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The world they had entered was gloomy in a way that someone from our side of the flood would have difficulty understanding because we have never experienced anything like it. The firmament was saturated with moisture quite differently than even a prolonged European winter; the cloud was much higher and the soft diffusion of light hung like a fog. Other than that, they had manifested themselves into another fine Atlantean day.

The Sumerian basin, before it was covered with water and then deep layers of clay, was distinguishable from the modern map in that the now named Persian Gulf was more like a wide river and ran from the old city of Babylon into the Arabian Sea. It was easy to see why no evidence of a previous civilization could be found but Natalie and Buzz knew exactly what they were looking at because of the distinctive towering structures scattered around the whole area. Their familiarity with the famous towers and the abundance of hanging gardens, used as an irrigation technique, acted like a honing beacon for their search. Seeking the geographical center of this ancient swarming mass of humanity became the obvious goal and this was achieved relatively easily because the largest of the stepped structures were visible from any perimeter point of the metropolis.

The invisible presence of our adventurous couple resisted the urge to explore the unfamiliar lifestyles of the unusual occupants of this city and instead bee lined for the center of pre-flood Babylon and its more affluent rulers. As they moved closer to the palatial hub, familiar trappings of authoritarian rule became more noticeable and pointed the way ahead towards locating the more influential persons and their daily activities. Soon the visions of what could only be described as a royal court in session, dominated this sortie into the past.

Eight rays of tribal hierarchy radiated outward from the focus of this purpose built Senature. Centered and raised for effect, sat the suitably attired reigning monarch, effectively presiding over what seemed to be an important day in the lives of this council of men. While they were interacting with one another, almost bickering, a hush flooded over the crowd and without any obvious prompting a solid golden eagle, with a wingspan of three meters or more, was hoisted above the kings’ head from behind the throne.

Words saturated the entire complex as if from some unseen amplification system and had the same effect as if God had parted the clouds and boomed the instructions personally. It must have been a warning about the impending deluge because no sooner had the proclamation been made than the people started to evacuate with haste and the heavy rain began bucketing down. The King stood to leave via his own portal, followed by the eight factional leaders through theirs and this had a tidal wave effect similar to dropping a large bolder into the middle of a mill pond.

Noticeably, some of the inhabitants resisted the flow and it was towards them that Natalie and Buzz concentrated their efforts to understand what had just happened. They seemed to be the attendants to this venue and as the building emptied of its patrons, they busied themselves the way dedicated vassals do after their masters have left, by packing up the valuables and following close behind. An argument broke out over what to do with the Great Golden Eagle and this was what kept our time travellers riveted to the scene. This magnificent and weighty treasure was about to be removed from where it had obviously resided for a very long time and the right to procure it was being decided by a show of swords.

While the victors struggled over the physical task they had won the honour to perform, the vanquished rallied themselves into a force that suddenly had something else on their minds.

It was because Nat recognized some of the faces of this group from a previous foray into the past, that she decided to follow what they were doing instead of sticking with Buzz and the group he was following.

Her intuition turned out to be wise because as they moved out of the Senature, they bee-lined for the temple complex and with no real opposition, waded into a crowd of exiting worshipers like a pack of front row forwards. Soon they had the whole place to themselves and tearing back the veil to the inner sanctum revelled just what Natalie suspected was the purpose of the intrusion, the Golden Ark and our Lady wearing the Breastplate of Narmer.

Buzz followed the men who had removed the Golden Eagle from its ancient nesting place to where they loaded it on to a substantial four wheeled cart and joined a caravan of regal stature as it was hastily leaving the now obviously doomed city. The wealthiest citizens had organized an eastern express route for themselves and all they could reasonably transport on such short notice. The misty air had become heavy with rain, which was making the journey difficult but not impossible because of a well built road connecting this city with their trading partners of the Indus Valley.

The leading soldiers were just pushing people and their goods off the road and into the mud to expedite the progress of the royal caravan. Before the most privileged broke free from the pack, the cart carrying the Golden Eagle had caught up and, as Buzz would recall later, left behind the multitudes to an uncertain fate. The coastal road they were following eventually began to flood; the whole expedition turned north east onto much more dishevelled roads and as the torrential rains increased so did the dreaded mud, slowing the whole process down to a crawl but at least they were staying ahead of the rising waters which was more than you could say for those unfortunates that were left behind.

Meanwhile Nat was following the progress of Mereneith and her loyal band of followers as they gathered her and all they could carry to make their way out of the forsaken city. They headed west against the now flowing tide of waters that was washing down into the gulf; the going was hard from the very beginning of their journey, as opposed to the organize exodus that Buzz was following. It was a miracle the final four even made it to the boat that was waiting upstream for them, even though the heavy carts that were accompanying them had to be diverted to higher ground. Shem, Ham and Japheth said final farewells and made agreements on where to meet up after the rain stopped, pointing in the direction of Mt. Ararat. The last few kilometres were travelled on foot eventually hoisting their Mother onto their shoulders and wading to the now floating Noah’s Ark.

History was adrift and the future rulers of Egypt were its passengers; forty days and nights meant a very long time in the past and unfortunately those who successfully completed the mission of getting the precious artefacts to the high cave in the mountains probably perished, but before they did the treasures they carried were safely stowed in the pre-arrange place.


‘Land ahoy.’ Came the cry from the other side of the hatch that was being knocked on loudly enough to pull Nat and Buzz back into their reality; they were in Grants’ Ship heading towards N.Z.

‘We’re up, we’re up.’ Repeated Buzz, to put a stop to the confounding noise

‘Wow! What a journey we’ve had.’ Said Nat

‘Yes,’ responded Buzz ‘let’s go find the others and discuss it with them while it’s fresh in our minds.’

They quickly dressed and headed for the Galley hoping to find the others and surely enough that’s where they were stuffing themselves with cereals and lashings of freshly expressed coffee, soon they were doing the same.

‘How long till disembarking?’ asked Nat

‘About half an hour or so.’ Answered Jim as Grant indicated he had to get back to the bridge, reluctantly leaving Laurence to quiz his favourite couple on what revelations they might have to impart

‘Please tell us what you have learnt; I can see by the smirks on your faces that it is something fascinating.’

‘You’re not kidding!’ exclaimed Buzz ‘We found just what you were talking about at the heart of a pre-flood Babylon, just before it began to rain.’

‘Describe it to me.’ Said an enthusiastic Laurie

‘The wingspan must have been about three meters, the posture was that of a bird in full flight and its eyes were piercingly alive

with transparent topaz. The weight of the gold was as much as three men could lift and the quality of the workmanship was out of this world. If this artefact is still in existence and hasn’t been melted down then its value would be incalculable.’ Said Nat

‘What about its owner?’

‘The situation in this civilization seemed to be made up of at least two factions; the political arm, led by a ruling monarch and the religious patrons who gravitated towards a temple run by a priestly caste. While this latter group were guardians of the sacred items we are familiar with, it was the more secular types organized into an Enid of authoritarian rule and their king, who ultimately laid claim to the Great Golden Eagle.’

‘What happened to it?’

‘It was taken high into the mountains of north eastern Iran via a series of makeshift camps but I haven’t managed to track it any further than that on its way to a permanent nest.’

Natalie cut into Buzz’s account of their nocturnal journey and added to the overall understanding of the important nature of the structure of power that existed before the flood. ‘I followed the religious leaders which turned out to be those associated with the ones we have come to know as Noah’s crew on the Arc which survived the deluge. Their desire to follow the directions of an unseen creator god separated them from the Enid of authoritarian rule, who brought about the destruction of their world by oppressing those who chose not to worship the system of power that honoured the Golden Eagle you have us searching for, rather than honouring the Word of God which was emanating from the Oracle of the Temple, that all of us here know, from our last adventure.’

Laurence cut into the line of thought she was following ‘Yes, you are probably right about that and I’m sure we all would have been better off if they followed the wisdoms espoused, but this is not about philosophies it’s about tracking down an artefact that will benefit us in our Quest.’

‘Alright Laurie, point taken but I think it is important to understand the bi-polar nature of this division of power and how that it has continually had an ongoing effect on the world as we know it and the ones we are going to have to track if we are to understand this mystery better.’ Stated Nat

‘If you two are finished, I would like to get back to what I was saying.’ Said Buzz and since there were no objections he continued ‘I think the archaeological evidence supports the re-emergence of civilizations after the flood as being a multi-cultural affair and not just a Judaic-patriarchal one. The post-flood cradle of civilization in the area that we are interested in was referred to in the biblical record as that of the Elamites. Now Elam was a grandson of Narmer\Noah and a son of Shem, born before the flood and a possible candidate for the power struggle that ensued after the end of the thousand year reign of the Methuselah dynasty.

While most of our previous enquiries into the past centered on the world of the ancient Egyptians, I don’t think it would be very productive to concentrate our efforts in that area this time. Rather we should be looking for clues in the indigenous tribes of the Indus Valley and the hinterland that fed its famous rivers. In the real time world of resent archaeology we should be looking at the artefacts and remains of the civilizations known as the Namazgas, Hongshans and Mehrgaarh.’

‘Brilliant, Dr. Izzard you certainly know your stuff. All those years of study weren’t wasted on you.’ Commented Laurie

‘So what you are inferring,’ added Natalie ‘is that the family split between Noah\ Narmer and their descendants over who was going to govern the post-flood world was an East-West split centered around the Sumerian basin and that the Elamites were connected to the emerging Eastern cultures as well as the ones who are most likely to have had the Great Golden Eagle we are looking for.’

‘Precisely,’ answered Buzz ‘If my memory serves me well, the archaeological evidence of Iran’s interest in Elamite artefacts shows that they were a highly advanced culture who lived in the habitual areas of the real golden eagles and were the first ones to use the image on their earthenware’s and metalwork. They were the first to develop agriculture, herding of animals, weaving, writing in glyphs and producing golden artefacts of great skill. They were the first ones this side of the flood to produce pyramid-like structures and spoke one of the oldest know languages known to man.’

All these things and more evolved out of the caves and slopes of north-eastern Iran into the Zagros mountains and eventually to the Elamite capital of Susa, where they preceded the Babylon of biblical times at ruling the whole of the Sumerian basin. Simultaneously the Harappeans were developing a similar culture in the Indus Valley as their trading partners on the Persian sea. The similarities in the Proto-Elamite written language and the Dravidic script confirm the relationship between the two Arian races.

A member of the crew entered the galley from the direction of the bridge and loudly announced to the engrossed group that it was time to make their way to the stern and prepare themselves for transfer to Owhiro on the service skip that was ready to go; the captain had brought them safely into Kawhia Harbor.

Previously, at thirty thousand feet, Nicks’ secretary had enthusiastically put him to bed; she pulled a short red satin bathrobe out of a bedside draw, slipped it on to her tall slender frame and made her way to the control center which was her regular domain. If she was going to get any rest on this trip it would be when everything that could be done, had been and as it was at the moment, Nick would want answers to enquiries she was yet to make.

‘Hello Silvia, sorry to call you in the middle of the night but we are on route to your part of the world and I wanted to make sure you were up to date on the latest goss.’

‘What?’ came the sleepy reply

‘Good, I knew you wouldn’t mind. You must have heard how William and Hillary got ripped off in Africa last year; well we’re hot on the trail of the perpetrators and they are heading your way.’

‘Why are you telling me this?’

‘Because my dear; you are going to get of you fat ass and rally you coven of morons to conjure up the information Nick is going to demand before we get there or there’s going to be hell to pay.’

Well that should do the trick; she thought to herself as she severed the connection and wandered over to the fridge to extract a cold chicken. Pulling it apart with her bare hands, Elisha B Dogsbody devoured it with the ravenous appetite she always seemed to have after mad sex.

Chapter Three




William I was a Stadtholder (Dutch for Steward) It is comparable with the French title Lieutenant, England’s fifteenth century Lord Lieutenant with the Italian title of Doge.

Henrietta Maria was Princess of France and Queen Consort of England, Scotland and Ireland through her marriage to Charles I. She was the mother of two kings, Charles II and James II, and was grandmother to Mary II, William III, and Anne of Great Britain. She was also, through her daughter Henrietta, Duchess of Orléans, the ancestor of Louis XV, Louis XVI, Louis XVII, Louis XVIII & Charles X. Through the illegitimate children of Charles II, she is a direct ancestor of Princess Diana , Prince William and Prince Harry.

William II was a Stadtholder of the the United Provinces of the Netherlands On May 2, 1641 William married Mary Henrietta Stuart, the Princess Royal, the eldest daughter of King Charles I of England and Queen Henrietta Maria in the Chapel Royal, Whitehall Palace, London.

Mary, Princess Royal’s ancestors were

Father: Charles I of England

Paternal Grandfather: James I of England

Paternal Great-grandfather: Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley

Paternal Great-grandmother: Mary I of Scotland

Paternal Grandmother: Anne of Denmark

Paternal Great-grandfather: Frederick II of Denmark

Paternal Great-grandmother: Sophie of Mecklenburg-Güstrow

Mother: Henrietta Maria of France

Maternal Grandfather: Henry IV of France

Maternal Great-grandfather: Antoine de Bourbon

Maternal Great-grandmother: Jeanne III of Navarre

Maternal Grandmother: Marie de’ Medici

Maternal Great-grandfather: Francesco I de’ Medici

Maternal Great-grandmother: Johanna of Austria

William III of England and Mary II of England

Co-regents 1689-95

Upon the death of Charles II in 1685, the Duke of York became King as James II in England and Ireland (and as James VII in Scotland). He had a controversial religious policy and the King James Bible;

On 30 June, the Immortal Seven secretly requested William—then in the Netherlands with Mary—to come to England with an army. At first, William was reluctant; he was jealous of his wife’s position as the heiress to the English Crown and feared that she would become more powerful than he was. Mary, however, convinced her husband that she did not care for political power, telling him "she would be no more but his wife, and that she would do all that lay in her power to make him King for life". William agreed to invade and issued a declaration which referred to James’ newborn son as the "pretended Prince of Wales". He also gave a list of grievances of the English people and stated that his proposed expedition was for the sole purpose of having "a free and lawful Parliament assembled". The Dutch army finally landed on 5 November, having been turned back by a storm in October. The disaffected English Army and Navy went over to William, and English people’s confidence in James stood so low that they did not attempt to save their King. On 11 December, the defeated King attempted to flee, but was intercepted. A second attempt at flight, on 23 December, was successful: James escaped to France where he lived in exile until his death.

Mary was upset by the circumstances surrounding the deposition of her father, but William ordered her to appear cheerful on their triumphant arrival in London. As a result, she was criticised for appearing cold to her father’s plight. James, too, wrote a diatribe against her criticising her disloyalty, an action which deeply affected the pious Mary.

The invasion marked the final defeat of England in the Anglo-Dutch Wars of the 17th century. However, the personal union, the common market and the merging of the English and Dutch navies shifted the dominance in world trade from the Netherlands to England (and then the United Kingdom of Great Britain). Although most in England accepted William as Sovereign, he faced considerable opposition in Scotland and Ireland. The Scottish Jacobites—those who believed that James VII was the legitimate monarch—won a stunning victory on 27 July 1689 at the Battle of Killiecrankie, but were nevertheless subdued within a month. William’s reputation suffered following the Massacre of Glencoe (1692), in which 78 Highland Scots were murdered or died of exposure for not properly pledging their allegiance to the new King and Queen. Bowing to public opinion, William dismissed those responsible for the massacre, though they still remained in his favour; in the words of the historian John Dalberg-Acton, "one became a colonel, another a knight, a third a peer and a fourth an earl."

Whilst William was away fighting, his wife, Mary II, governed the realm, but acted on his advice. Each time he returned to England, Mary gave up her power to him without reservation, an arrangement that lasted for the rest of Mary’s life. William endowed the College of William and Mary (in present day Williamsburg, Virginia) in 1693. Nassau, the capital of The Bahamas, is named after Fort Nassau, which was renamed in 1695 in his honor. Similarly Nassau County, New York a county on Long Island, is a namesake. Long Island itself was also known as Nassau during early Dutch rule. Though many alumni of Princeton University think that Princeton, N.J. (and hence the university) was named in his honor, this is probably untrue. Nassau Hall, at the university campus, is so named, however.

The modern day Orange Institution is named after William III, and makes a point of celebrating his victory at the Boyne. New York City was briefly renamed New Orange for him in 1673 after the Dutch recaptured the city, which had been renamed New York by the British in 1665. His name was applied to the fort and administrative center for the city on two separate occasions reflecting his different sovereign status—first as Fort Willem Hendrick in 1673, and then as Fort William in 1691 when the English evicted Colonists who had seized the fort and city.

William and Mary (the Adam and Eve of Virginia)

William Randolph (1650– 1711) was a colonist and land owner who played an important role in the history and government of the Commonwealth of Virginia. He moved to Virginia sometime between 1669 and 1673, and married Mary Isham (1652–December 29*, 1735) a few years later. His descendants included several prominent political figures, including Thomas Jefferson and John Marshall. Genealogists have taken an interest in him for his progeny’s many marital alliances, referring to him and Mary Isham as "the Adam and Eve of Virginia".

*The same day Mary II supposable died in 1694 at the age of 32.

The Randolphs were established gentry, in England, meaning that they had property and a family tradition of knightly military service signified by a coat of arms. Although the family can be directly traced back only as far as 1500, the name appears in the Doomsday Book and there is a distinguished Scottish family with which they may have been connected. There is better evidence that they were descended from Surety Barons of Magna Carta through a female line. The historian David Hackett Fisher shows a chart illustrating gentry intermarriages in which the Randolphs and Ishams figure. Although there is no record of William’s attending a university, his half-uncle Thomas Randolph was an Oxford don and noted poet.

After his arrival in Virginia, Randolph began working as an "undertaker" (building contractor), before turning to tobacco farming. Even after he had acquired property, a tax roll refers to him as "William Randolph, Merchant". At some point he owned a ship which travelled between Bristol, England and his dock at Turkey Island. Randolph held multiple official appointments. At the local level, he became clerk of Henrico County Court in 1673 and held the position until he was asked to serve as a justice of the peace in 1683. He also served as sheriff and coroner.

In addition, Randolph represented Henrico County in every assembly of the House of Burgesses from 1684 to 1698, was the Speaker of the House of Burgesses in 1698, and was the Clerk of the House from 1699 to 1702. He fell ill in August of 1702 and his son, William, took his place. Randolph resigned the clerkship completely in March of 1703.

Randolph was also one of the founders and first trustees of the College of William and Mary. His son, John Randolph, was awarded a knighthood on a trip to London to secure a royal charter for the College.

Randolph was a friend of William Byrd and served as an advisor to Byrd’s sons during their political careers. He is mentioned in one of Byrd’s diaries without the supercilious tone Byrd employed with most of his contemporaries, no small character reference. Byrd also describes a visit to Tuckahoe Plantation around 1733.

He built a mansion on the Turkey Island plantation on high ground overlooking the island and the river. It featured a ribbed dome and was known as the "Bird’s Cage

Thomas Jefferson was born on April 13, 1743 into a family closely related to some of the most prominent individuals in Virginia, the third of eight children. His mother was Jane Randolph, daughter of Isham Randolph, a ship’s captain and sometime planter, first cousin to Peyton Randolph, and granddaughter of wealthy English gentry. Jefferson’s father was Peter Jefferson, a planter and surveyor in Albemarle County(Shadwell, then Edge Hill, Virginia.) He was of Welsh descent. When Colonel William Randolph, an old friend of Peter Jefferson, died in 1745, Peter assumed executorship and personal charge of William Randolph’s estate in Tuckahoe as well as his infant son, Thomas Mann Randolph

Witch one is the Head Master?

Thomas Jefferson               –          Thomas Malthus         or        the Viscount Melbourne

(April 13, 1743 – July 4, 1826) (13 February 1766 – 23 Dec 1834) ( 5 March 1779 – 24 Nov 1848)

Thomas Jefferson was a political philosopher, a man of the Enlightenment and knew many intellectual leaders in Britain and France. Jefferson served as the wartime Governor of Virginia (1779–1781), first United States Secretary of State(1789–1793) and second Vice President (1797–1801) before becoming the 3rd President .

He was born in 1743 into a family closely related to some of the most prominent individuals in Virginia, the third of eight children. His mother was Jane Randolph, daughter of Isham Randolph (a ship’s captain who owned a ship which travelled between Bristol, England and his dock at Turkey Island), first cousin to Peyton Randolph, and granddaughter of wealthy English gentry. She came from a leading Tidewater family, and had a noble bloodline ranging back to various locations in England and Scotland. Family lore held her as descended from various European royalty ranging as far back as Charlemagne. The first record of Jane’s presence in Virginia is her marriage to Peter Jefferson on October 3, 1739.

Peter Jefferson, a self-educated jack of all trades, was of Welsh descent. When Colonel William Randolph, an old friend of Peter Jefferson, died in 1745, Peter assumed executorship and personal charge of William Randolph’s estate in Tuckahoe as well as his infant son, Thomas Mann Randolph.

                  William Randolph  and  Mary Isham Randolph

In 1752, Jefferson began attending a local school run by William Douglas, a Scottish minister. At the age of nine, Jefferson began studying Latin, Greek, and French. In 1757, when he was 14 years old, his father died. Jefferson inherited about 5,000 acres (20 km²) of land and dozens of slaves. He built his home there, which eventually became known as Monticello

In 1772, at age 29 Jefferson married the 23-year-old widow Martha Wayles Skelton. They had six children: Martha Jefferson Randolph (1772–1836), Jane Randolph (1774–1775), a stillborn or unnamed son (1777), Mary Jefferson Eppes (1778–1804), Lucy Elizabeth (1780–1781), and Elizabeth (1782–1785). Martha died on September 6, 1782. Although Jefferson was only 39 at her death, he never remarried.

Jefferson is believed to have taken an enslaved woman as a companion, as other wealthy widowers had done. He had a nearly four decades-long relationship with Sally Hemings, a young quadroon believed to have been a half-sister to his late wife. (They were both the children of John Wayles, and Sally’s mother Betty Hemings was mixed-race. Wayles had started a relationship with Betty Hemings after becoming a widower.) DNA testing has supported the weight of historical evidence pointing to the relationship, and the conclusion that Jefferson was the father of Sally’s six mixed-race children (who were of seven-eighths white ancestry). Four of the children survived: Beverly, Harriet, Madison and Eston, and Jefferson freed all of them at about age 21.

During Jefferson’s term as governor of Virginia, it was invaded twice by the British. He, along with Patrick Henry and other leaders, were but ten minutes away from being captured by Banastre Tarleton, a British colonel leading a cavalry column that was raiding the area in June 1781. Public disapproval of his performance delayed his future political prospects, and he was never again elected to office in Virginia.

In 1784, Thomas Jefferson took up residence in Paris (as the American envoy) when the French Revolution was being hatched and despite being friends with the ruling and social elite, he sided with the revolutionaries when the killing began. He returned to become the USA’s first Secretary of State in 1789 with his eldest daughter Martha, looking just like her dead mother Martha, by his side.

Martha Jefferson (not sure which one)

Jefferson achieved distinction as, among other things, a horticulturist, statesman, architect, archaeologist, inventor, and founder of the University of Virginia which is still one of the most exclusive educational institutes in the world. Conceived in 1800 and established by 1819, it is the only university in the United States to be designated a World Heritage Site by UNESCO, an honour it shares with nearby Monticello. Although Jefferson undertook all planning of the University, the land underneath it was once a farm belonging to Monroe. His farmhouse was located on Monroe Hill, which today is the site of one of three undergraduate residential colleges.


Elevation of The Rotunda drawn by Thomas Jefferson in 1819 and fire in 1885

Meanwhile across the Atlantic

Thomas Robert Malthus

Born 13th Feb 1766;

was beginning his public life by signing up for an arts degree at Cambridge, majoring in Mathematics and specializing in Latin, Greek and French, about the same time as Thomas Jefferson was beginning his sojourn in Europe. By the time he had Mastered it, produced his famous treatise, An Essay on the Principle of Population, Jefferson was being elected to the White house. For a man who had just presided over and closely witnessed the deaths of Millions of New Virginians, Brits and French, Malthusian theory must have come as a breath of fresh air.


"The power of population is indefinitely greater than the power in the earth to produce subsistence for man. Population, when unchecked, increases in a geometrical ratio. Subsistence increases only in an arithmetical ratio. A slight acquaintance with numbers will show the immensity of the first power in comparison with the second." T.R. Malthus

On a personal note while Jefferson was living in the white house with his 20 to 30 year old daughters, Malthus was marrying his young cousin Harriet and procuring two or three of his own and his Cambridge study buddy, the Viscount Melbourne, was marrying the infamous Lady Caroline (Ponsonby) Lamb.

Note: If that lot ever got together for a party you wouldn’t know witch one was witch.

The Jeffersons

The Malthusians

and The Lambs

And if the future King William turned up with his main squeeze Dorothy, I wouldn’t want to be allocating bedrooms.

Especially if Byron and Mary Shelly turned up;

Anyway, Pops Malthus went on to become Professor of History and Political Economy, at

The East India Company College (now known as Haileybury) in Hertfordshire.

It was then and is now one of the most influential educational institutes in Briton.

By the time Jefferson had started and won America’s first external war (First Barbary War

(1801-1805), established the United States Military Academy at West Point and established

Virginia’s University in 1818, Malthus had become a Fellow of the Royal Society.

As for William Lamb He first came to general notice for reasons he would rather have avoided: his wife had a public affair with Lord Byron — she coined the famous characterization of him as "mad, bad, and dangerous to know". The resulting scandal was the talk of Britain in 1812. Eventually the two reconciled and though they separated in 1825, her death (1828) affected him considerably.

Lamb’s hallmark was finding the middle ground. Though a Whig, he accepted the post of Irish Secretary (1827) in the moderate Tory governments of George Canning and Lord Goderich. Upon the death of his father in 1828 and his becoming Viscount Melbourne, he moved to the House of Lords, but when the Whigs came to power under Lord Grey in November 1830 he became Home Secretary in the new government. One of his first acts was to insist on harsh punishments for the impoverished agricultural labourers involved in the machine-breaking Swing Riots. Sentences of hanging, transportation and imprisonment followed all that before becoming Prime Minister.

King William IV
‘s opposition to the Whigs’ reforming ways led him to dismiss Melbourne in November. He then gave the Tories under Robert Peel an opportunity to form a government. Peel’s failure to win a House of Commons majority in the resulting general election (January 1835) made it impossible for him to govern, and the Whigs returned to power under Melbourne in April 1835. This was the last time a British monarch attempted to dismiss a prime minister.

The next year, Melbourne was once again involved in a sex scandal. This time he was the victim of attempted blackmail from the husband of a close friend, society beauty and author Caroline Norton. The husband demanded £1400, and when he was turned down he accused Melbourne of having an affair with his wife. In the early 19th century even one sexual scandal (like the one two decades earlier involving Lord Byron) would be enough to finish off the career of most men, so it is a measure of the respect contemporaries had for his integrity that Melbourne’s government did not fall. After Mr. Norton was unable to produce any evidence of an affair, the scandal died away.

Nonetheless, as a recent historian records, "it is irrefutable that Melbourne’s personal life was problematic": Spanking sessions with aristocratic ladies were harmless, not so the whippings administered to orphan girls taken into his household as objects of charity.

Melbourne was Prime Minister when Queen Victoria came to the throne (June 1837). Barely eighteen, she was only just breaking free from the domineering influence of her mother, the Duchess of Kent, and her mother’s advisor, John Conroy. Over the next four years Melbourne trained her in the art of politics and the two became friends: Victoria was quoted as saying she considered him like a father (her own had died when she was only eight months old), and Melbourne’s daughter had died at a young age. Melbourne was given a private apartment at Windsor Castle, and unfounded rumours circulated for a time that Victoria would marry Melbourne, forty years her senior.

In May 1839 the Bedchamber Crisis occurred when Melbourne tried to resign and Victoria rejected the request of prospective Tory Prime Minister Robert Peel that she dismiss some of the wives and daughters of Whig MP’s who made up her personal entourage. As Monarch she was expected to avoid any hint of favouritism to a party out of power, so her action (which was supported by the Whigs) led to Peel’s refusal to form a new government. Melbourne was eventually persuaded to stay on as Prime Minister. On 25 February 1841, he was admitted a Fellow of the Royal Society.

The capital city of Melbourne, Australia, was named in his honour in March 1837, but that’s another story.

x Mad Jack.

p.s Thank god for Wikipedia.


Public Trust Journalism is critical to any form of democracy that can conceive of running a country devoid of the apathy that is repugnant to those, whom ‘of the people for the people’ has any real meaning. Without an operating process for the monitoring of bureaucratic activity, the result can only be worse than that which we have just witnessed, a runaway train wreck of George Bush proportions.

Invest in a website that is, not owned by any body but accessed by all, and you will be a shareholder in the company of Australia. With that type of powerful tool at our disposal, politicians can be relegated to the status of check out chicks and tax payers can take there rightful place as masters of their own destiny.

Imagine, total accountability, transparent process, the ability to actually influence policy and a realistic share in the profits of your company. These things can only be achieved by large groups of conscientious citizens participating in a broad spread of patriotic activity and a pinpoint of accountability.

What perceivable application of democracy could you come up with that would come with in a bulls roar, of having a country wide forum for analysing all aspects of Governmental operations, in your home, at your disposal, twenty four hours a day?

Chew on that, or wallow in mediocrity.

A sequel to  “The Breastplate of Narmer”



A Golden Eagle

Builds its nest in Shambhala

Springs high coup


Prelude and Chapter One:

Nickolas Placebo III strolled through the foyer of his fathers’ main office snug in the confidence that only someone with his privileged background could be so cool in the face of such enormous responsibility. He had been summoned to take his place at the head of a vast empire and none would dare to challenge the pace at which he approached the critical meeting taking place fifty floors above, even if they knew who he really was. The security clearance he displayed on the lapel of his Armani pinstripe was more than adequate to repel even the most zealous of guards and knowing the code to the penthouse express lift confirmed, to any curious on-lookers, this was an entity not to be fucked with.

He stepped onto the elevated arena, where the game of ultimate control was played, with the presence of a Superbowl star quarterback. Nothing was going to deter him from executing his game plan and none of the veteran executives presently sizing him up, would stand a chance in hell of manipulating the proceeding even though he was sure that was what they were thinking. Palming off any attempts to approach him, he weaved through the defensive participants of his inaugural conference to take his position at the head of the imposingly large boardroom table. By act of allegiance, the others dutifully positioned themselves according to rank and quietly awaited address from their new overlord; this monumental moment had been choreographed.

‘It’s good to finally meet with you in person,’ opened Nick as he scanned the twenty or so uniformed suits positioned before him and as none commented, he continued. ‘You all know your positions in this organization; I don’t expect any changes to procedures or protocols but one thing you will have to get used to is, the way I operate.’

‘And how would that be?’ asked the first shaven head to his right

‘Very low profile’ he answered without a pause ‘and no questions.’

After waiting for an uncomfortable amount of time, he continued ‘Now down to business; for starters I won’t be attending anymore of these prearranged mental masturbation sessions of yours and I will expect you to move into the twenty first century as well. You will utilize you time and resources better than wasting them by commuting to and from this ivory tower. I have installed my latest software on your personal computers which will keep us all connected twenty-four-seven; you can no longer shit without me knowing about it.’

A shockwave of dissent reverberated around the glass-sided sarcophagus they were centered in, interrupted only by a loud beeping sound from Nick’s personal communicator. He stood up and began striding towards the elevator leaving them with a final command that was stated without any eye contact,

‘I have to go, scurry back to your computers and we will continue this in cyberspace.’

By the time he stepped out of the building and onto the pneumatic steps of his container office, mounted on the back of a large prime mover, he had removed his jacket and tie. Throwing them onto the floor as he entered, he instructed his secretary to make him a tequila sunrise while inter-communicating to the driver to ‘get them the hell out of this God forsaken city’. Before they had gone two blocks he had showered, finished his drink, logged onto his favourite web-site and if you thought Google earth was amazing, then his version was out of this world.


As the first rays of the Sun cracked the dark blue skies over the Pacific Ocean, the surfers that dotted the shoreline of Australia’s most easterly point plunged into the water that surrounded the lighthouse cape that was the world famous Byron Bay. A deep low directly off the coast produced a groundswell of memorable proportions and a perfect six foot wave broke left and right off the headland which protruded well out into the antipodean marine corridor. A family of dolphins’ fellowshipped with the encroaching hoard of wetsuit clad board riders as a display of skills blossomed on every open face of the white capped tubes of liquid energy.

If this wasn’t a true surfer’s paradise then it wasn’t far from it and if you could pry your eyes from the perfect day unfolding there was a group of Kite-surfers, towards the west, harnessing the mornings offshore wind from a pearly white beach as it emerged from the blackness of the night. Because a day like this didn’t come along all that often, a multitude of onlookers accumulated in the end of the line township clogging all exits with their cars for the whole morning. A film crew worked from a strategic vantage point recording the predicted display of talent and conditions. It was hard not to be impressed by the skills of the board riders but it was the kite surfers who eventually captivated all the attention, bouncing high off the tops of the seriously good waves. By the time the onshore winds began to hit, all the attention was focused on them and their high flying antics. The film crew was planning interviews when a strange looking jet powered catamaran zoomed out from behind Julian Rocks, rendezvoused with the exhausted kite surfers, sped eastward and disappeared beneath the horizon.

Onboard, as the wetsuits were coming off and the gear was being stowed, a happy and healthy bunch of people rowdily chattered; finally plopping themselves down on the luxurious lounges of the now underwater vessel.

‘This boat of yours is amazing Hamish!’ exclaimed a revitalized young Buzz

‘It’s not a boat, it’s a ship and I told you to call me Grant.’

‘O.K, O.K don’t get your knickers in a twist.’

‘Now that’s how to start a day,’ commented Nat ‘but I’m glad we had a way out of there. Did you see that crowd on the headland?’

‘Yeah, we wouldn’t have gotten out of there if it hadn’t been for Grant and his ship.’

‘Where did you get this thing from?’

‘I’ve had it in the planning stages for years and I’m so happy we finally get to take it for a spin.’

‘Do you think we are being tracked?’

‘Not likely, it’s completely stealth technology.’

‘Anyway it’s about time they knew we existed.’ Said Buzz

‘They know,’ replied Nat ‘they just don’t know where we exist.’

‘I can’t imagine they just forgot about us after our last encounter, we must have really pissed them off.’

‘So where are we off to?’ asked Jim (aka. James)

Laurie stood up as if he was going to answer the question but instead launched into a statement that would have been more at home at the opening of a seminar.

‘Firstly I would like to thank you all for turning up on such short notice and add my approval, on rejuvenating and recreating yourselves into what I hope will be a successful team.

Congratulations to Natalie and Gabriel (Buzz) on becoming a couple; considering the changes they have had to go through over the last six months, I think they have displayed amazing maturity and commitment to one another and I for one am happy to pledge my allegiance to them on matters concerning the up and coming difficulties we are bound to encounter on the mission we are embarking on.’

At this moment the rest of the substantial crew, which had gathered around, broke into a spontaneous round of applause confirming mutual support on the maters to which Laurence was speaking. They were all looking surprisingly young and fit and rather uniform in the provided attire that had come with Captain Grant’s new ship. Someone had been working overtime on ergonomics and design co-ordination as everything had a certain style which Buzz had so aptly stated earlier ‘put Star Trek décor designers to shame.’

Laurie raised his hands in such a way as to calm the ovation down and continued with his speech. “May I say for those of us who are more like passengers on this vessel, to those who have worked so hard to put us on course; we salute you, well done. The main concern for the crew is to keep us below the radar; this is the most crucial aspect of our present journey and will remain so until we are safely back at base. Other than that we will be poking and prodding into the operations of Big Brother and trying to stay out of trouble. So there’s a glass of champagne for everyone and a toast to the success of our first exploratory journey before we all get back to what it is we are supposed to be doing.

‘To the mission!’ Said Grant as he raised his glass and encouraged all the others to do the same.

‘To the mission!’ Came the collective reply

After the crew had finished their drinks and conversations, they receded from the lounge leaving the core group Nat, Buzz, Laurie, Grant and Jim to continue their briefing.

‘I repeat my question,’ said Jim ‘where are we off to?’

‘New Zealand’ came Laurie’s blunt reply, ‘and before you ask why, I would like to go over some facts that you may or may not know; never the less it will be good revision.’

‘Excellent,’ jammed in Buzz ‘I’m in the mood for a good story.’

Laurie paused for a moment to catch his breath and slowly begun.

‘I would like to remind everybody who we are and what it is we stand for; a sort of mission statement, just so we will be under no misunderstandings when tough decisions have to be made.’

The others passed quick glances in one another’s directions before Nat rose to the occasion by saying,

‘Just get on with it Laurie.’

‘As you all know, we have come together from various walks of life with different philosophies to unite our peaceful efforts into a combined force to counteract the more Orwellian aspects of the unseen, often unknown powers that, for whatever reason, tend to disregard the little man in their continuing quest for ongoing ultimate power.

Some of us here used to co-exist with them in a relationship that I like to describe as rebellious little brother tolerated because of our family connections but since our last escapade, which entailed relieving them of a large sum of money, we can no longer rely on that privileged courtesy any more. Be under no misunderstandings, we are outlaws and although you won’t find our wanted posters displayed in the public domain, be assured they exist inside their secret service files.

Our funds are in good shape and I will continue to administer them although in the long run we will have to keep toping them up by pursuing the things they value the most and that leads us to our present course. So whatever your personal reasons for doing what we do, I will be here to continually remind you of the cost verses reward aspects of any plans you might be considering regardless of what good reasons there might be to track in that direction.’

‘Jesus, Laurie, get on with it.” Said Jim, still anxious to find out where and why they are going

‘O.K then here it is, as we all learnt from in our last adventure, Egyptian History has an important bent in the way our adversaries go about their business. When stories of the ancient world were chiseled in stone on the walls of the temples, the legend of a Phoenix ruling emerging civilizations was well established. In their accounts, as in ours, the concept of a bird being the very representation of a creator god with us was entrenched in the conscience of the people. When the Earth was still an empty waste and darkness hung over the deep, the spirit of God hovered over the waters before breaking the silence with a piecing cry.

‘Let there be light’, was recorded as the first utterance of a creator that mankind has striven to envisage ever since.

Now, if I knew of a golden artifact that is as old as time itself, which represented that concept of that god; what would you say it looked like?

‘Finally we are getting to the point!’ exclaimed Buzz, breaking Laurie’s monopoly on the conversation. ‘What you are saying is we are on the trail of an artifact more important that the Ark of the Covenant or the Breastplate of Narmer.’

‘Yes,’ affirmed Laurie ‘and what I want to achieve at this moment is to consolidate between ourselves a mental image of what that significant artifact might look like.’

“A Golden Falcon like the one in the movie Bogart and Bacall made famous.’ Stated Grant

‘A good guess,’ said Buzz ‘but that was only fiction and at best a falcon only represented Horus, a prince in the pantheon of Egyptian gods. If you had of said a Golden Heron you would have picked the symbol for the king.’

Laurence raised his arms again, in a manner that indicated he was still in charge of his seminar, and said ‘ You are both jumping to conclusions; firstly the Maltese Falcon wasn’t only fictional, it was a real gift from the King of Malta to the King of Spain and was stolen by Pirates before it ever got there. Secondly it could not have been a Heron\ Phoenix or Benu-bird, as they called it, because that was the symbol for Osiris after he had died and represented the ability to reemerge from the underworld.’

‘Of course,’ chipped in Natalie ‘what we would be looking for wouldn’t be a symbol of rebirth; it would be the symbol of the ongoing, immortal, presence of God on Earth.’

‘Precisely,’ said Laurie ‘what we should be envisioning would be as diurnal as the sun, fly higher, swifter and preside above all others; what we are looking for is The Golden Eagle.’

A temporary silence ensued until Buzz piped up again, ‘well that shouldn’t be too hard; don’t forget it used to be the symbol for the Roman Empire as well as every other power crazed megalomaniac since.’

‘That alone should tell you we are on the right track. If the Greek Egyptian rulers, the Ptolemy’s and Julius Caesar valued the golden eagle as the symbol for their divine right to rule the world then how much would the present dictatorship value having the original pre-flood artifact, representing God’s authentic rule on Earth?’

‘Heaps!’ Answered Jimmy

‘Arch, all well and said, but how does that relate to our present course?’ asked Sir Hamish (Grant) in his role as Captain

‘Unbeknownst to most people, New Zealand has at least two unique mysteries; a tribal heritage of Micronesian Kings that can trace their history back to the glory days of Egypt and a coven of Melchezdek priests that have gained power and influence in the current regimes eye, by their intricate knowledge of the old Egyptian religious practices.’

‘And you think you can turn that to our advantage in tracking down this mysterious Golden Eagle of yours.’ added Natalie

‘Yes, some time ago I was contacted by a representative of these north island natives who believe they have had a large cache of artifacts in their possession since they left Egypt thousands of years ago and that it might be about time they returned them to the appropriate owners, but are having a little trouble working out who that might be. Hopefully, with the help of Natalie and her newfound status, we might be able to convince them that we are honourable enough to assist them in their task.’

‘That’s if they don’t eat us first.’ Joked Buzz

‘If you don’t mind; I would like to ask you to take this seriously and spend some of the remaining time we have left, before we get there, on getting together with Nat and researching this in your unique method which gained us the advantage we needed in our last adventure.’ Finished off Laurie

‘Is that O.K with you Nat, that these guy’s enjoy some of the niceties I’m sure they have stashed around here while you and I go off hungry and try to make some more sense of this?’ asked Buzz

‘Yes,’ answered Natalie ‘I’m intrigued now and more than willing to investigate from the astral perspective.’

‘O.K,’ said Buzz “let’s go for it; I’m excited!’

They left it at that and with mixed signs of amusement and disapproval of Gabriel’s irreverent attitude, the couple retired to their cabin and began to prepare themselves for a meditation session that only they could perform. After showering and getting comfortable on their big bed they could almost immediately enter the deepest, chakra aligned states of altered consciousness that allowed them to do the work that was asked of them and soon they were flying over the landscape of a distant past.


As his juggernaut of a home away from home, slash office, slotted itself into the huge transport plane and climbed high into the skies of the northern hemisphere, Mr. Placebo barely noticed he had even left the ground. His consciousness was totally engrossed in the search for his stamp of authority, focusing solely on tracking anyone who would challenge for an understanding of the keys that would open up doors to his fathers’ kingdom.

One of the locks had been picked and his hackles were up; when two high profile pieces, knights of the big game, had been rolled in a classic sting, alarm bells rang. Nick was on red alert, digging deeper into his data banks than ever before to piece together a scenario on how they had found themselves in their present predicament.

What was it they were overlooking? Step by step he retraced the events and characters that had been involved. Why were they so easily deceived? Desire to acquire objects of past glories, baubles to delight the hangers on, was this their weakness? While he held all the secrets of power and wielded them like a battle axe; all of a sudden, out of left field, someone has come up with a shield. It ate at him like acid on flesh.

Everyone was traceable and Nick considered himself the best cyber tracker in the business and after all it was his business. So when the flags went up and an unknown craft just dropped off the radar, it required all his personal attention. The footage coming through on his V.D.U gave him the first real breakthrough, close-ups of six wet-suit clad enigmas flaunting themselves in front of the worlds’ media and then disappearing right before their eyes in a state of the art defence proto-type only a few outsiders even knew existed.

Although he couldn’t track it, he could eliminate places where it wouldn’t be and as he frenzied himself with boiling it down to a possible destination, his aura loomed large and bright red. His poking and prodding at the blue ray controls of his highly sophisticated super computer began to take on the outward appearance of something unworldly searching for a needle in a haystack with a pitchfork and a sickle Alarming horns were detectable by his ears only as his energy tailed off the command was bellowed,


Chapter Two

Back to Chapter Thirteen

After a complete search of the whole complex and failing to find the opening to the underground, the Washington couple stood once again in the middle of it all amazed at what just happened and questioning one another on what to do next.

“Where did they go?”

“Who cares, we have what we came for and sooner or later we will have them.”

“What did that crazy woman say?”

“Some kind of riddle, but I must say I was thinking that I had heard it before.”

“Did we get a good recording of it?”

“Yes, I’ll have it decoded when we get back.”

“Finally, we have the famous Breastplate; the master will be very impressed.”

“Now we will really be Set.”

They removed themselves from the temple and eventually out of Egypt, leaving behind a contingent of security men to rake over the area in an ongoing effort to find Joe McHale and his liberators, but it was never to be.

Beneath their feet, in the myriad of passages that honeycombed the Egyptian underworld, Natalie and Buzz held hands and followed her father and the enigmatic red robed woman they now thought as mother; they were being led through the darkness by her personal glowing light. She seemed to know exactly where they were going and the turns, stairs and caverns added up to the fact that they would have been hopelessly lost with out her. Eventually they emerged into the most magnificent crystal chamber and as they centered themselves, facing one another, the walls began to glow.

She recited “This is the Heart of Amen, the Chamber of Osiris, Kenti-Amenti; this is our final destination, these walls contain all the knowledge of Tep-zepi, the first time and all the relevant knowledge since.” With a wave of her hand, they were treated to a visual feast of images from the beginning of time as the sounds of creation filled their ears; time became irrelevant again and they filled there minds with all that was.

The imagery culminated in its entirety; Mereneith wearing only the original bejewelled Breastplate, was standing in between two sphinx like creatures facing one another. Instinctively Joseph joined her in removing her Arbitrament, passing it on to Natalie and indicated that she should put it on.

She said, “This is my Osiris and you are our children, we are now joining as one and in your future you will stand here and do the same. We are leaving you now but we will always be with you.”

With that the walls came alive with twelve deities from the past, repetitively chanting, “Hail to you who come out of the earth and enter the Duat….O’ Re, you shine upon us, for our part we pay homage to you, we salute you. The ways of the hidden places are now open to you and the portals are unfolded, the soul that Nut loves will guide your flight to the heights; Hail and make your passage from between the thighs of the Mother, enter.”

While they embraced, naked before God, they began to rise and shine together. The light became so bright it blinded the stunned Natalie and Gabriel who were prostrate before the transfigured couple and because of the darkness that ensued they couldn’t be absolutely sure how they were transported to the light again.

As they were being welcomed back to the world and the familiar sounds of their friends Laurence and Dorothy, they realized they were safe and ready to travel back home in Sir Hamish’s jet plane. Amazingly enough they popped out of the ground at the very Oasis where their crew was waiting for them, many miles from where their enemies were searching for them. The air, the water and the light of a new dawn revitalized them and as they took off towards the south-east from the land of an old era, the comfort of knowing they were perfectly prepared sunk in.

With the original bejewelled Breastplate, well equipped friends and new headquarters to head for they were a formidable force, prepared to fight the destructive nature of Set and those who coveted the authority of the symbol of God’s presence on Earth for their own selfish desires and not for the benefit of the whole world.

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Thomas Robert Malthus was a piece of work and it occurs to me that no-one in History is so adequately positioned as to represent the divide between those in the know and the ignorant, the one’s socially positioned and the herd.

His controversial theories have been discussed by such powerful entities as Darwin, Wallace, Marx and Engels. He is well known in educated families and yet strangely enough, virtually invisible to the Muggles. I say ‘strangely enough’ because he could be the biggest threat to their existence. If a wealthy organization valued his contributions to academia, and held his theories in high regard, then they would be in a position to implement his final solutions to the population problem; Eugenic management.

If you, or your family, don’t quite measure up to A grade beef standards, then in theory, you could be weeded out of the herd. If your genes aren’t valued then maybe you should be interested in his argument:

"Malthus argued that population was held within resource limits by two types of checks: positive ones, which raised the death rate, and preventative ones, which lowered the birth rate. The positive checks included hunger, disease and war; the preventative checks, abortion, birth control, prostitution, postponement of marriage, and celibacy."

Don’t let me worry you though because I’m sure the rich and powerful people, in this world of ours, have your best interests at heart.

* By the way here is a link to the school he haunts Haileybury