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those manuscripts I
translated couldn’t mean anything else. And now, per Dr. Sabir, the Book of
Enoch had to do with man and Mars. I had to believe him.
    But
more importantly, if I understood his sketchy notes correctly, Dr. Sabir said
he had found scientific proof.  
    Before
he had turned his information over to Dr. Yeoman, Dr. Sabir wrote how he had
sought counsel with the person on the Dead Sea Scrolls Translation Committee
who was translating the Book of Enoch.  He thought it may be part of the
evidence he needed to prove mankind’s origins. He also thought, if he could
connect the two after revealing that we came from outer space, he could prove
that there had been no evolution of man. To prove, he thought, without
revocation, that there was a God.
    Of
course I didn’t believe in evolution. And, I had a hard time with the possibility
that any of this might have to do with Christianity, or that proof of life
originating on Mars was in the Book of Enoch. Even though the book was not
canonized, it still, I thought, couldn’t be part of Christianity. I had told my
brother Greg, when I first translated the AHM manuscripts that what was written
in them had nothing to do with God. That it was pure science. But it seemed
that now Dr. Sabir’s “proof” was trying to beckon me away from my grounded
beliefs. I dug my heels in deep and decided to analyze how that lost book could
mean that.
    The
Internet wasn’t what I needed. I already knew that the Book of Enoch was supposedly an ancient Jewish
religious work, written by Enoch, the great-grandfather of Noah. And, it told
of a vision that he had. But I needed more. I did have cursory knowledge of
non-canonized books like Thomas, books of the Maccabees and the Book of Enoch.
But I needed some “scholarly” information.
    I decided to call my friend, Simon Melas.

 
     
    Chapter
Twelve
     
    Simon Melas was an anthropologist, archaeologist and linguist.
He taught at MIT and had been their poster boy when it came to anthropology.
He’d helped them get recognition in areas other than engineering. He could have
been Guess’ poster boy, he was just that good-looking. About ten years my
junior, Simon was six-foot, tanned, with olive-colored skin and dark features.
He had beautiful green eyes that were mesmerizing. Shoulder-length, coal black
hair, and was thin with an athletic build. And, he was smart. An unusual
combination.
    A few years back Simon told me he was taking a sabbatical to study
lost books of the Bible. It had been rumored that he had been forced to leave
MIT because he had misappropriated grant money. I wasn’t sure where he was now,
but in his work, he’d always been at the head of the pack. And, he spoke my
language. Hopefully his timetable for studying the lost books so far had
included the Book of Enoch.
    Simon, after Dr. Margulies, was my closet colleague. We had
written several scholarly articles together. We went on digs together, studied
artifacts together. In the archaeological world we were a pair. If someone
googled me, his name would pop up there somewhere as well. That was before he
was MIT’s golden boy and I became the curator of Cleveland’s Ancient History
Museum. Nowadays we didn’t keep in touch so much. It had been a good while
since I spoke with him. I paged through my address book, found a number for him,
and picked up the house phone. Then, I thought, what would I say?
    ‘ Oh, hi Simon, I found that homo sapiens originated on
Mars, and I need to find out more about the Book of Enoch because I believe it
tells their story. ’
    That sounded crazy.
    I hung up the phone. My eyes darted around in my head. I
drummed my fingers on the desk. What the heck, I thought. My new book
would be out soon. So why not just go for it? I dialed the number.
    “Hey, Simon, It’s Justin Dickerson,” I said after he picked
up.
    “Hey, yourself! How are you?” I could hear the smile in his
voice. “It is so nice to hear from you. I’ve missed