We walked to the van parked in the handicapped spot. On the side of the bright blue van was a huge diagram of the Gleeson Azimuthal Projection “Flat Earth” map. It was decorated with stickers and Bible verses to support its claims. He jingled the keys, hit the fob and unlocked it.

Getting in, I remembered how I had met this character, just days ago at the Flat Earth Convention here in Dallas. He had invited me to stay after, and I changed my plans and stayed with him for a couple of days. We got in and he started the van up.

“Okay. So we got these level zero humans and these level one giants ruling over them, telling them what to do… What about the bigger ones? Where do they fit in?” He began, pulling out into the parking lot, looking for an opening to exit the strip-mall.

“Alright, now from what I understand, around 2,345 BC the great deluge knocked them all out.” I started, ready to continue the enlightenment of my new friend.

“Great deluge? Noah’s flood?” he asked, pulling into traffic.

“Correct. And so we know from Egyptian glyphs that all the bigger ones died off. Every one of them. As a matter of fact, anything that wasn’t on the ark died. The only human survivors were of this smaller type. Noah wasn’t defiled by the first Archon incursion, nor were his sons. It couldn’t have been Noah’s wife, so it had to have been one of the son’s wives.”

“One of what?” he laughed, coming to a stop light.

“One of the giant’s DNA must have been latent in the wives of Noah’s sons. One of them, or all of them, must have had some latent DNA for the giant kind, because after the great deluge, there are no great buildings ever again. They all happened before the great deluge.”

“Like Cahokia?” he asked.

“Ah, you’re on it now.” I said, holding up a hand for a high-five. No high-five came, so I looked over at him.

He was looking at the side mirror. “You see that black Denali behind us?” He asked, distracted.

I turned around in my seat. Looking through the van’s back windows was a new black Denali, with black trim. 

“What about it?” I asked.

“It was in the parking lot earlier too.” I looked concerned.

I laughed. “You think it’s following us?”

“Stranger things have happened bro. Much stranger things.”

The light turned green, and he turned right, with no signal. Sure enough, the car followed us.

A couple of seconds went by and he seemed over the idea of being followed. He cleared his throat and said: “Alright. So before Noah builds the ark, or before it floods or whatever, these giants were walking around doing whatever they wanted? They were just builders and mad-men?”

“Well, yeah. Imagine all these bigger guys running around doing whatever they wanted. No one could tell them no. They would just step on you if you tried to fight against them. Nobody could stop them, I think that’s why Elohim wiped them all out. They were false elohim. They were the monsters of whom stories were told. That’s Genesis 6:4 right after He cursed their years.

“Cursed their years?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah, Genesis 6:3 says he limited their lifespan to 120 years. Cause before that, they were living up to a thousand years.”

“Nimrod ruled for 500 years though.” Nathan said.

“True. But he was Noah’s great-grandson. It must have taken some time for the curse to take effect. It wasn’t an overnight thing. He’s a merciful God. But, while we’re on the topic, look at Nimrod, he must have been one of the larger ones, because he banded a bunch of them together and tried to outdo a lot of the older buildings. And this was years after the flood. All those ancient monoliths and pyramids were either covered up or flooded… He wanted to bring back the good old days.”

“And reach heaven.” Nathan added.

“Correct. He defied Elohim, setting himself up to be his own elohim, and defied the Creator Elohim Yahway.”

“Damn.” Nathan added. “They’re still back there. Good thing I’m packing.”

I swallowed. “Packing? You’re carrying a gun?”

He looked at me with a strange smile. “Sure I am. I’ve got two in the van right now. You know how to shoot?”

I put my hands up. “I’m not shooting anyone.”

He frowned. “Fine,” and pulled into McDonald’s, veering for the drive thru lane.

“You going to see what they do?” I asked, a little nervous.

Without answering, he put the car into park in the drive thru line and got out, reaching under the seat as he did, pulling out a Glock 19. He tucked it into the small of his back, in his pants. The Denali had pulled in behind us in the drive thru, but when they saw Nathan coming, they reversed and spun out, then shot out of the parking lot onto the street and raced from view.

“Yeah, run away chicken!” He was screaming at them.

He got back in the van, put the gun under the seat, backed out of the drive thru and followed after them. They had a pretty good head start, and Nathan obeyed the traffic laws, so they got away pretty quickly. We drove a little way down the road until he spotted a cemetery entrance, slowed and took it.

“A cemetery?” I thought to myself. Well, it did make sense. Here we were in a bright blue van, with “Join the Flat Earth Revolution” painted on the outside of it. I guess this would be one of those places where no one would bother you.

He was still fuming. Turning off the van, he adjusted his seat and looked at me, dead on.

“Alright bro. Either they don’t like the fact that I’m with you, or they’ve finally decided to get rid of me.” He said it slowly, weighing his words. “Either way, it’s bad news for you too.”

“You know who they are?” I asked timidly.

“Someone in the D.O.D.”

“Department of Defense?” I asked slowly.

“Yeah, someone like that. I can’t be sure.” he said, then confided. “They do this a lot. They follow me and then run away. But this is the first time I’ve seen an official unmarked on me.”

I laughed. “Maybe it was the Smithsonian.”

He laughed too. “What? Why would they send the Smithsonian after me?”

I suddenly wasn’t laughing. What if it was?

“Um.” I began. “Because they’re behind the cover-up of the giants in the first place.”

He squinted his eyes. “Go on. I’m all ears.”

“They were the ones who stole all the giant bones and reorganized them into the dinosaurs.”

“Yeah, you were saying that earlier in the restaurant.” He moved around, almost facing me in the drivers’ seat.

“So right.” I began. “Somewhere around the mid 1800’s, when newspapers were really taking off and when industrialization really took hold of the U.S.A., people were finding and reporting huge bones from beings up to twenty five feet tall. Sometimes even larger, though these are harder to prove. But it was in May of 1846 that the Smithsonian started being built by President James Polk. He was a Democrat and Freemason and called for “Westward Expansion” the idea built around: “Manifest Destiny.” The white man, in the form of the United States government must finish subduing the natives, finish subduing the British, and kick out the French, the Spanish, the Dutch, and the Mexicans. It was a big deal.”

“Manifest Destiny.” He thought about it.

“Right. Polk brainwashed citizens into believing it was their spiritual duty to kill the other races. They even made paintings about it, showing huge angels and the hand of God guiding the way west. Like the Israelites in Canaan.” I said.

“And the Smithsonian was… What?” he asked.

“Curators of the unknown. ‘To spread and diffuse knowledge.’ They used the name of a deceased English chemist and his gift of land to the government to start their capture of all things mysterious. And was it any surprise that in 1842, Richard Owen came along and said: “These bones aren’t from the monsters of the Bible, but from a new race of animals called: ‘Terrible lizards’ – that’s ‘deinos and sauros’ in Latin… ‘Dinosaur.’”

“They turned all the giant bones into dino bones? How did they do it? I’ve seen a dinosaur exhibit, and there’s no way some of those could have been men.”

“Skeletal structures often disappoint, I’m afraid. Remember Egyptian hieroglyphs, how some of their largest gods had features of other animals? You think that’s coincidence that they would find a huge malformed head that could have been one of those dead Egyptian gods and just move a couple of things around and call them something else?”

He didn’t say anything, but had begun chewing his lip, deep in concentration.

“And do you think that they want anyone ruining their plans? With giant bones, they can only point to the Bible as truth, but with Dinosaur bones, they can point to Darwinian Evolution as truth.”

It was then, that four black Denalis pulled into the cemetery.

As they grew closer, I could make out the black on black stencil that ran the length of the front doors. ‘Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History.’