Dzisiaj chciałbym Ci polecić angielską książkę dla osób zaawansowanych pt.:” The Last Symbol”. W wielkim skrócie jest to bardzo dobra książka. 🙂
Robert Langdon zostaje niespodziewanie wezwany do Waszyngtonu. Jego przyjaciel i mentor, Peter Solomon, prominentny członek loży masońskiej, prosił go o wygłoszenie odczytu na Kapitolu. Kiedy dociera na miejsce, okazuje się że zaproszenie było starannie przygotowaną pułapką.
Wieczorem nie zaplanowano żadnego odczytu. Pośrodku historycznej Rotundy ktoś umieścił odciętą rękę Petera z wytatuowanymi symbolami i masońskim pierścieniem. Palec wskazuje na symbole, których nikt nie rozumie poza Langdonem. To mistyczne zaproszenie do zaginionego świata skrywającego tajemną wiedzę.
Chcąc uratować przyjaciela, Langdon musi przyjąć zaproszenie i odnaleźć starożytny portal położony gdzieś na terenie miasta. Ma na to zaledwie kilka godzin. W przeciwnym razie Peter zginie. W poszukiwaniach pomaga mu Katherine Solomon, siostra porwanego. Są oni ścigani przez zabójcę Mal’akha i CIA.
Autor jest dobrym pisarzem, który potrafi naprawdę zaciekawić. Co prawda książka jest powieścią, ale odnosi się wrażenie, że wszystko co napisał jest prawdą. Możesz przekonać się o tym w poniższym fragmencie:
In 1991, a document was locked in the safe of the director of the CIA. The document is still there today. Itscryptic text includes references to an ancient portal and an unknown location underground. The documentalso contains the phrase “It’s buried out there somewhere. ”
All organizations in this novel exist, including the Freemasons, the Invisible College, the Office of Security, the SMSC, and the Institute of Noetic Sciences.
All rituals, science, artwork, and monuments in this novel are real. ————————
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America has a hidden past.
Every time Langdon lectured on the symbology of America, his students were confounded to learn that thetrue intentions of our nation’s forefathers had absolutely nothing to do with what so many politicians nowclaimed.
America’s intended destiny has been lost to history.
The forefathers who founded this capital city first named her “Rome. ” They had named her river the Tiberand erected a classical capital of pantheons and temples, all adorned with images of history’s great gods andgoddesses–Apollo, Minerva, Venus, Helios, Vulcan, Jupiter. In her center, as in many of the great classicalcities, the founders had erected an enduring tribute to the ancients–the Egyptian obelisk. This obelisk, largereven than Cairo’s or Alexandria’s, rose 555 feet into the sky, more than thirty stories, proclaiming thanks andhonor to the demigod forefather for whom this capital city took its newer name.
Now, centuries later, despite America’s separation of church and state, this state-sponsored Rotundaglistened with ancient religious symbolism. There were over a dozen different gods in the Rotunda–morethan the original Pantheon in Rome. Of course, the Roman Pantheon had been converted to Christianity in609 . . . But this pantheon was never converted; vestiges of its true history still remained in plain view.
“As you may know, ” Langdon said, “this Rotunda was designed as a tribute to one of Rome’s most veneratedmystical shrines. The Temple of Vesta.”
“As in the vestal virgins?” Sato looked doubtful that Rome’s virginal guardians of the flame had anything todo with the U. S. Capitol Building.
“The Temple of Vesta in Rome, ” Langdon said, “was circular, with a gaping hole in the floor, through whichthe sacred fire of enlightenment could be tended by a sisterhood of virgins whose job it was to ensure theflame never went out. ”
Sato shrugged. “This Rotunda is a circle, but I see no gaping hole in this floor. ”
“No, not anymore, but for years the center of this room had a large opening precisely where Peter’s hand isnow. ” Langdon motioned to the floor. “In fact, you can still see the marks in the floor from the railing thatkept people from falling in. ”
“What?” Sato demanded, scrutinizing the floor. “I’ve never heard that. ”
“Looks like he’s right. ” Anderson pointed out the circle of iron nubs where the posts had once been. “I’veseen these before, but I never had any idea why they were there. ”
You’re not alone, Langdon thought, imagining the thousands of people every day, including famouslawmakers, who strode across the center of the Rotunda having no idea there was once a day when theywould have plunged down into the Capitol Crypt–the level beneath the Rotunda floor.
“The hole in the floor, ” Langdon told them, “was eventually covered, but for a good while, those who visitedthe Rotunda could see straight down to the fire that burned below. ”
Sato turned. “Fire? In the U. S. Capitol?”
“More of a large torch, actually–an eternal flame that burned in the crypt directly beneath us. It wassupposed to be visible through the hole in the floor, making this room a modern Temple of Vesta. Thisbuilding even had its own vestal virgin–a federal employee called the Keeper of the Crypt–whosuccessfully kept the flame burning for fifty years, until politics, religion, and smoke damage snuffed out theidea. “Both Anderson and Sato looked surprised.
Nowadays, the only reminder that a flame once burned here was the four-pointed star compass embedded inthe crypt floor one story below them–a symbol of America’s eternal flame, which once shed illuminationtoward the four corners of the New World.
“So, Professor, ” Sato said, “your contention is that the man who left Peter’s hand here knew all this?”
“Clearly. And much, much more. There are symbols all over this room that reflect a belief in the AncientMysteries. ”
“Secret wisdom, ” Sato said with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Knowledge that lets men acquiregodlike powers?”
“Yes, ma’am. ”
“That hardly fits with the Christian underpinnings of this country. ”
“So it would seem, but it’s true. This transformation of man into God is called apotheosis. Whether or notyou’re aware of it, this theme–transforming man into god–is the core element in this Rotunda’ssymbolism. ”
“Apotheosis?” Anderson spun with a startled look of recognition.
“Yes. ” Anderson works here. He knows. “The word apotheosis literally means `divine transformation’–thatof man becoming God. It’s from the ancient Greek: apo–`to become, ‘ theos–`god. ‘ ”
Anderson looked amazed. “Apotheosis means `to become God’? I had no idea. ”
“What am I missing?” Sato demanded.
“Ma’am, ” Langdon said, “the largest painting in this building is called The Apotheosis of Washington. And itclearly depicts George Washington being transformed into a god. ”
Sato looked doubtful. “I’ve never seen anything of the sort. ”
“Actually, I’m sure you have. ” Langdon raised his index finger, pointing straight up. “It’s directly over yourhead. ”
The Apotheosis of Washington–a 4, 664-square-foot fresco that covers the canopy of the Capitol Rotunda–was completed in 1865 by Constantino Brumidi.
Known as “The Michelangelo of the Capitol, ” Brumidi had laid claim to the Capitol Rotunda in the sameway Michelangelo had laid claim to the Sistine Chapel, by painting a fresco on the room’s most loftycanvas–the ceiling. Like Michelangelo, Brumidi had done some of his finest work inside the Vatican. Brumidi, however, immigrated to America in 1852, abandoning God’s largest shrine in favor of a new shrine, the U. S. Capitol, which now glistened with examples of his mastery–from the trompe l’oeil of the BrumidiCorridors to the frieze ceiling of the Vice President’s Room. And yet it was the enormous image hoveringabove the Capitol Rotunda that most historians considered to be Brumidi’s masterwork.
Robert Langdon gazed up at the massive fresco that covered the ceiling. He usually enjoyed his students’startled reactions to this fresco’s bizarre imagery, but at the moment he simply felt trapped in a nightmare hehad yet to understand.
Director Sato was standing next to him with her hands on her hips, frowning up at the distant ceiling. Langdon sensed she was having the same reaction many had when they first stopped to examine the paintingat the core of their nation.
You’re not alone, Langdon thought. For most people, The Apotheosis of Washington got stranger andstranger the longer they looked at it. “That’s George Washington on the central panel, ” Langdon said, pointing 180 feet upward into the middle of the dome. “As you can see, he’s dressed in white robes, attendedby thirteen maidens, and ascending on a cloud above mortal man. This is the moment of his apotheosis . . . His transformation into a god. ”
Sato and Anderson said nothing.
“Nearby, ” Langdon continued, “you can see a strange, anachronistic series of figures: ancient godspresenting our forefathers with advanced knowledge. There’s Minerva giving technological inspiration to ournation’s great inventors–Ben Franklin, Robert Fulton, Samuel Morse. ” Langdon pointed them out one byone. “And over there is Vulcan helping us build a steam engine. Beside them is Neptune demonstrating howto lay the transatlantic cable. Beside that is Ceres, goddess of grain and root of our word cereal; she’s sittingon the McCormick reaper, the farming breakthrough that enabled this country to become a world leader infood production. The painting quite overtly portrays our forefathers receiving great wisdom from the gods. “He lowered his head, looking at Sato now. “Knowledge is power, and the right knowledge lets man performmiraculous, almost godlike tasks.”
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