UBERMAN-SUPERPOWERS CONQUERS ALL – PT4
The ultimate, above all, the best, top, something that nothing is better than. Also Über -“over”, “above” or “across”
Term with literal meaning of “above” in German.
It is also distantly cognate to both Latin super and Greek ὑπέρ (hyper), through Proto-Indo-European.
It can also distantly cognate from META- to both Latin super and Greek ὑπέρ (hyper), through Proto-Indo-European.
Reminds me of Atlantis. Lemuria. Mu. Garden of the Hesperides. Elysian Fields. Happy Isles. Hyperborea. Ultima Thule.
There are some scholars who directly connect the two, and claim that Hyperborea was, in fact, the lost continent of Atlantis! ( I recently said I believe that Satan has his throne on earth…in the sea!
Who talks of such places?
Admiral Richard E. Byrd
Dr. Raymond Bernard
J. R. R. Tolkien
Dr. Bernard Gurdjieff
John Cleves Symmes
Edgar Rice Burroughs
De Camp and Ley
That was just to name a FEW! I wonder about religions….now, second question…how many speak of the Ascended Masters too?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground with walls and towers were girded round
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills, enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted down the green hill athwart a cedern grove!
A savage place! As holy and enchanted as e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, as if this earth in thick fast pants was breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced; amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever it flung up momently the sacred river
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man and sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from afar ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure from the fountains and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device, a sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid, and on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me, her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me, that with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air, that sunny dome! Those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there, and all should cry Beware! Beware!
His flashing teeth his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice,
and close your eyes with holy dread, for he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)