Irrefutable Proof: Mars Origin "I" Series Book II by Abby L. Vandiver Page A

people, if you believe
others, was already lost or destroyed by the time he had his vision. By the
time he’s living in. No reason to have the flood to get rid of them. And if
these people were living after the flood, then why have the flood? It wouldn’t
have wiped them out.”
    “So, then who are these Watchers?” I asked.
    “I’m thinking that they were people, perhaps from China or
Ethiopia that invaded other lands. They came and gave the people of places like
Egypt and Sumer the advanced knowledge that they had, but, as we all know, the
knowledge of our ancient ancestors was lost. I’m still working on who the
Watchers were and how that knowledge was lost. You have any ideas?”
    “Nope. Not a clue,” I lied. “So you said that the Book of
Enoch, I’m going back to something you said earlier, ‘ that was in with the Dead Sea Scrolls.’ Are you saying another Book of Enoch was
found?”
    “It was. But the other one was never really lost. There were
people who knew about it. We – the civilized world – just didn’t. In fact, it
is canonized, so to speak.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah, a tribe in Africa. Ethiopia to be specific, that’s
where I get the idea that the Watchers came from Ethiopia. Anyway, they have
the Book of Enoch - surprisingly a fully extant copy. It was found around the
1600s and was written in Ge’ez. Do you know that language?”
    “Mm-mm.”
    “Ge’ez,” he said “is a language that no one speaks anymore,
and hasn’t spoken in probably six or seven hundred years, since the time the
book was written. There are a couple of churches, though, the Ethiopian
Orthodox Tewahedo Church and Eritrean Orthodox Tewahedo Church that have it as
part of their Bible.”
    “Fully extant?”
    “Beautiful copy. Looks like it could have been written
yesterday. I got the opportunity to examine it a few years ago. Really
amazing.”
    “What did the humans and Nephilim do with the knowledge that
they gained from the Watchers?”
    “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, and chuckled. “Build the
pyramids?”
    I didn’t say anything.
    “Justin?” he said.
    “Hmm.” I was lost in thought.
    “You didn’t laugh. You know that was a joke, right?”
    A joke? As if that wasn’t possible.

Chapter Fourteen
    Baltimore , Maryland
    August 20, 2011
     
    The
Westbury End Book Club met on the second Tuesday of every month and had been
going strong for the past three years, thanks to good books, and good coffee.
The meeting that had just ended, however, had not been their regular meeting.
It had been a Saturday afternoon meeting and the business at hand hadn’t been
going through the discussion questions for the current book, but was a meeting
to choose the next book to read.
    Addie
Hughes, one of the three committee members whose job it was to pick out the
next book, had, unknown to her other book clubbers, already decided on which
book they were going to read. She had even ordered the eight copies needed for
the members. Unfortunately, no one wanted to read the book she had chosen.
    Without
any explanation, and after the club summarily dismissed her suggestion without
much discussion, with a wave and quick, “Bye,” Addie left. She had headed out
the door long before the meeting was over.
     Now
walking home, she was fuming.
    “Ooh,
they make me so mad,” Addie said to her twin brother Jack, and best friend Rennie,
both book club members, as they caught up to her. They had left right behind
her after her hasty exit from the meeting.
    Addie’s
lips were pressed together, and her chin was starting to tremble. Both could
see that she was upset.
    Rennie,
who lived in the middle of the row house where Addie lived, was Addie’s age and
her best friend. She was shapely, with rounded hips and buttocks, had mocha
colored skin and glassy hazel eyes. She was a jogger and didn’t approve of too
much caffeine, but now all she wanted was just to placate Addie.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t want to take any of