The Anunnaki Story – Part 2

The Anunnaki Story – Part 2


This is the second part of the science fiction “The Anunnaki Bible”, that you can find on Kindle. The interesting part about this story is that it is based on dreams of encounters and true history! You can buy the book here

Read the first part here:

Emanuel J. Cook looked down into the sea from the side of his ship and stared straight into the eyes of the creature. The air seemed to tremble and the surface of the sea boiled, -was this his imagination? Emanuel thought to himself. Did in fact did universe burn of energy? The intensity in this meeting felt like buzzing electricity, he swore that he had never seen such beauty or felt so alive. Just as he was about to reach out to the creature, the crew of the ship came screaming and hitting tin mugs and plates with spoons and tools. They threw whatever they could find on the abomination. As a heavy object hits the creature, she starts to scream like a siren and the noise cuts like knives through everyone’s heads, except for the Captains. This was something he would never forget and led him out on a journey to find what he thought was the Sirens from Greek Mythology. What he found however, was something that he had never expected…

Captain’s log: “ 1714. Day 34, The world will gaze when I reveal the secret and all that is history will be puzzled together… Day 40, I have been captured by this tribe and it doesn’t look like I have much of a chance getting out alive…Day 51, I am rescued. I couldn’t believe my mind but from the blue sea rose that creature to his aid… “.

Emanuel is a well dressed senior captain in his forties, proud and intelligent. He had made so many journeys across sea that he couldn’t remember them all today but, never had he sunk a ship, he proudly thought. He made enemies with his words “if you sink a ship, you should probably stay on shore”. Emanuel thought that no weather and no turn of the mistress temper was bad enough to go down but, a bad captain can sink a ship even in a puddle.

He put on the captains’ jacket, drew his fingers through the black thick hair and his blue eyes evaluated the image in the mirror. -This is good enough! He said out loud. As he opened the cabin door, he entered the hall with a dark hitting command “Jones, get your lazy dog bones together, we have got work to do”!

The plan was to as soon as possible travel by land to The Sea of Galilee and the “Muster of The Queen” finally saw shore. The sun gazed and the redhead, pale skinned Jones with freckles all over his face, wiped his sore sunburned lips.

Anunnakies – The Story (Aliens)

Anunnakies – The Story (Aliens)

This is the second part of the science fiction “The Anunnaki Bible”, that you can find on Kindle. The interesting part about this story is that it is based on dreams of encounters and true history! You can buy the book here

The Annunaki Bible

Chapter 1 The Beginning

“We will tell you the tale of how it all started, you call us Gods, but bow to the image of you. You say we sent our son and that our son is us. You say that the child is you by image but us in heart. You noticed that a part of us was to deliver you over and over and over again through six millenniums. We will tell you the tale through our perspective”.

All mythology and all Gods you know of in your world is from the Annunaki bible, we are the Gods and creators of Titans, giants and man.

You know of the three spheres in the universe, the sphere of the spirits, the sphere of the living and the sphere of the God(s). The spirits belong to Gaia the Goddess who gave birth to the Titans. The sphere of the living is all creatures and mankind, inhabiting earth. The sphere of God is the spirit, the life of outside the sphere of the goddess Gaia. “

One and only one creature inhabiting the earth can that what no one else can. Not the Gods, not the animals and not the spirits. Only one creature depends on its mind alone and have no other survival skill but its possibility to interpret everything and know all languages.

The tale of Annunaki – The Gods, The Nephilims, The Titans

We never created the offspring to become slaves for gold, as was told about the Annunaki. We set upon earth forty children in forty kingdoms. Each one rose an empire who spoke the three languages that united our worlds even through the barrier of genealogy.

Imagine taking a piece of Gaia a piece of her spirit and placing in some soil that you call clay. Now the clay will know all secrets and the clay will flourish but can speak with non.

Now, imagine taking a piece of Gaia and engineer it to coexist with you in your children, your children will now know all the secrets of the universe because it speaks all languages.

The Nephilim, the Titan – The engineered child with many names

The spirit of Gaia is feelings, mankind speak with voice and the Gods speak with thought and this is how mankind know of life, spirit and God but no other existing creature does.

Who feels but do not speak or calculate? What calculates but do not speak or feel?.

Noticing all the animals react on danger, while most often man is too slow for he stands still and calculate. Why does he calculate, when his body is the same as all the other creators. Notice man feel in his heart when he is needed, notice man feel the spirit of the world, notice man feel God. Notice man create in his own mind what has never been done before. And of all this greatness he speaks!

Genesis – one of the nine verses

“This is only the beginning of what they will do. Nothing they propose to do will now be impossible”.


The tower of Babel, the mountain Olympus and Valhalla – The market hall for all Gods

When god created mankind however, mankind choose to diverge from that what he was created to be, the highest among creatures and the child decided to domesticate the world to fill his needs only and break the bonds between the 40 kingdoms.

The languages that once were united now became scattered to meaningless and over time, man could only remember the spoken word and God became recreated in the image of man, telling the children of the Nephilims that this is how they came upon this earth.

In deception Man now forgot that what he is, is the embodiment of mind, the most perfect being uniting the world’s together for the abundance of all richness of the universe.

The Annunaki story

J’ska thinks back and like in an old movie she remembers the flood raging behind her, swallowing everything in its path, while clinging on to her father’s neck. He held her so tight, running for their lives. It was such a long time ago and the memory is chopped up in pieces. She sees the bridge they are running on like from a distance, she sees the entrance to the flight central that once were covered in marble bricks but now while running toward it, it seemed to be throwing away heavy blocks of foundation. She sees the chaos, she sees the people who are hindered to pass and as soon as they enter a woman tears her from her father and whisper in the ongoing panic “you will be safe, I am sorry for this”. Then black.

She never saw her family after this. Her mother, father and a brother, they all are just gone. They got buried together with the rest of the planet spirit. Thanks to her father she is still alive. Her father said “take only the necessary, we must flee.” He said “ They made a crack in the sky ceiling and because of this it is falling down in very big pieces”.

J’ska moves her hand and opens with her movement the running images of a blue planet. She is surviving floating in the endless creation cradle without her peoples spirit home. Of what once was is only a fraction left and the planet is dead.

She looks at the images of the new beautiful life bearing planet. She asked when she was still a child, why couldn’t they just land and start to live again. The general said, the spirit of this planet don’t support our spirit but, it will and that will be your job. You will find a way.

J’ska never could but the team of engineers did. J’ska became the fleet general after her guardian and early general had passed away. They created a direct link to the spirit.

The nursery

J’ska enters the nursery and in an incubator surrounded with high technology a hybrid son is growing. He looks very much different from anything that have ever seen the light of day. His skin is pale, the eyes are small, ice blue and still his features is much like their own. He is the link, he will talk the language of two spirit worlds and he will communicate with sound to all living creatures. Within 30 years of our counting 300 of these hybrid sons will be born on the blue planet and they will learn to speak the language of the spirit and when they have spoken, they will tell us what needs to be known.

The planet spirit has a voice, it connects all living creatures and all that is continuously transforming. It is not the codes which all life is built upon, it is The code that connects all living. It is that what is.

The general once said to J’ska, the easy part is to see that what you see. The hard part is to see what don’t show, J’ska remembers she couldn’t quite understand and her guardian made the commando bridge turn black in darkness and he said “you can’t see me now, but you can hear my voice, what connects us”? J’ska felt enthusiastic when she answered “the voice” but the general had just shook his head and while the bluish light slowly filled the bridge again he said “think”. For years J’ska tried new answers but each time the general just shook his head, blinked and said “try again, unfold that what is, but is untold”.

The hybrid son dies

The first son who were placed on the new planet died within months. It was a great loss to all of us. Everything seemed to attack him. The smaller inhabitants from which partly his DNA had been extracted from, fought him. The grass cut his feet, while other creatures rested softly in it. The sun swiftly created boils and tumors on his skin and the water shut down his intestines one by one. When he spoke to us, the suffering numbed the whole fleet for weeks. And no one could even speak at the time of his death. He was our son.

We learned much those months. We had been so busy creating a super mind that we had forgotten all about the body and certain survival attributes as anger. We had to start all over again. The hybrid sons that now were growing up, were of no use to us like this. If we would send them to earth, to Ki, we would send them straight to their death. They had to stay but they would be given the role as Gods. They would contribute to the second generation of hybrid sons -the Nephilims, the titans and all creatures we sat upon earth.

We detected some special deviations from the planets inhabitants. Our first hybrid sons had no pigments. We did see this in animal we had engineered too, however the consequences of this on the animals did not seem to strike them at all. The hardest part where the behavior attributes that amongst other would give the next generation hybrid sons, survival qualities in a hostile environment.

The result was Nephilim or titan as they were to be called by the population of the planet. We balanced the aggressive behavior with size and strength instead to not create a new warrior species. But still we missed the very same thing for why we came.

Manoah human, father to the son of An

By the year 70 we had placed 40 new generation hybrids on Earth and all other endeavors to communicate with the inhabitants had been a failure since the Kings of the planet rose against us.

Ishtar who married the black headed man child Manoah and all other hybrids had a gene deficiency, neither of them could recreate but they did fancy the inhabitants of the earth and asked for the bliss of children.

Our advanced technology, our appearances, the hybrids, the children of the childless, it all added up to us becoming preferable gods instead of those who already with slavery dictated the people. For we had the power to change their world.

It started to feel like all our endeavors had been to populate the world with new species. Within 10 years and 300 new children both, males and females had been born.

The Asteroid belt – The death of million of species

Once their spirit home was hit, the rest of the pieces recoiled in the atmosphere across the universe hitting earth. Earth was stronger than our home, the General said to J’ska. She asked him again “what does -unfold that what is, but is untold- mean”? The General looked at her and said “what is that, that we can’t see but is -for the evidence of it is missing, still it shines as bright as the sun”? J’ska felt more confused and angry. She thought that he could just tell her and don’t play these riddles. Obviously the answer was important enough to make them spend their lives in space waiting.

You must learn to think, he said. Did you ever encounter those nasty small lizards that always came by the hundreds? Those amongst other creatures we breathe in the nursery? J’ska did remember, she remembers her father running out from the house to help an outer terrestrial tourist in panic. Yes, she answered I did, they are quite special. That my dear, the General said, is evolution. That contains the evidence of what you can’t see.

J’ska looks back and remember the man picking fruits in the garden and one of those small neel lizards with their feet and abdomen covered with small neel like hair, hurried up his leg and swiftly crawled into his ear and to his nose before the man panicked. Father who was just nearby shouted at the top of his lunges “don’t throw it away”. But the man did. So within seconds hundreds of lizards was crawling into all openings they could find on the man’s body. My father ran as fast as he could with a year in one hand and the lid to it in the other. Somehow he managed to calm the man down and took the jar with some sweet gel inside it, caught one of those lizards and dropped it in it. Within just a few seconds the lizards had left the man and they all worked over each other to reach the gel. My father put the lid on and went out to the forest. He said while leaving the shocked man “they are not dangerous, they thought you hid something, each one is a scout for the rest of the population”.

J’ska didn’t grow any wiser by that story but she left the question for now. She mourned the loss of a world.

Gilgamesh, the son of Lugalbanda. One part man, three parts God

Gilgamesh sits by the river and as he feels the water, he thinks “I am connected” and in the same time he amazes over the beauty that he see in the scenery. Inside his head he hears J’ska. “What are you doing, you are not focused”. He cuts an imaginary bond to his vision and answers her just as if she had stood before him. “I was touching the water which says that in the east, the sky is burning and it doesn’t feel good” J’ska was worried, more and more rebellion had raised and whatever technical advancement they brought to this world the titan gods, their own allies and god kings turned against them and stole everything to the cost of lives and the lives of new generation hybrid children.

Gilgamesh was stronger, his nervous system grew through the back of his spine, all the way out of his skull leaving the image of a thick and lustrous hair. He was perfect, as J’ska said. He could fight an army or tame a lion, without any effort. He was also the enemy target. They said that when Gilgamesh fall, the city will fall.

However, Gilgamesh was fearsome. If any man or woman could prove that they were a friend of him, they would be left alone and not fought down. For Gilgamesh, talked to the Gods in the sky and the Gods came to him carrying lightning and thunder, creating storms when they arrived.

Gilgamesh could spend hours each day, connected to J’ska and to the earth spirit and he also helped the Nephilim’s gather supply to the fleet. There were tables filled with grapes and fruit, there were buckets of metal and cloth and as thanks to the community, the technical development and social codes increased among the inhabitants.

Gilgamesh turned back from the river that evening to the sunset cave, a great tower built by the first hybrids of Dilmun, the carp headed titans, those who came from the sea, the specialists of rock building – the Apkallu. They lived with and taught the simple man all he needed to know, they were educated and technically advanced. They taught about civilization, Me and medicine but, best of all they knew agriculture and how to build these amazing cities in stone. They built the enormous stone structures in lakes and then leveled it, by lowering or increasing it. They could turn the water as they saw fit.

Gilgamesh amazed at the sight, it looked like a mountain from a distance but, when he came closer he could see that rooms and walls surrounding the tower had been carved out from the hard stone. Pillars rose from floor to ceiling and in the top of the mountain a fountain of light cascaded brightly towards the stars.

Gilgamesh saw as he came closer, two guardians by each side of the wall opening standing like giant statues warning anyone who came too close that this is what they will fight if they mean to enter without a citizenship.

Gilgamesh was concerned about the fire in the east that Gaia had let him see and through the cloth covered stone city he walked to the top of the tower. He saw his likes closing the surrounding doors in their homes as he passed by, some nodded in respect. When he entered the Great hall of light at the top of the mountain he saw his father God, Lugalbanda. “Why are you here”? Gilgamesh said and was surprised that the old but first of the hybrid Gods paid him a visit after so many years.

Lugalbanda looked at his son “I know you will ask our fathers for more strength by the holy light but, each time you gain more power son, I can feel through Gaia, holy mother of gods that you are changing”. Gilgamesh had noticed a small disturbance within himself but he didn’t concern too much about it. – It’s controllable he said as he knelt in the light. -This light, his father said, was not supposed to strengthen you, it was supposed to bring life to hybrids made by our hand. Lugalbanda put his hand on Gilgamesh shoulder but Gilgamesh swiftly shook it off. – Who, he said with the spoken word, will save our gods and titans from the gods and titans we ourselves created now that our world is burning, in all my knowledge of three languages I also feel you father and you are losing your strength to shield your people!

Within seconds Gilgamesh started to glow and the veins on his neck pulsated in heat, all broken up like turns of the river and blue to the color. He rose and turned around with such great power that the Hall of Light came upon like thunder, he grabbed his father by the neck and pushed him against the stone wall and said with the spoken word – I will do your job fool, I have a rebellion to depress, I will suffocate the insolent bastards, no more Gods than you with your cowardliness.

Lugalbanda opened a link to J’ska “stop Gilgamesh, stop my son”! J’ska got the order as she went to the nursery to check the progress of the neel lizards. You don’t say no to Lugalbanda since he spent so many years in man years, as a good God and King. She wished that she could have heard Gaia too but, Gaia was ascended from earth and the mother of the hybrids and therefore not connectable without one.

J’ska returns as quickly as she can to the bridge and with a movement of her hand she sends an electric shock through Lugalbanda that makes Gilgamesh get electrified and shot back. He lost his grip and fell down. J’ska ask Lugalbanda “show me what you see”.

Lugalbanda blocks J’ska this time. He recovers from the loss of air “I love you my son, this is one of the gifts we were blessed with, don’t lose this” he says. Gilgamesh tries to feel but feel nothing, he only remembers feelings and suddenly he realizes that he lost contact to Gaia. -I will do what is needed of me, he say with the spoken word… To be continued

Are we 2 creatures, in the same body?

Are we 2 creatures, in the same body?

Throughout history mankind have worshipped its possibility to think. The more advanced thoughts has been seen as voices from entities, from Gods, from aliens or own intelligence. 

I think, therefore I am.

But what if, I would tell you that “what you think is only a mirror of what you THINK, you think”?

Your thoughts are only the second hand information and interpretation of what you really know and experience. Let’s put this down in understandable fractions:

When burning yourself accidently on your hand the skin immediately start to repair itself. A nasty looking shimmering scar is left. This leaves us with two objectives. 1, we are more than happy to have recovered the accident. 2, why does it look so different?

I have discovered (without a thorough investigation) that as the human body is divided into two halves from creation -it picks information from the healthy side to repair damage on the injured side. 

1 Since the two halves of the body is not exactly the same, the code key when healing is not completely matching. 

2 The older we get less matching codes are left, making the copying result look even more mismatching.

So lets say that my theory is correct, that the body heal because of that an “echo” is constantly sent out checking for matching codes to puzzle up mismatching ones. Then, our brain is doing the same thing, physically both in repairing itself and repairing thoughts.

Our head is a part of the body and therefore built with the same possibilities. 

Luther and Jeanne d’Arc had one thing in common, they both talked to God and God gave them authority. These two people are famous for what they accomplished. Down to ground level we all know people who talk to angels, their God, to ghosts and sometimes aliens. 

So, I would like to know what you think. Is our thoughts first hand information, sending out an echo to its not entirely same mirroring side while searching for answers? OR are our thoughts the mirror, with good or bad translating of first hand information?

Depending of what you think, your life will change, opening up a new window. 

If what we experience is first hand information, then the mirroring side are our backup plan to mend what is broken or build what is needed that what we can not see clearly by just past knowledge.

But, if our thoughts on other hand are the mirroring side or second hand information translator. Then -what is the “true” source behind our need to interpret what we can’t vision clearly?

We know by evidence that neurons are physically the true scouts that send information in the brain. 

But again IF, I am correct we must have an impulse code reader and generator that makes our bodies become vessels for a second being. This second being would be who we really are.

If this is true, each one of us would be smart energy entities that can’t experience life without a body. We as humans in opposite, would still be living in caves if not being able to mirror the entity in its full capacity. 

Meaning that energy or electricity are likely to be built like different composed pieces of music. When colliding, if too much different they cause degeneration of cells or mutation of DNA. If composed is an entity, otherwise a charge. 

//CCD Webstynx

Are there really UFO’s?


Hi my name is ChristineCleopatra! I am starting to give out articles from my marketing forum as from today. Hopefully these will continue every week. One of the subjects that I find most intriguing to discuss are, as you know “what is really out there”. I seem to find myself in two fields. One is as experienced of unnatural events and the other are as the disbeliever. 


However, I believe that equally many as who have had experienced something “spaced out”, just make stories up. Too bad I think. We find ourselves watching lizard videos on Youtube and feel both amused and sickened by the striking on real situations with overwhelming false and most ridiculous stories. The same goes for Illuminati and other. -How can we find the truth when so many seem to be puking out their vivid and most colorful imagination that actually are covering up the truth, more than any government could ever manage themselves.

Look at this picture

This picture has been shared or even used as the headline of 25 billion stories! Clicking in on the link for “visually similar images” gives us 25 more millions of extra terrestrial proof. But honestly – what is it really, that we are watching? When I wrote the first chapters of my science fiction “The Anunnaki Bible” I ended the stories with “is these old proofs, really proof or are we just so used to see the same things, that we don’t understand over and over again, that it finally grew meaning”? I think it is important to know “where in time we created species from other planets”.

The first picture is a Lithoxus lithoides -a fish!

The second picture is one of hundreds of tiny pieces of gold jewelry found near the Magdalena River in north central Colombia. About one hundred years ago. They were shaped like animals, and only a few centimeters in size. They are believed to be from the Tolima culture and crafted between 500 and 800 BCE, long before the Wright Brothers made their famous trip at Kittyhawk.

-This in 1954!

It is not a secret that we have adapted the form and figure of nature when dealing with nature. Look at our ships. What if they would be totally square? Or totally circular? What if the Wright brothers would have made their first flying object formed as a tree?- How much more fun wouldn’t it be, building treehouses for family passengers?

It is simply nothing new, that we copycat everything we see and produce copies of the original for thousands of years to come. We are simply not bright enough to create anything we don’t know. Still we have the fabulous idea of that “aliens” from other planets probably will look like things we like to look at…

Lovecraft’s “The call of Cthulhu

“Now all my tales are based on the fundamental premise that common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large. To me there is nothing but puerility in a tale in which the human form—and the local human passions and conditions and standards—are depicted as native to other worlds or other universes. To achieve the essence of real externality, whether of time or space or dimension, one must forget that such things as organic life, good and evil, love and hate, and all such local attributes of a negligible and temporary race called mankind, have any existence at all. Only the human scenes and characters must have human qualities. These must be handled with unsparing realism, (not catch-penny romanticism) but when we cross the line to the boundless and hideous unknown—the shadow-haunted Outside—we must remember to leave our humanity and terrestrialism at the threshold. — H. P. Lovecraft, in note to the editor of Weird Tales,

on resubmission of “The Call of Cthulhu”.”