Requiem for the Nephilim
By: Alan VanMeter
Timeline provided by: Cheryl McDonald
Copyright 2016 by: Alan VanMeter
All rights reserved.
For the ones from the stars of Sirius, Orion, and Pleiades.
Table of Contents: (please note that all chapters are book marked.)
Chapter 1: 5
Chapter 2: 43
Chapter 3: 71
Chapter 4: 113
Chapter 5: 146
Chapter 6: 162
Chapter 7: 183
Chapter 8: 211
Chapter 9: 236
Chapter 10: 261
Chapter 1
To: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
From: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
Re: Do you see what I see?
Abby, attached is a video of the treasure hunters who found the lost Aztec hoard. I’ve included a close up still of the tablet they display briefly in the video. I have already translated the first several lines, and if I am correct… HOLY SHIT! I was hoping that you would also translate the text, to see if your conclusions verify what I have deciphered. Please be discrete with your response. Hope to hear from you soon love.
XXOO, Victor.
To: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
From: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
RE: HOLY SHIT!!!!!
Victor, YES! I see what you see! We need to get together ASAP! This is beyond huge. I sure hope that no one else has deciphered the text… Otherwise they will be swarming all over this.
Wet and waiting, Abby.
To: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
From: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
RE: Still waiting.
Victor, please don’t leave me hanging like this. I just got back from Egypt on a dig that you would find most interesting. You share, and I share… remember how it goes?
Abby.
To: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
From: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
RE: Sorry about the delay.
Abby, sorry about that, something has come up which I am still working on. As soon as I have anything more I will send it for you to verify. Patience please love.
XXOO, Victor.
To: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
From: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
RE: I’m busy now too.
Victor, don’t worry about it dear. Something has come up for me too, concerning my dig in Egypt. I will be busy for a few days, and then I can look at whatever you need.
Abby.
I am actually glad that Abby is busy, as the hidden encryption that I discovered in the Mayan hieroglyphs is downright dangerous knowledge, and I certainly wouldn’t want to endanger her. She is such a gorgeous woman, and so damn smart too; that I wouldn’t dream of putting her in harm’s way. I would like her to help verify my findings though, as she is the best Linguistic Anthropologist I know. Even though I haven’t known her long, I respect her ability with the highest admiration. Her knock out body, and that face of an angel sure aren’t hard to look at either. It was pure chance that we met at one of the paranormal mysteries conventions where I was hawking my book about that damned expedition to the Aokigahara forest. Though she invited me to come meet with her close group of like-minded researchers, I am glad that I have refused the ever open invitation. My intentions were to stay away from any damn paranormal mysteries after that debacle in the forest. Now here I am being sucked right into another one it seems. Maybe it is my fate. If so… that is just how it is, but I will never involve people I care about again!
The hidden encryption seems to give the exact location where the Library of the Ancients can be found. However, the names that are given for the landmarks are the ancient names for them, and that is going to take some time and research to unravel. Unfortunately I am well aware that I am not the only one who has seen the video of the tablet. Now those folks who found the Aztec Treasure Hoard are sure rolling in their riches, and they might even have already translated the tablet telling of the existence of the Library. If they have someone astute looking at it; then they may very well see the hidden encryption also. This could become a race to find it; the greatest archeological discovery of all time! It would make finding the Aztec Treasure Hoard pale in comparison, and that was damn huge! I sure could use some help on this, expert help from someone who really knows their Mayan history, but it would have to be someone I can trust with my life, as well as their own.
It takes me a few days before I realize that I know of no one else who can translate the Mayan hieroglyphs, anyone who I would trust anyhow; I figure to just go it alone. Most of the hidden cypher I can easily translate as directions and distances, but the initial starting point I am having real difficulty with. In the general text telling of the Library, I assumed the particular glyph meant decapitation, because the preceding hieroglyph means protection, but where is a place named decapitation? My trouble is because I had just recently become interested in studying this ancient written language, and my experience with it is very limited. The hieroglyph for the starting point is totally unknown to me, and none of my books list it either, so I am just guessing here. Shit! I must figure this out, before anyone else does. Hey, wait a minute… it looks like it could be two different base glyphs joined together. Okay, the first looks like it could mean ‘death.’ What’s this second part? There it is… ‘head.’ So ‘death head,’ or maybe death’s head? Great… none of the Mayan ruins I am aware of translate to mean that. Hey, maybe the Altar of Sacrifice? Oh… that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, unless it does mean decapitation after all. I will try to look it up on-line.
As I am doing this, the archeology review site I am on posts a story about an important new discovery in Egypt. Right away I wonder if Abby had anything to do with this. Then as I get to the bottom of the article I see her listed as the primary source for the information that led them to make this amazing discovery. Instantly I hoot loudly, and wish to congratulate her, as it was a big find. Now I know I have to send her another e-mail, maybe I will ask for her translation of the tablet to see what she made of this problem glyph.
To: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
From: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
RE: Congratulations!
I just read about your amazing discovery in Egypt, Abby. Way to go woman! I am very proud to call you my friend. I would love to hear about it from you personally sometime. By the way, could you send me your translation of the tablet, please? I am having some difficulties with the hieroglyphs that I translate to read; ‘protected by decapitation.’ Attached is my feeble attempt at do so; it should be worth a laugh if nothing else.
XXOO, Victor.
To: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
From: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
RE: Attached translation.
Victor, thanks for the kudos. I would love to get together and brag about what we found, and how we did it. You will be amazed! Attached is my translation of the Mayan tablet. There are several possible meanings of the glyphs in question, but I think that ‘protected by The Skull of Doom,’ is the most likely. The reason I do is several fold, primarily that it just makes the most grammatical sense.
Abby.
To: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
From: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
RE: Thanks a bunch!
That really helps out like you wouldn’t believe Abby. I have found a hidden cypher in the text, and that would be my starting point; seeing as the Skull of Doom was found in Lubaantun!
XXXOOO, Victor.
To: Professor V. Dorozney, PhD.
From: Professor A. Lynd, PhD.
RE: Maybe you are mistaken.
Victor, I must tell you that eve
n though historically Lubaantun is credited with being the location that the Crystal Skull of Doom was found, it is not! I have direct information from the person who now actually possesses the skull; inherited from Anna Mitchell-Hedges. She had told the current owner that her father had played a ruse on her for her seventeenth birthday, so she would think that she’d actually found the skull, and so too the rest of the world, but he had actually purchased it from a local tribesman who told Mitchell-Hedges that he’d dug the skull up in a nearby ruins… just a few miles to the southeast of Lubaantun. Though he didn’t tell him the name of the ruins, as the tribesman didn’t know it; it can only be Pusilha! Sounds like you have a big discovery ahead of you possibly too. I would love to get together soon, but since I just got back from England yesterday; I have some personal business to attend to in Indiana. I’ll write you when I get back. Your hunt sounds very exciting! By the way, I do make an excellent travel companion.
Very wet, Abby.
I do believe the girl would put out if I took her with me! It settled then, Abby goes along. It’s rare that an old buzzard like me gets lucky, and hardly ever with such a sexy, gorgeous woman. Oh, I can’t wait! Anyhow, back to my cypher. With the possible starting point as Pusilha, and the other glyphs of the cypher giving me the direction and distance, it seems all I have to do now is get there, and search. This will mean an expedition into the jungles of Belize; here I go again.
It has been a week since I talked to Abby, and she hasn’t returned my last two e-mails. I really need to get this expedition planned and underway, before anyone else figures it out. This means that I must confide in someone who has field experience, but who can I trust? It would be impossible for me to go alone, at my age and health. Hell I need help! My first thought is to get a hold of my old family friend Nickoli, but I will not even ask him to risk another adventure chasing the mysterious. Not with what he has going on for him; a new loving wife, and a bright future ahead. I need to find an archeologist that is young enough, and reliable; not to mention trust worthy, but that is the rub there. My best bet is perhaps one of Abby’s colleagues at UCLA; yes, I will try there first.
I step into the classroom while the professor gives her lecture. Of all the archeologists on campus, I chose Professor Kelly Carlson for her age mainly. Now that I see her for the first time, I think she looks hardy, a nicely pretty face, she’s definitely racked, and her legs are stout. She should be able to make it through the jungle alright. Her lecture is very interesting to me, as it is about Gobekli Tepe, in Turkey. I have been to the site once, during that ill-fated expedition across the globe that I’d made for a television series.
“The German archeology team has been painstakingly working this site for over fifteen years now, and their carbon dating of the organic matter they are finding buried along with the site, and the whole complex seemingly purposefully buried in sand by the people of that time; all date from twelve to eighteen thousand years ago.” Professor Carlson grins, letting that sink in. “This site alone has totally turned the archeological record, at least the accepted record, on its head. Supposedly humanity was just barely crawling out of caves at this time period; thus not being able to move, much less intricately carve, fifty ton granite monoliths with such exacting precision.”
One young man raises his hand, and Professor Carlson nods to him. “Professor, what was the presumed purpose of this site?”
“The general consensus is that it is the oldest ceremonial complex known to mankind, but just what type of ceremony, much less who built this place is still wide open, and up for grabs.”
“Do they figure that the animal carvings on the monoliths perhaps point to the great flood?” Another young lady asks.
“That is a very perplexing, and perhaps a pertinent mystery. Mount Ararat is fairly close to this location, so perhaps indeed it does have some connection to the flood legends, of either Noah, or even the Sumerian legends of Gilgamesh, or Ziusudra; which both predate the flood legend mentioned in the Bible by some thousand years in the first case, and several thousand in the second.”
“Professor, how many flood myths are there exactly?” The same girl wonders.
“Over two thousand in written traditions, not to mention oral ones.”
“So the great flood did occur perhaps?”
“There is no ‘perhaps’ to this question any longer. Firm, undisputed archeological record exists of the great flood that occurred between ten thousand, and twelve thousand BCE.”
“Have you ever been to Gobekli Tepe Professor Carlson?” A different young fellow asks.
“No, though I would love to someday.” She sighs. “Have any of you in this classroom ever been?”
I raise my hand, and see that I am the only one.
“Perhaps you would be so good to enlighten us with your observations then sir, or Professor, if I am guessing correctly.” Kelly Carlson smiles at me.
I nod, and stand. “I was there once Professor Carlson, and I must say that it is mystifying in the extreme. There are no written words, or hieroglyphs as we recognize present, that they have found yet anyhow, just images of a plethora of differing animal and some vegetable life; leading to much speculation as to whether the people who constructed the site even had a written language. However, just the nature of constructing such a monumental complex would seem to require much ability at planning, thus without a written language it is very hard to imagine these people being able to organize and complete such a project.”
“I am pretty sure that I recognize you sir, but would you be so good as to introduce yourself to my class, Professor?”
“Certainly. I am Professor Victor Dorozney, at your service.” I grin.
“Hey! I remember seeing you on that show ‘A Deeper Look, History’s Mysteries Revealed!” The young lady who spoke up before states.
I nod. “Yes, I was involved with that production.”
“Did all those people on the show really die?”
I sigh with heavy regret. “Yes… they did.”
“Oh my god!”
“I read on-line that they all died from giant wasps in the Suicide Forest.” Another student says.
‘Not all died from the Queens of the Forest, but most did.” I can’t help the tear that escapes from my eye.
“Holy shit!” The young man gasps.
“There are places which should be left well alone, very evil places.” I tell them.
“Like Kalkajaka, as well as the Aoikigahara.” Professor Carlson adds as a statement, not a question.
I nod.
With that Professor Carlson dismisses her class, and yet a few students come to ask me more questions afterwards. Thankfully she tells them to leave her, and I alone.
“It is an honor to meet you Professor Dorozney.”
“Likewise Professor Carlson.”
“I must assume you wish something of me, not just to hear me lecture about a site you already know well.”
“Indeed, that is why I have sought you out.”
“Nothing involving the Aokigahara I hope?”
“Never!”
“Well then, please join me in my private office Professor.”
After she invites me to a padded seat in front of her desk, she also gets comfortable.
“So what do I owe this honor to, Professor Dorozney?”
“Well I am sure that you have seen the fantastic news of the lost Aztec Treasure Hoard being discovered in New Mexico.”
“Who hasn’t? That’s been all anyone in the archeology department has been talking about as of late, well besides Professor Lynd’s remarkable discovery of the blue diamond crystal skull in Egypt.”
“Have you seen the video clip of the lucky discoverers showing the golden tablet with Mayan hieroglyphs on it?”
“What? No I haven’t.”
I set my lap-top up on her desk, and play the video for her, freezing it on the part with the tablet.
“Oh my! Give me a minute with this frame please Professor Doro
zney, I want to translate it.”
“Certainly.”
“Holy shit! You’ve got to be kidding me… The Library of the Ancients? Records dating back a thousand and ninety eight baktun, before the great deluge… let’s see.” She gets a calculator from her desk and converts the Mayan time length to standard years. “That would be four hundred and thirty nine thousand two hundred years!”
“That is a very coincidental number by the way.”
She nods. “That lines up exactly with what Zecharia Sitchin translated from the Lost Book of Eniki. Shit! That is definite corroboration right there. This is a huge discovery, Professor Dorozney… too bad it doesn’t say where the Library is though.”
I take a deep breath, and take the chance on her being trustworthy. “I am a friend of Professor Lynd’s, and was hoping to include her on what I am about to propose to you, Professor Carlson, but she seems to have drop off the radar recently.”
“Yes, the administration has notified the police about this already, as she always gives notice when she goes on her sometimes unexpected expeditions.”
“I do hope she is alright.” I worry aloud.
“Ditto.”
“Well, Professor Carlson, I need someone who can translate Mayan hieroglyphs far better than I to accompany me on a field expedition to go find this Library.”
“Wait! You think you know where it is?”
I nod.
“I am definitely interested Professor Dorozney, but I would need more than just your assurance that you think you might know.”
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