Nibiru: Return of the Ancestors

Chapter 1

Tenoghtitlan

Tenoghtitlan, Capital City of the Aztec Empire, 1521

I had no idea how long I had been running or if it made sense. The only thing I knew is that I could not stop. My legs took me by themselves. Smoke was everywhere, explosion from some fiery stick, which I did not know, but I knew it was dangerous and I had to keep myself away from it. The dead were lying everywhere, whom I kept falling over. Screaming people were all around me, my nation, whom I could not help. I was helpless and felt miserable, although I did not have to. I had to protect my nation, since this was my task, this was my fate. Those who were able to had escaped into the woods or into the temple, but those not fast enough were mercilessly killed by the armored men.

Our temples, these giant pointy buildings, which we were raised for our gods, now might become our graves. Staggering and exhausted, I approached the gate. I was almost at the entrance. I let all those who could go before me, so that I knew they had the chance to survive. Panic and despair everywhere, which slowed down my nation. My people had been living in peace until then, who had devoted their lives to knowledge, life and their gods—to the gods who at the same time were their teachers. ‘But where are you, gods?!’ I shouted to myself, so loud that it almost drowned the scream of the people. ‘Why did you let this happen? This really gets to us? Just like the useless parasites that we kill not to damage our plants?’

I herded the women and children before me, but then I caught sight of him, the founding father of all these horrors. He came slowly like someone who wanted to take a close look at the triumph of his deeds. There was a lustful grin on his face; his face reflected satisfaction. He treaded lightly and complacently, his enormous body glittering, his headpiece covering half of his face, but his ruthless gaze was still easy to see. A woman, whom I knew well, kneeled down before him so as to beg for our lives. It was not hers that was important but the nation’s. The massacre kept on around them, heads fell, and women and naked children roused from their sleep tried the impossible—escape.

Viewing from the gate of the temple, at once everything slowed down and became mute. I knew what was to come, but I could not do anything. I stood paralyzed looking at the crouched woman who was pleading to the enormous man, who was just looking at her. He was looking at her as if at an animal, who had been kept for its flesh and could be slaughtered any time. After gathering strength, I realised that the metal man held a huge sharp tool in his hand. I cried out lustily, which was almost a rage. Leaving fear behind I began to confront myself with him and attempt the impossible. I called the woman to flee, but she did not hear me. She did not hear or look at anything, only the big man, whose mouth thinned and eyes bulged. He stepped back with disgust, ruthlessly stabbing his weapon through the kneeling frail woman in front of him.

Fool me, what was I waiting for? Halted by fear, my legs slipped out from under me and fell tremendously, for which the monster looked up. He was interested in a new prey, me. With all my strenght, I tried to get back to our temple, where they were about to shut the gate. Crawling on hands and knees, I tried to stand on my feet, but I fell again, and the monster caught up with me. I felt his piercing gaze on my back, so I turned back and looked straight into his eyes. Lying in the mud, leaning on my hand, we stared daggers with each other. I had to see him before he struck; I did not want to believe this could happen. Even when he was getting closer, I hoped that somebody would come to my rescue. Nothing had happened until he stopped in front of me. I was blinded by a sudden bright light, so I perceived only his rising weapon. Then I closed my eyes and cried out.

‘Nooooo!’ I shouted out, covering myself with my hand as if it could resist the solid iron blade.

*     *     *

24 January 2011, 5.20 a.m.

‘Aaaah.’ I woke up screaming and sweating, just as usual. I did not even know if I would ever wake up unless I fall off the bed.

‘Are you OK, Mom?’, Vicky stepped in. She was only ten years old, but she was much more mature than her age. She could not really find her place among others of the same age. While they were tied up with childish mischieves and devilries, Vicky was more interested in science. She liked to find out things; she did not waste her time doing pointless things. She was a good student, and I probably did not have to worry about her.

‘I’m fine, honey. I just hit myself a bit.’ I smiled not to scare her, but she saw through me.

‘Yes, I see,’ she said with a little sarcasm in her voice and shuffled off to the bathroom.

It was already boring to wake up like this, and yet it was more and more frequent—not to mention the dreams. They were increasingly realistic as if they had been pulling me down and not releasing me. As if it had been reality and not a dream. Over the last ten years, three or four times a week for sure, I had woken up like this, sweating and always fighting with someone. I did not even have to set the alarm clock, which woke me always before 5.30 a.m.

‘Good morning to all listeners, this is Radio Revus FM95.8. If you haven’t woken up, now you surely will, thanks to the latest top hits. It’s from five to five thirty that you can listen to our news.’ My alarm clock radio turned on in the corner of my room.

Great. It was already morning, but I was still sitting on the ground. It was time I had started preparing, because if I was late, I would not have a job, either, then I would surely go nuts. Since we had lived alone, our mornings were relaxed. Vicky and me prepared quietly. We did not talk much; we were too tired for that. That morning was a bit different, because the previous ‘accident’ did not let Vicky rest, either, and she finished even before the usual time so that she could besiege me with her questions.

‘Mom,’ she asked quietly while closing the bathroom door behind her.

‘Yes, hon?’ I replied, then I finished packing her snack.

‘What’s happening to us?’ she asked more bravely and stepped up to me.

‘What do you mean? We’re going to school, and as for me, to work.’ I smiled and was about to make the bed. ‘What on Earth am I doing? Do I consider my daughter stupid, while I am aware what she wants to know? I did not teach her to avoid problems but sort them out and turn to me if she has doubts about something’, I thought.

‘I am thinking of the dreams,’ she added a bit impatiently, which I was not surprised by, since I had provoked that.

‘I am thinking of the dreams that are torturing you, Mom, and you can’t sleep. You wake up screaming and talking in your sleep!’ she continued with a raised voice already in despair.

‘Do I talk in my sleep?’ I turned to her, and this time I did not pretend, as it really surprised me.

‘Yes, you speak in a weird language, and the end is always shouting!’ At that moment, her eyes were full of tears, and I knew I could not put it off any longer. I had to give an answer.

I looked at her as if she had talked to me in a non-human language. I had no clue that I kept talking or screaming in my sleep. I wanted to keep it to myself that I was tortured by dreams. It did not want to scare her, but it seemed I was too late. She knew much more than I had thought.

‘Look, sweetie, we’ve got to go now, but I promise we’ll talk about it this evening, and I’ll answer all your questions,’ I said, but I could see she was not convinced. ‘You can ask me about anything, and we can talk as long as you want. Today is Friday so we don’t need to go to bed early. You can sleep next to me.’ I smiled at her because I knew it would comfort her.

‘All right,’ she calmed down, ‘we’ll talk this evening then—not only about your dreams but also about mine,’ she responded decisively, then she turned back, picked up her schoolbag and stepped out the door.

I felt the blood draining out of my head; the room began to spin with me. ‘This means, it is not only me who has secrets and problems? Being a single mother is not easy, but I try to do everything well, and I hoped she would still have a happy childhood. Her dreams? What did she mean? Why hasn’t she talked about it? How long has it been going on?’ I had lots of questions and so did she. While we packed our things and left, I was already scared about the evening. For once, I did not look forward to the end of the day, because I was afraid the evening discussion would be long-lasting.

Annunakis

While we lived our boring everyday lives, several light years away from Earth, at the bottom of the universe, a giant planet, which can be found in ancient writings, but now completely forgotten, was approaching our solar system.

‘How is the Emperor?’ the tall, thin, luminous creature, Asamnek asked.

‘‘He’s dying, Chief Counsellor,’ the similarly luminous creature replied, but he was sitting next to the bed, on which an almost transparent but less luminous third creature was lying. ‘He doesn’t have much left, and he’ll go through the passageway.’

The bed was floating, supported by nothing. A dim light was shimmering in the whole room. Blue dominated the whole place. The walls were bare, and unnecessary furniture did not occupy the space, either.

‘How much time is left?’ Asamnek asked again while pulling his thin gown together.

‘Well,’ the creature wondered, ‘perhaps seven moonrises.’

‘That’s too few!’ Asamnek got scared while pacing up and down. ‘Too few, we haven’t yet found the Chosen One! We must do something!’

‘You know, too, Chief Counsellor, that this goes beyond our knowledge and capacities. We are the most developed nation of the universe, yet we are not able to govern this. Even during several millions of years there was no example for somebody reversing the pass. All we can do is to keep him here and sustain his energy level. We are not immortal any more, as before. It is already unique that we are able to preserve our energies for several thousands of years,’ the creature replied.

‘We are lost then! Nibiru’s past, present, and future will fade away,’ Asamnek said. ‘We will perish. How come that there is no descendant who will inherit the Emperor’s legacy?’ he continued shouting and began to pace up and down nervously.

‘Counsellor!’ Asamnek’s deputy, Adamas, ran in shouting. ‘We have detected a signal! The sensors are almost getting stuck. It must be near here!’

Asamnek made an uncomprehending face and stopped for a second. Asamnek was a several thousand years old, renowned leader. Everyone listened to his intuitions and decisions. Nobody dared to rise up against him, since he had capabilites that were possessed by few.

‘You are talking nonsense, Adamas. Several light years away there aren’t any inhabited planets. We’ve been observing the universe for more than 1,000 years. I’d feel if it was different,’ Asamnek rebuked him.

‘Yes, indeed, I know, but our planet is approaching Galaktika Galaxy. Our detectors are also pointing in that direction, constantly at the same point,’ Adamas kept on jabbering, stubbornly.

Asamnek wondered for a moment, then as if being enlightened, rushed out straight to the control sector, his gown swishing behind him. His steps were light, and he almost floated. He hurried along the corridors and finally got to a cabin. Within half a second, it teleported him into the control sector, where he, silently gliding, arrived at the sensor crystals. The crystals were the same length and regular in shape, though they were in different shades of colour. Asamnek shouted to the Commander, who controlled the examination of codes and measurements.

‘How long have the signals been coming, Commander?’

‘Half a day, already, Counsellor. It’s getting more and more intense. From this distance, it’s almost impossible, unless . . . ‘, the Commander stood aghast.

‘Unless he’s a pureblood.’ Asamnek was shocked and stepped closer to the Commander, ‘But how? In this solar system, we go around the sun only once in a thousand years. Can we detect exactly where the signal is coming from?’ he continued.

‘I looked it up, Counsellor. From planet Earth,’ the Commander replied quickly.

‘Earth. Yes, indeed, one of our mistakes. Or I’d rather call it a blunder. We shouldn’t have created it. This unfortunate collision with Planet Tiamat.’ Asamnek raised his eyes up high while running his hand over his face. ‘Several thousands of years ago, I swore that we’d return and wouldn’t care about Earth,’ Asamnek contemplated, his gaze freezed.

‘But, Counsellor, you know as well that life there is not only due to the collision. The civilization there has been created by us,’ the Commander interrupted.

‘I haven’t asked for your opinion. I am the Counsellor, and the decision-making concerning every alien civilization is my responsibility. For this reason, it is only me making decisions about Earth. The man does not possess a clear mind, is not capable of development, because he’s been netted by greediness, envy, and jealousy. They are creating only negative energies, which should transform, but thanks to their fallibility, it’s impossible. That’s why they mustn’t know about us, mustn’t join our society,’ Asamnek retorted.

Asamnek walked up and down. He could not believe that the key to the salvation of the planet would be on Earth. For him, it was like a misbegotten attempt.

‘Counsellor,’ the Commander interrupted, ‘this is not completely true. There were several nations, that we lifted up and shared our knowledge with. We taught them, and they regarded us to be gods. Some emerged and showed unbelievable development.’

‘Yes, and they destroyed themselves!’ Asamnek cried out, then stopped for a moment, and continued, ‘I remember Atlantis. I remember well.’ He looked straight ahead, gazing into the past. ‘We created a flourishing city, a developed civilization. We could have lived well, but the species born to rule envied us, inciting families against each other. They fomented discord, and if our power had got into the wrong hands, our nations would have died. Our knowledge that had been accumulated since then, had to be hidden, so we moved to Nibiru, which is a planet, completely different from Earth. Only later did we realise the otherness. Since our nation basically lives by the principle of development and construction, and not on wrecking and destruction. For this reason, we decided to choose two nations, off the east and west of Atlantis, whom we teach from the ancient knowledge. These nations got the chance to serve against the evil. Everything we couldn’t bring with ourselves into the higher dimensions, we hid on Earth into the holy relics. The two chosen nations could live wonderful lives, could familiarise themselves with the secrets of the ancient element. Teacher came back on ships and the knowledge was given to both nations. It was up to them what they would do with it.’

‘Yes, that sounds great, and they tell this to their predecessors. However, we know that this is their fault. An evil power destroyed them, and they had to escape, just like we had to’, the Commander interrupted. His piercing gaze betrayed his feelings. ‘We know, we created them for something else, not for something, they’ve become. The control has slipped out of our hands. Hm, how ironic.’ He smiled to himself.

‘What are you smiling about?’ Asamnek asked disdainfully.

‘Only that,’ the Commander began, ‘our planet and nation depend now on those whom we exploited and left alone.’

Asamnek was staring. He was still trapped by the captured memories of the past. It was Adamas who woke him up from contemplation.

‘Counsellor, we need to decide,’ Adamas said firmly.

‘I know,’ Asamnek responded reluctantly, ‘the reconnoitrers must prepare. We’ll go there. The planet must remain disguised. The man mustn’t know about us,’ he emphasised.

‘Yes, Counsellor,’ Adamas sighed with relief.

‘And prepare a spaceship for me, too,’ Asamnek continued while running to the hangar, where the reconnaissance ships were lined up.

Adamas and the Commander had no time to react, so they reluctantly obeyed the command. By the time Asamnek got into the hangar, all the reconnaissancers had been at the spacecraft.

‘Occupy firing positions!’ a voice said, which was not too loud, yet audible in the whole hangar.

The illuminating creatures hardly communicated with each other externally, still everybody knew what their duties were. Asamnek wanted to be first to fly off, since if they had really found the Chosen One, the whole planet could survive, and he did not want to be left out from this glory. The murmur of the started up reconnaissancer spacecrafts was hardly audible, almost silent. Nearly two thousand reconnaissance spacecrafts were waiting in the hangar, and many more vehicles. Every spacecraft had its own pilot, on which the pilot was switched before boarding, because there were neither steering wheels nor buttons. Steering took place in the pilot’s mind. Instructions were given through his mind, which meant that before taking off, the pilot and his spacecraft became one.

Every reconnaisance spacecraft had four seats. One pilot, one co-pilot, and two passangers. The reconnoitrers now started off only with pilots thus easening the journey.

‘Adamas! Asamnek shouted. ‘I expect you to inform me constantly about the condition of the Emperor. We mustn’t run out of time!’

‘Yes, Chief Counsellor.’ Adamas bowed.

‘Added to all this, keep an eye on the nation of the Tall Grey,’ Asamnek continued instructing the Commander.

‘Shoot-off starts,’ the voice said.

‘Why do you think they would cause inconveniences to us?’ Adamas asked.

Asamnek looked at Adamas, as if he had been asked, ‘why do you want to save your nation?’

He stepped closer to Adamas, and almost leaning against his face, he replied, ‘I’m not thinking about the inconveniences but the destruction. The Tall Grey is just looking forward to the opportunity to conquer us and destroy our world. We crossed the way of many by maintaining the inter-galactical peace. I’m sure they will find serious allies, if they get wind of the Emperor’s problems, or the debilitation of our defensive system. Can you imagine what will happen if they take control of the galaxies? What kind of world do you think we will exist in if the balance is upset and there will be nobody to hold the destroying power in check?’ Asamnek replied.

‘I don’t want to imagine,’ Adamas whispered.

‘Then we are done here. You will send a report and activate every watchman,’ Asamnek commanded.

‘Certainly, Counsellor. And you’ll find him,’ Adamas kept on whispering. ‘The Healer won’t be able to keep him any longer here. The Emperor is ready for the journey.’

Asamnek nodded, then rushed to the end of the hangar to occupy his seat in one of the reconnaissance spacecrafts. On the top of the craft there was a transparent, fluorescent blue cover, which seemed to be soft from outside, but yet, it was stronger than any heavy metal. It was able to function as a shield. Hardly had the top of the spacecraft closed, when the voice said again, which was more pleasant and comforting rather than commanding: ‘Take-off. Have a nice flight. We look forward to your return.’

The reconnaissance spacecrafts flew off silently through the gate of the hangar, and within a few seconds, they could not be seen even from the control unit. The control unit was one of the central parts of the planet. All the information about the planet, the external world, the universe arrived here. The unit was divided into several halls; in each hall different information was stored. Hundreds of the illluminating creatures worked in the centre, because the inhabitants of Niburu were not the only one strong and developed nation. Somewhere at a faraway point of the galaxy, there were several evil powers working, waiting, lurking in silence for the time to come. It seemed, this time was near, now that the Emperor of Niburu was dying.

In the hall of the Emperor the light was increasingly disappearing. The previously domineering blue shades had worn off. The healer was still trying to maintain the Emperor’s condition until the arrival of the Counsellor. He was wearing a white gown, which was shining with him. He put his hand above the Emperor while he was constantly murmuring. His light was flickering somethimes stronger, sometimes weaker. Still he was shining stronger than anyone from the Annunakis. There were two other creatures standing in the hall, who till then had been watching only.

‘Healer,’ the younger one, Shaman said.

‘Don’t disturb me, my son.’ The Healer gasped faintly.

‘You must rest, or else you’ll lose your light,’ Shaman continued.

The Healer looked up. His face reflected tiredness, exhaustion, and anger. He dropped his hand, tidied his gown, then slowly stepped up to the young Shaman. He put his hand on the young Annunaki’s shoulder and looked at him gently.

‘Rest?’ the Healer began. ‘If we fall, we will have enough time to rest, because there will be nowhere to place our heads. We won’t have the light, or worse, we will be the Tall Grey’s slaves or one of their allies. If Asamnek returns alone, we will be lost.’

‘Do you think they’ll find us?’ Shaman asked hoping, and he put his hand on the Healer’s shoulder, too.

‘Hope is the only possibility. I mustn’t think of anything else.’

‘This is NF 1 speaking,’ Asamnek began with the identification. ‘Basis, log in. We have reached Earth. We are going to start the tranfer soon.’

‘This is the basis,’ replied Adamas, who had not moved from his place since then. ‘I’ve got it, NF 1. But here we have a little problem.’

‘What happened?’ Asamnek asked sternly, because he knew, when Adamas mentioned a problem, it was a problem.

‘After your fly-off, we detected increasing activities from systems Zeta Reticuli and Orion. We didn’t have to wait long and delegates arrived at Earth,’ Adamas replied.

‘Bastards! How did they find out that we were in trouble?’ Asamnek interrupted.

‘I’ve got no idea. We’ve been keeping contact for a long time. They’ve been silent for several hundreds of years,’ Adamas continued.

‘Or . . . they made us believe so while they were cowering and watching us. They’d been waiting for the right opportunity. None of them is famous for allowing themselves to be conquered or the nation to be controlled by others,’ Asamnek contemplated. ‘We know that they regularly come to Earth, especially since when we haven’t paid attention to the man. Who came?’ he asked anxiously.

‘Neituri and Borat from Orion. Andhoris and Chabha from Zet,’ Adamas replied.

‘The chief counsellors of the Emperors? Why haven’t you started with that? They are more concerned than I thought. The chief counsellors themselves wouldn’t come after so long, only if they cared about our well-being!’ Asamnek shouted.

‘I’m afraid we are late,’ Adamas replied. ‘Both delegates have come with proposals, which can be regarded as a declaration of war.’

Adamas stared mutely. He did not know what to say. He was gazing at the universe as if waiting for an external aid. His contemplation was disturbed by the whistling sound of the craft’s sensors. The captured signal was now easy to identify.

‘Adamas,’ Asamnek said, ‘keep them up. We need some time. As soon as we land on Earth and find the destination, I will contact you.’ Without waiting for the reply, he finished and cut off the radio contact.

‘Attention! All the reconnoitrers!’ Asamnek began firmly. ‘We are running out of time. Visitors have arrived at the basis from Orion and Zeta Reticuli. I guess we know what this means. You must start the teleportation right now! NF 2 and 3 stay here. NF 4 and 5, come with me! A permanent contact is a must. As soon as we find the destination, the co-pilots will pick us up.’

‘Sir, if we teleport too early, they might detect us. We mustn’t take a risk,’ the NF 2’s captain replied.

‘Captain. There’s a higher risk if we get home late and our nation is conquered. Adjust coordinates, please. Set the target of teleportation’, Asamnek replied.

‘Yes, sir. The coordinates have been set. NF 1, NF 4, and NF 5, prepare for landing. Teleportation starts,’ continued Asamnek’s co-pilot.

Before the teleportation, three reconnaissance spaceships removed the camouflage, then the landing started. Three beams of light reached the same point of Earth. The teleportation took a few seconds, then the three spacecrafts again camouflaged themselves.

Chapter 2

Doubts

24 January, 12 a.m., Earth

I t was only midday, and I had to sit in the office till four. Lots of weak-headed customers kept coming, as if someone had started handing out sweets. When will this day end? It seemed, I would rather get home as soon as possible. I had to know what Vicky meant. And again this weird feeling, which had been haunting me for days. Earlier I had it regularly, then it came no longer, and now I felt from day to day that something was going to happen. I was lucky. It was lunchtime, and I went out to breathe some fresh air. Perhaps some coffee or cake would help ease my frustration. ‘Otherwise, the weather was nice. I should relax,’ I thought. ‘Maybe, we should travel somewhere, then I would feel fresh and the nightmares would disappear.’

Cafe Liston was a cosy place. It was a bit expensive, but not crowded at least. A tiny peaceful island with a genuine French style design. Or at least, I called it that way.

‘A cappuchino, please.’ I stepped up to the bartender.

‘Would you like sugar or sweetener?’ he asked wearily; he was at least as browned off as me.

‘Sugar is fine,’ I replied. ‘After all what shall I take care of? Nowadays you never know why you kick the bucket,’ I thought.

‘Thank you.’ I took the coffee and sat down at my favourite place, on the half-open terrace, from which I could see the whole street.

‘This is a really good idea,’ I thought to myself. ‘I should come out more often during the day. I almost smiled, when I felt a weird tingling at the back of my neck. But now this was different than usual. Now I did not only feel that something was going to happen, but right there I felt particularly someone’s gaze on me. It made me shiver. That certain seventh sense had worked at other times, too, but I did not always listen to it. Of course, after the the trouble happened, I knew, I had made a mistake, when I did not listen to my instincts. Now, as the sun was shining and I was wearing my sunglasses, I could look around leisurely. I slowly stood up, as if adjusting my chair I was sitting on, while I observed the people.

I could not see anyone suspicious watching me. ‘I can’t be such a blindmouse,’ I thought. I kept on fidgeting, even the waiter started watching what I was doing. I hoped he wouldn’t come here, because I should have sat down then. As I felt someone’s gaze on my back again, I sat down on the opposite side so that I would be able to spot who was watching me. I was stirring the cappuchino and watching. Then, a helicopter passed over the houses, so I jerked up my head. The sky was clear, only a few clouds coloured the sight. Whenever I had looked up to the sky, a feeling captured me, which was incomparable to anything. I just stared at the unknown, as if I had been called or attracted by something. At those times, I increasingly felt that I did not belong here, as if this had not been the place I should live. The longer I looked at the sky, the more the world disappeared around me. After a while, I could not hear sounds either. I could not hear the cars, the people. It was only me and my thoughts. I could gaze the sky for hours, as if I had been waiting for something or someone. It would also have happened like that, if I had not spotted a weird creature. There he was, looking at me. The man was standing on the terrace of a multi-store apartment house, looking down with a curiously expressionless face. He was all dressed in black. Next to him was another man also dressed in black, watching me.

‘Cool. The two were peeping at me at the same time,’ I said aloud, which called the waiter’s attention.

I decided to walk back to the office and drink my coffee in the meantime. Hardly had I left when I saw from the corner of my eyes that the two men were heading downstairs so that they were able to follow me.

‘I can’t believe this!’ I mumbled. ‘All I need is two perverts.’

As it was midday, there were many people in the street. It was impossible to hurry; I could have knocked down someone. The café and restaurant terraces were full because of the lunchtime. And yet, I tried to get rid of my chasers, as by this time, it was clear that they were really following me. But what do they want? And why did they come here in person? Why do they have to scare someone to death? I wondered. I shifted my slow steps to light jogging, and I found myself trying to get rid of my chasers. When I caught sight of the office building, never before had I been so glad about my workplace, and with a leap that was not particularly feminine, I fell through the gate. The security man just stared at me but did not say anything. I guess he also thought I was a lunatic. I looked back once again, but I could not see my chasers, so I got over it. During the rest of the day, I tried to concentrate on work, with not much success. I kept thinking about the two men. ‘Who could they be? What did they want? I had better