Earth Day – June 12th, 2012 – Time does not exist here
Babalon
Galactic Federation Headquarters
Unless this Council has forgotten, I am not obligated to follow any of your suggestions.” Enlil, Commander of the war like race called the Anunnaki, allowed his reptilian eyes to travel over every form within the chamber. His nine foot tall body was draped in a simmering red material that covered his tough, dark green scaly skin. A pair of short, black wings were tucked in against his back, and his head was reptile shaped with a serpent like tongue and razor sharp teeth.
Beyond the Milky Way Galaxy sat Babalon, a great oval ship whose flawless metallic surface gleamed against the backdrop of space. Twelve races had agreed to come together to discuss matters of importance. Many other races existed in the Cosmos, and often visited Babalon but choose not to take part in any formal proceedings. The twelve races had decided to call it themselves the Galactic Federation. Lately, the Federation’s topics revolved primarily around the planet Earth. The twelve representatives from each race sat in a circular chamber, the ceiling exposing the beauty of space. In the center of the room was a wide black pedestal made from the rock of Jupiter’s moon Callisto. On top of the pedestal sat a small pyramid carved out of alexandrite, with a glowing cerulean rock forming its capstone. Twelve, high backed quartz crystal chairs circled the pedestal.
“Enlil, you fight against forces you cannot stop,” Thoth warned. On his home planet Sirus, Thoth was called a Dominous Gnosis, a master of many forms of knowledge. As correctly depicted by the Egyptians that he had taught hieroglyphics too, he was a creature with the body of a human, and the head of isbis. He and other Sirians had traveled to Earth in the past to share and expand their knowledge.
“You fight for no reason. Let them go brother,” Archangel Michael said. He too closely resembled that of a human except he stretched a good eight feet in height, and his physical form was a perfect harmony of glowing skin and taut, sinewy muscle. His gleaming purple eyes carried a deep wisdom, compassion, and fiery spirit. That spirit became quite apparent when in battle, for the white wings that were currently tucked in against this back set ablaze when he was called to defend what he and the rest of his race called Angels believed to be a just cause.
Enlil struggled to control his impatience and his temper. “I cannot believe what I am hearing. The last time this council even discussed bringing the full power of creation into form not only did we lose an entire planet, but it was my home that suffered the repercussions. Now, you seek to allow it again? And with man?” He all but sneered. “I will not.”
Beside Enlil sat a member of one race that sided with him. The being had a small, thin body, but a very large, oblong shaped head, with no protruding features. Its eyes were oval shape, lidless, and pure black. It wore no garments, and sat with its long, thin gray fingers wrapped around the armrest. On Earth they were called Grays, their actual race name was Zeta’s from several stars within the Orion Constellation. The Zeta did not speak, but would nod in agreement with Enlil on occasion.
“Nibiru is not the home of the Anunnaki’s. You chose to leave Sirus. If you would calm your war like ways, and find some balance within the Gnostics would vote for your return,” Thoth said. The Sirians were on a constant quest for knowledge. The Gnostics were their High council, the smartest members of their society and made all the Governing decisions.
“We no longer have any need of your planet of thinkers who take no action, Thoth.” Enlil snapped.
“You cannot prevent it Enlil.” The soft-spoken voice echoed out gently from the being of blue light that hovered above its seat. It came from the Pleiades and had no form, except when it chose to make one, and that was usually only when it came to Earth. The Pleiadians as they were called were made of pure light, often of varying colors. “They have raised their vibration to levels that have far surpassed what we expected of them. The Source will not be denied.”
“The Source. The Source. You speak of this being as if they are all powerful,” Enlil spat.
“Something made you brother; us, your home, ours.” Amusement shone clearly on Michaels’ face. “This ship.”
“Then it may choose another planet on which to conduct its science experiments. We will not relinquish our control on Earth.” Enlil slapped his claw like hand on the arm of his chair for emphasis.
“How do you think you will stop it Enlil?” The voice boomed in the chamber. It came from the Draconika. His name was Anataboga, a gigantic winged beast, whose long scaly tail was draped over the chair he was entirely too big to fit in. He was stretched out beside his chair, his back legs that were much longer than his front ones curled underneath him. One short three clawed hand occasionally drummed on the stone floor, and his massive head rested in the other. Every time he spoke a small cloud of smoke left his jaws. Centuries upon centuries ago, the Draconika had ended up on planet Earth after being banished there by a race of Sorcerers that had taken over their planet, Tiamat. With the assistance of the Sirians, they were able to find their way back home, and retake their planet.
“A matter I will not discuss with you Draconika.” Enlil looked over at the huge beast, whose body nearly took up one half of the chamber. “I put faith in no God, but the intelligence and strength of my race. And that will prevail.” He rose from his seat. “And may I remind this council that any interference in the plans on Earth, will be considered an act of war against my race.” He looked pointedly at Michael as he said it.
“As you know Enlil, per our peace treaty, we may assist the humans when they call for us,” Michael said evenly.
“Yes, when they are scared of the dark they have created. But you may not interfer in our plans.” Enlil shot him a hate filled glare.
Michael sighed. “I truly wish you would reconsider this course of action, Enlil.”
Ignoring Michael, Enlil waved his hand in a gesture of finality. “Council, this topic is closed. May your travels be safe.” He laced his claws together, gave a short bow and a moment later his form faded from the room. The Zeta said his good-byes telepathically to the remaining members of the council and disappeared too.
When Enlil had gone, another Anunnaki emerged from the shadows behind Anataboga’s chair. A cane made from the trees of Earth was held in his leathery palm, and it supported his slow movement. A glowing white robe adorned his frame, coming all the way to the floor and covering his tail. A black sash was draped over his shoulders and touched the ground as well. “He gets his stubborn nature from his mother.” The Council chuckled and Anu continued. “I apologize for my sons’ rudeness. He carries much fear.”
“Do not apologize Anu. We understand. It will be a good lesson for him,” The Pleiadian said.
“There is some concern that he may slow things down though,” Michael said.
“If my son succeeds, then he was meant to. I remain an observer to these games, Council. It is my son Enki who has chosen to be his brother’s opposition.”
“I agree. This duality will end soon, one way or the other. If the experiment is meant to happen as we believe, then at the time of Galactic Alignment it will,” Anataboga said.
There was a murmur of agreement around the room. Michael sat in silence for a moment then nodded, “Very well. My people and I will continue to protect them when they call from the darkness then unknowingly create.”
“We will help as we can as well,” The Pleiadian said softly.
“I have done all I will do for them,” Thoth said. The other races also agreed for now, to do nothing but observe.
After discussing other mundane matters concerning the galaxies, and the great Interdimensional Traveling Vessel Races, the Galactic Federation adjourned.
June 12th, 2012 10:00 AM
Alcyone Island
Dion Corporation Headquarters
“This arrangement was dependent upon you staying close to Simone.” Dominic Terenzio-Fidello was perched on the front of his desk. A perfectly tailored silk suit covered his round, Italian frame and his short, fat fingers were loosely clasped in front of him. Thick eyebrows framed piercing gray eyes that were locked on Victor Russo.
Victor sat in the chair in front of Dominic’s desk, his hands tunneled back through his wavy, brown hair. “I know. Look,” Victor dropped his hands and looked up at Dominic. “I can fix this.”
“She caught you fucking one of her closest friends. You’re lucky she didn’t have the balls to kill you.” Olivia Terenzio sat on the leather couch pressed up against the wall. Above it hung a Van Gough painting that she thought was both ugly and depressing.
“Simone’s not that type of woman.” Victor said impatiently, glancing briefly in Olivia’s direction, then back at Dominic. “I can get her back. I’ll get her to forgive me, okay? I just need a little time.”
“Time is a luxury we don’t have, Victor,” Dominic said, frowning lightly. “The whole point of you marrying her five years ago was so if it got to this point, you’d be in a prime position to feed us information we needed.”
“Or be a real husband and push the bitch in the direction we wanted.” Olivia added before she pressed a long, thin cigarette between her puffy, red painted lips.
“I get it okay? I get it.” Victor stood up, buttoning the front of his suit jacket. “Just give me a week. I know Simone. She’ll forgive me and we’ll be back on track.”
“You better hope those good looks of yours pays off big time, pretty boy.” Olivia warned while her pale gray eyes took in his tall, athletic build appreciatively Victor was a handsome man, with a charming smile and a silver tongue.
“One week Victor,” Dominic said.
Victor clapped his hands together. “Consider it done, guys and gals.” Flashing them a reassuring smile, he turned and walked out of the office.
“I’m not entirely convinced he can pull that off.” Dominic walked back around behind his desk, sat down and continued cleaning one of his small diamond rings.
“I’m not convinced Kayla is so patient as to give him a week after fucking up like that.” Olivia uncrossed her long, muscular legs made from running five miles every morning and stood up. “This whole matter would be a fucking moot point if the Brotherhood would just give the order to have the triplets killed.”
“Patience, Olivia.”
Patience was one thing she was losing the closer they got to the winter solstice and the Brotherhood did nothing about the fucked up side of her family. “Did you tell Them about Loki?” Days ago a strange man who looked human but otherworldly had just appeared in Amadeo Terenzio’s house, Olivia’s cousin and partner in crime. The stranger had introduced himself as Loki and told them he would help them stop the Ascension.
“I did. I expect They’ll want you to bring him in soon. They sounded very pleased.”
“Am I going to meet someone in Authority or some level of middle management?” Olivia walked up to his desk and used gold ashtray.
Dominic smiled at her. “If Loki is really an Atlantean, then I’m fairly confident you just might meet, Enlil himself.”
Olivia’s eyes flickered with excitement. “Don’t bullshit me.”
“No bullshit. As I keep telling you cousin this game is as good as won. The triplets can’t stop us. Our time is almost here.”