| CHAPTER TWO A Brand New Key �The gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stand, To smooth a rough touch with a gentle kiss.� ~Sir Frances Bacon-�Romeo & Juliet� November 2011 Dawn approached a sleepy weekend morning on the northern coast of California. Light frost lay on the grass and in the trees and the steel gray sky was set with the smell of coming new snow. The changed patterns of meteorological activity had begun bringing snow to the California coast again in the past few years, due to overwhelming pollution, the reported magnetic change variation, and since the �Superstorm� idea had emerged through Bart Ellerman. The weather had changed all over the world, and many minds felt that a larger something would have to balance it, somehow. Elly and Sam lay drowsily in bed this Saturday morning, doing what new couples do best, and most often. They clung to every moment that they had together, hungrily exploring their passion, until either he went to work, or she to the airport. Off to face the seemingly endless meetings in L.A. for another book tour that kept her away from home and Sam. Her apartment in Eureka and his house in Trinidad were where they closed the door, and left the world behind. Elly had bought Sam a cell phone and they were in constant touch with each other; when he was totaling a purchase for a customer at the bookstore, his romantic head in the clouds, she would ring him. Matty, the storeowner and Sam�s boss, was tenderly bemused with him, remembering her own loves, shaking her head and smiling in a maternal way that she had with everyone. She loved Sam very much, like he was her own child. God knew that he needed attention, coming from the chaotic family life that everyone from town understood about his early life. Elly kissed him deeply and lingered, savoring his tender lips, and the exciting taste of his mouth. He nuzzled his face into her breasts, smelling her warm skin, her taste on his lips, drifting in a splendid timelessness that came from holding her close. They had not been awake long and both were still yawning with sleepy thoughts, trying to catch a fading dream. Sam had moved to the house not long before. He was very content with his choice of a new home. His old loft had been a solo affair with no much room for them to be together. He needed more space to accommodate them and all of the love that was growing around, and in them. It was far better for spontaneous lovemaking too. He could sense that Elly liked being there as well. His place was small but cozy, set back from the road in a moderately unpopulated section of the seaside town, on a quiet road. The landscaping had been in for about three months when he had taken the place, the trees, bushes and flowerbeds harmonizing comfortably with the smooth river stone edifice, complete with a smart shaked roof and river-rock fireplace. It belonged to a friend of his best pal, Ray, who came up a few times a year to fish and hike; as often as he could get away from the City. Roger eventually returned refreshed to his million-dollar a year job in San Francisco, where he was a respected publisher of cookbooks. Widely recognized, Roger had known Elly from years before. Coincidence can be comforting, and advantageous. Sam was essentially his local caretaker and showed a loving concern of everything on the property. They were a good fit. Sam shook his head in wonder, remembering how he had almost left Trinidad to take a job in the City, with Roger�s company. He would have learned the publishing business, and gained a skill, something he was still very interested in doing someday. Yet, he would never have met Elly, at least not in the same romantic way. Sam made �getting up� sounds, so to delay him, Elly wrapped herself around his chest and leg, and clung to him tightly, giggling madly. Sam knew there was only one thing he could do, so he tickled her. She dove under the covers, screaming as she pulled away from him. Getting out of bed and climbing out of the fog was not easy, but Sam knew he only needed his coffee to make the morning a perfect one. Like Pelee� the Conqueror, a film he had seen some time before, his idea of luxury was coffee in bed. Elly lunged to catch him, but was too late. �I� da� cawfee man, sweetie!� he chortled, shuffling away with a goofy look on his face, bringing a shriek of laughter from Elly. �Why does he put on shorts in the morning?� she thought. She would like to keep him sans clothing most of the time, walking around naked, au naturel. He had a great body attached to that ass, one she could not get enough of, a real biker-butt body. Country life agreed with Sam and Elly was starting to see why. Something pinged in her abdomen as she thought of his lovemaking of the night before. There was an immediacy about Sam that made her hot, something she had never known before he had come into her life. She felt fluttery, thinking, and smiled happily at this misty moment. Elly lay back down and stretched a long cat stretch, glancing out the bedroom window to the low, snow-dappled valley beyond, mist curling among the nearby waking trees; snow-heavy, moody clouds were preparing to smooth out their quiet world with a layer of fresh snow. She felt an ache disappear as she stretched. She went through a lazy yawn, and thought she might never leave here again. She would have a nice, hot bath while he got breakfast for her and be the Queen of Sheba for the morning. This new bed would take some getting used to, she thought; too firm by half. Nevertheless, where there was a will, there was a way, as with everything. Elly missed him already; he seemed to be taking forever just to make coffee. She thought maybe she would bring over her electric coffee maker; it had a timer and they could have the coffee ready and waiting for them every morning. �Yeah,� she thought. �Every morning with Sam.� She could hear him rummaging in the cupboards; he was noisy, but very cute in his own bachelor way. �Columbian? Or, Sumatran, my Lady?� he sang out in his �dramatis personae� voice. �I have English muffins and strawberry jam. Or�how about eggs, grapefruit, and toast?� Sam queried, ready for anything she requested. �Whatever you want, Swodie. Including me,� he grinned and danced a strut. �Cha, cha, cha.� He had shopped for them the day before, having received her message that her book tour of Nuevo Angland was abruptly cancelled and she was on her way back to him. �How odd of that historic region to change its name after so much history,� he mused. He had read that the Angles were a race that had settled there, of Germanic extraction. Perhaps it was his personal nostalgia for authentic history that made him speculate. He thought he would ask Elly about this. Could it be about the trouble that was brewing everywhere? He gave himself another mental reminder to have her to finish telling him about the �revelation� that she had mentioned when she arrived last night. It had been too late for anything but lovemaking at that hour. �Ah, yes! Love, love, love!� his mind sang. After her bath and her service in bed, they lay comfortably relaxing in each other�s arms and dozing a bit more. Sam nuzzled into her robe and found her sweet nipple, kissed it gently, and began exploring it with the tip of his tongue. He made his way slowly down her belly, kissing gently, when she moved a little, made to stop him. She wanted to relax some more and digest for a while longer. There was a whole weekend yet to come, she whispered, and besides making some phone calls, there was plenty of time for sex, in the night, leastways. Sam smiled with a slight curiosity; he was comfortable with her personal needs, but sometimes wished that she were more spontaneous. It was an easy assumption to make on his part, he knew, and he regretted thinking it, because for the most part he was never alone with his thoughts. Elly could tap in whenever she wanted, which could seem invasive but she had told him that she did not pry. He was allowed his secrets, as was she. She would know when he wanted her to listen, really listen. Besides, it was selfish of him. He decided to shower instead of worrying it to death anymore. As well, he could get rid of his scratchy beard in the process. He sang his happy song to her as he showered, and she laughed to hear it. As he dried himself, his thoughts turned to her daylight sex phobia that she had told him about some time before. As a matter of fact, she had mentioned it pretty early on; a bigger issue, and clearly one that needed attention. He knew that she did not enjoy the daylight for love making, for her own deep-seated reasons, but he had thought it appropriate at that moment, because it was still dark, but it was not the night. Elly felt safer in the darkness. Sam remembered to remember and mentioned her idea of the previous evening. He was glad to get his mind on to other things. She seemed very excited about whatever she had to tell him. On the way from Eureka, Elly had mentally compiled an agenda to sort over with Sam. She had told him that she was sensing an old feeling again, one that was meant to be taken as a warning. It felt closer to her than ever before. An undefined volatility was approaching their lives; a presence that she had felt that she must prepare for. It required a lengthy heart-to-heart with Sam to crystallize her thinking and to define the alert she had received. Eventually they were back in bed, squeaky clean with the newspaper opened and more coffee on the table. The lamp was turned low the morning light grew slowly outside the frosty bedroom window. They were both early-to-bed and early-to-rise personalities, who enjoyed finding the flow of a moment and going with it. Cimmarosa�s �Oboe Concerto in C,� played softly in the room, and on the table by the window, a beautiful spray of mixed flowers had been placed, back-lit with a nightlight. �To Elly: From the Man Who Will Always Love You, Sam, XOX� the card with the flowers had read. �Its just too perfect,� Elly thought as she read the paper, �too perfect for the empty way that I feel right now.� She felt unfocused, confused and uncertain about a great many things. She needed her Guides to speak to her, but they would generally leave her at these moments, encouraging her to create solutions for her own life. They were only there for the tough decisions. She smiled and kissed him again, ruffling his hair, looking into his adoring, puppy-dog eyes. Secret thoughts came storming in, and she began to feel antsy. �God,� she thought, �What am I doing? I do not want to hurt this man! Can I do this? Get involved? Be with him after knowing the insensitive Otto for so long? Do I still love him? Did I ever? No, no, the pig! Yet, here I am, and with all of the insanity I have seen, ready to begin. Ye gods! What a predicament! �Maybe I should just forget this whole affair,� she thought. �Maybe I should just disappear from Sam�s life. He�d be happier in the long run, maybe. But, it would break his heart! And mine! This may lead to more trouble than either of us can deal with right now. Damn! I do need him so. Let this work, please God, let me figure this out!� came her somber plea to the heavens. They finished reading the newspaper, which helped her to disguise her thinking from Sam; the other sections of the paper now lay strewn about the oriental carpeted floor like party wrap, or perhaps the wreckage of an era. Sam thought it was a good time to discuss what she had in mind but Elly just smiled, and took a long, thoughtful sip of her coffee. He thought her upset, somehow. Perhaps his urgency really had turned her off. She could see that he was waiting, so she began speaking, with some reluctance. She wondered how he would take to this highly unusual story, because it was weird to the untrained mind, and lengthy too. She had primed him with odd snippets over the weeks and months before this to whet his imagination. To anyone listening in, it would sound like she was relating the outline of a novel of extreme, politically oriented science fiction. A very strange story it would relate for Sam, mainly because everything that she had to say was a true accounting, taken mostly from historical events. �You see Sam, to begin with, not very many people have spent time to flesh out the convoluted history of our lovely little planet Earth, for a variety of reasons,� Elly explained. �Much less the actual progression of events of our own particular civilization,� she added. �I have made it a personal passion of mine since I was quite young to find out. I love a good mystery, and this is the best one yet, perhaps the best one ever. My information concerns matters historical, and most salient; it may prove to be exciting or extremely upsetting to your mind. However, I do have faith that you can handle it.� �Oh, yeah? Dya� think?� Sam said playfully, making a face. He sensed a stronger degree of seriousness in her than he had thought was coming, and was not sure anymore. �Well, honey remember,� he stopped her response, �I do have some background in these occult and history matters; I�m not a complete putz. First off, tell me something, before you get into your story too far,� Sam interrupted himself, �tell me the why of this exhaustive research you�ve done, and most of it just lately, �cause I kinda� worry about you. �Lately, you seem strangely preoccupied with it, Elly, consumed almost, and more than ever before. Is an important book coming from all of your work, or is this really just for little ol� me, the unenlightened one? If so, you�re right, I do need to get up to conspiracy-theory speed!� Sam had said this light-heartedly, and chuckled a bit, hoping to suit the morning, but there was a challenge to Elly in his voice, as well. Or, was there too much caffeine in his system to go on with this, so early in the day? Elly could feel a rocky edge here; she did not want to push the drama too far at this first reading. The intensity of the testimony would become apparent, and soon enough. Nevertheless, how soon to make it so? She strongly sensed that he was not taking her seriously enough, and she began to get her back up a bit with this possibility. Sam took the pause to say more, edging out her next response. She gritted now, feeling like she was not finding her groove, and annoyed at his manner. �This conversation, sweetheart, these events of the past, are they somehow creeping into our present-tense? There seems to be a thematic message to your presentation here, Elly. Maybe you�re practicing on me for your tour. Is that it? The coming changes that you have foreseen for Earth; Edgar Cayce�s or Ramtha�s comments on eventual earth changes; am I correct? Elly pursed her lips and looked down, her anger controlled but mounting. �You do realize, sweetheart,� Sam said more, �that I have read almost the entire occult section at Matty�s? Whatever comes in, I grab it; I have read of the many different theories concerning these phenomena. I think I know about all of the predictions. So, my question is, why all the great mystery?� Sam finally stopped and smiled knowingly at Elly, but his expression dropped when he focused on her face. He knew he�d crossed the line. Elly was overwhelmed, and indescribably irritated by his insensitivity. �Why, Sam�why! Why all of this?� she said angrily, �Is that your only question? Well�I suppose, bottom line thinking, that would be it; the up-to-speed part, anyway,� she stated flatly, embarrassed at her lack of control, but feeling his eyes. She had had worse hecklers in her audiences before. Yet, it showed her how wide the gulf of understanding was between them. She swallowed and got control, never having been this angry with him. �Seriously, Sam, there is a veritable mountain of information to understand, in the context of what has been discovered about the �secret history� of the Earth. The hidden information, topics that perhaps Matty�s bookstore does not have on hand is astronomical. Topics that generally have not found their way into print, either. Ergo, I am here to relate them for you. If, you will listen. �This �open secret� will become common knowledge for the world in the very near future Sam, in a very specific way, and it will be blown wide open, with both of us living to tell the tale. I have seen that far ahead. Many others will survive the coming desolation, as well, but it will not be an easy time for them, not by a long shot. I�ve have seen that, too.� �Desolation?� Sam asked, �Do you meant that?� �Yes. That is the word that is required here,� Elly said with strength in her voice. Sam watched her in the dreamy light of the bedroom, gazing from his suddenly clueless world. He felt she was in earnest, yet true understanding, and a complete comprehension was slipping away and he swallowed hard, thinking of how he had just played the fool. Hooray for Mr. Well-Informed. He resisted the change that she spoke of, he knew. He was having a very hard time conceiving of the planet as actually, nuts and bolts, being taken captive by something as crazy as aliens, even though Ray and Geordie said they were real, or blowing up from earthquakes and the like. Or perhaps the reversal of the magnetic poles, big changes in weather, eruptions and tidal waves, all things he had read about before they had even met; he knew about that stuff. �That was just �true fiction� wasn�t it? Conjecture, supposition, or just big maybes,� he had thought. Elly had mentioned odd things before this, filled him in some, but he had been too gaga in love to let it all sink in very far. He was still in that mindset. It had thought it only play talk, not the serious, growing old together talk that he needed to hear, that he thought he required. Sam wanted to jump into the fire of commitment with Elly, but knew that they had to get this stuff out of the way first, so he had been impatient with her this morning. He did not see clearly that what he felt was the possibility of losing her, and everything he had ever wanted in a woman, a lover or a friend. �I do have to go to work this morning,� Sam said, �maybe�you could pare it down some for the new kid, eh? What do you say? Maybe just a quickie overview for me, ya� know? Dumb it down some and I�ll ask whatever questions may pop into my thick head. How�s that sound, sweetheart?� Dumb it down? Suddenly, the whole discussion seemed too ridiculous to her, too out there to take seriously with Sam this morning. He was in another world. He was not present; emotionally and intellectually unavailable for this information, for understanding the need implied here. What should she do? Sadly, she tilted her head; golden locks of her rich hair fell over one eye. They were burning daylight, she thought. She had to get him to listen to her, today. Sam sat up, smiling. He loved Elly�s hair; he found it alluring. He reached for her waist and slipped his hand around her slim firm body, sensing the tactile sensation of the silk and her warm body beneath. He began thinking about sex again, and happily, they had stopped talking, for now. Like a slap in the face, he sensed a sudden faux pas on his part, and stopped. Distance grew with Elly; he had gone too far, again, and this action was perhaps threatening to her. Sam felt foolish. He was the master of fuck-ups this morning. He said softly: �Forgive me: I was quick to jump you, but not to listen. You wanted to tell me something and I am a schmuck for not paying attention. I am sorry. I don�t want to rush anything, sweetheart, and yet, I did. And, we did just eat, after all. Lets talk, instead of Sam playing around right now.� Elly nodded, relieved that she was not going to have to perform for him, just so he would hear what she had to say to him. She simply needed his attention right then, and did not want his penis interrupting her. On another level, this action of Sam�s was exactly how she had always been treated, especially with this material. Sam kissed her forehead and spoke again. �As a matter of curiosity though, sweetie,� he said, �just a quickie, pun not intended. Which is, umm, why the hurry with this? Seems somehow abrupt to me; I don�t know, just the way its shaping up. Do we need really this level of fear, right now? �I mean, Elly, what about us? What about our love feelings here? Jeez, I feel an ominous�something. Do you really think that an event so momentous is about to occur, to suddenly materialize in everyone�s personal reality and that will shake up the world, that I have to take a crash course in history?� �In a word, Sam: YES.� she said softly, concerned about his feelings, but more at risk with her own world. She had to get control of this conversation, and Sam had to stop acting like a spoiled brat. This was serious, and she did not feel sexy at all, right at the moment. Sam was uneasy at hearing her. He began to fidget and looked out the window, embarrassed. �Well,� he responded, lightly irritated, afraid, �what the hell can I do about something like this? I�m just one guy, in a sea of guys who never had to give a shit before. What can I do about all of this?� �Ultimately, that�s going to be your call Sam,� she said, perturbed. �You tell me when I finish if you think so, if I ever get done with this! And No, I will not dumb it down for you. That is an insult to the work, and to the incredible history of this planet and of its civilizations. And, to me personally, mister! So sweetheart, you make the call. �Look Sam, if you�re put out, and what I have to say can make that happen, then say so. I will understand! I know how it can be for you, and upset your tidy little world. I can grasp just how it might bother you. I can say this because in the main, I have not revealed this data to anyone who did not become agitated over the �unconfirmed� discovery that maybe the world is going straight to hell, and very, very soon. �Sooner than most would like, at least. Might be its going to fall down around our ears, and every one of the people I have spoken to has ignored me�embraced their own denial, and disappeared from my life. Except you so far, Sam, my love. And you may too�when you get the full picture of what is going on in the world, all the hidden things that may scare the living crap out of you.� Elly stopped and drank her coffee. Damn. Sam�s feelings were hurt. Elly was still a bit pissed off too, and showed it by turning towards the window. The mood had darkened considerably in the room, and in a very long and silent minute, she turned back. �I am sorry,� she finally said, �but I am passionate about this, Sam, and I insist on being so, and upon you taking me seriously. No other relationship will do; not part-time lovers, no weekend good guys for me. We have to make a difference, and you must know whom our enemy is and how large this will become. �I will do my best to restrain it Sam,� she said, �but this is a huge incoming tide and it is deep; like holding back a river of events that have been planned for millions of years.� Sam sighed deeply and felt very, very confused, and not a little worried. Why couldn�t this happen some other time? �I can�t do this alone, and understand this, you do not get to be a bystander in our relationship, rooting from the sidelines, making dinner, going to work and not owning some the burden! If, you want to be with me, that is.� No mistaking what that last sentence meant. Hard words for the morning, but she knew she meant them and that they had to be said before they went much further inside of this filigreed, candy-coated relationship. No more Hallmark card relationships for her. Sam stared bleakly at the wall, amazed, frightened. Here was a side of Elly he had never seen before. His tender male ego was curling back at hearing her prescient words, but at the same time, he knew he had bitten off a large piece of her life, and had to chew this well before swallowing. Just how hungry was he? Only concerned effort would save the day. He swallowed, hard. �Guess I made the coffee too strong,� he joked, watching her lovely green, moistened eyes, seeking her input. Elly remained silent, but a smile was beginning. He stood, put his palms together and bowed to her in humble supplication, without mockery, and sheepishly motioned for her to please�continue. �Namaste,� he said to her, eyes full with an honest sincerity. Sam had turned the corner in this life, and there would be no going back. Elly�s great emerald eyes misted again at his demonstration of contrition, and she blinked away tears, nodded, letting him know that he would not be rebuffed. They spent a long minute quietly, and shared a warm kiss. �See, Sam,� she said, continuing patiently, as her heart understood his stress, �to fathom this, you can�t approach this material from a �normal� point of view, where we are now, or anything akin to it. I know that is what you think you need right now, but you could be mistaken. We will talk about us, sweetheart, but later; we cannot make our plans until these schemes are outlined and understood, you�ll see. �You have to be a little unconventional, a little nuts to work through a something like this, Sam. Hell, you have to be out of your bloody mind to get this, Sam! No one inside his or her mind can even conceive of such an event ever taking place. What we are looking at will make World War II look like a Quaker�s Holiday!� Hearing this sweeping analogy, Sam sat up, paying closer attention to her words. Perhaps there was something getting through to him. The last statement had its merits and opened his mind a crack wider. It was a start, yes, and it frightened him, too. �I choose,� Elly went on, pausing, growing fervent, �to be able to count on the fact that you understand what is being said here, Sam; the who, what, where, and the why, concerning these revelations and from whence they emanate. Sometimes I wonder if you can, or actually want to. �There are things to know: Who the major players are, and where the bodies are buried, so to speak. This could prove to be very dangerous, so I need you in my corner, Sam! I am relatively alone with these matters and I need someone to help me get through this. Do you understand? Do you have a sense of my words, even a little bit, so we can stay together over this? We are playing in the big leagues here, and the people I will tell you about are the kind who kill, and ask questions later.� Sam watched as she turned away for a moment, watched her as she abruptly got up and left the room. Sam felt a sudden emptiness. He was alarmed that she would slip away, and out of his life due to his flip, �I don�t want� attitude. What had he done now? He heard the sound of a door closing hard and thought that Elly had left the house. His heart began to pound and sweat beaded on his forehead; panic felt near his heart. Sam jumped up and pulled on his jeans, stood ready and confused over what to do next. He listened: No car starting sounded. He pulled on a t-shirt. That was all that Sam had needed; his attitude changed instantly, charged now with the fervor of her will, insight and knowledge. And the incredible way her eyes flashed and changed colors when she got upset. �Woo-o! Goosebumps!� he thought. He suddenly comprehended that this matter was a genuine concern that she had brought to him, and that none of this was easy for her in any sense of the word, and his blas� skepticism had made her crazy. �She�s gone,� he thought. �I blew it, big time.� More to the point, he realized that he did want in for the long haul with Elly. She loved and wanted him, he was sure of that; to ensure that he was not left behind in the shakeup that she could see coming their way. Sam absolutely tingled with anticipation and fear as he waited for her to come back into the room. Nothing; quiet reigned in the house, but not in his mind. If she was not gone for good, he thought, he would try again to make it OK, because it was far too quiet out there. He sat dejected on the unmade bed, and put his head in his hands. Elly unexpectedly walked into the room, and Sam jumped, and slid off the bedside. His emotions were all over him and he went to her, took her in his arms and held her quietly for a minute. Elly was not sure what was going on; she had gone to answer natures call and had taken time to think, cooling out in the front room. It had taken while for her to settle down, but as soon as she had returned, Sam tried to open his feelings about this new phase in their lives, and his confusion. He asked her to please continue and tell him everything she knew. He would not miss anything. �I am so very far behind you Elly, in this effort, that I am totally swept away with my ignorance and don�t know where to jump sometimes. And frankly, I am scared. If you�re willing to bear with me, you will have my complete attention.� Elly had a look of doubt on her face, remnants of a small pout. She took a minute to breathe slowly more and then sat back on the bed with him, fluffing up the pillows and laid down, next to him. �OK,� she said finally, waiting about half a century before she began again, watching his eyes. �OK, Sam, here it is. Well, let-us-see. Where did I leave off? Don�t really know, so�good, it�s a fresh start. Um-m-mm, I guess to generally outline, I�ll start with the Sumerian civilization. First of all, as a preamble I need to say that one day, when all the markers are in and the world begins to see that the Illuminators, who I�ve mentioned already, and their CUSA corporate allies, have openly defiled their elected �positions of trust,� in the murky world of mainstream politics. That is, those whom the Illuminator�s have put into office. Voting has been an inside joke for decades. �This �elect,� belong to the true world body of politicos, those that truly run the world, the infamous �shadow governments.� These people, and I use that term loosely, have engaged in a conspiracy to keep quiet the important discoveries from Sumeria and other ancient lands. The churches are heavily involved as well, the power behind the throne, as it were, mostly keeping any new information hidden�; they are church, but Illuminated. As a group, the churches are the power brokers, no matter what the party, national government, corporation or cultural and ethnic grouping. It is all about money and power, and about owning the planet, as you will come to understand, Sam. �There is a great deal of information that the church and her allies can not allow the average Joe to find out. The people must be kept docile, compliant and live as sheep. The people are to serve and do not ask for favors; they are dispensable, as per god�s will. �Discoveries that would aid world development in so many ways, with the assistance of these power hungry entities, are kept from the common man. Along with Big Religion, the handmaiden of politics, the information has been hidden, leaving our world incomplete, the people kept ignorant, and diminished spiritually. The hunger in humanity�s soul is as big as the hole in their bellies. Can you sense that, Sam? Sam nodded thoughtfully. �This awareness must be brought to the people, to help speed the necessary changes in belief structures that have controlled the past, and will try its best to affect the future. Only then, will the living see the incredible chaos that is to be the result of not living in harmony with the supreme truth of existence, the reality of All That Is, the god of all gods. They are trying to control awareness and growth, and the real devastation that we are in for, unless a thinking change arrives. �Why doesn�t that god do something?� Sam asked. �Free will, Sam,� Elly replied, �god does not intervene because it is none of Its business. We have the right to control our own destiny, for lack of a better word. The trouble begins when the church tries to set the ground rules for salvation and change. We are all playing roles, and we all go to heaven. The churches are asking for an admission fee, to an event that god intended to be free. Yet, it is humanity�s belief that the churches have the right to do so, because the have taught that only they have god�s ear. And no other evidence is asked of them.� �That�s quite an all-encompassing statement, if true.� Sam said. �From the look on your face I realize that you meant every word, Elly.� �This is the largest of what is hidden, Sam: The Earth polarity change will sweep the known world to the threshold of extinction. This information is kept hidden while the wealthy of the planet prepare to survive. We need to warn, to prepare the people, for an uncountable number of souls will perish-ready or not.� Sam stared at her, tried to form coherent words. Utterly speechless, he nodded absently, yet concernedly. He could not help but notice his lady at moments like this; she spoke with zeal and his mind erupted, again, in lust for her beautiful self. Elly was scintillating in her silk nightie and Sam�s eyes devoured her. He had to fight the attraction to her body right now; it would not do that he touch her now, even though she excited him to the core. �The origins of these revelations, the Sumerians, were the most amazing race to have lived on the Earth. They brought civilization to us, in so many wonderful ways, so I suppose they want some pay back for their investment.� Still, Sam was male, and hardheaded too. He fought to take his mind off her body for a minute. �Pay attention to her Sam, ya� dummy; not to your dick,� he thought. Intelligent women were super-turn on for him, but intelligent women also did not appreciate his single-minded sex-drive. �Not only that Sammy,� Elly continued, �but, as for the churches, revelations about the Sumerians will show that the original Bible stories were of Sumerian origins, and all known languages originated with theirs. This is contained in Sitchen�s research. The Sumerians settled and acculturated the Earth at that time, but the effects have lasted through our current history. Do you have any idea how that information will shatter the prevailing religious dogma concerning our origins, not to mention the information about the Christ? This is the real meat of the matter with Rome, especially�they know that the foundations of their faith were invented, or stolen, and there is no historical basis for the doctrines that they espouse. �Jesus, you must understand, was simply a man; he was a gifted man, but no more a god than you or I. Yet, having said that, I hasten to add that we are all co-creators with god. Jesus had heard the voice of god in his Earth heavens, and did not start a religion but had one created in his name. He traveled extensively, in order to be removed from the dogmatic themes of his county�s religious orientations and expectations of their state religion. He lived in India, and studied meditation there. He was an avatar, and stayed years in that land, where he married and raised a family, just as a mortal man would. It was an expectation of the times, and was the mark of a respectable man. �His consciousness brought a controversial idea to an incontrovertible land, but he understood better than to expect a response from those who heard his words; he saw these organized attempts as postures to further remove man from an awareness of god. That portion, christianity, was created years after his death, as a control mechanism. However, I digress. �The Sumerians were the seed of all civilizations, Sam, and brought their scientific institutions, their governments, militaristic imperialism, social advances, language, music, mathematics, and commerce; many were their contributions. Now, here is the tricky part, my love. �This peopling of the land was accomplished through an alien race of technologically superior beings, known to history as the Annunakii. They are descendants of Annu, which had genetically developed the original earthling bi-ped, and had set up their great cities for them. They also gave man his religions, and named his gods, to mask their hidden intent while placating the populace with the illusion that they, the people, had some effect upon these gods. They promoted obfuscation of their origins, set up their religions based on this illusory theme, and insidiously removed choice from the people�s lives, far deeper than any can imagine. All established religious orthodoxy is based on the themes instigated by the Sumerian Annunakii, and are still practiced today. �Beyond religion, to their credit, they gave the world culture and foundation! They did amazing things in the design and the building of their cities, Sam! They used sound to construct huge buildings and sacred sites, enabling the transportation of massively large and heavy cut stone pieces through the air, just as Edgar Cayce once said in a reading that he gave. They were laid in place after having been cut by the most sophisticated of laser technology, beyond anything that we can now produce, the likes of which has not been seen on Earth for tens of thousands of years.� �Wait: aliens?� Sam queried, smiling as if he had expected a punch line. �Oh, god! Excuse me, you mean like real aliens from outer space? Not Lucas, or Spielberg kind of real, but actual in the flesh, aliens?� Sam kept his expression straight so she would not think he was ridiculing what she was telling. �All that stuff I read before was, true?� Sam said. �Very true, Sam, and very real,� Elly responded, sensing him opening, �and not necessarily from outer space. Some of these cultures had lived under the Earth during its turbulent periods, having mastered the construction techniques necessary to sustain life below the surface. We are not the first to do anything meaningful on Earth, Sam. This alien race was ingenious in their understanding of energy, for it pervades every aspect of existence that they had examined. In a time out of mind, there were other, even older advanced cultures in the Universe, even in our galaxy, that had these same basic understandings. Look at Mars, at Cydonia, for instance. Earth�s own moon is littered with abandoned structures in various states of disrepair. Some of them are enormous and vast in their design. �There are Sumerian tablets that attest that the original settlers of the planet Earth have been coming here for millions of years; who is to say that it was not even longer? Remember what I mentioned about the cloud cover and the carbon dating of objects? Everything on the planet could be far older than official estimates. �The Earth, in the time of which we speak, was captured with the Sumerian glory, and the Annunakii alien masters mindset schooled their slaves, who dared not vary from the direction they were told to point subservient young minds in. The human, Sumerian intent to control was inspired, given them by their creators: �Control everything, and completely.� Trust no one outside of the family of Sumer, and their original Annunakii gods, or the Neflim that taught the humans. This was another name for the domination of Enki, first Lord of Earth, devised and used for those they had given their life to.� Sam smiled here. �Haa�You gotta� be kidding now�right? Did you literally mean, �their life�? Wow! The genetic thing you mentioned before?� �Their life, as stated, Sam. The aim was to cultivate and control the race of man, since it had escaped their control once before, and they used it to bring their goals of conquest to fruition. However, they began to use the system as it had developed, not as they had originally tried to establish it before that time. What we have today is a m�lange, a blending of these energies. �By keeping the �Veil of Illusion,� better known as the church, around themselves, and by promoting all things illusory, such as requisite religious homage, the Annunakii were able to disguise their long range intentions. Remaining secreted away in their orbiting ships, or at their temples and underground bases, until the day came when they could openly proclaim their agenda of One World Control, they held the power. It was kept concealed, but I sense it may find its way into the light of day, and very soon. �They were in no hurry to press their agenda, as their only abiding concern was the return of their home planet, Niburu, called Marduk by the Sumerian humans, for the allegiance that they must offer to her established kinghood, Annu, feigned as it had become.� �Feigned?� Sam asked, �as in, the Annunakii settlers were lying to the higher ups about their true intents and purposes, or �intensive porpoises�?� Elly had to stop and laugh at Sam�s joke; it was one he used a lot and she always laughed at it. It made her think of a fish with spectacles balanced on his nose, trying to decipher a human�s book. �Yes,� she stated, �so it became a political quagmire for the earth-bound Annunakii. We will get to that. If I have any questions about them right now Sam, it would have to be, why have they been in hiding for so long? They have the power; there is no contest. Is it easier for them to obtain their needs in consummate secrecy? Why not share with us now? We have grown up and can handle the responsibility, unless their ultimate agenda is so horrifying, that a peaceful resolution is unthinkable for them. They have been very patient, up until now. Although, some of the more base reasons may be starting to manifest.� �Hm-m-m,� Sam contemplated, thinking as he left the room for a moment. He brought them back some juice and urged her to go on, intrigued by her story. Not much info had stuck in his mind from his readings at Matty�s, he now realized, because he had not taken the information seriously. For Sam it had merely been a curiosity; it had been a simple entertainment. �Now,� Elly said thoughtfully, �you can pick up virtually any history book on this planet and you will discover that the Sumerian race and its history is almost non-existent from a contemporary historian�s viewpoint. It receives but cursory appraisal. This is largely understood in academic circles; a scientific �given.� These circles are Illuminator controlled, and allowances are never made for change, which may best explain their mystery selves. �From the standpoint that the information that has come to light is controlled, most available discoveries have manifested as cuneiform tablets, about a half million or so left behind in the ruins of their oldest cities and temples. It is lengthy, mentally difficult work, that adds up to quite a bit of translating. If there were enough scholars, you understand, and no uncontrolled, vested interest.� Sam remembered the oldest pictures he had seen of the tablets. He pondered the complexity that her story had taken on, and had a creepy feeling about all of it. Clearly, the power brokers did not want a lot of the information getting out, and were content to collect and conserve, to hide what they did not want revealed. �And yes,� she said, �talk would get around, if there were greater numbers translating, announcing their discoveries, and with everyone on this planet looking for their fifteen minutes of fame, there would be archeologists and antiquities experts on Oprah, back to front. I believe the Illuminators would not want that kind of scrutiny.� �Perhaps,� Sam offered, �with not a few of these experts suddenly disappearing from the spotlight, much like the microbiologists in the early part of the last decade, prior to the outbreak of so many biologically oriented diseases in this new millennium. Immediately after the CUSA gave us a nasty cold, and then tried to eliminate the medicine.� Elly laughed at this, although it was a nervous laugh. CUSA had its finger pointed in the world�s face, and many more people were disappearing into prisons to silence them. She got a sudden chill when she thought that control of information, such as it stood, could so easily be wrested from the investigators with the quieting of the Internet. �There would be an overwhelming outcry over that action, that could lead to civil war,� she thought, �as much as high gas prices and outlawing guns did.� Sam relaxed considerably to see her smiling easy again. He had felt like his face would crack at one point, he had been too uptight there for a while. �Fuck it,� he thought, �I�m still uptight�� �Written in wet clay, still around after 4,000 plus years, these tablets exist,� Elly went on, undaunted, �and amazingly resilient they are, too. The tablets could be much older than orthodox science suspects. Considering how long the Annunakii have been on the earth, it would be easy to believe that they are older than orthodox science wants to admit. Besides, big money owns science these days; for instance the genetically modified, �GM,� designs on vegetables and other food crops are owned, and this outlaws original seed sources. Therefore, you can see that they have their hands up high profile backsides. She held up her glass, and Sam got more OJ for them. �These factors are thrown into the mix with hundreds of other questions from that same period, which again creates more questions than it can answer, challenging what we think we currently understand. �To hear the prevalent scientific opinion, Sumeria was simply the �Cradle of Civilization� and not much more is said than that. Interesting artifacts, intricate temples, advanced sciences, government, agriculture, music, culture, textiles and etcetera, with blah, blah, lip service paid, as to how it was all accomplished. We know now that the story that is unraveling is much more complex than the Sumerian civilization simply popping up, and then later disappearing again and for no more profound reason other than being invaded and destroyed by the �great unwashed� from the hinterlands of Eurasian steppes. �It played a vital role in the settling of the Earth, and the legacy of the tablets is vitally important in discovering who these people were, who they traded with, their shared resources and alliances, and the amazing discoveries that they kept to themselves, except as outlined on the tablets. �The tablets are hard to get hold of too, if not downright impossible for the simple reason that the most astonishing of the ones already deciphered have gone into the black hole of �private collectors,� or universities warehousing them in the thousands. For some obscure reason, probably a financial and power-based reason, the Sumerian civilization�s role had been downplayed significantly, and the inquiring minds of our world want to know why. At least, Sam, we do!� �Would it help our cause,� Sam asked, �to try and get hold of some of these tablets, perhaps locate some funding to afford translation, and publish the results?� He was, once again, trying to problem solve; the quick fix man. Elly shook her head decisively, said, �No can do. Instant suicide at this stage of the game, Sammy. There is more to this than meets the eye, as I mentioned about the �shoot-first� people behind the scenes. Oh, and incidentally, most of the known tablets have been, for all intents and purposes, stolen from the Iraqi people, and the dummy government that CUSA set up there; more blatant aspects of the CUSA rape that they want to cover up. �It will be extremely difficult to access anything of major import for significant study, without having specific government clearance for the tablets in question, and that isn�t likely to take place. Doubly consternating, you see, when considering that most educators and research peoples do not even know what to request in their documents, other than �Sumerian tablets,��period! What is there specifically to request, without catalogues? See what I mean?� Sam could tell that Elly had more to say, but asked her to wait while he went and got them something to eat, as both of them were getting spinney from too much coffee. When he returned with their croissants, fruit & yogurt, she had already begun speaking, but had gone round via the bathroom to the kitchen, where he found her in the nook, staring out at the approaching light of morning. �If the truth be told,� she continued, not missing a beat, �besides the many and varied packets of information about the daily life in ancient Sumeria, receipts, proclamations, tax issues, poetry, medical reports, military campaign reports, books, plays, just about everything, there were also a great many tablets that told of the religious and political history of that ancient land. In addition, many dealt with its historical origins. �Tablets that told of the ancient �founding race� that had �come from the stars�, and of the settlements, great cities and complex societies that came from their guiding hand. Certain proof, denied by science, when confronted. So much for speculations, as they tell the tale on the alien race in question! Yet, they are dismissed as myth.� Sam�s thoughts changed as his mind wandered over to her body again. Elly�s eyes sparkled with an excited delight at being alive in her element. She mesmerized Sam to distraction. He tried his best to focus on her words and not on her swaying breasts, and the pink rosebuds that stretched the thin white silk of her night slip. He was intrigued as well, going in two directions, like a child enraptured by a storyteller before bedtime, he eagerly awaited the next earth-shaking pronouncement. He was antsy and knew his time was growing short, and that he would have to decide what to do about work today. Matty, his wonderful, witty and smart boss, knew he was in love and the whole town knew they were together, steady, so he was usually late for appointments when his lady was in town, and for work most especially. �Maybe I could just blow it off completely, today,� he thought. As he considered this, he happened to glance out the front window and saw a dark sedan come to a stop, and it slid several feet through snow, across the wide street under MacElhenry�s oak tree. His neighbor�s motion detector came on; yellow light outlined the great tree, and traced a golden profile on the dark car. The headlights went off, but the car idled for several seconds longer, as if the driver were trying to reach a decision. �Who�s that?� Sam wondered. The car shut down as suddenly as Sam had his thought. The morning was pale lit and the sun was rising slowly. No one got out of the car, and its occupant sat there, dark and with an unnervingly mystery. Sam saw a large antennae mounted on the bumper, swaying from the abrupt stop. Again, this event was curious to him, as it seemed as if the driver had found the address he was looking for, coming to that quick stop. It was impossible to see the plates. A sudden glow in the driver�s seat indicated a cigarette being lit, showing an orange round face with a thick mustache, looking towards his house. �Hello there, Mister-Not-Very-Smart,� Sam thought, �I see you trying to see me. But, why would that be, I have to wonder?� entertaining a sudden small worry, but glad that they could not be seen from the street. �To jump to the present,� Elly continued, having vaguely noticed his attention directed elsewhere, �it is my considered opinion that since the authentic legacy of the ancient Sumerian history is not being reported on, then it is perhaps because what passes for objectivity these days is merely highly selective reporting. Not a major leap of thought actually, considering that the owners of the worldwide media outlets, who edit incoming reports, are massively wealthy, and probably know whom, or, actually are the current owners of the tablets. It would be in their interest to control public opinion, about everything controversial. �The alien�s Earth representatives control the media, including publishers. I may have sanctions imposed on my work, one day, if I keep up the type of �author-readings� that I have made to the leading bookstores lately. Moreover, media reporting comes with corporate oversight, and no in-depth analysis of what has actually become known is being offered, so guess why. No significant scientific papers are being written, much less being published. We seem to be in a historical wasteland,� she said in summation. �In quick English,� Sam offered, �they are not telling the people of the world what they have found out about these guys, and, or, they are giving us massive disinformation; the latter being true, in all likelihood. In other words, we are being systematically lied to, and have been so, for a long damn time. I have to assume here Missy, that there must be a good reason for that. Or a bad one that they prefer we do not get wind of. That aspect seems to support your �coming-destructions theory� quite well.� �Correct, smarty-pants! Nice summation,� she joked. �I may make a scholar out of you yet!� Sam glanced at the car again. She decided to continue on in spite of his distraction. �The people who fund the research groups, whether from an established and esteemed, �well-known� university, or from privately funded individuals who are de-coding, translating and reading the tablets, are not forthcoming with their discoveries and are in for a shock. Fortunately, for we little people, some of the information has surfaced and tells an intriguing story. �It has been kicked around the Internet for some time, but hasn�t been taken seriously until recent years, when many updated stories began circulating. �And� she added quickly, �On those radio call-in shows, like the guy you mentioned, that Bart Ellerman guy, was that his name? Anyway, yes, these reports on the hidden pre-history, along with others of strange creatures in the night are all over the place these days, Sam. Stories of ET abductions, giant black triangle UFO�s in the night sky, cattle mutilations, chemtrails, close encounters, Mothmen, chubacabra�s in Mexico, Bigfoot, ghosts, and, the Greys; always the Greys. �Most recently, some sightings were reported not far from here, at Mt. Shasta, at a place called the Behemoth Grove, the party ground for the movers and shakers of the Skull & Bones Club from Yale. It has been reported far and wide that Shasta is a hotbed of cult-oriented, paranormal activity.� �Yes, ma�am,� Sam offered. �Geordie, my Ranger friend up at the Park, has told me some interesting stories about the goings on in our National forests, including Shasta. Not just here in this country, but from a private network survey of preserved lands that he belongs to, monitoring areas across the world. Governments all over the world are conducting work in these areas and without oversight. He says there is a lot of construction going on, everywhere, and mostly in rural areas. He has contacts in the US, Europe, South Pacific and Asia. �Pretty creepy stuff that he relates, you understand. He said that he and others have found remnants of ceremonial goings on in the Parks: blood, bonfires, trees carved up with pentagrams at Redwood National. He also thinks that some of the bodies they�ve pulled out of the lake in the past few years were murdered in methods most foul, and controversial. That is to say, ceremonial.� �So, you see, Sam, it touches home,� Elly said thoughtfully. �In Europe, where I went on my second book tour, all of the cocktail chatter was about the new European government and some of the disreputable people, employed by them. That is to say, obscenely wealthy and powerful people, who have found their way onto the most prestigious councils. It is significant to point out that this flurry of paranormal activity is alarming, in that it is occurring simultaneously with all of our worldwide sweeping, socio-political changes.� �I guess,� said Sam cautiously, �that means you believe that it�s all tied in together in some other intriguing, and profound way that would scare me to ask about. Perhaps a conspiracy, or a major cover-up, and one that is beginning to lose its cloak. Is that it, generally speaking?� She did not hear this. Elly was suddenly thinking, lost in the pulse of other possibilities, and Sam now was irritated with himself, thinking that he had interrupted her flow again. �Sorry honey, please go on,� Sam said, not wanting to piss her off. He glanced at the wall clock, and then the front window again, noticing that the car was still out front. The person out there seemed to have his arm out the window, holding something dark, shadowy and round in his outstretched hand, and Sam wondered what it could be, started to get up and hesitated in a new perception. Elly poured them more orange juice and glanced toward the window, unseen by the car�s occupant, still lost in her thoughts. �Apparently,� she said distracted, �the Sumerians were direct biological descendants of the fearsome Annunakii, as I�ve said, as were all of Earth�s significant civilizations. That much we can assume. Now, we understand the aliens came to Earth for a good reason, and the human being that they genetically developed were created, not out of exercising the consummate mastery of their great scientific works, as altruistic benefactors, but for a reason that is a shade more down to Earth, methinks! They needed slaves to do their work for them.� �Right,� Sam said. �Slavery is a strong motivator, isn�t it? Slavery is currently stronger than it has ever been in the past, all over the world. Repressions, and economic depressions create desperate people, who do desperate things to themselves and to their families, just to survive. You would think these dumb-fucks would get the message, and get tired of pushing people around. So, humans came by that nasty work honestly, eh? I mean, so-to-speak,� Sam laughed. �According to the tablets, Sam, they came to mine gold, precious minerals and jewels here on the earth. There are stories that they needed the gold to save their home planet from atmospheric loss, by particleizing the gold and spraying it atmospherically to deflect harmful ultra-violet and x-rays, like CUSA does with chemtrails. Most investigators don�t buy that one anymore, as gold would be too heavy to remain suspended in the atmosphere of a planet. So, why then, do you think?� Sam could only scratch his head, and looked out the window again. Elly detected his thoughts about a stranger outside the house. �What some experts now believe is that the gold was being used in their religious ceremonies. There are investigators who believe that the gold was refined into a new atomic compound called monatomic gold, created in a most mysterious �alchemical� manner, which when ingested, created a euphoric state that apparently stimulates the pineal gland, secreting melatonin, prolonging life, and the pituitary, which secretes seratonin, the feel good drug, in our brains. It is much sought after by the alien mind, and by our current earthbound kingly affluents too, don�t you know? �However, it is relegated to the domain and province of the aristocratic and wealthy gentry on their planet, in their civilization, and as it is here as well on good old terra firma. Funny how that certain �uppity-ness� seems to find it�s way into the best of civilizations, eh? �Some researchers, in examining the monatomic creation process, also say that the by-product of the process is a white powder, which has also been found in the sarcophagi of later Egyptian pharaohs, and earlier civilizations after Sumeria, which some have speculated that the powder itself possessed gravitational, and dimensional capabilities, creating a �weightless� state, to some degree. �Some say it was used it to build the pyramids. You see, it takes a 5000 degree burn to create the gold powder, and the word �pyro,� meaning fire, is the first part of �pyro-mid.� Did you know too, that when you purchase gold here in the CUSA, say for your retirement, that you have to register it? Moreover, they know how much you �own�, and where it is located, and especially if you sell it? Yes sir, that is the law. It begs the question: �Do I ever own anything?� The answer appears to be a resounding: No, you do not.� �Ouch!!� Elly suddenly shouted, as if stung on the leg. �Wh-aat??� Sam asked quickly. He jumped at this intrusion on his thoughts and his gaze shot out and once again to the occupant of the vehicle outside. He saw a hand jerk back, as if something had startled the person there. �I think we have company,� Sam said, motioning outside, �I�ve been watching the person out there in the blue Chrysler; across the street, see? Through the branches, there�see? I think he was holding a parabolic microphone, and may have been listening to our conversation. That might be the source of your irritation: High-frequency overload, especially for you Elly, and your psychic sensitivity. Maybe he turned it up too high of a pitch intercept, or something. I�ll go talk to him.� �Wait a sec, Sam.� I wouldn�t be surprised! When I was in Washington recently, I had some unusual questions at my readings by some odd-looking people. MIB�s. Not at all the type to generally show up at my presentations, and I had a strong feeling that a car had followed me from the airport last night, too. Perhaps the same person who is out there right now.� �It isn�t the CUSA; they would have kicked down the door by now,� Sam said, matter-of-fact. Sam realized that the body out there was a familiar shape, but could not say who it might be. �What�s he doing now?� Elly said, staring intently out the front window. The occupant, a heavy male shape, was out of the car now, looking for something on the street. The man outside turned quickly as Elly switched on the kitchen lights, and realizing that he was being observed, jumped into his car, slamming the door. They heard the car start, which alerted Sam, who ran outside as the car leapt into gear, tires spinning and throwing gravel. It gave him only a fleeting glance at the dark faced man, and all he got of the plate was something-something- J 897. He thought to call his father to trace the plate, but that would have taken a lot a nerve, considering how they had left their relationship. Da� would only call him paranoid, and say he was a fool to mess with things that did not concern him. Sam knew too that his father�s interest in his life, or not, was just his obvious angling to get an introduction to the lovely Miss Elesandra Taylor; nothing more provocative came from him these days. Sam thought, �Old Jess said that Elly reminded him of Mom,� but Sam could not see it. He suddenly wondered where his mother�s picture was. It had been missing for some time, and he had no idea where it had gone. Perhaps lost in the move to the new house, but he doubted he would have been that careless. Sam and his father hadn�t spoken in over a year, a record that Sam used to be somewhat proud to announce to his friends. He thought that he might chase the damn car, but decided against it. �Coffee�s gettin� cold. Probably my overactive imagination, anyway,� he said aloud, as if the neighbors were listening. He stood where the car had been, snow torn up, thought about it and turned to go back inside, when in the light of new day, he saw something on the road. A thick hairy caterpillar turned out to be a fake mustache. It looked like a small, squashed guinea pig; quite a cookie-duster. Sam picked it up, noticing it smelled like scotch, his Da�s breakfast of champions. Nearby it was a dying cigarette, half smoked, and again, it was his father�s brand. �Naw!� he thought, �it couldn�t be!� Still, he wondered. As he walked in the front door, it struck him how this was becoming something of a weighty matter, much food for thought, and no one was playing around here anymore. Something in Sam hoped that this was a mistake, an odd coincidence, and his flaky father did not signify at all. Nevertheless, with what Elly had told him, he was unsettled. Now this stranger�s car, and surveillance; what the hell? Was he in a bad TV movie? �Gone,� he sighed as he entered the kitchen, sitting at the nook, writing down what he remembered of the license plate, just in case. �What did you make of that anyway?� �Number one, Sam, there is no such thing as coincidence,� Elly smiled, while brushing out her hair, and Sam realized he had been sending a strong signal that she had received from him. �I think I was right about being followed, Sam. What is that about your Dad? Oh, by the way, Matty just rang, said to come in later today if you want to, but she can handle it if you don�t; something about a problem shipment that she had to pick it up in Eureka at the last minute. �Sam, you know, I should get back home-just for an hour or two. I have some calls to make, and I left the phone numbers there. However, let me sum up this summing up for you Sam. It�s a fascinating story and I would love to linger all day, but time does fly! Sweet Guides in heaven! It�s already 7:30!� She closed the curtains, and began undressing. His heart jumped when he saw her beautiful rear end appear before him. Elly had slipped the white silk nightie over her head and Sam watched as her lovely body appeared before him; she worked out and her body was buffed and cut well. His imagined tensions quickly disappeared; he had forgotten about the car, but not about his earlier ideas. She slipped off her underwear and began to sort through her bag that she had brought in with her, standing deliciously in her nakedness at the table, looking for fresh undies, when Sam could just not take it anymore. Sam stood, dropped his robe to the floor revealing a very generous erection wagging in the pale morning light. He smiled and gently caressed her shoulders. She hummed to him, making a certain sound that he had been hoping for. Elly realized what was up, so to speak, and she felt confused, suddenly not knowing what to do until Sam took her gently in his arms, kissed her tenderly on her lips, exploring her neck, and her soft, pink breasts. He cupped his forearms under her thighs, and lifted her to his hips where she straddled him, moaning softly as he entered her. He sat her on the counter and stroked slowly, deeply inside her, and she squeezed herself tightly for him, smothering his face and neck in her warm kisses. They made love on the sofa, slowly, lazily, happily. The aroma of lemongrass from her bath was over them, and for an hour of bliss, they disappeared into the ethers of enthralled lovemaking, saturating their memories with the events of this most precious and remarkable of lives. Music played in the heart of them both and Elly was more than happy, with the phobia about sex in the daylight apparently fading now to the realms of fairy tales. She got up after and dreamily went into the kitchen, singing, and poured them a glass of wine. It was the weekend, and it was 5:00 pm somewhere, she mused unconcernedly. �Sam�I think that I understand something now, and it�s a �something� I had never considered before; about sex�in the daylight. It�s just now come to me, sweetie: I think I was afraid my Guides could see me, and that�s really dumb, I know.� Elly laughed. �Isn�t that silly? I just thought of it. Since I was a girl, I always saw them and I suppose I figured it was correct to �do it,� in the darkness, where they lived, but in daylight I had to be �real.� Do you understand? Its nuts, I know, but it makes sense to me.� Elly had a good laugh, drained her glass and sat next to Sam where he lay on the sofa. Everyone carries around unexamined thoughts, so there was no blemish here. Pre-conceived notions sometimes don�t kick in until the moment of need, and sometimes you found yourself saying things that you didn�t expect to, or believed in any longer. Or maybe a phobia develops, based on unexamined thoughts or belief patterns, connected from earlier days. �OK, so I�ll be late again,� she said happily. �But�let me finish my story,� she said, �So I can get on the road and make my calls. Have to call my editor about the galleys for the new book. Oh, and I need a Palm Pilot. Remind me to buy one when we�re in Eureka, OK, hon�? Oh...See what I mean? It is so hard to find an ending at all, or the time to create one; I guess because it�s never really over, any of it. OK now, here goes. The sooner I�m done, the sooner I return. OK?� Sam went and fetched the bottle and some more fruit and yogurt. �So,� she announced, refilled wineglass in hand, �once again to the Annunakii, which had originally used undersea ports, eventually moved onto the land, Africa, where they had set up their gold mining operations. By the way, the legend of El Dorado, the �City of Gold� was originally a depository in South America for the mined gold there, where it awaited pickup and transport to Niburu when the home planet came around every 3600 years. Yes, you heard right! 3600! They refer to these years of theirs, 3600 of them, as �sars.� �Thirty-six hundred?� Sam queried. �That what I said, darling man, when I read it the first time; as a species they are a very long�lived, with a completely different concept of time. Their own people worked the mines for thousands of years, according to the tablets, and they finally rebelled against the brutal work. Their leaders decided that they needed to develop a more efficient, and docile worker. So they took some of the indigenous peoples from the area, which by the way were not from to Earth either, and altered their genetic make-up to create a more intelligent entity, one that was strong, and willing to take orders. One based on their genes, which was their first big mistake, in my opinion. �Apparently, these early humans could not breed at that point; not until millions of years later. Anyway, they eventually replaced the Annunakii soldiery with the new breed worker, and it just took off. Everyone wanted them; you just �had� to keep up with the Ritospakians! Tee, hee! I made that word up! Of course, they tweaked here and there over the millions of years since that time, but they had essentially created a new race, the human race. Us.� �Right, us. Well, my sweet genius,� Sam said playfully, as he sat on the sofa, sated by love, lust and the delights of food and wine, �what happened with this �happy union� in the long run? It appears that they did not live so happily ever after.� �I suppose that the Annunakii grew tired of making up batch after batch of new slaves,� Elly said thoughtfully, �so the humans were eventually given the ability to procreate, according to the research that has surfaced, going against King Enlil�s orders. He was the ultimate power on Earth behind the Annunakii operations on earth. Enki, his brother and chief Science Lord, who apparently felt disrespected over his diminished rank on the Earth, by merit of being a half-brother, was second-in-command, genetically enabled the change in humans. He affected this alteration to facilitate the survival of the human species, our first unrecognized Earth hero, of which he had become rather fond, since he was the original creator. There was some help from a �fertility goddess� named Ninhursag, too, who was their sister, I think. Whether all of this was done to piss off King Enlil, is anyone�s guess. �When elder brother Enlil had found out about the new genetic manipulation, he was enraged. Since their concept of time appears to be vastly different from ours, a population explosion occurred over several thousand years, which were as a few decades in the immortal, monatomic-gold headspace that Enlil and his cronies were tripping around in, I�d guess. Therefore, when he eventually discovered that the genetic change had been made against his orders, he vowed to wipe out the human pestilence that he saw as out of control. The rats had taken over the lab.� �God knows we�ve all had days like that. Sheesh!� Sam said, the wine making everything giddy. �Keep going, baby, this is getting good.� �The humans, the early Sumerians, had eaten of the �Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil�, or to put it succinctly, they came to understand their mortality. They no longer bought the old stories from their Annunakii rulers. They understood that they were slaves and all of the tales that controlled their lives were lies. The genetic change gave them an awareness of time and dimension, far beyond anything they had heretofore experienced. Sort of like being blind from birth and suddenly being able to see shape and color, they had seen the truth and you know how humans can latch onto and idea and run with it!� �Upsetting, but in fact, it was the element of enlightenment that King Enlil objected to. Sound familiar? Just like right now in Earth history. The cat�s out of the bag. It also let the humans have knowledge of procreation, and how it functioned in their lives, its hormonal rhythms, monthly cycles, parenting, etc. Not to mention, alternate sexual roles for both new sexes. One last note, it appears that the stiff attitude of King Enlil has remained etched in stone, as it were, as witnessed by some rather inflexible religious attitudes today, wouldn�t you say? Another bequest from our illustrious ancestors! The powers that be still like to keep us as mushrooms.� �Mushrooms?� Sam questioned. �Yes, Sam, they keep us in the dark and feed us bullshit. It has been speculated that Enlil was aware of the pending, �Great Flood� of history, a deluge to wipe out the over-producing humans who had been allowed to defy him with their newly acquired ability to produce life. Sitchen has also speculated that Enlil demanded that future births of humans be genetically altered to make the birthing process laborious and painful, to deter the female from conceiving, or from at least entertaining a desire to give birth. Most animals, you see, do not experience the same intense pain at the birth of their offspring. �No, really? Less pain for animals? �Sam questioned. �Animal Planet said so; when have you ever heard a cat or dog or cow or horse scream like a human female does at birth? Without drugs, that is? Hell, even with drugs! �In all actuality, Sam, it was probably a passage of Niburu, the home planet that was the catalyst for the change which produced the flood. �Sitchen speculates that Niburu�s passage caused the slippage of the Antarctic ice sheet, which had been receding from an overheated atmosphere, as it is currently, creating a massive change in the weather, plus a good sized tidal wave when it slipped off of its supporting landmass.� �That was gentlemanly of him,� Sam remarked, coldly, �warning everyone like he didn�t.� Elly was jazzed here; Sam seemed to be enjoying the exchange and was getting it, too. At least he was asking pertinent questions and his comments were on the mark. Silence would have been a huge red flag for her. �I guess it slipped his mind, Sam, being so busy and all; a god does have very many responsibilities, after all. Enki, discovering his brother�s scheme to not warn of the cataclysm to come to the settled the human populations, in an attempt to save the new race, created a �lifeboat� for one of his favorites, a king named Gilgamesh. He was otherwise known as Noah in the christian bible, having ripped it off from the Akkadiians, another local northern Mesopotamian culture, who had borrowed it from the original, the Sumerian culture. Our first inter-generational myth! On this boat, a type of amphibious craft or submarine, Enki, as the leading Annunakii scientist, placed genetic samples of all known living beings, male and female, plant and animal to ensure the survival of Earth life. Hence, the origin of the �Noah�s Ark� tale.� �Amazing,� was all that Sam could say. �The legend was brought to the Hebrew nation by the released Hebrew captives from Babylon, thousands of years later, where the tale had been known as �The Epic of Gilgamesh,� in the Mesopotamian region. I believe that it had an authentic basis in fact. �As with most religious history, it was �borrowed� from the Babylonians, who borrowed from it other nations before them. The captive Hebrews brought back a great deal of folklore from Babylon after their 50 or 60 years in bondage. It pretty much all went into the Pentateuch, the first five books of the Old Testament. �As a matter of fact, speaking of things mythical or biblical, many other messiahs in herstory had already done most of the miraculous things ascribed to the Jesus character. There have been many �Sons of God� over the eons, which were utilized to fulfill a deep-seated need for the people, throughout all of known history. Religion, in its purest form, I believe is simply a generous salve for the soul, awaiting it�s return to the godhead, the expanded self.� Sam listened, enthralled. Questions fought for his attention, but in the back of his mind he wanted to go back to bed with this incredible beauty. She was dazzling. He simply had no real depth about him when she was naked. �I think Enki might have had a human girlfriend, too,� Elly offered, �or something like that that might have provided his incentive. At any rate, these are our origins, very basically speaking, and of our ancient ancestor, Lucy, who Johanen discovered in the Rift Valley. So, I�m entitled to my educated opinion, right? Aren�t I sweetie?� �Astounding,� Sam said, �In-fucking-credible!� ever so slightly transfixed. �Of course you are entitled, darling sweetness, no need to ask.� �Of course, Sam, the message that reaches the people has to stress these freedoms as inherent, and there should be no need for them to ask, either!� �Where did this woman come from?� he wondered in contented silence, as he drank in her words. �How did she ever come into my life?� �Yes, the whole story is amazing,� Elly said, somewhat distracted. �As for the rest, suffice it to say that all of our major civilizations were originally created out of that long ago genetic manipulation, clearly showing why there is no missing link; never will be found, either, because the Annunakii bypassed millions of years of evolution to get what they needed, sooner, as science has done, just lately. �It does ask another question: �Does evolution exist as a factor at all? Has it ever? Does it pertain to any significant degree?� Alternatively, are all of the major genetic leaps, such as the human race, a complete product of alien intervention? Perhaps I should call them �Mom & Pop� interventions, for they did create us originally. Maybe the dinosaurs were removed by the Annunakii to facilitate the development of the Earth that they sought to achieve with all of the other genie tweaks. Maybe the word �genie� is short for genetic! What do you think Sammy, sound crazy or what?� �Well,� Sam muttered, �hm-m-m, sounds feasible to me, lover girl, at least if what you�ve learned is in fact provable in the eyes of the world, which I can see that it is, if they will listen. Moreover, what I wonder is, who ended up with all the power, circa 2011, the big fat right now? It is starting to appear that the Illuminators, parents of the Bloodline of the Annunakii, that is going to be the final answer. �Yet, without that genuine, verifiable, proof of the ancient days to show the people of Earth, and a way of tracing them to present day associations, we are only speculating about the future, sweetheart. Maybe I�m wrong; I really don�t know anything anymore. Tell me something else, Elly. Do you place complete trust the authorities that you�ve studied and cited? I know that you must.� �There is no question in my mind, Sam. Everyone who knows what is going on, who is able or willing to speak out, comes to the same conclusion. That is, as long as you aren�t in the Illuminators pocket, or one of their dummy corporate universities. CUSA by the way is Illuminated and completely staffed by bloodline descendants, just as every nation�s principal power brokers are. Their �Council of Thirteen� is made up of the original Thirteen bloodlines, which are the world ruling elite. �What isn�t so well known, or verifiable,� Elly said, coming over to sit by Sam, �is what exactly happened with the history of the civilizations that were offshoots of the original alien immigrants out of Africa. These �new� lines are as shrouded in mystery as the oldest ones are. Some are still around, and most hidden for their own reasons. I think that they know that this civilization has been merely an interlude, and that they are preparing for the next, now that the hard work is completed. They see us as dispensable. �The Egyptian, Atlantean, Lemurian, Indus Valley, Aztec, Mayan, the more contemporary racial lines, and other lesser-known ones, were all related by Sumerian blood. They intermarried for many thousands of years, and as per the tablets informational and written history, all are directly related to these original Annunakii ancestors. Our esteemed ancestors they are Sam; remember that, for this is the preeminent message here. �We have inherited a portion of their alien bloodline, some more, and some less, and some people, it was more on purpose. Ultimately, the reason for their great secrecy must come out,� she said, �and I think that I know what it is, all other speculations aside.� This sounded ominous to Sam, and he shot her a questioning look. He was not at all prepared for the answer. �Because, my dear, they have never given up on the Earth; they see it as their possession, planning to resurface to claim it one day. A day that is just around the corner for the Earth and her billions of unknowing, unenlightened masses who will then be cast into abject slavery and used in further genetic manipulations, as before, and as simple food for these alien carnivores. Oh yes, Sam-don�t gag! They eat humans! That is a significant importance of the bloodline, and the human is principally used in the ceremonies that go along with it. It�s as old as the hills. Well, think about it, honey; we eat cows, deer, fowl, fish, and the like. I know�I am sorry, it�s too early for those images; I was playing the advocate, here. �Yuck!� was Sam�s response. �I guess I haven�t mentioned that part too often, have I? Mostly for their blood rituals, and the hormones they carry in the bloodstream. Especially the woman�s menstrual flow, which is very rich in nutrients and adrenaline, and some divinatory powers are ascribed to the flow also, that its components can initiate. �Do you remember the term, �Scarlet Women�? That is what they meant, and they passed these ceremonial practices down to their bloodline descendants, the rulers of the various countries of the Earth. You see Sam, that�s in the tablets too! And that�s why they stay hidden!� �So? Wow! How about that, boys and girls?� Sam said, startled. �Man, we are no bullshit, related to blood hungry alien beings from another star system? Food, blood and slaves? Yow! Genetic manipulations? Double yow. Yeah, you know, Elly, that explanation, it somehow it feels right. What else could they want this mangy old planet for? And the slave workers that they created were the first human race? How about that?� Sam trailed off, lost in a depthless newly realized sense of coming confrontation; moreover, he could see that he was on the crest of its eminent manifestation. �If you can stand one more speculation Sam,� Elly said, her voice made most mysterious, pulling on her jeans and a pale green camisole, �the Earth that the Illuminators want for their alien masters, is not a paradise envisioned by poets of some beautified, Garden of Eden world. �No, I believe they want a nasty, humid, polluted, stuffy, and vile place like their homeland was described as being; a swamp, really. Much like the one that we have made, right now of the Earth, or the one even worse cesspool that is in the process of being created. The Illuminators, the modern Nephlim, are creating it for them, you see. The Annunakii are waiting to regain the surface after all of the dirty work is completed. �They have discovered a very descriptive Niburian-Sumerian tablet within the first hundred that had been excavated, and, as in most of their analyses, they ascribed it to folklore or a creation myth, bypassing the exact message, and its intent. That tablet was a veritable �heads-up� for our planet. I�ll see if I can find a copy of it somewhere. I�d say that it was a warning.� �Oh shit,� Sam said, worried just a lot, �is there any time left for us to have any fun? Time left to just enjoy being alive, �cause God knows we need to find all we can before�DUM-Ta-Da-Dum-mmm! The End!!� �We�ll see what we can squeeze in, darling,� Elly said, smiling coyly, and blew him an air kiss. Sam felt much better hearing her provocative allusion. He saw the promise of another night between her silken legs. �I suppose that,� he said, �coming from Africa, the first people were dark-complexioned,� Sam speculated. �Ya� think, perhaps, Elly? So�several hundred years ago, our bass-akward country and others like us, enslave these �first� people from Africa. Is that karma? Now, maybe that�s a form of poetic justice? �I wonder, too� Sam went on, �if maybe if that�s why, that this great �master race� is in hiding, afraid that they�ll get their asses kicked by their former slaves, and, it explains why they want to take over everything, eventually. �Say, too, if you know,� Sam rattled on while Elly finished dressing. He was proud of his part in this great unfolding of truths. ��what did our ancient forefathers look like? Any pictures of them on these tablets? They must have had some light skin genes somewhere along the way, don�t you think? I mean, look at us.� �Well, I�ve got a surprise for you, Big Guy!� Elly laughed, grabbing her shoulder bag, �Hold on to your hat,� she said chuckling even louder, as she kissed him, and opened the door to go. �The Annunakii were Reptilians! Yes! There are carved representations of them in museums around the world, besides the first tablet descriptions. Think of the dragons from myth and lore, Sam, pervasive throughout history; for instance the crest of England, and the City of London, China, Egypt and so on. Think of the AMA, and their symbol the caduceus, which is claimed to be a representation of the genetic strand! Snakes, lizards, and like that; horns, and tails, claws and teeth, too. The snake has always represented wisdom, and it�s beginning to look like they outsmarted all of us! �Afraid it�s true! See you later, honey!� she cried happily, and the door clapped shut. Sam�s eyes went wider as Elly left, still laughing about her punch line. His mouth opened and stayed slack. Finally, he sat down and he moaned out loud. �Oo-o-o-o-ooh, yeah�that just figures,� he said, shaking his head wearily. �Do we ever do things the easy way on this friggin� planet?� He heard her BMW start up and idle for a minute. Elly ran back in and said, �One more thing love! Remember, the message here is that they are not going to stay hidden for much longer. I believe that this is so, and the Guides have confirmed the information, too. I guess I needed to say the words aloud for you, because we need to make plans to survive this madness. Also Sam, does it or does it not clarify why all of this is so important to our future? Kiss, kiss, honey, see you tonight!� |
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