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Chapter Fourteen

Through the Looking Glass

Tall trees draped with trailing moss pierced the brilliant blue sky. Vines with various colored flowers and delicate petals circled many of the trees and perfumed the air with their fragrance.  The cloudless sky revealed planetary bodies orbiting at different places and distances. It was clearer than sighting the heavens through the Hubble telescope with a greater panoramic view.

            Brilliantly colored birds and some unfamiliar creatures flitted above the canopy of trees. Chirps and clicks from ground and tree animals were everywhere.

            No one spoke as they took in their surroundings. It was so different from anything they had ever seen before…almost alien, yet familiar somehow.             .

With John leading the way they moved forward to what appeared to be a clearing just ahead until suddenly someone stepped out just in front of them from the shadows of the trees.

The man was tall with emerald green eyes, red hair and dressed in a short wrap around red with gold trim skirt and sandals laced almost to his knees. A gold band held his shoulder length hair in place. The band had symbols. They looked a little like an Egyptian script. He smiled revealing white straight teeth and raised his hand in greeting. His muscles rippled as he moved. He was the perfect physical specimen.

Myrna’s jaw dropped. “Wow, “ she breathed. “Who are you?”

John glanced at her then at the stranger in front of them. “Close your mouth, Myrna.” He whispered through clenched teeth.

“He looks Egyptian, only I never saw a red headed Egyptian,” Sydney commented. “And that script on his head band looks Egyptian…but not quite. Everything here is a little off including him.”

The man chuckled softly. “My name is Raphael and I am what you would call an angel. The Most High has directed me to be your guide while you are here. I dress in the style of this time to blend in.”

John’s scar was almost white. The strangeness of everything had almost put him in shock…culture shock.

“That’s why you can speak English. Are you Nephilim?” Sydney asked the question.

Raphael motioned for them to follow as he answered. “It was the name given to the fallen angels and their offspring from their cohabitation with human women. They are what some would term the children of the gods. I suggest you do not bring up the subject to any of the people here you will meet. It could prove dangerous. The Most High is angry that the people call them gods but He is giving them every chance to see the error of their ways and repent.”

John came out of his trance like state and asked, “What year is this? Are we still on Earth?”

“This is Earth and the year would be meaningless to you. Suffice it to say it is several thousand years before your calendars record time.

“I must blend in with the population because Lucifer rules now and he has banished most of us who are loyal to the Most High.”

Myrna looked puzzled as she walked closely behind the tall angel. “But don’t you have the same powers? Lucifer’s angels and followers can’t really hurt you can they?”

“We actually have more powers for we are still connected to the one who is the source of all power. This is the way the Most High wants it. It is for Him to decide when to act not us. We just keep an eye on things and help the few who are still loyal to the Most High. He always has a remnant, you know.”

They arrived at the clearing that opened to a vast panorama of savannah with a river near-by. People were singing as they worked. They busily moved barges loaded with huge stones up and down the river then off loaded them into sled like carriers that hovered just above the ground. Several pushed these carriers to the middle of the savannah to where a vast building project was in progress. The Sphinx enclosure and Hall of Records were almost finished. The outer casing was in its finishing stages. The finished portions were capped at the top with gold and the rest covered in dazzling white stone that caught the rays of the sun. A whole city of stone was near-by and smells of cooking food and sounds of joyous singing wafted on the breeze.

Another object was finished and looked familiar. It had an outer layer of gold that was painted with brilliant colors.

“It’s the Sphinx,” Sydney exclaimed. “It looks different with all those colors and a nose. Egyptologists will hate this. They think all this is only five thousand years old. Those guys who have been trying to prove it dates back to at least 10,500 B.C. are right. This is really cool!”

 Amused, John looked at him.  “I would say that’s a slight understatement.”

Myrna watched as people pushing the hovering carriers arrived at an area behind the Sphinx. She gasped in amazement as the huge well-dressed overseers moved the blocks from the carriers by floating them to the smaller workers. These giants had the headgear and dress associated with the ancient Egyptians. The workers located at various regions on the enclosure on wooden stages like window washers guided the stones into place.

They all stared almost in a trance as they watched the proceedings.

“Who are those giants?”

“These people call them the ‘children of the gods.’ 

“The people seem happy enough,” Myrna observed.

“They believe they are working for their place in eternity and are rewarded in this life with food and shelter. They have forgotten they once had all these things and more in the past before they gave their allegiance to Lucifer and his angels. You may recognize the names of some of those angels: Ptah, Anubis, Isis (she is an offspring. There are no female angels) Jupiter, Apophis and many others. They all have their own sects and fight among themselves for territory. They have sections here on Earth and also on other planetary systems. The Most High has informed me that in your time they have been banished from other planets and are confined to Earth and its surrounding space. “

“Are they the ones who fly those UFOs we see in our time?” Sydney asked.

“They have space ships, yes. It used to be they could move from one place to another with the speed of a thought but they lost that ability when they turned from God the Creator to follow Lucifer. Much of their power was also lost when they left their higher realm to have sex with mortal women and produced offspring.”

“Yes. That is mentioned in Genesis Chapter six in the Bible, “ Sydney commented.

“Won’t we cause some kind of ripple in time or something if they see us here?” Myrna asked.

“People will look right at you and not see you. You are solid and not invisible in that sense of the word, but I can cause them to be blinded to your presence. You are here as observers only, not to interact with anyone.”

“We can get closer then, right?” John was anxious to mingle and see and hear the people up close. His interest in ancient civilizations caused him to be filled with wonder at actually being able to observe ancient history up close and personal especially this time period for which there was no historical record.

“Mingle all you wish. The complex will soon be finished and Lucifer will be here to dedicate it. I want you all to be here to see it for yourselves.”

“Wish we had our cameras and a tape recorder,” Sydney had just noticed that his backpack was gone. “What happened to our backpacks?”

“They will be returned to you when you go back to your own time. Cameras and tapes would cause ripples in time. They can’t be allowed.”

“Understandable,” Myrna said.

“I suppose that includes my pipe,” John said as he patted his empty pocket. His scar had faded to an even light pink. “I have another question.” John and the others moved forward toward the groups of people surrounding the Hall of Records. “When are the pyramids going to be built and did Khufu build the Great Pyramid? His name is not only on the pyramid in our time but in it as well. How do you explain that?”

“I can answer that one,” Sydney said. “Ramses put his name on whatever he liked and claimed it as his own. If he did it, the rest of them probably did, too.”

“Good point.” John admitted. “I had forgotten about that. We have to take into account the gigantic egos of the pharaohs. Claiming anything they wanted as their own creation certainly wouldn’t have been above them.

“Raphael, who did build the pyramids, like the step pyramid and the red pyramid at Saquarra? Who built those?”

“Enoch and his son, Methuselah who was also known in the Egyptian tongue as Imhotep.”

They remained in stunned silence for a long time. Raphael went on with his discourse.

“In your own time is it not true that captured technology is copied by others? Those who came much later after Noah’s flood tried to build pyramids but the knowledge of how to build them was lost as is evidenced by their crumbling ruins. One man of your time did know. He was uneducated as I understand it. He has left behind the things he made in a place called Florida. You probably know of whom I speak.”

“The Coral Gardens,” John exclaimed. “He really did know the secrets of the pyramids. I often wondered why he didn’t leave behind some record of how he did it.”

“What do you think the people of your time would have done with such knowledge?”

All of them remained silent lost in their own thoughts.

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