Which brings Hellmantle of
Normandy back to Hong Kong
to re-evaluate the next step
in his quest for truth
Lamma Island, Hong Kong,
After riding out the coup in
the Philippines and listening to the Secretary of State about the plot to
overthrow the President telling his story to a trusted reporter, Hellmantle and
D'Aqs made it back to Hong Kong and immediately organized a dinner with Jack
Grosseteste in Kowloon Tong to discuss their discovery. The get together was
planned for the following weekend so D'Aqs used the time to let his ribs mend
and the cut on his clutch hand to heal, and was thrilled when Catharine called
him. Her interest was sincere and she planned to visit him in Hong Kong. He
could think of nothing else, while Hellmantle ignored his duties at the
magazine and threw himself into Holy Grail research. He was in a fever now and
was now gathering the pertinent information required to crack it all wide open,
so the night before his dinner with his uncle he invited D'Aqs over to compare
Smoke, the waft of stale
beer, heavy diesel fumes and faint body odor mixed with cheap cologne was what
D'Aqs smelled with every breath on the ferry from Hong Kong Island to Lamma
Island. He was on his way to Lamma to visit Hellmantle. It was his first visit
to his place and first time to Lamma Island.
When he arrived D'Aqs could
immediately understand Hellmantle's thinking for living here. To exist among
the noise and pollution of cars, and the endless corridors of concrete was
something Hellmantle didn't want so he had elected to live on Lamma Island: a
small southern island with no streets or vehicles or high-rises, only fifteen
minutes away by water from one of the most expensive cities in the world. It
was an oasis of South Pacific peace, un-infringed upon by oppressive laws and
subtle manifestations of rat-race oppression. It was a satellite expatriate
colony where the enforcement of law was lax. Some called it a hippie colony,
but to D'Aqs it was a rocky island with sandy beaches and small villages and
laidback cafes. Lamma Island was Aldous Huxley's Greenland in a world gone mad.
And it was on Lamma Island where Hellmantle had found his home. It was the only
place where he could live. Poisonous snakes and pancake-size spiders didn't
seem to bother him.
The thick aroma of blooming
Jasmine tweaked his olfactory radar as D'Aqs passed under white nettles that
kicked out the rotting stench of decaying sea life hanging on the shores on his
way to the small village of Pak Kok. Hellmantle lived on a rock cliff
surrounded by bamboo shoots. He was happy to have crossed the choppy waters of
D'Aqs found himself out on
Hellmantle's balcony beside the sea listening to the birds and swatting
beetle-sized mosquitoes. He tried not to judge but he had never seen a messier
apartment. Aspergers manifest. Books scattered, ashtrays overflowing, dust in
the corners, sink with mould, papers all over the place and discarded clothes
everywhere, the balcony was the only spot that was clean. Even the guest room
was a mess. With Hellmantle busy on the telephone, he took the
electric-stringed mosquito racquet from the chair to defend himself against the
mosquitoes. Popular here with the Chinese, it had a strong electric current
running through the metal strings that singed the mosquitoes when you hit them.
He had seen his share of Asian mosquitoes before, but indigenous Lamma Island
mosquitoes were so big they bounced off the charged strings. Instead of swatting
them he scooped them into the racquet face thereby electrocuting the
plump mosquitoes between the wires. At first there was smoke, the singing of a
wing and the initial struggle to get away from the electrocution. But the
racquet had to be manipulated with enough technique to hold the
malaria-carrying insect pinned against the strings moving towards him. First
the wing separated from the body with a spark, then came a burst of smoke when
the wing caught fire, and then a few more sparks rendered the insect severely
wounded, burning but alive, in a burnt-wing crucifixion. After a few snaps of
orange and the smell of smoke, the torso of the deadly mosquito finally
exploded. It wasn't the exploding body that startled him; it was the sound. A
bang was accompanied by a flash and dark slow-rising foul-smelling smoke. The
crispy remnants of the aggressor party disintegrated into momentary confetti.
Only a few dangling bodies stuck on the strings.
It didn't bother him because
he regarded it as self-defence, but the thought he would always carry the
dormant mosquito larvae in his liver that came to life every seven years for
the rest of his life bothered him.
D'Aqs was cleaning the
strings of mosquito debris when Hellmantle finally hung up the telephone.
"There's a woman who wants
to meet up later. Man, is she ever tenaciuous."
that not a good thing?"
"Perhaps in small hits but
she's an Australian steam engine."
"This is a great utensil."
"An effective unit for a few
bucks. Smells like you've taken on the whole army." He saw that D'Aqs was still
sweating from the walk. "Here," he said, wanting the racquet. "Careful not to..."
He pressed the metal strings on D'Aqs' exposed hand, the sweat acting as
conduit for the current.
Incredulous at the assault.
to touch the strings or you'll get a shock." Hellmantle had to walk inside to
expel the bulk of his laughter.
"Let's go for a beer by the
water where it's cool," he said. "But first let me change into some shorts."
After changing they walked twenty minutes along a trail to the cafes in the
main village Yung Shue Wan. The path was dark already because there was
a new moon and therefore no light for them to see the mature spider webs that
hung low off the drooping branches with black spiders the size of a baseball.
As Hellmantle and D'Aqs
sauntered towards Yung Shue Wan, D'Aqs noticed something black
contrasting against the path ahead, a spider hanging from a single web dangling
in the wind from a low-hanging branch. He could see its round web above his
head where it was out of reach, but the spider had ventured down a thread
bundled with its legs above it. He froze in his steps and tried to follow the
movements of the spider. The problem was the wind was blowing it around and he
couldn't find the stabilizing thread in the darkness. The spider shook
violently in the wind so he dragged his body low enough not to disturb it. He
quickly ran a hand through his hair to make sure it hadn't dropped on his head,
and then walked with added spice along the path to the village on the beach.
Hellmantle walked as if there was nothing dangling from any of the thousands of
drooping branches along the trail.
"Why didn't you warn me
about the hand-sized spiders waiting to jump down my neck?" This struck a chord
with Hellmantle. D'Aqs could tell from the cadence of his laughter.
"Don't forget the different
forms of poisonous snakes, especially the bright green Bamboo snake: the most
poisonous snake known to man pound-for-pound." So nonchalant.
The televisions in the cafes
on Lamma Island were a continual football match with each game getting the
attention from its customers as if each match were a final.
"Never make the mistake of
commenting about the competency of a team when not sure of where the supporters
are from," he said to D'Aqs, as they reached his favorite café called "The
Spicy" by the regulars. It was a restaurant that served Indian food and had
a little bar at the back. The bar was separated from the main restaurant with a
foldable divider, and behind the divider was where the regulars sat on stools
around the semi-circle wooden bar. Here was where the expatriates engaged in
conversations with folks from around the world. It was where the real UN
conferences took place.
"Mosquitoes are big enough
to fuck turkeys," a man at the bar said, all business. There were a number of
red marks on his neck and hands.
"Hey Norton," said
Hellmantle. "This is my cousin, D'Aqs." They shook hands but Norton appeared to
be a gruff man of few words. The bar was small and there were a number of
regulars there so Hellmantle suggested they take their beer and sit outside on
the patio at the shore.
"Your beard is coming in.
Should be a fine beard."
time." He thought of Catharine.
have you been doing any reading?"
have to, through my papers and some books in my library since we returned, and
I'm now quite brushed up on things," he said, settling into the chair and
waving at the people he knew as they walked past them. Every forty minutes or
so a fresh wave of people arrived from Hong Kong Island on the ferry. They were
located right at the busiest corner of the walking paths so Hellmantle saw
everyone. "Like what?"
been refreshing on the primary thrust of Jesus' Ministry vis-à-vis
bringing the Lost Tribes back into the fold."
I remember your ideas of His primary thrust: to gather His lost flock who were
the Lost Tribes, and His other primary thrust unite all Twelve of the tribes."
one. So I asked myself: where did His disciples go? And this question yielded
some insights. So I I think I mentioned in that church in Vigan, the Ten Lost
Tribes were taken captive to north of the Black Sea in modern-day Ukraine in
southern Russia. This area that was by the River Don is also known to
historians as Scythia. It was where the Ten Lost Tribes were held captive by
the Assyrians. When they were in captivity they were known as the "White Syrians,"
so there was the Assyrians and the White Syrians. Since the House of Israel had
came from Palestine and what is modern-day southern Syria in old Greek
terminology, they were called White Syrians because they contrasted
against the dark-complexioned Armenians, or modern-day Syrians."
are you getting this information?"
"I need your Bible. You must
have it with you?" He handed Hellmantle his crumpled Bible." Here, In Peter's
first letter, he says: ‘To these people, the lost sheep of the House of Israel,
the strangers among the Assyrians...'[i]
And in Matthew, Jesus says after the Jews have rejected him: ‘I am not sent but
unto the lost sheep of the House of Israel.'[ii]
The House of Israel - rather than the House of Judah - is further shown to be
the target of the twelve disciples after the crucifixion."
"But we are taught that His
message is for all peoples of the world, meaning all the gentiles."
"That's how people read the
New Testament. But His initial thrust was to get His old brehtren back into the
teachings of their forefahters. Again in Matthew it says: ‘These twelve Jesus
sent forth, and commanded them saying: ‘Go not into the way of the Gentiles,
and into any city of the Samaritans enter ye not, but go rather to the lost
sheep of the House of Israel.'[iii]
And in the Book of James, it says: ‘James, a servant of God and of the Lord
Jesus Christ, to the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting.' This
is the first verse. It is not addressed to the Gentiles but rather to all the
Twelve Tribes of Israel." Hellmantle was a rock, unmoveable from D'Aqs's
suggestions and objections, so again D'Aqs leaned back and let him speak.
where did the disciples go?"
about 256AD some of the tribes from Asia Minor from along the shores of the
Black Sea migrated to the Cymbric peninsula - which is Denmark."
"Why then? Why not some
other time during the 800 years they spent in Sycthia?"
"Because of the Persian
invasion in 226AD. The Iranians basically invaded Assyria and pulled rank. And
these peoples who migrated to Denmark were, as Peter wrote in his Epistles, the
so-called "White Syrians" who came from Scythia. Philip was assigned the areas
of Scythia and upper Asia Minor. Scythia was the name of the vast plain north
of the Black and Caspian Seas. It was here that a great colony of Israelites
migrated after the fall of the Persian Empire in 331, many settling in Northern
Europe. It was in the extreme western part of Scythia in a place called Dacia,
which was where the Scots migrated from. And Peter knew about these peoples
becuase it's where his brother Andrew went to do his preaching. Andrew taught
in the Bosporus, and after he left there he took a ship and sailed across the
sea to Sinope, which was north of the Black Sea in Scythia. It was where the
ancestors of the Scots and Anglo-Saxons migrated from, which is why modern
Scottish tradition holds the belief that Andrew taught the Scots."
heard that Andrew brought the gospel to the Scots but I assumed he went to
be honest, so did I until I read this." Hellmantle was interupted by some
motorcyclists who asked him about riding with them on the weekend. Without
committing, he said he would see them Friday night and let them know.
Irishman and a Scot: crazy about their motorbiking. And speaking of the Scots,
have you ever wondered by St. Andrew's cross on the Scottish flag is like an
well. So that's where Andrew went to preach: Scythia. And then Philip-"
Aren't you going to tell me why St. Andrew's cross is in an X shape?"
because he was martyred on a crucifix but it was not the same shape as the one
Jesus' supposedly died on. Andrew's was in the shape of an ‘X.' That's
why the Scottish flag has the white ‘X' against the blue background."
"Andrew was crucified in
believe so. And his brother Peter was crucified upside down in Rome. Said he
wasn't worthy to be killed the same way as Jesus." He stroked his beard.
"There's some irony that the first Pope was crucified upside down like that."
know that about Peter. Sounds in character though, being a humble fisherman."
were another people among the Assyrians known to history as the ‘Parthians,'
which in Hebrew means ‘exile.' This people were also part of the House
of Israel. They remained in captivity until 226AD. They were driven out by the
Persians. The disciple Bartholomew preached in Armenia in Asia Minor, or
so-called modern Turkey today, and Thaddeus taught also in the area Assyria,
Mesopotamia and then Parthia - the ten lost tribes! Matthew also went to
Parthia, and then traveled to Ethiopia. So many disciples went to this Parthian
kingdom that was in fact a loose union of lost tribes of Israel that dwelt in
central Asia, but when the Persians finally drove them out they all went to
where would Parthia be on today's map?"
Iran and modern-day Afghanistan."
about Thomas? Where did he go?"
this is what's interesting about all this: Thomas also taught in Parthia during
his ministry beofre he went east of Persia into northwest India. As the Dutch
Padre said, Thomas preached where the "White Indians" dwelt, or as they Greeks
called them, the Nephthalite Huns. So it was the tribe of Naphthali that
ended up in northern India, and when they were overthrown in the sixth century
they migrated into Scandinavia. So that explains why Jesus would end up in
India. Knowing what it's like to have a twin brother, it makes sense to me."
you believe Thomas was His twin?"
"I think I told you already
that there was a belief, primarily in both Spain and in Ireland, that Jesus had
an identical twin brother. This belief was held for centuries, where it was
accepted teaching that Jesus was a identical twin. This is after His
crucifixion so one can deduce that it was acceptable on the part of Rome up
until the time of the Council of Nicea."
"I was taught that one of the oldest heresies
about Jesus was that he had an identical twin brother," said D'Aqs.
"The point is that the idea
of having a twin brother was a perfectly acceptable belief for centuries,"
Hellmantle continued, trying to get this knowledge off his chest and on the
table for discussion. "Now one is forced to ask: why is there so little
information about Thomas, who also happened to be Jesus' favorite? Did the
Catholic Church purposely remove any and all reference to Thomas as Jesus' twin
brother because it would have complicated the virgin birth story? How could
Jesus have had an identical twin brother? If so, wouldn't there have been two
Messiahs from the virgin birth? And why wasn't he the chosen one too if his
identical twin was? It becomes tricky. But in the theory about Jesus surviving
the cross, they have Jesus going to northern India to be with Thomas, his
identical twin brother. Right? Well that's what this boils down to isn't it?
Did Jesus die on the cross? If not, did he go hang out with his identical twin
brother in the Himalayas?"
"So how does all this affect
us and our quest?"
"Because it explains how he
was able to go to India, where He, according to the Blonde Acquitaine
legend, buried his journals."
Hellmantle finally leaned
back, finished and proud of his sermon, and was attacking his pint with relish
Norton dropped by with more pints."
"Seems like it's my round
"I'll say!" Sweat
stains under Norton's armpits. "Just because this guy is named after a great
motorcycle maker he thinks hes-"
"Better watch yerself
Hellmantle, or I'll have to give you the gental cuff!" A Hellmantle favorite,
he bellowed laughter as another wave of passengers arrived on the island. A
woman pulled up a chair who spoke with a loud Australian accent, carrying a
plastic cup of beer. D'Aqs sat there
irked and rankled, not because of what was said but because he didn't have a chance
to talk about Catharine's call he had had earlier in the evening.
[i] Peter I 1:1
[ii] Matthew: 15:24
[iii] Matthew 10:5-6