Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins Page 14

  ‘Perfect. Any special dish?’

  ‘Surprise me!’

  ‘Leave it to me. You’ll have a big surprise. See you soon, brother.’

  ‘See you soon.’

  JFK hung up the phone thoughtfully. He took off his reading glasses and ran his hands through his hair, looking a little worried. ‘What can Oswald Griffin want with me? The Priorate needs me? I thought this day would never come,’ the senator thought to himself. Oswald Griffin was the grand master of a secret society the Kennedys had covertly been members of for many generations. Jack had been prepared since childhood, in case one day the society needed him. His grandfather had never been activated, his father only a couple of times; but if the grand master phoned in person, it must be a very serious matter and his mission a very important one.

  The following day, early in the morning, the senator started to settle some domestic matters that were pending. He hadn’t slept very well due to his anxiety about the lunch he was to have. As Oswald lived quite close he would go straight there without going to his office first. At 11.30 a.m. the driver went to tell him it was time to leave. Shortly afterwards the senator’s car drove through the gates of the Griffin mansion, which opened automatically as it approached, doubtless because the guard at the gates had been given the license plate number of the car. They stopped almost in front of the door to Oswald’s house, where he was waiting for them.

  ‘Punctual as always, my friend,’ said Oswald as the senator was getting out of the car.

  ‘When you live nearby it’s easier to be punctual,’ said Kennedy as he greeted Oswald, who gave him a hug.

  ‘Good, let’s go in. Lunch isn’t ready yet, but we can start our chat in my office.’

  The two went up a flight of stairs and into Oswald’s office.

  ‘Senator, I’ll get right to the point. As you know, our party is going to put forward a name to stand for the presidency.’

  ‘Yes, of course, but the name hasn’t been announced yet.’

  ‘Just so. I want to put your name forward.’

  ‘My name? But why?’

  ‘Jack, listen to me. We need someone from our order in the presidency. There’s a lot happening and it’s time for us to take power.’

  ‘Well, I will be honored by the nomination, but will the other party leaders accept it?’

  ‘I’ve already spoken to some of them who are on my side. It’s almost definite that you will be the candidate. First I wanted to talk it over with you and, naturally, explain what will happen after you’re elected.’

  ‘If I’m elected…’

  ‘Yes, you’ll be elected. But I’ve already got friends lined up in Europe and here in the States who’ll help finance your campaign.’

  ‘So what more is there for us to talk about?’

  ‘Jack, I’ll explain somewhat superficially what’s going on and what our order has got to do with all this. As you know, our order protects the secret of the Holy Grail. Our mission is to hide it from our enemies so that the relic doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. According to the prophecies, which you have studied, Jesus Christ is to be reborn from the blood which the Holy Grail contains. In order for that to happen, we cannot let Satan take power in any way. If he comes to power we are lost. Satan can count on people in every sphere of every government in the world, people who are plotting to bring in the new world order, which will serve to bring him to power. Our society’s mission, in addition to protecting the secret of God on earth, is to try to stop Satan’s servants bringing their plans to fruition. You must have seen it in the papers: a little more than ten years ago, in 1947, an alien spaceship was found at Roswell. I think you must have read about it…’

  ‘Of course I have; but in the end they discovered that it was a meteorological balloon.’

  ‘Er… That’s the story the military gave out to the population, to avoid a general panic breaking out. But the news was true, and in the ship they found an alien that survived the crash.’

  ‘Are you sure of that? If it was true we’d know, wouldn’t we?’

  ‘Jack, not even the president knows the truth about the case, let alone us. It’s top secret. If the president knows something he is certainly pretending not to. There is a power behind the throne, I mean a small group of men, military among them, who control information of this sort.’

  ‘I understand. But this is very serious: the president should be informed of everything.’

  ‘The only president who knew all the facts was President Truman, who joined the “other side”. This is the thing. The United States did a deal with the aliens in return for technology. The problem is that they propose to build a gateway that will let none less than Satan into this world.’

  ‘Forgive me, Oswald, but this story is a bit too fantastic to be true, don’t you think?’

  ‘This isn’t fantasy, Jack, it’s the pure truth. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Remember that?’

  ‘In any case, a single government trimming the sovereignty of every country and being run by just a few people isn’t ideal. We’ll really have to stop this.’

  ‘OK, let me summarize your mission. We need to have access to the information about the Roswell accident and about the US government’s deal with the aliens; we need to know where Satan’s gateway is going to be built; and we need to stop the advance of the new world order. For this to happen, power must be in the hands of one of us. Let me say in advance, however, that the task is extremely risky. As soon as you make a move they will try to eliminate you. You will have to be very, very careful. Are you prepared to make a sacrifice?’

  ‘Oswald, that’s the reason I took the oath when I turned twenty-one. If I wasn’t convinced about our society’s values I wouldn’t have done it.’

  ‘Excellent. I’m delighted I can count on you. Your help will be fundamental and I have no doubt your name will always be remembered.’

  ‘I’m delighted too. My father will be even more pleased, to know that our family will be a part of this resistance; that is, of course, as long as I win the election.’

  ‘It won’t be easy, Jack, but we’ll fight to the finish to win. Well, lunch must be served. I’ll give you more details while we eat, OK?’

  ‘Let’s go, I’m famished.’

  The two of them walked to the dining room. Kennedy, although appearing calm, was anxious inside as well as happy about the nomination. After all, since he had entered politics he had dreamed of becoming the president of the United States. The job would bring extra responsibility now: to try to stop the advance of the Illuminati and the creation of the new world order. This would put him, and his family, in constant danger of assassination. But his principles spoke loudest and everything told him he should take part in this chapter of history, as well as being, or at least trying to be, an example for future generations of leaders. Finally the resistance would start to take shape.

  CHAPTER 21

  United States of America, 12th November 1963

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

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

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

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

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

  ‘Very odd. Well, give me the packet.’

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

  TOP SECRET

  12th November 1963

  Memo to:

  John McCone, director CIA.

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

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

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

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

  Signed: John F. Kennedy

  President of the United States of America

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

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

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

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

  The director picked up the phone.

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

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

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

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

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

  ‘What could he have found out, general?’

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

  ‘Yes, Sir! I’ll wait for your call.’

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

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

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

  ‘What can I do for you, general?’

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

  ‘OK, I’ll be there at eight.’

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

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

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

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

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

  ‘Till the first of February next year.’

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

  ‘No problem.’

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

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

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

  CHAPTER 22

  Earth, 1000 BC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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