by John Newton



by John Newton




DID RELIGIOUS FUNDAMENTALISM WIPE OUT THE GREAT LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA IN THE FIFTH CENTURY?

WHAT IF TECHNOLOGY DID THE SAME TO LIBRARIES AND UNIVERSITIES IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY?

In 1995, signs and portents convinced the Guardians of Wisdom and Knowledge of a new danger to the evolution of human intelligence. Two librarians will meet in the past to embark on a rescue mission, a hero’s journey.

Twentieth century historiographer and academic librarian John Newton has his own problems. The sudden rise of digital technology has spawned an aggressive corporation called Digital World. Their plan to digitize all hard copy books and journals may be a threat to the existence of his university library, even the university itself. Added to that, budget cuts are announced. No wonder he’s seeing things.

John goes back in time and meets Yarrl, the cousin of Hypatia who’s head of the most famous library of all time. Worried, she sends them into the desert to find and secure storage space for scrolls and codices. They meet the Desert Fathers, including Arsenius the Great who helps them learn about desert spirituality. Their lives will never again be the same.

an historical fantasy novella

TABLE OF CONTENTS 

                    Map: Alexandria and the Scetis Desert
                    In the Beginning
                    Notes on Troubles in Egypt, anno domini 325 - 514

PART ONE    University Life
                    Chapter 1          Email from Alexi
                    Chapter 2          I Dream of Animals
                    Chapter 3          Daydream
                    Chapter 4          President's Council
                    Chapter 5          Budget Cut
                    Chapter 6          Second Vision
                    Chapter 7          News from Egypt
                    Chapter 8          Library Meetings
                    Chapter 9          Friday Night Movie
                    Chapter 10        Two Codices
                    Chapter 11        After Hours
                    Chapter 12        Kitchen Apparition
                    Chapter 13        Eppie Calls
                    Chapter 14        A Big Problem
                    Chapter 15        Eppie Explains

PART TWO    On the Way to Another World
                    Chapter 16        Lights Out
                    Chapter 17        Hello Punky
                    Chapter 18        Punky Explains
                    Chapter 19        Earth Avatars
                    Chapter 20        Artemus Meets Yarrl

PART THREE    Alexandria, Egypt, AD 415
                    Chapter 21        Five for Breakfast
                    Chapter 22        My Visit with Hypatia
                    Chapter 23        Prepared to Leave
                    Chapter 24        Mount Nitria and Kellia
                    Chapter 25        Akakios Tells his Story

PART FOUR    Journey into the Desert
                    Chapter 26        Desert Monks
                    Chapter 27        Abba Moses at Baramus
                    Chapter 28        Yarrl's Path
                    Chapter 29        We Wait
                    Chapter 30        Arsenius Arrives

PART FIVE    Minds Opened, Lessons Learned
                    Chapter 31        Into the Desert
                    Chapter 32        A Desert Demon
                    Chapter 33        Arsenius Explains
                    Chapter 34        The Guardians
                    Chapter 35        Meaningful Messages
                    Chapter 36        News from Alexandria

PART SIX    Back Home in my own Time
                    Chapter 37        I'm Awake
                    Chapter 38        Ruminations
                    Chapter 39        Consequences
                    Chapter 40        The Next Day

                    At Home, 1997

Alexandria and the Scetis Desert


 

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 NEXT.....In the Beginning

 

 

   

TABLE OF CONTENTS 

                    Map: Alexandria and the Scetis Desert
                    Troubles in the City
                    Troubles in Egypt, anno domini 325 - 514

PART ONE    University Life
                    Chapter 1        Email from Alexi
                    Chapter 2        I Dream of Animals
                    Chapter 3        Daydream
                    Chapter 4        President's Council
                    Chapter 5        Budget Cut
                    Chapter 6        Second Vision
                    Chapter 7        News from Egypt
                    Chapter 8        Library Meetings
                    Chapter 9        Friday Night Movie
                    Chapter 10        Two Codices
                    Chapter 11        After Hours
                    Chapter 12        Kitchen Apparition
                    Chapter 13        Eppie Calls
                    Chapter 14        A Big Problem
                    Chapter 15        Eppie Explains

PART TWO    On the Way to Another World
                    Chapter 16        Lights Out
                    Chapter 17        Hello Punky
                    Chapter 18        Punky Explains
                    Chapter 19        Earth Avatars
                    Chapter 20        Artemus Meets Yarrl

PART THREE    Alexandria, Egypt, AD 415
                    Chapter 21        Five for Breakfast
                    Chapter 22        My Visit with Hypatia
                    Chapter 23        Prepared to Leave
                    Chapter 24        Mount Nitria and Kellia
                    Chapter 25        Akakios Tells his Story

PART FOUR    Journey into the Desert
                    Chapter 26        Desert Monks
                    Chapter 27        Abba Moses at Baramus
                    Chapter 28        Yarrl's Path
                    Chapter 29        We Wait
                    Chapter 30        Arsenius Arrives

PART FIVE    Minds Opened, Lessons Learned
                    Chapter 31        Into the Desert
                    Chapter 32        A Desert Demon
                    Chapter 33        Arsenius Explains
                    Chapter 34        The Guardians
                    Chapter 35        Meaningful Messages
                    Chapter 36        News from Alexandria

PART SIX    Back Home in my own Time
                    Chapter 37        I'm Awake
                    Chapter 38        Ruminations
                    Chapter 39        Consequences
                    Chapter 40        The Next Day

                    At Home, 1997

In the Beginning

 

Codex – translated by Mark Miller, December 1995 found in the Wadi Natrun (cave 450uc) by Alexi Hamilton, dated to anno domini 415

My Notes on an Emergency Library Staff Meeting,
Serapeum Temple-Library Dining Hall, Alexandria, Egypt
by Yarrl

 

I don’t ever come to Library Council meetings because I’m only an assistant librarian, not high enough rank to be included. But after what happened yesterday, I was invited to this one. I’m still a little shaky, and everyone is pretty upset, but I’m here now and will write everything down, so no one can say it didn’t happen or later tell about it like it happened some other way.

Theon called this meeting of the full Library Council with guests late yesterday. Regular breakfast Council meetings of senior library administrators are held here at this table once a week. This one isn’t regular, it was called because a terrible crime was committed yesterday in the Library.

Senior library staff members, functional department advisers and librarians in charge of collections are already seated. All areas of intellectual inquiry at Alexandria University are represented: Philosophy, Homeric and Textual Criticism, Bibliography and Poetry, Epic Poetry, Geography, Grammar, Mathematics, Medicine and Natural Sciences. Two assistant librarians will record the minutes of the meeting.

At the far end of this long table, two guests represent the Empire. The Roman Prefect Orestes is governor of Alexandria, the Emperor’s Representative on Imperial Oversight. Last week he suffered a severe head injury during a street riot instigated by Alexandrian Bishop Cyril’s monks. Still a little pale, Orestes claims to be healing fast. I’m glad he’s able to be here. One of Hypatia’s good friends, he always supports the Library.

Two chairs away from Orestes is the ranking officer of the Roman Imperial Guard for this complex. His back straight, he looks down at the table or off in the distance above people’s heads, and doesn’t talk. He never cares to be involved in politics. I only know him because he and my father were friends.

Bishop Cyril was the other invited guest. He was recently elevated to bishop of the Christian Church for Alexandria after the death of his uncle, Bishop Theophilus, who held that position of ecclesiastical authority for a long time. Cyril enjoys his new role and has used the power of his position several times to make his intentions clear. Incidents of harassment of citizens, including Orestes and other Roman officials plus Alexandria’s pagans and Jews, have become frequent. I didn’t think he would condescend to attend this meeting; and he didn’t.

Cyril sent Hierax, his new Adviser on Heretical Oversight. Both men have made it clear they thought Cyril should have been elevated above Orestes and given unrestricted power over the city. Hierax hasn’t spoken to anyone yet. He makes it a point to ignore everyone from the Library and any representative of the Empire. His cold, contemptuous eyes scare people; most try not to look at him.

At this end of the table, Olympius, the Empire’s current chair for External Library Relations, is beside Hypatia, head of the Library, and Theon, her father who’s head of Alexandria University. They exchanged quiet words of encouragement. I am a couple of chairs away so I can concentrate on writing down all the important stuff.

Everyone has finished eating. Most seem to be on edge, both wanting and not wanting to hear any shocking details, surprised to see me here. Several expressed their gratitude. I’m the assistant librarian who saved the day and managed to escape unharmed; but I didn’t sleep much last night.

Theon stood up and began in his quiet, familiar way.

“Colleagues, by now most of you know there was a security breach yesterday, downstairs where our oldest, most sacred and treasured materials are kept.” He paused and glanced down the table. “That was the most alarming attack against library staff and collections we’ve had this year.

“Although there have been threats and violence in the past and riots in the streets this month, we believed our sacred mission to collect, store and make available the knowledge and wisdom of mankind was respected and valued by the citizens of Alexandria. That may no longer be true if they have been influenced by Cyril. I don’t know.

“We didn’t expect an attack.” Theon turned and looked at the librarians, as if to give them courage. “It happened so fast that everyone was surprised and in shock when two black-robed monks walked in and went straight to the Roman guard beside the main entrance to our underground storage area. They did not appear to be a threat; but quickly stabbed Maximus and ran down the stairs. Maximus was a young man and had been with us only a month. His death brought me terrible sadness.

“It was fortuitous that Yarrl came by quite soon after and without breaking stride, picked up the guard’s sword and headed downstairs into the gloom of the main corridor. Afterward he told me what had happened. First he saw a body on the floor, and two black-robed figures running in the distance.

“Those monks had killed a second person.” Theon bowed his head and closed his eyes for an instant. “It was Leonides, a gifted and loyal staff member. He was a kind man, an excellent manager and caretaker of our precious, original scrolls.

“Yarrl caught up to the monks in the left-side storage area. No damage was visible, but they were in position to destroy several shelves of irreplaceable scrolls. They heard him coming and began to turn toward him. But Yarrl was prepared and killed them both before they could do any damage or attack him.

“Thank goodness Yarrl’s father arranged for him to be trained in self-defense by several members of an elite cohort when he was quite young.” Theon paused to steady his voice. “He was able to strike first. We are all grateful for that.

“We mourn the loss of these two good men who were taken from us.” Theon seemed to regain his composure. “But such acts of violence against our people and the collections indicate to me a growing hostility toward the Library, the staff and our work to preserve ancient wisdom. I’m stunned and have no explanation for it.

“Hypatia and I visited with Orestes last evening. He wanted to be here today and will speak to us now.” Theon gestured toward the other end of the table and Orestes stood up.

“Thank you, Theon. I’m glad I could be with all of you this morning.” Orestes voice seemed to grow stronger as he spoke. “I was shocked to learn of the violent attack yesterday. A deliberate order was given to be carried out against the library and the people who work here; a crime against the city and all citizens. It is unforgivable.

“All citizens should be thankful we have this important Library. Our basic functions, the search for new knowledge and collection of historical documents, have brought Alexandria great respect from throughout the world.” As he looked at each of the librarians, he could see they needed some reassurance.

“I consider the security of this complex and the safety of library materials to be of highest priority for the citizens of Alexandria and the Empire. Last night I doubled the number of Roman guards assigned to protect the Temple, the Library and the staff. If more are needed in the future, we will take care of you.” He gave a slight nod and sat down.

“Thank you, Orestes, for your strong support and ongoing interest in the Library. May your complete recovery be swift.” Theon sent him a brief smile.

At that moment I saw Hierax look down the table at Hypatia, his glance triumphant. Even though the monks had not achieved their goal, he could gloat about how easy it had been to get into the most secure area of the library. There were plenty more monks to send on the same mission.

“Olympius, I think we’re all curious about what’s going on across the Empire. As you’re just back from Pergamon and Antioch, would you please tell us what you’ve learned?” Theon motioned for him to stand. “I give you the floor.”

“The news has become more and more negative.” A big man, his shoulders seemed to sag in defeat, but he continued, his voice solemn. “Violent attacks on the library staff and attempts to destroy library collections have occurred at both libraries. Alexandria isn’t the only facility with terrible problems. Violence against librarians and destruction of materials has also happened at Imperial libraries in Rome and Constantinople; and some smaller libraries have been closed by their respective Christian bishops.

“I was also informed that the Emperor is aware of and approves everything that’s happening. It is a sad and frightening time.” Olympius sighed and looked down at the table for a moment.

“The Christian hierarchy considers everything that’s not presented in their specific, sanctioned language to be heretical and contrary to Church doctrine. Attacks are always violent and often include the looting and burning of scrolls, destruction of library equipment and loss of life. 

“I’m sorry, gentlemen and dear lady, that I was not able to bring better news, but I have seen some of this destruction for myself and received many missives from our colleagues across the sea.” He sat down. 

“Thank you, Olympius, we’re shocked by your report and sorry to hear libraries across the Empire have been having so many problems.

“Hierax, as a representative of the Alexandrian Church and adviser to Bishop Cyril, what have you to say about all of this?” Theon used plain words.  

“Theon, my good friend, and members of the Council,” Hierax stood and glanced around at everyone. “Let me say first that Cyril sends you all greetings and wishes for good health. He’s sorry he couldn’t attend this meeting. He, of course, has more pressing issues to attend to.  

“The Bishop asked me to make something clear to all of you before this meeting is adjourned. This Library contains scrolls and codices that do not support Church doctrine and are therefore heretical.” He paused for effect. “This facility will not be allowed to retain those materials. They must be destroyed.” He looked around the table at each person with a brief, cold glance.

“As for yesterday, the Bishop assured me that was an isolated incident and emphasized in no uncertain terms that murder will not be used as an instrument of policy against the Library staff.

“However,” Hierax waved his arm to include everyone. “The Bishop has also made it quite clear that any Christian who enters the Library retains every right to defend himself.”

“Hierax,” Theon interrupted. “Yesterday was not the first incident here. There were several attempts made this past year to destroy valuable items in our collections. Yesterday was an escalation of the violence. This time, state officials were murdered while in performance of their duties. Can you really expect us to believe the Church is not behind all these criminal acts?” Theon stiffened slightly.

“Theon and members of the Council,” his voice cut like a steel blade. “I’m sure Bishop Cyril finds it difficult to control violence and destruction by monks; just as Orestes seems to have trouble controlling the violent actions of Jews against Christians.” Heirax sat down.

And that was the end. Everyone got up and went back to work. What a terrible meeting, I’m glad I was there, but I am sad and upset to realize how hostile groups are to each other right now in Alexandria. Even with our different opinions, religions, political persuasions we used to get along. We seem to have lost our common ground and true understanding of anything.

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We will meet with him soon.” The Guardians looked at one another and nodded.

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 NEXT.....Notes on Troubles in Egypt

My Notes on the Troubles in Egypt, anno domini 325 – 415 

John Newton, 1997

 

Today I’m a university librarian, but twenty years ago I was working on my doctorate and teaching classes about the early history of Christianity. I was most fascinated by the fourth and fifth centuries as the Church gained power and began to harass the pagans.

The Roman Empire’s decline brought along with it much change, chaos and conflict.

After Arius of Alexandria put forth an idea the Church didn’t like, Emperor Constantine was persuaded to convene the First Council of Nicaea in 325, and that’s when Christian doctrine became consistent, constant and closed to questions.

When the Divinity of Jesus became doctrine in Alexandria and throughout the Empire, a majority of the indigenous Egyptian Coptic Christian monks said yes to everything that had been decided. Most of them were living the cenobitic lifestyle in monasteries.

But there were many other monks who couldn’t or wouldn’t reconcile their beliefs after that Council decision, and didn’t accept the decrees that kept coming from Alexandrian Bishop Theophilus. Most had been educated at the Catechetical School of Alexandria; embraced the divine nature of Christ and the Bible as allegory, and kept that belief as they sought personal salvation. Called free-thinking monks, they continued to believe as Clement and his pupil Origen had believed and taught at the school years before.

Each free-thinking monk found his or her own individual way. They refused to seek salvation through recitation of statements created by men at a council. They wanted only to be left alone to practice their individual, Neoplatonic-influenced beliefs in peace. After 325, most of them left Alexandria and headed south to find solitude in the desert, where they became known as Desert Fathers and Desert Mothers. They followed their own individual spiritual paths and lived according to their own inclinations. Some chose to live in a monastery. Others chose the eremitic lifestyle, to live alone in a cave or a tiny dwelling called a cell. They were called solitaries, hermits or anchorites.

The Church ignored them for a long while; until Bishop Theophilus and other ecclesiastical authorities began to realize how big the exodus had been and became angry. All those Christians who’d fled into the desert were no longer under Church control; so the Church sent men into the desert to find solitary monks and test their beliefs. If the right answers weren’t delivered when questioned about the Divine Realm, the Nature of God or the Trinity, judgment, denunciation and punishment followed. Some of those monks died, some ran farther south, some fled to other countries.

Alexi and Mark, 1977 - 1995

I’ve always enjoyed teaching, which is how I met Alexi Hamilton and Mark Miller in 1977. They enrolled in my fall seminar: “Causes and Effects of Eremitic and Cenobitic Lifestyles in Ancient Egypt.” Undergraduate students with a keen interest in religious history; Alexi had already decided to be an archeologist like her father; Mark was interested in ancient languages.

The Nag Hammadi texts had just been published in English and were on my desk when classes started. Maybe you know about that famous discovery in 1945, when an earthenware jar of ancient papyrus texts was found at Nag Hammadi, Egypt. Years of political, religious and academic wrangling, followed by years of meticulous translation and coordination, had finally produced this publication.

A new book about something so old brought increased interest in the seminar that year. Mark, Alexi and several other new students, at graduate and undergraduate levels, registered. It was a lively group of knowledgeable and curious people. Alexi was interested in everything and not too shy to ask whatever question came to mind. When she spoke, her animated voice and expressive dark eyes focused everyone’s attention, and her intense curiosity about details inspired the whole class to take everything seriously.

“Why was the jar hidden? Were monks living in that area?” Alexi paused to catch her breath. “Could they have hidden the jar? What will finding those texts in the twentieth century mean for the history of Christianity? And what about the future?” She stopped and a general discussion began.

When Alexi wanted to know something, the other students assumed it was important and also wanted to know. Everyone paid attention and asked good questions. When old things are found, we learn something new and more questions follow.

After Mark and Alexi received their baccalaureate degrees, we agreed to keep in touch. Alexi went on to study archeology, specializing in the history of Early Christianity and several years later earned her doctorate. Mark studied languages, specifically historical-comparative linguistics, and also earned a doctorate. Later he added another in library science.

We’re still good friends and help each other with work from time to time. While I enjoy living in this beautiful prairie landscape and working in a conventional academic position, they prefer the variety of challenges to be found in different places and unpredictable projects.

So we keep in touch, whether it’s about a tough research question or to discuss and evaluate ideas for a new project. They’re in Egypt now and have been for several years.

Mark went to Alexandria to help plan for the Bibliotheca Alexandrina. It’s to be a twenty-first-century incarnation of the Great Library of Alexandria, built during the Ptolemaic dynasty in 305 BC. It was destroyed after several hundred glorious years of collecting and storing knowledge and wisdom found throughout the Roman Empire and beyond. The twentieth century Alexandrian Egyptians are again determined to be known and respected for a magnificent library. May fortune smile on their project.

Alexi chose to work in the desert south of Alexandria. For a couple of years she assisted others on small projects, and learned more about the history of the area. When she began to think about a project of her own, she remembered those free-thinking Neoplatonic monks, the ones who hadn’t accepted edicts. She knew they’d gone south of Alexandria, but wondered where they ended up, and how their lives had changed.

And there were other devout monks who held heretical beliefs. Gnostics, for example, and members of Eastern sects, like the School of Antioch in Syria had also been denounced and many had endured violent punishment administered by Church authorities. Other not-so-well-known kinds of religious communities were also ravaged during those years; violent encounters happened everywhere and often.

So when Alexi learned in 1992, that sixty-two bodies had been found in a mass grave about fifty miles south of Alexandria, she wanted to know more about it. Maybe some of her questions about those years of conflict could be answered.

She knew there’d been much unrest at nearby monasteries and thought the grave must have been dug after a brutal religious clash. A team was already working on it near the northwest edge of Wadi Natrun, a low-lying area of marshes, salt deposits, rough terrain and monasteries in the Scetis Desert. Alexi had also heard there were caves, and thought monks and monasteries would probably have hidden their sacred codices or artifacts when threatened. Maybe some had been buried. Anything she could find might reveal more about the monks and those years.

After visiting with teams working on the grave site and hearing local talk about caves; she looked around for the right sort of landforms along the edges of the Wadi Natrun. She found an escarpment high above the desert floor. The ragged west face of those sandstone cliffs had many indentations about thirty feet above the ground. She could find no natural access to them until she discovered some sloping wind-worn steps in a corner. They led to a small, partly concealed opening that went deep into the wall. She thought that cave could have been a hiding place.

After several months, the preliminary work on permissions was finished and she was ready to begin her first solo dig in Cave 450uc. In February 1994, she installed a string grid just above the cave floor to guide her work, picked up her brush and began the monotonous task.

She was slow and careful. I received a few photos that showed her at work inside the cave, bent over the square she was brushing. She kept her chestnut hair tied up in a bright scarf and always wore layered cotton shirts and olive fatigues for protection from heat and insects. The slow and tedious work went on and on; until one afternoon in May 1995, when her brush revealed a fired clay surface.

“We’re there, we found them!” she yelled. Her two Egyptian assistants came running to share the joyous moment of discovery.

She grinned, thanking them for their unwavering support, and reminded them Mark would visit the next day. They’d have a celebration. What a grand surprise. She knew Mark would be as excited as she was. And since construction of the new library had just begun; he was free to help her at the dig. The stars had aligned.

In the morning, as they brushed the sand in several sections and many more jars were revealed. The four compatriots were in high spirits during lunch as they talked about everything they’d been through for more than a year. They also made a plan for removal and transportation of the jars; then went back to work until all had been uncovered with great care and were safe in Alexandria.

In the city, specialists began the careful processes required whenever ancient, delicate artifacts are found: unpacking of jars, placement of items in controlled environments for preservation, preliminary study of the scrolls and codices; and at last the reading of those ancient written words.

Many conservators and translators would take part in those slow, meticulous processes.

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For almost fifteen centuries, potent, unseen forces had been watching,

waiting for this moment.

It is time,” one of the Guardians said. The other two agreed. “Yes, it begins now.”

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 NEXT.....Chapter 1
Email from Alexi

Chapter 1

Email from Alexi


A Thursday evening in October, 1995


The oval red-gold sun disappeared at the edge of the world where prairie hills met up with a dark blue canopy. Earth magic. No longer day and not yet night, it felt like the end of time. I let go of all the technical words, facts and figures in my head and relaxed. I was almost home.

After three days on the other side of the state listening to three vendors tell us why their software should be selected to run the statewide online library catalog for the next three years, I was glad to be back in town. Drove straight to campus, parked in front of the library and went in. After I’ve been away, I like to know everything’s copacetic, no scrungy problems or unpleasant surprises waiting for me on Friday morning.

“Hi Dr. Newton, glad you’re back!” several students made me feel at home as I came through the front doors; Circulation Desk on the right, Reference Desk on the left. Everyone’s busy, quite a few students and faculty for this early in the evening. That’s good.

I’ve been dean of libraries here for five years. The staff works well together, we have a grand, efficient building already hot-wired for the future, steady support from the administration and faculty and every year more students choose our campus. Life is a nice mix of technology, teaching and mental challenges, laid-back culture and wide open spaces to explore.

No urgent notes on the desk. Thank goodness. Phone light tried to draw me over. Resisted.

I’d left my laptop at home, knowing how intense it would be I chose to eliminate distractions and concentrate on the business at hand. After all there’s half a million dollars at stake, and still homework to be done. By the end of next week I’ll have to send in my recommendation for vendor. This Council for State-wide Online Library Systems only gets together twice a year. Librarians all around the state have to cooperate for it to work. So far it runs smoothly. Plenty of support from the state legislature helps.

Couldn’t resist. Turned computer on to check email. All work stuff except for this one:

From:

Alexi Hamilton

To:

John Newton

Subject:

Working in Alexandria!

Hi John,

Gosh, summer went by fast! Glad the heavy, hot work is finished. This new facility that specializes in translating ancient texts is unbelievable! Sorry, I never seem to have enough time to “talk” now that we’re in Alexandria with the conservators and translators. Mainly trying to keep tabs on everything going on, and, uh oh, just remembered due date of article I asked you to check a few things for is at end of this month. Hope you can find a little time for that.

We have 317 scrolls and codices, all were packed into 24 big clay jars. First guess for time of origination looks like mid to late fifth century. Mark is happy to have a change and do some translating. He just found some writing that at first look appears to be part of a diary written by a librarian working in the Serapeum Temple-Library complex.

I’ll attach one short translation to whet your appetite!

Cheers,

Alexi

My Reply to:

Alexi Hamilton

Hi Alexi,

Good to hear your work is moving forward! Very glad Mark is there too, I know he loves all of it. Have been out of town, will read translation as soon as I get home! And for sure, can finish and send article verifications you need by Monday.

Thanks,

John

Glad everything was moving forward for them, it was still hard to imagine such an amazing find. I’ll check on Alexi’s questions this weekend. Downloaded codex attachment to laptop, assumed the encryption key was same one we used before, opened the decryption software and put it to work. Sure enough, the unencrypted file appeared.

My grumbling stomach warned of near starvation; I decided to read later. Picked up a beef-veggie wrap on the way home. It went well with a bottle of ale. Felt good to be home. I was tired, but curiosity took precedence.

Codex – translated by Mark Miller, September 1995

found in the Wadi Natrun (cave 450uc) by Alexi Hamilton, dated to AD 415

My Life, by Yarrl

I, Yarrl, an assistant librarian in the Great Library was born in Constantinople in the 11th year of the reign of Emperor Theodosius. My mother died in childbirth. My father, a commander in the Roman Army, was transferred to Alexandria in the 5th year of the reign of Honorius, where he was placed in charge of a Roman cohort that provided security services for Alexandria and the surrounding region.

My father was brother to Theon of Alexandria, who was Prime Administrator of Alexandria University and father of teacher-philosopher-librarian Hypatia of Alexandria. My father was killed by an unknown assailant in Alexandria in the 9th year of the reign of Honorius. I was then adopted by Theon who provided me living space in the Serapeum Temple-Library complex and continued my education there.

I was an assistant librarian at the library for several years, escaping persecution and death at the direction of Alexandrian Bishop Cyril in the 20th year of the reign of Honorius. Now in the desert far away from Alexandria, I do not know the fate of the other librarians, Theon or Hypatia. Afraid most are now no longer living.

This is the story of how I escaped from Alexandria and walked south to Baramus Monastery, far from Alexandria and Cyril's monks. I am safe here, my true identity known only to Abba Moses and Abba Arsenius.

I hide this writing until a time when reason and equanimity once again prevail.

God be with all mankind now and in the future.

I was in a fog, not quite comprehending what I’d read or able to believe that was real. I’d never encountered or even heard of an old text like this one written by a librarian.

“Why did he write it? What happened to him afterward?” I was talking to myself, distracted. I tried to slow my brain and breathe regular; he’d used the term: “Serapeum Temple-Library complex,” which I believed was the correct name in Yarrl’s time.

Today, a lot of people talk about the Great Library of Alexandria like it was still in existence much longer than it actually was. Near the shore, the original building had been reduced by war, fire and other calamities through the years, until its probable destruction on July 21, 365 AD, when a huge tsunami, triggered by an 8.0 magnitude earthquake off the coast of Crete, sent a thirty-foot-high wall of water at five hundred miles per hour across the city. Thousands of people died and many buildings were destroyed.

Some historians have surmised that any salvageable materials from the Great Library were then transferred to the Serapeum Temple-Library complex, also known as the Daughter Library. Many theories try to explain what happened to the Library after the time of Yarrl, but none have been proved beyond doubt.

What a surprise to read an ancient text that contains so much personal information and also seems to agree with my ideas about the past. In all my study of those places and times in Egypt I’d never heard of or come across anything even vaguely like that. I hope there will be more.

From:

John Newton

To:

Mark Miller

Subject:

My Life, by Yarrl

Hi Mark,

Alexi just sent me your translation of this text. It’s unbelievable! You must be on a real high over there! Can’t imagine finding something like this. Are you able to stop long enough to eat and sleep? Is there a lot more to translate?

Thanks for keeping me in the loop. Look forward to more of Yarrl’s story, hope it’s intact. What a find!

Keep going,

John

I was so jazzed by that story the adrenaline was pumping, but I was also dead tired and needed sleep because President’s Council meets early tomorrow. So made myself walk around the block for fresh air.

Back home, I picked up a book that didn’t look specially interesting and went to bed.



 NEXT.....Chapter 2
I Dream of Animals

Chapter 2

I Dream of Animals


Thursday night


I stood on the shore of a lake, or maybe it was a river. The two scenes changed back and forth like channels flipping on TV; lake, river, lake, river. I felt a little dizzy.

Something moved in the water and a beady yellow eye in a darkish, colorless, long and bumpy head looked right at me. Then a large mouth with prominent teeth rose out of the water and flashed a crooked grin. I didn’t realize reptiles, especially this dangerous predator, ever smiled. He came ashore a few feet away and stopped. I crouched down and met the creature eye-to-eye. A claw foot waved me closer. It’s definitely a crocodile. Or wait, maybe an alligator. I didn’t know. Didn’t care.

I have no fear of this alligator. It’s talking to me. At least it looks like he’s talking, but no sounds. Then I realized he’d asked me a question.

“Why haven’t we met before?”

“Why would I want to meet an alligator?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Hey John, lets break down the barriers, how about calling me Al, just plain Al will do.” He moved a little side-to-side. “It’s most important we meet face-to-face. Soon.”

“OK, let me know when and where.”

“I’ll get back to you on that, still working it out. Just don’t forget. It’s imperative that you come see me. We have lots to talk about. You know, like how the world works, stuff like that.

“In the meantime, put on your dancing shoes and let’s boogie.” His smile came again as did that weird little side step. “Maybe have a few drinks along the way.”

My mind could not process that one.

“OK then, maybe no dancing and drinking.” Now Al looked drowsy, his voice barely heard.

“Look inward; look far inward and see what you see.” He faded completely away.

Somehow I knew those words were important. I wouldn’t forget.

I looked around, no water anywhere. I’m in a desert, just sand and more sand and a short, twisted, dead tree where the alligator had been.

High above, a vulture rode the wind in a lazy, graceful pattern. I watched, relaxed as she drifted downward and landed on a tree limb that was practically in my face. She looked around with an imperative air as if she’s the empress regnant surveying her domain.

“Hey John, whatcha doing there, buddy?” She sang out, as she looked directly into my eyes.

“Hello Madame Vulture, what brings you here today?” Now I’m talking to a bird like it’s someone I know and meet on the street.

“Tsk, John, don’t call me Madame Vulture; call me by my real name.”

“Sure thing, what is your real name?”

“It’s Bird. Remember?”

“Remember what?”

“Oh John, come on, you forgot how we met when you came in? You really don’t remember?”

I remembered nothing, nothing at all.

“Never mind, John, watch for me soon. I’ll show the way for your journey of a lifetime.”

Before I could respond, the vulture, also known as Bird, flew away.

OK, that sounded kinda interesting, but where and when?

A faint, sweet whisper caressed my ears.

“Time passes. And then, it’s suddenly past time.”



 NEXT.....Chapter 3
Daydream