The Code - Genesis - Book I by K. Thorpe Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: K. Thorpe
desk. He picks up the first symbol page and looks at it as his memory drifts to a class lecture he gave six months ago.
Josh stands with his back to more than a hundred students, scribbling notes on a chalk board. “It’s time, Professor,” a student shouts from the back of the room.
Josh looks down at his watch, then places the chalk neatly in its place on the board.
He dusts his hands off, then offers the class his final thought for the day. “Okay everyone. That’ll do it for today. And, remember, creating symbols with a mathematic congruency is the central theme here. I promise if the Mayans can do it, then you, twenty-first-century graduate students, certainly can. Have a great weekend.”
Several students snicker in the back of the classroom as they shuffle out of their chairs to the exits. Henry, the second-best student in the program, approaches Josh as he erases Mayan references from the chalk board at the front of the lecture hall.
“Professor Sails, do you have a moment?” he asks.
Josh acknowledges him. “For you , Henry, of course.”
Henry hands Josh a few research pages, “I thought you would find this interesting.” The article title reads “Mathematics of the Bible Code.”
Josh flips through the pages, looking at Henry quizzically. “The Bible Code?”
Henry looks hopeful. “Supposedly there’s a sound mathematical foundation for it.”
“You can’t believe everything you read, Henry,” Josh retorts.
“I know, I just thought you might want to review it.”
“Well, thanks for thinking of me.”
“No problem, Professor Sails. See ya Monday.” Henry leaves Josh to finish his erasing.
“Take care.” Josh shakes his head, tossing the papers aside, and returns to the board.
Josh blinks to another memory, finding himself completely enthralled by the article findings. What began as a brief review to casually cast aside, quickly became a significant scientific discovery to the professor. Sitting in his university office, Josh surrounds himself with a collage of Hebrew writings as he peruses duplicate pages on his computer . The screen shows a Bible matrix with circled Mayan references, including Josh’s name. This can’t be right. It’s not possible…is it? He frantically continues reviewing the notes, closing his eyes for a brief second to get his bearings.
Josh flashes to another memory: he holds a drink and stands in the foyer of Congressman Kent Bradshaw’s immaculate Victorian home. Congressman Bradshaw comes from old money, a history of Democratic politicians in his family. The cold, museum-like quality of Kent ’s home didn’t fit Josh’s understanding of Kent himself. Kent was like an older brother—he could be stern, but he was usually as warm and likeable a guy as anybody, not a politician at all. Kent had been in Congress a fair time now and Josh could see it wearing on his Democratic friend as he rode the minority tide, not only surviving the Republican storm of recent years, but seating a committee to become the man he had promised to his constituents. In Josh’s mind, Kent was two men, the politician and the friend, and Josh felt the ever-growing gap between the two .
Not enjoying the taste of alcohol, Josh takes an infinitesimal sip of his drink out of politeness. “I’m heading to Mexico tomorrow to review some Mayan artifacts.”
“Looking for anything in particular?” Kent questions.
“You know me, just looking to find whatever needs finding,” Josh smiles.
“This is the huge revelation you wanted to tell me about? Mayan artifacts? You’re not dabbling where you shouldn’t be, are ya, Josh?” Kent ’s older brother side comes on.
“No…no,” Josh replies. “I think I’m on to something , but I can’t really discuss it
until I investigate it further. I will say that I may have found a unicorn, Kent .”
“I’ve heard those
Josh stands with his back to more than a hundred students, scribbling notes on a chalk board. “It’s time, Professor,” a student shouts from the back of the room.
Josh looks down at his watch, then places the chalk neatly in its place on the board.
He dusts his hands off, then offers the class his final thought for the day. “Okay everyone. That’ll do it for today. And, remember, creating symbols with a mathematic congruency is the central theme here. I promise if the Mayans can do it, then you, twenty-first-century graduate students, certainly can. Have a great weekend.”
Several students snicker in the back of the classroom as they shuffle out of their chairs to the exits. Henry, the second-best student in the program, approaches Josh as he erases Mayan references from the chalk board at the front of the lecture hall.
“Professor Sails, do you have a moment?” he asks.
Josh acknowledges him. “For you , Henry, of course.”
Henry hands Josh a few research pages, “I thought you would find this interesting.” The article title reads “Mathematics of the Bible Code.”
Josh flips through the pages, looking at Henry quizzically. “The Bible Code?”
Henry looks hopeful. “Supposedly there’s a sound mathematical foundation for it.”
“You can’t believe everything you read, Henry,” Josh retorts.
“I know, I just thought you might want to review it.”
“Well, thanks for thinking of me.”
“No problem, Professor Sails. See ya Monday.” Henry leaves Josh to finish his erasing.
“Take care.” Josh shakes his head, tossing the papers aside, and returns to the board.
Josh blinks to another memory, finding himself completely enthralled by the article findings. What began as a brief review to casually cast aside, quickly became a significant scientific discovery to the professor. Sitting in his university office, Josh surrounds himself with a collage of Hebrew writings as he peruses duplicate pages on his computer . The screen shows a Bible matrix with circled Mayan references, including Josh’s name. This can’t be right. It’s not possible…is it? He frantically continues reviewing the notes, closing his eyes for a brief second to get his bearings.
Josh flashes to another memory: he holds a drink and stands in the foyer of Congressman Kent Bradshaw’s immaculate Victorian home. Congressman Bradshaw comes from old money, a history of Democratic politicians in his family. The cold, museum-like quality of Kent ’s home didn’t fit Josh’s understanding of Kent himself. Kent was like an older brother—he could be stern, but he was usually as warm and likeable a guy as anybody, not a politician at all. Kent had been in Congress a fair time now and Josh could see it wearing on his Democratic friend as he rode the minority tide, not only surviving the Republican storm of recent years, but seating a committee to become the man he had promised to his constituents. In Josh’s mind, Kent was two men, the politician and the friend, and Josh felt the ever-growing gap between the two .
Not enjoying the taste of alcohol, Josh takes an infinitesimal sip of his drink out of politeness. “I’m heading to Mexico tomorrow to review some Mayan artifacts.”
“Looking for anything in particular?” Kent questions.
“You know me, just looking to find whatever needs finding,” Josh smiles.
“This is the huge revelation you wanted to tell me about? Mayan artifacts? You’re not dabbling where you shouldn’t be, are ya, Josh?” Kent ’s older brother side comes on.
“No…no,” Josh replies. “I think I’m on to something , but I can’t really discuss it
until I investigate it further. I will say that I may have found a unicorn, Kent .”
“I’ve heard those