Truthseekers (6 page)

“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 about 30,000 inhabitants, about 140,000 in total over the whole first century. Take from this that only around 1% of these people were important enough or wealthy enough to get a tomb and an ossuary and that’s only 1,400 of them, and then match that with the combination of Jesus, Mary and Joseph and what are the odds?”

“I don’t know, David, but I know you are going to tell me.” Rocko had been in these situations plenty of times before.

“It’s not my numbers Rocko. The University of Nova Scotia did the math and it’s a 1 in 183,000 chance it’s not Jesus, but that’s not the good part.”

Rocko forgot about friendly little monkeys and turned his full gaze to David.

“There’s some material in Jesus’ ossuary. They have his DNA, for God’s sake.”

“OK – that’s pretty cool,” Rocko admitted. “Even that the son of God has DNA is weird on so many levels, but why does all that matter?”

“Ah ha … now I gotcha…” smirked David. “Now here comes the fun part…”

David went on to explain that the symbol on the Talpiot Tomb was an upside down V representing the penis or the male. When coupled with the female vagina symbol of the V it created an X, yet the inscription on Jesus’ tomb had something unique about it. There was a hook on the X, like another V. This could only mean that Jesus and Mary were not only married. They had a daughter.

Rocko obviously had a million questions, even the basic ones; how could David surmise all this? David didn’t wait for his reply. He kept talking.

“There’s a bloodline, Rocko, and it’s been written about by everyone from Dan Brown to conspiracy theorists, yet there is a part they missed. It’s recorded. They have the names and now with DNA recognition, we can trace who is actually a descendant of Jesus. How freaking cool is that. What if it’s Barack Obama or Gandhi?”

“What if it’s Hitler or Pol Pot?” chimed Rocko. “How do we know there is a list?”

David went on to explain that in 1119 AD nine knights under the command of Hughes De Payan spent nine years digging under the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. Here he explained they found riches, the Ark of the Covenant, the secrets of Egypt and the most prized possession: a scroll with the names and family of Jesus and Mary. They didn’t understand what they had at that time, but when De Payan gave it to the Pope, he knew the importance of it. David then explained how Mary was taken to France after Jesus’ demise and how when she finally died, after spending time making a pilgrimage home to Jerusalem, she was buried next to her husband. He told Rocko how Mary’s was the only DNA in the tomb that was of a different family.

David went on to say that the research Stacey turned up was that the list of family was well known from the daughter, also known as Mary, who lived in France her whole life. There were those watchers who looked after each bloodline and it was very secure and well documented. When Constantine became the first Pope after the Council of Nicaea in 326 AD he simply got rid of the list from circulation, took all reference to it and the union of Jesus and Mary away, making Jesus divine, and creating a religion that until this day has been a large part of global control. When Innocent II reviewed the list that the Templars found with a list held by the Church passed down from Constantine, he realised the lies that had been spread for 800 years at that point

Rocko stared at his friend. “How does Stacey find all this stuff?”

“Well she did study in Switzerland you know and she makes a lot of friends. She has friends inside the Vatican archives and the libraries of Congress. That’s about as good a source as there is these days.”

“OK – having those type of friends isn’t necessarily the best thing to have David… you know that, so why am I here in Cambodia?” Rocko patted his old pal on the knee. The tuk tuk motored casually past a group of children who chased all yelling ‘one dollar’ and holding postcards. Next to them a group of landmine victims were playing Khmer instruments and hoping for a tip.

“The thing is Rocko that the system worked pretty well for many years. The Church was damn powerful, and whilst it was built on a pack of lies it had its place. People at least had something to believe in and faith shifts a lot of mountains, especially in the dark ages after the fall of Rome.”

David went on to explain how the list of names ceased in 1136 with one final name: Alphonse of Toulouse. He was a known friend of the Templar Knights and suddenly he vanished. David explained that the Templars’ affairs had led them to be challenged by King Phillip the Fair and Pope Clementine V in 1307 and how they literally ceased to exist not long after. Yet whilst there were apparently 2,000 Templars at the time, with aides, those in training and wives there were in fact many more and most ended up in hiding or simply migrated to the Knights of St John, an order that lasted until Freemasonry became popular in the 17
^th
century.

“Wives… I thought Templars took a vow of chastity?” Rocko said. “That’s why I was never one.” He laughed out loud at his own joke.

“That’s what is written, but what Stacey turned up in documents that have come into the public eye only in the last few years is that there were wives, only for those at the highest level. Like… do your crusade then get laid.” David smiled at his crude line too. “In fact they were often disguised as nuns and had the name, the Ladies of Tsion, which linked to their Judaic roots. In this way there were generations of Templars, which were portrayed as cousins but really were father and son. These were the most trusted.”

“OK OK … so Templars had geisha girls… tell me why I am in Cambodia again?”

“Oh Rocko, never had patience did you?” quipped David. “You see when King Phillip had the Templars arrested over forty ships escaped.
That’s a lot of people. My belief is they went far and wide. I believe they knew who was the family lineage of Christ and took them to protect them. I remember seeing Xs at Angkor Wat, so I thought what better place to start than to come here and look for the hooked X.”

“Oh well…” said Rocko “At least Mr C will have some beers waiting for us.”

7

“Mr David, Mr Rock… over here!”

The voice was distinctly Mr C’s. He had been patiently waiting at the ticket office to Angkor Wat. Smiling broadly and a few pounds heavier than the last time they saw him, Mr C gave them a big hug. At 33 years old he was one of a new breed of entrepreneur in Cambodia and he had his finger on the pulse of everything. Mr C had been around and was considered almost an old man in a population that boasts 75% under the age of 30.

“So good to see you again. Mr Rock you look very fat… you will need beer.” Mr C’s Asian brutality made Rocko laugh and give C a big hug, ruffling his head.

“Where’s that beer C? You look like you drank a whole case just waiting for us.”

“You know me. I save farmer. They have no water. So I drink beer, save them water… ha ha.” The three friends roared with laughter.

It was always good to see Mr C. He made stupid jokes and never took life too seriously. How could you, David always thought, when at age 10 you were carrying an AK47 and watching your school friends being used for land mine bait?

“I already pay for Angkor pass. You just need photo so they can see you,” said C.

David always shook his head at Angkor Wat. Here it was one of the seven wonders of the world and a UNESCO Heritage site, yet it was US$20 a day to get in and all the money went to Prime Minister Hun Sen’s son-in-law. At 2 million tourists a year, David really regretted paying him part of $40 million in income. Worse still was the country then asked every other country to sponsor the works at Angkor Wat because there was no money.

He watched Rocko march up to the window, beer in hand, and smile and point at his Angkor Beer. Rocko’s official Angkor pass, him and a beer smiling had all the girls in the shop giggling at him. David tried it as well, but they took no notice of him.

“Come, let’s go… David, you want to find the X at the Temple, it may take a long time,” said C.

David replied: “Yes I need to see it for myself. I know I have seen one.”

“Sure sure,” C agreed “Let’s go for more tuk tuk.”

If anyone could find a symbol in 402 square kilometres of ruins it would be Mr C, David thought. The guy knew everything there was to know about what was the biggest city on Earth in the 12
^th
century. 1.2 million residents had lived in Angkor Wat, which translated simply means Capital City.

It was a short ride to the massive 7-kilometre moat around the Temple. Just enough time for Rocko to down two beers and keep clinging cans with Mr C continually saying: “Cheers Long Ears Khmers and Si Slap,” meaning ‘We will die tomorrow’ a favourite salutation of the Khmer people during the war.

At the moat David jumped out and led the way over the causeway to the King’s Entrance. Angkor Wat never ceased to amaze both he and Rocko. Even the big guy was pretty speechless the first time he visited. David dodged the groups of Koreans that seemed to invade every corner of Angkor Wat and strode through the King’s Entrance past the statue of Shiva the world destroyer and into the complex.

“OK Mr C, point us in the right direction,” enthused David.

A broad smile came across C’s face and he pointed just a metre away.

“There’s one.”

“…oh and there’s another,” he said, grinning.

“Oh and there…” still grinning

“… and there and there and there and there…”

“OK C!” David held up his hand. “I get the picture, they are everywhere. But what the hell, I googled X at Angkor Wat and got nothing.”

“Ha ha ha,” mirthed Rocko. “Looks like you got X cited over nothing and flew halfway across the world for it.”

David gave Rocko the glare and turned to C

“But C, these X’s are everywhere… and no one talks about them. What do they mean?”

“They mean ancient Khmer people like the shape of X. It’s for the same reason you explain about a man and a woman being an X. King Jayavaram Number 7, he like to make a dick with a pussy… ha ha ha.”

C started to realise David was getting a little perturbed.

“But David you come look here. This one a little different.”

David followed C along a line of Xs upon which stood the stunning frescoes that made up the temple complex. About ten metres from the entrance and just in one spot David saw it. The X was different. It had a hook.