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Space Rocker: The Novel

by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Novel's
NAVIGATION

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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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He grinned broadly and called Rocker brother. Rocker’s brain was doing the calculation, if Rocker’s great grandmother was this lost La Paloma; he was also a great grandson of the Royal Blood Line of The Light Walkers. Pajaro did not hesitate, and stepped up to Rocker and gave him a strong embrace. “You are my brother, my Uncle, Chief Little Feather says, and I am glad to find you. Welcome home! I will teach you our ways, especially with the girls. I am a firm believer in keeping the blood line going at all costs. It is a great personal sacrifice, but I have managed to sew a few seeds.” Pajaro grinned broadly.

“I am sorry I missed you earlier today. I was trapping wild pigs for the banquet. There will be a ‘pajanga’ in your honor in three days at The Sacred Caves. We have already selected the young goat, the chiva, for the buried pit smoking in cactus leaf. It is a great honor for our family to slaughter a prize goat for you as a newly found relative. It will last all day. We will play football, drink cactus juice, and eat huarache, sing, and dance. And if you are lucky, you might sample our local specialties of the two breasted kind and I don’t mean chicken.” He laughed heartily.

“Thank you, Pajaro! I am honored your family would honor me with a celebration. Rocker slipped into the pool and looked at the sky again. “Pajaro, what do you think? What is out there among all those lights?” “There are great cities, magnificent countries and federations, peoples of many kinds.” He paused and looked Rocker in the eyes. “Sort of like downtown New York is how I view the cosmos,” Pajaro finished his answer and dove backwards away from Rocker with a quick back stroke across the pond.

Rocker thought about the Prince’s answer as he did a forward lunge, then dive and somersault in the crystal clear water. James Duncan, or Jimmy, as Rocker had been called as a child, learned to water ski at age six. In his teenage years Rocker won numerous swimming awards. He felt at home in the water.

In the three days since the accident, Rocker’s wounds had already closed and were almost healed. With garlic and vinegar, Rocker routinely could heal almost any cut in two or three days. Obviously, the Chapeck Anneal knew this method of healing, and had used it. Swimming did not bother his wounds in any way and he felt greatly refreshed as he thought about the stars and Pajaro’s answer. Where did these native jungle people, learn to talk so clearly in modern Spanish, and where did they learn of New York, he wondered.

“Do you like my cousin, La Cenisa?” Pajaro spoke amidst the playful splashing he had just begun. Rocker cupped his hand and swept it through the water, causing a splash to drench Pajaro. “I just met her. She is the Queen of your people. It is not proper to speak so casually of your, Queen.”

“She is my cousin. She is not just my Queen but a close friend and relative. As I said, do you like her?” “La Cenisa is beautiful! I am in awe of her.” Rocker blurted out. “I know she is beautiful. The women in our family tend to have good looks. The men aren’t so ugly either.” He swept a big splash of water back at Rocker, lifted his arms, flexing his muscles, and stuck his chest forward proudly.

“No uglier than a coyote!” Rocker joked in response. Strangely, he felt as if he and Pajaro had been friends forever. “Nah, I’m just kidding, you are good looking. Everyone in your family is very handsome. Hey, and maybe, I’m related so I must be good looking too.”

“No uglier than the wild pig I caught today!” Pajaro said. At this, both Rocker and El Pajaro broke into loud laughter and splashed each other repeatedly. After a few minutes of attempting to drown each other, they left the pool. As they dried off, and then dressed, Pajaro continued the conversation about La Cenisa.

“You never answered, do you like her? Are you attracted to her?”

“What do you think? She makes my blood hot.”

“I knew it! Every man reacts to her that way. But none are worthy. Only the One Who Comes will be worthy to become her mate.”

“The One Who Comes?” repeated Rocker. “Who is that?”

“He is a great hero from our legends. He appears when the Tribe is in its greatest peril.” “Yes, about your tribe? Pajaro, where does it come from? How long have your people lived here?

“My Uncle wishes to see you in the morning. The thousand questions you want to ask of me, you may ask of him. I won’t spoil any of the surprises and if we start talking at length, we will never get any sleep. It is late, and you are not fully healed. Let’s get you back to your hut. I believe the guard has been lifted and you may sleep alone tonight.”

“What do you mean ‘the guard’?”

“Pedrita. She has been in your hut for three nights, tending to your health. She is also guarding you. As in protecting. Cenisa let her know that if any thing happens to you, even a spider’s bite, she would hold her responsible.”

Rocker liked the idea that Cenisa was concerned for his well being. Even if her concern applied to all equally, he still felt warm and special at the thought.

“I’m glad you told me this. It makes me feel good. And I’m glad I met you tonight by chance, instead of formally tomorrow. Thank you for treating me as family.”

“I can only treat you as you are, and that is family.”

They had reached Rocker’s hut. Pajaro lifted the skin flap.

“Ah, as I thought. You have been let off the leash for the night. Pedra is not here.”

“No she is here.” La Pedrita said as she appeared quietly at his side from the dark beside the hut.

“Only the setting of the moon allowed you enough darkness to catch me off guard, Pedra.” Pajaro leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Spear in hand as usual, Pedra managed to give him a familiar and fond embrace.

“Cenisa feels he should be watched one more night. The worst fevers come four days after the wound, as you should know.”

“This boy is healthy as a horse. Go make war plans or something, I will watch our guest.”

Pedra smiled. “If you wish to help with my duties, I will accept. I’m just jealous that Rocker slept through all of my watches, and now that he is good company, you get to be here. But I do have other responsibilities. An incursion in the Southern territory occurred last night and I need to go. I’ll tell Cenisa you will be nursemaid and hand servant to our Lord Rocker.”

“Am I a prisoner? Am I being held and guarded? I can sleep just fine on my own, no offense intended.”

Both Pedrita and Pajaro smiled. Pedra reached out and placed her hand gently on Rockers upper forearm.

 

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

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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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