deCODE E-Book

Alessandro Boccaletti

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When God delivered his message to an Aramaic nomad named Aram, the key to understanding the origin of mankind was revealed in ancient times. The few elected to see God’s message grouped in the Constantine Order, which pledges in eternity to preserve the universal knowledge of the secrets. The privileged knowledge of the mysteries, in the centuries, were passed to the Roman Emperors and to some charismatic Knights across Europe, until Leonardo da Vinci mastered the comprehensive decoding of the universal truth. In his secret voyage financed by the Knight Order in the Middle East, he revealed the perfect geometrical codes hidden in the deep core of the Egyptian pyramids and the prohibited and forbidden Muslim controlled grounds of King Solomon Temple ruins in Jerusalem. deCODE is a historical thriller that expands the known history of hermetism to describe the impact of a powerful ancient international military order on world history. The book tells an epic tale that crosses continents and spans thousands of years. But at its heart, it’s a story of heroic adventure and spiritual awakening that has shaped human mankind from its birth by the engineers' thousands of years ago.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Part 1

deCODE: 1

At the Tigris Riverbank…

The Preparation of the Festive Meal and the First Message

The Night in the Village and the Festive Meal

deCODE: 2

Who am I?

The Awakening

The Revelation of the Golden Shield

The Trip to Deep Infinity

deCODE: 3

The Learning of the Design

The World Destiny

The Twelve Stellar Coins

deCODE: 4

A Nomad Trader’s Caravan: Old Syria, about 11,500 BC

A Beautiful Night: The Dream and the First Revelations on the Road to Damascus, Syria, about 11,500 BC

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Damascus: Old Syria, at the Footsteps of Mount Qasioun, about 11,500 BC

On the Path…

The Day of His Departure

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The Temples

Traianus’s Birth

The Romans Conquer Damascus

The Apollodorus Temple Works

The Jewish Revolt…and the Eagle

The Conquest of Jerusalem

The Menorah in Damascus

The Day of the Conspiracy

The Temple Project and the Fellowship

General Traianus and the First Departure from Syria

Apollodorus at the Jupiter Temple Site: A Working Day after Traianus Left Syria, AD 98

The Workman

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The Soldier Who Became General and Rose to Emperor

Apollodorus Arrives in Rome in AD 98

The Day before Apollodorus’s Arrival

Apollodorus in Syria

The Positioning of the Stone

Dacia: From Kingdom to Roman Province

AD 102: Death in Transylvania

The Final Plot

Traianus Triumphant

The Night at the Temple

Traianus’s New Campaigns

Traianus’s Memorial

The Next Forty-Eight Hours

deCODE: 8

Constantine the Great: From Darkness to Light

The Research

The Birth of Constantinople

Constantinople: The Night of the Creation, AD 333

The Vessel to Venice: 1204

The Christian Pope Sacks Constantinople

deCODE: 9

Pannonia: The Northeast Wall of Traianus’s Golden Triangle

Attila’s Hostage in Rome

Attila the Hun King

AD 440 to 452

Onegesius, Cavalry of the Constantine Order

Constantinople: Winter Solstice, AD 451

The Submission of Constantinople to Prepare His Italian Invasion

Theodosius’s Tributes to the Hun

The March to Italy

The Meeting between Attila, “God’s Messenger,” and Pope Leo I

AD 452: At the Riverbanks

AD 452: The Holy Ceremony on the Pilis Hills

AD 453: As, in Aram’s Life, God’s Message Is Left to Humanity, Death Is Next

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The Second Crusades: The AD 1148 Siege of Damascus

Mount Qasioun

deCODE: 11

The Man Connected to God and Aram’s Temple in Damascus

Modern Times and the Quest Between the Latin Church and the Constantine Order

July 13, 1936: Marina Regia Italia at Sea

July 12, 1936: Marina Regia Umbra Supply Ship, at Sea Near the Socotra Island off the Somali Coast, Off-the-Record Mission

July 15, 1936: Marina Regia Italia at Sea

Assab, the Sin City

Father Armido’s Last Trip in 1935, Ethiopian Italian Military Campaign

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Florence, April 8, 1476

April 9, 1476, San Marco Court

Cairo, August 29, 1476, Qaitbay Court

Memphis, 1476–1480: Leonardo at the Pyramid Sites

The Trip to the Saqqara Pyramids Complex (Nothing Will Be Equal Again)

On Top of the Djoser Pyramid: Late Afternoon

The Arrival in Memphis: The Giza Pyramid Complex

Many Months Later

1479

deCODE: 13

Jerusalem, 1480

Jerusalem, Temple Mount

The King Solomon Temple

The Day the Universe Opened Up

August 17, 1481: Underground

The Building of the Universal Clock

Leonardo’s Departure from Jerusalem

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The da Vinci Tables

1519: Leonardo’s Death

Part 2

The Code, Part I

King Solomon Temple: The Door to the Stargate

The Code, Part II

The King Solomon Temple: The Stargate

The Code, Part III

Egypt: The Origin of Thought

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Note

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Alessandro Boccaletti

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To the beginning of time and to a future of peace.

Homo creatus est.

Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things.

—Sir Isaac Newton

Part 1

deCODE: 1

At the Tigris Riverbank…

It was a cold night, the desert sky was clean, and the lights of the stars, as always, indicated the right path to expert eyes. The constellation of Lyra, with its brightest star1 pointed in the sky, was an ancient pathfinder reference for the courageous traveling nomad, a symbol that with its natural light indicated across time and space to the voyaging man the shortest route in his travels on the beautiful and majestic Earth. A far-distant star, a light emitted since long before the beginning of mankind and perhaps even present in the future day of the final written end.

The Vega star was shining in the north, Thuban was close to Polaris, and the Crux constellation was visible in the south, but the rumbling noise of the river obliged them to stop. The order of the universe is the chaos of the same. The nomad caravan decided to wait for the next morning.

***

On the long western road to the distant city that would become Damascus, the young, brave, charming Aram and his nomad caravan were preparing to cross westward the Tigris River.2 The humble nomad trader was afraid of the water, even if, when he was a child, his beloved father had taught him to master the art of swimming in the sea and the lakes. The forceful, swirling power of the vortices, the turbulence of the current, the opacity of the silty waters had awakened his hidden instinct that danger was next and that prudence was necessary to avoid harm or death. He had been taught from the village sage that the water inhabitants were the source of our primordial origins, but the same source of life had been a source of death since humans decided in ancestral times, through our evolutionary process, to move from the water to the land and learn to use the lungs for breathing between twenty and thirty thousand times a day.

The trader’s donkeys and the rest of the caravan, made up of a dozen brave men, were fully loaded with precious and valuable goods bought from skillful merchants on the long road from the Indian Peninsula to the big sea.3 On this extraordinary trip, an Indian trader passed him a very special stone: a rare, heavy, fluorescent-yellow diamond4 that emitted a light at night. Such stones were so rare that Aram decided to keep this one for himself. He bartered for this precious stone with one of his most valuable items—a very soft dyed wool of a rare animal had been knitted by his mother to produce a splendidly colorful artifact that had been well appreciated by the Indian trader—and kept it hidden deep in his bag. The stone was said to have curative properties. More importantly, it emitted its own light, making it a good and useful object for any night traveler and trader.

***

In the Taurus Mountains,5 days of steady heavy rains swelled the rivers with their waters and tributaries flowing toward the fertile valleys and then to the salted waters of the Persian Gulf. Over time, this 1,750-kilometer muddy stream—the fulcrum of ancient history and many prosperous civilizations—has determined the development of many other migrations and new settlements, cultures, kingdoms, and empires. People have settled and will continue to settle on its prosperous banks near its confluence with the Euphrates River and further down to the Persian Gulf. In Mesopotamia, the water that God had created for the development of the human civilizations allowed the Sumerians to feed themselves. In the process, they became successful and prosperous merchant and traders. Traces of their passages and achievements were left over time for the consideration of researchers and historians and for the benefit of the world. In history, many rulers, some of them rude and barbarous, would have imposed their power from north to south and east to west. The Roman Empire would have then further expanded its provinces up to these remote lands. The mysteries and secrets of these remote territories were the visible testament to the existence of God: the force of his creations; the proof of his sacred will; the order and the chaos derived from an equilibrium of things; and the past, present, and future human travel in time and space on planet Earth.

Tree trunks passed swiftly over the swirling waters and emerged dangerously between the waves and the superficial water foam. A veil of droplets rolled over the surface, and anyone who fell into those murky waters would surely have found death. No man could have overcome the dragging force of nature.

The turbulent waters were flowing tumultuously and rumbling against the wooden dock where the raft was waiting. After the early-morning first passage, the hazards almost overturned the raft. The men, afraid to die, suspended the hazardous crossing for the whole day. A complex system of ropes and assembled timber was tightened on each side of the bank; when fixed, they were ready to be pulled by the expert handlers to keep the roads open for the benefit of the traders and the many societies. One of the few open roads to the Western world was key for the exchange of cultures and knowledge. Still, the crossing was a risky step in Aram’s daily life, and death was always waiting to capture some souls. Birth, life, and death are God’s rules on the lifeline, as all coexist. During most of the day, the order was to wait and see if the current would recede.

***

Aram was exhausted after many days of an interminable journey. It all started as far off as the Indian continent, and they shared many adventures during this rewarding trip. Some beautiful, colorful, special precious stones had been collected in the Eastern world, where the sunrise was illuminating the early days of our beautiful Earth. This rare and precious merchandise guaranteed the success of an incredible journey, and wealth and pleasure were to be the rewards. As the first shadows of the coming sunset extended from west to east, Aram and his nomad caravan buddies decided to postpone the river crossing until the water had calmed down. They agreed to rest in a nearby village on the eastern side of the banks, an old settlement known for its good food and especially outstanding hospitality.

There were still many days of desert wandering ahead for the nomads; they had to rest, feed themselves and the animals, and read the stars in order to trace, first in the sand and then on the vellum parchment,6 the correct and secure path to the big sea. Dangers and threats were the norm, and robbers were ready to ambush anytime and everywhere. Isha, the caravan’s old bearded leader, raised his right hand and stopped walking. He turned to his companions, nodded to a passing caravan trader traveling east, and, after exchanging a few words with the stranger, ordered the party to delay in crossing the threatening river.

Moving closer, Isha whispered in Aram’s ear, “You, Aram! As the sun will rest, we will rest, but you have to protect and guard our valuables. I know that there is an old, wise, bearded hoary man named Murduk in the village. Look for him. As we will stop here for a few sunrises, he will enlighten your mind in the path of morality for the benefit of your virtues. His daughter Idigna could be a worthy and well-recommended person to help us refresh our clothes and prepare a proper dinner. For our men, organize a well-prepared, festive meal. We deserve it after so many tiring days!”

“Yes. Do I have to prepare and offer something to foster their hospitality?” asked a curious Aram.

“You will see when the time is right—I am sure that you will satisfy properly their hospitality and recognition. On the third and seven donkeys, we have a collection of things to share. Remember to request a proper feeding for the animals too. They deserve it, as they share our common efforts with persistence and strength.”

Aram nodded, then crossed to the caravan’s seventh donkey to look into one of the leather bags and retrieve an item that he thought would be proper payment for good hospitality. He kissed his necklace amulet and then ordered his companion to water the donkeys while Aram completed his diplomatic mission.

***

In the village, as the sun was at the horizon, the guards and the women were illuminating the beeswax candles, and in some spots, the oily black sticky liquid7 was set on fire. Light was plenty, and many tents were already preparing for a stellar night banquet. Aram moved first and went down the dune, following a marked path. As they neared the first checkpoint, a guard asked them to stop. Aram presented himself, and the guard, seeing their good intentions, allowed them to pass. They entered in the eastern part of the village, and the caravan stopped in front of a large colorful tent. Aram spotted the old, bearded, hoary man resting, being assisted by a beautiful young lady in drinking some water from a crafted wooden goblet. The lord of the village noted the stranger coming toward him and rose, assisted by a guarded follower.

Gently, Aram approached him with a reverent salute, giving the traditional sign of friendship. Then, in a language common to both of them, he said, “Your name has been recommended to me by Isha, our caravan leader, and I have to ask for your kind hospitality. We would like to rest some days in your village, and in exchange, we would like to offer you some of our goods; you are free to choose. We trust your known good words and esteemed recognition. I have been advised that you can be a good teacher of virtues and values during our stay.”

The man looked him in the eyes. Calling him by name, he said, “Aram, nice and young man, a good report has already been spoken in your favor. Your shining good light is welcome here. Rest and feed yourselves. Refresh your animals in the protected enclosures. We will meet at my tent after sunset, when the wolves will howl to the half-moon and the night sky will show us the correct path. My daughter Idigna will assist you during the preparation of a festive meal and wish you a safe and resting stay. You are welcome. Pass, Aram.”

After a few words, the team of nomads secured the animals in an enclosure, unloaded the merchandise in a guarded tent, and settled down for the night. Aram instructed two young shepherds to supervise the animals. The men then hung out, free from their obligations for the night in a beautiful, friendly location near the Tigris River. Aram offered for the meal rare spices and aromatics collected in the Far East that would have raised the group to a beautiful gathering of friends and strangers in a remote location, where the proper time and place were ready to deliver to Aram the first working tools to decipher the forthcoming, yet to be told, God’s prophecies.

The Preparation of the Festive Meal and the First Message

The village was well known for its excellent and friendly hospitality. Being on a transit point, it was often an opportunity for traveling strangers and nomad caravans to rest and restore their energy. Idigna, the daughter of the village headmaster, was a young, provocative lady with beautiful amber eyes. She brought a smile to everyone, and when Aram saw her, he felt his heart demanding to know her better. He moved closer to her and helped her in preparing the herbs and spices to be used in their supper. She smiled to him, and in a moment of common distraction, both hands reached to collect the same vegetable. As they touched each other’s hands, Aram discovered that he loved this girl and was determined to have her. Something had opened his heart, and he felt an explosion of good feelings deep in his soul.

Murduk, her father, escorted at his right arm by her older brother, entered the cooking area then. The girl retracted her warm hand with a sudden movement, embarrassed. She then moved near the braces to boil the water for the local hot drink made of specially selected energizing herbs. The father smiled, noticing a certain energy that seemed it might be a prelude to a good future between the two. He sat on the colorful carpet, waiting to be served. Aram noted that the rug had a six-point star, a hexagram, designed at the center. A beautiful white hexagram had been woven at the hands of the expert craftsman, and the lord of the village contemplated from the center of the carpet the last rays of the sunset before the stellar night. He then closed his eyes and began to meditate, awaiting the proper time to meet with Aram.

Aram waited in a corner of the cooking area, looking at Murduk in the distance and questioning himself about this old man and the mysterious character he was going to meet.

The Night in the Village and the Festive Meal

The old hoary man raised his right index finger and called Aram to convene on his right side. He asked him a few questions. Aram was able to speak and understand many local dialects, a skill that he had developed and mastered since his childhood, when his father and mother used to travel together on their long nomad trips. There is no better education than experiencing from childhood the mix of different cultures, traditions, histories, and feelings that the people in the world can show and teach to a poor individual in a state of ignorance and darkness.

“Isha has been very generous with me and has asked me to speak to you. From what I understand, you need counsel on reading the stars, and you especially want to be sure to avoid a path that would endanger your and your companions’ lives and put your valuable merchandise at risk. For what I readily see, I know that good judgment is a virtue that you already master, but you also need the secret key to the right path,” said a smiling Murduk.

Aram, puzzled, hesitated. “Yes…”

“Well, tonight you will travel with me and discover the deep knowledge of a new world. Seat here as we are served.” He paused for a moment, and from a corner of the tent, one of his men collected a spherical object wrapped in a linen cloth. Then, as the darkness of the stellar night engulfed the sky, he started his teaching. Aram was ready to understand some important principles that would direct his spirit and mind for all his remaining life.

“One day, I was confused. I was living in a state of uncertainty about my own destiny, and it was not easy to share my feelings with the strict members of my family caste. The issue that had tormented my heart was whether or not education I’d been given and my personal conscience had to be connected with the reality of the limited time that accompanies all of us during our human spiritual and physical travels and life’s mission to Heaven.”

Aram was confused but curious. He could not understand where the wise man wanted to drag him with this thought, but he recognized that the moment was fascinating. Both the covered spherical object at Murduk’s left side and his method of talking were filled with mysteries. Aram followed his mentor carefully as the candles’ trembling lights illuminated the tent and their dark faces. The shadow of a carved, seven-branched candle holder was obscuring some of the food, which was prepared and ready to be served to the distinguished guests. Aram noticed that the long candles were positioned in the tent in a specific, orderly pattern very similar to the hexagon design he had previously seen on the carpet. He felt a light tickling on his right hand. An exploring ant was crossing his palm after having left the platter rich with fresh raw meat, intent on carrying some of the heavy food to its nest…it was suppertime for nature too.

Murduk stroked his long white beard and kept talking. “A long time ago, one of the sage masters of the village consciously raised my awareness, expressing his personal judgment on my preparedness or lack thereof for my rising to the village council. He raised two main points. The first was that I was not humble enough and that my life was made of nothing. The second was that I had to defer my ascent to members of the supreme council; as time is a relevant factor in human life, the soul has to be properly prepared to understand the inner values of life and its fusion with the spirit.”

He looked in Aram’s eyes and continued to speak. “Such a deep statement without any additional elaboration I found to be incomplete and poor in enlightening my mind, but it was rich in darkness and obscure meanings. A personal judgment can be cruel and empty if not connected with direct examples that provide a true education. Any personal opinion not made on the level and in unity with the other ruling members of the village is like opening a closed door in a very dark chamber…” He raised his tone slightly in his prophetic speech.

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Who am I?

Both sipped the hot herbal tea as the old man continued his address containing his deep teachings. He then grabbed from his vest pocket a stone embedded with a hand-carved hexagram within a circle and positioned it on the carpet in front of his wooden cup.

“You see, Aram, we have to analyze the principles of nature that drive human beings’ actions in daily life and the deep science that governs all of us permanently. We should look together now at some fundamental life principles and interpret them with the wise view of a very honorable man. Let me get your attention. I see and feel that you are special among your kind, but I also see that you are still a very rough stone that needs to be smoothed until you shine as a polished marble.”

Aram was somehow lost by the mysterious and enigmatic man. Then the man’s young daughter turned and nodded to him in a brief moment of distraction. The old man touched his right hand to reestablish the direct connection.

“First of all, I want to say that you have to be proud to wear this jewel,” he said. Then he gently asked Aram to bow in reverence as he invested him with the small levigated flat stone with a hexagram and circle nicely chiseled in the center. “It tells you and the others that you are a wise man, illuminated by the power of the sun…even if you are still imperfect, it shows that you are a pure soul, ready to learn the secrets passed to me from God.” He smiled.

Aram was lost. He questioned to himself, Who is this man?

Murduk, anticipating the question, as he had read his mind, raised his right index finger and prophetically said the following:

“I am a silent observer of the universe.

“I am an entity connected to everything but not attached to anything.

“The small empty spaces present in our essence of life, the vast energy that resides within ourselves, the infinitesimal connections, and the open gates that allow our smallest body parts to communicate and be connected with the universe all share in common the secrets that connect us to the stars.

“This is the fulcrum of life.

“When you understand, you will pass from an observer of the universe to an observed entity of the universe.”

Murduk sipped more tea and closed his eyes for a long time, and Aram was left to contemplate and meditate on the words that had just been passed to him.

The Awakening

After an extended time, Murduk opened his eyes and said:

“We are the evolution of wise, ancient societies that discovered the mysteries hidden down deep in our souls. Our bodies are just the mechanical, natural, and scientific expressions of our souls. Our spirits are driven permanently by the deep morality that, in strength and establishment of the innate values and virtues and principles of life, lead us to a peaceful moral stability. Our inner spirit, the soul, our house made by God and given to us, can stand firm forever as the body, instead decaying naturally with time, as Mother Nature has fixed for all of us in the clear and visible life path. Our bodies’ natural decay is visible to science, and we know that this is a rule fixed for all of us by the forces in the universe.”

To raise Aram’s attention, he posed a specific question. “Do you believe that the soul lives in infinity?”

Aram reflexively answered, “Maybe. God’s will is only God’s knowledge.”

The old bearded man smiled to him and relaxed. He said, “Good…I see that you believe in a supreme god. Your mind is already cleared to proceed to the second level of knowledge.” He paused for some seconds. “The personal belief of something beautiful and peaceful after life drives us to believe that death is an event that affects only the material part of the body but not the soul.” He intentionally dropped some wet spices on the fire, and menthol vapors rose and opened the men’s lungs.

He then said, “Breathe deeply and feel the air entering in your lungs, energize your body for the benefit of your spirit!”

He paused and, raising his index finger, said, “Death is connected with time, but soul is a pure reflection of beauty and infinity. The spirit, our inner depth, is a symbolic circle of eternity where time does not exist and God’s light is everywhere.”

He touched Aram’s right arm and stated, “In life, we have the holy spiritual mission to preserve our body in its actions and in respect and dignity to the soul that resides temporarily in our flesh. This is why we meet and live in communities. Our union has an immense value, especially when it comes to protecting us from the internal and external dangers that surround us. Together, we can rise to a higher level and protect our souls from any threats as evil, with its materiality, works constantly to destroy the good souls and suppress our good morality. Being united provides us a majestic shield as universal and permanent as God’s will. We can be a chain made of pure souls that establishes strength and builds solidity to prevent evil from entering and spreading among us.”

Aram considered these stated principles and then posed a question: “What is morality?”

The prophetical man pointed to his own heart and answered: “Morality is the expression of principles concerning the distinction between right and wrong or good and bad behavior.” He gave a brief cough, so he sipped some more hot tea. “The morality principles lie deep down in our souls and not in our bodies—the body is just the working tool of the soul. The truth lies in our spirit, which is the only truly infinite being. Time in the soul is irrelevant, being itself covered by an eternal plasma of something that has always existed. In the infinite universe of our souls, space and time have no limits.”

The Revelation of the Golden Shield

Murduk asked one of his entrusted guards to bring to the center of the carpet the “Digir.”

From the northeast corner of the tent, the senior guard collected a linen-covered object that was positioned in front of Murduk. The guard ritualistically followed, entering in odd, unnatural steps, and proceeded on the carpet with defined movements to uncover the object as Murduk repeated with a deep tone six times the word: “Digir!”

As the candles reflected their rays on the golden hexagon shield and the two perfect triangles carved in the inner metal shone in their beauty, all the members of the local community present in the tent surrounded them and bowed in reverence to their master. In this moment, the second guard placed a second object on the right side of the sage. Murduk uncovered the carved, graphite-colored spherical object too and, like it was made with a weightless material, he placed it in the perfect center of the golden shield. A slight protrusion on the escutcheon markings was keeping the sphere steadfast in the hexagon center.

“Here you can see the origin and destiny of men,” said Murduk.

He asked Idigna to help him stand. Then he took Aram’s arm, and together they moved slowly to the south gate opening of the tent.

He then pointed to a mark in the stellar sky and said, “Our creators came from there.”

After a brief time, he asked Aram to help him go back to his master seat on the carpet. They all followed until they were seated again.

“I need to raise your awareness of what you are seeing. Everything has a meaning.” He paused, piquing Aram’s curiosity.

“When this planet was too hot to be habitable and was infested with horrendous animals in a hostile nature, the engineers arrived from the sky and corrected the axis relative to the sun so we could be created at the engineers’ time and will. Then, when all was properly set, they executed the big plan that created us. Before leaving, they passed to the first man and woman this shield coded with a design of a stellar map and this sphere to remind us of our true origins. The sky and the symbolic star with the connected coded symbols are their only message, and they must be carried forward by the elected for eternity.”

He then pointed to the deep carvings on the black sphere and said, “They passed us a recorded message encrypted in this sphere. One day, when time and space interact in such a way as to open the stargate again, they will come back.”

The Digir and sphere design

He rotated the sphere so the two designs were both on a straight axis and exercised pressure in a specific point at the center. Another light touch on a raised knob shifted it to reveal an opening on the right. The rounded opening led to a small tunnel that ran to the inner core of the sphere. As he inserted two fingers into the shaft, he retrieved a roll, a special laminated metallic parchment. Agape, Aram was unable to blink his eyes for the emotion. His innocent eyes were fixed on the object. Murduk opened the roll and then stretched it out on the carpet; amazingly, as if it were lamb vellum, the shining metal roll became flat and ready to show its mysterious contents. Steadfast, it did not roll back up.

Murduk pointed at its markings and said, “These are the time keys to the stargate.”