heights) 7:46
And between the two there will be a barrier. And there will be persons who were endowed with the faculty of discernment [between right and wrong], recognizing each by its mark. And they will call out unto the inmates of paradise, "Peace be upon you!"--not having entered it themselves, but longing [for it].
Al-A'raf (The Heights) 7:48
And they who [in life] had possessed this faculty of discernment will call out to those whom they recognize by their marks, saying: "What has your amassing [of wealth] availed you, and all the false pride of your past?
Maryam (Mary) 19:93-95
Not one of all [the beings] that are in the heavens or on earth appears before the Most Gracious other than as a servant:
indeed, He has full cognizance of them, and has numbered them with [exact] numbering;
and every one of them will appear before Him on Resurrection Day in a lonely state.
Al-'Ankabut (The Spider) 29:3
Yea, indeed, We did test those who lived before them; and so, [too, shall be tested the people now living: and] most certainly will God mark out those who prove themselves true, and most certainly will He mark out those who are lying.
Al-'Ankabut (The Spider) 29:11
… and most certainly will God mark out those who have attained to faith, and most certainly will He mark out the hypocrites.
Now had We so willed, We could have shown them clearly to thee, so that thou wouldst know them for sure as by a visible mark: but thou wilt most certainly recognize them by the tone of their voice. And God knows all that you do.
And most certainly We shall try you all, so that We might mark out those of you who strive hard [in Our cause] and are patient in adversity: for We shall put to a test [the truth of] all your assertions.
Ar-Rahman (The Most Beneficent) 55:41
All who were lost in sin shall by their marks be known, and shall by their forelocks and their feet be seized!
Al-Hadid (Iron) 57:25
Indeed, did We send forth Our apostles with all evidence of truth; and through them We bestowed revelation from on high, and [thus gave you] a balance [wherewith to weigh right and wrong], so that men might behave with equity; and We bestowed from on high iron, in which there is awesome power as well as benefits for man: and so that God might mark out those who would stand up for Him and His Apostle, even though He is beyond the reach of human perception. Verily, God is Powerful, Almighty!
Al-Qalam (The Pen)
68:16 سَنَسِمُهُ عَلَى الْخُرْطُومِ
68:16 We shall brand him on the nose [muzzle, snout]!
My only comment is --If you want people to pay attention You have to write more clearly.
In the New Guinea highlands each number is associated with a body part, so that the word for "three" might be the same word used to denote the middle finger.
A c.1996 short film by Tao Ruspoli was a synchronous experience for me but the link has since moved. While the short was loading you could read some interesting facts about pi, but you can find more pi facts at the Joy of Pi website.
Tao Ruspoli's short 'moving pictures' is just like a dream I had circa 1996 and he ties it all in with π and the middle finger! Can't find the link (once at http://www.ruspoli.com/movingpictures) but see his photography at http://www.taoruspoli.com/gallery/8044271_uedHy#523820707_ddtL2
The dangers to which we are exposed from our Women must now be manifest to the meanest capacity in Spaceland. If even the angle of a respectable Triangle in the middle class is not without its dangers; if to run against a Working Man involves a gash; if collision with an Officer of the military class necessitates a serious wound; if a mere touch from the vertex of a Private Soldier brings with it danger of death; -- what can it be to run against a woman, except absolute and immediate destruction?
And when a Woman is invisible, or visible only as a dim sub-lustrous point, how difficult must it be, even for the most cautious, always to avoid collision!
Many are the enactments made at different times in the different States of Flatland, in order to minimize this peril; and in the Southern and less temperate climates, where the force of gravitation is greater, and human beings more liable to casual and involuntary motions, the Laws concerning Women are naturally much more stringent. But a general view of the Code may be obtained from the following summary: --
1. Every house shall have one entrance on the Eastern side, for the use of Females only; by which all females shall enter "in a becoming and respectful manner" and not by the Men's or Western door.
2. No Female shall walk in any public place without continually keeping up her Peace-cry, under penalty of death.
3. Any Female, duly certified to be suffering from St. Vitus's Dance, fits, chronic cold accompanied by violent sneezing, or any disease necessitating involuntary motions, shall be instantly destroyed.
There’s some characters amongst them. That’s for sure. There’s one bloke who sure looks like he needs to get a few burgers into him. He’s the skinniest critter that u’s have ever seen. His arms r pretzels and his legs r matchsticks.
He moves like strings r attached to them. His nickname u’s soon discover is Brains. Obviously because that is the widest part of him. That’s his main muscle.
He’s wucken skinny though.
A 3 out of 10 fart would blow him away.
Excerpt from I’M GLAD THAT I AM NOT AN AMERICAN (THE REAL GAME)
by Gordon Egan
“We are One!” a voice sounded in her right ear as she drew to a stop at the intersection of Bundy and Santa Monica. “We are taking our anti-smoking campaign overseas,” the voices from the unidentified source continued.
Momentarily, her daughter piped in, “Mommy, that man’s smoke is bothering me.” She frowned for emphasis forcing her Mother to take action. Her Mom reached over to the passenger side of their vehicle and rolled up the window on her daughter’s side.
“Mommy, why does that man look funny?” her daughter added, as Mom pulled herself back up behind the steering wheel. This prompted Mom to look past her daughter to the car with the smoker next to them and carefully assess the driver. The man in the vehicle--a silver Land Rover--rolled forward slowly to bring his driver’s window directly into her line of sight. She could discern from his profile that he was not a normal variant of anyone she would consider a contemporary human.His head was noticeably larger and appeared to be nearly spherical. It was draped with very fine blonde hair--nearly colorless--in a Dutch boy haircut that hung limply in the air between the bottom of the back of his head and his shoulders. His facial features, from what she could see, were very flat, with an imperial chin and small, fine-shaped nose. She sensed he allowed her to peruse him deliberately and when he felt she had taken him in in some detail, he slowly turned from profile to face her.
She was initially taken aback at seeing his face; it was not ugly, in fact its features were perfectly symmetric and perfectly formed, however, it was very strange. Her surprise registered on her face. Reading her confusion, his thin lips traced a quizzical smile, and he leisurely dangled his left arm out of his window and with his thumb flicked the butt of his lit cigarette to let some ashes fly.
Her gaze followed the flow of his black clad arm, with his opaque white hand holding the cigarette. There seemed to be one heart beat between them, then he shook his wrist forcing a watch to peek out from under his long sleeve. He continued to nonchalantly dangle his cigarette out the window while studying her, his fingers perfectly long, thin, regular and manicured. While she could not read the brand on his watch, she understood it to be the very finest in time keeping machinations and she was given to understand that she was late for something. He took advantage of the opportunity that time allowed for her to assimilate all of this information about him by quickly moving into the vacated space in front of her vehicle. The traffic light had briefly turned from red to green and back again, allowing only the one vehicle in front of her through the intersection. He moved so quickly that she did not have time to react and to move her vehicle forward. She did not miss out on the fact that the timing of the traffic signal was irregular.
“Now step out of the car and let her take a good look at you,” a young male authoritative voice commanded. While she clearly heard this directive, her daughter was oblivious to it.
To her amazement, the driver-side door to the man’s vehicle slowly opened, reinforcing the impression that the voice(s) she heard were in fact a real presence, yet somehow not everyone in her surroundings could hear them.
“Mommy, what is he doing?”
She only responded by extending her right arm across her daughter's body to keep her from freeing herself of her seatbelt. She continued to watch carefully, as she was given to understand this particular show was happening just for her benefit.
The man extended a very long, very thin, black clad left leg and well shod foot to the ground. Once his foot landed and he tested his footing, he slowly drew his entire body out of the vehicle and remained standing in place, with his back to her, certainly allowing her the chance to take a very good, long, hard look at him.
He was very tall, his erect frame exceeding the height of his vehicle. His legs were spindly and clad in a tight black fabric that enveloped his lanky legs without revealing his musculature. His slacks were beltless and rested snugly without binding on his thin, masculine frame. He had a very small buttocks almost to the point of being non existent. His hips were narrow. The opaque, semi-glossy fabric of his black shirt draped fluidly around his broad shoulders and long arms and was tucked smoothly into his pants. His bulbous head was balanced on a reed-thin long neck. This last detail bothered her most about his appearance since she surmised his neck was about one-fifth the diameter of an average human neck. Overall, she concluded that he was aesthetically pleasing to the eye despite his unusual appearance.
He slowly turned on his heel to face her and stood motionlessly staring at her. She knew to greet him with the obligatory “Peace!” and she did her best to project telepathically to him, however, he seemed non-responsive. He began to walk toward her and while she strained to hear any kind of communication from him or those intrusive voices—all was silent.
She noticed his gate was unusual; he moved like a puppet on a string--almost as if he wasn’t aclimated to the gravity on Earth. As he approach she sensed her daughter's heightened state of anxiety, so she did what any mother would do—she deftly flipped him the bird. She felt this defiant gesture would at least demonstrate to her daughter that she wasn’t afraid and so neither should she be. That same quizzical smile flitted across his lips, so quickly she wasn’t sure it happened at all. He continued to methodically plod his way to the rear of his vehicle, turning his back to her once he reached the tailgate. He gingerly opened it up and she considered for a moment pinning him between the vehicles by rolling up slowly on him, but she was not sadistic. Had she not been miffed at this display in front of her child, she would have laughed at the sight of his thin limbs flying around in search of something in the back of his SUV, when finally he straightened and turned to face her, this time holding two small bottles of Evian water in one of his hands. He raised them slightly to her eye level, went back into his vehicle and drove forward through the intersection. The timing of the light was such that once his door closed, it turned green.
‘Great, they’ll be poisoning the water next,’ she thought to herself. She wondered why no one else seemed to notice the extra-ordinary length of time for the traffic signal to change. No-one honked or even seemed remotely interested in what she and her daughter had witnessed. She drove west behind him for several city blocks until she had to turn north to the service station, and he continued westbound. His vehicle did not have a license plate. She would have liked to chase him down, but she felt constrained by the presence of her child in the car and the need to get to her son before the nursery school closed.
While she didn't appreciate the mystery, the encounter gave her something to focus on outside the chronic pain in her body, and the migraine in her head; 'Who are 'We' that are 'One' and what do I care about any anti-smoking campaign?'
Patient (bewildered): They said when I wake up, I should say 'I want to be a Mom and shop the end-of-the-aisle.'
Doctor (muttering): Do you think I want to see any more of those blonde guys walking around!?
Always best to lead in with a joke when it is a matter of life or death...
I recently came across the published treatise "Invisible Killers: The Truth About Environmental Genocide" by Rik J. Deitch and MD Stewart Lonky and was bewildered with one of the author's involvement in putting it into print.
In fact, the . Maxie Time diary refers to an instance wherein the patient pointedly asks the doctor to assess the possibility that she had suffered a . toxic exposure, leading to multiple chemical sensitivity (August 21, 1996) and he replied,. "That's a controversial issue, asthma is less so."
Simply amazing what a decade of denial can do; let the statute of limitations run out--or is the reader to conclude that the government along with the medico-legal community want to be trendy (a la Al Gore) and are now comfortable extolling the truth about . environmental toxic exposure..
. At any rate, while the book is presented by two experts, the subject of "those blonde guys walking around" is carefully avoided--now that would have made for some really interesting reading!.
Mom: That had to be the longest silent phone call I have ever witnessed.
Son: Mom, haven't you heard of Telepathy?.
Mom: Well, if it's . telepathy, what do they need a phone for?.
Son: They were out of range!