So the king summoned the Chaldeans to tell him what he had dreamed:
\n\u201cI dreamed a dream that troubles me. I wish to know it\u2019s meaning\u201d
\nThe Chaldeans answered him in their mystical tongue:
\n\u201cO King, live for ever! Tell your servants the dream and we will interpret it.\u201d
\nBut the King replied them:
\n\u201cThis is what I have firmly decided\u2014
\nIf you do not tell me what my dream was and interpret it, I will have you cut into pieces and your houses turned into piles of rubble. But if you tell me my dream and explain it, you will receive from me gifts and rewards with great honour.\u201d
\nOnce more the Chaldeans implored the king:
\n\u201cLet the king tell his servants the dream and we will interpret it.\u201d
\n\u201cI am certain that you are trying to gain time,\u201d said the king \u201cyou have conspired to tell me misleading and wicked things, hoping the situation will change. So then tell me the dream, so that I know you can interpret it for me. If you do not reveal it to me, there is only one penalty for you\u2014\u201d
\nThe Chaldeans answered the king:
\n\u201cThere is not a man on earth who can do what the king asks! No king, no matter how great or mighty has ever asked such a thing of any astrologer or enchanter or magician. What the king asks is to difficult, no one can reveal it to the king except the gods, and they do not live amongst men.\u201d<\/p>\n
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New York, November 1999<\/strong> Blip.<\/p>\n Something is not quite right and feels different\u2014an unfamiliar string of digits click away at unnatural length. My heart knows to race unevenly as an unending modem style hissing and clicking begins\u2014all terribly wrong. Sharp panic: is this my cell phone? Is this the right number? Is this my mother? In outer space, high up in the stratosphere an intricate weapons systems unhatches a spidery array of satellites\u2014aligning themselves in deathly formations towards the target\u2014 New York.<\/p>\n Here on earth, in the split seconds of activation, the Red Alert is blaring. We all hit the ground. Army tanks materialize out of nowhere, military personnel cover the area. I am afraid that they will hone in on my signal\u2014I try to switch it off, jam the signal\u2014anything. I remove the batteries and suddenly it\u2019s over: the alarm ceases, the military pulls out and every one gets up\u2014emotionally shattered but relieved. On a PA system somewhere, someone is announcing that it has been a false alarm. Some sort of mistake had tipped off the alert systems. Everything is okay, everyone can go about their business now. My instinct tells me NO!!! They might still be searching for the source of the signal. Have to get rid of the cell phone.<\/p>\n I run into the subway station, I\u2019m almost sure the soldiers tense as I pass them by\u2014have to get rid of this cell phone. Two commandos are walking in my direction. I\u2019m not paranoid, they are watching me\u2014 perhaps I am acting a little suspiciously. Maybe not, three, no four of them closing in. Where is my metro card? There isn\u2019t any time, the train is coming\u2026 Without thinking I walk through the turnstiles. When I say I walked through the turnstile, I mean this: literally my body passes through steel fixtures. I did it without thinking and something else happened in that instant. The Commandos have completely surrounded me now, they have honed in on the source of the signal. Except they will find nothing: when I passed through the turnstile the cell phone disappeared into my body.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Language of the Chaldeans \u00a92004, 2013 onom\u00e9 ekeh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The memory itself taking on the strange contours of a dream\u2014
\nThe memory itself taking on the strange contours of a dream\u2014
\nA bright shadowy November afternoon in Columbus Circle. Heading underground for the trains, I am arrested by the impulse to call\u2014my mother? Out with the cell phone, click on address book, scan personal directory till the heading \u201cMom\u201d creeps up… press \u201cSEND\u201d…<\/p>\n
\nOn screen the legend NOMAD appears in alien logo script. The heart beats at an uncommon pace: the mind enters quantum territories. This is what I perceive:<\/p>\n
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