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| Egypt Eyes - Egypt fiction on Kindle |
I flinched as I shone my flashlight beam in the darkness.
Ahead I saw an alien, pyramid-shaped entrance
bordered by swarms of eyes, dozens, hundreds… thousands.
This is just wrong for ancient Egypt.
It’s as if the dust of archaeology and aeons of ancient
history have suddenly combusted in a flash of science fiction.
“Tell me what you see,” the blind female
Egyptologist beside me said.
I searched for the right words.
Virgil Powell, the UFOlogist, spoke before I could
form an answer.
“What he sees are countless alien eyes bordering a
triangular doorway. He also sees the evidence that he dreads staring back at
him, and his silence says that this discovery does violence to everything he
knows and believes.”
Ancient aliens? Just the mention of that is a
career killer for anyone in Egyptology, even a renegade outsider like me, and it’s
probably a religion killer, too. Especially my religion, such as it is. I can
recall wrestling with my faith just about every day of my working life in my
chosen occupation as I go about rubbing shoulders with pagan deities and
immersing myself in the religious practices of the ancient past. I haven’t made
it easy for myself to cling to the few, old-fashioned ideas about Christianity
that I value and this sort of collision doesn’t help.
It’s a wrecking ball.
