~Genesis~

A shot at Flash Fiction

~Genesis~

Lightly slapping Jake the novelist/theologian/archaeologist, (he had impressive credentials in all three disciplines) brought him back to consciousness. His wrists were secured to the arms of a wooden chair. With no inkling of where he was or what was happening, he began to struggle until he saw an incredibly striking woman standing in front of him. Her body was a dichotomy of voluptuous curves and hardened muscularity. Pale skin, vivid emerald green eyes, pure white hair past her waist and dressed in all white. Hanging from her blue belt with a skull shaped buckle, a gladius short sword reminiscent of those carried by the Roman Legionnaires. Almost breathless he whispered, “The legends are true. You’re her.”

           “Yes Jake. I am the Erran Comista of Earth.” His eyes grew wild as he scanned the vault filled with weapons, artifacts and the fabled thirteen Blue Crystal Skulls. “Your safe, Jake. This is Shewuma, my Crevetch, Kachina and a Chieftess of the Hopi nation.”

           There stood a beautiful Native American woman wearing a short buckskin dress with copper skin, brown oval eyes and long black hair in a single braid. Fit and lean, wearing a battle belt stocked with knives and a tomahawk, and sporting a quiver of arrows and a black compound bow with a lightning bolt painted down the length of it. She nodded acknowledgement, “Shewuma means White Bird in English.”

           To her right, Debbie motioned to a man of average height, but powerful build. With a purple Katana slung over his shoulder, he wore a Glock .45 on one hip and a Buck hunting knife on the other. “And this is our husband Jimmy, Holy Warrior and leader of the mighty Clan of Callan. He is going to release your hands, but don’t do anything silly. Okay?”

           “Yes Miss, I mean Ma’am, I mean Comista,” he flustered, still trying to take it all in. Debbie pushed a nerve in his neck and stepped back. Jake instantly felt calm. “I’ve heard the legends that the Nephilim from the Bible were Aliens. That Satan was their leader and sought control of Celestial energy by stealing the Blue Crystal Skull Computers from you.”

          “Tell me more.”

          “His minions hunted you and yours for years with Men in black, aliens and government assassins until you three killed him and saved mankind.”

          “Not exactly. But our army of Hybrids did destroy Lucifer’s horde and we blinded him and drove him into the Bloworld.”

           “Bloworld, Comista?”

           “You know, civilizations of the underground? Hollow Earth theories? Never mind. We have been hunting him these past 25 years. But that’s another story. I want to talk about your story, Jake. I know you’re writing a revised first chapter of the King James version of the Bible. Good luck with that by the way. Your New Testament revision of the Resurrection of Jesus was pretty spot on. But your investigative journalism on chapter one, though dogged, is wrong. I’m going to tell you what really happened in the beginning to get you on the right track.” She handed him a rolled up document of incalculable age. “This Interstellar Holy Writ is your corroborating evidence. It explains everything. It’s written in the dead language of Atlantis but I will insert it’s translation into your into your mind and then wipe it. Like the rest of this encounter, you will wake up later knowing it happened but not knowing how or why.

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           "Jake, wake up! Where have you been all night?”

           He sat up, groggy. Looking around he realized he was in his own kitchen. Ignoring his wife’s heated ramblings he spied the old rolled up parchment on the table. What was it, he couldn’t recall. “Be quiet and help me Louise.” They rolled it open gently and secured the edges with water glasses. Somehow he already knew the sheepskin was real but the brittle texture, dank and dingy smell and yellowish color confirmed the age. The writing was some bygone vernacular. “This will take months to just figure out the language, forget translating it.” Then it came together in his mind. “Louise, I remember this. I can read it. Listen.”

Rosahi Famo Manifesto

Aliens exist. Countless different civilizations with advanced Dark Matter technologies have traveled the universe for millions of years. What we know for sure about all of them is they need endless volumes of natural resources to function. Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of years ago, our solar system was discovered by a race of aliens the ancient Sumerians called the Anunnaki. These beings began to immediately harvest the find of a millennium. The third, fourth, and fifth planets from the sun teamed with gold, silver, mercury, quartz crystals, and many other elements and minerals that were coveted by technologies of the future. Soon, other alien races arrived, demanding that such a bounty be shared. A bitter war ensued between many of the alien factions. The fifth planet from the sun between Mars and Jupiter, then called Ceres, was completely destroyed. Nothing remains now but an orbiting mass of rubble called the main belt. The fourth planet, Mars, was left a barren rock. Earth, the richest of the planets, was all that remained. War continued to rage until the aliens realized Earth also faced annihilation. Led by a gleaming race known as Errans, the warring factions came together to negotiate a treaty. Legend says that the aliens divided the earth among themselves using the world’s natural magnetic ley lines as boundaries. Anunnaki, Reptilians, Errans, Greys, Nephilim and Mantis were the names of aliens that were preserved from antiquity in religious texts and historical documents as GODS. GODS who shaped the history of the Earth. GODS who bred monsters, demons, and freaks. GODS who created man in their image.

           “Well Jake, that sounds like a lot of hokey. This thing is obviously a fake.”

           Jake stood and answered her with the intensity and reverence that comes with true knowledge. “No, Louise.

This is the new Gospel of Genesis, Verse One.”