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  The Noah Satellite

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  The Noah Satellite

  By

  Allan E Petersen

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  Synopsis

  As the years passed, the House of the Nazarene continued with Maria’s mandate to expose Earth’s true alien history to the World. At the present time, the house was agonizing over a conflict of emotions. Within days apart, they suffered the death of a long time trusted member as well as joy over the birth of a baby girl.

  The discovery of a 10,000 year old satellite still orbiting the Earth led Maria to uncover the truth of ‘Noah’s Ark’. All animals of the world, two by two were to be saved but not for the benefit of this planet, rather for another in a far galaxy. Her effort to discover who built the satellite led to a shocking truth hidden in the Siberian Triangle and protected by the Russian Federal Security Service. Who built the satellite shocked the House of the Nazarene.

  Belle and Robert are now eleven years old and through a misadventure in King Rhymen’s Royal library, discovered a dimension portal to another world that almost trapped them there forever. Maria wanted that portal shut down and destroyed.

  The most shocking discovery was what the House of the Nazarene discovered on the moon.

  Chapter 1

  A Viking Funeral

  Off the coast of Jutland Denmark, in the North Sea the ocean was unusually calm. Except for a single low Cumulus cloud, the sky was clear and blue. For hundreds of miles around there were only gentle rolling waves as far as the horizon. Despite the north wind gently pushing on that particular cloud, it somehow managed to stay in place, as if locked in position.

  Then and against the laws of nature, the mysterious cloud gently lowered to the ocean. Only a few meters from the waves, from the edge of the cloud appeared the head of a fierce dragon. A wide open mouth showed ferocious fangs. With such vicious teeth it was clear that even a stout Viking warrior would be no more than an appetizing snack. Fiery eyes that could start an inferno glared straight ahead to cast fear and an omen of death to all who dared defiantly stand in its path. As the head continued to drift out of the cloud, showing a long green neck, it became clear that it was only carved from wood, a masthead of a great Viking Dragon boat. As the Dragon boat continued to drift out of the cloud, from between the long row of colorful shields attached alongside the ship were oars hanging limp waiting to reach the water and propel it to a final destination.

  Just inches from the waiting waves, from out of the cloud and directly above the Dragon boat appeared four space ships. Attached to the haul of each craft was a long cable hanging down and cradling the descending Dragon boat. Like cargo dangling underneath commercial helicopters, the Dragon boat was gently lowered into the waiting ocean. Then from the artificial cloud appeared three more space ships. As witnesses to the strange event, they drifted down to the side of the Dragon boat.

  Once the boat bobbed freely on the waves of the North Sea, the four space crafts released their cables and pulled them back up to the mechanism underneath their hulls. They then flew over and positioned next to the other waiting space craft to form a circle around the Viking boat. When all was in place and as it should be, the boat drifting on gentle waves, all seven space ships dipped their prows as if mourners doffing their hats at a somber grave site.

  In the Dragon boat was the body of an aged man with a full scruffy beard. Although resting in death with closed eyes, thick eye glasses were held in place by a bulbous nose. As per custom of a Viking funeral, the body was lined with flowers and valued possessions needed in the afterlife. Because he was a great man of knowledge and secrets, also in the boat with him was his computer, valued books and research papers.

  Suddenly a narrow laser beam shot from two of the space craft and struck the boat. In the wink of an eye, high flames engulfed it and the body was well on his way to the Viking heaven of Helheim. He was not going to Valhalla, the heaven for warriors who had died in battle. There they would meet Odin. In the great Norse legends, wise and honored Vikings went to Helheim. Within minutes the hungry flames had devoured all there was of Zak Zander, at least all there was of him in this existence.

  When all evidence of the contemporary Viking funeral was devoured by flame and ocean, the seven D-wings shot high into the stratosphere so fast that they seemed to disappear in the wink of an eye. The Cumulus cloud that members of the House of the Nazarene had used for cover now faded to become part of the clear sky. Dead in this world but hopefully alive in his dreams, Zak Zander was now on his way to a better place.

  What just happened was a culmination of strange events. Zak Zander was a House of the Nazarene contemporary interpreter of biblical and antediluvian legends. It was his genius that correctly translated the language of the alien Great Gray Tribe that eventually led to an understanding of the Great Earth War between the Anunnaki and other aliens living on Earth before the dominance of man. If there was a translation or knowledge needed of those various alien tribes, it was Zak Zander’s knowledge that eventually gleaned that material.

  He was a solitary and cantankerous man who lived vicariously through his research of ancient civiliz
ations. His brilliance was matched only by his desire to be left alone with his scrolls and manuscripts of those ancient civilizations. As if he understood that one fateful morning would be his last on this Earth, when Maria found him slouched over his desk, she saw his last written request in a dead and limp hand. She was not surprised to read that he wanted to leave this existence through the ritual of a Viking funeral. As per that ritual, he would enter his next existence with his most valued possessions. In this case, not a sword and shield but rather his treasured research papers. Because all of those valued papers had been digitized and now in computers, there was no problem sacrificing the hard copies to the flames. As he now walked with the Vikings, his research lived forever in the archives of the House of the Nazarene.

  Chapter 2

  The Black Knight

  In northern India, between the Indus River and the Himalayan Range, in a small green valley sits an insignificant village called Desuya. Most of the village people live a modest life style as farmers or herders. In the village, there are no traffic controls governing the two intersecting roads. As anywhere else, when walking, ‘might makes right’. This included ox carts, motor scooters, bicycles and pedestrians. Along the narrow streets few buildings stood alone, most abutted to their neighbor and painted in contrasting bright colors. Canopies and large umbrellas shade the people who wander the crowded market street while haggling with the boisterous merchants looking for the best prices.

  Across the river and precariously balanced on a high cliff sits a small forest of Deodar trees, the Himalayan Cedar. Although they are of no consequence to the people in the village, that would all change if they scaled the cliff and saw the three satellite discs camouflaged in the branches of the tallest trees.

  In the village and at the end of a minor side street, one ramshackle building stands alone and insignificant. Except for the five bicycles leaning against the mud packed wall, one would naturally conclude that it was an abandoned old house. A hole in the middle of the dirt packed floor leads down into the darkness of a secret basement. The elderly man sitting on a decrepit rattan chair at the entrance to the hole, in fact guarding it, gave no indication of the great secret under his feet. If he knew the true importance of his job, he probably would not be sound asleep.

  After precariously braving steep wooden stairs, one entered a dark room bathed in a soft green light. The only sound was the busy clacking of computer keys and humming computer terminals. Multiple ceiling fans hung precariously over five operators staring intently at their individual monitors. All have mouthpieces pressed to lips and earphones tight to ears.

  It was impossible to tell who was communicating to the lone female chief officer monitoring reported data from the five men. Presha Bhat was a young woman dressed in the traditional Sari garment wrapped around her waist and shoulders. Long black hair was done up in a tight bun and like everybody else here in this secret laboratory, it was held in place by a hairnet. Suddenly an excited voice boomed through her ear pierce.

  “I have a hit on the polar orbital satellite we have been searching for.”

  When the location was sent to Presha, she stifled her excitement. After all, over the years, they had discovered many such ‘hits’ that only turned out to be registered satellites of various countries. As in all those times, she sought conformation and calmly said,

  “Bring the Nazarene satellite to that location and track it.”

  A few minutes later a different voice came through her ear phone.

  “I have the location. We are now parallel at approximately five hundred yards distance.”

  “Give me a visual.”

  When seeing the image focus on her screen, her excitement was hard to contain and so shouted,

  “That’s it. Record, record! Make sure we are recording this visual.”

  She heard one of the men snidely comment to another technician,

  “It took us six years to locate this satellite. Why would she assume we are not recording what has not been seen in over 10,000 years?”

  Presha snapped back,

  “I heard that.”

  The advanced House of the Nazarene technology was able to transmit a hi-Def resolution showing that the satellite was as black as a lump of coal. Its body shape was that of a raven in a diving position, head down and wings tucked against its body for speed. Laser measurements indicated that it was a 100 yards long and 50 yards across the beam. Presha was filled with excitement and demanded,

  “Closer, get me a closer image!”

  However, as the crew initiated commands maneuvering the Nazarene miniature satellite closer to the mysterious Black Knight satellite, an array of what appeared to be solar panels spread out from the sides of the black body. It gave the impression of a Raven spreading its wings ready to take flight. A technician shouted,

  “It has detected us and powering up for a reposition.”

  The black satellite spread its solar panels and gathered power from the sun. With the Nazarene satellite racing closer, the mysterious object lifted into a higher orbit. A technician reported,

  “It has anti-contact and avoidance technology.”

  Then, as if by an unknown magic, it disappeared and another technician reported what Presha already realized,

  “It activated a stealth technology.”

  From her earpiece, she heard,

  “It’s gone!”

  Panicked, she snapped back,

  “Scan for a heat signature and image distortion.”

  As frantic fingers flew across many keyboards and the Nazarene Nano-onboard computers obeyed the commands, eventually the inevitable had to be reported.

  “It’s as if it knew we were scanning it and disappeared. It’s gone”

  Disappointed, Presha accepted the defeat, shook her head and said,

  “Very well. A glimmer of the Black Knight will have to suffice. At least now we know that the legends are real. Archive the previous orbit path and data leading up to the last known location and send it to me. I’ll transfer it to the House of the Nazarene. Maybe their more sophisticated alien technology can do something with it.”

  Chapter 3

  At a height far above the Earth, the seven D-wings that had attended the Viking funeral split off in different directions. Most ships continued southeast to the headquarters of the House of the Nazarene in Bulgaria. One D-wing entered a GPS location directly south to a location in the Sahara Desert to continue an excavation of an alien city discovered there. Another flew to a hospital in Switzerland to attend the newest birth of a member of the House of the Nazarene.

  While on their way and Santo at the controls, Maria turned to him and with a sad voice said,

  “I’m not sure I approved of that ritual but will confess that it brought a tear to my eye.”

  While looking down at the Earth zipping by at a phenomenal speed Santo confessed,

  “Perhaps because I am a soldier, I agreed and understood the request of a warrior funeral. Let’s face it, by his research, Zak lived vicariously in many ancient civilizations and loved them all. Although I am surprised that he chose a Viking ceremony, nevertheless, it is the way he wanted to go.”

  Maria added,

  “I’m surprised too. I thought he would have chosen a Mesopotamian ceremony. He really loved that ancient culture.”

  Santo had the last word on the subject. Although not philosophical, it was profound nevertheless.

  “I guess when faced with one’s death, surprises are inevitable.”

  She sadly said,

  “I will miss him. However, as he believed, he is dead in this world and hopefully alive in dreams.”

  They were now hovering high above the Swiss hospital. While dropping straight down to its target, Santo entered the approach codes. Although officially registered as a secret military hospital under treaty with the Swiss government but heavily subsidised by Nazarene money it was by all intent a Nazarene hospital. This was where survivors of the Duchess’ great destruction o
f Ile de Celeste, the once headquarters of the House of the Nazarene were sent and treated for horrific injuries. It was also where many members of the tragedy died.

  At a specific height, the onboard computer obeyed its program protocol and activated a stealth program. The approach was flawless, gently touching down on the giant ‘H’ landing pad. For added security and secret arrival and departure of Nazarene personnel, the platform was higher than the surrounding buildings. After scrambling out of the D-wing and walking toward the elevator silo, Santo pressed the remote in his hand sending the D-wing high into the stratosphere to await a return signal.

  Another code was entered into the elevator door keypad and down they went to their desired floor. When the door opened, they presented their ID card to the scanner and access to the maternity ward was granted. As this was their third visit to Jessika Reynaldi’s private room, they already knew when to turn left and what long hall to follow before reaching her private suite. After a soft knock, a click was heard and the door gently opened. Jessika was sitting up in bed cuddling her swathed newborn son and the father, Kirk Waller stood proud beside her. Maria went directly to the mother. Santo shook hands with Kirk and said,

  “So that makes three children. When are you going to stop?”

  Although almost as exhausted as Jessika, Kirk managed a tired smile and said,

  “This is it. Although I swear she is so fertile just by shaking her hand, she gets pregnant again.”