Table of ContentsChapter 1 The Day I DiedChapter 2 Being a Spirit is Very ConfusingChapter 3 Paradise Found But PostponedChapter 4 Gone a Few Days and the Whole World ChangesChapter 5 CrucifixionChapter 6 What Happened to My Sister?Chapter 7 MY SISTER?Chapter 8 TIMEWALKERSSecret Earth SeriesBOOK 1INCEPTIONby Embrosewyn TazkuvelTABLE OF CONTENTSForwardPreludePrelude to the Prelude, Part 1Prelude to the Prelude, Part 2Prelude to the Prelude, Part 3IntroductionChapter 1: The Day I DiedChapter 2: Being a Spirit is Very ConfusingChapter 3: Paradise Found But PostponedChapter 4: Gone a Few Days and the Whole World ChangesChapter 5: CrucifixionChapter 6: What Happened to My Sister?Chapter 7: My Sister?Chapter 8: TimewalkersFOREWORDTo the reader of this manuscript:In a world of entertainment filled with books, movies and television shows in the fantasy, science fiction and fictional paranormal genres, it would seem natural to assign this work within those categories. But that would be a mistake. Because of that, a few words by way of explanation might prove highly valuable to you in the not too distant future. Even if they only prompt you to read on and perhaps momentarily grant yourself a suspension of disbelief. For you see, the Earth you think you know, the history you think occurred, and the current state of world affairs you think are the status quo - nothing is as it appears. There is far more to the world we call home than you have ever been told. Historians record what the people of the world saw and experienced. But beneath what was seen, there was far more simmering and threatening that was unseen and never written for posterity. The Secret Earth series reveals the momentous events and threats during the last two millennium, many from beyond this Earth, that few people ever witnessed, or had comprehension of the true magnitude and danger. In many cases, these events literally changed the course of history and nobody ever knew.until now. If you prefer to believe history as it is written, this is probably not the book for you. If you are religiously rigid in your beliefs, this is surely not the book for you. If you are unwilling to accept that the Earth is not alone in the universe and that intelligent aliens, other dimensions and vast other world civilizations exist, you should probably stop reading now. Lastly, if you think that magic and paranormal powers are merely fanciful imaginations of impotent people, you should definitely run away from this book before its too late and it captivates you. Embrosewyn Tazkuvel 2015PRELUDEAn island, somewhere in the AtlanticHe was being followed. Of that he was certain. No matter, he was almost to his refuge. The one place in the world no one could track or find him. Lazarus paused for a moment scanning the slope below, trying to ascertain who it was that was following him. He saw a three-masted Caravel anchored in the blue waters of the rocky, crescent harbor of his remote island and wondered if those who sought his secrets had come from that ship or elsewhere. Whoever they were he didnt think they were of this world. They had managed to relocate him just three days after he had teleported in the blink of an eye thousands of miles. The technology to accomplish that type of surveillance did not exist in the current year of 1523 AD he reflected; at least not on this Earth. Lazarus whispered under his breath to his unknown pursuers, “Im not sure how you are keeping track of my movements. But you wont be able to find me when Im not here, or anywhere,” he chuckled softly, privy to a secret he was sure would keep him safe. Scrambling up the steep, heavily vegetated hillside, he worked his way furtively up the slope, moving low to the ground behind thick bushes, often crab-like on all fours to insure he displayed no easy to see profile to his pursuers.Lazarus was tempted to just teleport again and quickly escape. But his trackers had remained doggedly on his tail through his last three teleports and he concluded using that method again wouldnt be wise as they obviously had some way to follow the ethereal trail. His heart was beating fast and his breath was labored when he at last reached his destination: a small, vertical face of granite nestled on one side of a well-concealed, almost level dead-end ravine on the steep hillside. It was heavily shrouded by overhanging trees and encroaching vegetation. A weathered crack split the rock wall to the left forming a thin inverted V shape. The bottom of the V as it came out of the ground was about six inches wide, narrowing as it rose upward. By the time it reached the height of the man there was no space remaining in the crevice; just a thin mineral-stained line continuing to mark the fracture.Carefully, he undid the top four buttons of his heavy cotton shirt, exposing his dark hair-covered chest down to his navel.