Sarayu Jones, just another lost symbologist

Since my recent loss of memory has disconnected me from the events that took place in the Lost Symbologist, I have decided to post my latest updates on my own Posterous, Sarayu Jones, and invite you to follow me there, if you want to. In the latest episode I am back in Amsterdam, not exactly lost, just a little confused.
 
 
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Fast synchronicity on a sunny afternoon

This afternoon something odd happened. After an overnight delay I was heading to the Centraal Station to catch my train to Paris. Walking along an Amsterdam canal in the afternoon sun, I recognized someone coming towards me. They said, "Hi Sarayu! I can't stop. I'm in a hurry." and then rushed off into the crowd. I was shocked and unsettled, but could not remember their name or how I might know them. Perhaps it was an hallucination. The sun was shining directly in my eyes. She was a woman between forty and fifty maybe. Even odder was the fact that in the morning I had the feeling that I would meet someone I know today near the station. It was a fast piece of synchronicity. This morning I read this on the Lost Symbologist. "It was as if I had traveled full cycle. Now it was time to return to Earth as a woman, to leave the world of the spirit and take on flesh and bones. For the very first time I became aware of the state of limbo I had been in, a spirit seeking incarnation." That was the moment when I had the intuitive feeling I would meet someone who would recognize me. Am I a recent arrival on this planet? If so, where do I come from?

Waking up from the dreamtime

Although I am fully grown my conscious life stretches back just over two weeks. Could it be that I am a time traveler who has just simply materialized out of nowhere, a nomad from another part of spacetime? Last night I had a strange dream in which I seemed to be slipping out of reality. In the dream I was falling down the side of a vast wall, trying to hold on to a thread that felt like a piece of electric wire. Today I am going to return to Paris, back to the Left Bank apartment where I woke up in this strange new world. I can read and think in French so perhaps I have a connection somewhere in France that can give me a clue. My email account has no contacts so there is nobody to ask if they know me. My emotional state goes through cycles of depression and a sort of false lightness, a kind of carefree, no worries or responsibilities sort of feeling. Something is telling me that I have lost someone. I just wish I knew who they were. Do I come from the magical World Cloud, or have I been living in a dream state, from which I have just woken up?

Retrograde amnesia in an Amsterdam coffee shop


One of the things that Amsterdam is famous for are its coffee shops. As I sit in one of them right now, smoking a pre-rolled joint on a sunny afternoon, I ponder the possible consequences of suffering from retrograde amnesia. Is it just temporary, or will I never be able to figure out who I am? At least I have enough money. I typed my mother's birthday into a cash machine as a pin code, and whoopee it worked, so I can afford to eat and play at being a tourist while I try to put the pieces of my life back together. The strange guy I met at the Centraal Station has vanished without trace. I seem to be in good health, with no sign of injury. My mobile has no contacts in it to call. It looks as if the contact list has been erased. I called every number on the few business cards I have in my pocket book, but nobody could remember a Sarayu Jones. I am not in the UK phone book. Jones is a common name, but I had hoped there would have been a Sarayu out there somewhere. Today I am nobody. If there is a Ceridwen in the Otherworld, can you please get in touch?

A lost symbologist in Amsterdam

Arrived in Amsterdam to meet a complete stranger with whom I had a rendezvous in Starbucks in the Centraal Station. The time and place were in my agenda, although I have no memory of making such an appointment, or buying my train ticket from Paris. The stranger was a man around sixty years old. He told me a strange tale of wormholes and an Otherworld that he said I came from. I told him that I had no idea what he was talking about. Yet he must know more than I do, as I have been reading the story of the Lost Symbologist of which I appear to be a part. My smartphone has an automatic login to the blog. What is going on? My life seems to have vanished, and here I am in Amsterdam, trying to pick up the pieces. Who am I?

Memories lost and found in Paris

This morning I woke up in Paris without a clue about where I was or why. I went for a coffee to Cafe Panis and looked in my bag to see if I could piece together a few facts, that would help me figure out who I am, and why I am here. In my gut is a knot that tells me I must have been through quite a lot of stress in the past few days. All I have to guide me are memories of some crazy dreams about science fiction, and a world far removed from the one I am now in. In my bag I found a British passport, with my picture, in the name of Sarayu Jones, born in Cardiff, Wales. My smartphone logs into Gmail and Twitter, so I have managed to discover that I seem to be a part of some crazy story of which I know nothing. Also in my bag was a ticket valid for travel on today's Thalys from Paris to Amsterdam, which is why I am now looking out of a train window at the Belgian countryside rolling past me. In a couple of hours I'll be in Amsterdam, for a rendezvous with someone that I have never met before. Perhaps they will have some answers for me.

Rabbit hole au chocolat

For the first time in ages I am sitting in a Paris cafe, drinking an espresso. It is a cloudy afternoon. The World Cloud of the KaDoMa seems like a faraway dream. Perhaps it was. At this moment I am just Sarayu Jones, sitting in a cafe, drinking coffee and reading a book. Ceridwen has returned to the Otherworld with Merlin. Alphonse, Gisella and Trylyan have set off on an intergalactic cruise with "Mr Spock." Sir Harri went back to the Caribbean. When I met Aazet, the KaDoMa goddess, I had a feeling she would tell me that I should return through the wormhole. We met in her temple, on the edge of the primal ocean. Ceridwen told me I should enter the temple on my own. Aazet was waiting for me in the inner sanctum. There was very little light, just a few candles burning. The walls were decorated with pictures of Osiris, Horus, Anubis and Isis. Aazet was wearing a long white dress, and she was holding a golden ankh. She looked very similar to the High Priestess of Heliopolis. She did not speak. Instead she used telepathy to unify our minds. In a few minutes Aazet showed me the inner significance of my existence. It was as if I had traveled full cycle. Now it was time to return to Earth as a woman, to leave the world of the spirit and take on flesh and bones. For the very first time I became aware of the state of limbo I had been in, a spirit seeking incarnation. It was time to come out of the bardo. Before I left the temple, Ceridwen came into the inner sanctum to say farewell.
"You are starting a new life, Sarayu." she said. "I'll not be far away. If you ever need me just call my name and I will come to you."
I felt sad, yet excited. Ceridwen gave me a long hug. Aazet was going to beam me directly to Paris, via the wormhole and our trusty rabbit hole. Ceridwen gave me some special chocolate and a last few drops of her potion, to ease the effects of the journey. Within a couple of moments I found myself in the Jardin des Tuileries, in Paris. Apart from feeling a little dizzy, I was fine, and took a piece of Ceridwen's chocolate for a quick energy boost. I walked over the Pont Royal and went into a cafe, where I am now sitting, wondering what will happen next.
 
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Should we stay, or should we go?

Ceridwen has just made a pot of Darjeeling. We are all sitting in her kitchen, trying to decide whether or not to stay on the KaDoMa World Cloud for the long winter night. It would be a bit like spending six months or more at the South Pole. Alphonse would like to stay with Gisella. Those guys are almost an item. Gisella has said that she will not hibernate if we stay, which for a KaDoMa, involves making quite a sacrifice, as it is during the long winter that they regenerate. Alphonse is torn between staying here with Gisella, and wanting to get back to work on the Newton Codex. Sir Harri and Myrddin both want to go back to Earth. Sir Harri is used to the Caribbean, and Myrddin misses Ye Olde Oake. Ceridwen would also like to return to the Otherworld, although she says nothing. Trylyan is having the time of her life with "Mr Spock," the KaDoMa scientist, who is teaching her the finer points of space flight. Spock is a one man starfleet academy. As for me, my curiosity would like to stay, but the thought of having to choose between the kitchen and the freezing cold is just a little daunting, and I am missing Paris. We have to decide now whether or not to stay, as the wormhole closes during the long KaDoMa winter, for security reasons. The few guardians, that will stay awake, are not enough to defend the wormhole portal, so they will close it down when the rest of the KaDoMa start to hibernate. Ceridwen can keep us warm in the kitchen, with Pendragon's help, but it could get a bit overcrowded. Sir Harri and Myrddin are both very restless, and who knows what their mood will be like after a couple of months of winter. Gisella has just told Alphonse that if he decides to leave, she would like to come with us. First she will need permission from Aazet, the KaDoMa Queen Goddess. Then she would morph into a human form, and shed her wings. She seems to be very much in love with Alphonse. Ceridwen is looking at me, as if I am the one who will have to make the decision.
"You will maybe have the chance to return again one day." she says.
"I feel torn between my desire to learn more, and my awareness of just how hard it will be for all of us." I reply.
"We must go to see Aazet." says Ceridwen. "She is wise, and will be able to foresee the future for us."
So Ceridwen, Alphonse, Gisella and I decide to go to see the Goddess. She has her temple on the edge of the ocean, high up among the rocks. Whatever she says, I will agree to.
 
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(Temple of Isis, Philae)

The Long Dark Winter of the KaDoMa

There is a restless mood on the KaDoMa world cloud. For the past few days everyone seems to be busy rushing about. The primal ocean is surrounded by a huge rainforest, and many of the trees here are massive, extremely tall and very, very old. Every KaDoMa has their own ancestral tree, that is supposed to contain their deep spirit. Together with the demons, everyone has started to gather in the harvest, and is preparing to dry the fruits and nuts. The long summer day is slowly coming to an end, and the world cloud is about to enter the dark winter period, as its eccentric orbit takes it further away from Sirius. The bright sky will be replaced by the stars, and it will become extremely cold, way below minus on our temperature scale. Everything will be frozen. All the trees will lose their leaves, and the KaDoMa will shed their wings, and go into a long period of hibernation. A few of them, the Guardians, will keep watch in the long cold night ahead. The Keto will gather together near the hot springs to keep warm. The other side of the iron core, that will now be facing Sirius, is made up of billions of solar power generators, that will keep the temperature within a range that can support life during the cold time ahead. For the KaDoMa this is the time of the Dreaming, when they enter their collective hive, and unite with their Queen Goddess Aazet, whose name sounds similar to the ancient Egyptian name for Isis. Their social structure has a number of similarities to ants. Although they are aware of their individual nature, they also share a common conciousness with the Queen and the hive, and do not have clearly defined boundaries between each other. Pheromones are an important part of their communication system, which is another reason why they hibernate during the winter. It seems to work quite well for them. The High Priest has said that we are welcome to stay, but we must be aware that it will be very, very cold for what, in our time, would be several months. Ceridwen has suggested that we have a meeting to decide what we want to do. I am curious to stay, and share this strange other side of their way of life. Sir Harri and Merlin are ready to go back to Ye Olde Oake, and sit by the fire. Alphonse seems to be quite taken by Gisella, and also wants to stay. Trylyan so far cannot make up her mind. She hates the cold, but also has an astrophysicist's curiosity. Ceridwen is sure that she can keep the kitchen warm, but we would be cooped up together for the whole winter, and going out would be a bit like being at the South Pole. At least we have plenty of tea with us.
 
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First impressions of the KaDoMa world cloud

Earlier today we went to meet Horus the Wise, High Priest of KaDoMa. What exactly day means in the Himmel world cloud I'm not quite sure, as the sun never sets, nor does it rise. The world cloud has an ambient light that remains constant. When the bright lights become too much, it is possible to enter a pod cloud, perhaps better described as a cloudlet, and ask a demon to turn down them down. You can customize the sky and the pod's appearance. I tried what looked very much like a Pacific island by night scenario. It was gorgeous. The High Priest is not only wise but also very old. He looks like a Gandalf with wings. Many of the names that the KaDoMa use to communicate with us are based upon their knowledge of the Earth's history and culture. They don't speak to each other. They hum at quite a high frequency, and also use telepathy. So the name Horus the Wise is their way of explaining that, like the Egyptian Heru, their own high priest is the son of a god but also his father, similar to Horus the Elder. In the short time that we have been here, the KaDoMa have managed to update their understanding of Earth by copying Marvin's data banks, and, I suspect, by reading our minds. As soon as you think of something here, it appears, as if by magic. Ceridwen says we need to stay focused, although Merlin and Sir Harri seem to be thinking of wine most of the time. Ceridwen and the High Priest act as if they already know each other, or maybe it just seems that way, as she also is a master of telepathy. Gisella has been telling Alphonse something about the structure of the world cloud. At its center is a huge core of solid iron (80%), as well as some nickel and a few other elements, including gold and platinum. The core generates the cloud's magnetic field that helps to shield it from cosmic rays. It is in the shape of a disc, and above it is an ocean, where the Keto live, the mammals who are the ancestors of the KaDoMa. The ocean is surrounded by mountains. When their planet was no longer habitable, the KaDoMa created a primal ocean for their ancestors, with whom they can communicate. Keto music is very popular with the KaDoMa. When Alphonse told Gisella about whaling she found it most disturbing, and could not understand why humans would want to kill an intelligent species. Horus the Wise also told us that the KaDoMa were watching the first human steps into space with some trepidation, given our history of war and environmental destruction. He explained that the KaDoMa home planet also went through a terrible stage of evolution, that was very violent and destructive, and only when they were on the verge of extinction did they manage to adapt and find a more peaceful and sustainable way of living. One adaptation that they made was the ability to produce chlorophyll while they were asleep, which meant that they could absorb sunlight and produce energy while they were resting. This resulted in a much lower need for food consumption, and so eating became a light hearted social activity, something akin to a Japanese tea ceremony or a wine tasting. It also meant that large designer sunglasses became very popular. As their bodies became lighter, the fins of their Keto ancestors evolved into wings, and they learned to fly, hence their angelic appearance. Trylyan has got to know a KaDoMa who likes to call himself Mr Spock. He is a Star Trek fan, and he has been giving Trylyan lessons in how to fly the starship. Like Vulcans, the KaDoMa have pointed ears, and so he does have some resemblance to our own Vulcan hero, except that of course he turns green when asleep. Just how much of all this is real, and how much is a show put on on for our benefit I am still not sure.

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(Painting: El Greco/The Annunciation/Museo del Prado, Madrid)

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