The protocol of the scarab

The truth shall set you free

Chapter 15  The protocol of the scarab

Charles took a flight from Geneva to Washington DC. From there he rented a car and drove to Bethel. He had agreed in principle to take up a position in McClellan, but needed about three months to tie up loose ends.

He met Nahmakanta at the same bar and restaurant that they had their meeting before.

“You remember asking me whether I had native American ancestry?” he reminded Nahmakanta.

“Yeah, you have a slight tan, like an Hawaiian,” he replied.

“Well, I'm pleased to confirm that you may have East Indian ancestry,” he said. He reached into his pocket and produced the gold scarab. He put it in front of Nahmakanta on the table.

“What's this?” Nahmakanta asked.

“It belonged to a very pretty lady,” Charles answered. “But she didn't want anybody else to have it. So when she died, she had it buried with her.”

“So this proves that the migration was from the civilizations in the early kingdoms of Egypt,”

Nahmakanta exclaimed.

Charles paused to think and then said thoughtfully, “That's now academic. We have moved from there to a greater world view. But this belongs to your people. I want you to have it.”

Nahmakanta took the scarab and examined it closely.

“I'm going back to the wife, if she'll have me,” Charles said. “What about you?”

“Things have been working out recently,” he said. “I might if it works out.”

Charles produced a piece of paper with the name of Krishna Nambiar and the address in Kerala.

“This is someone you may want to meet someday. He teaches the art of the Atharva for people who want to continue the pursuit of their studies. Its possible that your peoples' Sanskrit background is tied up with Krishna's people.”

He gave him the paper. Nahmakanta stared at it for a while.

“You said before that Kanta is the name of the one who loved the world,” he began slowly.

Charles cut him off.

 

“Its an older name. Thereafter, the Indians changed the name to Kannan. It is the archetype of Krishna of the Mahabarata. “

Nahmakanta sat silently.

“I don't know why I did it,” he said. “Something in me compelled me to help you, otherwise you would not have had your initial proof.”

Charles squeezed the man's shoulder.

“Not a problem,” he replied, then added, “You are getting more American each day.”

Nahmakanta laughed. Charles rose to leave.

“Don't you want to know if its truly from the Egyptians?” he asked.

Charles turned.

“It's like the lesson in the Mahabarata. Somebody dreamt up a story that would teach the people then, an important lesson about life. How the story got started is not important today. It is up to man to understand the nature of his mind and how he got here in the first place. Then he builds his own reality.”

“I just wanted to help,” he repeated.

Charles shook his hand.

“Thanks for everything Nahmakanta. Have a good life.”

He arrived in Los Angeles airport, picked up his car from the parking lot and drove to Pasadena. He turned into Melrose Avenue and to his house. He parked on the street and walked up the driveway.

There was a note pinned to the door.

“The astrologer said you might come back today. I've gone to the supermarket. Thought I'll get some steak. The key is under the mat. Be back later.”

Charles let himself in. The house had an odor of spices. It reminded him of Kerala.

                                  The End

Reviews

[patricia]

nice ending Sri. i presume this was the find from the other story.. i did eventually go back to chapter one, and sort a lot of things out. seemed like a touch of krishna christian going on here, thanks for all the great chapters, i look forward to reading them again, and exploring the treasures they hold.