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God has sent a comet to destroy Earth unless a group of heroes can find a golden disc and complete a divinely ordained task to save humanity.

God, unhappy with mankind, has sent a blue comet to destroy the earth, but has offered one chance and set a nearly impossible task; to place a golden disc on the outstretched left hand of a tall, gilded statue of Mother Mary atop a cathedral in Avignon, France. The golden disc must be found in one month’s time. Once the disc is in place God will cause the comet to miss the planet.

The story involves the search for the golden disc and includes the Inca of Peru, the Hopi people of Arizona, a secret space program, an underground base on the Martian moon Phobos and its large, sustainable, ecological farm.

Faced with a daunting mission, the main characters, knowing that the fate of the world lies in their hands, proceed with determination, courage and, above all, faith. This is a timely story that comprises politics, the environment, the worldview of indigenous peoples, spirituality, and, most importantly, man’s relationship with God.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	26 mai 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669812524
Langue	English

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THE DOMAIN OF ARROGANCE

Charles David Grotsky

Copyright © 2022 by Charles David Grotsky.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022904084
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-1254-8

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978-1-6698-1253-1

eBook
978-1-6698-1252-4

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 09/15/2022

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CONTENTS
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 114 AD
Chapter 2Vatican Advanced Technology Telescope (VATT) Mount Graham, Arizona
Chapter 3Southern Peru, 1533 AD
Chapter 4Cusco, Peru-Present Day
Chapter 5Sub Rosa Base, Phobos, Mars
Chapter 6Sutton Place, Manhattan, New York City
Chapter 7 Puno, Peru-Present Day
Chapter 8Avignon, France
Chapter 9 Rennes Le Chateau , France
Chapter 10 Lavaldieu , France
Chapter 11A New World
DEDICATION
To my late parents, Jerry and Sunny Grotsky, who taught me to write at an early age and greatly influenced the enjoyment I get from reading.
To my late grandparents, Matthew and Minna Artson, for their opening the world for me as a young child by taking to me to visit the great natural history and art museums of New York City.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to acknowledge the following people who contributed in the writing of “The Domain of Arrogance”:
My cousin, Brenda Lowen, and my friends, Wynette Weaver and Ann Mullen, who offered suggestions that helped me to make various clarifications. My good friends, James Green and Traci Livingston, who enjoyed the story and made important observations. The head of a writer’s group, David Rosenberg, for his important opinions regarding structural changes. Tom Halfhill for pointing out needed corrections. And my late friend and spiritual teacher, Dawna Su Maria Burhman, for her love and support. Last, but not at all least, my Senior Publishing Consultant, Dean Summers, who guided me along the path, and added to my overall understanding of self-publishing my book.
CHAPTER ONE 14 AD
Yeshua’s hands rested on the railing as He stood on deck and gazed north across the channel. The breeze played with the many curls in His long, dark hair.
“What is the matter? I sense that something is bothering you,” asked His uncle, Joseph of Arima thea .
“It is difficult to express in words, but I will attempt to do so. I am feeling an intense negative force. Whatever this force is, it has a great power of pure evil I have not encountered before. As we draw nearer to Briton, the source of this terrible power gains in stre ngth.”
The journey from Judea had lasted six months. They had crossed from Corbilo in Gaul earlier that morning and sailed toward Briton. Joseph was a trader of tin; a valuable commodity required to make bronze. They would be guests of Gorust Cadwallan, the owner off lead, tin, and silver mines. His son, Kenau , and Yeshua were both fourteen years old.
Their ship docked in mid-day at the port of Padstow in Cornwall. A young man in his twenties greeted them as they stepped onto the pier.
“My name is Brychan . News that your ship was seen crossing the channel reached us this morning.
I will take you and your nephew to Mr. Cadwallan’s residence on Looe Island, where he and his son await you.”
The man helped them load their bags into a row boat, and they set off east.
A small wooded island came into view as they rounded a headland, and they saw a handsome two-story house of stone and timbers standing a good distance from shore. The house was fronted by vegetable gardens and rows of fruit trees. Brychan assisted them onto a pier and hefted their bags out of the boat. He then took them to a path leading to the house.
“I will take my leave now, fine sirs,” he said.
Yeshua and Joseph carried their bags and followed the path. As they drew near the house the front door opened, and Gorust and his son, Kenau , appeared.
Gorust stood a good six feet tall, and his graying hair was worn in a pony-tail. When he smiled, his blue eyes twinkled.
“Welcome to Cornwall,” he said in a jovial voice. “Please come inside.”
Kenau was tall as well, with blonde hair, and his eyes were also blue.
Yet, in contrast to his father, Yeshua sensed his deep unhappiness. He appeared to be sullen and withdrawn. And Yeshua was acutely aware of something else.
Gorust led them through an entrance hall, past a stairway, and into a large dining room. They were seated, and servants brought platters of venison, duck, and earthen bowls of cabbage soup with leeks and boiled carrots. Joseph and Yeshua recounted the many trials, experiences and adventures of their long journey. When all had had their fill, Gorust patted his stomach and cleared his throat.
“ Kenau , be a good lad and show Yeshua around the property while Joseph and I discuss business.”
After the boys left, the two men faced one another.
“Your son has matured since the last time I was here,” remarked Joseph.
“Three years ago, was it not?” asked Go rust .
“Closer to four.”
Gorust settled back in his chair.
“Yes, I agree with you, Joseph. My son has matured. Kenau has a bright mind, which has often surprised both myself and his tutors. He seems to have been born with fluency in Latin, Greek, and Aramaic and abilities in mathematics and geometry. He is also a natural horseman with great skill.”
Joseph observed Gorust avert his eyes and heard him let out a deep sigh.
“There is something troubling you, my friend.”
Gorust looked at Joseph and attempted to smile, but failed. He laced his fingers together and spoke.
“ Kenau has a strong personality that is negative and is often expressed in anger. I have heard many reports from my gardeners that he has been seen being cruel to small animals.
He will frequently fly into tirades.
I have done my best to raise him. Perhaps he misses not having had a mother. I chose not to remarry after my wife died. I must admit that I am greatly disturbed by Kenau’s unhappiness.”
Gorust leaned forward and managed to smile.
“But enough of my problems, Joseph. Tell me something about your nephew.”
“ Yeshua is turning out to be a fine young man. He enjoys studying our scriptures and takes delight in teaching others. He too seems to have been born with a keen mind and language abilities, but I think his main attribute is one of love, respect for others, and Goodness.”
“Perhaps He will have a positive influence on Kenau , then.”
The two strolled through the garden, past planted beds of vegetables and many rows of fruit and nut trees.
Yeshua walked alongside Kenau, who halted and turned to face Him.
He pushed his arms outward with great force. A strong gust of wind carried Yeshua backwards a dozen feet and sent Him sprawling. Kenau raced toward Him and picked up a shovel. He raised it over his head to strike Yeshua who motioned with His hand and bent it in half. Kenau unbent it and swung the shovel in an arc which missed Yeshua’s head by only inches. Yeshua motioned with His hand again and sent the shovel flying.
Kenau frowned and broke into a run. He halted, faced Yeshua and raised his left arm. An intense red-hot beam of light issued forth from his finger. Yeshua raised His right arm and held His palm outward, but He had moved too slowly. The beam seared His forearm and wrist.
Yeshua winced in pain. He waved His left hand and the burns healed instantly. He saw that His palm had deflected the red-hot beam and that it had struck Kenau squarely in the chest. The force of the blow had propelled him backwards and slammed him against the trunk of a large chestnut tree.
Kenau sprang to his feet and rushed at Yeshua, who took two steps backward and opened his arms wide. He brought His hands together with a thunderous clap. A whirling column of air appeared and swept Kenau aloft ten feet off the ground. Yeshua allowed him to spin clockwise for a few moments. He opened His arms wide once more. The vortex dissipated, and Kenau fell heavily to the ground.
Yeshua strode up and looked down at him. Kenau’s eyes had changed from blue to a fiery crimson.
“I know who you are, Yeshua ben Yusef . My mother died giving birth to me. We were both born at the exact same time, and you are Ur , The Christ.”
“And I know who you are. You may use the name Kenau, but you are Chosech, The Antich rist.”
Kenau’s fiery, crimson eyes blazed and were full of hatred.
“You will die a horrible death nailed to a wooden cross in less than twenty years, and, mark my words, I will be there in person to witness it.”
“Our Father has made this known to Me. So it is written. You, on the other hand, will die and be reborn countless times on this earthly plane. And unlike mortal humans, you will be c