By Cathy Eck
The Right To Doubt
I remember the first time I heard about the great pyramids of Giza. I felt a deep inner joy. But the reason for my joy probably seems strange to most people. What the pyramids gave me was the right to doubt. And I was hungry for some doubt.
Having spent several years in school by this time, I listened each day as teachers filled me with facts — facts that I didn’t give a damn about. What difference does it make in anyone’s life if I know what year the civil war ended or what order the Presidents served — if we’re honest none. The quality of my life doesn’t change one bit by knowing most of the things I learned in school. At best, I might be able to keep from looking stupid during a dinner party discussion.
It seemed to me that the pyramids were one thing that no one could speak about with conviction. No one could say they were right and another was wrong. They couldn’t give me a half-assed answer about the pyramids; and I loved that. That was a gift that I wanted more than anything. I wanted to find the answers to life’s big questions, not memorize bad answers that didn’t even make sense. I wanted to meet others along the way that gave me pieces of my puzzle. I wanted to experience the thrill of coming to understand and really live life. But it seemed that everyone else was more interested in how much bullshit I could fit into my memory.
The Pyramids and Devolution
The pyramids encompass most of the mathematical principles that have only been rediscovered in recent times. They are oriented to star systems that we did not know about prior to the invention of the telescope. They clearly display the idea that the sun was the center of our solar system — sorry Galileo. They were built with huge chunks of stone placed almost precisely at the 30th latitude and 30th longitude. They were aligned with near perfection to the four directions — east, west, north, and south. People are now discovering that the acoustics of the king’s chamber has a rare purity. The corridors tell the story of the world as seen from the prophets who studied the stars with uncanny expertise. And you don’t have to remember what date they were erected because no one knows what that date is. How refreshing!
To me the pyramids show that before we started to learn things as if we are born knowing nothing, we were very wise. They lend proof to the secret wisdom taught by the lost initiates who were said to have been like Gods.
Lots of people try to define the pyramids, just as lots of people try to define each of us. But you can’t define the pyramids because they are a mystery. And likewise, you can’t define another person for each of us is likewise a magnificent mystery.
People say that the pyramids are tombs, but there is no proof that they are right because there was no mummy found in any of the three great pyramids. They attribute the pyramids to specific pharaohs, but they have no proof that they are right as there are no inscriptions on the pyramids. Since they have no history that is set in stone — no pun intended, we get to use our imaginations.
It is very likely, that these amazing structures were monuments for life — a symbolic representation of Zep Tepi, the Egyptian term for the first time. Zep Tepi was the time when everything was right, when people were loving and kind, and the Gods fulfilled everyone’s needs without effort, hard work, or struggle. It was the Egyptian Garden of Eden.
For some, the pyramids were built by aliens. For others, they were built by slaves. For some they are sound chambers. For others they are tombs. For some they were temples for the priests. And for others they were memorials. There is no right answer, and somehow that is powerfully refreshing in a world where everything has an answer.
The pyramids give us permission to think for ourselves, to create our own idea of how they were erected, and to see if we can stretch our mind far enough to fit them into our view of life. To me, that is as welcome as an oasis in the desert. Yes, the pyramids are amazing architectural wonders — an amazing site to behold. But, I believe that it is the mystique, the uncertainty, the questions they raise that we all truly love about the pyramids. And while I’d love to find the answers, the real history — I’m happy to keep the mystery as long as possible.