Thesis ~ The Strangest of all Attractors || Preface

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This is the Preface for my first book, entitled Thesis ~ The Strangest of all Attractors.

In the final draft of THESIS, this is the first thing that will be read before you see any of the maps and regions of Gearshift Eden Proper. I'll get those uploaded to Substack eventually. This then leads directly into the first chapter of the book, entitled What Is & What Should Never Be.


The Hasmian Rosetta Stone Inscriptions

Original 1869 translation by Mary-Anne Rutherford McGalland


The Hasmian Rosetta Stone Inscriptions, as described by the Niamaterian Restoration Commission (NRC):

“Found in a cave on one of the desolate islands of Rith-na, this large, fifteen foot tall block of stone has been dubbed as The Hasmian Rosetta Stone. This artifact was used by Mary-Anne McGalland to help decode the Hasmian language in as little as seven Earth months.

‘The artifact was supposedly made around the Earth era of the 14th Century, although modern-day carbon dating cannot give us an exact date. A Hasmian High Priest, likely Evalon himself, ordered for the stone to be moved from the moon of Arcolon to The Osidaiu in Niamaterian. This is why carbon dating is not possible.

‘The artifact has six faces, with these inscriptions written out in five ancient Earth languages, along with Hasmian. These languages are Egyptian, Aramaic, Latin, Mayan and the Indian and Myanmar language of Naga. McGalland was only familiar with Neo Latin when she came upon the stone in the Earth year of 1868. The inscriptions are agreed to be Old Latin, which dates as far back as Earth’s seventh century B.C.

‘The unusual thing of note is that the inscriptions rhyme in English. As far we know, Arcolon and Aplatis did not speak or were aware of the English language at the time of the stone’s creation. McGalland took note of this, but failed to come up with an explanation. Modern day linguists too are perplexed at how these texts seems to be written for English - but well before the English language was known to exist by our extraterrestrial brethren. Conspiracy theories exist on the subject, including one that claims that the inscriptions are fake. These claims are most certainly false.

‘The original source of the inscription’s texts come from The Singing Scriptures, which were a series of books written by Evalon Gar, concerning his conversations with the mythical Aplatoian goddess, Fanswalda. Portions of The Singing Scriptures were later used in The Book of Aplatis, where Evalon made the claim that Fanswalda spoke in a ‘sacral language’ that only he and his fellow High Priests were able to understand.”




Walk, dearest Wanderer,

for may you be lost

You still have your head,

more than these dull, craven, odd lots

These lots are Death’s Angels -

living and yet rotten

Sur-ah-tiph, degenerate,

cursed, ill-begotten

The Contrasts of Limbo

makes flesh and soul auton

The deaths of this madness -

lowest, down-trodden

The Holy Eyes of Aether

of Wandering Gaze

Sees and knows more

than most would dare say

Sees more than those

who spin tales and webs lay

These words which are written

descend from Great Aether

Ev-lon as sole author and

Fawn-swal-della as great teacher -

Death’s Angels push our demise

in ways more than just one

A Wanderer shall stride along

where Death’s Angels cannot

For as cunning and devious

as Death’s Angels may be

The most cunning of all is one

whose life script is not seen

As your world you will loose and

your life shall must fade

Shall also will too

Death’s Angels fall reign

But beware this great death

‘fore death takes full bidding

For death of free spirit comes

‘fore final blow’s beating

For squaring this circle,

fear may, be exceeding

Some is excess but some is

most needing

A virtue for all, aside elite’s

preening

For light upon truth is the

objective at end’s seeing

So walk, dearest Wanderer, for

may you be lost

You still have your head, more

than these dull, craven, odd lots

Still - beware this great death

before final blow’s kill

A demon of fear

that renders you still

Renders you vengeful

without one’s own fill

So heed these wise words from

Fawn-swal-della -

The angry and vengeful pack lies

and they sell them

To people like them, their minds

equally bedlam

Under Contrasts of Limbo -

there is no dark bed

No White Void of Demons

but for the demons in one’s head

All lies and soft truths

mixed well for most dullard

Mixed most well, in fact, for even

most solemn’d

The tools of the trade that

keep those in boxed columns

Delusion and madness which

pour top and down bottom

The dying of light comes upon

many lost souls

A choice to be made, one of ruin,

one of gold

Behold, lo Death’s Angels -

great, mighty swords unsheathed

Boisterous words echoed

no bother, care or heed

Against those like them -

one nation, birth or creed

Differences seen divide those of

same wants and same needs

‘til their breaks are made broken -

a fine powder but proceeds

Those who stand above it all

control these fierce winds

The finest of all grinds but for

the greatest of all ends -

‘til their breaks are made broken

when the dance and music stops

‘til their winds blow far too much

for their own to stay aloft -

Anger and fear are but flaws

of the dumb

Reality operates beyond these

lump sums

All last resorts made by those

who are done

Some plan and conspire, some

affix and re-wire

Some climb and they climb far

up their great spires

Then they slip and they fall -

great plans are not perfect

The greatest of all plans are all

ridden with great defects

The bigger and grander the

plans they concoct

Will fall on their heads, and be

all for naught

So walk, dearest Wanderer, for

may you be lost

You still have your head - more

than these dull, craven, odd lots


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