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Space Rocker: The Novel

by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Novel's
NAVIGATION

----------------Chapter 1

1  2  3  4  5  6

7  8  9  10  11

Chapter 2

12 13 14 15 16

17 18 19 20 21

Chapter 3

22 23 24 25 26

18 19 20 21 22

Chapter 4

22  22  23  24  25

26  27  28  29  30

31 32

Chapter 3

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“My Lord, this is a typical family group. Most huts are built and maintained by two men, who each have two wives. It creates an interesting social environment, I am sure you can perceive.”

Rocker and Pedra had arrived at their destination. They were by a bubbling stream that formed a deep pool just a few yards down stream. She showed him where to go in the woods to relieve himself, and which leaves not to use for cleaning himself. He felt this to be rather primitive, but had actually done the same on family camping trips as a child.

Finding the arrangements and accommodations just fine, Rocker finished his business and returned to the pool in the stream. He quickly removed his garments and bandages, and leaped into the clear blue water. La Pedra stood at the side of the stream, spear firmly planted at her side as always. She watched Rocker splash and play in the water. Her thoughts were kind. She felt this was a good man. He was comfortable with her tribe, and seemed to naturally fit in to their routines. Perhaps Little Feather was right, and this Space Rocker was related by blood through her great grandmother’s sister. He certainly had a familiar sense about him.

Pedra had given Rocker a smashed, pulpy root and explained this would cleanse and soften his skin. She advised him to go easy near any deep cuts or scratches. Preparing to leave the water, Rocker placed his hand on a large rock at the side of the pool. He smiled as he felt the cloth La Pedra had laid by his clothes. She was very good at seeing to his comfort he thought as he wrapped the woven towel around his waist. Bodyguard, hand maiden, cook, and nurse: Pedra was the all around companion. He smiled at her as he finished dressing, and she smiled back as he handed her the towel.

“Are you ready to meet my Lady?” Pedra asked.

Rocker nodded his head and with a sweep of his arm said “Lead on.”

-CHAPTER 2-

-La Cenisa, Queen of the Amazon-

They walked through the village until they reached a large hut. More securely constructed than most, its walls were entirely closed on all four sides, unlike most other huts that kept one or more sides open. Two warriors sat in front, one on each side of the entrance. With an indication that Rocker should wait, La Pedra pulled back the flap and entered the hut. In just a brief moment she pulled the flap back again, from the inside, and gestured for Rocker to enter.

As he ducked his head and entered the hut, Rocker had no idea that the next few steps were going to change his life forever, and forever for him was going to be a very long, long time. La Pedra brushed gently against him as she left the tent. As a warrior her move had to be deliberate, thought Rocker and then he was struck silent as he looked in La Cenisa’s eyes.

When he came to his senses after a few seconds, Rocker’s first impression of La Cenisa, Queen of the Chapeck Anneal was elegant serenity. For years to come, he would claim he was bewitched by that first look on her face, and unable and unwilling to break the spell.

“Sit down, Professor Duncan, or should I call you Space Rocker, as many of your documents and papers indicated?” Her voice was soft, yet firm and knowing. She knew a lot actually. Fluent in several languages, she had read everything that was recovered from the wrecked airplane. Business cards, passports, band posters, journals: it had been very informative.

“Please call me Rocker, just Rocker, my Lady.”

“And you may call me Cenisa. Sit down, please.” This time she indicated a colorful mat a few feet away from were she was sitting on a similar, but more luxurious mat. As he settled himself on the mat, he assessed the Queen, or Cenisa, as she had told him to call her. She was neither adorned in the richly elaborate robes of her father, nor in the warriors or rulers dress. She was wearing white leather all over, with dark accent bands of the native colors, red, blue and yellow. The top was a halter style with a thick rolled hem that crossed just above Cenisa’s breasts, and settled low on her shoulders. It was made of soft white chamois. The same dark multi colored accent strap held the halter up on each side. Across the top of the halter was white leather fringe hanging down for about 3 inches in one fourth inch strips. The top came low over a white leather skirt that hung below the Queen’s knees. Unlike most of the natives, very little of Cenisa’s figure or skin was showing. Somehow this seemed very erotic to Rocker.

They locked eyes and did not speak for a moment. Rocker saw that her long black hair hung down each side of her chest. Inside, next to her face were two thin long braids. She wore a white leather headband, which was simply accented with hematite. A single black and white feather protruded upright from the back of the headband. Around Cenisa’s neck was a dark leather necklace with an ornate gold medallion. It appeared to be the calendar these natives used. Rocker was intrigued. The medallion lay on red leather fringe with shells and stones dangling down from it.

“Are you feeling better? For the first day I was not sure you would make it.” Cenisa said.

Rocker interrupted, “First day? What do you mean first day? I have only been here one day.”

La Cenisa smiled. “Three days, Rocker. It has been three days now. You were unconscious and feverish for nearly two full days.”

No wonder he was so hungry when he woke up today thought Rocker. “I apologize Cenisa, I did not realize I had slept that long. Yes, I feel fine. La Pedra did an excellent job of binding my wounds.”

“I cleaned and bound your wounds, Rocker, not Pedra. I am a healer among my people. I left Pedra to watch over you after I was through.”

Rocker blushed. The thought of La Cenisa cleaning and binding all his injuries embarrassed him. Pedra seemed like a sister so it had not affected him like this. With Cenisa it was different. He had an attraction to her.

“You are embarrassed I saw you naked?” she spoke suddenly.

“Yes, I am. I do not know why,” Rocker answered. He was uncomfortable that she seemed to read his thoughts.

“Not to worry, my friend. I make no judgments when I am healing. We will have to bathe together if you want my opinion of you as a man.”

Rocker was at a loss for words and felt it best to steer away from this area of conversation. “Your healing worked well. I feel whole and fully functional.” Rocker’s mind slipped back to the image of bathing with Cenisa as he thanked God no severe injuries had occurred and he was fully functional, sexually.

“So you do want to know what I think of you physically.” Cenisa was picking up on Rocker’s thoughts again. He was Space Rocker and he was equal to this. He concentrated on Cenisa and tried to see her thoughts. He had an image of the pond he had bathed in. He could see himself swimming.

“You saw me bathing, and still got back here before us?” Rocker asked directly.

Cenisa blushed. “I knew you had the sight when I first saw you, the night of your accident. You were passing out next to the fire, probably from shock and loss of blood. I had my father stop the dance so I could help take care of your injuries. I found that you had more injuries than met the eye. During your fever you talked a lot. I am sorry your heart is broken. You love her deeply.”

Rocker had opened up a conduit between them, and now he had to go with the flow. “Oh. I talked that much. Well, we all get our false hopes sometimes. She was wonderful, but in my world, people move on a lot. There is no permanence in most relationships. I hope I did not sound weak. Do you have a mate?”

“No, I have no mate. You are not weak. Love makes you strong inside, like a tall tree with deep roots. You never have to break, just bend a little.” Cenisa reached for a parchment that lay on a small table next to her chair. “I am going to read to you, Rocker. This is our Real Word. It is our most ancient histories and beliefs. It is like your Bible. My tribe has been here longer than you imagine, along with others that you have never known anything about.”

Rocker had to interrupt, “You know about the Christian Bible?” he asked incredulously.

“I know this will be hard to believe. Rocker, my people helped write the Christian Bible. Our book, The Real Word is 30,000 years old. It predates the Bible by 10 to 20 thousand years. I speak six languages, and I am close in my education level to what you are. Actually my IQ is 142 on your modern tests. You know you can study anything by extension these days. I would guess you are about 130 on your own IQ.” She smiled broadly at the shocked look on Rocker’s face. His IQ was actually 132. Cenisa continued “Now let me read to you…

-La Palabra Real dl Chapeck Annal-

In the days when the land rose and fell, and there was a great fire in the sky, Those Below chose to stay separate and not mingle with the men of Earth. They were displeased at the nature of the human creature and the constant warring and conflict of his species. Those Below kept faith with only one people, and they were named the Chapeck Anneal.

Great knowledge was given to the Chapeck Anneal, and great power. Those Below taught the Chiefs of the tribe to Light Walk among the stars. Many gifts, and weapons, and contrivances were given unto the people so that they could forever remain the Guardians of Light, The Light Walkers.”

Cenisa laid the parchment to the side. “We are a special people, Rocker. We have a special responsibility. My father asked me to read you this, and he wants you to stay. For weeks, maybe months he wishes to tell you of our history and teach you our ways. He says you have our blood in you.”

The sudden intensity of La Cenisa took Rocker by surprise.

“What do you mean your blood is in me? My great grandmother was from Peru. Is that what he means?” Rocker asked.

“More than that, your great grand mother was from our tribe.” Cenisa answered.

“Impossible! How could he know this?”

Cenisa continued, “My father says your great grandmother was his grandmother’s sister. He suspected as much after he talked with you this morning and then he went to seek the answers. One thing my family is good at is history, and believe me, if my father says you are related, you are.”

Rocker knew immediately he would stay and he would do as the Chief wished. “I’ve got to get word to my people back at camp and at the Science Center that I am ok. Word that I survived the crash. They will be starting a huge search that will bring them here eventually.” For now, Rocker had to respect the importance of privacy and secrecy to the Chapeck Anneal. He did not want their tribe exposed because of his plane crash.

 

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Space Rocker: The Novel
by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 

NOVEL
NAVIGATION

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Chapter 1

2-3 - 4-5 - 6-7

8-9 - 10

11 - 12 - 13 - 14

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

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-CHAPTER 1-
-Little Feather: The Light Walker-


“Before Time there was the Island of Light. The Light Walker made Night so he could sleep and Time was born.”

-The Golden Parchment of the Chapeck Aneal-
31,000 Years Before Current Er
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       The sound of the airplane engine was strangely out of harmony with the natural symphony coming from the birds, animals and insects of the Peruvian Amazon. The lazy waters below the plane were slowly meandering through the lush green jungle of the river basin. It would be miles and miles before this tributary merged with the waters of the Amazon proper. There it would join with one fifth of the world’s fresh water to form a 3000 mile stretch of tropical diversity.
       Rocker banked the small aircraft and blinked as the sun reflected off the slow moving water. His hands firmly gripped the steering column, and his feet kept a smooth flow of pressure on, and off, the pedals. He was feeling the excited euphoria of flying alone. Just “You, God and the Machine” he used to say in flight training.
       Rocker’s current archeological survey specifically covered the Peruvian Amazon, an area of the famous jungle confined within the territory of Peru; from just east of the Andes to the border of Ecuador. Blue skies, fluffy white clouds and a brilliantly colored sunset provided the right background for his short flight. A strong sense of spirituality swept over him, a sort of tingle or shiver up and down his spine. The feeling seemed to pass and he shook his head slightly, as if to clear it.
       Since arriving in Lima two weeks earlier, Rocker had been amazed at the biological diversity of the region. Bright colors of fur, feather, hide, skin and leaf assaulted his senses on every outing.
Animals, birds, fish, plants, reptiles, insects and all of living creation seemed to be amplified in color, shape and sounds 10 to twenty fold compared to expeditions in other areas of the Earth.
       Professor James Duncan, Rocker was just his stage name from playing in a band, continued to work on his book about the statistically anomalous biological variation found in this part of the Amazon, or why there is such a variety of color and design in all the living things here. Genetic diversity in this area was actually the greatest on the planet.
Anthropology and archeology were no longer Professor Duncan’s central academic pursuits. Now they were his hobby. Three and one half years earlier he had changed to the Physics Department. His three theoretical letters regarding Para psychological energy sources (Thought = Energy = Mass Accelerated to the Speed of Light Squared), Laser Light Writing with the beam and particle nature of Light, and the Plasma Barrier Force Field designed to create a Cosmic Egg had garnered much attention. The only way he could get his life back was to change to the Physics department and pursue the theories actively.
Now the celebrity of the ideas was awaiting some practical research success. In the meantime, he was enjoying his special 6 month summer sabbatical. Working in the Social Sciences had always been self development and made him feel as if he were pursuing his personal search for morality.
Rocker felt a sudden impact. The small plane shook violently. Shocked out of his reverie by the surprise jolt, he had no idea what had struck the plane. However, a gaping hole in the fuselage was clearly visible when he scanned the aircraft for the impact point. He thought he saw a wisp of smoke stream from the hole. This was no bird strike. Panic set in.
Rocker knew immediately that that the plane was going down. His thoughts flashed to the other members of his expedition. He was glad to be alone on this flight. At least this way, if he was unable to pull the aircraft through the crisis and the plane crashed, no one else would be hurt.

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