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Table of Contents

Dramatis personæ

Prologue

New York

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Desert of Gobi

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Tibet

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Epilogue

From the Author

About the Author

Works by C.Daurio

Author coordinates

About the Publisher

Dramatis personæ

Werner Scheimberg: Archaeologist sent to Tibet in 1938.

by the Thule Society.

Wolfram von Eichenberg: Young Scheimberg´s assistant.

Dorje: Old Buddhist lama in Tibet, Wolfram tutor.

Tara: Tibetan priestess. Wolfram mistress.

Martín Colombo: Argentine young man visiting New York

Dennis Colombo: Martín's distant relative, resident in New York.

Deborah Liberman: Dennis's girlfriend.

Selma Liberman: Deborah´s Sister.

Jack Berglund: Member of the Bluthund Community, specialist in runes.

Lakshmi Dhawan: Woman born in India, member of the FBI.

Anila Ragnarsson: Lakshmi´s daughter.

Aman Bodniev: Siberian shaman.

Roman Ungern von Sternberg: Russian military. Warlord active in Mongolia in the period 1917-1921.

Batbayar: Mongolian expedition guide

Tsetseg: Mysterious Mongolian woman, member of the expedition.

Hans Wildau: Dark character at the service of an unknown organization.

Gerda Schmiddel: Secretary of an enigmatic character called Direktor.

Dr.W. Richardson: Master of the Bluthund Community in New York.

Jerome Watkins: master of ceremonies at Bluthund events.

Dr. Dieter von Eichemberg: Scholar specialist in Eastern and Western esotericism.

Madame Nadia Swarowska: Member of the Bluthund Management Committee.

Suzuki Taro: Member of the Bluthund Management Committee.

M. Garland: Agent of the British MI6.

Sir David Osborne: Former head of MI6

Yeshe: Tibetan guide.

Liu Daiyu: Captain of the Chinese People's Army.

Liu Hung: Chinese Colonel. Daiyu´s father.

Prologue

1938-Tibet

Wolfram von Eichenberg carefully lifted the broad flat stone, helped by two of the Tibetan bearers. The remains of sand that had covered it for countless centuries slid down the sides. Under the stone, objects of vague contours could be glimpsed with clear tonalities that varied from red to yellow to blue. With infinite care Werner Scheimberg, the senior archaeologist sent to the expedition by the Thule Society, began brushing the sand and mineral particles outward, exposing an evidently organic substrate. Wolfram watched the scientist's methodical procedures with anxiety. Suddenly Scheimberg exclaimed.

“ No doubt it is a mummy.” And added immediately “ We have to treat these remains with caution because they can disintegrate between our fingers. In addition, the location of each element that we find can give us valuable indications of their way of life.” He was evidently exalted and removed the young man from the excavation with a little brusqueness.

After three hours of work, the find was free of detritus and ready for visual inspection. It was the remains of a middle-aged man, about six feet tall, covered by what were undoubtedly traces of a cloth of various colors that covered the body.

"This is amazing." Said Scheimberg. "It's absolutely out of context.”

“ What do you mean Werner?” Replied von Eichenberg

“This man was not an ancestor of the Tibetans or of any Mongol race. Look at the height and shape of the body. It is typically Aryan.”

Werner´s heart started beating strongly. That finding could be a first confirmation of the theories they had come to test in the Gobi desert.

It was the year 1938. The explorer Ernst Schäffer had organized his third expedition to the East sponsored by the German Ahnenerbe and under the auspices of the Tibetan government. The aim was to test some theories enunciated by the official esoterists of the Third Reich and the Führer himself, according to which the cradle of the Aryan race was in an Asian region covered afterwards by the Gobi desert and since then disappeared from the face of the Earth, but that still existed in an immense complex of subterranean cities, a thesis that was related to the oriental myths of Agartha and Shambala. This was in turn related to the theories of the hollow Earth in vogue in Nazi Germany

Von Eichenberg and Scheimberg were part of that expedition, accompanied by an entourage of bearers and guides, as well as a Tibetan seer who, the Germans supposed, had in addition to his formal guiding mission the function of spying on them for the government of that country. Scheimberg had been one of the companions of the Swedish explorer Sven Hedin on his excursions in the East, with archaeological and to some extent esoteric purposes. Von Eichenberg was just a young man with an eagerness for adventure and exoticism, without any relevant scientific qualifications

After a day of meticulous cleaning of the mummified body, Werner Scheimberg was in a position to make a verdict.

“It is certainly not one of the precursors of the Indo-European race trumpeted by our theories, but one of its members in its own right. His whole aspect, his face admirably preserved by the dryness of the sands, the reddish tint of his hair and beard and the woolen fabric of his clothing strongly remind the primitive Celtic tribes. It looks like a primitive Scottish warrior."

"Tonight I'll get in touch with von Schirach by radio." Replied Wolfram. "Have you prepared the report you want to convey to him by then?"

The young man, obviously not too impressed by the find turned around and left. From an aristocratic family, he had never been enthusiastic about Nazi racial theories, and to his eyes Hitler and his henchmen deserved a certain disdain. The theses on the hollow Earth and the submerged cities seemed absurd to him and therefore also the same purpose of the mission; however, he took good care not to express those ideas in public. From the East, it was another thing that had him dazzled.

Upon returning to Jiayaguan, a city on the edge of Tibet at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, both men went to the house where they were staying, Scheimberg was writing his report on his old typewriter while Eichenberg went to get a shower and change his clothes. When he finished, the young man passed by the room where his partner was working.

“Werner, I'm going out now. At twenty hours I´ll return and call von Schirach."

“I suppose you're going to visit that priestess who has trapped you between her legs.” The comment was answered with silence.

Wolfram went to the Buddhist temple led by an old lama named Dorje, who had taken him as a kind of disciple, though coming from a very different culture; the old monk was excited because he had an attentive student who absorbed his teachings like a sponge.

That day Dorje explained to his disciple the deceptive nature of concrete matter, in reality manifestation of a divine energy that must be channeled inside our minds and bodies to free us from our carnal attachments, our desires and ties. In a persuasive tone he told Wolfram that each being is a manifestation of that energy and that he already possesses everything necessary for his spiritual sustenance that only needed to be recognized and nourished.

As usual after the lesson Wolfram remained absorpt under the influence of the accumulation of thoughts and sensations for more than an hour in absolute silence. Finally he regained his usual state of consciousness and left the cabin, noticing only then that Dorje had already left.

In one of the corridors he met one of the novice monks, and asked him.

" Chodak, can I visit Tara today?"

" I think she's anxiously waiting for you." Replied the young monk.

The answer, in another context would have been paradoxical. Tara was Chodak's sister as well as an important Tantric priestess; Chodak did not ignore the motivation of the German's interest in his sister, and he knew that he was reciprocated by her. But while in our Western culture the relations between the sexes are tinged with a halo of sin and suspicion, in the aforementioned branch of Buddhism sex has high and even sacred connotations.

Tara and Wolfram were sitting in the woman's bed. They knew that no one would come to interrupt them so they proceeded with infinite calm, avoiding any anxiety.

The priestess was wrapped in veils that the man was drawing back in a parsimonious way, dominating all animal instincts. The desire had to acquire sublimated forms before freeing itself. Tara explained the three sacred purposes of sex, each of them elevated and sublime: reproduction, pleasure and liberation of the soul. She was guiding the young man through the ritual including the previous purification steps. Once they had finished with the preparations both were seated on the bed facing each other with their legs entwined. Guided by the priestess, they united in an ecstatic embrace, a precursor of reciprocal caresses that lasted an eternity. Finally came the moment of intimate union of both lovers, in which each of them dissolved into the other, and both into the cosmic consciousness. At that moment the Kundalini serpent would rise, achieving the fusion of Shiva and Shakti, the masculine and feminine principles. The ritual concluded with penetration and ejaculation, followed by a prolonged period of silent union.

Wolfram retired from the room invaded by a physical, psychic and spiritual ecstasy incomparable with any of his previous experiences while the woman reclined on the bed and again covered her body with her veils.

The young man took a long detour to return to the old house where he was staying. He felt himself floating among clouds, in a state he had never known before and wished that it would last as long as possible before confronting Scheimberg and his archaeological skills. Suddenly he consulted his watch and realized that only fifteen minutes were missing for the agreed time for the radio call to von Schirach, kind of coordinator of all the teams then working in East Asia; for that reason he hurried to avoid being late for the appointment.

“Ah! Finally you come.” Said Werner. “What a smile, have you been transported back to the fifth paradise?"

Wolfram did not answer and simply put the radio equipment in conditions, and at the scheduled time, established the contact.

The conversation between Scheimberg and von Schirach lasted about forty minutes. Although Wolfram had somewhat moved away he perceived that the tone of the verbal exchange was harsh and that Scheimberg was limited to listening most of the time. When the radio contact was finished, Wolfram looked at his partner and asked.

“So, how did it go?"

Scheimberg's face pre-announced what the answer would be. He was disturbed and his gesture showed discouragement and disenchantment.

"He basically told me we did not come to the end of the world to look for the skeleton of a Scotsman. What interests the Ahnenerbe and the Thule Society is a kind of missing link between the precursors that they suppose inhabited in this area and the current Aryans. I do not know what they want, a kind of Atlantean."

“ Which is no news to you."

“The one we have made is an important archaeological finding.” said Scheimberg obviously dejected. “It shows that the Indo- European expansion to this area took place much earlier than assumed. The other Nazi expectations are simple chimeras."

Then he looked at Wolfram in alarm. If that phrase had been heard by other members of the expedition, among whom there were several SS informants, that slip could have had serious consequences for Scheimberg. Then he sighed in relief. Although Wolfram had never expressed himself freely on the subject, he was aware of the young man's skepticism about the racial theories of Nazism. Scheimberg's mood changed from dejection to a hint of envy. At least Wolfram had found in the Gobi Desert something that gave his life a purpose, even if it was between the legs of a sacred dancer.

“ What shall we do now?" Asked the young man.

“We go back to the excavation, in particular to the neighboring grotto that we discarded the first time."

The cavern was long and sinuous and had different branches. The men split and Wolfram went inside with a torch in a tunnel that had its ground covered by sand. In one of the bends he suddenly stumbled over a partially covered rock that caused him to roll overland. The torch had happily not turned off and he picked it up while he was still on his knees. When he was trying to get back on his feet a reflex caught his attention. A bright object had been exposed as a consequence of his fall. He pushed aside the sand that still partially covered it and saw that it was a golden disc about two inches in diameter. Wolfram picked the object up with a handkerchief and examined it in the uncertain light of the torch. Clearly it was a sort of roughly circular gold medal with certain incisions that attracted him. When he observed them more closely, he jumped astonished. While on the obverse some broken stripes could be letters of some forgotten alphabet, on the reverse the German managed to clearly see a swastika although its edges were somewhat worn out perhaps by the abrasion of the sand.

At that moment Scheimberg appeared silently from the shadows behind him. The young man showed him the piece found and noticed the excitement in the face of his comrade.

Both carefully proceeded to remove the sand from the vicinity of the site where the disc had been unearthed, and it was then that they emerged in the light of the Scheimberg lantern.

The bones, obviously cranial, were too thick to be fully human.

The two men looked at each other in silence.

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