My loyal fans will know how long I’ve been “taunting” them with my sci-fi masterpiece “The Ter’roc” (a novel based on the short story in Ruins of the Mind). Well, it’s finally becoming a reality. I’m in final editing now and we hopefully will be able to set a release date in the upcoming months though that release date will realistically be early 2020.
Those who are just now hearing the name Ter’roc or have heard it before and have no idea what it’s about… here’s your chance to find out.
The Ter’roc is not just another book I’m writing. It’s the book. I have created an entire universe (think Star Wars, Star Trek, that kind of thing) with multiple unique species and cultures that go back billions of years. What really sets this universe apart from all others is the concept that humans were created by this species (Ter’roc) two hundred thousand years ago. It details elements in our history and how our religions, morals, intellect and technical advances came into play through their guidance. It also shows how (in this book) we have never been alone in the universe and we are a mere extension of the Ter’roc. I’ve decided that I am going to have to create a website – sort of a glossary that talks about the history, culture, and details about the Ter’roc. But it won’t come out until the book is released.
For me, it’s been a deeply fascinating and intellectually stimulating story to weave.
So, I’ve decided to take a moment and give you a peek inside the book, even if it is at least a year before you get to see the real thing.
Here’s a brief timeline that I have drawn up of this new universe:
FYI: Gaia is the Ter’roc name for Earth.
Wales, UK, 8304 B.C.E.
Eògan had been working for the past four days on the foundation for his new hut that would soon house his young family. He was pounding on a stone so that it fit just right in the wall. His father, Faolan, was helping him carry stones from the nearby field to the building site and had gone off to retrieve some more. Eògan looked up to where he expected his father to be returning, carrying a few more stones in his make-shift sling. He was surprised to see another man coming toward him that he didn’t recognize. Wiping his hands on the grass, he stood up and walked over to meet the stranger.
“Greetings,” said Eògan.
“Good day. I am Oushahn. I am looking for work.” the man replied, his accent was thick, strange.
Eògan looked around the site, then looked at Oushahn. “Well, I could use some help working on this foundation. Can’t offer much at the moment, except a warm fire and some food.”
“A warm fire and some food would be wonderful.”
The two men and Eògan’s father worked for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Come nightfall the three men were huddled around a fire outside the perimeter of the new fieldstone foundation. Faolan looked at the foundation behind him. “Men, we did good work today.” And he nodded toward them.
“Helping is important,” said Oushahn. “It binds us together, enabling us to become better people and understand one another. It also helps with tasks we might not be able to do alone.”
“I agree,” replied Eògan who looked up from the fire at his newfound help. The man’s eyes were glowing an iridescent blue. Eògan turned around to see if there was a light behind him that might be reflecting off Oushahn’s Oushahn’s eyes, but there was not. “Oushahn, your eyes . . . are glowing.”
“Yes, that tends to happen at night.” He replied, calmly.
Eògan looked at his father confused and cocked an eyebrow. “Why?” he asked.
Instead of answering Eògan’s question, Oushahn said, “Do you believe we are alone here?” Then pointing to the stars, he asked, “Do you suppose there might be something out there, other than just us?”
Eògan looked at his father and then at Oushahn, asking straight-forwardly, “I believe that the stars are the gods watching us. If there were others, would you know anything about it?”
“I can teach you a great many things if you want to learn,” Oushahn replied, poking at the fire, again evading Eògan’s question.
A moment of silence passed over the three, the fire crackling in front of them and thick smoke wafting in Oushahn’s direction. Finally, Eògan said, “I would like to learn whatever you can teach.”
“As would I,” said Faolan.
The two men listened to Oushahn tell of the mind’s ability to control objects, explaining how an ancient people had been around since the dawn of time that his people called “The Bereshit” and how the human existence, the mortal body, was just an illusion. Oushahn taught them of the importance of the stars to tell the days of the seasons and how the power of the sun could be harnessed to do great things.
The United Kingdom, 2856 B.C.E.
The caravan proceeded slowly over the rolling hills of the large British isle across the countryside that would one day be called the Preseli Hills. There were six horses leading the caravan. The two trailing horses of the six pulled a large wooden cart with solid wood wheels that Iodocus sat upon with his co-bogadh Seisyll. They were both in a hypnotic state, focusing on the massive stone that floated behind the cart. Each took turns in about thirty-minute shifts, concentrating on the levitation of the forty-foot slab. Light as a feather, bright as a star. Iodocus thought in a half-trance, seeing not a massive stone floating behind them, but rather a loose feather that he kept moving in his mind from side to side to catch the wind just right and keep it afloat as it followed the caravan. There were five other similar caravans following suit across the hills toward the site of the ancient circle.
Iodocus was one of seventy from three different tribes who had been taught the old ways passed down through ancient times through the knowledge of the fathers. The Bogadhs had been taught that the power of the mind could move objects much larger than anything a normal man could move. It took years of training and mental discipline to master bogadh and as such those who could use it were highly revered.
The teams were part of a collective group that followed the path laid out by their families who believed that long ago they were given instructions to build a bogadh structure that would one day send a message to the heavens. Detailed drawings on stone tablets had been kept for hundreds of years in the families that laid out how stones were to be cut, what materials they must be made from and how they must be aligned with the stars. Although Iodocus and his brethren did not completely understand the full breadth of their project, it was an honor to serve on it and help to build it to its completion. Only the high priests of each village knew the full plan that would one day laid out in the circle of what would one day be Wiltshire, England and how it would connect with the already old structure in Sí an Bhrú in the future land of Ireland. Sí an Bhrú had been built almost five hundred years before.
There was very little left of the timber circle that had been created many generations ago in the circle that Idocus was to place the new stones in. They did not know back then that the wooden circle would both rot and fail to truly focus the bogadh energy. So for two generations, Iodocus’s tribe had searched with that of the two neighboring people to find stones that would truly work for the structure, and only in these western shores had they been able to find them. It was decided that the teams would cut out the massive stones using groups comprising hundreds of workers with seventy people in the caravans to transport the stones to the circle where they would once again be cut, to make many more stones and maneuvered into place.
Egypt, 2603 B.C.E.
The intense Egyptian sun beat down upon the parched sand. A lone buzzard circled in the distance, no doubt finding a rare meal in this unforgiving, scorched land. Abarax sat on the veranda in the sliver of shade provided from the Egyptian sun. He was looking at a drawing he had been working on for the pharaoh. His son sat beside him playing a game that his mother had taught him with a stone ball and a cup. The boy continued to push the ball across the decorative mat covering the floor and the ball made a ‘pop’ sound as it entered the cup, eliciting a laugh from the child. Again and again, the ball popped into the cup, prompting more laughter.
Finally, his father looked at him, annoyed. “Imhotep, please. I’m trying to work. I must have this drawing done by tomorrow’s meeting.”
“Why are you always drawing?” asked Imhotep.
“Come. Sit up here on my lap and let me show you.”
The boy walked over and sat on his father’s leg. He looked at the drawing up, then down.
“Do you know what it is?” asked his father.
“See this? This is a structure that has four triangles of walls coming to a point. It’s called a pyramid. This is important in the evolution of our people because it helps us focus. I am attempting to show the Pharaoh how the rays of the sun can be used to harness energy. Though the pharaoh’s visions are a bit skewed, he believes that a pyramid will help it guide his eternal soul to Ra.”
“What is Ra?”
“Ra is the word our people have given to what they believe is the God of the Sun. In truth, Ra is the ishkan, a plane of existence beyond this one where we live with one another after we die.” Abarax continued, “Do you see the sharp angles? If built from the right materials, they can help to focus our energy to achieve more than it would be capable of normally. There is a pattern here, but it is something that I will most likely not be able to complete in my lifetime.
See these other pyramids? If perfectly aligned to these stars, they will help to enhance the ability of the ishkan that are buried far below and perhaps one day protect us.”
Imhotep studied the drawing and pointed to a small building. “What is that?”
“That is where we are now—the palace.”
“Then those buildings, um . . . pyramids must be huge!” the child looked out over the plains of sand. He tried to imagine enormous pyramids standing in the distance but found it hard to visualize.
“How could we build something that big,” he asked his father.
“Ah, that is where a special gift comes in that few people know about.
Do you know that the energy I spoke to you about—if we use our minds in a very special way, utilizing special tools, we can actually move stones, stones much larger than anything you can imagine, simply by pushing them with your mind. It’s called telekinesis. Our minds are capable of much more than most people think. However, my little Imhotep, this is a secret known only to a few, and, you must help me keep that secret. Can you do that?”
“Yes, father. I promise.”
China, Current Henan Province 2698 B.C.
Tian was dressed in his summer robe and sat upon a log outside his home. He had finally finished working on the garden he had tended for the last four hours. Having enough time to relax, he pulled out his flute and began working on a song he had been writing for the last five months. Tian was a simple farmer who found peace in his garden and his flute, something that didn’t require him to worry about his crops or his daily stress. Times were tough in his village and beyond. Fighting to protect one’s land was a way of life.
He had been playing his flute for twenty minutes when he saw a bright light flash, so bright that he had dropped his flute and shielded his eyes with his hand. Completely silent, the light faded away and he saw a man dressed in yellow robes walking toward him. Tian stood up and stumbled back, tripping over his top step and falling onto his porch. He pushed himself farther backward with his hands, trying to pull away from the strange man who appeared about two hundred feet away. Tian finally stood up to look at the man as he glided over to him, stopping about five feet from his front steps. The man looked normal enough, but his robe made of yellow and silver silk garnished with small black dragons was magnificent and intimidating.
“Who are you?” Tian asked in fear.
“I am Huang-Di. I have come to unite your people,” the man said.