The Sentinal Satellite

Prologue

In the Age before Man

The Great Gray Tribe

In the ‘Age before Man’, at a time when the Earth did not belong to humans, there were many alien species colonizing Planet Earth. By the time the Great Gray Tribe had arrived on Earth, the Anunnaki had already been here for a thousand years. At that time, the Anunnaki established a kingdom in what later became Mesopotamia and commanded a human tribe then called Suma, the Sumerians. When the Great Grey Tribe arrived, for a reason not understood by them, The Anunnaki Tribe hated the Grays. It was thought that the hatred stemmed from the Grays settling land to the west, close to the land the Anunnaki had claimed. The Grays heard of the horrific war between the Anunnaki Tribe and the Rama Tribe and the terrible weapons of mass destruction used by both sides. Fearing that the war might spread to them, the Gray Tribe created a fierce defensive weapon, the Sentinel Satellite.

A fear of creating such a terrible weapon was that the enemy might capture the Sentinel Satellite and use it against them. With that fear in mind, they also created a defensive strategy, a weapon that could destroy it. They divided that defensive weapon into three segments, each hidden by three different friendly alien tribes of the Great Grays throughout the world.

Now, properly defended against those who sought to destroy them, the Great Gray tribe settled and embarked on a religious project to convert the heathen humans in their territory to the proper faith, theirs. However, because of multiple DNA manipulation failures through numerous human generations, after the time of Jesus Christ they were disappointed in their attempt to convert the obstinate humans to their better ways.

To continue their vigilance on human development, guiding the human path and fate, they formed the House of the Nazarene. In the following centuries and up to modern times, the Sentinel Satellite had guarded the secret House of the Nazarene located on an island in the Aegean Sea, Isle de Celeste. The castle Casa Ile de Bromhouser eventually became the headquarters of the House of the Nazarene.

In current times, a former leader of the House of the Nazarene became Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David from the ancient tribe of Judah, the clan of David. Because of a personal agenda for world power, she plotted against the Great Grays and killed Kalian, a Gray Overseer to the House of the Nazarene.

The new leader of the House was Gustav Magnus Laurent. He was a half breed Nephilim, one of an ancient order of the fallen angels. As the new leader, and in an effort to appease the Great Grays for the heinous crime, he sent a message to their planet. It was a request for them to punish the Duchess for her treachery against them. For that reason, she became imprisoned on the Great Gray planet, on an island appropriately named, ‘Island of Oblivion’.

Meanwhile, here on Earth, Professor Maria Espinoza, an alien DNA profile specialist, had discovered in human DNA an Anunnaki gene passively designed to through the generations morph humans into Anunnaki. We shall make man into our image.

Chapter 1

On the Planet of the Great Grays

The Island of Oblivion

The Great Grays lived in a challenging society of progressive technology ruthlessly demanding more discoveries from yesterday’s inventions. It was a whirlwind of activity by scientists living on the crest of technology and struggling not to be crushed by the greedy demand for more knowledge. Many scientists trapped in that whirlwind struggled beyond their evolved ability to create more knowledge. Pushing beyond what the thought processes were capable of handling was a fatal flaw in their scientific evolution.

As a freight train caught in uncontrollable speed, many scientists pushed beyond the point of synaptic capabilities and simply derailed. The price of pushing beyond their evolved limits was acute apathy. Although their hearts beat, their minds had overloaded and turned off. They were sequestered out of sight on an island cruelly termed the ‘Island of Oblivion’ situated in the middle of their only ocean

Hundreds of once brilliant Gray scientists now aimlessly wandered the beaches bumping into each other as a pinball machine obeyed the law of action and reaction. Although they did not know why, day after day some stood at the water’s edge counting the waves lapping the shore. It was a meaningless life for meaningless minds.

To show compassion for their plight, the Keeper of the Island made it impossible to distinguish between day and night. At all times, there was daylight, never the darkness of night. In this manner the lost scientists would never agonize over wasted time or life gone by.

Six years had now passed since the Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David had killed Kalian. For her murderous plot to blame the House of the Nazarene, her punishment was imprisonment in the world of the Great Grays, spending the rest of her life on the Island of Oblivion. For a woman who once ruled the House of the Nazarene and controlled more wealth than many countries, a punishment suffering intolerable boredom of nothing to do day after day was a punishment worse than death.

Because there was no way of counting days or telling time, she slept when her eyes closed and woke when her eyes opened. In the beginning, her way of keeping track of time was to count the times she slept. However, she soon realized that as time dragged on, she was sleeping longer and more often. She began to understand that monotony was contagious, a disease that quickly spread through the mind. She understood that unless she did something quickly she too would soon join those who followed the bugs in the sand or walked into the ocean never to be seen again. Out of desperation, an escape plan was hatched.

The food delivered to the island was plain and tasteless to those who still cared but to most, they simply forgot to eat. After countless food deliveries by boat, or perhaps only a few, it was hard to tell, the Duchess noticed a pattern. After the boat docked at the pier and leaving it unattended, the Gray aides carried the food to a table far up on the shore. She saw this as her chance to escape. To where, it did not matter as long as it was away from a contagion turning her desire for life into indifference.

After hiding on the boat and suffering a long ocean trip, it finally docked on the mainland. However, before she could escape she was discovered hiding under a tarp. Because the Grays were strictly regulated by rules of conduct, they did not know how to handle something this far off the page. It had never happened before. Because only a few Grays knew how to communicate with humans, she was eventually brought to the Island Overseer who too did not possess a Book of Conduct instructing him how to deal with an escapee. She was then presented to an Administrator of the Land who also did not know the protocol for dealing with something that had never happened before. Because she came from the Island, the Administrator sent her back to the Island Overseer who could speak English, although haltingly.

Chapter 2

The House of the Nazarene

Isle de Celeste

At the same time that the Duchess was discovered trying to escape from the Island of Oblivion, here on Earth, an alarm clock rang far too early for a tired Maria. Her sluggish mind struggled with the urgency of a busy day versus the comfort of staying in a warm bed. When responsibility finally won the battle, her warm feet reluctantly landed on the cold floor. After a quick shower and a quicker breakfast, the hectic schedule began.

Packing a suitcase for Belle, who was now five years old, was easy and fast. Most of what she would be wearing while visiting Grandmother Liana in the Amazon jungle would be shorts and tops. Maria threw in sandals but for the better part, Belle had taken to running around the jungle barefoot. Because Santo had started his security rounds early and the departure scheduled was noon, she was stuck packing for him as well.

Her two suitcases took the most time. Although it was a business trip, after dropping Belle off in the Amazon, they agreed that they would add a few days after the seminar for rest and relaxation. Swamped with packing, plus a one-hour meeting with Gustav before departure was a hectic pace defused only by the joyous expectation of a holiday with Santo. It would be their first holiday for the two of them since Belle was born. After carefully packing one suitcase with business suits, her other one did not get the same gentle treatment. Casual summer wear was hurriedly tossed into it. Santo’s suitcase suffered the same disordered treatment. It was not like her, but she was in a hurry.

Adding to Maria’s hectic pace, Belle was not her usual chirpy self this morning. She sat at the breakfast table complaining that if she were forced to go she would not be able to play with Robert. She protested,

But he’s my best friend and I promised we would play.

Maria was not amused. It had already been a hectic morning and so regarding Belle’s protest, she simply and tersely said,

Eat your breakfast.

But if we are leaving for Grandma Liana at noon then why do I still have to go to school for only half a day?

Eat your damn breakfast.

You said a bad word.

Sending Belle to school for half a day was better than admitting that she just wanted her out of the way for the rest of the morning. Eventually persistence won the battle and Belle reluctantly gave into mother’s determination. With her notes gathered for the meeting with Gustav, Belle was hurriedly dropped off at school still complaining about not being able to keep her promise to Robert. Thankful for the peace and quiet, Maria was quickly on her way to Casa Ile de Bromhouser.

The Elms lining the winding road on Ile de Celeste made for a relaxing drive to the castle fortress, home of Gustav Magnus Laurent. The Picturesque castle precariously clung to the edge of a cliff overlooking the Aegean Sea far below. After parking her cart at the front of the castle, she walked past a garden wafting with the aroma of roses. Because she was expected, Lexington was already at the massive cedar doors waiting for her. His great age and lifetime service to the House of the Nazarene had eventually turned his respect for authority into indifference. Such an attitude was somewhat tolerated by Gustav and others as the inevitable price of old age. Instead of a pleasant greeting gesture, he sneered at Maria and said,

You are late again.

As Maria entered the Grand Hall, seeing his demeanor as that of a covertly pleasant old man ignored it and graciously responded,

Good morning Lexington.

Although she was one of the few people here on the island that he admired, there was still his crankiness to contend with. True to his personality he replied,

He hates waiting for people.

As she hurried up the massive flight of stairs, she yelled back,

I know. I’m sorry.

As it was not his problem, he shrugged and returned to his duties.

Since Duchess Josephine de Meyer-David abdicated her throne as leader of the House of Nazarene to Gustav Magnus Laurent, he had lived in the castle. By all standards, at least to Maria, he was handsome. His age was unknown but could be a young looking fifty. Jet-black hair combed straight back lent to the youthful image. He sat at his desk watching her approach.

He saw tardiness as a sign of disrespect to his self-imposed omnipotence. However, he had long ago learned that disrespect was not the case with Maria. Apparently, by nature she was always late for meetings. After forcing a smile, he dismissively pointed to the chair. As Lexington had already brought in an urn of coffee, the smell of the addictive aroma reached appreciated nostril and she dove toward it.

After taking a few sips of scalding coffee, she saw his prolonged stare at the cup she was holding close to her mouth. He craved coffee but his doctors had forbidden it. She was the only person on this island, the only one he had ever met with the daring and tenacity to tease him. Truth be told, he greatly admired that about her. In his mind, it humanized him. As if in a toast, she held the coffee cup close to him, smiled and said,

So the doctors still won’t let you have coffee huh?

She could not resist, adding,

Who is the all-powerful one now, your doctor I suppose huh?

With a false expression of derision, he picked up his glass of water and tried to regain his authority. Using a practiced sternness, he said,

I’m a busy man. Get on with it.

With coffee in one hand, refusing to let it go, she struggled to open her file. Seconds later copious notes flopped onto the desk. After another gulp of coffee and teasing exaggerated savoring, she said,

It’s a five day conference in Christchurch, New Zealand dealing with the mysterious alien DNA codes high in our human spirals. As the conference is only set for the mornings, with the afternoons free, we are bringing Belle to the Amazon to be with her adopted grandparents while Santo and I treat the rest of the day as a holiday.

He sternly asked,

And I’m paying for this holiday am I?

Through a half-hidden smile she said,

Yes, thank you.

With a slight shake of his head and a disdainful sneer he continued,

Enlighten me on this research.

She sat back and admitted something that rarely happened in her illustrious career. She was not happy to admit,

I am at a research impasse. That is one of the reasons for the seminar. I have engaged other off island House of the Nazarene scientists to help me unravel the alien genetic anomaly with no luck. We are hoping that combined minds might open a few doors for us.

After a moment he sat back and asked,

Tell me what you think this mysterious alien code is and why I am paying for the conference as well as an unauthorized holiday?

Casting him a gracious smile, she said,

It’s not an unauthorized holiday. You approved it last month.

She saw him searching his memory for that approval. Before it came to him that she fibbed, she quickly said,

We have discussed this before. I believe that the embedded alien code in our DNA strand is something referred to as Passive Genetic Colonization. It is a slow way for hostile aliens to take over a planet. They infuse their aggressive DNA into human passive codes and simply wait for their vigorous codes to replace ours. Soon humans will no longer be human but rather whatever or whoever those aliens are.

As much as Gustav tried to remember already having that approved holiday conversation with her, it was not coming to him. Letting it go for now, he asked,

When did this so-called genetic takeover invasion start?

I’m not sure but from what I can deduce, probably ten thousand years ago.

Gustav mentioned the obvious.

That’s a long time to re-colonize a planet.

Yes. However, there does not necessarily have to be urgency in the invasion. It could just be something that an advanced race does to all planets favorable to their particular biology.

Gustav said,

And this way you reason that an unknown alien species can alter all intelligent life in the galaxy to their specific life form?

She was sure of her response,

Yes.

Why would any alien species go to all that trouble?

She could think of only one reason.

Ego, I guess.

Gustav took a moment to reflect on the ramifications. Maria took advantage and poured more coffee into an already empty cup. Finally he pointed a finger and asked,

So, what we are today is not what we were originally created to be?

It was a confident response.

No, I’m afraid not.

I guess what I am asking is, is it possible that the aggressive alien strain has already eradicated the last record of what our creation was intended to be. Are we now completely this alien form?

Are you are asking if we are now this alien species that inserted their aggressive DNA code into ours?

Yes. Is the takeover process complete? Are you now this alien species?

No, at least not yet. Presently we are only approximately twenty percent alien.

He seemed pleased to hear that humans are not, at least yet, alien. He asked,

How long before the changes become physically noticeable?

Well, never. It happens so slowly that we would just call our mutated changes the result of evolution. We are already taller than before. As well, some suggest that our brain capacity has developed faster than the progression of normal evolution.

Gustav intervened,

I see. If you cannot purge this genetic take-over, do you have any idea what will we eventually look like in another 500 years?

Yes, I have created a computer program that ages the mutation to maturity. I must admit whatever alien life form has done this to us, their shape is not too far removed from our appearance. I think that’s why over hundreds of generations we would not notice much of a difference.

True to the ego of a man who ruled the world, Gustav had only one concern, himself. He asked,

What will become of my kind, the last of the true Nephilim?

Well, you are not a pure Nephilim. You are half-human. You carry alien DNA but not the same strain that is taking over the human form. I am still at a loss as to why I cannot identify and isolate the code you have in your DNA. That’s part of what the conference is all about as well.

Knowing that he was a half-breed of the elusive Nephilim code and therefore not in danger of conversion by this so-called Passive Genetic Colonization did not prevent his concern for those he ruled. True to the mandate of the House of the Nazarene to protect the human race and preserve the creation, he asked,

Can you stop this genetic takeover, prevent it from happening?

I think so. The problem is that even though you have the most powerful computers on earth, I still do not have the computer capacity needed to get exact gene identification of that alien strain. I need to isolate and identify it before creating programs to eradicate it. We will be discussing ways and means to combat it at the conference. To make matters worse and almost impossible, for a genetic comparison I need a sample code of pure human DNA. I need to know its pristine code before the aliens infused theirs into ours.

For the first time, Gustav smiled and said,

Well, I think I can help you out with that. The House of the Nazarene has extensive DNA records of the aliens we have been involved with over the centuries.

Pleasantly surprised, she complicated the gift by asking,

Make me happy and say you also have a pristine human code as well.

He smiled and said,

Yes, practically from the time of creation.

There was still the problem of computer capacity as well as separation of the codes to be ironed out. However, the records he has just admitted to having would certainly make the work easier. She said,

Thank you. I will analyze those DNA strains when I get back from the conference.

He replied,

They will be waiting for you here in my office.

She understood how impossible it was to find uncontaminated human DNA before the aggressive infusion. Looking for pure human DNA from 10,000 years ago seemed impossible. Although a daunting task to save humanity, Maria saw it as a challenge to be greedily accepted. As she left his office, coffee cup still in hand, she said,

On a separate note, I fear that even your Nephilim DNA strain, as pure as you have attempted to keep it through the generations, may already be decaying and losing its ability to retain your status as a Nephilim.

He did not seem surprised to hear it.

Yes, that has always been a fear of those of us who carry the mark of angels. After you return from the seminar, I shall ask you to look into preserving that mark for us. Keep in mind that my DNA is the Holy Grail of the Nephilim.

Maria smiled and responded,

Even though your so-called mark of the angels has evolved through the generations do not worry too much about it. I doubt if you will ever evolve to have wings and a halo.

As he sneered at her insubordination, Maria closed the office door behind her.

Chapter 3

The Duchess and Her Lies

Unfortunately, as Grays age there are no characteristic features signifying wisdom or even looking distinguished. To Grays there was only one feature that marked age, they became unsightly. When the Duchess stood in front of the aged Island of Oblivion Overseer, she was repulsed by sagging gray skin and large black eyes seemingly ready to fall out of their sockets.

He sat at his desk staring at the Duchess with the same repulsive glare she was aiming at him. After six years of imprisonment, she was far from the beautiful vibrant woman who once led the House of Nazarene. Her treasured long dark hair was now merely a jumble of knots and tangles. Gaunt eyes had lost their once alluring twinkle. A smile that once greatly influenced kings and won many hearts was now but a memory.

Wearing the typical prison attire of the island, a simple white frock, she stood defeated before the old Gray. Using a language that had always been difficult for the Grays, the Overseer struggled to say,

May I presume that you do not like living on our little utopian island?

Despite a defeated appearance, with a crackly voice no longer accustomed to talking, her tongue was sharp and unkind.

It is an island belonging to hell. I do not understand why you do not simply kill those poor scientists. It would be a much kinder fate.

The answer to that my dear human is that we, unlike you, do not kill. The Creator granted life and therefore is the only authority that may take it away. Perhaps if you had honored our philosophy and not killed Kalian there would have been no need to send you here for punishment. It is only because we once had a connection to the Great House of the Nazarene that we honored Gustav Magnus Laurent’s request to have you sent here for punishment. Trust me when I say that your unholy act caused a great rift in our government. The last thing we wanted was a sullied human defiling our sanctified planet.

She braced and prepared the lies she had practised countless times in her head.

Because I was once a great leader of the House of the Nazarene I am fully aware of why you came to Earth. I know that you came to convert us to your faith.

He was quick to interject,

It is true that we created your faith. Best you remember that when you kneel to pray. It is to us that you pray. We are the angels in your holy writings. We are the ones who attempted to guide you to live within the glory of peace. We taught you the ways of our God. Still, you ignored our gift to make you better. We gave you commandments to live by and you chose to ignore them. Despite our gift to humans, you continued to wage war. For that reason we turned our backs on you. As for you, you killed Kalian and for that you are here to suffer for your crime against our faith.

More practiced words spewed from the mouth of the Duchess.

No. You have fallen afoul of lies and deceit. You saw the false evidence that Gustav Magnus Laurent plotted against me. He was the one who wanted to overthrow you as ruler of the House of the Nazarene, not I. You saw how he plotted to rule the world by bring back ancient kingdoms with puppet kings. You saw how he plotted to destroy the Vatican so that he might initiate his own faith far removed from yours. He is the murderer and traitor, not me.

She cunningly added to her false defence by pandering to their massive egotistical pride as the superior creation in the known universe.

I know that you are the superior creation of God as well as the true ruler of the House. I was a victim of Gustav Magnus Laurent’s ambition to banish you as leader so that he might rule the world.

She felt that she was losing him. Quick to appease, agreeing with what she knew to be wrong, she said,

I am loyal to you because I understood and believed in what you had done to us. I had fully converted to your religious philosophy. For that reason, I could never kill. Despite the lies told as well as the false evidence shown, I did not kill Kalian.

The old Gray tried to raise tired eyes to meet hers but only got as high as her waist. He said,

So I should believe you instead of Gustav Magnus Laurent?

The Duchess stood strong and the lies came easier.

Yes. You were lied to and presented false evidence.

Unbelieving, he uttered,

What purpose did that serve?

More skillful words flowed like honey.

In the past few generations, you have been pleased to see that your great enemy the Anunnaki are on a slow path to extinction.

The old Gray snorted and seemed pleased to say,

Yes. We despise the Anunnaki. Thankfully, they have reached the end of their evolutionary time. Their genetic code is decaying and soon will be no more.

The first spike in her master plan was driven in hard. She stood strong and said,

Or so you think.

Not accustomed to deceit and evil plots, the old Gray was easily reeled in.

Explain yourself.

More lies disgorged from her treacherous mouth.

I was framed because I had discovered a criminal plot by a geneticist working for the House of the Nazarene. She is helping the Anunnaki to take over Earth by a system referred to as ‘passive genetic colonization’. If she succeeds in converting human DNA to Anunnaki, soon they will be great in numbers and Earth will no longer be yours.

There was no mistaking the frown on the old face. Her lie was doing what she had only dreamed it would. He was clearly shocked to his very core. For generations the Great Grays had revelled in the glory of the Anunnaki’s inevitable extinction. Now the devastating disclosure that it might not happen was pumping his old worn out heart faster than it should. In shock, he could think of only one weak question,

Who is this diabolical traitor to the human race?

The Duchess seemed very pleased to say,

She is the Head Scientist to the House of the Nazarene, Professor Maria Espinoza.

He may be old but he still had the sense to be suspicious. It was simply too much to believe but too diabolical to ignore. Wrapped in suspicion he asked,

Why are you telling me all this?

With shoulders back, chin up, she smugly began step two in a multi-step plot.

Because with your help I can stop Maria Espinoza from helping the Anunnaki prolong their degrading genetic code.

She was pleased to see him nibbling at the bait. He then asked a slow and suspicious question.

Just what would my help entail?

For one thing you can release me from that cursed island and get me back to Earth.

I see. When you get there how will you stop this Maria Espinoza from helping the Anunnaki reverse their genetic extinction?

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