Chapter 13

This time as an exception the self-help group met in the open air. The members of the FGA met at a football stadium in California. It was the eve of the Super Bowl and they wanted to be part of the suspense of 800 million spectators around the globe.

They met at the edge of the field at the bottom rows of a curve, because some gods, especially the southern European ones, refused to take a seat on the grass. The stadium was built in the shape of an elongated oval and was a massive stature. The longitudinal buildings, which were directly connected to the spectator stands, had several stories. A stage for tomorrow's pre-match show was set up in the middle of the field. The lighting was switched on and over the advertising and display panels flickered the time countdown to the start of the mega-event. The sky was starlit.

In addition to the usual sequence of events, like the reaffirmation of the twelve-point program and the sharing of those gods or goddesses who asked for it, the presentation of a team of Olmec gods was planned as a special feature. They were supposed to give a lecture on the topic "Sports events as a re-enactment of the fight against cosmic forces". This had been preceded by months of discussion in social networks, as the Greeks claimed that a sports facility could only be a transcendental medium, if at all, if exactly the length of a stadium was maintained. The Maya and Olmecs therefore had no reason to be surprised that their culture had perished, since they had not had the dimensions of their football fields under control. One could speak of good fortune that their cultic ball games in exorbitant squares had not led to the collapse of the whole universe. In order to avoid further conflicts, it was agreed to let the Central Americans present their concept in peace today, in return for which the Greeks should be allowed to speak at the next meeting of the FGA on the subject of "3000 years of the Olympics as uninterrupted ambassadors of peace and culture".

Even before any speech could be given, the evening was completely disrupted and to this day there is no agreement about what actually happened.

First the Menëtu Òpalanïe noticed that something was odd. The sky was suddenly covered with myriads of stars in a way as he had never seen even before the arrival of the whites in America. The light pollution of the surrounding city of Santa Clara also spoke against the sight he was offered.

Shortly thereafter, the earth shook, and the electricity failed. Such occurrences do not yet cause gods to be upset. After all, one was in California, or perhaps one of the colleagues had not been able to control himself, or perhaps he had even found his old strength.

But then matter drifted apart. The lawn with the stage began to shoot up into the sky, the grandstands with the outer buildings broke off the playing field and folded back like playing cards. The gods in the rows of seats could only save themselves by jumping forward. At breakneck speed the top of a mountain rose up. The lawn of the playing field became a tiny carpet on the top, to which the support group clung tightly. Around the foot of the exploding mountain, the earth tore in two and formed a deep trench that seemed to rip open the layers of the earth all the way to its center. The clouds formed a wreath around the mountain and lay far below the gods. Around them was a kind of ether, which they knew partly only from legends. By a miracle they all remained intact and unharmed. As if after a roller coaster ride at supersonic speed, the gods lay there dazed for a moment. Around them were still the headlights and a scoreboard from the football stadium where they had been sitting before a flap of their wings. The bent spotlights began to give light again and the scoreboard also started up again. Following text began to flicker across the screen in constant repetition and in every font or symbolism of those present:

"Welcome to Mount Meru. Please feel free to look around and feel at home. If you should meet our friendly staff, please let them know your time continuum."

From then on the experiences of the participants diverted.

Athena straightened her palladium and went to the highest point of the summit. From there she looked for Olympus, which she discovered in the far distance to the east. The summit of Mount Olympus was far below her, which, as she knew, was only an optical illusion, since Mount Olympus was far away from Europe and the earth was curved. Shortly afterwards she was welcomed by two friendly fauns, who greeted her with canapés and soft drinks. They said they were delighted that she had found her way up and that she was just in time for the talk about mathematics and cosmic order. Without any detour via the mask, she was led to a television studio, where she took a seat on a pedestal next to a green-faced goddess with eight arms on one side and an empty armchair on the other. Polite hands were shaken. Opposite them were about twelve hundred cameras pointed at her. Then the presenter appeared, bald, wearing glasses and an orange robe, who, to her great surprise, was obviously human in composition. How could it be and what occurred to him that he was travelling Mount Meru as a human being? He is also happy to welcome Mrs. Athena and explained to her that it is a small family tradition and he tries to visit every reincarnation as far as possible. He had just been on a US tour in San Francisco anyway and from there it was only a stone's throw away. So, in a few seconds they went on air. Athena asked where the third guest would be. He was already there as was explained to her. A Brahma without form and from pure consciousness. A very nice continuum that doesn't bite. I'm sure you will get along fine.

You hear the jingle of an amazingly pathetic sounding Hammond organ and the talk show started.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad that you've tuned in again in such large numbers and as you know everything here is live as always. Even for those of you who will not receive these signals for several light years, I would like to introduce a very special guest in our midst today. ...the goddess Athena of Olympus, or Mount Meru in Greek.

You could hear laughter from a tape recorder.

"Our subject today is nature, evolution and mathematics. We are therefore particularly pleased to have Mrs. Athena join us this evening. She and her Greek family have made a special contribution to teaching mathematics, like arithmetic, geometry and music to mankind. This has led to many cultural achievements and in many cases has helped to reduce suffering in the world".

A tape and the four pairs of hands of the green-skinned goddess gave a short applause. Athena felt flattered. The topic itself calmed her down, because she knew it inside out. She felt a little sorry for the green goddess because she was so unshapely. But then again, you can't choose your parents - probably Titans in this case. She found the empty chair a bit silly, but she had manners and would try to respect foreign cultures.

The first question went to her. How she and her colleagues would have taught people how to calculate and what was their motivation to do so. She told the cameras that they originally did not want to teach people the laws of nature at all and that they had therefore punished Prometheus for his industrial espionage.

Again, there was polite laughter from the tape.

Then Athena was in her element. She told of the flashes of inspiration they had sent to Pythagoras, of the creative and magical powers of numbers as the basic pattern of natural order, the possibilities of measuring beauty, the perfect geometric bodies of Euclid and, of course, the singing of the planets through their intervals at a distance from Earth, jokingly adding that she hoped Mount Meru would not cut a disharmony in the sound of the spheres.

Then man and the green eight-armed woman asked interested questions. Athena noticed that her talk partner was holding artifacts such as cymbals, daggers or prayer chains in her hands, that were constantly changing according to the content of the conversation or emotion.

Then it came to a somewhat unpleasant situation. The presenter said that the supposed God in the armchair had a question. The name of the god sounded so complicated in Athena's ears that she could not remember it. The green woman, who was later introduced to her as Sudassa, and the person looked attentively towards the empty armchair. Athena heard and understood nothing. Then the man said to Athena:

"Please, what do you say?"

She looked confused into the twelve hundred cameras.

"Um, sorry, I didn't understand the question..."

The presenter solved the situation elegantly and professionally by remarking that the Brahma with the unpronounceable name here had accidentally switched the Greek word Chronos with Kairos.

"Yes, these are different concepts of time," said Athena, who still did not understand what was going on.

"A good point, thank you Mrs. Athena," said the presenter and, with a barely perceptible movement of his little finger, ordered an applause from the tape recorder.

Then it was Brahma Sudassa's turn. She was asked for her opinion on natural laws, cosmic order and harmony. Athena felt left behind, as she did not understand a lot of things, but she did not show because everyone was so friendly with each other and because it was apparently not a discussion but only a presentation of different points of view.

Sudassa raved something about the fact that mathematics, intervals and forms are certainly something wonderful for people on existence level number five. The view of a flower or listening to music is certainly something harmonious and beautiful there and thus contributes to joy. Joy, on the other hand, is certainly a helpful factor on the path to knowledge. From other levels, however, one could assume that flowers or music are received as beautiful because the recipients are conditioned to perceive these things as beautiful. The same applies to the beauty of the mathematical laws of the cosmos. This experience is perceived as beautiful by many beings because they assume that these laws originate from a mind or consciousness similar to their own. This leads to the opinion that a higher creative being is at work in the background. The truth, however, is that the mind of the recipient is simply formed according to exactly the same laws as the mathematics of the world he lives in. The beauty of things is simply a part of their functional design and not the product of a Creator God.

For Athena, the subsequent conversation with the third guest consisted of a long silence until the final applause woke her.

"Thank you, Ms. Athena, for participating in this vertical exchange," said the presenter as he left the studio.

"May I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"The colleague in the empty chair. Did he really exist?"

He pondered her question for a moment.

"Brahma Akincannayatanupa? He and all the gods on Mount Meru know that they do not exist."

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