F.M.Thompson
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“Bloodline of the Annunakii”
BOOK ONE
Foreword: Into The Past
It is 2011.
A passive rebellion brews in the mean streets of the world as questions to the oppressive CUSA world government remain unanswered and evasion is the order of the day. Weather, the signature creation of the emotion driven human mind and of the government ionospheric arrays, is an enemy to all in this era of all encompassing change that is unremitting; where once weather may have been an ally of the human, it is now a doomsayer to their world.
Anger ferments in the populace concerning adulterations that have poisoned food, water and air, and are forcibly delivered upon the wretched sentient populations in the name of progress and commerce, as restlessness grows daily stronger. It has affected all weather patterns.
The planet Earth, known to those who love her as Gaia, is at once seething, and then content; a split personality as she tries to gain her balance. The planet spirit relies upon the help of sympathetic humans to resurrect the equilibrium of her ecology; confusion is everywhere and nothing is done.
Yet, there is no precedent for this type of rebellion. No battles erupt, no protests are staged, it lacks in focus, as if held by a dream. The mind of humanity is transfixed by their material concerns and few are there who will risk their fortunes of life to bring the required words to the ears of the populace.
This movement for change has its impetus from the Essence Photonic Light, sent by the godhead Itself. From the galactic birthing of all awareness as an extract of pure Isness, which grows and alters Earth perspective daily, it is sent to those who would embrace great change. It affects everything and every one of consciousness.
This coming madness for change is latent and leaderless; it is only known to the general public that it exists, and that it is moving forward. Sadly, given the state of surveillance, no one moves to confront the eternally faceless villains, the CUSA, champion of oppressors.
Weather has become the emotional barometer for the abject populations sunk in their dismay, awaiting resolution of one form, or another. Weather reflects the emotion-driven health of the Earth and the starving and powerless entities that reside on Gaia’s surface. There are no longer any illusions as to what may take place, and violence is seen as the only answer for the many, yet the mass of the populace is terrified at this prospect. The people who do rise, rise virtually alone.
Jagged streaks of storm-driven lightening erupt from constant and overwhelmingly vast cloudbanks, generated by ionospheric manipulation by the CUSA. These meteorological heralds of coming destructions, gather, lasting sometimes for weeks on end and the planet waits while all who live on her surface hold their breath.
As the conscious entity that Earth is fully a part of, the patterns of the emotional climate vary widely around the globe, watched by the Fathers of Creation. Gaia, daughter of the gods, is battered, injured and increasingly in need of rest.
The Elder gods in their galactic heavens know of her distress, and are set to discuss augmentation of Gaia’s powers. They will slip the bonds of convention in the spiritual nature of the physical realm. It is a mere matter of time until the great Earth revolution comes in her enraged dress of change, and any decision to halt the extremes is removed by the workings of the CUSA. It is no longer a matter of if, but of when the changes will appear.
The previous decade has brought incessant political turmoil and the strife of famine and war to every region of the planet. In country, city and state there is mental anarchy and rebellion towards the forces of the CUSA, the dominant power on the planet. Given the state of the surveillance, no one rises in opposition. In the United States and surreptitiously through puppet intermediaries throughout the world, CUSA seeks in all ways to subdue and control the resources of the planet before the coming of the great geophysical earth change that they have known would arrive, for decades.
In every country that CUSA maintains its regimes, black-minded forces claw their way through the settlements; murder, imprisonment, or seizure of anything of value is commonplace, leaving devastation in their wake.
This is done, claimed in the name of international security. “To thwart terrorism!” becomes their battle cry. However, upon objective inspection, it is seen that theirs is the most widespread and well-known terrorist nation of all.
Their evil deeds proceed apace through their large black-op budgets and administration; yet, their leaders dwindle in number, as fewer and fewer hold the reins of control.
The truth of CUSA’s ambition was much less altruistic: their forces, designed to work hand-in-hand with the Council of Thirteen, seek to regress the Earth. They would create, in effect, a renewal of the ancient feudal state that had served the wealthy so admirably in the past. Vagaries and illusion are their guiding principles, and murder is their calling card, blamed on everyone but themselves.
It is the primary focus of their future vision, which the Illuminators, leaders of the Secret Council, have long before outlined. It will require massive culling the Earth’s populations; food, shelter and medical drains caused by the “eaters” must be cut and the replacement of necessary infrastructures, located far from the foreseen floodings, land sinks and breakups...must be made. The ocean will reclaim a great percentage of the existing landmasses in that coming time.
The forces of the CUSA have prepared for the survival of the elect, knowing of the coming earthly catharsis, while denying it publicly. Their administrators, in an attempt to defray public outcry, view and report their villainous activity as a blessing to those whose ministrations are received by them, for they will not “have to suffer the fearful privations” of future days; the Orwellian overlay of the “doublespeak” has truly arrived, and is practiced on a disheartened, weather-harried populace.
The Illuminator Society of The Thirteen, the Council, thought traditionally secretive, are in complete charge of the Earth and her resources, and no longer care who would know of it, continuing to deny their part, so steeped are they in prevarication. Their power is ultimately supreme, and nowhere is there an entity or force for balance to withstand that which they have covertly begun centuries, nay millennia, before these watershed days.
They have reaped the choicest food stocks and the cleanest water of the planet to their underground lairs. Grand accommodations have been constructed for them everywhere across the planet, beneath sheltering mountain ranges, and in deep, undersea fortifications. They will travel this coming change in comfort, style and rest.
The final dynamic will be a reversal of polarity in the earth's magnetic field, creating a complete upending of existing landmasses, and a swamping of the coastal lands with tidal forces that will destroy the industry of a millennium along its seacoasts and rivers, virtually throwing any survivors into a New Stone Age. The fertile, arable lands touched by the salt sea will wither, resplendent with pollution, and will not yield food crops for a very long season.
Yet, if it could be believed, there is another, greater menace, the stuff of legends, which lies hidden beneath the scenario of the troubled 21st century, and is a greater threat than the Council’s politicians and their henchmen who relentlessly plunder the surface.
From beyond the misty pages of our ancient history, there came to the planet Earth a race of alien beings, giant of physical stature and resolute in an angry determination to never again be driven from their home, as had been their previous fate. They are warriors, and conquerors of all that stands before them. They arrived, and began the plunder that was eventually bred into the mind of early man as an instinct for survival.