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some scholars,” using his fingers to make quotation marks around the word scholars, “have stated everything they could to discount these geoglyphs as being associated with outer intelligent life. From stating the formations were tributes to nature, to gods of rain and mountains; to claiming they are part of the Nazca people’s religious symbology for an ‘exploded planet’ cult. A professor from the University of Kentucky even took a team up there to,” again using his quotation fingers again, “recreate some of the shapes for National Geographic to prove that anybody could make these lines. Well, isn’t that original!?” The audience chuckled amusingly. “National Geographic was so impressed that it said the recreated images were ‘remarkable in their exactness!’” He looked around as he smiled sarcastically. “You know when I sing Frank Sinatra in the karaoke club, I too, am told that my singing is ‘remarkable in its exactness!’” The audience belched laughter.

      “Pardon my French when I say, who really gives a shit if you can copy something that’s over 1,300 years old?” His face turned cold. “These lines can be seen from satellites; they can be seen from space. Recreating them means nothing; why they created them and for whom, is the question! Of course, aliens themselves didn’t create them, humans did! The pre-Nazca people did; but why? Well, how about this? To say, ‘We see you! We’ve heard of you! We want you to come back!’

      “And the more these so-called scholars argue that such enigmas are nothing more than art forms, religious artifacts, cults or temples to their Pharaohs or gods, the more I’ll argue that these same scholars are afraid of things they don’t want to bring themselves to face!”

      Terlaje’s face etched anger at the temerity of such an group whom he should have considered intellectual colleagues. Instead, he called them deniers, cowards and hypocrites. The audience remained silent as they watched his passion spew from his mouth and his heart. They dared not interrupt him now.

      “That technology exists outside this wonderful planet and people throughout time have tasted it! The more critics and scholars discredit this, the more I’ll laugh at their notions that the human race is the only race in the universe. And even more so, I’ll spit in the face of Old Testament evangelical scientists who STILL believe the Earth is just 6,000 years old! The fact that these wondrous edifices in Egypt, Mexico, Machu Picchu, Baalbek in Lebanon, Easter Island, Great Britain, Nazca, Thailand and elsewhere, were constructed at a time when the local populace couldn’t possibly know what they were doing, or had the tools to do them, should tell them something real and special.” Terlaje paced around the room, his eyes sharp yet full of annoyance.

      “But Dr. Terlaje,” he mimicked a humorous, geeky voice. “there are 67 pyramids in Egypt and they don’t have astrological significance!” The crowd laughed. “Yes, there are 67 pyramids in Egypt, but other than the three at Giza, the rest all suck! Cheap imitations of those three. I’m of the group that believe that the three were built 10,500 years ago by an alien technology who showed them how to use the technology of superconductivity and levitation. They showed them how to quarry stones so perfectly and how to move them, align them, and place them, so that they would be markers seen from space. The other 64 pyramids were imitations of the perfect three, and you can see the results of their shoddy human work without the real technicians and their tools present.

      “But, but, but Dr. Terlaje!” he mimicked the voice again to the crowd’s delight. “Carbon dating says that the three were built at the time of Pharaoh Khufu between 2500 and 2566 BC!” He snickered with contempt. “Carbon dating is good, but it’s only an estimation and can be manipulated based on surrounding excavations. If Khufu did, in fact, commission to have the great pyramid built in his honor, don’t you think he would have dedicated an entire chamber within the pyramid to illustrate it all? You don’t think these guys didn’t have egos the size of the Nile!? With all the artists and hieroglyph painters decorating the living hell out of tombs and temples at Luxor, Alexandra and Karnack, wouldn’t he have done the same upon the greatest structure ever to stand on the Earth?” The audience reveled in Terlaje’s impassioned thunder, clapping their hands and cheering when he hit his points.

      “But he didn’t! Not a single painting, fresco, etching, or hieroglyph is there. There’s not one wall that is painted in honor of him; not one plaque to say officially that ‘I, King Khufu, commissioned this edifice under the eyes of Osiris or Ra or Darth Vader, and dedicate it to the gods that I may be eternally virile, bla la bla!’” He didn’t wait for the laughter. He was not done.

      “NO! There’s nothing! Do you know why? Because he didn’t do it! It was already there! He planted his flag and his name to claim them because they were on his land. Archeologists came around and found that he was ruling at that time, saw the pottery, dated the other buildings, read the writings of recorders expected and paid to write what the pharaoh wanted, and said, ‘This fits just perfectly in our carbon dating theory! And the people have called it the Pyramid of Khufu for thousands of years, it must be his!’” The audience roared again, but Terlaje lowered his voice and raised his index finger.

      “The three pyramids are so perfect in their structure, in their symmetry, in their celestial alignments; too perfect for a people who couldn’t even design shoes, much less the tools needed to build such megaliths. If you divide the perimeter of the great pyramid by two times the height, you get the equivalent of Pi, exact up to 15 digits. It took until the sixth century for Pi to be calculated just to the fourth digit! Yet, there are no mathematical records or hieroglyphs showing that Egyptian architects knew of Pi.” He scanned the room.

      “How could that be? The great pyramid is lined up almost exactly with magnetic North Pole. How could the ancient Egyptians have done this without a compass? How did they know about the poles at all?” Terlaje’s face was now chiseled in stony repudiation. There was no doubt of his skepticism; and no hint of acquiescence. He refuted hundreds of these notions and theories in his books, and he stood to defy them there.

      “There are other mind-bending facts about their architecture that you can Google yourself; the point is, whenever they were built, the pharaohs couldn’t recreate them again in their geometric or trigonometric perfection. Successive pyramids were poorly built, and are now in decay or crumbled. That doesn’t seem right when you think of evolutionary progression, does it? Should not the architects want to make better pyramids? Or, at least make them look just as epic as the three of Giza?” He shook his head.

      “No. Because they couldn’t. They didn’t know how. The Egyptians were proud and meticulous record keepers throughout history, yet there are no definitive records of the pyramids being built. How do you leave that out of history? You’d think that if great architects created blue prints for them, those prints would be guarded for eternity somewhere, in a chamber, recorded on tablets, or passed down through generations of architects.

      “Clearly, there should have been mention of the man or men who drew the plans. The pharaoh would have been proud of this man! Educated, trained in all the ancient and modern technologies. Pampered, and favored politically within the pharaoh’s inner circles. Given everything he needed to relax and generate his creative powers. He would have had his own chambers, and dined with the royal family. But where is this guy? We don’t have a single name to give credit for these magnificent monoliths except for Khufu, and even he didn’t boast about them. The pharaohs had massive egos, and what better place to have his army of glyph artists and historians immortalize him than within the halls of the pyramids themselves? In those huge chambers where, as we know, are completely bare of art, glyphs and writing.”

      He raised a challenging eyebrow to the crowd.

      “And why? Because there wasn’t any one Egyptian architect. The Egyptians of that period didn’t build them.” He sighed with regret. “They were built thousands of years before. These facts are written off; these scholars dare not look into space for answers but try to discredit, simplify and recreate them to prove that it’s all quite reasonable that they are nothing more than dedications to deities and tributes to human kings.” He raised his head and arms to the ceiling with theatrical effect.

      “THANK THE GODS FOR THE HUMAN RACE!” The crowd ate up the dramatic sarcasm and applauded.

      “THANK THE GODS FOR SCHOLARS! Because

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