The Basin of Rameses II
In his temple at Abydos in a remote corner of southern Egypt—not far from his famous list of seventy-six pharaohs carved into a wall—Rameses left a tablet mentioning the “Six Guidestones of Ra’s Dark Twin.”
Now while it is not impossible that Rameses could have seen all of these stones, it is unlikely. It is believed, however, that all six of the stones resided at one time in Egypt, even the Stonehenge and Mayan ones. Whatever the case, Rameses does seem to have been in possession of some advanced knowledge about them, and of all the pharaohs, he alone committed that knowledge to writing.
These guidestones, he said, once “impregnated by the Sa-Benben” would provide “the necessary wisdom” when “Ra’s Dark Twin returned to wreak his vengeance on the world.”
As you can imagine, for many years this confounded Egyptologists. Ra was the Sun. Who or what, then, was Ra’s Dark Twin? Another Sun?
It took the technological wizardry of modern astronomy to find it: the Dark Sun now approaching our solar system.
So what do the Six Ramesean Stones do? Why did Rameses call them guidestones?
Simple: they guide us to the Machine.
And the Machine saves our planet.
We thought our troubles were over when we erected the Capstone atop the Great Pyramid, but no, we were only completing a necessary precondition for this, the main event: we “charged” the Sa-Benben.
And so now the Sa-Benben has been charged by the Sun. As such it is ready to interact with the Six. It is my belief that when the Sa-Benben comes into contact with each Sacred Stone, that Stone will provide a unique insight into the coming of the Dark Sun and the Earth-saving operation of the Machine.
The end of all things is near……but it’s not over yet.
A DOOR SLAMMED somewhere. The assembled delegates looked up from their reading.
“Ah-ha! My son!” Sheik Abbas leaped up from his chair and embraced the handsome young man who had entered the room.
He was Captain Rashid Abbas, commander of the UAE’s elite First Commando Regiment. The sheik’s first son, he was a strikingly handsome man: with a chiseled jaw, dark Arabian skin, and deep blue eyes. His call-sign was typically grand:The Scimitar of Allah, or justScimitar for short.
“Father,” he said, embracing Abbas warmly. “Forgive my lateness, but I was waiting on my friend here.”
Scimitar indicated his companion—who had entered the room almost invisibly, outshone by Scimitar’s luminous presence. He was a delicate, precise fellow, with a bald head and a long ratlike nose. His shifting eyes swept the room, taking in everything, tense and edgy, suspicious.
Scimitar said, “Father, allow me to introduce Abdul Rahman al Saud from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, from their esteemed Royal Intelligence Service. His call sign:Vulture. ”
Vulture bowed to Sheik Abbas, low and slow.
Lily disliked Vulture on sight. His bow was too low, too obsequious, too deliberate.
As for Scimitar, she had seen him once or twice before—and then, as now, she noticed that Pooh Bear retreated into a corner of the room at the arrival of his handsome older brother. It seemed to Lily that the presence of his dashing brother clearly affected the younger and fatter Pooh Bear.
It made her dislike Scimitar, too.
Jack was also disturbed, but for different reasons. While he had expected Scimitar, he had not expected him to bring a Saudi spy along, the first of Sheik Abbas’s uninvited guests.
“Vulture?” he said. “Not the Blood Vulture of Abu Ghraib prison fame?”
Vulture visibly stiffened. So did Scimitar.
During the official investigation into the atrocities at the notorious Iraqi prison, it emerged that Saudi intelligence agents had carried out torture activities that American soldiers were forbidden to do. One such Saudi intelligence agent had performed acts of torture so shockingly brutal that he had earned the nickname “Blood Vulture.”
“I visited that prison on several occasions, Captain West,” Vulture said in a low voice, his eyes locked on Jack’s, “but not at the times the depravities took place.”
“I will personally vouch for this man,” Scimitar said irritably. “We have been through much together, over two Gulf Wars and more in between. The rumors of Abu Ghraib are unfounded lies. He is practically my brother.”
At that, Lily saw Pooh Bear lower his eyes.
Vulture said, “I bring information that I am sure will be useful to you and your cause. For instance, I know the plans of the Chinese.”
That got West’s attention. “You do?”
The phone rang. Zoe got it, turned to West: “Jack. It’s the hotel manager. He says there are a couple of people downstairs who would like an audience with you. He says they’re American.”
Moments later, the door to the suite opened to reveal two men: one a tall gray-haired gentleman in a suit; the second a younger man dressed in plain clothes that scarcely disguised his military physique. A soldier.
From his chair, Sheik Abbas recognized the older man. “Why, Attache Robertson? What are you—?”
Jack remained standing between the two Americans and the meeting, blocking the way. “Names. Now.”
The older gentleman didn’t flinch an inch. “Captain West, my name is Paul Robertson, special attache to the US ambassador here in the United Arab Emirates. This is Lieutenant Sean Miller, from the United States Marine
