Bu kitaptan neler ögrendim...

• George Washington'ın bir mason olduğunu... Amerikan Kongre binasının, Washington heykeli'nin ve hatta Beyaz Saray'ın masonik törenlerle astrolojik tarihlere dahi dikkat edilerek inşa edilmeye başlandığını...

• Kadim kitaplarda, bilimin henüz keşfettiğini düşündüğü birçok bilimsel gerçeğin zaten yer aldığını... (Bkz aşağıdaki alıntı.)

• Sporcuların bir başarı elde ettikten sonra işaret parmakları ile göğü işaret ederken, aslında Hristiyanlık'dan da önce varolan ve "Tanrılaşma/Tanrıyla bir olma" manası taşıyan mistik bir geleneği yerine getirdiklerini ama bundan haberleri olmadığını... [ Dan Brown bunu "amusing" olarak tanımlıyor Langdon'ın ağzından, gerçekten de öyle :-) ]

• George Washington'ın da elini böyle kaldırmış halde ve Zeus olarak betimlenmiş bir heykeli olduğunu...

• Her satırındaki, her kolonundaki ve köşegenlerindeki rakamların toplamı, aynı sayıyı veren karelere "Sihirli Kare" adı verildiğini, bunun eski Mısır ve Hindistan'da matematikçiler tarafından yapılmaya başladığını...

• Alman ressam Albrecht Dürer'in 1514 yılında tamamladığı ve Kuzey Rönesansına öncülük ettiği söylenen "Melancolia I" isimli tablosuna, 4x4 bir sihirli kare koyduğunu... Bu sihirli kare'nin kolon, satır ve köşegenlerine ilaveten, her köşesindeki 4 karelik grupların ve ortadaki dörtlü grubunun da toplamının eşit olduğunu... Hatta Dürer'in en alt satırın ortasında tablonun bittiği tarih olan 1514'ü sembolize eden, 15 ve 14 rakamlarını denk getirdiğini...

• "Amin" kelimesinin (tıpkı "amen" gibi), aslında bir Mısır tanrısı Amon'un isminin tekrar edilmesi geleneğinden gelme olduğunu...


Bu kitabı neden sevdim...

• Dan Brown'un yazdığı kitaplar içerisinde en iyi sürpriz sona sahip kitap olduğunu düşündüğüm için...

• Kötü adamı en baştan bilmemize rağmen, sürükleyici olmayı başardığı ve sonunda bizi dumur edebildiği için...

• Öncekilerde olduğu gibi Paris ve Roma'dan sonra; içimde Washington'a da gitme isteği uyandırdığı için...

• Bölümleri nispeten kısa olduğundan, her bölüm bittiğinde "bir bölüm daha okuyayım" dedirte dedirte kitabı bir çırpıda bitirttiği için...


Begendigim kısımlardan alıntılar...


Sf. 58


    "Impressive," her brother replied. "Einstein, Bohr, and Hawking are modern geniuses. But are you reading anything older?"

     Katherine scratched her head. "You mean like . . . Newton?"

     He smiled. "Keep going." At twenty-seven, Peter had already made a name for himself in the academic world, and he and Katherine had grown to savor this kind of playful intellectual sparring.

     Older than Newton? Katherine's head now filled with distant names like Ptolemy, Pythagoras, and Hermes Trismegistus. Nobody reads that stuff anymore.

     Her brother ran a finger down the long shelf of cracked leather bindings and old dusty tomes. "The scientific wisdom of the ancients was staggering... modern physics ,s only now  beginning to comprehend it all."

     "Peter," she said, "you already told me that the Egyptians understood levers and pulleys long before Newton, and that the early alchemists did work on a par with modern chemistry, but so what? Today's physics deals with concepts that would have been unimaginable to the ancients."

     "Like what?"

    "Well... like entanglement theory, for one!" Subatomic research had now proven categorically that all matter was interconnected... entangled in a single unified mesh... a kind of universal oneness. "You're telling me the ancients sat around discussing entanglement theory?"

     "Absolutely!" Peter said, pushing his long, dark bangs out of his eyes. "Entanglement was at the core of primeval beliefs. Its names are as old as history itself... Dharmakaya, Tao, Brahman. In fact, man's oldest spiritual quest was to percieve his own entanglement, to sense his own interconnection with all things. He has always wanted to become 'one' with the universe... to achieve the state of 'at-one-ment.'" Her brother raised his eyebrows. "To this day, Jews and Christians still strive for 'atonement'... although most of us have forgotten it is actually 'at-one-ment' we're seeking."

     Katherine sighed, having forgotten how hard it was to argue with a man so well versed in history. "Okay, but you're talking in generalities. I'm talking specific physics."

     "Then be specific." His keen eyes challenged her now.

   "Okay, how about something as simple as polarity - the positive/negative balance of the subatomic realm. Obviously, the ancients didn't underst-"

     "Hold on!" Her brother pulled down a large dusty text, which he dropped loudly on the library table. "Modern polarity is nothing but the 'dual world' described by Krishna here in the Bhagavad Gita over two thousand years ago. A dozen other books in here, including the Kybalion, talk about binary systems and the opposing forces in nature."

      Katherine was skeptical. "Okay but if we talk about modern discoveries in subatomics - the Heisenberg uncertainity principle, for example-"

      "Then we must look here," Peter said, striding down his long bookshelf and pulling out another text. "The sacred Hindu Vendantic scriptures known as the Upanishads." He dropped the tome heavily on the first. "Heisenberg and Schrödinger studied this text and credited it with helping them formulate some of their theories."

      The showdown continued for several minutes, and the stack of dusty books on the desk grew taller and taller. Finally Katherine threw up her hands in frustration. "Okay! You made your point, but I want to study cutting-edge theoretical physics. The future of science! I really doubt Krishna or Vsaya had much to say about superstring theory and multidimensional cosmological models."

     "You're right. They didn't." Her brother paused, a smile crossing his lips. "If you're talking superstring theory..." He wandered over to the bookshelf yet again. "Then you're talking this book here." He heaved out a colossal leather-bound book and dropped it with a crash onto the desk. "Thirteenth-century translation of the original medieval Aramaic."

     "Superstring theory in the thirteenth century?!" Katherine wasn't buying it. "Come on!"

     Superstring theory was a brand-new cosmological model. Based on the most recent scientific observations, it suggested the multidimensional universe was made up not of three... but rather ten dimensions, which all interacted like vibrating strings, similar to resonating violin strings.

     Katherine waited as her brother heaved open the book, ran through the ornately printed table of contents, and then flipped to a spot near the beginning of the book. "Read this." He pointed to a faded page of text and diagrams.

     Dutifully, Katherine studied the page. The translation was old-fashioned and very hard to read, but to her utter amazement, the text and drawings clearly outlined the exact same universe heralded by modern superstring theory - a ten-dimensional universe of resonating strings. As she continued reading, she suddenly gasped and recoiled. "My God, it even describes how six of the dimensions are entangled and act as one?!" She took a frightened step backward. "What is this book?!"

     Her brother grinned. "Something I'm hoping you'll read one day." He flipped it back to the title page, where an ornately printed plate bore three words.

     The Complete Zohar.

     Although Katherine had never read the Zohar, she knew it was the fundemental text of early Jewish mysticism, once believed so potent that it was reserved only for the most erudite rabbis.

     Katherine eyed the book. "You're saying the early mystics knew their universe had ten dimensions?"

     "Absolutely." He motioned to the page's illustration of ten intertwined circles called Sephiroth. "Obviously, the nomenclature is esoteric, but the physics is very advanced."

     Katherine didn't know how to responde. "But... then why don't more people study this?"

     Her brother smiled. "They will."

     "I don't understand."

     "Katherine, we have been born into wonderful times. A change is coming. Human beings are poised on the threshold of a new age when they will begin turning their eyes back to nature and the old ways... back to the ideas in books like Zohar and other ancient texts from around the world. Powerful truth has its own gravity and eventually pulls people back to it. There will come a day when modern science begins in earnest to study the wisdom of the ancients... that will be the day that mankind begins to find answers to the big questions that still elude him."

     That night, Katherine eagerly began reading her brother's ancient texts and quickly came to understand that he was right. The ancients possessed profound scientific wisdom. Today's science was not so much making "discoveries" as it was making "rediscoveries." Mankind, it seemed, had once grasped the true nature of the universe... but had let go... and forgotten.

     Modern physics can help us remember! This quest had become Katherine's mission in life - to use advanced science to rediscover the lost wisdom of the ancients.




Sf. 84


    "Clearly. And much, much more. There are symbols all over this room that reflect a beleif in the Ancient Mysteries."

     "Secret wisdom," Sato said with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Knowledge that lets men acquire godlike powers?"

     "Yes, ma'am."

     "That hardly fits with the Christian underpinnings of this country."

     "So it would seem, but it's true. The transformation of man into God is called apotheosis. Whether or not you're aware of it, this theme -transforming man into god- is the core element in this Rotunda's symbolism."




     "The word apotheosis literally means 'divine transformation' - that of 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 it clearly 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 your head."


     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 same way Michelangelo had laid claim to the Sistine Chapel, by painting a fresco on the room's most lofty canvas-the ceiling. Like Michelangelo, Brumidi had done some of his finest work inside the Vatican. Brumidi, however, immigrated to America in 1852, abondoning 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 Brumidi Corridors to the frieze ceiling of the Vice President's Room. And yet it was the enormous image hovering above 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 he had yet to understand.







De Praestigiis Daemonum... Lemegeton... Ars Almadel... Grimorium Verum... Ars Notoria... and on and on. He read them all, becoming more and more certain that the world still had many treasures yet to offer him. There are secrets out there that transcend human understanding.

     Then he discovered the writings of Aleister Crowley-a visionarymystic from the early 1900s-whom the church had deemed "the most evil man who ever lived." Great minds are always feared by lesser minds. Andros learned about the power of ritual and incantation. He learned that sacred words, if properly spoken, functioned like keys that opened gateways to other worlds. There is a shadow universe beyond this one... a world from which I can draw power. And although Andros longed to harness that power, he knew there were rules and tasks to be completed beforehand.

     Become something holy, Crowley wrote. Make yourself sacred.

     The ancient rite of "sacred making" had once been the law of the land. From the early Hebrews who made burnt offerings at the Temple, to the Mayans who beheaded humans atop the pyramids of Chichén Itza, to Jesus Christ, who offered his body on the cross, the ancients understood God's requirement for sacrifice. Sacrifice was the original ritual by which humans drew favor from the gods and made themselves holy.



     Even though the rite of sacrifice had been abandoned eons ago, its power remained. There had been a handful of modern mystics, including Aleister Crowley, who practiced the Art, perfecting it over time, and transforming themselves gradually into smething more. Andros craved to transform himself as they had. And yet he knew he would have to cross a dangerousbridge to do so.

     Blood is all that seperates the light from the dark.




     What is my destiny? All the ancient texts spoke of good and evil... and man's need to choose between them. I made my choice long ago, he knew, and yet he felt no remmorse. What is evil, if not a natural law? Darkness followed light. Chaos followed order. Entropy was fundamental. Everything decayed. The perfectly ordered crystal eventually turned into random particles of dust.

     There are those who create... and those who destroy.








     On the first landing, Langdon came face-to-face with a bronze bust of Masonic luminary Albert Pike, along with the engraving of his most famous quote: WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR OURSELVES ALONE DIES WITH US;WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS AND THE WORLD REMAINS AND IS IMMORTAL.







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