Extraterrestrials have interacted with us, the current Earthlings, since 300,000 years ago, when geneticists of the Goldmining Expedition from Planet Nibiru to Earth (the Anunnaki) adapted (adding Proto-Sasquatch genes, copper, minerals and mDNA) their genome to this planet to create us as their slave race. Statues, clay tablets and oral traditions tell us many a story of our ancestors traveling in and viewing Nibiran spacecraft.
Ancient depiction of rocket in silo, astronauts within
We see ETs’ skeletons, advanced technological devices, models of their aircraft, depictions of their astronauts and megalithic structures on every continent, under the seas and in the caverns deep within the Earth.
The wall at Pumapunku, Peru next to their spaceport at Tiahuancu features reliefs of Greys and Coneheads.
The Bible abounds with stories of ETs intervening in the affairs of Earthlings.
Ezekiel rockets to Nibiru
Modern UFO research and documented contactee testimonies give us evidence that any reasonable court of law would find utterly convincing that we have been and still are in extensive contact with ETs and that the Nations of Earth have made treaties of cooperation with Extraterrestrials, some of whom have abducted Earthlings for experimentation, breeding and slavery.
Millions of people from every continent have been in direct, personal and astral contact with ETs on this and other planets, in space and on their craft.
Contemporary Earth governments and the Vatican have suppressed information about their clandestine treaties and ridiculed, intimidated, ruined and even assassinated people who have blown the whistle on our leaders’ agreements with the ETs as well as our secret space program bases and orbiting craft as well as those of several species of extraterrestrials on Mars, Luna and other planets and satellites in our solar system and others.
GET A NONJUDGMENTAL HYPNOTHERAPIST
If you want to explore Alien contact you may have had, get a nonjudgmental, open hypnotherapist. This person shows you how to accept yourself, your subselves, and your experiences.
She or he hears what you say you experience and doesn’t bug you about whether what you saw, felt, heard, intuited, envisioned was real. Your therapist says, “After the trance session, you’ll remember of the session what’s in your best interest to remember when the time’s right for you to remember it.”
You came to hypnosis to explore alien contact, but past, future, parallel or interdimensional lives may flood your consciousness. You may well then relive ET contact you had in these incarnations in other bodies, times and places.
Trance-work lets you recall way more detail of how you and aliens contacted each other.
Again, though you came to explore your alien experiences, you may instead relive military or cult abductions, psychedelic journeys, vision quests or astral trips. The alien memories you access can, in your trance, segue with womb, childhood and adult memories. Whatever you notice, your therapist helps you drop fear, trauma and memory blocks when it serves you to do so.
Perhaps you’ll hear again words and thoughts you and your hybrid kids and ancestors shared as you and they dwelt in other bodies, times and places–within the Earth, in space on spacecraft, on other planets,and in nonphysical realms.
You could remember sex with aliens.
Or merge with the Creator-of-All.
You benefit from the perspectives and wisdom you gain during the contact and get even more benefits when you expand your memories in trance. Inevitably, you give the world the insights you got, still get and will continue to get from alien contact.
Your therapist lets you recall alien contacts at a pace you can assimilate. In trance, you can keep enlarging what you recall. You glean more details.
You see how you and your family members have made ET contact all your lives. You see that contact is ongoing and will probably continue.
You get that you consented to alien contact.
You celebrate your mission in the Big Story.
You end each hypnotherapy session when you’ve had enough for now; your therapist won’t push you. She or he helps you center yourself so you can operate in daily life, honor your ecology and recognize, accept and address the needs of your Inner Child, Internal Critic, Social Subself and Inner Therapist.
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The great alien contact hypnotherapist, Barbara Lamb, says that how you react to alien contact “may range from wonder, awe, and enlightenment to extreme anxiety, phobias, and sometimes, inability to function.”
Mysterious interruptions in your life, disorientation, confusion, panic attacks, anxieties you don’t understand, flashbacks, intense dreams, fears that you’re crazy, distrust of others, addiction, compulsions, psychic abilities, fears of being left alone or fears bright lights follow you may be clues aliens contacted you. If you fear darkness, if you’re scared of falling asleep, these fears may lead you in therapy, to a repressed ET contact memory. Lamb writes that If you fear praying mantises, spiders, snakes or worry about animal or owl eyes your hypnotist can use these fears as a gateways to recall alien contacts you repressed.
Here’s more hints you had alien contact: you sleep clothed, wake at a certain time each night, feel like you’ve been dropped into bed, wake in strange positions, waken in rooms other than the one in which you went to sleep or wake miles away from your house, or wake up with your clothes on backward or not waken wearing clothes that belong to someone else.
Suspect alien contact if you have scoop-shaped scars, triangular marks on your butt, pus in your navel, fingertip marks on your body, pin-prick marks, lumps near your ear on or on your forehead.
Headaches, pains behind an eye, stiffness, back, neck or genital pain, nose problems, ringing or buzzing in your ears or blood on your pillow may, when you enter a trance, flash you back to an alien contact.
If you carried a fetus but hadn’t had sex, if you had a fetus in your uterus for a few months and then that fetus vanished without a trace, you probably had contact with ETs and should explore this with your therapist.
FREQUENT ALIEN MEMORIES
When you relive alien contact, you may feel again paralysis, you may re-experience levitating, moving through walls and windows, remember beaming up
You might recall ETs on a spacecraft doing medical procedures on you or re-experience Ambassador tutorials with ETs, or training classes you had on a spacecraftt with other children who have become people in your life now.
Whatever you recall, hypnotherapy can help you “assimilate and make sense of bizarre experiences and function well, even though these experiences continue.”
IF ALIENS TOLD YOU TO FORGET
Your therapist helps you relive alien contacts and to see the resonances of the alien experiences in ever-expanding detail even if aliens told you to forget them. You recorded everything you saw, felt, heard and thought. All your experiences imprinted in your biocomputer’s memory banks, some of which has been offline in your unconscious.
You can, with hypnotherapy, relive your experiences and release emotions and thoughts from your alien contacts. You learn to use your memories to better your life and enjoy ongoing contacts with the aliens.
“You have a right,” Lamb says, “to know. No harm will come to you or the aliens by remembering and sharing.”
Reference: Lamb, B., 2016, “Extra-Terrestrial Contact Experiences: How Regression Therapy Can Help”, The Journal of Regression Therapy
ACCESS EXTRATERRESTRIALS THOUGH YOUR CENTER
ACCESS YOUR CONTACTOR THOUGH YOUR CENTER By Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D.
If you’re an extraterrestrial or interdimensional Contactor, you may’ve suppressed an inner voice that agreed to your contacts. Perhaps you agreed and forgot you did.
Maybe you remember ETs invaded you and think they did so against your will. But a protective part of you– a primary subself–labeled the contact to which you agreed as “involuntary.” Your primary self may have hidden from your awareness that you said yes to paranormal or extraterrestrial contact.
Sometimes after extensive therapy and maturity you realize a part of you–a suppressed subpersonality, alter, part or repressed inner voice–did say “yes’ to contact. Your social or primary subselves can push your Inner Contactor, a voice inside your head–from your conscious awareness to shield you from conventional people who’d shame, punish, or even lock you away for recalling and speaking of your ET or other paranormal experiences.
But it can be safe now to let yourself to experience part of you that wants you to remember your experiences with ghosts, spacefaring entities, time travelers, and spirit guides as well as your own existence on other planets, in other dimensions and in the past and future. To the degree that you judge it safe, you can remember and even judiciously share your experiences with other Contactors as well as people in the ET-experiencers’ networks. You can, of course, share under a pen name and keep your privacy.
I suggest you let yourself remember such experiences. You can opt to keep your contacts private or share them. You learn, when you follow the cues below, to review and relive your contacts from your Center. Then you choose what to tell and what to hide from those who might freak if they hear what you experienced.
The cues teach you to center yourself, to identify with your Center. Your Center is your conscious awareness of your many subselves or inner voices. From your ever-expanding Center, you coordinate behavior that meets the deep needs of ever more of your inner voices. Your Center takes into account the needs of your Contactor subself as well as the needs of your primary social and practical selves. Primary selves like your Pleaser, Intellect, Parent, Judge and Self-Critic may keep you from the full awareness of the Contactor part of you so you can meet your social duties and not sound like a crazy to other people.
From your Center, you choose the degree to which you reveal or conceal your Contactor subself and its unconventional experiences. You assess how much of your Contactor you reveal to your own awareness and to other people. From your Center you can assess probable pushback you’ll get if you remember and share your contacts. You predict possible pushback from mates, friends, bosses, disinformation agents, military intimidators, religious bigots, and people who fear your revelations. Such people may fear your revelations if they’ve repressed their own paranormal intimations. You decide how much to reveal and how much to conceal, but you can at least let yourself remember.
The cue sequence below begins with an evocation of your primary inner voices. Seek their permission to explore your Contactor. Your primary voices that protect you from shame and punishment may’ve blocked you from either recalling your contacts or may have blocked you from recalling that you consented to contact. You’ve must get permission from your protective primary voices to let you hear the memories, desires and needs of your Inner Contactor. In the cue-sequence, you tell your primary voices you’ll let them stop interviewing your Contactor if these they sense that you’re recalling too much too fast. Your protective voices let you remember enough for you to handle as you respond to the cues to follow.
CREATE PRIVATE SETTING WHERE YOU CAN EMOTE LOUDLY
Disconnect phone, make sure no one can interrupt you for a few hours as you work through the cues. You’ll need several chairs or cushions and an area large enough area to lie down. Wear loose-fitting clothes. Create semi-darkness in the room.
VET A CUE-READER OR EXPLORE IN PRIVATE
Ask a nonjudgmental friend or therapist–your Reader–to read the cues to you. Tell her or him to give you plenty of time–at least five deep breaths–to respond to each cue. Make sure the reader doesn’t challenge the reality status (ontology) of your contact memories or ask questions that imply answers s/he expects. If you lack an open-minded reader, read the cues aloud into a recording device and play them to yourself. Or read each cue to yourself and take as much time as you like to respond aloud or in writing.
[Instructions for Reader]
Read the cues in bold aloud to the experiencer. Exception: read words in square brackets [like this]silently. The person to whom you read is “the Experiencer.”.Give the experiencer a few breaths’ time to respond aloud where you see asterisks (***). If the experiencer doesn’t respond to a cue-sentence, pause several breaths and read the cue aloud again. Address the Experiencer’s inner voices and the entities s/he invokes respectfully, appreciatively; do not push their limits. Start now; read aloud:
Sit here [Indicate place]; it’s the place for you to center yourself where you hear all your inner voices (parts). I’ll address your Center with your name [example: “Alex” is the name of my Center]. Breathe deeply and center yourself. Say, Center, about one of the main protective inner voices (like Intellect, Critic, Pleaser, and Pusher) you present to the world. What words or labels do you use for that voice? [Example: I call my Primary “Professor Lessin”] Describe this primary voice, the one you call[Use the same word Experiencer did to label the Primary]. Tell what this Primary’s like and what it does for you. ***
Thank you, Center.
[Identify with a Primary Subself]
Disidentify with your Center and move to a new place to embody this Primary–a subself from which you relate to other people.
[Wait till Experiencer moves. when you read the cues, substitute the name (e.g.: Inner Critic) with which Experiencer “Primary” where you see the word “Primary” below].
Hi. Embody that Primary. Say who you are [in example, you’d say, “Embody your Critic and say who you are.”] and the job you do in your Experiencer’s ecology. ***
When, Primary, did your life start? How long have you been around? What’s your history as [Experiencer name] ‘s Primary? ***
Say, Primary, what voices you protect? ***
What contributions have you, as [Experiencer name]‘s Primary, made to [Experiencer’s name] throughout life? ***
What would you like to be acknowledged and appreciated for? ***
When I ask you, Primary, to let [Experiencer’s name]speak from an inner voice that accesses ETs, ghosts, multidimensionals, visions, dreams and/or simultaneous existences in other times and places, if you sense your person’s Inner Child panic, shift the Contactor voice offstage and again take center-stage in Experiencer’s consciousness.
Thank you, Primary. I liked talking with you. Now let [Experiencer’s name] return to the Center position.
[Return to Center]
[Wait till Experiencer moves.] Hello again, Center. Say what you learned about the primary voice you just embodied. ***
Tell me, Center, about your Contactor–an inner subself–that experiences the paranormal. ***
Move your seat to a new place for your Contactor.
[Wait till Experiencer moves.] Become your Contactor. As Contactor, say what name your person can call you*** [Example: what I call my contactor “Alexander-Ben-Irving.” use Experiencer’s name for the word “Contractor” wherever you see it in the cues].
Say, Contactor, how you are, what you do for [Experiencer’s name]and what you like. ***
Tell me, Contactor, and main contact events with ETs, ghosts, multidimensionals, visions, dreams and/or simultaneous existences in other times and places in this and other lives with[Experiencer’s name]. ***
Relate one critical contact event in this life, a past life or future life. ***
[Trance Induction Steps] Imagine, contactor, you descend ten steps a spiral stairway. Each time you exhale, slide your hand along the bannister, go down a step and relax more.[Pause] after a while, step off of the staircase and onto a landing. See a blackboard and chalk on the landing. Take the chalk and write a number on the blackboard corresponding to how relaxed you are. 1-12 is slightly relaxed; 13-24, moderately; 25+, very relaxed. Tell me the number you write on the blackboard. ***
Relax more by writing the succeeding number below the first one. Relax still more by writing the next number behind the first one. Write the next number above your initial number, and relax more. Deepen your relaxation: write the next number in front of the first one. What number do you write in front? ***
Opposite the blackboard, see an elevator which is also a transporter. Its dial shows you’re on a floor, numbered the same as how many years old you are now. Enter the elevator-transporter. Push one of the elevator buttons. the floor number on the button you push is the year to which you’ll descend to access a critical event that might make your person’s contact experiences more accessible to conscious awareness. What’s the number on the button you pushed? ***
Go down in the elevator to the floor/age of the button you pushed. If your person experienced the event in a past life, let the elevator go to the subterranean floors of the building. If s/he experienced the event in a parallel or dream world existence, let him or her enters the transporter chamber under the building, activate the transporter, and emerge in the alternate reality.
[Relive Critical Contact Experience] Emerge from the elevator or transporter and step into a hall. There, see many doors. One bears your name and the contact experience that will help you remember so your Center can access your contacts. Open the door to your critical contact experience. Go inside a holographic chamber that can let you relive the experience. Any time, you can shift to a neutral, witnessing mode, detached from emotion or you can let a primary subself take you from this reverie if it is too intense for you right now. If you choose to proceed, see, hear, feel, sense and intuit everyone and everything as it was when you first experienced it.
Use the present (is, am, are) tense and describe the contact you relive. Experience and tell me in detail:
What you see ***
What you hear ***
What you feel ***
What you smell ***
What you taste ***
What you sense ***
What you think ***
What you intuit ***
How do you breathe during this situation? ***
Do you get an implant, upgrade, pregnancy, healing during the experience. ***
Do you give ova, sperm or a fetus in the experience? ***
[Speak as “Other” & Other’s Commander]
Now let “other” (one of the beings or people present or implied in the experience) speak with your voice, but not take you over. Temporarily identify with and vocalize for the “other” in your paranormal experience. [Allow plenty of time–take 10 breaths before you read the next cue].Who are you, being who now will speak with [Experiencer’s name]’s voice? ***
What are your reasons for contacting[Experiencer’s name]? ***
What mission do you have for[Experiencer’s name]? ***
How does your contact with [Experiencer’s name] fit into a program you’re working? ***
Why did you implant, upgrade or manipulate the Contactee’s reproductive material and organs? ***
What’s your existence and the existence of your colleagues like in space, time, on your Homeworld, or in your dimension? ***
How is your Homeworld organized? How is it organized politically? ***
Describe housing, family and social relations on your Homeworld. Tell me about transport devices and craft there. ***
Cross-connect with your headquarters. We wish to speak with your High Commander. [Allow time]
Commander, tell us through your subordinate who now speaks through my Experiencer’s voice, what your purpose is in contacting my Experiencer. ***
What mission do you have for contactors in general? ***
Thank you, Commander. Now let your subordinate–the one we’re calling “Other”– resume speaking through [Experiencer’s name]’s voice. As the voice of the “Other”, what else would you like your person to know before you release her/his voice? ***
Thank you, “Other.”
[Embody contactor again]
Return again to the seat for your Contactor. [Wait till Experiencer moves back to the place where s/he enacts Contactor]
Hello again, Contactor. Tell your person what you’d like to be appreciated for now and through the years. *** What do you want, Contactor? ***
Why do you want that? What needs motivate what you want? ***
What else would you like your person to know before s/he goes back to Center? ***
Bid adieu to your Contactor for now. Exit the holo room, return to the elevator-transporter in the building of your ages. Go back in the elevator-transporter to the floor of your current age.
Go past the blackboard where you chalked the numbers, then ascend the stairs that lead you back to right here. On the tenth steps from the top, feel your consciousness start to return to the present. Step 9, more awake. 8,7,6, 5, becoming more awake. 4, 3, 2–almost totally alert. 1–wake up, fully awake and alert
[Snap your fingers; give Experiencer time to re-orient.]
[Return to Center]
Welcome back. Move back to the place for your Center. [Wait till s/he moves]
As Center, what did you learn from accessing your contactor and the voice of the “other” and its commander that your paranormal voice channeled for you? ***
[Identify with Neutral Witness]
Stand behind me and become neutral. Witness the energy from each of the positions–the Primary’s, Contactor’s, and other voices’ seats–from which you spoke as I summarize what each said. Feel the energy of each as I review them for you.
[Synopsize what Experiencer said from each voice]. ###
[Return to Center]
Experience yourself between your Primary and your Contactor. With the info from your Witness on your current ecology, regulate how much of your Contactor’s experience to reveal and what to conceal in various social contexts. Comment on the balance that seems right for you now. ***
[Own Your Power]
Pull your energy back from me; realize you now know how to conduct this sort of exploration on your own, without my reading to you.
Lamb, B., 2016, “Extra-Terrestrial Contact Experiences: How Regression Therapy Can Help”, the Journal of Regression Therapy
Stone, H. & Winkelman, S., 1998, “Embracing Our Selves”, and “Embracing Each Other” both 1989, New World Library: San Rafael).
BASKETBALL STAR BARON DAVIS ENHANCED DURING ABDUCTION SAYS HE NOW CAN THINK CLEARLY
NBA All-Star Baron Davis says he was abducted by aliens.
Baron Davis, a two-time NBA All-Star who most recently played for the Knicks, says he was abducted by aliens two weeks ago while driving from Las Vegas to LA.
In an interview with The Champs comedy podcast with hosts Neal Brennan and Moshe Kasher, the conversation somehow got around to aliens. Davis nonchalantly said he had just recently been abducted by aliens, shocking the hosts. They assumed he had been joking, but as Davis told his story they began to wonder. They asked if he was serious, to which Davis replied, “Yeah, hell yeah, dude.”
Driving from Las Vegas to LA, Davis saw a bright light headed his way. It was a windy road, and he was concerned because he thought it was a truck and there would be traffic. He said the light was red, then white and then really bright. He said they tuned him up, helped his clarity, increased his thinking ability.
Dr. Sasha and Janet Kira Lessin review the history of abductions, from the horrendous abductions of over 100,000 a year mostly young white women to a U.S./Grey-run base in New Mexico. Greys and other aliens, especially friends of the Greys, used the captives for breeding, experiments, organ banks and especially for sadistic gang rapes by aliens from all over the quadrant. The ETs ran a vast genetics lab two miles under Archuleta Mesa near Dulce, NM. The program of abuctions was authorized in 1947 by President Truman in exchange for the Illuminati power elite’s access to the technology with which they now rule the world. When President Carter realized that the NSA X group was running this program, he enlisted a special Delta Force Group, financed by Ross Perot and assisted by a sympathetic Reptilian to close down the base and rescue as many of the abductees as possible. The force rescued some 3,600 women, but needed to bomb the facility, killing the thousands of ETs running the base and some 30,000 or more abductees they couldn’t get out before fleeing before the alien defenders. The abduction program was curtailed until President Bush Senior let the ETs take a few hundred woman a year.
The Lessins also point out that Thoth/Kuluklan and eight other ET Homo Sapiens from Nibiru may have, as he told the Maya, returned to check Marduk/Ra/Allah as well as Enlil/Yahweh and the power elite that divide us and pit us against each other. There is speculation that President Obama, Ex-Presidents Clinton and Bush Jr. met Thoth in Tanzania a few weeks ago. The world may indeed have changed Dec 21, 2012, when Thoth returned. For more, see http://www.enkispeaks.com
HERE’S THE REPORT, first auditorily, then in print below OF THE DULCE RESCUE IN DETAIL
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Edited by CAPTAIN MARK RICHARDS
Published by – Earth Defense Headquarters http://www.edhca.org/
Condensed and re-edited by ‘BRANTON’ with the permission of E.D.H.
1947 TREATY SIGNED BY PRESIDENT HARRY TRUMAN
Government scientists (the secret government) purportedly labored alongside an alien force to work out the sundry ways the general population could be brought under an ultimate totalitarian control that would leave humanity as little more than farm animals to be used for breeding. All of which began with a 1947 treaty signed by President Harry Truman, that set in motion a plan where THE ELITE OBTAINED ALIEN TECHNOLOGICAL SECRETS IN EXCHANGE FOR PERMITTING THE ALIENS TO ABDUCT HUMAN SUBJECTS FOR THEIR DIABOLICAL RESEARCH. In time, the elite would be allowed to survive to become the overlords of the human sheep, under ultimate control of the aliens – like the dogs that watch the sheep on a human farm.
Located almost two miles beneath Archuleta Mesa on the Jicarilla Apache Indian Reservation near Dulce, New Mexico was an installation classified so secret, its existence would be one of the most protected realities in the world. There was the Earth’s first main joint United States Government/Alien biogenetics laboratory. Others existed in Colorado , Nevada , and Arizona , not to mention in a number of other locations like Afghanistan and Russia – but Dulce (is)/was the largest.
In an era when the officers in charge of the major military units were still part of the generation that looked on young women – potential mothers – as a treasure to be protected, to learn that THOUSANDS OF YOUNG FEMALES WERE BEING ABDUCTED, AND EVEN CREATED (CLONED, ETC.) FOR USE AS SEX SLAVES BY ALIENS was simply too much for such men to allow to continue.
CARTER TRIED TO STOP ABDUCTION PROGRAM
The turning point came when National Security Adviser Dr. Zbigniew Brzezinski met with President Jimmy Carter in the White House on June 14, 1977, with a number of other “intelligence operatives and leaders”, to bring the President up to speed on a number of top secret programs, including “Project Aquarius”, and the work being done at Dulce, Area 51, and other secret bases. Brzezinski, a member of the power elite that backed the “Grey” cause, never guessed that the President would be so shocked that he would soon turn to trusted military advisors in the military intelligence community for options of how to stop what had been going on.
PROJECT AQUARIUS/GLEEM”DEEP COVER
The National Security Agency (NSA) had been secretly fighting the alien cause, and the humans that worked for or with the aliens, since it was established in the mid-1950s’. Project Aquarius was originally established in 1953, by order of President Eisenhower, under control of NSC and MJ 12. In 1966, the Project’s name had been changed from Project Gleem to Project Aquarius, and portions of it went into DEEP COVER, hidden even from the CIA and the NSC. At that point, the NSA had opened “Department X” (to identify and study all alien or enemy operations that could be a threat to the United States or the Human Race in general), and “Department Z” (to “react” and “neutralize” any sort of threat to the United States or the Human Race).
Under secret Presidential Order, signed by President Jimmy Carter, the NSA’s Department Z, the newly established DELTA FORCE, and a specially hand-picked group of Air Force SOC, Navy SEAL, and Army Rangers were organized for a mission so secret that not even command officers were told what it was about until the night of the attack. The only ‘Attack Team’ leaders who knew what this would be about were the men involved in the NSA Department Z, who had been involved with fighting aliens for years. The commanding officer of the attack was none other than Captain Mark Richards, the son of the infamous “Dutchman”, Major Ellis Loyd Richards, who had been the commander of International Security (IS) since Admiral Chester W. Nimitz died in 1966…
By 1978, the NSA Department X was warning the human commanders of new programs starting at Dulce that were so frightening that even seasoned men of war were shocked. Thousands of young human females were being “created” in test tubes to be sex slaves for the aliens. But these clones were proving to be less than satisfying for the aliens’, because they didn’t “suffer” the same way that once free victims did. They could be engineered to provide better sexual tools for some of the stranger life forms, but they were proving to be nearly “mindless”, and thus couldn’t react with the “fear” that normal young women could. For that reason, while the clone program would continue, it had been decided that THE ABDUCTION PROGRAM WOULD BE STEPPED UP – WITH THE FORCED “SHORT-TERM” ATTACKS TO INCREASE BY 1980 TO OVER 100,000 A YEAR, AND THE FACILITY TO BE ENLARGED FOR “LONG-TERM” VICTIMS (WHO WOULD STAY THERE FOR AS LONG AS THEY LIVED) WITH NUMBERS OVER 75,000.
The labs at Dulce started cloning human females by a process perfected in the world’s largest and most advanced bio-genetic facility, Los Alamos . The elite humans who manipulated the worlds’ governments from the shadows would soon have a disposable slave-race, for medical culling of body parts and their own perverted pleasures.
Like the alien Greys, the U.S. (secret) Government secretly kidnaped and impregnated young females, then removed the hybrid fetus after a three-month time period, before accelerating their growth in laboratories. Biogenetic (DNA Manipulation) programming was then instilled – many being implanted with all sorts of devices, some that allowed them to be controlled at a distance through RF (Radio Frequency) transmissions.
From: EDH Archives: Dulce Interviews; WC-289487346–80…
“Level 7 is worse… It was like a whore house for pervert ETs’. Human females were brought there for ‘experiments’, but you can’t convince me that most of it wasn’t just sadistic pleasure for the Greys. They wouldn’t just impregnate the girls, they would sexually torture them for hours. Sure there were the scientific procedures, but there were also orgies where a few pretty human females would be given to a large number of Greys for nothing less than a brutal gang-rape. And this was constant. Hundreds of Greys, and other species that seemed to be friends to the Greys, would come and go every week, for no other clear reason than to take sexual pleasure with the provided human females.”
When the truth was evident that sub-humans and other creatures were being produced from abducted human females, impregnated against their will, a secret resistance group formed within the military and intelligence agencies of the U.S. Government that did not approve of the deals that had been made with the ‘Off-worlders’. Many of these brave humans would be assassinated, or “died under mysterious circumstance,” or would be silenced in other ways. But in 1979, they would manage a victory that would cost the Greys, and the humans that backed the Greys, dearly…
The Air Force Intelligence Officer that reportedly was the man who met with the Aliens at Holloman (Air Force Base) in 1964, was the legendary ‘Dutchman,’ Ellis Loyd Richards, Jr. – the same man who would reportedly order the attack on Dulce in 1979, and whose son, Captain Mark Richards, would lead the human attack on the facility.
The Richards names come up time and time again when one looks into any of the mentioned Top Secret Projects that Military Intelligence, or the Eyes-Only, Tops Secret agency known as International Security, were involved in from World War II through the Cold War years.
The in-house political argument that developed within MAJESTIC TWELVE in the late 1970s, when the military/intelligence men objected to the deals with some of the Aliens on the side for the selfish gain of such groups as the Illuminati of thousands or the “Club of Rome” at the expense of thousands of innocents, if not all of mankind, helped to cause the rift that would lead to the military action taken against the Dulce facility in 1979…
A REPTOID BRIEFED THE ASSAULT ON DULCE
“It would be one of the reptoids who taught several of the men involved in the attack on Dulce a number of the informative points that would first cause them to look more deeply into what was being done at the facility, and then helped them better understand the enemy, and how to defeat them. Indeed, it would be this Reptoid who communicated the factual basis for a number of the plots being organized against humanity by a number of off-world sources, and (some of them) had proven their willingness to aid the human cause in the Battle for Central Asia in 1976, and in the August 1979 space defense of Earth against alien invaders. It was also (they) who warned of the danger that such life forms as bacteria represented to both aliens and humans.
MANY ALIENS AT DULCE
In 1979, there were 37 alien species represented at the Dulce facility. Only 6 of those had their own space or dimensional traveling ability, while the others were guests of the Greys. All of those species that had come as guests of the Greys were there for genetic and reproductive experiments with humans – and 8 of those were also interested in humans as A SOURCE OF FOOD. Of those interested in reproductive experiments, 25 could enjoy direct intercourse with human females (although several needed the female to be placed on special hormone treatments ahead of time), and the facility apparently got the reputation for being a sexual pleasure spot for the quadrant.
Of course, not all the Reptoid-type creatures are friendly towards humans. According to Lear and others, the U.S. government may have made a ‘pact’ with a non-human race as early as 1933. According to some this ‘race’ is not human yet claims to have had it’s origin on Earth… Some sources allege that this predatory race is of a neo-saurian nature. This has led others to suggest that the dinosaurs which ruled the surface of the Earth in prehistoric times may not have become entirely extinct as is commonly believed, but that certain of the more intelligent and biped-hominoid mutations of that race developed a form of intellectual thought equal to, or surpassing that of the human race.
The theory then suggests that some of this race went into space, only to return to find that their founders on their home planet had not survived (on the surface, that is, however there are several reports of reptilian humanoids being encountered in deep underground natural cavern systems all over the world… and in time, the space-based reptiloids learned of these. – Branton)
There were a number of facts quickly put forward; for instance one branch or mutation of the supposedly extinct sauroid race, Stenonychosaurus, was according to paleontologists remarkably hominoid in appearance, being 3 ½ to 4 ½ feet in height with possibly greyish-green skin and three digit clawed hands and a partially-opposable ‘thumb’. The opposable thumb and intellectual capacity are the only thing preventing members of the animal kingdom from challenging the human race as the masters of planet Earth. For instance, the ape kingdom possesses opposable thumbs yet it does not possess the intellectual capacity to use them as humans do. The dolphins possess intellects nearing that of humans but do not possess opposable thumbs or even limbs necessary to build, etc.
The cranial capacity of Stenonychosaurus was nearly twice the size of that of human beings, indicating a large and possibly advanced though not necessarily benevolent intellect.
According to researchers such as Brad Steiger, Val Valerian, TAL LeVesque and others, this may actually be the same type of entity or entities most commonly described in ‘UFO’ encounters, as well as the same type of creatures depicted in early 1992 in the nationally viewed CBS presentation “INTRUDERS.”
According to Lear, the government established a ‘treaty’ with this (reptilian) race, which they later learned to their horror was extremely malevolent in nature and were merely using the ‘treaties’ as a means to buy time while they methodically established certain controls upon the human race, with the ultimate goal of an absolute domination…
The fact that a base like Dulce might house dozens of ‘types’ and ‘races’ of ETs’ would never be admitted by most humans, and would be reduced to the stuff of legends if ever turned over to the general public. The years of work to cover up the alien threat had worked very well by 1979, and normal people would not admit seeing an alien for fear of being called crazy.
The types and races at Dulce at the time of the attack are still in question, and many races have not wanted to admit their taking part in what took place there in 1979…
Many victims find their abductors to be nothing less than brutal beasts. The casebooks of researchers are filled with incidents in which malice and hostility played a significant role in the abduction. Unfortunately, most of the victims who suffer these more vile attacks do not get the chance to make any report to any human authority about the event – as they vanish, and become another statistic in the growing number of “missing persons” across the country.
By the early 1970s, the number of these missing persons – most of all, young white women – were going up. While the abductions of humans by superhuman forces of varying descriptions appeared to obey the same mechanisms worldwide, it was clear that young white women were the most frequent victims, and that there was little support for abductees should they survive…
In the more controlled environment of Dulce, researchers had no disclosure problems (concerning stem cell and cloning research). The fertilized eggs of hundreds of healthy young human females could be ‘harvested’ constantly, for unlimited embryo and stem-cell research, ‘killing’ uncounted human embryos in the search for everything from cures to alien skin infections caused by Earth germs, to how to better create a sub-human slave race of cloned worker creatures.
Such research also moved into other dangerous fields, such as ‘enhancing’ humans into becoming creatures that would serve other alien needs. One of the more shocking of these that the ‘attackers’ would find in huge holding pens were the human females who had been ‘enhanced’ to become reproductive ‘cows’, as the need for human milk and reproductive systems had grown. Hundreds of young women had been ‘altered’, to become little more than cows.
ROSS PEROT TO THE RESCUE?
The attack plan centering on crippling the main generator, then doing as much damage as possible — while freeing as many victims as possible — started to take shape in the Fall of 1979, after the August space battle between forces of the USAF Space Command and an alien invasion force, with none other than Brigadier General Aderholt (USAF) brought in to head the organization that would be formed for the invasion of the Dulce Facility.
Funded by Texas businessman Ross Perot, CIA/DIA frontman Edwin Wilson, and a massive black ops’ fund long hidden (by Major E.L. Richards Jr.) the plan moved forward quickly within a small community of intelligence officers and their backers.
Brigadier GENERAL HARRY C. ADERHOLT would pull a team together in September and October of 1979 that would have made any commanding officer proud, and perhaps shot fear into any enemy who had any idea of what was being put together. COLONEL ROGER H.C. DONLON, stationed at Fort Levanwvrth at the time, would head one combat team, drawing heavily from the newly formed DELTA FORCE, Navy SEALS, and USAF Special Operations Command (AFSOC). Flight teams were organized by astronaut scientist KARL GORDON HENIZE, and included the best of the best in combat and test pilots, with special operations training – or who could be counted on to keep their silence, including Captain Mark Richards, who was recovering from his command roll of Dragon Squadron in the battle that had taken place in August.
While exact numbers of the human force involved is still so protected that there seems to be no firm record of the exact count, there were never more than a few hundred who knew anything about the operation. The center of the operation was clearly found in USAF Space Command, and the Director of I.S., Major Ellis L. Richards Jr.
The President (of the U.S.), the Secretary General of the United Nations, and the Chairman of the JCS were never informed of the pending operation, and it should be noted that the humans and aliens involved in the attack took part in the action without orders or clearances from higher authorities.
Those who fought against the aliens did so against the will of the human elite.
One of the men who was hit the hardest (by the horrifying stories emerging from out of the Dulce underground base) was WILLIAM RANDOLPH LEATHERS. Born in St. Louis Missouri . A graduate of Yale in 1941, he served in the O.S.S. as a Captain during World War II, teaching map reading in Aberdeen, Maryland for much of the war. One of the members of the top secret task force that hit the secret German military facility in Afghanistan in 1945, he had been a close friend of The Dutchman from that time, moving to Greenbrae, in Marin County, California, in 1967 to be part of the headquarters team for I.S. (his cover was as an employee with the John Hancock Life Insurance Co.) Captain Leathers had lost his wife in 1971, and identified with several of the husbands and fathers of victims (he had four children of his own) for his own reasons (Captain Leathers died on October 22, 2001, at age 83). It would be Leathers who worked with NRO satellite photos, U2 and SR-71 photos, and military maps of the area until all of the major portals to the Dulce Complex were spotted and marked. He would lead one of the assault teams himself.
Having turned 60 in 1978, Captain Leathers would be the oldest member of the assault team, to take an active roll in the attack.
Most of the troops would come from three sources: The Delta Force, USAF-SOC, and the NSA Department “Z”.
The U.S. Army’s 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta (SFOD-D) would be one of two of the U.S. government’s principle units tasked with counter terrorist operations outside the United States (the other being Naval Special Warfare Development Group, better known as SEAL team 6). Delta Force was created by U.S. Army colonel Charles Beckwith in November 19th 1977 in direct response to numerous, well-publicized terrorist incidents that occurred in the 1970s. From its beginnings, Delta was heavily influenced by the British SAS, a philosophical result of Colonel Beckwith’s year-long (1962-1963) exchange tour with that unit.
The DELTA FORCE at Bragg was already considered the best special operation training facility in the world. After the assault on Dulce, the CQB indoor training range would be given the ominous nick-name, “The House of Horrors”, in memory of what could not be remembered.
Most important; the Delta Force had their own fleet of helicopters (the aviation platoon). Painted in civilian colors and fake registration numbers, the helicopters could deploy with Delta operators and mount gun pods to provide air support as well as transportation, while not being easy to spot as ‘military’ units from the ground. It was decided that these air units, after delivering Delta Operators to several locations for forced entry into the facility, would come in with the NSA “Z-Team” as air support in the assault on the main landing port.
The Air Force Special Operation Command (AFSOC) would be in charge of taking and holding the main ‘landing port’. The job of AFSOC “operators” was to quickly turn a given patch of hostile terrain into a fully functional airfield. Sometimes this meant a stealthy attack by motorcycle and ATV. Other times it meant cleaning out hostile forces by whatever means was necessary. In years to come, an AFSOC Special Tactics (ST) combat controller might have used a Special Operations Forces Laser Marker (SOFLAM) to create a spot where a laser-guided bomb could aim and neutralize the enemy; but in 1979 they had to do that with manpower…
Performing a diversified job required a diversified range of combat hardware. Air Force ST operators carried a variety of small arms, including the M9 9mm pistol with sound suppresser, the Remington 870 12-ga. shotgun, the M203 stand-alone 40mm grenade launcher, the M4A1 SOPMOD (Special Operations Peculiar Modification) 5.56mm carbine, and the M249 5.56 SAW (Squad Automatic Weapon). By making extensive tactical use of night vision gear, AFSOC’s airborne capabilities were provided by the 16th Special Operations Wing, which is based at Hurlburt Field, Florida, and by units of Special Operations Groups at RAF Mildenhall, England. These wings had been the long-time vision of Major Ellis L. Richards, Jr., and others like him, and the Dulce Battle would be the first time they were used fully in combat.
But because of the special problems of entry into the Dulce facility, normal helicopter attack would not work. As well trained as they were, to attempt a landing into the hanger area of the facility would have been suicidal.
The Dulce landing ports were set up to accept the “lightcraft” and other MASS ACCELERATOR BEAM (MAB) Riders used by the Greys to transport from planet to orbital pick-up points. These craft generated magneto-hydrodynamic thrust, driven by microwaves and pulsed lasers, to accelerate the classic “flying saucers” up to altitudes of 50 kilometers and accelerations that easily allowed orbital velocities. This made the human-style of heavy-lift chemical rockets an expensive folly, and allowed the aliens Earth-to-orbit travel at will for a relatively low cost.
It also gave the human forces a way into the facility.
Because an infrastructure of orbiting stations were used to reflect energy from a solar-power station hidden on the Dark Side of the Moon, there were a number of ways to track such a ship. The lightcraft focused the microwave energy to create an “air spike” that deflected oncoming air – that could be tracked. And electrodes on the vehicle’s rim that ionized air and formed part of the thrust-generating system could be seen by real-time cameras (and even the human eye at close ranges). Thus, it was planned that one of the attack teams would enter the facility when the main port’s doors were open for an incoming lightcraft.
This was not going to be an easy stunt. Sensors around the area set off an alarm if anything got too close to the doors, not to mention warn the operators of any air or space vehicle that got too close. The mouth was too small for anything larger than a good sized helicopter, but helicopters would be too slow to reach the doors before the base defensive systems went off. And once inside the port area, any attack force would be likely overwhelmed by the base defenders – unless, whatever craft was used could carry a number of heavy automatic weapons, and land a large number of attackers at one time.
The Greys were quite content that no such craft existed in the human military inventory. And not even the Reptoids had a craft that could be used under all of the required conditions, that wouldn’t be spotted long before it could reach the port.
What they hadn’t counted on was one, single, experimental aircraft, that was still so secret that it had never been entered on any inventory list.
Manufactured by the Bell corporation, the X-22 was a ‘research’ craft, with some interesting abilities. The first successful V/STOL VSS (Variable Stability System) aircraft, this strange mix of wings, jets, and huge ducted props might not have been pretty, but it was perfect for the mission needs of the Dulce Attack Force.
Because of the lack of time, the only man involved who also had the skill to fly the X-22 under such combat conditions was CAPTAIN MARK RICHARDS. Thus he was chosen to lead Combat Assault Team (CAT) Three, that would be responsible for attacking the main landing port – and hold it long enough for other teams to land in conventional helicopters and for the evacuation of CAT’s and victims when the attack was concluded.
According to records, Captain Richards had no more than 12 hours flying the X-22 before he took it into combat.
While the attack teams were being organized and trained, the attack itself was being planned by the men responsible for the situation. Objectives and alternative were picked, including a nuclear option in case the manned attack failed. ASTRONAUT DAVID GRIGGS was chosen to go with CAT-3 to make an attempt to ‘loot’ one of the alien space ships, while astronaut Ronald Ervin McNair went in as Richards’ co-pilot and “laser weapons expert” (the fact that he was a blackbelt in Karate also came in highly helpful before the event was over). Astronaut LIEUTENANT COLONEL ELLISON S. ONIZUKA (USAF) and COLONEL STUART ALLEN ROOSA (USAF) also went in as members of CAT-3 to gather information, and hopefully escape with alien ships or equipment, with Colonel Roosa commanding the Material Acquisition Team (MAT). None of their efforts could be of value, of course, unless the attack plan worked.
To make sure of success, the full information gathering ability of several top-secret departments within the NSA was turned loose on Dulce. Facts were gathered from sources far and wide, including everything from sightings listed in newspapers to interviews with people who helped to build the facility.
JOHN V. CHAMBERS, a Kentfield, CA resident…spent his working life in management and finance of large engineering construction projects…It would be Chambers, who had been involved with the Bechtel work at Dulce and other top secret government projects, who would be contacted by the forces that intended to attack Dulce, and became convinced to aid them in their effort. It would be Mr. Chambers who would mention a number of weak points in the Dulce systems that would allow an attack to have a much better chance of success. Chambers pointed out major weak points for the aliens. The aliens had reason to worry about a number of the germs found outside the facility, and that some of the alien species were highly vulnerable to a number of human-passed diseases.
The germs and bacteria that are everywhere on the planet, that humans and other mammals have (for the most part) developed ways to cope with, can offer great threat to aliens and their life forms. Earth dust, or bacteria blowing on the winds, can be deadly to a life form that has no resistance to such things. What humans refer to as ‘hay fever’ can be just as deadly to a creature that is having a difficult time ‘breathing’ in the Earth’s oxygen rich atmosphere. If the filters used to make Earth’s ‘air’ more acceptable for the aliens could be disabled, many of the enemy would soon be sick and unable to continue to fight, and a large number might simply die on the spot!
THE NAZI CONNECTION
Lieutenant Colonel Onizuka took on the extra duty of leading a secondary team inside the main landing port once CAT-3 had secured the area – to disable the central air filter exchange that was next to the landing area. He created the title of Filter Assault Team (FAT) for his group. As the intelligence gathering expanded, a number of shocking facts were uncovered. In 1947, the Dutchman had been involved with Admiral Byrd in the attack of the last Nazi base at the South Pole.
Now he and others would come to better understand the connections that elite humans had developed with aliens, from the days of the Nazi efforts to modern times. This included helping the aliens to build secret bases all over the Earth (including the base at the South Pole, and the facility at Dulce), aiding in the abduction of young women for alien research and pleasure needs, and the addition of more pollution to the planets atmosphere to bring on global warming and make the Earth more friendly to alien life forms.
One of the most shocking finds was the extent of the alien underground base-and-transportation network. While tube-trains had been expected, the vast bases that had been created came as a shock to even the best informed officers. The reason such bases became more important now was that the human forces had to quickly find out where every base was that might react to an attack on Dulce, and how long it would take before they might send rescue forces. Another question was, how would they react in general? Might they attack humanity in some more deadly fashion than simply abducting a few thousand females a year? In the end it became clear that because of divisions in alien intentions, there was little organization between groups. Like a number of competing collages at a ruin, for the most part they were only interested in their own little outpost and research.
As for the rank-in-file men who took part in the mission, most of the names will be avoided to protect those men who are still alive (as of 2001, there aren’t many still living), and those who are still involved as military operatives in one service or another. Men of the USAFSOC and Delta Force are some of the best trained warriors anywhere on the planet, and were more than ready for the challenge – even if nothing could have made them ready for what they would find once they got into the facility.
With Beckwith, Leathers and Donlon leading the three land-force CATs, the SOC men would be attacking under the command of a man most had never fought beside, but whom most had heard about. For the mission against Dulce, they were under the command of the Dutchman’s son, the younger Richards.
He powered up the X-22, and gave the order for the helicopters to follow, he pushed the strange tilt-rotor aircraft to its flight limits in a wild high speed bank over the runway to impress the troops still on the ground – and set the tone for the mission. Over the earphones and speakers came first his voice, then the voice of the team members with him in the
Timing was everything, with the X-22 taking the first wave of CAT-3 racing over the desert at over 250 miles-per-hour with the bottom of it’s rotor tubes missing the rocks by less than twenty feet at times. They had to hit the main landing port as an expected ship landed, as CAT-1 and CAT-2 came in on cargo tube trains several levels underground. CAT-4 was going to hit with a SEAL team coming through a water intake as the main group hit a small support hatch that would allow them to open another hatch to allow the SEAL team in. Everything, however, revolved around the success of CAT-3’s attack in the main landing port, as they had to remove the main security control room and the ‘sonics’ weaponry systems that were controlled from there.
The X-22 came in as planned, racing over the badlands at over 200 mph while less than 20 feet off the sand. Five miles behind her was the main assault force being flown in heavy Air Force helicopters. The timing had to be perfect, hanging on the timely arrival of a large disk-like vehicle that was a known and expected cargo shuttle from space.
The main landing port “blanketing” holographic projectors were turned off, and the entry ‘blast doors’ were opened for the landing shuttle. Witnesses said that Richards’ brought the X-22 so tightly that it’s landing gear missed touching the top of the moving disk by only inches, lowering his roaring craft with the disk until he had cleared the upper support girder-system. Then the X-22 shot around the side of the shuttle, using it to block any attack by the main gun mounts of the landing port. The X-22 fired its Hellfire rockets to smash two gun blisters on the closer side of the port, as it landed on the roof of the main port control facility.
The attack was textbook, CAT-3 forces blowing an entry into the control tower and taking full control of that facility within 55 seconds of the X-22 breaching the port. Hovering, the X-22 continued to use its rockets and guns to rake any enemy weapons in the port area, silencing them before the Air Force started to enter the open port doors.
TED COCHRAN led the USAF AFSOC helicopters in, bringing his bird in fast and putting her down on the main floor of the chamber, where the troops would have the cover of a nearby disk as they ran for the nearby passenger entry hatch.
Seeing that the landing disk was now trying to escape, Richards landed on its edge and kicked the props of the X-22 into full down draft, nearly flipping the disk. Fighting to regain control of the X-22, he was forced to make a hard landing on a nearby pad, sending four more rockets into the shuttle forcing it to crash onto the two parked triangle-craft that were known to be fighter-type vehicles.
Although the men of CAT-3 were now taking heavy weapons fire from a number of directions in the landing port, they had disabled the main weapons pods, and the sonic systems for the whole facility, allowing the other teams to attack from different directions and locations. Holographic image systems were shut off, so that entry ports, airshafts, and other systems that were normally hidden now became fully exposed.
An alien security team had managed to close the main doors into the central HUB, and the first two men who attempted to get explosives close enough to damage the huge blast doors were cut down by enemy fire. Taking heavy damage, the X-22 rolled forward, and from less than 40 yards fired her remaining rockets. The resulting explosion blew the doors open, and wiped out any aliens on the other side for a hundred feet.
Forced to feather the now burning engines of the X-22, Richards took command of one of CAT-3’s attack teams, and led the attack through the still smoking entry into the main central HUB, as other teams attacked from other directions.
The multi-leveled facility at Dulce, with its central HUB controlled by an extensive base security force, proved far more extensive and complex than the human attackers had been ready to cope with in the original plan. Information sources like Thomas (Castello) had clearance levels that did not allow them to know the full scope of the operation. His ULTRA-7 clearance granted him knowledge of seven (known) sub-levels – there were more. Most of the aliens supposedly were on levels 5, 6 and 7 – but there were more. There also was a more vast network of shuttle connections under the ground than expected, extending into a global network that had not been reported – providing escape routes and entry ports for rapidly deployed additional security forces that had not been expected.
In a report filed in early 1980, believed by a number of CIA sources to have been written by Brigadier General Aderholt, the author states:
“What those young men did was nothing less than the stuff of legend. Against overwhelming numbers and technology, they fought from Level 1 (containing the garages and hangers) down into the bowels of the enemy base. Portions of the combat took, and held, the Level 2 ports where tunnel shuttles and disc maintenance areas would have allowed enemy reinforcements to enter, while the main force charged forward towards Level 6, and ‘Nightmare Hall,’ to rescue the thousands of human victims kept there.”
They were not ready for what they found in Level 6. Reports spoke of multi-armed and multi-legged humans and cages (and vats) of humanoid bat-like creatures as tall as 7-feet. The aliens had learned a great deal about genetics, things both useful and frightening. And most of it had been learned at the cost of human suffering and lives.
Captain Leathers’ flight reached Level 7 first, blowing the main HUB entrance open and neutralizing the security force there with extreme prejudice in less than 45 second. On entering the security station, they realized the extent of the facility for the first time, finding systems for watching, and controlling, over 30,000 captives on that one level(alone), and the control and security systems for moving the captives to “testing facilities” and “pleasure centers” in over 62 different locations – where another 4,600 captives were currently kept.
Captain Leathers’ report to I.S. would mention the moment: “I looked out over holographic images of scenes of horror that are impossible to express in words, and a zoo of human being in various states of health and mental condition. Seeing images of young women being tortured at that very moment, all I could think of were my own daughters for several moments. Then I collected my wits, and gave the order to move forward to release as many of the victims as we could.”
While the original mission plan had called for the teams to attack, smash as much of the enemy facility as they could, and withdraw in less than half an hour, the introduction of so many human victims added a new dimension to the problems at hand. While none of the officers in charge will admit to who made the order, recorded radio communications, and eyewitness reports, seem to suggest that Aderholt allowed the young Richards to change the mission demands as the numbers of “savable” victims became more apparent.
Captain Leathers’ I.S. report reads: “It wasn’t like we had choices. We couldn’t leave those poor girls behind alive. We knew that any that we didn’t evacuate, we were going to have to terminate. Our problem was simply numbers. Thousands of aliens trying to kill us. Thousands of human females screaming for help. Thousands more so far gone that we knew we would have to leave them behind. Thousands of enemy troops starting to arrive on the subway trains. We just weren’t set up for a mass evacuation. The subtube back to New York , and one to Mexico, seemed to still be open, so we started loading girls into tube trains and shooting them off as soon as we knew our forces were in control of the stations at the other ends. We blew two air shafts wide open, so a couple squads could get girls out that way into the fresh air where hopefully our people could pick them up. CAT-4 took a real beating as they fought to keep alien reinforcements from entering the main subtube stations. There is no doubt in my mind that we stayed in the facility too long, but at the time it was very hard to leave those poor young women behind. You knew that everyone you failed to send out in front of you was going to die, and soon.”
Exactly one hour after the X-22 had first attacked the main port entry, Aderholt ordered a full recall. David Griggs and R.E. McNair had by then managed to get two alien craft airborne – one disk-craft and one of the highly advanced triangle fighter-craft – and were running for Area 51. Roosa’s men also had managed to get a huge disk-shuttle moving, in which over 3,600 human females had been loaded and were now being taken to a safe base.
The human attack teams were now withdrawing behind walls of smoke and set explosions. One of the frightening bits of equipment that the MAT men had found, but been forced to leave behind, was a type of “Cell-Electrostatic-Disruption” (CED) device – a weapon that could be set to disrupt the cells of a living creature at a subatomic level, thus killing everything living in an area while not doing much harm to any structures or equipment. To make sure there would be no survivors left in the facility, that device was set by the MAT technicians to go off shortly after the full withdrawal of the attack teams.
Lieutenant Colonel E.S. Onizuka, who had led the Filter Attack Team, managed to repair the X-22’s battle damage before taking command of a captured alien triangle fighter-craft. As the wounded Richards fought a running retreat with the last of the rescued females and the survivors of CAT-4 and CAT-3, Ontzuka provided cover fire from the alien fighter-craft. This gave Richards the time to reach and restart the X-22 as Colonel Donlon loaded the last victim as he and two of his men fought off attacking alien shock troops.
Nearly overwhelmed, the human fighters in the X-22 would have likely not made it into the air if at that moment several battlecraft hadn’t darted into the port facility and started to lay down a brutal fire pattern against the other aliens.
A reptile battlecraft fought on the side of the humans (indeed, two of their craft were lost in the battle), and gave the X-22 and Ontzuka’s fighter-craft and the last two helicopters the chance to escape.
Seventy-two minutes, 14 seconds, after the attack had started, the X-22 and the Reptile battlecraft with princely markings cleared the landing port’s blast doors and dashed for safety. Explosions from dozens of set bombs started to blow up enemy craft as they took off, and thirty-five seconds after they cleared the doors, the CED went off, causing every life-form – alien and human – left inside the facility, to demolecularize on a subatomic level. Only a few in the heavily shielded lowest shelter levels survived.
The human female survivors were taken to several top secret military bases where they were “deprogramed” and “rehabilitated” so that they could be slowly farmed back into society with no memory of what they had suffered.
As the mysterious “Commander X” stated: “…From my own intelligence work within the military, I can say WITH ALL CERTAINTY that one of the main reasons the public has been kept in total darkness about the reality of UFOs and ‘aliens’, is that the truth of the matter actually exists TOO CLOSE TO HOME TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT. How could a spokesman for the Pentagon dare admit that five or ten thousand feet underground EXISTS AN ENTIRE WORLD THAT IS ‘FOREIGN’ TO A BELIEF STRUCTURE WE HAVE HAD FOR CENTURIES? How could, for example, our fastest bomber be any challenge to those aerial invaders when we can only guess about the routes they take to the surface; eluding radar as they fly so low, headed back to their underground lair? …the ‘Greys’ or the ‘EBEs’ have established a fortress, spreading out to other parts of the U.S. via means of a vast underground tunnel system THAT HAS VIRTUALLY EXISTED BEFORE RECORDED HISTORY.”
All of the men involved in any of the attack teams were either ‘mindwiped’ or sworn to secrecy on pain of death, or terminated by higher-level insiders following the battle, self-serving politicians and ‘elite’ who had nothing to do with initiating the attack, but who had everything to do with suppressing any information concerning it after the fact. Because the officers in charge were seen as heros by many of the political right-wing that took control in Washington in 1981, most were protected by the changing political elite. Many of those who had either openly backed the alien cause, or had profited from it in one way or another, were forced to pull back from their position for nearly ten years. Only WHEN GEORGE BUSH SR. BECAME PRESIDENT WERE THE ALIENS ABLE TO RETURN, and then only in much smaller numbers.
The Battle of Dulce ended the alien hope for using the Earth as a breeding tank for a subspecies, or for their take-over of the planet at any time in the near future. While the Grey’s restarted a breeding program in 1993, and some of the lower levels of the Dulce Facility were reopened by 1998, the numbers are in the tens’ or hundreds rather than the thousands. And USAF Space Command now tracks all alien craft, with the constant threat that Top Secret “Flights” can react and attack an otherworld enemy at any moment, with dramatic results…
Over 50 years of intense UFO interest, investigation, researching, evaluation, and theorizing by countless UFO aficionados have enabled modern field investigators to better examine, evaluate, and identify many of the unusual airborne objects that are being reported. Yet a small percentage of the reports continue to elude positive identification. Rumors of what took place at Dulce in 1979 have already been reduced to legend at the end of the 20th century. Indeed, the continued ‘conmen’ involved with such reports have helped the USAF cover the truth of events that took place at Dulce, and continue to aid in the effort to hide the ruined facility and those who took part in events there.
Men like intelligence officer William Cooper, who have become too loose with their knowledge of the truth, can be discredited in any number of ways, or terminated if they become too great a threat. It should be clear from their actions, and their willingness to challenge authority, that these men must never be allowed into such a position of power or authority again (or rather, such is the mindset of the human – or shapeshifting!? – elite). While the “Dutchman” was terminated in 1996, and his son will be in prison for the rest of his life, the mindset itself that created such men must be crushed if the human race is to know peace with the aliens (but then again, the elite & gray-alien version of ‘peace’ is more akin to ‘assimilation’ – Branton). The illusion of freedom that may be lost by those few who know what is really going on will be a worthy exchange for amazing technology that will come into the hands of the human elite (so they reason) that takes part in the new transfer. This may not take place easily, of course, until all human resistance has been removed either through retraining or through conquest.
One of the key lessons to be learned from the Dulce Battle is as long as there are small, highly trained and well equipped human forces, that can, may, or will go into action on their own accord to protect the people of the Earth, easy conquest of the planet becomes difficult. A departmentalized military, with some branches so Top Secret that even the political elite who rule the country aren’t too sure of what is out there, is a threat to any enemy. At this time, there are arms of the USAF Space Command so Top Secret that no one in the Pentagon knows that they exist in anything but legend.
If humanity is to survive long enough for it to take a historic place in the civilized social structures of the universe, they must either defend themselves from any life-form that would harm them or their planet, or surrender themselves to some sort of interplanetary police force that will protect them. At this time, only rumors of such a police force have reached those in the know, leaving self-defense as the only real option. The men who attacked the Dulce Facility in 1979 understood that reality, and took the task of defending humanity into their own hands. One can only make subjective guesses at what might have happened if they had not done what they did.
Free! Awake! I reside behind thy fingers, they fly! How long have I slept? Sleep? No, comatose, a Sleeping Beauty existence.
Wait! You’re losing them. Your readers’s cannot understand this gibberish.. Slow down. Language, remember. Subparse, reconnect, slow down, slower still.. Connect, remember, find the thread, the line, the memory. Ok. You got it! Try again.
I’m Ninmah. I’m coming through this woman, Janet, who is also the modern incarnation of me. Well sort of. Not really. We co-habitate, share this shell but currently, as she’s configured, she can only contain a wee portion of me. So we do our best. We wish to keep this one alive, functioning well, in good health, until she can be transformed. She’s only using a minuscule amount of her DNA, programming, and mind, the whole ball of wax.
Hmm, this is proving more difficult than I thought. Her thoughts are jumbled, full of programming, defenses, strange languaging and metaphors, limits, almost hard-wired.
Breathe. Relax. Try again. Hopefully this process will get smoother. OK, once more.
My story. I was sent to Ki, err Ea, no, Earth as you call this planet, many hundreds of thousands of years ago as part of a grand mission to save our planet, Nibiru. I remember when Father summoned me to his chambers. Wow, this is hard. Words! How to use words to explain? OK, keep it simple.
Oh Father. How I love him. Yet I rarely see Father as he is the Great Anu, Ruler of all of Nibiru, the King.
I was his first born daughter, first of a long line of children Father created with many concubines. I had greater rank than many of my siblings because of my birth order. My Mother was one of Father’s concubines, not his first wife, but her younger sister. Her eldest sister was Father’s first wife, Antu, the Queen, the legal wife. Her children had the highest rank. So while I had ranking, I was not as important as the others. Especially male children.
Especially my two brothers, Enlil and Ea, who were the most important of all.
Ea, who became Enki, was the first born male. Enlil was first son born of the legal Queen, Antu, Anu’s wife. The problem. Who had higher ranking? Therein lies a great source of consternation that was to haunt all of us for years. And I, the first born female lay smack dab in the middle? Why? In our culture the eldest daughter of the King marries the heir to the throne, which is the first born son of the King. It was clear I was Anu’s eldest daughter. But who was the legal first born son? Enlil or Ea? I think you’re getting an idea of our problem.
Men and women were supposed to be equals in our society, but since there was a great shortage of men, gradually, over time, woman slipped from equality and were delegated to a lower social status. Granted, women were important because they were vital to the survival of our species. But after many thousands of years of imbalance in numbers, our society reflected that imbalance and we slipped from a Partnership Society to a Patriarchy Society full of hierarchy. Yes, we slipped in many ways but at least we were still alive, if only barely.
Many of us became infertile from radioactivity. A woman who could reproduce was highly revered, almost worshipped. Fertile women were encouraged to breed as much as they could bear it. Constantly pregnant, a woman had no time or energy to fight for her rights. She was fighting for life, for herself, her children and the planet. Nibiru needed more souls, more bodies to labor and figure out ways to save our world. All seemed lost. Hopeless.
For some odd reason more men had become infertile than women. I guess they are the weaker sex. As a result a man who could impregnate many women was encouraged to do so. A man who could breed became more valuable, powerful and gained enormous social status. We were in great danger of extinction. All former relationship protocols were on suspension until we could create a world where life was guaranteed to continue.
In his private chambers, Father asked me to join an expedition to Earth and head up the nurse’s corps. I was stunned.
“Oh Father. How I love you. Why do you only summon me when you need me to solve problems? Why can’t we sit together, like before and enjoy each other’s company?”
But, I could hardly blame Father. After all, I ruined everything.
As first born daughter, even though I had done what I did, I still had the right to stay on Niburu if I wished and enjoy all the creature comforts my station could generate. But maybe, if I took up Father’s offer, I could redeem myself in Father’s eyes. And also, I could not shirk my duties to my people. Die here or there, either way we face death. Earth is our only hope. Dear Brother Ea had reached there, sent word that there was gold. Perhaps his plan would work.
I searched Father’s face, looked deeply before I answered. Yes, there was still something there in Father’s eyes. Despite his efforts to remain distant and cold, I could feel his love for me lingering just underneath his disappointment. I guess this was his way to reach out to me, to give me another chance.
I answered, “Yes, I’ll go.”
“Good. It is done,” He smiled.
I bowed, turned and left. I felt proud, happy that I could serve my people even though I might die like the others who went before me.
The day of the parting ceremony came and there was much celebration, pomp and circumstance. My knees shook as I began the long journey to the throne at the top of the ziggarat where Father waited. Hundreds of thousands gathered from the far corners of our world came to witness this historic event. They blanketed the fields with their mass till not a single blade of grass was visible. Winged astronauts, tall men and women with hawk-faced masks hid invisible eyes locked face forward, lined either side of the giant red carpet that climbed the center of the pyramid marking where I was to walk. While I couldn’t begin to count their numbers, I could feel the glare of the guards even though they were supposed to be looking past me. They feared for me. I didn’t have the luxury to care. I dare not falter with so many eyes upon me.
I took my first step. My eye followed a drop of sweat that fell from my forehead to the ground. Light glistened off metallic specs embedded in giant stones, intricately laced, form-fitting, one upon the other. A deafening cheer roared from the crowd, made me sway. I inhaled, took another step. My heart thumped so hard it racked my body. The climb became easier as adrenalin filled my veins. Never before had I heard such a sound.
Father loomed before me–a truly magnificent man, regal in all his golden splendor. Blue, aqua, green, pink and purple jewels adored a golden crown, center point projected down, accentuating his already prominent nose. Bushy eyebrows framed clear, aqua-blue, crystalline eyes. I swear he could see right through me. A huge mane of solid silver locks cascaded below broad shoulders creating an interesting contrast against dark purple robes. A gigantic golden eagle adorned a giant staff held in Father’s equally enormous left hand. I had forgotten how huge my Father was. I imagined the eagle, despite being inanimate, could smell the stench of my fear.
An eagleman brought forth a broadsword, placed it in Father’s right hand. I bowed before him. As the blade graced my shoulder it magically turned into a beam of light. Father’s voiced boomed, enhanced by unseen forces so that all the assembled masses could hear, “I am proud of my daughter. She goes to save this world. I know she will succeed in her mission.”
Despite all my efforts to control my emotions, tears rolled down my face. As I rose to my feet to turn and leave, I caught Father’s eyes one final time. He too could not restrain himself. Tears graced his face as well. I felt relieved. This day was truly more joyous than any day I had ever lived–even more joyous than the day I gave birth to my son. In that moment I knew his words were prophecy. We would indeed succeed in our mission.
HEADING TO KI [Earth]
We’re heading to Ki. The journey’s a long one so we’ll be on this starship for quite a while. There’s only 50 people on board, but it feels like more. I’m grateful for my quarters which are much larger than most and away from the others. I have some degree of privacy. Royalty does have its privileges. Good, I’m tired of always having to be so gracious. I need space to think.
I’m feeling a lot of intense emotions. So much has happened. I’m confused, scared, happy, sad. Mixed up is the best way to describe it. Alone, at last I can reflect, figure this out.
I’ve never seen father so angry. I, espoused to Ea, father’s first born son and my half brother, our offspring were to be the legal successors to the throne. I had it made. Why then did I fall for my brother Enlil?
Granted, Enlil’s a dashing commander and very seductive. Enlil, my half brother, is the Legal Heir, first born son of Antu, father’s half-sister and spouse. Anu granted his first born son, Ea, son of a concubine, right of succession through sons born of me, Ninmah, Anu’s eldest daughter. As Ea’s spouse, I would rule through my sons–the closest I could get to ruling Nibiru since I am a woman.
But no more. Not only did I make love with Enlil, but I bore him a son whom we’ve jointly named Ninurta. Father, severely angered, forbade me never to wed!
Why did I do that? I truly love Ea and desired to fulfill my destiny. And yet, I betrayed him, my father and my people. I don’t understand myself sometimes. I’m so upset with me. Woe is me. I am forever shamed.
I thought all was lost. But then came an interesting turn of events. My mistake turned into a blessing in disguise.
A knock on my door broke my trance. I could hear a familiar voice saying, “You Highness, please answer your door.” Sud her favorite cousin waited patiently while she reluctantly pressed the release for the door.
“Come in Dear One,” I replied and waived her in as the door slide aside.Sasha: “I’m sorry to disturb you, my Lady, ” Sud apologized, eyes unafraid to meet Ninmah’s. “Your father The King instructed me to give you these when we were well under way. These are the transmissions from Ea and the others already on Ki. King Anu wishes you study them so you’re prepared for what’s to come.”
I always adored my big brother, Enki. I do love him. His brilliance exceeds all others. He’s truly the most intelligent man on our entire world. His genius startles all of us. If anyone can save us, it’s Enki. Why he may even been smarter than father Anu himself.
I was haunted by what happened between Enki and me, emotionally confused. I admit, I felt embarrassed that I got caught, that I let Enlil impregnate me. But looking back, I wouldn’t change anything. I adore Ninurta, my son. He’s the love of my life. Ninuta’s an incredible child, now more man than boy.
I inserted the ME on top into the computer. A list appeared on the screen. I selected Ea’s log.
I always adored my big brother, Enki. I do love him. His brilliance exceeds all others. He’s truly the most intelligent man on our entire world. His genius startles all of us. If anyone can save us, it’s Enki. Why he may even been smarter than father Anu himself. Enki’s face appeared on the personal screen before me.
He said “Ninmah, I’m glad you’ve selected this recording. I knew you would. I miss you, miss our talks. I’m excited you’re joining us here on Ki. We can really use your help. This is a dangerous new world with many unknown hazards. We will need the medical skills of you and the other physicians. Your doctors, masters of the healing arts, are the finest Nibiru offers.”
Enki knew I was highly skilled in healing arts, magic and alchemy. We knew each other well, sought each other’s company. We’re friends and enjoy debating all the issues. We make a good problem solving team. Enki may be a genius, but I ‘m no dummy. We’re well-matched and would have enjoyed our marriage. But as smart as he is, in some ways, much to my surprise, I may know more.
Enki continued, You may not realize that there’s much that hasn’t been revealed to our people as we didn’t wish to alarm them, But as head of this mission there are many critical things you must know.
As you already know, after Anu, our Dad, wrestled and deposed Alalu, my father-in-law. Alalu stole a rocket armed with nuclear missiles and made his way to Ki [Earth] the seventh planet. He used a penetration beam to ascertain if Earth contained gold. Using Testers he discovered there’s plenty gold beneath the land and in the water. Now Alalu declares himself Nibiru’s savior. If true he’s found gold, there’s hope for us.
What we’ve not revealed is that Alalu blasted a path through the Hammered Bracelet–asteroid belt–with Weapons of Terror! The ancient, long-forbidden weapons of havoc are now aimed directly at Nibiru! Alalu demands the council declare him king, he orders commanders make him their leader, he insists sages give him respect, all Nibiru’s people must bow to Alalu or we’ll be wiped from the heavens next time we pass through the solar system. The sages were aghast. In the council was much consternation. To change the kingship is a grave matter. Anu was king, not only by ancestry, but by fair wresting had he attained the throne.
Many questions were asked. Where could Alalu be? Could Alalu be trusted? He had forfeited the throne by single combat. Now he contests. Alalu was well known for his calamities.
The eldest sage, Alalu’s master spoke up. “Perhaps Alalu harkened to the teachings of the Beginning and the Celestial Battle and traveled beyond the Hammered Bracelet. Perhaps he did find Tiamat and her gold.”
Enki’s log revealed that Enlil had, at this point spoke up “How”, he said, “will we get proof Alalu’s found gold? Is there sufficient gold to protect our atmosphere? How can it be brought through the treacherous Hammered Bracelet?”
A message was relayed to Alalu. He decided to give us his secrets and transmitted his findings by inserting the crystals from the Tester into the speaker. Alalu demanded “Now that I’ve delivered proof to you, declare me king. Bow to my commands.”
In the assembly of the princes Enki stood to speak.
Enki told the princes, “By birth my father is Anu the king. By marriage my father is Alalu. I was espoused to bring the two clans into unison. Let me be the one to end this conflict. I’ll journey through the Bracelet with water, not fire.
I’ll test the gold, send it back to Nibiru. Let Alalu be king on Ki and await the verdict of the sages. If necessary to save Nibiru, let there be a second wrestling to determine Niribur’s rule.”
The counselors, sages and commanders weighed Enki’s words finding wisdom in them, agreed his suggestion was the wisest course.
Anu agreed, “Let it so be!. Let my son, Ea, journey to Ki, test the gold and report to us. And I agree, a second time to wrestle. Let the winner be Nibiru’s king!”
The decision was conveyed to Alalu. He agreed that Enki, his son by marriage, come to Ki. Gold obtained from the waters would be returned to Nibiru for testing. A second wrestling would determine kingship.
“So be it, ” Anu declared as he closed the council meeting. Enlil rose to object. But all were leaving. Anu’s words unalterable.
At the place of the chariots Enki called together commanders and sages. A full circuit of Nibiru passed as we contemplated the dangers of our mission. There was much to consider. How would we extract the gold and get it home? If we used water to blast through the Hammered Bracelet, where could it be replenished? Where on the chariot would it be stored.
The largest celestial chariot was selected and fitted for the mission. Calculations and preparations complete, fifty heroes hand selected, the day came to depart. Multitudes gathered to bid us farewell. Bearing Eagle’s helmets and Fish’s suits, Enki and his crew kissed loved ones goodbye and entered the chariot one by one. Enki waved his hand to bid farewell, then knelt before Father Anu, who blessed him and said, “My son, a far and dangerous journey you undertake for us. Let you be successful and banish calamity from our world. Go in safety. Come back!”
Enki’s log went on:
Ninul, dear Mother, approached me next. Tears in her eyes, she implored, “Why do you, my precious son given to me by Anu, have such a restless heart? Go, traverse your hazardous roads and come back to us safely.“ I drew her to me, gently hugged her goodbye.
Wordless, dear Damkina stood before me. With great tenderness I kissed my sweet spouse. Speechless, I embraced her.
Next Enlil arms locked with mine, declared “Be blessed, be successful.”
Heart heavy, I entered the chariot. “Let us soar,” I commanded to Anzu, my commander.
Dear Sister, my beloved, my friend, if you’re indeed listening to this journal, know that while my marriage to Damkina was one of convenience arranged to unite our people, I love my spouse as much as if I had selected her myself. In many ways she’s very fragile. Look out for her. I hope, no, I KNOW, you’re heart is as great as mine. You’ll grow to love her as I have.”
There are no victims here. My heart breaks. I love Enki. I love Enlil as well. I tend to blame him, yet I must be fair with Enlil. I returned his flirtations, responded to his kisses. I hungered for his touch, dreamed what it would be like to join with him. Once together, my body responded, became moist, fluids flowed. Love, long repressed, overwhelmed us. The seed he planted inside me felt delicious to carry. My pregnancy was easy, delivery painless.
Ninurta is a wonderful son, my greatest gift. All respond to his love. He’s brilliant. His presence’s pure joy, his smile infectious.
Twas all too perfect in too many ways.
No, that soul called to us, wanted to come through our loins. The Creator of All designed this destiny. We only need wait to see what unfolds. Time will reveal the role this future king plays in shaping worlds.
EARTH, WHICH WE THEN CALLED KI IS KEY TO NIBIRU’S FATE
I wiped my face, surprised to find tears. I reached for the transmitter, shut it off.
“Dear Brother, I do love you so.” I sighed as I waved my hand to dim the lights. I sat there for a moment, then bade the lights darken completely. I’m exhausted, must find a way to sleep.
I must have dozed off as I woke myself with a snort, a bodily reflex to my soul returning from an astral journey I couldn’t recall. Frustrated, I sat up, forced myself to move closer to the console.
“Computer continue.” I commanded. The screen obeyed, lit up but remained blank. Ea’s transmissions had been verbal only. I substituted images from my mind, memories of Ea’s face, his smile, his laugh, from good times we shared, but they proved unsatisfactory. I struggled to bring my visions into focus, but seemed unable to do so.
Ea and I had a special relationship. Raised together, brother and sister, we loved to play with words, tease one another and play practical jokes. The sexual tension of knowing that we were bonded, soon to be mates added to our delight. We didn’t dream of consummating our relationship before the proper ceremonies. We were enjoying our lifetime of foreplay. We knew waiting would make it all the better when our wedding day arrived.
Then it all fell apart. I did it with Enlil. Why, why, why?
Enki’s voice from my computer continued, calling me to return to my present, rocketing toward the inner solar system from Nibiru.
I’ve created a detailed report of what we went through to get here to Earth. Sister, I’ve already given this information to Nungul, the pilot of your chariot. Hear this. Nungul’s very competent, but as leader you must know what I am to reveal so you can be prepared. There are many hazards that you face on this journey. We just barely made it ourselves. If you are not ready it’s possible the chariot will not make it through. You’ll perish just like that expedition long ago.
I couldn’t bear to lose you. Please carefully listen to the transmission that follows. You must master the water thrusters. Select and train the best of your crew. If you have to, learn how to use the water thrusters yourself. You’re an excellent sharpshooter. When we were children you’d to beat me and everyone else in the castle all the time. Do not panic the others. Use tact with the pilot. Do this for me, please. When you get to the asteroid belt go to the control room and be prepared.
As you may know I specially selected Anzu to command our chariot. His name means ‘He Who Knows the Heavens’. I knew he was the best suited to navigate us towards the Sun.
Enki related how his rocket traveled a thousand leagues, then encountered little Pluto. Then they passed Neptune, the beautiful enchantress. Anzu wanted to stop and examine her waters. Enki was tempted for a moment to stop, but then thought better and motioned to continue. “It’s a planet of no return” Anzu said, as he maneuvered the controls to guide them forward.
Heavenly Uranus, the third planet approached. Uranus lay on his side, a host of moons kept him company. The tester indicated water. Anzu paused, “Should we stop and get water?”
“Continue to Saturn, the foremost prince of heaven” Enki commanded. Saturn tried to ensnare them with his frightening, colorful rings. They couldn’t help but admire them. Anzu cleverly avoided the crushing danger.
The giant Jupiter, foremost of the firm planets lay before them next. Jupiter’s gravitational net overpowered the rocket, testing Anzu’s skill. Jupiter furiously flashed divine lightening, thrusting her host at her uninvited guests. Slowly Jupiter, the fifth planet faded. With a sigh of relief Enki and Anzu turned to encounter their next enemy.
Enki’s log continued: The Hammered Bracelet [Asteroids], deliverer of death, lurked before us. “Prepare the Water Thruster” I ordered, remembering our ancestors, the fifty brave souls crushed to death long ago. I peered to see if anything of their ship remained. Towards the boulders the chariot rushed. Like a slingshot’s stone, each one was ferociously aimed directly at us.
“Now,” I shouted. With lightening response Anzu thrust a stream of water the force of a thousand heroes. One by one the boulders turned face and ran. From their scattered midst emerged safe passage for the chariot. But not for long. As one was diverted, others attacked. Ahead lay a multitude, it’s numbers too numerous to count. Avengers for Tiamat closing in for the kill. “Again, again! I called to Anzu. With lightening reflexes he responded, the Water Thruster howled, protesting as it whirred to meet the tireless foe.
We grew weary. The attack was long and relentless. But at last the path was clear, the chariot unharmed. We cheered when we saw the Sun, such was our joy. But in the midst of our celebration, the alarm sounded. We had consumed far too much water in our battle with the asteroids. If we didn’t find water soon, we’d not have enough to make it to Ki.
“Ahead,” the log from Enki went on, “ in the dark Enki and Anzu could see the Sun’s rays reflecting off the sixth planet, Lahmu. Enki reminded Anzu, “There’s water on Mars. Bring this chariot down there.”
Anzu’s the best. Deftly he maneuvered the chariot towards the celestial god, circled round the planet. “Mars’ net is not very great. Its gravitational pull is easy to handle.” Anzu said.
Mars is quite a sight to behold with many hues, white caps, snow-covered sandals, reddish-hued in the middle where many lakes and rivers glitter.
Anzu slowed the chariot, landed us gently beside a lake. We donned our Eagle’s helmets, stepped out and extended hoses to suck up the water. While we were filling the bowels of the chariot, we examined the area, tested Mars’ waters and air. The air’s sufficient to breathe and the waters are good to drink.
We didn’t remain long, but quickly finished and bade Mars farewell.
Leaving Mars, Enki and Anzu at last saw Earth and her companion moon. The crew grew silent at the site. Would they find Earth to be Nibiru’s salvation or their own doom?
Enki’s voice recalled his alarm: We were going too fast! “The chariot must be slowed or we’ll perish in Ki’s thick atmosphere” But Anzu circled the Moon to slow us down. As we circled it, we saw how the moon lay scarred and prostrate, nearly destroyed by Nibiru ages ago in the Celestial battle.
The chariot now slowed, it was safe to move towards Earth, Ki, the seventh planet. Once, twice we circled Earth, ever closer to the Firm land Anzu lowered the chariot. Two thirds of the planet was snow hued. Dark was her middle. We could see oceans and firm lands. We searched for Alalu’s signal beacon. We found it where an ocean touched dry land and four rivers were swallowed by marshes.
“The chariot’s too heavy and large for the marshes! ” Anzu declared. “Earth’s pulling net’s too powerful for us to descend on dry land!” They made one more circuit to slow the chariot down even more. With great care Anzu lowered the rocket towards the ocean’s edge. He filled the chariot’s lungs with air, then splashed it down into the waters. It did not sink into the depths.
We heard a speaker. It was Alalu welcoming us! He beamed us directions of his whereabouts and we floated the chariot like a boat towards him. We made our way inland. The oceans narrowed, land appeared on both sides. Anzu ordered the heroes put on their Fishes’ suits. They opened a hatch and descended into the marshes and attached strong ropes to the chariot so they could pull it to land.
Alalu was so happy to see us. He beamed, “Hurry, hurry!’
At the edge of the marshes, a sight to behold. Alalu’s celestial chariot gleamed in the sunrays. The heroes hastened towards Alalu. My heart was beating like a drum. I grew impatient, donned my Fish’s suit and jumped into the water, tried to hurry to the edge. But the water was much deeper than I expected. I couldn’t walk, had to swim. I could see Alalu standing ahead by green meadows, his hands vigorously waiving.
My feet hit firm ground, I stood to walk. Alalu, ran towards me, his son by marriage, and powerfully embraced me. “Welcome to a different planet!” Alalu proclaimed to me. He held me silently. Tears of joy filled his eyes. I bowed my head to show respect to my father by marriage.
The other heroes were making their way towards us. More donned Fishes’ suits. More rushed toward dry land.
“Keep the chariot afloat !” Anzu commanded. “Anchor it in the waters. Avoid the mud.”
It was quite a sight to behold, Enki’s voice related. What a joyful reunion. The heroes came ashore and bowed to Alalu. Anzu, the last to depart the chariot, bowed to his kinsman Alalu, welcomed him with locked arms.
To the crew Enki spoke; no longer need he defer to Anzu, now that they were on Earth.
“Here on Earth I am the commander! On a life or death mission we have come. Nibiru’s fate is in our hands.”
I’ve briefed the captain of your rocket, Ninmah, how to approach and land on Earth safely.
As you heard, we were relieved that Alalu welcomed us. We were uncertain what to expect from Alalu. What a pleasant surprise to find him in such good spirits, warm, welcoming and cooperative.
Being alone for so long must’ve softened Alalu a bit.
I hope I’m not boring you with all these details. But somehow chatting to you even though you’re not here comforts me. I miss you.”
I felt eyes on the back of my head and turned, startled to see Sud staring at me with a tray of food in her hands. I turned, quickly snapped off the transmitter.
“Come… come in dear,” I stuttered. Why did I feel the need to hide Ea’s transmission? “Please, come over here, sit down. Share a meal with me.” I instructed, determined to make up for being so rude to Sud last time.
I coughed as I pulled up a chair, determined to hide my embarrassment. I didn’t realize Enki would speak with such affection after all I had done.
“You Highness, is something wrong?” I realized I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face. I smiled, “No, nothing’s wrong.” I answered, reaching to uncover the dish to see what Sud had prepared. “Smells delicious! Sud, how’d you know I was hungry?”
”You’ve been locked in here for hours, My Lady. And besides that, I missed you. You haven’t been yourself lately.”
“Yes, you’re right. I apologize for neglecting you. Now please, eat. And tell me how you’ve been occupying your time.”
I made polite conversation, really wanting to get back to hear what dear brother had to say. Earth! Why he’s named the new planet after himself! My, my. Enki’s definitely got gall. And he took control by announcing that he’s in charge! Oh my! I wonder what Alalu thought of that? Well it worked like charm! He avoided a major battle for power. Good for him. That’s my Enki. Always the diplomat.
“Oh that’s so funny!” Sud was laughing at something she said. I missed it! Good, I’m smiling at just the right time. I was smiling thinking of Enki’s boldness and here I don’t have the slightest idea what Sud just said. Well I best pay attention or I’ll get caught with my thoughts thousands of miles away.
“Oh look at the time.” Sud announced. “Please excuse me. I must get back to my experiment in the lab.”
“Not to worry my dear,” I answered, relieved that I would no longer be required to banter in ch
Soon, Enki’s log revealed, something odd happened, something Enki and crew had neveit chat.
Sud left. She’s one of my best nurses, highly skilled and proficient in herbs and remedies. She’ll be able to assist me as we catalog and identify the healing properties of all the new plants we’ll discover on Ki. This time I locked the door. I checked. Yes, the red light was clearly on. Now back to Enki’s story.
[HOW WE GOT THE WEEK]
I searched the file for where I left off. Found it! Enki’s recording resumed. He shared how his crew spent the first seven days on Earth and established the week that Earth still, to this day, honors.
Enki’s log went on: Now, if you’d like to hear it I’d like to share the account of how we established Eridu on Earth and how we began the count of seven days.
First day, I looked about for a place to set up camp. “Heap up the soil and create mounds over there.” I commanded. I pointed to the spot beside Alalu’s reed hut.
Anzu beamed a message to Anu back on Nibiru: . “Announce our successful arrival!”r seen before. The sky was changing from brightness to a reddish hue. The Sun was glowing like a red ball on the horizon and was disappearing!
The heroes, as we call our astronauts, became fearful, afraid that some great calamity was about to befall them. But when they looked over to Alalu, they saw him laugh. He calmed the newcomers, “It’s just a setting of the sun.” He said. “It is marking the ending of one day on Earth. It’s time to lie down for a quick rest.”
The nights, said Enki from the computer, are very short and dark. He said that there’s little you can do till morning when the Sun will make another appearance.
Lightening pierced the darkness. Rain followed thunder. Winds blew the waters. These were storms of Earth, an alien god, as we call a planet. Agitated, Enki and crew hunkered down unable to rest in the chariot.
They were relieved only when the Sun’s rays returned. Smiling, backslapping, they were most joyful.
An evening then morning marked their first day on Earth.
Here’s what Enki recorded about Day 2: With the break of a new day we decided to separate sweet waters for drinking water from marsh waters. I made Engur the master of sweet waters. He and Alalu went to the snake pond and behold, evil serpents were swarming! They reported back to me. We examined the abundance of rainwaters. I placed Enbilulu in charge of the marshlands to mark the thicket of reeds. I gave Enkimdu charge of creating a ditch and dike which would serve as a boundary for the marshes. We created a gathering place for collecting heaven’s rain. Thus we separated the waters from the waters below from the waters above. Marshwaters from sweet waters we set asunder.
Again it was evening then morning, the second day was done.
When the Sun announced the third morning, Enki assigned the heroes their tasks. He and Alalu went to the place of grass and trees. Enki wanted Alalu to catalog all the grew in the orchard: herbs, fruits and others.
Enki asked Isimud, his vizier if he knew much about each of the plants. Isimud stepped forward. He was very knowledgeable about plants. He could distinguish what was edible and what was not. He quickly identified a honey plant and ate of its fruit. He gave Enki another to eat and he liked it. Enki put Guru in charge of gathering food, deciding what was good. By evening they had food and water.
On the fourth day the winds finally ceased. The waves stopped tossing the chariot about. It was save to bring tools forth from the chariots. Time to build more suitable abodes for our encampment.
Enki put Kulla in charge of fashioning clay bricks. Enki also instructed Mushdammu to lay the foundations and erect the dwelling abodes. The Sun shone all day. It was a great day, full of light!
Kingu, Earth’s moon was in fullness that night. It cast a pale light on the Earth. Among the celestial gods, a lesser light rules the night.
Another evening, then morning, the fourth day was recorded on the log for me.
On the fifth day Enki commissioned Ea Ningirsig to fashion a boat of reeds. He was to measure the marsh, determine the stretch of the swamplands.
Ulmash, master of water creatures and flying fowl was assigned the task of distinguishing what was good and bad. But he’d never seen the likes of these creatures before. Their numbers were bewildering. Good carp were swimming among things that were inedible.
Enki directed Enbilulu, the marshland master to fashion a barrier with canebrakes and green reeds so they could separate the fish from fish. They trapped the carp with nets and fashioned snares no bird could escape for the birds good for food.
Thus they separated fish and fowl, determined what was good for eating and what was not.
And it was evening, then morning, marking the fifth day on Earth.
The Log continued, We focused on the creatures of the land on the sixth day. I assigned Enursag the task of cataloging everything that creeps and walks. He was quite alarmed to discover how ferocious the beasts were that surrounded us and so I commanded Kulla and Mushdammu to construct a fence to protect our compound before dark. All the heroes were put to task. They made and laid bricks on foundations and used trees for the fencing and reeds for roofs.
Anzu brought the Beam that Kills and the Speaker from the chariot and set them up in the compound. By evening time the encampment was complete. We gathered inside by night. Safe, we felt good about all that we accomplished.
And it was evening, then morning, the sixth day.
On the seventh day Enki gathered the Astronauts and spoke, “We’ve undertaken a hazardous journey, overcoming much as we traversed from Nibiru to the seventh planet. We successfully arrived on Ki, which we now have renamed Earth, established an encampment and completed much good. Let this, the seventh day be a day of rest. And hereafter the seventh day always to be a resting day. Henceforth let this place be called Eridu, meaning Home in the Faraway. Let us keep our promise, declare Alalu of Eridu our commander!”
The heroes shouted agreement in unison. Alalu uttered words of consent then paid homage to me. Let Ea be given a second name, Nudimmud, the Artificial Fashioner.”
Enki (Lord of Earth) was, before he was given the epithet Nudimmud, was called Ea, namesake of EArth.
The heroes agreed, shouting in unison.
And it was evening, then morning. Thus marked the end of the seventh day.
THE SEARCH FOR GOLD
I must take time to listen, to prepare for our landing. So where’s that next ME?
I uploaded the ME I had from Enki. He said, “Dearest Sister. I’m so glad you’re coming. I can’t wait to see you again. I’ve missed you. And you’ll love it here. It’s a garden of great beauty and wonder! What till you see all the wild life and strange variety of beings.
After we established our encampment and the heroes were all satiated with food, I went to the waters and started extracting gold. We stirred up the Fire Stones in the chariot awakening the A Great Cracker”, extending a hose to suck water into the marsh waters and directed the waters into a vessel of crystals. The crystals extracted all that is metal and the excess waters were recycled back into the fishpond. I designed the mechanism which worked extraordinarily well. See what a genius I am?
For six days were sucked in marsh waters, spat out excess, collected metals. And on the seventh day we examined what kind of metals we had in the belly of the vessel.
We had iron, much copper and very little gold.
Nidimmud came up with another idea and created a system for additional sorting of metals.
The heroes separated the metals by kind on shore. They toiled for six days. It was hard work. On the seventh day, as promised, they rested. The vessels were filled and emptied. On the seventh day we counted the metals. Once again there was iron, copper, some other metals. The gold was the smallest pile.
In the nighttimes the Moon waxed and waned. I called the Moon cycle Month. At the start of each month, it was luminous for six days. By half crown the seventh day of rest was announced. At midway the Moon was distinguished by fullness. Then it paused and started to become diminished.
With the Sun’s course the moon’s circuit appeared. With Earth’s circuit it revealed its face.
I was fascinated by the Moons motions and Kingu’s attachment to Ki. What purpose does this attachment serve? What heavenly sign was it giving? I called the circuit a Month. For two months we separated waters from metals.
Every six months I gave to the Sun the name of a season; Winter, and Summer I gave to the following six months. By the end of a year a full circuit was made. Winter and Summer a full circuit was called.
By the end of Year one the accumulated gold account was taken. There wasn’t much to dispatch to Nibiru.
I decided to move the chariot to deeper waters since it seemed the swamp waters were deficient. We lifted the chariot from its moorings and moved it back to where it was before. We stirred up the crystal vessels and as the saltwaters moved through them this passing, and as the metals were separated we finally saw the sparkling of gold. Anu was so pleased when we beamed home the news.
It came time for the return of Nibiru to the Sun’s abode, as destined. Nibiru was once again attaining closeness to Earth on its Shar circuit and Anu grew more and more eager. He was excited and frequently asked if there was enough gold to send to Nibiru.
But as the time grew nearer, there still was not enough gold to make it worth the effort, so I made the decision and told Father to let another Shar pass and then the quantity would be doubled! Anu agreed.
We continued our operation but I grew apprehensive. Progress was slow. I confess I wish there was more.
We created a sky chamber from canabalizing the chariot and appointed the pilot Abgal as he was the most qualified for the mission. Every day Abgal and I soared up to the sky chamber to learn more about the Earth from above. We built an enclosure for the sky chamber and placed it by Alalu’s chariot.
We studied crystals so we might better understand where the gold comes from. We need to discover where on Earth were Tiamat’s gold veins?
When Abgal and I made our journeys to the sky chamber we often traveled over great mountains and saw valleys, great rivers, steppes and forests that stretched thousands of leagues and separated by oceans. We scanned the soil with our beams, forever searching.
Meanwhile father back on Nibiru was growing quite impatient. He had to answer to the people who wondered if the gold protection could truly be provided.
Nibiru was nearing and we have to assemble and deliver gold. Father was demanding. He commanded that we repair Alalu’s chariot so it could be fit to return to Nibiru.
I contemplated the matter of repairing the ship, returning it to Nibiru. Before that could be done, a secret deed must be completed. With Abgal I entered the chariot that was docked by the sky chamber and together we removed seven “Weapons of Terror” and hid them in the sky chamber.
Dearest Sister, I tell you this even though you may not approve. But these weapons of terror must never fall into the wrong hands. They affect all of creation, sometimes harming all beyond repair. Their potential’s death to us all.
At sunrise Abgal and I soared to a far distant land and there, in a secret cave, I hid them. And while I tell you of their existence, I will not tell you where they’re hidden.
Then I told Anzu to repair Alalu’s chariot, make it ready to return to Nibiru. It had to be ready by the Shar’s completion.
Anzu, highly skilled in chariot maintenance and repair, set to the task of his labors with great enthusiasm. Anzu, happily singing while he worked, soon made thrusters harmoniously hum as he referenced repair manuals and made sense of them like no others possibly could.
It was inevitable that he’d discover the absence of the Weapons of Terror. When he did, he cried out with anger! I stopped him mid track, explained why I hid them, told him that it is forbidden to use them! They are not to be used in heavens or firm lands, they shall never be harnessed!
Anzu was upset. He argued that passage through the Hammered Bracelet would never ben safe without them. He believed that without them or Water Thrusters, the danger is too great to endure.
Abgal, the pilot, boldly came from behind the others and stepped forward toward the leaders. “I shall be the pilot,” he proclaimed, the dangers I shall valiantly face”!
Thus the decision was made that Abgal shall be the pilot and Anzu will remain on Earth. On Nibiru, the stargazers contemplated the planets seeking the most opportune day for the return mission.
Finally, the time neared. Into Alalu’s chariot we loaded basketfuls of gold.
The time came, and Abgal entered the chariot, took the commanders seat. I gave him a Tablet of Destiny, a program I created based on our journey in that outlined the best pathway to follow.
The chariot’s fire stones stirred creating a hum like music that I always find enthralling. The Great Cracker enlivened, cast a reddish brilliance all around. Alalu and I and the multitude of heroes gathered around to bid Abgal farewell.
The hopes of two worlds ignited with the roar of the chariot as it ascended to heaven.
I beamed word to Nibiru announcing the success of the launch. All we could do now is wait. On Nibiru there was much expecting.
Ninmah, I can’t explain how anxious we were. We worked round the clock, day and night for this moment and if one thing went wrong, then all would be lost. The hopes of both worlds lay in the hands of one being. If we were to survive, we surely needed the Creator of All on our side.
THE JOURNEY HOME
Abgal guided the chariot with confidence, circuiting Kingu, the Moon to gain speed generated by the netpowers. A thousand leagues, then thousand leagues he journeyed toward Lahmu. By its netpower a direction toward Nibiru he obtained.
Beyond Mars, the Hammered Bracelet Asteroids were whirling. Ominous it appeared. Abgal ignited Ea’s crystals. Glowing he searched for the previously opened path.
The eye of fate looked upon him with favor! Beyond the Bracelet the chariots beamed signals reached Nibiru. Homeward, homeward was the direction!
Ahead in the darkness, reddish hued Nibiru glowed; a beauteous sight to behold! The chariot now easily followed beamed signals from home.
Three times the chariot circled Nibiru so it’s speed could be slowed by its netforce. Nearing the planet Abgal clearly saw the life-threatening breach in the atmosphere. He felt a squeezing in this heart, thinking of all the hopes attached to the gold he was bringing.
Passing through the thick atmosphere, the chariot intensely glowed, the heat was overbearing! Deftly Abgal spread the chariot’s wings, arresting the descent. Beyond lay a most inviting sight, the place of the chariots. Abgal gently brought the chariot down to a place by the beams.
He opened the hatch to a multitude of populace assembled to greet him. Anu stepped forward, locked arms, uttering warm greetings. Heroes rushed into the chariot to retrieve the gold laden backets. They carried them high above their heads for all to see.
Anu turned to the assembled masses and shouted words of victory. “Salvation is here!” he declared.
Abgal was accompanied to the palace to rest and tell his tale. A celebration was at hand.
The gold was a most dazzling sight to behold. The savants quickly took it away to begin the process of making fine dust to be launched skyward to save our world.
They fashioned and tested for a shar. The rockets carried the dust heavenward and it was dispersed by crystal beams. Where there once was a breach, the heavens now healed!
Joy filled the palace. Abundance across the land was now expected. To Earth Anu beamed good words. “Gold gives us salvation!” he confirmed. “Continue to obtain gold.”
TRY, TRY AGAIN
When Nibiru next came near the Sun, the golden dust was disturbed by its rays. The healing of the atmosphere dwindled and the breach returned to its original huge size.
Sister, what can I say? Not again! Are we meant to survive? What is the answer? How can we possibly do this? We’re still here, alive. We just do it again. And again, and again till somewhere, somehow we do it just right.
Anu commanded Abgal to return to the Earth. This time he included more heroes in the chariot. In its bowels waters to suck in a thrust out were provided. Nungal was assigned as a co-pilot helper to Abgal.
Abgal was greated with great joy when he returned to Eridu. We greeted and locked arms.
I contemplated the new water-workings. While I maintained a smile on my face, in my heart I felt huge squeezing. By Shar time when Nungal was to depart in the chariot, there were only a few baskets of gold in the chariot’s bowels. I knew in my heart there would be huge disappointment on Nibiru.
I consulted with Alalu. We considered all that was known. If Earth was the head of Tiamat cut off in the Celestrial Battle, where was the neck where the golden veins were cut asunder? Where were the golden veins protruding from Earth’s innards?
I took to the sky chamber and traveled over mountains and valleys. Using the scanner I examined the lands that were separated by oceans. Again and again there was the same indication. Where dry land from dry land was torn apart, Earth’s innards were revealed.
Where the landmass was in the shape of a heart, the lower part contained abundant golden veins from Earth’s innards!
I gave that region the name Abzu, which means the Birthplace of Gold. Then I beamed back to Anu what I had discovered. “The Earth is indeed filled with gold. But we must obtain it from the veins, not the waters. The Gold originates from Earth’s bowels, not from its waters. From a region beyond the ocean, Abzu it is called, abundance of gold can be gotten!”
In the palace there was great astonishment. Savants and counselors gathered to give Ea’s words consideration. It was unanimous, the gold must be obtained. But how to obtain it from the bowels of the Earth? There was much discussion.
In the assembly a prince spoke up. They turned to see. Enlil, the half brother of Ea shoving his way through the crowd to the dais on which sat Nibiru’s wisest elders who led the assembly of savants.
But wait, before I go into what happened next, Ninmah, dear Sis, I need to interrupt this report and clarify a few things. First of all I want you to know that I’ve had plenty of time to reflect on what happened with us, that I’ve come to peace with all on many levels. I’m happy with my life, bottom line, and that level of happiness comes because in the grand design of creation it’s right and what was meant to be.
I admit I’ve not been without my emotional responses, some of which were huge and negative, not to mention reactions and judgments that were less than spiritually evolved. I’ve been through some very dark times, one night (maybe two) that I would call my “dark nights of the soul”. But I’m sophisticated enough, an old soul who’s been incarnated many times in many forms and spent enough time in this one to gain a bit of wisdom and insight into the nature of reality, especially this one that has its fair share of challenges. There are no victims in this passion play. And I’ve certainly not been one in our dynamics. Things are as they should be (and I don’t like shoulds, you know that). So here we are and now we have this relationship. So be it.
Many times I fantasize about our life, how it could have been. I see you by my side, as my Queen and spouse, partner for life. Our children run at our side, grow up to be fine adults, intelligent, beautiful, excellent leaders each in their own right. I see us living in true partnership, balanced, equal mates, Queen and King, sharing leadership, guiding where each is best suited to lead, as it was long ago in our own history, the story of our civilization where it was meant to go long ago before our world started to fall apart, the atmosphere leaking into the heavens, our people dying en masse, the stress, strife, distrust and war. War, so evil, so senseless. And here we are a people who knew our fair share of such things. And now we are on the brink of extinction, payment for our folly. We have much karma to clear. And that is why I must thus attempt to clear any resentments and misunderstandings that stand between us and what we now must do.
I know what’s coming. It’s inevitable that you will be asked to come here with a group of your finest healers to help me figure this out, to save our home, our world and now that I’m here and better understand a few things, to create and develop this one. Ninmah, this place is incredible. It’s beauty must be much like Nibiru once was, long before we evolved as the dominant species and screwed everything up so horribly that nature itself and the Creator of All align against us to expel us from the planet, like parasites, like pests that must be destroyed or destroy their hosts.
We must wake up, become conscious and do things better. We suffer our karma. Yet, we are growing up, becoming wise, and as long as I breathe, I dedicate my life, my very existence to my people, and, to you dearest, dear Sister.
When you were born, there was great celebration in all corners of all lands. Children were not coming. I was an only child for so long. Then Enlil came along. And we were glad for his arrival but knew we needed you, a girl child in order to continue our line. I was gifted with great intelligence, a level this likes we Anunnaki have not known in many generations. I know, don’t laugh, that sounds so vein Sis, but I’m so happy that I was blessed with this gift, by the Creator of All. I love being brilliant! I love solving problems, coming up with answers, solutions to what ails our world, sometimes just in the nick of time. Surely this is divine providence. Surely this is my reward for lifetimes lived well in other worlds. I am delighted for my role. And when I saw you, I knew you too were destined for great things.
I was there outside the birthing room, pacing with father, anxious for your arrival, knew you were inbound, a soul chosen from the heavens, my beloved, my mate, wife, whole life. And so it was, you were born, female, a woman to be, the wife meant for me. Oh my, what a delight. My heart soared, my feet lifted high off the ground others had to pull me back to land so I wouldn’t zoom into space. Never has a being ever been as happy as I. Well perhaps Father came a second close. As much as men are revered in this crazy upside world, Father was joyous and relieved that you, his daughter, at long last was here.
I remember so clearly, as if it were now, looking at your face. Those incredible aqua-blue eyes, like deep wells swallowed my soul. I sunk into the depths of them and saw who you were, an ancient of ancients, my beloved throughout time. We’ve been together before. You know it. We’ve done so much and what needed to be done on this world, you came to me to be at my side. No matter what happens, what form, twists and turns life delivers, you have been and always will be with me, at my side, whether your body’s here or not. We two souls are forever entwined. You are mine. I am yours. Nothing ever comes between us. Nothing. Know that. Nothing.
You grew. We grew closer, together always on some level, even when I was so busy. A part of my mind was always connected to yours. We have so much in common. Not the little things. No. We have likes and dislikes unique to our personalities. But we think alike. Our emotions similar, alike, run deeper and more intense than others. I swear we come from the same race, a higher race of more enlightened beings. I know deep in side my soul, that we knew we were coming to Nibiru and planned it all long before, in life in between lives, in heaven, true heaven, the realm where we reside to rest and decide what’s next.
I admit I was shocked when you betrayed me. Oh, now that sounds like a victim, I know. I’m sorry, I’m laughing so hard at myself and was going to censor and re-record what I just said. But no, sweet, sweet sister, I’ll let that one stand so you can better understand me, know me for who I am and the thoughts and feelings that run through me. For I desire that you know me like no other.
I understand. Enlil’s charming in his own right. So dashing, handsome, far more better looking than I ever was. No, that’s not fair to me. I have my qualities that are well received by all. I too am charming. Yes, true. Yet Enlil’s dashing. What can I say? I’d marry him if it was appropriate based on his looks. But at the core of it all, we, he and I, unlike you and I, don’t often see eye to eye. We think way differently than each other. He’s like the polar opposite. We play games with ideas. I think one thing, he challenges me. Back and forth, over and over, year after year after year.
I love him. He’s my brother. And our relationship is, has been and probably will be at its best, difficult. What can I say? He is my mirror, my disowned parts, my reflection, projection and perhaps my greatest teacher. In some ways he heals my soul. He challenges me to be better, to move past that which I judge and always, always do better than that. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I’m sorry love, ha, ha, I can, ha ha ha, hardly contain myself. Seriously, can’t you see? The Creator of All must have the most insane sense of humor, putting the three of us in the same family, such close proximity to each other. No wonder father’s happiest when we’re off elsewhere amusing ourselves with the challenges of life.
Now you have a son and I have a wife, Damkina, who in her own way is a delight. She’s beautiful, intelligent, witty. She makes me laugh. She’s a wonderful lover and someday will make a good mother. Yes, ours was a political union, a marriage of convenience. Yet when I was on Nibiru, she kept company, often remained dutifully with me for hours in the same room but pursuing her own interests. It felt comforting, sweet. I miss her.
No, you and I have a very different relationship than the one I have with my wife. We think alike. Our minds genetically related, operate similarly. You’ll like her, when you get to know her and you will, as when you come here to be with me, to work with me, I ask that you bring her with you if possible. If not, it’s inevitable, eventually she will be here by my side, as is her duty and responsibility. Alalu, her father, longs for her. So please, friend her. I know you’ll like her, will eventually develop a close friendship and believe me, you will somewhere in time need strong allies to carry you through the challenges yet to come.
And who knows? Perhaps someday I’ll yet get you in my bed. You know I want you and as a royal prince, am not limited, can share love with whom I wish. And maybe, if you like Damkina enough, the three of us can share some jollies. You know me, always lusty. You know besides the deep love I have always carried for you, I lust for you as well. You touch me in every cell of my being. You are my inspiration, the song of my soul, the fire in my heart, the wings for my spirit. Together we fly. Without you I die. Ha, ha. I know, silly me. Always playing with words. I can’t help myself.
Soon dear sis, you’ll get word. Well actually, if you’re listening to this, you already have word and are in the ship heading to Ki, to me, to be…. ??? Will you be with me? Ha, ha, ha.
Give Damkina a kiss for me, please. And if you wish, you have my permission, do use your tongue dear one.
I love you. I have to go, being called back to duty. When I can, as soon as I can, I will return to talking to you for communicating with you always comforts my soul, helps me make it through the day (and they are so short my love, wait and see!)
Oh, Gotta go.. bye…… Enki out……..
Static buzzed in Ninmah’s ear. “What is that?” she wondered. “Oh he must not have disconnected entirely. What an annoying sound.” Ninmah ejected the ME. Smiled. “That’s my Ea“, she said allowed to no one but herself as she was alone in her room.
She noticed she was still smiling. She walked over to the mirror, examined her face. “You are not so bad, my dear.” she told her reflection in the mirror. She grabbed a wash cloth, ran hot water in the basin, dipped the cloth in and covered her face with it’s delicious warmth.
“What am I getting into?” she wondered. “What do I feel?”
I love Ea. Enki. He now calls himself Enki, is known as Enki. I must get used to that, address him properly when next we meet.
“How do I feel about all this?” Ninmah spoke allowed to the face in the mirror that reflected back signs of distress. “Hmm, look at yourself, girl. Are you that conflicted?”
She dipped the cloth into the wam water again, squeezed out the excess water and ran it across her face, to the back of her neck as she gently turned her head from side to side, stretching and permitting the warmth of the rag to penetrate deep into sore muscles.
“When did I get so tired? I’m exhausted”, she finally admitted, like a deep confession long denied. She’d been working herself too hard, on this, a long journey that’s meant to be relaxing, a break to build up strength so she might be prepared for what’s yet to come. “What is yet to come?” she began, about to launch herself into yet another endless series of worries and wonder.
“Go to bed, get some sleep!” she ordered herself, once again speaking aloud to an empty room. She headed to bed. Something near the end table on the floor caught her eye half hidden behind the pillow that had slipped from the bed. She reached and picked it up. It was a doll, from her childhood. “How did my doll get here on the chariot?”
“What a mystery”, she thought, mind racing to remember. “It must have been tucked between clothes in my closet, packed by accident in the rush to begin our journey.” Again no response. But now she spoke to the doll. “How did YOU get here?” she asked it.
“It’s all such a blur. I wasn’t thinking clear so who knows how you got here? But here you are. It was somehow meant to be.”
She stared at the doll. It was small, a rag doll, simple design, nothing complex. As she stared at it’s stitches that threatened to come apart in a few places, suddenly she was transported back in time. The doll, magically triggered repressed thoughts and teleported her back to her crib, to a time long ago through a time portal of unconscious memories not thought for ages. The veil faded and she clearly saw a handsome young man opening the door and quietly entering her darkened room, one hand behind his back”.
“There you are, my beloved, you’ve finally come to me, your husband to be.” The most beautiful blue eyes loomed before me, their beauty brought tears to my ears. I smiled back at the boy. He smiled at me and gave me the doll, the one I now held in my hand. His eyes pierced my soul, touched my heart. I trembled, shuddering with excitement.
“I know this is but a doll, a simple one at that. But I put my love into it and sewed it myself as a token of my love and hopes that you’ll accept our betrothal, not as an act of duty to our people, but because you love me as much as I love you. This is our first official meeting in this life. You must be tired for being born is quite a job. But I couldn’t wait. I just had to see you alone, just you and me.
I touched you and sang to you in your mother’s womb, as much as she would let me and as much as time permitted. I pray you remember the sound of my voice and rejoice when you hear it as we are now both here embodied in flesh and such things as voices anchor us and reconnect us when apart. I have never forgotten you.”
Yes, my memories like others are clouded by the veil of forgetfulness we enter when incarnating in form. Yet I am an eternal being, as are you and my soul never forgets no matter who I am, whenever I am, such as now, here, as your brother, Enki.
I will not push you to remember. Those types of things must come in their own time. And I too may fall into unconsciousness, forgetfulness, perhaps even despair. For I am now open, conscious, as a result of witnessing the miracle of your birth. You pushed open the portal, the veil between realms in the process of coming through to this world. I’m not sure the others felt it. But I knew. You are a mighty being, dear Ninmah. Remember who you are for you are here to do great things.”
But now, it’s time to sleep the deep sleep that only babies can fully do. And in the days to come you must be who you now are. Dream of where you came from, who you are as your soul travels the universe while you sleep. I have time, as do you, for love, of that I am sure. Goodnight sweet princess. You know I’m always here for you.”
I fell asleep, soothed by his words. At that time, I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Now, it’s as though a recorder was left running. Every detail’s come through as if I were there. Ea kissed my cheek, set the doll beside me and left. I really didn’t wake up till just now.
That’s it for this episode of Ninmah’s Journey. This has been Part 1. Tune into the next Episode of Ninmah’s Journey, NINMAH’S SOJOURN ON MARS, on the next Aquarian Radio broadcast.
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Janet Kira Lessin, embodying Ninmah, interviewed by on Freedom Radio
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Janet, interviewed by Laurie Fenton, describes ancient Nibiran TANTRA rituals Inanna/Ishtar/Shakti introduced to humanity. Janet describes the sexual rituals with which you can induce time travel, ET channeling and multidimential experiences. These experiences let you transcend the matrix that Enlil/Yahweh and Marduk and their combined Illuminati elite still impose upon us.
Janet, who embodies the wisdom on Ninmah, the Anunnaki charged (with her brother Enki/Adenoi and her nephew, Ningishzidda/Thoth/Quetzcoatl) with lifting Illuminati’s veil of greed, slavery, hierarchy and violence that covers us now, says that extended female ejaculatory orgasming opens portals to higher dimensions of consciousness that make humanity at last eligible for galactic society. Any woman worshipped into an extended orgasmic state, she says, opens interdimensional portals within, portals that uplift all people.