ANCIENT ALIENS: MARRADIANS AND ANUNNAKI: VOLUME ONE: EXTRATERRESTRIAL HOLIDAYS

by ILIL ARBEL

  Lilith became a full-fledged Anunnaki. Since the Anunnaki can live for hundreds of thousands of years, she currently resides happily on Nibiru with her husband, Lucifer. They have two children, now grown and with families of their own of many generations, and a few cats. Lilith is a teacher, working with youth (on Nibiru, people are children until they reach the age of 71) and preparing them for their studies at the great Nibiru Academies. She mostly forgot her early days; the only trace that remains from her Earthly adventures is that Lilith thoroughly dislikes humanity, and would not have anything to do with any of us.

  BONUS CHAPTERS

  In this section, you will read two chapters from my previous book, Anunnaki Ultimatum: End of Time. I must warn you that some of the facts are disturbing. Chapter Six includes graphic descriptions of the Grays experiments. Chapter Eleven depicts the grim reality of the hybrid’s life. It’s up to you to decide if you wish to pursue these subjects.

  Chapter Six:

  The Unthinkable Horrors

  We were going to our wedding trip in Paris in a few days. Marduchk had some business with the Council, regarding a new assignment which he planned to work on after our return, so I had a few days to settle down and prepare for the trip. But there was nothing to prepare, really, since everything was ready, packed, and arranged in the spaceship in a few minutes. Therefore, I decided to take Sinhar Inannaschamra at her word and make a little visit to the Academy. I asked her if it were convenient, while she was having dinner with us one evening, and she was delighted to oblige.

  The next morning I went to the Academy. It was a huge, sprawling complex of buildings, all of them connected in the traditional Anunnaki architecture, and when I first saw it, during my previous visit, I remember thinking how amusing it was that even on another planet, places of higher education had the same look as our own universities. The gray stones, the ivy-like climbers, the winding walks among ancient trees. You simply could not mistake it for anything else but a place of learning. Sinhar Inannaschamra took me to her own office, which was a very pleasant library with thousands of conical books and desks cluttered with more cones and ancient manuscripts. The light that filtered through the climbers by the windows tinted the air with green, and soft armchairs made you wish you could settle for a good reading session that would last for hours.

  Sinhar Inannaschamra was pleased with my admiration of her place. “Yes, I love working here,” she said. “I cannot imagine myself working anywhere else. I have been here for ages, ever since I have decided on my mission, which in my case was teaching future generations about the history of the Anunnaki and its relationship to the universe. And the more I teach, the more I learn, and the more I realize how infinite is the field… which brings me to a question I really wanted to ask you but did not think, yesterday, that it was a topic for a dinner conversation. Did you devote some thoughts to your own future mission?”

  “Not really,” I said, a little embarrassed. “Miriam said I should not rush into it. She suggested I concentrate on the four parts of the ceremony, then the trip, then settle down for awhile, and only then start thinking about it.”

  “Oh, of course, there is no rush whatsoever,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra. “I was thinking about it merely because if you have something in mind, I would start your studies by introducing you to it, rather than go randomly at various subjects.”

  “Well,” I said, considering. “I know one thing. I am a beginner, a stranger, and rather young. I don’t think I would do very well with species I am not familiar with, and I don’t think I can feel comfortable, at this stage, with shape-changing. In addition, I have a very strong interest in the fate of the hybrid children on earth, considering that this was what I was asked to do when I had just started my relationship with the Anunnaki.”

  “Do you think, then, that you may be willing to work with the hybrid issue? Some of it is very nice, like your situation, because the Anunnaki treat the people they contact with utmost respect. But other species are not exactly like that. Some of it is even gruesome.”

  “I think I can only make such a decision if I am to know what really happens with the hybrids,” I said. “Even if it is gruesome, I am aware that not everything I will encounter in my life here is wine and roses, even though it sometimes does seem like a paradise.”

  “You display an excellent attitude,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra. “I am sure that if I show and tell you a few things, you will have a better base on which to form an idea and eventually to make a decision. The first thing we must talk about is the situation with the Grays.”

  “The small extraterrestrials with the bug eyes, right?” I said.

  “Yes. They do not contact people like we do, on your planet. They abduct them. You are probably familiar with many stories that come from the people that they have abducted, but much of what these people say is inaccurate, and based upon mind control that the Grays exercise on them. I am going to tell you a bit, and then, if you feel up to it, we will take a short trip on my spaceship and visit one of their labs.”

  “Would they let you in? Aren’t they dangerous?”

  “Dangerous? Very. But not to an Anunnaki. We are much stronger and they are afraid of us. If I come to their place and demand to see a lab, I will see a lab. In addition, I want to show you a few things on a monitor. Some will be extremely unpleasant, but it cannot be avoided if you want to learn something.”

  “What do they want of us on earth?”

  “There are a few things that they want. First, they want eggs from human women and use them to create hybrids. Let’s take a look at this monitor, and I’ll show you how they do that. But Victoria, steel yourself. This is pretty horrible, even though I have seen even worse. You will also be able to hear, it is like a television.”

  The monitor blinked and buzzed, and a small white dot appeared on the screen. It enlarged itself, moved back and forth, and settled into a window-like view of a huge room, but the view was still rather fuzzy. I heard horrendous screams and froze in my seat; these were sounds I have never heard before.

  After a few minutes the view cleared and I saw what seemed to be a hospital room, but it was elliptical, not square. Only part of it was revealed, as it was elongated and the far edge was not visible. The walls on the side were moving back and forth, like some kind of a balloon that was being inflated and deflated periodically, with a motion that made me dizzy; they seemed sticky, even gooey. The room was full of operation tables, of which I could see perhaps forty or fifty, on which were stretched human beings, each attached to the table and unable to move, but obviously not sedated, since they were screaming or moaning. Everyone was attached to tubes, into which blood was pouring in huge quantities. I noticed that some of the blood was turning into a filthy green color, like rotting vegetation. At the time I could not understand what that was, but later that day I found out. This blood was converted to a suitable type for some of the aliens that paid the Grays to collect it, and it was not useful in its raw condition.

  The creatures who operated these experiments were small and gray, and they had big bug eyes and pointy faces without any expression. I thought they looked more like insects than like a humanoid species. They wore no clothes, and their skin was shiny and moist, like that of an amphibian on earth. It visibly exuded beads of moisture which they did not bother to wipe away.

  Each operating table had complicated machinery that was poised right on top of the person who was strapped to it. On some of the tables, the machinery was lowered so that needles could be extracted from them automatically, and the needles reached every part of the human bodies, faces, eyes, ears, genitals, stomach. The people screamed as they saw the needles approaching them, some of them fainted. Many of the people were already dead, I could swear to that. Others were still alive but barely so, and some had arms and legs amputated from their bodies. It was clear that once the experiment was over, every single person there would die.

  I don’t know how I could continue to look, but someh
ow I managed. I looked at the ceiling of this slaughter house and saw meat hooks, on which arms and legs and even heads were hanging, like a butcher’s warehouse. On the side of the tables were large glass tanks where some organs were placed, possibly hearts, livers, or lungs, all preserved in liquids.

  The workers seemed to be doing their job dispassionately and without any feelings, moving around like ants and making buzzing sounds at each other as they conversed. They were entirely business-like and devoid of emotion. At least, their huge bug eyes did not convey any emotion to me, neither did their expressionless faces.

  I watched until I could no longer tolerate it, and finally covered my eyes and cried out, “Why don’t you stop it? Why don’t you interfere?”

  Sinhar Inannaschamra turned the monitor off. “This event is a record from decades ago, Victoria. It is not happening now as we look. And even though often we do interfere, we cannot police the entire universe or even the entire earth. They know how to hide from us. And you must understand, that often the victims cooperate with their abductors.”

  “Why would they?”

  “Basically, through mind control. The Grays have many ways to convince the victims. The Grays can enter the human mind quite easily, and they find what the abductees are feeling and thinking about various subjects. Then, they can either threaten them by various means, or persuade them by a promise of reward.”

  “Reward? What can they possibly offer?”

  “Well, you see, they show the victims images through a monitor, just like this one. They tell them that they can send them through a gate, which is controlled by the monitor, to any number of universes, both physical and non-physical. That is where the rewards come in. For example, if the abductees had originally reacted well to images of Mary or Jesus, the Grays can promise them the joy of the non-physical dimensions. They show them images of a place where Mary and Jesus reside, where all the saints or favorite prophets live, and even the abode of God. They promise the abductees that if they cooperate, they could live in this non-physical universe in perpetual happiness with their deities. Many fall for that.”

  “And if they resist?”

  “Then they show them the non-physical alternative, which is Hell. Would you like to see some of it?”

  “You can show me Hell?” I asked, amazed.

  “No, there is no such thing as Hell… it’s a myth that religions often exploited. But I can show you what the Grays show the abductees, pretending it is Hell; they are quite devious, you know. You see, some creatures live in different dimensions, where our laws do not apply. Sometimes, they escape to other dimensions. These beings have no substance in their new dimensions, and they need some kind of bodies to function. At the same time, the Grays can tap into numerous universes, because they can control their own molecules to make them move and navigate through any dimension. Well, a cosmic trade had been developed. The Grays supply the substance taken from human abductees, and from the blood of cattle. You must have heard of cattle mutilation, where carcasses of cows are found in the fields, entirely drained of blood? The Grays do it for their customers.”

  “How do these creatures pay the Grays?”

  “By various services. Once they get their substance, they are incredibly powerful in a physical sense. The old tales of genies who can lift buildings and fly with them through the air were based on these demons; the Grays often have a use for such services. But let me show you a few of these creatures. Of course, you can only see them when they have already acquired some substance from the Grays.”

  The monitor hummed again as Sinhar Inannaschamra turned it on. The white dot expanded into its window, which now, for some reason, was larger and took over the entire screen. All I could see was white fog with swirls floating through it. Sometimes the fog changed from white to gray, then to white again. I started hearing moans. Not screams, nothing that suggested the kind of physical pain I saw before, but perhaps just as horrible, since they voices where those of hopelessness, despair, and emotional anguish. Every so often I heard a sound that suggested a banshee’s wail, or keen, as described in Irish folklore.

  “It will take a while for someone to show up,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra. “Most of them have no substance, and therefore they are invisible. Others have a shadowy substance. Then, there are the others… but you will see in a minute. Once they notice they are being watched, they will flock to the area, since they are desperate to get out. Incidentally, it was never made quite clear to me how they produce sounds without bodies, we are still trying to find out what the mechanics are, but it’s not easy, because we would rather not go there in person.”

  “They sound horribly sad,” I said.

  “This is what makes it so Hell-like. In many cultures, Hell never had any fire and brimstone and tormenting devils, but rather, it was a place of acute loneliness, lack of substance, and alienation from anything that could sustain the individual from a spiritual point of view. Think of the Greek Hades, or the ancient Hebrew Sheol, before the Jews made their Hell more like the Christian one. Look, here comes the first creature. Poor thing, he is a shadow.”

  I saw a vaguely humanoid shape in deep gray. It seemed to have arms, which it waved in our direction. It was fully aware of the monitor. Then another shadow, then another, all shoving each other and waving desperately at the monitor. Then something more substantial came into view, and I jumped back as if it could reach me. It seemed to be a severed arm. Cautiously, I came back, and then saw that the arm was attached to a shadow body. I looked at Sinhar Inannaschamra, speechless, and she said, “Yes, here you see one that managed to receive an arm. It wants to complete its body, of course, so that it can get out of this dimension and serve the Grays, but the Grays keep them waiting until they want them.”

  More and more came, clamoring for attention. “Do they think we are Grays?” I asked.

  “Yes, they do. They can’t tell the difference, all they know is that they are watched, and they try to get the attention of the watchers. It’s incredibly cruel, but if you feel for them, which I still do, remember that at the same time they become murderous, cruel creatures themselves as soon as they escape their dimension and join the Grays.”

  Another half thing came into view. It had eyes stuck in the middle of a half-formed face, each eye different. The face seemed mutilated, somehow, until I realized it had no nose and no chin. Floating heads, arms, legs, torsos – they all jostled in front of the monitor, each more horrible than the other. And then I saw the worst thing imaginable.

  “Sinhar Inannaschamra!” I screamed. “This is a baby’s head! A floating baby’s head! What in the world it is attached to?”

  “Another shadow,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra. “They don’t care what age the substance comes from. Sometime the babies’ heads or limbs get attached to big adult bodies.”

  “They use babies,” I said, sobbing. “Babies…”

  “Yes, this is the kind of creatures we have to tolerate,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra sadly. She looked at me and realized I could not take any more of this Hell, and so turned off the monitor.

  “This was something,” I said, shivering and trying to recover.

  “Indeed,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra. “So you see, they can easily show them horrific pictures of Hell, enough to frighten them to such an extent, that they are sure to obey. Interestingly, the abductees, under such threats, often develop physical, psychosomatic effect in the form of scratches, burns, or even stigmata, on parts of their bodies. Of course, sometimes the Grays burn them with laser beams as a form of punishment or of persuasion, and sometimes the wounds are produced simply by the radioactive rays emanating from the spaceship, like what sometimes happens in nuclear plants on earth, or during nuclear explosions. But most often it is the mind reacting to the image.”

  “How horrible…” I said weakly.

  “It gets worse,” said Sinhar Inannaschamra. “They can show them the physical universe as well. They would project, on screen, well-known events t
hat occurred during times in which humanity was utterly cruel, or when war, famines, and plagues ravished the earth. They might show them the Crusades, or Attila the Hun, or the Nazi concentration camps, or the famine in Ireland, or the black plague in Europe, and threaten them that they can open a gate through the monitor, and abandon them there for the rest of their lives.”

  “The poor things. No wonder they obey,” I said.

  “Yes, you see, the Anunnaki tell you the truth when they contact you. They let you know that they cannot change the past, nor can they interfere with the future. But the Grays lie. They tell the abductees that they can change events in the past, from day one, and that they could project and change life at two, five, or ten thousand years in the future of humanity.”

  “I wish you would just wipe them of the face of the universe,” I said.

  “We don’t do such things. Some of us recommend it, but we just don’t. Anyway, they have other systems of persuasion. Some women have a very strong reaction to the images of children. The Grays catch it, of course, and then they tell the women that they have been abducted before, years ago, and were impregnated by the Grays. Then they show them a hybrid child and tell them that this is their own child. Many of the abductees who are thus psychologically influenced fall into a pathological attachment to the hybrid child. Then the Grays tell them that if they don’t fully cooperate, they will take the child away. The woman cooperates, the experiment takes place, and then the Grays make them forget the child and place them back in their beds at home. Usually, some vague memory remains, since the Grays don’t care about the well being of their victims and don’t bother to check if the memory is completely cleaned out.”