The puzzle of the Sampo

December 10, 2006

Part 30 Ozone Hole

Joel Akin

From every beginning to every ending there is a starting point. Now if this were the starting of a new edition then where would we be?

Lets make a small assumption that Earth was lost in space. Now in the Episode with Will Robinson and the Robinson family the bad guy was the doctor and if I know him he set the compass spinning and left our heroes in the dust. He had no compassion although occasionally his conscience aided him a little. Most of the time it was Will or some other member of the family who helped them escape from a planet about to blow up.

Sometimes we think the story is ours so lets assume this one is mine because most people don’t talk about the Sampo except in ancient literature. It becomes the world tree. It becomes the source of knowledge for some. Some put it with the occult, some with religion some with mythology, some with legend and some... well maybe a few as history.

Now if history records things as mythology then we read it and think “Its an epic poem or a call from the past which speaks to the id or the idea that man is a tree.” Now if we were a tree and if the Sampo were meant to be part of our past heritage then what do we do with our knowledge from today? How do we fit the theory of evolution into it for example? After all every committed scientist out there factors in evolution as a composite of fact and theory not yet proven. For example the medium of age of the earth and sun are at a level of 4 billion years based on the decomposition of radioactive elements. Lets suppose that radioactive elements have half lives in the millions of years. An element of cesium for example would have a life that were measured in the millions. It becomes the lay down of an ancient comet that smashed into the earth creating a demise for the dinosaurs. Lets assume scientist were right and that there was an ancient meteor which brought about Dinosaurs demise. Then they ended and the mammal kingdom began. Now the mammals are having a hay day because they don’t have to factor in the dinosaurs anymore. So the dinosaurs become, not a legend or a curse planted by Satan, but a fact. Now if facts become legend then it is man who ad libs and creates an addition to the true facts. Lets face it. Man wasn’t there, at least of this age. He only went back in theory. So lets assume that mans theory is based on a matter of elemental physics but Sherlock Holmes would come and look at all the facts and say “Elemental my dear Watson. Elemental.”

Now lets assume that man made one mistake in his theory about dinosaurs and that is they didn’t come from earth they just visited us here. How would one go about finding the proof for such a theory as mine. That dinosaurs were carnivorous because they were bred that way by men like beings who came from the stars. And they lived on earth and it was here that men bred them for sport and for livelihood and for food and for riding. Not many animals out there big enough now to ride. Maybe ten to twenty types of beasts? Maybe that wasn’t enough and people wanted more than cows, horses, camels, elephants and so on to ride. They wanted beasts that could fight and protect them in riding through jungles. It is a thought and if men find human artifacts with dinosaur bones its not like they can share those things with other scientists. Its not kosher and things like that would be cast into obscurity.

Anyway the Sampo is part of the puzzle that men face for its foundation stones are located all around the planet. Most of us are puzzled by pyramids and giant stones and underwater tunnels and carvings and roads and mazes. It is a jungle out there and scientists come in and make up theories and try to explain things and build reputations on what they can know. Yet when it comes to the ancient past the scientists who say earth is four billion years old are off. Well, lets just say in some ways they are off. I won’t go into their theory much except to say that they are doing the best they can with the facts. And yet in every fact one has to remember the Lost in Space episodes that if its possible to become lost then it will happen. And if the Sampo which is fairly recent in history is lost as myth then how can we cast aspersion on those things even closer to us. Those things that we see and still can’t explain.

Every person in the world has dreams and some write them and some share them and some just go on day by day wishing for a good meal or a good home. And if I cast aspersion on that then maybe I need a lesson in home love.

Now I can’t measure out this story of the Sampo except to say that it was a big dream and one that was carried to Paradise and back. It was carried by the Hope Med Ici crew and it was carried to Katalina and it was carried to her friends. It was carried by the Leathers on Mars and a woman there named Erowind who helped them build the Hope Ship. It was there on Mars that men who were Grel and women who were angel rose up and stuck around for a long time carrying the name of Hope forward. We hear of her occasional in words. Once in a blue moon that is.

Sometimes it seems that our measures are never good enough and people are forwarded into time and they are lost in space. So lets make a small assumption that one of those who were lost in space was one of the ships from Panasia called the Anobis crew. Anobis was a saying that “let there be no abyss” because they had foundered on a stretch of darkness so deep that none of them could figure out where they were. It was there that chance intervened and they were struck by a Dark Star carrying Sin on a rendezvous with a new star about to bloom named Polaris. And the Anobis was a museum ship and a museum ship is made up of various words that come down to us today. They are Mu, Muse, Mum, and a few other words I’ll probably share later. It was the first word though which became part of our culture. For it was in Southern Alberta where the first ship, the Anobis ship crashed next to the park of Glacier National Park.

Now history doesn’t make a record of this and some wonder if such a ship were to crash then what happened to it. To answer that will require a little explaining because the Anobis ship held within it a crate. And in this crate was a man who was neither dead nor alive. He was a man, yes, but he was also a tree. And this tree was a man who carried a curse. Now most curses that we know about are based on the Cur for the Curs were those dogs whom we called the Grel and Gerel breeds. They lived in a distant star system close to that which we now call Canis Major. It wasn’t meant to be a joke nor was it meant that the Currellians would be long time visitors to Earth. Going back millions of years to a time when there were only a handful of people who lived here. Now if history seems to repeat itself it is because there are stories that are similar. And those stories carry forward somehow and we carry the burden of those similarities. Some call them chance, some call them synchronicity. The fact is there were women who lived here in that far off age who were part of a royal family. And it was a coincidence that they were related to the Holy Spirit family. Well, maybe not a coincidence for Earth is a royal planet.

It was there that the Curs planted themselves in a settlement on the far side of the Planet in the asian realm of what is now the Middle East. It was before this age. Perhaps millions of years ago. It was there that they set up their cur network and began culling the land for treasure. Digging deep within the earth and ransacking it for anything of value. They found it and they stole it and they didn’t stop. Perhaps in a way we can owe the Dirt Dogs beginnings to them. For they robbed history for a living and it was on earth, realm of the ancient University for men and key to that for women, when they, the Curs rose up against men for the first time.

Now they carried a song and that song they called a Cha N T or a chanty song of the sea. It was a real song they delighted in singing and there is nothing wrong with that. It is just that the sea dogs delighted in finding words, any words they could and striving to make it sound dirty. Now that may sound funny to some and to the dogs, the curs, it was. They called it Cursing. And that is a real world word that came down to us from our ancient past. It went into Sea Legs and Legs put iron to it. And from iron it rose into fear and fear rose up upon the waves and waves became part of the story. For waves carried tales and tales carried waves and waves became a hint of the ‘w ve’ and they added women often to the song and the song of I was that which held the most truth. For they loved adding I’s to the story and a “W i ve’ became a tale that rode upon the seas and claimed her legend from the tale of the sea hag and the she toad and the rex of the heart long. For there were tales so deep that men fell into their snare and loved to join in cursing. It became a key to men and their hearts for in the song and in the beat there rose a trade in things like oar and salt and boat and long ship. And it was long ships which carried men by oar and it was that oar which carried one in later days we will called the Devil.

Now the Devil wasn’t a seaman at heart but he was a dog and a curs and a cursing man. And he loved to ride upon the rails, as he called it, and taste the spit of the wind on his cheek. And it was that spit that froze other men but it was the cold that welcome this man. For he was cold like the east wind and it was the east wind that held the cold and not the North which was fair. It was the East wind which carried the wharves and the strength of the sea and men rode it towards their sun for if the sun carried it to them then it held a song to which they could add a dogs tale.

Now then there were in North America in a settlement we’ll call Mississippi. It was there that women lived. Three of them and one more fair than the sun that rose with pink and red and harnessed horses of white hooves to scud the sky and stamp out their morning greeting. She was the first Cinderella. Now I spoke of Cinderella and I said that she lived and was born of Katalina and that is true. What I didn’t tell you is that she, in a sense, had a distant ancestor. A distant ancestor that lived on earth in ancient days. And she really was called Cind or Cinda or Cindy and perhaps the rella was part of the story which came to her. For there was no one more fair and she was of pure royal blood without a blemish. For of the first and perhaps of the last there will be no one like her that existed. For she could not be conceived for beauty and her truest name was Belle.

Now Belle had no concept of the Sampo as yet and of Sampola, the one I call Sandwich, well, she lived in a distant galaxy. She was alive then and very much beautiful also but there was no one like Belle. It is said that a beautiful woman turns even a dogs head there was one we call the Devil who lived on the far side of the world and he loved the dirt and treasures of graves and things dead and things robbed. And he found a treasure that he craved and it was Belle.. And he swore a curse which went into his heart that he would not rest until he found a way to her. For if he could not woo her he would rob her and carry her beauty with him into the grave itself.

And so he set a pace towards North America with a crew of the first Par Rots. The men of rot and death and grime and dirt. Perhaps if I repeat myself they might best be described as Pirates and not birds. For of the pirates some might ask their distinction and perhaps it might interest you to know that pira mids and pira tes were of one and the same lineage. Some won’t like that simply because that which is of the devil is also backwards for that which had lived. And if there were a revolution it was because a man named after the Devil lived. I guess those play on words bother some and that which the pirates carried was greed for war. They carried war to people and people had to learn to fight and in fighting they had to learn to discern who was and who was not the enemy. With pirates they were generally easy to discern for they loved cursing. And a cursing man was considered a better fool than a lover. Well, so much for history.

Anyway the pirates rode up the Mississippi delta and found the foundational homes that had been there from that beginning of time. It was a place of beauty and it was a place of tranquility. And it was a place of history for the pirates came and they did what pirates do. The only difference is they met little resistance. It seems there would be those who would or at least should fight with sword or musket. But it was a time of peace and men of peace do not always shield themselves with weapons of warfare. Maybe that which we call the plow was greater than the sword for people were fed and that is more than a man who steals can say for those he steals from. He cares nothing for the poor but probably will be the loudest to speak up if he is robbed.

They found Belle and she was out walking amidst the garden and it was a beautiful day. She had heard rumors of the Pirates but who would think they would find her? Yet they did and leading the group of swaggering tes was one we will call the Devil. He was real and he was handsome in a way. Carrying a heart of dirt he did and he wore her down into the meadow and took that which was her most precious gift. Her life.

Now I know that seems a foolish thing to do and it doesn’t make any sense and for the devil it was the worst thing he had ever done. It was as if he had carried that curse to her and in a moment of time he had thrown away all that his dark dreams carried. He had raped her and killed her. It wasn’t that she was frragile but it was that she was young and he was Grel, a giant. And he killed her dead.

Now this should be the end of this sordid tale. It should be but it wasn’t. It wasn’t for one reason. The ships that the Curs rode upon were those which rode upon the waves. They were ships of technology. They were ships which were able to heal and to help. Now that might sound contrary but even a parrot doesn’t want the last part of his name to fester. He wants to be made well and the Devil had fulfilled his curse and cursed his name for it. For he wanted her alive and he had killed the most beautiful woman who ever existed.

And he took her to his ship on the run and he placed her within the healing chamber. She, fragile, like a doll. And he watched and he mourned for her. And she did not stir and she did not wake and she did not move. And he said “I will not give up until I have woken her from this sleep that I have cursed her with. I shall carry her to whomever I can find and will pay any price no matter how high. For I shall see this Cinda this woman of beauty awake from her sleep.

So he, that giant Grel we call the Devil, rode with her upon the seas to his home in the Middle Asian realm and there he found his ship and he flew with her to the world that we will call Mars. And it was there that there dwelled a ruler, some might call him wise, but I would say he was a fool. For his name we will call Sin. And Sin was the first Wizard. The only one. And it is he who loved sound and music and carried it to heights undreamed of. And into his world came Cinda. A woman who slept within the chambers he called Death. And it was her body he stared at with awe. For he had heard rumors of this woman but no one had actually met her. And her beauty bespoke of rhymes and measures and songs and trumpets and bowls filled with honey and myrrh. And she was the epitome of beauty. And yet she slept the sleep of death. For her men would give their lives and Sin saw her and was willing to take her for his own though it took all of eternity. And he saw only one obstacle. That one we shall call the Devil. For he held her close and would not divulge much except to say he would pay any price no matter how high to restore this one to life.

For some this restoration to life would mean that there would be a joke at the end for surely only God held that power. But for Sin the wizard it was a power that he craved. A power to own life and to restore a soul to this vessel would be the work of a thousand lifetimes. And he craved her soul and he cried out in his heart to God but he could not hear for the sound of the one who carried Cursing in his heart.

Now some would not ask this story to see if it is true. They would catch up with it and ask “Could it be true” and I do wonder sometimes the words I pen. But let us just say that it could be true and if she who was of the heart, she who was Cinda, the first was also one that came under a curse. The very first. Some said it was a witch that cursed her. Some said it was a hag. Some said it was her own carelessness and the pricking of a needle. But of history I will say this is closest to the truth. That there was a Devil, a Grel, a giant of a man who took her life in a moment of passion and spent an eternity striving to restore her to life. And he turned to one man, the first and only Wizard named Sin who also fell in love with her. She who had lost her body yet was carried in a swoon of time. A swoon where her soul was captured in a healing device on a cursing ship. A ship that carried her to Mars where a man named Sin began to play with something we call ore. And it was that ore which we will call the storing up of a persons memories. For Sin believed that the soul was carried in the body in replicate. And he searched for it in the blood and in the brain and in the bile.

And he found a secret that we will say carried him to the grave with those he called the Dirt Brothers. For they forsook Earth and they turned to Mars and there they spent an eternity searching for clues to life. For Mars held its secrets but they dug for them well. and from those graves were found the clues to those we call the Elves. For the great Elf is what they searched for. He was called Time. He had other names but it is said that he was part of the future and the distant past. And if you could find him you could find his brother. For his brother lived on Mer, which did exist then and they studied him and it was there that Sin became a sailor with the Dogs and he grew to hate Death for various reason including that which we will call the Royal Salt.

Now all these things are true and it is only chance that took Death to a distant star in a distant Galaxy where he lived for a time as the guardian of a young woman named Erowind. For she held a secret that Sin craved. And it was that secret she saw in the tree. Well, life has its secrets so I’ll share it because some day you’ll say you knew how it would end you just didn’t know the inbetween parts. For the secret she held, well it was partly her father and partly her past. For her father we will call the Holy Spirit and her father was of life. Yet there was that relationship which Death held to the Royal Na. And it was Death that went into the tree. And it was that tree that Erowind saw falling in a distant land and she hated trees for she saw the death of death. It puzzled her and it bothered her and she didn’t know that she carried Sin forward from her distant past and it was sin in her which kept having this vision of his own death. That which we call the Second death.

Now this story gets complicated so I’ll just share this. That Death became separated from Erowind and returned to the way he had come so long ago. A path where he had become separated from himself and fallen from a far land. Now if time seems strange it is that Death was an Elf and Death was Time and that which we call separation could only happen in time. For Death returned to the earth at a time when that part of him seemed to be there to be destroyed. He didn’t know that it was a ruse and was not really himself but it was Sin who had given life to Time so that he could be there for the great new time. And of Death we know that he was carried home to earth in a casket. He was carried down to Paradise where he was planted with a memorial called Pan of ancient Far. It held the knowledge, the very dust of Time or Pan as we now call him. Returning to himself if you will that for the first time in a long time that one we call Death returned to that which was of himself...Time. And there in the Garden God smiled and waited because he knew that the answer was in hope and the answer was that story carried forward by Fara Fa Set and the crew of the Hope Med Ici. For Time had gone back to the beginning of Mars to warn those we call the El, the people of God, that the Devil, Sin and others were planning on taking over the Universe. And it had to return full circle in order for all things to become complete. And that secret plan of God started six hundred trillion years previously could begin to bear fruit we call Life. And that is a story worth waiting for don’t you?