Diarmuid cast an annoying glance at both Gurgeh Blue and Rose. This has got nothing to do with the spirit of trees or a bleedin road. It's a deliberate attempt to destroy the devils hole.

The faerae entrance?

"Yes." whispered Diarmuid "Listen to me now, he beckoned us closer and he spoke as if speaking of a plot".

Which he was.

"There's a prophecy. Made by the druids of old.  And this rophecy is pretty much the reason behind every secret societies quest for knowedge ever since. There's going to be a time when evrything moves so fast that it all starts happening at once. I mean Everything starts happening at once. Things that have already happened and things that haven't happened yet and everything that wasn't going to happen. It all starts happenin.

We call it The Happening.

And when this shit hits the fan, places like the Devils Mouth are gonna be pivotal in shaping how we deal with the megafuck.

The evening air whispered by the man's face as he walked, slightly staggered, along the long road  that led from the town to his little village-like estate, some two miles down the road. The sun now hanging low in the sky (threatening to drop the last few degrees at any moment) shone directly into his face. But he didn't mind, it gave him an excuse to wear his sunglasses despite the late hour, thus hiding any reddening around the pupils that might have occurred.

Hungry, he increased the paced, not by much mind you. In this state he found it difficult to judge time and speed anyway. Though he wanted to get home quick, he wasn't that pushed about putting an effort into it.

Lines of computer code trailed by on the little computer screen in his mind's eye. Numbers and letters that when put together held unlimited possibilities. He tried to narrow things down.

He traced things back again. From his mind to the computer, (via the keyboard) next to the harddrive, to the webserver, streaming.

He put his hands in his pockets and hung his head, to focus on his feet. Not what is in front, in the distance, the blinding dying sun. Not to focus on the horizon or everything in between. The town moving slowly closer. He watched his feet moving with their own rhythm without direct conscious instructions yet somehow at his command. He watched the ground blur past.

What about podcasts? or m3u's? How to beat time? Time zones? Radio...Does anyone really want radio? An online jukebox. No... What makes radio different? It's different because it is radio. Simple. It is not podcasting. It is not streaming. It is not downloads. It is not presenters. It is radio.

Ok then, almost there. It's time to focus. What makes radio different? Time.

His eyelids were growing heavy, his feet demanded more attention, if they were to carry him the remainder of his journey. Tired but content, he fondled the little bag (in his pocket) as he turned the corner. Something large and dark loomed in front of his house. Immediate paranoia subside quickly, he saw the men at waist-height fiddling with torches, chatting to each other as they bustled. As he got closer the writing on the large van confirmed his fears. The electricity board. One of three climbed out of the hole as he saw me approach.

"You live here?"

Yep.

"I left a note in your letterbox. M'fraid you gonna be without power for a couple of days."

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The A’s seem to make a strong hint for us to see a pyramid between the two T’s, or Twin Towers. One of the first pyramids that comes to my mind is the one on the back of the Dollar bill.

Above the 13 tiers on the Dollar bill design is a floating capstone from which a single eye is beaming out from the center. This is the 14th tier of the pyramid and is symbolized by the 14th and final line of Sonnet 66:

Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone.

Remember that Sonnet 66 is divided into 14 lines?

As above, so below.

One can find numerous references to the Great Pyramid and the number 365. For instance, the upper horizontal passage’s first ante-chamber contains a circle of 365.25 inches.

This is referred to as Enoch’s Circle. At 365 years of age, Enoch entered Eternity (Genesis 5:23-24) which is represented by the Circle. Freemason symbology links a circle to the 365 day year and also eternity. Given these concepts, it makes sense for us to divide the Sonnets pyramid into 365 Days to see how well it fits. The results are impressive as we’ll see right now.

Which spells out the word: "KEY".

I believe this may be the most important key to understanding the Sonnets ciphers. It is written that the Seal numbers are derived from the secret Elizabethan literary society called the Fra. Rosi Crosse, which was headed by Sir Francis Bacon. The reason for this theory is that the Simple cipher of FRA ROSI CROSSE is 157, and the Kaye cipher is 287. My experience is leading me to believe these numbers go back a little further in time, and that instead of the Seal numbers coming from the name Fra. Rosi Crosse, I believe the name Fra. Rosi Crosse was likely coined to match the Seal numbers.

What about the Sonnets? The 1910 book Secret Shakespearean Seals demonstrates some very profound methods in which Shakespeare used word and letter counts to Seal the Sonnets with the numbers 157 and 287. Should we expect to find the Seal numbers using the key that we applied above? Well let’s take a look and see what we can come up with.

If we take the only first letter from each of the first 14 Sonnets, which is the first letter of Sonnet 001, an F; the first letter of Sonnet 002, a W; the first letter of Sonnet 003, an L; so on up to the first Letter of Sonnet 14, an N, we get these Letters:

F W L U T T L M I F A W O N