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by BSmith

  Marcello nodded, watching Matthew climb out of the car.

  Two weeks later, Matthew DeMarco was shot and killed while walking home after a late night at work. The police called it a robbery. Marcello called it even.

  The Now

  "We can't let things go on like this. The world needs to change."

  -Marilyn Terenzio

  Chapter 7

  "The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."

  -Albert Einstein

  June 12, 2012 - 11:21 AM

  S.V.T. Think Tank

  Alexandria, VA

  I need you to pull back to Corrediago Ortiz, Grams.”

  “What’s the story, lovie?” Dr. Angela Knoxx, a.k.a Grams, pushed back the wide brim of her hat and peered at Derek through the small screen.

  “Boss’s orders. He thinks that if we’ve found what we think we’ve found, the bad guys are going to come after you. So, back track until reinforcements get there,” Derek said.

  “How long until reinforcements get here?”

  “I’m not sure. He’s given us a hell of an assignment in the meantime.”

  “Do tell.”

  “I’ll send you all the details as soon as we get them. Robert should be here either today or tomorrow. And listen, I don’t want you guys to be idle, either. Do a little snooping and see what the locals know about the place. If you can get some hard evidence on where the Brotherhood of Light might be, all the better.” Grams had heard stories from the locals of a group of holy beings that had formed a coven, were hiding in the remains of the Mayan Cities, and called themselves the Brotherhood of Light.

  Grams nodded. “I’m sure we can find something. All myths start from fact.”

  “True. If you need anything else, just call.”

  “Will do, lovie. How are things between you and my granddaughter?”

  Derek spared a quick glance over at Shirley, where she stood with Abe. He smiled as he looked back down at the phone. “Just fine, Grams.”

  “Don’t wait forever. Those are my words of wisdom for the day.” She winked. “We’ll let you know when we’re back in Ortiz.”

  Derek cleared his throat, hoping his ears weren’t turning red. “I won’t. Wait forever, that is. It’s just not the right time. Talk to you soon Grams.” He quickly hung up, took a second to compose himself, and walked back into the lab. “Grams is going to break down camp. What are the results from my meditation session?”

  “We were just talking about that. It’s actually pretty interesting.” Abe rolled the chair over to his computer screen and brought up the results. “The average adult takes twelve to twenty breaths per second. For the last fifteen minutes of your session, you were down to 5. Tibetan Monks can get theirs down to 3, so that’s impressive.” He glanced over at the amused look Shirley was giving him and shrugged. “I was curious so I Googled it. Anyway, we also saw increased blood flow to the brain, a decrease in stress hormones, and greater muscle relaxation. You were in a Theta brainwave state, commonly seen in people who are day dreaming. People are also prone to get a lot of creative ideas while in this state, which makes sense because we saw a serious increase in functional awareness. The left prefrontal cortex was also extremely active, and we all know that’s the part of the brain that mediates our moods and emotions.”

  Derek walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup while he listened. “What else?”

  Shirley hip bumped Abe from the front of the computer, and picked up the stylus, touching it to the screen to move aside one window and bring forward another. “You started out visualizing, right?”

  Derek nodded. “The chakras, like you suggested.”

  “While you were doing that, your pineal gland was quite active. The pineal gland, that pine cone shaped gland in the center of our brain, produces melatonin and that affects our sleep/awake patterns. It’s also filled with water. Think back to the discussion we had about how the mind can affect water and that information becomes really interesting. It also has the same rods and cones on its interior that are found in your eyes,” Shirley said.

  “I did not know that,” Derek admitted.

  “It’s not common knowledge. The pineal gland, specifically yours while you were meditating, was producing Dimethyltryptamine, DMT.”

  Derek’s brow lifted. “Like the DMT found in yopo and ajahusaca?”

  “Those exact Shamanic potions. DMT is directly associated with time dilation, journeys to paranormal realms, even encounters with mystical beings,” Shirley said.

  Derek gave a little shake of his head. “Wow.”

  “From what I’ve briefly read, your experience, on a biological level, is pretty standard.” Shirley dropped the stylus, turning to look at Derek. “Studies are showing that people who continue this practice for years are actually making the brain stronger, in the same way you exercise your muscles. This also directly relates to body functions, like your nervous system.”

  “I did not know meditation could be so effective in improving yourself.” Derek took a thoughtful sip from his coffee mug. “That’s really fascinating.”

  “How was it for you?” Abe asked.

  “I really enjoyed it. There were some moments of utter stillness, and peace. I felt loved. I felt a lot of love, actually, and I don’t know where it came from. I also had this feeling…” He paused, searching for the right word. “It’s hard to explain. Like there was something just beyond my consciousness, and I was approaching it. But I couldn’t tell you what that was. Just a sense of something otherworldly.”

  “How do you feel now?” Shirley asked.

  “I feel great,” Derek said, smiling. “Despite the magnitude of what’s going on around us, I feel very relaxed and very clear.”

  “Well, hang onto that brain power, buddy. We’re going to need it, if we’re going to build something of Nicola Tesla’s six times in less than six months.” Abe stacked his feet up on the table.

  “Why don’t you go try it?” Derek suggested.

  “I think that’s a great idea.” Shirley looked over at Abe.

  Abe pursed his lips together in thought, eyeballing the Orgone Accumulator. “Nah. Not yet. Why don’t you go for it, Shirley?”

  “Chicken.” Shirley teased, but took off her lab coat. “I’ll go.”

  §

  Earth Day - June 13, 2012 – time does not exist here

  Hevan

  Machanon City

  Hevan was simply stunning. Alex found its otherworldly beauty incomparable. Everything held a consciousness, and here you could really feel it. The trees looked life-like in their tall, reverent silence, beckoning a companion to share stories with. Buildings of smooth white stone and sparkling crystal dotted hills and decorated valleys. The sky was so unlike that of Earth’s. It was an infinite window, an unobtrusive view of the beauty of the cosmos. Hevan’s two purple moons hung low and majestically in the sky, surrounded by slyly winking stars whose light challenged the black backdrop they sat against.

  “Gabriel and I love this view.” Archangel Michael walked out onto the balcony and stood next to Alex, smiling serenely.

  Alex’s brows furrowed in amusement, right before his laughter came. “Forgive me, Michael, I’m just not used to hearing that.”

  Michael smiled. “I know. It would be quite sacrilegious in your world to go around spreading rumors that Michael the angel has spent the last three hundred years with a male angel.”

  “You can just imagine the uproar from certain religious factions,” Alex said through his laughter.

  “Your race is going to get quite the kick out of the real stories.” Michael’s eyes glowed with his humor as he showed Alex into the sitting room.

  “I have to say, I’m a little surprised to be here, Michael. I was told the Brotherhood of Light, or rather the Ascended Masters, sent for me.” The Ascended Masters were twelve souls that had broken t
hrough the veil and been able to manifest their projected realities instantly. Jesus, whose very existence had come into question thanks to the clever manipulation of the Anunnaki, and the Brotherhood, was the most famous example of those men and women.

  “They did, but since it is such a busy time on Earth, they implored me to share this information with you,” Michael said.

  Alex nodded once. “Do you mind if I have a cigar while we speak?”

  “Not at all. I’ll have one with you.”

  Alex removed two Cao golds and Michael used the tip of his finger to light both before he continued. “As unfortunate as violence is, on a soul level, the thirteen members of the Brotherhood have agreed to be forcefully removed from their current lifetime.” Before coming into physical form on planet Earth, some souls had chosen to pick how their bodies would die.

  “So, we can proceed as planned.”

  “Yes. Your weather predictions are nearly accurate. There will be some minor earthquakes, and flooding, but nothing of disastrous proportions; small hiccups as the Earth aligns with the Dark Rift, the center of your galaxy. It is extremely important the Terenzios accomplish their mission, especially where ELMINT is concerned.”

  Alex nodded. “I assumed as much.”

  “The destruction of the Global Satellite System and electrical grids worldwide will open the door to the new technologies of the future.”

  “There is some concern as to how we will be able to communicate during that juncture.”

  “The Sirians, while wishing primarily to just observe, have agreed to donate the devices you’ll need.” When Michael released the smoke from his cigar, a pair of wings formed in the thin wisps.

  Amusement drifted briefly over Alex’s face. “What’s in the Cave of Creation, Michael?”

  Michael smiled. “The most important part of all of this. The Akashic Records are there. If it is not opened, the activation energy that will come from the Dark Rift will be nearly pointless.”

  Alex’s eyes widened. “So, they do exist.” The Akashic Records were the history of every soul on the planet. Not just memories, but thoughts, feelings, intentions, reaching all the way back to the dawn of creation. The humans of Earth had lived in a state of forgetfulness about life before their birth. The limitation of their knowledge had been necessary, but that time was quickly passing.

  “Of course, they do. There is not a race in the cosmos that does not have their own Akashic Records. There is a very, very large one, safe guarded by the Pleiadians that contains the memories of the source itself.”

  “That must be an amazing sight.” Alex puffed on his cigar, his exhalation of smoke not nearly as entertaining as Michael’s. “This will work, yes? The Ascension?”

  Michel smiled reassuringly. “To speak in mathematical terms, the vibration of a fully awake human is so powerful that it only requires 144,000 people, worldwide, to be able to carry the light of love, twenty fours a day, seven days a week, to push you past the veil. You reached that number in 2010, a few months after the oil spill in your Gulf of Mexico. It will happen, Alexandro. Do not fear.”

  “I know I shouldn’t worry, but no man, or other race, will give up control so easily. Especially when he claims dominion over so much.”

  “Let Enki and me concern ourselves with that.”

  Alex slowly nodded. “Would you answer a few questions I have?”

  “Of course.”

  “Has the Peruvian door always been a, well, portal to your world?” In Southern Peru, in the Hayu Marca mountain region, a place local Indians called “City of the Gods,” was a door carved out of natural rock. Alexandro had used the door and the required key, a small square stone tablet engraved with unique writing that Alexandro suspected was the language of the Angels, to travel to Hevan.

  Michael smiled. “Yes. Centuries ago, we spoke frequently with the people who lived in that region. When Enlil found out, he had the key hidden away. We were quite pleased when your allies stole it back.”

  Alex chuckled. “Liliana was very good at that. One last question, what is the true meaning of a fallen angel?”

  Amusement drifted across Michael’s face. “I’m a fallen angel, Alexandro. Or, I was.”

  Alex quirked a brow. “I’m very interested to hear the story behind that.”

  “Long before the Anunnaki visited your race, the Angels and the Anunnaki shared a love of war-mongering. We were a military people, almost like your Spartans. We were bred to be beautiful, strong, civilized warriors of the sky and ground. Our King was Samael, the best of us. He had a young face, always wore a flowing cloak around his wings, and had long red hair tied to a ponytail. A pentagram was engraved on his breastplate. He was an Angel of Death, one of the fiercest warriors I have ever seen, and my teacher for a time.” A faraway look came to sit in Michael’s eyes. “I shall never forget him. “

  “You are not a war-mongering people now. What happened?”

  Michael looked back at Alexandro and his mouth quirked. “Lilith and Lucifer. Our own Jesus and Mary, you might say. We had no faith, no spirituality of any sort, until they came along. It was Lilith who opened up our Akashic records and made us see. She did this during the time we and the Anunnaki were on your planet. We were assisting the Anunnaki in their mining efforts and enslaving you. Lucifer, who was not only spiritual, but a brilliant scientist, worked closely with Enki in E.Den. He taught a great many things to the Anunnaki Magi about Alchemy. Once the Angels started awakening, though, we realized we needed to change. Samael did not awaken initially, and of course, he was furious. He and the Anunnaki rose up against us. Around the time of your great flood was one of the great wars in the galaxy. For a short period, myself and thousands of other angels were cast out of Hevan; the fallen Angels. Eventually, Samael, too, realized that we were only disconnected from the Source of all things, laid down his arms against us, and stepped down from the throne. We elected Lilith as our new queen, and she and Anu signed a treaty of peace.”

  Alexandro felt like a child listening to a fantastic fairy tale. He leaned forward in his chair, his cigar forgotten. “Why is there such animosity towards Lucifer? I know the bible is a misconstrued blend of truth and pure fiction, but he is quite hated.”

  Michael nodded. “So is Lilith. In your culture, you think of her as a demoness. It is because of a love story. Belial was Enlil’s best friend, a great Anunnaki warrior. On his visits to Hevan, he developed feelings for Lilith. He became seduced by her beauty, you could say. He was so enamored of her, he even asked for a way to change into an Angel so he could be with her. She refused to even approach Lucifer with the subject, because her love was for Lucifer. Belial wasn’t pleased by this. Anunnaki do not like hearing that there are things they cannot have. He challenged Lucifer during the war, and Lucifer killed him. Enlil was furious, of course.”

  Alex whistled lowly. “There is so much we just don’t know.”

  “Soon, Alex.” Michael patted him on the knee. “Come with me. I would like to introduce you to Gabriel before you leave, and I have a gift for you to take home to Tony.”

  §

  June 13, 2012 - 5:55 PM

  Denver, Colorado

  Denver International Airport

  The Denver International Airport was another prime example of how the Brotherhood hid in plain sight. Tony stood out on one of the runways that were usually inactive, except when the Brotherhood needed them, waiting for Caesar. Conspiracy theorists had a field day with this place, and as usual, they got a lot of the information correct. The runways were constructed in the shape of a swastika. While the Nazis had given the symbol some really bad PR, before Hitler decided to use it, the swastika was the archetype for the rotations of time and consciousness. It had also been used by the Hittites and Celts and was found on the buildings on ancient sites like Troy. Aside from the runways, and the fact that the airport sat on top of a major underground military installation called Blue Moon, the inside of the Airport was another anomaly that often had peo
ple scratching their heads. A Masonic capstone sat in the south eastern side of the terminal which had been coined The Great Hall. The capstone was said to be a time capsule filled with completely insignificant things; that, of course, being a lie. An arm bent at a 45 degree angle rose out of the capstone, and at the end of the arm was a keypad. There was some significance to a 45 degree angle because of its practical ability to illustrate the law of the conversation of energy. Energy could be neither created nor destroyed. It simply was, sitting there, waiting for something to tell it what to do. Aside from the hidden symbology, when the proper code was keyed in, the capstone opened a portal directly to the Anunnaki vessel, the Babel.