Concerning the arrival in
New Delhi and journey to Kashmir Valley
New Delhi, Haryana Province,
Hellmantle the art of mulling was when thoughts could be played with in a
mental sandbox, so during the five-hour plane journey to New Delhi he read through
The Gospel of Thomas that his Uncle Jack had lent him. Amid exclamations and
furious underlining with pencil, D'Aqs sat beside his cousin watching other
passengers look at his cousin. After his illness from malaria, D'Aqs wanted a
spiritual cleansing in the Ganges River as a symbolic spiritual rebirth. It was
one thing he sought to do while in India that fell outside of the immediate
mission at hand, like Hellmantle insisting they stop in Sagada to see
Catharine. The Ganges was also a way to mark the beginning of perhaps a new
life shared with the woman Asher, but he didn't let himself think that far
ahead because too much hope unrealized could scar a man.
It had been tougher for
Hellmantle to find more time off from the magazine. He had implored his editor
to take four days vacation that were coming to him in order to "complete this
duty given to me by God." Reluctantly his boss granted him the week, which was
also an opportunity for him to mention that the quality of Hellmantle's
articles was suffering and that he needed to put more time and research into
his pieces henceforth. He almost replied that letting the quality of his
computer articles slip was a small price to pay for the greatness of his other
After clearing customs
first, Hellmantle was talking to a taxi driver at a taxi booth to ensure they
wouldn't fall victim to a quick swindle when D'Aqs found him in the crowd.
"Good timing, man.
Always a good sign at the beginning of an adventure," he said. "Snagging a
pre-paid fare with a legitimate operator is important. This is Pradeep. Taxi
driver, and a fair man." D'Aqs didn't bother scolding him for leaving him in
the New Delhi airport without any idea where he had gone. But Hellmantle's
decision was wise, especially at 2:30am Sunday morning. The ride into Delhi
took an hour.
"There must be a fire or
something," said D'Aqs. "I feel it in my lungs."
"No fire," said Pradeep.
"Fog." Tough like a cop with bad skin but with a trusting face, there was too
much of his personality displayed in Pradeep's posture to fear cunning or
"Thick. Very thick."
In the taxi they moved along
the barely lit road to the city. Being an employee of the official Indian
Tourism Board, Pradeep was concerned about the security up north because of the
"I'd like to calm you my
friend," said Hellmantle. "I am a seasoned traveler. I want to rent a
motorcycle to ride up to Srinagar in Kashmir to find the tomb of Jesus."
Pradeep showed no surprise at hearing these words.
"You don't want to go to the
"How long are you here?"
"Return flight to Hong Kong
leaves Saturday night - seven days hence," D'Aqs answered.
"One week? Impossible.
Kashmir is too far and security is tight. Many checkpoints."
motorcycle?" The disappointment in Hellmantle's voice tangible.
"No, Kashmir too unsafe.
Very dangerous there."
"Is the road open?" asked
Hellmantle. Pradeep looked at him in the back seat.
"Too many roadblocks for
motorcycle. You take bus. Much safer."
"Forget safe, man! Bus? No
way." Hellmantle's features rigid, slouched.
"No, it's not good. The
checkpoints are a problem. You need a reservation up there, papers to get in.
It would be easier to the bus."
"How long is it?"
"It's one day and you need
to register to get into Kashmir."
"What is another way to get
"Airplane," replied Pradeep.
motorcycles to rent?"
"You cannot rent motorcycles
in Delhi. Delhi is a big city. Only in beach towns can you rent."
Desolate at night in
comparison with the nightlights of Hong Kong, they passed a roundabout and a
colonial fountain, and arrived at the Red Castle Hotel just off the
barren Connaught Place city circle. It was also right beside the Indian tourist
"The bus leaves at 1:30
tomorrow." Hellmantle and D'Aqs looked at each other for a second, knowing that
going to Srinagar on the next bus was the best course of action.
"We could waste a day in New
Delhi discussing it," said D'Aqs.
"Srinagar is our immediate
"I make a call and reserve
bus and houseboat for you, okay?"
"I think I'll get a
guesthouse there on my own, thanks," replied Hellmantle.
"No, the law is foreigners
must book houseboat in Kashmir Valley."
"Kashmir never part of
British India, so houseboats the only accommodation for visitors throughout the
British Empire." So they planned to meet Pradeepthe next day at noon for their
tickets next door.
The sound of babies wailing
woke Hellmantle up early, knowing from an ancient instinct that the crying was
from hunger. Lying there for a while he listened to the cries of hunger from
babies in the New Delhi night.
The heat crumbled soil
underfoot and melted the will of man walking to the tourism building.
"It's as hot as a palm tree
today." D'Aqs could tell from his swagger that Hellmantle was all set for the
Standing in line in the
crowded office, Pradeep ushered them into his small office when he saw them.
They paid for the tickets and tipped Pradeep for his efforts, but when they
were waiting for a four-digit number for security, Hellmantle became
claustrophobic so he stepped outside for a smoke. He walked down the road a
little bit but was followed by Pradeep.
"Where you want to walk?" he
"Just down the street.
Having a cigarette. Want one?" He kept walking under the mature trees lining
the sidewalk until a violent rush of children and beggars charged him. Pradeep
blocked the onrush by stopping them with his backside.
"Get out of here!" he
yelled in English. "Away!" They had found the fair beard and long Merovingian
hair, some children an arm's length away watching Hellmantle smoke, hoping for
some coins. Barefooted, wearing torn shirts and skinny as chopsticks, there
were too many of them and his bills were too large, so he returned to the
office feeling thankful for Pradreep's body check. He handed Pradeep a
careful Rolland. Hunger makes people do mean things. The world is not
full of benevolent Christians."
The bus station was an old
British airplane hangar, with a British World War Two airplane up on wooden
blocks by the four buses parked on the yard, an emaciated cow grazing beside
little piece of the colonial past," said Hellmantle.
Hellmantle assertively took
the front two seats, the prime real estate for the journey to the Great
Himalayan Range and a small consolation for not having the chance to
motorcycle. He found Delhi strange because there were no twenty-story apartment
buildings lining the streets like Hong Kong. Colonial India was what he wanted
to see but instead he saw dirt and filth, squalor and overcrowding, and
Stirred, Hellmantle spoke
"I see a planet covered with
desperate people from the savagery of hunger. I want to offer my goodwill and
humanity but I cannot involve my heart because I must protect myself from
bleeding! To care too much can kill a man! To observe and see without
feeling when seeing so much of the world as I do is best, otherwise I would be
hurting myself, which defeats the purpose of living."
As if by divine providence,
pieces had fallen into place and were now going north to Kashmir Valley nestled
in the Himalayas to find a piece of land sketched on a papyrus map. So swiftly
had Pradeep guided them that they both savored the familiar eager optimism at
the commencement of a trip into the unknown.
The bus weaved aggressively
past trucks that brought the countryside drinking water.
"Hey man, I'm Nathan."
Immediately Hellmantle took a keen interest in discussing things with Nathan,
especially after he was offered a hit from a bottle that he kept under his
jacket. It passed back and forth between them while D'Aqs watched the countryside
go by out the window. Thick lenses in Nathan's eyeglasses could not mask the
intelligence radiating from the eyes, so Hellmantle felt compelled to share
some of the more esoteric theories he had in religious history.
"Why do religious scholars
studying the migration of Ten Lost Tribes of Israel believe that the Celts, the
Scandinavians and the North American Indians all come from the Diaspora from
683BC? I believe there is a common footnote, but that's just me."
from Tel Aviv, so I know about the tribes of Israel. But I never hear they were
the Indians before. Or Celts."
"The word Celt with a
‘C' or Kelt with a ‘K' comes from the Greek word "Keltoi" which means
"people who are different. As you know, all those who were part of the Twelve
Tribes of Israel were "different" from the Gentiles."
right. All those who are not descendents of the Twelve Tribes of Israel are
are from the lion of Judah."
do you know the lion is from Judah?"
"The House of Judah and the
House of Israel; you are a descendent from the tribes of Judah and Levy."
"I'm a Levite actually, but
it's not important."
important!" D'Aqs ignored the outburst, now accepting of his cousin's
imperfections. "You're the priestly tribe with the symbol on your sheild being
yes. That's right."
might I ask you a question about Israel?"
ahead man." He passed his bottle to the Man from Normandy.
a non-Jew, that is not from the tribe of Levy or Judah, could I live in Israel?
Would they let me in?" He scrached his thick red hair and shook his head.
It's just for Jews. It's our homeland."
right it is! And thank God you have Palestine back, despite the turbulence.
Being an Israelite myself, from the tribe of Benjamin, I cannot make my home in
your country. Is that correct?"
is correct sir."
why is it called Israel? It should be called Judah, non?" Nathan busted a gut.
what my old man is always saying."
ironic because we're related by blood."
could say that you and me are cousins through Jacob."
then say it man!" Nathan's eyes bulged. He took back the bottle thinking
it was going to his head. "It's not until you get into the story of the Ten
Lost Tribes of Israel that you start to understand where the Ten Lost Tribes went,
who they are, and in fact if they are the chosen through a New
Covenant with God." Nathan was inclined to listen rather than look out the
window so he had a question for the man from Normandy:
if you're into all this stuff, let me ask you if you think Jesus was married
and had kids. ‘Cause my old man thinks that." Hellmantle took the bottle from
his hand without asking and took a big swig.
Jesus married Mary Magdalene and had three children. First of all, Mary was not
a prostitute as the New Testament states."
"The New Testament is a bit
dodgy he thinks."
"Dodgy! Classic word.
Mucho fudging by those chaps in Rome, such as minimizing the role of
women. They purposely belittled Mary Magdalene but the truth is that she was
from a royal line. She even wrote a gospel that wasn't included in the canon.
It was their second son named Josephus whose offspring sprang the Merovingian
kings that ruled France for over six hundred years. Up to 1307 the Merovingian
line found it's rightful place as kings of France with documented lineage from
the early times. They were also called the Long Haired Kings. That's why
Napoleon had long hair, and chose the bee as his insignia, the symbol of the
heard of the Merovingians."
"And it was through Jesus'
brother Joseph of Arimathea, who moved to Britain and had a daughter named Anne
that the royal Arimatheic line was introduced to the British Isles. She married
a Scottish King, forget the chappy's name, that was the Fisher King line. Their
symbol was the red lion. When these two lines intermarried Great Britian became
the Israelite kingdom."
amazing." Happy to have a keen ear, Hellmantle went on.
heard of King Arthur?"
the guy in England."
well he was a king who for the first time in history had both strains of the
holy bloodline: that of the Fischer Kings and the Arimatheic line. That's why
what happened to him was such a tragedy." Nathan stroked his chin and took the
happened to him? Killed by Lancelot?"
That dud Lancelot wrecked everything! He was sleeping with King Arthur's wife
Guinivere. Bad form. Very bad form. The Round Table fell apart after
that. King Arthur died when he sided with the Romans and fought a two-day
battle against his son Brantooth and was killed. Terrible what happened.
Tragic. A total shame. They were both killed."
That's quite a name. Must mean brown tooth or something."
a side note, King Arthur used the Round Table so that all knights were equal.
King Arthur wanted his men to have equal say in discussions and planning."
democratic to me. But I have a question for you: Why Scotland? My old man said
some Levites settled there. And they have the red rampant lion, right? What's
so special about Scotland? Sure they wear kilts, which is sorta cool, and play
bagpipes, but it's small and cold and far away from everything."
"Because Scotland remained
outside of the yoke of Rome. It was a safe haven for the Templars who held
Nazarene beliefs, Israelites and people who could play the bagpipes." His
deadpan delivery was missed.
Templars were knights, weren't they? Or am I wrong?"
not wrong My Son! Hundreds of Knights Templars were burnt at the stake
by the Roman Church, particularly their leader Jacques de Molay, but many
escaped to Scotland because it was outside the power of Rome. It happened on
Friday the thirteenth around 1310 I think, and that's why Friday the thirteenth
is regarded as bad luck. But before thriteen was considered a number of
was thirteen a number of fortune?"
because for example, there were twelve disciples plus Jesus which is thirteen.
And the twelve sons of Jacob were actually thirteen because Joseph had Ephraim
and Manessah, which added up to thirteen. There were thirteen colonies and thus
the thirteen olive branches and arrows in the eagle's claws in the United
States emblem of the eagle. There are thirteen months in a given year."
why were the Knights Templars burnt?'
they became builders of churches capitalizing on the sacred geometry they
discovered during the First Crusade, so in due course they became one of the
first banks in Europe. The Pope owed them a heck of a lot of money, so to deal
with the problem the Pope simply declared them heretics and had them
excommunicated. Rome rounded up most of them and burned them alive. There's
more to the story but that's it in a nutshell." They took swigs from the bottle
but Nathan was now weary of Hellmantle's sanity.
I'm interested to know, do you honestly think the Indians in North America are
part of the Ten Lost Tribes?"
obviously haven't read the Book of Mormon."
"No, should I?"
"It's the fasted growing religion
in the world."
"I don't believe that."
"Believe what you want. But
the teachings mesh well with the Nazarene message of Jesus. They believe two
tribes of the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel sailed over from Palestine on 683BC
during the Diaspora and the two tribes fought against each other, the
Lammanites and the Nephites. The Lammanites won and killed off the Nephites,
and they are today's Red Man."
"You can't be serious. The
when the first settlers arrived on the eastern shores it was discovered the
some tribes called the Great Spirit Jhvhvh, the original Hebrew name of
God in the Old Testament. Now, how does one explain that?"
"It doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does when you think
about it. There are many records of early pioneers that noted the Natives were
taller, more robust and had virtually no congenital diseases. And they were red
because they thought white skin was sickly so they rubbed vermillion dye in
their skin. But of course the best and bravest are up in Vahalla from the
engineered genocide led by that bastard General Sherman. Nasty piece he
was. The States went a bit overboard after Custer and his 216 men were
massacred down to the last man in 1876."
"I was taught the Indians
came from the Bering Strait."
Have you heard of Kenwick Man?"
was a body discovered on the west coast I think in Washington state that was
basically like you and me: European, or an Israelite. Found in a bog. Fair
hair, European bone structure; the whole deal. And it was thousands of years
old. The public doesn't know about it because it was discovered on Indian land
and they won't give it to the government or anthropologists to study, but it's
known and has almost single handedly debunked the Bering Strait theory. The Red
Man doesn't look anything like the Chinese! Long noses, sharp
cheekbones, highest IQ of any race, coordinated and athletic, and they had a
great appreciation for the Spirit World. I'll tell you, if I had more time I'd
love to study that aspect of history."
can that be?"
Phoenicians who existed way before 683BC had the sailing ability to go
anywhere on the seas, so why couldn't a few tribes hop in a boat and sail
across the Atlantic following the North Atlantic current?"
else you'd like to tell me from your bag of tricks?"
Jewish so you likely know that long history of persecution in Russia?"
do. My grandmother was from there. Left because of all that."
you know what the Bible calls the land of Russia?"
land of Magog. It's clear that there are no Israelites there and thus they have
no prophecies of greatness."
the best thing you've said all day!"