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couple of times. When my sight returned, I saw a wooden chair
floating about a foot off the marble floor. I had never seen a
chair quite like it—cubical and plain with severe edges, a straight
back, no arms, and a solid wooden base.
    In slow motion,
I edged towards it—drawn to it because it was all I could see.
Where was I? I felt that I was stepping out of my familiar world
and entering another. I touched the floating chair and it remained
stationary, as if glued to an invisible floor. I climbed into the
chair and once seated, vibrations filled the room. The green light
faded into darkness.
     
     

CHAPTER 6 TIME
WARP
     
     
    The vibrations
stopped almost as swiftly as they began. The thickness of
nothingness wrapped invisible tentacles around me. I couldn’t see
my hands and I dare not make a sound. Had I been captured? Who had
this kind of technology? My eyes adjusted as the blackness lifted.
I felt as if I were leaving a movie theater and walking
outside—except this was an otherworldly light tinged with
bluish-green effervescence, the kind of hue seen in icy artic
waters.
    A voice said, “Daniel G. Sperling.”
    I jumped at the
sound of my name. Goosebumps crept up my arms. A very large man
wearing a black robe appeared. He approached me carrying an open
book that looked ancient. “I don’t see your name.”
    “What book is that?” I asked. “And who are you?”
    The man glared, “Prisoners are forbidden to ask
questions of their captors.”
    Another very
tall man appeared. His robe was a different color. The shimmering
reflection varied between white and gray-blue—a strange color I had
never seen.
    “The book is
incomplete. Not everyone’s name has been written in it
yet.”
    The first man shook his head. “He’s a Jew.”
    “Their time has not yet come. You are too soon,” the
second man replied.
    The two argued
back and forth. I couldn’t perceive if they were good or evil or if
they were even human. I decided the men were Israel’s enemies that
had just attacked us. Didn’t they have better things to do than
play mind games with me?
    The man in the
lighter-colored cloak said, “Each man is entitled to a fair trial,
and he hasn’t had his yet.”
    Those were the
last words I heard before something happened that I could not
explain.
     
     
    *~*~*~*
     
     
    The outline of
familiar objects—like trees and bushes panned into view. Further
away people that looked like trees were walking on a dusty road.
Then my eyes adjusted. A crow perched on one of the stone columns
of the overhanging portico screeched loudly.
    Had I been
exposed to a hallucinogen? I couldn’t remember what had happened,
nor did I recognize my surroundings.
    I saw no
synagogue or anything resembling the Old City. Instead, I appeared
to be sitting in a small portico on a stone walkway that led to a
stone building. The Hebrew sign at the front entrance said “Jacob’s
Inn.”
    Sitting beside
me were two men. One man appeared to be slightly older. Their
clothing was similar to what the Bedouin wore—a tunic with an outer
cloak. They were speaking in Aramaic.
    I glanced at my
clothes. I was wearing a tunic and cloak like theirs—of earthen
colors. My sandals were also strange.
    One of the two
men sitting near me said, “You don’t look so well, fellow. Are you
all right?”
    I blinked. “I don’t know. Where am I?”
    The two
exchanged glances. The older man knelt in front of me, examining my
face. “I think you need a doctor,” he said. “You have a cut on your
forehead.”
    “I do?” I put up my hand and felt blood. “I don’t
remember cutting myself.”
    “Let me get the doctor.” The man grabbed his walking
stick and hobbled inside Jacob’s Inn.
    The younger man
who had been sitting with him made idle conversation. “My name is
Ami.” He reached out his hand.
    “I’m Daniel.” I shook his hand back.
    “The doctor will be here in a minute,” Ami said.
    “Thank you.”
    “So who do you
think the man