Einstein's Mind Experiments Changed The World

Albert Einstein was never always famous. When he was a child, his father presented him a compass. The directional device inspired the growing analyst to dream of what is time, what is light? His life was difficult. When he was a juvenile, he struggled when his parents moved to Italy and left him with his relatives. Alone and Jewish in a Catholic school, boys terrorized him and called him names. He refused to memorize material. His tutors in grammar school punished him for not following the rules. Distraught he sought for an educator who would aid him to uncover the answers to his quest. When we failed his entrance exams at the Polyteknic, he found Professor Winteler, who taught Albert mind experiments. Through a system of head, heart and hand he learned how to use his visionary mind. The disappointment of not getting into the Polyteknic turned into a breakthrough for Albert. If you find yourself stuck in your life or broken hearted during this global crisis, I urge you to find a new direction. Albert did and transformed the world. If you would like a free #audiobook of “Einstein’s Compass” friend me on Facebook, send me your email through Messenger and I will send you the codes to download your free audiobook. #Wfh

Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure

Thought Experiment.

Six male students in their mid-teens dressed in wool suits, starched white shirts, and blue-and-yellow neckties sat two by two in a single row, anxiously awaiting the start of class. Albert had enrolled in Aarau High School after his unsuccessful attempt to enter the Polytechnic. He had passed the math and science section of the exam with flying colors. Yet the test showed Albert needed more study in languages, biology, literature, political science, and botany. While somewhat disappointed with the test results, he saw it would only take a year at Aarau before he could get to the Polytechnic, and he was okay with that.

The smell of fresh white chalk stimulated Albert’s mind. He focused on the three Hs the headmaster, Professor Winteler, wrote on the blackboard; the principles of teaching the school followed.

Heart – to explore what students want to learn. To develop their moral qualities, such as helping others.

 

Head – to understand objects, concepts, and experiences.

 

Hand – to learn the craft of doing good work and develop their physical skills.

 

Completing his writing with a flourish, the teacher turned to face his class. His brown eyes twinkled, and there was genuine warmth and enthusiasm in his voice as he said, “I have found that people learn more easily accessing their intuition, their inner powers than they do through their minds.”

In the front row, Albert relaxed. For the first time in his school life, the reject from the Gymnasium in Germany felt connected.

The wise professor put down the chalk and rubbed his hands together. He adjusted his spectacles and said, “Our first exercise will be a thought experiment. It will assist us when we want to consider a hypothesis or theory when the purpose is to think through by steps to its consequences. This practice will increase your personal power of thought and imagination. What’s more,” he said with a smile, “by going inward, you begin to trust yourself.”

A sandy-haired student raised his hand, and the professor acknowledged him. “Yes, Gregory, you have a question?”

“I do, sir,” the boy said as he stood.

The professor smiled. “Good. I encourage questions. What do you have?”

“In this mind experiment, do we have our eyes open or closed?”

“For our first experiment, you will have your eyes closed. Though I am sure sometimes during the day, you find yourself in a daydream where your mind is drifting in space even with your eyes open.” Gregory nodded as the professor continued. “We will use a what-if, dreamy kind of imagination to allow you to create possibilities.”

As Gregory sat down, the professor instructed, “Now I want you to remove your jackets, loosen your ties, and sit up straight with your arms and legs uncrossed. Place your hands on your thighs, palms up.”

The students did so and waited for the next direction.

“Close your eyes and take a slow, deep breath,” Winteler said. “Inhale, then slowly let go of all the air in your lungs.” He paused for a few seconds. “Again, this time breathe in more slowly.” As the students did this, he paused, then said, “Hold the air inside.” He paused again. “Let go of all the air, slowly. Allow your body to relax. Keep your eyes closed and focus on your breath out. If your mind chatters, just acknowledge that, then bring your focus back to your breathing.”

Albert sat with his back straight, though it relaxed him, surrendering his mind. Lost in the experience, the dreamer did not even hear what the teacher said next because he found himself enveloped in a warm glow, and he felt like he was rising above the Earth.

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Do Not Worry - Live Your Life

 

George Washington once said, “Worry is the interest paid by those who borrow trouble.” The Coronavirus narratives in our world shows how the media deals with us with their doomsday scenarios. Excitement has halted flying while stock markets plunge. Is the virus scare real? We are a population of three hundred and fifty million individuals. According to the CDC 1,215 have been diagnosed in the United States, in addition to 36 deaths. The U.S. government and public health partners are implementing aggressive measures to slow and contain transmission of COVID-19 in the United States. Politics in the USA is playing out as the far-left Democrats and media who hate Donald Trump push the tension as hard as they can. Prosecution of our president failed as did all their new tactics. The virus is a perfect storm to stop our president and our way of life. Those most affected by the virus are the elderly, not children, or people who are healthy. Do not borrow trouble from the media. Turn off the television. Stop reading scary posts on social channels. Live your life.

Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure

Plagued with inexplicable dreams, Albert had not slept in days. To compound his malaise, he missed Mileva, who had stayed with her parents. He took in a deep breath, then reluctantly pushed himself out of his warm cocoon. As the covers fell aside, a tattered flyer landed on the floor. “Discover the Secrets of The Mystical Travelers” it proclaimed. An illustration of a dignified-looking man of indeterminate age with a hint of a mischievous smile bore the inscription, “Pater Benjamin, A Great Spiritual Master.”

Albert negotiated the books and the litter-strewn path to the washstand, where he cringed as he poked a hole in the crust of ice that had formed overnight in the pitcher by the washbasin. With a vacant gaze and bloodshot eyes, Albert frowned into the oval gilt mirror above the coarse, soap-scummed porcelain. He patted down his unkempt hair that was standing up at odd angles, and he stroked the wiry growth under his nose.

Why am I having these nightmares? He took in a ragged breath and tried to reason with himself. When I attempt to do thought experiments, I discover myself in another universe with Johann. Am I going insane? I cannot concentrate on my studies. Albert poured some cold water into the basin, splashed it on his face to clear his head, and prepared to shave.

 

 

 

 

 

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Coronovirus Fact of Fiction?

In 1981 author Dean Koontz composed, “The Eyes of Darkness”. The novel depicts a virus called “Wuhan-400,” referred to after the Chinese city known as the epicenter of the coronavirus outbreak. Are we seeing fiction become a reality? When the coronavirus spread in the winter of 2019, my husband Dr. John Blair, a military sociologist, served on a biological warfare panel in Washington, DC. after 9/11. Today he wonders if the Chinese are experimenting with the coronavirus. What if a virus like the one we have now is weaponized with anthrax? Last week the FBI arrested Charles Lieber, the chair of Harvard University’s Department of Chemistry and Chemical Biology. Dr. Lieber made “fictitious and fraudulent statements” to the U.S. Defense Department about his ties to a Chinese government program to recruit foreign scientists and researchers. “No country poses a greater, more severe or long-term threat to our national security and economic prosperity than China,” said Joseph Bonavolonta, special agent in charge of the F.B.I.’s Boston field office. “China’s communist government’s goal, is to replace the U.S. as the world superpower, and they are breaking the law to get there.” Evil lurks in our midst. Will the Chinese succeed? Lets hope not.

 

Einstein’s Compass A YA Time Traveler Adventure

Doppelganger into Professor Meis

Locking the door, the Countess turned, and her lips curled into a predatory smile. Grabbing the professor by the shoulders of his coat, she steered him along to the bed at the end of the room and pushed him onto it. As the professor struggled to turn over, she pulled off his overcoat and then his jacket.

“Wha… what are you doing?” he slurred.

“Never you mind, Tomas,” she said, roughly turning him over and removing his cravat, then unbuttoning his shirt. The professor tried to resist, but his limbs were like rubber. In minutes, he was naked under the covers the Countess had thrown over his frail body and propped into a sitting position amidst plush down pillows.

Then a sound off to the side of the room drew his attention. The professor blinked uncomprehendingly at the sight of a twelve-foot reptile standing erect and making its way toward him.

The professor’s bewildered gaze whipsawed between the Countess and the creature. “Wha…?”

The Countess laughed as the lizard reached under the blankets, grabbed the professor by the leg and tugged. The professor struggled, but the drug had him dazed and confused still. It would have been futile as no human would have been a match for the powerful reptile. Raka began dragging him across the floor. “Enjoy your… repast, Herr Raka,” the Countess called after the retreating form.

As a metal door at the end of the room closed with a slam, Victoria stepped over to a well-stocked liquor cabinet and poured a splash of fine cognac into a crystal snifter. She inhaled the intoxicating fumes, oblivious to the muffled screams that emerged from behind the metal door. A smile touched her lips. She was a step closer to gaining the Shamir. Raka thought she was his tool. Well, he would learn who was using whom.

The room Raka had designed was a far cry from that of the Countess. He had no use for expensive baubles, but he had agreed to her foolish requests to keep her happy and compliant. His lair was more utilitarian. Its main feature was a metal table with grooves that resembled nothing so much as a trencher board. And with good reason, since its sole purpose was to contain bloody meat—which was precisely what now rested on its surface.

It had taken little time for Raka to consume the professor’s body and blood. The elderly human hadn’t even put up much of a struggle. His terrified screams had been satisfying, adding a special savor to this otherwise rather bland meal.

With the corpse almost entirely consumed, Raka paused. He could sense the transformation beginning; he could feel his claws retracting and his leathery skin gaining suppleness. Shaking his head, he tore back into the now lifeless professor. He would have to hurry to finish this before his lovely, sharp fangs became puny and blunt teeth. He sighed, knowing that getting rid of whatever he didn’t consume would be an odious task. He ate as much as he could to minimize the cleanup. He knew the Countess would never stoop to something like that.

The next morning at dawn, Raka awoke from a deep slumber in the Countess’s living area, his transformation complete. Naked and curled into a fetal position, he straightened and examined his new body, disgusted by the weak limbs and lack of wings. As he stood, he nearly fell, lightheaded from the transformation. He propped himself on a nearby table, then grasped a bench and sat with a thump.

By the hearth, the Countess muttered resentfully, “I did not sign up to be a chambermaid,” as she pointed to the schoolmaster’s clothing that had been drying in front of the fire. When she did not rise to bring them to him, Raka hissed, “Fetch them, Victoria. You know I will not approach open flames!”

Rolling her eyes, she set down her drink and took the garments to the newly human dragon, thrusting them into his arms. “Cover that pathetic body. It’s making me nauseous,” she said with disgust.

Raka took the clothing and pierced Victoria with a withering stare. “Mind your tone, Countess. Despite this form that I am forced to use to accomplish my purpose, I am still your master.” He allowed his anger to transform his right hand into a set of digits with wickedly sharp claws.

Cowed by the reminder of Raka’s power and stung by the rebuke, she winced and said, “Forgive me, Herr Raka. I have let this frail outer form cloud my vision.” She paused, then meekly added, “The previous human whose body you occupied was strong and handsome. I rather… enjoyed… you in it.” Disdain crossed her face as she looked up and down the professor’s form.

“I am no happier with it than you are,” he spat. “But since I may not directly interfere with the boy, I must be able to observe him more closely and watch for openings to take advantage of.” His nostrils flared, and heat flushed throughout his body. As Victoria stepped back in fear, he struggled to regain control of this despicable human emotion. He knew it could take up to two days to settle fully into this form, and any intense mental or emotional shock could turn him back into his reptilian self. With a grimace of exertion, he regulated his breathing and forcefully took control of his racing heartbeat. “We sometimes must sacrifice to accomplish our goals. So, leave me for now. I need to stay quiet. I will meet you tomorrow night.”

“Yes, Herr Raka,” Victoria mumbled, as she rushed out the door.

Raka sat on the armchair and resumed assessing his new body. As a changeling, he appreciated the reptile glands that were still a part of his throat. They increased his body’s adrenaline output and strengthened him than a human would usually be. He spat into his palms and inhaled with pleasure the acrid, viscous reptilian liquid. To a human, the odor would smell enjoy rotting flesh.

The Dragon savored his essence. Victoria might not choose the body he occupied or the modest house he would be living in until he had accomplished his goals, but she would cooperate. He chuckled, reminding himself that he still kept the supreme authority of the dragon. He picked up a silver candlestick from the table and held it in one hand, considering it. I might appear to be the meek Professor Meiss. He thought, but I am far from weak. He quickly crushed the stout silver piece into a twisted mass of metal.

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Serendipity Directs My Writing Process

In my writing process, I sit at my computer and compose whatever appears in my mind. When I run out of words, I get up and do chores, wash dishes or walk.  In meditation, I send loving thoughts and bless the story. Usually a character or a theme of the narrative will appear to me in pictures. When writing “Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure”, I was working an episode in the mountains outside of Munich, Germany. Albert and his companion Johann visit a monastery. Using Albert’s supernatural compass, the boys take part in the annual treasure hunt of Mary Magdalene’s Feast Day. Unexpectedly, in my mind, Mary Magdalene appears to me. She wishes to be in the story. The heavenly saint advises me to compose the chapter. After I write the episode I learned in my research, she remained the last thirty years in a cavern in the south of France. My husband and I were traveling on a Mediterranean cruise in a few weeks and would be near her last resting place. I arranged for a guide to take me to the Grotto where Dominican Monks have a sanctuary dedicated to Mary Magdalene. In the sanctuary, I pray to her and seek a blessing. To my right, a golden light appears I hear her voice, “Welcome Sister”.

Einstein’s Compass A YA Time Traveler Adventure

The Miracle

Though they were as eager as the rest of the boys to start their search, instead of rushing off aimlessly, Albert and Johann trotted over to the green lawn next to the monastery’s central walkway and sat down. Albert wanted to approach the hunt rationally. He laid the map on the grass and took out his precious compass.

“What are you going to do with the compass, Albert?” Johann wanted to know.

“I’m not sure, but I felt like it might help us focus on the clues and where we want to go,” he replied as Johann settled himself next to him, watching with interest.

Albert opened the top of the gem-encrusted compass and set it on the map as he considered the layout. The morning rays were reflecting on the device’s face. Looking at the map and then the topography of the surroundings, Albert tried to determine where they needed to go. He pointed to the chart and said, “The first set of coordinates is 47.58 north 11.118 east, but it’s not clear exactly where that is.”

As Albert spoke the coordinates, a beam of violet light suddenly shot out of the compass, extending to a point on the map. Both boys gasped in shock. They could not believe what they saw!

Johann gulped and whispered, “What was that?”

Albert could only stare as the light disappeared. Then he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as if he was trying to ease an ache. “I have no idea. It’s scientifically not possible.”

Johann regained his wits and grabbed Albert’s arm. “Yeah, but it happened. If it’s scientifically impossible, then it must be magic!”

Albert shook his head as if to clear the thought from his mind. “I can’t say it’s magic…” Then Albert brightened. “But whatever it is, it’s given us a destination. Let’s go!” He scooped up the compass and the map and scrambled to his feet.

Spurred by their desire to win the competition, the two adventurers scampered down from the mountain church into a grove of fir trees. As they walked, Albert’s gaze was drawn to a young woman dressed in a red cloak near the edge of the trees. Her dark eyes radiated pleasant warmth as she beckoned him to follow her. For a moment, Albert’s eyes met hers, and Albert jerked as if he had been jolted by a bolt of electricity. The woman smiled and motioned again.

Albert could only stare for a moment, speechless. Then, gathering his wits, he pointed and said to Johann, “I… I think that woman wants us to follow her!”

“What woman?” replied Johann, looking around.

To Albert, Johann was looking right at the woman. He paused, then said, “Never mind. Just follow me,” as he started off after the woman.

“Uh, right,” Johann agreed, a very puzzled look on his face.

The boys hiked through a meadow of brightly colored flowers and thick wild grasses. Their mysterious guide glided ahead of them, then stopped at a whitewashed picket fence. She pointed to a cluster of white, purple, and red roses inside the enclosure. “She wants us to go in there,” Albert said. His heart seemed to swell as her gaze crossed over him.

Frowning in bewilderment, Johann swung open the garden gate and stepped onto a pathway that led to the center of the rose garden. There was a red flag on a thin pole that reached over the rose bushes. Near the marker was a single gold rose laying on a mahogany bench, the sun’s rays glistening off its metal petals.

Albert approached it, making sure he didn’t disturb it. “Looks like we’ve found our first relic,” he said, handing the map to Johann. “Which of the clues does the gold rose to go with?”

Johann scanned the clues. “Hmm. I’ve been studying the relics of the monastery, so let’s see if my work was worth it.” Moving his finger down the clue list, Johann suddenly stopped. “Here!” he said, poking the paper. The clue read, “The founder’s prize.” Johann nodded to himself. “The gold rose belonged to the founder of the monastery, Duke Albrecht,” he said, writing: “Albrecht’s gold rose in the rose garden” next to the clue.

“Good work, Johann!” Albert said approvingly.

Johann nodded and looked up from the map. “Thanks. But your compass sure played its part. Have you used it for directions before today?”

Albert shook his head. “I don’t need a compass to get around Munich, so there’s been no need. That’s one of the reasons I was looking forward to this trip—to test it out. Uh, and of course, to spend some time with my best friend,” he added with a grin. “This treasure hunt is a fantastic exercise—a real experiment in a controlled environment.” Albert scratched his head. “But I have to say, I was as surprised as you were when I opened the compass and that beam of light shot out of it.”

“So that’s not what usually happens with compasses?” Johann asked, pretty sure he knew the answer.

“Not by a long shot,” Albert responded, his dark eyes sparkling with delight.

“Well, let’s open the map and see if the compass helps with the next clue,” Johann suggested.

“Right,” Albert agreed his curiosity now in high gear. This time, he was ready to observe the phenomenon, if it happened again.

Albert carefully opened the map on the opposite end of the mahogany bench from where the golden rose sat. He laid the compass on it and picked another set of coordinates at random. “How about 47.964 north, 11.202 east.” For a moment, nothing happened, and Albert thought the first instance must have been a fluke. Then, the compass lit up and projected a thin beam of violet light to a point on the map.

“Oh. My. Gosh,” Albert gasped.

Johann shook his head in awe. “How does it do that, Albert?”

“I have no idea! There isn’t a power source, yet the light radiates out when I say the coordinates. That’s…just…not…possible.”

“Yeah, but it happened…again!” Johann tugged on Albert’s arm. “Come on. We’ve got a scavenger hunt to win!”

Carefully closing the compass, Albert let his friend lead him toward where the compass had indicated the next relic would be. As the two adventurers made their way through the countryside, Albert saw the woman in red nearby. She appeared to be waiting for them. Albert closed his eyes and shook his head. He opened them to find her still smiling, inviting them to follow her. As before, Albert felt a tingling all over when the woman in red was nearby. It was hard to describe—a sort of joyfulness that overcame him upon seeing her. “Johann, there’s that woman in red again. She wants us to follow her.”

“Really? Where?” Johann turned left, then right, following Albert’s lead.

“Over there.”

“If you say so.” Johann headed in the direction where Albert was pointing.

“When we get back to the hall, I’m going to ask one of the monks if there’s a woman that looks like her living around here.”

“Good idea,” Johann nodded. “She sure seems to know about the treasure hunt and where the relics are.”

Johann stuck close to Albert as they followed the woman through wheat fields and lush, green grounds. Finally, they came to a pristine, crystal pond. Tall, willowy pine trees and wild blueberry bushes lined the shore on its far side. Johann pointed to a blue flag near one of the trees. “There!”

“I see it,” Albert responded, his heart racing and picking up his pace, not registering that the woman in red was now nowhere to be seen. Next, to the flag, they found a miniature pine decorated like a Christmas tree. Albert scratched his head. “A Christmas tree in July?”

Johann read the clue on the treasure map: “What did St. Nicholas adds to the celebration of Christmas?” Looking at Albert with a smirk, he said, “That’s easy! St. Nicholas started using a tree in the holiday festivities. There are several relics of his in the monastery.”

“Hmm, interesting,” Albert said clapping his partner on the back as Johann wrote the answer: “St. Nicholas’s tree near the pond,’” next to the clue.

“Thanks to the compass and your invisible lady, we’re two for two.” Johann reached for a piece of cake he’d stuffed into the pocket of his lederhosen before they left. He unwrapped it from its cloth napkin and offered his friend a bite “So, what do you say we stop for a minute and rest?”

Albert firmly grasped Johann’s wrist and shook his head. “Not until we’ve spotted all the relics. You can rest,” Albert emphasized, “when we have completed the course and beaten everyone back to the hall.” He placed the map atop a boulder near the sandy shore and carefully set the compass on it. Picking another set of coordinates, he said them aloud.

Nothing happened. Johann and Albert both blinked and stared at the compass. Albert spoke the coordinates again—this time more slowly and clearly. The boys waited. Nothing. The compass did nothing.

“I guess we’ve lost our edge,” Johann shrugged.

“Wait, Johann, the abbot, told us not all the clues were useful. Let’s give the compass another chance.” Albert scanned the map and picked another set of coordinates. “Find 47.968 north, 11.194 east.”

After only the briefest pause, the compass beamed a tiny light to a point on the map. Johann’s face lit up. “You were right! Come on!” Johann yanked Albert’s sleeve. It was all Albert could do to snatch up the compass and map before Johann had him hurrying off in the new direction.

As the boys marched past the tree line, Albert once again saw the woman in red a short distance away. She pointed to a farmhouse down the road, but as Albert and Johann stepped closer, she evaporated into thin air. Albert froze in his tracks, but Johann just kept walking as if nothing had happened. Of course, Albert realized, Johann can’t see our mysterious guide…only I can.

The boys walked down a narrow, dusty road toward the farmhouse. It was a long, red-brick-and-timber-framed house about 15 meters long. Behind the house, several chickens scratched in the yard. A green flag stood next to the chicken coop. As the boys approached the flag, they saw a short, wooden stool. On the seat, in a woven basket trimmed with fresh moss, sat a single red egg.

Albert smiled to see the flag. “Okay, this must be it.” He paused and wrinkled his brow. “But what kind of relic is a red egg?”

Johann smirked. He liked knowing things Albert did not. It was undoubtedly a rare occurrence. “The red egg was a present Mary Magdalene gave Emperor Tiberius. She brought him a white egg to signify the birth of Christ. When he saw the egg, he laughed and said, ‘I will believe it represents the Christ when the egg turns red.’ As Mary Magdalene extended the egg to the emperor,” Johann continued, “it turned red.”

“Really?” said Albert, not quite sure what to make of this story.

“Uh-huh,” Johann nodded, taking the map and writing: “Mary Magdalene’s red egg in farmyard” next to a clue that said, “What convinced Tiberius?”

“Well, I don’t know about the story,” Albert said, “but I’m sure glad your secret studies included the relics of the monastery. I would have had no idea which relic matched what clue.”

Johann blushed at the praise, “Thanks for saying so, Albert. But let’s keep going with the hunt.”

Albert agreed and spread open the map. He placed the compass on it. Johann pointed to one of the coordinates, and Albert read the numbers aloud. Nothing emitted from the compass. Albert repeated the coordinates, and when there was no response again, he quickly learned through the few remaining coordinates. Each time, the compass remained unresponsive.

Johann frowned. “Do you think the compass is broken, Albert?”

“Could be, but I think it’s more likely that we have found all the clues.”

“That sort of makes more sense, I guess,” Johann conceded. “If that’s the case, then let’s head back to the dining hall.”

“Right.” Albert carefully folded the map. “We did this together, and I want us to win.”

Johann smiled. “We did it together.”

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Evil Character Based On Real Life

Have you known a person who was evil? I have. Someone whose charming, seductive personality drew you in. Made you feel important and special just so they could exploit you?  The adversary in Einstein’s Compass, Raka, the fallen angel of light in Einstein’s Compass, is a narcissist. He possesses an ambitious sense of importance, who lacks empathy, is pretentious, and envious of others. He turned into a doppelganger because like some people in life; they turn into a double-walker. He portrays himself to care. Later, you learn bears a hole in his soul, heartless. Raka spends his time manipulating other people to do his dirty work. Calculating Countess Victoria Von Baden and Wilhelm Von Weisel partner with Raka in his pursuit of Albert’s compass. The dark twin was resentful of his brother of light, Arka. Twins, one dark and one light form the origin story of “Einstein’s Compass, a YA Time Traveler Adventure”. Arka the Atlantean high priest of light and healing represents integrity, wisdom, and love. Young Albert Einstein does not realize the compass his father gave him is from Atlantis and is supernatural. Wielding his otherworldly device, Albert’s pursuit to know what is time and what is light hangs in the balance of dark vs light.

 

The Dark Lord

In a dank underground cavern deep below Basel Germany’s the Black Forest, Raka stirred. The instant the number 33 had appeared above Albert’s compass, the power emanating from the device had awakened him from his centuries of slumber. His beady, red eyes began to glow as he came into consciousness, and his reptilian nostrils dilated as he tasted the air. The scent brought a smile to his lips, baring razor-sharp teeth. His eyes widening in disbelief, he shook his bony, horned head.

Not since the fall of Jerusalem had the twelve-foot angel of darkness smelled such power. “The Shamir Stone! It’s been so long…”

The fallen dark angel yearned for vengeance, not just on his youthful nemesis, but also on Arka, his brother, who had become a high priest in Atlantis. Raka scowled at the thought of how Arka had so severely undermined his progress in Atlantis before he had taken on his dragon form.

Raka chuckled then, as his thoughts turned to how he had masterminded the destruction of Atlantis. The priests of Light never saw it coming. Wielding the giant six-sided Firestone crystal in the Temple of Light, it was he who caused the disintegration of the entire continent. It felt good to beat my brother—and THEM—that day.

Pulling himself from the stone slab upon which he had been sleeping, Raka began pacing as he considered the present. With a deep longing for the sacred stone, he sighed, “To get the Shamir I will have to blend in.” He shuddered as he realized what that meant. I will have to appear… human! He thought, his mind spitting out the last word as if it had a foul taste.

With the supernatural stone of the ancients, Raka would rule the world. The deep, depraved, primal need impelled him to fight, destroy, and kill to acquire the power of the Stone of Light. I’ve made many attempts, only to be thwarted by those Light Travelers and the restrictions of God’s Law. Determination building within him, the angel of darkness shrugged off his anger.

As powerful as he was, Raka knew there were constraints. While anything was possible, not everything was permitted, and if he violated the cosmic law, there would be a terrible price for him to pay. He knew he would have to be patient and plan well. Immortality released him from some of the chains that bound his human nemeses.

Rubbing his jaw, Raka began plotting.

 

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We Are All Connected

Writing books began in the year 2001 when after being laid off after 9/11 I found an inner voice that wanted to connect with the world. During, the last nineteen years I have expressed the creativity of my mind through the portal of technology. Research on the internet gave me more information than I could use. Writing became less lonely when I reached out on social media to share my work. It surprised me to find a community of readers and writers across the world.  When I shared my work, friendships with writers like Carolyn Howard-Johnson and Jacqui Murray in California, Rox Burkey and Johann Wagner in Dallas, give me honest feedback, support, and encouragement. I discovered writer cousins, Margaret Tottle-Smith in England, Michelle Doucett in Canada, and Carol Hunter in Detroit. Marketing my work on social media I found professional friends like Kathy Meis and her team at Bublish. Podcast hosts Jeanie Brocious and Rob Brown broadcast to the world my good news. Movie critic Betty Jo Tucker wrote a poem of my novel, “Einstein’ Compass” and recommends it as a movie. Creating and connecting with the world through writing has given me confidence in myself. Little did I know when I began my writing journey the family, fans, and friendships I would find along my way.

Einstein’s Compass A YA Time Traveler Adventure

The Master and the Initiate

As Kendra allowed the wisdom, she had been receiving to settle within her. Akhenaten made a gesture while holding his consciousness on a secret, sacred thought and conjured an Infinity Portal. “Now let us consider the history of the Shamir Stone,” the master said as the Portal sprang into being. Despite wanting to impress Akhenaten, Kendra gasped. She knew this was the test Akhenaten would use to evaluate her readiness to be his student. Any sense of confidence she had gained as the master had spoken so freely with her evaporated as the gateway solidified, and tension-filled the girl. This was far too important to make even a single error. Just because Akhenaten had summoned the entrance did not mean she would be able to see the visions it presented. It was up to her to maintain the requisite singleness of focus for as long as the master instructed her.

The Portal itself was the size of an open book. Its surface had the appearance of a mirror cut from a large, precious stone polished to crystal smoothness. The students training to be seers would gaze within these Portals throughout their training. They would see the colors and the light and symbols of the spirit world. Their vision would deepen to the vibration and intensity of the world around them. They would feel, hear, and see in their Portal the emanations of the higher realms of spirit. Daily meditations and inner spiritual exercises would strengthen their ability. It was momentous that Akhenaten had opened a Portal for Kendra. She knew every bit of her training would be called upon to maintain her connection to it.

Master Akhenaten gestured again, and the Portal projected the holographic sacred geometric pattern of the Flower of Life. The floating flower pulsed energy all around.

Akhenaten closed his eyes and blessed the Portal. “We call forward and bless the history of the Shamir Stone for the highest good.” Akhenaten touched the center of the Portal, causing the geometric pattern to spin, saying, “I will use the history of the Shamir Stone to show how we search through time. The Flower of Life Portal is only for advanced initiates; those who have demonstrated the ability to focus through time.”

The master touched Kendra in the middle of her forehead, and she felt a tingling sensation. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them as Akhenaten said, “Let’s see if you can hold the energy long enough to follow the story as we go along.”

Kendra gazed more closely at the Portal. Despite her anxiety, her amber eyes sparkled with excitement. She had learned that touching a Portal without a blessing would not open the door of time. Only creating a clear, heartfelt intention would bring the best results.

As the Portal surface showed scenes of events through time, Akhenaten began explaining the mysterious Shamir Stone. “The Shamir was one of ten mysterious artifacts created by God at twilight upon the sixth day of creation.”

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My Crazy Oprah Story

My crazy story began in 2006. The real estate market across our country was intense. Home transactions for me reached thirty homes in one year. When the real estate market collapsed I was homeless, jobless, and penniless. What was I to do? My friend Sandi extended me a bedroom in her home until I could find employment.
By 2006 I published my first non-fiction work, “A Dream is a Wish the Heart Makes,” Now being destitute I turned to my sacred soul and my writing.
I observed the Five Steps to Receiving your Dream and cleared the path to meet my intentions. I recorded each day for the next 30 days. By, February 1, 2007, I secured a position in commercial property management. By the end of March, I moved into a condo near White Rock Lake.
What if I could manifest being in Oprah’s Book Club audience? When I had my cable and internet, I participated in the Oprah Book Club website. In early December 2007, I received a telephone call from one producer at Oprah who welcomed me to attend the Ken Follett interview with his book “Pillars of the Earth” in January 2008. In the last two minutes of the show, Oprah called on me to ask a question. I was on national television.

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Imagine that each person born is innocent and naïve to the world. As we grow, we learn that the law of cause and effect and our attitude have a great deal to do with how we experience our life: “as a man thinketh in his heart, he becomes,” and as a result, we develop a personality or self-image.

The way I spell image: I Am A God Energized Being. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. We are made of God’s Light and filled with God’s loving energy. Our body is a sacred temple living in our own Garden of Eden, where we are to be honored and cared for. Our mind and emotions are energy that fills our temple and Garden like a glass that is filled with light or energy. If we lack self-esteem or have negative thoughts and feelings, such as shame, guilt, apathy, grief, fear, lust, or anger in our consciousness, our temple in the Garden of Eden develops an energy leak. I call it “leaky consciousness.” If there are many feelings of unworthiness, then there are more energy leaks.

These energy leaks separate us from the wisdom (Adam/mind) and love (Eve/ heart). We are stuck either in the past, holding onto a past hurt, or in the future, trying to control the outcome of events. Often to cover up or ease the pain of the energy leaks, people will acquire addictions. Addictions of food, alcohol, drugs, sex, work, worry, and fear are all ways to mask our inner pain.

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Winter Ba Humbug

Wintry weather has never been my friend. Memories of snowy blizzards in Upstate New York as an adolescent remind me of intense fever and tonsillitis. Going to sunny, tropical South Florida when I was nine restored my strength. Since I moved to Texas in 1985 winter weather is like a roller coaster. Dawn occurs with conditions in the twenties. By noon, it’s fifty-nine degrees. Christmas 2016 we had a snowstorm that left two feet of sleet in one day. For two weeks businesses and schools closed. I recall how peaceful our neighborhood sounded. The sniff of firewood burning in fireplaces wafted the crisp air. One week into being homebound my husband had a doctor’s appointment. So, I pulled on fleece pants, sweatshirt, headgear and mitts to shovel our one-hundred-foot by thirty-foot entrance. Five hours later sticky and exhausted alerted me of why I despise snow. Yesterday was a delightful break for January. A frosty, misty twenty degrees at six am heated to sunny blue skies and fifty degrees by noon. I played golf with five of my friends. We had the rarest eighteen holes in weeks. Someday I would wish to retire to beaches and a warmer climate. I miss getting into a bathing suit in January.

Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure

Chapter 16
The Spider Spins Her Web

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The midday sun was finally breaking through the heavy snow clouds. Werner grasped the crumpled note he had gotten at the Dark Sun initiation a few nights back; a hastily written invitation from Countess von Baden to visit her home, Altes Schloss Castle. As he hiked up the steep trail, Werner could hear waves breaking against the craggy cliff behind the castle, which sat on a rocky promontory overlooking Lake Constance.

Werner was more than a little nervous about his meeting with this woman. He did not know anyone like her. He rolled his shoulders in a vain attempt to relax. The nearly three-hour train ride from Munich had left him tired and restless. He was getting in deeper and deeper with these people he hardly knew, and he wondered why the Countess wanted to help him with his initiation task. Despite the cold, his hands were warm and sweaty in the knit gloves he wore.

The smell of wood burning in a fireplace of the nearby castle made him melancholy. He really wanted to be in the familiar comfort of his family home, with the Christmas decorations around the tall spruce tree in the parlor. Instead, he was trudging in God knows where to find out how to do a stupid task that somehow would get him closer to the respect he so rightly deserved.

He finally reached the bridge that led to the castle’s entrance. He made his way across it and walked through the open wrought-iron gate. He found himself in a snow-covered courtyard, and he passed a statue of a knight from the Crusades sitting astride a horse, his sword drawn as if in salute. Looking around for the castle door, Werner saw a torch-lit on the western side of the courtyard. He walked over to it and found a massive iron key in the lock waiting for him. He took in a breath, stuffed the invitation into his pocket, and tugged on his clothes to straighten them.

Satisfied that he was presentable, he turned the giant key. A loud clunk shattered the quiet. A slight chill shivered up his spine as he strained to push the massive door open. Time seemed to stand still as he peered around into the grand hall. His heart raced when he gazed up at the soaring Gothic architecture.

His gaze was attracted by movement inside the room. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, Werner saw the Countess. She was walking toward him, cat-like, in her floor-length maroon silk robes, their black mink trimming shimmering in the dim light. Smiling, she crossed the black-and-white checkerboard tile floor and extended her hand. “Welcome, Herr von Wiesel. How was your journey?”

Her voice was sultry, and she ran her hands through her waist-length ginger locks, then flipped her cascading hair back over her shoulder. Her mesmerizing, amber, cat-like eyes seemed to glow, and they mesmerized the boy. Then his gaze was captured by a red ruby embedded in a gold spider hanging on a gold chain necklace nestled in her amply displayed cleavage. Werner sucked in a breath as he became more firmly enmeshed in her web.

He managed to tear his gaze away from the spider and licked his lips. “Uh, it was good. I was glad to leave Munich for a while. And please call me Werner.” Fighting to regain his composure, he smoothed back his hair, then crossed his arms.

The temptress said, “You must be cold from your journey.” She took Werner’s hand and led him toward the fireplace. “Come, sit with me on the sofa near the fire.”

As they sat, Werner was grateful to see that the knee-high rosewood table in front of the couch held a polished silver tray with a lavish spread of fresh fruit, cheese, meat, bread, and cakes. A silver teapot with a monogrammed “B” adorned the china.

Werner had last eaten at breakfast and did not pack anything for the train ride. That and the trudge from the station up to the castle had built up a monster hunger. The Countess noticed his glance and said, “Forgive me, you must be famished.” She gestured to the tray. “I had had my servants prepare a snack for you before I dismissed them for the remainder of the day. Please, help yourself.” He needed no more invitation than that and began piling cheese and sausages on a thick slice of still-warm homemade bread. He closed his eyes, inhaled in delight, and his mouth opened wide for a big bite.

The sorceress teased Werner by smiling and pushing his hand with the sandwich away from his mouth. “Not so fast. I invited you here so we could talk privately. Have you told anyone about your visit?”

“No, of course not. You were quite clear I was to tell no one.”

The Countess narrowed her eyes. “Not even Raka? Especially him.”

Werner shook his head firmly. “No, I told no one. Not even my parents. I just said I had to do some school stuff for the day and I might be back late.” His puppy dog eyes pleaded with the Countess to allow him to take a bite from his sandwich.

The Countess paused just a moment longer, letting Werner know who held power here, then, with a smile, motioned with her inch-long, blood-red fingernails for Werner to eat. The hungry young man turned his attention to the food and in just a few brief minutes had sated his hunger. Heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction, he slouched back into the depths of the plush couch and turned once again to the Countess. She had a half-amused smirk on her face as his eyes were once again drawn to the gold necklace… and what it rested upon.

“Do you like it?” she asked coyly.

With an effort, Werner brought his eyes to her face, and he turned quite red. “Um, what?” he asked sheepishly.

“The necklace,” the Countess said, leaning toward Werner and revealing even more of her ample cleavage. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes,” he stammered. “It’s very… I mean…”

The Countess laughed and sat back as Werner struggled to bring his thoughts to the reason for his visit. He was very distracted and was experiencing feelings that were unfamiliar to him. The Countess, for her part, found his discomfort amusing. Finally, Werner gathered his wits. “Countess, you said you would help me. Why am I here?”

 

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2020 Begins With My Hair On Fire

I read on a coffee mug “Being a writer is easy it’s like riding a bike except the bike’s on fire you’re on fire everything is on fire.” In the last five years, I have written and narrated “Do You Have a Dream Workbook, Five Keys to Realize Your Dream” and, “Einstein’s Compass a YA Time Traveler Adventure.” Each project inspired me with wild abandon. My Dream book opened my heart to learn my soul’s purpose to create with words. Young Albert Einstein who held onto his dream to realize what is time, what is light caused me to discover what is imagination and determination. By November 2019 Einstein’s Compass won five book awards and an opportunity through Allen Media Strategies to relaunch my novel. In the last few days, I burn with a passion to create a unique project that took seed last summer. The premise of my new historical fiction story is, what if Jesus Christ did not die on the cross? The narrative will be the factual family business of, Jesus Christ and how Constantine established the Christ legend. Here I go, on my flaming bike, no brakes, my hair on fire to explore the history, characters and an adventure I anticipate to enrich each reader. Stay tuned.

 

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Chapter 25 – Intervention

Forgiveness and love, Albert thought. Yes, forgiveness and love. Albert relaxed even further into his chair. The next thing he knew, his eyes were fluttering open. The auditorium was empty, except for him and Pater Benjamin, who sat contentedly in the next seat. Albert sat bolt upright in his chair. “Wha… what happened?”

“My talk put you to sleep, I fear,” Pater Benjamin said with a smile that lit up his face and his eyes.

“Oh, no… how rude… I—”

Pater Benjamin patted Albert on the arm. “Not at all, Albert. You needed to get some information on the other side. Since you don’t know how to accept that yet, you needed to be taken out for a little while.”

“Out? Out where?” Albert asked in confusion.

“Why, out of your body, of course,” said Pater Benjamin matter-of-factly.

Albert’s eyes grew wide. “What in the world do you mean? Wait, how did you know my name?” Albert was beginning to feel anxious. Something was going on here that he didn’t understand.

Pater Benjamin smiled patiently and with such compassion and love that Albert could not help but relax again. “Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?”

“Uh, yes, let’s do that,” Albert agreed.

“Good. So, let’s see…” Pater Benjamin seemed to go off in his thoughts for a moment. “Ah, got it. Okay.” He turned to Albert. “You’ve been dreaming about your friend Johann lately, and it’s been bothering you, right? And then you also have been dreaming about scientists and philosophers.”

Albert looked at Pater Benjamin dumbly and nodded.

“And these dreams have seemed so vivid that they have disturbed you, and you haven’t been able to eat well or sleep much.”

Albert nodded again. “I…” Albert paused. Pater Benjamin waited patiently. “…I think I am going mad,” Albert said in a small voice, looking down into his lap.

Pater Benjamin put a hand on Albert’s shoulder. “You are far from mad, Albert.”

Albert lifted his gaze to Pater Benjamin’s eyes and felt overcome with the man’s compassion and love. “I am?” Pater Benjamin nodded, and Albert burst into tears. “It seems so real.”

Pater Benjamin handed Albert a handkerchief. “There is a line of spiritual beings, Mystical Travelers, for lack of a better name, who have embodied throughout history. You heard me speak of two of them tonight before you were taken out for some other lessons.”

“Moses and Jesus,” said Albert.

“Yes, but there are many others. You have been receiving instruction from them in your dreams.”

“But why me?”

Pater Benjamin smiled. “You are in possession of something very sacred and powerful, Albert, and because of that, your karma has taken a very… interesting, shall we say… turn.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your papa gave you something unusual when you were a child, am I correct?”

“A compass.”

“Yes, it is a compass,” Pater Benjamin smiled, “but it is so much more, Albert.”

“I suppose I knew that.” Albert began to reflect. “It revealed clues on a scavenger hunt, and when I was just a boy visiting my friend Johann, it lit up with a number.” Albert’s speech was becoming more and more rapid.

“Thirty-three?” Pater Benjamin asked calmly.

Albert abruptly stopped. “Yes. How did you know?”

A warm light filled Pater Benjamin’s eyes. “Let me ask you a question before I answer that. Albert, do you know the significance of the number thirty-three to you?”

Albert shook his head. “How can numbers have significance to people?” The skepticism was apparent in his voice.

If he was concerned that Albert was skeptical, Pater Benjamin did not show it. Calmly he explained, “Certain numbers can reveal things about a person. One of those is their birth number.”

“What’s a birth number?”

“It’s the sum of the numerals in the person’s birth date. You were born on the fourteenth day of the third month in 1879.”

Albert did a quick calculation in his head. “Three plus one, plus four, plus… The numbers of my birthday add up to thirty-three.”

“Correct,” noted Pater Benjamin.

“So, what does that mean?”

“Ah,” said the master. “That’s the question.” He sat back in his chair. “Well, double numerals like that signify a master path. Those with double numerals, eleven, twenty-two, and so on, tend to be leaders. Thirty-three is a very rare number. Those with this birth path want to lift the loving energy of mankind. In short, they want to do good in the world.”

Pater Benjamin paused to allow Albert to reflect on his words.

“The thirty-three-life path will call you to leadership. People with this plan often achieve recognition through acts of compassion, love, and benevolence that lift up the world’s awareness.”

“This sounds like too great a responsibility,” Albert said. “I just want to learn about light and energy and science.”

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Hold On Tight To Your Dreams

The song “Hold On Tight To Your Dreams” by ELO has been playing on a loop in my head for the last few days. My first dream for Einstein’s Compass was to publish a hero’s journey that captured your heart. My second goal was to raise awareness of my novel. This week Einstein’s Compass won “ Young Adult Fiction of the 2019 Best Book Awards. This award is one of four book awards in 2019. The Historial Novel Society wrote a rave review. Amazon and Goodreads readers love the story. Now, my dream is Einstein’s Compass being made into a motion picture shown worldwide. A movie would increase book sales and spread the message of how a German boy who received a compass from his father was inspired to follow his #dreams of what is time and light and changed the world.

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October 1894
Called to Task

 

As Albert secured his bicycle at the side entrance of the Gymnasium and took his books from the basket mounted in front of the handlebars, he wondered what the Benedictine monks thought of a Jewish boy attending their prestigious boarding school.

Dressed in a stylish charcoal wool suit, Albert walked toward the front of the building. Mounting the steps, he took off his inky, short-brimmed, felt bowler hat and smoothed back his unruly chestnut hair. He was late. Again. But he didn’t care.

Dwarfed by the tall Doric columns, he kept his eyes on the ground. He didn’t even glance at the long wall scroll with the Bavarian monks’ black-and-gold coat of arms that hung above him. Albert’s pace slowed. I am not looking forward to another day of boredom with these dullards.

At sixteen and standing five feet nine, Albert was not an imposing figure. The mild expression on his face hid the firestorm of rage that brewed in his mind. Day after day, the same thing.

This rote memorizing hurts my brain. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Albert let his thoughts drift to his mother and father. He missed his family.

Melancholy came over him as he remembered their goodbyes in early summer. His parents left him with his aunt and uncle so they could pursue work in Italy. He had loved his life before they went. Now, he was stuck in classes where the boys were studying things that he had mastered years earlier. His guardians, unfortunately, were not as understanding as his parents about Albert’s boredom.

Albert stopped next to a column and leaned against it, remembering his initial discovery of the magic of mathematics. He had been only around twelve when Max Talmud, a family friend and struggling medical student, visited the Einstein’s for Shabbat one Friday and gave Albert a gift that changed his life. It was a mathematics book called Simple Algebra, and it opened new worlds to Albert, who at the time was in Folkenshuler elementary school. Albert mastered the text by himself and would delight in surprising Max with how much he had learned since the previous Shabbat.

For Albert, Simple Algebra was like a prayer book. He remembered his wonderment as the book began stimulating questions in his mind. Each problem became a puzzle to solve. Life was a series of “Xs” he decided, a series of unknowns.

Albert forced himself out of his reverie and reluctantly resumed his walk to class. He entered the classroom and glanced over at his friend, Johann. The teacher, Herr von Achen, was writing on the blackboard, his back to the class. Von Achen was a rigid and disciplined man on whom forty resembled sixty. His eyes were a bleak gray behind gold-rimmed spectacles, and he wore a perpetual frown under his balding head.

“The ‘late’ Herr Einstein,” taunted Werner von Wiesel as Albert made his way to his seat. Werner was his usual obnoxious self. The boys in the class would have laughed at the play on words, but they had heard this phrase numerous times already from Von Wiesel. His entourage did manage a weak guffaw as Albert slid into his seat.

Von Achen turned and frowned. “Enough, Herr von Wiesel,” he said in a halfhearted admonishment. Albert, who often challenged Herr von Achen, was far from the teacher’s favorite student. Additionally, Von Achen didn’t want to antagonize the son of Colonel von Wiesel, one of Munich’s substantial citizens.

With a disapproving glare at Albert, Von Achen began the lesson. “Today, we will discuss the mathematical treatment of astronomy, Newton’s development of celestial mechanics and the laws of gravitation. Does everyone have their textbook?” Several of the boys nodded, taking out their copies of Josef Krist’s Essentials of Natural Science.

Albert raised his hand. “With all due respect, Herr von Achen, what does astronomy have to do with physics?”

Murmurs and grumbles rippled through the classroom. Werner rolled his eyes, moaning, “Not again… Einstein, do you have to do this?”

Albert stood his ground. “My interest is in learning physics. Astronomy is a waste of my time.”

Herr von Achen turned and glared at Albert. “As part of this course, we are covering the five branches of natural science: astronomy, biology, chemistry, the Earth sciences, and physics. You are to learn a broad range of subjects here, not just one or two.”

I have already covered this, Albert thought. He shook his head in resignation.

Herr von Achen challenged Albert. “Herr Einstein, please stand and explain to the class Newton’s theory of celestial mechanics.”

“The law of universal gravitation states that any two bodies in the universe attract each other with a force that is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them,” Albert rattled off sitting in his seat.

Herr von Achen’s face reddened. “What are you talking about? Where in your textbook did you see that?” His anger building, the older man, spat, “And when I tell you to stand young man, you will stand!”

Albert threw his hands up and stood beside his chair. “Herr von Achen, I learned Newton’s theory of celestial mechanics several years ago. I read the Peoples Books of Natural Science when I was twelve. All twenty-one volumes.” A collective gasp rippled through the classroom.

Herr von Achen could barely contain his fury. “I don’t care what you read or when.” He grabbed the copy of the textbook from his desk and held it up. “We are working with this textbook and the information in it. So…” he continued as his body quivered and he slammed the book down on his desk with a sharp crack, “you can shut your mouth now and sit down immediately!”

Turning from Albert to the blackboard, Herr von Achen began madly scribbling as he spoke in short staccato bursts of scientific jargon. Albert wished he were anywhere but here. As the other boys feverishly took notes, attempting to keep up with their still enraged teacher, Albert slumped into his chair and pulled his brass compass from his pocket. He found endless fascination studying his prized possession. Pushing on the twelve gemstones like buttons, he tried to turn it on again. How could he get the number 33 to flash the way it had when he first opened the compass?

He was pulled from his dream-like state by the clock striking the hour and marking the end of the class. Albert put away his compass and gathered his books, happy to be heading for the door. Just as he was about to escape, Herr von Achen motioned him over to his desk. Albert approached cautiously. Herr von Achen pointed his right index finger at Albert and through clenched teeth growled, “Just who do you think you are, Herr Einstein?”

Albert took in a deep breath. “What do you want me to say, Herr von Achen?”

With a vein throbbing just above his brow, Von Achen spat out, “You come to class late, sit in the back row with your attention elsewhere, and argue with me whenever you can. Where is your respect?”

“Sorry, sir,” Albert replied, his patience at an end.

Herr von Achen leaned forward across his desk, coming only inches from Albert’s face. “Well then, perhaps you would do better somewhere else.” He pulled an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and smacked it against Albert’s chest. “You are to meet with the Academik Committee in six weeks. The letter explains everything.” He spun around to straighten some papers on his desk. “And, Herr Einstein,” he said with sarcasm, his attention on the papers, “be on time.”

Not knowing what to say, Albert stepped back and stared blankly at the letter in his hand. Albert’s face flushed as the idea of being expelled from school and having his plans shattered took hold. His thoughts raced. His teachers at the Folkenshuler tried to force him to conform. Albert found it suffocating. Suddenly, the whole place felt like it was closing in on him.

Albert bolted from the classroom, ran through the hall and bolted out the front door. The biting, near-winter wind smacked Albert in the face as he burst out of the Gymnasium. Running and out of breath.

He inhaled the cold air into his lungs. Albert tried to calm himself and take stock. He needed to be alone. Slowly Albert calmed down, and rationality returned. He realized he needed his bicycle. Keeping his eyes down to avoid engaging with anyone, made his way back to the side entrance of the Gymnasium. No one paid any attention to Albert as he mounted his bicycle and pedaled away. His heavy wool suit barely kept him warm in the fall chill, but he hardly noticed.

Finally, on the edge of campus, he took one hand off the handlebars to wipe the tears from his eyes. Albert pedaled fast to Gasteig Park and the bridge at the end of the Prinzregentenstrasse. He slowed before a bench in the formal gardens and set his bicycle on the brittle, brown grass.

Sitting back, like a lost soul Albert closed his eyes. He felt crushed and out of control and just wanted to scream out his anger with Herr von Achen. He gazed across the terraces where the bare branches of tall birch and maples trees quivered in the wind. Rising above in the axis of the Prinzregentenstrasse was the Angel of Peace, a statue of the ancient Greek goddess of victory, Athena Nike. Albert stared at the towering, golden figure. “My only god is mathematics,” he declared out loud. The sun began to set, and Albert shivered in the chill air. I need to be somewhere where I can think. He didn’t want to discuss this with Johann, and his aunt and uncle would be of no assistance. Then he realized he had the perfect place.

It was fully dark by the time Albert found himself riding past candlelit houses of middle-class families. A short time later, he arrived at his destination. Quietly Albert walked his bike to the back of the house and left it under a small canopy made for the family vehicles. He opened the back door and entered a quiet house. He was alone. Since his parents had taken his younger sister, Mara, to Italy, he had the family home all to himself.

He turned on the hall light and climbed the stairs two at a time. He opened the door to find his bed, dresser, and armoire had accumulated only a light coat of dust since he’d left them in the summer. Just being back in the familiar room helped to calm him. Taking a deep breath, Albert reached under the bed and pulled out his violin case. He opened it and carefully picked up his friend, Violina. Albert stood in the middle of the living room, closed his eyes and remembered playing the Mozart lullaby “I See the Moon” with his mother accompanying him on the piano. Profoundly missing his family, he began to play the favorite tune on his violin. As the sweet notes emerged from Violina, Albert started walking, then gently waltzing, around the room. He could almost hear his mother singing the melody and laughing. The folksy love song lifted his heart. Lost in his dreams, Albert let the song fill him.

Bowing the last strains of the beautiful melody, Albert found the memory of his ordeal with Herr von Achen intruding into his awareness. The warm Violina still in his hands, he opened his eyes to a dimly lit bedroom, abandoned. He sighed and settled Violina into her case. Feeling forlorn, Albert collapsed onto his bed fully clothed and fell into a deep sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day.

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