In the Beginning: Mars Origin "I" Series Book I (24 page)

“Dinosaurs? Okay, dinosaurs.” I lowered my
eyes and thought for a moment. Mase took a big bite out of his sandwich.

“Per the manuscripts, they created the
dinosaurs.”

“They
made
them? That’s kind of
hard to believe.”

“No harder, I would think, than believing
they evolved from the same single-celled organism that every other animal came
from too.” He nodded, reluctantly it seemed. “Then when they grew tired of them
they killed them off.”

“How?”

“You know that dinosaurs became extinct
about sixty-five million years ago, right?” He nodded. “And many scientist
believe that their extinction was all at once. That some catastrophe befell the
Earth and wiped them all out at the same time. Most popular theory being a
meteorite hit.”

“A meteorite came down and hit them,
killing them all? That doesn’t make sense.”

“No, Mase. Listen.” I chuckled. “The
meteorite didn’t hit
them
. It hit the
Earth
. One meteorite
hitting them couldn’t have killed them all because they lived all over the
planet.”

“Well, who knows what might happen in this
sci-fi yarn you’re weaving.”

“It’s not a yarn.”

“Keep going. No wait. If it hit the Earth
then why did only the dinosaurs become extinct?”

“You gonna let me tell the story?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Go ahead.” He opened up the
second paper towel and pushed his mouth down over more than a fourth of the
sandwich.

“Did you bring one of those sandwiches for
me?”

He reached out his hand offering one that
was still wrapped. “You want one?” Pushing the food over into his cheek and
muffling his words.

I shook my head. He seemed to be enjoying
them and I definitely had been feeding him lately.

“So,” I continued, “there is overwhelming
evidence that a meteorite, about six miles wide and traveling thousands of
miles an hour, slammed into the Gulf of Mexico.”

“That’s in your manuscripts?”

“Listen, this is real life. This is what
some scientists think.”

“Oh, okay.”

 “When the meteorite hit,” I raised my
hand and slammed it against the arm of the chair, “huge amounts of dust and
earth were thrown up into the atmosphere.” I waved my arms. “It would have
blanketed the Earth, blocking out the sun. No sun, no plant growth, no food for
any animal that fed off of them.”

“So they starved to death?” He asked before
gulping down the last of the orange juice in his glass. I reached over while I
was talking and poured a glass of juice for me. Figured I better grab some
before he emptied the entire gallon.

“That’s what could have happened, or it
could have done something else . . .”

“What?”

“Wait.”

“Okay.”

According to the manuscripts, the
inhabitants of Mars got rid of the dinosaurs. And, not by a meteorite. They’d
let them roam around for millions of years and then it came time for them to
go. So they killed them off. All at once - - with a virus.

 “So, no meteorite? Our scientists were
wrong?”

“No.”

“You just said they killed the dinosaurs
with a virus.”

“Yeah, that’s how the dinosaurs met their
demise. But, and here’s how the manuscripts help put pieces of the puzzle of
ancient mysteries together, in the place where the meteorite supposedly hit -”

“The Gulf of Mexico.”

“Right. The Gulf of Mexico. There was
found a lot of iridium. Iridium is not really found on Earth, but it is present
on Mars.”

“So, the stuff found around the meteorite
is the same stuff found on Mars?”

“Yes. And, the manuscript said they
fashioned the meteorite from elements they had there and then hurled it at the
Earth.”

He looked at me out the side of his eyes.
“The manuscript said ‘iridium?’”

“No, Mase,” I said. “You think you’re
going to catch me, don’t you? Of course it didn’t say iridium. We named it
that.”

“So, the Martians -”

“Not Martians.”

“Okay, so our ancestors hurled a huge rock
at us. Not to kill the dinosaurs, but to do what?

“To change the climate.” I took a sip of
my juice.

“How does that answer ancient mysteries?”

“We have always wondered how we had things
like sudden global ice coverage.”

“Ice age.”

“Right. Like how did the Earth freeze so
quickly that a woolly mammoth could be frozen whole while it was still eating a
flower?”

“Did that really happen?”

“Yeah.”

“On Earth?”

“Yes.”

“Nobody down here can figure out why?” I
shook my head. “And the manuscripts say the Martians – I mean our ancestors did
it?”

“Yep. So take for instance Greenland and
Siberia.”

“What about them?”

“They’re polar opposites.”

“What does that mean?”

“If you started in Greenland and dug
straight across through the Earth you would end up in Siberia.”

“Okay.”

“That also means they are the same
distance from the North Pole. Yet, Greenland is like eighty percent covered in
ice. Siberia has no ice. It’s cold and has lots of snow, but no ice. So why if
they’re the same distance from the pole don’t they have the same topography?”

“The Martians?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, the Martians.” They did
all kinds of experiments on people, on the land. They just had their way with
this planet.”

“Sounds unethical.”

“Really? Because it’s what we do now. We
do climate change experiments; we do human experiments like infect people with
deadly diseases, chemicals, and radiation and do surgical procedures on them.
At least our ancestors on Mars did it on another planet.”

 “Okay, tell me about the cavemen. That
was an experiment, right?” Mase brushed the crumbs from his sandwich into one
of the napkins, folded it up so they wouldn’t fall out on the floor.

“Not caveman, the Neanderthal.”

“Right. You want any more of this juice?”

“No, Mase, you drink it.”

“Okay, now go ahead.” He poured some juice
and put his feet up on the ottoman.

“So, you’ve seen that chart that has the
monkey evolving into man? He nodded. “Well, recently, DNA has proven that man
couldn’t have evolved from the Neanderthal. They were two separate species.
They don’t fit into that chart.”

“We couldn’t have evolved from monkeys?”

“No. We couldn’t have evolved from the
Neanderthal. Evolution from monkeys is still possible because we share common
DNA.”

“You don’t believe that do you? That we
evolved from monkeys?”

“No, Greg. I don’t.”

Mase laughed. “You silly. Don’t call me
‘Greg.’ Bet you couldn’t have sat and talked to him this long without pulling
your hair out.”

I chuckled. He was right about that.

“Anyway,
Mase
, the manuscript said
they created the Neanderthal – and before you say it, they didn’t write that
word either.” Mase chuckled. “They said that they, acting as God, made their
own man and put him on the third planet – ‘
We placed our crude imitation of
man on the third planet. We watched and observed. We were never to get it quite
right though, the creatures did not develop as we hoped. They were incapable of
speech, or a brain that could support or comprehend the knowledge we possessed.
Truly our first attempts were more animal-like than human, but, in our eyes we
had triumphed
.’”

“Is that what the manuscript said?”

“Yep.”

“Verbatim?”

“Verbatim.”

“You probably could recite the whole
translation to me from memory, couldn’t you?”

“Sure could.” I smiled.

“So, they didn’t just clone themselves?”

“It doesn’t appear that they did.”

“That’s why the Neanderthal is not
genetically related to man?”

“Yep, they made him from scratch, sorta
speak.”

“Is that what modern scientists think?”

“That the people on Mars created the
Neanderthal? No.” I laughed. “I don’t know what they think, but I’m sure they
don’t think that. All they know is that the Neanderthal and man ‘evolved’ or
came into being, however you want to say it, separately. And at some point they
mated.”

“We mated with the Neanderthal? Yuck.” He
frowned up his face. Do the manuscripts say that, too?”

 “Yep.” 

“Another piece to the puzzle?”

“Well, in a way. Scientists up until now,
1998, don’t know that humans mated with the Neanderthal.”

“They don’t?” I nodded. “Oh, but you do?”
I nodded again.

“We visited our man over the centuries. We
were proud of them as if they were our children. Interference was forbidden,
yet, some of those who were Watchers became more than observers. Staining our
bloodline forever,”
I quoted.

“I’m not so sure about that one, Justin.”

“Just wait, you’ll see. With the advances
in DNA today, it’ll only be a matter of time before they find that out.”

“What else?” He wiggled down into the
chair, pulled the square accent pillow from behind his back and held it in his
arms.

“Ah, you’re liking this, huh?”

“I’m just trying to keep you busy until
the man in the white suit gets here.”

I threw my pillow at him. “You’re not
funny.”

“Ah, baby, you know I’m just kidding.”

“You believe me?”

“Not yet,” he said with a sly grin. “Tell
me more. What about Area 51?”

“There is no Area 51.”

“Well, that’s the secret. And now that we,
well me and you, know that there were aliens then maybe there really is an Area
51.”

“Mase, Area 51 couldn’t house aliens
because humans were the ones that came from outer space. And the spaceships
that brought them here left more than 200,000 years ago.”

“Oh.”

“How about I tell you why ninety percent
of the animals on Madagascar are only indigenous to that island? Or how the
stones were cut with such precision at the Cambay ruins? Or, I could tell you
about the lost continent of Atlantis.”

CHAPTER
FIFTY-FOUR

“Atlantis?” I could see a sparkle in his
eye. “The manuscripts . . . That’s . . . That’s in the manuscripts? Atlantis?”

I nodded.

“There really was an Atlantis?”

“Uh huh.” I said playfully.

“Oh, yeah. Tell me about Atlantis.”

“Nope.”

“No?”

“No. I’ma tell you about the Indians
instead.”

“Oh, yeah. I did say we’d come back to
that one. But you are going to tell me the rest of the stuff, too, right?”

“Yep. Eventually.”

“So, finish telling me about the new
inhabitants of Earth.”

“In the manuscript it says that the people
allowed to come to the new earth would be of one kind. That
difference
breeds hatred
. Remember I told you that was in Dr. Yeoman’s journal?”

“I remember.”

“’So, they played with Earth - - excuse
me, I won’t say words that’s not in the manuscript,
the third planet
,
they played with the third planet for millions of years. Conducting scientific
experiments like creating the dinosaurs, and people and even vegetation and
atmospheric changes. But something happened on their planet,
the fourth planet
.”

“Yeah, yeah, you said that already, some
kind of nuclear activity, killing most of the people and making their planet
inhabitable. Keep going.”

“My, aren’t we impatient,” I said.
“Anywho, while living underground they decided to move to this planet. But they
decided to only send one race of people and no technology,” I nodded at Mase to
let him know that I realized I was repeating myself, “but that plan was
sabotaged.”

“What happened?” Mase sat up and leaned
forward.

“The one race was to populate the entire
planet. They were taken from among the other underground inhabitants and for
years allowed to populate and develop without any technology or education. Each
generation becoming less and less savvy, and less and less intelligent. The
remaining population had no idea of the separated group and still lived as they
had before moving underground. The plan was to ship the one race to the new
planet, and then board and launch everyone else out into space to suffer their
fate, and leaving little evidence on the planet of their life.”

A faint laugh slipped from his throat.
“They placed Indians all over the planet and that was supposed to be the end of
it?"

  “Yep. But the plan to leave everyone
else was discovered. Sabotage ensued. The other races took spaceships and came
to Earth, too. I’m thinking they landed somewhere around Africa.”

 “Do the manuscripts say that they landed
in Africa?”

“No.” I looked at him for a minute,
waiting for his comment.

“So, that’s why we have different races?
Because others from Mars came?” I nodded. “Go on,” he said.

“And that’s the reason that when
explorations from the Western World, a world of many races, “discovered” new
lands, they were already inhabited -”

“With Indians.” He finished my sentence.

I chuckled. “Yep, with Indians.”

“So the similarities in language, art,
beliefs among people thousands of miles apart are because they all once shared
a common history and technology on Mars?”

“Yeah. And sometimes they lived on this
planet. To run their experiments. To watch their creations. To learn more about
how to move to this planet. They experimented leaving the Indians on the
planet. That’s how entire peoples, like the Incas, the Olmec and the Minoans
disappeared suddenly. They went back to Mars.

“This is unbelievable.” Mase sat back in
the chair. He stared out into space as if he was putting all of this together.
I think, despite his comment, he finally believed me. He finally believed that
Man came from Mars.

I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes
momentarily and opened them again. I glanced over at Mase and thought,
here
I sit, recreating the beginning of man’s origins on this planet with my
husband, in my study, at my house, in Cleveland, Ohio
.