Earth Sentinels Collection

by Elizabeth M Herrera

  Haruto gave the young woman a half-smile, knowing her fellow Miko never really cared for him. “Yes, he’s fine now, but I saved him from being tortured by those aliens, and I’m afraid of what they might do to you. I strongly urge you to come with me. There’s a good chance the soldiers will come here again, if only because of me rescuing Billy.”

  “If you’re not here, I think we’ll be all right.” Hoshino’s words were tinged with aggression as she boldly stepped into her role as the permanent leader now that it was obvious Haruto would no longer be living among them. “Thank you for your kind offer, but we will stay here for now.”

  “You know me. Have I ever led you astray?”

  “You’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. Let’s drop the subject. Okay?”

  Haruto was disappointed. These women were like family to her, but she respected their right to decide for themselves. “I wish you well. If you should change your mind, call to me in your dreams.” She bowed, then disappeared from their sight.

  In the parsonage living room, among the mahogany bookcases and leather furniture, Father Chong sat praying in his favorite high-back chair. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice when the semi-transparent Haruto appeared, standing nearby. She had come to visit her friend, mostly because he had crossed her mind while she was visiting the Mikos. She patiently waited for him to finish, watching his lips fervently move, but after a minute had passed and he showed no signs of wrapping it up, she began to feel like an interloper so she cleared her throat to announce her presence.

  The priest’s eyes snapped open as he yelped in surprise, startled by what he believed to be an intruder. When he saw it was only Haruto, he released a deep sigh of relief, putting his hand over his pounding heart. “Oh, my goodness, you scared me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Father. I didn’t mean to—”

  “No, no, it’s fine. I understand. Where are my manners?” He stood up, motioning with his hand. “Please have a seat. It’s good to see you again. Tell me how you’ve been.” He lowered himself back into his chair, ready to listen.

  Haruto sat on the edge of the leather sofa, clasping her ethereal hands on her lap. “Father, so much has happened that I don’t know where to begin. How about you? Any news on when the church will reopen its doors?”

  “Funny, you should ask. That’s just what I was praying about.” He reached over, picking up a Bible from the coffee table, displaying its cover to her, which, for some reason, seemed to trouble him deeply, yet it looked like an ordinary cover to Haruto so she didn’t understand his concern.

  The priest used his finger to underline the title, New World Version, Holy Scriptures. “They’ve changed it,” he explained. “They changed the Bible! Can you believe that? Sure they’ve removed or added books over the centuries. For example, when they translated it from Hebrew to English, but now they’ve given me a version where the New Testament has been completely removed!” He repeated, “Removed!” to emphasize his point. “This is sacrilege! They told me the new Pope mandated this change, but I don’t believe them. He would never do such a thing.”

  Haruto wasn’t sure how to respond, or even if she fully understood, so she suggested, “Perhaps you should start at the beginning.”

  “Yes, yes, of course.” He took a deep breath, then began, “A UN leader and bishop visited me this morning. Sat right where you’re sitting. They brought along several armed soldiers who stayed near the door, which I found odd. Then the bishop announced this new version.” Father Chong tapped the book that was lying on the coffee table for clarification. “He told me how the United Nations wants only one religion to unite the people during this time of crisis. They took the Old Testament and combined it with the Torah and Quran to create a single holy book. All the major religions mishmashed together. Like it was a stew or something.

  “The most disturbing part is the bishop told me the changes were mandatory. That the priests from this point forward needed to act as intermediaries between the people and God, removing Jesus totally from the equation. This goes against the whole foundation of Catholicism.”

  He rubbed his forehead with frustration. “Maybe I should just hang up my frock and teach at the university when it reopens. I can’t profess something I don’t believe in.” He shook his head. “This is what happens when religion gets mixed up with politics. Truth doesn’t matter.”

  Haruto felt she should warn the priest that his decision to step down would, in her opinion, endanger his life, so she said to him, “This may be related. You remember me telling you about being taken to the alien laboratory in the underground subway? It was the day I became invisible—”

  “That day will be etched in my brain forever.”

  “Yes, well, after I left here, I met up with my old friends, who also mutated—”

  “Wait a minute. There’s more like you? Who just happen to be your friends? That’s a pretty wild coincidence.”

  “Normally, it would be, but you see, I met these people when I joined the Earth Sentinels…the Storm Creators.” She let the information sink in.

  A new awareness dawned in the priest’s mind. He, like most of the world, had heard of the Earth Sentinels when they created the supernatural storms to grab the governments’ attention. He was visibly impressed. “You’re an Earth Sentinel? Why didn’t you say so before?”

  She shrugged. “Not everyone was overly fond of us. And, in my opinion, the mission didn’t go so well.”

  “But still, it was an amazing effort,” Father Chong complimented her. “I feel like having you autograph my recycling can or something,” he joked to lighten the mood.

  His comment amused Haruto.

  The priest became serious again, asking, “So you think aliens have something to do with the new Bible?”

  “Yes.”

  He was doubtful, but decided to keep an open mind. “In order to hear the rest of this, I think I need a smoke. Do you mind? It calms my nerves.”

  “Feel free.”

  The priest selected a pipe from the stand on the coffee table, packing it with tobacco while Haruto explained, “Bechard was the leader of the Earth Sentinels—”

  “Wait, I remember him. He’s a fallen angel, isn’t he?”

  Haruto nodded.

  A shiver went down the priest’s spine. He couldn’t shake his preconceived notion of fallen angels being demons. “What’s he like? This Bechard character.”

  “Hmmm. Well…let’s just say he’s trying. But I have so much more to tell you.”

  He lit his pipe with a match, took a puff, then exhaled, saying, “Then start at the beginning.”

  So Haruto did. “Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Anunnaki flew to earth from their planet Nibiru—“

  “Hundreds of thousands of years? How long is this going to take?”

  She smiled. “Trust me, it won’t take that long.”

  “All right, then. Proceed.”

  “Their planet crosses our solar system every 3,600 years—”

  “So you’re saying we have an additional planet?”

  “Yes. With a very long elliptical orbit. The Anunnaki traveled here to mine for gold, but the digging took too long. Something about gravity making the work difficult and the workers revolting. But the Anunnaki needed the gold to replenish their dissipating atmosphere, so they genetically altered the next available species—our ancestors, the Neanderthals—splicing their genes with their own to create slave laborers. These were the predecessors to Modern Man.”

  The priest choked on his pipe smoke. After his coughing calmed down, he took a sip of tea to clear his throat, then, speaking in a hoarse voice, he said, “You’re trying to tell me that we were created by aliens. And not God?”

  “Yes and no.”

  “Make up your mind!”

  “Well, what I’m trying to say is, the Anunnaki came to earth, genetically modified the cavemen, and then declared themselves to be gods over their newly created slaves. It was easy for them to do. T
he Anunnaki aged so slowly they seemed immortal. They were nearly nine-feet tall, and brought amazing technology with them. And on top of all that, their first creations had no history to draw from. No point of reference. No longer Neanderthals, they had lost their connection to the earth. They were like ducklings hatching out of eggs—imprinted by the first creatures they saw—believing everything they were told.”

  “Well, I think you’re wrong about this one.”

  Because of her disastrous conversation with the Mikos, Haruto felt she needed to push her point a little harder. She did not want anything bad to happen to Father Chong should he decide to step down from the church. “I wish I were wrong. I really do. I know this is difficult for you, but from what I’ve seen, I don’t think I am. Please, let me explain.”

  “If you must.” The priest bit tightly on his pipe stem as he braced himself to listen to her words.

  She asked, “Can I borrow this?” pointing to the old unrevised Bible setting on the coffee table.

  “Sure.” He picked it up, handing it to her.

  Haruto opened the Bible to the first book of Genesis. Her semi-physical hands flipped through the pages. She quickly found the verse she wanted to share with him. “What I’m about to say makes more sense if you replace all the references of ‘God’ with the word ‘Anunnaki’.”

  “What?”

  “Stay with me. For instance, here where it says, ‘And the Lord God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to till it and to keep it.’” She looked up at the priest, saying, “Even the Bible states man was made to work for his god.”

  “I prefer the word ‘serve’, but that hardly proves anything.”

  “Yes, not in and of itself, but I also learned from Bechard that the first humans weren’t able to have children. They were sterile like mules. The Anunnaki preferred it this way because it helped them to keep the slave population in check, especially since they were living to be nearly a thousand years old. You have references in the Bible of men living this long.

  “So anyway, everything was going great for the Anunnaki until another race interfered. This race, the reptilian Dracos, the serpent, snuck into the garden to tempt Eve, who was hard at work, serving her god.”

  The priest noticed Haruto’s little dig.

  “Of course, there was more than one Eve, but, to keep this simple, I’ll refer to the collective as one.” Haruto continued reading from the Bible, “‘And the serpent said unto the woman, ye shall not surely die; For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as God…’” She expanded on this passage, “‘Ye shall be as God,’ signifies the ability to procreate like their Anunnaki masters, who had proclaimed themselves to be God. If you read further, to where the Bible says, ‘Adam and Eve became aware of their nakedness.’ It means they became aware of their ability to have sex and reproduce.”

  “I know what the Bible says,” commented Father Chong with a hint of irritation. “But your interpretation is a bit of a stretch since the Bible also says that God commanded them to be fruitful and multiply. They couldn’t do that if they were sterile.”

  Haruto argued, “Yes, but there’s no mention of children until after ‘the fall’, and even then, God curses the woman—telling her that childbirth will cause her sorrow, and throws her and Adam out of the Garden of Eden.”

  “But that’s only because she listened to the serpent—”

  “Exactly. Eve ate the fruit from the Tree of Life. The tree represents our DNA. She agreed to the Dracos’ genetic modification that allowed her to have children, and then she got the man to go along with it. Nowhere before ‘the fall’ does the Bible mention Adam and Eve having children. It’s only afterwards.”

  “But Adam and Eve in the Bible existed only 10,000 years ago. Yet your timeline involves hundreds of thousands of years.”

  “The Bible references a specific lineage. Obviously, there were other people already in existence. Adam and Eve’s children had to marry someone, right? The text is a strange combination of the original events and later descendants, which makes it confusing. The story leaps from the beginning and bypasses 200,000 years—”

  “I don’t care what you say. I’ve heard God’s voice. I know he exists. And I know he’s not an alien.”

  “Father, I believe in a divine Creator as well, but not the one from your Old Testament, which I believe was a cruel hoax inflicted on the unsuspecting genetically altered humans to make them submissive and obedient. Even the Anunnaki geneticists must have believed in something bigger than themselves. Surely, they had a god or gods they worshipped.”

  He shrugged.

  Haruto said, “Back to my original concern. I believe quitting the church could be very dangerous for you. The reason I say that is the Dracos, the serpent of the Bible, will kill anyone who threatens their agenda. They have been busy altering our genetics since the beginning. Busy creating hybrid humans that will align to their hive mind. They’re not going to risk—”

  “What is all this? Hybrids? Hive mind?”

  “Another name for the hive mind would be ‘collective consciousness’. The hive mind is what the Dracos consider to be their legacy because earth’s conditions have been slowly taking its toll on their reptilian bodies. To continue as a species, they’ve decided to reside within the human form, which they consider inferior, but necessary for perpetuating their hive mind. Those who connect with the hive mind are rewarded with positions of power, and those who don’t either get eaten or work in the mines, and then get eaten.”

  “Eating hybrid humans? I’m confused. Are they eating their own kind or humans?”

  “It is confusing, because we’re all hybrids to some degree. To make this conversation less confusing, I’ll refer to those who are fully connected to the hive mind as hybrids, and everyone else as humans.”

  Haruto took a breather, then said, “Let me sum it up for you. First, the Anunnaki genetically modified the Neanderthals to create sterile human slaves, which the Dracos later modified. Their modification allowed us to procreate, but it also altered part of our brain, referred to as the Reptilian Brain. The Dracos continued refining mankind during our evolution until some of us fully connected to their hive mind. For example, the UN leaders are hybrids who are carrying out the Dracos’ agenda, which includes religion, it seems.

  “Keep in mind the Bible, Quran and Torah all speak of the same alien god, so combining them wouldn’t be that difficult.” She paused. “But if you think about it, it would have taken more than a month to compile, translate and print the New World Version they just gave you. They must have planned all of this long ago.”

  Overwrought, the priest slumped in his chair. Haruto had painted a picture he didn’t find very attractive. He rubbed his forehead, mentioning, “Today has been awful. I’m getting a headache.” He sighed.

  Haruto was worried about him. “I can stop if you—”

  “No, no, it’s like a Band-Aid, just rip it off.”

  “All right. My point is, the Dracos will use you, me or anyone to reach their goal of total domination of this planet. Do you really think you have a choice about which version of the Bible you can use? Most likely the bishop is a hybrid. And worst of all—”

  “There’s more?”

  “Unfortunately. And this is the worst one of them all. The Dracos have technology that allows them to extract a person’s soul, or consciousness, or whatever you want to call it, and insert it into a hybrid fetus.”

  Father Chong weakly said, “That’s not possible. Only God controls our souls.”

  “But I’ve seen it—” Haruto stopped talking when she noticed how pale his face had become. “Do you need some water?”

  The distraught priest wasn’t listening anymore. “I need to lie down.” He placed his cold pipe in the ashtray, then stood up without saying another word, walking to the stairs, slowly climbing them.

  Faulty Alliances

  THE SANCTUARY WALLS glimmered ar
ound the Earth Sentinels, who faced the twelve Galactic Council members standing on the crescent-shaped platform. It was time to begin the discussion that would impact mankind’s fate for better or worse.

  Synege clasped her palms together. “Greetings. It is good to see you again. We understand the rescue was successful.”

  Cecile answered, “There were a few serious problems, but everyone is safe.”

  “We are glad to hear this.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And are you settling into your new home?”

  “Yes, it’s beautiful.”

  “Wonderful.”

  Bechard materialized in the room, standing beside Zachary. “Greetings, everyone. Sorry, I’m late.”

  “Hello, Bechard.” Zachary held out his hand.

  The fallen angel shook it firmly. “As always, a pleasure.”

  Tom and Billy acknowledged Bechard with a nod of their heads.

  Synege said, “It is good to have all of you here, although we, like you, wish it were under better circumstances. As you are aware, the Dracos’ UN leaders are controlling the human armies, and it’s only a matter of time before the armies are used to destroy the fallen angels’ domain, and then Alteria. We believe the most effective way to stop the Dracos would be to dismantle their hive mind. This would unlink them from the UN leaders and all the other hybrids on this planet. But, in order to dismantle the hive mind, we need something the fallen angels possess. Something they stole eons ago. Let me show you what I am talking about.” She gracefully waved her arms, and beams of light streamed down from the ceiling, banding together, forming into a holographic movie, playing in the center of the room. She said, “This is a scene from long ago.”

  The Giza pyramids appeared in the three-dimensional projection, but, instead of desolate sand, lush gardens surrounded the giant structures. The Great Pyramid had a gold-clad capstone with a beam of light shooting out of its peak, streaming toward the heavens. Standing at its foundation were two young fallen angels wearing black robes. One of them pressed his hand against the slanted wall. An enormous block of granite swiveled open, revealing a hidden doorway.