Area 51: The Grail-5 by Robert Doherty
Authors: Robert Doherty
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, adventure, Espionage, Political, High Tech, Space ships, Area 51 (Nev.), Extraterrestrial beings, Grail
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authority on space operations. He was looking through a pile of photographs. Kincaid stood and shook hands as he came in.
Quinn stood near the end of the table and pushed a button on a lectern. A piece of the wood paneling slid up, revealing a six-by-six-foot video display.
Turcotte
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sat in the leather chair at the head of the conference table, Yakov to his right, Che Lu to his left, Mualama next to her. The screen turned .white, and then two lines scrolled up to the center and stopped.
"This is the prologue to Burton's manuscript which we've scanned into the computer," Quinn said.
THE PATH OF A TRUTH-SEEKER By SIR RICHARD FRANCIS BURTON
Quinn leaned over and indicated a key on the keyboard embedded under the top of the table at Turcotte's position. "You hit this to scroll up." Turcotte pressed it.
THE SEARCH FOR LEGENDS
Prologue:
I, Richard Francis Burton, have lived a long and wondrous life that now winds its way into darkness. What is written on these pages was accumulated over the last thirty-six years when my life took a turn that I could never have imagined. I have tried to organize it as well as I can and I leave it to my beloved Isabel to finish my work after my death. Without her, I would never have been able to complete it; indeed my life would not have been worth living without her light spirit to keep me from falling into the darkness of all I have learned.
My involvement in the tale began when it reached my ears, in the city of Medina, in the year 1854 of the Christians after the birth of their Lord, that there was a man who knew much of the secrets of the world and the ancients. He was not spoken of favorably but with fear. That did not dissuade me. I had 50
learned early in my life that one must often travel into darkness to get to the light.
I sought out this man, spoken of only in whispers as Al-Iblis, and was granted an audience. Some said he was a sorcerer, others a creature of the night whom mothers talked of to scare their children into going to bed on time. Others said he was a religious leader, but of what sect no one was certain.
I could sense much evil in his presence, but he overcame my fear by hinting of strange and wondrous things. He pointed me to Giza, to the plateau of the three great Pyramids and the great Sphinx. He told me to seek out a man named Kaji, who knew further secrets and could show me something my eyes would not believe. He gave me a medallion which he said would gain me an audience with Kaji.
Al-Iblis wanted me to return to him, to tell him what I had seen, but I knew even as I left his palace I would never be back there and never wanted to be in his presence again.
He was right in his hints, for at Giza, under the guidance of Kaji, I saw something hidden under the earth, in the bowels of the plateau; something so strange as I can still hardly believe it, and was told a tale even stranger, that every effort of my life from that moment to this as I write, the darkness of death not far from me, has been dedicated to tracking down the Truth. It became my tarigat; my spiritual path leading to the truth.
I barely survived that first step as Kaji tried to leave me to die under the plateau, but that tale will be told elsewhere.
The beginning of this path, I eventually learned, revolved around intelligent creatures who were not men, who were not even of this planet.
These came to
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our Earth from the stars before the dawn of recorded history and fought among themselves for millennia, in the process changing much of mankind's history, most often for the worse.
I have learned much of these creatures—the Airlia—and their followers who walk among us. Once I overcame my shock at being told of their existence and seeing the proof in the Black Sphinx hidden under the Giza Plateau, I set out to learn as much as I could about them.
Over the years I have traveled far, read, seen, and heard much. What has fascinated me most are the Legends that man has woven to explain
Quinn stood near the end of the table and pushed a button on a lectern. A piece of the wood paneling slid up, revealing a six-by-six-foot video display.
Turcotte
49
sat in the leather chair at the head of the conference table, Yakov to his right, Che Lu to his left, Mualama next to her. The screen turned .white, and then two lines scrolled up to the center and stopped.
"This is the prologue to Burton's manuscript which we've scanned into the computer," Quinn said.
THE PATH OF A TRUTH-SEEKER By SIR RICHARD FRANCIS BURTON
Quinn leaned over and indicated a key on the keyboard embedded under the top of the table at Turcotte's position. "You hit this to scroll up." Turcotte pressed it.
THE SEARCH FOR LEGENDS
Prologue:
I, Richard Francis Burton, have lived a long and wondrous life that now winds its way into darkness. What is written on these pages was accumulated over the last thirty-six years when my life took a turn that I could never have imagined. I have tried to organize it as well as I can and I leave it to my beloved Isabel to finish my work after my death. Without her, I would never have been able to complete it; indeed my life would not have been worth living without her light spirit to keep me from falling into the darkness of all I have learned.
My involvement in the tale began when it reached my ears, in the city of Medina, in the year 1854 of the Christians after the birth of their Lord, that there was a man who knew much of the secrets of the world and the ancients. He was not spoken of favorably but with fear. That did not dissuade me. I had 50
learned early in my life that one must often travel into darkness to get to the light.
I sought out this man, spoken of only in whispers as Al-Iblis, and was granted an audience. Some said he was a sorcerer, others a creature of the night whom mothers talked of to scare their children into going to bed on time. Others said he was a religious leader, but of what sect no one was certain.
I could sense much evil in his presence, but he overcame my fear by hinting of strange and wondrous things. He pointed me to Giza, to the plateau of the three great Pyramids and the great Sphinx. He told me to seek out a man named Kaji, who knew further secrets and could show me something my eyes would not believe. He gave me a medallion which he said would gain me an audience with Kaji.
Al-Iblis wanted me to return to him, to tell him what I had seen, but I knew even as I left his palace I would never be back there and never wanted to be in his presence again.
He was right in his hints, for at Giza, under the guidance of Kaji, I saw something hidden under the earth, in the bowels of the plateau; something so strange as I can still hardly believe it, and was told a tale even stranger, that every effort of my life from that moment to this as I write, the darkness of death not far from me, has been dedicated to tracking down the Truth. It became my tarigat; my spiritual path leading to the truth.
I barely survived that first step as Kaji tried to leave me to die under the plateau, but that tale will be told elsewhere.
The beginning of this path, I eventually learned, revolved around intelligent creatures who were not men, who were not even of this planet.
These came to
51
our Earth from the stars before the dawn of recorded history and fought among themselves for millennia, in the process changing much of mankind's history, most often for the worse.
I have learned much of these creatures—the Airlia—and their followers who walk among us. Once I overcame my shock at being told of their existence and seeing the proof in the Black Sphinx hidden under the Giza Plateau, I set out to learn as much as I could about them.
Over the years I have traveled far, read, seen, and heard much. What has fascinated me most are the Legends that man has woven to explain
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