The Lost Symbol Chapter 83-85

CHAPTER 83In the moist air of the Jungle, the Architect of the Capitol could feel the sweat today rolling down his back. His handcuffed wrists ached, scarcely all of his attention remained riveted on the ominous titanium briefcase that Sato had and opened on the bench between them.The content of this case, Sato had told him, allow for persuade you to see things my way. I guarantee it.The particular Asian woman had unclasped the metal case away from Bellamys line of sight, and he had yet to see its contents, exclusively his imagination was running wild. Satos hands were doing something deep down the case, and Bellamy half expected her to extract a series of glistening, razor- sharp tools.Suddenly a light source flickered inside the case, growing brighter, illuminating Satos face from beneath. Her hands kept moving inside, and the light changed hue. After a few moments, she re locomote her hands, grasped the entire case, and turned it toward Bellamy so he could see inside.Bell amy shew himself squinting into the glow of what appeared to be some kind of futuristic laptop with a handheld phone receiver, two antennae, and a parlay keyboard. His initial surge of relief turned quickly to confusion.The screen bore the CIA logo and the textSECURE LOG-INUSER INOUE SATOSECURITY CLEARANCE take 5Beneath the laptops log-in window, a progress icon was spinningONE MOMENT PLEASE . . .DECRYPTING FILE . . .Bellamys gaze shot back up to Sato, whose eyes were locked on his. I had not wanted to show you this, she said. But youve left over(p) me no choice. The screen flickered again, and Bellamy glanced back down as the file opened, its contents filling the entire LCD.For several moments, Bellamy stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. Gradually, as it began to dawn on him, he felt the seam draining from his face. He stared in horror, un suitable to look away. But this is . . . impossible he exclaimed. How . . . could this beSatos face was g rim. You tell me, Mr. Bellamy. You tell me.As the Architect of the Capitol began to richly comprehend the ramifications of what he was seeing, he could feel his entire world teete promise precariously on the brink of disaster.My God . . . Ive made a terrible, terrible mistakeCHAPTER 84Dean Galloway felt alive.Like all mortals, he knew the condemnation was coming when he would shed his mortal shell, but tonight was not the night. His corporeal perfume was beating strong and fast . . . and his attend felt sharp. There is work to be done.As he ran his arthritic hands across the pyramids smooth surfaces, he could scarcely believe what he was feeling. I never imagined I would live to witness this moment. For generations, the pieces of the signon office had been kept safely apart from one another. Now they were join at last. Galloway wondered if this was the foretold time.Strangely, fate had selected two non-Masons to assemble the pyramid. Somehow, this seemed fitting. The Mysterie s are moving out of the inner circles . . . out of darkness . . . into the light.Professor, he said, turn his head in the didactics of Langdons breathing. Did lance tell you why he wanted you to watch over the little package?He said powerful people wanted to slew it from him, Langdon replied.The dean nodded. Yes, putz told me the same thing.He did? Katherine said suddenly on his left. You and my brother spoke active this pyramid?Of course, Galloway said. Your brother and I have speak on many things. I was once the Worshipful Master at the House of the Temple, and he comes to me for guidance at times. It was about a year ago that he came to me, deeply troubled. He sit exactly where you are now, and he asked me if I believed in supernatural premonitions.Premonitions? Katherine sounded concerned. You mean like . . . visions?Not exactly. It was more visceral. peter said he was feeling the growing presence of a dark force in his life. He sensed something was watching him . . . w aiting . . . intending to do him bang-up harm.Obviously he was right, Katherine said, considering that the same man who killed our mother and Peters son had come to Washington and become one of Peters own masonic brothers.True, Langdon said, but it doesnt explain the function of the CIA.Galloway was not so sure. Men in power are always interested in great power.But . . . the CIA? Langdon challenged. And mystical secrets? Something doesnt add up.Sure it does, Katherine said. The CIA thrives on technological advancement and has always experimented with the mystical sciencesESP, remote viewing, sensory deprivation, pharmacologically induced highly mentalized states. Its all the same thingtapping the unseen potential of the benevolent mind. If theres one thing Ive learned from Peter, its this Science and mysticism are very closely related, distinguishable only by their approaches. They have identical goals . . . but contrary methods.Peter tells me, Galloway said, that your field of study is a kind of modern mystical science?Noetics, Katherine said, nodding. And its proving man has powers unlike anything we give the sack imagine. She motioned to a stained-glass window depicting the inhabitn image of the Luminous Jesus, that of Christ with rays of light flowing from his head and hands. In fact, I nevertheless used a supercooled charge-coupled device to photograph the hands of a faith healer at work. The photos looked a lot like the image of Jesus in your stained-glass window . . . streams of energy pouring finished the healers fingertips.The well-trained mind, Galloway thought, hiding a smile. How do you think Jesus healed the sick?I net, Katherine said, that modern medicine ridicules healers and shamans, but I saw this with my own eyes. My CCD cameras clearly photographed this man transmitting a massive energy field from his fingertips . . . and literally changing the cellular makeup of his patient. If thats not godlike power, then I dont know what is.D ean Galloway let himself smile. Katherine had the same fiery passion as her brother. Peter once compared Noetic Scientists to the early explorers who were mocked for embracing the heretical notion of a spherical earth. Almost overnight, these explorers went from fools to heroes, discovering unknown worlds and expanding the horizons of everyone on the planet. Peter thinks you will do this as well. He has very high hopes for your work. After all, every great philosophical shift in taradiddle began with a single bold thought.Galloway knew, of course, that one neednt go to a lab to witness inference of this bold new idea, this proposal of mans untapped potential. This very duomo held healing petitioner circles for the sick, and repeatedly had witnessed truly miraculous results, medically documented physical transformations. The question was not whether God had imbued man with great powers . . . but sort of how we liberate those powers.The old dean placed his hands reverently aroun d the sides of the masonic Pyramid and spoke very quietly. My friends, I do not know exactly where this pyramid points . . . but I do know this. There is a great spiritual treasure buried out there somewhere . . . a treasure that has waited patiently in darkness for generations. I believe it is a catalyst that has the power to transform this world. He now touched the flourishing tip of the capstone. And now that this pyramid is assembled . . . the time is fast approaching. And why shouldnt it? The promise of a great transformational enlightenment has been prophesied forever.Father, Langdon said, his tone challenging, were all familiar with the Revelation of deification John and the literal meaning of the Apocalypse, but biblical prophecy hardly seemsOh, heavens, the Book of Revelation is a mess the dean said. Nobody knows how to read that. Im talking about clear minds writing in clear languagethe predictions of Saint Augustine, Sir Francis Bacon, Newton, Einstein, the list goes on and on, all anticipating a transformative moment of enlightenment. Even Jesus himself said, postcode is dark that will not be made known, nor secret that will not come to light.Its a safe prediction to make, Langdon said. Knowledge grows exponentially. The more we know, the greater our ability to learn, and the faster we expand our knowledge base.Yes, Katherine added. We see this in science all the time. Each new technology we mull over becomes a tool with which to invent new technologies . . . and it snowballs. Thats why science has advanced more in the last five years than in the previous five thousand. Exponential growth. Mathematically, as time passes, the exponential curve of progress becomes almost vertical, and new development occurs incredibly fast.Silence fell in the deans office, and Galloway sensed that his two guests still had no idea how this pyramid could possibly assist them reveal anything further. That is why fate brought you to me, he thought. I have a role to play.For many years, the Reverend Colin Galloway, along with his Masonic brothers, had played the role of gatekeeper. Now it was all changing.I am no longer a gatekeeper . . . I am a guide.Professor Langdon? Galloway said, orbit out across his desk. Take my hand if you will. Robert Langdon felt uncertain as he stared across at Dean Galloways outstretched palm.Are we spillage to pray?Politely, Langdon reached out and placed his right hand in the deans withered hand. The old man grasped it firmly but did not begin to pray. Instead, he found Langdons indicant finger and guided it downward into the stone nook that had once housed the golden capstone.Your eyes have blinded you, the dean said. If you saw with your fingertips as I do, you would realize this box has something left to teach you.Dutifully, Langdon worked his fingertip around the inside of the box, but he felt nothing. The inside was perfectly smooth.Keep looking, Galloway prompted.Finally, Langdons fingertip felt somethi nga tiny brocaded circlea minuscule dot in the center of the base of the box. He removed his hand and peered inside. The little circle was virtually invisible to the sensitive eye. What is that?Do you recognize that symbol? Galloway asked.Symbol? Langdon replied. I can barely see anything at all.Push down on it.Langdon did as he asked, pressure his fingertip down onto the spot. What does he think will happen?Hold your finger down, the dean said. Apply pressure.Langdon glanced over at Katherine, who looked puzzled as she tucked a wisp of hair behind her ears.A few seconds later, the old dean finally nodded. Okay, remove your hand. The alchemy is complete.Alchemy? Robert Langdon removed his hand from the stone box and sat in bewildered silence. Nothing had changed at all. The box just sat there on the desk.Nothing, Langdon said.Look at your fingertip, the dean replied. You should see a transformation.Langdon looked at his finger, but the only transformation he could see was that he now had an indentation on his skin made by the circular nubbina tiny circle with a dot in the middle.Now do you recognize this symbol? the dean asked.Although Langdon know the symbol, he was more impressed that the dean had been able to feel the detail of it. Seeing with ones fingertips was apparently a learned skill.Its alchemical, Katherine said, sliding her chair closer and examining Langdons finger. Its the ancient symbol for gold.Indeed it is. The dean smiled and patted the box. Professor, congratulations. You have just achieved what every alchemist in history has strived for. From a worthless substance, youve created gold.Langdon frowned, unimpressed. The little parlor trick seemed to be no help at all. An interesting idea, sir, but Im hangdog this symbola circle with a round dot in the middlehas dozens of meanings. Its called a circumpunct, and its one of the most widely used symbols in history.What are you talking about? the dean asked, sounding skeptical.Langdon was stunn ed that a Mason was not more familiar with the spiritual importance of this symbol. Sir, the circumpunct has countless meanings. In ancient Egypt, it was the symbol for Rathe sun godand modern astronomy still uses it as the solar symbol. In Eastern philosophy, it represents the spiritual insight of the trine Eye, the divine rose, and the planetary house of illumination. The Kabbalists use it to symbolize the Ketherthe highest Sephiroth and the most hidden of all hidden things. Early mystics called it the Eye of God and its the origin of the All-Seeing Eye on the enormous Seal. The Pythagoreans used the circumpunct as the symbol of the Monadthe Divine Truth, the Prisca Sapientia, the at-one-ment of mind and soul, and the Enough Dean Galloway was chuckling now. Professor, thank you. You are correct, of course.Langdon now realized he had just been played. He knew all that. The circumpunct, Galloway said, still smiling to himself, is essentially the symbol of the Ancient Mysteries. F or this reason, I would suggest that its presence in this box is not mere coincidence. Legend holds that the secrets of this map are hidden in the smallest of details.Fine, Katherine said, but even if this symbol was inscribed there intentionally, it doesnt bring us any closer to deciphering the map, does it?You mentioned earlier that the wax sealskin you broke was embossed with Peters ring?Thats correct.And you said you have that ring with you?I do. Langdon reached into his pocket, found the ring, took it out of the plastic bag, and placed it on the desk in front of the dean.Galloway picked up the ring and began feeling its surfaces. This unique ring was created at the same time as the Masonic Pyramid, and traditionally, it is worn by the Mason in charge of protect the pyramid. Tonight, when I felt the tiny circumpunct on the bottom of the stone box, I realized that the ring is, in fact, part of the symbolon.It is?Im certain of it. Peter is my closest friend, and he wore this ring for many years. I am quite familiar with it. He handed the ring to Langdon. See for yourself.Langdon took the ring and examined it, running his fingers over the double-headed phoenix, the number 33, the spoken communication ORDO AB CHAO, and to a fault the words All is revealed at the thirty-third degree. He felt nothing helpful. Then, as his fingers traced down around the outside of the band, he stop short. Startled, he turned the ring over and eyed the very bottom of its band.Did you find it? Galloway said.I think so, yes Langdon said.Katherine slid her chair closer. What?The degree sign on the band, Langdon said, present her. Its so small that you dont really notice it with your eyes, but if you feel it, you can tell its actually indentedlike a tiny circular incision. The degree sign was centered on the bottom of the band . . . and admittedly looked to be the same size as the raised(a) nubbin in the bottom of the regular hexahedron.Is it the same size? Katherine moved close r still, sounding excited now.Theres one way to find out. He took the ring and lowered it into the box, aligning the two tiny circles. As he pushed down, the raised circle on the box slid into the rings opening, and there was a faint but decisive click.They all jumped.Langdon waited, but nothing happened.What was that? the priest said.Nothing, Katherine replied. The ring locked into place . . . but nothing else happened.No great transformation? Galloway looked puzzled.Were not done, Langdon realized, gazing down at the rings embossed insigniaa double- headed phoenix and the number 33. All is revealed at the thirty-third degree. His mind filled with thoughts of Pythagoras, sacred geometry, and angles he wondered if perhaps degrees had a mathematical meaning.Slowly, heart beating faster now, he reached down and grasped the ring, which was affixed to the base of the cube. Then, slowly, he began turning the ring to the right. All is revealed at the thirty- third degree.He turned the rin g ten degrees . . . twenty degrees . . . thirty degreesWhat happened next, Langdon never saw coming.CHAPTER 85Transformation.Dean Galloway hear it happen, and so he didnt need to see it.Across the desk from him, Langdon and Katherine were dead silent, no doubt staring in mute astonishment at the stone cube, which had just transformed itself loudly before their very eyes.Galloway couldnt help but smile. He had anticipated the result, and although he still had no idea how this development would ultimately help them solve the riddle of the pyramid, he was enjoying the rare chance to teach a Harvard symbologist something about symbols.Professor, the dean said, few people realize that the Masons venerate the shape of the cube or ashlar, as we call itbecause it is a three-dimensional representation of another symbol . . . a much older, two-dimensional symbol. Galloway didnt need to ask if the professor recognized the ancient symbol now lying before them on the desk. It was one of the most famous symbols in the world.Robert Langdons thoughts churned as he stared at the transformed box on the desk in front of him. I had no idea . . .Moments ago, he had reached into the stone box, grasped the Masonic ring, and gently turned it. As he rotated the ring through thirty-three degrees, the cube had suddenly changed before his eyes. The square panels that made up the sides of the box fell away from one another as their hidden hinges released. The box collapsed all at once, its side panels and lid falling outward, slapping loudly on the desk.The cube becomes a cross, Langdon thought. Symbolic alchemy.Katherine looked bewildered by the sight of the collapsed cube. The Masonic Pyramid relates to . . . Christianity?For a moment, Langdon had wondered the same thing. After all, the Christian crucifix was a respected symbol within the Masons, and certainly there were plenty of Christian Masons. However, Masons were also Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, and those who had no puddle for their God. The presence of an exclusively Christian symbol seemed restrictive. Then the true meaning of this symbol had dawned on him.Its not a crucifix, Langdon said, stand up now. The cross with the circumpunct in the middle is a binary symboltwo symbols fused to create one.What are you saying? Katherines eyes followed him as he paced the room.The cross, Langdon said, was not a Christian symbol until the fourth century. Long before that, it was used by the Egyptians to represent the intersection of two dimensionsthe human and the celestial. As above, so below. It was a visual representation of the juncture where man and God become one.Okay.The circumpunct, Langdon said, we already know has many meaningsone of its most esoteric being the rose, the alchemical symbol for perfection. But, when you place a rose on the center of a cross, you create another symbol entirelythe Rose Cross.Galloway reclined in his chair, smiling. My, my. Now youre cooking.Katherine stood now, too. What am I missing?The Rose Cross, Langdon explained, is a common symbol in Freemasonry. In fact, one of the degrees of the Scottish Rite is called Knights of the Rose Cross and honors the early Rosicrucians, who contributed to Masonic mystical philosophy. Peter may have mentioned the Rosicrucians to you. Dozens of great scientists were membersJohn Dee, Elias Ashmole, Robert FluddAbsolutely, Katherine said. Ive read all of the Rosicrucian manifestos in my research.Every scientist should, Langdon thought. The Order of the Rose Crossor more officially the Ancient and Mystical Order Rosae Crucishad an enigmatic history that had greatly influenced science and closely paralleled the legend of the Ancient Mysteries . . . early sages possessing secret wisdom that was passed down through the ages and studied by only the brightest minds. Admittedly, historys list of famous Rosicrucians was a whos who of European Renaissance luminaries Paracelsus, Bacon, Fludd, Descartes, Pascal, Spinoza, Newton, Leibniz.According to Rosicrucian doctrine, the order was built on esoteric truths of the ancient past, truths which had to be concealed from the average man and which promised great insight into the spiritual realm. The brotherhoods symbol had blossomed over the years into a flowering rose on an ornate cross, but it had begun as a more modest dotted circle on an unadorned cross the simplest manifestation of the rose on the simplest manifestation of the cross.Peter and I often discuss Rosicrucian philosophy, Galloway told Katherine.As the dean began outlining the interrelationship between Masonry and Rosicrucianism, Langdon felt his attention drawn back to the same nagging thought hed had all night. Jeova Sanctus Unus. This dialect is linked to alchemy somehow. He still could not remember exactly what Peter had told him about the phrase, but for some reason, the mention of Rosicrucianism seemed to have rekindled the thought. Think, RobertThe Rosicrucian founder, Galloway was saying , was allegedly a German mystic who went by the name Christian Rosenkreuza nom de guerre obviously, perhaps even for Francis Bacon, who some historians believe founded the group himself, although there is no proof of A pseudonym Langdon declared suddenly, startling even himself. Thats it Jeova Sanctus Unus Its a pseudonymWhat are you talking about? Katherine demanded.Langdons pulse had quickened now. All night, Ive been trying to remember what Peter told me about Jeova Sanctus Unus and its relationship to alchemy. Finally I remembered Its not about alchemy so much as about an alchemist A very famous alchemistGalloway chuckled. Its about time, Professor. I mentioned his name twice and also the word pseudonym.Langdon stared at the old dean. You knew?Well, I had my suspicions when you told me the engraving said Jeova Sanctus Unus and had been decrypted using Durers alchemical magic square, but when you found the Rose Cross, I was certain. As you probably know, the personal papers of th e scientist in question included a very heavily annotated copy of the Rosicrucian manifestos.Who? Katherine asked.One of the worlds greatest scientists Langdon replied. He was an alchemist, a member of the Royal Society of London, a Rosicrucian, and he signed some of his most secretive science papers with a pseudonymJeova Sanctus UnusOne True God? Katherine said. Modest guy.Brilliant guy, actually, Galloway corrected. He signed his name that way because, like the ancient Adepts, he understood himself as divine. In addition, because the sixteen letters in Jeova Sanctus Unus could be rearranged to spell his name in Latin, making it a perfect pseudonym.Katherine now looked puzzled. Jeova Sanctus Unus is an anagram of a famous alchemists name in Latin?Langdon grabbed a piece of paper and pencil off the deans desk, writing as he talked. Latin interchanges the letters J for I and the letter V for U, which means Jeova Sanctus Unus can actually be perfectly rearranged to spell this mans nam e.Langdon wrote down sixteen letters Isaacus Neutonuus.He handed the slip of paper to Katherine and said, I think youve heard of him.Isaac Newton? Katherine demanded, looking at the paper. Thats what the engraving on the pyramid was trying to tell usFor a moment, Langdon was back in Westminster Abbey, standing at Newtons pyramidical tomb, where he had experienced a similar epiphany. And tonight, the great scientist surfaces again. It was no coincidence, of course . . . the pyramids, mysteries, science, hidden knowledge . . . it was all intertwined. Newtons name had always been a recurring guidepost for those seeking secret knowledge.Isaac Newton, Galloway said, must have something to do with how to decipher the meaning of the pyramid. I cant imagine what it would be, butGenius Katherine exclaimed, her eyes going wide. Thats how we transform the pyramidYou understand? Langdon said.Yes she said. I cant believe we didnt see it It has been staring us right in the face. A simple alchemic al process. I can transform this pyramid using basic science Newtonian scienceLangdon strained to understand.Dean Galloway, Katherine said. If you read the ring, it saysStop The old dean suddenly raised his finger in the air and motioned for silence. Gently, he cocked his head to the side, as if he were listening to something. After a moment, he stood up abruptly. My friends, this pyramid obviously has secrets left to reveal. I dont know what Ms. Solomon is getting at, but if she knows your next step, then I have played my role. Pack up your things and say no more to me. guide me in darkness for the moment. I would prefer to have no information to share should our visitors try to force me.Visitors? Katherine said, listening. I dont hear anyone.You will, Galloway said, heading for the door. Hurry.Across town, a cell tower was attempting to contact a phone that lay in pieces on Massachusetts Avenue. Finding no signal, it redirected the call to voice mail.Robert Warren Bellamys scare d voice shouted. Where are you? Call me Something terrible is happening