Albert Einstein Age 12 Solves The Pythagorean Theorem

Uncle Jakob found Albert sitting at the kitchen table, drawing triangles, again. Jacob was the youngest of five siblings. Unlike Albert’s father Hermann, Jakob had been able to pursue higher education and had qualified as an engineer. There was no resentment on Hermann’s part. So, together the two brothers built a successful company. They provided generators and electrical lighting to municipalities in southern Germany. Jakob was in charge of the technical side while Hermann handled sales. Plus, perhaps more essential to the partnership, was his ability to secure loans from his wife’s side of the family.

Jakob’s training and knowledge were ongoing and put to the test by Albert, who had an inexhaustible supply of questions. One day he was asking for detailed information on how the generators worked. Then he had questions about the capacity of the wires that ran to the lighting fixtures. Most of all, Albert wanted to know about light. But recently geometry had become his focus.

“I see geometric shapes have captured your attention, nephew.”

Albert nodded his bright eyes eager. “Somehow triangles seem to blend nature and science. I even see geometric designs in the flowers in the garden.”

Jakob raised an eyebrow as he pulled up a chair across from his precocious nephew. “Hmm.

Well, have you ever heard of Pythagoras?”

Albert reflected for a moment. “The name is familiar,” he said with a stutter. “But I don’t remember who he was.” The questioning look on Albert’s face let Jakob know Albert wanted to know more.

Leaning forward, the wise man explained, “Pythagoras was a Greek mathematician who lived between 569 and 475 B.C.  He is sometimes called the ‘first mathematician,’ meaning he was one of the first scientists on record as having made significant contributions to the field of mathematics.” As Albert nodded, Jakob continued. “He was more than just a mathematician, though; he studied and worked with religion and philosophy. What’s more, he was also a musician; he played the lyre.”

Albert’s hazel eyes danced with curiosity, “Now that’s a man I would like to know more about.”

Jakob smiled and beckoned Albert to follow him to a nearby bookcase. After searching for a moment, he pulled a small book from the shelf and handed it to the boy. “When I saw you drawing triangles the other day, I knew it would not be long before you would want to explore the mystery of Pythagoras and his theories.”

Albert grabbed the book and marched back to the table. He did not notice his Uncles Jakob had left. Smiling and shaking his head.  " Give that boy a book and it is like tossing a sponge into a pail of water. He absorbs every last drop of knowledge,” he muttered to himself walking out the door.

The house was quiet as a church as Albert lost himself in the book on Pythagoras. Warm summer winds blew the yellow cotton curtains and they flapped through the open window over the kitchen sink. The young mathematician's feet dangled from the wooden, thatched chair at the rectangular butcher block table. As he read, he began to realize that his uncle Jakob had given him his first real intellectual puzzle. Deep in thought, Albert was unaware that he had almost chewed through his pencil as he stared at the diagram of a right triangle. His eyebrows drawing closer and closer together as he read, Albert became determined to prove the Pythagorean Theorem.

Losing himself in his contemplation, Albert absentminded began playing with his compass as he turned pages in the book. He would read a few paragraphs and then gaze at the compass face, letting his mind wander in speculation. There was no way for him to know that the energy of the compass took his mind beyond space and time. Albert was far away and unaware of where he was as triangles of all shapes and sizes danced in his imagination.

The square of the length of the hypotenuse (c) of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the square of each leg (a, b) of the triangle " or C2 = A2 + B2   

 Without question, he was determined to meet the challenge of his own. Albert did not tell anyone what he was working on.

By the second week of intense focus, Albert’s theories were swirling round and round in his head. Finally one day, wild with excitement he sat writing. He covered a sheet of paper with cryptic drawings and numbers, the pencil lead broke. His arms quivering, he stared at the torn paper and broken pencil for a moment, then he snapped. Clawing at the paper, he wadded it up and screamed as he threw it across the kitchen hitting the kitchen door. His body shaking with fury, the budding scientist put his head down on the table and sobbed. 

His mother Pauline rushed from the stove where she had been stirring the stew for the evening dinner. She knelt down, putting a comforting arm across Albert’s shoulder. “Now, now, Albert. It’s okay.”

Albert turned and buried himself in his mother’s hug. “It’s not okay, mama. There is a way to prove this theorem and I can’t find it,” he said, his face still pinched with anger.

Pauline thought for a moment, then brightened. “Maybe doing something else for a while would help. Perhaps you should play your violin. You know how music soothes you so you can think.”

Albert frowned. “Come Albert. You need a break from that book. Maybe you could invite Johann and the two of you could practice the Mozart Sonata for the recital at school next month.”

Albert didn’t want to see anyone. The solitary quest suited him, but it was consuming him. And he was stuck. He was getting nowhere. His mother’s words reminded him how the family loved the concerts the two of them played during the holidays and how music lifted his spirits. And it was true that he did enjoy it when Johann joined in from time to time. Sighing in resignation, the grim mathematician surrendered, “Oh all right, I will talk to Johann.”

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“Wow, did your pet goldfish die or something, Albert? You look terrible.” Johann shook his head in disapproval as his friend let him in the front door.

Despite himself, Albert had to smile at Johann’s cheerfulness. “Ah, I’m just stuck on a problem and don’t know how to get out of it,” he said waving his arm as if to brush away his vexation. He was still hiding his mission and didn’t even want his friend to know what he was pursuing.

Attempting to shake off his melancholy, Albert ushered Johann into the parlor, “My mother thinks taking a break will help. We need to practice for the recital, anyway.”

Used to Albert’s moods, Johann nodded, “Okay, I can practice for an hour. My father needs me at the Alehouse to help serve the evening meal.” He wiped his rough hands on his lederhosen and sat on the wooden piano bench, his tree trunk legs stuffed under the piano. He shuffled the sheet music on the music stand. Albert had memorized the piece and readied his violin as he stood next to Johann.

After fifteen minutes of stops and starts to refine their duet, the notes sparkled with charm. The music’s sweetness began to seep into Albert’s troubled heart. He closed his eyes and like fireworks a burst of triangles within the notes flew in rhythm across his violin. His imagination opened and flowed with new ideas and Albert opened to new dimensions inside himself.

After another thirty minutes, Albert had regained his peace—and enthusiasm for his project. “I think we are ready for our recital, my friend.”

Consumed with eagerness to work with his new ideas Albert lost any sense of manners. He urged Johann to his feet and helped him on with his jacket. Feeling pushed out the door, Johann said, “Well I guess we are ready.” Then, just to frustrate his friend, he paused and turned to Albert, hiding a grin. “But are you sure you wouldn’t like to practice a few more times? I could stay a few more minutes…”

“No, no, I am certain we are ready. Hurry up now, I don’t want you to be late for work,” Albert replied. Almost slamming the door shut to his friend and completely oblivious to the fact that Johann knew exactly what Albert was up to. Johann smiled and shook his head as he turned to walk back to the alehouse.

With the breakthrough in awareness he had gained when he and Johann had been playing the Mozart piece, Albert became more confident. And with the confidence came serenity. The dreamer began to awaken each morning with visions of the music of the Pythagorean Theorem dancing in his mind’s eye. It was as if he was viewing it in its completeness from high above. And he knew how to prove it.

Raka the Dark Lord Transforms

Chapter 7

Raka The Dark Lord Transforms

The headline in the Munich Gazette read, “Young Child Missing in the Black Forest.”

A search is underway for a young boy who has disappeared in the Black Forest community of Stuttgart, southeast of Munich.  He was last seen walking to school. The Black Forest Police have mounted an extensive search though an early winter storm is expected to bring up to 2 inches of snow and freezing temperatures.

With a contented sigh, Raka wiped the last of the blond boy’s blood from his jaw. He had gorged on the clear pure essence of a young human to step up his energetic matrix, which had degraded when he had become reptilian. To assume human male form, he needed a male child. To become female, he had to consume the body of a young girl.

Raka had been surreptitiously observing the locals for weeks now, learning modern ways and studying their language. During that time, he had found an abandoned shack and furnished his cave with things he would need when in human guise: a chair, table, and bed. From a home at the village’s edge, in the dead of night, he had relieved a puny human of some of his garments as he slept. Now, having consumed a human to regenerate the needed DNA, he was finally ready to make his transformation.

With a shudder, then a lurch, he began to shift. The claws of his feet became soft as human toes appeared. Hairy male legs replaced his stubby reptilian hind appendages and his tail receded back into his body. Scales from his torso, arms and neck melted into pink flesh. His long slithery tongue withered until it could extend a scant inch or so beyond his lips. As he morphed, his airways constricted and he grabbed at his throat gasping for air. Writhing in ecstatic agony, then surrendering to the pain of bone, sinew and flesh reconfiguring itself, he collapsed to the ground. Naked, he lay as motionless as death as he recovered from the ordeal.

Some time later, Raka woke crunched in a fetal position and took in a breath. He had not been in human form for centuries.

He slowly opened his eyes. The candlelight in the dank cave seemed dim to his human senses. Raka rolled onto all fours, then straightened his back so he was kneeling on the hard rock of the cave floor. He explored his new weak and wingless form with soft flesh hands. He felt vulnerable as a member of the human race. His appraisal complete, he gathered the strength of the weak body and stood. The blood rushed from his head and he stumbled sideways. He flung out an arm seeking support and braced himself on the cave wall then staggered to a tattered armchair and sat with a thud. The resulting cloud of dust set him coughing and he cursed the frailty of humans. After a moment, he forced himself to stand again. This time, he maintained his equilibrium. No time to waste, he must dress and get going.

As a changeling, he was still able to keep the reptile glands in his throat. Rubbing them stimulated his adrenaline and made him feel powerful. He spit on his hand and smelled with delight the pungent clear reptilian saliva. “Potent as ever,” he assessed, somewhat reassured.

Near the chair was a single bed with his new clothes. Struggling to master the musculature of this form he had not occupied for so long, he put on the pants, shirt and jacket he had “liberated” and nodded in satisfaction as he slightly lengthened his legs and shortened his arms so the garments fit perfectly. He had no idea of how to knot the ridiculous piece of cloth humans called a necktie, so he stuffed it into his inside jacket pocket. Frowning, he muttered, “The dress of the Egyptians was simple. I hate these confining things.”

The thought of Egypt reminded Raka of how he had manipulated Pharaoh Akhenaten’s court. He smiled as he remembered deceiving the priests by promising them power if they would abandon the Prophet of the One God. He recalled the delight he had experienced watching the duplicitous fools, Akhenaten’s closest friends, murder the Egyptian King while he meditated.  

Bringing himself out of his reverie, Raka went over to a wooden chest that contained one of his most prized possessions. It was something he had had fabricated in another time and place during one of his earlier forays in human form. Opening the finely crafted box he picked up an ornate walking stick. Its handle was a Dragon head of pure gold. A pair of flawless rubies was crafted to make fierce glowing eyes, not unlike his own when he was in reptilian form.

The stick not only steadied him as he walked but had a long, hollow needle hidden in the handle. Should he press in a certain way on the ruby eyes, the stick would transform into a weapon that would inject his reptilian venom into his victim. He nodded in satisfaction at the craftsmanship. He had paid dearly for the piece, but it was well worth it.

By human standards, he was a handsome blond male in his late thirties. Donning an ebony Homburg, Raka gazed at himself in the mirror near the bed. Familiarizing himself again with the muscles of his stubby human tongue, he practiced the new language. When he felt he had mastered what he wanted to say, he went through the entire performance. His charismatic blue eyes twinkling, he touched his Homburg with his right hand. In flawless German he spoke the greeting he had observed. “Hello, my name is Rudolf.  How, do you do?”

Raka grunted in satisfaction with his accomplishment. He was ready for his mission. Tilting his head, the Dark Lord sniffed to discern the scent of the Shamir Stone’s power. In just a moment, he had identified the direction and set off at a brisk walk.

Raka the Dark Lord

Chapter 6

Raka the Dark Lord

Deep in a dank underground cavern in the Black Forest of Basil Germany, Raka stirred. The instant the number 33 had appeared above Albert’s compass, the power emanating from the device had awakened him from his centuries of slumber. His reptilian nostrils dilated as he tasted the air. The scent brought a smile to his lips, baring razor sharp teeth. His brownish scales ruffled with delight. In disbelief, he shook his bony, horned head. Not since the fall of Jerusalem had the twelve-foot angel of darkness smelled such power. “Am I dreaming? Can it be a Shamir Stone?”

Once an Atlantean Priest, Raka had become the Lord of Darkness as the result of a DNA experiment gone horribly wrong. The accident forever changed him. The spiritual Light that had guided his life was overshadowed by the darkness of the nether realms as the power of the serpent twisted his consciousness. He had transformed from an enlightened priest-scientist to an immortal, shape-shifting reptilian hybrid. His thirst for the blood that nourished him had become nearly insatiable.

Heat flushed through his body. His face twisted into a sneer as the thought of his fraternal twin brother rushed into his consciousness, filling him with resentment. “Curse that fool, Arka. Because of him I had to steal that DNA code. He thought he was better than me. Always the perfect one.”

 Raka chuckled then, as his bitter thoughts turned to how he had masterminded the destruction of Atlantis. “The priests of Light never saw it coming.” Wielding the giant six-sided Firestone crystal in the Temple of Light, it was he who caused the disintegration of the entire continent. “It felt good to beat my brother— and THEM—that day.”

Climbing atop a large boulder, Raka considered the present. With a deep longing for the sacred stone he sighed, “To get the Shamir this time I have to blend in.” He shuddered as he realized what that meant. “I will have to change into a human,” he thought, his mind spitting out the last word as if it had a foul taste.  

With the supernatural stone of Atlantis, Raka would rule the world. The deep primal depraved need impelled him to fight, destroy and kill to acquire the power of the Stone of Light. “I’ve made many attempts, only to be thwarted by those Travelers of Light.” He rubbed his scaly head. Determination building within him, the angel of darkness shrugged off his past. He dug his clawed feet into the dirt and began formulating his plan. Rubbing his jaw, he began plotting. “To succeed, I must find a human accomplice.”

The Compass and The Mystical Travelers

In the dimension closest to earth, sometimes called the astral realm, Moses, Ezekiel, Jesus, and Akhenaten floated in deep meditation. Known to those initiated into higher realms of Light as Mystical Travelers, they had gathered in the halls of the Crystal Temple for a sacred purpose. The vibration of Ezekiel’s Lux crystal portal interrupted the sublime moment and the melodic sound of chanting stopped.

Stunned Ezekiel said, “The supernatural power of the relic of Moses has been activated! How could that be, we contained the Arc of the Covenant at the Fall of Jerusalem.”

Leaning toward the image in the portal, Ezekiel saw Albert and Johann playing with a round brass object. Above the relic floated the number 33.

Ezekiel called Moses, Jesus, and Akhenaten, “I think we have a situation to discuss.” He touched his portal and the image of Albert and Johann appeared on the larger screen in front of the room. There was a collective gasp when they saw the 33.

The thread of light of the Mystical Travelers on Planet Earth  dates back from  the beginning of time through Egypt and into centuries to come. In the eighteenth dynasty through the reign of Akhenaten hundred years of years before the time of Christ, evil practices had spread into many of the temples. Akhenaten, with great wisdom endeavored to wipe out the deception through the worship of One God. Unfortunately, the great Pharaoh met his fate at the hands of Egyptian priests who wanted to regain their power.  

The next Mystical Travelers who came to assist the world, Moses, and Jesus, prepared to endure tests of higher initiation. In Light centers around the world, they studied and taught peace and compassion. The common man of the day could learn while on earth how to manifest Christ Consciousness.

Jesus reflected on the image. “Thirty-three, the number of a master teacher. He will need to develop  a sincere devotion to bringing spiritual enlightenment to the world.” Jesus could see into Albert’s intense dark eyes and read his essence.  “He is a rare child that will be difficult to handle. He will need time and considerable effort to integrate his gift into his personality.”

Through the Lux crystal portal, Ezekiel searched through the records of time for Albert Einstein. He saw the chaos and confusion spread across the planet as the world struggled with its transition into the industrial age. “Could this be the one to bridge across time and space and bring the theories of light to mankind?” he wondered.

Ezekiel spoke again to the Travelers. “Albert Einstein was born on the day of infinity, March 14, 1879. Yes he has the master number 33.”

Moses considered the scene with the boys. “I thought we possessed the relic. What happened?”

On his Lux crystal portal, Ezekiel replayed his mission to rescue the Arc of the Covenant for the Travelers.

Moses scruntized the images on the portal. Within an instant he pointed. “There, did you see a bright flash? Something fell out of the Arc.” 

“It looks like the same object that Albert has,” Ezekiel said. “What is it?”

Moses cleared his throat and the Light masters turned their gaze to him. “When I took the Arc from the Temple I found a round object with twelve gems in the shape of a star on its top. While we were in the desert, we discovered it was a directional device which always pointed north. Despite its usefulness, we augmented it.”

Jesus raised his eyebrow, “Augmented?”

Moses nodded, “We hid a Shamir stone in a false bottom of the device.

Akhenaten’s eyes widened in surprise , “That might not have been wise. The supernatural power of the Shamir stone comes from those who live in the dimensions of Light far beyond earth or this realm. The secret of building the mighty pyramids is within such a precious stone. In the hands of the dark angels, one such stone caused the destruction of Atlantis.

Deep in thought Jesus nodded. “We need to assist and protect the stone and young Albert Einstein. If the  Lord of Darkness learned of the power of the compass, he could attempt to take the device from him and use it for evil purposes as he has done in the past.”