CT – 243 CORNERSTONE TRAVELER AUG. 19 ‘14

Hi to all my readers of this bi-weekly newsletter, The CORNERSTONE TRAVELER available here at P&G’s and online at www.cornerstonetraveler.com.

mid-Hudson Valley news: In the mid-Hudson Valley there are a lot of fairs still going on with the Dutchess County Fair on August 19-24 , the Renaissance Fair every weekend at Sterling Forest and the annual rib fest at the Ulster County Faire grounds here in New Paltz. There was the Hurley Corn Festival in Hurley this past Saturday. There is the annual Woodstock – New Paltz Arts and Crafts Fair Labor Day weekend
Then later this month or early September, The SUNY at New Paltz students will arrive for this years college education. The village of New Paltz will fill up with college students shortly. And as always with the new freshmen it should be interesting.
I have noticed that the people who live in high class, fancy homes don’t have yard sales or garage sales, they have estate sales. I have never been to one of these estate sales because I know I could never afford what they are selling or even would want to purchase what they are selling, unless of course it is books.
I only go to garage or yard sales to see what books I can purchase. If I went to an estate sale, the books would be beyond my financial means. So I avoid them.

observation: The President is taking a lot of heat over ISIS and Hamas in the Mideast. There are some of the conservative bent who once thought that the President should have provided arms to the rebel militants in Syria. But what happened with the rebel militants in Syria? They formed an offshoot of al-Queda called ISIS. Now ISIS wants total and complete control of both Iraq and
Syria. So much so that they are forcing people at gun point to convert to Islam. Now these non Islamic people have fled into the mountains of Iraq without food and water.
The President ordered the air strikes of key ISIS positions i.e. artillery aimed at the Kurds, mortar positions and ISIS convoys. He also ordered food and water to be dropped to those people fleeing ISIS. Another one hundred advisors have been flown into Iraq to aid the Iraqi government defend themselves. Plus a contingent of Green berets were sent to learn of the best way to extract those people out of harms way from ISIS militants.
I have to ask , what more would the people in America want the President to do? Other than put “boots on the ground.”
Even Sadams Hussein’s Republican Guard runs away from ISIS.
In regards to Hamas, everyone who has read this newsletter knows how I think Hamas has to be rooted from the Gaza Strip (Palestine). But the question remains how should the United States do this without putting “boots on the ground”?

sports: The Yankees are 7 games back in the AL East with a record of 63-59 . They are within 3 games of a wild card position for the post season.
The Mets are 8 games back in the NL East with a record of 59-67. It doesn’t look good for the Mets for post season play.
The Jets are 2-0 in preseason football and the Giants are 3-0 in preseason play.
The Hudson Valley Renegades are 41-42 in AAA baseball and are in first place in their division of AAA.

History of P&G’s continued to the present

From 1925 – 1945 a number of diverse businesses occupied the building. These included Carols Clothing Store, Atkins Drug Store, Schaffert Real Estate Office, Marie Shop and Dicks Bar and Grill among others.
In 1947 Dicks Bar and Grill was purchased by two Lake Mohonk employees, Pat Cafferty and George Jayne. Legend has it that neither told their wives of their intention to purchase the business. They immediately changed the Grills name to Pat and Georges. Among it’s loyal customers it was simply P&G’s.
One of the best things to happen to P&G’s occurred in 1961. An ex Dodger player named Stormer Nickerson became a bartender. Stormy as he was affectionately known became something of a legend. His heart, quiet good humor and generous spirit made P&G’s the one place that welcomed all from the harsher outside world into a refuge for college students, business people, local characters and even for a while, in the 1960’s, bikers. According to one source. “They weren’t as rowdy a crew as you might expect because although he was quiet, Stormy commanded and got respect.” His professional baseball background made him a natural to pitch batting practice for the New Paltz College teams and he did so for a number of seasons. One college fraternity considered P&G’s their private domain. The scene of everything important, news, views, camaraderie and especially humor was always evident at P&G’s.
After the St. Helens volcano erupted and news reports discussed the possibility of ash fall out across the U.S., Stormy came to work to find the staff dressed in garbage bags and metal kitchen colanders on their heads. Since no ash was reported on anyone, Stormy reasoned the
attire had been affective by making everyone laugh their ash off.
In June 1991, after 30 years, Stormy retired from P&G’s. He died in June of 1994. From his casual humor that lingers, to his Chile recipe that is still served and the kind memories often repeated by his many friends, Stormy is still here.
In 1969 Edwin Beck bought P&G’s. His first weekend as owner was completely successful. The following weekend, however, the place was deserted. A disheartened Beck couldn’t understand what he had done to alienate everyone so quickly. He was relieved to learn it was simply a matter of poor timing. Everyone was away and wallowing in a farm in Bethel NY. A music festival or something.
Ed Beck never spent time worrying. He looked across Main Street and up Platekill Avenue, seeing thousands of thirsty college students who, for the most part remained on campus. Taking a good supply of liquid refreshment, Beck went to the campus and gave the students (all legal in those days) a new place to call home. He transformed P&G’s from a neighborhood bar into a local institution.
The face of Beck’s personality had much to do with the continued success of P&G’s, the place was fun. One oft quoted story about Beck concerns a young P&G’s enthusiast who wanted to be just like Beck when he grew up. It is reported that Beck in all humility replied. “Well you can’t do both.”
The name Pat and Georges was officially changed to P&G’s in the 1980’s by Ed Beck and his son Mike. In 1985, Mike bought out his fathers interest. In 1994, he undertook extensive renovations, making the building exterior appear as it did in 1900, when it was the Casino.

The FIRST CIVILIZATION

Rocky Mountains October, 2009

Drew Pearson, an archeologist in training for his PhD, was exploring the grounds around an old ancient village in the Rockies near Denver Colorado. There was something about this village that intrigued Drew. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that attracted him to an ancient village that pre-dated the present day by at least five thousand years. He knew he would find few if any archeological artifacts because the village had been combed by hundreds of archeologists for over fifty years.
He had read everything of what previous archeologists had found and he was attracted to their conclusions that the people who had inhabited the village were years and years ahead of the modern human animal that had existed at that time in history. How? The archeologists were unsure. They couldn’t even speculate or guess how the people who inhabited the village those thousands of years ago had advanced beyond the modern human animal of the time. But they were sure of the advanced technology of the peoples because of the advanced tools and farm implements found in the ancient village. These tools and implements predated the human animal by maybe five hundred to one thousand years.
Archeologists were puzzled that they found no weapons or war implements of any kind. So they had to ask how those people survived those many years ago. And they also asked, where these people had disappeared to. Much like the Anasazi of the southwest.
Drew knew if he could find a reason for these peoples existence and how and where they disappeared, he would have a subject for his PhD thesis that he still had not decided upon. But he thought if he could discover the reason behind the existence of these people, he would have

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no problem with his PhD thesis being accepted by the scholars who would judge his dissertation and thesis. That was his plan as he explored the ancient village. He had already spent a week exploring the ancient village. He was using a federal grant for his studies, so he had the needed money for room and board at a local B&B. But he knew he had to discover something and soon because his grant account was becoming low in funds.
He had spent days and days exploring every nook and cranny of the ancient village. But he knew previous archeologists had already examined each and every nook and cranny he explored. He knew they were all missing something. He thought the best place to hide was in plain sight. So, he just wandered the grounds of the ancient village, searching. He came to a large Oak tree that had an overly large burrel hole in it’s trunk. He wanted to reach inside the trunk and explore it with his fingers, but was reluctant to do so because he feared he would find a hornets nest with his fingers. But there was something in the burrel hole of that Oak tree that called to him. So he breathed deeply as his hand explored the hole in the trunk of the Oak tree.
After a few minutes of exploring the Oak tree, his hand came upon a rolled parchment that he gingerly pulled free. The rolled parchment was wrapped in a leather covering.
He dared not open the rolled parchment because it was so old and brittle. He thought to take it to a local university archeology department and use one of the humidors to infiltrate the rolled parchment with enough humidity that it could be unrolled without too much damage.
He knew that he couldn’t mail the parchment to Harvard, where he was completing his graduate studies, for two reasons. First) He was unsure of the postal handling of a rolled, fragile

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parchment. Even with the warning: FRAGILE – HANDLE WITH CARE. Second) He wasn’t
sure he could trust everybody in the Harvard graduate program. He didn’t trust anyone to see the
unrolled parchment before he did. He was that certain of it’s importance to his studies.
He decided he would take a bus to the University of Colorado in Denver to beg and plead to use their humidor. He laid the rolled parchment carefully on his bed before he left to celebrate his find at a local tavern that was just down the street from the B&B. Before he left his room he donned an insulated leather jacket because he noticed earlier that the temperature was dropping. And he placed a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the outside door knob to his room.
He walked briskly to the tavern because of the chill in the air. When he got to the tavern and stepped inside, he was pleased to find the tavern was pleasantly warm. So he removed his jacket and draped it over the back support of the stool at the bar.
After he sat on the stool, he ordered a Jamieson Irish Whiskey, neat. As he sat, sipping his whiskey, he pulled a binder from the shoulder bag that held all his notes of the ancient village. He hoped that there was something in his many notes of his findings of the village that he wrote and maybe something that he only glanced at and could work on to further his knowledge of the ancient village.
As he sipped his whiskey and read his notes, a man sat on the stool next to his. Drew heard the man sit and only glanced to the person seated next to him and smile hello.
The bartender asked. “What would you like sir?”
Drew heard an almost musical sound come from the man. “Yes. I’ll have what he is having.” He said, pointing to Drew.

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“Jamieson, neat it is sir.” The bartender replied.
“Make it a double.” The stranger said.
“Coming right up.”
Drew had to see the man who ordered the same drink as himself, and a double. He saw that the stranger was extremely tall. He knew this even from the man sitting on the stool. The mans knees almost touched the underside of the bar as he sat, so Drew knew he was too large for the stool. He estimated the stranger stood at least a foot over his 5’6″ frame. And the tone of the mans skin was bronze, almost golden. Drew didn’t know what to make of this man and just went back to studying his notes. He estimated the man’s age to be in the mid thirties.
After a few minutes the man nudged Drew’s arm. “I have seen you exploring that ancient village up the mountain. Can I ask what you are looking for? Treasure?”
Drew turned to face the man. “Treasure? Yes. Treasure of the mind. I am trying to learn of the people who inhabited that village over five thousand years ago.”
“Why?” The stranger asked.
“I am a graduate student at Harvard and I thought to write my thesis on the ancient peoples who lived there then disappeared. I am trying to get my PhD in archeology.”
“Perhaps I can help you.”
“How?” Drew asked. “You know of that ancient village that archaeologists have been studying for over fifty years?”
“Maybe.” The stranger said.
“Again. How?”

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The man smiled. “I and many of my friends and family have studied that ancient village
for many, many years”
“Your family and friends?”
“My friends and I have been searching for evidence that the Nephlilim settled there. You know of the Nephilim?”
“Of course!” Drew said. “Every archeology student has learned of the Nephilim in their first year of studies as an undergraduate. Are you trying to tell me you searched for the Nephilim? Considered the First Civilization of modern man?”
“Yes I am.”
Drew didn’t know how to respond. To meet a man who searched for the Nephilim beings that pre-dated human beings was almost unheard of. “Why are you interested in the Nephilim who are mentioned just once in Genesis?”
“Because I saw your curiosity and I somehow know you seek what we of my clan seek in regards to the people who once lived there in the village.”
“You wish to share with me what you have learned? Why?” Drew had to ask.
“I saw how you explored that ancient village, but you didn’t disturb anything as you searched. Unlike the previous archeologists who would grab, turn over and otherwise disturb the grounds, but you didn’t. And I was impressed with your exploration techniques.”
Drew didn’t know what to say, but. “My name is Drew Pearson and your name?”
“Calederille, but you can call me Cal.”
“How much more do you know of me?” Drew asked.

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Cal just nodded. “I read your article in an archeological review of how you believe that
too many people are looking at the winter solstice of 2012 as the apocalypse and that you
stressed it was to be the dawn of a new age of man. And that many of your fellow archeologists
and theologians did not accept your analysis of the 2012 winter solstice. And I am here to tell you, you’re essentially correct with most of your assumptions of this new dawn of mankind.”
“Where was I correct in my assumptions?” Drew asked.
“Only that it will be a new dawn of civilization.” The strange man, Cal explained.
Drew only shook his head. “Again. You know this, how?”
Cal only smiled. “Because we believe that God will initiate this new dawn.”
Drew could only shake his head. “And you know this, how?”
Cal looked up and pointed to the ceiling of the bar. “God.”
“God?” Drew asked. “You know I am essentially an agnostic. In that I don’t know what to believe. It seems to me that everyone thinks they know the mind of God. But I insist it is impossible to know the mind of God.” Drew paused to sip his drink. “I would guess that is the reason I became attracted to the sciences. And archeology fascinates me. I just need to know the early history of mankind and the earth.”
Cal only smiled. “Remember what Einstein said. Religion without science is ignorant and science without religion is lame.”
Drew could only laugh. “Ain’t that the truth. I don’t reject religion. I just reject everyones thinking that what other religions believe is wrong. I don’t accept the mind set that how they believe is superior to everyone else.”
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“I gather you want to learn more from us regarding the Nephilim?”
“If the Nephilim are in any way related to the ancient peoples of this village, then yes.” Drew answered.
Cal nodded. “I will talk to my people and see if we want to aid you in your research.”
Cal stood and held out his hand to Drew. Drew stood and shook Cal’s hand. Drew saw that he was correct in his estimate of Cals height. He definitely stood at least a foot over Drews diminutive frame.

Two hours later.

Cal entered the home of Jarin, the community leader of the Nephilim. The Nephilim community had many families, though they lived in separate houses many miles from each other. As this was the best way to hide themselves from mankind. They had been keeping themselves hidden for thousands of years and were quite adept at it. They really didn’t want anyone to know of their existence. But they were starting to wonder if they should reveal themselves before God’s judgement of mankind. The intentions of God were not revealed to them and thus they were almost as in the dark as the human animal. But they were certain that humans had almost severed their ties with God because of their greed. And they thought it might be time to reveal God’s anger at mans greed
When Cal entered Jarin’s home he saw ten other people of the Nephilim clan. He waved and smiled at them.

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“What did you learn of that young man we have seen exploring our ancient village?”
Jarin asked Cal in their ancient language that predated Greek, Aramaic, Hebrew and the other
ancient languages of early man.
“He is very passionate on learning of us before the modern human. That is the reason he
is so delicate with everything he finds and explores.”
“Anything else?” Jarin asked.
Cal had seated himself on an over large stool when he entered Jarin’s home. He stood before he answered Jarin. “I think it would be wise if we introduce him to our existence.”
“Can we trust him not to reveal ourselves to anyone?” Another in the group asked.
Cal nodded. “Yes. I think we can trust him not to reveal ourselves to the outside world unless we allow it.”
“You trust him that much, Cal?” His wife of fifty years, Lorileagh, asked.
“Yes. I think we can. But maybe it would be better if we invite him to meet with us before we reveal our true identities.”
It was Jarin who stood up next. “We could invite him to my home and we will talk to him then decide if he should know of us. Would that be satisfactory, Cal?”
“Yes. I think it would. I am pretty certain you will all be impressed with his knowledge, attitude and his respect for our hidden existence.” Cal explained to the Nephilim clan gathered.

The next night at the Rocky Mountain Bar and Grill

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Cal saw Drew sitting at the same bar stool he had seen him the previous night when they first talked.
Drew saw Cal when he entered the bar and motioned him to sit on the stool next to him.
“Anything new to report?” He asked.
Cal nodded. “My people would like very much to meet with you, if you are willing.”
“Willing?” Drew almost shouted, but whispered. “To meet the people who are as interested in the Nephilim as I am? I am most curious to talk to your people.”
“You can meet with us, but you must promise to never write about our existence and what we teach you.” Cal whispered. “I know it will be tough not to write about our existence. But you must promise to never write what you learn.” Cal stressed.
“Count on it.” Drew promised. “I just want to know about what you have learned and what you can teach me. And it might be far more than the professors at Harvard can teach me. I want to learn from you and only for my own knowledge.” Drew finished, almost gasping.
“Then it can be arranged.” Cal said. “But only on our time.”
“That’s a given.” Drew said.
“Our leader, Jarin, will determine when it’s best for you to meet and learn from our community.”
“I can hardly wait.” Drew said excitedly.
“But wait, you must.” Cal said. “Because the first meeting will be entirely up to Jarin.”
Drew nodded. “I’ll wait. What else can I do? But my grant money is getting low and I don’t have much to continue to live here for too much longer.”

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“It won’t be too long, trust us. We have the financial means to keep you as you wait for
Jarin’s final decision.”
Drew took out his checkbook, scanned the check register and did some mental
calculations. He closed his checkbook, looked to Cal. “I have a week, maybe two weeks left of
my grant money and only if I skimp and save.”
Cal reached under his tunic and pulled out a roll of bills. He handed Drew five one hundred dollar bills. “Will this help you financially?”
Drew was wide eyed when he took the offered cash. “I accept, but I don’t know when I can pay you back.”
Cal waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. Just consider it a grant from my people for your research project.”
“This will definitely help. And I will spend it wisely. Trust me.”
“I will contact you when Jarin feels it appropriate for you to meet with us.” Cal explained as he left the bar.

Three days later

Cal picked up Drew at the B&B with a new Jeep Wrangler. Drew was impressed with the transportation.
“You’re taking me to Jarin to meet with your people?” Drew asked.
Cal nodded. “Yes. Jarin must know if you can be trusted not to reveal our existence

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until we feel it is time.”
“I am looking forward to meeting with your people.” Drew said as Cal drove the
Wrangler.
“You will meet them shortly.” Cal said as he negotiated a right turn. He came to a stop
in front of Jarins house.

The meeting with the ancient Nephilim

Drew followed Cal into Jarin’s house not knowing what to expect . He was that nervous of the meeting the people who were as interested as he was of the Nephilim. After he followed Cal through the front door, he saw that everyone stood, as if expecting to meet him, which he knew they were. He saw they were all as tall as Cal in stature.
Cal motioned for him to sit on a stool that appeared to be there just for his relatively small size. He did as Cal asked and waited.
It wasn’t a long wait before one man stood and explained. “My name is Jarin and I am the leader of our clan. Calederille tells me you are interested in knowing about the Nephilim. But you must never reveal ourselves to anyone without our permission.”
Drew looked up to Jarin. “I will not reveal anything about your people unless you allow it.”
“And you want to know of the Nephilim, why?”
Drew sat back on his stool and thought. “I guess because I studied that emperor,

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Charlagmane who insisted there was a First Civilization before mankind and I want to know
how he knew this. Other than what was written in the Old Testament of the Bible in Genesis.”
Jarin nodded. “That Emperor, Charlagmane knew of Nephilim because we introduced
ourselves to him. We knew that if we introduced ourselves to Charlagmane, he would
introduce a new society in what is now Europe.”
“And you are the Nephilim? Charlagmane did meet with the you?” Drew asked, astounded
“Yes. Of course.” Jarin said. “But not with anyone here. Because though we may have relatively long life spans, we are not immortal. It was those of us many generations before we lived.”
Drew had to ask. “If you have long life spans, how long is your typical life?”
Jarin shook his head. “That’s not important for you to know. It is only important that you and you alone know that we, the Nephilim exist. We don’t want to be revealed. Do you understand?”
Drew nodded. “You’re secret is safe with me. Count on it.”
“Good.” Jarin said. “Now what do you wish to learn from us?”
Drew could only sit back on his stool and think then he asked. “What can you tell me what you taught Charlagmane?”
It was Lorileagh’s turn to speak and she explained. “We taught him the value of the arts and sciences.”
“And that was it?” Drew asked.

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“No.” Cal spoke. “He learned that peoples value is not based on their wealth, but rather
what they can accomplish. Both as laborers and artists. Thus came the Italian Renaissance of
art with the works of Botticelli, DaVinci, Michelangelo and a host of other artists, most notably
from the De Medici family in Florence, Italy.”
“But the De Medici were known as hard core money hoarders.” Drew said.
Cal nodded. “Yes. A few generations after Cosimo and Lorenzo De Medici lived. Lorenzo De Medici was essentially murdered by a bishop of Rome because the bishop feared his popularity among those in Florence. And this bishop thought he could control Florence with Lorenzo gone.”
“Did this bishop succeed?” Drew asked.
“Hardly.” Cal said. “He was excommunicated from the Roman Catholic Church by Pope Alexander II.”
“What else have you accomplished with your direction of we humans?”
Jarin shook his head. “Since Carlemagne, we have only been observers of the human condition.”
“Are you not human?”
“Of course! But only more advanced in our thinking.” Jarin explained.
“So, what’s next?” Drew asked not only of Jarin, but all the Nephilim present.
“We wait for God’s judgement that’s not the winter solstice of 2012. Then we may reveal ourselves and only if God wills it.”
“I can hardly wait.” Drew said with anticipation. “The days after this event should be

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very interesting. Not only to me as an archeologist, but to the whole world.”
“It will definitely be an awaking for the modern human.” Jarin explained.
“Are you not modern human?” Drew asked.
“Ultra modern.” Was Jarin’s explanation.
“Where did your people disappear?” Drew asked. “Or was it like those native
peoples, the Anasazi of the southwest, who disappeared and no one knows where they went?
“We found the Anasazi to be very interested in knowing of us and we intermarried with them. Thus you are looking at the descendants of the Anasazi. At least to some degree.” Jarin explained almost professorially.”
“You intermarried with the ancient Hebrew people. At least that is what is written in Genesis of the Old Testament.” Drew said.
Jarin nodded. “Yes. You are correct. Our people wandered the earth and intermarried with many peoples. According to what we here have learned, our people intermarried with people not only here in North America, but also South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, India and even in Australia.
Drew stood up, stretched his arms over his head. “Man. Do you people get around,”
Jarin noticed that Drew was tiring and asked. “Do you need Calederille to take you back? So you can rest?
“Just one more question.”
“And?”
“There has been a great deal of research by archeologists in the area of Gibraltar on

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Spain’s southern coast. It is believed that was the area of Atlantis. Are your people from this
legendary land?”
Jarin just nodded. “Yes.”
“But you left Atlantis.” Drew said.
“No. We didn’t leave our country. We are just born explorers.”
“But that area of land was flooded by a tsunami. At least that is the conclusions of fellow archeologists.”
“Unfortunately these archaeologists are correct in their assessments. But many of our people sailed around the world to explore. And that is how we still exist.” Jarin taught. “And it may have been the will of God for us to explore and still exist.”
“Did this devastation of your homeland bother you?” Drew asked.
Lorileagh stood and shook her head. “It happened many generations and years before we came to be. Thus we can only wonder and guess of our ancient homeland and what it could have been if it still existed today. We can only suppose it was God’s will for our homeland to no longer exist. But God let the explorers from our homeland to continue to exist and observe the human animal.”
Jarin spoke next. “Is there anything else you would like to learn before Calederille takes you back?”
Drew looked over Jarin’s people. “I found a rolled parchment in a very old Oak tree. Was this your creation?”
“Probably so.” Jarin said, “What do you plan on doing with the parchment?”

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“I plan on taking it to the University of Colorado in Denver and hope their archeology
department has a humidor that I can use to infiltrate the parchment enough that I will be able to
unroll it without too much damage. Then read what it will reveal.” Drew explained.
Jarin laughed. “You won’t be able to read anything on that parchment. Believe me.”
“Why not?” Drew asked. “I am fluent in most of the ancient languages on earth and
even ancient runes and hieroglyphics.”
“It is written in a language never seen by modern man. Believe me.” Jarin explained.
“But you will be able to read it?” Drew asked hopefully.
“Of course.” Jarin replied.
“Okay after I have used the humidor and bring it back here to you. You can tell me what is written on the parchment?”
“Yes.” Jarin said emphatically.
“Great.” Drew said. “I’ll take a bus to the university in Denver to plead to use one of their humidors. If they let me, I will bring it back for you to read. It could take two or three days for this process.”
“We can wait. We have learned patience through our many years of existence.” Cal said. “But I caution you not to let anyone else see this parchment for they will be too curious about what is written there and you may not get it back.” Cal explained.
Drew nodded. “I’ll take your advice and not unroll it until I meet with all of you in about three days.”
Cal drove Drew back to the B&B.

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University of Colorado in Denver

Drew was able to get the use of a humidor in the archeology department when he
explained he found the ancient parchment in a tree trunk and thought it might be the writings of
early explorers of the west. He also stressed that he wanted to study it before anyone else after he explained his graduate studies at Harvard.
The chairman of the archeology department reluctantly agreed to Drew’s request.
I was a long three days and three nights for Drew as he waited to see the parchment in all it’s glory.
Finally on the third day. Drew opened the humidor front door and checked the parchment for any brittleness. He was satisfied that the parchment could be unrolled without too much damage and he placed it on a long plastic tube he had purchased for the parchment. He immediately took a bus back to the B&B to call Cal to meet him so they could examine it together at Jarin’s.
Cal picked him up and drove to Jarin’s home. It was apparent to Drew that the others of the Nephilim clan knew he was ready to reveal the parchment because he saw many autos in front of Jarin’s home.
He and Cal left the Jeep Wrangler and walked with purpose to the front door. Cal opened the door, knowing they were expected. Drew followed Cal with the parchment in the plastic tube cradled in his arms.
Jarin was seated at a table at the rear of the room and motioned with his finger for Drew

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to come to the table with the protected parchment. Drew unscrewed the tube end so that Jarin could pull the parchment out and waited breathlessly as Jarin unrolled it and read what was
written.
“Can you decipher this?” Jarin asked Drew, pointing to what was written on the
unrolled parchment.
To Drew he only saw unintelligible scrawl on the parchment. “That is totally unknown to me or any other scholar. And I am certain no one could ever translate that and read it.”
“Precisely.” Jarin said. “It was never intended to be read by anyone else, but the Nephilim and we intend to keep it that way.”
“Why?” Drew asked.
“Because we don’t want anyone to know of us until we are ready to reveal ourselves. And we will only reveal ourselves when God wills it.” Jarin explained.
“Can you tell me what is written there?” Drew asked and almost pleaded.
“It is the writings and observations of our people when they first arrived here in what you call the Rocky Mountains.” Jarin explained.
“That’s it? Nothing more?” Drew asked.
Jarin could only nod. “There is more, but I think it would be wisest if you learn our ancient language. Then you can read and interpret what was written on this parchment about five thousand years ago.”
“I’m willing. But could you give me about six months so I can finish my PhD work at Harvard?” Drew asked.

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“But of course. We want you to know of us and then you might agree to chronicle our beings.” Jarin said. “We can support you financially if you agree to be the chronicler of our
history.”
“I will and agree to chronicle and write about you. But I am uncertain who would
believe what I write.” Drew explained.
Jarin stood before the unrolled parchment. “That is understood. We will allow you to continue your studies. And when you are finished, we expect to see you here in our community.”
“And I can survive here? How?” Drew asked Jarin.
Jarin smiled. “In our thousands and thousands of years of existence, we have learned how to live comfortably without greed. And because we can do this, you will learn how you can support yourself. We owned a lot of land here in Colorado before the Europeans arrived and we sold this land to the newcomers. Then we invested wisely with this money. Thus we can live comfortably.

One year later.

It took Drew longer than six months to finish his graduate studies at Harvard because he had to totally rethink his PhD dissertation, his thesis on the First Civilization before modern man But he only chronicled this civilization up to Charlagmane. He included what was written in the Old Testament of the Bible. But he knew he had to keep his promise to Jarin and

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the others in the community in the Rockies. And he kept his promise to them though it was extremely difficult and almost draining.
His thesis was accepted by the doctoral review committee, but only very reluctantly.
After he got his PhD, he was able to get another Federal study grant to study the early
peoples in the mid-west and the Rocky Mountain ranges.
After Harvard Graduate School he married another archeology graduate student,
Jennifer. They fell heavily in love when they discovered they both shared the same interest in early mankind. Drew was reluctant to tell her of his discovery of the Nephilim people because of his promise to these same people.
It was only after he and Jennifer moved to the Rockies to a small hillside cabin where he would write his research for the Federal grant that he thought he could bring her to Jarin’s and meet these ancient peoples.
He explained to her that a friend of his would pick them up to meet some people who would interest her scientifically. He didn’t elaborate and this intrigued her.
Jennifer was taken aback when he first introduced her to Cal. He towered over her five foot frame.
“Is she prepared to meet our people?” Cal asked.
“I trust her. And if I do then you must.” Drew answered.
“It is Jarin’s decision.” Cal said.

Jarin’s home

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After they left their cabin with Cal, Drew explained to Jennifer about the Nephilim she
was about to meet. She was, to say the least, flabbergasted at this knowledge and she had too
many questions to ask when Cal suggested it would be better if she met the others in the
Nephilim clan who would answer all her questions.
Jennifer was almost giddy when they entered the front door to Jarin’s home. She was
stunned when everyone in the front room rose to greet her and Drew. She was surprised by their exceedingly tall size.
Cal directed Drew and Jennifer to a couch that seemed to be there purposefully to accommodate their size.
I wasn’t long before Jarin entered and sat behind the table he used to direct the meetings of the Nephilim. He smiled at both Jennifer and Drew before he spoke.
“Young lady.” He said staring at Jennifer. “Do you know who we are?”
Jennifer could only stammer as she stood. “Yes. My husband, Drew, explained everything to me. At least everything he knew and he told me that I can never reveal what I know of you and your people.”
“Very good. And you accept this restriction?” Jarin asked.
“Of course. I accept anything my husband, my love for life, tells me. In fact I am willing to aid him when he writes the chronicles of your people.”
“You accept this position readily?”
“Of course. I am an archaeologist like he is. And I am very interested in the Nephilim people and history.”

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Jarin sat back in his chair with eyes closed and his fingers supporting his chin. Though
it was only a few minutes, to Drew and Jennifer it seemed like hours. They anticipated Jarin’s
final decision that much.
Finally Jarin opened his eyes and let his hands lay on the table before him. “I have made my decision.” He explained.
Drew and Jennifer held their breath as they held hands waiting for his decision.
Jarin smiled. “You, Jennifer Pearson will be accepted to be part or our community with your husband. If you are willing?”
Jennifer almost jumped up to scream with delight. “Of course I’m willing!”
“Good.” Jarin said. “You will adhere to our restriction of not telling anyone of our existence until we deem it necessary.”
“Of course.” Jennifer agreed.
“Then you will help your husband write and chronicle our history and beings.” Jarin taught.
The meeting with the Nephilim lasted another twenty minutes before Jennifer and Drew were allowed to leave with Cal to their cabin.
When Cal left them off at their cabin, Drew immediately filled the pot-belly stove in their living room with dry hard wood and kindling. He lit a rolled up paper that he used to lite the wood. Within a half hour the pot-belly stove was producing enough heat to warm their small two bedroom cabin. One bedroom they used as their study to write of the Nephilim and where they both would key what they had learned on their lap tops. They would compare what

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each had written and merge their written work together.

September 2012

Drew and Jennifer had lived in their small two bedroom cabin for two years. And in that time, Drew learned the language of the ancient Nephilim and could read and write the heretofore unintelligible scrawl. While he learned this language, Jennifer was kept busy learning from these ancient peoples and writing their history, myth and lore. They were kept so busy learning of these ancient peoples, they barely had time for each other. But they didn’t complain, they were that intent on learning and writing of these peoples. It wasn’t unusual for Jennifer to wake early in the morning to find Drew studying the ancient language of the Nephilim.
They were finally able to have their written work published in the a tiny archeological journal about the upcoming winter solstice that everyone feared. But most of the newspapers, magazines wouldn’t touch what they had to teach about God and God’s disappointment with mankinds greed.
After their tenth rejection letter, Drew said. “Maybe we should eliminate Lucifer from our writings. And how Lucifer seeks to control mankind with greed.”
Jennifer shook her head. “But Lucifer, the evil demon, exists and we both know that this demon wants to control mankind with greed.”
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man that they are being controlled and are minions of Lucifer?”
Jennifer could only say. “We wait for God’s judgement on the winter solstice.”

Many years later.

Drew and Jennifer were reading a newspaper in a local coffee shop one morning and watching the early morning news on the television that sat over the rear counter of the shop when the news of a sudden earthquake in Southern Spain caught their attention.
“It has been reported.” The news anchor said on the television. “That an almost crystal like city rose up from the epicenter of Spains earthquake. Archeologists, historians and other like minded scientists are trying to explain this occurrence in Spain.”

Drew smiled at Jennifer. “I believe it is happening. A precursor to that special cosmic celestial event.”
Jennifer smiled. “Yes. I think you’re right and they, the Nephilim, were right.” She whispered as silently as she could so as no one could hear her.
Drew took his last sip from his coffee mug. “We should meet with Jarin and the rest of the Nephilim to learn what should be done.”

At Jarin’s home they saw all of the Nephilim in glee and happiness with knowing their ancient homeland had been revealed to the population of the earth.
Their only concern was how to reveal themselves to the peoples of the earth. It was an

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either/or situation. Either they were accepted as emissaries of God, or they weren’t.
When Drew and Jennifer arrived at Jarin’s home they were met by the happiness of the seated Nephilim and almost giddiness. The Nephilim clan there and throughout the world knew they no longer had to hide themselves. All of the Nephilim knew they could return to their homeland, country and live as they all believed and fantasied about living.
Drew and Jennifer deliberately walked over to Jarin, Cal and Lorileagh talking quietly to each other, as if they were planning something.
Drew was the first to speak. “Are you happy that your homeland is now available for your living quarters?”
Jarin looked up and pointed to everyone in the room. “Can’t you see we are?”
“So. You will be leaving here to go to your homeland shortly, I guess.” Drew said as he held Jennifers hand.
“Yes.” Jarin nodded. “And it won’t be long before we leave. We only have to settle our property with the locals and then we’re gone. And for good.”
Jennifer shook as she asked. “What do you need of us?”
Jarin smiled. “You will be needed to write of our people and history. Are you willing?”
“Of course.” Drew and Jennifer replied in unison. “But you will explain what you want written?” Drew asked. “Now that you and your people have been revealed.”
“Yes. We will guide you because the winter solstice is, but a few days away. And that is the day of God’s judgement on the human population. You will be needed to show to the world population that God is very angry with the greed in the world. Can you accept God’s

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judgement?”
“Drew could only smile. “We can. But can the rest of the world? That is the
question.”
“They can and must.” Jarin almost commanded.
“The next few weeks should be interesting.” Drew said. “Especially with the wealthy.”

When the remaining Nephilim were able to get to their homeland of Atlantis (or what was always called Atlantis) They were met by television and radio people wanting to know more of the legendary city from long ago, three thousand years, before Plato.
The returning Nephilim reluctantly talked, but did not allow anyone, but themselves inside the crystal, jeweled city. Even aircraft with cameras got only jumbled and scrambled images of the inner city.
Finally one day, an aged man who to Drew looked to be at least fifty years older than Jarin came out through the jeweled encrusted front gate of the Nephilim city to a crowd of microphones and TV cameras. He held up his hand to explain he had something to say.
When all the radio and television reporters quieted down, he explained.
“In two days time, it will be God’s judgement of mankind. And I can assure you that God is very grieved and angry at mankinds greed and God will judge you all.”
“How will God judge us?” A reporter asked.
The old man shook his head. “I don’t know. That is between you and God.”
“But God will judge each and everyone of us?” Another voice asked.

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“Yes.” Was all the old man said.
“How will God judge us?” Came another question.
The old man shook his head. “I don’t know. That is between you and God.”

December 25, 2013 ( the supposed birth of Jesus.)

Suddenly all the money in the world became worthless when everyone learned they cannot buy their way into heaven or the kingdom of God. The most wealthy in the world suddenly found themselves looking up to the skilled craftsman and laborers in the world. The wealthy learned that their skills at hoarding money was absolutely worthless after God’s judgement of all of mankind. They learned painfully, that greed is totally against the dictates of their God. And it was a very painful lesson to learn. But they couldn’t appeal to a higher power, so what else could they do?

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