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Origin of the Rigveda

(Note: Yes, the image below is not from the Rigveda, but from a Nepalese Devimahatmya palm leaf scroll. Just intended to demo a little Sanskrit.)

sanskritThe Rigveda is the oldest extant collection of Vedic Sanskrit hymns and was composed during the early Vedic period (1700 – 1100 BCE) by the Rishis (sages). It was during the earliest portion of this era that Abraham/Ibrahim was traveling through the Indus Valley region.

Accordingly, both the words, Rigveda and Rishi, have related Sanskrit/Hebrew roots. In Sanskrit, Rigveda is a compound of the roots “rc” (“praise”) and “veda” (“knowledge”). In a Semitic twist, we also see that the Hebrew root compound means very much the same thing.

The Hebrew root “reg-” means “festival”, as in the word “regalim” (“times” or “festivals” [of praise]). As a rule, a festival is always held at a specific point in the yearly calendar, hence the use of the root “reg” to also imply “time”, “measure”, “standard” or “rule”; this later carried over into both Greek and Latin. The meaning of “veda” in Sanskrit is precisely the same as for the Hebrew word “yedda” (knowledge).

The Sanskrit word “Rishi” (sage[s]/seer[s]) is equivalent to the Hebrew word “arshim” (sages). In fact, there are a number of examples of words with the Sanskrit root “rish” that translate directly with Semitic words with the root “arsh”.

The Rigveda begins with the Hymn of Creation. Below, you can see how similar it is in its ex nihilo premise to Genesis 1 (b’reshith aleph) of the Hebrew Bible.

The Creation Hymn

A time is envisioned when the world was not, only a watery chaos (the dark, “indistinguishable sea”) and a warm cosmic breath, which could give an impetus of life. Notice how thought gives rise to desire (when something is thought of it can then be desired) and desire links non-being to being (we desire what is not but then try to bring it about that it is). Yet the whole process is shrouded in mystery.

Where do the gods fit in this creation scheme?

The non-existent was not; the existent was not at that time. The atmosphere was not nor the heavens which are beyond. What was concealed? Where? In whose protection? Was it water? An unfathomable abyss?

There was neither death nor immortality then. There was not distinction of day or night. That alone breathed windless by its own power. Other than that there was not anything else.

Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning. All this was an indistinguishable sea. That which becomes, that which was enveloped by the void, that alone was born through the power of heat.

Upon that desire arose in the beginning. This was the first discharge of thought. Sages discovered this link of the existent to the nonexistent, having searched in the heart with wisdom.

Their line [of vision] was extended across; what was below, what was above? There were impregnators, there were powers: inherent power below, impulses above.

Who knows truly? Who here will declare whence it arose, whence this creation? The gods are subsequent to the creation of this. Who, then, knows whence it has come into being?

Whence this creation has come into being; whether it was made or not; he in the highest heaven is its surveyor. Surely he knows, or perhaps he knows not.

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The tone and approach are different from Genesis, but a good part of the story is the same. The original story of the creation was passed down orally from Adam and later recorded by Abraham as part of the Book of Formation (Sefer Yetzirah — which answers many of the questions posed in the vedic hymn). Many years later, it was reconstituted by Moses at Sinai in both an Oral and Written form.

It’s now likely that you will think of Abraham/Ibrahim the next time you hear the words “brahma”, “brahmana” or “brahmin”.

If you are Hindu or Buddhist, please take no offense. It only means that we are all indeed brothers. And, if you are Daoist, you’re not getting off scott-free; turns out Lao-tse may also have been a Jew who traveled to southwestern China from the expanding Medo-Persian empire.

For further reading on this slant, you might want to check out this cached link, “Indian Abraham” (the original seems to have gone missing). Some erudite work done there. I can’t subscribe to all of it, but it is, nonetheless, an excellent read. And maybe an eye-opener for some.

And then there’s Dr. Ken Biegeleisen’s 1994 book, “Whoever You Thought You Were… You’re a Jew!” But, Dr. Ken is not just a theo-social commentator; his paper on Circular DNA is most definitely worth checking out.

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Back From Whence I Went

Hi guys,
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Just got back from (you’ll never guess where) … the future.
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You may be shocked by this, but they don’t have a lot of nice things to say about us. First, though, I should tell you how this crazy cruise began…
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TimeMachineThe idea of the experiment was to project myself forward in time, by a small but easily measurable amount: One single second.

I synched my personal timer with the master control clock and stepped into a Quantum state isolation chamber (Qsic) that was designed especially for this investigation. On the exterior of the Qsic containment shell was a third timer, which I had also pre-synched with the master clock. By opening a small window in my cramped cabin, I could view the time recorded there – without leaving the ‘vehicle’. This was necessary for two reasons: safety, of course; and to maintain the integrity of the quantum continuum initiated by the Qsic, which (as anyone from the future can tell you) is the only way to return to your space/time departure frame once you leave it. (Of course, you never really leave it unless you disrupt the quantum continuum by powering down or opening the hatch. And you won’t want to do that, unless you’re not planning to come back.)

A series of tiny windows (1 cm in diameter) are strategically positioned around the craft in order to optimise outside viewing upon ‘arrival’ at the destination frame. The mini-windows are precisely-ground polycarbonate lenses. Since it’s impossible to see through these dim, obtusely-focused portals with the human eye, CCD cameras are interfaced in a holographically-compatible array which provides excellent views of one’s future surroundings – but only though a 2D display monitor or virtual reality helmet.

So, I depressed the GO switch and it immediately popped up again, meaning one of two things: a) the circuit failed; or, b) the experiment was complete. All lights indicated System OK, so I flipped open the external timer window. Something strange there. I snapped it shut and then flipped it open again. Same result. And then I simply flipped.

Nine hundred and fifty years! It took me a few minutes to figure that out because the readout was hard calibrated only in seconds and miniscule fractions thereof. But nine hundred and fifty years! I was supposed to lose only one second – not the lifespan of Noah!

Apparently, one second at light-speed nets you one light-second of time travel; or, just under 30 billion seconds of geo-temporal fast forward at a ratio of one second to one centimetre.

I didn’t even bother to check the cameras to see what, if anything, was out there. I was more excited about building new theoretical models that would conform to what I had just learned. I hit the Safe Return button instinctively and it responded by popping immediately back out. All systems were running trim and error-free. I was home.

As the Qsic powered down, I checked my outside environment indicators (you want to try and avoid Morlocks at any cost, I think ~ [thx HG]) and stepped back into my lab. Once the communications harnesses were securely coupled to the hull access port, I started the Qsic’s digital debriefing and diagnostics (QD3) suite. Everything registered right down the middle. The experiment was an unqualified success.

But for the lame assumption I made in configuring my timecalc subroutines, I could find nothing out of the ordinary. Best of all, especially for me, the Qsic’s Safe Return system executed a flawless, automatic clawback from nearly a thousand years out!

Yeah, I’d say it was a good day.



The following morning, I noticed an anomaly in one of the image pattern buffers. It was full. They should all have been nearly empty. After all, I’d only visited the future for about three minutes. All but one of the thirty-six buffers checked out fine. Number 17 appeared to be holding about four hours of video.

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So I watched it.

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Like I said earlier, the people of the future aren’t too crazy about us right now… er, right then? Nope, I was correct the first time. Right now. (It’s always now.)

Anyway, what I’ve got is one hour each of Oprah, Springer, Donahue and Griffin – complete with commercials. And a three minute segment of what appears to be a little girl, perhaps five or six years old, telling me off, in no uncertain terms, about our environmental mismanagement; our “lack of basic values and the virtue to apply them,” (she scolded); domestic violence; community violence; inter-community violence; and, of course, War. According to her, we were/are nothing short of “monstrous”.

It seems that when they rediscovered our “lost” civilisation, all they could find or successfully recover were television shows and some well-preserved DNA. The exact locations of the biological samples had been stored in a database that they were able to parse.

They apparently found nothing to redeem us in the millions of hours of television they resurrected. And worse, when they cloned a few dozen of us, all hell broke loose within twenty years. Their well-organised society nearly suffered a catastrophic collapse, partly owing to the fact that the DNA they found belonged to a group of violent, recidivist sex-offenders that were part of a gene therapy research program.

“Please… JUST STAY HOME!” she glowered into the camera, as the screen faded to black.

Smart kid.


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