222 | John W. Warner IV Christ, Bea, you were trained and schooled in some of this in the damned SS! Bea took a firm tone of authority. Trained, yes, but training is not believing. We were forced to learn a lot of confusing pagan stuff and occult things, sky-high on narcotics, insomnia, and severe stress. Shafer and others only alluded to Anunnaki-this and Aldebaran-that, dragons and griffons, fairies and goblins, no questions asked, no answers given. Gang raped, starved, brainwashed, and beaten senseless we were. Not exactly a comfortable mountain mystery school with fountains, pillows, and palms, everyone singing and dancing into the incense-scented night to soothe the enlightened soul. Trance state, Nazi State, state of bewilderment. My fine point is, I dont know what to believe anymore. No one does. So kindly go fuck yourself, Herr Pyramid. And they say Im mad… Frustrated, Bernie slowly put his back to them, arms outstretched on the massive stones. Christ, I just… A minute of refreshing silence passed as a small breeze cooled them. Beans? asked Alice casually, peeling another cracked nail.ZJ%zfr A long pause as a nail end was successfully chewed. Kindly give Rodgers the benefit. She sighed. Fine. Alice nudged her the way she always had since childhood. Fine. And dandy. Gwafa pointed to his head rapidly. Oui, certainement-certainement. I remember the Dogon tribesmen back in Timbuktu who visited there, they said the great central sun of the cosmos shines its light onto the star Sirius, a focal point for the light of Allah in our galaxy, The One, the release of light and love for all, and it was the home of their ancestors. They wear many masks and have year-long festivals to celebrate their forefathers from the stars, and the wisdom they gave. This is all.. .making some sense, perhaps. Bernie bowed to him, palms up. A wise man speaks in humble tones. The Egyptian Ark of the Contract was representative of the contract between Earth and the star people of Sirius. Then they Enough. Bea got up, deciding to take a long walk to clear her besieged and overcrowded mind. Where aieyou going? Im not fnished. yelled Bernie, temper aglow. Science fiction is not hard science, Buck-O^ The hell it isntits science fact. Science fiction doesnt exist, it never did. Jesus, of all people. Grow up and conquer yourfear, Lady Chickenshit. Youre scared of the truth! What truth? Furious, Bea pitched her full half-gallon canteen to his chest