Albert Einstein - Meets Johanne a mystery unfolds- Age 6

 Albert’s father Hermann was a partner in his Brother Jacob’s gas and electric supply company. One day after school, Albert went with his papa to see an installed electric lighting system. The customer Frederick Thomas owned a local brewery, Munich Brau. He had a son Johanne who was Albert’s age. They would begin first grade in the next semester.

Albert did not want to visit. He liked familiar routines at home. Being away made him feel shut off inside. He stared at the floor and went into his own world. Boys his age were boring. He wanted to be alone.

Hermann made a fake smile. He reached down and shook Albert’s hand. “Come, Albert, Johanne wants to show you the new lights in the barn.”

Albert knew his papa would not like it if he did not do as he commanded. He dragged his feet, his head down in resignation, and stood next to Johanne wishing he could escape.

His new friend made a broad grin, “Let’s go see the lights. I will race you to the barn.” Whooping, Johanne threw open the kitchen door and ran toward the barn. Albert rolled his eyes, taking his time, and made his way to the barn.

Johanne bounced on his toes and he waited near the barn door for his guest. The reticent Albert crossed his arms when he met his host.

Johanne flung open the barn door and stood on a wooden box. “It’s amazing, to see.” The youngster flipped the switch. Incandescent light flooded the spacious barn. The smell of fresh hay and saddle soap met Albert’s nose.  He noticed wooden beer barrels, stacks of hay and horse pulled carriages.

With an air of importance, Albert pointed to the incandescent bulb. He began to tell Johanne how the light bulb worked. “When electrical current passes through a wire, it causes the wire to heat.  The wire gets so hot that it glows and gives off light.”

Johanne’s mouth gapped open his blue eyes danced with amazement. Enraptured he could not believe what he was hearing. “How do you know that?”

With a peevish grin Albert relaxed, “Papa takes me to work with him. He teaches me about electricity. He and my uncle want me to learn the lighting business and apprentice with them.”

Albert burst with pride, “Want to see what my father gave me?”

Johanne nodded.

Dangling a brass object on a silver chain, Albert spoke, “This is a compass have you ever seen one before?”

Curious, Johanne joined Albert sitting on a stack of hay. He said, “No, what does it do?”  

Albert showed off the gleaming brass compass with the twelve sparkling gems. He opened the top, “You see the needle always points north no matter how it moves. His bright brown eyes twinkled as the mystery of the unknown captured his soul. “Someday I will understand why it does that.”

Johanne’s blue eyes grew big. He had never seen anything like it. He had two older brothers Francis and Daniel, who worked in the brewery, but they never talked like that. His father Frederick, a Lutheran said the Einstein’s were Jewish. Maybe that was the reason he knew so much.

Albert surrendered himself to the moment.  Trusting his companion he allowed Johanne to touch his cherished prize. Johanne opened and closed the clasp. They marched around the barn and watched the needle.

Content with their parade of joy they returned to their seats.  Albert closed his eyes and held his precious gift to his chest. “Oh I love my compass and I love my Papa, who gave it to me.” The compass tingled against Albert’s chest. From inside the compass, a burst of light shimmered ten inches all around. Albert felt the warmth in his hands. He opened his eyes to find a rainbow illuminating from gems. Above the compass floated a three-dimensional number “33”. He threw his hands up spilling the compass onto the straw floor.

Johanne struck with wonder squealed, “Look at that!”

The boys sat mesmerized for what seemed eternity.  

Behind them the barn door opened. Papa Hermann called, “Albert say goodbye to Johanne, your mama has dinner waiting.”

 Albert snatched up the enchanted instrument. “Johanne, you must never tell anyone what happened today, you promise?”

Speechless Johanne nodded his compliance.

Bonded in a special secret the compass would take them on an incredible journey.

Young Albert Einstein's Gift - Age 6

Munich – spring, 1885

The sun shone, melting the dreary days of winter. From the arbor on the front porch of the Einstein home hung fragrant Purple wisteria. In the garden was a growing cacophony of red tulips, yellow roses,  and blue cornflowers.  

Albert had been down the street at his aunt’s house. The family was celebrating his Cousin Benjamin’s 6th birthday. Albert turned six the month before. He loved his aunt’s apple strudel. Shortly after dessert he ran out of the house and got sick all over the pink and red tulips in the yard.

Pauline Einstein, young Albert’s twenty-six-year-old mother, noticed him struggling to climb the porch stairs. Her brow furrowed as she opened the front door.  His chubby cheeks flushed. Albert in a sickly gaze looked up and touched his mother’s hand. He moaned, “Mama, I don’t feel good.”  With the back of her hand, Pauline kissed his head, “Albert, you’re burning up.” 

Pauline pulled back her long muslin skirt. She scooped her boy into her arms and rushed him upstairs to his bedroom. He slept alone in the second bedroom on the right at the top of the stairs with tiny blue flowered wallpaper.

Albert fussed as mama pulled off his necktie, the smell of sour milk spoiled his starched white shirt.

Pauline took a freshly moistened cloth from the washbasin. The concerned mother wiped Albert’s face and hands. She dressed him in a long, cotton nightshirt and tucked him into bed. Albert fell asleep the second his head hit the goose down pillow. Mama stroked his hair and reassured, “sleep, feel better mien, Liebling.” She sat in the chair next to his bed through the night. Every few minutes she wiped his brow to bring down his fever.

The next morning Albert did not join the family for breakfast. Hermann, Albert’s father, noticed the dark circles under Pauline’s eyes. “Is everything alright?” 

Picking at her food. She gave a heavy sigh, “I’m worried, Albert has not awakened since yesterday when I put him to bed. His fever is still the same. I’m going to summon a doctor to examine him.”

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Upstairs Albert lay unconscious, his spirit hovered over his bed.  Disoriented, he saw his limp body, and in his mind he wondered,  What’s happening to me?  Albert felt a gentle breeze, his spirit caught a glimpse of a tall, brilliant winged being at the foot of the bed. “It’s alright Albert; I am Angel Zerachiel, I am here to watch over you.”

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Clutching the doorknob, Pauline ushered in Dr. Klaus Weiss. Albert's spirit and Angel Zerachiel listened during the examination. Dr. Weiss pulled his spectacles from the inside pocket of his tailored,  wool suit. He strained to hear Albert’s breathing. Pushing his glasses up on his nose he bent down to inspect Albert.

Pauline, is afraid to breath, ran her hands through her hair, “What can we do doctor.?”

Dr. Weiss turned to Pauline, “Give him Boneset for the fever." He wrote instructions for Albert. “Steep about one teaspoon of the dried herb in 2 cups of boiling water for 10 minutes, then strain.” He opened his leather, medical bag and pulled out a small tin container marked “Boneset.” He handed the herbal remedy to Pauline. “Soothe his head with lavender and chamomile water.”

Later that afternoon Hermann came home early from work. He peeked through a crack in the door into Albert’s room.  Pauline sat in the chair next to the bed. Albert propped up on pillows being spoon feed. 

Pauline said, "The herbs Dr. Weiss recommended broke his fever." The youngster was awake but struggled to move his body. Hermann tiptoed in to see how his young son and wife were doing. He shared a wink with Pauline as he sat on the edge of the bed. He patted the bedding, “I am so relieved to see you feeling better.” Albert raised his tiny hand to acknowledge his papa. He did not remember the Angel or leaving his body.

Hermann reached inside his moleskin pants and pulled out a round, brass object on a silver chain. The twelve gems on top glistened in the morning light. He dangled the present he was about to give to his son, “This is a compass, Albert.”  A quizzical look came over the young boy. Albert wondered what a compass was. Hermann opened the brass cover to show Albert how it worked. Hermann’s eyes glowed as he used his index finger to show his young son. “See this arrow it always points north. This is because the charged magnetic needle aligns itself with the Earth’s magnetic field. The compass is for navigation, to help you find your way.”

 Mesmerized Albert’s eyes widened as he grabbed the new toy. It felt heavy in his little hands. He twisted, turned and shook it.  No matter how he turned it, the mysterious needle pointed north. “Where did you get it, Papa?” Albert asked.

Hermann shrugged. “A new electrical customer Mr. Leipzig gave it to me to pay for installing lighting in his house. The compass has been in his family for many years. See the twelve gemstones on top? This is a unique compass. Be sure and keep it safe.”

The excitement of the new gadget gave Albert a spurt of energy that soon waned. He clutched his latest treasure and fell asleep.

Pauline reached out and touched Hermann on the hand, “What a wonderful gift for Albert.  Look he seems better.”

The fall of Jerusalem - July 70 AD

The fall of Jerusalem – July 70 AD

The Temple Mount,  enveloped in flames, boiled over from its base. The blood seemed more abundant than the flames. The numbers of the slain were greater than those of the slayers. The soldiers climbed over heaps of bodies as they chased the fugitives. The smell of burning flesh and black smoke filled the air as the flames of hell engulfed the city.

Cloaked on the astral plane, Ezekiel stood in his single man craft made of gold. The Atlas circled the torched city of Jerusalem. The messenger of God gazed through the crystal Lux portal, a doorway that opened to the inner dimensions of light. Judea was in a battle for its life against Rome.  The Traveler of Light and Wisdom had to keep the contents of the Ark safe. Resolute, he tightened his grasp on the controls of the Atlas, “I must secure the Ark before it’s too late.”

Ezekiel had drawn the plans for the Temple of Solomon. He knew in which secret tunnels lay the Arc of the Covenant.  The Holy of Holies had been 40 cubits square. Its walls once lined with cedar, burned.  Overlaid with gold stood carved figures of cherubim, palm-trees, and open flowers. Chains of gold became puddles. The bracelets leaked through the incinerated floor of the Holy of Holies. Through the gaping charred holes of the once olive-wood door sat The Arc of the Covenant. On the alabaster altar, it lay untouched. Hidden within the gold-plated acacia chest rested the Shamir stone. Next to the supernatural,  god stone lay the Ten Commandments. The tablets of Moses received from God. The blue cloth covering the twin-winged cherubim still intact.

Before the Arc stood a living Draco Reptoid, a lean towering Angel of Darkness. Twelve feet tall, his thin, bony wings furled midway up his back. Between his brow and the top of his skull, two fleshy horns. His canine teeth were wet with anticipation. His glowing red reflective eyes riveted on the Arc. The Dark Angel snatched up the Arc.

Ezekiel arrived just in time as he uncloaked The Atlas, exposing its light from the Holy of Holies.  The demonic Angel of Darkness sneered. He turned from the Light as Ezekiel called forth his request. The traveler beckoned. “I ask for God’s Light of The Holy Spirit to surround, fill and protect this Arc of the Covenant and all its contents.” The Angel of Darkness dropped the Arc. He raised his clawed fist in indignation spitting fire in contempt. His crimson wings furled. The dark angel cursed , “I will covet the Arc. Remember what I did with Thera (Atlantis).”

Ezekiel touched the screen of the Crystal Lux portal to steady the Arc. The holographic portal opened, the illumination beam pulled the Arc through the astral door. Distracted, Ezekiel did not see a small round brass object with twelve gems fall out of the Arc. The golden ship vanished. The tiny, brass temple treasure tumbled below into the dark abyss of the burning ruins of the Temple.

Einstein's Compass: a Novel of What if?

What if young Albert Einstein befriends celestial beings who take him into inner realms of light and keep him on course to make the discovery of his life that changes the world for all time.

Chapter One 

                           Ark of the Covenant 1313 BCE Egypt

Concealed by the dark, guided by the light of the new moon, Moses's eyes darted nervously as he stole into the sanctuary of the Temple of Thebes. He needed the small version of the Shamir Stone for the Israelite's' to survive the exodus from Egypt. His heart raced. Jehovah sanctioned Moses by telling him that an invisible bubble of light would hide him as Moses did God's bidding. He took deep breaths to keep calm.

Disguised as an Imperial Guard of the Pharaoh, Moses clung to the shadow moving along its walls from the main Sanctuary crossing the twelve smaller rooms toward the Mother Sanctuary. The smell of sandalwood met his nose as he opened the forbidden door to the Temple. The incense and a single lamp burned to clear the sacred room from the rituals of the day. Carefully closing the door behind him, Moses wiped the sweat from his brow; he paused as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. From across the chamber, he could feel the radiant energy of the precious Shamir stone.

In rows along the walls on either side of him were figures of men with the heads of beasts, each representing an Egyptian deity. Moses ascended the alabaster steps to the altar. The golden headdress and cloak of the Imperial Guard would protect him from the potent radiant danger of the supernatural god stone. Used in the art of healing, the power within it contained all the colors of the spectrum. Only an experienced and loving hierophant of the Temple could touch it. An Atlantean priest had inscribed upon a scroll, the whole of the symbolic esoteric teaching throughout the ages of man as well as the force available to vanquish any enemy of God.

While exiled in the desert, Moses came in service to the Temple of Isis, and he learned the ancient Atlantean teachings, language and hieroglyphics. As he approached the golden Arc, he raised the palms of his hands toward the Arc and began to chant inwardly ancient names of God. With each sacred name, his vibration grew until he was in sync with that of the precious god stone.

On the altar lay a covering with hieroglyphics meant to keep the stone's energy safely contained when transported. Moses, now in harmony with the stone, still chanting, reverently began addressing the golden piece. To his right he noticed a small, round, shiny object. Curious, he picked it up. There were twelve small brilliant gems atop the round device. He could feel pulsing energy in harmony with that of the Shamir stone on the altar. Moses hastily secured the object alongside the golden piece with the threads attached to the covering.

Moses scrambled at his task expecting the neophytes of the Temple would soon be coming to begin their day. Turning from the altar, he tucked his prize into another sack made of hemp and stole his way out of the Temple.