Chapter 1
"Some of the biggest men in the United
States…are afraid of something. They know that there is a power
somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so
complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their
breath when they speak in condemnation of it."
- Woodrow Wilson
Earth Day – June 12, 2012 - Time does
not exist here
Babalon
Galactic Federation
Headquarters
Unless this Council has forgotten, I am
not obligated to follow any of your suggestions.” Enlil, Military
Commander of the war-like race called the Anunnaki, dragged his
reptilian eyes to travel over every form within the chamber. His
nine foot tall body was draped in a shimmering red material that
covered his tough, dark green scaly skin. A pair of short, black
wings was tucked in against his back, and his head was reptile
shaped with a serpent like tongue and razor sharp teeth.
Beyond the Milky Way Galaxy sat
Babalon, a great oval ship whose flawless metallic surface gleamed
against the backdrop of space. Twelve races had agreed to come
together to discuss matters of importance. Many other races existed
in the Cosmos, and often visited Babalon but choose not to take
part in any formal proceedings. The twelve races had decided to
call themselves the Galactic Federation. Lately, the Federation’s
topics revolved primarily around the planet Earth.
The twelve representatives from each
race sat in a circular chamber, the domed glass ceiling exposing
the beauty of space. In the center of the room was a wide black
pedestal made from the rock of Jupiter’s moon, Callisto. On top of
the pedestal sat a small pyramid carved out of alexandrite, with a
glowing cerulean rock forming its capstone. Twelve high-backed
quartz crystal chairs circled the pedestal.
“
Enlil, you fight against
forces you cannot stop,” Thoth warned. On his home planet Sirius,
Thoth was known as a Dominous Gnosis, a master of many forms of
knowledge. As correctly depicted by the Egyptians that he had
taught hieroglyphics to, he was a creature with the body of a human
and the head of ibis. He and other Sirians had traveled to Earth in
the past to share and expand their knowledge.
“
You fight for no reason.
Let them go brother,” Archangel Michael said. He, too, closely
resembled that of a human except he stretched a good eight feet in
height, and his physical form was a perfect harmony of glowing skin
and taut, sinewy muscle. His gleaming purple eyes carried a deep
wisdom, compassion, and fiery spirit. That spirit became quite
apparent when in battle, for his white wings set ablaze when he was
called to defend what he and the rest of his race known as Angels
believed to be a just cause.
“
I cannot believe what I am
hearing. The last time it was attempted to bring the full power of
creation into form, we lost an entire planet, and my home suffered
the repercussions. Now, you seek to try it again? And with man?” As
his impatience and agitation grew, Enlil’s forked tongued flicked
out of his mouth with greater frequency. “I will not allow
it.”
Beside Enlil sat a member of the one
race that sided with him. The being had a small, thin body, but a
very large, oblong shaped head, with no protruding features. Its
eyes were oval shaped, lidless, and pure black. It wore no
garments, and sat with its long, thin gray fingers wrapped around
the armrest. On Earth they were called Greys. The true name of
their race was Zeta. They came from several stars within the Orion
constellation. The Zeta did not speak, but nodded on occasion in
agreement with Enlil.
“
Nibiru is not the home of
the Anunnakis,” Thoth said. “You chose to leave, Sirius. If you
would calm your war-like ways and find some balance within, the
Gnostics would vote for your return. “The Sirians were on a
constant quest for knowledge. The Gnostics were their High council,
the smartest members of their society and made all the Governing
decisions.
“
We no longer have any need
of your planet of thinkers who take no action, Thoth.” Enlil
snapped.
“
You cannot prevent it,
Enlil.” A soft-spoken voice echoed out gently from the being of
blue light that hovered above its seat. It came from the Pleiades
and had no form, except when it chose to make one, and that was
usually only when it came to Earth. The Pleiadians, as they were
called were made of pure light, often of varying colors. “They have
raised their vibration to levels that have far surpassed what we
expected of them. The Source will not be denied.”
“
The Source may choose
another planet on which to conduct its science experiments. We will
not relinquish our control on Earth.” Enlil slapped his claw like
hand on the arm of his chair.
“
How do you think you will
stop it, Enlil?” Another voice boomed in the chamber. It came from
the Draconika. His name was Anataboga, and he was a gigantic winged
beast. His long scaly tail was draped over the chair he was
entirely too big to fit in. He was stretched out beside his chair,
back legs that were much longer than his front legs curled
underneath him. One short, three-clawed hand occasionally drummed
on the stone floor, and his massive head rested on the other. Every
time he spoke, a small cloud of smoke left his jaws.
“
A matter I will not discuss
with you, Draconika.” Enlil looked over at the huge beast, whose
body nearly took up one half of the chamber. “I put faith in no
God, but the intelligence and strength of my race. That will
prevail.” He rose from his seat and looked pointedly at Michael.
“And may I remind this council that any interference with the plans
on Earth will be considered an act of war against my
race.”
“
As you know, Enlil, per our
peace treaty, we may assist the humans when they call for us,”
Michael said evenly.
“
Yes, when they are scared
of the dark they have created. But you may not interfere with our
plans.” Enlil hissed.
Michael sighed. “I truly wish you would
reconsider this course of action, Enlil.”
Ignoring Michael, Enlil waved his hand
in a gesture of finality. “Council, this topic is closed. May your
travels be safe.” He laced his claws together and gave a short bow.
A moment later, his form faded from the room. The Zeta said his
good-byes telepathically and disappeared, too.
When Enlil had gone, another Anunnaki
emerged from the shadows behind Anataboga’s chair. A cane made from
the trees of Earth was held in his leathery palm, and it supported
his slow movement. A glowing white robe adorned his frame, coming
all the way to the floor and covering his tail. A black sash draped
over his shoulders and touched the ground, as well. The sash
indicated his rank as the Supreme Commander of the Anunnaki. “He
gets his stubborn nature from his mother.” The Council chuckled and
Anu, continued. “I apologize for my son’s rudeness. He carries much
fear.”
“
Do not apologize, Anu,” the
Pleiadian said. We understand. It will be a good lesson for
him.”
“
There is some concern that
he may slow things down, though,” Michael said.
“
If Enlil succeeds, then he
was meant to. I remain an observer to these games, Council. It is
Enki, my other son who has chosen to be his brother’s
opposition.”
“
I agree,” Anataboga said.
“This duality will end soon, one way or the other. If the
experiment is meant to happen as we believe, then at the time of
Galactic Alignment, it will.”
There was a murmur of agreement around
the room. Michael sat in silence for a moment, then nodded. “Very
well. My people and I will continue to protect them when they call
from the darkness that they unknowingly create.”
“
We will help as we can, as
well,” the Pleiadian said softly.
“
I have done all I will do
for them,” Thoth said. The other races also agreed to do nothing
but observe, for now.
After discussing other mundane matters
concerning the galaxies, and the great Interdimensional Traveling
Vessel Races, the Galactic Federation adjourned.
§
June 12, 2012 - 10:00 AM
Alcyone Island
Dion Corporation
Headquarters
“
This arrangement was
dependent upon you staying close to Simone.” Dominic
Terenzio-Fidelio was perched on the front of his desk. A perfectly
tailored silk suit covered his round, Italian frame, and his short,
fat fingers were loosely clasped in front of him. Thick eyebrows
framed piercing gray eyes that were locked on Victor
Russo.
Victor sat in the chair in front of
Dominic’s desk, his hands tunneled back through his wavy, brown
hair. “I know. Look…” Victor dropped his hands and looked up at
Dominic. “I can fix this.”
“
She caught you fucking one
of her whore friends. You’re lucky she didn’t have the balls to
kill you.” Olivia Terenzio sat on the leather couch pressed up
against the wall. Above it hung a Van Gough painting that she
thought was both ugly and depressing.
“
Simone’s not that type of
woman.” Victor said impatiently, glancing briefly in Olivia’s
direction, then back at Dominic. “I can get her back. I’ll get her
to forgive me, okay? I just need a little time.”
“
Time is a luxury we don’t
have, Victor,” Dominic said, frowning lightly. “The whole point of
you marrying her five years ago was so if it got to this point,
you’d be in a prime position to feed us information we
needed.”
“
Or be a real husband and
push the bitch in the direction we wanted,” Olivia added before she
pressed a long, thin cigarette between her full, red painted
lips.
“
I get it okay? I get it.”
Victor stood up, buttoning the front of his suit jacket. “Just give
me a week. I know Simone. She’ll forgive me and we’ll be back on
track.”
“
You better hope those good
looks of yours pays off big time, pretty boy,” Olivia warned while
her pale gray eyes took in his tall, athletic build. Victor was a
handsome man, with a charming smile and a silver tongue.
“
One week, Victor,” Dominic
said.
Victor clapped his hands together.
“Consider it done, guys and gals.” Flashing them a reassuring
smile, he walked out of the office.
“
I’m not entirely convinced
he can pull that off.” Dominic walked behind his desk, sat down,
and began to clean one of his small diamond rings.
“
I’m not convinced Kayla is
so patient as to give him a week after fucking up like that.”
Olivia uncrossed her long, muscular legs, made from running five
miles every morning, and stood up. “This whole matter would be a
fucking moot point if the Brotherhood would just give the order to
have the triplets killed.”
“
Patience,
Olivia.”
Patience was one thing she was losing
the closer they got to the winter solstice and the Brotherhood did
nothing about the fucked up side of her family. “Did you tell Them
about Loki?” Days ago, a strange man who looked human, but
otherworldly, appeared in the house of Amadeo Terenzio, Olivia’s
cousin and partner in crime. The stranger had introduced himself as
Loki and told them that he would help them stop the
Ascension.
“
I did. I expect They’ll
want you to bring him in soon. They sounded very
pleased.”
“
Am I going to meet someone
in authority or some level of middle management?” Olivia walked up
to his desk and used Dominic’s gold ashtray.
Dominic smiled. “If Loki is really an
Atlantean, then I’m fairly confident you just might meet Enlil
himself.”
Olivia’s eyes flickered with
excitement. “Don’t bullshit me.”
“
No bullshit. As I keep
telling you, cousin, this game is as good as won. The triplets
can’t stop us. Our time is almost here.”
§
June 12, 2012 - 9:45 AM
Monte Rio, California
Bohemian Grove
Bohemian Grove was twenty-seven hundred
acres of campground. Nestled in a valley surrounded by high stone
hills and towering redwoods that were two to five thousand years
old, it was easy to hide what went on inside. Once a year, two
thousand five hundred men came together to enjoy two weeks with
like-minded individuals. Once a year, the true rulers of the world
came here to utilize the energy of sacred space for dark purposes,
and create reality as they saw fit.
The celebration at Bohemian Grove was
so secret the rest of the world could only speculate about what
actually went on there, and the majority of the population had
never even heard of it. Rich, middle-aged white men drank too much,
enjoyed a weekend without a care, and solicited the waiters (mostly
men) around the grove like whores when the lights went down. Six
out of the thirteen royal heads of the Roshaniya, what conspiracy
theorists called The Brotherhood, or Illuminati, attended the
Western Event (another was held in Rome at the same time with the
other seven) and made policy decisions regarding the future of the
world. Usually, when the festival was kicked off with a “human
sacrifice” signifying the cremation of care—a ritual explained as
nothing more than a theatrical production symbolizing the removal
of care for the two week vacation—the body in the bag was a real
human. The Roshaniya, as taught by their Gods, the Anunnaki, used
human beings like slaves. Humans were fitted into a system of
control, bred to work in order to survive, and their true awesome
potential was kept cleverly hidden. The news the humans watched
controlled them. The papers they read controlled them. The
State-run education system controlled them. They were taught that
their lives were nothing more than a mundane cycle of work,
reproduction, and death. Wars, technology and the duality of human
drama ensured they would never question if something more magical
existed other than their petty, everyday lives. Even those that
questioned never took it a step farther. Those that even came close
to the truth were labeled New Age hippies, or paranoid conspiracy
theorists, and nobody took them seriously.