Irrefutable Proof: Mars Origin "I" Series Book II (12 page)

Chapter Twenty

Baltimore
, Maryland

September, 2011

Addie
came up the stairs from the basement with a basket of clothes she had pulled
from the dryer. Zeus was lying on his rug in the kitchen and looked up at her.
“Whew. It’s getting harder and harder for me to pull those steps, Zeus. Mommy is
getting old.”

She
dropped the laundry basket at the bottom of the steps to the second floor. I’ll
take those up later,” she said, still puffing she headed back into the kitchen.

“Zeus.
Did you get Mommy’s coffee ready while I did the laundry?” Zeus, whimpered and
looked toward the empty coffee maker. “Never mind. I’ll do it myself.”

Addie,
oversized but firm, had a bad addiction to coffee and books. She was
light-skinned, had thick black wavy hair and dark thick eyelashes. She wore her
hair the same every day – in a braided ponytail at the back of her head. And, she
practically wore the same outfit every day - a sweat suit. Stretched knit with
a hoodie. At least they were in girl’s colors - - pink, light blue, green. If
not that, a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, and she was always in a pair of
tennis shoes.

She
owned a small, brick townhouse. Two bedrooms, one where she slept, and the
other filled with her books. Hers was an end unit, which gave the house more
windows - on three walls instead of just in the front and back. She liked that
it filled her home with more natural light. Her kitchen was bright with white
café curtains at the window over the sink. She had never been married, too
headstrong for that, and Zeus was the only “baby” she needed or wanted. Putting
on a pot of coffee, she headed into the living room, picked up the remote off
the end table and clicked on the TV. Flipping through the channels, she stopped
when she saw people running wildly from a building in what looked like ancient Rome
or Egypt. It showed their faces streaked with sweat, looking as if their skin
had been scorched. She turned the volume up.

“The Library at Alexandria was one of the largest and most
significant libraries of the ancient world. Constructed in the 3
^rd
century BC, it housed an unknown number of scrolls at any one given time,
giving an incalculable worth to the value of the library.” Addie pressed the
Info button on the remote. It told her that this was an episode of the History
Channel’s Ancient Mysteries. This was one of her favorite shows. This episode was
the one on the Lost Treasures of the Library at Alexandria.

“Oh good,” she said as she pushed her feet up on the couch and
adjusted the pillows. “I haven’t seen this one.” Zeus scampered around the
corner from the kitchen into the living room and jumped on the couch. “Oh. You
haven’t seen this one either? Well let’s watch while we wait on the coffee.”
She picked Zeus up and put him in her lap.

“The scrolls were borrowed by scribes from all over the world,”
the narrator continued. “Copied and then returned. Almost as well-known as its
collections of works, lecture halls, meeting rooms, and gardens was the
destruction of the Library.”

“Surrounded in mystery, the library is famous for having been set
afire and burned, and with the tumbling of the walls came the loss of innumerable
scrolls and books. Ancient sources differ on the cause of the fire and when it
occurred, but the mythology of
the
burning
of the Library at Alexandria became famous. Most believe that the fire was set by Julius Caesar between 42
and 48 AD. Whoever the culprit, the loss of the Library has become a symbol of
the destruction of cultural knowledge.”

The doorbell rang. “Who could that be?” Addie asked Zeus as he
jumped off the couch and followed her to the front door.

She stood on her toes and leaned against the door to peek out
of the small square window near the top of the door. “Looks like a delivery.”
Zeus started barking and jumping up in the air, all four paws off the ground.
“Hush up, boy. I got this.”

Addie pulled open the front door and found the UPS man with a
large brown box.

“A lot of barking for such a little thing,” he said peering
down at the little Maltese. “I thought I might have to run for the truck.”

“She’s tiny, but she’s fearless.”

He chuckled. “I have a delivery for Addison Hughes.”

“That’s me.”

“Sign your name here.”

Addie reached for the small electronic pad he offered and
scrawled her name across the screen, while the UPS guy picked up the package
off the small cement step at her front door.

“Be careful. It’s heavy,” he said handing it over to her.

“I got it.” She placed the pad on top of the box and took hold
of the bottom of it lifting it out of the UPS guy’s hand. He reached on top of
the box, got the electronic pad and stepped back to watch her.

“You got it? You sure?”

“Yep,” she said, stepping inside the house and closing the
door with her foot.

“Look what we got, Zeus. A big ‘ole heavy box. Must be
something good.”

Setting the box on the coffee table, she noted the mailing
label. “Ha! It is from MW Publishing, Cincinnati, Ohio.” She smiled down at
Zeus. “It only took six weeks, but it looks like we got us some books!”

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Cincinnati
, Ohio

1034
Jackson St.
, Lincoln
Heights

October 19,
2011

The
blaze ripped through the tiny publishing house. A blast ripped out the front
windows on the first and second floors of the small bungalow-framed structure.
The smoke that filled the air was thick and heavy, mixed with the mist of the
water from the fire hoses it swirled up into the darkening sky.

The
fire set in the warehouse garage probably wouldn’t have done much damage if it
wasn’t for the flammable ink. The ink, a mixture containing petroleum oil, and the
fountain solution used for the printers were kept in a shed close to the back
entrance where the fire had been started, both were highly flammable.

The
area was aglow, bathed in the red and white lights flashing from the ambulances
and police cars. Firefighters walked around with smut smeared across their faces,
their skin hot from the fire. Breathing hard, sweat beaded across their faces,
the firemen could be seen ripping off their helmets, gasping, desperately
trying to suck in some of the oxygen offered by the paramedics between coughs. Undaunted,
after a brief interlude in the less dense air, the firefighters returned, getting
lost in the smoke, trying again to push back the flames.

The
blaze, still an inferno two hours after the 911 call, was the backdrop to a
buzz of activity. Vans from radio and television stations dotted the corners
and down adjacent streets, which were filled with people. The neighbors, standing
behind the barriers, watched in horror as a little part of their community’s
history burned away.

One
of the TV stations found a woman, covered in soot, standing in with the others
in the crowd.

“Hey.
Excuse me, ma’am. Ma’am can you hear me?” A reporter, pulling his cameraman
with him, approached her trying to talk to her.

Her
chestnut colored hair was wet, and had separated into ringlets that clung to
the side of her face. Her black mascara running down her face made her blank,
blue eyes appear as if there was no life force behind them. She was wet like
she had been splashed by the spray of water from the fire hoses, and it was
difficult to tell whether it was tears or the water from the hose that had
streaked her face.

“Are
you alright? Ma’am, were you out here when the explosion happened?”

“She
looks like she’s in shock,” the cameraman said to the reporter, peering around
his big, chunky recorder.

“I
want to talk to her,” the reporter said. “See if she knows anything. I heard
one of the firemen say it was arson.”

“Maybe
we ought to get her to one of those ambulances out front. Don’t you think? How
did she even get over here?”

“No.
I don’t think so,” the reporter said. Now keep the camera rolling until I can
see if I can get her to talk to me.”

The
reporter put his arm around her, trying to comfort her. “Are you okay?” he
asked again.

“I
was supposed to be in there,” she said. She looked down at herself, and then
stared at her hands that she held out in front of her. She vacantly looked over
at the reporter. “I came out to catch the UPS guy because I forgot to give him
one of the packages . . . I would have been killed,” she said, glancing over
toward what was left of the publishing house. “If I hadn’t of followed him down
the street, I would be dead right now, too. Just like everyone in there. All
those people, gone. All the books, gone. Oh my God. I would have been dead.”

“You’re
safe now,” the reporter said, pulling her closer to him. “What’s your name?”

“Kate
Gianopoulos.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Baltimore
, Maryland

Addie
paced the room, Zeus at her feet, reading parts of
The Dead Sea Fish
by
J.E. Dickerson out loud.

 “Zeus.
Listen to this. ‘Ancient drawings found at a temple in Turkey
show the same symbols as on the ground in the plains in Nazca, Peru.
They were a unifying symbol, one of direction for later travelers to find and
lead them to their people on Earth. They were signals to alert those that had
not been allowed to come to Earth. This temple,’ she writes called ‘Gobble –
Gobell . . .Göbekli,’ I guess it’s pronounced, ‘Göbekli Tepe was built
somewhere around 10,000 BC. . . .’”

Addie
began to read silently, her lips moving as her eyes scrambled across the page. “‘And,
this area,’ she writes,” Addie started reading out loud again. “’Was probably
the Garden of Eden.’”

Zeus
cocked his head and looked at her. “Yeah, I know. I don’t believe that either.”

“But,
Zeus, she gives proof. Listen. ‘The four headwaters, the Euphrates River, the
Gihon River, the Pishon River, and the Hiddekel, or Tigris River, two of which
no longer exist, are those described in the Bible that flow from the Garden of
Eden.’ And, she writes that ‘These are the same rivers that flowed from Göbekli
Tepe.’”

Addie
heard the doorbell ring, “Oh shoot, Zeus, who is that interrupting us?” Zeus
hopped down the stairs after Addie, and they both found Rennie waiting at the front
door.

“C’mon
up. I was in my bedroom reading,” Addie said as she headed up the steps.

“What’cha
reading?”

Addie
looked over her shoulder at Rennie coming up behind her. “You have to ask?”

Rennie
laughed. “I guess not.”

Entering
Addie’s bedroom, Rennie sat on the bed. Addie picked up the book and started
reading it again silently as she plopped down on a nearby chair.

“What
are all those different colored things sticking out of the pages of the book?”

“Sticky
notes,” Addie said, not looking up from her book.

“You
sure do have a lot of them. Should I come up with some discussion questions?”
She chuckled at her own joke.

“Haha,”
Addie mocked. Maybe so.  I need help figuring this thing out. I need to talk it
over with someone.”

“What
you got? Maybe I can help.”

Addie
eyed her. “Why you care what I got?”

“Just
tell me.”

“I
gave you a book. You didn’t read it?”

“Maybe,
maybe not,” she said, titling her head from side to side as she spoke the
words. I’m just wondering what you think.”

“What
I think? I think this stuff is really crazy. She talks about knowing where
Atlantis is and the Garden of Eden.”

“Really.
And how would she know that?”

“She
figured it out from the manuscripts. She’s smart. I mean like the stuff she
deduces. You know, she has the words of the manuscript and then she writes what
it really means in today’s terms.”

“Oh,
like what people do with Nostradamus’ quatrains?”

“How
you mean?”

“You
know. Like what he wrote, the prophecies. People now relate them to an event
that happened later, saying his writings from the 1500s foretold of them.”

“She’s
an archaeologist. ‘The re-creator of history.’ That’s her profession.”

Rennie
just looked at her. “Go on.”

“Anyway,
she interpreted the manuscripts -”

“Where
did the manuscripts come from, anyway?” Rennie interrupted. “Mars?”

“According
to the book, this book, she’s not really sure if they were actually written on
Mars or once they got here to Earth. She notes that the Essenes were considered
‘the keeper of secrets’ and that she reasons that they are the ones that
rewrote them, putting in the different languages to encode them.

“She
talks about this one world government they had. The Elect, who ran everything,
but we know about them. How they had eliminated disease, and that’s why the
Indians had been so susceptible to diseases when the Europeans first found
them. And how they -”

“How
did the Europeans have these diseases?” Rennie interrupted. “They came from
Mars, too.”

“She’s
got the answer to that. People on Mars were free from disease, too, at first.
With their technology they had been able to eradicate diseases. From what she
got from the manuscripts, they, meaning the Europeans, I guess we should call
them the Saboteurs. So the Saboteurs, once they got here, kept up with
experimentation and things like they had done before moving here. They were experimenting
on people, in biology, on the land - the soil, I mean, and stuff like that. She
writes that they created diseases. She even figured out where their “laboratory,”
as she called it, was located.”

“Where?”
Rennie asked.

“Madagascar.”

“Like
the cartoon movie?”

“It’s
a real place. I looked it up, and guess what else about it?” Rennie didn’t
answer, she just raised her eyebrows. “At least ninety percent. You here me?
Ninety percent.”

“Yeah,
yeah. Ninety percent.”

“Ninety
percent,” Addie said with a nod, “of all the plant and animal species found on
that island are not found anywhere else in the world.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,
I know. Because whenever any explorer or conqueror went to new lands and found
things they’d never seen before, they’d always brought it back home when they
left. That’s how coffee got to Columbia, potatoes got to Ireland,
and pineapples to Hawaii. It’s called the Columbian Exchange. But for some
reason, the animals and plants of Madagascar stayed put.”

“Wow.”
Rennie’s eyes showed her amazement.

“Yeah,
you keep saying that. Just keep quiet and listen.”

“So
the saboteurs created these diseases, maybe found cures for some, certainly
built up antibodies to others, all on Madagascar, but the Indians had never
been exposed.”

“So
smallpox was a disease created by the saboteurs?” Rennie asked.

“Yep.
She also wrote that those Indians missed home, and they weren’t as completely
regressed as the Elect had hoped. She said in the book that that’s the reason
Indians in North America and Africa built mounds. You’ve seen pictures.” Rennie
nodded. “Some scientists believed they were used for burial. She hypothesizes-
”

“Hypothesizes?
Hmmm. Big word.”

“Shh!
She hypothesizes that they actually missed living underground and that these
mounds, as well as the underground tunnels in South America, were reminiscent
of the underground living quarters they had on Mars after the nuclear accident.
It reminded them of home. So they wanted to be still underground. And don’t say
‘wow’.” Addie pointed her finger at Rennie.

“She
also believes, get this, Rennie, that they left proof of their abilities, the
advanced knowledge of science, medicine, astronomy, architecture, everything,
here on Earth for us to find.”

“We’ve
already found evidence of it,” Rennie said. “The pyramids, cave drawings . . .
And South America is full of Pre-Columbian architecture that shouldn’t have been
impossible for people of that time to build.”

“How
do you know that stuff?” Addie narrowed her eyes and looked at Rennie. “Anyway,
not evidence that they
could
do it. Evidence of
how
they did it. Evidence
we could replicate today. Even the ability to travel through space.”

“Wow.”

Addie
rolled her eyes at Rennie.

“And
then she says that everybody . . . everyone but a few, now that’s key don’t
forget that part, were later regressed again. Somehow, there was some kind of global
destruction of knowledge, here on Earth. After they moved. That’s why man took
years to figure stuff out again. And she thinks it happened twice. It happened
the first time after the great knowledge possessed by like the Egyptians and
Mayans, then it happened again and brought on the period we call the Dark Ages.

“Now
before the first loss of knowledge, somehow people knew things like where the
pineal gland is located. Things that are hard to figure out. Where Venus is in
the sky. And stuff like that, you know what I mean.” Rennie nodded. “How our
ancient ancestors were able to do brain surgery. How they made steam engines,
helicopters, and batteries.”

 “Yeah,
I know about it, but how did they cause this loss of knowledge?”

“I
don’t know. But not everyone was affected by this loss of knowledge. That’s how
she believes that some people came up with ideas that were way ahead of their
time. People like Da Vinci. Galileo.”

“Because
they remembered the knowledge from Mars that they were supposed to have forgotten?”
Rennie asked.

“Yep.
Or either was around someone that remembered and taught them what they knew.
Maybe some of those kinds of people are still around.”

“Were
there people still on Mars? Maybe they did it.”

“Don’t
know. She said that was one of the things she would find proof about.”

 “I
wonder what they called it when they lived there.”

“That’s
a good question.” Addie pulled out the colored sticky notes and wrote it down.
“Hey, maybe we come up with a name.”

“Yeah,
like Marcrutians!” Rennie said. Addie closed her eyes and shook her head.