Inception

By Embrosewyn Tazkuvel

Could it be possible that there is a man alive on the Earth today that has been here for two thousand years? How has he lived so long? And why? What secrets does he know? Can his knowledge save the Earth or is it doomed? The humble little world of Caravan Master, Lazarus of Bethany, is about to get much bigger! Inc

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaleidoscope Publications
• Release date: Oct 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9780938001812

Embrosewyn Tazkuvel

One of my first childhood memories was of seeing beautiful rainbow auras of light around the heads of people young and old. It began a lifetime of observation, study, and experimentation with a wide variety of psychic, magick, and paranormal phenomena that has now eclipsed six decades.Married to my exploration of the supernatural has been a deep spiritual journey to understand and commune with the source of all the magic and mystery I found in the world. It has not been merely an intellectual exercise for me. In times more than I can count, I have experienced the wonder and power of the supernatural. Psychic abilities, paranormal phenomenon, magickal powers, and unexplainable miracles are all real. I know because I have lived them, time and time again.I realize my life's journey has been a true blessing greater than I can ever pay back. This has certainly influenced me with a passionate desire to share what I know to be true from personal experience. I believe there is greatness inside every person, calling for someone even greater to emerge. Knowing the secrets to unleashing the magic inside of you is more empowering than anything you can imagine. Your possibilities are as limitless as your imagination, coupled with your knowledge, and your desire to make it so.I've been fortunate to have traveled to many countries around the world and have interacted with people from the president of the country to the family living in a shack with a dirt floor. Being among people of many cultures, religions and social standings, watching them in their daily lives, seeing their hopes and aspirations for their children and the joys they have with their families and friends, has continually struck me with a deep feeling of oneness. I've been with elderly people as they breathed their last breath and at the birth of babies when they take their first. It's all very humbling. This amazing magickal world we live in and the wonderful people that fill it have given me so much. Our world is full of secrets and surprises. It is so much more than most people see or suspect. Writing and sharing the secrets of how everyone can experience and benefit from magick, paranormal, and psychic phenomenon in their life, is my way to give back as much as I can to as many people as I can.Namaste, Embrosewyn

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Secret Earth Series

BOOK 1

Inception

Embrosewyn Tazkuvel

COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Embrosewyn Tazkuvel

ISBN 978-0-938001-81-2

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Forward

Prelude

Prelude to the Prelude, Part 1

Prelude to the Prelude, Part 2

Prelude to the Prelude, Part 3

Introduction

Chapter 1: The Day I Died

Chapter 2: Being a Spirit is Very Confusing

Chapter 3: Paradise Found But Postponed

Chapter 4: Gone a Few Days and the Whole World Changes

Chapter 5: Crucifixion

Chapter 6: What Happened to My Sister?

Chapter 7: My Sister?

Chapter 8: Timewalkers

Foreword

To the reader of this manuscript:

In a world of entertainment filled with books, movies and television shows in the fantasy, science fiction and fictional paranormal genres, it would seem natural to assign this work within those categories. But that would be a mistake. Because of that, a few words by way of explanation might prove highly valuable to you in the not too distant future. Even if they only prompt you to read on and perhaps momentarily grant yourself a suspension of disbelief. For you see, the Earth you think you know, the history you think occurred, and the current state of world affairs you think are the status quo - nothing is as it appears. There is far more to the world we call home than you have ever been told.

Historians record what the people of the world saw and experienced. But beneath what was seen, there was far more simmering and threatening that was unseen and never written for posterity. The Secret Earth series reveals the momentous events and threats during the last two millennium, many from beyond this Earth, that few people ever witnessed, or had comprehension of the true magnitude and danger. In many cases, these events literally changed the course of history – and nobody ever knew...until now.

If you prefer to believe history as it is written, this is probably not the book for you. If you are religiously rigid in your beliefs, this is surely not the book for you. If you are unwilling to accept that the Earth is not alone in the universe and that intelligent aliens, other dimensions and vast other world civilizations exist, you should probably stop reading now. Lastly, if you think that magic and paranormal powers are merely fanciful imaginations of impotent people, you should definitely run away from this book before it’s too late and it captivates you.

Embrosewyn Tazkuvel

2015

Prelude

An island, somewhere in the Atlantic

He was being followed. Of that he was certain. No matter, he was almost to his refuge. The one place in the world no one could track or find him.

Lazarus paused for a moment scanning the slope below, trying to ascertain who it was that was following him. He saw a three-masted Caravel anchored in the blue waters of the rocky, crescent harbor of his remote island and wondered if those who sought his secrets had come from that ship or elsewhere.

Whoever they were he didn’t think they were of this world. They had managed to relocate him just three days after he had teleported in the blink of an eye thousands of miles. The technology to accomplish that type of surveillance did not exist in the current year of 1523 AD he reflected; at least not on this Earth.

Lazarus whispered under his breath to his unknown pursuers, I’m not sure how you are keeping track of my movements. But you won’t be able to find me when I’m not here, or anywhere, he chuckled softly, privy to a secret he was sure would keep him safe.

Scrambling up the steep, heavily vegetated hillside, he worked his way furtively up the slope, moving low to the ground behind thick bushes, often crab-like on all fours to insure he displayed no easy to see profile to his pursuers.

Lazarus was tempted to just teleport again and quickly escape. But his trackers had remained doggedly on his tail through his last three teleports and he concluded using that method again wouldn’t be wise as they obviously had some way to follow the ethereal trail.

His heart was beating fast and his breath was labored when he at last reached his destination: a small, vertical face of granite nestled on one side of a well-concealed, almost level dead-end ravine on the steep hillside. It was heavily shrouded by overhanging trees and encroaching vegetation. A weathered crack split the rock wall to the left forming a thin inverted ‘V’ shape. The bottom of the ‘V’ as it came out of the ground was about six inches wide, narrowing as it rose upward. By the time it reached the height of the man there was no space remaining in the crevice; just a thin mineral-stained line continuing to mark the fracture.

Carefully, he undid the top four buttons of his heavy cotton shirt, exposing his dark hair-covered chest down to his navel. Underneath his shirt he was wearing an almond colored X-shaped harness, made of thick woven cotton into which were sewn numerous domed-shaped gemstones of many colors. At the juncture of the X he unfastened a thick, tied string securing the the top small pocket. Reaching inside with three fingers he withdrew a flat, clear crystal about the size of a silver 2-Reale coin.

Continuing to hold the crystal between his thumb and the first two fingers of his right hand, he reached into the crevice near its midpoint. His arm barely fit, scraping both sides of the narrow, vertical opening as he extended his arm up to his elbow into the dark crack.

His concentration was broken by the cascading sound of small rocks rolling down the steep talus slope outside the entrance to the ravine. He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath to concentrate, realizing his pursuers were almost upon him.

Come on baby, where are you hiding? Lazarus whispered as he moved his hand around inside the crack, searching blindly for a tiny opening to insert the crystal key he held between his fingers.

A wide smile suddenly lit up his face. Gotcha, he exclaimed.

Quickly pulling his hand out of the crevice he placed the crystal back into the pocket on his harness and looked expectantly at the granite wall. Within three breaths it faded and revealed a roughly cut tunnel into the bedrock leading into darkness. With a quick glance in the direction of his unseen stalkers, he ducked his head and dashed into the narrow opening through which only a single person at a time could traverse. No sooner had he disappeared into the darkness, than the granite wall reappeared: massive, immovable, impenetrable.

For a moment he stood quietly in the utter darkness, gulping in a deep breath of cool air and exhaling slowly with relief, knowing he was now beyond the ability of anyone to follow or track him.

His voice echoed hollowly as he called out, lights.

At his command the tunnel began to illuminate. Slowly at first, but quickly brightening. Thin streaks of white light spread out through the passageway in a chaotic inter-tangled web, like a network of blood vessels in a body.

Lazarus reached out to his right and touched the nearest illuminated streak of rock, running his fingers lightly down its length until he reached the end of his arm. I can come here a million times, he reflected aloud.

And I will never cease to be amazed at the technology of the ancients. Stone that has the light of the sun within it, inside the bedrock of a mountain. How oh how did they ever do such a thing? Perhaps someday I will be smart enough to know.

The tunnel was not long. It soon opened into a spacious, cathedral-like room with a high vaulted ceiling towering overhead and the same streaky white light emanating from the rock walls brightly illuminating the space.

It was a cavern that seemed like it was created in a fairy tale. The speckled granite walls of the tunnel gave way to a broad band of limestone forming a jagged dome over most of the expansive grotto. Long, glistening, orange-hued stalactites hung down from the high ceiling dwarfing him as he approached. They were met by equally massive yet intricately delicate stalagmites growing up from a small rock island in the middle of a crystal clear pool of water. In three places on the highest spots on the island, stalagmites growing up from the cavern floor had met their stalactite mates coming down from the ceiling and formed thick, fluted columns, streaked with many hues of brown, orange and pale red.

Beyond the band of limestone and bejeweled speleothems, the giant cavern returned to a granite matrix and gave way to a smaller but still magnificent antechamber filled with hundreds of six-sided quartz crystals protruding inward from the ceiling and walls. Some were as small as a finger. Many were the size of a hand with extended fingers. And some clusters had splays of crystals each as long and thick as a man’s forearm.

Lazarus entered the room, called once again for lights and it was so, as the crystal-lined walls and ceiling lit up. But unlike the larger cavern with illuminated streaks weaving through the rock walls, here the lights shone through purple, clear, blue, green and orange colored crystals bathing the room in a splendid rainbow of colored light.

Strolling through the room of crystals he did not stop, but continued down a lit corridor with smooth stone walls until he at last encountered a heavy wooden door held into the wall with thick, ornate iron hinges. Other than the hinges, its surface was devoid of hardware. It had no keyholes or handles to gain ingress to what lay beyond.

Open, he commanded. Immediately there was the sound of locking bolts withdrawing, one, two, three bolts. Then soundlessly the heavy door swung outward.

Lazarus stepped forward beyond the portal. A wide smile of happiness lit up his close-cropped bearded face as he took in the breathtakingly verdant scene in front of him. There was a limitless expanse of ocean in the distance, not unlike the ocean he had been looking at not long ago when he fled from his pursuers. But from where he now stood at the waters edge everything was different. A harbor was nowhere to be seen, nor a caravel at anchor, or anywhere in sight. In fact, from his high vantage point he viewed a long, light sandy, palm ringed coast and a broad, tree-covered headland jutting out into the sea in the distance.

Ah, it is good to be home. he mused contentedly.

Ambling over to a hammock strung between two large date palms he plopped down onto it perpendicular to its length, with his knees bent and feet hanging over the side, facing the ocean so he would have a view of the expansive sea.

As the yellow sun high in the sky began to warm him he closed his eyes savoring the peace when mere minutes earlier his life had been in mortal danger. But it seemed to be just a distant bad memory now.

He reached up to his chest and felt the dozens of crystals and amulets hanging from his neck on stout golden chains beneath his shirt. Contemplating their unique purposes he mumbled aloud to himself as he sank deeper into the hammock. Enjoy the calm of the storm while you can Lazarus. You know it will only be a short sleep away before you are called once again to your stewardship.

It was so much easier he reflected when it had all begun – when he was just one of twenty-four Guardians. Immortal they were supposed to be. Yet here he was, the last survivor.

He chuckled thinking about the irony. Immortal except for one not so small caveat, he pointed out to no one but himself.

They could still be killed by disease, accident, attack from enemies and sundry other means that caused mortal people to die. And so they all had, he remembered with grim sadness. They had been gifted with bodies that never aged, but entrusted to remain diligent to insure they did not perish from more mundane causes. That was a much more difficult challenge than any of them had imagined he mulled.

Of course it would have been easier if they were not risking life and limb virtually every single day. Considering that, it was a wonder that any of them had made it as long as they had, he reflected philosophically.

It was all his sister Miriam’s fault, he thought facetiously with a half-hearted smile. If she had just been like other women instead of the headstrong, rule-breaking, free spirited, take no umbrage from the high and mighty agitator she was, everything would have been different.

Prelude To The Prelude

Part 1

Bethany, Israel, 14 AD¹

Please Lazarus, let me come with you.

Lazarus gave his younger sister of sixteen months a push away on her shoulder. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an angry stare back.

You cannot come with me and my friends Miriam. That is so obvious, it is unbelievable that you persist in something you know cannot be.

It is not like you are taking an overnight trip to Jericho, she retorted petulantly. You are only going exploring down the ravine on the other side of the hill.

Lazarus slapped himself on his forehead in frustration. How many times do we need to keep having this pointless and irritating conversation Miriam? It would not matter if we were just going outside the courtyard gate. We are boys past the age of twelve and you are a girl. You cannot come anywhere with boys older than twelve, without an adult of our family present. That is the law. Do you want Papa to get in trouble with the Sanhedrin court? Pleeease stop bothering me about this. You are driving me crazy!

Seeing she was making no progress asking nicely and pleading, Miriam decided to try logic on her brother. He had a sharp mind and she had persuaded him to change his opinion on more than one occasion in the past merely by using reason and facts.

"How else am I ever going to explore the ravine Lazarus? she appealed.

"I want to discover its mysteries as much as you do. By the law, I cannot go there by myself. By the law, I cannot go there with you alone or with you and your friends. None of my friends are interested in traipsing out to explore it with me. And the adults would just laugh if I asked them to accompany me. You are my only hope Lazarus. You have always been my protector and partner in exploration. It is mean-spirited for you to tell me I cannot accompany you now just because you are fourteen."

Come on Lazarus! one of his two friends waiting by the gate yelled at him impatiently. Tell your sister goodbye and let’s be off before the sun passes its zenith.

I will be right there, Lazarus assured his friends with a wave of his hand.

He turned to his sister with a compassionate look on his youthful face. Miriam, you know the way life works. Things were different when we were children. Now I am a young man and you are a young woman. You cannot do the things of men. You cannot see the things of men. But this is not a prohibition just upon you, for neither can I see or do the things of women.

You are speaking condescendingly to me, Miriam retorted, an angry crease furrowing her brow. And nonsense, she added.

What is going to happen to me if I come with you? she asked. Am I going to slow you down in your travel? Are you going to attack me? Are your friends going to rape me? No! Nothing untoward will happen. You are just making weak excuses because you do want me to accompany you and are hiding behind the law to justify the actions of your personal whim. What happened to the brother I could trust to always be there for me?

Miriam! Stop it! Lazarus cried out in exasperation.

You cannot change the facts of life. This has nothing to do with me or my whims as you well know. It is simply the law. Now I am leaving. Go find some woman things to do! he said huffily, pointing to house.

I am going to walk out that gate with my male friends. And you are going to go back into the house and wash clothes, prepare food, take care of the younger children, gossip with your girlfriends and whatever else it is that women do. I do not need or want to know. That is the way life is Miriam; for you, for me, for everyone. The sooner you accept it, the happier we will all be. Now please, go in the house and leave me to my day with men.

Miriam turned angrily on her heel and strode back toward the house. Without looking back at her brother she yelled out, I will never accept that this is the way life has to be! I hope you do not rue this day Lazarus!

Lazarus nodded his head in grudging agreement, mumbling under his breath as he turned and walked toward his friends waiting at the gate. It is certain that as long as I have to live with Miriam I will surely rue it. A most intractable girl! Maybe we can get her married off in the next year or two. Otherwise, my unreasonable, thorn-in-my-side, headstrong sister, is surely going to get me in trouble someday.

1 AD, is an abbreviation for the Latin words Anno Domini, which means, in the year of our Lord. The BC/AD, system of dating was invented by Catholic historians in the Middle Ages. Contrary to widespread belief, AD does not stand for After Death. In order to remove its religious roots, modern dating uses the BCE/CE system, standing for Before Common Era and Common Era" respectively. The dates themselves remain unchanged in either system. 250 BC is the same as 250 BCE, just as 1670 AD is the same as 1670 CE.

Prelude To The Prelude

Part 2

Tiberius, 16 AD

Where is your husband or chaperone? And why is your head uncovered, a tall, thin man with a hawkish face and thick black beard demanded. His expensive, adorned robe noted him as a person of wealth and religious rank.

Miriam paused from browsing in the city market and looked him in his eyes with a steady, disrespectful glint. I have not yet married and my family is nearby. My head is uncovered because the day is hot and I want to be able to see what I am looking at. Leave me be. I am merely shopping for some trinkets to put on clothing, she replied continuing to stare at him unnervingly.

Do not look me in the eye woman, he commanded. I am a Sanhedrin. You must look at the ground when I speak to you, he barked authoritatively, raising his chest in pride.

Why? Miriam asked in a challenging tone without averting her gaze.

Will your eyes burn and fall out of their sockets if they look upon mine?

Are you an idiot woman? the man bellowed at her insolent words.

You think you can insult a Sanhedrin and just go your way?

He looked to his right at two burly men carrying short swords standing a few paces away and snapped his fingers at them, while motioning with his hand for them to come forward. This woman is guilty of an offense against the Sanhedrin and against the law itself as she has her head uncovered in a public place. Come stand here next to her to insure she does not flee.

Turning to Miriam he spoke to her threateningly, You have five seconds to produce an adult male member of your family or my guards will arrest you.

Miriam still did not avert her eyes from the Sanhedrin. You are going to look very silly arresting a woman with two big men as if I am some terrible threat.

By disobeying the law and going out in public unchaperoned and uncovered, and giving a public insult to a Sanhedrin, you make yourself a threat to the very way of life we live that has been given to us by God. Now where is your chaperone? he demanded.

Miriam remained silent, still defiantly staring at the Sanhedrin until at last he looked away from her, unable to hold his gaze with her piercing brown eyes.

Very well, he said. I’ll count; one...two...three...four...five.

He bent his elbow and raised his hand snapping his fingers. Arrest her! he ordered his guards. Bring her to the house for disobedient women.

I am not going anywhere with you,. Miriam said defiantly. By the same law you espouse, no man may touch a woman not of his family."

The Sanhedrin gave a silent signal with his eyes and a nod of his head to his guards. They withdrew their short swords. One touched the sharp point to Miriam’s back and the other to her derriere. Move! one of the men grunted coarsely.

Begrudgingly, Miriam began to follow the Sanhedrin as he turned and walked down the aisle of the market, her two captors continuing to prod her forward with pricks of the tips of their swords.

They had not gone far before they were interrupted by an anxious shout from behind them. Wait! Wait! What are you doing with my sister? Lazarus asked worriedly, gulping a deep breath from his rapid exertion as he caught up to the Sanhedrin.

You are her kin? the Sanhedrin inquired.

Yes, yes, Lazarus assured him. I am her brother."

How old are you? the Sanhedrin asked.

I will soon be seventeen years, Lazarus accounted.

Well then, it would seem by the law that you are still shy of being old enough to be a chaperone for women of your family. Is there an older member nearby? Your father, or perhaps an uncle?

Lazarus nodded his head vigorously. "Yes of