The man in black arrived, looking absolutely normal, at twilight’s top part. His attire was dark and formal, exclusively ported by a man with a cart.

His appearance was that of a wealthy young regent, a minister bridegroom or government agent. Embedded in the flagstone between us was a seal, the cap of an old well water pipe wheel.

From where I sat, a tarnished gear; the atom came to mind. I could, his voice in English hear, striding a space behind, tell me the flattened sphere design, of the seal, was the universe.

I thought of the heavens, vast and diverse; the brilliance of stars, the comet’s glowing hail. But I also wondered why the atom did entail world class weapons of mass destruction scale. A dictator’s raiment, etched with bombs, in the cracks of broken pavement.

As I thought, the stranger moved to the edge of the enclavement. He then, standing by a church flagpole, introduced himself as granite – heir of man’s failed cultural goal – beneficiary of a planet sired by Hitler’s disclaimed soul.

I was suspect of the man’s stealth. What was his business, arriving like a thief, at this unexpected hour of the morning? I considered my own health and vainly sought relief from his sudden waterfront warning.

But the stranger forestalled me, pacing closer to my chair. With six fingers pointed my way, he waved his fists like claws in the air, and assumed the upright stance of a lion appointed to slay.

Turning towards a distant bay…

I was stunned by the calm of a rush of common sense. In an instance of blush, and quiet reverence, I bowed with a hush to the island’s mighty guest. The bride was made ready, at her glorious best, to steer our hearts steady for the ultimate test. I knew, at that moment, just what he must do. I learned, on that morning, the bridegroom’s last quest: to make good his warning of judgment, past rest.

Psychologist Carl Jung once mentioned a patient who claimed that he saw a tube in the sun. Jung referred to the sun-barge of the Alexandrian school of mysticism and a papyrus passage: “For you will see hanging down from the disc of the sun something that looks like a tube.” There is evidence that other persons also saw a black line obstructing the Mykonos sun. The apparent atmospheric anomaly was recently photographed by a musician tourist in Mykonos.
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Were you at the day of rotunda?
Were you with the sons of thunder?

The Luther Bible (1545) depicts the “Seal of God” as a mystic plate or disc carried by an angel.

The 12th Century story of the Grail told by Chretien de Troyes speaks of “un graal,” or platter. The mystical island of the Grail was Sarras. The holy disc was kept in a castle called Carbonek (also Corbenic and Corbin). The nameless castle of Mykonos was destroyed by invading pirates in the 1500s. But “Carbonaki” is still an unspoiled byword among local Mykonians, who settled an American community in Carbondale, Illinois.

Mykonos’ Paraportiani means small inner doorway or Postern Gate, and perhaps was constructed over the ruins of an ancient pre-Christian Greek temple. Carbonari was the name of a secret political society in France and Italy during the early nineteenth century.

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