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  ‘Doctor, is there a chance that the test is not 100% effective?’ asked a journalist.

  ‘As I said, the test is 99.999% precise. In other words, yes, there is a discrepancy of 0.001% between the two DNAs. However, three tests were done, with three different samples from the two donors, and they all gave the same result.’

  ‘Doctor, how secure is the testing procedure? Who can guarantee they were not switched?’ asked another journalist.

  ‘We engaged a firm of auditors who were present at all stages of the test. In addition we stepped up our own security. The samples did not remain unattended for a single minute, so I can confidently say that it’s impossible for any type of fraud to have been committed. Later on the firm that carried out the audit will make a copy of its report available to the press. Nor can we forget that the whole process was filmed and the films have been kept, and can be made available if there is any suspicion of fraud. Next question.’

  ‘Doctor, can you confirm that the DNA analyzed is not human DNA?’

  ‘This I cannot reveal, as we were contracted only to give an opinion as to whether the samples were or were not compatible. Next!’

  ‘Doctor, based on this result can you confirm that David Griffin is a clone of Jesus?’

  ‘All we did was analyze the DNA; it’s not for us to say who is a clone of whom. If I replied in the affirmative I would be saying that the DNA collected in the Vatican is in fact from Jesus Christ, but that is something I cannot confirm, as I have no way of saying whose DNA that is. All I can say is that the DNA in the possession of the Vatican is identical to Mr. David Griffin’s DNA.’

  ‘Do you think it’s really possible that David may be a clone?’

  ‘Cloning is perfectly possibly these days. Even at the time Mr. Griffin was born it was already possible. All I can say is that, if he is not a clone of the person whose genetic material was deposited on the Vatican’s artifact, then either he is that person’s twin brother or the person himself.’

  ‘Doctor, what could happen to Dr. Thomas Griffin, who was responsible for David’s cloning?’

  ‘That’s a question I can’t answer. But my own opinion is this: if in fact he created a human clone, he should win the Nobel Prize. I don’t think any punishment will be meted out, as the United States does not have any sort of law prohibiting the cloning of a being. Thank you all for your attention, my time is now up. Goodbye,’ said Dr. Ellen House, turning her back and heading towards the exit of the building.

  A long time went by. David had created a sort of universal religion which accepted people from all over the world. He made no distinction between Jews, evangelicals, Catholics. The people could continue worshipping as their own religions taught and at the same time become members of the Arammu Order, whose name in Sumerian means “love”. Love was precisely what David was preaching throughout the world. Love of one’s neighbor, of animals, of nature. Human beings should love in order to become better people. This way mankind would be lifted on to a new level of greatness, and would finally evolve. Even though David accepted people of all religions, a good part of the members preferred to give up their old beliefs and instead follow only the teaching and principles proposed by Arammu. There were more than five hundred million faithful in the whole world. The Catholic Church had lost nearly forty percent of its followers. Several other Christian religions also lost thousands.

  Arammu attracted more and more people, preaching love and revealing the truth about the gods of old and the future of mankind. Furthermore, within the Order the people were instructed always to help one another, whatever situation they were in. This created a great sense of family and brotherhood. People helped one another and nobody deceived anybody. Those who entered the Order were really prepared to change their lives and their principles. If a brother from the order in China visited the United States and had nowhere to stay, he would be easily accommodated in the house of another brother. If a brother was unemployed, he could find a job in another brother’s company. If a brother’s tire blew out on the highway, he could find help straight away, from another brother who was driving past. The synergy between members was enormous; and their only purpose was to carry the word of love to other people and to bring others into the Order, with the intention of helping to spread the knowledge and the philosophy it taught. Unlike the traditional churches, Arammu asked no one for money, but even so the members contributed because they knew that the order needed money to grow and to build temples where the brothers could meet. All the order’s books were open to the members via the internet. Every member had access to all the expenses, and none of the money was used improperly to enrich any particular person. In addition to the Christians who joined the order, thousands of Jews and Muslims, as well as people of other non-Christian religions, enrolled themselves in the philosophy of love. And the members joined together to perform charitable works. They took food to the hungry and medicines to places without access to them. The people identified themselves with the principles of the new order. If all the people on earth were to follow the principles of the members of Arammu, they would be ready to evolve.

  At a time when David, through his order, was working to save people throughout the world, his enemies were working behind the scenes to bring Satan back. Time was short, but there was nothing else for David to do. The only thing that was in his power to do was to spread the knowledge to the people, so that when Satan appeared they would not believe in him. Time was passing and David knew that when the moment came the world would no longer be the same. Famine, disease and war were coming. But this had been foretold from the earliest times.

  CHAPTER 36

  New York, 20th December 2012

  Maria was walking hurriedly, a cup of coffee in her hand, towards the building where she worked as a daily maid. That day, she was cleaning the apartment of the ex-governor of New York, George Griffin, in Manhattan. As George lived alone with his wife, and his faithful guardian, John, had died a year earlier, he had decided not to have any more servants. He had retired from politics, and a daily maid cleaned the house twice a week. That was enough, as the couple divided their time between the Manhattan top-floor apartment and their country house in Alaska. Maria hurried into the building, as she was late, and George, who was methodical as ever, didn’t like his staff arriving late. When the elevator stopped at the top floor and the door opened, giving a view of the inside of the living room, Maria could see there was a terrible mess. ‘My God, those damned kids spent the weekend here, look at the state of the place.’ Maria was referring to George’s great-grandchildren, who used to visit him with their parents at the weekends. As she walked down the corridor she saw that the mess was worse than usual. Everything was very quiet, which wasn’t usual, as George always had the television on to follow the news. As she slowly approached the living room she saw that some of the furniture was broken and that chairs were flung upside down. ‘My God, has there been a robbery?’ With every step she took, Maria got more worried. When she got to the middle of the living room, what she saw froze her to the spot. Instinctively she gave a cry which the downstairs neighbor could hear. The ex-governor was lying on the floor with blood all over his body. He was wearing a bath-robe and a pair of Bermuda shorts. The ninety-year-old’s face was disfigured, as if he had been beaten. Maria plucked up her courage and approached George, who was not making a sound. She put her ear to his heart and could not feel it beating. She ran out and called the police.

  ‘Hallo? For the love of God, send an ambulance. Mr. George is all hurt.’

  ‘Take it easy, lady. We’ve identified your address and a police car and an ambulance are on their way. Please, calm down and tell me exactly what happened.’

  ‘It’s Mr. George… I got here and found the house turned upside down. I think he’s dead!’

  ‘You’re saying that Mr. George Griffin is dead?’ The policeman on the line had checked the name of the owner of the apartment on his computer.

  ‘But it wasn�
�t me, I swear! I got here and he was like that,’ said Maria, afraid of being accused of being an illegal immigrant.

  ‘Easy, lady. The police are on their way. If you want to leave the crime scene, wait outside the apartment till they arrive.’

  ‘OK I’ll wait.’

  The police arrived in less than five minutes. An officer confirmed that George was indeed dead. Seconds later a team of paramedics arrived and started the procedure to try to revive George. The basic procedure was unsuccessful and so the paramedics decided to leave the body where it was, until the arrival of the scene of crime experts. As they were dealing with an important person, the police informed the FBI, who arrived some minutes later and sealed off the area. The investigators started to collect evidence and items which might lead to clues.

  As George had been beaten to death the chances of the attacker’s DNA being on his body were good. Charlotte Rowe was the FBI agent on the scene, and she reached down to take out an instrument which was inside a bag attached to her belt. The instrument was a DNA scanner, a novelty which only the FBI used. The scanner was capable of detecting types of DNA on a surface, and if there was more than one type, the percentage of difference between the two as well as whether the DNA was from blood, hair or skin. The apparatus was linked to the FBI central office via internet, and so the result as to who the DNA belonged to was shown instantly on a small liquid crystal screen. The agent scanned the ex-governor’s body carefully. When she finished, in a few seconds the apparatus gave the result:

  Number of DNA samples = 2

  DNA1 – George Griffin

  DNA2 – David Griffin

  When she saw David Griffin’s photo on the screen the agent was astonished.

  ‘My God, it’s not possible!’

  Charlotte was a follower of David’s and she couldn’t believe that he could have battered his own great-grandfather to death. Just as she finished reading out the results on the scanner, the cell phone in her pocket rang.

  ‘Yes, boss.’

  ‘Is the scanning result correct?’ her superior asked, having seen the result in his office.

  ‘We’ve been testing the scanner for several months and it’s never gone wrong. I can do it again to confirm the result, if you like.’

  ‘Do that. When we get the result, if it’s confirmed, we’ll get a warrant for the arrest of the boy.’

  ‘But, sir, don’t you think we should investigate more thoroughly? There are other variables we can analyze.’

  ‘Agent Rowe, are you still in doubt about the result?’ replied the chief, while the agent was scanning George’s body once more. ‘Didn’t I tell you? Same result. How can you explain the boy’s blood on the victim’s body? I’m going to get a warrant and when I have it I’ll let you know. In the meantime try and collect more evidence.’

  ‘Yes, sir. I’ll await your call.’

  An hour later, several armed police officers surrounded the building where David Griffin lived with his grandfather Thomas. While the policemen closed the exits, FBI agents Rowe and Andersen went up the elevator together with two men in uniform. When they reached the floor they knocked at the door of the apartment without giving their names. A few seconds later David opened the apartment door.

  ‘Mr. David Griffin?’ asked Agent Rowe.

  ‘Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?’

  ‘You’re under arrest for the murder of George Griffin. Here is the warrant.’ The agent took David’s arm to handcuff him.

  ‘What? Murder? Of my great-grandfather? You’ve got to be joking,’ replied David, not understanding what was going on.

  ‘Your great-grandfather was found dead a little more than an hour ago, and guess whose DNA we found on his body?’

  ‘It’s impossible. I haven’t been out of the house today,’ answered David, starting to cry for the loss of his great-grandfather. ‘Please let me phone my grandfather.’

  ‘When we get to the FBI you’ll have the right to make a phone call. Now come with us. ‘

  At the FBI headquarters in New York, agent Jeffrey Lee asked them to take the handcuffs off David, so that he could question him. David was miserable and downcast, not because of his imprisonment but because of his great-grandfather’s death. ‘Who would do a thing like that?’

  ‘Mr. Griffin, what have you got to tell me about George Griffin’s death?’

  ‘I don’t know anything. I haven’t left the house today. They didn’t even tell me how he was killed.’

  ‘Your great-grandfather was beaten to death and we found your blood on the victim’s body. When someone is attacked it’s usual for the attacker to leave traces of blood or hair,’ said the agent, looking at David’s hands. ‘But wait, there are no marks on your hand. How’s that possible?’

  ‘I told you, I’ve got nothing to do with this death. They’ve set me up. You’ve got to believe me. Please let me see my grandfather.’

  ‘Unfortunately I can’t.’

  ‘Agent Lee. Come here please.’ A sharp voice came through the loudspeaker in the interrogation room.

  ‘Agent Lee, in case you don’t know, this boy heals people. Don’t you think he’d have the power to heal himself? That’s why there are no marks of aggression on his hands. The wounds must have healed themselves.’

  ‘You’re right. I’d forgotten that detail.’

  ‘Go back in there. Hasn’t he asked to use the telephone?’

  ‘He only asked for his grandfather to be called, but we haven’t been able to locate him yet.’

  ‘And his lawyer?’

  ‘He has given up his right to have a lawyer present.’

  ‘Given up his right? The boy’s crazy. He’s in trouble up to his neck and he still doesn’t want a lawyer?’

  David was interrogated for more than an hour. As the FBI didn’t get a confession out of him, he was taken to a slightly more comfortable cell, for they were dealing with a celebrity who had no prior record. The FBI continued its investigations. They were surprised at David’s attitude, the fact that he didn’t want a lawyer and also that they could find no motive for him to have killed his own great-grandfather. The whole story was very odd. The press had found out that David was in prison and in a few hours there were thousands of people outside the FBI building, with placards demanding David’s release. He knew this could only be the work of his enemies. ‘It’s too much of a coincidence for a set-up like this to be arranged just when the time is near for Satan to be released. Do they think I want to interfere in their plans?’ David lay down to rest a little and to think. ‘I hope they find Grandpa. I’ve got to get out of here and I’ve got to see great-grandpa.’

  CHAPTER 37

  Switzerland, CERN Laboratory, 21st December 2012

  Benjamin Uggae and his son Adolf got together a team of physicists, scientists and other people they trusted who worked at CERN, the European Organization for Nuclear Research, in order to start up the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) in a discreet way, so that the press wouldn’t know. As Benjamin was one of the heads of the Bilderberg Club it wasn’t difficult for him to convince the political leaders of various countries, who were involved in the project to open the gateway to Enlil´s dimension, to authorize the utilization of the particle accelerator. Benjamin also convinced them to keep quiet about the test to be carried out right on the eve of the holiday season. He personally saw to it that all the people involved in the test were in some way linked to his order. At least thirty people, members of the thirteen families who made up the leadership of the Illuminati, were there to witness the great event which would bring Satan back to this dimension. With him there would come leaders of the alien race known on earth as the Greys, his companions in exile and the architects of the plan that had been designed to free them all. Also at CERN were three representatives of the Grey race who had taken human form. In fact what they did was to send a telepathic message to all those around them that they should perceive them as humans, but their appearance didn’t change. However the stratagem
only worked in places where few people were gathered, otherwise too much telepathic energy would be required.

  For many years Benjamin and all the Illuminati had been planning for this day. Billions of dollars had been invested, many wars and many deaths had occurred, for them to reach this level of technological evolution. Many hundred of years of investment and of alien intervention had been needed for mankind to be able to develop a machine which could open a gateway between two parallel dimensions, and bring back to the earthly dimension one of the most feared and hated beings of all the planet’s history. Satan, as Enlil was known, was ready to return to earth. It would be a day for much rejoicing among all the members of the Illuminati, for they knew that their efforts would be recognized and that Satan would reward them with the secret of eternal life, known to few races in the universe.

  Enlil and the leaders of the Greys, while in exile, had built a machine which could absorb the neutrinos emitted by the solar maximum, concentrate them and then use the energy acquired to help open the gateway between the two dimensions. What they were about to do was based on the same principle as intergalactic travel, whereby a fold in the universe had to be created to permit a short cut between two points. Now with a little more energy they had succeeded in making a small black hole, three feet high and three feet across, linking two parallel dimensions. The calculations and the actions on both sides had to be exact and totally synchronized, or there would be a catastrophe. If anything went wrong, earth would be sucked into the black hole and totally destroyed, as had happened in similar experiments in other galaxies. Fortunately the Greys had mastered the technique, and the experiment had only taken so long because where they were, their leaders did not have either technology or energy sufficient to assist in the creation of the gateway. It had taken centuries of solar maxima to accumulate the energy they needed.