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Chapter Two As I typed, I began to have some very strange impressions. I could “sense”, or “see with the mind’s eye”, a couple of very funny old men looking over my shoulder as I wrote, consulting with each other, telling me where I needed to make corrections or additions, and even chuckling with glee when I wrote certain comments. They were hysterically funny in their remarks to one another as they oversaw my project, and they jovially clapped one another on the shoulder when I would finally “get it” in regard to a particular point. They were wasn’t until quite a number of years had passed that I saw a photograph of Immanuel Velikovsky and recognized the other old gentleman. To this day, I consider this experience a sort of figment of my imagination. But, on the other hand, as I understand things now, it could also have been a “bleed-through” from another reality, or universe. After Noah was finished and duly rejected by a literary agent, I put it away for many years. When the Internet became available to people around the world, and I had learned so much more myself, I brought The Noah Syndrome into a new form. Now it has undergone a third metamorphosis. It became the starting point for an expanded work that It is truly strange, in retrospect, that my efforts to “find my Ark” ultimately led to being “found by my Ark”... my husband, Arkadiusz. I knew that one of them somewhat resembled Albert Einstein, but it has taken me far from my original quest.