It was here that he received the Ten Commandments from the one God he worshipped and was directed to make a container for the tablets on which the commandments had been written. It was to be two and a half cubits in length, a cubit and a half in width, and a cubit and a half in height. (A cubit is the length from a normal-sized man’s elbow to the end of the middle finger. A little less than a foot and a half. But the cubit was different for many societies, so we must allow flexibility.)
The Ark was to be made of wood, gold-plated on the inside and out. The lid was also to be of gold, with two carved figures of cherubim facing each other. There’s some debate over what exactly a cherubim is. Some say it is a sphinx-like creature. Others claim the two cherubim weren’t separated but were male and female and carved in an erotic embrace, although orthodox religious scholars don’t like that interpretation.
According to tradition, Moses got these basic instructions and he passed them on to a man named Bezaleel who was the most skilled workman available. The ark was built with four gold rings on each bottom corner, so that poles could be placed through for transport. Once completed, the tablets were put inside, and the Ark was covered whenever it was moved in public.
However, I believe that this is a description of an object that already existed and was taken secretly by Moses out of Egypt. It is at Mount Sinai that Moses chose to reveal this Ark to the people. The Ark that Moses had on the Exodus was the Ark of Atlantis, containing the Grail. I feel the transition from Atlantean Ark to Ark of the Covenant is an example of either myth supplanting reality or a deliberate misrepresentation of facts to hide the truth, something I have run across quite often in my study of the Airlia effect on our history.
The first part of this story comes mainly from the Christian and Jewish writing. However there is another body of study that I have perused regarding this journey—the Kabbalah, of which there are several interpretations, some strictly orthodox, others leaning toward the fantastic. I have culled from all these versions some interesting information that sheds light on the Grail.
Kabbalah is defined most commonly as “received knowledge.” Over the centuries it has been considered an occult theosophy of rabbinical origins. It is similar in many ways to sufism, a desire for knowledge, to look beyond the apparent and find the ultimate truth of our world. Unlike those religions that promise revelation after death, those who follow the Kabbalah path seek that truth in this life, and, some say, ultimate life before death, transcending the limitations of time and space.
Delving deep into the various accounts, I have found that most branches trace their roots to the same event—the Exodus at Mount Sinai.
For over a thousand years the Kabbalah was handed down verbally before being written, leading to many interpretations. It is reported that while they were stopped at Mount Sinai, four men were called upon to partake of something “unworldly.”
Three of these men were identified—a rabbi and two noted men of the tribes. But the fourth is only labeled the “Other.” They entered a chamber in the mountain through pillars of marble and gazed upon what was inside. One of the men was killed instantly, overwhelmed by what he saw. The Other directed the two survivors to partake of a “libation “ that would bring them to the fourth level of the soul, the chayyah, which is the life force itself.
I believe this Other wanted them to partake of the Grail. He promised them eternal life if they did so and knowledge beyond anything they could imagine.
I believe this Other was a Guide, sent by Aspasia’s Shadow, to determine if the Grail was being carried in the Ark and if it was indeed the Grail of Atlantis.
Fortunately, both men refused to partake. The Grail was returned to the Ark and the Other disappeared. The Ark was brought to the Promised Land.
But this hint of such a “libation” led to different interpretations in both the Torah and the Christian Old Testament throughout the ages.
Regardless of what happened at Mount Sinai, the Ark, Grail enclosed, traveled to Israel. In 1040 B.C. during the reign of King Samuel, the Ark was captured by the Philistines. It is said to have caused great troubles for the Philistines and they were unable to open it. They returned it to the Israelites, where it was kept for a while in the town of Baala.
In the fourth year of his reign, King Solomon began building a temple fit to house the Ark and the Grail. The head architect was a Phoenician named Hiram Abiff. Seventy thousand men were employed to bring wood from Jaffa to Jerusalem and even more, eighty thousand, to quarry the stone needed for the construction. It took seven and a half years to build—why such a monument for a people that worshipped one God who asked for no idols to be built to him?
Hiram Abiff is rumored to have sent a report about what he was doing and what the Temple was designed to hold—the Ark and the Grail—to his king in Phoenicia. Hiram Abiff was killed by Solomon upon completion of the Temple to keep the secret, but it might have already been too late.
This report made its way through the Muslim World and when they conquered Spain, it went to the center of knowledge they established at Toledo. There it was uncovered by a man known only as Kyot, a sort of sorcerer, a master of a little-known runic language which sounds very much like the High Rune language.
With the secret disclosed, action needed to be taken to preserve both artifacts. On top of that, internal dissension among the tribes and external forces constantly threatened the temple and its precious contents.
The successors to Solomon make it seem less like a kingdom devoted to God than one committed to power. And what was the power they were fighting over?
After Solomon, due to the turmoil that overtook the state, one legend has it that the Ark was taken by Solomon’s son and the Queen of Sheba to Africa, to the Kingdom of Axum, where it has remained to this day. The Ark went south as a ruse to hide the location of the more important piece—the Grail, which remained in Jerusalem, being too valuable and powerful for the priests to part with in their struggles.
I will not go through the various deceptions, assassinations, alliances, and betrayals that boiled in Jerusalem for the next several hundred years.
In 587 B.C., the Babylonians seized Jerusalem and razed the temple, taking the people into captivity. It is written that Jeremiah, a prophet, hid the Grail on Mount Nebo in the Abaraim Mountains. That is the last time the Ark or the Grail is mentioned in the Old Testament. A sect grew, the Essenes, who kept knowledge of the Grail’s location a secret. It is possible the Essenes were a group of Watchers.
And then the Romans came.
At first, the Romans came not as conquerors, but as allies. They were invited into Jerusalem, the lesser of the many enemies that had to be dealt with.
As expected, the Romans assumed more and more power, making the state a Roman vassal. And as expected, the Jewish people eventually rebelled.
And here you must bear with me. For I think there was a rebellion of another sort. That the inner priesthood, those who watched the Grail in secret chambers and kept it safe for hundreds and hundreds of years finally reached a state of desperation. I believe some of these priests were renegade Watchers, for as you will see later in my account, this was not to be the last time the Grail was sought as a solution to a current problem by those men who knew where the Grail was, hoping it could be used in their struggle, and perhaps the ultimate solution to stop both The Mission and The Ones Who Wait by renegade Watchers.
A figure arose in the land who became a leader, not by force of arms, but by preaching love and peace. He had knowledge beyond anything ever seen before.
And the Romans helped their lackeys kill him. But it was said he could not die.
Whether it was God or access to the Grail that brought this about I do not know and do not pretend to tell you.
It did not achieve the immediate desired result but it did change the course of man from then forward. History will give the final answer to this.
Che Lu pushed her chair back. She pressed her hands against her eyes and h
eld them there. Yakov was silent. There was no longer the clack of Mualama’s keyboard—he too was sitting still, looking at the words he had translated. “Well.” Yakov’s voice shattered the silence, but no one went further than that. No one could. What they had just read was so overwhelming in its implications that there was another long silence.
They were all surprised when Che Lu spoke. “Nothing is as it seemed. Nothing.” She looked at the others, dismay all over her face. “Who are we? Where did we come from?”
“More importantly,” Yakov said, “who should we trust?”
“I think we should trust Artad,” Che Lu said. “From this journal, it appears he tried to do good.”
Yakov shook his head. “Not entirely. It looks to me as if both sides were manipulative and deceitful.”
“A war is coming,” Che Lu said. “Do you think we should align with Aspasia’s Shadow? Everywhere he has been, his influence was negative. Artad was only trying to stop him.”
“Why think a side has to be chosen?” Mualama asked. “Perhaps we have to fight both sides and be true to our species.”
“Artad unified China and led the building of the Great Wall,” Che Lu argued. “That is a far more positive thing than Aspasia’s Shadow is credited for.”
“We shall have to see what the rest of the manuscript has to say,” Mualama said.
Hazerim Air Base, Israel
The runway was blacked out, allowing the bouncer to arrive unseen except by the commando guards wearing night-vision devices. They had the airfield surrounded, guarding against attack out of the surrounding desert.
Turcotte watched through his own night-vision goggles the floor of the bouncer as the pilot gently set down the large containers holding the team’s equipment, released the lines, then floated the craft to the side and set it down. He was the first one out of the hatch, the rest of Graves’s team following.
A small group of men waited for them on the tarmac next to a dim light, just in front of the Combat Talon. Turcotte recognized the flight suits of the talon crew, but there was another man dressed in unmarked khakis also in the group.
The tallest of the men in the flight suits stepped forward as Turcotte approached. “Colonel Maher, pilot in command.”
Turcotte took the offered hand. “Mike Turcotte, mission commander.” The colonel didn’t bother to introduce the rest of his crew, instead ordering them to get the aircraft ready to take off. Graves’s team was already carrying the cases containing the TASC-suits and other gear over to the open back ramp of the aircraft.
That left the unidentified man in khaki, who finally spoke. “My name is Sherev.”
“We appreciate being allowed to use the airfield,” Turcotte said.
“That is not why I am here. I am from Dimona.”
Turcotte recognized the name and what was thought to be stored there—nuclear weapons. “What can I do for you?”
“There is a problem we have, that appears also to be your problem.” Sherev paused, as if considering what to say. “Someone in my government has given up two items that I think have something to do with your target.”
Turcotte waited, hoping Sherev would get to the point.
“I would not have allowed this to happen if I had known who was involved on the other end,” Sherev continued, “but I was cut out of the loop. It was only after the items were given up that I discovered who we were dealing with. Have you ever heard of a man named Al-Iblis?”
Turcotte felt a chill come over his body. “What did you give him?”
“Two artifacts from our archives at Dimona. They are known as thummin and urim. They are two stones, the exact nature of which we never ascertained.”
Turcotte remembered Che Lu mentioning those names. “When did he get them?”
“They were delivered to an intermediary in Jordan four hours ago. We were not able to track them further.”
“Why?” Turcotte asked. “Why did you do this?”
“Al-Iblis had Saddam Hussein assassinated as his part of this bargain. There were those in my country—powerful people—who felt the loss of two stones that were apparently not worth anything was an excellent trade.”
“They were wrong,” Turcotte said.
“I feared so. That is why I am here.”
A whine split the air as one of the Talon’s four turboprop engines came alive. Turcotte’s nostrils flared wide as the familiar smell of burning fuel wafted over him.
“What can you do for me?”
“I got you this airfield and you’ll get counter-electronic-warfare support from our experts all the way into your drop zone and we’ll cover the plane coming out,” Sherev said. “We have a bit more experience than your Air Force in infiltrating Egyptian airspace.”
“That will help. We’ll have an AWACS flying support so your people can coordinate through it.”
Sherev handed a small slip of paper to Turcotte. “That’s how you can get ahold of me via secure SATCOM.”
A second engine started.
“How did you know the deal was bad?” Turcotte asked.
“It has been my experience that no one offers something of value unless they can get something more valuable in turn.”
“So what are these stones?”
“They are Airlia artifacts,” Sherev said. “The rabbis believe they are an important part of the garments the High Priest wore when attending the Ark of the Covenant.”
The third engine was powered up, the noise making it difficult to talk, the wind blown back from the blades causing them to lean into it.
Sherev shouted. “It seems as if legends are coming alive.” Turcotte nodded, anxious to be going.
Sherev grabbed his arm. “Have you ever wondered why there has never been peace in this part of the world?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “There are evil forces about—these aliens and their human servants, I think they have spent much time here causing us grief. It is time we got rid of them. Anything you need, you call me.”
“I’ve got to get going,” Turcotte said. Sherev nodded. “Good luck.”
Turcotte ran up the back ramp to the MC-130. The crew chief immediately pressed the button that initiated the hydraulic arms, raising the ramp. Members of the team were opening cases in the rear half of the cargo bay. The front half was separated from them by a thick curtain. It was in that section that a large part of what made the MC-130 different from regular C-130 aircraft was housed. Rows of equipment manned by electronic warfare specialists filled the space. They could find enemy radar and defeat it. They could also help the pilot fly in limited visibility at extremely low level, below the probing fingers of radar.
Turcotte had chosen the MC-130 because it was the best chance they had of getting into the Nile undetected. The two pilots, along with the navigator in the cockpit, were the best the Air Force had.
A hand on his shoulder got his attention. Graves leaned in close so he could be heard above the roar of the engines. “We need to start rigging. Time to drop is only a little over an hour away.”
Turcotte nodded. He staggered and grabbed ahold of the red cargo webbing lining the skin of the airplane as the plane began moving, taxiing toward the end of the runway.
• • •
Circling at thirty thousand feet over the Mediterranean, the Airborne Warning And Control System (AWACS) was a modified 707-320B full of electronic equipment rather than passengers. The thirty-foot dome radar on top of the fuselage was able to “paint” a complete picture of the airspace for four hundred miles in all directions, once every ten-second rotation.
Colonel Mike Zycki was the AWACS commander and his plane’s abilities were supplemented by a secure link to the National Security Agency (NSA), which tied him into the network of spy satellites that Agency oversaw.
“We’ve got Area Five One Six on screen,” one his officers reported. “Wheels up from Hazerim.”
“Status of Egyptian air defense?” he asked his electronic warfare officer.
“Level
four. Not quite war footing, but they’re definitely awake, as if they’re expecting something to happen. I’m forwarding what we have to Area Five-One Six. I think I can paint them a clear alley to their drop point.”
“And out?”
“And out.”
“Do it.”
Airspace, Sinai Peninsula
Turcotte slid into the TASC-suit, fighting a momentary feeling of claustrophobia, as the back half sealed against the front half. He’d never liked being in an enclosed spaced. During scuba training, the worst part had been practicing “lock-outs” where he would have to climb into a submarine’s escape hatch, then sit inside while it filled with water, before opening the outer hatch.
He felt the inner padding of the suit mold against his body. His fingers fit into the command pads at the end of the arms.
“Power on,” he ordered.
The screens on the inside of the helmet came alive and he could see the interior of the combat talon, lit with the red night-lights.
“Low light enhance,” Turcotte said.
The screens flickered, then he could see more clearly as the mini-cams on the outside of the suit went to night-vision mode, the computer enhancing the available light. Turcotte had a slightly curved screen four inches directly in front of his eyes that filled his field of vision and on standard view gave him the view that would normally be right in front of him. He could give commands to have the screen display other camera angles.
He also had a small flip-down display halfway between the screen and his left eye that was made of clear plastic on which was reflected whatever data from the computer he wanted. During the testing Turcotte had immediately developed a sharp headache from trying to watch the screen and read the data. He’d talked to Apache gunship pilots who had a similar display built into their helmets and they’d told him it took months to develop the ability to naturally do both. They didn’t have months to prepare for this mission. Turcotte felt a moment of doubt, which he quickly squashed.
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