http://www.endtimespost.org    (My new website)
 

This website started December 1999

UFOs, Aliens, Fallen Angels, Nephilim and Their Ranks Home page

Christmas with a Capital "C"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAckfn8yiAQ

ASK A QUESTION

Updated 5/12/08

BOOKS

Chapter Seven

20^th Century A.D.

THE MOUNTAIN

            John Murphy was looking for better hand and foot holds on the narrow trail in the Capitan Mountains near Roswell. Loose rocks made walking uphill difficult. The fragrance of pine and wild flowers perfumed the air. It was early summer and already in the nineties in Roswell, but here the breezes were cool.  His friend, Paul’s long legs had carried him far ahead of the rest of them.

John looked back with concern at Myrna, his sweetheart since they were age five. “Can you make it OK? Where’s Jeremiah?”

            Myrna strained to keep up. “Behind me somewhere,” she said between gasps for breath.

            They continued on in silence saving their breath for the difficult climb. None of them had ever hiked in such rough terrain and finally they were forced to stop.

            Paul finally hollered back. “Hey, where are you guys?”

            “Just below you. We’re going to stop and take a breather.” John shouted.

            A spray of rocks came down the path as Paul backtracked to join them. John, Paul and Myrna rested, sitting together under a fir tree amidst some big rocks while they waited for Jeremiah.

            “What can be taking him so long?” John furrowed his brow. “If he doesn’t show up in another minute I’m going looking for…” John broke off as the bushes swished to the right of them and Jeremiah appeared. “How’d you get over there without going past us?” He asked.

             “I told you I had a few tricks,” Jeremiah said in his heavy accent. “Two men are following us. I do not understand why anyone would be following. What do we know that could interest them?”         

“These UFO nuts are strange. If they’re following there’s not much we can do about it,” Paul said. “We’ll think of something later when we have that crashed UFO and the black box located.” His breathing had returned to normal. “We need to accomplish as much as we can before the sun goes down. Before we do, let’s take one last look at the map then destroy it before anyone else can see it.”

            He brought out the map. They all crowded around him and studied it. John pointed at the map, then the direction they would head from their present location.

Paul set fire to the map, watched the map burn into ash and ground what was left into the ground. The rest of the climb went uneventfully except that Jeremiah disappeared again. This time they continued on after discovering his absence, confident he was checking out the men following them.

            They came to a cliff. John peered over the edge. “That’s got to be at least a thousand foot drop.” He paused. “This must be that hidden canyon on the map.”

            They all stared over the edge. Below lay a small valley with a stream running through it.

            Myrna raked her fingers nervously through her shining blond hair, blinked her large blue eyes and moaned. “How are we going to get down there?”

            John shrugged. “Good question.” He studied the area. This was the most exciting adventure of his twenty-one years. They were all third year college students and classes were over until fall.

Jeremiah possessed the map. He said he found it in a cave near Jerusalem. It was written in Hebrew so he was the only one who could read the words. Since he was an orphan as a result of a suicide bombing in Jerusalem he came to the U.S. to live with relatives. Paul and Jeremiah were physics majors. Best friends since grammar school Paul talked John into going to New Mexico for this adventure. Myrna went along to be with John. He never took UFOs seriously. He majored in legal classes, ancient history and police science. He intended to be a police officer like his father and Myrna would be a high school teacher. He was mystified about a map found in Israel about a UFO crash site in New Mexico. John was not one to turn away from a mystery until it was solved. John rubbed his thick military cut hair as he pondered it all.

Paul was already six foot three and still growing. He was head and shoulders taller than all the rest of them. He sat down at the edge, staring at the valley below between his feet, his long blond hair waving in the breeze. “Do you think Jeremiah is right? Is there really a UFO down there somewhere? ”

            “Even if it’s not there, it will be fun to look,” Myrna smiled then cleared her throat. “I just don’t see how we’ll get down there.”

            “There’s a narrow path going down the cliff side,” John said. “We can make it if we go slow and easy. I don’t want to go without Jeremiah, though. Wish he’d show up.”

            They all turned at the sound of someone clearing his throat behind them. “It is nice to be missed,” Jeremiah said. “We do have company. Those same two men are a short distance behind us. We need to erase our footprints as we go to the cliff edge, but we need to retrace our steps for a short distance. It will not throw them off for long, but should give us some extra time to widen the distance between us.”

            “Sounds like a plan. Let’s do it.” Paul said as he began retracing his steps. The others followed.

            John struggled to keep up with the long legged Jeremiah. “I wanted to ask you. How did you ever find out about this mysterious black box anyway?”

            “I spent some time with a secluded sect of rabbis in Jerusalem. They keep the secrets of the ages. Not many know about them. There are many underground tunnels that lead to various caverns in the old city as it was in the days of Solomon. They spend much time there arranging and preserving ancient scrolls. I once had occasion to save their lives even as a child. I led Palestinians who were trying to kill them away from them by grabbing one of their new automatic rifles from one of them. They chased me just long enough for the rabbis to disappear. I had many holes to hide in…kind of like a rabbit. I disappeared before they could do me in. Living in Jerusalem I had become adept at disappearing and running very fast. Later one of the old rabbis told me about the black box and gave me the map. He said it might be near where the crashed saucer is. The black box contains the secrets of the ages. Even the rabbis could not guess what that could mean. I have been waiting for just such a time as this to look for that box. I think it is more important than the crashed UFO.” Jeremiah paused in his discourse to concentrate on the trail ahead.

            The path down the cliff narrowed so much in places they had to find roots and rocks for hand holds and sometimes had only finger holds while the heels of their feet hung in mid air over the valley far below. No one spoke. Praying silently, each concentrated on every step they took as they made their way down inch by inch. A strange humming started behind them. John ventured a glance over his shoulder. A huge saucer shaped ship was hovering just behind them. It hung motionless in the air watching their every move.

            John lost one handhold. With a foot waving for balance and dirt and rocks cascading down the cliff side, he grasped frantically for another handhold.

            Myrna screamed, but did not glance in his direction.

            They all remained glued in position as John struggled for balance.

            From behind John, Jeremiah reached out and grabbed his hand to help balance him. John shared Jeremiah’s handhold.

            They all waited for the cascading dirt and rocks to subside.

            “The ship is behind us, watching us,” John ventured a few words as he clung to the cliff side waiting for the pounding of his heart to slow.

            “Ignore,” Jeremiah breathed. “Just concentrate on what you are doing.”

            John continued inching his way down; just a few more feet to safety silently cursing at his own clumsiness.

Jeremiah didn’t speak until they reached the safety of the ground. “I know there has to be a purpose in all this. God always has a purpose.”

            John made a display of kneeling down and kissing the ground while Myrna giggled. He shrugged his shoulders at Jeremiah’s comment. “Who knows? What ever it is, we’re here so let’s find that crashed UFO.  Speaking of UFOs, what happened to the one that was watching us?” They all searched the area with their eyes. There was nothing in sight. They then hurried after Jeremiah, who seemed to know exactly where he was going.

            They found Jeremiah standing by a big boulder. “There is something beneath this.” Jeremiah paced around the edges of the huge rock. “According to the map this is where the black box is hidden. When we find the box, we will look first then destroy what is in it and leave the empty box for our friends to find.”

            “Sounds great, but how are we going to move this rock?

            “Have faith, my friend. Paul and I know an even better way. We have discussed the similarity of the theory of quantum reality to a basic concept in the Bible.”

            “I didn’t know you two knew that stuff.” He stared at Paul. “Explain to me in terms I can understand what anything in this new science has to do with the Bible. I always thought they were incompatible.”

            “It has to do with Bell’s theorem. It asserts that no local model of reality can underlie the quantum facts. Bell’s theorem says that reality must be non-local. In other words no two points need have direct contact with each other. All presently known interactions can be explained in terms of only four fundamental forces strong, weak, electromagnetic, and gravitational. Local forces are mediated by the exchange of particles. Local forces diminish with distance. Non-local influences do not diminish with distance. They are as potent at a million miles as at a millimeter. Non-local influences act instantaneously. The speed of their transmission is not limited by the velocity of light.”

            “Whoa there! This is going over my head.” John said.

            “Mine, too,” Myrna agreed.

            Paul interjected. “OK. Think of it this way. Prayer can affect what is happening on the other side of the planet or next-door. Taking it to the evil side voodoo uses the same method by sticking pins in dolls. ”

            “And Scripture says, Jeremiah quoted, Rom 1:20  --for from the world’s creation the invisible things of him are perceived, being apprehended by the mind through the things that are made, both his eternal power and divinity, --so as to render them inexcusable. Col 1:15 He is the image of the invisible God, the first-born of all creation;  for in him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible (local) and invisible (non-local), whether thrones or dominions or principalities or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. “

John looked doubtful. “So how do we use this to move this huge rock?”  Soon all of them stood next to the great boulder waiting for Jeremiah’s instructions.

“God spoke the world into existence. We must speak His words and move the rock. It is a strange thing that quantum reality proves the existence of God. Many do not accept that, but it is so nonetheless.”

              “We’d better hurry. The men following us are coming down the cliff, only they have mountain climbing gear,” Myrna said.

            Jeremiah smiled. “Good. They are well occupied. They cannot see what we are doing.”  

“I see a slight indentation right here.” John pushed the barely discernible groove to see if anything would happen. The huge boulder began to move. “Looks like we won’t have to test your theory after all,” John laughed.

Amazed they all watched as the boulder slid back as if on rollers revealing a large opening beneath.

            “Let’s get out our flashlights and check it out fast before those men see what we’re doing. We have to find the box and the UFO.” Jeremiah reminded them.

            Paul nodded in agreement. He peered into the hole with his flashlight. “There’s a stairway going down. We can go in, get the black box, and come back before those guys get to the bottom of the cliff.”

            “Only one of us should go.” John said. “Let Jeremiah. He’s the most agile and slender. The rest of us can stay to be sure our friends up there don’t get too close. Besides it’ll be faster with just one. We can give him our extra flashlights.”

            “I do not think the flashlights will be necessary. You must come look at this,” Jeremiah said. He was already on the stairway in the hole. A soft light came from below.

            “As soon as my foot touched the first stair, it lit up.”

            John stretched out on his stomach and stared into the hole as Jeremiah hurried down the stairway. “The pressure of his weight on the stairs must have triggered the lights, but where is the light coming from? It seems to be everywhere, but I can’t find the source.”

            Paul and Myrna looked. She glanced over her shoulder anxiously toward the cliff as their pursuers neared the bottom. “Hurry, Jeremiah! We’re running out of time!” Myrna called.

            “I am here and I have it!” He held up the box for everyone to see.

XXX

            They all held their breath as they examined the box.

            Though about the size of a large jewelry box, it was made of glassy black material that seemed to have clouds swirling in it. It seemed to be almost weightless. The translucent black box bore symbols in a strange language that looked similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics.        

            “Look!” Myrna exclaimed. “I think it says ‘press here.”

            John pressed the indicated spot. The box lid lifted.

            Inside the contents looked like pieces of film with symbols on them. Myrna picked one up. It floated out of her hand and unfolded in the air before them. “Wow, too cool. What is it?”

            “Looks like plans for buildings. The Pyramids! Those are the plans for the three Giza pyramids. It shows them floating the blocks into place.” Paul grabbed another piece of the filmy substance. It floated into the air showing the plans for the Sphinx and the passageway that led to a vault beneath it.

            “Wow!” John breathed.

            Jeremiah took the box and examined it. “Oy, what a find. I would like to see the face of our physics professor when he sees this, eh Paul?” Jeremiah sat on the top of the hole with his feet on the first stair keeping it lit up with the weight of his feet.        

Gunshots cracked behind them. Jeremiah grunted, grasped his side and fell sideways back down the hole.

            Paul grabbed for him. The sudden weight pulled him into the hole with Jeremiah.

            John snatched the pieces of filmy material, threw them down after the men, then turned, grasped Myrna, and ran for cover behind the boulder. “You get hit?” John asked anxiously as he pulled Myrna to him.

            “It’s nothing. They can get us behind this rock. What can we do? Didn’t you bring a gun with you?”

            John pulled a twenty-two pistol out of his backpack and waited. “I actually brought this in case we ran into some belligerent critters. I just hope Jeremiah and Paul are OK.”

            “After a fall like that? I know Jeremiah was hit before he fell in.” Myrna’s face was white with pain and shock.

            “Shhhhh,” John whispered. He could hear footsteps coming in their direction.

XXX

            Paul came to, at the bottom of the stairway. He felt so light, it seemed he could float; like being under water only he could breath. He peered around trying to spot Jeremiah and found him sprawled on the stairs just above him.  The bottom of the hole spread into a small cavern. Jeremiah’s weight on the stairs kept the soft glowing light on. He picked up the pieces from the box that John had thrown down and hastily crammed them into the black box that had fallen just below Jeremiah.

            A dark stain spread under the young man. Jeremiah’s face was pale and still. Alarmed, Paul moved toward him, amazed at how he almost floated as he walked. He felt for a pulse. It was still there, but weak and thready.

            “I’ve got to get you out of here, my friend. You’re losing too much blood.”

            He glanced up toward the opening and saw a strange face staring down. He pulled Jeremiah off the stairs and darkness covered them both. Using his flashlight, he dragged Jeremiah into the cavern out of the line of sight.

            The man started down the stairs. The soft glow reappeared. Paul could hear gunshots outside as the man’s partner went after John and Myrna.

            Paul hurriedly tucked the black box into his backpack and pulled Jeremiah behind an outcropping of rock in the cavern. There he picked up a sharp edged rock and waited, then remembered he had a small pistol stashed in his belt. He pulled it out and hoped gunshots would not cause the whole place to cave in on them.

            “Boyd, where are you?”

            Paul heard the shout of the other man through the mike as clearly as if it were in his own ear.

            Boyd reached the bottom of the stairs. His dark eyes had the cold stare of a shark. “Throw the box out here and I’ll let you live. You might as well cooperate. Where are you going to go?” He talked into a mike connected to the piece in his ear. “Julian, I have them. One is dead, I think. I’m at the bottom of the stairway. It opens into a cavern. The box is down here.”

            Paul heard a series of gunshots outside. He popped up and fired two shots at his pursuer. The man grunted in surprise and pain, telling Paul the bullets hit their target. Then the cavern echoed with the sound from Boyd’s gun, and the whine of bouncing bullets.

Paul huddled behind the rock with arms protecting his head from flying stone chips. Then silence…

            Paul held his breath and waited. The sounds of gunfire from outside had stopped. He cautiously peered out from his hiding place. His attacker lay sprawled in the entrance of the cavern. He sidled up to him and felt the man’s neck for a pulse. He was still alive. He checked further. The man wore a bulletproof vest. Paul could see where one bullet grazed the man’s temple. The other buried itself in the vest. Boyd was only knocked out.

            “Come on, Jeremiah, we’re going to have to take our chances up top.” He took Jeremiah’s backpack off and dug out a tee shirt to use for a pressure bandage. Hoisting Jeremiah over his shoulder, he carried him up the stairs. It was easier than he expected. A force field generated when the light was on, letting him almost float, in spite of Jeremiah’s weight.

            He peeked over the top of the hole. He could hear sobs from behind the big boulder. He crawled to the top and carefully placed Jeremiah behind some bushes, then quietly walked to the boulder.

            The man named, Julian, held a gun under John’s jaw. The man’s arm was bleeding and blood ran down Myrna’s arm as well.

            Myrna sobbed as she sat on the ground next to John. Her hands were tied in front of her.

            “The box. All I want is the black box and you and your girlfriend can go.”

            “I don’t have it. She doesn’t have it. Search us. See for yourself.”

            “You know where it is, though, don’t you?” Julian jabbed the barrel of the gun into the soft under part of John’s jaw causing him to gag.

            Paul’s mind raced. He couldn’t understand why those questions were being asked. The jerk already knew where the black box was. This predator enjoys his work. He is just looking for an excuse to kill.

            How could he distract him away from John long enough to keep a bullet from going off, even accidentally? He backed up quietly, then deliberately stamped on a twig.

            The man wheeled and fired. Paul fired at the same time, aiming at the man’s head, while throwing himself down to avoid being hit himself.

The shot missed, but John used the distraction to pick up a rock and hit the man from behind. Julian went to his knees. John grabbed a big stick and swung. This time the man crashed to the ground and stayed there.

            “We’ve got to hurry. His partner is downstairs unconscious, but he won’t stay that way for long. Jeremiah is in the brush. He’s lost a lot of blood. He needs a doctor.”

            “Let’s put this blankety-blank in the hole with his friend and put the boulder back.” John’s face was red with anger.

            “Untie me.” Myrna held out her hands. Blood dripped off the ends of her fingers.

            “We’ve got to check on your arm. Let me take a look,” Paul said. He gently untied her and examined the wound in her arm. “We just need to stop the bleeding. I don’t think you’ll die or anything. I’ll wrap it and John can go check on Jeremiah. Where is he?” He looked around.

            I think he is a little ticked.” Paul pointed to where John was dragging the unconscious body of his tormentor toward the hole. He pushed him over the edge and let the man’s body roll down the stairs.

            Paul turned back to Jeremiah and peeled away the shirt to expose the wound. Myrna helped, mopping up the blood with the tee shirt so they could see. “It looks pretty bad, Paul. I don’t think it hit any vital organs, but he is bleeding so much. We have to stop the bleeding until we can get help. What are we going to do?”

 She looked up briefly as John angrily kicked dirt and rocks in after the one called Julian. She could see his face was red with rage.

            “All we can do for now is apply a pressure dressing to stop the bleeding and pray we can get him help in time. We need to get some nourishment into him and lots of water.” Paul hollered at John to hand him another clean pressure bandage.

            “It’s a good thing we packed first aid stuff,” she said.

            Jeremiah moaned as they held his head up and put some water from John’s canteen between his lips.

Paul made a small fire and heated a can of soup from his backpack and brought it over. “We’ve got to seal that hole before those guys wake up,” he said.

            Jeremiah’s eyes fluttered open as the hot soup and water slid down his throat. He focused on Paul. “You got them both?”

            “I took care of one and the two of us put the other one out of commission. They’re both in the hole. We need to seal it up.”

            “We will put the boulder back. Do we have the box?” Jeremiah sat up and leaned weakly against Paul as he finished his soup.

            “I have it.” Paul steadied Jeremiah.

            “Help me stand,” Jeremiah said.

            The two men helped him up. “You sure you’re up to this?’” John asked. “I can do it if all I have to do is push that little place on the rock again.”

            “We do not want to seal it all the way. Leave enough of an opening so they have air, but will have to dig their way around it to get out. That ought to give us all the time we need.”

            They all watched as the boulder moved. It seemed to float as it moved over the hole, leaving a tiny air space for their would-be captors.

            “God has been with us or we could not have overcome such experienced assassins,” Jeremiah said as they surveyed their completed work.

 “Jeremiah, you’re weak, but you can walk,” Paul said.   “I don’t think you can make that climb, though. Myrna can’t either. We have to find another way out of this valley.

            “He’s right,” John said. “Here’s the box. Study those contents carefully then destroy it. Fill us in later.”

XXX

             “Do you suppose that UFO crashed looking for the black box?” Myrna asked. “I wonder what is so important about that box anyway.”

            “Remember what I told you on the trail before we got to the cliff.”

 “I remember what you said about the box. Before that you said there were two floods. Most people don’t even believe there was one, let alone two.” Myrna said. “The first flood destroyed the Earth after Lucifer was cast down. It then became the ice age. Noah’s flood came second. Did I get it right?”

“You listened well.” Jeremiah leaned back and passed out.

XXX                

A cold wind began whipping the trees and brush, sending a chill through Myrna in spite of her warm jacket. The weather seemed strange for the time of year. She had heard it got cold at night in the mountains of New Mexico even in the summer sometimes.

She regarded Jeremiah with concern. He shivered even harder, than she. ”Have you checked your bandage? Are you bleeding again?”

Myrna moved toward him for a closer look as he gingerly lifted his jacket. The bandage remained dry; no trace of blood.

“I am too cold to bleed,” he said, and shivered as another blast of wind hit them. “I see you are wounded also. There is a bloody hole in the arm of your jacket.”

“It hurts, but it’s not bleeding. I’ll start a fire if the wind will let me. We can warm up some coffee. There’s plenty of fresh water in that stream and I have a jar of instant coffee in my pack.”

“At least this instant stuff will help us to warm up, nu? Jeremiah smiled. ”While you do that I will open the box and go through it. It is in Hebrew, you know. That is a wonder, yes?” He laughed then clutched his side. “Oy, I do not think it is such a good idea to laugh at my own jokes.”

Myrna checked on his bandages again then made him as comfortable as possible. She mounded some rocks in a circle as a partial windbreak and fire pit, and then gathered dry twigs to start a brisk fire. Soon they were sipping coffee.

“Let’s check on the box together,” Myrna said opening the box Paul had handed them.

They both studied the contents. It was filled with filmy material that unfolded from postage stamp size to that of a large road map and bore diagrams and pictures, much to Jeremiah’s delight. The various diagrams floated in the air when handled. The pictures, symbols and diagrams on the pieces changed, when touched, the equivalent of turning pages in a book.

“It is mostly building plans, star maps, and science equations. “This one looks like the plans for one of their ships.” Jeremiah gazed with awe at the pictures and diagrams more closely. “It is talking about the outer shell of the ship revolving, causing the inside of the ship to slow down in time while the world outside speeds by.”

“Like the calm eye in the middle of a hurricane perhaps,” Myrna observed.

“Yes, yes, that must be it. Maybe it causes UFOs to look like they wink out in one place only to reappear in another. Reading this is like reading a quantum physics textbook.  They even traveled to different star systems. 

“And look right here.” Jeremiah pointed. “It is talking about gravity fields, propulsion systems using sound, light and thought. They had a way to amplify thought. It is talking about a red crystal almost as hard as diamond; ruby maybe and made into the shape of a chair.  Perhaps sitting in it amplified their thoughts. A person would have to have great self-control. I do not think mankind is ready for that, yet.

Jeremiah sighed. “They had angels teaching them. Both the bad and good angels knew how to harness the powers of the universe. Man has had to learn everything directly from the God of the universe Himself. A person must be willing to humble himself. Not many men are willing to do that. They want to take credit for everything themselves. Lucifer played on their pride and desire for power, a sin that he inspired. He is still doing it.” Jeremiah shook his head sadly and continued looking through the floating diagrams.

Myrna watched him. “No wonder progress has been slow. We have a greater technology now, but we’re not really any smarter. Building better machines can’t be the answer.”

“Man’s heart must change. Then his mind can be expanded. Most people have it all backwards. The Nazis were great at building better machines, but look what they did to people. This is not what God has in mind for the peoples of the universe, nu?”

“I’ve often wondered why God lets the devil continue to exist.” Myrna began folding some of the film they had already studied.

“For a short time,” Jeremiah said, “I thought Hitler was the anti-Christ predicted in Scripture. I pondered many hours over why God allows so many terrible things to happen.”

Myrna paused a moment before answering. “Maybe God uses him to show us the difference between good and evil and to weed out those who choose to follow Satan and those who would choose to follow God. This life is just a training ground for something better.”

“Yes. The devil and his angels must go to Hell. That is their destiny. Only man has the right to go there or not by his own choice. He says in the New Testament, which I have studied, that He lies before us life and death and tells us to choose life, but we still have the right to choose. I think one of our jobs is to convince others to choose life. We will not be able to reveal all we know all at once. No one would believe us. It must be a little at a time so people will have a chance to absorb it all and I have lived it. Oy, such a responsibility we have!”

Myrna gulped another swallow of coffee and studied the rest of the film. “These Giza pyramids; who built them? Not the Egyptians!

Jeremiah sighed heavily. “No not Egyptians. It was an earlier civilization and they were not so primitive. Remember they had fallen angels like Ra, Anubis and others to teach them what the evil one wanted them to know.

“It is too bad we must destroy this information, but I understand why. I have already memorized a great deal of it, but there are a few more pieces left. Keep working while we still have some light. I hope John and Paul come back before dark.”

They both huddled over the transparencies, with Jeremiah deciphering words, until dark, and then used their flashlights until they finished.

Myrna gathered more wood to bank the fire while Jeremiah added more padding to his now blood soaked bandage. He was careful not to let her see. They crouched close to the fire to stay warm. A small glow of light could be seen at the bottom of the boulder.

“I wonder if they’re trying to dig their way out.” Myrna shivered. “Do they still have those terrible weapons?”

“Paul and John took all the weapons. They have one of those small machine guns with them and the other one is behind me. We are well armed in case our prisoners escape, but I think it will take them a long time. The edges of that hole are coated with a clear hard glassy material. We must pray they do not have any friends looking for them”

“They’ll starve down there.” Myrna said.

“You are a woman with great compassion even for your enemies.” Jeremiah smiled. “That is what makes us different from them. Do not worry, Miss Myrna, they have radios. John smashed them, but I am sure they were in contact with others before that happened. It is those ‘others’ we need to look out for.”

“Let’s burn this film stuff before we’re found.”

The two of them dumped the contents of the box in the fire. It would not burn. Instead it almost smothered the fire out.

“Take that machine gun you were talking about, Jeremiah, and shoot the stuff full of holes so it’s unreadable.

He lifted the weapon, stifling a groan as he did, and fired several rounds into the pile of transparencies in the fire pit. The bullets bounced off.

“What’ll we do?” Myrna cried in frustration. She scooped up the pieces and moved them out of the fire pit and built another fire. “We could bury it, I suppose.” She looked doubtfully at the pile of artifacts.

Jeremiah remained quiet.

The wind had picked up, shrieking like a screaming woman as it raced around the small valley picking up twigs and debris. A strong gust caught up the transparencies and whirled them away into the dark with the twigs and dry leaves.

“That may be our only solution,” Jeremiah said. ”God has blown it away with His mighty breath.”

“Seems a perfect solution. People would kill for the information contained in that stuff. It is buried in the shifting dust and sand and blown into the rocks and crevasses of this canyon. It could be years before anyone finds it.” Myrna gently closed the empty black box and placed it next to the boulder. She could hear muffled screams and scratching sounds as she did so. ”I hear them. I think it’s a good thing for them to sweat a little, don’t you?Jeremiah?”

Jeremiah was asleep, huddled in a small ball near the fire.

Myrna sighed and checked her pack for her warm cover and tucked it over Jeremiah. She huddled close enough to pull one edge over her, then rose and put more wood on the still smoldering embers. She lay down under some overlapping cover and gazed dreamily at the stars until she fell asleep.

It seemed like only moments had passed when Jeremiah’s shout woke her.

“What is it?”

“The ship! It is back.” Jeremiah pointed.

XXX

John took a deep breath of the cold air. The change in temperature had been sudden. The wind picked up, howling like something out of a spooky movie.

They continued on in silence as the wind howled and the darkness deepened. They took out their flashlights and searched the canyon walls for a break in the wall, a tunnel, a path, anything, leading out.

“You know, this must be a box canyon or something. We’re surrounded, on all sides, by mountains of rock that go straight up. I wonder if anyone even knows this canyon is here. I don’t remember seeing it on any other map. Think we should separate to speed things up?” John shone his flashlight on Paul’s face as he waited for an answer.

“No.” Paul gazed around him intently. “This canyon is small. We should be able to travel around it in a short time. When we find a way out, we’d just waste time trying to find each other.”

“Think there’s a chance there could be a cave or a tunnel?” John walked to the canyon wall, shoving aside bushes and rocks for a closer look at the wall’s surface.

Startled at the loud thud of something hitting the ground, they shone their flashlights in the direction of the sound. They discovered the half-eaten carcass of a deer. They searched the nearest canyon side for the source until their flashlights lit up the snarling face and glowing eyes of a mountain lion.

Alarmed they both stepped back out of range of it’s leap. “What is he standing on?” John’s voice echoed off the canyon walls.

The cat turned tail and disappeared at the sound.

They continued to search the area they last saw the cat, which was about ten feet up from where they stood.

“You see any hand holds so we can get up there?” John reached up, using touch to search for what he could not see with his eyes. He felt a small ledge at eye level. “There’s something here, Paul. Give me a boost.”

Paul boosted him up slowly, as John felt for other handholds. A series of ledges were arranged in stairs to where the mountain lion had disappeared. “Why can’t we see this?” John wondered out loud.

“Maybe it’s been camouflaged somehow, but by whom?”  Paul watched as John continued up until he stood at the same place the cat had been.

“Get up here! There’s a cave. You can’t see the entrance, but you can feel it. Cats use their noses as well as their eyesight. That’s probably how he found it.”

With John’s help, Paul joined him at the cave entrance. They strode forward. As they stepped on the cave floor, a soft glow surrounded them.

“Just like in the hole,” John said. “Wonder where that cat went.”

 “If it goes all the way through, he’s probably on the other side. It must be a way out.” Paul quickened his pace to catch up with John.

The tunnel narrowed, forcing them to walk single file. The temperature rose and so did the tunnel. Exertion and sweat falling in his eyes caused Paul to stop and mop his face. The ceiling began lowering. Soon the men had to duck their heads to keep going. Then off to the right, the tunnel expanded into a large room filled with artifacts.

John’s eyes widened. “Look at this stuff! That chair! It looks like it’s made of ruby or something and look at those control panels. Are those real jewels?”

“TV screens, too.” Paul reached out to touch one and before he could object, John sat in the chair and started pushing buttons. The TV screens came on.

John’s eyes went blank.

“John, you OK? You don’t look right.” Paul reached forward and pulled John out of the chair.

John’s eyes regained their focus. “Wow! Something pulled me right into those pictures. The symbols are in a strange language but I actually understood it. Maybe we’d better figure out what this stuff is before pushing any buttons again.” He gave Paul a sheepish glance. “The time I was in there I understood the language. We should take advantage of that before I forget. In fact it’s already getting kind of hazy.”

They both studied the instruments on the control panel. John sat back in the ruby chair while Paul searched the equipment around the cavern for clues.

“We have to remember what we came for,” Paul said. “Myrna and Jeremiah are counting on us. We can look this stuff over in more detail when they’re with us.”

John nodded. “Let’s go. I’ve been neglecting Myrna and really feel bad about it. I just hope she’s not in any pain with that wound in her arm.” He hurried in the direction they had been going when they entered the cavern.

“I’m betting the entrance on the other side is just a short distance.” He said to Paul not bothering to look behind him.

As he predicted, the exit lay just a few feet away. They edged through the opening, and then looked behind them. This side was camouflaged as well. They found themselves on level ground just a short distance from where they began their trek down the cliff face.

“We could have saved ourselves all that agony if we had known.” John snorted then laughed. “But how could anyone know? What a perfect cover! Let’s go get Myrna and Jer.”

XXX

John and Paul arrived at the camp just as the ship appeared and they heard Jeremiah’s cry. A blue beam of light lit up the canyon, focusing on them at first then moving away toward the big boulder. The beam narrowed on the black box. The box disappeared. The beam turned off and the ship shot out of sight.

“They got the box!” John’s voice boomed in the sudden quiet.

Jeremiah took a deep breath and shouted. “The box is empty. When they find out, they will be back. Oy, God, have mercy. We must get out of here!”

“We’ve found a way out,” Paul said. “It’s not far. We have to hurry. Jeremiah, you come with me. John can help Myrna.”

The sudden calm ended with a gust of wind that blew twigs, dirt and leaves into the air making it difficult to move trying to support another body.

They all moved as fast as possible with Jeremiah’s wound taking his breath away when they moved too quickly. Finally, Paul picked him up and carried him the rest of the way pushing hard into the wind squinting his eyes against the dust. Once safely inside the cave entrance out of the cold wind, they rested.

It was not a moment too soon.

Outside a searchlight flared to life and began sweeping back and forth across the canyon floor. The thundering sound of helicopters competed with the sound of the roaring wind.

Paul grimaced. “Those guys must really be determined to find us, to risk flying in this wind.”

“Was there ever any doubt of that? Maybe we should get going.” Myrna held her aching arm as Paul assisted Jeremiah to his feet. She sighed in resignation. “I don’t think they’re the kind who will ever give up.”

John led the way with Myrna close behind him as the tunnel narrowed. Paul had his arm around Jeremiah to steady him. The upward climb had Jeremiah moaning with pain. His side began bleeding again.

Paul smiled reassuringly. “Just a little farther and we’ll be in a big room where you can rest.” His smile turned into a laugh. “And wait until you see what’s in that room!”

To Jeremiah the ‘little farther’ seemed to take forever. Paul could not pick him up in the narrow tunnel.

When they arrived in the room, John pointed to the ruby chair. “Sit there, Jeremiah. It’s part of the control panel in front of it. “It’s apparently what’s left of a ship that crashed.” Paul gently placed Jeremiah in the chair while John pointed to a button.

Jeremiah’s eyes scanned the panel and I beams. “I cannot read it. What does it say?”

John did not answer, just pushed a button.

“Oyyyyyy!” Jeremiah’s eyes went blank.

They waited a few minutes watching his face. “We’d better get him out. It could be too much for him,” Paul said with concern. “He needs to rest.”

John held Paul back and shook his head. “Leave him there just a little longer.”

Myrna giggled as she watched the expression on Jeremiah’s face. “Looks like he’s having fun. He’s smiling!”

Suddenly the smile turned to the twisted grimace of someone in terrible pain.

Paul pulled him out of the chair. “What is it? Is your side bleeding again?” He placed him carefully on a smooth part of the floor.

Jeremiah regained his focus. He smiled up at them. ”This is the chair the film stuff in the black box talked about, but it did not tell everything.”

 “Jeremiah memorized the contents of the black box before it all blew away,” We tried to destroy it.” Myrna paused for effect. “It wouldn’t burn. Even bullets just bounced off of it. It’s hidden in the cracks and crevasses of the canyon now.”

“You were smiling for a while, then looked like you were in pain.” Paul looked at Jeremiah with concern.

He examined Jeremiah’s side. The wound was still bleeding. Myrna handed him a clean dressing and he dressed the wound while Jeremiah directed John to push a certain button to turn on the TV screens and memory banks. Many pictures looked similar to a few things in the black box, but were incomplete. The propulsion system instructions and ship construction diagrams were missing along with the map of the world as it had been, showing the location of all the time markers.

They all watched in fascination as the pictures on the screens progressed from schematics to views of wars and terrible destruction. It showed the grays and reptilians along with fallen angels with their angry faces as part of a vast invasion force led by Lucifer and his angels. The invasion force looked like something out of Star Wars with creatures from all over the universe.

Paul said, “The beings we call the grays and reptilians; they were just a small part of an invasion force led by Lucifer and his angels against Heaven when Lucifer tried to take over the rule of the universe from the God. See all the different races from other planets? I’m guessing the greatest number came from Earth. The war was so vast.”

“Lucifer recruited all of them?” Myrna eyes widened in surprise.

Paul drew himself up and looked thoughtful. “Remember. God creates. The devil recruits. He can’t create life as God does.”

 “The weapon. Look at the weapon,” Jeremiah whispered weakly.

The pictures continued showing angels assisting Atlanteans, grays, reptilians and others in constructing a weapon. It operated by pushing a button. They experimented with the effects of the weapons on the population of a large city of an unknown planet. There was no warning and no sound. A wide beam of bluish light shot out. The people just vanished.

They all gasped. Paul paled. “My God! I wonder if they still have that weapon. No wonder no one has ever found proof of the Atlanteans in the fossil records. There wouldn’t be any bones to find.”

“What about it, Jeremiah? Did you see anything about it while sitting in the ruby chair? Jeremiah…?” Myrna touched his cold, white face. She felt for a pulse. “NOOOOOO! Jeremiah!”

Paul lifted him gently. His body had hidden the large pool of blood.  “He must have started bleeding again while we talking our heads off,” he said bitterly.

“It can’t end like this. It just can’t. “ Myrna wept uncontrollably. The others sat in stunned silence.

XXX

Myrna wiped her eyes. “What are we going to do? We can’t just leave him here and there’s no way to get him help in time. The nearest phone is miles from here.”

Paul sat in  silence with Jeremiah’s head resting in his lap.

“This can’t be all of it,” Paul replied. “God surely did not bring him here to die. I just know this isn’t the end of it.

Jeremiah stirred slightly. They shouted his name and he opened his eyes. His white face took on a little color.

Jeremiah sat up and smiled briefly. “I have much to tell you.”

After rejoicing and hugging they sat back down near the ruby chair.

“I am not here to stay. God has allowed me this time to talk to you.”

He talked to them for over an hour relating what he had seen on the other side and telling them to keep it to themselves for now. They would know when the time was right to reveal what he told them.

“You must leave me here. The angels of God told me to tell you that. There is a reason, but I am not allowed to tell you.

“I have no family. My relatives here barely tolerate me and treat me as a duty rather than a loved one so I will not be missed. Please do not worry or blame yourselves. This has been a wonderful adventure. You must leave me and you must go now. Please. Do not feel guilty. This is what I want…my dying request.” His voice faded and the color once again left his face. He sunk back against the ruby chair.

Paul felt for a pulse and shook his head.

“Are we really going to leave him here?” Myrna whispered.

“That is what he wanted,” Paul said.

“It just doesn’t seem right somehow.” John said.

“We will do as he asked. What better place for his burial?” Paul gently closed Jeremiah’s eyes and sat him up in the ruby chair.

They all prayed over him and left through the newly discovered exit at the top of the cliff.

XXX

As time passed much of what they had seen and heard faded from memory… until later.

XXX

Table of Contents & Links

chap 7 20th Century A.D.