Chapter
1: A Pharaoh’s Dream
With
all of my power once regained, I exited the tomb carrying the scroll, which I
will later give to an Egyptologist to decode.
I thanked the Arab for his help and told him to inform the council about
the discovery, so that I will at least acquire credit for something of the
ancient world.
I walked in the breezy afternoon,
glaring at my energized ring containing the infamous third-component. I held it to the sun and allowed the rays to
reflect from its uncut surface. I
decided that I should not bathe in this glory alone. My decision was to locate my wife's tomb and
to give her the breath of life so that she may accompany me in both my
afterlife and my current.
Walking in the hot sun allowed me to
grow tired so I took a brief rest on top of a granite obelisk, which had fallen
during some restoration work a year ago.
I stared to the mountains of the Valley of the Queens where my search
would commence. Some people started to
walk towards me from the rest house ten meters away. One of them was an advanced Egyptologist who
acquired knowledge of my discovery.
Another was a director of antiquities at the Luxor museum. The remaining few were merely Arabs dressed
in peasant garb carrying excavation equipment.
They asked me where I would dig next.
I
told them that I would begin searching for the tomb of Queen Ankhesenamon in the Valley of the Queens after I had
rested. During the rest period, the
baffled scientists wondered in amazement of my physic ability to locate my old
tomb. They nearly bombarded me with simple
questions to satisfy their quarrelsome worries.
It was four in the afternoon when I
drew enough energy from my will to force myself upon another equally important
discovery. I was now armed with a dark
brimmed hat, a leather whip (for protection), a light weight jacket and a brass
handled shovel.
We walked along a path where famous
queens had their palaces of eternity decked in the mountainside. I raised my hand, which wore the ring and
glanced to the north. The sun sent a
bolt of light to the emerald, which then sent a light beam towards the
valley. The light beam directed itself
to a side in the mountains. I told the
assistants to walk in that direction.
When we approached the designated
location the emerald cast a light in the corner of the valley. We walked to the site and started
digging.
After another three hours, the sun
lowered itself to the clouded horizon and thus sending cool winds across the
desert. Our shovels hit something. I cleared away the sand with a portable dust
blower and brushed off excess dust with a five-inch brush. There was a step with the Cartouche of my
wife's name inscribed upon it. I was
delighted.
Without taking a break from our
discovery, I ordered the workmen to start removing the enclosing rubble from
the staircase. Stone by stone were
removed and each minute increased my enduring excitement.
We worked until six that evening until
the staircase and the first passage were cleared. The Egyptologist found some alabaster lamps
and unguent containers with both the names of my wife and that of my former
embodiment. I knew that she was buried
here, though I did not know when.
At 6:30 PM the antechamber was
uncovered and some gilt furniture came to light. The objects were similar in design to those,
which were buried with Tutankhamon. At
seven o'clock, we posted a guard and went to the local restaurant and ordered
dinner. The curator of the Luxor museum
met us there and we discussed our findings of the day. Although I did not have a valid permit to
dig, they allowed me anyway since I single-handedly found my old tomb.
Two hours later I returned to my
cruise ship and changed my clothes and took a relaxing shower. I returned to the site at 8:41 PM and
assisted the men with their spotlight and camera equipment.
I opened the burial chamber with a
crowbar and beamed my flashlight at the hole.
The light bounced off a gold covered wall, probably a burial shrine
containing the coffins. The men were
amazed although the sight looked all too familiar to me. . . After clearing away the plastered door, we
entered the sepulcher in silence.
The crewmen at the entrance directed
the spotlight towards the stairwell and the cameras would record the
findings. I inched along the side of the
golden wall and discovered the entrance with the doors still sealed after 3,000
years. I allowed one of the workmen to
photograph the clay seal with its nine jackals representing the nine chosen
enemies of Kemti. The rope knot was
carefully loosened with a slippery gel that caused the withered rope to be
preserved upon its removal. I held the
ancient bronze door handle in my right hand and I swiftly pulled back the door
with ease of its fragile hinges. The
door was at first stuck in place until some lubricant was added, and then the
door was opened easily.
Upon the opening of the first set of
doors, many artifacts came to light: first there was an ivory jewel box heaped
with golden jewelry, next were ceremonial garments, and finally there was a
shroud dotted with roses of gilt bronze covering the next shrine. I wasn't positive as to why there were
shrines in this tomb, since usually shrines were meant for pharaohs and not
their queens.
Two more golden shrines were uncovered
and following the removal of more artifacts the stone sarcophagus appeared in
the midst of our discovery. I told the
others to clear a way along the walls of the inner sanctum and that of the
antechamber for room to place the coffins.
The workmen lifted the stone lid from its home and placed it on the side
of the sarcophagus. Next, shovels were
placed within the cracks between the coffins for their removal.
From the granite sarcophagus three
gilt coffins of similar description were removed. I waited impatiently as the lid of the
interior coffin was being removed. After
the archaeologists took the lid from its place I directed a high powered
flashlight onto its contents. There, laid before me in the form of the
goddess Isis, was the mummy of my former loving wife, Ankhesenamon. Not knowing what to say, I knelt down beside
her and glided my hand across her folded arms as newly formed tears blurred my
vision. Although in reality she was my
oldest niece, I regarded her not only as my wife but also as my purpose for
living. . .
Finally, my eternal quest was at an
end. I have both regained my ancient
knowledge and the kindest, most caring creature I ever knew in my environment
of the times. I intended to resurrect
her using my combined ancient powers so that she may assist with my future
progress that she would not have witnessed otherwise.
I did not discover her tomb for the
fame and fortune that my predecessors Carter and Carnarvon had, but for the
continuing presence of eternal perfection which inspired my past by knowing
someone who accepted me, not only as a deity, but as a person-- something that
never existed in any of my lifetimes beforehand. I regarded her as a perfect example of the
potential ability that all dependent mutations can acquire, which is of course
why I allowed them to exist on a planet made for life forms of greater
value. I not only loved her as a person,
but as a perfect being; probably the reason I created her. . .
For once in thirty-three centuries, we
were finally together, even if it is in spirit for the time. I carefully lifted her from her bed of
eternity and carried her past the Arab onlookers who displayed anything less
than passion for my actions. I doubt they'll
ever understand what I am performing, and I hope that they will never have to
go through with what I am dealing with.
I transported her to a lion-headed
couch and gently placed her wrapped corpse on the platform. Using a steel blade I cut the bandages from
around her facial area, revealing to the world the third oldest daughter of the
famous Nefertiti. I noticed some golden
jewelry hanging from the surrounding linen strips so I placed them in my jacket
pocket.
I removed the ring of Emerauldia from my pocket and placed it over her heart,
assuming it was still there. Next, I
held both of her tightly clasped hands and hung my head over her body, deeply
concentrating on my creative powers which will cause her to live again, and
this time in a new form. Within minutes,
her entire body glowed in an eerie Emerald bath of light. During this process a copy of her soul was
being entered into the Emerald which in turn will enter her new
embodiment.
Although I wasn't watching the
entrance to the tomb, I did sense the presence of other humans entering the
tomb. These people were from the
government. One Arab was the Minister of
Defense while another was the President himself, accompanied by several
bodyguards and assistants, each displaying heavenly awe upon their grief
stricken faces. They probably never saw
a true deity before, so I can understand what they were thinking at the
time. I also wondered if I had committed
an unusual crime by performing what they saw.
Whatever they thought, it was of no concern to me.
Her body slowly floated from the
platform and was suspended in air for several minutes. I rotated her body in circles, like a spoke
between chariot wheels. As she spun in
mid-air, parts of her were changed in form: her face became fleshy and dark
colored, her arms and legs looked almost new, and her abdomen was bare from the
wrappings. As each new part flashed in
color and became new, a jingling sound similar to the rattle of a sistra,
streamed through the still air. I
concentrated even more, almost knocking myself unconscious as I squatted to the
stone floor of the tomb.
Between spasms of power I glanced
upward and watched her spin, noticing that her hair was once again a midnight
black, and her complexion was a light tan.
I suffered incredibly, as I never before attempted to resurrect
something prior to the accumulation of my powers. My body hurt in several places as I forced
the eternal powers of a god from the recesses of my cranium and of my
heart. I suffered more than that of my
opponent Jesus, who hung bolted to a cross.
Now we were even. . .
Her body was now lowered onto the lion
couch and I was relieved from my suffering.
I slowly stood up and stared into the closed eyes of this new girl who I
just brought from the Netherworld. The
onlookers gathered around the platform and seemed amazed yet nervous about what
happened. I turned around and eyed the
President and his entourage calmly. The
Egyptologist was speechless and so were the remaining excavators, who probably
only expected to see ancient artifacts and not a godly resurrection.
I clothed her from some of the
enclosed ceremonial garments and removed the numbered stickers, which the
archaeologists had placed for identification.
A bright camera flash nearly blinded me in the electric-torch lit
room. I glanced behind me and heard a
small apology from the cameraman who shot us.
Raising her head with my dust covered
hands I opened her eyes and gave a blow of Emerauldian power over her. One eye opened and stared into the depths of
the tomb behind me, which made me wonder if she knew that she was alive or
still buried in the past. Next, her
second eye opened which directed itself to me.
She blinked and then stared at me with surprise. I doubted that she would be able to recognize
me, considering my current embodiment resembles more of her father than that of
my old self. I massaged her left cheek
with my right hand and sent an age-old reserved kiss to her forehead. She attempted to sit up and perhaps to
escape, but I forced her down until I informed her about who I am and of the
current time in which she lived.
I lowered myself until I was parallel
to her breast, and spoke softly to her.
I told her, "Rise my dear Ankhesenamon, and look beyond the grave
at your new life ahead. . . " I paused.
"Do you remember who I am?"
In the English language that I entered
into her vocabulary she asked, "Are you Ptah, God of Gods, or are you Ay?.
. . I was told that I might see you one
day by the priests of Amon. . ."
She still thought that she was dead,
so I attempted to communicate to her in a slightly different way. "No, I am the afterlife of your husband
who left you long ago. I am sorry that I
left you without saying goodbye since you would have felt even more terrible if
I had. I was Tutankhamon, though you may
call me either ‘Tut’ or Ptah-Amon-Re, as I am the creator god for which the
name represents."
She replied, ". . . O
Tutankhamon, you will never know how long I have waited to meet you again in
the realm of the dead (no doubt she continued to think that she was in Heaven
and not alive). I have thought about you
day and night since you departed from my reach. . . Why have you returned and where. . where am
I?"
I told her that she was in her tomb in
the Valley of the Queens, and that I returned to her to ask her forgiveness in
the matter of eliminating our former offspring.
The idea still bothered me, even after thousands of Earth years. She didn't know what I was referring to so I
dropped the subject rather than getting myself into trouble.
I helped to lift her from the lion
couch and escorted her past the government agents and to the entrance. The other people in the tomb followed us out
the subterranean passage and outside the tomb.
One of the government agents drew me aside.
He asked me if I wanted this event to be kept secret, so I told him to classify
anything regarding the resurrection and to publicly announce the discovery of
the tomb and of its contents. The
Egyptologist and his followers asked me whether I wished to keep any of the
contents, so I told him to place the artifacts in a museum for now.
We walked to the ferryboat and went
across the Nile, staring into each other's eyes like cats about to strike. I could not release my emotions for my
situation was too intense and I would not know what to do anyway. At the other side of the river, we walked
around the city of Luxor searching for a suitable hotel in which we would
communicate our feelings in a relaxed state.
At the hotel we chose a suite in the
corner of the seventh floor. There was a
grandeur view of the river to the west, although the windows were too tinted to
see much else. I sorted out some clothes
I had bought from the hotel gift store and asked her to try them on. After that, we entered the enclosed Jacuzzi
where we held each other in the rising steam.
As I held her, my arms embracing her newly formed back and my head
staring into the opposing wall, I thought that my life was once again perfect.
After
the long bath in the circular hot tub, we ventured through the darkness and
into the large bed located at the center of the room. I pulled up the polyester cover after we had
entered. I stared at her in the darkness
as former memories echoed to me from the grave.
She seemed more beautiful now than when I was pharaoh, given the fact
her body was now renewed. We exchanged
kisses after the movements of our mouth parts silenced each smile, as if
dessert wasn't enough. . .
Some time later, we discussed the
future: the future of our relationship and of my effect on the world. The tomb possessions from both of our tombs,
those that won't decay in the years ahead, will be used since this is our
afterlife regardless if the Netherworld is the more appropriate place to use
them.
I had a different idea in mind. I had
a plan which would unite all the "terrorist nations" and Arab
countries into one empire. That way,
the individual terrorists will not be able to ruin the world without consent of
the emperor. The funds that would
contribute to this plan will come from those countries in the past that had an
illegal hold over Egypt as well as the ancient part of the country. One of those nations is, no doubt,
Britain. When my tomb was discovered,
Britain paid for the excavation and hoped to claim what is mine for their
private usage. I will not allow future
lands to perform this illegal action again.
The
next day I returned to the cruise boat and informed my relatives that a friend
will be accompanying us throughout the rest of our voyage. When I was asked who it was, I stated that
the person was an assistant of my publisher and was also involved in the
distribution of my book. I hoped that
this ruse would be followed without question.
The government of Egypt daily
monitored my whereabouts as well as Ankhesenamon's, and occasionally a
representative was brave enough to ask a few questions. The ship stopped at the city of Aswan where
the dam holds back the majority of the river.
After staying there for one night, we flew over to Abu Simbel and
photographed Ramses's temple. I
considered Ankhesenamon to now be a mere girlfriend rather than inform everyone
that she had at one time been my wife.
It was easier on my conscious, too.
At the end of the cruise we flew to an
area around the Red Sea and stayed at a resort stationed there. The government persisted in following us to
whatever place we visited. Whether or
not the government actually believed in afterlife it didn't matter, for what
they observed in that dark tomb appeared as the act of a god and not of a
grieving human who tried to have once again what he had lost. They clung to me in a similar way in which
their ancestors clung to the idols they worshipped. But, who am I to complain?
Towards the end of my vacation in
Egypt, I asked the President to take care of Ankhesenamon while I am gone for I
have my American life to finish before I can return. Before I left her in the president's care, I
told her goodbye. If only I had told her
that before I died, then perhaps I would not feel so terrible about saying it
now. This time, at least, she understood
my intentions. Her gleaming smile waved
back to me as I left in a silver-plated Mercedes, compliments of the Minister
of Defense.
Back in the United States, I finished
a partially incomplete course in college.
At home I frequently looked at pictures from my trip and the souvenirs which
reminded me of the pleasurable stay in my old country. The
fabulous ring with its magical powers I kept hidden from view in a selected
area in my closet marked "Egypt".
Since I am the only person in my family who is interested in that
subject, I decided that the ring was safe there.
The summer was almost beginning, so I
called the President of Egypt on his private phone via satellite. I was not scheduled to go anywhere during the
summer so I decided to once again visit my old land and perhaps discuss my
future with the embassy of Egypt. I
would not enter as a tourist but rather as an ambassador, from the Netherworld.
The president warned against my coming
due to several suggestions of war among the Arab nations. I was not scared easily by the idea of war,
so I told him to prepare the red carpet for his private jet, which I would
ride.
When I arrived in a private airport in
Cairo, the country appeared to have a persistent illness. That illness is war. Ever since I was pharaoh, there was a
frequency of ill-fated treaties, which resulted in a minor battle. I was adjusted to understand those problems,
so should I bring together all the nations with poor agreements then perhaps
there will be no future ailments when peace treaties are called for.
A Limousine to the president’s office
from the airstrip transported me.
Ankhesenamon was waiting impatiently in the office when I arrived. The President had a worried look on his face
when he turned to me from a row of windows.
He briefly informed me that the nations
of Syria and Libya were slowly amassing weapons of various
character, some were chemical and some were traditional. He also received word that Libya had
purchased ten nuclear rockets from a spy in the Soviet Union. This would be devastating information for the
United States should Libya use the rockets and other combined arms against U.S.
protectorates in the Middle East, such countries as Egypt itself. One aspect of good news is that the U.S.
supplies weapons to Egypt, although there were not enough personnel to operate
them. Even if Egypt were united with
Israel in a war against these opponents, with the combined artillery of both
countries, they still would not have enough manpower to use them.
For two weeks I stayed in Cairo,
learning some political concepts and tactics from the president's
officials. I watched the way he handled
his occupation. I also attempted to
smooth my already glossy relation with my former love, who seemed to be
changing in the modern era.
During the middle of the third week,
the president and some agents paraded down the main streets in Cairo in honor
of a political holiday. The sight
reminded me of the time former President Sadat paraded about the city in
remembrance of the Yom Kippur War, during which renegade agents killed
him.
Halfway through the parade I noticed a
speeding black car in a collision course with the President's Limousine. I called out to him from inside the car to
sit down and to stop waving to his fans.
He told me not to worry. Moments
later, the speeding car allowed a black draped arm holding a semi-automatic
weapon to fire a series of slugs in the direction of his open window. I drew myself backwards, almost splashing my
wife's margarita into the lap of a secret service agent armed with a silenced
Uzi. The president was shot twice: once
in his upper right shoulder, the other scraped his neck causing a blood
spill. Although he was wearing a bullet
resistant vest, it didn't prevent the armor-piercing bullets from shattering
his career. We dragged him inside, in
care of his mortal wounds. I grabbed the
agent's gun and sprayed the speeding car with enough bullets to destroy all its
windows.
We drove to a local hospital and
delivered him to an emergency room where doctors took care of him. I went back to the president's office and
called the vice-president on line #2 over the radio. The vice-president was in Peru at the time,
exploring archaeological findings, which he compared to Egyptology.
Since the vice-president could not be
reached I decided, with the permission of the Minister of Defense, to
temporarily control the land as acting-president. This decision made a few thousand sparks of
interest to Ankhesenamon, who ached to see this happen. Finally, as it would seem, that something of
this nature would again happen to me; that I would be a ruler under similar
circumstances as when I first became pharaoh.
Instead of the traditional coronation
procedures, which take months of planning, and that the nation needed an
immediate ruler to supervise its health, I quickly armed myself with the rank
of “Supreme President”. Should I remain
in power after the wars, only then will I agree to the coronation
procedures.
Without waiting for my enemies to
attack, as if the assassination attempt wasn't a declaration of war, I decided
to wage war against our immediate enemies.
I sent an advisor to France
for the accumulation of emergency tribute, which would pay for the wars. As France once sponsored Egypt as well as
participated in some of its disputes, I could see no reason as to why it
wouldn't help.
As
my first act as president, I ordered
that all the borders and boundary lines of Egypt be frozen until the
dispute is stable. This would prevent
the foreign agents from entering and thus prevent anymore problems such as the
one that just occurred.
I ordered that all military artillery
and soldiers be mobilized for attack on the western border, as Libya is the prime enemy in this
war. I called the Prime Minister of
Israel to accompany us, that is join forces, in this battle and all that follow
as we would be working under the floor-plan established by Sadat. After all the American made and traditional
military equipment was activated, I noticed that at least one-half were still in
the harbors and hangers -- waiting for use.
I placed the ring of Emerauldia on my third finger as I thought about what I
should do next. I decided that I would resurrect all the mummified, ancient
Egyptians found in museums across the world to operate the vehicles of war
still remaining. Since they were already
dead, there won't be any casualties of war. . .
In order to make my idea possible, I
needed to be in an area at the center of
Egypt, this place was the pyramid of
Khufu. I ordered that a couch from
my wife's tomb be placed inside the crypt of Khufu on which I would sleep due
to the power drain that occurs whenever I attempt to resurrect something from
the past. Ankhesenamon was nervous about
my decision, though I was confident this time.
The next day I lay down upon the
ancient platform in the burial chamber of that great pharaoh, holding the ring
with its magical powers. In my hands I
held my original scepters of power, the crook and flail (taken from the museum
under direct order). I concentrated on
the ring as Ankhesenamon stood by me and watched curiously. Soon, the entire chamber was engulfed by
green light. I concentrated upon my
feelings of my past; I thought about all those people I knew and who served
me. I probably didn't take much interest
about them back then, but now I was upset that I didn't acquire a better
relation with them. Nevertheless, I thought about everyone who I had met during
my time as pharaoh, and all those who lived in Kemti.
The energy surrounding me pulsed with activity as I was now in deep
thought. As I later discovered, all the
mummies of the ancient world rose up from their glass cases and flew from their
captivity as wings sprouted from their bandaged bodies. They looked like giant butterflies, storming in clusters and entering the war
machines, which later charged through enemy lines. Their instructions came from me as I lay near
the sarcophagus of a great ruler. I
controlled their thoughts easily, and I also concentrated on falcons, which
flew above them so that I could oversee their progress.
The next day, Libya surrendered at the hands of my "spirit
brigade". I ordered my troops to
collect all foreign vehicles for use on our side, against Syria.
Over
the next month, the nations of Syria, Libya, Palestine, Iran, Iraq, Turkey
(where Hittites used to be), Lebanon and
Jordan succumbed to the power of the ancients under my declaration. The nations of Israel and Sudan were united
with Egypt by their own accord. Saudi
Arabia took no part in this activity, however.
I
ordered that all conquered lands be united with Egypt to form an empire. This empire was labeled "The United
Egyptian Imperial-Republic," and the national flag was composed of many
smaller sections, each of which constituted the original nation's flag. Egypt's flag was once again green with a
crescent moon and three stars, with the added insignia of ancient Egypt: the
scepter of Ptah encircled by waves of fire and water. The scepter emerged from a blue Lotus flower,
and above was seven four-pointed stars.
The manner of government is the
following: ministers are over each section or city, Prime ministers over each
ten ministers. Vice-presidents control
each former country, while four "pharaohs" control four combined
regions with a vice-emperor for every two pharaohs. At the apex is the Supreme Pharaoh or emperor
of the entire realm. The emperor will be
chosen by a two-thirds vote of a congress of ten representatives. The emperor will appoint each
vice-emperor. Each pharaoh will be
elected by a secret ballot by the Prime ministers who in turn are elected by
the ministers. The ministers are thus
chosen directly from the people, as are the ten selected representatives. Well, something like that.
After the war, I visited the president
at the hospital. When I told him what
happened, he was shocked and pleased as well.
I asked him if I could be his co-regent rather than reigning alone with
the permission of the president's subjects.
A long pause followed. I knew
that he wouldn't want a foreigner to rule, although Egypt was dominated by
foreign rule long in between my two lives.
Given his unfortunate situation and his inability to rule directly, he
agreed upon a temporary contract, which proclaimed me as ruler of Egypt and of
its empire. When he is better, only then
will I have to leave office. Although
the president would be the ruler of Egypt, he would not be the emperor of the
territory, which I acquired, meaning that I
would still be the Emperor of the UEIR.
I decided that if I am destined to
rule as emperor, then I must appear as such.
I ordered a palace, large in
size and functions, to be built in the territory bordering Egypt and Sudan. I also proclaimed that all my tomb
possessions that are usable in this life be brought to me. These objects will fill the palace combined
with Ankhesenamon's artifacts so that the palace will look as if it were from
ancient origin. After all, most people
of the world have in the past already seen the tomb possessions so, in a sense,
who will miss them?
The next week I returned to California
and informed my relatives that I will live in the empire most of the time, and
occasionally return to visit. They
didn't realize that I caused the empire to form, and were concerned.
I later discovered that the only
reason I was allowed to rule was in part due to my alleged powers, one of which
is the power of resurrection. I
performed what was necessary, though I did not intend to proclaim myself as a
god as did someone else in the past. . .
The organization of the empire was
running smoothly. Soon enough will the
empire appear as some of the past, such as the Roman Empire. I always wanted to have a large area to rule,
without enemies disturbing the progress of my subjects. That was my wish even before I entered the
embodiment of Tutankhamon. I seem to
have the power to resurrect almost anyone from the past, all except my past
embodiment. The reason is simple: should
I bring back my past body, then the soul within me will have to leave and
therefore send my current embodiment into oblivion. Besides, it wouldn't work anyway; the body is
too destroyed to attempt a resurrection.
Only those preserved, or who have recently died without the soul being
erased, can relive in this world under my permission.
The next problem was the confusion of
religion. With my presence here, many
humans will start to worship me as their ancestors worshipped Jesus as a
spiritual leader. I did not want this to
happen. All I can do is to say that if
they want to worship a god, then they must prove their worthiness to me and
therefore worship anyone from the past whom they think has achieved "enlightenment." This will prevent them from worshipping false
deities.
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