“Why in the world would you want to do something like this to somebody?” I ask.
“Why me, and why would you want to harm someone as innocent as Kelly? Why, because we know too much? Know what?” I ask him with a mild calm composure.
He bows his head and slips into deep thought. He painfully adjusts himself, sitting up taller and straighter, he then looks into my eyes.
“We have never encountered this before,” he begins, negatively moving his head back and forth.
“Encountered what?” I ask, puzzled at his statement.
“We have never encountered someone trying to save our life, after we have failed at carrying out their sentence of death.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“Because you know too much about me and my companions, you were sentenced to die,” he struggles to explain.
“I was elected to carry out the sentence, but I failed miserably. I tried to kill you Mr. Brooks, and yet you try to save my life in return. I do not understand,” he confesses.
”Who are you to sentence us to death anyway? And what do you mean, ‘companions’?” I ask, my anger beginning to rise up in my voice once again.
He gazes off into the distance, scratches his head and deliberates some unknown truth inside his mind, then looks back at me solemnly.
“I admit you don’t have the complete picture of who I am and what really is going on. You just happen to be one of only a handful of people that have discovered and become aware of the hidden existence of my companions and I, and of our clandestine maneuvers and operations. Although you may not have a complete knowledge Mr. Brooks, you have enough information to ruin our lives forever, whether you realize it or not. Your awareness has made us very uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable? You just tried to blow us up, and you’re uncomfortable? I feel really bad about that.”
“I know how you must feel.” He sounds more compassionate.
“How in the world would you know how I feel?” I spit back. He ignores my disputatious fervor and continues.
“Like you Mr. Brooks, I too am a sentenced man. I know what it means to be sentenced for something you had no control over,” he cryptically explains.
“I don’t have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about.” I think he must now be slipping into delirium because of his wounds and loss of blood. He appeals me to await his further justification, by raising his hand in gesture, and then continues.
“You and I are both innocent participants Mr. Brooks. Our kindred crime is one in the same, being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“If you mean that Kelly and I were sentenced without knowing what we were guilty of, yeah, I would have to agree with you there. As far as the rest of it, I’m still pretty confused about who you are, where you came from, and what in the world you are trying to say.”
He looks away from me for a silent moment, his face clouding over with a dark and serious methodical countenance. Suddenly, his eyes open up with the light of decision he has made somewhere in his mind.
“To tell you what I am about to tell you, would be counted against me as treason, and would sentence me to prison forever if it were found out. However, because of your unexpected humane kindness, I am willing to take that chance.” His words are puzzling but have the ring of sincerity to them, so I squat down on the floor and sit next to him. He again struggles to sit up taller until his eyes meet level with mine, and then continues on.
“For the past many years, my companions and I have existed as Pardras-de-Nephish.” Pausing for a moment he looks out into thin air, as if he were able to read his own thoughts written down somewhere out there in empty space, then he continues.
“In your English language, I think it would translate into something like ‘Fathers of Myth.’ ”
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TWENTY NINE
“Fathers of Myth? What do you mean, Fathers of Myth?” My impatient disposition interrupts him before he can go any further. He calmly raises his palm again to persuade halt to my tongue.
“When I stop and think about it all now, it seems like we have been here forever,” he continues. “Maybe the struggle has just made it seem like forever.” His eyes dart a glance over at me for an instant, his face laboring a half smile.
“My companions and I came here to your Earth over 6,000 years ago with a noble assignment.” I can feel my right eye gesticulate a cringe in disbelief.
“Hold it, wait a minute. So you’re telling me that you and your friends are 6,000 years old?”
“Oh no Mr. Brooks.” I nod my head in relief.
“Each of us is much older than that. Actually, I am the youngest of them all. I will be 9,760 years old in two more of your lunar months.”
He ignores the gesture of my mouth dropping open and continues on.
“We came here to conduct a scientific experiment. If successful, we would create an inexhaustible food source for our civilization for centuries to come.
“Actually our scientific experiment involved two objectives. The first was bringing our domestic farm animals here to Earth, raising them here for the purpose of producing meat for food. The Earth had very few human inhabitants at that time, and there were vast amounts of land available for raising our stock.
The second objective was that of the cultivation of an experimental crop that would serve as food for the herds of stock animals we would bring here. Actually it was a new genetically designed type of bacteria that grew faster than any food crop we had ever cultivated.
“In the beginning we set up large stations in strategic locations all over the planet. These would serve as giant shipping and receiving depot stations for us. In the beginning it all looked so promising, and everything went according to our plans.”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” Before he can speak another word, I intrude with my objection.
“First of all, what you’re telling me is, to say the least, a little hard to swallow, OK. But let’s just say for argument’s sake that you’re not crazy, and you’re telling me the truth about something that actually happened.
If you set up large docking stations all over the Earth some 6,000 years ago like you say, where are they now? How is it that no one has ever found any evidence of these so-called large docking stations. How do you figure that?”
“Oh but they have Mr. Brooks, they have. Your so-called archaeologists found them centuries ago. They have just called them something different from what they actually were.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask with irritation.
His whole body begins to shiver from the wet and cold, and his teeth begin to chatter. I attempt to cover him better with his coat once again, and try to rub warmth into his arms and legs. His shivering subsides a little and he continues.
“I’m talking about the pyramids, Mr. Brooks. The famous pyramids of Egypt; the pyramids found in Asia, Africa, and the Americas. Many years ago they all once served as our docking stations and scientific laboratory settlements.” He stops and returns a sincere smile in response to my wide-mouthed disbelief.
“How could that be?” I question.
“Everybody knows that the pyramids are nothing more than tombs for the rulers of antiquity. If the pyramids are what you say they are, why did archaeologists find dead kings, emperors, and Pharaohs like King Tut, buried inside them?” I grill him.
“A very good question Mr. Brooks, and there is a very simple answer,” he seems very calm.
“Obviously, several of our pyramids survived the waters of the flood. After a few hundred years, people began to forget the real origin of the pyramids. They became sacred places, and even places of worship. In time, it became a custom for great kings to use these sacred pyramids as their final resting place. Many pyramids were used just as they were built, while others were altered according to their need.
“Actually Mr. Brooks, to tell you the truth, pyramids and the ancient culture of Egypt was not from this Earth. Our peopl
e introduced the ancient culture of Egypt to the Earth. In fact, the name Egypt was the name of our emperor who was ruling at the time we came to the Earth. We introduced the culture, the religion and even the style of writings you call hieroglyphics, to the Earth.”
“Yeah, I remember seeing some kind of Egyptian hieroglyphics in a cave in Montana. By looking at the writings on that cave wall, it looks like to me that you also introduced slave labor to the world,” I tell him.
“Oh yes, the cave that you discovered. That cave was used thousands of years ago as one of our outposts. It was a supply outpost, and also used to convey directions, messages, and orders to others far away from the main stations.
“As far as introducing slave labor to the world Mr. Brooks, the people we used for workers, were actually more like employees than slaves.” My head moves back and forth in disbelief, as he concludes.
“I think you’re full of…”
“I know Mr. Brooks. So many years have passed. All of our well-intended plans have passed into timeless obscurity.
“Yeah, they’ve passed into obscurity all right, Mr. Ra,” I remark sarcastically. “Tell me. If what you say is true, what happened to all of your plans? I mean if these plans of yours were so good and well intended, what happened to them?” My voice has the characteristic tone of cynicism.
“That is a good question Mr. Brooks; a question that deserves a good answer. I understand that this sounds like fantasy to you, but please hear me out. It may make sense to you when I have finished. Will you at least hear me out, Mr. Brooks?” he beseeches.
“It looks like I’m not going anywhere for a while. It can’t hurt me to listen. Go ahead.” I adjust myself beside him once again; my arms and legs twinge from the cold and dampness of the room and pang from the trauma of the bomb blast. The room has now become darker than before, and the sound of rainwater leaking in from holes in the roof continues.
I notice his lips have taken on a slight blue color and his body still spasmodically shivers as he makes an effort to continue his story.
“Actually, the reason that you think what I am telling you is such a fantasy, testifies to the fact that we have done our job very well.”
“What job are you talking about?” My face puckers with confusion.
“You’re not making much sense.”
“I was talking about our occupation as ‘Fathers of Myth.’ I have to say we are very proud of hiding our existence so well for over 6,000 years.”
“Why in the world would you want to hide your existence, and what do you mean, Fathers of Myth?” I ask soberly.
“I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me go back to the beginning.
“In the beginning, it seemed like our scientific experiment was going to be more successful than we had ever dreamed. We set up hundreds of our pyramid stations all over the planet, and in time we had delivered to Earth over ten million of our domestic farm animals.
“Our experimental genetically designed bacteria crop for feeding our stock was also exceeding all of our expectations. We had to build thousands of storage buildings to hold the flourishing abundance of harvest.”
“I’m sorry, but if you were raising all of these millions of farm animals 6,000 years ago, where in the world did they go? What kind of animals are we talking about here anyway?”
“Well, the answer to that question may shock you.”
“I don’t think it would shock me any more than I have already been,” I insist.
“Very well Mr. Brooks. We brought to your Earth many kinds of species of animal, most of which are dead now. Only a very few animals survived. Some of the offspring of those that survived live on the Earth today. Some of the species of alligator and lizard, as well as the elephant and rhinoceros still live with us on this Earth today. They are the living remains of our scientific experiment some 6,000 years ago.
“As far as the species that died, your scientists have found thousands of their remains.”
“What scientists? What remains?” I ask.
“Paleontologists, Mr. Brooks. Paleontologists have dug up and discovered the remains of thousands of what your scientists call dinosaurs.” I look at him in disbelief and bewilderment.
“You are trying to tell me that…” I pause for a moment.
“You are trying to tell me that the animals you brought to Earth to raise for food were… were Dinosaurs?”
“I’m not trying to tell you anything. I am simply explaining to you the truth about the past. To believe it or not is your choice.”
“This is all very interesting, but a little unbelievable, don’t you think?”
“Think about it, Mr. Brooks. Even your scientists don’t know what made the dinosaurs suddenly die off. The fossil records prove that the dinosaurs were perfectly fine one day, and then they suddenly died off the next. Why did they die off so fast, so suddenly? I’ll tell you why.
Like I said before, 6,000 years ago everything was going great. Little did we know that the experimental genetically designed bacteria we brought with us would not do well in your Earth’s environment. At first only a few animals died here and there, then hundreds died and then thousands.
The bacteria we were feeding the animals, the bacteria we put so much hope in, in time, reacted badly with Earth’s atmosphere. The molecular structure of the bacteria changed it into killer bacteria. The animals began to die in droves.
We also noticed that rivers and lakes were for some reason rising, all over the Earth. Up until this time, it had never rained on earth. For years and years the Earth was watered by heavy dew during the night. Now it was starting to rain. It was just sprinkling at first, and then it began to rain hard every day.
We found out too late, that the new molecular structure of the bacteria not only turned it into a killer, but also had created some kind of molecular magnetism in all the moisture of the earth. All of the H2O molecules of the Earth were slowly collecting together because of this molecular reaction to our bacteria.
When we came here, the earth was surrounded by a gigantic atmospheric canopy of moisture that hovered sixty miles or so above the planet. Because of this canopy of moisture, the whole Earth enjoyed a subtropical climate. Now our bacteria were destroying it.
After a short time, each molecule of water in that canopy joined with another water molecule, and then another, until the water canopy surrounding the earth massed together as one giant volume of water and dropped to the earth. All at once, all over the earth it began to rain, like an immense waterfall cascading from heaven.
Your Bible’s record of there being a global flood is completely true. It really happened.”
“The flood of the Bible?”
“The whole Earth was flooded. Most of the animals that were not killed off by the bacteria were finished off by the flood. Only a very few animals and humans that were able to get to high places survived.
Our main capital city and pyramid-station Atlantis were also totally destroyed in the flood. Of course my companions and I did survive, but I think we all have wished many times that we had perished along with the dinosaurs.”
“You say your capital city pyramid was Atlantis?” I ask with astonishment.
“Yes. It was all lost in the flood. It was so sad too. It was such a beautiful achievement of ours to lose,” he sighs.
Afflicted with a bewildering daze, I attempt to compose a question that would give my mind some kind of relief.
“You know, you’re good. You tell your story so well. You have it so well in mind and describe things so convincingly, that it is hard to disregard it as mere fantasy.
“However, we have had scientists studying the history of dinosaurs for years and years of study. For some reason, they believe that the dinosaurs lived millions of years ago. They say that by means of the radiocarbon or the carbon fourteen dating process, they can tell that the fossils and bones of the dinosaurs they have dug up are millions and millions of years old. It sounds like you must know something that the sc
ientists neglected to discover. Now tell me, where did they go wrong?” I ask smugly.
“Another good question and I’ll try to answer it the best I can. The problem Mr. Brooks is that there is a flaw in your scientist’s radiocarbon dating process.
You see, before the flood, the water canopy filtered the cosmic radiation coming to the earth from space. When the water canopy dropped from the heavens, it no longer filtered the radiation. The earth now absorbed all of the atmospheric radiation and cosmic rays. Your scientists do not take this into account when using the radiocarbon dating method.”
“Well that is about as clear as mud,” I complain.
“In other words Mr. Brooks, your scientists judge everything they try to date in the past; by the way cosmic rays are absorbed by the Earth today. It just won’t work.”
“I’m sorry, you have lost me.”
“It makes the dinosaurs seem a lot older than they really are.”
“Let me see if I got this straight. The dinosaurs came to Earth a few thousand years ago, not a few million years ago, and you guys are the ones that brought them here?” I ask.
“That’s right.”
“Well then, what about the evolution theory that scientists have been teaching us for years? What about everything evolving from the dinosaurs and apes and the missing link? What about all of that huh?”
“Well truthfully, Mr. Brooks, we created evolution.”
“Oh, you created the evolution theory. Oh yes, I see. It all makes perfect sense now.” My sarcasm is becoming a little more unconstrained and expressive.
“And who in the world was Charles Darwin then, just another scientist? How do you explain that all scientists living on the Earth today believe that evolution started with Charles Darwin? How do you explain that?” I ask rather emotionally.
“Actually, it was one of my companions that turned Mr. Darwin onto the idea of the evolution theory.”
“Oh you did? And tell me, how exactly did you do that?”
“Oh let’s just say that we coerced him into promoting the evolution idea. We can be very persuasive if need be.”
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