THE ANNUNAKI ENIGMA:

ARMAGEDDON 2012

By

E. Gaylon McCollough, M.D.

and

Symm H. McCord, M.D.

EXCERPT

The Initial Contact

December 22, 2012,

White House, Oval Office,

Washington, D.C.

THE U.S. PRESIDENT LOOKED up from his desk and noted the intent look on the face of his chief of staff.

“What is it, Dick?  You look distressed.”

“Sir, United Nations Secretary-General Amano is on the phone.  He says it is urgent and he must speak to you now.”

The president lifted the phone, pushed the appropriate button, and put it to his ear.  “Mister Secretary-General, what is so pressing?”

“Mister President, we have a situation developing in the Caribbean in the vicinity of the island of North Bimini.  We are about to have extraterrestrial visitors.  What I must tell you about them at this time is that this contact will be of universal importance; so, I am ordering the heads of states of all superpowers and several other important nations to immediately go to Alice Town on that Island.  I cannot tell you anymore about them now, but you’ll understand why when they arrive.  You will be met there and transported to the planned landing site.  Sir, it is imperative that this all be done with utmost secrecy.  Your secret service can work out the logistics with my people.”

“Mister Secretary-General, I have a nation to run here.  I can’t be flying around to little island countries looking for UFOs.”

“I cannot impress upon you the importance of this meeting and the need for representation from the highest level of leadership in your country.  It is important that you attend in person.  We need the United States president, and not a lower level staff member.  Please, I cannot say more without risking a leak.  Even secured phone lines such as these can be monitored.  You must come!”

As the president lowered the phone his face was stern.  “Dick, something significant is happening on North Bimini.  I don’t know the extent.  Amano wouldn’t say, but he was very upset.  I’ve never heard him sound like that.  Make immediate plans for me to get to Alice Town.”

*  *  *  *  *

Moments Later,

In The Kremlin,

Moscow, Russia

“BUT I HAVE TO meet with the heads of state of two nations today.  I can’t make it down there for some fantasy.”

The president listened as the secretary-general explained.  There was no way that he could avoid this visitation.  He placed the phone into its cradle and looked up at his aide.  “Get me the fastest transportation we have to the island of North Bimini in the Caribbean, and do it immediately.  I really wish I knew what this was all about.”

*  *  *  *  *

Ten Minutes Later

Beijing, China

Office Of The President

“I’M MOST SORRY MISTER Secretary-General.  I am too important to the stability and guidance of my country to make this secret meeting that you have planned for us.”

“You must change your mind, Mister President,” Amano urged.  “This is an event of historical importance that may have immense consequences if handled improperly.”

“Sir, I’ll leave the handling up to you,” the Chinese president responded.  “You represent the world.”

The Chinese president handed the phone to an aide and stood up from behind his desk.  He stretched his arms in a relaxing motion and looked at the members from his staff who were sitting across from him and shrugged.

“I’ll let the United Nations take care of this.  All they’ll do is talk, as usual.  I have no time to waste on this.”

*  *  *  *  *

6:00 PM, December 23, 2012

On A Bimini Beach To The West Of Alice Town

In A Temporary Meeting Structure

“YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE,” BEGGED Amano, the secretary-general, as the volume of chatter in the structure began to drown out his request.

Many of the leaders were milling about talking with others and speculating on the reason for the developing situation.  They were concerned about the urgent and top-secret orders that the secretary-general had given each of them.

In the audience were two members of an elite U.S. group that was unknown to the populace except for those investigating UFOs.  Doug Bradley and his superior, Hank McConnell, were members of Aquarius, a branch of the Majestic-12 group based in the U.S. Naval Observatory that had been actively working the UFO scene since 1947.  They were the only people there, other than the secretary-general, who knew the extent of this quickly organized meeting.

Doug McConnell watched as Amano brought down the gavel on the makeshift podium, silencing the room.  The U.N. leader looked about the room, his jaw was clinched and concern echoed in his voice.

Amano pounded the gavel as the chatter subsided.  “Thank you for coming here today and doing it in such a timely manner.  I have noted that there are some leaders have chosen not to come and I believe that they will regret that decision.

“Yesterday we received word through credible sources that the UFOs which we have been observing for many years will be arriving here tonight.”  He paused as the room filled with an eerie silence.  “They have requested our presence, or more accurately, they have told us to be here tonight when they arrive.  They also declared that they are the reason that we and this planet exist.”

“Are we saying that these beings are our Creators?  They are God and the angels?” the Mexican president asked.

Amano stared at him, waited for a moment and answered.

“Yes.”

The room exploded as those attending expressed amazement and disbelief at what they had just heard.  They had all wondered about the large vehicles which were being seen in the skies around the world.  It was said that they could manoeuvre in ways not possible in any airplane, jets, or even rocket powered vehicles that were controlled by current earth technology, but God, angels–how could this be?

 “Gentlemen and ladies, silence, please.  As you now realize, this will be the most epic event in the history of our planet.  In the past, some of you have had communications with UFOs, especially the United States which has maintained long term communication.  Their communication has been rather one-sided, with very little information given to us as to their origin or the purpose of their constant surveillance of our world.”

“Why should we believe them?  What are we to do when they arrive?” the Russian president asked.

“We honestly do not know,” Amano answered shaking his head.  “We just have to wait.  We’ve had ongoing speculation for years as to who they are and what they want with us.  Tonight we may find the answers to, at least, some of our questions.  I wish I could tell you more but we are truly in the dark.  We have representatives here who have had contact and know more about them than I do, but they have been warned many times by these extraterrestrials to not reveal any of their knowledge.”

“So they are extraterrestrial?” someone in the audience shouted.

“Our intermediaries have advised us,” Amano continued, “that they should be arriving here on the beach within the hour.  We don’t have a definite time frame but I believe we should gather there now.  Let me stress the necessity of being orderly, and I also feel compelled to say that, from what our advisors tell us, we have no reason for fear.”

With that the group rose out of their seats and began moving toward the door to the beach which was only seventy or seventy-five yards away from the building.

As he exited the building, Doug Bradley could see several battleships and an aircraft carrier a half-mile or so out on the water.  There were F-15 and F-16 jets patrolling the sky around the assembly area that were from the Nimitz class carrier which happened to be the USS Ronald Reagan.

Several hundred yards up the beach in both directions, he could see the blue helmeted units of United Nations troops that Amano had ordered in to guard the meeting.

The winter skies over Bimini were darkening as evening approached and the black horizon became fainter as Venus began its traverse through the sky.  As the first visible celestial body of the evening her glow was comforting.  The rhythm of the waves and the slow dance of the palm fronds helped to soothe the anxieties of the approaching world leaders as they began to gather near the edge of the water.

The serenity of the moment was suddenly broken as five F16s screamed across the coast line in perfect formation as they guarded the most important meeting of beings in the history of the planet.

 “I wonder how these leaders will react when they see a starship descending from the sky.” Doug said in a low voice as he leaned his head toward Hank.  “Most of have never seen a UFO and have based most of their understanding on the words and descriptions of witnesses to form their images.  The real thing will be quite different.”

“Agreed,” Hank responded.  “Let’s hope no one panics.”

When they reached the beach Doug saw Amano, the UN leader.  He was speaking into a walkie-talkie and nodding his head, apparently in agreement with whoever was on the other end.  As he lowered the walkie-talkie he looked up, scanning the sky above.

“I’m in contact with one of our ships off the coast,” he said in a loud voice and looked back at the large group of leaders.  “They are monitoring the skies with radar.  The captain tells me that they have locked onto a very large vessel heading this way.  We should soon have visual contact.”

“There, there it is,” the United States president shouted and pointed toward a region of the sky.

The members all began looking upwards in that direction and soon a loud hum of excitement could be heard up and down the beach.”

“I don’t see it.” The French president complained in his native tongue.

“I think I do,” said an excited British prime minister pointing upward.  “Yes, I do.  It’s just a small speck with a light on it.”

The conversation and speculation picked up as the object came closer.

“It has more than one light,” the Brit added after a short lull in the talk.

“It looks like a triangle with lights on each corner,” the Australian leader exclaimed, as it came even closer.

The discourse was becoming louder and louder as the vessel approached.  They were just beginning to realize the enormity of the ship.

“Look at that,” Doug said touching Hank on the shoulders.  “The size and configuration are growing larger and larger.  It’s thicker on the front angle than in the back, and now you can get an idea of the height and length of that thing.  My God, it must be ten stories high out front, and the length is unbelievable.  Hank, that thing is long enough to land one of our jets on top of it.”

“No wonder some of our witnesses have had such contempt when we’ve tried to play down the size of these vessels they described to us.”

As the gigantic starship began to settle above the beach, quietness engulfed the crowd that was awed by the sight above them.  The view of the sky was blocked by the profile of the massive machine.  The underside was lit by lights that came on as it hung three or four hundred feet above the beach.  The details of the under surface could be seen with great clarity and exhaust vents, piping, and the many formations of that visible part of the ship were in plain view.  The three large bright lights on each corner of the vessel shined downward, lighting up the beach for many yards past its borders and out over the waves that were rolling in.  The light was so bright that some of the leaders were shielding their eyes.

“Look at the details on the belly of that ship,” Hank noted.  “What the hell powers it?  How can it travel such distances so fast?  Maybe we’ll find answers to some of our questions when we talk to the beings that control it.”

“Aye mates, I see a door or gate or something opening in the back,” the Aussie leader informed them as he looked toward the rear of the ship.

As he spoke several shuttles began to exit from the opening doors.  They appeared small, maybe ten feet wide and twenty or thirty feet long.  The fronts of these flying matchboxes were sloped downward like a wedge, and as they exited the mammoth starship they moved slowly toward the beach.  One by one seven shuttles settled side by side on the white sands of the beach that were reflecting the light shining from the base of the starship.  All but one were a grey colour.  The seventh vehicle parked between the other six was a luminous-bright white.  On the side of each ship was the profile of a snake coiled on its tail with the upper third of its body standing erect.  A forked tongue was protruding from its mouth.

Doug stood transfixed looking at the sight above and exclaimed in a low voice.  “I can feel my heart racing, Hank.  It’s been a long time since we’ve been so close to them.  The circumstances were different; then, there wasn’t as many of them.  I recall only small shuttles and nothing like that behemoth floating above us now.”

“When our visitors come out of the shuttles, these worldly leaders are going to be stunned,” he continued.  “I’ll never forget the first time I saw them.”

Just as Doug finished his sentence, the doors on each side of the shuttles began to slowly rise upward like the wings of a bird as it begins flight.

As the onlookers gasped, the first beings from the grey shuttles exited and gathered around the white one.  There appeared to be three species, one of which was obviously the grey of Roswell fame with its large almond shaped eyes.  The second species was a bit larger than the greys and appeared more closely related to the human species of earth.  Its skin had a yellowish hue, and the black hair on its scalp was coarse.  Most noticeable was the small solid black eyes.  The third group that exited the grey shuttles was made up of a very large and warrior-like species.  Their skin covering was a mahogany colour.  They had large amounts of body hair, and eyes that appeared totally human with an iris and pupil, surrounded by white.

“God, look at them,” the U.S. president gasped.

Momentarily, a single-taller figure emerged from the white shuttle.  The grace of its movement was noticeable.  It was a grey, but this creature was much taller than the other greys. He and the other beings from the white shuttle were dressed in long Toga-like apparel and appeared to be the leaders of the group.  The dress of the remainder of the group coming from the six grey shuttles was also in the manner of a fabric wrap but was limited to the pelvic region, with a shoulder wrap for use when needed by the males, and a wrap which concealed the chest and breasts for the females.

The large grey approached Amano.  The secretary-general’s personnel gathered closer to him as if protecting him from the unknown.  Standing erect in front of Amano, the grey spoke to him.  “My name is Jhowah.  We have much to discuss.  Please take us inside?”

“Yes,” Amano answered after a short pause.  He turned to the assembled group of leaders and spoke.  “Let us return to the temporary facility and hear the words of these beings.”

With that they all turned and he led the entire gathering into the building.

Doug Bradley was in his sixties, stood tall and erect, and was bald with the perimeter of his scalp showing a growing amount of grey hair. 

Doug’s superior, Hank McConnell, was the chief of the Aquarius group, a clandestine unit of the federal government that had been responsible for crash retrieval and cover-up of the UFO phenomenon.  Hank was a short but muscular guy in his forties who had a full head of hair, but had kept a flat-top haircut since his teen years.  He handled the Aquarian group with a stern no-nonsense demeanour, having been a top sergeant earlier in his career before being assigned to the unit.  When a UFO crashed his team would come together like a well-oiled machine and complete the clean up in rapid time. 

When an obviously legitimate sighting of a UFO occurred, they would get into the mix and usually be successful in debunking it with well-placed remarks which might often lay ridicule on the witnesses.  Ridicule was the main tool used by Aquarius and other branches of the government until recent efforts to desensitize the public.  It was an effective method to keep down the assumed public anxiety over the idea of extraterrestrial intelligent life.  A report by the Brookings Institute in the early 1960s suggested the use of such precautions for fear of the effects such a revelation might do to world societies and religions.

As Doug and Hank entered the building, they could sense the electricity in the air coming from the anticipation of those present.  There was constant chattering in the room as they found a seat.

“Hank, I know we have been working with these beings from a distance for all these years, but doesn’t this all overwhelm you sometimes?  I mean now that we are face to face with them and their vehicle, as large as it is, floating above us.  The enormity of space and the fact that we were created by these beings from other worlds and from other star systems is something that those people, who haven’t been privy to what we’ve known for years, are going to have a hard time digesting.  The Bible speaks of ‘false prophets.’  Theologians will have a field day with this.  They will surely try to say that this is the work of the devil.  I wonder what miracle Jhowah will use to prove that He is who He says He is.”

“It does make more sense than the way I have always wondered about God,” Hank admitted.  “After all, we’ve always been told that we are made in His image.”

“In their image,” Doug corrected him.

“Exactly,” Hank consented, “and you and I certainly don’t look like the image we saw tonight.  I’ve always pictured Him somewhat like Moses with a staff in one hand and with open arms standing on a cloud high above us.  Perhaps he will address some of these questions today.

“By the way, I have discussed your question about the general acceptance of Jhowah with our chief, Majic-1, on several occasions,” Hank continued, “and his opinion and the opinion of those in the know is that there have been over sixty years of viewing unidentifiable, unworldly craft or UFOs, alien abductions, the Star Trek and Stargate television series, the Star Wars movies, Planet of The Apes and Superman movies.  Beside the science fiction books and video exposure, the crash of the shuttles at Roswell, New Mexico, during the lightning storms in forty-seven has been thoroughly investigated and it has been shown that there is little doubt that the crash was of a spaceship and that there were several humanoid beings aboard, beings that were not of this planet.  There has been a host of witnesses to the event that have come forward, including a general and a Colonel who were a part of the cover up.

“They feel that the populations of the earth have been desensitized and are not only ready to accept this revelation but are eagerly waiting for it to occur.  After all, our Bibles began preparing us for this event thousands of years ago.  If you are a believer it’s not very difficult to fit this all into the stories from the Bible.  They were handed down through the ages by people who were obviously not very high tech and unable to comprehend some of what they saw.” 

“I see where Majic-1 is coming from,” Doug replied.  “I just didn’t think that it would happen in my lifetime.”

As Doug finished talking he noticed a hush come over the assembled group and all began looking forward where Jhowah was approaching the podium. 

Jhowah was an intimidating site and as Doug looked about he saw the expressions on the faces of the others.  This alien being was not exactly like the pictures of the grey extraterrestrial species that they had all seen in magazines and on TV documentaries over the years.  This grey’s features were stronger and His large black eyes seemed to bore into their very minds which, in reality, He was doing.  He wore a long white covering reminiscent of the togas of ancient Rome which, in retrospect, may very well have been originally designed from such dress.

Doug noticed the human individual standing at his right who also was draped in the toga-like material.  He was taller than Jhowah and a very handsome man with long, flowing, and uncut brown hair.  The two stood soldierly erect and looked at each other; never really speaking a word, but it was obvious that they were in communication.

“Hank, do you think the human could be Jesus?”

“I don’t know, Doug.  Aren’t we taught that they are one and the same, as well as the Holy Spirit?”

“Yes,” Doug answered with a bit of confusion on his face.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Hank concluded.

Soon Jhowah turned and held his arms out wide in an effort to let the audience know that he was about to speak.  When He brought his arms back down and placed his long grey spindly fingers on the speaker’s podium not a sound could be heard.

His voice was not loud nor was it unusual from any that the audience had heard before.  All representatives in the audience heard every word he spoke.  No translation was required for anyone among the many national representatives present, a point Doug noticed with amazement.

“I bring you a message of welcome into the new and modern age that you are about to enter.  The beings you are being exposed to from our mothership, the SSV Command, are the very beings who worked so diligently many millennia ago to create this beautiful world that you have been given.  They also created your original ancestors and, as well, initially helped them to adapt to this planet using a simulated surface environment on our starship.  They later moved them down to their colony site to carry out their lives.”

He paused and looked about, his eyes scanning the group and, as Doug realized, his mind was assessing the thoughts of all.

“I know you have many questions,” he continued.  “I know many of you are wondering where we were before we came here.  It is time that you know.  We have all come from an area in this galaxy known to you as the Reticulum Constellation. Zeta-1 Reticuli, the furthest star system of our home planets from here, is about thirty-five light years based on your system of chronology and linear measurement.

“It took many years to prepare your planet for human inhabitance.  The evolutionary process to prepare your planet for intelligent life occurred well before we came and created animal and plant life.  It was a slow and tedious process of a number of alternating cycles, some of which came very close to destroying even the microscopic forms of life that first evolved here.  Each cycle, however, resulted in an infrastructure needed by the human species to exist here.  When your kind was created, we imbedded a code in your genetic makeup so that each subsequent generation could evolve in mind and body.  We also knew that it would become beneficial for you and the other life forms that would inhabit the planet with you, and for them to evolve with you.  Each cycle created resources that you would eventually need to sustain life and prosper as a species.

 “Once the atmosphere and surface conditions of Soleus-3 successfully evolved to support a pleasant climate, a menagerie of life forms was compiled and strategically seeded over the lands and waters among those that had spontaneously evolved.  One creature in particular was created with both the ability and responsibility to have dominion over all the rest.  That creature was the one I instructed Moses, when he synopsized the events of creation, to call ‘Adam’.

“Creating this uniquely suited outpost on Earth or Soleus-3 was the pivotal point in a genetically engineered experiment that originated a long time ago in the star systems that I previously mentioned known to you as the Reticulum Constellation.

 “The team that was assembled created a garden paradise that you call Earth; though, as I have previously indicated, in our systems your planet is known as Soleus-3.  The name we gave it is based on your positioning in relation to your star, which you have named the sun but which we refer to as Soleus.

“At long last, your species has evolved to the point that it can grasp what is happening to you and around you.  For reasons that you will come to see, we have intentionally revealed ourselves to you in small doses.  The pilot program of which you have been a part, is a complex and challenging one that involved dimensions that you are not yet, prepared to comprehend.  However, today I thought that it might help if I addressed some of the questions that have perplexed your kind for thousands of years.  By doing so, it might help you to understand why you are here.  More importantly, it will show you why I am here.  For those of you who are not scientists, what I am about to reveal may seem a bit confusing.  I know that you are recording my words, so you can refer to them as often as necessary to help with your understanding.

“Those of us who participated in the creation of your planet and the human race come from four different planetary systems.  We are three different species and we based your races on our species.  It was the idea of one of our top scientists and we made it a part of our plan as we began to create humanity. 

“The first cloned creation was created on Hivania, the mother planet of our scientific institute, since our genetic labs are located there.  Strategically selected chromosomes were gathered from the three participating species.  Once compiled, the prescribed genetic materials were extracted from the pool and scientifically engineered into a never-before constructed genome; the one that came to be known throughout the Reticulum Alliance as the human genome.

“As expected, the new being was a composite of physical and intellectual features possessed by its gene donors, and, like each of us, possessed the ability to be the master of its thoughts and actions and to communicate thoughts to us and to each other by both verbal and non-verbal means.  Inbred into our creation’s intricately designed body was the capability to reproduce others of like kind, giving the species, when we were ready for you to do so, the capacity to evolve physically and intellectually as well as individually and as groups.  The Reticulum Experiment of Jhowah was devised to see if, given the ability to create a world of its own choosing, what kind of a colony would the mortalized version of god like beings choose?

“This challenge was conceived by myself and developed and refined by the geneticists in our Hivanian labs.  All of the scientists we gathered to create the human genome are members of a group which is known as the Society of Reticulum Genetic Engineers, or SORGE for abbreviated reference.  Once developed, the pilot program was assigned to the individual specialty that who had been trained and given experience in previous similar projects.  Up until the time of this experiment, each of the planets within our kingdom was colonized by relocating selected individuals from existing species. But, we saw an opportunity to create an entirely new species, a dream of all SORGE members, capable of sharing the traits of each of us who were committed to creating Reticulum-like colonies on planets throughout the galaxy.

“Initially, the Solean project seemed to show great promise, but the intervention of one our former allies, turned adversary, created confusion in the minds of the new species.

“Human beings were forced to choose between our ways and those represented by the traitorous outcast, Sezan, who became obsessed with envy and set out to derail the project as it was intended.  Very quickly, Soleans learned that serving two masters was impossible.  Sezan had long been aware of this truism and used it to convince many of your fellow Soleans that, with him, they could build up great treasures, giving them power over other men and the privilege to enjoy many immoral and enjoyable acts of the flesh. 

“Despite repeated admonitions from messengers of the Reticulum task force, including the exemplary mission carried out when Metatron lived on your planet as Enoch, and then by my only son, known on your planet as Jesus of Nazareth, Soleans seemed bent on a course of defiance and self-destruction. 

“It was our hope to use your races to heal the distrust between our three species. What we did, however, was to stand by and allow you to exercise free will, a trait that we instilled in you, and a decision that led to your dividing into competing societies.  Rather than looking upon each other as co-inhabitants and protectors of your planet, you looked upon your fellow man as an adversary.  Too many of you followed leaders who sought power over you and others.  As a result, all kinds of racism and cults developed here. As greed, envy, and hatred took root, they began to eat away at your societies.  The ways of Sezan interfered with how we hoped the experiment would play out. 

“When human creation occurred we instilled in you all of the things that a civilization needs to survive and prosper.  The greatest gift was free will, the ability to choose your own destiny as a species and to create a world of your own choosing.”

Doug leaned toward Hank and spoke softly.  “I never expected that he would take so much time to explain all of this.”

“I’m glad he has,” Hank said.

Jhowah continued with his revelation.

“Our hope was that you would choose ‘good’ over ‘evil’ and evolve into an advanced civilization, much like our own.  We gave you the best genes and characteristics of each of the three races who were involved in the experiment. SORGE chose to call our challenge the ‘Jhowah Experiment’ or ‘The Challenge of Jhowah’ because I had made the challenge a year before it was begun.  Our objective was to see if we could begin with a raw totally underdeveloped planet and create a Reticulum-like world in this star system. 

“As I referenced earlier, there was one of your Creators who made unauthorized changes in our plans.  You have referred to him as Satan or Lucifer but we all know him as Sezan Lucefed, a Dromedan who was originally from the planet Dromedos.  He was incarcerated for his heinous act which caused many problems in our work and in your history, and almost caused the destruction of your original ancestors.  He was sentenced to spend eternity on the penal planet of Sheolos, but while in transit to the planet he escaped from his captors and returned secretly to Soleus-3 to collect a following of those who were loyal to him.  He has been able to evade capture, and continues in his efforts to thwart our plans and take control of all that you are.

“Our hopes also have been for a civilization here on Soleus-3 from which we could study and learn, to see what beings derived from the three gene pools we used to create the human genome could become.  We had great hopes of going on to another world in another star system and using this accumulated knowledge to create other beings, probably human like you, and add more life to our beautiful universe.  We have halted such an effort as we have observed you in these most recent days.”

Hank and Doug both turned to each other wondering what was ahead that would cause this change in Jhowah’s plans.

“Technology has the potential to enhance your lives and beautify what you already have,” he continued, “but as you look more and more into the secrets of the universe and experiment with your learned technology, you have made some very bad decisions.  We realize the influence that Sezan has had on humanity that opened the way for these poor decisions.  It comes from all of the continents and their subdivisions.  The different governments you have created show a complete lack of trust among you, leading to chaos and wars designed to rule over your fellow man and make him subservient to you.  The wars that occur and the complete corruption of the great code of law which I gave to Moses and were reiterated by Jesus of Nazareth are unacceptable.  I will not allow this to continue.

“Some of the religions that have been created by humankind are not based on love of me or your fellow man.  They are the clever work of Sezan and his minions.  Hiding behind religious doctrine, you hate in my name.  You enslave in my name.  You follow leaders who are beholding to the ways of Sezan or Satan, as you call him.  You are deceived by great orators who advocate class and racial warfare and the ultimate annihilation of those who try to follow my commandments. You kill in my name. You have made a mockery of me and the greatest project ever conceived.  We have tried to create a society here on Soleus-3, but what has evolved is something quite different.”

Doug looked about. He could see apprehension in the eyes of the leaders.  It was evident that Jhowah had come to inform mankind of his displeasure, face to face, and offer it one last opportunity to change the distrusting patterns that it had embraced.  Not one individual there, from journalist to world leader, could deny these admonitions of Jhowah.

He continued, “In order for all of us, Creators and created alike, to continue with our lives and the dreams that we have in place for our futures, you must put aside your petty differences of politics and the agendas you have for national or global domination.  I will not allow my Son to continue to bear a burden that you should carry. You were created with free will, the capacity to know right from wrong, and the ability to choose between the two.”

Jhowah paused.  Doug knew that he was assessing the thoughts of the Earth leaders.  The Hivanian sensed apprehension and even thoughts of deception that he could not allow. There were a few who knew there could be no other course, but their resolve was not shared by the majority of the representatives seated before him.

“No!” the leader exclaimed with a determined sound to his voice.  “We will not be duped by those of you with plans to deceive.  Those who do so, will regret your actions if you attempt to do.”

It was a shock but the representatives of Earth were beginning to realize the powers of this supreme being who stood before them. They had not been aware of course; of his acquired ability of telempathism and that it was a gift occurring when Sezan, whom earthlings called Satan, had discovered the enzymatic cause of aging while working as a member of SORGE on their home planets. 

Sezan’s genetic manipulations to neutralize the enzymatic anomalies of aging had unexpectedly accelerated the evolutionary process of the communicative centers of their brains and created an incidental side effect that gave them the ability to sense the thoughts and the emotions of others.  They were both telepathic and empathic.  This event had occurred before the beginning of this project on Soleus-3 and before Sezan’s failed incarceration for attempting to control the creations by instilling an unauthorized genetic change.

Through experimental manipulations of the genetic code of the creations in the project, and without authorization by the specialists in SORGE, Sezan had attempted to augment their sexual urge, explaining that he was doing so to reduce sexual apathy which would eventually reduce the population of the creations.  It was then that his effort was discovered and he was expelled from the project and incarcerated only to escape later while being transported to the penal planet of Sheolos.

Jhowah became angry as He looked about and sensed the desire of the earthlings in His presence to undermine His efforts.  His anger was reflected in His large black eyes as they emanated a noticeable reddish hue which intensified as His anger increased. It was quite obvious that Metatron sensed Jhowah’s anger.

“As I stand before you I have made a decision,” Jhowah explained, controlling his anger. “We cannot afford to waste time with our planned efforts and let those of you who might try to deceive to continue their wrongful ways.  Because there are those among you who have been loyal to my laws, I will delay judgment.  There will be a period of probation and monitoring among the nations of this planet in which we will observe the actions and emotions of its leaders. 

“Be forewarned, we will not tolerate any further deceit or acts of war, overt or covert.  As we return to Paradon, the city where our science labs are located on my home planet of Hivania, I will leave in my place, the most trusted of my leaders, Metatron, who stands here beside me, and whom you have known through Biblical teachings as Enoch, the son of Jared in the early days of your human civilization.  

“Metatron will remain here on or near Soleus-3 to see that our covenant with you is consummated.  You will learn more about him and the covenant.  For some among you, his presence will serve as a comforter.  For others, he will represent the one true all-seeing eye.  He will be returning at intervals to assess your progress at maintaining peace. Now that you have seen me and heard my words of admonition with your own ears, he will assess you as you create a society of love not distrust, chaos, and war and report his findings to me when needed.

“When we are assured that you are committed to applying yourselves to a common goal such as I have now repeated to those of this generation, we have plans to go forth into the universe to other planets where we will work towards the creation of newer and even greater civilizations.  There are planets that we have already identified as capable of sustaining and nurturing life as we know it and similar to what you have here on Soleus-3.

“Ready your minds and ambitions toward preparations for such things. Look about you and determine who among you is with me and who is with Sezan?  If there are those whom you know to be Sezan’s disciples, cast them aside and remove them from positions of leadership. Those who are beholden to me must prove that you are willing to do what is necessary to change what has been happening on this planet since our first creations defied my instructions.  This is the first step in saving the earth and its inhabitants.

“The hopes of the populations of the Reticulum planets are with you as I now depart.  My hope is that you will heed these admonitions.  You are our children, the creations of our minds from our hearts; however, the time will come when we will have to decide if you are with us or against us.  Metatron will be here or nearby and will come to you if you need him.  Goodbye until I return.”

With those words Jhowah stepped back from the podium, stared at Metatron, and then made his way to the front of the stage, his toga-like dress swirling as he moved about.  He stood erect and bowed his head and, as the onlookers watched in awe, raised his arms and faded slowly from their sight.  Metatron, who had stood beside him, departed in less dramatic fashion using the same dimensional transfer technique.  Although many of those present had seen the science fiction television series and movies in which mortal beings were “beamed” to other locations; this was the first time they had witnessed or even realized such a mode of transport was possible. 

In their manner of departure, Jhowah had certainly shown that He and Metatron were capable of a miracle.  The chatter of those present rose slowly.  The great leader had left an indelible impression on them and had convinced many of the unbelievers of the supremacy of his being.

But the seeds of discontent were also present in the room.  Samael Amazad, a Dromedan agent of Sezan Lucefed, hoping that Jhowah wouldn’t see him, had successfully slipped into the meeting before it had begun.  He was seated near the entrance to the temporary facility.  His ability to mask his thoughts and emotions from the extraterrestrial creators had been developed and refined for millennia and he would be taking the information, which he had learned, back to Sezan.  His disguise as a third-world journalist had served him and Sezan well.  His Dromedan facial characteristics were easily covered by make-up and dark glasses.  If possible, and if events allowed, his knowledge would add significantly to Sezan’s ability to interfere with Jhowah’s plans and would assist him in his desire to, one day, control the project and the earthly creations.