MOBIUS INSIGHT ©

By Allen D. Furford

CHAPTER 9

The climate settled down which helped tremendously, and more Anunnaki, (from the line of Anu) arrived on Earth, one of which was Ea's half-sister and wife. She was known as the Chief Medical Officer Ninhursag. The Igigi, the ships special crews, remained in orbit to keep watch over those below. Ea was in sole command as Enlil went back to his ambitious court intrigues and as sea mining production, which was a maximized constant, faltered in delivery of gold because of ship losses, the council began to pressure Anu about atmospheric stabilization schedules.

Enlil was quick to convince the council that another more direct method could be employed, and that was direct mining practices. Of course that would mean much larger facilities and a work force. The scope of the job was too much for his brother alone...

Alalu had been permitted to return home to Nibiru, full well knowing his grandson Khumarbi was at large. He was to pass on before knowing what the future held for his lineage, though he knew what his grandson was up to just due to the fact he had helped in the planning of a future coup.

Anu suspected as much...

Anu made a decision, and for the first time in his life he left the planet Nibiru to travel to Earth. It was a real eye opener for him, from the problems of the Igigi to the problems of his own family on the surface of the planet to be called Earth. The problems were recognized officially and steps were taken to solve them. The council had requested a drawing of lots between Anu's two sons, Ea and Enlil, to decide who would control the spaceport and who would control the mines below the Equator, which also meant the seas. Enlil won control of the Earth when he drew the lot of the new spaceport.

A council system was set up for Earth, something Enlil had not counted on. Though it was a hollow victory for the young Offworlder, president had been set...

When Anu's ship lifted into parking orbit to transfer him off to his mother ship, Khumarbi struck in a vessel armed with lasers. Though Anu's ship was damaged, he was saved by Enlil who was in command of an escort vessel. The attacking vessel, also badly damaged, escaped. Enlil had become an instant hero in the eyes of the council.

Ship after ship of lessor Anunnuki began to arrive as seven functional facilities were set up to receive ships and supplies, to receive rich ore by sea, and keep track of the weather and other details. Some were volunteers, and others were of the least desirable types from the planet Nibiru. Orbiters were manned by the Igigi above the earth, taking care of the shuttles and reloading the raw goods to transport ships. Approximately 15 orbits of the outer planet around the sun had passed. The Earth had traveled around the sun almost 50000 times...

The great Earth adventure had turned into just plain dirty work, and as the miners grumbled, the Igigi also were getting tired of being worked too hard. Last but not least was the specter of accidental death, which meant the Offworlders spirit was stuck on Earth if the body could not be stabilized in time. After all, this was the universal law governed from the other plane by the Great Creator of All, also known as the Great Spirit, as all good Anunnuki knew. There soon were no more volunteers from Nibiru, just conscripts who were tired of all the politics.

On the other side of Earth was the hidden Khumarbi faction representing the line of Alalu. They worked secretly and swayed the Igigi in orbit to revolt. By modern Earth standards this would take place approximately 380,000 years before present time.

Enlil, with his shuttle ships, quelled the revolt and was a hero for saving the Earth from the old political Nibiruian structure. The Earth was littered with the fallen ships of the foe.

This act kept the miners and support Anunnuki from open rebellion, and assured 22 more Nibiruian orbits before outright fighting broke out on the Earth. Enlil had pushed the colonists too hard to further his own ambitions...

Anu again came to Earth to listen to the local council, and sided with the miners after verifying that communications had been received recording the grievances for years. This further upset Enlil who had ordered that he alone had access to all transmissions, and found that his try for censorship had failed.

Ea suggested they create a primitive worker to remove the burden of the heavier labor from the Offworlders. The council voted in favor, and the genetic manipulation of the planet Earth began. Forty one shar had passed by this time. Ea and Enlil had practically grown up on the third planet from the sun.

The first prototype workers were created using the current model ape women as artificial wombs for the implants. Archaic Homo Sapiens began to diminish as an imbalance was created with the capturing of the mass quantities of female breeders.

Archaic man had learned previously to avoid the Offworlders, but now it became a necessity for them. These new creatures that flew on top of shining noisy birds were deemed dangerous, especially on the open grasslands where hiding places were limited. They found refuge in the mountain caves but there were more losses from the huge cave bears and saber tooth lions that had to be evicted first...

The Old One put his fingers to his lips and motioned them over. From his shirt pocket he took out what appeared to be a transistor radio and quickly pointed one end at each one of them, and then at the pile of gear the government had provided from a list they had previously compiled. All the bugs that had been liberally planted by the Internal Security Agency went dead, including the ones planted in Gay when she had the child...

The child was peacefully sleeping in the backpack carrier as the still silent group ascended the beach trail up the cliffs and started inland, looking for a grotto that David knew about. They almost missed the entrance because of the brush growth.

David put down his pack. "This it..."

George looked around at the soot darkened hole. "This hasn't been used in years. Now what?"

"We dig... right over there. Even the Mossad is not aware of my personal little cache." David took out a military entrenching tool and walked to the spot he had indicated. Ten minutes later they had cleared a hole exposing sealed P.V.C. canisters. The plastic tubes were full of additional supplies, clothing and small arms.

David grinned as he inspected the goods. "All intact and in excellent shape. It's time for the hair dye..."

The Old One watched as David faded into the distant hillside, and then turned back into the grotto where Gay was breast feeding the child. The others were napping off in a corner, getting ready for the night watch. He sat next to his wife and gazed down at the nursing child. Another son, he thought. Maybe this one would survive long enough to simply die of old age...

Doc awoke with a start and crawled from his sleeping bag. As he pulled his clothes on he was thinking about the days to come. David was scheduled to return at any time, hopefully with all the arrangements taken care of. Picking up his Uzi the surgeon walked out of the entrance to relieve Miles from the watch.

"Any activity?", he asked the engineer.

"Nothing... not even a stray goat. It will be daylight in an hour and the country is pretty rough. All we need is for David to break a damn leg or worse."

Doc sat down and waited for his eyes to fully adjust to the twilight. "Quit worrying, Miles. I just spotted our boy now..." He pointed up the hillside.

David came into camp within minutes and gave the others the thumbs up sign. "We pulled it off and it wasn't easy... Athens was crawling with agents. Our pickup is scheduled tonight at ten on the beach."

Three transfers took place before they pulled a vanishing act, and hid in a smuggling locker on a fishing freighter. The smells were interesting...

Miles watched Doc gag one more time in the porta-potty toilet, then snorted as he asked, "Now how can you cut a man's guts up and work covered up to your shoulders covered with blood, and let one little old dead rat bother you?"

Doc wiped his nose. "Good grief, Miles. The damn thing has been dead at least two weeks! What kind of stomach do you have anyway?"

"Now Doc, we had a cook once that could curry anything, and did...Doc..Gee Doc! You are really sick!"

As the pressure of pursuit diminished, their sense of humor had returned...

David yawned. "Right, Vadim. The rest of the money in gold is waiting in an account in Tel Aviv. The boat has to disappear, and that has been made very clear to the captain and mate. For the love of God don't mention my name..."

Vadim just looked at the Jew. "You saved our families when things were very bad over here. You gave us hope and employment but we have not seen you... trouble is your middle name."

"Good man... now if you can just keep this piece of junk on the road..." David looked out the side window and could see nothing but a canyon moving by.

Vadim merely grunted and chewed his gum harder. "There is no road here! This is an old goat track my father and I used to hike. The bad part is ahead about three kilometers."

David turned and looked at the others sleeping in back. "We won't tell them..."

The Old One shrugged. "I told you everything I knew for certain, not what I idly thought nor any rumors I may have heard. There are some things that I suspect though. First of all, the Great Flood actually took place 200,000 years ago, give or take a few thousand years by your time. What I am about to say troubles me greatly..."

"let me guess. There is more than one "Creation" for man."

"That is part of it, and these creations you speak of were for the most part island cultures."

Miles prodded the fire with a stick and watched the sparks jump skyward to die. "Like Atlantis?"

O. O. shrugged his shoulders. "The old earth stations were wiped out. Supplies were gone, ore carriers sunk and implements used in agriculture as well as mining buried by mud. I guess it all comes down to the definition of how you would describe a world. That Camp David we were at could be considered a world in its own right."

"It looks like a play on definitions again..."

"What else could it be but your present eyes trying to see what mine saw in the past. Your desert areas in the southwest were not desert fifty thousand years ago, nor did the area you call the Florida Keys and the Bahamas exist in present form. As the ice ages came and went, land changed from mainland to islands and back again, deserts to fertile valleys with water only to dry up and wither into deserts again, all in a few thousand years."

Doc came back to the fire and sat down. "Well, I see Miles is still pumping for information right to the bitter end."

Miles nodded. "It ain't over until it's over..."

Doc leaned back and sighed. "First were the gods who fought their battles in the heavens and on Earth or at least in our skies. Then man was created as a worker who turned worshiper, and some god liked the idea so much he tried to destroy the new creation. Failing that, he decided just to let man destroy himself from time to time. That is where I am at..."

The Old One got up from the fire and moved to his bedding after checking on the woman and child in their small sheltering tent. Taking something from his belongings, he strode back to the fire and sat down, handing the object to Doc.

"What is this? It looks like a metal disc with a jewel in the center on a leather thong."

"Throw it in the fire," O. O. softly ordered and watched the tall man comply. "You will note the leather does not burn, nor does the metal appear to glow with heat. What is the crystal doing?"

Miles and Doc studied the item laying on the red hot coals. Miles looked up. "It seems to be pulsing intense light."

"Very good. Actually it is sending a signal to the stars, entirely heat activated. That disk was given to me by Ea, or Enki if you prefer that name. He had brought it from his world, a keepsake from a nameless time in his own history, old when he dug it from the ground of his home planet. He told me his people thought it had come from the galactic center. There is no assigned age to the piece."

The Old One leaned forward and plucked the object from the coals, closing his hand over both the thong and the disk. It was obvious the object would not burn him as it held no heat. "It was said to have come from the gods, gods, god... or so the story goes, and Ea considered that story a fable."

"What was their religion like, or did they have one," Miles asked.

"They had one but it was more lip service until any accident happened that was so bad that they could not restore life. Then you would see a simple ritual and cremation, followed by a very depressed time for those still present. It was a grim reminder that they might have been long lived, but even for them there was a physical end in this dimension and a recycling or reincarnation as you would put it, which might not be so good for some of them."

"Fear of sin...?"

"What you call "sin" is far too broad based to use the word in your manner. The old Nephilim had their own rules and laws, and stuck to them far better than what man has done with his."

"Old Nephilim?"

"The originals... looking at it from my standpoint."

Miles chewed on a twig as thoughts revolved in his mind. The Old One was still beating his way around a bush, the engineer decided. What was it he just could not bring himself to state simply to them? What worried the man so much? What had he withheld from the President and the others at the Camp David symposium? A sudden thought struck the engineer. "There is a larger picture they do not wish us to know about! It does not make any sense unless.."

"We are the Nephilim," Doc suddenly interjected.

The Old One sighed again as he got to his feet. "We were made in the Offworld image, both physically and spiritually, right down to the last cell. They are no more than us, and we are no more or less them. We are the Phoenix always rising from our ashes, and our legacy is far more ancient than this solar system. Many Offworlders fell on this planet through the millennium and all needed a being to convey the recycled spirit until it could reach a higher dimension. The animal you call man is gone forever. In his place reigns the Hu-man and his mate, Wo-man. The offspring from the two provide the vessel which carries the life spirits of the universe, good or bad. This was the largest scientific break through which had ever occurred in all known galactic species history. Call us in the flesh the "Universal Bridge of Souls", the common denominator of all higher life. The original method could never be duplicated though it was tried many times afterward by a group put together secretly upon Enlil's orders.

Rumor circulated from the Nephilim that the hand of the real Creator was involved, as well as the advanced science from Ea and his wife. Ea told me as much himself. This was why he would not allow man to perish upon his brother's orders, for he could not duplicate what he had done. After the flood Anu himself said there would be no more of this type of behavior from Enlil or any of the Nibiruians as you call them. I personally feel we are still being experimentally modified to accept even more of the spiritual forms present in the universe from other sources outside of own solar system. There are at the very least four other life forms which have space flight that we know of. The video tapes shown at the symposium, plus testimony from those bonified close encounters of the third kind, as you moderns call them, merely verify electronically what we already knew thousands of years ago."

"The universe ia a large place," Miles softly noted.

Doc shook his head. "Hard to prove..."

The Old One called out from the darkness as he was laying down. "It should make it easy then to merely disprove me..."

David pointed at a rock outcrop to the east of them. "Goats..."

Miles scanned the area with his glasses. "Wild ones. A few marmots around, a few birds, all chirping at that, and nothing running for cover. Another secure camp, my friend."

"Looks that way, at least for now. George and I could not help overhearing your conversation last night with our friend from the past, Miles. It has been somewhat on my mind all day."

Miles turned to the Israeli. "A lot of it makes sense..."

"I have some more information along those lines. Let's get the water on and kick it around."

"Sounds good to me, but why did you wait so long to say something?"

"I felt it was just more fables or myths at the time. I am not so sure anymore. I heard about it by way of a friend at the Language Institute..."

Miles stirred in the chipped beef into the boiling water and took the pot off the campfire. The beef would swell considerably in the next few minutes. "...so this guy brought your buddy all these "secret ancient manuscripts" to decipher by the big computer."

David leaned back against some sand rock. "They were copies, of course. The carbon dating and other tests showed them to be about 200 years old. The original writing was evidentially Phonecian, and the scribe took great pains at the end of the manuscript to explain where he had gotten the original he had copied from, and what he knew about the subject."

Miles looked up. "Sumerian...?"

"No... Egyptian. First Dynasty in fact. A travelogue would best describe it."

They were interrupted as the others came slowly into view on the trail below them. By the time the conversation was resumed, darkness had fallen and all were enjoying the very pleasant evening.

Gay had entertained them earlier with stories from the ships she had traveled on, fleshing in the hopes and dreams of those who were going to the new world for a new start. Suddenly the Offworlders were very real to them, immigrants they could understand. She ended her story when they landed on their island, and proceeded with their indoctrination.

George had listened very carefully and turned to the Old One. "I thought Eridu was the landing center."

"Gay came after the Flood..."

"So the gods never left..."

O. O. looked at George and quizzically smiled before replying. "They never said they were going to leave. The merely said they were not going to maintain and govern Earth from their planet. That was up to us. They wanted a trade commitment for certain heavier elements at our disposal, which silver and gold were agreed upon. In short, the artificial technologies in food and machinery would no longer be in effect. Civilization would have to be built from the ground up, a proper foundation so to speak, rather than from the impossibility of the "top down" philosophy that fell apart at every natural geological disaster."

George nodded his head in agreement. "Civilization begins with an over abundance of food. A consistency of diet comes after the immediate concerns of clothing and shelter. On land the plant world was the obvious choice as game animals were unreliable. There is only one exception to the land requirements and that was the Sea People."

Mile looked up. "They had their problems, George. It is tough to fish when the weather is rough. Hook cultures had to evolve to the net.."

"True, but in general the coastal communities fared far better than some of the interior counterparts. Where were the oldest cities founded, Miles. Tyre, Sidon, and those like it. Low water or high water, before the ice age and after, the result will be the same."

Mile was thoughtful for a second, then laughed. "Sorry... it just came to me. I had a fellow that sailed with me once, a guy from Montana that had never been to sea before. He stuck it out, but when he was finished and left the ship, his parting words to me were, "Chief, this world has only two types of people in it. Land People and Sea People... and I am Land People. If you ever get to Montana, look me up. Trade your skiff for something reasonable like a horse. At least they don't buck all the time."

Everyone laughed at that one.

Miles pointed at David. "I think David has an interesting story to finish for me."

David's smile lit up in the campfire. "I just somehow knew you were going to bring it up. I was telling Miles about this old manuscript that had come our way..."

As the last embers were burning down, the Israeli told his story.

"...so from these two fabulous cultures our decendents have risen again, this time armed with the atomic fire we will destroy ourselves with."

George idly glanced over at David. "What happened to the report?"

"I don't really know. I think the Orthodox council got it."

"Knowledge is power, David. Religions erode from the weather of truth. You will never see that report published, and you would not see it even if you were not laboring under the present circumstances."

David nodded in agreement.

Miles cleared his throat and stood up, feeling his knees creak in protest. "Oh isn't this a lovely situation! Two islands, Atlantis and Lumuria, occupied by Nephilim descendants who maintained flight and space capabilities until the last ship failed. Islands that gave us second and third generation Earth gods who fought among themselves for power, as they had want for nothing else. The rest of the world existing in awe of these advanced men until mother nature with the help of the planet Nibiru, forced them to join the real world after the sea took back their homes from them. The real cultures that brought man out of the dirt. The best of the best and the worst of the worst..."

Doc glanced at his friend. "Take it easy, Miles..."

"Take it easy! I have met the enemy and it is me!"

George was the last to go to bed. He was still laughing as he crawled into his sleeping bag, then it hit him. They were all laughing again and there was nothing to laugh about. Laughter was mankind's true secret weapon against adversity...

It was still a two day hike from the new drop off point,and they all took turns carrying the baby. It was quite a relief to reach their goal unobserved.

Niacson nodded his head. "You played it right. You will still be president, and so will I. Europe needs me, especially with the Omega computer system down. Our problem children are still a problem. I should have revealed myself to you sooner, and we could have avoided this. They slipped through our fingers in Greece, again."

"We have the Delos machine, so they will find it very difficult to go to ground too long. They will have to move soon and this will lead us to the last place."

Niacson shook his head. "Don't underestimate them the way I did. We found something in Delos that is very interesting. Ezra's 24 missing volumes, or at least a copy of them. They seem to be a coded form of linear B and glyphs...It would take a good Minoan to read it. The machine is still not giving us everything we want. There are no locations, for example. Somehow they were erased."

The President just looked at him. "How about a good Greek scholar that could translate Hurrian? How about the time of the golden age of Greece?"

Niacson coldly smiled. "It fits... I think we have what we need, if we can translate it. The important thing is that the knowledge is in our hands, like the other bits and pieces we are trying to keep under wraps. Make sure the Hubble telescope keeps it's schedule scanning in the wrong direction."

"The NSA people gave them the word in Maryland yesterday. The group that had the 30 to 15 degree viewing skew off Jupiter have been pushed back again. That will by us more time..."

O.O. looked over and slightly smiled. "Some things never change, Miles. An engineer hates to see a machine running badly. What do you do when and engine is about to fail?"

"Shut it down and fix it...rebuild it if needed."

"Merely consider what is about to happen is just an overhaul. The machine has to be taken apart to fix it. There is a lot of peace in that thought approach."

"Maybe, but the loss of life..."

"Have faith in the Spiritual Side, for that is the true life. When we had accidents, those some call gods would work hard to restore life to the dead, but even their technology had its limits. Those that they restored were only partially intact and it seems the missing portion was the spirit. More than one of the gods are buried on this world. They told us over and over again true immortality was not physical, but spiritual. They knew their own limits."

"If Niacson and his people find us, we are going to find out about the spiritual side soon enough!"

The Old One chuckled. "They won't find us and we are not quite that important to them, now. Everything will be deeply sealed in here from whatever is going to come."

Doc glanced back at the cave and saw the others signal him to enter. All the time they thought they were getting closer to the answers they sought, they had missed the obvious. The Old One had straightened them out. The group at the tunnel entrance motioned to him again and he started toward them. It was time...

"We will not use the chamber you found me in, for we have a little time that I did not have before. We have to dig into the one blocked with sand.", The Old One stated.

After hours of moving earth, they suddenly hit metal. David adjusted the light and crawled out backward to tellthe others. "We have uncovered a door, but it takes a special key!"

The Old One looked up and held out his hand to Gay. Reaching between her breasts, his wife pulled out an odd triangle shaped metal piece hanging from a gold chain, something all had thought to be jewelry, and dropped it into his hand.

O.O. looked at them and held out his hand. "Who would like the honor?", he softly stated...

George slid into the tunnel they had dug and moved forward. He had wanted to find Eden, and he did. The entire Earth was the Garden of Eden, and Eden itself could only be the Planet of the Crossing, last known as Marduk. The cattle mutilations should have tipped them off sooner. It was a harvest! The glands and blood were needed by the Nephilim for life support purposes, and this is why they introduced cattle and cultivated Earth in the first place. Miles had mentioned a friend of his who flew the South Pacific, and had witnessed a saucer harvesting sea life from an atoll.

The old manuscripts talked about the twelve cycles of Earth before a renewal. Ezra was informed the planet was on cycle 9.5 during the time of Cyrus, just previous to the age of Alexander the Great. A cycle according to the Greek historians was 3600 years, a fact confirmed by the latest Sumerologists. Like any other farm or garden, there was a resting or winter period, and all crops did not grow at the same time. The Bible also called for a spiritual harvest in the final end, and Ezra defined that also. He should have guessed the whole set-up before...

George's hand shook as he reached forward to insert the key. All of his life he was waiting for a moment like this. What treasures was he about to reveal? Would this be as good a find as Tut? O.O. would not explain a thing about the place. He just kept saying "One picture is a thousand words..." The key slid in and there was a slight vibration. The door slid open sideways...

Miles waited as each of the others crawled into the tunnel and thought of the time factors. If one looked at Ezra's figures, and used the Sumerian shar for measurement, every half of a cycle would be 1800 years. Other religions called for a 3000 year cycle, and that would be 1500 years.

The time of Cyrus was around about 550 B.C. and he supposedly was consorting with Yahweh, he reflected as he started into the tunnel, and if the cycle actually started from the farthest point out for the orbit of the Shining Planet, it was due any time now...for they would be entering the "Spring" period for their system, or ending their winter, depending upon viewpoint.

With the gods' technology, they could really come and go as they pleased, but the planet was on a schedule. Even O.O. could not translate all the data, and neither could Gay. The Hubble observations were still inconclusive... Miles shook his head. It served no purpose to continue thinking about the Planet of the Crossing. None of them would be present to witness it. He saw a light in front of him and made ready to enter the new chamber.

Miles was amazed. There was row upon row of capsules stacked on top of one another. Some were large and one section had very small ones but they all had one thing in common. They were functioning. He turned to O.O.

"This is all that is left of my people and the animal species preserved by us for the future, Miles. Our "Ace in the Hole", so to speak. Your late Mr. Zebreski would call it a clearing house of perfect genetic "stock". Think of it as the "Big" Ark of the Covenant, or a lifeboat. There is much more of it than what you see around you, but it is well sectioned and sealed so this area will have to satisfy your curiosity for now."

"God! It's huge!" It looks like a big dome cargo hold... hell! It is a ship's cargo hold! There is some kind of elevator to the next level...and very well sealed at that."

George looked into a closed capsule. "Miniatures! These are scaled down versions! There must be a herd of cattle in this one."

"It saves a lot of room, and they attain their full size very quickly when released in the Earth's climate. The mass has been compressed. The Nephilim transported things from Eden that way. Only the stasis capsule holding people are full size. There are a few empties left, more than enough for us. Enough of this. We have work to do if we are to start a new life..."

George was first as O.O. looked down at him. "Any last questions, teacher?"

"Just one...just where is the first city located, anyway? In all the time we have been together, I forgot to ask..." "It's underwater in what you call the Black Sea. It will not be seen again until the next ice age. Who knows? Maybe you will be the one to excavate it."

George smiled as the lid closed and the vapors rose around him. His last thoughts were of more work ahead of him.

David looked into the Old Ones Eyes. "My people, will they make it?"

"Rest easy, David. The Creator always keeps his word and your people have a binding contract..."

David suddenly thought he could sleep forever. A tremendous burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Sometime the Ark would surface again...

O.O. reached for the cover on Doc's chamber and watched the tall lanky man settle in. "O.K.?"

"I just fit. O.O., will I get the chance to meet Jesus when I awake? Will he be around? I know it sounds silly..."

"Doc, I can't answer that question, because it may not be His time when we come out of stasis. You may rest assured you will at sometime, though. All of us will. In case you

are interested, I too am waiting for God's peace, and have been for a long while. What He offers is my only hope. Physical immortality on this planet has many drawbacks. Sleep well..."

The loss of his niece had been a shock. He had not expected Hesphaes Niacson to go so far, but then he had not realized the scope of the problem before him, either.

What had the Old One said when he had asked him what he would do under the circumstances? Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes and remembered the conversation.

".... your problem is not as complicated as you make it to be, Mr. President. You must treat this cycle as a farmer does when he knows the season will be a disaster. No matter what, you must save some seed for the next planting. You have six billion seeds to chose from... and how large is the vessel you can hold them in?"

The president looked down at the last sheet of paper on his desk, the sheet he had hidden from Miles when the sailor first told him the story...

NATIONAL ARCHIVES 1990

MAN'S EARLIEST RECORDED HISTORY

SOURCE: CAMP DAVID (Priority: by Presidential Order Only)

The Ships of the Heavens were far; the ships of the Earth were few, the Igigi full up. They would ascend to Heaven by Rank...

The council had seated and voted; Man stayed on Earth... Chief Enki and the Birth Goddess, pleaded the plight of Man. Their work should not to be undone..

Enlil pointed out Man's numbers; the inter-breeding and regression of the young gods; that the ships were full.. "I declare secrecy to avoid panic as we ascend to Anu."

Man has survived before...

Enki broke the silence of the gods; instructed us to build a lifeboat. It was to be specially crewed; to carry the seeds of life.. An Ark it would be called; the Engineer and Captain well trained...

For seven periods we built the ship; the labor of many Men of Skills; Lessor gods, keeping the secrecy profound by truth. Enlil was sending us to the Ab.Zu, the land below the Divider of Stars. In shrieking wind and thunder the Old Ships left, balanced on their Copper Lances; the last there was to ascend...

We battened the hatches and waited for the Sea; the angry darkness across the land. The moon was the color of blood; the air was charged with lightening flashes. The water swiftly came...

The gods looked down from the heavens and cried at their work undone. Enki lost transmission, for the air was arcing while the Storm Gods were raging in the skies. It was worse than Destiny decreed; the ice holding back the water; Enki's meeting place submerged as the year went by.

Anu was on his way toward his men... Their food would be too little.. for on Earth, hidden provisions lost with all... In water that was too large. In water that was too deep. In water that was too rough..

The Gods gave Earth to man; for man had shared the food. Agreeing to gold and silver for the Earth, the fruits of life would be shared with the Lofty Gods. Kingship would pass down; this time man would govern. The Creative Race would watch...

Oh yea lofty gods, bringing Hope and Doom. We are in Flesh and Spirit; our numbers are too many, our ships will be too few when the cycle shall repeat. Tell the creators to prepare, for the Crossing to the Spirit, of numbers in the multitudes. Cleansed by the mountains of fire; washed by the surge of the Seas...

In periods of 3600 You come to move us about the Earth; on a schedule which leaves Man and gods with tears. Some to ascend to Heaven; some to make The Crossing; some to replenish the Earth...

Man being born into Sin and the Moon so called for its cycle. The cycle for Man and gods the same as likened to the phases of Sin, the Moon. All incaptured by the Sun...

The Knowing of the Cycle given... From Forbidden Fruit; Seekers of Knowledge, the Serpents in the Garden, the savior of the flesh of Man, Firegiver ENKI...

Listen to me... Read my burnished words; carry my knowledge far. Sing my words in song; use my words in chant, scratch my symbols in the stone. Struggle from the mud, and sit at Heaven's Gate... waiting for your chance to seed the many stars.

I carried the seeds of Knowledge; passed from Enki; Adam and Cain. I saved the gift of Knowing... Your clock was set with stars, the cycle; Constellation of the Lion. Oh man saved by Enki's crew; Sailors Heaven trained, they steered the ship to solid ground.

My reward for saving of the gods was sanctuary, then immortality and residence Above; leaving Earth behind; to walk within the City of Peace, and fly where Eagle Sailors dare... with the sons of Babylon....

From the Gateway of the Gods...

Above all, knowledge had to be saved, for mankind would be rebuilding again. There would be a New World Order, all right... and Kingship was said to be lowered from the Planet of the Crossing.

He looked around the little room and thought of the power it had seen. The world's most powerful man does not reside in this office, he thought, nor possibly on this planet...

The Old One looked at a monitor on the panel. "He had what you call cancer, Miles. Doc was very sick and the machine corrected the problem. Like George he will be well and younger physically when he wakes up."

"So that is why he was so intent on religion! He knew all the time and didn't say a word!..."

"I sensed it from the first time we met."

"What is this "younger" thing your speaking of?"

"This unit is not quite like the others two you have seen, and can turn back the physical clock to some extent. I can only get back to forty. You can wake up at thirty if you desire..."

Miles thought for a moment. "Make it thirty six..."

O.O. smiled. "It must have been a good year for you. Consider it done..."

With tears in his eyes, the most powerful man in the world stared at the final sheet of paper before him and sat slumped in his chair, the words of the prophets searing his mind...

there shall be no light...uncommonly shall it freeze.

And there shall be one day, known to the Lord,

which shall be neither day nor night,

when at eve-time there shall be light.

the Sun and Moon shall be darkened,

the stars shall withdraw their radiance;

the Sun shall be turned into darkness,

and the Moon shall be red as blood...

the Lord of the skies shall judge among the nations

and shall rebuke many peoples.

They shall beat their swords into plowshares

and their spears into pruning hooks;

and nation shall not lift sword against nation...."

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