Free The Lost Symbol (Robert Langdon) by Dan Brown Page A

words of Lynne McTaggart: “Living consciousness somehow is the influence that turns the
possibility
of something into something
real
. The most essential ingredient in creating our universe is the consciousness that observes it.”
    The most astonishing aspect of Katherine’s work, however, had been the realization that the mind’s ability to affect the physical world could be
augmented
through practice. Intention was a
learned
skill. Like meditation, harnessing the true power of “thought” required practice. More important . . . some people were born more skilled at it than others. And throughout history, there had been those few who had become true masters.
    This is the missing link between modern science and ancient mysticism.
    Katherine had learned this from her brother, Peter, and now, as her thoughts turned back to him, she felt a deepening concern. She walked to the lab’s research library and peered in. Empty.
    The library was a small reading room—two Morris chairs, a wooden table, two floor lamps, and a wall of mahogany bookshelves that held some five hundred books. Katherine and Peter had pooled their favorite texts here, writings on everything from particle physics to ancient mysticism. Their collection had grown into an eclectic fusion of new and old . . . of cutting-edge and historical. Most of Katherine’s books bore titles like
Quantum Consciousness, The New Physics,
and
Principles of Neural Science.
Her brother’s bore older, more esoteric titles like the
Kybalion,
the
Zohar, The Dancing Wu Li Masters,
and a translation of the Sumerian tablets from the British Museum.
    “The key to our scientific future,” her brother often said, “is hidden in our past.” A lifelong scholar of history, science, and mysticism, Peter had been the first to encourage Katherine to boost her university science education with an understanding of early Hermetic philosophy. She had been only nineteen years old when Peter sparked her interest in the link between modern science and ancient mysticism.
    “So tell me, Kate,” her brother had asked while she was home on vacation during her sophomore year at Yale. “What are Elis reading these days in theoretical physics?”
    Katherine had stood in her family’s book-filled library and recited her demanding reading list.
    “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 is 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 perceive his own entanglement, to sense his own interconnection with