MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! THE CHRONICLES OF HORUS â€“ VOLUME I POLICE OFFICER JENNIFER WHITE PART ONE Police officer Jennifer White had been on the force for about four years and had lately been assigned to the streets and alleyways of the inner city. Many of her fellow officers eschewed the inner city as a dirty place with too many difficult societal problems like the street people, poverty, prostitution, drugs and gangs. Jennifer, though, had always felt a somewhat higher calling that required her to help the most disadvantaged of the people in any way that she could. She had earned the respect of many of the people in this area because she treated everyone with dignity and respect. They could see that she really cared about them. Several hours earlier in her shift, Jennifer had been called to one of the main streets in the area where a man had collapsed on the sidewalk. When she arrived on the scene, she found that one of the street people had collapsed and was nearly unconscious. A shopping cart containing his meager belongings was nearby. It was a sight she had seen many times before, except that this time there was a very elegant looking older gentleman down on one knee and attending to the man. All of the spectators standing around the scene thought that the man was drunk. â€œExcuse me, sir,â€ said Jennifer, â€œIâ€™ll have to ask you to stand back please.â€ â€œI donâ€™t believe so,â€ he said, as he looked at her with deep brown penetrating eyes that bespoke the wisdom of many ages, â€œthis man is a diabetic and in insulin shock. He needs medical assistance.â€ â€œHow do you know this, sir,â€ asked Jennifer, â€œare you a doctor?â€ â€œI have knowledge of this matter,â€ he said, as Jennifer came closer, â€œdo you smell the nail polish remover around him, officer? That acetone smell indicates a diabetic problem. If he had been drinking, unlikely at ten oâ€™clock in the morning, then the odor emanating from him would be quite different. Also, his pupils are tiny little pinpricks at this time, much smaller than normal. If he was drunk, they would be dilated and much larger than normal.â€ The paramedics arrived with their ambulance and came to attend to the man who had collapsed. The older gentleman stepped back. Jennifer noticed how articulate and elegant he was, perfectly dressed in an expensive suit and tie, clearly in exceptional physical condition with muscles that appeared almost restrained in the confines of his charcoal gray suit. â€œThankyou for stopping and helping, sir,â€ said Jennifer, â€œnot a lot of people would have done that.â€ â€œPerhaps in another place, another time, another world or another life, officer,â€ he said, â€œthat man would have done the same for one of us. In the words of the great master of science, Albert Einstein, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Even if we do not see that reaction here, it has already taken place somewhere that we may not even be aware of.â€ â€œWell, thankyou again, sir,â€ she said, â€œcould you tell me your name, please.â€ â€œOf course, officer,â€ he replied, as he walked away, â€œyou may call me Horus.â€ Jennifer had never felt like she did in the presence of anyone before. The man had wisdom, charisma and strength such as she had never sensed in her entire twenty five years of life. She thought that he must be very important and highly intelligent from the way that he had spoken in a most articulate and precise manner with an accent that she could not recognize but which somehow seemed familiar to her. On her break, she had spoken of her experience with the stranger she had met with several other officers. When she mentioned the manâ€™s name, Horus, to her fellow officers, one of them, who had an interest in ancient history, seemed to recognize it. As there was no last name, he typed the name Horus into his laptop computer. â€œThere, Jen,â€ he said, â€œas I thought.â€ â€œHorus, one of the most ancient gods of ancient Egypt, who existed even before the pharaohs and the dynasties, and who was revered throughout the history of ancient Egypt, as the sky god and the sun god. He was known as the keeper of secret wisdom. He was the embodiment of wisdom, goodness, truth and purity.â€ â€œThat sound just like him,â€ said Jennifer, â€œbut this is the twenty-first century and not ancient Egypt.â€ â€œIn the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead, there is a quotation that reads â€˜I am Horus, of a million years â€“ I traverse the ages and spaces that are endless.â€™ He was known to appear in many forms, sometimes with the head of a falcon or the features of a lion, but always as a very wise and powerful man.â€ â€œGet real,â€ she said, â€œthis is Los Angeles of today. There are no ancient Egyptian deities here.â€ â€œPerhaps not,â€ said the fellow officer, â€œbut that is the only Horus listed in any of the search engines.â€ â€œOh, and Jen,â€ he said, as she was about to leave, â€œone other thing. He loved to tickle young women for hours and even days at a time, forcing them to intense sexual arousals that could only be alleviated by having sex with him.â€ â€œHaha,â€ she said, â€œI think you made that up. Thereâ€™s nothing like that in there.â€ â€œAs you wish,â€ he said, â€œsee you later.â€ As she drove around the area she was assigned to patrol, she couldnâ€™t get the stranger out of her mind. â€˜I am Horus of a million yearsâ€™, â€˜the embodiment of wisdom, goodness, truth and purityâ€™, â€˜traverse the ages and spaces that are endlessâ€™ and â€˜the keeper of secret wisdomâ€™ kept running through the pretty brunetteâ€™s mind. â€œNo way,â€ she suddenly said out loud, as if there was someone to hear it, â€œheâ€™s a nice older man, thatâ€™s all.â€ Along Wilshire Boulevard, Jennifer noticed a blue light emanating from one of the alleys and thought that she should investigate. She found it funny that she had never noticed that alley before. It was right there in front of her. Nobody else seemed to pay any attention to the alley or the blue light. It was as if nobody even saw it. She turned her patrol car into the alley and drove in toward the blue light. In the midst of the blue light, Jennifer saw the hooded figure of a man seated at the side of the alley. She called in to report that she was stopping and out of the car but there was no response. Thinking that was because of the location between the buildings, she stepped out of the car. â€œHey, you canâ€™t be here,â€ she called, â€œyou canâ€™t stay in this alley.â€ The hooded figure, seated in his robes, didnâ€™t respond. He didnâ€™t even move. It was as though he was in a trance of some sort â€“ as though his mind was somewhere else. Jennifer approached him. She wanted to put her hand on her pistol, ready to draw it out if she needed it, but something stopped her from doing so. For some strange reason, she couldnâ€™t bring herself to reach for her gun. â€œHey, you canâ€™t stay here in this alley!â€ The figure raised its head to look at her. It was the same man she had met earlier in the day, the one who had told her his name was Horus, who had attended to the man who had collapsed with a diabetic condition. The hood that covered his head appeared to be lined with the same very soft blue light that appeared to be all around him and through the alley. â€œJennifer White,â€ he said, â€œI have been expecting you.â€ â€œDo you know me? I didnâ€™t tell you my name this morning.â€ â€œI have known you before, little one, but you can not know that.â€ â€œWho are you?â€ â€œI am Horus Bahn Kor, a traveler from far away.â€ â€œWhat do you want with me?â€ â€œI want to show you things that you could never even imagine, Jennifer White.â€ A feeling of absolute relaxation came over Jennifer, as though she didnâ€™t have a care in the world, as though she was absolutely safe and secure, while she looked into his deep brown penetrating eyes, his face surrounded by the soft blue light in the hood of his robe. He stood up to his full six feet, much taller than her five feet three inches, and reached out his hand to her. â€œCome, child, let us go,â€ he said in the most soothing, hypnotic voice she had ever heard. â€œWhere are we going,â€ she asked softly, straining to get out the words as her will to resist grew weaker and weaker, and she took his hand like a little girl takes the hand of her father. â€œWe are going to a place far away from here, child, a place of great wonder and amazement, a place where you will experience new things and learn much about yourself, a place that will change you forever.â€ â€œHow will we go there,â€ she asked, still capable of forming the thought in spite of the effect his voice and his presence were having on her. â€œWe will follow the light,â€ he told her as they walked hand-in-hand into a circle of blue light that had appeared before them, â€œwe will follow the light.â€ As she heard it over and over again, each time softer and more distant than the last, â€˜we will follow the lightâ€™, Jennifer fell into a relaxing, deep sleep as the soft blue light surrounded them like the water of the sea when you dive below the surface, â€˜we will follow the lightâ€™, â€˜we will follow the lightâ€™. Jennifer started to awaken. Sensing that she was on her back, a position she always found especially uncomfortable for sleeping, Jennifer tried to roll onto her left side. Somehow, though, her arms and legs would not move. Her wrists and ankles felt restrained. She opened her eyes. Remembering the soft blue light around her and the strange man who had been with her, she was surprised to find herself strapped down on a large table in a dark chamber. She was in a face-up position with her wrists and ankles in restraints at its four corners. â€œOh, my God,â€ she exclaimed as she became aware of her predicament, still with all of her clothes and equipment in place but absolutely helpless.