Voyageur Story: Two Auto-Biographies 35 Centuries Apart

By Pierre Schnebelen

Princess Xiaohe ruled a community on the Silk Road in Northern China 4,000 years ago, before being in charge of life on the planet. As Moses’ wife Sephora, she imposed the Ten Commandments to the Jewish Nation, after they killed her Egyptian love. She returned as the wife of Jesus with whom she had three children. The Twelve Apostles having murdered her spouse, she introduced his teachings to Gaul, establishing her court in Avignon as the Queen of Gaul. A Venetian Princess and Muslim Sikindaer Begum she fought all religions separating Church and State for a moderate Indian Islam.

She reunited with Moses for the return of the Nativity Star over LA in 1997 giving birth to reincarnated Jesus, revealing the more scientific reality of the trillions of spirits created by the Big Bang to live and love incarnating repeatedly on millions of inhabitable or inhabited planets…

The novel is also romantic, even erotic as formidable women attract, over time, great adventurers breaching the Status Quo—within love-stories of Nefertiti, Sephora, Mary-Magdalene, Mary, Princess Sikindaer Begum, whose loves last over multiple incarnations.

* Sephora with Moses in 2012

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Nov 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781649799593

Pierre Schnebelen

Pierre Schnebelen, the author, with a French engineering degree, was granted an assistantship by Paul Samuelson, Nobel Prize in economics at MIT. After completing a Master’s degree at MIT’s Sloan School and a helicopter crash, drafted as co-pilot in the Algerian war – Président de Gaulle mobilized him to develop the modern Ski Industry. He developed Tignes and Val Thorens: two prototype resorts soon inspired the world. The number of skiers, between three and five million in 1962, grew to 350 million worldwide. His enterprises made France the number one ski destination. In 1992, Schnebelen and his wife, Françoise, were told by Mary, Joseph’s wife, that they have been Moses and Sephora. They returned to complement the Ten Commandments, which they handed to the Jewish Nation. They moved to the US, the spiritually most advanced nation, with over 50% religion-free citizens. Françoise passed in 2014 from cancer caused by the Chornobyl cloud. With Joseph the Head of the Human-Pyramid of spirits awaiting to reincarnate, she asked her husband to write two auto-biographies 35 centuries apart, introducing the Priority of the Spirit, ruling the Universe. The author join-ventured with seven editors identified by formerly Voltaire, who fought all man-created religions. They hope to create a powerful synergy with the Human-Pyramid, freeing millions… possibly billions of enslaved human-spirits by Religion and Socialism. God, the sum of the positive spirits in the Universe, within His second call to planet Earth, handed the Universal Commandments to the author, while naming the seven editors: His Prophets The Ten Universal Commandments are a pivotal invitation for Humanity’s science to explore the twelve multiverses sharing Earth’s space, the scientific nature of the spirits created by the Big Bang and develop the science giving access to our Supraconscience’s memories. Humanity needs to converse with other positive planets and develop the technology to send its spirits to a younger planet if need be. God’s Ten Commandments defend Life on Earth. His Universal Commandments defend Humanity within the Universe of billions of inhabited planets.

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Preface

Voyageur Story covers two autobiographies 35 centuries apart. The early one covers the challenging life of Moses (called Moshe for endearment), his torrid love affair with Queen Nefertiti, as the builder of Tell el-Amarna, the Egyptian Capital dedicated to the sun-god, Aton. After giving birth to seven girls she, with the help of the Chief of the Egyptian Army, decides to eliminate both: her husband, Pharaoh Akhenaton, and the father of her girls. While Moshe survives her attempt, she soon with the help of the restored clergy makes Horemheb Pharaoh, a formidable couple, Moshe will soon have to face.

The present surprisingly similar incarnations happen with major actors having influenced or been influenced by Moses’ choices in ancient times. The latter, once again, builds a cosmopolitan city that soon shines around the world by introducing a modern joyful sport that spreads instantly worldwide. Together they face the historical consequences of these choices over 35 centuries up to the present day. New men and women come to life but have surprising similarities to personalities of ancient times.

Stephen, The Voyageur faces his Karma 35 centuries old in a life-or-death confrontation with re-incarnated Nefertiti and Horemheb, united in a father-daughter incestuous relationship. He survives their murder attempts in Paris and Sao Paulo Brazil, while facing the scientific and technological challenges of the 21st Century, a world mired in religious strife and chaos.

The storyline is romantic as well: The Voyageur waited 3,500 years for a new chance to reunite with his love Sephora, he betrayed then and who, now, is known as Mae: a formidable advanced Free Spirit, enjoying increased brain capacities since the era of Abraham, which put her repeatedly in charge of life on Planet Earth. She fought the Jews who murdered Moses, the Twelve Apostles who murdered Jesus. As a flamboyant Venetian Princess and a Muslim Maharani, she fought all forms of religion, hoping to initiate an evolutionary transition toward the Law of the Supraconscience, a spiritual reversal, borne of Free Will granted to each (human)-spirit.

As human evolution, culture, and geography have changed and progressed to some degree. The Voyageur is wondering about the impact the World-Order, he initiated 35 centuries ago, with the Ten Commandments; while mis-guiding the Jewish Nation to adopt a God-person, within an organized religion and Akhenaton’s Monotheism.

Borne of technology but lacking spiritual maturity, Humanity is about to face planets with habitants having a brain power thousand or a million years ahead of ours. Among the billions of inhabited planets, most share the Math Based Reality, some are ahead, some are behind Earth, but all aren’t friendly for sure.

Stephen, The Voyageur, must find a way to reveal-deliver to Humanity 35 centuries after Moses a desperately needed New World-Order. The latter is based on the Law of the Supraconscience completed with a spiritual revolution introducing The Priority of the Spirit ruling the Universe. A breakthrough, once again channeled by Sephora, fighting for life on Planet Earth.

Humanity, hopefully, shall be invited and welcomed to share some of the more advanced science, technologies, held by more advanced planets and adopt-serve The Priority of the Spirit, experienced by The Voyageur.

Chapter 1

Stephen, the Voyageur

Explores Planet Earth

Alsace is a region along the river Rhein, where my family was established, it is famous for being alternatively German or French. I, Stephen, was born French before WWII, the oldest of five children. I was fighting my mother’s religious extremes which she used as a tool to control the family. My relations with her were difficult, she, to my knowledge, never experienced any tenderness during her existence, nor did she demonstrate tenderness to her children. It was all about achievement and competition; her drive for her children’s education was demanding and stern.

And yet I always knew I had a somewhat special destiny: at age five, I was walking on a rural road between two villages, when a voice suggested, "Stephen, you have been a prince in a former incarnation and you can achieve great things during this life – fight for it."

Early memories cover the great courage and risk-taking shown by my father and grandfather during the war, they certainly helped ignite my great sense of adventure and risk-taking at a very young age. My grandfather, who lived with us, Alsatian born, had been a hero in Bismarck’s Army during WWI, and was awarded the prestigious Imperial Iron Cross: The German Army’s highest decoration. During the war, they engineered a large wine barrel, big enough to hide an allied pilot in the back compartment, the front being filled with wine of course. My father part of the French Resistance was in charge of smuggling allied pilots into nearby Switzerland. One day, several German SS Officers showed up to inspect or arrest our place for collaborating with the enemy. My grandfather appeared suddenly wearing his Iron Cross around his neck, and calling out, I am an Iron Cross holder and you will salute me! Salute the Germans did, and quickly cancelled their inspection, maybe avoiding Auschwitz for the family.

Half way through WWII as I reached seven years in age, I was at my mother’s hands deeply immersed in religion, being convinced that I was going from incarnation to incarnation, somewhat helplessly. I reacted to my mother’s superstitious beliefs and in front of a reproduction of the fleeing Holy Family I asked:

God, help me to become the best possible man, regardless of the price, I have to pay before my death and the next incarnation.

Towards the end of the war, I watched from our hill-high house one of the greatest tanks battles of WWII, with several dozen tanks head-to-head; seeing hundreds of infantry soldiers following each tank being wiped out by the opposite tanks. The allied tanks spending the night in front of our house covered with blood and body parts…

After the war my mother sent me to a small farm in the Alps, where food was abundant and where I experienced a happy, demonstrably loving family. At age 12 with my younger sister, we went biking across several European countries, overnighting in a small tent in snow-capped mountain passes; it was the beginning of an adventurous life. Our mother didn’t show any feeling when we showed up after several weeks. We did send her a couple of postcards from Switzerland, Venice, they apparently didn’t trouble her. The following year, she sent me to Edenborough by train with two stops, in Paris and London. I was drawn to life, at home little interested me, sex was a forbidden topic; questions were met with a brutal revolting belt beating by my father. There was nothing for me there; I demanded to leave for a boarding school 250 miles away, oriented toward an engineering career. During my regular vacations, I would bike around Europe, one year to Innsbruck and Salzburg, the next to Barcelona… I was gone, knowing, I could make my own better way in the world.

My mother’s first victim was my father, who died very young. He was 55 and I was 18, leaving my mother with five children. She terrorized everybody with the notion of deadly sins and stories of black magic circulating in our Central European small city. But most important, she had the greatest ambitions for her children, pushing every one for the best education possible. As I entered college shortly after my father’s passing, my adventurous temperament led me to go for the longest possible ventures to discover the planet further. I had many wonderful experiences, but learned that evil was very strong on the planet.

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Exploring Earth

Africa was my first target. As a student-engineer, I found a summer job on a cargo ship from Europe to the African West Coast. The company hired temporary hands from France to the first African ports, where they embarked large local crews, living on deck, underpaid and treated like slaves. The European crew lived like Roman citizens, served by the African crew who completed all tasks on board, while prostitutes took care of the French crew.

I disembarked from the cargo in Conakry French Guinea, as the cargo continued down the Western Africa Coast. I had negotiated a summer job in a bauxite mine. The mine housed me in a staffed villa of an engineer vacationing in France. One morning one of the servants asked my help: she was desperate, asking me to interfere with her tribe, Boss, the tribe has taken my son, it wasn’t my turn.

Babou, I don’t understand. What you are talking about?

Boss they took my boy to be eaten. I went to see the mine’s manager.

"Stephen, don’t interfere – here the tribes leave only one out of eight boys alive in order for each to have eight wives."

You mean to say they eat them; they are cannibals? I went to see the French Governor of Guinea. He invited me for a drink at his residence occupying the top floor of a brand-new high-rise building.

As I exposed my worry he reacted, "Stephen, this building hosts some of the local administration and dignitaries who travel to Paris frequently. We face nevertheless permanent problems with our garbage evacuation system blocked by children’s skulls. Not long ago, in a nearby colony, the local congressman, or deputé, returning from Paris National Assembly was eaten by his voters because he failed to fulfill his electoral promises."

When I reported the incident to Président de Gaulle he answered, There are some merits in the process, maybe, we should apply it to the mainland.

After my summer job at the mine, with a small group of student-engineers, we asked the Governor to join a census expedition inland. We were told that some of the villages were very aggressive. One such expedition had disappeared, justifying the participation of foreign legionnaires in our small group. We found out in one larger village that the head of the village fooled us big time. The people we had counted made a rapid trip in the jungle and showed up again with another name. We had no clue about the number of people we counted two or even three times. The taxes received by each village were function of the number of inhabitants. The tension could be cut with a knife; the head of the village was very mad. During the official meal one student from a prestigious engineering school, noticed his meat seem to be pork and that he hadn’t seen any pork around. One of the legionnaires retorted, Innocent idiot, you are eating baby boys – behave – if not they are going to kill us all. The student vomited right in front of the local chief. The legionnaires pulled their pistols, looking at us the student-engineers. We are not going to get killed because apetit con (asshole) fails to control himself. We shall shoot anybody who misbehaves.

Central Africa was my next destination: my goal was to go down the river Niger toward Bamako and Tombouctou. I negotiated a trip down the Niger in wooden canoes over several hundred miles in a river infested with crocodiles, hippopotamus… etc…. I was spending the night near Tombouctou in a caravanserai held by an older French lady; her small hostel was full and lively. She died unexpectedly in the early evening with a temperature still above 110 degrees. The few guests were invited to bury her to avoid the effects of the intense heat overnight. Awaking in the morning, I discovered that the villagers had taken everything from the hostel, leaving only white walls. After unlocking my room, within 10 minutes its content was gone as well.

During one of my pirogue legs, one of the African paddlers, a young girl fluent in French, very friendly, rather pretty and outspoken told me, "Stephen, the problem with white boys like you – you smell like cadavers. She was regularly diving naked and washing herself in the Niger between crocodiles, hippos. She was maybe trying to be smell free? After finding another job as assistant to a locomotive driver in the famous Niger – Dakar Railway between Mali and Senegal, I abandoned my pirogue and my paddler friends. During the very long trans-Mali-Senegal ride the train faced a local walking toward the train. To my surprise the chief conductor didn’t slow the train and the walker exploded against the locomotive. The conductor explained that, Some locals under drugs oppose the white colonials. Stopping the train was impossible given the short distance and our very long and heavy train. Disembarking to bury the cadaver with heat way over 100 degree was senseless." We were in the middle of nowhere. The vultures and other hyenas were going to clean the track before the next passage.

As my African trip came to an end, a refrigerated cargo ship transporting a huge load of cacao beans arrived in the harbor of Dakar to unload their dozens of African crewmembers. I joined the crew on its last leg. The night before sailing there were some prostitutes left on board. We sailed in the middle of the night as some were still on board and locked in a small room. After a few days at sea, they disappeared. Again, I was horrified and powerless. The crew was careful to keep the three engineer-students at bay from their dealings.

We were navigating North with a sister ship from the same company. Along the Portuguese coast we were hit by the famous storm that destroyed the Dutch dikes, the worst supposedly in a century. The captain soon got very sea sick; the kitchen was out of use. I was in charge of the maintenance of some of the refrigeration pipes running at the bottom of the hull in small tunnels. As some crew members dropped tools, they became literally deadly bullets riding from one end the boat to the other end as the cargo was facing waves of 60 to 200 feet high. Everybody was sea-sick, one of the students counted he had thrown up 52 times.

The refrigeration system finally failed and the cacao started to rot with a terrible smell. Our sister ship launched a May-Day call and we changed course trying to locate and rescue any lifeboats after she sunk. There were a large number of boats in distress in the Atlantic. We didn’t find anyone during our search – nobody could survive in these building-high waves. We finally continued our route toward Bordeaux; no survivor made it from the sister cargo.

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North America. The following summer I took a cruise liner from Le Havre to Montreal. I met a sweet Belgian girl, Caroline, and we spent most of the time together kissing and holding each other. She was joining, for the summer, some family members in Montreal. As we arrived in Montreal she started to cry desperately, "I don’t want to lose you Stephen." I was headed toward a major Canadian aluminum smelting plant in Northern Canada near a huge hydroelectric power plant feeding the aluminum smelters. I took a very long bus ride toward Arvida for a tough summer job. The heat at the plant was constant as we inspected regularly dozens of furnaces with liquid aluminum. I found a room for the summer with a local Canadian family. The extremely religious lady, Emily, had 18 children and was securely under the thumb of the local priest, in a silly mission to outnumber the English population there in the name of Jesus. Protestants were sinners in the Quebec Province, as I used to mock her suggesting her priest had reduced her to a rabbit. She became very maternal, making me early breakfasts and dinners. I teased her when she missed the daily mass. I had lunch with the crew every noon and was surprised by the isolation of the local population, most of them half Indian, half descendants of French trappers. When I explained to an Indian fellow that I was living in Paris, he asked me in a manner suggesting he was aware of everything, "Stephen, did you come with the train or by char (car)? When the job ended, I visited Montreal, an outstanding city with their hilarious Anglicism brake a bras" or hand-brakes (half in French, half in English). I moved on toward New York. Manhattan was a wild discovery in 1956 compared to Paris. The