Using a sophisticated computer program designed to account for all precessional movements from any view of the night sky at any geographical location, Bauval discovered that, while the Giza pyramids and the stars of Orion’s belt had been somewhat aligned in 2475 BC, an infinitely more accurate alignment had occurred in 10,450 BC. During this latter date, the dark rift of the Milky Way had not only appeared over Giza, but would have mirrored the meridional course of the River Nile.

As mentioned earlier, the ancient Maya considered the Milky Way a cosmic snake, its dark rift referred to as Xibalba Be, the Black Road to the Underworld. Both the Mayan calendar and the Popol Vuh reference the concepts of creation and death as originating from this cosmic birth canal.

Why were the three pyramids of Giza aligned to Orion’s belt? What is the significance of the precessional number, 4320? What was the real motivation that drove our ancestors to erect the monuments of Giza, the pyramids of Teotihuacan, and the Temples of Angkor?

How are these three sites linked to the Mayan prophecy of doom?

—Excerpt from the Journal of Professor Julius Gabriel,

Ref. Catalogue 1993-94 pages 3-108

Floppy Disk 4: File name: ORION-12.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

SEPTEMBER 23, 2012
MIAMI, FLORIDA

3:3O A.M

Michael Gabriel’s dream unravels into a night terror. Worse than any nightmare, it is a violent, recurring dream that creeps into his subconscious—a whisper in his brain that takes him back to a pivotal moment in his past.

He is back in Peru, a young boy again, not yet twelve. Staring out his bedroom window at the sleepy village of Ingenio, he listens to the muffled voices coming from the next room. He hears his father speaking to the physician in Spanish. He hears his father sobbing.

The adjoining door opens. “Michael, come in please.”

Mick can smell the disease. It is a rancid odor, an odor of sweaty bedsheets and intravenous bags, of vomit and pain and human anguish.

His mother is lying in bed, her face jaundiced. She looks up at him through sunken eyes and squeezes his hand weakly.

“Michael, the doctor is going to teach you how to administer your mother’s drugs. It s very important that you pay close attention and do it correctly.”

The silver-haired physician looks him over. “He’s a bit young, Señor—”

“Show him.”

The physician pulls back the sheet, revealing a porticath tube protruding from his mother’s bandaged right shoulder.

Mick sees the tube and is frightened. “Pop, please, can’t the nurse—”

“We can’t afford the nurse anymore, and I need to complete my work in Nazca. We talked about this, son. You can do this. I’ll be home every evening. Now concentrate, focus your mind on what the doctor’s going to show you.”