by Alex Marcoux
“So…the Anunnaki left you here?”
“Let me continue. About thirteen thousand years ago, Enlil knew that Nibiru’s orbit would brush too closely to Earth, creating catastrophic climate changes. At the time, Enlil was angry at the rapid population growth and the interbreeding between the Anunnaki and the humans. He convinced the ruling assembly to allow the anticipated natural disasters to wipe out humankind. After all, at this point they had mined all the gold they needed. But I learned of his plan. I warned one of my human assistants, and instructed him how to build an ark. Sound familiar?”
“Noah?”
Kek nodded. “His real name was Utnapishtim. On the ark, three culturally diverse wives accompanied him. They ultimately produced the three ethnic groups of the world. And contrary to the biblical account, he brought DNA samples of most living creatures, not the actual animals. The boat was a floating genetics laboratory.
“But he wouldn’t have the knowledge to clone living creatures from DNA.”
“You’re right, Rachel. While my brother, Enlil, and the rest of the Anunnaki were safely aboard their spaceships, waiting for the storms to subside, I was with Utnapishtim in the ark. Remember? I had been banished to Earth.
“We survived, and perhaps Enlil even felt remorse over not warning mankind. He permitted me to bring life back to Earth. So, Earth was repopulated. But after the great flood humankind’s existence was different. The Anunnaki that had remained with me had no need for gold anymore, so we taught agriculture, and humankind became farmers. During this era, man worshipped the gods, which were actually the Anunnaki.”
“The ancient Egyptian gods were Anunnaki? Were the pharaohs Anunnaki, also?”
“The pharaohs were usually male children of an Anunnaki and a humanoid.”
Rachel had been dying to ask, and yet was afraid to. “Where does God fit into all this? There is a God, right?”
“There is a Divine Being. And that is part of our teaching in the mysteries. The Nibirians have known how to become one with God for thousands of years. This will be part of your wisdom, should you choose to join us.”
“Was Jehovah, in the Old Testament, God?”
Kek laughed. “Jehovah was my brother, Enlil. Apparently, Moses realized that Jehovah was not an all-loving God, and he had other plans for his people. When Moses was first presented the tablets on Mount Sinai, he was distraught. He had been handed the ten elements of their destiny, not the Ten Commandments. Their destiny was to help Enlil rise above my work. The original tablets foretold the seven-year holocaust where they would kill thousands of innocent people. Moses was instructed to hold onto the ark, because the combination of the chest and tablets would be a channel to communicate with Jehovah.
“Moses left Sinai disenchanted. He had led his people out of bondage from the pharaoh, into oppression with Enlil. This was the reason he broke the first set of tablets. But when Enlil discovered what he did, Moses was instructed to return to Sinai. Enlil needed Moses. He said, ‘Moses, if you were God, what ten directives would you bestow upon your people.’ Then Moses was instructed to etch them into the stone.
“Now, Moses was a moral man. To him, right and wrong were easy to differentiate. So, Moses actually authored the Ten Commandments. Then, Enlil brainwashed him. We have the technology not only to erase, but alter memories. Moses was reprogrammed to believe that the commandments were from Jehovah. To him, they made so much sense and he pledged his unwavering loyalty. So, Moses took the Ark of the Covenant, never really understanding its significance.”
“But you have it.”
“Yes. After my son, Marduk, left Earth, I realized the ark would be my only means to communicate with him. I’ve controlled it through the brotherhood that I formed thousands of years ago.”
“If the God in the Old Testament is a fraud,” Rachel wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. “What about the New Testament? If Jesus is the son of God, does that make him Anunnaki?”
“Both Mary and Jesus were conceived through artificial insemination. In Mary’s case, her mother was human and she was artificially inseminated with Anunnaki sperm. So, indeed, Mary was half Anunnaki, and she was inseminated, while still a virgin.”
“Making Jesus mostly Anunnaki,” Rachel whispered. “So it is true that the Roman Catholic Church misinterpreted the virgin birth.”
Kek laughed. “The church didn’t misinterpret anything. I control the church, I always have.”
“I don’t understand. Are you telling me that the Vatican is a supporter of yours?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way. But I can say that the Vatican is a pawn of mine.”
“The Roman Catholic Church is the strongest church in the world; how would this benefit you?”
Kek smiled. “Two simple words—spiritual repression. In ancient times, I was able to suppress people from seeking spiritual salvation by limiting admission to the mystery schools. The Roman Catholic Church gives people false hope for spiritual salvation.” Kek grinned. It keeps them from seeking the truth.”
“I don’t get it. How do you benefit?”
“As long as humankind remains spiritually ignorant, they won’t spiritually evolve, and I remain in control.”
Rachel stood. She wandered around the small room staring at her father. She felt lost, she didn’t want to believe him, but somehow, she knew he conveyed the truth. “I don’t know what to think about all this.”
“Rachel, look at three significant segments of humankind’s development: first farming, 11,000 BC; then prehistoric culture, 7500 BC; and finally civilization, 3800 BC. They all occur about thirty-six hundred years apart. There is no coincidence that it takes Nibiru thirty-six hundred years to approach earth.”
“So…the Anunnaki visit every thirty-six hundred years?”
“The Anunnaki send reinforcements every thirty-six hundred years. The Great Pyramid of Cheops was built to be a space beacon. To this day it still serves its purpose. My people have never completely left.”
“There are others, here?”
“There are millions here. Some are the most powerful people in the world, while others just blend in and exist. I’m their leader. Take a look at the life expectancy of humans over time. It isn’t just medicine that’s increased humankind’s lifespan.”
Rachel didn’t know what to think. “Is Whitman Anunnaki?”
Kek smiled. “Michael has always shown great promise. He serves on the Supreme Council and is one of the two that report to me. But he is not one hundred percent Anunnaki. I am Michael’s great-grandfather; I guess that makes you his great-aunt.”
“Who’s the other one that reports to you on the Supreme Council?”
“He’s a member of the existing administration, but enough of this. It is important that family members rule with me. Although Michael is young at heart, he’s aging and we need to prepare someone to succeed him. What’s your decision?”
“My decision?” she asked calmly. “Let me get this straight. First, I discover that I’m the daughter of some demon, and now I’m informed I’m part alien. My alien father created us to be slaves, and has attempted to spiritually suppress humankind since the beginning of our existence. He zaps people and sends them off to war whenever—”
Buzz!
Rachel jumped. The loud noise from Kek’s watchband startled her. “What’s that?” she asked.
Kek glanced at his watch. “That was your last call, Rachel. Ms. Mercer is dying.” Kek showed her the display on his watch. “She just flatlined.”
Rachel’s heart skipped. Had she compromised Jessie’s health by changing the voltage setting on the instrument? She was horrified.
Chapter Forty-One
The moments that followed were a blur. While blindfolded, Rachel passed through the wall. The abrupt surge forward announced their arrival, she yanked the hoodwink from her head and tossed it to the floor. She rushed to Jessie’s side.
Kek was right behind her and moved to the opposite side of the gurney. He f
elt her wrist. “She’s still alive.” Why would the EKG indicate otherwise? Kek traced the lead from the clothespin-shaped gadget on Jessie’s finger to the electrocardiograph. The plug was partially dislodged from its socket. He pushed the plug back into the notch and the EKG instantly transmitted Jessie’s heartbeat.
“Now how would the cable become displaced?” Suspicious, Kek’s eyes combed the area. Although they had been there a couple of minutes, and the electro-current machine was on, Jessie hadn’t jolted. Then he saw the “VOLTS” on the output display.
“How did this happen?” His voice rose.
“I turned it down,” Rachel admitted.
Kek’s patience was now gone. From a nearby cabinet, he retrieved a syringe. “I need your answer.”
“What?”
Systematically, Kek rubbed a vial of venom between his palms, mixing the solution. He removed a syringe from the package, stabbed the needle into the venom, and filled the hypodermic. He set the vial on the counter and approached Jessie.
“Rachel, I need your answer, now! Join me and Jessie will live,” He moved closer to Jessie and lowered the needle, waiting for an answer. “If you don’t join me, it will be painless for her. You will return to your life not recalling any of this.”
“You are an ass!” Rachel griped.
Out of nowhere a needle struck Kek’s neck. “I’ll give you an answer!” Jessie shouted as she struggled to inject him. She had waited for him to approach so that she could assault him with the needle she had concealed underneath the sheet.
Kek released his syringe, and it fell to the floor. With one hand, he grabbed her throat. He yanked the other needle from his neck. Angrily, he chucked the syringe on the floor. He flew into a rage. With both hands he seized Jessie’s neck. Relentlessly, he squeezed with all his strength, stopping the air from reaching Jessie’s lungs. The vein on his forehead bulged and his face, red with anger, hovered over Jessie.
Jessie lashed out at him, catching him in the face, in the arms, in the chest. The electrodes that Jessie had re-stuck to her forehead fell off. She was no match for his powerful grip. She couldn’t breathe and grew fainter with each passing second. Her resistance weakened, and on the brink of passing out, her arms fell lifeless to her sides.
Kek watched the life force slip from her body. On the verge of contentment, his sinister smile emerged but quickly vanished when he felt the sharp sting of a needle. His eyes widened from disbelief. Rachel couldn’t have done this!
He fell lifelessly with a syringe jutting from his back, sprawled on top of Jessie. Rachel yanked his arm, and his body tumbled limply to the floor. With the sudden cease of pressure on Jessie’s trachea, she gasped, restoring oxygen to her lungs.
“Are you okay?” Rachel helped Jessie from the gurney.
Jessie coughed. “I think so.” Her throat throbbed from where Kek’s fingers had jabbed. She felt for Kek’s pulse.
“Is he okay?” Rachel asked.
“He has a pulse,” her voice hoarse. Lightheaded, she staggered to the cabinet. Here she found the vial that she had used to fill her syringe. She read the label, “Diprivan. It’s a sedative.” Jessie picked up the other vial that Kek had used for his needle. “The other vial is snake venom. Do you know which syringe you grabbed?”
Rachel nodded no. “So, I either put him to sleep or killed him.” There was no sense of loss as she stared at her father’s body. There was no closure, either. “He has this machine that he’s been using to influence the UN discussions. Jess, he’s leading us to world war. We need to destroy it!”
“Where is it?”
“Come!” Rachel rushed across the entry into the BeMER room. Their motion set off the light and the massive star of destruction illuminated.
“My God! It still works!” Jessie mumbled.
“You know what it is?”
“It modifies behavior by bringing out our darkest sides. Ra built it. That’s how he earned the name sun god. The people never knew that it was a death machine.” Jessie approached the enormous machine. She had forgotten how beautiful it was. She fingered a diamond’s pointed edge. “When the slaves mined gold for Nibiru, Ra stashed some away to make this. Then when there was sufficient gold, he had the slaves mine diamonds.”
It was real gold and diamonds. “We need to destroy it!” Rachel had urgency in her voice. “In today’s economy, rebuilding this machine would be economically impossible.”
Jessie knew she was right. What she didn’t tell Rachel was that there were more of these machines scattered all over Earth, perhaps a half-dozen or so. How could she explain that the machines modified the frequency of the planet making it difficult for Light or wisdom to reach humankind? Or that by broadcasting humankind’s emotional turmoil the machines hindered humankind’s spiritual evolvement?
Without time on her side, she said, “We need explosives.” Jessie turned back into the hallway. Across from them was the laboratory. She pointed to the now-dark warehouse. “What’s in there?”
“Treasures. Silver, gold, gems, ancient scrolls, and religious relics. No weapons.”
“Relics?” Jessie was thoughtful. “Is the Ark there?”
“Yes. You were right. The Ark is a communication device, that’s how I learned about Nibiru.”
“That’s not all it is. Show me where it is.”
Rachel didn’t question her. “Come!” She entered the dark storage area, their movement setting off the lights. She led Jessie through magnificent treasures, to the Ark.
Jessie recognized it along with Aaron’s rod and the golden pot of manna. She lifted its cover with the cherubs’ wings, and set it beside the chest. Then she placed the golden pot within the ark and replaced the lid.
“What are you doing?” Rachel asked.
“We need the tablets, pot, and rod.” Jessie picked up the staff. “Would you give me a hand?” She grabbed the wooden poles on one side of the ark. Rachel took the other side and the women lugged the chest, facing each other, through the storage room.
“Jessie, do you know what you’re doing?” Rachel’s eyes searched Jessie’s as they hauled the heavy chest.
“Yes. I remember being a high priest.”
“What exactly are we doing?”
“The Ark is not only a communication device. Within it is an incredible energy that can be used for great things such as healing…as well as destruction.”
They moved into the BeMER room and Jessie worked quickly. She lifted the Ark’s cover and emptied it. As Rachel had figured out earlier, by matching the symbols on the tablets and in the chest, the Ark became a communication device. This time, Jessie mismatched the symbols, aligning the snakes with the ankhs.
Jessie set the second tablet in the chest. “We can produce an electric current by changing the magnetic field. The tablets look like stone, but insulated within them are strands of metal.”
A soft noise vibrated from the chest. The floor of the chest shifted and the lens emerged, but this time it didn’t spew light. Jessie covered the lens with the pot.
“Manna was the food that Moses and the Hebrews fed on during their forty-year trek to Canaan. Every morning they gathered it before sunrise, because once light hit it, it became inedible. On the sixth day, they gathered extra for the Sabbath. Enlil, Kek’s brother, told Moses to fill this vessel with manna and save it as a memorial to how God had fed them.” Jessie pointed at the pot. “The truth is, without it they couldn’t create electromagnetic induction. Gold is an effective electrical conductor.”
Jessie grabbed the cherubs’ wings and set the lid on the ark. She lifted Aaron’s rod. “During their journey, there was a challenge to Moses’ and Aaron’s leadership. Enlil couldn’t afford to lose his leaders. He was furious. He punished them with a plague, killing thousands. To demonstrate that Aaron had been chosen to succeed Moses, Enlil asked Moses to leave Aaron’s rod overnight at the Ark. When Moses returned, Aaron’s rod had blossomed. This showed the people that Aaron was God’s choice. Enlil tol
d Moses to always keep the rod with the Ark.”
“There’s more,” she pointed between the two winged children. The cherubs faced each other, their hands stretching to touch. “In the Bible, it’s speculated that God’s presence did not dwell inside the chest, but in between the cherubs. Here God housed unapproachable light. Even as a high priest, I had to shield my eyes because I would not live if I saw the light.”
Jessie raised Aaron’s rod. “The rod is a conduit.” She inserted its handle between the cherubs’ hands. A perfect fit. The little angels now held the rod. Jessie nudged the ark so that the rod pointed at the heart of the BeMER machine.
“Now what?” Rachel asked.
“It’ll take about ten, maybe fifteen minutes, until the rod ignites. When it does—we can’t see the flare! Let’s get out of here!”
They rushed into the hallway. It was Rachel who noticed that something was different. “Shit! The cart’s missing!”
Instinctively, they darted into the lab. Jessie’s pulse quickened when she saw that Kek was no longer there. “You didn’t kill him. Let’s get out of here!” Jessie said with more urgency.
“That’s just it, Jess. I don’t know how to without the cart.”
“What do you mean?”
The hum from the Ark had amplified. Rachel pointed at the wall. “That’s our exit. That’s where I’ve come in and left. But we’ve always gone through the wall with the cart.” Rachel picked up the hoodwink from where she had tossed it earlier. “And I’ve always been blindfolded.”
Jessie approached the wall. She placed her hands on the cold concrete, then turned to Rachel. “The cart went through the wall? Where?”
Rachel shook her head. “I don’t think it was any place special, Jess. It just drove through the wall. Look at the two sets of skid marks.” Rachel pointed to rubber marks on the floor. “They’re at least six feet apart. We came through in different spots.”
