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Authors: JT Alblood

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Code of Disjointed Letters: ( Doomsday Will Arise From the Past




Copyright JT Alblood 2015

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Table of Contents

2012, Istanbul

TV Talk Show

The Labyrinth

The Exchange

Creating Something Together


I Can’t Take My Words Back


2012, Istanbul

Right before Doomsday


I met Wilhelm Reich in high school. Those were the years when books were printed on paper and libraries were highly respected. The years when I spent my Sundays wandering through the book bazaar—I knew all the books that each salesperson displayed on their tables and immediately recognized any new ones—The years when I would quietly sneak home so that my parents wouldn’t scold me for buying more books.

I grew acquainted with Wilhelm Reich because he was often quoted by the left-wing intellectuals. His used books were cheap, and the names of his books were cool. But I always struggled to understand his writing and gave up in disappointment. Whenever I picked up the books again and tried to make more sense of them, I would quickly give up and they would end up once more collecting dust on the shelves of my library.

However, while I was a university student, my elder brother, Turgay, brought Wilhelm Reich back into my life. One day, just before I started my first year of studies, Turgay was scanning my shelves and he abruptly announced, “This man was a nutcase! He said that mankind wouldn't be able to understand him in his time and that they would only understand him in the future. So, in his will, he requested that his books only be published 50 years after his death. No one, not even his lawyers, understood him."

Suddenly, Wilhelm Reich regained my interest, and I often found myself thinking about his ideas. Were there discoveries in his writing that could only be understood with the technology of the future? Had he foreseen the development of the computer and invented a machine that could only be used with its help? Since he was a psychiatrist, had he made a discovery about the human brain but decided that mankind had to be more developed before they could understand it? Why would a person give importance to something that would only happen after his death? Clearly it would have no benefit to him.

I entered medical school, completed my compulsory community service in a remote village, and did my further training to become a radiologist after returning to Istanbul. All the while I pushed Wilhelm Reich into the recesses of my mind. Only one question troubled me: what happened to the will of Wilhelm Reich?

I asked one of my colleagues about this and he answered, “Nothing, I think. All I know is the man established a children's fund and wrote a will to donate his wealth to that fund.”

With that, the bubble was burst. For some inexplicable reason, I felt a bitter sadness when I heard this. This awkward man might have been trying to accomplish something. He clearly wanted to have an impact on the future but couldn't figure out how to do it. He put a carefully designed plan into practice, but it ended up being ridiculed by everyone. I remember saying to my friend, “I wish he would have been successful and shocked everyone.” My friend just looked at me and shrugged.

Who am I?

I’m Oktay, and I have recently been knocked into middle age. I work in an ordinary private hospital and live an ordinary, unsurprising life. I have only a few crumbs of life experience, having been stuck in a busy professional life during years that have passed by too quickly.

I spend most of my days in a hospital under raw, fluorescent lights, writing MRI (magnetic resonance image) reports. Like many people, I enjoy watching football (soccer for the Americans), and I never get tired of watching sports or sports news on TV. I can talk for hours about the current state of Fenerbahçe, one of Istanbul’s premiere football teams. Much of my remaining time consists of having dinner with relatives and going to the cinema with Elif (whose name means “alpha”). Those are my most exciting moments. Besides that, I either write MRI reports online, read books, or browse comics and make Elif read the jokes that I think are good.

Lately, I’ve become more interested in such issues and subjects as evolution, time travel, the mysterious symmetry of the universe, the lost continents of Mu and Atlantis, astrological divinations, ancient civilizations, the research of the stone-alchemist philosophers, theories about life in outer space, and particularly the secret code in the Holy Qur’an. If I find a book on any of those topics, I get completely absorbed in it. If I see one of them covered in a documentary, I’m glued to the screen.

Obsession is a voice that harasses you until you are forced to obey its commands, regardless of how ridiculous they are. What's even worse than obsession is when you’re aware of its hold but can’t seem to control it. It’s like having someone inside you who is constantly demanding your attention.

Here’s how my obsession began:

I was surfing the internet during my time off of work, checking my e-mail, and scanning news sites, when I randomly came across a news article about Wilhelm Reich.

Suddenly, memories from my youth and years at university flooded my brain. I found myself once again wondering about his will. So I searched it, but only found a few comments about the Wilhelm Reich Infant Trust Fund on Google. Frustration! I came across some photos of his will and decided to download the document in case I might find something interesting (It was only five pages). I read the will, but soon found that there was nothing worth waiting 50 years for. There weren’t any word games nor any mysterious hints.
Maybe his will has changed
, I thought.
There might have been something else in the safe, and someone decided to hide it
. Still, I struggled to understand the purpose of keeping the will under lock and key for 50 years.

In my search, I also found the photos of the moment when the will was declared, but nothing jumped out. Having time on my hands, I enlarged them and looked at them more carefully. Nothing. I got annoyed and closed all the browser windows and went back to writing my MRI reports.

In the evening, Elif came home and we ate dinner together, talked for a bit, and watched TV. Tired, she said she wanted to go to bed, so I followed, but I couldn’t get to sleep. As I lay next to her, the photos of the reading of Dr. Reich’s will appeared in my mind’s eye. Something was nagging at my thoughts as I too slowly nodded off to sleep.

Suddenly I jolted awake.
The pin!
I remembered that in the picture; there was a pin that passed through the five pages of the will. I immediately got out of bed, turned on the computer, and opened the photo. There was the pin, curved on both edges. It went through the first page, passed through the text, and came out through the last page. I found the PDF images of the will and downloaded them again. I examined each page, one by one. The pin had made a hole on a certain letter on each of the last four pages. I wrote down the letters in order: J-U-N-G.

I was so surprised and excited that I checked it again and again. Sure enough, J-U-N-G.

I remembered Jung from university and what I heard about his interest in metaphysics and his career as a psychiatrist. Then I remembered a story about Jung that I had heard a long time ago:

Jung once saw a rare, dead bird in a dream. After waking up, he took a walk in the woods and came across the same dead bird. He made a very interesting conclusion: “So the future affects our dreams!”

The idea of a future incident affecting the present, and even the past, suddenly occupied my mind. I then remembered Jung’s work on the nature of obsessions. He said an obsession prevents the person over whom it is exercising influence from evaluating incidents and options in a realistic way; it only presents certain options to the person and uses these options to control the person’s behavior.

I found myself surprised and excited by the presence of a message in the will and, more precisely, by the way this message was encrypted. This was more interesting to me than word itself—or its meaning. The idea of a pin making holes through letters on pages reminded me of a bookworm. Not that kind of bookworm. An actual bookworm, who might reach a letter, a small piece of information, while eating its way through a book.

I began postulating:
if the worm eats through pages one by one and makes tiny holes on each page, I wonder what it sees.
Or, more precisely,
what it reads.
This, then, raised another question: Is it possible to write a book in such a way that it can be read on both the fronts and backs of its pages? Would it be possible to use such an encryption? In other words, can the text have another message that, though it is written on a two-dimensional page, can be read only in the third dimension? The bookworm can neither see the text nor the signs written on the front and back planes, but it can encrypt a third-dimensional code.

I challenged my hypothesis by noting that the worm question can’t be applied to every case; it might be questionable to apply it to books written in reverse, for example, (that is, those read from right to left), such as those printed in Arabic.

Pondering that new question, I reached for an Arabic book to examine its layout and validate my answer. At that moment, a new idea flashed in my mind. The thought of a bookworm eating an Arabic book naturally made me think of the Holy Qur’an. I imagined our bookworm moving on the front-and-back plane, through the pages. Then I tried to visualize what letters it would encounter.

That led me to an even more compelling question: Is it possible that the Holy Qur’an has a text or a code encrypted in the third dimension?

After that last question came to me, I began to lose track of time.

Over the next weeks, I focused on this subject with increasing intensity and, I must confess, my work and relationship suffered.

I spent hours wandering through the internet, collecting as many relevant pages and links as I could find. I downloaded countless documents and took copious notes. The house started to overflow with books related to my questions. I even made friends with the deliverymen who dropped off my endless book orders. Unfortunately, I found that most of the sources on the market were superficial at best.

Perhaps the main problem was that nobody in fourteen hundred years had looked at the Qur’an in this way. There had always been some references and studies on the possibility of the book containing one or more codes, and there had even been some advancement in those investigations, but fourteen hundred years is a very long time. In the course of history, all the verses of the Qur’an have been on the tongues and in the hearts of countless people. They have been recited over and over again and translated from language to language, and country to country. Still, the Qur’an has never changed; the first revelation is read now in the same way that it was first read: “Read!” (19:1) Not
see, look, touch, taste, think, do, fight,
, and not
defeat others
—no, no. “Read!” is the first order.

People have always read the Qur’an: it is read by the army before going to war, by parents to their newborn babies, by newly married couples, and by descendants to the spirits of their ancestors. Family names were written inside the covers, and individuals who read the Qur’an were put in the highest regard in their house. For centuries, the Qur’an bore witness to history. It sometimes functioned as a piece of history and sometimes as the whole of history itself. When I asked the Qur’an its nature, it told me, “I’ve got a secret. I’m the greatest miracle. I don’t have a look-alike or a replica. I’m multilayered.”

As it has existed for fourteen hundred years—always in front of our eyes, always on our tongue, always in our ears, unchanged—we have studied its miracles. The miracle of the number nineteen, the disjointed or unconnected letters in its early suras or chapters, the numerical values of the letters in abjad or the numerological calculations and their infinite algorithms, and its repeated words pointing to certain magical numbers. We have tried to uncover its mysteries, but so far, no one has voiced the idea that the answers to its mysteries could be in the book’s third dimension.

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