Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins (16 page)

C
HAPTER 21

United States of America, 12th November 1963

James Murdock walked rapidly, with long strides, along the wide corridor which led to the office of the director of the CIA, John McCone. He was carrying a brown envelope addressed to the director, with the president’s seal beside a sticker marked TOP SECRET. The envelope had been handed to agent Murdock by a messenger from the White House. When he got to the door of the office he knocked and went in.

‘Mr. McCone, this envelope has just arrived from the White House.’

The director was absorbed in making notes on some documents that were scattered about his desk, and goggled at Murdock when he heard the words “White House”.

‘An envelope from the White House? Did you call to confirm they sent it?’

‘It wasn’t necessary, the president’s adviser phoned in person just as I received the envelope.’

‘Very odd. Well, give me the packet.’

The director quickly tore open the flap of the envelope and took out a letter from the White House, on headed notepaper, stamped and signed by President Kennedy in person. The letter read:

TOP SECRET

12th November 1963

Memo to:

John McCone, director CIA.

SUBJECT:
Classification review of all UFO intelligence files affecting National Security.

As I had discussed with you previously, I have instructed James Webb to develop a program with the Soviet Union in joint space and lunar exploration. It would be very helpful if you would have the high threat cases reviewed with the purpose of identification of bona fide as opposed to classified CIA and USAF sources. It is important that we make a clear distinction between the knowns and unknowns in the event the Soviets try to mistake our extended cooperation as a cover for intelligence gathering of their defence and space programs.

When this data has been sorted out, I would like you to arrange a program of data sharing with NASA where Unknowns are a factor. This will help NASA mission directors in their defensive responsibilities.

I would like an interim report on the data review no later than February 1, 1964.

Signed:
John F. Kennedy

                  President of the United States of America

‘My God, the president’s gone crazy. He wants to share secret documents, which even he doesn’t have access to, with the Soviets. We must talk to General McMillan. He gave explicit orders to inform him about anything related to these files. When the president has access to these documents he is going to want to know about Area 51 and, worse still, he’s going to want to visit the base. Murdock, you can go, I’ll phone the general; he’ll know what to do.’

‘Yes, Sir. If you need me I’ll be in my office,’ replied the agent as he left the room.

‘Ah, don’t mention this memo to anyone, do you hear?’

‘Yes, Sir, you can be sure of it,’ he replied as he closed the door.

The director picked up the phone.

‘This is John McCone of the CIA. Call General McMillan at once, it’s a top secret matter.’

The director waited a few minutes while they tracked down the general.

‘General McMillan speaking!’ bawled a coarse voice at the other end of the line.

‘General, we have a problem. I have just received a memo from President Kennedy in person, requesting access to all our documents; you know which ones I mean. And what’s more, he wants to share the information with the Soviets.’

‘My God, the president must have found out something,’ he muttered.

‘What could he have found out, general?’

‘Nothing, I was thinking aloud. John, destroy that letter at once. I’ll have to see what I can do here and I’ll get back to you soon. Don’t mention this to anyone.’

‘Yes, Sir! I’ll wait for your call.’

The general, one of the members of the Majestic-12, was indignant at what he had just been told. ‘Why does the president want to see the documents and, worse still, share them with the enemy? If this happens we will no longer be the greatest power on earth,’ he thought. The general got up out of his chair and went to the door of his office, which was ajar. He looked out to make sure there was nobody nearby. Then he closed the door and locked it. He went back to his desk and sat down. He thought for a few seconds, then picked up the phone.

‘This is General McMillan, speaking from the Pentagon. Put me through to Senator Cullen’s office.’

The general was calling Senator Frederick Cullen, another member of the Majestic-12.

‘What can I do for you, general?’

‘Senator, what we most feared is about to happen. Please meet me tonight at the usual restaurant, we have to talk. Eight o’clock suits you?’

‘OK, I’ll be there at eight.’

That night the general went to the restaurant, where he usually had important meetings. So as not to draw attention to himself, he went home first and changed out of his uniform. When he went in he looked round to see where the senator was sitting. He saw him at a table at the back and went to meet him.

‘Senator, McCone phoned me today, just before I called you. He has received a memo from President Kennedy requesting access to the confidential Majestic documents. And what’s more, he wants to share them with the Soviets and with NASA.’

‘My God, the president must have gone out of his mind. If those documents fall into the hands of the Soviets we’re lost. Not even he can see those files.’

‘I appreciate the problem, that’s why I got worried and called you. I don’t know what to do.’

‘Thanks for telling me, general. We’ve got to think up a way of stopping Kennedy doing this. How much time have we got?’

‘Till the first of February next year.’

‘Good, then we have time. Let me think about what to do and I’ll let you know. General, please, remember this matter is extremely confidential. Call McCone and tell him the same thing.’

‘No problem.’

After swallowing the rest of the wine that was in his glass the general got up and went out. The senator stayed there a while longer, thinking about the news he had received and about what he should do.

‘The only plausible solution is to eliminate the president. If he learns about our technology-sharing agreement and lets the information fall into enemy hands, we’re finished. We risk them boycotting our project for the particle accelerator. If that happens, goodbye to opening the gateway. I’ll call Benjamin now, he’ll know what to do - he’s got people planted in the CIA and the secret service; it won’t be difficult. I can’t get personally involved in this, now I’m a senator,’ thought Cullen, as he called the waiter to bring the check.

On 22nd November, as President Kennedy was being driven through the city of Dallas, passing through Dealey Square at midday, two shots hit him: one wounded him in the neck and the other in the head. He died about thirty minutes later.

C
HAPTER 22

Earth, 1000 BC

Several centuries had passed since the great disaster which once again destroyed a large part of planet Earth, wiping out half the living beings in existence. Mankind was recovering and gradually spreading out again across the globe. With the help of Enki and his soldiers and messengers, the humans began to make progress as never before in their history. But even as progress was made, wars between men – principally for power, profit and lands – continued to intensify. Although Enlil and some of his family were exiled, the members of his clan who were free now acted on his behalf and against Enki. Even though Enlil was a prisoner in a parallel universe, he somehow found a link with the dimension of earth, where he could communicate with the Anunnaki and with those on earth. Via this link he could command his troops from where he was, and his soldiers always obeyed the master’s orders.

Even with all the teachings that the gods and the angels had passed on to the humans, a large number of them were born into hostile environments and became evil people. From the minds of these evil people arose the most terrible wars in the history of mankind. As the humans had spread to all the corners of the planet, the beliefs, the names of the gods, and the customs in each region were different, and so the earth became a place of extremely diverse cultures. This was more than sufficient motive for stronger nations to enslave the weaker ones. There was little the gods could do, as they had agreed among themselves not to interfere decisively in the history of man. They gave men free will, so that they could evolve in the manner they thought fit. Instructions and basic teaching were handed down by the gods. If the humans could abstain from killing each other they would be certain to evolve.

The first rulers of the first tribes of earth were direct descendants of the Anunnakis, the gods of earth. War and treachery saw to it that the royal blood no longer held sway. With Enlil in exile, his armies conspired on earth to try to seduce the humans and to prepare them for his return to the planet and, in consequence, to power. Enki’s soldiers, realizing that the legion of evil was taking a hand in human history, began to act to try to stop it. Mankind was losing its faith in the gods and their angels. Men began to worship images and false gods. They no longer obeyed Enki’s commandments, which he had given them to follow and to avoid the life of impiety, thus advancing towards a higher state of evolution. If men continued to disobey Enki, Enlil would easily retake power on earth, even though he was in another dimension, and the history of mankind would be very short. Anxious about this, Enki returned to his home planet Nibiru to talk to his father Anu and the Council. Enki’s body was now very wasted due to the long time he had spent on earth. When Enki met Anu, it was as if their roles had been reversed, that Anu was Enki’s son, and not the other way round. Anu was still young and strong, but Enki and his wife Ninki were no longer so vigorous. Enki went to a meeting with his father and the Royal Council of Nibiru to discuss the matter of the earth. The aged Enki, bent and white-haired, sat at his father’s right hand at the council table.

‘Hail my son Enki, who after many shars has returned to his home planet.’

‘GREAT EA, SON OF ANU, WELCOME BACK TO NIBIRU!’ all the people cried in one voice, using the name of Enki before he left for earth, nearly a million earth years, and nearly two hundred and seventy-seven shars earlier.

‘My son, in truth the physical conditions on earth have not been good for you. You are even older than the last time I visited you. I hope this time you have come to stay.’

‘Father, I have come to speak of a most important matter. But I do not intend to remain here. I have to go back because mankind needs me.’

‘My son, let your sons and grandsons care for earth’s destiny. If you go back to that planet you will not survive many more shars. I beg you to stay with us and we will try to recover your youth. Nibiru’s scientists have made great advances.’

‘I can stay for a while, but I will not delay long.’

‘But, tell me, what has happened on earth to oblige you to journey to Nibiru, to ask for help?’

‘Father, Enlil has found a way to communicate with his soldiers, even though he is exiled in another dimension. He is thirsty for revenge. He wants to take vengeance on me and on the humans, blaming us for his condemnation and exile.’

‘I always imagined that Enlil would be my heir here in Nibiru. His destiny suffered a sad end at the hands of the Confederation,’ mused Anu.

‘As well as revenge, Enlil is trying to discover a way to escape from exile and take the earth for himself. I think that if he succeeds he will enslave mankind as revenge.’

‘My son, there is little we can do against Enlil; after all he is in another dimension and our technology does not allow access to him. The only thing we can do is to build up our forces on earth to discredit Enlil’s soldiers and, when he returns from exile, I shall try to dissuade him from this pointless revenge.’

‘The humans are always at war. Soon they will wipe themselves out. And all this thanks to Enlil’s plotting, through which he is able to control kings and queens to serve his ends. Mankind is losing its belief in us. If this happens chaos will overtake the earth and they will kill each other. They are not yet evolved enough to understand the consequences of their acts.’

‘And what do you propose to do, son?’

‘During the long voyage from earth to Nibiru I thought of something, and I need your approval and the Council’s to put my plan into practice.’

‘Please go ahead. We have total confidence in you, my son, and we are conscious of your great wisdom. We will analyze your proposal and without doubt we will approve it. We will give you the support you need for the undertaking.’

‘I want to go down to earth as a human being, father. Like one of them. I want to take them words of peace and love and try to convince them that the path they are following leads nowhere.’

‘And how do you propose to do this, with this old tired body of yours?’

‘On earth I have developed research into consciousness transfer. I have experimented on humans and I have been successful in transferring consciousness from one man to another.’

‘That is very good. You are for sure one of the greatest scientists of our people. But what happens to the body that loses its consciousness?’

‘It goes to sleep, as if in a coma. As if in a dream. My aim is to transfer my consciousness into a human body, becoming one of them. I shall attempt to change mankind and protect it from my brother’s trap.’

‘But, Ea, that is very risky. If you are killed by the humans,’ said one of the council members, ‘won’t your consciousness in this human body also be extinguished?’

‘Unhappily, yes, that is the case. If my earthly body dies before my consciousness returns to my real body, I shall cease to exist. But I have thought of that too.’

‘Then tell us, son, for now I am concerned.’

‘Father, in my experiments I have only managed to transfer consciousness when the two subjects possess very similar DNA, for example, between siblings, or father and son, or mother and son. And even so I was only successful when I activated part of the human DNA which was inactive. My aim is to create a being genetically identical to myself, and then effect the transfer. This being will be immortal like we are, since if any human extinguishes my consciousness we can easily resuscitate my own body.’

‘Then the risks will be less?’ asked another member of the council.

‘Yes, considerably. And of course, I will be watched over by my sons and grandsons, and my soldiers will always be at hand to protect me. The risks are minimal.’

‘But, son, do you really think you can change the mentality of the humans?’

‘Their nature is like ours, father. They are born in a neutral state, without evil and without goodness. It is the environment they live in that makes them good or evil. If we carry messages of good to them they will become good people, they will carry our teachings with them and pass them on to their descendants. There will come a time when they are ready to evolve and then our work on earth will be at an end.’

‘My dear brothers of the Council, I ask you to vote to decide whether we corroborate my son’s plan or let mankind follow the destiny it has chosen.’

A murmur spread around the chamber. The eleven counselors began to discuss the matter between themselves. Some were for the proposal, some against. By the laws of Nibiru the decision could not come from Anu alone; it had to be a consensus between the king and the counselors. This system avoided the need for one person to make a decision for the many, and thus fewer mistakes were made. The oldest counselor came before Anu and said:

‘We, the counselors of Nibiru, vote for Ea’s plan. Let it be so.’

‘My son, my vote is also for your plan. Good luck in your undertaking. May the force be with you. Please ask my grandchildren and great-grandchildren to keep us informed of all developments.’

Enki got up and bowed to his father and to the whole council. He made a point of embracing and kissing each one of them. Then he traveled around Nibiru, for the people were anxious to see him again. His planet had changed greatly. There were many new things; even the clothing was different. The technology of his people had made great advances. The houses were now all made of crystal, and some of gold. Enki spent some time in Nibiru; he and his wife traveled to the four regions of the planet so that their people could see them. Then they both returned to earth, aboard a new ship, a present from his father, which was much more advanced than the one that had brought them to Nibiru. The couple also spent some time with the scientists of their planet, who regenerated their body cells. On the day of Enki’s departure, a large crowd gathered in front of the great palace of crystal. All of them wanted to see the king’s firstborn son set off back to planet Earth to save mankind. After all, it was thanks to the humans and to Earth that Nibiru had healed its deepest wounds, which many shars before had nearly destroyed it. The Anunnakis owed much to planet Earth and to the humans. The time to pay them back had arrived.