Jesus
The Extraterrestrial
A Trilogy
Volume I: Origins
Leo Mark
A Novel based on historical documents
To follow:
Volume II: Armageddon
Volume III: The Return
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author´s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2011 by Leo Mark
All Rights reserved.
Published in the United States by the author Leo Mark
leomark@JesusET.com.br – www.JesusTheExtraterrestrial.com
Translation Anthony Addis
Cover image Benjamin West (1738-1820)
Cover design Wellington Consoli
Diagramming ****
Editorial Direction Marco Giroto
First Edition
2011
Author’s Note
From an early age I was always full of questions. The world as I saw it wasn’t quite as people described it to me. There always seemed to be something odd about the stories they told me: they didn’t quite fit, or something was missing. But when you are a child and everyone tells you the same stories, you start to believe in them religiously; you carry them with you throughout your life, passing them on to your children and grandchildren.
A lot of my family are evangelicals (a brother of mine and an uncle are pastors of the church); and so in my childhood I studied in Adventist schools. I attended religious studies classes and most days we had to say a prayer when we arrived at school and when we left (a true brain-washing exercise).
All the children believed in those bible stories without so much as questioning them. Yet I, something of a rebel as I always was, never entirely agreed with what they were telling me, for the stories seemed to be too fantastic and too unlikely, so I was never convinced that they were really true. I had a lot of questions to ask about them all and I wouldn’t rest until my questions were answered.
And so, as a teenager, I started studying the Bible and began to formulate theories which, when I propounded them, made people think I was crazy or blasphemous. They said my thoughts were sinful (was I to be punished, in other words, simply because I used my head for thinking, because I had opinions instead of accepting the opinions of others, because I rejected the collective truth?).
As time went by I went deeper into these matters and the research I carried out served to convince me that my theories weren’t so totally absurd or wrong, that on the contrary they were entirely correct – that the rest of the world believed in fairy tales. People were tied to their beliefs, to baseless or outdated tales. Perhaps because of the superior status of the storyteller, mankind’s own true history had become a narrative replete with obscure passages.
I read dozens of books and hundreds of articles about all this, and I watched documentaries. I began to look for answers in the Bible itself and even in the Apocrypha. In this way I discovered for myself part of the truth about the world, about where we had come from and why we are here. Naturally there are many more questions to be answered, but I am constantly searching.
Everything I studied can easily be found in books and today, more than ever, on the internet – the problem is to know which translators and authors are really dependable and which of them favor their own theories to the detriment of the written sources. I chose believable sources and I saw that it was desirable for a synthesis of the truth to be made accessible to the world at large, by means of a book written in simple language and easy-to-understand concepts, so that everyone, irrespective of age or upbringing, might learn about valuable documents which are relatively new compared to some others of historical importance.
Here, then, is the first volume of a trilogy which could shake the structure of our society and raise its readers to a new level of understanding, perhaps even to a new level of excellence. I therefore beg you, dear reader, to digest this work with an open mind, free of prejudice and free of those concepts instilled in you by religion. People need to know the truth, for otherwise there will soon come a time when mankind as we know it ceases to exist.
Leo Mark
Relevant Fact
In 1877, to the south of Babylon, in Mesopotamia (now Iraq), the Frenchman Ernest de Sarzec discovered traces of the most ancient civilization on earth, the Sumerian civilization. After his death the excavations continued and while they lasted thousands of clay tablets inscribed in cuneiform script were found. The translation of these documents revealed stories very similar to those we find in the Bible, from the creation of man to the Flood, but much richer in details.
Most of the flashbacks and travels in time which occur in this work correspond to the writings left by the first literate human beings on earth, who cohabited on a daily basis with beings known today as gods. As well as the Sumerian tablets I have also made use as references of stories contained in the Bible and in the books considered apocryphal by the Catholic Church. Some chapters or passages which have to do with more recent events are based on actual occurrences, and some of the characters are real. I have changed the names of others, however, to protect their identities.
Religious fanatics, theologians and pseudo-theologians please note:
I ask you to read my work before expressing any criticism or opinion of it or of my person. Criticism is most welcome as long as it is well-founded, for otherwise it is not criticism but simply a personal opinion based on someone else’s thoughts; in fact, not opinion at all but just the expression of a collective “truth”, probably derived from some religious leader who also received it at second hand. I ask the theologians and pseudo-theologians not to come to me insisting that the Bible is God’s truth; remember, first of all, that the Bible is just another historical document, which has been subject to major modification during its dozens of translations. Remember too that there are other documents that bear careful study, quite apart from the best known, most widely circulated all-time bestseller. I do not claim that this work has a monopoly of the truth; I present it as a way of sharing a little of the knowledge I have acquired during more than ten years of study and research. Nor do I pretend that every word I have written is necessarily true; for after all this is a work of fiction, and it will be up to the reader to study it carefully and reach his own conclusions.
But don’t just criticize a writer who is trying to do the right thing by demonstrating the truth, based on the research he has done and on an analysis of the facts of mankind´s history. Instead do the world a favor, not just by stopping the proliferation of meaningless and unfounded opinions, but also by reading this book carefully: it will help you not to swallow whole all the things you thought you knew and all the things you’ve been told before, which don’t even come close to the truth.
My message to accompany this first part of my trilogy about the story of mankind is the following: Think outside the box. Question the world.
Prologue
Jerusalem, 34 AD
The city was all a-buzz, with everyone out in the streets to see the famous Christ go by, carrying his enormous wooden cross through the city. Not far from the narrow streets of Jerusalem, a man called Joseph, a native of Arimathaea, was heading towards Calvary, the place where Jesus was to be crucified. The sun was shining and the heat was almost unbearable; but when Joseph was least expecting it, the sky began to get overcast, the rays of the sun gave way to darkness, and from where he sat on his camel Joseph could see a great light in the sky which lit up the part of the desert where he was travelling. Little by little the light got brighter and the sands of the desert started to rise, forming a sandstorm. Then the bright light settled over the head of Joseph, and slowly an angel began to take shape. Gradually the sand started to settle. Joseph started slapping his own face, sure that he was dreaming: he had never in his life seen anything so beautiful and so magnificent. It was then that the angel, clothed in gold and silver robes, put his feet on the desert sand. Joseph´s camel was perfectly calm; Joseph was trembling and frightened. He slipped off the camel to take shelter, and as his feet touched the sand a voice rang out:
‘Be not afraid, Joseph. I am the messenger of the Lord. He has a most important task for you.’
‘I cannot believe my eyes! Are you real?’ asked Joseph, falling on his knees on the hot sand.
‘As you can well see, I am not a figment of your imagination!’
‘I am at the Lord´s command. Whatever you ask I shall do without delay.’
‘Joseph, take good heed of my words. Take this flask and fill it with the blood of Jesus. As soon as the blood is in it, close it and it will seal itself. Hide the flask and protect it with your life. After Jesus is risen, take Mary Magdalene with you and flee to Marseilles, for you will need to flee - she carries in her womb the seed of Jesus. This flask must remain with the descendants of the true blood of Jesus until he is born again, which will come to pass through the blood which you shall save. When the proper time is nigh, the flask will emit a sound, and then only a descendant of Jesus will have the power to open it, and only a woman of the blood of Jesus will be able to carry the Master in her womb and give new birth to him; for this reason it is all-important that the flask remains with the descendants of Christ. So the destiny of humankind is in your hands.’
The angel gave Joseph a golden cylinder with silver workings and some small inscriptions, about four inches long and a little over one inch in circumference. One end was rounded and open, ready for the blood of Christ. The angel spoke again:
‘Go, fetch the blood of Jesus and guard his body for three days so that it shall not be desecrated. On the third day, flee from Jerusalem with Mary Magdalene, for men will seek you out.’
The angel began to rise up again towards the light, and the sand of the desert began to blow in circles, forming a whirlwind around Joseph. In a few seconds the light began to go up, and up, until it became just one more star in the sky.
Joseph still couldn´t believe that an angel had spoken to him and entrusted the fate of humanity to him. When he came to himself, he urged the camel on to carry him as fast as it could. He galloped over the desert sands. When he reached Calvary, where Jesus was being crucified, he was amazed at the great crowd of people surrounding him, and from a distance he saw the bloody body of Jesus nailed to a wooden cross. At the foot of the cross, Jesus’ mother and Mary Magdalene were weeping and crying out for the life of Christ. Joseph got nearer and started pushing his way through the crowd, to get close to Jesus. He was carrying the chalice that Jesus had used at the Last Supper. As he got closer he could see Jesus better, and he could not believe that so much violence had been done to a holy man, the son of God; and he wondered why God had allowed this to happen, and whether there was some purpose in it.
Jesus’ body no longer moved. After a few minutes a centurion of the Roman guard took a lance and stuck it into his side, leaving a gash between his ribs, to make sure that he was dead. The blood spurted and began to run out of the wound. Some blood splashed on the face of the centurion, who had problems with his sight, and he fell to his knees on the ground, feeling that his eyes were burning. When he finished wiping his eyes he found that his sight was no longer clouded. A strong feeling of guilt overwhelmed the centurion, who stayed on the ground and started weeping with remorse for what he had done to Jesus. It was a miracle. While Joseph of Arimethaea was watching the scene of the repentant centurion, he raised the chalice used by Jesus at the supper, pressed it against Jesus’ leg and collected the blood that was running down his body. Seconds later the sky filled with darkness, great black clouds began to form, an earthquake shook the ground. In desperation the people threw themselves to the earth. A brilliant light shone through the clouds and lit up the body of the dead Christ. The sky began to hurl down thunderbolts and great flashes of lightning, the earth under Jerusalem began to shake even more violently, and the people began to cry out and run around. Many of the people who had been calling for Jesus’ death now repented, for they saw what Jesus did and that he was truly the Messiah.
After a time the earth stopped shaking. Joseph took the blood of Jesus and poured it into the flask the angel had given him. The blood started running over Joseph´s hands. But little by little he managed to fill the flask. He pressed the end to close the mouth of the flask, and it gave out a bright green light and made a sound. The cylinder with the blood of Jesus was sealed. Joseph put it inside the chalice, which he placed in a bag tied around his waist. He took Mary and Mary Magdalene by the arm and they made their way from that place, before the ground which the earthquake had opened should swallow them up. As they got further away, the clouds and the light in the sky slowly disappeared. Now there was no one left, apart from some soldiers lying on the ground, terrified at what they had witnessed. The multitude had gone, the sky began to lighten and the sun came out again.
Once Joseph had left the women in a safe place, he went towards Pilate’s palace. Joseph was a noble and influential merchant from Brittany, and he was well regarded by the noblemen in the province of Judaea. When he got to the palace he asked for an audience with Pilate, which was granted.
‘My Lord, Jesus is dead. I ask you to release the body to me so that we can prepare a fitting funeral.’
‘Joseph of Arimathaea, I release the body of your king. Go and take it up before the robbers take it or the crows devour it. Take two of my men with you to protect you while you prepare everything. I trust that God will recognize my kindness and goodwill.’
‘Thank you, my Lord.’
Joseph went to the hiding-place where he had left Mary and Mary Magdalene, as well as some of the disciples. When he got there he spoke to the group:
‘Pilate has allowed me to take the body of Jesus, so that we can give it a proper funeral. We will place it in a tomb which belongs to my family. We must protect it until the day of resurrection. Pilate has given us two guards to watch the entrance to the tomb and to make sure that no one steals the body. Mary said:
‘God bless you, Joseph, for what you are doing for my son.’
But Joseph addressed himself to the other woman:
‘Mary Magdalene, I need a minute with you alone, I must speak with you.’
‘Tell me, sir,’ she answered, as she and Joseph moved a short distance away from the house where they were.
‘When Jesus has risen again, get together a few people that you trust and then we will go to Gaul. An angel of the Lord told me that we must protect the seed of Jesus which is growing in your womb. We will be pursued.’
‘In my womb? I am with child by Jesus? How wonderful! Are you sure, Joseph?’ replied Mary Magdalene, confused at the news, putting her hands on her stomach.
‘There is no doubt: the angel himself told me quite clearly. When we reach Gaul I will reveal another thing to you, something much more important even than the fact that you are with child. But we shall have to speak calmly. Now let us go and take Jesus from that terrible place.’
Joseph, the women and some more of the disciples went again to Calvary. They gently took the body down from the cross and laid it on a white shroud. They made for the tomb where Jesus would be laid. When they got there they washed the body and the wounds, and wrapped it in a new shroud. They prayed to God to protect his Son, then they left the tomb and with the help of the guards they dragged up a great round stone to close the entrance to the tomb. The soldiers remained on guard and the others went to a hiding-place nearby. After three days, in the early morning, a light arose in the sky. The trees around the tomb began to shake violently. The guards, who were sleeping, awoke terrified of the light that was coming towards them. And then an angel appeared out of the bright light and settled on a rock that was part of the tomb where Jesus lay. The guards were amazed at the sight and began to run and to hide; but they could not run properly because of the bright lights and the strong winds, and they fell to the ground. Mary and Mary Magdalene were approaching the sepulcher when they caught sight of the angel, which saw them coming and said:
‘Be not afraid. I know that you have come for Jesus who lately was crucified. But he is no more here. He has risen again, as he foretold to you. Enter and see the place where the Lord was lying.’
The two women went into the tomb and saw that there was no one. The body was no longer there, just some pieces of cloth stained with blood, thrown on the floor. And then the angel spoke to them again:
‘Go now and give the news to the disciples of Jesus. Tell them that the Christ has risen again. He will meet them in Galilee.’
The two of them ran to where the disciples were. Their hearts were heavy, because Jesus would leave them again, but at the same time they were full of joy knowing that he had returned. When they were approaching the house where the disciples were hidden, Jesus came out from behind a great tree and appeared miraculously to them. They both fell at his feet.
Jesus said to Mary:
‘Woman, be not afraid. Get my disciples together and they will meet me in Galilee.’
‘Jesus! Thank God that you are alive!’ exclaimed his mother.
‘I always was alive, woman. Did I not tell you that I would return on the third day? Did you not believe my word?’
‘Of course we did. But only after all that we witnessed.’
‘Jesus, an angel appeared to Joseph and told him that I am expecting a child of yours,’ said Mary Magdalene.
‘Yes, it will be a girl. Take good care of her.’
‘But now that you are alive, why will you not go with us?’
‘I cannot, woman. My father needs me. But I will return soon, do not fear. Now go, and take the news to the others.’
All of them set off for Galilee and there they met Jesus, who gave the disciples his last instructions. Some time later, at nightfall, a great wind arose and grew ever stronger. Dust mingled with sticks and leaves was lifted into the air and blew around the place where they were. Then a great light appeared in the sky, and from the light there came angels of God. Jesus stayed where he was, unmoving. The others, afraid at what was happening, began to draw away little by little. Moments later, the light settled over the body of Jesus, which began to float and to be slowly lifted up towards the centre of the light. As he went up, now Jesus looked upwards and now he looked down at his disciples, who were looking up at him, frightened and amazed. Soon Jesus disappeared in the midst of the light and the angels, who were forming a sort of celestial escort, began to fly into the centre of the light, one by one. The light dimmed and the wind began to drop. The light disappeared into the horizon and turned into one more star in the sky. All those that were present on the hillside began to weep and to speak of the ascension of Jesus.
‘I hope he will come back one day,’ thought Mary Magdalene, putting her hands on her stomach.
The next day, Joseph of Arimathaea spoke to Mary Magdalene:
‘Pack your bags, take only the essentials, and call on the people you trust. We shall leave at once.’
The group of travelers consisted of Mary of Cleopas, Martha Lazarus, Estropius, Sidonius, Sara the black woman, Mary Magdalene and Joseph of Arimathaea. They all set off for Gaul, and when they arrived they were received by Philip.
On the night they arrived, Joseph went to talk to Mary Magdalene.
‘Lady, mark well my words. The same angel who told me that you are with child asked me to keep the blood of Jesus. He told me that Jesus would be born again on earth by means of this blood that I have kept; however only his descendants will be able to open the flask that contains the blessed blood. You must tell this story to the daughter of Jesus, and she will pass it on to her children, and so on down the generations, until the moment of rebirth arrives. When the moment comes, this sacred flask will emit a sound. When the sound is heard, it will mean the time has come. I have made a hole in this wooden chalice which Jesus used at the Last Supper and I have hidden the cylinder in the stem. If we lose the chalice no one will know what is really kept in it. As far as anyone else is concerned, it will simply be the chalice in which I collected the blood of the King at his death. I will stay close to protect you and your descendants, and my descendants will do the same until the time comes; for the angel said that Jesus will be reborn through this blood, and that he shall be carried in the womb of a woman of his lineage.’
‘Joseph, I thank you for what you are doing for me, for Jesus and for our daughter. May your name and your deeds be remembered for all eternity.’
‘It is I who must thank you, for giving me this great and divine honor.’
Time passed. The day of the birth of Jesus’ daughter arrived. On a night full of stars, Mary Magdalene gave birth to a baby girl and gave her the name of Sarah. High above the house where the baby was born, brightly colored lights shone. God´s angels were there to make sure that the daughter of Jesus should be born in perfect safety.
Chapter 1
New York, September 2001
David woke at 6 a.m. as he did every morning. He took a bath, brushed his teeth, put on his school clothes, grabbed his satchel. As he left his room he could see through the half-open door of his parents´ bedroom that they were still asleep, as usual. He tip-toed down the stairs, so as not to wake them. He made breakfast for all the family. On the table he put jam, toast, honey, cheese, fruit, juice, milk and coffee. David loved breakfast time: it was the only time of the day he could be with his parents, who worked all day long and had little time to spare for their only child. Only nine years old, he did everything, every morning. When his parents woke and came down, the breakfast table was ready and there was that special smell of coffee in the air. The family took breakfast together, chatting about the matters of the day - school, friends, politics, science, computers and other adult stuff, but David adored it. He seemed to understand a lot about these things, more than most adults. It was that special time in the morning when they ate, talked, laughed, made plans.
Round about half seven David picked up his satchel and set off to work with his parents. For the last two years, every day, he had been “working” with them. Sarah didn´t like leaving their only son alone in the big, dangerous city of New York.
The three of them set off walking to where Sarah and Richard worked - in the same company, in adjoining buildings. David spent part of the time in his father´s building, part of the time in his mother´s. Sarah was the financial director of the company and Richard the manager of the department of technology. Both of them were paid very well, having been hired at about the same time and for salaries well above the average. What´s more, there was a special area reserved for the children of the staff. However this was the last year but one that David would be going to where his parents worked, because when he was eleven he would no longer be able to stay there. But until that age, the children could study various courses, learn languages, and surf the internet, all under the eye of their parents by means of strategically located cameras. Both the buildings possessed one of these areas, on the same floor. As David had made friends in both buildings he took turns to spend time in each one. At midday everyone had lunch.
At one p.m. David went to school, which was a few blocks away. The mother of one of the children, the wife of one of the staff, took him and her son to the school. But that morning, long before it was time for lunch or for them to go to school, something very unusual happened. While David was chatting with his friends, at 8.46 a.m., they heard, they saw, they felt a huge explosion. The noise was deafening. The heat that overtook them was unbearable. The ceiling began to cave in, and they heard shouts and screams from all directions. The lights had simply gone out. Everything turned dark, hot and noisy. The explosion had been felt in the upper floors, but the heat was very close. Bits of the ceiling began to collapse.
In the confusion, Sarah ran towards where David was. The corridor was only about 30 yards long; but, through the window, David could see his mother desperately trying to push her way through the throng, running along the wing of the building to get to him. Suddenly, because of the thick smoke that was filling the building, David could no longer see his mother. The ceiling started falling on to the people below, many of them were sheltering under tables, many were running, and the flames from the upper floors started to invade their floor of the building. David was paralyzed at the sight, unable to move, simply watching the scene of terror. He began to worry about his mother, gathered his courage and began to run towards where he had last seen her. People were pushing each other, climbing over each other to try and get through the door that led to the fire escape. Crawling between the legs of panic-stricken people, David managed to get to the office where he could find his mother. In the darkness, crying in desperation, he started to scratch through the rubble, looking for her. He began to shout her name, but without success.
‘Muuummyyyy!!! Where are you???’
His cries were unheard among so many other desperate cries.
When his strength ran out he fell to his knees on the floor, in tears and in despair.
‘Mummy, help!! Please, don´t leave me here alone,’ he called out in a weak voice.
When he was almost giving up, he caught sight of his mother´s red hair under a beam which could easily have weighed a ton or more. He got closer and saw that her face was covered with blood. It looked as if she was dead.
‘Mummy, please, don´t die,’ the boy repeated despairingly, trying to awaken her.
David got up and looked around him. He began to see several bodies on the floor and a lot of blood everywhere (what he was seeing there was something that even the bloodiest films didn´t show). He couldn´t believe what he was seeing. At the sight he began to go into shock. Smoke was everywhere. He could hardly breathe. The fire was beginning to spread from the upper floors. People were jumping from the upper floors and smashing into the ground. David, now lying down and practically unconscious from the smoke he had inhaled, decided to make one more effort and tried to drag his mother from under the debris.
‘Come on, Mummy, try! Try! Please don´t leave me now.’
Hardly had David stopped speaking when a huge piece of flaming concrete fell on to his back, crushing his ribs and his legs. David went out like a light. Darkness and silence reigned.
Chapter 2
Berne, Switzerland, April 1999
It was past two o´clock in the morning when several big luxury cars drove through the gates of one of the largest mansions in the Swiss capital. The mansion belonged to one of the most important bankers in the world, Benjamin Uggae, a leader of the secret society which called itself The Illuminati. He was an elderly man, looking to be around seventy-five years old, thin but broad-shouldered, balding and with a perfectly trimmed goatee beard. More than twenty heavily armed security guards escorted the cars, in addition to those guarding the door to the mansion. A total of eight cars drove in through the gates, which were sealed after the last one had passed. As the cars parked, men wearing black tunics with hoods got out and went up the huge marble staircase which led to the main reception room of the mansion. At the side of the stairs, two statues of winged lions in copper observed the guests passing. They were going to a meeting of the leaders of the Illuminati – a secret society created centuries earlier which aimed at dominating and ruling the world. Consisting of hundreds of members scattered throughout the world, its leadership was made up of just thirteen men, members of thirteen families which controlled nearly eighty percent of the world’s wealth. Among them were bankers, media magnates and oil moguls, a Saudi prince and members of other royal families.
These thirteen men were also members of the Bilderberg Club, made up of the most powerful people in the world, aiming to dictate the global rules, and whose main focus was the creation of a single government to rule the world: the same objective as the Illuminati, who had formed the Club. However not all members of the Club knew for sure what the Illuminati´s intentions were. In contrast to the Illuminati, a secret society which left few traces of its existence or even of who its members were, the Bilderberg Club, though closed and with membership available only to the global elite, made no effort to hide its existence. All the meetings, however, generally once a year, were behind closed doors. Always after a meeting of the Club, there was an important development somewhere in the world. Wars, alliances, presidents deposed, presidential candidates announced: in other words, the political future of the world was decided within the Club. The meeting places were secret and were revealed to the members only a few hours before meetings took place. And it was a mysterious fact that none of the great international newspaper or television networks reported these meetings which were attended by the principal political and business leaders of the world (only the independent media issued any reports about them).
In the entrance hall the men greeted each other with kisses and embraces, while a camera focused on their faces to guarantee that there was no uninvited guest. Neither personal security guards nor the house guards were allowed to enter. Wine was offered to the guests. After a few minutes’ wait, a great wooden door, set between two staircases, was opened and all of them started moving towards it. After the last eminent visitor had passed through, the door was closed. Inside, thirteen comfortable armchairs formed a circle in a room with walls of stone, dozens of works of art by famous painters, like Da Vinci and Caravaggio, and burning torches hanging on thirteen columns of marble.
When they were all sitting down, they lowered their hoods so that their faces could be seen more clearly. At one end of the circle, in an armchair a little bigger than the others, sat the grand master of the brotherhood, their host Benjamin Uggae, who was the first to speak:
‘Good evening brothers, I am grateful to you all for making the effort to be here on this momentous occasion. This extraordinary meeting has just one matter to discuss, currently the most important matter of all, which has been of concern to us for several years now. We need a plan to take the life of that damned clone, or our god Enlil will be angry with us. All of us know that we owe our lives and our fortunes to him. I would like to know if anyone has a suggestion for what we can do. Brother Arnold, please put our brothers in the picture as to what is happening in America.’
‘Brothers, our men have been following the Griffin family for years without being able to get close. The boy David is protected by soldiers of Enki and by members of the Priorate of Sian. We have lost more than five of our best men, who were uncovered by them. And even if we were able to get close enough, only a great disaster can kill the boy. It would need to be an explosion or something of the sort; bullets, or other ways of killing, he will easily survive.’
‘Brothers, I have an idea,’ said one of the others eagerly.
‘Speak, brother, any idea is welcome,’ answered the grand master.
‘You remember last year when I told you about a plan that Al Qaeda was working on to attack the United States?’
All of them nodded. The plan of attack on the Twin Towers had been thought up by Al Qaeda, but would only be given the go-ahead with the agreement of the leadership of the Illuminati, since the terrorist leader Osama Bin Laden was a member high up in the organization, although not one of the thirteen leaders. The attack had been given the leadership´s blessing, since they knew that the USA would go to war with Afghanistan, and many of them would profit from it, in arms, oil, shares and so on.
‘Then you will know that one of the main targets of the attack will be the Twin Towers, the World Trade Center.’
‘But how can that help us? How can we make the boy go into the WTC on the day and at the very time of the attacks?’ asked one of the members.
‘Some of us own companies which control other companies which have subsidiaries or even head offices in these buildings. My plan is to hire the parents of the boy to work in one of these companies. If the company doesn’t have a space for children we will arrange for it to create one and to encourage the parents to take their children. The attack will be unexpected and there will be no way they can protect him.’
‘Great idea, brother Abdul!’ exclaimed the grand master. ‘This plan really could work. In the meantime, of course, we have to rely on a bit of luck for the parents to accept jobs in one of these companies.’
‘Brother, all it needs is a high salary to send these Americans crazy. They like money more than we do!’ said one of the members, and all of them chuckled.
‘Very well, is anyone opposed to brother Abdul’s idea?’
There was silence in the room and no one raised his hand.
‘Which of you have companies in those buildings?’
Three members raised their hands.
‘My company controls an oil distribution business with an office in the East Tower,’ said one of them.
‘My investment group controls a technological startup, with several offices in each of the towers,’ said another.
‘Perfect, brother, with a single company working in both buildings we can put the father in one tower and the mother in the other. As the attacks will be on both towers, there’s a good chance the boy will be in one of them,’ said the grand master, enthusiastic with the idea.
‘Agreed! So we have two years ahead of us to plan everything. Brother, when you get home, arrange to hire the boy’s parents, make an offer they can´t refuse, and also do whatever’s necessary to set up an area for the children of the staff, with lessons, computers, games - everything that will attract the children of today, because we have to be certain that the parents will take the boy to their place of work every day.’
‘Leave it with me, I´ll make all the arrangements this week.’
‘Brother Abdul, how is the plan going in the USA? Will the attacks in fact be carried out by planes?’
‘Yes, it’s the easiest way. Al Qaeda already has people infiltrated in the country who are having flying lessons. They will hijack several planes and crash them into the Pentagon, the White House and the World Trade Center at the same time. It will be a historic day.’
‘Indeed it will be historic. But nothing like the last great World War. We were able to make the war happen, but unfortunately we did not win it, or rather, our plan didn´t work out. I hope this plan is a success.’
‘But it is being much more carefully planned and in addition we can count on the element of surprise.’
‘I can´t wait for the day to come! Brother, that’s it, I think we are done for today. Any problem, let me know. In the meantime we’ll go on working on a contingency plan, in case this one doesn’t work out as we hope. Thank you all for coming.’
As he spoke the Grand Master stretched out his hand, raising the forefinger and little finger.
‘Hail Enlil!’ he cried as he got up, and the others replied in unison:
‘HAIL ENLIL!’
Chapter 3
Saudi Arabia, June 1999
The governor of Texas was climbing the stairs of the royal family’s enormous palace, escorted by two soldiers and looking around him in awe at the beauty and richness of the building. At the top of the huge staircase he was met by a beautiful woman with Indian features, covered with jewels and wearing a lovely golden sari. She greeted him and led him into a room which was at the back of a great corridor, lined with pictures and shining objects. Two soldiers were guarding the door to the room. A slight gesture from the woman was enough for them to open the door, letting them both in; and as they entered the hall they were aware of the door closing behind them. A few yards in front of him the governor could see some people, three members of the royal family and another three men in ties, who he did not know. The governor made his way to the table. He was sweating not just because of the heat but because he was nervous, having been invited to the meeting by one of the leaders of the Skull & Bones, a secret society that he had belonged to since he was at Yale, and which represented the Illuminati in the USA. In addition he was going to meet the two main leaders of the Illuminati and members of the Saudi royal family. He had had to cancel various engagements and fly at once to Saudi Arabia. The call had been very emphatic, and as he had known since his time at Yale, for him and for most of the members the organization was above the law; without the brothers’ help he would not have got to where he was.
As he got closer, one of the men with ties got up to greet the governor.
‘Mr. Bush, you are very welcome, I hope you had a good journey,’ said the man, in a cheerful and educated tone, extending his hand to the governor.
‘A very long trip, but it went well, thank you for asking.’
‘My name is Arnold Idimmu, you have probably heard of me.’
‘Yes indeed, I have an account with your bank, as does my father.’
‘Yes, your father and I are good friends. But let me introduce the others. You already know his Royal Highness. This is Benjamin Uggae and this is Frederick Cullen,’ said Arnold, indicating the two men seated at his side.
The governor shook hands with all of them.
‘Please, take this chair. What would you like to drink?’
‘A coffee would be fine, thanks.’
Hardly had he ordered the coffee when he heard the door of the chamber open. He looked round to see who was coming in and could see the outline of his father walking towards the meeting table.
‘Our missing guest has arrived,’ said Arnold, extending his hand to the governor’s father, who greeted the leader and rested his hand on his son´s shoulder.
‘Dad, what are you doing here? You didn´t tell me you’d be at this meeting too.’
‘Good morning, son. It was deliberate, no one must know that we’re together at a meeting,’ he replied, while shaking hands with the others. ‘A coffee for me, too, please. Thank you,’ said the governor’s father to one of the palace servants.
‘Well, now we’re all here, let’s start the meeting,’ announced Arnold who was in the chair. Benjamin was the first to speak.
‘Your father has told us that you intend to stand for the presidency. We would like to know if you are truly determined and ready to do this.’
‘Of course, I´m totally determined. I very much want to be president and I know I am capable of running the country.’
‘Very well, we called you here because we want to finance your campaign. You are well aware that generally the candidate who spends most on his campaign is the one who wins.’
‘Yes, that’s what happens. I´m honored that you want to back me.’
‘You know too that you are a member of a lower order, and that when you became a member you promised to obey its precepts and its laws, putting them above all others.’
‘Of course. That´s how I have always acted since then. I have always done all I can to help the order and our brothers.’
‘We are pleased with your loyalty,’ said Benjamin. Arnold then spoke again.
‘Mr. Governor, our brother Benjamin, as well as one of the most important bankers in Europe, is the major shareholder in Shield Corporation, the biggest arms manufacturer in the world, with some contracts in your country. Probably you didn´t know this. As Benjamin is also a banker we don´t like to have his name mixed up with the arms industry.’
‘I know Shield very well. You make the best armaments in the world,’ answered the governor.
‘And you know too that your family holds large blocks of shares in oil companies, as do our dear brothers of the royal family?’
‘Of course I know, I just don´t know what you´re trying to get at,’ replied the governor, curious to know the reason for so many questions and preparations.
‘Please, let’s cut straight to the chase.’ This time is was his father speaking.
‘Son, what we’re trying to say is that, as they are going to finance your campaign, they will need a return on their investment, which will also benefit our family enormously.’
‘That´s right. We are businessmen and we invest our money where we know we will get a return,’ said Benjamin, putting his teacup down on the huge table.
‘What we want from you, as soon as you are elected, is that you sign purchase and arms development contracts with Shield.’
‘Naturally I understand, I had imagined this would be the case. But where does oil come into the story?’
‘We have a plan that will make America buy arms on a big scale, and in return the country and also your family will have access to a lot of oil.’
‘And what would this plan be?’
‘As soon as you take over as president, you will declare war on terrorism. First you will attack Afghanistan and then Iraq. The attack on Afghanistan will simply be a pretext for attacking Iraq. In this way the USA will take control of Iraq´s petroleum and sell drilling concessions to the companies your family has shares in, which are controlled by our dear friends of the royal family here.’
‘I´m sorry, I didn´t quite get that. You want me to attack two countries for no good reason, and send thousands of Americans to a war to die? Based on what?’
‘As I said: war on terrorism. In the year you take over as president terrorists with ties to our organization will attack the USA. The targets will be the White House, the Pentagon and the World Trade Center.’
‘Impossible, you´re telling me that terrorists are going to attack my country? And just how do they propose to do that? Our military defense is solid; nothing can get close without we know it. And car bombs or suicide bombers can´t do enough damage to justify a war.’
‘We have thought of this too. The plan is to attack the targets with civilian planes. The terrorists will hijack several commercial planes, take control of them and crash them into the chosen targets. It will be a simultaneous attack, all the planes at practically the same time.’
‘My God, a suicide attack of this size? I don´t know what to say!’ exclaimed the governor, stammering and sweating even more.
‘There´s not much you´ll have to do. Just hinder some CIA investigations.’
‘Hinder how?’
‘We´ll be using some Saudi Arabian terrorists who belong to Al Qaeda, which I´m sure you know.’
‘I know them very well: Osama Bin Laden.’
‘Exactly. We are going to finance the terrorist mission. And when it happens, you will declare war on Afghanistan, with the excuse that you are hunting Bin Laden. A couple of years later you will attack Iraq, saying that it is hiding Osama Bin Laden and that the CIA has discovered that the country is making weapons of mass destruction. In this way America will be at war with Iraq.’
‘But what if other countries intervene on behalf of Afghanistan or Iraq?’
‘If that happens, better still, more countries for us to conquer and more arms for us to sell. But it´ll be hard for a country to go to war with the greatest world power, only if they´re crazy.’
‘But don´t you think the plan is very risky?’
‘Mr. Governor, we have everything planned. It can´t go wrong.’
‘Son, look on the bright side. We´ll be toppling a dictator and bringing peace to a country controlled by terrorists, which is Afghanistan´s case. When the American citizens realize that they´ve been attacked in their own homes, they´ll be the first to demand a war against terror.’
‘OK, I agree. We shall be sacrificing a few for the security of the many, and our nation will become even stronger. But I can´t close all the armaments contracts with Shield, people will suspect something.’
‘Of course you can´t. Let´s say you give Shield 80% of the contracts, and the rest to the others,’ replied Benjamin, with a big smile.
‘Very good, son, a wise decision,’ said the senior Bush, putting his hand on his son´s shoulder.
‘The attack is planned for 11th September 2001. When you take office, give the CIA orders to wind down the investigations into Al Qaeda in US territory, and tell them to concentrate on other terrorists,’ said Frederick who had not spoken before.
Frederick Cullen was Benjamin´s right-hand man, apart from being a great military strategist and responsible for the Illuminati´s dirty work.
‘You will receive encrypted instructions via this e-mail. Here is the address and the password for you to access it once a month. When you do so, read the message and delete it immediately,’ said Frederick, handing the governor an envelope.
‘Gentlemen, I think our meeting has been very productive. Thank you all for coming and I shall count on you all to do your best,’ said Benjamin, getting up. ‘And we are grateful to the royal family for giving us the chance to work together once more. I´ll expect you at my house to take tea.’
Benjamin shook hands with their royal hosts and bowed slightly to them, an unusual enough thing as he was more accustomed to have others bow to him.
Then they all got up and walked to the palace exit. At the bottom of the staircase white limousines were waiting to take each of them to his destination. Father and son got into the same car, as they were staying at the same hotel. The son was very nervous, never having been involved in such a vast scheme before, and feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
‘Relax, son, great power requires great responsibility. You´ll quickly get used to the taste of power and see that what we are doing is for everyone´s well-being. I very much hope you´ll keep you word when you are elected. If you don´t …’
‘But father, what if I´m not elected? And if I am, and something goes wrong, can they put the blame on me?’
‘Not if you do your part. If you do everything you´ve been told they can´t blame you if something goes wrong. What I´m afraid of is that you might not fulfill your part of the deal when the terrorist attacks take place. They are very powerful, son, do whatever is in your power, our family will profit and your name will be remembered as the one who fought terrorism and banished it from America. The last president who refused to follow the Illuminati´s instructions ended up dead. You know his name: John Fitzgerald Kennedy.’
Chapter 4
City of Biot, France, 1980
It was past one o´clock in the morning. More than half-a-dozen black cars were scattered around the narrow streets of the city near the little church of Saint Mary Magdalene. All the cars had smoked-glass windows, making it impossible to see who or what was inside. In the cars were men wearing smart black suits and armed to the teeth with a variety of weapons. They were there to protect a secret meeting which was going to start in a few minutes inside the church. Everyone in the city was asleep and every movement was careful and silent, so that the people living nearby shouldn´t notice their presence. Two guards watched the inside of the church, controlling the entrance of the members of the group by the back door. Every five minutes a car drew up at this door and a person wearing a monk´s habit got out. They went to the door and knocked three times at the top and twice at the bottom. It was the sign for the guard to allow them to go in. As they entered the car drove away. In all, eleven monks entered the church.
Inside, the monks began to sit down as they arrived. The place was dark and gloomy and there were torches burning on all the columns which supported the roof of the church. The monks didn´t even look at each other, let alone exchange a word. It was totally silent. And then a monk wearing a white habit appeared at the altar.
‘Good evening, brothers,’ said the white monk in accented French. ‘I appreciate your illustrious presence. Brothers, as you well know, today is a very important day for us. For centuries our predecessors waited, and now we have been waiting for this day. Our last meeting was thirty years ago and, for some of us, this is the first meeting. As you were told, this meeting was to be in the exact place where our relic is buried - and today is the day that we will unearth it.’
The relic they were to unearth had been placed in that church by the Knights Templar in the fifteenth century, and had been lying there in secret until then. Only the family of the grand master, the white monk, knew its exact location. Weeks before the meeting, all the members had received an ancient parchment, delivered personally by trusted messengers of the grand master, informing them. The parchment was sealed with the symbol of the society, which only the members themselves recognized.
Then the white monk went on:
‘Brothers, it happens that our enemies are close to finding this place. So the withdrawal of the relic is more than providential.’
‘Brother, we would like to have the latest news about our enemies. How did you discover that they were close?’ asked one of the monks in a worried voice.
‘Our contact in the CIA is monitoring some of their members, and according to the intelligence report they are already in Marseilles, searching. They have never been so close,’ replied the grand master. ‘Please follow me down under the church. Come this way.’
The white monk climbed down and walked along the wall behind the altar. In the middle were old wooden bookshelves, practically rotten from the damp in the place. With the help of two of the other monks one of the bookshelves was carefully removed. The floor was of white marble, but it was black from years of accumulated dirt. A guard wearing a dark blue tunic took hold of a pickaxe and looked into the white monk´s eyes. The latter gave the signal for him to start breaking the marble in that exact spot. As the guard broke the flooring, instead of the broken pieces of marble staying put or flying into the air, they were sucked downwards. The floor was hollow, in fact it was a passageway. After making a hole about a yard in each direction, they could see iron bars attached to the wall, forming a staircase. The first to go down was the guard. He descended the iron steps carefully, holding a lantern in one hand. When he had gone down about ten feet he stepped on to what turned out to be a wooden trapdoor. He shone the torch on it and saw that it was locked with an enormous black padlock. As the wood seemed old and rotten, the guard raised his head and with a look asked for permission from the white monk to open the trapdoor. Permission was immediately given; and the guard, with a single kick, broke through the wood. The way was clear. He went down another six feet until he could stand on the floor. He shone the lantern round and then began to clear the cobwebs which covered everything.
It was an empty chamber, the walls were made of stone and nothing could be seen except some ancient torches hanging on the wall. One by one the monks climbed down to the chamber, now fully lit by their lanterns. The white monk indicated the exact spot on the wall that the guard should break. The man set to work at once. Some pieces of stone started to fall outwards, but most of them inwards - once again, the place was hollow. With a great effort the guard managed to clear a passage about six feet wide and four high. The guard was the first to make his way through and behind him went the monks with their lanterns lit. They passed along a corridor about eight feet wide, all of stone, for a distance of about fifty yards. The floor sloped down, so that as they walked forwards they gradually went lower. After the fifty yards they found a bend in the passage, and when they went round it the floor started to fall even more steeply. They went on for another hundred yards or so.
Suddenly they came to a huge iron gateway. This time the pickaxe wasn´t enough to break down the gate, and mere kicks were of no use. Then the white monk produced from his neck a piece of string, with two keys attached to it: one of them should open the gate. They were almost identical and the first one that the monk tried was unsuccessful. The second key fitted perfectly and he turned the lock, opening it. The guard pushed the gate but it was very heavy and the first time he failed to open it. He rested a little, and then with a slightly greater effort he pushed it open. Cautiously he entered the place, keeping his lantern in front of him to avoid any nasty surprises. Once again they found an empty chamber, this one a little smaller than the last. The white monk seemed unsurprised and the others, although surprised, were getting used to it.
‘Where should I break now, sir?’ asked the guard, who now seemed a little disheartened.
‘You don´t need to break any more, just let me past,’ said the grand master, moving ahead of him.
He could see, just above his head on one of the walls, some slightly darker stones. He reached up to touch the topmost of them and gave it a push with his two hands. The stone moved and began to slip into the wall. Noises could be heard as of a gearing mechanism working. The noise stopped and the wall slowly began to move. All of them in the chamber just stared with their mouths open.
‘John, you are to guard the entrance. We will go on alone. Many thanks for your help,’ said the white monk, putting his hand on the guard´s shoulder.
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