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From the moment Laurence and Sir Hamish left behind St Bernard’s and began to wind their way down to Rome, following the ancient path of Hannibal, through the marbled Tuscany Mountains of Northern Italy; they busied themselves with the operational aspects of what had now become their assignment. Via the sophisticated equipment they carted with them in their caravan of electronic wizardry, all the bits and pieces of their new plan began to crystallize into place and they started to feel more and more at ease with it.

Sir Hamish applied himself with keeping the prisoner disorientated, convinced of the hopelessness of his situation and sure that his future safety depended on co-operating with his captors. He repeatedly went over what would be required of him when they got to Rome and underneath the blindfolding hood, the captive could hear Laurence on the two-way radio going over details with various accomplices giving the obvious opinion that resistance would be useless. When ever they didn’t want the prisoner to hear what they were saying Hamish would lock him in the soundproof toilet cubical that was neatly tucked into the corner of the truck; when it didn’t mater or they wanted him to hear he would be returned to his bunk and shackled into place. In the end he would be required to deliver a message, that’s all; but in the meantime he would have to be convinced he was surrounded by villains that wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he didn’t fully co-operate. His reward for doing everything properly, as instructed, would be his very life.

The problems from Otto’s perspective were insurmountable; when he had taken the assignment he was completely assured it would be a simple uncomplicated process and he would have all the back-up he could possibly need. In Zurich it had certainly been the case but because of how easy it had been to acquire the Breastplate, and how sure he had been of himself, he had dismissed the unit that was assigned to guard him and protect the antiquity, in favor of a low profile return to Rome. Big mistake, by the time he realized that things weren’t going his way and Laurence’s men had surrounded him, it was to late to do any thing about it.

He had been thinking it was quite a smart move not to attract attention to himself by going it alone through the out of the way border crossing instead of having a large contingent of security men by his side. They had picked him off at the right time and place because thinking he was home and hosed; he had just notified his controller in Rome that every thing had gone well and he would be making the delivery on time the next day, so as far as anyone knew that was exactly what was happening.

Otto was sufficiently positioned in his organization so as not to have to take orders from anyone except the very top echelons of power. Many forays into the shadowy world of artifact recovery had made him above suspicion, when it came to his trustworthiness but never the less if he was to abscond at any time with the money or the goods, he knew his life would not be worth living.

Now here he was about to enter the offices of the highest bureaucratic authority in the Holy Sea and tells them he had just bungled away six million Euros of their money and was returning empty handed; he didn’t feel as though his life was very certain at all. The promises of his captors to protect him if he could convince his master and controller of the absolute authenticity of the Breastplate and that it was worth letting him go as well as Joseph McHale to get their hands on it, was going to be the hardest thing he would have to do in his entire life. Even though he hadn’t convinced himself he could do it, he couldn’t see that he had any other options at the moment. Sir Hamish had been absolutely relentless in making sure Otto knew exactly where he stood and that successfully completing their requests was the only way out.

Otto was constantly mulling over in his head the facts as Hamish had presented them, either do it as they prescribed and receive a new identity and a job in some safe corner of the world or die by the hands of his now previous employers. With the inevitability of the approaching bind becoming closer every minute, weighing up the pros and cons of this one was a no brainer; if he didn’t want to walk out on the people he had been associated with before this unfortunate episode had been inflicted upon him, what could he look forward to? Not a lot, all the efforts at becoming the expert in his field had amounted to him being the dogsbody for men he despised; years of bowing and scraping to carve for himself a miserable life in the dusty corners of the dark, dank vaults of a cabal of selfish despots, who liked to occasionally view the secret cashes of undocumented finds, important art and items of rare antiquity.

So why not submit to the demands of his captors? It wasn’t like he would be leaving behind a wife and children, he never had the time or opportunity to make that a reality; the times he had left his gilded prison below the Papal castle was usually to travel to obscure destinations and with military precision acquire trinkets to transport back to his mausoleum of hidden delights. Otto had been bourn into an aristocratic family of European nobles whose status in world affairs had been downgraded because of their connections with Nazi-fascism; he had never really felt part of his family as from a very early age he had been handed over to catholic minders who had brainwashed him into a religion he didn’t have any respect for. Intense schooling had led to an extended period in Seminary vocational positioning and eventually him taking his place as an art expert for the church.

Art hadn’t been one of his personal talents but never the less he had managed to accumulate knowledge that allowed him to top all his classes like Art History; the ability to recognize the work of great masters seemed to be genetically inherited, so to the aura of command that allowed him to move into the position of authority he held within the catholic church. Now he was about to throw all that away to placate these people who had captured him during the course of carrying out his duties and suddenly it didn’t seem all that bad. He was ready to unconditionally agree to aid Sir Hamish and Laurence in convincing the fascist, militaristic wing of the Vatican that the breastplate they had sent him to acquire was indeed worth the added price of the release of Joe McHale.

On his release in front of St. Peters Square, Otto was well primed, wired and equipped to complete the essential task he was given by his new associates and was looking forwards to achieving it so he could get on with the new life they were promising him. Sir Hamish and Laurence had satisfied themselves they could trust him although they would monitor him throughout all the phases he would have to complete for them to succeed in the task at hand.

St. Peter’s Square, Rome

While Natalie and Buzz were in transit back to the Villa on the Mediterranean, they had time to go over the revelations they had received since leaving there the day before. Their conversation had an aspect of privacy about it as James there chuffer had donned a set of head phones and was alternating between two-way conversations with the mobile unit and some of his favorite music which happened to be on storage disc in the consul of the car he was driving .

“How do you fell about Jesus now that you have had insights into the nature of his calling and a rethink about his miraculous birthright” thoughtfully asked Buzz

“Strangely enough I feel much closer than I ever have before; I haven’t been a fan of religion in any form, tending to think of them as trouble making organizations hiding behind a semblance of piety, manipulating old stories to prop up their own authority.

So I hadn’t ever really thought of Jesus except in those terms, but now his teachings are starting to make sense to me.”

“Go on” said Buzz

“My limited knowledge had been gleaned from my school days and the standard tales that were told. His miraculous conception to a woman of no particular importance, the birth in a manger at what I imagined was Israel’s tidy town of Bethlehem and a back-water early childhood as a nobody carpenter. I wondered about his exile into Egypt and thought he mush have received some kind of official education there because when he returned he seemed to be so knowledgeable. Why he waited till he was thirty to start his ministry was a mystery to me and then to go around doing miracles until his death and resurrection seemed like it fell into the same category as Greek mythology. So to sum up what I felt about it all would be; why go thorough all that to appease a god who was so mean he required the torturing and murder of his so called son, only to take him away to a mysterious heaven and leave behind a bunch of inadequate apostles to start a church that didn’t seem to do anything for the benefit of man kind except favor a small portion of Mediterranean types. I’m afraid it didn’t do anything for me except make sure I steered clear of anyone who would want to convince me to believe as it was a faith I had no interest in and any study directed towards that area seemed pointless.”

Buzz cut in and requisitioned further comment, “I repeat my question, what do you think now?”

“In perspective to what we have been learning, I can see clearly where he fits in; the spirit he was connecting to was vastly different to the Santa Clause type god I had assumed was the God of the Old Testament. Suddenly his teachings fill my mind with relevance for all peoples of this Earth of ours regardless of their stated religion. I can envisage Him having no more respect for a Trinity or Godhead that absented the feminine than I do. If the Mary’s, that were so predominant in the gospels, were the descended authority of the Breastplate and he had been educated by them in the Ancient Egyptian and Syro-Phoenician ways as well as the Hebrew-Judaism’s he has been accredited with, then the stories of the woman at the well, the stoning of the woman he saved and his association with Mary Magdalene start to make a lot more sense to me, even though he was beating his head against a chauvinistic brick wall that still exists till this day.”

“What about the Miracles?” asked Buzz, as he propped himself up in the corner of the car, indicating he was ready for a long answer and a good story.

“Well let’s take the walking on the water incident; it seems straightforward enough if you take it on face value as reported in the Koine Greek, New Testament Documents; but as you might know they often wrote in a style called Peshitta, a Syrian Aramaic style that allows the writer to layer the text with deeper meanings for those that have ears. Now I know what it means to have those ears on, I feel as though I can expound on the deeper meaning.

If Jesus was considered a messiah to some of those in the Jewish faction of his entourage, then to those knowledgeable in the Egyptian beliefs he would have been considered a Horus; this would have entitled him to a special education to prepare for the transition towards becoming Osiris. In fulfilling that role Jesus would have been expected to unite the two kingdoms of his day, which we have been learning was the Roman based Greek speaking rulers of the Mediterranean and the Syrian based,

Aramaic speaking Parthians, who had been kicked out of Egypt by Julius Caesar and pursued into Mesopotamian by Mark Antony. Jesus knew that if he was to unite these two long term enemies he was going to have to walk both sides of the river, speak both languages as well as the Hebrew of the Jews who occupied the middle ground and the Holy city of Jerusalem. If he was truly a Prince of Peace, a Horus and was going to become a King of Kings, an Osiris then he would have been expected to walk on the water that occupied the gulf that separated the two cultures as well as raise an army of peaceful disciples and apostles to assist him in bringing about His united Kingdom of God.

From a woman’s perspective, specifically one who had been raised as an Isis, Mary would have seen Jesus as an ideal candidate for the weighing of the heart ceremony. Considering what we have learnt about the authority of the Breastplate and how that power was transferred, Mary Magdalene was perfectly positioned to be that woman and when she anointed Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair, it was symbolic that she had accepted Him as her Osiris.

Now back to the miracle of walking on the water; this was symbolic of his unique ability to walk both sides of the symbolic Nile which at that time ran through the disputed territories of Israel and Judah and even though Jesus and His Osirian mission was destined to be rejected by the western authorities, his presence was welcomed in the east. From the time of His crucifixion the veil of the temple was rent in two, East went east and west went west; this had the effect of pushing Jesus’ followers and the women of the Breastplate deeper into Parthian territory. Confirming this is the fact that Paul, known as Saul at the time, led Military style attacks on followers of the Way into Parthian Damascus for Ten years after the Crucifixion.

Gabriel cut in feeling the need to review what Nat was saying,

“If I am not mistaken what you are saying is, in your opinion, the factions aligned with the European culture surrounding Jesus at the time of His crucifixion robed themselves of the opportunity to be more closely attuned to the teachings and the principles of the authority of the Breastplate by their rejection of Jesus and the women that accompanied Him.”

“Yes” replied Natalie

“So the Greek speaking Roman style Jews like Saul, never had the authority of the Breastplate or the Ark of the Covenant?”

“Not since the time of Cleopatra and Mark Antony’s dedication to the building of the second Temple that Elizabeth and Zacharias withdrew from.”

“Then what follows is if Jesus and Mary had of been received as the Osiris and Isis of their day then they would have been installed as the King and Queen of a united Roman- Parthian peace pact that would have had a correctly operating temple and staff at the heart of a Jerusalem based new world order.” said Buzz

“Instead, when they rejected this by crucifying the Christ, they ignited a war between East and West that we are still feeling the effects today.”

“Do I take it for granted that you think Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married, as is now commonly suspected?” asked Buzz

“I know they were, but as with everything else we have been learning, you have to put that into perspective with what was going on at the time. I would like you to think about the ‘Wedding at Cana’ which was comprehensively documented as the moment Jesus began His miraculous career by turning ‘Water into Wine’. If we look at the record of that event without our rose colored glasses on and listen to the author with ears that are prepared to hear, then it isn’t difficult to imagine what was going on here was bigger than the simple marriage of two unnamed people. The bringing together of important factions was traditionally celebrated by the pairing off of a princess with a prince and the associated harems and households merging into one.

The type of people that Jesus and Mary were hanging around with were hostile towards the Herodean dictator that overshadowed their lives with threats of death, on a daily basis, for any act that they might deem seditious or blasphemous. The Pharisees and Sadducees, who were the ruling class of the time, would not hesitate to arrest, torture, crucify or cut the head off any one they thought might be plotting to overthrow them or their evil system.”

“So, it doesn’t take a genius to work out, if Jesus’ religious party, that had inherited the followers of the recently beheaded John the Baptist, was going to wed the Syro-Phoenicians Princess, Mary of Magdala in Cana that they wouldn’t have been handing out invitations in Jerusalem.”

“No and if you were so inclined as to be filled with the same spirit as Jesus and Mary in regards to their desire for a new ruling class in Jerusalem then you would have had to learn to keep your mouth shut because Herod II had his spies everywhere. If you wanted to inform others about the recent happy event in which many people were filled with the spirit to support a new kingdom that would treat people fairly, then it would have been wise to use the Peshitta technique of talking about a bridegroom turning vessels that were filled with a low octane content into supercharged versions that were filled with the new high octane spirit so desperately desired at the time.”

“Please continue” said Buzz

“If my explanation of Jesus turning ‘water into wine’ has the deeper meaning of Baptism in the Holy Spirit, then when He called for the empty vessels, that were then filled with water from the well, it was symbolic of saying those that had received the baptism of John and had knowledge of the old ways. When he turned them into being filled with wine it was symbolic of making them priests and priestesses in His coming Kingdom of God and from thereon in considered filled with the Holy Spirit.

One of them was singled out and presented to the Master, who on pronouncing ‘the best had been left to last’ bestowed upon her the honor of becoming His high priestess or Isis, depending on how you looked at it. But this knowledge was only for those that had ears because if the powers that be, of the time, had of got wind of what had been going on they would have been hunted down and slaughtered like dogs; probably by Saul of Tarsus the guy who was responsible for producing most of the Greek New Testament and for teaming up with Simon to become Peter and Paul, the founding fathers of the Catholic Church in Rome.

From then on in whenever Jesus was ‘healing the sick’, ‘giving sight to the blind’, ‘raising the dead’ he would be forgiving their previous shortcomings and enlisting them into the swelling ranks of His revitalized movement for political change and when He ‘fed the multitudes’ he would be educating them in ‘The Way’. The Pharisees’ and Sadducees’ found all this heretical to ‘their way’ of worshiping ‘Yahweh’, their god, but as we know Jesus considered them to be ‘Hypocrites, sons of Satan and a brood of vipers’.

Simon Peter was part of the Pharisee’s dispersia of synagogues in the Roman occupied parts of Palestine like Capernaum, on the Sea of Galilee; so as with other Pharisees he could have been called to report to the ruling class Sadducees that occupied the very best of positions in the city of Jerusalem and worshiped at the Temple daily. It was at one such meeting that he denied Jesus three times, leading to His crucifixion even though the day before when Jesus had predicted that Simon, Peter would do this to Him ‘before the cock crowed three times’ and had said to him ‘get behind me Satan’ for suggesting that Jesus was indeed ‘the Christ’ or in other words the one they intended to nail to a cross.”

“Truly amazing!” exclaimed Buzz “Please continue”

“Saul was a King in Hebrew tradition, a sleazy individual, with the backing of the Empirical power of his day. David was the honorable young man of the people who rose up with the backing of the Edomites, the Arabic speaking peoples of his day, to eventually defeat Saul and unite the Kingdoms from Babylon to Kush. When the peoples started talking about Jesus as being the descendant of David and the Heir to his throne, it was only natural that anyone named after Saul would have been offended; especially if you had of been in with the rulers of Jerusalem at the time, which Saul of Tarsus was. Tarsus was a Greek speaking, Romanized front line town in the war against Aramaic Speaking Parthians from the Province of Pontius in Asia Minor. Pilot, the Roman backed Governor of occupied Judea, the one that washed his hands over the unjust condemning of Jesus to crucifixion by the Sanhedrin of Jewish leaders, was also from that area and must have know Saul personally. It was in this context that Pontius Pilot was asked to judge between acknowledging Jesus as the Davidic King of the Jews or what turned out to be Saul’s choice of the murderous Bar-abbas [Bar, meaning son of. Abbas meaning the fathers] or loosely translated ‘choice of the church fathers’.

Now I think it is extremely relevant to point out at this time that Saul, who was to become Paul, by his own admitions in his Koine Greek letters to the dispersia of roman Christian churches of the first century, begins a ten year reign of terror against the followers of Jesus by pushing them as far back into Parthian territories as possible. Eventually after being captured on a raid into Damascus, classifying himself as a prisoner of Jesus and a stint in Arabia, he reinvents himself as an evangelist and teams up with Simon, Peter the one who denied Jesus three times on the crucial night and Bar-nabbas his cousin to tour around the Mediterranean collecting moneys for the poor people in his church at Jerusalem; to which he failed in delivering.

Call me silly if you like, but I just don’t get it how this man then gets to dictate letters to the seven churches of his day as if he is speaking as God, for God, about Jesus whom he’d crucified on maters of controversial dogmatic doctrine, while he is in jail awaiting trial for his part in the atrocities that were committed in Judea during his time there. When did the people become so naive that they could mistake a murders apologetics as the Word of God and believe him when he says that the man that he murdered died so their sins could be forgiven? Wake up and smell the coffee!”

“What?” grunted Buzz

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” asked James handing over a flask whilst he was still driving

“Yeah, thanks.” Came the reply as he took the container with screw on cup and poured one for him and Natalie to share.

What had just happened was that a long and sustained pause had descended on the conversation because they had drifted off into another vision off the past. Gabe commented on this and began to recount what it was that they had witnessed. “We had been seeing through the eyes of Jesus and Mary while they were reclining in a room with twelve others. There was a low table in the center of the room filled with bread and various dishes of a Mediterranean cuisine; the wine was flowing and the air was filled with the aroma of a Turkish style hooker pipe, which was being shared by all; the women that had provided the feast were hovering on the outskirts of the room and were tending to favor the kitchen area.

Jesus was speaking, everybody’s attention was focused on what it was He was trying to impress on them; the importance of the moment was obvious to all present as he was attempting to summarize His teachings and in going over what He had been saying, He reached into the center of the table and picked up the largest loaf of bread that hadn’t been eaten. When he held it out in front of himself and asked them to consider it the body off his knowledge, Mary sniggered and indicated to Him that she didn’t think they were getting it. He asked them if they could manage to always remember one thing about him when they spoke of this day and that was He knew the geometry of the placebo sphere, he was holding in front of them, in such a way as He could divide it into twelve equal pieces. He did this while handing each of them a piece and saying it represented many things, like the twelve tribes of Jacob or in a simile of the World, a North Pole, a South Pole and ten kingdoms in-between. His understanding of things was multi-dimensional as opposed to the two-dimensional thinking that would divide up a piece of bread like it was a pizza. He invited them to think about that, whenever they sat down to enjoy a meal with one another.

Before he was finished with the lesson but after he successfully plucked twelve crusty bits from the large ball of bread, He dramatically held on to the soft doughy center for Himself, plunged it into a goblet of wine and finally held it up high with the blood red liquid dripping down his arm. It actually looked like he was holding a severed body part when he explained, to His now riveted audience, this was the heart of the matter. He pleaded with them to never forget He sweated blood over the essence of the message he was asking them to take into all the world; in God’s Kingdom all peoples deserved an equal portion, no piece was more important than any other and if they valued the teaching, they would never share wine with anyone without making a point of it.

Dumas and the ones that spoke mainly Aramaic seemed to totally understand what He was saying because He had spoken to them about it in their language; but Simon, Peter and his mates who had only an acquired knowledge of His language, seemed to quibble about the meaning of His display, in their favored language of Koine Greek, saying that they thought He wanted them to eat His body and drink His Blood. Mary laughed again and said that She thought they would never get it.

Jesus was visibly upset as he instructed Judas to go to the Sanhedrin and tell them he was ready to have it out with them; He said that he would be waiting in the garden of Gethsemane for them on his return and he looked at Simon, Peter with distain as he left the room. Mary tried to follow Him but He dismissed Her and said that He would see Her again after the evenings events were over. She knew what was about to happen as they had discussed it many times; He had always maintained that this rebellious right wing Greco- Judean ruling class, as well as the Romans, had the right to participate in the peaceful Kingdom of God even if they were never likely to embrace it. The fact they would probably crucify Him in His attempts to take them His plans was inconsequential to Jesus as His vision of the future had shown Him He would be together with Mary, in their fathers Kingdom, after this part of it was over.

Simon, Peter and his mates were planning to deny Him before the night was out and in doing so would claim that he was only fulfilling scripture and that it had to happen for the salvation of all. This was assuming God was a God requiring Human Sacrifice, even though on several occasions Jesus had said, ‘He had come for compassion not sacrifice’ but their unreasonable desire for Jesus’ blood to cleanse them of their sin was ingrained in their belief system and could not be shaken, no matter what Jesus said.

As it was, the evening’s events played themselves out just as Mary had predicted and it wasn’t till he was hanging on the cross that she saw him again. She was distraught at His suffering but sure He wouldn’t die and was prepared to stay by His side while all others forsook Him. It was her that arranged for the Opium to be sponged to Him on the end of the spear that would eventually piece His side; it was her that begged the Roman soldier not to put the spear in so deep that it would kill him and it was her that waited outside his tomb for him to be revived and doctored back to good health. She alone told the others that He had survived before she went with him into Parthian controlled Tadmore or Palmyra as the Greeks knew it.

From the ancient trading capital deep inside Syria, the descendants of Cleopatra and Elizabeth would rule beside their respective Parthian Kings until the time of the famous Zenobia, two hundred years later, when she would win back Egypt from Roman control and create the environment for what would become Islam. In that part of the world for the next fifteen hundred years, the western powers would regret the day they crucified Jesus instead of accepting His offer of peace. While the Roman Empire crumbled and the Eastern based cultures flourished, the Golden years of Islam put some kind of Balance in what would have been a World wide dictatorship of misguided Caesars.”

Chapter Thirteen https://wayneswordpress.wordpress.com/2009/02/20/chapter-thirteen-%E2%80%99breastplate-of-narmer%E2%80%99/

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