by Sue Watkins
“Anyway, back to my notebook. What I wrote over fifty years ago was that this cuneiform was actually telling the story of sky gods who took someone to travel among the stars, and I noted I thought maybe these flying machines were inter-dimensional!”
“Really,” Emmett’s eyes widened, “what made you think that?”
“Well, actually, I noted the cuneiform referred to something I believe alluded to hyper-dimensional travel. The pictographs lead me to believe the author of the cuneiform was writing the words: ‘excessive travel is within the speed of thought.’ So what I’m telling you, according to my interpretation fifty years ago, the so called sky-gods’ machines were powered by thought.” Ray smiled and shook his head, “I even copied the writing of the cuneiform and studied each mark. To cut to the chase, my conclusion was these were not extra-terrestrial beings or crafts that were being described, but spirit beings flying hyper-dimensional crafts.”
“And you forgot this?” Emmett grinned.
“Yeah, remember that was in the sixties and space travel wasn’t much more than going up in a rocket and orbiting a couple of times and coming down again. I guess the reality of it I wasn’t supposed to remember until now. Also back then, no one was working under the assumption we were dealing with anything other than a religious myth. I too, honestly thought what was on the cuneiform was a myth. I wouldn’t have believed in a million years there was even a remote possibility there was some truth connected to the ability to travel in an UFO. Everyone believed the writer of the cuneiform was Gilgamesh, or that it was about him. However, I had my doubts even then. We weren’t working with a complete record. By that, I mean the tablet itself was not intact. There were fractures and chips in it, and after reviewing my pencil copy of the cuneiform, I’m even less inclined to believe the cuneiform had anything at all to do with Gilgamesh. I’m actually more inclined to believe the record is either a story of or an experience of Enmerkar.
“But moving on, it would take me all afternoon to discuss the different findings unearthed in the last hundred years that have caused those in my profession to believe our ancestors were extremely sophisticated and technically advanced. In some cases, perhaps more so than we. But on that dig fifty some odd years ago, no one was saying any such thing. There have been many discoveries that remain hidden from the public. I mean, does the public know that two or three thousand years ago, computers existed, electrical and electro-magnetic powered machines existed. These things aren’t taught in the classrooms, and why? I can answer that with one word, evolution. But to step down again off my hobbyhorse that wasn’t what was happening on that dig.” Ray smiled, then leaning on the table he continued in a soft, but audible voice, “We were being hoodwinked, or at least our superiors were. There was a political agenda, and the competition was beyond believable,” Ray took another deep breath, “and I was too young and inexperienced to understand what was happening. But let’s go back to my basic question about UFOs, are today’s crafts the same as the flying crafts experienced by the ancients, or are they something new?”
“Man, you are full of surprises today,” Emmett smiled, “in all these years you’ve never spoken about any of this, why?”
Ray shrugged, “Oh, mostly because I forgot about that one particular event, and in my defense you do know some of how I feel about my profession, I haven’t exactly kept that a secret.”
Nodding, Emmett agreed, “Yeah that’s true, but this cuneiform stuff is new.”
“Well we’ve not had too many experiences like we did last fall and anyway. I wanted to reach conclusions for myself before I discussed it. If I don’t examine the evidence for myself that makes me stupid especially if I base what I believe on someone else’s belief systems. I’m simply picking up their predispositions and it becomes a merry-go-around. I’ve never been prone to merry-go-rounds.
“There’s been nothing in my fifty plus years of academia that has led me away from the Bible and its story of our creation. The ancient drawings, which archeologists have unearthed in caves and in other places, are very compelling to the theory of creationism. Now at last, I know the Biblical truth about fallen angels and their offspring. Many things that were mysteries to me in my early professional life have now become clear.
“Son, there is not one continent that does not record in its relics the same basic story. Well maybe not the Antarctic, but you know what I mean, even our own American Indians have the same legends of giants and UFOs that the Far East has. Bottom line, the UFOs sighted today resemble the crafts the ancients saw, and this being the case, wouldn’t it follow the same beings that operated the crafts of the past are operating them today?
“In my book I connect the dots and draw the conclusions,” Ray raised an index finger, and holding it in the air he proceeded to make his point, “one: UFOs exist as hyper-dimensional crafts. And two,” holding up a second, he tilted his head and added, “they’re piloted by fallen angels or demonic beings…or maybe there’s another possibility.”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense!” Emmett quickly injected.
“Maybe they aren’t real! By telepathic transference of thought, demonic beings are making people see and experience them, creating a vivid dream in people’s mind. These dreams are so real people accept them as actual memories, something like a virtual reality experience. What do you think?”
Emmett lifted an eyebrow as he asked, “Do you have a preference?”
“Yes, actually I think they are hyper-dimensional crafts, but I must put a caveat on that. I also believe there’s a hoax of great proportions, perniciously brainwashing the public. You see, if operators of the UFOs are fallen angels, I have to ask another question. Why would Celestial-created beings need a physical vehicle to transport themselves from one location to another? The answer is, of course they don’t. On the other hand, it’s my understanding that demons are incapable of traveling the same way fallen angels do, because demons have no corporal body, they must have a host if they are to operate in the physical world. But…”
Emmett held up a hand stopping Ray in mid-sentence, “That’s all true, but what about Ezekiel’s experience? What he encountered could very well be described as a UFO and the same with Enoch in the Book of Enoch.”
“That is true, but maybe fallen angels want to interact with our dimensions in a particular way and their ‘Celestial’ bodies get in the way of doing that, whatever that is. I’m say…” Ray sat back in his seat and thought for a second, “No angel, good or bad, is omnipresent. Therefore, it’s only logical they have to transport their corporeal body between the differing dimensions. On the other hand, demons might need assistance in some manner, you know, in order to be hyper-dimensional. Maybe these so-called alien encounters are a demonic experience or even some type of Nephilim manifestation. Or maybe the Greys might be some sort of a body suit developed for functioning in Earth’s dimensions, or maybe the UFO’s aren’t for transportation of their bodies but for the taking of things from our dimensions into their dimensions.”
Leaning forward again, Ray began to tap on the table with a finger to emphasize each point as he spoke. “Whatever their purpose, it’s the same as always, these demonic beings are after human seed. Either they’re trying to collect human DNA in order to bring about a new hybrid being, or they’re searching for the DNA that was created in the past…”
“Wait,” Emmett interrupted, “you are moving too fast for me. What do you mean by DNA created in the past, how would that help them?”
Ray smiled, “There’s really no such thing as a simple cell. Life can only come from life. Let me state this another way. If you want to build a complex system, you must have a set of instructions or blueprints. We don’t build complex systems randomly. In the whole of creation, there is no system more complex than the human body. DNA is the blueprint for creating life, I know you know this but let me continue this thought for a moment. Biogenesis or life giving life. Humans don’t spring into being randomly. Every living organism
carries a code within its cells, and these codes are the blueprints for the next generation of organisms. All life forms have unique codes, and perhaps when we think of them as the programs that design life, we understand what DNA is. DNA is the program or operating system code that designs the individual and programs for the next generation. And that program carries forward to future generations, each generation getting a ration of genes. Get it, gene-ration?”
Smiling, Emmett nodded as Ray continued, “All right then, after the flood, was there a second incursion of fallen angels? If not did men figure out how to recreate Nephilim? Maybe men and fallen angels assisting each other developed a process that allowed for the post-flood Nephilim. The angels would’ve had to do this without forcing women to be their wives, at least initially. The fallen angels certainly learned from seeing the judgment God imposed on the two hundred Watchers. I mean angels aren’t stupid. The judgments on the Watchers and Azazel were pretty severe, why risk the wrath of God again?”
Emmett nodded as he pondered aloud, “That certainly opens a door to the possibility that women might not have always been used.”
“Well remember I’m purely speculating, but think about this, would the fallen angels that came from the heavens with Satan know how to find DNA material from bone? If they did, would they after the flood have searched for the bones of the dead Nephilim. That leads to another question, would they have mated the genetic material found in these bones with the human genome? Were there men who would willingly trade their wives and daughters to the fallen angels for this purpose, you know to be the baby carriages of the new Nephilim? And here is another wild and crazy thought. Could it be the fallen angels were not just wanting offspring, but also looking for a way to exist in our four dimensional world…”
“Hold it!” Emmett leaned into the table, “Say that again.”
“Well, son,” Ray nodded and tapped the table again, “think about it, what if they wanted to command the world, and going back and forth between dimensions somehow drains them. I was thinking on it one day and realized maybe this might be where the vampire legends got started…I don’t know. I guess it’s just my weird thinking. But what if the unholy angels wanted to be able to stay inside the physical dimension of our world and therefore they were looking for DNA they could use in order to build a suitable earth-suit. Whatever the case, I think after the flood it became a hunt for DNA.”
“That is a very provocative thought,” Emmett agreed, “certainly one I’ve never heard before.”
“Well as I said, wild and crazy, but I honestly think the hunt for certain DNA has been ongoing since the flood. Maybe the hunt also included the search for the DNA that would enable the fallen angels to give birth to the Antichrist. I don’t write of these speculations in my book, but they have cost me more than a few hours of sleep. As of yet, I don’t have anything other than conjectures, however as I said, I do believe that fallen angels are searching for a particular genetic material. With each turn I make, I stumble onto more questions such as, did they use and or they still using women to be hybrid-baby carriers? Is there actually a breeding program ongoing?
“We know the Nephilim returned after the flood, and we know that King David and his men killed the last of the giants in Israel, which was definitely after Noah’s flood. But the one question we should all want an answer for, how are fallen angels reintroducing the Nephilim into this generation, and what’s peculiar about the current ration of genes?”
Ray sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his face with both hands before looking at his son-in-law and asking, “If all things exist by God’s words, does that give us a clue as to the commonality between the Celestial and the terrestrial? By that, I mean sound. Is there a certain sound encoded in our DNA? And is it possible to mate Celestial DNA and terrestrial DNA by finding equivalent sounds?”
Spellbound with Ray’s assessments, Emmett sat quietly for a moment processing the information and the questions. Leaning forward slightly he whispered, “Any conclusions?”
“Yes and no, as I’ve examined the myths of the Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, Sumerians, and the Orient, I’ve come to believe fallen angels have interbred their genetic material with ours for hundreds, no, make that thousands of years. So yes, the Celestials corrupted human DNA and yes, there must be a commonality between Celestial and terrestrial DNA. And yes, through the means of abductions and experimentations they’ve produced the Antichrist. The forth-coming Antichrist has the DNA of the first antichrist mentioned in the Bible, Nimrod…”
“Wait a minute!” Emmett again put up a hand, “You then believe that the Antichrist is already here, and you’re saying that he has Nimrod’s DNA?”
Ray nodded slowly, “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Let me inject a bit of trivia. The word Aryan is an ancient word with numerous meanings, and is most likely from the same root word as Orion. Without going into a long lecture on the origin of this word, the word however in its initial form refers to Aries, the ram constellation and essentially the word means Lord or of the Lord, or Lord-like. The word originated in Sumer probably after the flood.
“In their search to build the tower, to create a name for themselves, did Ham, Canaan, and perhaps Cush, but certainly Nimrod, open the portals to the fallen angels? And in the effort to become Aryan, did Nimrod the mighty hunter, associate himself with Orion? As you remember from scripture, Nimrod was a mighty hunter, and Orion means hunter. Scripture reveals that after the fall of the Tower of Babel, Nephilim inhabited the land of Canaan. I think fallen angels over the past four thousand years have made alliances with governments and world systems. Satan’s seed is preparing for the last and final war and for the anti-Christ, and this was why Hitler was searching for the Aryan race.”
3
Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit. And there are differences of administrations, but the same Lord. And there are diversities of operations, but it is the same God, which works all in all. But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to every man to profit withal. For to one is given by the Spirit the word of wisdom, to another the word of knowledge by the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another the gifts of healing by the same Spirit. To another the working of miracles; to another prophecy; to another discerning of spirits; to another divers kinds of tongues; to another the interpretation of tongues: But all these works that one and the selfsame Spirit, dividing to every man severally as he will. 1 Corinthians 12:4-11, KJV
The thunder announces his presence; the storm announces his indignant anger. My heart pounds as I think of this. It trembles within me. Listen carefully to the thunder of God’s voice as it rolls from his mouth. It rolls across the heavens, and his lightning flashes in every direction. Then comes the roaring of the thunder—the tremendous voice of his majesty. He does not restrain it when he speaks. God’s voice is glorious in the thunder. We can’t even imagine the greatness of his power. Job 36:33-37:5, NLT
Then the stars of the sky fell to the earth like green figs falling from a tree shaken by a strong wind. Revelation 6:13, NLT
Thunder boomed at the precise moment she opened the car door. Reacting, Emeleigh jumped and then asked, “Hey! Did you hear that?”
Elijah, placing his laptop and backpack into the trunk, lifted his head and looking around replied, “Hear what?”
“Gosh, how could you’ve not heard that? I swear it was thunder.” Her normally big round brown eyes became narrow slits as she looked up and examined the sky for the source of the thunder. “You really didn’t hear anything…I don’t know,” she shrugged, “maybe something exploded, because there are no rain clouds anywhere.”
Pulling down on the trunk hatch, Elijah watched to make sure it closed properly before he responded. “What on earth are you talking about?”
She didn’t answer but instead slid behind the steering wheel. As she did, another loud explosion rolled overhead. Letting out a reactive scream she followed with a shrieked, “Don’t tel
l me you didn’t hear that!”
Opening the passenger door, Elijah bent down and stared at her as if she possessed two heads. Then silently turning he sat in the passenger seat keeping his back to her. Pulling a foot up, one at a time, he bent and retied the laces to his Reeboks, then enunciating each word slowly said, “Woman-I-didn’t-hear-anything.” Venturing a glance over his shoulder, he submitted in to a grin. Her face was the expression of bewilderment.
Then putting both feet into the car, he reached for the door handle, but a strong gust of wind caught the door before he could and blew it back with such magnitude the car rocked with the force.
“See!” Emeleigh leaned over the steering wheel and peered through the windshield, “There’s something weird going on!”
“What?” Believing nothing was afoot other than her overactive imagination and a strong wind, he flippantly countered, “It’s just wind. What’s weird about wind?”
“I don’t know. Maybe…the sky isn’t stormy,” she stammered trying to analyze the situation, “but where did the wind come…you know what I mean?”
“No, I don’t know what you mean,” Elijah smirked and raised an eyebrow, “expound please.”
“Dork.” Emeleigh pointed upward as she made a face, “Look at the clouds, they’re not thunderheads, they’re just ordinary everyday grey clouds. There’s no lightning! Matter of fact, there’s no wind in the trees so where did that wind come from. And what’s the sound I heard if it wasn’t thunder?” Reaching over her left shoulder for her seatbelt, she caught a glimpse of movement out from her peripheral vision. Curious, she turned and looked out of the window behind her, and then screaming again demanded, “Oh my God, what is that?”