My Quest: A lifelong search for Pulse Sacred Meal

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When I was just over eight years old, some friends insisted that I attend a Sunday school class with them.  

Until that time I had never been to Sunday school.

I sat enthralled as “Sister Lake” told the story of Daniel from chapter one in the Old Testament book of the bible.  

I was thrilled to hear a story about four young men who had refused to eat the meats and dainties and drink the wines of the King’s appointed food allotment for them.  

Instead, they insisted that they eat a meal called “Pulse” with only water to drink.

After only ten days, the story went on to explain how these kids appeared significantly brighter and stronger than anyone else in the encampment who had dined upon the King’s menu.


After three years on nothing but Pulse and water, these four young men were found to be ten times smarter in all learning and problem-solving skills than all of the learned men, and in fact, the King’s entire realm - which at that time was most of the known world.

It is an understatement to say that I went home that day filled with a sense of inspiration and awe.  

I simply wouldn’t shut up about Pulse and was willing to do anything to find it for myself.  

I drove my mum, family and friends nuts before I realised that none of them actually knew what Pulse was.  

From that point on, I had a feeling deep within me that I had discovered my life’s purpose – I would do whatever it took to learn about and find that amazing little meal.

Of course at the time, I had no idea that my search for Pulse would become a 17 year quest as a young adult.  Yes, I was looking for Pulse, but it’s the profound nuggets of wisdom that I discovered along the way that really defined my life.
  

My search for Pulse took me into large University information repositories and libraries of every size and kind across the globe.  
 
I gained access to microfilm assembles, rear book collections of religious institutes, seminaries and synagogues.

I attended scholastic lectures on ancient records and I visited museums, international exhibitions, the British Museum, the library of congress and the Smithsonian compound. 
During this time, I discovered ancient scrolls, parchment galleries, biblioethcaries, private and public athenaeums, halls filled with bibliotheca stacks, reference rooms, tunnels, caverns of dusty ancient manuscripts, publications and transliterations. 

In the end, I had obtained the most precious knowledge from nearly every corner of human enquiry.


Much of what I had been exposed to though, as enlightening as it was, left me feeling empty.  

In all of it, I had not found a single presentation of any depth of understanding that would shed light or even hint as to the contents and form of Pulse.

With great disappointment and a heavy heart, after 17 years I quit searching. I gave up and walked away. 

Two years later, through an accidental meeting of a wise old gentleman of letters and degrees, I was given a temporary appointment as a student researcher.  

My role encompassed attendant responsibilities to the private architectonic instruments, documents and records collection of a world-renowned consortium of ancient and arcane artifacts kept in what they called, “The Den”.

 It was also known to some as the “Archiva Scriptorium”. 


It was here, while enjoying a daily ritual feast of words from minds of the past - set in binders of translated papers with their accompanying scrolls or parchments - that I found the object of my desire. 


The defeated dream/quest of my youth was alive again in the twinkling of an eye.  

It was the joy of a surprise resurrection as I wept, laughed and trembled.  

I took copious mental notes.  

My memory etched each precious verse and commentary into neutral stones to hang as plaques on the walls of my mind forever and ever.  

Mental movies set alphanumerically by my mind's eye for future viewing…and oh how I do watch them again and again.  I watch them at night, in the day, when I am busy and when I am not. 


A dream had come true 10,000 times over.  The sheer wonder of our minds is a collection of memories and our imaginations, as you’ll come to understand.


Pulse is the brilliance of nature’s table set to the music of seasons, measured in mathematical proportional harmonies according to an equation of life that appears coloured and textured in keeping with the natural numerical science of smells and taste written in exact ratios of compass square, circle and field, gardens and groves, planting suns & harvesting moons. 

Pulse is food for thought.

Pulse is actually thought for food when the body is thought of in terms of the temple.  

Pulse is usable, practical, applicable, timely and best of all, convenient.  

Pulse eaten often fulfils the measure of its creation and helps you to fulfil the measure of yours.

I am so glad that I finally did find it and was able to bring it forth for the benefit of today’s humanity.

And I'm glad I got to share that story with you! 

Have a great week, 

'CowBoy' Don 

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