to date them proved inconclusive.
Both Church and Templar tradition suggested the globes once rested atop the twin columns that stood at the entrance of King Solomon’s Temple. But the Knights Templar believed the globes themselves were crafted far earlier. While Noah was building his ark, other children of Lamech were engraving the globes with the lost knowledge of Atlantis and the antediluvian world so that knowledge would survive the coming destruction of the Flood. The globes, the Templars believed, contained or pointed to some pre-Genesis revelation.
The only legend that Serena had been able to authenticate with any degree of certainty, however, was that the globes had been unearthed beneath the Temple Mount in Jerusalem by the Knights Templar.
Centuries later, the Masons took them to the New World and buried them under what would become Washington, D.C. That was where they rested until the twenty-first century, when Conrad Yeats dug them up before the Alignment could.
The globes apparently worked together like some kind of astronomical clock in a manner that Serena had yet to figure out. But she was positive it involved a secret code or alignment between a constellation on the celestial globe and a landmark on the terrestrial globe. After all, Conrad’s knowledge that Washington, D.C., was aligned to the constellation of Virgo had led him to the location of the globes. So it made sense to Serena that the alignment of the globes themselves led to an even greater revelation—a revelation that for centuries had eluded the Church, the Knights Templar, the Masons, the Americans, and everybody else.
Everybody, that is, except the Alignment, which had ordered her to deliver the Templar globes next week to the meeting of the Council of Thirty on the island of Rhodes, all under the guise of the European summit on the fate of Jerusalem.
Serena ran her hand over the smooth contours of the continents on the terrestrial globe, marveling at its three-dimensional, holographic look. “Now tell me what you discovered with the terrestrial globe,” she said to Lorenzo.
“The terrestrial sphere is full of hidden gear wheels that, in turn, drive the most unique surface dials I’ve ever seen on an ancient astronomical clock.”
“What dials?”
“The northern and southern hemispheres of the terrestrial globe are really dials,” he said. “Inside the mechanism are gear trains that drive the dials. The gear trains are driven by a crank that is inserted into a tiny hole at the bottom in Antarctica.”
She looked closely at the tiny hole in the ancient landmass of East Antarctica. It was in the shape of a pentagon. “How could I have missed it?”
“It is rather small.” Lorenzo pulled out a tiny S-lever that he had reproduced, inserted it into the hole, and began to crank it. “It works like a keylock, moving the hidden gears within the shell.”
To Serena’s amazement, the surface of the terrestrial globe began to change before her eyes like some kind of high-definition animation. The continents didn’t move, but the contours within them shimmered for a moment and locked into place. “What happened?” she demanded.
“This,” said Lorenzo, removing the lever and inserting a penlight into the hole. Three pinpricks of light burst forth from the terrestrial globe in the locations of Antarctica, Washington, D.C., and Jerusalem.
“It’s a triangle,” Serena said decisively. “Just like the U.S. Capitol, the White House, and the Washington Monument. Those monuments lined up with the constellations of Boötes, Leo, and Virgo. Likewise, these three capital cities from the terrestrial globe should line up with three constellations on the celestial globe.”
“The problem, of course, is that the real celestial globe is still with the Americans,” Lorenzo reminded her. “And you’ve never seen it with your own eyes, only the terrestrial globe you stole from Dr. Yeats. He’s the only person alive who has seen
Both Church and Templar tradition suggested the globes once rested atop the twin columns that stood at the entrance of King Solomon’s Temple. But the Knights Templar believed the globes themselves were crafted far earlier. While Noah was building his ark, other children of Lamech were engraving the globes with the lost knowledge of Atlantis and the antediluvian world so that knowledge would survive the coming destruction of the Flood. The globes, the Templars believed, contained or pointed to some pre-Genesis revelation.
The only legend that Serena had been able to authenticate with any degree of certainty, however, was that the globes had been unearthed beneath the Temple Mount in Jerusalem by the Knights Templar.
Centuries later, the Masons took them to the New World and buried them under what would become Washington, D.C. That was where they rested until the twenty-first century, when Conrad Yeats dug them up before the Alignment could.
The globes apparently worked together like some kind of astronomical clock in a manner that Serena had yet to figure out. But she was positive it involved a secret code or alignment between a constellation on the celestial globe and a landmark on the terrestrial globe. After all, Conrad’s knowledge that Washington, D.C., was aligned to the constellation of Virgo had led him to the location of the globes. So it made sense to Serena that the alignment of the globes themselves led to an even greater revelation—a revelation that for centuries had eluded the Church, the Knights Templar, the Masons, the Americans, and everybody else.
Everybody, that is, except the Alignment, which had ordered her to deliver the Templar globes next week to the meeting of the Council of Thirty on the island of Rhodes, all under the guise of the European summit on the fate of Jerusalem.
Serena ran her hand over the smooth contours of the continents on the terrestrial globe, marveling at its three-dimensional, holographic look. “Now tell me what you discovered with the terrestrial globe,” she said to Lorenzo.
“The terrestrial sphere is full of hidden gear wheels that, in turn, drive the most unique surface dials I’ve ever seen on an ancient astronomical clock.”
“What dials?”
“The northern and southern hemispheres of the terrestrial globe are really dials,” he said. “Inside the mechanism are gear trains that drive the dials. The gear trains are driven by a crank that is inserted into a tiny hole at the bottom in Antarctica.”
She looked closely at the tiny hole in the ancient landmass of East Antarctica. It was in the shape of a pentagon. “How could I have missed it?”
“It is rather small.” Lorenzo pulled out a tiny S-lever that he had reproduced, inserted it into the hole, and began to crank it. “It works like a keylock, moving the hidden gears within the shell.”
To Serena’s amazement, the surface of the terrestrial globe began to change before her eyes like some kind of high-definition animation. The continents didn’t move, but the contours within them shimmered for a moment and locked into place. “What happened?” she demanded.
“This,” said Lorenzo, removing the lever and inserting a penlight into the hole. Three pinpricks of light burst forth from the terrestrial globe in the locations of Antarctica, Washington, D.C., and Jerusalem.
“It’s a triangle,” Serena said decisively. “Just like the U.S. Capitol, the White House, and the Washington Monument. Those monuments lined up with the constellations of Boötes, Leo, and Virgo. Likewise, these three capital cities from the terrestrial globe should line up with three constellations on the celestial globe.”
“The problem, of course, is that the real celestial globe is still with the Americans,” Lorenzo reminded her. “And you’ve never seen it with your own eyes, only the terrestrial globe you stole from Dr. Yeats. He’s the only person alive who has seen
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