Charger the Soldier

by Lea Tassie

  Dr. Opinhimmer continued, hoping to shore up his argument. "What made it all conceivable was the discovery of what were thought to be mistakes in the construction of Stonehenge. My colleague found additional pits or small pot holes that were assumed to be there as locking mechanisms for the upright stones, but were found on the opposite side of the cap stones from where they should have been." He wrapped his hands around his coffee cup to stop himself waving his hands around like a lecturer. "What he discovered, according to this old manuscript, was that if one poured a mixture of mercury and other, dissimilar liquid metals into the pits of a completed Stonehenge circle, and those holes were at certain angles, in an electrical storm the stone circle created static electricity in huge arcs, much like a Tesla coil."

  He noted with satisfaction that the students were all sitting on the edge of their seats.

  "The combination of the dissimilar liquefied metals creates a weak electrical charge and the sarsen stones are thought to give a resonance or a tone that is transmittable. The static was so severe that the people observing the process were safe only if they stationed themselves in another enclosure made of wood, situated a few miles away but close enough that they could still watch."

  "So what good was that machine to primitive Britons?" a student asked. Her face reflected what was probably an inner struggle between believing his story and trying for scientific detachment.

  "That's the million-dollar question!" Dr. Opinhimmer exclaimed. His excitement made his voice gruff. "We don't know. But here in Tepe, the north circle of stones, with the carving of the ringed city, seems to be built in the same manner. So why bury the site? Is there scientific importance to this area? Would the church want this type of knowledge concealed from the public?"

  He realized that staring into his mug was not going to produce hot coffee. He rose and poured a fresh cup. "This dig site is a gathering of concentric circles, like a grouping of mini Stonehenges." Sitting down again, he continued. "What if this site is a transceiver, a way to communicate with those ancient humans who left Earth before the last ice age? And what if Stonehenge is a recreation of that lost technology?"

  "I've got to be honest with you, Professor," said one of his more ardent students. "A group of stone rings doesn't sound like any type of usable technology. If this society of humans lived and thrived on Earth before the last ice age, and somehow gained space travel, a group of rocks is not consistent with the types of technology needed for such an advanced people. And to suggest that this group of rocks transmits anything seems unrealistic. Any sounds given off by ringing stones in a thunder storm would be drowned out by the thunder. And, in any case, would the sound be loud enough to transmit out into deep space?"

  The professor shouted, "I like you!" He was pleased with the student's interest. "You are quite correct in this line of thinking, with only one exception. My hypothetical ancient human society was great in technology 20,000 years ago, before the last ice age started, but would have been utterly erased from existence by Earth processes. The survivors left behind would have had no technology to help them survive that span of time, but would have retained language. That means stories and history."

  He took a breath and continued. "This group of transmitting stones may be just their imaginative recreation of what the ancient humans had, but skewed as stories always are when passed down through time."

  Some of his students nodded.

  "My friend who worked on Stonehenge has created a computer model based on this line of reasoning, and he has concluded that the stone machine with its rare metals and high voltage does indeed give off a tone. However, a recent and more exciting discovery made by a dredging ship just off the coast of Porthcawl, in the Bristol Channel, was another stone ring. This ring is similar to our Gobekli Tepe site and has been dated to around the time of the ice age. It is also covered by mounds of sand, now deep beneath the ocean waters."

  Dr. Opinhimmer glanced around the table and saw that all of the students seemed to now be in agreement with him. He was positive that this site was of scientific importance and had to be a direct threat to the church. That there might have been a technologically superior race of humans before the writings of religion, and yet not mentioned in those writings would indeed create turmoil in an already fragile and endangered church.

  He continued to explain his reasoning. "The real problem here is that 12,000 years back, when this site of concentric stone rings existed, science tells us that the area would still have been under a thick sheet of ice. So if the dating we used is correct, then this site was built as soon as the ice retreated. But it makes more sense to guess that this area was instead an oasis. A lush, thick, forested, tropical area surrounded by ice."

  Hours had passed since he and his students had hidden themselves away in the small tent. He noticed that the stars were now shining and suggested that they move outside to enjoy the cool evening air.

  The group gathered around a fire pit, lit a fire, and continued the debate. One of the students asked, "So what does this all mean, Professor? Are we working on a site that might change the course of human history?"

  "I can't say. This whole conversation has been an exercise in thought," the professor replied. "But I can add this to the mix. About two years back, I read a paper on the discovery of human remains in Florida that were dated at around 20,000 years old."

  "I read that paper too," said a student. "But it was thought to be too problematic and so was dismissed."

  "We don't need to debate the politics of scientific discoveries here," Dr. Opinhimmer said. "But what was found with the human remains is definitely problematic. This human was found with a degraded piece of metal that might have been used as a knife. Metal was not used until much later in human history, and when the supposed knife itself was tested, suggested something disturbing. It seems the metal was a blending of compounds, much like that of old Japanese Samurai swords." He was getting tired now. He wanted to stop speaking and let his mind drift. The students were silent, perhaps working hard to process all the information he had offered them.

  The silence was disturbed by a tall thin-faced man who slipped from darkness into the light of the campfire. It was one of the dig site managers. He pulled the professor aside from the group around the fire. "You have been recalled to the university. Apparently the Dean wants a personal update on our progress. You will be leaving tomorrow, so you better pack your gear."

  Dr. Opinhimmer grudgingly headed toward his tent, the students groaning and protesting that the conversation had ended too abruptly. He agreed, but what could he do about it? No doubt the Dean also wanted to discuss the continuing demonstrations by members of the church. That institution's tendrils reached everywhere.

  Chapter 7 Descent into hell

  For the first time in years, Brother Ben dressed in what he called civvies: tattered jeans, tee shirt, black leather jacket. He placed the rest of his clothing in the small suitcase, ran his hands over the black garments to ensure they lay flat and smooth, closed the case and looked around his room. He had lived a happy and comfortable life here these past fifteen years, but the old manuscripts discovered underneath the monastery conflicted strongly with the truths he had held so dear. Moving the small crucifix across the shelf, closer to the light beaming in through the little window, Ben sighed and turned to leave the room for the last time.

  His mentor and friend, Father Mulcahy, was waiting for him in the hall. "I wish you would change your mind," he said, placing his hand on Ben's shoulder.

  "I just can't, Father. I tried to be strong in my faith in God, but as I transcribed those manuscripts, I found it increasingly difficult to abide by the rules you laid out for me." Ben's voice was full of sorrow for this was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. The church had been wrong in choosing him to transcribe the ancient documents but he had promised never to reveal what he had learned, for fear of damaging the already tarnished reputation of the church. If ever the truth was known in the larger world, the
work done by many committed people over the centuries would all be in vain.

  Ben tried to dismiss those pages as the work of a madman, just a fringe writer bent on finding some way to get his work into the Bible. But, as more and more work surfaced through the internet, work done by others with nothing to gain, Ben realized he had interpreted the most important pages ever produced regarding the story of Enoch.

  "Maybe I was too hard on you, too demanding. I blame myself for this, but I truly felt that, of all my students, you were the brightest and that this was the work God had planned for you," Father Mulcahy said as they walked down the long, dark hall. His tall staff clicking on the stone floor, Father Mulcahy went on. "God has chosen a new path for you to walk, and I pray He will keep you safe all the days of your life, my friend. If you ever need anything, I will always be here for you."

  "Thank you, Father. God keep you safe, too." Ben stepped through the great doors of the monastery and went out into the world alone.

  As he waited for the taxi to take him to the airport and a new life, his mind once again returned to the manuscript. The book of Enoch told of a man who walked with God for several years and, to Ben, the story had always been just that, a story. The Bible had dedicated only a single paragraph to Enoch. However, works had surfaced since, telling of the adventures of Enoch, the only individual to ever have the honor of getting to know God. But the pages that Ben transcribed told a different story, the story of Enoch's origins, the fact that he was not one individual, but thousands, descriptions of the city they dwelt in and how it came to be that they had discovered the technology to contact God.

  This new book of Enoch told of men who walked with God for three hundred years. Ben saw this long-lost knowledge as something the world should know, but he had been given strict orders never to reveal it. He had spent a long time transcribing the works of departed monks who had worked on the stories earlier. Each generation of scribes slowly deciphered the words found on strange, triangular tablets made from a metal that seemed modern yet which he now knew must have survived for hundreds of thousands of years. Six months ago, he had cracked the code.

  The code told of a machine the Enoch had built, which was of such incredible design and such unbelievable complexity that the whole thing seemed to border on madness. Its structure and workings were incomprehensible. But it was clearly technology, clearly a machine, built in a time before the rise of modern man. Who were the people of the Enochs' city, where did they live, how did they live? These questions kept Ben awake night after night. But the one item that completely devastated Ben's belief in the church he had so loved was the description of the keystone, a machine that was used to talk to God.

  The keystone required a living human being, a child, to give up his life to activate the science of this machine. What kind of God could demand the life of an innocent, autistic child as payment for contacting him? It was obvious to Ben that the Enoch had built a murderous machine.

  Ben had tried to discuss his findings with Father Mulcahy. "But I tell you, this is what it says. There can be no mistake!" Ben, at his desk in a small cramped room, deep below the monastery, a room filled to the ceiling with old books and manuscripts, was holding a small triangular tablet.

  "It can't be," Father Mulcahy replied as he turned one of the other tablets round and round in his hands. "Brother Sebastian, before you, cracked the code and told a different story."

  "Brother Sebastian was using a polyalphabetic cipher from the 1970s, and he thought the language was just that, a language. It's not!" Ben said, hoping his friend and mentor would understand the difference.

  "Look, let me try to explain this again." Ben took the tablet from Father Mulcahy. He placed the two pieces together at their base, creating a diamond, then added a third to the tip of one end. Ben then moved the single triangular tablet from one point to the other point as he ran through the words one at a time. "You see here; the thing needs to be moved as one reads it. That's because these beings didn't write words down on a flat piece of paper like us. We write in only one dimension. They lived in four dimensions, and so you have to move the tablets in order to read them. It's not in code. The code is in how you move the tablets to read them."

  Father Mulcahy looked perplexed. "So how do you know how to move the tablets?"

  "Each surface of these tablets is one dimension. To use them, they have to be moved as one might move through four dimensions. The words on each surface are only a part of the sentence. You have to take a word from one side of one tablet, and then move to the surface of the next tablet and so on to make a sentence." Ben tried to replicate the movements. "Near as I can tell, and according to what I have begun to understand from these tablets, the beings who wrote this are the ones the Bible called angels."

  Father Mulcahy, disconcerted, asked, "So you are saying we have angel tablets?"

  "Well, I guess so," Ben had replied.

  "You cannot talk with anyone about this," Father Mulcahy had said firmly. "I will have to contact the pope directly with the information. If it should be learned that we hold actual tablets written by angels, this could cause unthinkable chaos."

  "What it means," Ben had replied as he carefully touched the triangular tablet on his desk, "is that the Enoch were angels."

  As Ben left behind the gates of the monastery and the title of 'Brother' for the last time and climbed into the cab that would take him to the airport, the burdens of sadness and knowledge he bore welled up. Finally, he shed tears for mankind. The taxi driver stopped staring at Ben in the rear view mirror, deciding a chat wouldn't be appreciated, and instead focused on driving Ben to the city.

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  Dart speaks to Reader:

  Yes, I thought you would be curious. I will explain the history behind what Brother Ben found in those triangular tablets. He did not know the half of it.

  The people who created the tablets were called Enoch, also known as the First Ones. We've talked about them before. They were descendants of humans who lived on the plains of Africa about a million years ago and were genetically modified by the Grays for use as servants but escaped.

  It was the Enoch who built an empire nearly 700,000 years ago. Of course, their creations were ground under the glaciers of ice ages, lost forever to the later human explorers, but were more advanced than anyone before our own time could have imagined. However, they created three huge mega structures which survived. One was in Egypt, buried deep beneath the Sphinx and the shifting sands. The second was in Britain, buried under Stonehenge. The last was buried under the city of Dhuusamareeb, Somalia. This last site had no magnificent surface structure to pinpoint its location, but for anyone who cared to look, the outline could be found on maps. Under a great rectangular sand clearing, just to the east of the city and easily seen from the air, was the entrance to that lost complex.

  The Mahouds? Yes, Reader, the Mahouds were a breakaway group from the First ones which settled Atlantis and eventually, using antigravity devices, went into space and found Alcazaba. They were technologically very advanced, but they never became four-dimensional, like the rest of the First Ones.

  In the strange triangular tablets that Ben spoke of, the First Ones told stories of their encounters with the Grays, alien beings with immense power and intelligence. The First Ones had progressed through the Stone, Iron, Industrial, and Technological Ages, and were in the Energy Age when they came into contact with the Grays again. The Age of Energy was a point in their development where the corporeal form, in which living had meant being trapped forever inside the walls of their three cities, gave way to existence as a type of energy.

  The First Ones were then able to manifest themselves in whatever form they chose. If they wanted to appear as human, they could bend light to create a pleasing form. If they chose to reveal themselves as dogs, they would bend light to be that form, or they could travel the world undetected. They had achieved this ability thanks in part to the genetic manipulation of the Grays, who had encoded hominid
DNA that in the twenty-first century was referred to as junk DNA. They simply outgrew their bodily forms, because intellectually they had expanded well beyond the necessity for such physical support. Their intelligence would be forever contained in their three cities as ghosts, but their technology allowed them to travel anywhere physically as light.

  Ben, you see, had discovered the existence of the first fourth-dimensional beings, human beings that now existed at all points of time and space.

  Those triangular metal tablets provided evidence, for the first time, that a type of science predated religion, and that religion had used this science when a certain pope sanctioned it.

  Deep in the heartland of modern Turkey lay the remains of a complex called Gobekli Tepe. The church had this dug up in 1725 CE and reactivated in order to speak with God. The response they got was less then desirable, but Ben knew nothing of this, only that the church was aware of the Enochs' work. Father Mulcahy knew of the church's work, and knew of the results of using the ancient machine to speak with God.

  Father Mulcahy had heard about the church team which stopped the exploration of Gobekli Tepe in the 1960s and he was one of only a few church scientists who read the accounts of Pope Clement XI's actions. He knew of the alien who had been contacted that fall morning in 1725, knew that the pope had spoken to the alien and, when the conversation ended, gave the order to bury the temple. He knew that the pope had described the God he met as a cold, calculating, reptilian beast, not a loving God. Pope Clement XI went mad shortly thereafter.

  A fitting end, you say? Well, perhaps. Perhaps not. But certainly not surprising.

  We could talk more on that subject, but it's time I told you about the war. We don't have a lot of time. But now, at least, you can easily understand humanity's clash with space and extraterrestrials.

  Even better, Charger is about to join the military and start causing things to happen.

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