Light of Life: fiat lux Mystery Cache

It is a crooked path to the jyotirmaya. Before you approach this door, you must pass through the first, second and third doors.

At last I had the complete manuscript! When I put the manuscript I had found at Varanasi with that which I had taken from Hanaan, a verse emerged from the ancient characters:

While the Sumerian civilisation was crumbling, a new power was emerging. The guardians of the jyotirmaya had fled west to Greece and Mycenae. There they had hidden the jyotirmaya, the Holy Grail, the Light of Life. For 5,000 years it had been undisturbed; how was I to find something that had been hidden for so long?

I searched the Mycenean texts for clues. There were references to labyrinths hewn deep into the mountains that surrounded the city, but where should I enter? I found the answer in the works of Pythagoras, although he had been born long after the jyotirmaya had been hidden and the Mycenean civilisation had disappeared. Pythagoras’s life’s work was devoted to the mysticism of numbers. He revered a shape that was the engine that drove nature. As I looked at the ancient Mycenean maps, I saw that shape in the hills- drawn by the mouths of caves. Perhaps Pythagoras had known of the jyotirmaya; perhaps this is where he had found the inspiration that had led to his discovery.

I left for the ruins of Mycenae at once. There in the hot and dusty hills of the Pelaponnese, I found the cave that marked the centre of that mystical shape. I looked back at the parched Greek countryside and knew that I would never again see the world in the same way; soon I would have the power over all that lay before me. Like Theseus searching for the Minotaur, I descended into the cave, into darkness…

A strange force guided me through the blackness; it was as if my lifeforce itself was directing me so it could reunite with that which had created it.

And after hours or days, I cannot tell, in the centre of that forgotten labyrinth, I found a silver box, inlayed with copper and etched with Eastern symbols. I opened the box. Inside was a small, blue pouch decorated with a design that I recognised as the Sumerian symbol for “Beware”. With trembling hands, I opened the pouch. The light of a million suns seared my eyes. I cried out and held up my hand, but it was too late. I was blind… yet I could see. I could see everything. I knew everything. Time was a stage laid out before me and as I looked across that stage, I could see the whole of time from the dawn of creation to the heat death of the universe. I was like a god; but a god who knows that he is still a man and that is my torment.

Now I, Mutato Nomine, guardian of the jyotirmaya, proclaim that holy shape of celestial order and cosmic wholeness! I proclaim it but you do not see it, for it is not here, but close to here. A quiver of my aging hand is enough to reach that place. Then, find the number it represents, so you may journey to another country, to a desolate place. Stand there and look out across the land and sea, as I did at Mycenae, and know that the power over all you survey will be yours.

I can feel your fear. The search for the jyotirmaya consumes you, yet you must have it, even though it will destroy your soul.

See all! Know all! You must go now. The pain and ecstasy are too much to endure. Galaxies are born and then explode. My eyes melt. I stand on the edge of the abyss.

This is how it ends: in light.

The answer, my student, can be checked here: Geochecker.com.