Excerpt

EGYPT 1425 BC.

Women, old beyond their years, were washing clothes along the Nile. Their parched and weathered skin portrayed a life of hardship and deprivation. For centuries, their matriarchs brought laundry to this same river bank. These women once romped along the water’s edge themselves, as they witnessed their mother and grandmother toil to restore cleanliness.

A baby was crying, unsatisfied at his mother’s breast. It was as though the infant sensed a foreboding, something ominous the others could not perceive.

Abdul Ani became so quiet, his wife had to lean closer to her husband in order to listen. “I hear voices. They breathe words voicelessly into my head as though they were revealing secrets, without sound.”

“Who are ‘they?” His wife prompted.

“They? . . . The Whisperers!”


U.S.A. 2010

At forty thousand feet, the air is cold, the atmosphere is thin. Somehow the problems of the world seem so small as one looks down on the earth so far below. This kind of separation from the problems of the physical realm seem to bring truth and clarity to your mind.

The human mind is the center of thought and behavior, but that is but the beginning of revelation. The way to Infinity is through the storm’s eye, the window and doorway to your soul and beyond.

The truth does not lay beyond the stars, but within. You do not reach out for life. The universal vibrating strands of energy spring forth from the dimensions within and spread throughout the universe. The truth is not measured in visual height, but spiritual width and depth.

The spiritual realm of seven dimensions was created perfect and is eternal and unchanging. The physical realm of three dimensions is in a state of flux and seems to be in confusion at it’s very core.

The dividing line between the two realms is called TIME, the fourth dimension.

“In the eye of the storm, you will find peace”,


Roswell, New Mexico 2010

Ed Wood was showing the guard at the front gate, his ID badge, “One would think as long as I have been coming through this gate, we could dismiss with all our formalities and searches.”

“Sorry Sir. May I take a look in the trunk? Orders, you understand.”

Ed got out of his car and walked around the back, slipped his key in and popped open his trunk, without a word. The security man knew that Mr. Wood did it under protest, but the guard said “Thank you Sir. Have a nice day”.

Wood drove past a field of large satellite dishes that were connected as an array. The radio telescopes send their signals 24/7, into a bank of computers within the building where it seemed he had spent half of his uneventful life. His wife told him in anger on more than one occasion, “You listen to nothing from outer-space, more than you listen to me. All you ever want to talk about is, discovering life beyond the stars. I want my life here and now!”

He tried to defuse the situation one time by saying lightly to his wife, “Well, they pay me to listen to outer-space, not to listen to you.” She was not amused, Ed Wood thought as he parked his car in the slot marked “Dr. Wood, PHD”.


GERMANY 1941

Hans did not care about all the politics. He wanted to experience the world of his studies. He desired to see the ancient pyramids of Egypt, as well as Germany, France and the rest of Europe. He was sent to flight school at Frankfurt/Hahn Air Field near the village of Lautzenhausen, Germany.

They made eye contact from across the room. When she got up, the girls all giggled. She timidly approached Hans who was enthralled when she curtsied and said, “I am Annalisa Hille.” She blushed and glanced back at her friends momentarily, “It means; Favor, God’s Grace.”

“Ja, I know what Annalisa means. “I am Herr Hans Marseille.” When Hans touched her hand, he jumped back momentarily and said, “A spark! Fireworks! Wow!”

“That’s just static electricity, and you know it.” She giggled but was thinking, it was an interesting beginning to what she hoped would be a lasting relationship. At the end of the dance, Annalisa curtsied again. “No need to be so formal. Just call me Hans.”

Annalisa reached into her small purse and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and placed it in his hand. “This is my address. My Papa’s name is Karl Hille. Now, do not lose it. I have been wanting to meet you ever since you first arrived in town. Perhaps I will see you at the Lutheran Services on Sunday.” Her eyes were big and blue. When she winked at Hans, she wrinkled her cute little upturned nose. She walked toward her friends, then surprised him when she turned back and blew him a kiss with her red full lips. Annalisa’s beautiful blonde hair shimmered as she turned, rejoining her giggling girlfriends. They had been whispering among themselves the entire time Annalisa was dancing with him.


New Year’s Day, 2012

There was not much to celebrate this new year. The Days ahead looked bleak, the daily forecast of bad news brought unrest across the land. There was fear the hearts of men, there was united agreement of an unseen calamity on the horizon.

In the world capitols, there was a prevailing emotional attitude of defeat, but they knew not, the foe. The atmosphere around Washington was heavy with a sensation of oppression. Only the monotheistic, understood the feeling of fear and knew the enemy was a spiritual foe. However, even they could not be found in total agreement. There was doubt and confusion in the air, and it seemed to be as contagious as a deadly virus.

“Thought Projection’ is the number one science and biggest new industry in world markets. If you can control a man’s THINKING, you can control the world.”