King Solomon's Journey (The Dominguez Adventures) Page 7

  “I would love to enlighten you.”

  "Let's sit on the sofa." Antonio suggested. Amanda joined him there, and curling her legs beneath her she faced him, the leather cool against her body.

  “How did the Scrolls end up in the cavern?”

  He filled her glass before he began.

  “Let me say first, that almost everything I’m going to explain has been met with at least some degree of controversy. Earlier, I explained that Hidden Mountain is the home of a stone called a Decalogue Stone, a stone of the Ten Commandments. The inscription at Hidden Mountain is the version from Exodus, Chapter Twenty. With Ancient Hebrew letters dating to circa 1000 BC, it coincides with King Solomon’s reign.

  The stone is near the Rio Grande making it reasonable to say that the river created a passage for their transportation. Later, I will convince you, my beautiful lady that the stone was intentionally laid there to mark the site for a Holy Structure.”

  “You’re kidding me,” just listening to him made it sound more amazing. Gripping the neck of the bottle, feeling bolder she gave him more wine.

  “Amanda, I’m not kidding. Stick with me and I’ll show you the Scrolls, then I’ll take you to Hidden Mountain.”

  “It sounds tempting,” Grinning as she answered.

  “I hope. Let me get back to the Rio Grande. More evidence exists of archaic travel along the river. In Texas, there is an ancient Egyptian inscription, which states:

  ‘King Shishong, Egyptian King. A crew of Shishong the King took shelter in the place of concealment.’

  Between 1000-800 BC, several kings had the name Shishong. They were rulers in Libya and Egypt. There is little doubt that travelers from North Africa used this route through the Gulf of Mexico to reach North America during the same time period. Several scholars make convincing arguments in favor of King Solomon’s maritime expeditions. They point out that his alliance with Egypt gained him access to the Egyptian canal in the Mediterranean Sea. This provided King Solomon access to the Atlantic Ocean, and thus North America.

  In the Hebrew Bible, in the Book of Kings, there are passages that support the notion that Solomon built fleets of ships at Ezion-Geber on the Red Sea. A modern archeological discovery revealed a large smelting facility at Ezion-Geber, which dates to the time of, none other than King Solomon.”

  Amanda, having heard bits and pieces of this information before, found his version much more fascinating.

  “Antonio, do you think it is plausible this Scrolls reached America, specifically in New Mexico, during the reign of King Solomon?” She wanted to confirm he wasn’t playing some scholarly head game already dealing with that too many times in her career.

  “Yes, I most certainly think so. Doubting Ancients traveled to the North American Continent is ludicrous. People do it to save Columbus’ glory. This...simple alteration of the facts, for political correctness, or some agenda, is deplorable.”

  She loved hearing his passion. Her values equaled his fervor and disdain for modifying the past. Our written history has suffered many alterations, in response to people unwilling to bend, afraid to learn the truth. Being able to share a common ideal made her more excited about this man, as if she needed more. She tried to control her excitement as she spoke.

  “Antonio, I share your enthusiasm for truth, it impresses me.”

  Thrilled, Antonio felt he scored big. This revealed a lot about her mystery.

  “That pleases me a great deal, Amanda. It does.” Seizing the bottle of wine, he filled their glasses once more.

  “Antonio, I do not want to sound rude, but I do want to make sure I understand.”

  He broke in. “Amanda, relax. You won’t offend me, or seem rude by asking questions about the Scrolls, or anything surrounding it. We’re seeking the truth. By the way, I think your eyes are beautiful.” Smiling at her, fascinated beyond reason, he wanted to keep her around forever.

  She bit her bottom lip when he said it, and now tried to calculate what was next.

  “I presume, despite evidence suggesting the Scrolls could travel to New Mexico in the appropriate period of time, you have other concerns, questions to answer.” Glancing at him, her solar plexus fluttered.

  “Amanda, I have so many questions, and hoped you could enlighten me on one topic that I just can’t seem to get out of my head.”

  Her expression was stunned, “I would love to enlighten you, or do anything that I can to assist you with Solomon and the Scrolls.”

  “Well, it’s in loose relation to the Scrolls…How’d you get in my head while I was in the cavern? Don’t misunderstand, I’m elated you did, not to mention thrilled that I’m sitting here with you now.”

  “I will answer that, but, would you humor me before I do? I want to know your thoughts.” She wanted two things. “How scientific are you as a professional, and how spiritual are you as a man?”

  He chuckled, as he looked on her in awe. “I’m smart enough to know that you’re challenging me to tell you where I draw the line.”

  Giving her a puzzling look, he spoke.

  “You’re clever and enchanting. I’ll start by putting it this way. This experience is altering and has altered my perception of the supernatural. In my own defense as a scientist, I’ve never discounted, nor ruled out the metaphysical, mystical, magic, or God. I’ve always tried to find justification through science or nature.”

  She suddenly had an unaccountable urge to kiss him; she lifted her finger to his face. Her expression came alive with wonder. Her finger ran down his cheek, as their eyes met, she asked.

  “Do you have to see something to know it is real? Does Science or Nature exist when you cannot see or measure it? If science has yet to develop a way to measure it, is it non-existent?”

  He didn’t know whether he should answer her, or make love to her. The Temptress simultaneously confronted, and seduced him. She made him crazy.

  “I prefer to see it, and measure it. I like to touch things. I like to feel things through my senses. I’m aware of experiencing things that I cannot see or measure. I explore those particular invisible forces, and venture to experience, while expanding my horizons. I’ve accomplished much through my inner explorations, and other times I’ve found success through science.”

  Taking a deep breath, she absorbed the explanation of his senses. She wanted him to repeat the words, but worried it would seem inefficient. Providing an answer would be a nice gesture now, but she enjoyed the mental stimulation of learning about him. Quitting now would be a mistake, and she had one more, bigger question.

  “I appreciate your candor, Doctor, but please humor me with one more question before I share my own perspective. You see, I would like a clear view of you before I taint evidence, or muddy any waters. Will you indulge me one more time?” Her seductive look sent Antonio over the edge.

  “I would love to indulge you - now, and far into the future.” His voice slightly cracked within his commitment.

  Their shared attraction so powerful it practically pulsated beyond the two of them, out into the atmosphere. He enjoyed it as much as she did; he wasn’t annoyed, not in the least. She hoped he liked how she teased him, because she wasn’t capable of anything more tonight.

  “You are very accommodating, Dr. Dominguez, I like that. Forgive me, but I am going to ask you one of the most intimate questions a person could ask. What do you think about God? What do you believe about the Divine Order? If I am asking you to expose too much of yourself too soon, I will understand.”

  Brushing his hand across his head, he gave a soft, sexy grin.

  “Where have you been all my life?”

  Both would define this moment as the most intimate of their lives. Sharing personal beliefs was more intimate than sex, and divulging with each other, prior to physical intimacy, sent their senses on fire.

  His first answer wasn’t what she expected, but it echoed through her mind. Shrugging, she remained silent, and only grinned instead.

  “I do believe
in God, though I’m not particularly religious. The event with you and the Scrolls has sparked an interest, and a new opening. I hope to achieve a more complete understanding of God through this endeavor. In fact, I’m hoping you might help me. Sitting here with you, something inside tells me I want to learn from you. Will you be my teacher, Amanda?”

  Breathless, with an odd sense of nausea, he couldn’t comprehend how much she wanted to teach, and learn anything with him. Nevertheless, the need to learn from him grew greater each moment.

  “Dr. Dominguez, you flatter me, but I am not sure that I am as worthy as you believe me to be. You seem capable and open-minded enough to understand anything you would like to understand.

  You are being honest and candid with me, for that I am grateful. I will return the same respect to you. There is nothing I would like to do more than commit to you on this journey. Maybe we could even explore other endeavors, on a more personal agenda. However, I am not sure that I am capable.”

  Antonio didn’t comment, and decided to let this revelation dangle.

  “You can’t avoid my original question. How did you, mysterious beyond your beauty, get into my head? Why did you move in, dwell in my psyche, and seduce every part of me from the moment I fell into that cave? During my dream, you wanted me, and together we became enough to fulfill The Legacy of King Solomon.

  Hallucinating, I felt Love - sent from you. It surrounded me, engulfed me, as easy as breathing. Yet, the fate of the Scrolls depends on it. Yes, I love science. Seeing and measuring are my preferences. I do know that I have a soul, which allows me to experience things. Measuring this through the senses, mind, body, and soul of my own being, I’m sure that what I felt exists.

  The questions are; how, why, and what does it mean? How is it even possible?"

  Amanda rose from her position, and walked over to look out the window. In a way, he was right. Answering the question about his experience would expose her defiance of the belief system she respected.

  No doubt, he was the one man she could share her love with, and the intensity she felt was imperative. Her eyes became glass windows, and moisture built inside them as her body trembled.

  Antonio silently cursed himself for a fool. He should have waited longer to do that. Hell, she would have done it herself anyway. She was finally warming up to him, and pissed-off, the anger came from his callousness, but grew from his urgency.

  How in the hell would he handle her now? He committed the ultimate faux pas for someone with her personality. Damn it...he questioned her Divine integrity, probably the innermost aspect of her being.

  He didn’t approach her, now was not the time to enter her space.

  “Amanda, I didn’t mean to insult any part of you, especially those you hold so sacred. Please, understand there’s no excuse for how I handled the situation. It was selfish. I was selfish, but I know what I encountered that day and I want to understand it. I know you can help me. I have a strange feeling that you’re the only one with the ability to make me understand.

  But, even more importantly, I liked what I felt. No, I loved it. Having never felt anything similar, I long to feel it again, and I know that I must. It wasn’t sexual, well, certainly not like I know sex to be. This was so much greater, more satisfying, and more erotic than the best sex any man had ever dreamed. Engulfing me, it made me into something more as it completed my person.

  You completed me… I was anxious, and insensitive. I’m sorry I behaved like that, and even more distraught that I made you feel this way.”

  Keeping her back to him, she continued to gaze out the window towards the now-intense snowfall. She wanted to go to him. He was truthful with her. Knowing his substantial pain, she understood his struggle, but why did she feel paralyzed?

  The colossal intensity emanated from both of them, with neither knowing how to harness, nor manage the megalithic presence of energy that made their every movement seem so incredibly inadequate.

  Without turning to face him, she spoke softly from her heart.

  “Not consciously, but on some level, I am not being completely honest with you. I am looking for answers through you, or from you. Neither are what I pretend, or believe them to be, and that is the greatest wrong. I did not realize I misrepresented myself, I am the fraud.”

  Wow. Antonio gave his forehead a symbolic slap as they continued to journey into unexpected places.

  “Amanda, the route is no longer important. Ask me the questions you need answered. Tell me what you need help finding, especially if you know it exists inside me. You’re not a fraud. The idea you even feel that way nauseates me.” Antonio moved closer to her. Should he touch her? He didn’t know.

  Amanda now understood that Antonio only held a small piece of the puzzle, and had no idea how far it stretched.

  "The Divine, at no time, removes our free will. The Divine, under no circumstances, completely reveals the right choice.” Gaining momentum, she continued steadily.

  “You saw through the Divine Weave of fabric." She softly quoted; "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."

  "It is always there if we want to see it. I will show you it exists, and that it is measurable. Between these energies are the potential to support your experience. What is hard for me to understand is the effect my choice has on others. I have my own issues. Whatever potential is revealed to you does not erase those issues. Antonio, life does not afford us ultimate ends without difficult journeys. You were given a glimpse of a splendid possibility. Journeys are complex, filled with tests, trials, components, and initiations.” She paused as the air left her chest.

  “You are beautiful, kind, stimulating, and passionate. I could easily love you, but none of those traits are the answers I need right now.” She stared back out the window.

  His hand wrapped around her arm, just above the elbow, and he pleaded.

  “Please, look at me Amanda. I want to answer you, let me see you.”

  Tears streaked mascara down her face as she turned to face him. Wiping them away with his fingertips, he placed her tears against his lips.

  Amanda’s eyes closed. Reopening them, she thought she had the answer.

  Chapter 10

  “We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we believe.”

  Louisa May Alcott

  Antonio led her back to the sofa, and filled their glasses once more. Letting herself relax, she leaned against his upper body. One of his arms circled behind her, and she felt no threat or panic. From the cocoon of that safe harbor, she continued.

  “I call it the Divine Weave, because I understand it is comparable to a piece of natural fiber. The threads are weaved together, like a piece of cotton, and little-to-no room exists between the strands. The design is similar to high-quality Egyptian cotton sheets with a high thread count. Within the weave, there is a common goal, similar to nice, comfortable sheets.

  The Divine Weave is a series of tightly woven threads, which weave in-and-out, under-and-over, until it creates a piece of fabric. It exists everywhere. There is no ‘nothingness’, because the fabric exists in the ‘nothingness’. It exists in the cosmos and on Earth, ubiquitously.

  The Weave is the quintessential element of any manifestation. Everything connects within the weave, as everything affects the weave. Continually influencing everything, the weave is a blueprint. It is a mirror, a communication device.

  Now that you are confused, in order for you to understand your own experience, you must keep a couple of things in mind. Time does not exist. Acting as a necessary illusion, it only serves a purpose on Earth. You must also understand everything has content. Thoughts, sounds, lights, and everything else, all have substance. Every possibility, and every outcome, is existent within the weave.

  This Divine Weave, as I call it, has many names. The most common terms are Collective Consciou
sness, the Quantum Matrix, the Divine Matrix, the Golden River, and the Golden Threads.

  Everything ripples through the threads of the fabric - communicating, manifesting, and contributing to the constantly changing face of the fabric. There are no secrets. Nothing exists without first entering the weave. Many experts claim that every now and then, God adds fresh possibilities within the weave.

  As newborn promises from God arise, we have to connect with the fabric to receive these new ideas, concepts, and experiences. They are sort of ‘downloaded’ to us.”

  She paused as Antonio hooked his arm around her with the bottle of wine, and gave her a drink.

  “I get the impression that you have a fondness for Egyptian cotton sheets,” he laughed.

  “The higher the thread count, the happier I am. Egyptian cotton sheets are one of the subtle luxuries I love.”

  “I’ll remember that,” he teased.

  “I know I sound long-winded, but I have a feeling this weave holds many properties important to The Scrolls' Legacy.”

  “I appreciate your thoroughness, and I agree. We should arm ourselves with as much knowledge as possible.”

  Then knowledge flowed from her lips.

  “Some people believe it is the Akashi Records, or Lambs Book of Life, referred to in The Bible. Our entire life history is recording within these threads. Many believe the holographic nature is synonymous with Jesus’ reference to, ‘My Father’s house has many mansions.’

  Princeton University measures the Weave’s activity. They have placed egg-shaped receivers in strategic places all over the world, monitoring the activity of the Collective Consciousness. They even have a real-time visual on the web that anyone can monitor, at any time.

  They also keep a database of key dates. For example, the graphs spiked during the 9/11 attacks. Quantum Physics can now measure other components of this field. My understanding is that through Quantum physics we can verify tiny particle influences, and matter left by thoughts."