“I’m writing a book.”
“Really? You need any help? You know I’m always available to help you.”
“Maybe,” I said. “I might just need your help. Right now, though, I just need to get some answers.”
“Okay. What do you need to know?”
“Why do you think that the Book of Enoch wasn’t canonized?” I asked.
“Because it’s not Biblical.”
That made me sit up straight. “What do you mean? It’s an extrapolation of Genesis 6:1.”
“No. I don’t think so. Enoch uses too many words that are not common among the canonized or non-canonized books. Things like calling these supposed angels “Watchers” and “Spirit of Light,” instead of Holy Spirit. “Spirit of Light” only appears in the Book of Enoch and 1 Maccabees. I don’t think he’s talking about God and his minions.”
“Aren’t those fallen angels? The Watchers?”
“Have you read the Book of Enoch?”
“Why, do my questions sound like I haven’t?”
“Since I’m vying for your affection from a man you’ve been married to for thirty years, I’m not going to say that. At least out loud. I’m going to stay on your good side, so, I’ll just answer your questions.”
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“Good,” I said and asked again. “Are the Watchers fallen angels?”
“Good question,” Simon answered, mockingly. “No. The Book of Enoch mentions angels who descended, not fell, to Earth. And the only “Angel of Light” per se in the Bible is the Devil. These beings can’t be Satan because there are too many of them. The Bible only talks about one devil. Enoch talks about two hundred of these Spirit of Light beings. I think this tells a completely different story than in Genesis when humans and angels procreated.”
“Tell me about these Watchers.”
“Well, they’re not angels at all. Fallen or otherwise. In the Latin parts of the Book of Enoch - ”
“Wait. Wait, wait. What do you mean Latin parts? Enoch didn’t write anything in Latin.”
“The manuscripts that were found in with the Dead Sea Scrolls were written in Latin, Aramaic and Hebrew.”
“Wait,” I said again. I couldn’t believe my ears. It was just like the AHM manuscripts I'd translated. “They were encoded with the three languages?” I asked. “You mean each line was written in all three?” The AHM manuscripts had been encoded using three languages. Now he was telling me so was the Book of Enoch?
“No, Justin,” he said. “What would make you think that? Different parts of it were written in one of the languages, you know. Some in Latin, some in Aramaic, some in Hebrew. The manuscript that was found with the Dead Sea Scrolls was found in fragments.
“Oh.”
“Anyway, angels weren’t called Watchers in the Bible. That kind of connotation – calling them Watchers as if overseeing something or someone – would be used if you’re talking about guardian angels. And, the concept of guardian angels is not found anywhere in the Bible. Bible talks about angels only as messengers and warriors.
“Enoch writes that these Watchers, against God’s wishes, came down and bred with humans. The Watchers instructed humans - well only the ones they procreated with and their offspring - in metallurgy and metalworking, cosmetics, medicine, astrology, astronomy and meteorology.
That was interesting, I thought. The Ancients had written in the AHM manuscripts that they had created a man. Not cloned one, but created one. And their creation had mated with the human Watchers. The people assigned to observe them. I had deduced that their creation was what we know as the Neanderthal. Even our scientists had determined that humans didn’t evolve from Neanderthal and had mated with them at some point. Could this be who Enoch was talking about?
“So,” I said, after a long pause. “Basically, these Watchers gave the humans and their children knowledge way ahead of what was known in their time?”
“Right. But then,” he said, “Enoch, I believe, is writing in this book that the advanced knowledge that had been given to these people by the Watchers was taken from them. Something definitely happened to this knowledge, but there is a difference of opinion what that was. One interpretation is that the people were lost or destroyed. Someone put ‘flood’ on Wiki. That they, meaning the humans, and not just the advance knowledge they had, was destroyed in the flood. Meaning the Great Flood. I didn’t write that because I don’t agree with it for two reasons.
“One, I don’t think these humans and the Nephilim, that’s what the offspring were called, were destroyed. In a previous verse it says that the Watchers ‘consumed all the acquisitions of men.’ So I think man lost the things he had acquired from the Watchers – knowledge – that’s what was lost or taken from man. Not their lives. The Hebrew word used was abad, which means perish, but also can mean lost. Charam- ”
“Would mean ‘utterly destroyed’,” I said.
“Right. And he didn’t use that word.”
“So that part was written in Hebrew?” I asked.
“Hebrew. Yeah. Now, the other reason I don’t think that these people, the Nephilim, who the Watchers parented were destroyed in the Great Flood is because they didn’t include people from all over the world. Enoch describes these people as being in one place. The flood destroyed everyone and everything. Worldwide. It’s been estimated that there were about ten million people on Earth at the time of the flood.”
“Yeah. I know,” I said. “So why kill ten million if you’re only trying to get rid of the offspring of say two hundred people? Especially since it was only three generations later until Noah and the Christian’s flood story, it couldn’t have been that many of them. What did you call them the Nephilim?” I said.
“Right.”
“Although,” I said, thinking more or less out loud. “Enoch, in this dream state, could have been talking about something that happened years before his time. He writes that these Watchers gave people advanced technology, but he doesn’t know anything about this technology. He’s not living in the time of it. He just sees it in his vision.”
“That’s good thinking, Justin. Some people would argue that he’s talking about a future vision, but how much could happen between the time of his vision and the flood? So, that’s another reason I believe the flood didn’t wipe out the people with the knowledge. Because if Enoch was viewing something that happened in the past, this knowledge, or people, if you believe others, was already lost or destroyed by the time he had his vision. By the time he’s living in. No reason to have the flood to get rid of them. And if these people were living after the flood, then why have the flood? It wouldn’t have wiped them out.”
“So, then who are these Watchers?” I asked.
“I’m thinking that they were people, perhaps from China or Ethiopia that invaded other lands. They came and gave the people of places like Egypt and Sumer the advanced knowledge that they had, but, as we all know, the knowledge of our ancient ancestors was lost. I’m still working on who the Watchers were and how that knowledge was lost. You have any ideas?”
“Nope. Not a clue,” I lied. “So you said that the Book of Enoch, I’m going back to something you said earlier, ‘that was in with the Dead Sea Scrolls.’ Are you saying another Book of Enoch was found?”
“It was. But the other one was never really lost. There were people who knew about it. We – the civilized world – just didn’t. In fact, it is canonized, so to speak.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, a tribe in Africa. Ethiopia to be specific, that’s where I get the idea that the Watchers came from Ethiopia. Anyway, they have the Book of Enoch - surprisingly a fully extant copy. It was found around the 1600s and was written in Ge’ez. Do you know that language?”
“Mm-mm.”
“Ge’ez,” he said “is a language that no one speaks anymore, and hasn’t spoken in probably six or seven hundred years, since the time the book was written. There are a couple of churches, though, the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahe
do Church and Eritrean Orthodox Tewahedo Church that have it as part of their Bible.”
“Fully extant?”
“Beautiful copy. Looks like it could have been written yesterday. I got the opportunity to examine it a few years ago. Really amazing.”
“What did the humans and Nephilim do with the knowledge that they gained from the Watchers?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, and chuckled. “Build the pyramids?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Justin?” he said.
“Hmm.” I was lost in thought.
“You didn’t laugh. You know that was a joke, right?”
A joke? As if that wasn’t possible.
Chapter Fourteen
Baltimore, Maryland
August 20, 2011
The Westbury End Book Club met on the second Tuesday of every month and had been going strong for the past three years, thanks to good books, and good coffee. The meeting that had just ended, however, had not been their regular meeting. It had been a Saturday afternoon meeting and the business at hand hadn’t been going through the discussion questions for the current book, but was a meeting to choose the next book to read.
Addie Hughes, one of the three committee members whose job it was to pick out the next book, had, unknown to her other book clubbers, already decided on which book they were going to read. She had even ordered the eight copies needed for the members. Unfortunately, no one wanted to read the book she had chosen.
Without any explanation, and after the club summarily dismissed her suggestion without much discussion, with a wave and quick, “Bye,” Addie left. She had headed out the door long before the meeting was over.
Now walking home, she was fuming.
“Ooh, they make me so mad,” Addie said to her twin brother Jack, and best friend Rennie, both book club members, as they caught up to her. They had left right behind her after her hasty exit from the meeting.
Addie’s lips were pressed together, and her chin was starting to tremble. Both could see that she was upset.
Rennie, who lived in the middle of the row house where Addie lived, was Addie’s age and her best friend. She was shapely, with rounded hips and buttocks, had mocha colored skin and glassy hazel eyes. She was a jogger and didn’t approve of too much caffeine, but now all she wanted was just to placate Addie.
“I can’t believe you didn’t want to take any of the coffee that was left, you never leave without it. Did you forget your thermos? How are you going to sleep tonight, without your cup of coffee?” She tried to take Addie’s mind off of the club’s decision.
Addie turned and glared at Rennie. Jack knew that look. There was no talking to her when she got mad enough that she started to cry. Still, he took on Rennie’s quest to make Addie less angry.
“Everyone doesn’t like the same thing, Addie. You know,” he said, “maybe you can bring the idea back up, next time it’s your turn to pick.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, trying to push back the anger. “I’ll just read the book myself. Don’t need a club to do that. But what really makes me mad is that they acted as if my opinion didn’t matter. It was, after all, my turn to pick the book.”
“Not completely. You do have to choose with two other members,” Jack reminded her.
“Jack, just go home. Why you following me anyway? Go home and leave me alone. I’ve already ordered the books. I’ve got eight, I’ll send seven back and read the one myself.”
“I’ll read it.” Jack put his arm around Addie, who swiftly shrugged it away. “What’s it called?” He kept talking. “Fishy Water?”
“I’ll read it too,” Rennie added.
Addie closed her eyes and let a slight smile emerge. She leaned into Jack and pushed him.
“Thank you both. And no, Jack, it’s not Fishy Water, it’s The Dead Sea Fish.”
The three walked up the walkway that lead to Addie’s door.
“Tell me about her first book,” Jack said. Do I need to read it first to understand the sequel? Give me a quick synopsis. Hundred words or less,” he said glancing down at his watch. “And then I gotta go.”
Addie chuckled. Jack looked at her puzzled. “It’s just, in the book, the main character’s husband told her to tell him in a hundred words or less what the manuscripts were about. I wonder could I do that with the book.”
“Try. If it’s too complicated, I’ll borrow your book and read that one too.”
“I can tell you,” she said. “The basic premise is that in the beginning man came from Mars. They were extremely advanced, technologically speaking. You know they could travel through space, all that sort of stuff. They had destroyed Mars with some kind of nuclear disaster, and they had to move underground because the earth was radioactive, making everyone sick. They had been playing with the planet Earth like for millions of years. They created the dinosaurs. They created the Neanderthal. Built the pyramids, changed the climate on the planet. They even conducted experiments with plants and animals. Then they killed them all off when they got tired of them.
“What do you mean ‘playing’ around with Earth?”
“Well like, you know, they had conducted experiments here. No man lived here at the time, so Earth was like a big lab for their experiments.”
“They had people called Watchers who conducted and watched over the experiments.”
“Wow,” Jack said. “And this is the book that you believe is true?”
“Yep. That man didn’t originate here. He came here on spaceships. The book said there was a one world government, run by the Elect. They were the leaders on Mars, and they ultimately decided to try and continue man here because they couldn’t live on Mars anymore. You know, due to the radiation. But since they had made such a mess with their planet - racism, nuclear accidents and everything, they decided to populate Earth with only Indians.”
“Really?” Jack laughed. “They had Indians?”
“Yeah, they had Indians. So that’s why when Europeans started exploring the new world and they’d find what they thought ‘new’ land, it was always already occupied.” Addie looked at Jack, “By the Indians. Get it?”
“Yeah, I get it. Go ahead.”
“That’s basically it.”
“No, the saboteurs.” Rennie said.
“Oh, yeah, how could I forget that? But the whole plan, you know, the plan to have only Indians, was sabotaged.”
“Addie, you know this stuff so well that you’re leaving out important tidbits,” Rennie said. “Jack, the Indians, which the author figures out is the people the manuscripts were talking about, because you know, they didn’t have the word ‘Indians.’ Anyway they were like in the book Flowers for Algernon. They were really smart, all the Martians . . .”
“They’re not Martians,” Addie said.
“They’re from Mars. What else would you call them?”
“Jack, don’t get mixed up,” Addie said. “They weren’t ‘Martian’ quote, unquote. They were humans - ” Addie tried to finish but Rennie waved off.
“Back to the Flowers for Algernon. Remember how after Charlie Gordon became really smart he started losing his intelligence?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s what they did on Mars. The Elect, that’s the name of the one-world government, chose the Indians but kind of bred them. You know. Took away their smartness.”
“No. I don’t know.” Jacked gave a perplexed look to both of them.
“They kept them separate from the others and slowly let them regress. Their knowledge, that is. They didn’t let them learn to read, watch TV.”
“Who said they had a TV?” Addie said, frowning up her face. “They made them dumb.” Addie took over telling the story. “Didn’t let them learn any of the advanced technology. They wanted mankind to sort of start from the beginning. Learn about fire and the wheel all over again once they made their new home on Earth. You know. So they wouldn’t destroy their new planet with the same arrogance and technology. And then
the Indians were brought down to this planet. Everyone else,” Addie emphasized, “was set to die.”
“Right, but people who hadn’t been regressed,” Rennie said. “The ones that were set to die, found out about the plan. So they stole spaceships,” Addie gave Rennie a look. “Okay, I don’t know that they stole the spaceships, but they left the planet, sneaking off, and came down here to live at the last minute, bringing the advanced technology with them. So that’s how technology came here. That’s how the pyramids were built, Stonehenge, the statues on Easter Island. That’s why people in ancient times knew so much. I don’t know how they forgot it later, why we don’t have the technology to travel through space and stuff now, the book doesn’t say.”
“And they came here because of nuclear activity on Mars?”
“Yep.” Addie nodded. “It destroyed their planet.”
“And who wrote about this?”
“Justin Dickerson.”
“Wait.” Rennie looked confused. “That wasn’t the author’s name.”
“That’s her real name,” Addie said. “I found out when I ordered the new book.”
“Justin. That’s a guy’s name.”
“It’s her name. She’s a Biblical archaeologist. And, she’s the one who found the manuscripts.”
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He certainly believed it at the time.
As Jack left his twin sister’s house and headed for his car, this whole issue with the book stirred in his mind. It wasn’t that Addie’s book club wouldn’t read it, that wasn’t what was bothering him. It was the substance of the story in that book. It jogged Jack’s memory.
He remembered being given NASA’s report on the soil up on Mars. He also remembered feeling confident that no one else knew. Especially a Biblical archaeologist. Didn’t they look for things underground and not in outer space?
Thirteen years ago. He had worked with Senior Counterintelligence Officer Robert Kevron at the Pentagon. He remembered the meeting with the scientist from NASA. The scientist had briefed the two of them about the abundance of radioactive substances found on Mars. Information NASA had gleaned from the soil samples they got from the series of space probes sent to Mars. He and Robert Kevron was assigned to determine what threats, from the general population, could come from the knowledge of a possible man-made nuclear reaction on the surface of Mars.
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