At that time, I was a thirty-five-year-old young man who knew nothing about the supernatural world I believe that science has known everything.. I was naive, of course
I traveled to Britain to attend a hematology conference attended by elite professors of this science from all over the world, but as is known - the lectures are not that interesting, and that day I spent four of the darkest hours of my life listening to a lot of talk about leukemia, Mediterranean anemia and more.
The sitting doctors had become afflicted with the kind of boredom, unhappiness, and intellectual stagnation that I prefer to call conference stupor. They had all lost feeling in their backs and limbs. Their buttocks became part of the seats, and some of them began to spend time talking in whispers while placing their hands over their mouths like schoolchildren.
- Thanks
For a moment, these miserable people could not believe their ears, but the man had already finished his long lectures, and then sighs of gratitude rose, and they began to applaud him.
Thankful !!
The lecturer was a handsome old man named Richard Cummings. I met him in Egypt more than once and was greatly impressed by him. He was tall, majestic, and nervous. He was in love with history and art, and he loved the history of the Pharaohs. This was the point of our meeting. After the lecture, I met him, and he was immediately happy and friendly Happiness appeared on his face, and he even shook my hand (which is something unusual for the English). Then he asked me what I thought of the lecture, and I politely lied to him, saying that it was wonderful. He invited me to his country house in Yorkshire: because - as he said - I am a civilized and very sincere person and very devoted to science. That is why - as strict English traditions taught me - I found myself passing the entrance to the garden of the beautiful English house at exactly seven in the evening, and the moon was casting a soft, calm light on the branches of ivy hanging over the sloping roof of the house, and in the garden I was smelling unfamiliar scents of unearthed flowers. She knew her name, and inside the house was elegant and simple, the home of a devout Catholic family... and in the living room there was a large collection of ancient crosses, and a large painting of the Last Supper. His middle-aged wife was polite and gentle, while his daughter, Catherine, was a teenager but more sensible than her years.
I realized how religious they were when they recited the table prayer before dinner, and then I felt ashamed of myself because I had forgotten to say the basmalah on the food before I started eating. I muttered that "In the name of God" is the beginning and the end, and I began to fill my stomach with the beautiful-looking, hideous-tasting varieties for which English cuisine is known. In all of Europe.
After dinner - in the comfortable living room - Dr. Richard sat down by the fireplace, smoking his pipe and sipping coffee happily. It seemed to both of us that life would never be more wonderful than it is now. Dr. said. Richard: How does it feel to be a descendant
These pharaohs are geniuses?
I smiled and did not know what to respond, so I murmured: "With remorse."
And I regret that I did not preserve their civilization and everything they discovered. Sometimes it seems to me that there is nothing left to discover after all.
What has been discovered so far.
I think that the time of revelations has passed and a new era has begun
(Development) And here begins the role of a man of science like me who believes in the science of the supernatural and believes that every myth has an origin unless he tries.
The ancients stop at it, and thus we open new doors
He looked around the empty room... Then he whispered: - Take with you the legend of Count Dracula... No one tried to meditate on it... They were researching electricity, electromagnetic waves, nuclear fission, and antibiotics, but they never stopped at this myth. Here comes the role of a man of science like me who believes that this myth did not come out of nowhere and stops for a moment..
There is many suspicious historical evidence... Blood, this mysterious red liquid, is a symbol of both life and death... Take the rituals of drinking blood in India... the mummies with fangs that they found in China, the banquets of the Spartans in which they drank blood mixed with vinegar and spices, the blood of the sea turtle which they drank to treat rheumatism in Jamaica... and the magic books of the Middle Ages, all of which talk about
The expulsion of vampires is a given
And here we begin - with intellectual flexibility - to assert that at one time, somewhere, there existed nightmarish creatures that lived on blood, like Dracula.