by Manu Amun
Chapter 40
“The president would like an audience with you all in my palace.” He informed us.
“It took us taking Africa I see. Let him know that we will meet him in Kenya.” I told him.
“Will do.” The King said.
“He doesn’t seem to be the type that likes to be a middleman.” Nyema said.
“He won’t be a middleman or alive for that matter so I hope he enjoys his last days.” Skylar said.
As we made our way to Kenya the people were very nervous about our meet, as it had been broadcasted all around the globe that this meeting was taking place although the media attempted to put the spin on it where to put it in their word as “the president meets with the terrorist to stop the violence”. We did not even have Isaac and Dion cut the clips as we knew we had swayed the public enough with our symbolism that their efforts were in vain. The public knew what we were doing and there were more of us across the globe than the elite. But this was tricky as the President of the United States had roots in this country, it would be difficult to take him out here but by doing so a message would definitely be sent that regardless of who you are if you are on the side of the elite at the expense of your own people globally especially your ancestral people your time would come and he would be no different than the leaders of this continent who had fallen days earlier. We had Khafre and his warriors available but we knew we had to do this ourselves. This was a culmination of everything we had gone through from the time he first made war on us moving our family across the country and having us hide out like we were criminals when we were just kids trying to enjoy our life. Little did he know that those action would get us to this point, having us be the emblem of mercy and severity that would take a movement comprised of leaderless leaders pushing this world forward reclaiming our throne to make sure the development of this world was for the benefit of everyone and not the few.
As we saw his car pull up he was surrounded by countless guards we all knew that they were helpless against us. But I guess he had to feel comfortable even in the end one wants to feel like they have some power in the situation.
“So we finally meet. You all have caused a lot of problems around the globe for a lot of people.” The President said to us.
“That was the point. I am glad we were able to get your attention.” I responded.
“So, what do you all want money, power? I can give you both but you must tell me how you got that power and how we can harness it.” He demanded.
“You just do not get it and it is sad because you are one of us but no different than the people who have sat in our throne for the last few thousand years. It is not about any of that we have to return the ancient ones to their rightful place and remove any obstacles to that effort.” I said.
No sooner than I said that Nyema and Skylar went into levitation stifling the president’s guard where Bilal and I were able to lift the President with the concentration of our mind’s eyes focusing a violet blue flame which began to manifest, ripping him limb from limb his screams would haunt me for the rest of my life as he begged for mercy but we did not let up. As he fell to the ground with his blood forming a puddle at our feet we made our way into the darkness of the night in order to get out of the country as there would be uproar from our action in this country and the world over.
As we made our way north back to Egypt we knew we had one last stop to make and that was to the Vatican. Focused in our efforts and success on the brink we knew after that domino fell that was the Pope, we would be closer to the place we wanted to be with the world moving in a positive direction. We had to make an announcement to the people before word got out as it was better coming from us than the media outlets that the President was killed. We made our way to the local news station and called into Dion and Isaac to run our symbol for 44 minutes before our speech. Our address would be remembered for years to come.
As the lights hit I was tasked with breaking the news to the people again.
“Good morning people of the free world. By now you are well aware of who we are and what we have been doing. We have promoted the freedom of all people of ancient descent and those of any spiritual inkling who have been threatened during this war on spirituality. We have liberated concentration camps, destroyed symbols of oppression and ridicule, eradicated families and leaders which now includes the President of the “Free World”. He met his maker, us, last night in Kenya like others on the continent who ravaged and pillaged the mother of civilization days earlier. If you are not for the freedom of ancient people then you do not have reason to breathe air on this planet. We have one more stop to make and you can join us in the pilgrimage to the Vatican. The Pope was one of the people who gave permission to begin the slave trade and is the current puppet master behind the scenes knowing who the ancient people are and with all his power he uses it to hide our lineage and legacy to continue the dominance of the elite through the late President and other government officials worldwide who use to make up the United Nations. Other nations have an option to relinquish your power or face us like your contemporaries. But the Pope has no options and cannot escape. We currently have a mob of supporters blocking all exits and underground tunnels until our arrival. They will not cause any harm to anyone prior to our arrival however they are instructed to defend themselves to the death if confronted so please let them be. Everyone’s time comes eventually and it is the Pope’s time. Any Catholics who want to get sentimental by all means feel free do so but know that your efforts will be in vain as there is nothing you or anyone can do to stop this day of reckoning.” I concluded.
“Just drop the mic and walk out, we done.” Bilal whispered.
Me taking him seriously I did just that and we left the station.
“I cannot believe you dropped the mic on them like you was at a concert or something.” Bilal said.
“I thought you told him for some deep significance Bilal.” Nyema asked.
“Nope, this fool just thought it would be funny.” Skylar said.
“Really, Bilal, that was like international television audience.” I said.
“All things considered, I think that went well.” Bilal responded.
We were ready to end all of this, although the King of Saudi Arabia was a necessary pit stop on the way back home which we had not forgotten. It was a quick flight from Egypt to Italy. We were met with supporters on one side and enemies on the other. There were times we could see outside the plane where both mobs were going to attack each other and could not be held back by the police. I had seen we had caused a divide. Nyema and Skylar grasped hands and closed their eyes in that brief moment the crowd of detractors got quiet and began to disperse. It was funny that when this all started they were so concerned with getting the guns for our protection not knowing that our mind was our most powerful weapon. As we exited the plane our supporters grew even louder but I am sure by the look on their faces that they were confused as to what just happened.
We made our way into the car after greeting the mob and showing them the love and affection they had given us by just being there to meet us in our arrival. The car took us to the Vatican where we met up with some friends from back home led by Nomo. They were charged with securing the documents that were in the library of the Vatican which contained ancient documents by the ancient ones prior to their fall. These documents were to be a guide to the people on how to right the ship and get in tune with the ancient ones that lied dormant in the souls of their descendants in order to move this world forward justly.
As we moved in the Pope was there with what seemed over a hundred guards surrounding in. With a thought they all fell to their knees with their nose bleeding as their brains hemorrhaged. The pope stood in fear and awe of us.
“Than ancient ones have returned.” He said to us in a whisper.
With that he fell to his knees in submission understanding that his time had finally come to an end.
“I apologize for the way we have usurped this thrown of
your and made your existence horrid in the midst of our laughter at your conditions but what would you have done?” he asked.
“We would have never let you rise again. And trust me you won’t.” I responded as Bilal cut the head of the snake off.
With that a gasp left from our collective lungs as the journey reached its conclusion. As we made our way out of the Vatican people looked shocked that we made it out alive and began to run out. We gave the signal to Nomo to gather our ancient manuscripts from their library and to take it back home as we knew within those pages was a way to wake up the descendants of the ancient ones whose powers were no different than ours but lay dormant. As we made our way back to the plane to go home we received a call from Zayin.
“Is it finished?” he asked.
“Yes, finally.” Nyema responded.
“Well, I do not want to burst your bubble, but since Nomo left the newbies have been out of control they have been attacking the descendants of the ancient ones in your name for being sympathetic to death of the President who tormented them. They are attacking cities across the nation and we are worried that this will spill over globally.” He informed us.
“Thanks for the update Zayin, we will send Nomo to get in touch with his men on the ground and will be right behind him.” I told him.
“Nomo, see what the newbies are doing, I was not lying to the Pope when I said those of his kind would never have our mercy again and I mean it. Attacks against our people are never acceptable. So, you find who is behind this and you hold them until we get there, understood.” I told him.
He nodded in agreement and took his flight as we had to stop in Saudi Arabia to visit an old friend.
As we arrived in Saudi Arabia we were visited by the King at the tarmac which was great for us as we did not have time for all the hoopla of an official visit. We just wanted to conclude our business with him and deal with the conflict back home.
“Welcome back, I see all went well for both of us.” He said with a smile as if he knew he was in our good graces.
“Well everything is going ok for us I do not know if I can say the same for you” I told and with that Bilal decapitated the head of the Saudi king with his men looking just as lifeless as they were crippled by our actions.
“We will be back with new leadership that will better represent the interest of the people of this country any atrocities committed in our absence the guilty parties will meet the same fate as fallen king and make sure that message gets passed along.” Nyema told them as they quickly ran away hoping to avoid the same fate.
We boarded the plane to head back to the states which we saw as the heart of our revolution because of the work that was put into solidifying its foundation which we felt was being completely disrespected by the newbies who had no real understanding for what we were doing. This is our fault as we should have expected this from them. They felt our victory was theirs and saw this all as an opportunity to claim a throne of new power that had just been vacated by the global elite but we had to crush them and start a new and awaken those who could really transition to new levels of consciousness and were not here just to ride our coattail. But to be honest I was just shocked by their audacity to attack our people in our name no less.
“Can you believe this, we get them out those camps and this is their repayment?” I asked.
“We need to handle this quickly in order for us to awaken the descendants and push this thing forward with them empowered.” Skylar said.
“Has anyone heard from Nomo?” I asked and with that we got a phone call.
“Hey these newbies of yours are going crazy, it seems as a result of being around you all and feeding off your energy like vampires. They have been showing glimpses of abilities which they have not seen before. They truly have been fooled into thinking that they are now our equals and fight our people in our name. It is blasphemy my guys have located there next major attack and are planning to intercept them.” He told us.
“There will be no need for that Nomo. We will handle it, no action by your men will be necessary. “I told him.
We all sat in a circle and went deep into our mediation. The key to their confidence was that by being in our presence even if only for short moments and a part of our energy we had begun to decalcify their pineal gland which is an organ that gives functioning support to spiritual power. Through this they have been able to begin seeing glimpses of ability equivalent to an infant of a descendant of an ancient. Although they were no real threat, the appearance of a lack of unity was very damaging to all the work we have done. Being that they were only to be a distraction for our global work they were tolerated for the sake of our cause. But now being that the work was complete there were no longer a need for them and their actions made the decision of what to do with them easy. We were able to go ten times deeper than ever before and recalcified their pineal gland and prohibited their ability to take in oxygen effectively ending any potential threat they caused to any descendants. All of them in a blink of an eye fell gasping for their last breath as they perished. We were all able to see this happening and knew it was their nature to act this way thus this was the only rational outcome.
In that same instance we awakened all the descendants of the ancients bringing their consciousness collectively with us to the other side of the black hole infusing them with all the dark matter contained in the universe as we saw them being reanimated and made alive again to create a new world of new possibilities.
We had completed our mission and in this state we stayed, leaving our bodies behind and being Lords over this realm making sure that the fall which we had never occurred again. So our glimpse into the 6th sphere was accurate where we were sacrificed for the good of the people although our transition was not as dramatic as the crucified saviors of times passed and our cross was the infinity of time and space.
It was sad not being able to say goodbye to our parents but they knew that we had made the ultimate ascendance to the throne and were now the ones the myths would be spoken about. We knew they were proud and they work that we did would live on forever under our guidance and if necessary we would always be able to reincarnate into matter and experience this crazy ride all over again.
