Paris
obelisk, Place de la Concorde, Satellite view
(Excerpt from The Obelisk Prophecy. Our two unusual investigators, an Egyptian Museum Curator Jennefer, and an Arts and Antiquities policeman, Jon, visit the Egyptian obelisk in Paris.)
Place De La Concorde,
Paris
They
joined tourists and Parisians in the largest public square in the city, The
Place de la Concorde, an island surrounded by Parisian traffic, dominated by
the spearing form of a seventy four-foot granite obelisk.
“Can
you imagine this thing with a giant condom on it?” Jon said.
“Are
you off again?”
“It
actually happened. At the height of the AIDS crisis, an anti-AIDS charity unrolled
a giant pink condom over the obelisk.”
‘It’s
a wonder the sharp bronze and gold pyramidion that the French government put on
top didn’t pop it,’ she thought.
They
walked around its fenced perimeter. She scanned the obelisk’s textual
propaganda that proclaimed the greatness of Rameses II.
What else did it say to her?
Was
there a secret hidden in the stone, a code?
“Is
it true that Josephine made a small request to Napoleon before he set off on
his expedition to Egypt? ‘If you go to Thebes, do send me back a little
obelisk?’ Two hundred and twenty seven tons of it!”
“Well, Napoleon started the ball rolling and eventually it found its way here,”
she said. She noticed the large golden diagrams on its plinth, like glyphs,
illustrating the mechanics of the obelisk’s erection on the site. “I feel for
its twin sitting alone in Luxor, though,” she said. “The pair, tipped with
electrum that flashed in the heavens, once received the first light of dawn together
and dominated the pylon entrance to the temple of Luxor. An historian describes
the scene today saying ‘its imposing pylon gate will always have the bereft
appearance of an elephant with one tusk missing.’”
“And
here its partner stands, in just as much dust as it ever saw in Egypt.”
She followed the obelisk’s apex to a sky laden with red dust. The obelisk
seemed to be pointing like a finger of doom.
“These
things do look remarkably like missiles pointed at the sky,” Jon said. “Or space
rockets. I think it’s quite clear what’s really happened here and we’re
overlooking the obvious again. The French have sent the missing relic into
space. Bear with me. As we’ve noted, the island of Philae at Aswan is reputed
to be one of the places where they buried the reassembled body of Osiris. I’m
guessing that the lost false phallus of Osiris turned up among powdered remains
of his body, dug up by modern day tomb raiders during the turmoil of Egypt’s
revolution. Then the French somehow came by it, and, through the European Space
Agency, put the relic on board the robot named Philae, which they landed on a
comet... despatched by the mother-ship Rosetta… Rosetta stone, get it? Coded
synchronicity. The Egyptians so loved it.”
“With
your fertile brain you should have been a scriptwriter. Even if it were remotely
possible, why would they do it?”
“They
realised its apocalyptic danger to the world. What do you think?”
“We
can relax and go home...”
