Bridges of Flight Before the American Revolution: Flight Series, #5

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BRIDGES OF FLIGHT BEFORE THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION

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Cover art illustrations by Kim Kacoroski, Phillipe Velasquez, and Masha Tatarintsev

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ISBN: 978-1-947036-09-3 (Paperback)

Version 2017.27.03

Book Five of Flight Series

and Book Six of Camelon Series

Bridges of Flight before the

American Revolution

Other Books in the Flight Series

Flight from Oblivion I

Eagle’s Flight in the American Revolution II

Flight of the Ascendants in the American Revolution III

Choices from the American Revolution IV

Testimony V

Books in the Oblivion Series

Escape from Oblivion I

Beyond Oblivion II

Oblivion’s Edge IV

Oblivion’s Deal V

Flight from Oblivion VI

Books in the Camelon Series

The Promise of Camelon I

The Dragons of Camelon II

History of the World According to the Druids III

New Beginnings IV

The Kingdom of the Golden Tara V

Testimony VI

Chapter One

MOONSHINE

You came to me in a dream

Through a wispy autumn mist

And I followed you in the waving

Branches of a willow

There among the leaves we played

Under the cover of your intoxicating breath

Until the dawn changed into its early yellow

And in the morning’s final hour

Armed with the embrace I craved

I awoke as you handed me a flower

Moonshine © Kim Kacoroski 1997

525 AD

IN A FIERY flash of lightning, a white-bearded horseman stormed into the quiet village of Garten, Ireland. Wearing a headdress of colored feathers, he quickly dismounted from his black stallion and opened his arms wide, greeting the crowd gathered around him. Quickly pulling a harp from his brilliant red bag, he plucked a few bold notes and sang to the townsfolk.

It’s Gemman the bard, Columba’s mother mention in a low voice as she pushed him forward. Get closer and sit beside your friends. You must hear what he has to say.

Awestruck by the dazzling display of ornaments and tapestries, the three-year-old boy hurried to join his companions in the front row. An older boy named Finnian reached for him and secured Columba in his lap. In a paternal manner, Finnian protected the young lad from horses’ hooves and the roughhousing of larger playmates.

Gemman is only three hundred and thirty-six years old, Finnian whispered to Columba. Nodding at the steed in the distance, he added, Look, he brought a white Caspian horse from Persia.

Gemman put his harp aside and rolled out a carpet. Gingerly, he stepped onto the rug, which hovered a few inches above the ground. Making himself comfortable, Gemman relaxed as he sat down in the middle. The carpet rose another three feet higher in the air. Someone from the group handed Gemman a steaming cup of mead. The white-bearded man quieted and savored the beverage. He glanced at his horse standing nearby in a patch of grass. The Caspian mare flared her nostrils at the scented brew and snorted in discontent.

Gemman took Arcas on a magic carpet ride, another boy commented to Finnian in a hushed voice.

Without responding, Columba recalled the story about how Arcas had pulled the sword from the stone and became leader of the varied population in northwestern Europe. After thwarting the alien agenda to conquer the planet, Arcas died while defending the Castle Marlboro from Roman clergy. The carpet ride served to bridge the celestial realm with the earth-bound engagements.

Arcas’s granddaughter married an Irish chieftain, the cousin of Columba’s mother. Free from the Roman legions, the granddaughter ran operations at the Hill of Tara, an outpost in Ireland. People called the granddaughter, Tinka. She worked with Lady Casper, the mother of Arcas’s father. For seven hundred years, Lady Casper continued the mission of the Goblecki-Tepe civilization at a smaller site along the Caspian Sea, Tepe Giyan. Stewards cared for the Caspian horses under the guidance of Lady Casper. Having successfully survived the demise of Gondwanaland, the horses kept the spirit of the planet alive as Roman legions ravaged the terrain with their chariots.

Tepe Giyan served as an extension of the Iron Mountain network, which existed long before Eden or Atlantis. A group of intergalactic hostages attained freedom by using their talents to create the MidEarth. home of the spirits emerging as caretakers for the planet. After Lilith poisoned the Gondwanaland civilization, a legion from Iron Mountain took a cutting from the Tree of Life. They immigrated to another landmass and propagated the offshoot in present-day North Korea. After the destruction of planet Mu, the refugees formed another civilization called Lemuria. Working with a collection of nature devas, the Lemurians salvaged the Eden prototypes. They developed strains resistant to Serpentine poisoning or infiltration, which could guide human evolution. After the Titan Atlas founded Atlantis, some inhabitants with the Gaud DNA formed powerful connections with those who had destroyed Planet Mu. They captured and enslaved Lemurians to build energetic vortexes and produce the pyramid civilizations. Celestials landed on the planet to support the human family. Metatron, an ascended group of humans, obtained the designs of a powerful intergalactic fortress from the god, Mercury. Metatron’s group connected with the rebellion instigated by a wife of Rameses II. The group gave them a translation of Metatron’s Cube in the shape of a icosahedron. The natives fashioned green-emerald balls in this shape for their peace of mind. The shift in mental attitude proved successful as they freed their souls and overthrew their oppressors.

The mare from Tepe Giyan deliberately walked away from the group unattended and grazed in the distant meadow. A surviving female spirit from the ancient civilization of Gondwanaland, the Caspian horse stunned onlookers with her divine beauty. With the music ringing in his ears, Columba watched the animal move gracefully past the throng. Gemman smiled at his audience, mesmerized by his treasure. He sang of a timeless place known as Iona, an island in the Scottish Hebrides. Like a thousand twinkling bells, the bright melody filled the air with complexities that stretched the consciousness of the listeners. Gemman’s lyrics continued for hours and told the story of how Egyptian priests consecrated Iona in 2400 BC. After defeating the Lord of the Rings, the MidEarth sought to restore the planet. The rings referred to the sheets of ice encircling the globe. The devastation wrought by the intergalactic wars created these rings. The oceans splashed so high into the atmosphere that the water froze.

You must go to Iona, he said in a lullaby to Columba. Looking directly at the small boy, Gemman emphasized his request with a twinkle in his eye. Dazed by the spectacle, Columba nodded his response before dozing off. His mother came and carried him away. After tucking him in his bed, she left him as he slept.

Columba dreamed of the royal necropolis in ancient Egypt. Called the District of the Poker Tree, the inhabitants gambled with the Tree of Life or Kabhala. Druid priests stole offshoots and planted them throughout present-day Europe. Eventually, the priest’s common ash became known as Fraxinus excelsior by the stray Roman legions heralding its life-giving properties. Roman clergy members sought to reverse its effect by burning the tree and anointing natives with the adage, ashes to ashes; dust to dust. The natives saw through the ruse, choosing the philosophy to avoid death. They escaped by peering through the holes in thought, and referred to the imposed ceremonies as holy.

In his dream, several priests with ankh crowns stood around a small tree. One shoveled while the others watched for intruders. Freeing the ash tree from the sandy loam, they raced out of the Egyptian compound before the guards woke from their induced slumber. The man with the shovel hid the tree in the folds of his brown robe, which kept him warm in the cold desert night. Another priest took the shovel and tossed it to an Egyptian Queen, the wife of