written in his handwriting.
The Sefer Yetzirah describes how Yahweh created the universe and all living things within it using the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew alphabet. It explains that God “molded the letters as bits of clay into parallel and complementary strings.”
Parallel and complementary strings.
Like the intertwined strands of DNA in the double helix.
The Sefer Yetzirah tells us that God created all living things using the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew alphabet by molding the letters as bits of clay into parallel and complementary strings. The sixty-four unique codons of our genetic alphabet are always found in groups that code for twenty-two specific genetic letters.
Shall we accept this as mere coincidence? I cannot.
The codons of DNA are made up of three genetic letters. The Hebrew language is based on root words from which nouns, verbs, adjectives, and all other grammatical variations derive. For reasons no one has been able to explain, these Hebrew root words are made up of three letters.
Like the three genetic letters in each codon within our DNA.
My father recorded in his notes that Eliphas Levi, the famous French occultist, wrote that “the Sefer Yetzirah is a ladder formed of truths.” I cannot help but observe that the double helix of our DNA is often described as having the appearance of a twisting ladder.
Were Hebrew mystics and scholars unknowingly passing along an ancient knowledge which they could not understand?
Who taught them this knowledge?
My father once said that books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations. What other secrets, hidden by ancient scholars in the writings of humanity’s oldest civilizations, are waiting to be discovered, concealed in dusty volumes, slumbering, untouched, unread?
Thirty-seven
Dr. Joshua Ambergris’ Residence
Uptown Manhattan, New York
Shafts of sunlight thrust through the windows of the dining room, leaving distorted squares of light on the wood floor as Arakai crept across the dining room to the kitchen. Ambergris’ housekeeper was blissfully ignorant of Arakai’s presence. Her back was turned as she merrily scrubbed the kitchen sink with a sponge, softly whistling the theme music from Jeopardy . The scent of lemons filled the air.
Arakai crept up behind the middle-aged woman, moving silently, until he was close enough to see the individual gray hairs on the back of her head. He now brandished a Taser, having placed the knife back in its hidden scabbard.
The impact of the Taser bolt against the housekeeper’s back came just a fraction of a second before the first surge of electricity traveled down the thin wires connecting the bolt to the Taser. She cried out in surprise and her back arched involuntarily.
The pink sponge fell from her numb fingers and bounced once on the kitchen floor.
“You simply must stop that whistling,” said Arakai.
The air crackled and popped with ozone as Arakai held down the trigger on the Taser. Arakai calmly began counting.
“One, two, three…”
When he reached five, Arakai released the trigger, terminating the flow of electricity, and took a step to one side.
The woman’s stiff body swayed forward, then back, before crashing to the tile floor, collapsing in a heap of rubbery limbs as her muscles unlocked. The fingers on her left hand twitched twice, and then were still.
Arakai stepped over the pile of housekeeper on the floor and turned off the warm water running in the kitchen sink. He inhaled deeply, fond of the fresh scent of lemons.
Now that we’ve finished that untidy bit of business, Dr. Ambergris, let’s see where you keep your private things.
Thirty-eight
Quiz’s Office
Subbasement, Millennium Tower
Manhattan, New York
Quiz cracked the knuckles on his left hand. He rubbed the fatigue from his eyes and popped open another Diet Coke.
“Can I have one of those?” asked Grace.
Reluctantly, Quiz plucked another can from the
The Sefer Yetzirah describes how Yahweh created the universe and all living things within it using the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew alphabet. It explains that God “molded the letters as bits of clay into parallel and complementary strings.”
Parallel and complementary strings.
Like the intertwined strands of DNA in the double helix.
The Sefer Yetzirah tells us that God created all living things using the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew alphabet by molding the letters as bits of clay into parallel and complementary strings. The sixty-four unique codons of our genetic alphabet are always found in groups that code for twenty-two specific genetic letters.
Shall we accept this as mere coincidence? I cannot.
The codons of DNA are made up of three genetic letters. The Hebrew language is based on root words from which nouns, verbs, adjectives, and all other grammatical variations derive. For reasons no one has been able to explain, these Hebrew root words are made up of three letters.
Like the three genetic letters in each codon within our DNA.
My father recorded in his notes that Eliphas Levi, the famous French occultist, wrote that “the Sefer Yetzirah is a ladder formed of truths.” I cannot help but observe that the double helix of our DNA is often described as having the appearance of a twisting ladder.
Were Hebrew mystics and scholars unknowingly passing along an ancient knowledge which they could not understand?
Who taught them this knowledge?
My father once said that books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations. What other secrets, hidden by ancient scholars in the writings of humanity’s oldest civilizations, are waiting to be discovered, concealed in dusty volumes, slumbering, untouched, unread?
Thirty-seven
Dr. Joshua Ambergris’ Residence
Uptown Manhattan, New York
Shafts of sunlight thrust through the windows of the dining room, leaving distorted squares of light on the wood floor as Arakai crept across the dining room to the kitchen. Ambergris’ housekeeper was blissfully ignorant of Arakai’s presence. Her back was turned as she merrily scrubbed the kitchen sink with a sponge, softly whistling the theme music from Jeopardy . The scent of lemons filled the air.
Arakai crept up behind the middle-aged woman, moving silently, until he was close enough to see the individual gray hairs on the back of her head. He now brandished a Taser, having placed the knife back in its hidden scabbard.
The impact of the Taser bolt against the housekeeper’s back came just a fraction of a second before the first surge of electricity traveled down the thin wires connecting the bolt to the Taser. She cried out in surprise and her back arched involuntarily.
The pink sponge fell from her numb fingers and bounced once on the kitchen floor.
“You simply must stop that whistling,” said Arakai.
The air crackled and popped with ozone as Arakai held down the trigger on the Taser. Arakai calmly began counting.
“One, two, three…”
When he reached five, Arakai released the trigger, terminating the flow of electricity, and took a step to one side.
The woman’s stiff body swayed forward, then back, before crashing to the tile floor, collapsing in a heap of rubbery limbs as her muscles unlocked. The fingers on her left hand twitched twice, and then were still.
Arakai stepped over the pile of housekeeper on the floor and turned off the warm water running in the kitchen sink. He inhaled deeply, fond of the fresh scent of lemons.
Now that we’ve finished that untidy bit of business, Dr. Ambergris, let’s see where you keep your private things.
Thirty-eight
Quiz’s Office
Subbasement, Millennium Tower
Manhattan, New York
Quiz cracked the knuckles on his left hand. He rubbed the fatigue from his eyes and popped open another Diet Coke.
“Can I have one of those?” asked Grace.
Reluctantly, Quiz plucked another can from the
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