Truthseekers by Mike Handcock Read Free Book Online

trail of the Minoans, dude,” smiled David. Rocko nodded.
    “Well, I had Stacey pull a whole lot of research and I found something a whole lot more interesting than Bronze Age exploration. It involves the Knights Templar.”
    Rocko sparked a look out of his non lazy eye.
    “Those bad boys… now I’m interested. But they never came to Cambodia.”
    “Didn’t they?” replied David holding Rocko’s stare and then saying nothing more. He could almost see Rocko fidgeting on the seat; even the driver started to notice the back rocking a little. Rocko hated not knowing stuff and when David played these games it became a little too much for Rocko.
    “Ok, I’m in… I’m here aren’t I? What wild goose chase have you got us on now?”
    “Well it’s been a busy 48 hours since I spoke to you. I had Stacey so busy she nearly missed her flight to South Africa. She’s been wanting to go on a damn safari for two years. Blames us for constantly loading her up… So we paid her a bit of overtime in the way of an upgrade. She delivered everything I wanted in record time.”
    “Humph,” was Rocko’s response. Born on the wrong side of the tracks he hated spending unnecessary money unless it was him spending it, and he was always looking for deals. He actually spent most of his life eating things that didn’t agree with his stomach at restaurants because it was on special. “OK, OK, David… spill the beans.”
    David shared with Rocko how he had Stacey doing all sorts of research on the Minoans. He had been wanting to prove that America was discovered thousands of years before Columbus, the Vikings or any one else had found it. He told Rocko how he was sitting up late about to watch some You Tube and came across a short film of the hooked X and had become fascinated with it. Enough to reorganise everyone’s schedule and come halfway across the world on a hunch.
    David knew Rocko well enough to know he had to explain the whole thing right from the start.
    “You know Jesus right?” started David.
    “Yeah he was a gang banger I beat up at high school,” smirked Rocko. “Bullied that sucker until he crapped his pants and ran home to mummy. At least it got him kicked out of the gang.”
    “I’m talking about the son of God, dude, not some Puerto Rican kid,” David drew breath. “When Jesus died we all know he was buried in a tomb and as the story went, he rose a few days later and so on… right!”
    Rocko nodded as he watched the monkeys on the side of the road pick nits from each other’s fur. Rocko enjoyed monkeys. They had an indignation that he felt as well. Sometimes he wished he could sit with his everything showing and pick nits and flick them at tourists.
    “In the early 1980s that tomb was found. It was under an apartment building in Jerusalem. It’s called the Talpiot tomb.” Rocko was still watching the monkeys.
    “Well Rocko… inside the tomb were several ossuaries. Do you know what they are?”
    “Big birds that stick their head in the sand I suppose.” Rocko liked baiting David when he was on one of his rants.
    “Ossuaries were what the important and wealthy people were buried in during the first century in that part of the world… and in the Talpiot tomb some of these ossuaries had inscriptions, like Jesus, son of Joseph, James, brother of Jesus and most importantly Mary, wife of Jesus.”
    Rocko interrupted. “Well, we all know Jesus had a bro called James. It’s even in the Bible, yet they gloss over that one.”
    “Yes, Rocko, but clearly there’s an inscription about Mary, the wife of Jesus… that’s pretty damn unique don’t you think?”
    “David… Mary, Joseph and Jesus are pretty much as common as any names, especially back then.”
    “Yes I know. You are right, yet I read the research. Here’s the math…” Rocko always winced when David brought out ‘the math’.
    “There were only about 100 million people on Earth back then. Jerusalem was hardly Mexico City. It had