Characteristic number hides a secret code

Characteristic Number Hides a Secret Code

Characteristic Number Hides a Secret Code. Civilization has lost its touch with the past. A lost Golden Age  was all about number squares. Two opposite numbers always totaled the same number. Our featured number square will be the 3 x 3. Its characteristic number is 10. Any two opposite numbers total 10. These include 9 + 1;  4 + 6;  3 + 7; and 2 + 8.  First, where did I first learn about number squares? From the writings of British author, John Michell. Many of my blog are about the 3 x 3 number square. Below is an internal link to one of them. I However, I was able to take John Michell’s work a step further. This is because of an American Indian spirit guide from the Lennie Lenape. It all happened on Oquaga Lake  (See picture below).

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This book started me on a thus far 50 year journey.



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View the square 2 numbers at the time by opposites. Whereas two numbers that cross the center are paired in the same row. Their sum is always 110. Thus, 49 + 61 = 110. Or, 35 + 75 = 110.   The 110 can be pulled out of the square in 16 ways. Thus, 16 X 110 = 1,760. The center then becomes 55. It is surrounded by 440


Characteristic Number Square List of Antiquity

  • The 3 x 3 is 10.
  • The 4 x 4 equals 17.
  • The 5 x 5 totals 26
  • The 6 x 6 is 37.
  • The 7 x 7 is 50.
  • The 8 x 8 is 65
  • The 9 x 9 is 82.

So where is the hidden number code? Take the prime characteristic number of the 3 x 3 number square. Its sum is 10 as described. Next, total the numbers from 1 to 10. They equal 55. You have just seen how the center of the 3 x 3 number square becomes 55 when viewed two numbers at the time.  Today many scoff at this. The ancients of a lost Golden Age accepted it.  My Indian spirit guide also offered a book of poetry, filled  with her wisdom.

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Trust Among Nations

Trust Among Nations as Per the Oquaga Spirit

Trust Among Nations as Per the Oquaga Spirit. As usual, defining terms comes first. What is trust?

a assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something
b one in which confidence is placed

Next, who or what is the Oquaga Spirit? She is an essence that dwells around Oquaga Lake. I believe it is an American Indian spirit. I (David) was the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga lake House. My employment covered a span of about 25 years.  In the mornings I’d stroll and the spirit would be afloat.  “So much she needed an ear, she ignored my tranquillity.” Some years we did not go to the lake. That was primarily when our children were in school. Over the decades the spirit changed her mode of communication:

  1. In the 1980’s she preferred iambic pentameter. This was communicated in quatrains.
  2. During the 1990’s she spoke in rhyming, triple meter. She also communicated poetry in quatrains. Why quatrains? They bring about a beneficial effect. Quatrains of poetry invoke Jupiterian influences. Jupiter is the thinking-person’s planet. It is the guardian of the abstract mind. This planet rules higher learning. It bestows upon us a yen for exploring ideas. This is both intellectually and spiritually. Explanations of Jupiterian influences through a specific number square are on
  3.  Below is an excerpt from a poem in iambic, written during the 1980’s.
Trust was spoken of by a spirit on this lake
View from our porch on Oquaga Lake

The spirit loved peaceful co-existence. Also, many poems were about beauty in nature. She was of the Lennie Lenape tribe. This tribe was ruled by the women. The Lenape have a matrilineal clan system and historically were matrilocal.

Jennie Bobb and her daughter, Nellie Longhat (both Delaware), Oklahoma, 1915[7]

Trust Among Nations

Mutual exchange among nations promotes peace.
When states have closed doors, mistrust develops.
People then image what horrors locked entries must hide.
Not realizing that inhabitants worldwide live similarly.

Though official doctrines of lands may differ,
Everyone eats, sleeps, drinks and works.
Nations tap their feet to the same rhythms.
They view sunrise and sunset with equal awe.

All over, people want to be liked and loved
As recorded in the songs and novels of writers.
Everywhere, people seek to understand mysteries of life.
In so doing they turn to religion or philosophy…




Future Telling by a poetic spirit on Oquaga Lake

Future Telling as per the Oquaga Spirit

Future Telling as per the Oquaga Spirit. Common methods used for fortune telling in Europe and the Americas include astromancyhorary astrologypendulum reading, spirit board reading, tasseography (reading tea leaves in a cup), cartomancy (fortune telling with cards), tarot readingcrystallomancy (reading of a crystal sphere), and chiromancy (palmistry, reading of the palms). The last three have traditional associations in the popular mind with the Roma and Sinti people (often called “gypsies”).

However, current theories of leading physicists see reality as a connection or continuum of space-time. Thus, as the present is visible, so are the past and the future. I was fortunate enough to spend 15 summer seasons on Oquaga Lake. My official title was “the house pianist” at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. One of my duties was playing the piano on “Scott’s Showboat of Song.” It daily circled Oquaga Lake at 4:30 pm. Once in a while we did a nighttime cruise. Everyone was happy and joyful. Most sensed a spiritual presence on the lake.  For me, it spoke in poetry as a hiked around the lake in the early morning hours. Below is one of the spirit’s poems. It is entitled “Future Fog.” An illustrated book of her poetry is called: The Oquaga Spirit Speaks.” It is available as a product on

Future Telling and the Oquaga Spirit
Spiritual presence radiates forth from this mountain top, spring fed lake. Its beauty is almost incredible.

Future Telling in the Poem “Future Fog” in the Oquaga Spirit Speaks

We see the future in a fog                   But though we cannot see through,
And know not what it brings.            We still may smell and hear.
It’s milky, dense and thick                   By keeping all senses sharp
And hides most everything.                We see ahead the year.
We do not know tomorrow,                For sound penetrates the fog.
If it bring joy or sorrow                        And smell drifts through the haze.
Or if it just be plain                                 By keeping all senses sharp,
Like slow and steady rain.                    We see ahead the days.
We know not how things shape up
Until the fog has lifted.
But then the future is the present,
As the sands of time have shifted.
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The future is hidden by “fog.” So are two birds in this masterful picture.
Seasonal Migration and Oquaga Lake

Seasonal Migration as per the Oquaga Spirit

Seasonal Migration as per the Oquaga Spirit. Many spring fed lakes  have spiritual presence. Oquaga Lake has quite a strong and active spirit. I was fortunate. The  spiritual “Lady of the Lake” befriended me. My family and I spent some 15 summer seasons on the lake. I was the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. Here is an incredible parallel: Just as the movie The Last Samurai featured an historian/photgrapher, we had one on Oquaga Lake. His name was John Margolies. Here is some of his background.

From sea to shining sea, John Margolies knew, there was much that cried to be photographed. There was the Long Island poultry store in the shape of a vast white duck. The gaping alligator’s mouth through which visitors entered a Kissimmee, Fla. zoo.  The 65-foot-long muskie in Bena, Minn., that housed the Big Fish Supper Club. The Donut Hole, a doughnut shop in the form of — what else? — in La Puente, Calif.

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Oquaga Lake, John Margolies photographer.
John Margolies in 1987. Credit Don Hogan Charles/The New York Times

Our enitre family spent many summers with John  on Oquaga Lake. We all loved every minute. Never a dull moment on magnificent spring fed lake.  I (David)  wrote poetry galore thanks to the spirit.


Seasonal Migration as per the Oquaga Spirit

Enjoy a moment of nostalgia with the spirit’s poem entitled “We’ll Talk a Little More.” I sensed that she was a female Indian spirit. She was from the Lennie Lenape. The entire collection is available on  Daily, I recite and keep the poetry memorized; and the spirit alive.  Poetry presentations are in my job description.

The summer fun is done
Like burnt wood in a flame:
Only glowing embers
And memories to place in a frame.

But oh, how those embers
Are full of reverie,
I see in them the summer
And I’m sure the summer sees me.

And many a fire will burn
In crackling fireplace,
Until the folks return
Once more to their special place.

The ground is flooded with leaves.
Daily the temperature dips.
Our boxes and bags are packed.
We’re readied for southern trip.

I bid you spirit, adieux
At least for ninety-four.
Next year when I return,
We’ll talk a little more.


Baby song lyrics.

Baby Song Lyrics are Literally Everywhere

Baby Song Lyrics are Literally Everywhere. I am writing this blog to

  1. Describe how this word is now an anachronism. It is outdated.
  2. Show how this word has prevailed in popular culture.
  3. Show that this catch all word  should be replaced a more appropriate word.
  4. List a number of songs that communicate the frequent use of this overworked and tired word.
  5. Place a little humor into a blog.
Baby songs lyrics? Well, we have the music by Mancini
Henry Mancini wrote the Music to the Baby Elephant Walk  for the movie, Hatari. It actually does not have lyrics, just music.

First, We Turn to The Producers to Look at Baby Song Lyrics

Following the flop of theatre musical Funny Boy (based on William Shakespeare‘s Hamlet) (“Opening Night”), the show’s washed-up producer, Max Bialystock, hires the neurotic Leo Bloom as his accountant. While studying Max’s books, Leo notes that a flop is expected to lose money.   The IRS won’t investigate the finances of failed productions. Leo jests by selling an excess of shares and embezzling the funds, a flop could generate up to $2 million. Max asks for Leo’s help with the scheme.  Searching for the worst play written, the duo finds Springtime for Hitler, a musical written by an ex-Nazi named Franz Liebkind. Max and Leo acquire Franz’s rights to the musical, They adapt it to their own vision of the play. They do their best to make it a flop. They  use the worst lyrics. The show is in bad taste. Then they hire what could be considered a joke of a singer-actor for the lead. He constantly says or sings the word, “baby”. This word is obviously not in keeping with the playwright’s intentions.  Its use upsets Franz Liebkind to no end. He angrily states:

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Franz Liebkind: Der Führer does not say, “Achtung, baby.”

Franz Liebkind: Baby! Baby!… Why does he say this “baby”? The Führer has never said “baby”. I did not write, “baby”. What is it with this, “baby”?

A Short Sample List of Baby Song Lyrics and Titles

  • (You’re So Square) Baby I Don’t Care – Elvis Presley.
  • (You’re) Having My Baby – Paul Anka.
  • …Baby One More Time – Britney Spears.
  • Always Be My Baby – Mariah Carey.
  • American Baby – Dave Matthews Band.
  • Angel Baby – Rosie & the Originals.
  • Angie Baby – Helen Reddy.
  • Anybody Seen My Baby? –

Please check on line and be amazed. Click in The Best Songs with Baby in the Title.

Finally, why do I think that Baby Song Lyrics are inappropriate for today? A baby is totally dependent.  Babies need love, attention and oversight. We live in a day and age where both women and men want to be respected and independent. A new woman’s movement is afoot. In this context, calling anyone, man or woman baby is at best, belittling. What are your thoughts on baby song lyrics?


Dance will return to three four time signature

Three Four Time Signature is Called for by the Oquaga Spirit

Three Four Time Signature Called for by the Oquaga Spirit. There is a hidden place where life is still beautiful. Water is crystal clear. It is drinkable with minimal filtration. A spirit hovers on the lake and surrounding area. I was most fortunate. The spirit took a liking to me. It accompanied me on walks through the woods and over the mountains. As I say in one of my poems, called The Oquaga Spirit: “So much she needed an ear, she ignored my tranquility.”  Who is this spirit? I sensed it was a female from the Lennie Lenape American Indians. At one time their domain was also around the lake. Women ruled the roost. What characterized this spirit?

The Oquaga Spirit even spoke of triple meters.
My wife and myself lived for many summer seasons on Oquaga lake. This cottage is called the “Birches”. We enjoyed the lake view while dining on the back porch.


Dancing Near You

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Triple Meters and Dance
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  • First and foremost: It loves music. At 4:30 P.M. a showboat went around the lake. The guests sang with gusto as it circled its perimeters.
  • The spirit loves ballroom dancing. As a matter of fact, it inspired our ballroom dancing CD, Dancing Near You. We had ballroom dance instructors from all over the country offering their thoughts. I wrote down the music. My wife Sharon was the arranger.
  • It loves wisdom and knowledge. Many of the blogs on were communicated to me by this Indian spirit.
  • The Indian spirit was a great advocate the Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” It did not like contrary people.

What the Oquaga Spirit Said About Three Four Time Signature

The spirit dictated my poetry book, The Oquaga Spirit Speaks, in triple time signature. The poem I quote is Nature Loves to Waltz. Its concluding quatrain is:

Man likes duple meters
His triple meters wane.
Return ye to the waltzes of Vienna
And the vibrant boleros of Spain.

So what is my poetic plan? Simply, to tour the world reciting the wisdom of the Oquaga Spirit. Also, I have a few openings for piano lessons in Sarasota. Here is a free poetry sample on youtube. May the spirit be with you!

The Oquaga Spirit Speaks – YouTube
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David Ohrenstein reads excerpts from the book “The Oquaga Spirit Speaks,” the voice of nature and the …






People berries - how people mature like mountain berries

People Berries are Like Fruit Berries-Oquaga Spirit Speaks

People Berries are Like the Fruit Berries- Oquaga Spirit Speaks. Yes, we have an analogy. Computers are not great in inventing analogies. Poets are. Especially when the poet is an American Indian spirit. This spirit dwells around Oquaga Lake. Now, you must be asking, how does this analogy hold water?  I lived and worked in the Catskill Mountains. The Scott family hired me as their piano player. The resort is called Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. If you think I’m a little off with this thought, first consider this quote by Shakespeare. Then I will offer the analogy

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William Shakespeare

“ Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name. ”
People berries explained at Scott's
Summer fun at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House

People Berries as per the Oquaga Spirit

Here is the analogy. It is from my book The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. The book contains some 80 poems. It is available as a product on The spirit says in this excerpt from “The Smells of Childhood Remembered.”

The berries are the bells of summer.
Wild strawberries in June.
Then raspberries and blueberries.
Blackberries bring the harvest Moon.

Likewise, people who mature early are like the “Wild strawberries in June.” Those who mature in middle age are like the raspberries and blueberries. Those who mature later in life are like the luscious blackberries. Enjoy the wisdom of the Oquaga Spirit! Here is a free reading. I hope to recite this American Indian’s poetry in person  around the world.

The Oquaga Spirit Speaks – YouTube
Mar 28, 2016 – Uploaded by Dso Works



Trust Among Nations

Sacred Calm of Mind as per The Oquaga Spirit

Sacred Calm of Mind as per The Oquaga Spirit. Can poetry alter a state of consciousness?  So much in the daily news is disquieting. People have resorted to artificial means to calm themselves. This frequently takes the form of tranquilizers or aspirins. Perhaps even worse- drugs. What if poetry alone induce this sacred calm of mind?  Isn’t that preferable other means? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a poem called The Day is Done. I think it is a perfect example of poetry’s ability to create the sacred calm of mind. The Oquaga Spirit offered me a shorter poem. The poem, Sacred Calm of Mind, will be presented after this poem is Done.

In 1522, Sir Thomas More wrote (in ‘Four Last Things’): ‘It often happeth, that the very face sheweth the mind walking a pilgrimage, in such wise that other folk sodainly say to them a peny for your thought.'”

The sacred calm of mind
Certainly, Longfellow deserves more than a penny for his thoughts for The Day is Done. Might I suggest the post office make a more valuable stamp for this American genius.


 The day is done, and the darkness
      Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
      From an eagle in his flight.
 I see the lights of the village
      Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me
      That my soul cannot resist:
 A feeling of sadness and longing,
      That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
      As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
      Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
      And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
      Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
      Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
      Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavor;
      And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
      Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
      Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
      And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
      Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
      The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
      That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
      The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
      The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
      And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
      And as silently steal away.

Here’s the Oquaga Spirit’s Sacred Calm of Mind

In calm we see a mirror of God.
The lake that’s still reflects the Heavens.
A vision not spoiled by wave or ripple,
And is just as perfect as the sevens.

Be like the uncrossed morning lake
Not touched by boat nor swimmer.
Maintain that sacred calm of mind.
And in you eyes will be God’s glimmer.

The sacred calm of mind on Oquaga Lake
Oquaga Lake and the morning’s sacred calm of mind


 The Oquaga Spirit Speaks is available as a product on There we also find a thumbnail with a free presentation of the spirit’s poetry. I plan on give recitations on tour. .
Sleep therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit

Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit

Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit. I have been so fortunate. My family and I spent at least 15 beautiful summers on Oquaga Lake. The entire family got to go with me. I was employed as the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. As a result I have added another profession: That of a working poet. Scott’s is located in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains of New York state. There, I met the presence of a spirit. I call it the Oquaga Spirit. “In the mornings I’d stroll and the spirit would be afloat.” The spirit spoke in poetic verse. The verse was mostly in simple quatrains  in triple meter. A square four or angular two has dominated business, music, dance and poetry. Get ready for a soothing new wave of triple meter. As the spirit states: Return ye to the waltzes of Vienna.  Incidentally, I am currently playing the piano at the Sarasota Crab and Fin on St Armand’s Circle.  See events on  Come and listen to me outdoors and enjoy beautiful melodies of  Strauss waltzes.

The Oquaga Spirit Speaks – YouTube
Mar 28, 2016 – Uploaded by Dso Works

David Ohrenstein reads excerpts from the book “The Oquaga Spirit Speaks,” the voice of nature and the …

 Sleep Therapy Comes with Feeling Good

So What did the Oquaga Spirit Say About Sleep Therapy?

Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit
“Lights on porch and dock, and hotel waterside glitter around the shore. Markers do they provide.”

The spirit’s poem is from the “The Morning lake in July”. I sensed the spirit to be a female American Indian from the Lennie Lenope tribe. They, at one time. lived around the lake. Also, be sure to listen to the free youtube video above of me reciting some of this spirit’s wonderful poems.

The morning lake in July
Has no wrinkles or crinkles.
Its flat facade gently flows
Marked only by a few sprinkles.

Just like a youthful lad
Whose skin is smooth and healthy
Without a care and trouble free
As if he were quite wealthy.

But later in the day,
When the winds begin to blow,
And boats are out by the dozens,
It’s then that age will show.

The next morning with the rising Sun,
The lake is once more new.
Just like us, after a good night’s sleep
We dispel the feeling of blue.


Angelic media to paraphrase a great banjo player

Angelic Media to paraphrase a Great Comedian

Angelic Media to paraphrase a Great Comedian. For years I was the piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. I had the privilege  to accompany many comedians. Al Smith was one of my favorites. It was one of my busiest times: Seven days a week I performed the following afternoon and evening schedule:

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Now in the American Museum Banjo Hall of Fame: Banjo player-comedian Al Smith. He could play two banjos at once.
  • 3:30 I played on a showboat sing-a-long that went around Oquaga Lake. Fun,fun,fun!
  • 4:30 I sometimes played the afternoon feature show.
  • 6-7 Elegant music for the dinner hour.
  • 7:30 -9:00 played with The Lake-Shore Four dance band
  • 9-10:30 Played for feature shows. Al Smith was frequently called upon. Audiences loved him.
  • 10:30 until closing: For dancing until everyone dropped.

So What is the Angelic Media All About?

When I worked with Al Smith, I was in awe of his timing of his excellent comic rhythm. During his show, Ray Scott, the owner, would be on the drums. Gary Holdridge, son in law, would play the organ. Al had  funny stories and many one liners. He also would play banjo classics during his act. Included, of course, was Oh Susanna.  One of his  most memorable lines, in my opinion, is: “My wife is an angel….She’s always in the air harping about something.”  Why was this so funny? Because of the double meaning of “harpy”. Its intended meaning had to do with the Greek concept of harpies. In Greek mythology and Roman mythology, a harpy (plural harpiesGreekἅρπυια,[1][2] harpyiapronounced [hárpyi̯a]Latinharpȳia) was a half-human and half-bird personification of storm winds, in Homeric poems.[3]


Now, How does This Tie into the Angelic Media?

The news, in general, seems to continually harp on a few subjects. They have an obsession with statistics. Here is what the Oquaga Spirit has to say on this fixation. The poem which I quote is from the Oquaga Spirit Speaks.    It  is entitled: News.  The entire book is available as a product on

Mercury-Hermes ran past
Wearing wing-tipped shoes.
I asked him why he hurried?
He said he carried news.

And so it is with man
Who must be in the know;
News must travel quickly’
Or in the trash it goes.

He dashes to the station
Where it will be broadcast
At the speed of light
To regions remote and vast.

But I just take my time
Walking down the path.
Hermes carries statistics.
I enjoy nature’s math.