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RIGEL
This was a necessary break in my current investigation:
The C text speaks for itself. The problem is that we have no ears. I want to scream but I have no mouth. And the chair I am sitting on is biting my leg. ← Words from my internal memory banks. And pictures too →:
... 'My child', said Makea now in a tone of deep sorrow, 'there has been a bad omen for us. When I performed the tohi ceremony over you I missed out a part of the prayers. I remembered it too late. I am afraid this means that you are going to die.' 'What's she like, Hine nui te Po?' asked Maui. 'Look over there', said Makea, pointing to the ice-cold mountains beneath the flaming clouds of sunset. 'What you see there is Hine nui, flashing where the sky meets the earth. Her body is like a woman's, but the pupils of her eyes are greenstone and her hair is kelp. Her mouth is that of a barracuda, and in the place where men enter her she has sharp teeth of obsidian and greenstone.' ... ... Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book', thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?' ...
And Metoro has explained that the hard and sacred Toromiro tree was located in June 7 (i.e. today).
Toromiro was growing down in the waters he said (noho te vai). We should here think of the complementary type of tree, that ideal for making fire - which in contrast grew abundantly everywhere (was not extremely scarce): ... You will notice that the wood is of a soft and spongy nature. It grows abundantly on these islands, and is a variety known as the Hibiscus tiliaceus, and called by the natives 'Purau' and 'Fau', pronounced 'Purow' and 'Fow', 'ow' being sounded as in the word 'how'. You can, if you wish, obtain large quantities of it, by going on board the vessels carrying oranges from these islands to San Francisco; the orange crates are mostly made of it ... Water and fire are incompatible, yet in essence they are the same because they are only different aspects of the same fundamental logos (rule) - the 'foot' so to say.
... Many have blamed the Raven for playing a terrible joke on humanity, for often men and women just barely get along, but somehow from this strange combination of reason and intuition, of muscle and emotion arose that which was needed for the race to survive the storms of life on the shores ... We should now of course take a look at June 6 according to Ca10-5 (260) and also at December 6 (340) where the planet Mars was bound to cross over his own path.
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