Memphite Equation

Nathaniel Cameron

Description

The locations and physical descriptions are factual - the prophetic embellished future is yet to be foretold. During July 15-17, 2007, an epochal event occurred in Manchester, England - the first international biblical conference on the 3000-year-old copper scroll, which later brewed a dangerous controversy. The copper scroll is among a group of scrolls found in 1947 and 1952, but this is the only one carved in metal and is not strictly a religious scroll. Dr. David E. Burton, a recent Harvard graduate, attended the conference. After Q&A, when what he saw didn't come up, feeling baffled, he shared his idea that there was an equation on the scroll. From that moment, his life, family, an old and enigmatic organization (existing since 1863) he later joins, and the world change forever.

Sujets

• Thriller

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
• Date de parution: 30 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645755449
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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T he M emphite E quation
3000 Year of Opaque Continuous Influence
Nathaniel Cameron
Austin Macauley Publishers
2022-11-30
The Memphite Equation About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 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 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Chapter 65 Chapter 66 Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Chapter 69 Chapter 70 Chapter 71 Chapter 72 Chapter 73 Chapter 74 Chapter 75 Chapter 76 Chapter 77 Chapter 78 Chapter 79 Chapter 80 Chapter 81 Chapter 82 Chapter 83 Chapter 84 Chapter 85 Chapter 86 Chapter 87 Chapter 88 Chapter 89 Chapter 90 Chapter 91 Chapter 92 Chapter 93 Chapter 94 Chapter 95 Chapter 96 Chapter 97 Chapter 98 Chapter 99 Chapter 100 Chapter 101 Chapter 102 Chapter 103 Chapter 104 Chapter 105 Chapter 106 Chapter 107 Chapter 108 Chapter 109 Chapter 110 Chapter 111 Chapter 112 Chapter 113 Chapter 114 Chapter 115 Chapter 116 Chapter 117 Chapter 118 Chapter 119 Chapter 120 Chapter 121 Chapter 122 Chapter 123 Chapter 124 Chapter 125 Chapter 126 Chapter 127 Chapter 128 Chapter 129 Chapter 130 Chapter 131 Chapter 132 Chapter 133 Chapter 134 Chapter 135 Chapter 136 Chapter 137 Chapter 138 Chapter 139 Chapter 140 Chapter 141 Chapter 142 Chapter 143 Chapter 144 Epilogue
About the Author
Nathaniel Cameron is a former paratrooper, boxer, inventor, entrepreneur, chemist, and practiced medicine for over 30 years. This is his first novel, it’s an international political thriller that begins with pursuit of a 3000-year-old treasure, and ends in transfiguration.
Dedication
To my sons, Deatrick, Nathaniel and Vincent Cameron, and legacy.
Curiosity is the light.
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Nathaniel Cameron 2022
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Cameron, Nathaniel
The Memphite Equation
ISBN 9781645755425 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645755432 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645755449 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022911608
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First Published 2022
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Acknowledgment
To a golden, loving energy who first recognized my humanity, Mr. Oliver Jones, a wonderful, brilliant teacher. To my father, Frank Cameron. Presented with incredible obstacles in life, he prevailed with grace and dignity, and gave me everything I needed to travel this path I am on. To Karly Rauch, a dear friend, her graceful poetic phrases ignited this flame. To Laura Doward, whose love of words and ease of transcribing has been more than helpful. To a brilliant, fast-burning, highly creative, energetic person, Karen Kaplan, who began transcribing, but sadly was not here for the completion. To Joan Ashley, who believed in the melody before the song was completed, and, finally to my wife, Doris, once loved always loved.
Chapter 1
“Oh God .”
“Dr. Burton,” the voice cold-accented and direct. More of a 13 th -century medieval inquisition than an interrogation.
Joseph yelled, “Where is it?!” disregarding Dr. Burton’s closed, bleeding, right eye. They extracted information, then disposed. Done usually by surprise, inflicting maximum pain to gain absolute control was the key.
The victim, Doctor David Emmitt Burton, must respond quietly, clearly, then be discarded; that is a clean way of saying it. He knew something dangerous, something he would die for; he didn’t know its significance but could learn.
Smiling, staring into the bleeding face of Dr. Burton, the interrogator knew the end game.
“Oh God.” Dr. Burton’s confused, stunned body lay partially on the shattered coffee table, barely conscious, bleeding from the nose and right eye, convinced he was about to die. In a flash, memory, spotty, came in on Continental 2953, flight from Jerusalem into Newark Liberty International Airport. Then a shuttle flight down to D.C. Thought he would surprise Mother for lunch; she was out.
“Dr. Burton?” the voice said outside the front door.
“Yes,” Dr. Burton answered through the front door.
“I’m Joseph, live three blocks over. I have your carryon suitcase by mistake from flight 2953 this morning. You are Doctor David Emmitt Burton?”
Dr. Burton was concerned; he had some important notes in the briefcase. “Yes, great, come in.”
How did he know I was at Mother’s? he thought as he reached for the door, swinging it open. Dr. David E. Burton had a feeling something was amiss, like closing your car, realizing your keys are inside as the door lock clicks. Only this felt more ominous.
There stood two men. David knew something was wrong, desperately wrong. He felt it in the pit of his stomach when they brushed past him. “Be careful; the small rug is slippery.” They had walked up the three steps onto the golden Oriental rug overlaying the glossy Patagonian Cherry hardwood floor, under the brightly lit Schonbek Bagatelle Heritage seven-light crystal chandelier as he tried desperately to display calmness.
At six foot four inches, there were few people David looked up to. The second man was a mammoth, at least six-foot ten. Mammoth had a bulldog’s flat face, huge hands, massive body, and small black eyes; he showed no emotion. Both were dressed in black, shirts, pant, jackets, and shoes, with black hair. Joseph was smaller, six-foot three, colder. For a moment they stood, stared, Mammoth to David’s right.
Joseph’s serpentine voice hissed, “Dr. Burton, where is it?”
Startled, he replied, “What, where is what?” staring into Joseph’s cold blue eyes. He didn’t see Mammoth’s punch coming which smashed into the right side of his face and knocked him into the living room. He crashed onto the Duncan Phyfe mahogany coffee table, like an overweight child on a wooden seesaw, shattering it; his right eye began swelling instantly. Usually two books are on the table, a pictorial travel journal and the latest African-American novel of interest. Only one book this time, at the end of the table where his mother usually resided, near the gold crushed lamp, where the warm early morning light caressed the room. It was THE LONG WALK TO FREEDOM An Autobiography of Nelson Mandela. Mandela launched in the air, landed flat on the hardwood floor, sounding like a weapon going off, not sure if he had been shot. David lay stunned, barely conscious.
Mammoth dragged him back into the foyer and pulled him up. Partial control, Joseph thought. Dropping the doctor and the calmness, Joseph shouted, glaring at David, “Where is it?!”
“Where is what?” in a pleading voice, David repeating the phrase.
Almost in one movement, the blow and pain came from behind. Mammoth’s left hammer of a hand slammed down on David’s left shoulder, dislocating it. Almost simultaneously, he reached in front with his right palm on David’s chest, pulling him back as he slammed his left palm into David’s left scapula, further dislocating the shoulder anterior.
David screamed in agony and slowly sank heavily to his knees on the hardwood floor. He groaned, head bowed, his left elbow was held in his right hand, close to his side. Joseph and Mammoth stood over him. This was the moment, absolute control.
Joseph spoke calmly now, “Did you attend a conference in Manchester, England, this July 15?” David nodded his head yes.
Joseph said, “I didn’t hear you!” in that serpentine voice again.
David replied, “Yes.”
They were professionals, bringing many skills to that moment. They were relaxed, definitely confident now.
Joseph asked, “Did you speak with Professor Schaeffer, the key note speaker?”
David said, “Yes,” barely above a whisper.
Joseph asked, “Did you show him an equation?”
David, now coughing up blood, bleeding profusely from the nose, replied, “Yes.”
“Did you request a meeting?” Joseph asked.
Coughing again, “No,” David answered, barely above a whisper.
Joseph, in a surprised, irritated voice, asked, “No?!”
David replied, “He requested the meeting.”
Joseph nodded in recognition. “Oh I see. What did he say?”
David, still holding his left elbow with his right hand against his left side, said, “Gave me a business card to call that evening.”
“Did you?” Finally Joseph seemed excited.
David replied, “No.”
“Why not?” Joseph asked, irritated.
“G-mama died, took a flight out that evening.” David grimaced, looking at Joseph’s black, shiny shoes.
“G-mam, what?” Joseph’s