Anunnaki Volume One: Rise of the Warrior

by Charles Orange

  “But, I thought you knew they were doing all of these things?” Gabriel clarified.

  The beings returned, “Yes, we have been aware of their indirect influences. The vast majority of humans are not aware of the Reptilian’s existence. We believe, however, they have recruited some top-level officials who now receive orders directly from the Reptilians’ queen. In order to better monitor the situation, we are able to interact with the minds of certain people. These people are only those who remain pure in dietary habits. They have a greater ability to resist the Reptilians and receive our psychic signals. It is through them that we are able to clearly observe the happenings on Earth from our bases. You, Gabriel, are one of those people. Others, who are unable to resist consuming the contaminants inserted into virtually all processed foods today, destroy their ability to receive these signals from us. It is the Reptilians that are behind even this evil plan to contaminate our progeny and interfere with our ability to perceive human thoughts.”

  Gabriel’s mind was silent. He now accepted the beings’ truth as reality. Flashes from his past surprised his waking consciousness. A boy shoving him to the ground during recess in the third grade, making him feel inferior. A straight-A student in the fifth bragging about her high marks after Gabriel’s failing exam was revealed to the class by the instructor. Rocks thrown at him by boys as he walked home from school. Cruel rejection by his first crush because of his Native American background, even though she later admitted she liked him, too. Endless nervous laughter and cackles meant to shame him for no justifiable reason. Competition growing more absurd as his life progressed. Random violence he’d observed when the perpetrators thought they could escape unnoticed. Much of this inequity was the result of the Reptilians’ interference with humanity – going unseen buried deep beneath layers of sediment.

  “Major religions of the world enslave worshipers of myths in order to keep people from waking to the literal truth of their world,” the beings informed the man. “Outsiders and those who refuse to believe in the myths are ridiculed, shamed, pitied, and murdered. Many of these cults conveniently dictate that not believing will cause eternal suffering, but ironically, the opposite is closer to the truth. Instead of bringing the peace they promise, religious leaders continue to lead their followers into more and more pain, despair, and conflict. When a devotee reaches an obstacle that results from an inefficient belief system, the origin and purpose is characterized as being comprehensible only by the deity that religion worships. It is a perfect trap for those who are unable to see beyond the fear of not belonging to the group and unwilling to seek the truth at risk that an afterlife of peril might ensue.”

  Gabriel knew that the beings must know what he was thinking, but they did not respond to his persistent wonder. Instead, they changed the subject, “Do you want to help us battle the Reptilians now that you have been targeted by them? You cannot stay on this vessel much longer nor can you return to Earth unnoticed by them. They know you now, and they will continue hunting you until you are dead. Unfortunately, we must put you back soon. If we were to do this now, the Reptilians would only hunt you down again, but this time they would succeed in assassinating you. They see you as a threat to them, however minor that threat might actually be. Once a threat is established, they normally stop at nothing to terminate that threat even if they are incorrect, and even if they know it. The choice is yours albeit not one having many options to consider. As untenable a position as you are in at the moment, you still have the ability to choose your own destiny.”

  The man did not hesitate. The back of his head began to tingle and the hair on his arms began to stand on end. He had finally understood what had compelled him to investigate the cave. He had been compelled to embark upon a mission he didn’t clearly understand.

  Sensing Gabriel’s assent to the terms, the extraterrestrials all reached forward placing their hands on his body. They communicated with him, “We will begin. It will not be easy. We are going to attempt to create dividers in your mind that will enable you to escape the mental torment of the Reptilians until you are in a position to strike back. When the time is right, you will know what to do. Part of your mission is to inform the world of what we have told you. Above all else, what we believe is most important to the success of your mission is to never lose yourself to the enemy. Human beings are naturally compassionate, loving, and caring beings because you were created from a species that had such a predilection and you also contain pieces of our DNA. If you loose this ability, they will have established a great victory.”

  Overwhelming electrical impulses consumed Gabriel’s body. His frame lifted from the table as if attached to many shocking defibrillators. He saw intense flashes in his mind. Before he lost consciousness, he was able to project one final question, “What happens after death?”

  His vision was failing. His body was collapsing back to the table then tensing again. The pain subsided and he became only a visitor among all the happenings on the ship.

  A whisper barely reached him in this dream-like state, “You are immortal.”

  Gabriel felt an intense satisfaction. He no longer feared what would come. His eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 7: The Doctor Will See You Now

  When Gabriel awoke, his head ached. His lips were dry and tingling, and his arms and legs felt heavy. He was in a square room wearing a straight jacket, sitting on a padded floor in the corner facing a door. There was a small window in the door. All he could do in his catatonic state of mind was peer at the window, the only shape that wasn’t a dull, off white color. He noticed he was wearing slippers, but he could barely feel them on his feet.

  “Where am I?” he mumbled aloud. Swiveling his head around on his neck to get a better view of the place felt like a helium balloon attached to cement blocks. He sat there for what seemed like hours unable to do anything but move his head and blink his eyes. Finally, he grew weary of the position and rolled his body to the floor. Using his momentum, he gradually reached the center of the room, lying face up. From there, he could see small holes in the ceiling tiles.

  His eyes half closed, he drifted off to a place somewhere between dreaming and waking. He saw images of extraterrestrials cutting to Reptilians devouring the prospectors. He saw his father telling him to remain on the path. “The spirit will guide you,” he told his son. He imagined birds and frogs eating each other endlessly. He could feel himself swallowing as they gulped each other down. Then, a fire filled his vision like the ones he used to sit around as a boy. Native Americans danced around the flames singing rhythmically.

  “Can you hear me?” Gabriel was startled. Then the voice came again more demanding, “Gabriel. Do you know where you are?”

  Fires gave way to flashing penlights in Gabriel’s eyes. When the light was removed, a man was revealed crouching above Gabriel, examining his response.

  “I’m Doctor Fidell, Gabriel. You’re in a hospital,” the doctor said. The doctor was dissatisfied with Gabriel’s reaction, and reported his opinion to someone outside the door. “Let’s try 50ccs haloperidol.”

  A female voice from beyond Gabriel’s view replied, “Really? Are you sure?”

  Somewhat annoyed, the doctor answered, “Yeah.”

  Moments later, Gabriel had more penlight exams of his eyes as he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Almost immediately, he was even more confused and withdrawn from reality. His eyes slowly closed, and he fell back into an empty, cold, and dark sleep.

  The next time Gabriel was awakened, two overweight men were forcing him to his feet and then into a wheel chair. One of the men disappeared out of the room while the other pushed Gabriel into a hallway. The air was stale with a slight hint of disinfectant. More doors with small windows lined the corridor that was flooded with a dull florescent glow. It seemed dirty although Gabriel could not recognize any actual grime. The patient was beginning to come out of his coma, but still remained very woozy. Images of the interior of the hospital appeared
and disappeared, as Gabriel would float into and out of consciousness until he was in front of Doctor Fidell who was sitting behind a sparsely decorated desk. Plaques and diplomas hung behind the doctor. His brown hair was cut short around the bald top of his head. He wore an impeccably pressed shirt and tie. His face was cleanly shaven, though he hunched as he sat with his elbows planted firmly on the desk. A white jacket hung by itself on a standing coat rack in the corner.

  The doctor began, “Do you know why you’re here, Gabriel?”

  Gabriel struggled to lift his chin to confront the doctor, but he was far too weak for an argument. “No,” he finally spoke.

  The doctor told a story, “Three days ago, you were found near a hospital in town, unconscious. When the doctors there revived you, you became severely agitated and had to be restrained. You were yelling about lizard men and green aliens at the top of your lungs, so they sedated you and brought you here. Do you remember any of this?” the doctor inquired nonchalantly.

  Gabriel tried to remember. “No,” he eventually admitted.

  “Do you believe in lizard men and aliens?” the doctor continued.

  The doctor had cornered the patient. The question was a trap. If he told the doctor the truth, he would think Gabriel was insane. Probably, he already did. If he lied, he would be a liar – something his Christian mother had adamantly opposed to the point Gabriel now prided himself as always telling the truth. He dropped his head at the idea, then, remembering the conversation with the extraterrestrials, he replied, “No.”

  Unconvinced, the doctor resumed the interrogation, “Then why were you screaming about them at the hospital?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t remember that,” Gabriel answered.

  The doctor was amused, “Alright, Gabriel. I get it, but I’m not going to let you out of here until I get the truth.” Doctor Fidell waited until Gabriel’s eyes met his to reinforce that he meant business. “Ok?” he concluded. “Take him to the lounge,” the doctor ordered, “He won’t be any trouble. Will you, Gabriel?” he said knowingly.

  Perspiration, a side effect of the medication, was dripping down Gabriel’s forehead. He tried his best to clear his mind, but the fog remained. The assistant who had brought him to the doctor began to wheel the patient backwards. Before Gabriel cleared the doorway, he offered a question to the doctor, “What do you believe in?” Doctor Fidell’s face twisted in annoyance, his eyes squinted, and his lips pursed.

  The doctor called out an instruction into his phone as Gabriel was wheeled down the corridor, “Put our new arrival, Gabriel, on a five hundred milligram regimen of haloperidol.”

  “Welcome to La La Land, my friend,” the orderly whispered to Gabriel who felt no emotional response. His eyes were fixed. He now lived in a body that was not his own.

  The lounge was a bright, sunny open area in the hospital for patients who did not pose an immediate threat to themselves, each another, or the staff. When the heavy door swung open for Gabriel to be wheeled in, a heavy-set man ran up to him and said too loudly, “Who dis? Who you?” The man continued, “You gonna get spanked! You gonna get spanked!” and then suddenly ran away motioning in the air wildly with his hands.

  “That’s enough, Jimbo,” the orderly said sternly.

  Gabriel was wheeled past a woman who was looking off into space. Commotion filled the room with people acting out in every corner. Calls, wails, and screams came and went as if the place were a zoo. Another man walked in slow motion, off in his own world. Others just sat peacefully observing the new arrival.

  The orderly introduced the new patient, “This is Gabriel. He’s going to be here for a while.”

  The room erupted, and Gabriel could hear one patient say, “What else is new!” A giant man of epic height and weight glared at Gabriel menacingly. The orderly wheeled Gabriel to the window looking out on a large green field of cut grass surrounded by trees. The refracting rays forced the new arrival to squint and pull back his face.

  The orderly announced, “Now I want everyone to be good,” before he walked away. Boos and hisses followed with one high-pitched winey repetition of what the orderly had said. Gabriel’s eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness.

  A low mumble threatened from behind his ear, “I’m gonna eat your liverwurst…fella.”

  The orderly called out from the other side of the room, “Jerry! Leave him alone! Get away from him, Jerry!”

  The rude patient withdrew from Gabriel’s ear cackling. Memories came back to the still distant Gabriel; a giant lizard-like monster with the body of a muscular man ripping into human flesh. He gazed out into the distance. “Was it real?” he wondered, or “did he really deserve to be there?”

  Chapter 8: Thoughts on Life

  “Grandpa, how do you know all this stuff?” Hakota asked.

  Maahe looked down at his grandson sitting next to him on the warm slab of granite with pride and answered him, “Your father told me.” He went on, “Of course, the police called your grandma and me and told us that Gabriel was in the hospital. So, I went there to see him. Your grandma didn’t. She couldn’t bear to see her son like that, and she knew I’d do a good job. I think Gabriel understood.” He chuckled, “Probably wanted it that way.”

  The old man threw a small rock at the mouth of the cave. “He was distant, like he wasn’t all there. He told me about the Reptilians and the extraterrestrials. He told me everything,” Maahe recalled. “The doctors said he had paranoid schizophrenia. That he was delusional. There wasn’t a thing I could do to help him but listen. The cops said your father managed to punch an RN out at the hospital before they could sedate him. The strange part was whenever he talked to me, he always whispered so no one else could hear. To tell you the truth, I wondered whether the doctor was right, but something told me not to jump to that conclusion too quickly.”

  Maahe was amused at this part of the story, but Hakota was worried for his dad even though all of this was long past.

  Hakota complained, “Can you just tell me what happened?” careful to adjust his tone and demeanor so as not to appear too demanding.

  Maahe placed his hand on Hakota’s back sympathetically. “That is why we are here, grandson. You must control your fears and learn to trust. Remember yourself.”

  Hakota relaxed his body and his mind followed. The early afternoon air smelled sweeter. The sky crisper. His grandfather saw that he heard him and was pleased.

  Chapter 9: Escape into the Mind

  Weeks went by like hours. Due to the medication, not all of the details could be clearly recalled by Gabriel. He thought some of the patients had been decent to him, but he confused some of them with others. It was a living jigsaw puzzle gathered from various incomplete boxes. A shattered and fragmented mind. But Gabriel had the wherewithal to review each piece for its correct position. If some were left out, so be it.

  Dr. Fidell met daily with Gabriel. Each time, he began with a leading question designed to trap the patient. Gabriel had learned to play a game with Fidell. When their eyes met, he no longer turned away, but let his focus go. Fidell was the examiner, and all Gabriel had to do was give him the answers that fit into a plastic reality colored by talking heads on television screens and gossip. He would play the game. It was better that way.

  “And how are we feeling today?” Dr. Fidell inquired.

  Gabriel replied, “I feel good,” even though he didn’t. He was overmedicated and numb.

  “Good,” Dr. Fidell drew out the word too long. “And have you had any more thoughts of lizard men recently?”

  Gabriel smiled, “No, I don’t. Those thoughts are long gone. I’m really feeling much better.”

  Both men knew he was lying, but he was playing the game, and that seemed to infuriate the doctor behind his smug mask. Two clowns stared at each other, painted faces hiding the real emotion. The doctor was at least satisfied that he had a somewhat worthy opponent. Behind the belittling demeanor, Gabriel could see something else despite the medication. He sa
w the Reptile.

  Gabriel interjected in the awkward silence, “How are you today, doctor?” His face tilting to sell the question’s authenticity.

  The doctor replied, as he always did, “We’re not here to talk about me, Gabriel.” Then another question, “And what about the little green aliens?”

  “I had a dream about them last night, doctor,” Gabriel answered.

  “Oh, really?” the doctor was surprised. “Tell me about it,” he urged.

  Gabriel continued, “Yes, there were these lights that came from their spaceships. The ships moved in any direction at any speed. It was pretty amazing.”

  “Mmm hmmm,” the doctor was interested.

  The patient’s story went on, “Well, these lights. They looked like large lightning bugs sent from the ships. They moved like the ships but were a bit smaller.”

  The doctor was intrigued, “Interesting. Please continue.”

  “The bugs or lights traveled toward the ground,” Gabriel informed the doctor. “They hit the ground and I could feel the ground shaking.”

  The doctor became somewhat alarmed, “Yes,” another word drawn out too long.

  Gabriel looked deeply at the doctor, “Then it was the most amazing thing. A sudden quake hit my legs, like an explosion occurred down deep underground.”

  The doctor became disappointed and distraught. “Ok, Gabriel. I think we should stop there for today. It seems clear that you are still experiencing some residual effects of your disease,” the doctor snapped. “I will adjust your medication accordingly, and we will see what happens, ok?”