Sword of Aquarius
a romantic political tragedy novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
Volume 7 of the 12-volume series, The Lodging for the Rose

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Chapter 12 - Project USA.

      "Yes," she said, "let's make it so. But let's do a little of it now. Let's do it here, today, tomorrow, and always. Let's be 'married' anew on this higher level that has no boundary, where our bond is a love that is out-flowing and enriching one another and uplifting the whole world. Let's us be the first to have the ceremony that universal celebration ceremony that acknowledges what our unfolding love unites."

      "This ceremony will celebrate a miracle," I replied, "do you realize that? Love without boundaries is a miracle. It is divine Love, a love that meets all human needs. We must acknowledge that foundation in our ceremony so that we can go on more freely and expand our love evermore. Also, we should have many more such ceremonies in the future. Perhaps one every year. Let's have ceremonies that celebrate our moving ahead instead of anniversaries that remind us of what had been. And why just every year; why not constantly? The entirety of our life should be one single celebration of love, of the oneness of all humanity, of the divinity of man. Anything less won't do."

      Sylvia nodded with a big smile. "Right, and as we go forward," said Sylvia, "as we move into the future, we must consider other expressions of this oneness in terms of other types of unions based on the same principle. We must do this just as we must consider other types of music to explore what our life should be like if life is to be without limits. I am thinking about Sibelius, the Sibelius Violin Concerto. Its music speaks to me of a passionate celebration with the excitement of being touched by the wonders of life. This is music for a new type of dancing that never lets up. This, too, is what I want our life to be like. It should be a part of our new, infinite wedding march."

      "Indeed, that's what all living should be like," I replied, "shouldn't it, Sylvia?"

      "Pete, with these movements we can transform the world into something far richer than has ever existed before," Sylvia acknowledged.

      "So, our big expanding wedding celebration in China, that takes us one step further, is really on?" I asked. "Then the fondi should be terribly scared."

      She nodded and smiled, "But don't worry about tomorrow. Instead, think of our wedding celebration today, our gratitude for all love with which we will light a fire right across the world, all at once, beginning with our start-up celebration here and now. Think about the wonders of even contemplating this acknowledgement. Think of what is involved in the flow of an constantly expanding love without limits, which our openness to love has brought into view. Think about the brilliance of the unknown, the yet to be explored, perhaps even the unknowable. If we do that, we won't have time to think about tomorrow. And of course, to answer your question about our China project, that larger ceremony that is designed to begin and never to end, will be the first thing on the agenda in our brave new world." Sylvia spoke these words with a sense of joy that seemed like a fresh new wind compared to the drab experiences in our lecture work. "In fact, our China project is almost completely arranged already," she added. "A single phone call to Steve will be enough. We can make this call together as soon as we get back to our rock by the sea."



      On the way back to the motel, with the motel almost in sight, Sylvia referred to the big wedding celebration once more. "Steve suggests," she said, "that the celebration must be held in China, which has a long history of spiritual commitment. He also suggests that the celebration should be arranged as soon as possible to counteract the presently unfolding developments towards a new war. Steve suggests that in generating a widely based commitment to love lies our hope for defeating the specter of a new war in this region that could spread throughout planet."

      "There is no reason why this can't be done, and can't be all beautiful," I said.

      "Of course, it can't be anything else but being beautiful," Sylvia replied, "if the process is modeled after the sun."

      "In this case," I said to Sylvia, "we mustn't forget the beautiful melodies of Mozart's Piano concertos. These are so infinitely rich and complete that they stand out like an inner peace that nothing in the world can erase or supersede." I said cautiously. "This, too, is a dimension which our lives should reflect."

      Sylvia just nodded and smiled.

     

      Before we went to sleep that night, while Sylvia relaxed in the bathtub, she asked me to get the map out to determine how long it would take us to get back home, and which intersection would be the best to get to the interstate that would take us East, to the coast. Then she pointed out that we need to add one more musical dimension to what our future should be like. She spoke about the violin concerto of Phillip Glass, that unfolds into a continuous flow of music that seems to challenge one's very concept of infinity. It keeps recycling with endlessly new variations that may seem the same but never are. Glass portrays a lateral infinity that echoes Helen's lateral lattice. "It seems to challenge even one's widest vision and desire to embrace more," said Sylvia.

      "Indeed, we should add this to our celebration," replied.

      "Yes we should," said Sylvia, "but for now, I am satisfied that our cup is full. We are having a beautiful celebration ceremony already," she added. "We are venturing into realms upon realms in our thought that no one has been in before, perhaps not even the composers of that music that we have been talking about."

      I agreed. "Still, there is something missing in all this," I said to Sylvia, who was still in the bathtub. "We need something that lies above all this. We need something that can get us from where we are, to where we want to be." I pointed out cautiously that wishing has never solved anything. I suggested that I had a pretty good idea what this additional element should be, which we need to find. It must be something that goes beyond even the nature of beauty, all the way to the sublime, because it is there, in the sublime, that we find the deepest realization of Truth."

      I decided to let Sylvia digest this idea for a while, because truth and beauty are linked, through this link that is not easily seen, while the nature of Truth cannot be understood without it.

     

     

      When we got onto the Interstate on our way home, I found it easier to let the mind contemplate the sublime. At this point the city of Auburn lay far behind us, the traffic had thinned out.

      "Where will this take us?" Sylvia asked, "and I don't mean the I80. The I80 takes us to Salt Lake City, I know that. I am talking about the movement that takes us beyond beauty to the sublime."

      "That takes us back in time," I replied. "It takes us back some twenty-five-hundred years to 500 BC, to something profound that the people had understood once in that age, which most of humanity doesn't understand anymore. It takes us back to something I had almost forgotten myself, to something that the German poet Goethe had made a poem about. I am talking about the saga of Prometheus. I am talking about Aeschylus, the patriotic poet of the early Greek Classical era who wrote the great trilogy, Prometheus Bound."

      I told her that as far as I could recall, the image of Prometheus is rooted deeply in Greek mythology where Prometheus comes to light as an immortal being who ranked among the gods, but as a criminal. His crime was that he defied the pagan deities of Olympus. He had taught humanity the technology of using fire. For this he was condemned. In the oligarchic world, represented in the play by the gods of Olympus, no greater crime could have been committed than aiding mankind's self-discovery as an intelligent species. The Olympian Zeus has banned human beings from the discovery of the use of fire. That's the oligarchic method. It is designed to prohibit human development, especially scientific and technological development. Its dictum for mankind is death by poverty. The modern equivalent of the Olympian dictum is the Postindustrial Society Doctrine. Premetheus has defied the ancient oligarchic doctrine by giving mankind the freedom of the discovery and use of technology and the development of science. The ancient Olympians couldn't roll back what Prometheus had enabled. They could punish him for it, but they couldn't roll back the advance of mankind. That is what the Prometheus play is about. Prometheus remained defiant of the Olympians. But what about us? What Prometheus won, we have carelessly thrown away. Beginning in 1951 with the CIA sponsored Congress for Cultural Freedom the banning of technology, the shutting down of scientific and technological progress, began anew. We have betrayed Prometheus by allowing this course, and with this betrayal the postwar world began to collapse. It started with the ban of sanity in international finance in 1971, followed by the ban of fair trade under free trade. In conjunction with this, we saw the ban of DDT and CFC, followed by the ban of truth in the form of the oligarchy's global warming project. And all of that was just the beginning. Today we are deeply mired in war and in the killing and torturing of human beings. Prometheus has been betrayed.  In order to end this betrayal we need to understand what Prometheus stood for."

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