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Chapter 1
Professor James
Flanagan and his wife Patricia entered the lecture hall at the
Brooklyn College where the sometimes controversial Doctor Timothy
Gear was scheduled to speak. The topic for this evening was Ancient
Alien Astronauts and Their Influence on Human History. Though he was
not thrilled with the subject, Professor Flanagan had reluctantly
agreed to accompany his wife and promised to keep an open mind.
Jim Flanagan was a
Professor of Archeology at the Brooklyn College. He was a six-foot
tall, forty-one year old, who was quite comfortable with his
intellectual lifestyle. He jogged three times a week and tried to
watch his calories. Set in his ways, he disdained outside
interference into his narrow academic world. As an archaeologist,
his work had taken him around the globe. During his journeys, he had
often heard stories of ancient gods from outer space, but he has
always dismissed such tales as just that, stories and legend.
Nevertheless, in recent years, Jim had recognized a pattern of
similarities in many of these myths. No matter what continent he has
visited, the reports of ancient astronauts were always present, but
as a man of science, he could not give them credence. After all, he
had worked hard to gain his teaching position, and he was not about
to throw it away on some off the wall belief in ancient legends.
Jim paused to look
around the auditorium, hoping none of his colleagues had decided to
attend this evening’s lecture. “Whew, looks like I’m in the clear,”
he said under his breath.
Pat shot Jim an angry
look. “Would you stop your complaining? We’re here, and we’re going
to enjoy ourselves, so put your ego to bed and find us a good seat.”
Realizing he had
stuck his foot in his mouth, Jim nodded and scanned the auditorium
for two empty seats, preferably near the rear exit.
“Come on, Jim. This
isn’t going to hurt.”
At age forty,
Patricia Flanagan was a medical doctor with a lucrative private
practice, but her recent pursuits in archeology has set her life on
a new path. She had traveled with Jim on several of his
archaeological adventures and has fallen head over heels in love
with the distant past, so much so, that for the last three years,
she had been actively pursuing a second degree in archeology.
Jim led Pat toward
two empty seats near an exit in an upper corner of the auditorium.
“I can't believe I'm actually going to attend a seminar on alien
astronauts. I’m a Professor of Archeology, and I teach at this
college,” he groused. “Believe me; I'm only doing this for you.”
“I know you are, but
you should recognize that I'm truly interested in Doctor Gear’s
work. I've read his book on Ancient Origins, and I find much of what
he's written to be very interesting. So, I propose that we listen to
what the man has to say before passing judgment.”
“Ok, but you owe me.”
Jim paused near the two empty seats. “Ladies, first.”
The auditorium was
nearly full when Doctor Gear took the podium.
“Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen. I am Doctor Timothy Gear, and I would like to thank
each of you for attending this conference. Much of what I'm going to
present to you this evening will fly in the face of current
teachings of evolution, archeology, and religion. However, if you
keep an open mind, I believe you can leave here with an enlightened
point of view concerning the origins of the ancient world.”
Doctor Gear began his
lecture with references to ancient cuneiform writings concerning the
mythical gods of early human history. As the evening wore on, he
quoted from many ancient texts and referred to a host of legendary
facts. Much of the text that he quoted was from ancient Sumerian
clay tablets. He claimed that some 250,000 years ago, astronauts
from another planet came to Earth and set themselves up as gods and
enslaved much of humanity. He presented a host of photos depicting
ancient temples and carvings of alleged spacecraft, but Jim was
unimpressed.
During the
intermission, Jim made a vain attempt at diplomacy while voicing his
skepticism, but Pat gave him one of those looks that quickly shut
him up.
“Would you please
keep an open mind? Isn’t that what a scientist is supposed to
do?” she asked, none to kindly.
Jim realized his
haughty attitude was about to ruin the evening for Pat. He
sheepishly bowed his head. “I'm sorry. I mean it. I promise, I won't
say another foolish word. Actually, I'm going to consider this a
learning experience… Honest.”
Pat took Jim by his
right arm and gently squeezed. “I'm not saying for you not to talk.
You don't even have to agree, but don't ruin this for me.”
Jim let out a long
sigh and nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I'm sorry, and I
promise, I'll be good.”
Pat gave him a gentle
hug, and they moved toward the hallway for free coffee and
doughnuts. “Thank you,” she said softly.
Jim decided to put
his own insecurities aside and enjoy this time together. After all,
this evening was important to Pat, and he would pay dearly if she
felt that he sabotaged their outing.
“Not to change the
subject, but the trip to Mammoth Cave has been confirmed. I tried to
get it postponed but no dice. Tom and I will have to fly out there
in the morning. We’re going to have to be at the airport around 5:30
a.m., and wouldn’t you know it, there's a low-pressure system coming
in. You know how I hate to fly in bad weather. I may be instrument
rated, but heavy weather is not for me. I figure we need to take off
no later than 6:00 a.m. if we want to avoid any of the nasty stuff.
That means you’ll have to get up around 4:30 to drive me to the
airport. Tom says he’ll swing by the University to pick up the
equipment and meet us at the airport.”
“Oh, Jim, you know
how I like to sleep in on the weekends. Couldn't you drive yourself
to the airport?”
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