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Part 2 - Samvartaka Fire

Adrian Holland

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I was very close to both of my parents who were my best friends, and I have lost count of the number of happy times we shared, and all of the creativity and laughter. Like my beloved father Joe, my mother Margaret was so special, and my total inspiration. I would therefore like to dedicate this book to their memory.























Twenty One

Twenty Two

Twenty Three

Twenty Four

Twenty Five

Twenty Six

Twenty Seven

Twenty Eight

Twenty Nine


Thirty One

Thirty Two

Thirty Three

Thirty Four

Thirty Five

Thirty Six

Thirty Seven

Thirty Eight

Thirty Nine



Samvartaka fire - I am the flame known as Samvartaka, I am the wind called by that name, I am the sun wearing that appellation, and I am the sun that has that designation.


General Swartz felt his body begin to seize up, as the armoured suit he was wearing injected more painkillers, whilst it dealt with the wounds inflicted upon him by the sphere probe. It was only his high pain threshold which was keeping him conscious, but his Personal Assistant Joan Tutwiler had already succumbed to the hypnotic eyes of the alien creature.

It was hard to believe that everything had come to an impasse so suddenly, and without a shot hardly being fired. The power surge from Saturn’s energy vortex had increased the stasis field exponentially, and captured the new spacecraft carrier H.M.S.S. Hope, the flagship of the British fleet along with its star fighters, which were now suspended in orbit around Saturn’s moon Iapetus, and the General could do nothing as the White Royal Reptilian responsible, walked calmly towards him.

It was difficult to read the expression on the creature’s face, but as it got a bit closer, he could have sworn that it had been gloating. A few dust mites brushed against his visor, being displaced by its movements, and he felt like a human statue stuck in an alien museum.

The creature would no doubt be on its way to the ship he had seen in the monolith, and would be piloting it past the stricken vessels to Earth, where it would present himself as the Messiah…


A few weeks later…

The flickering red glow of the artificial log-burning stove reflected off a glass of whisky, as the German psychologist Herman Spink, took a sip. His friend and fellow psychologist Ralph Best sat in contemplation, cogitating on the current state of affairs.

“Well, this is a right kiddle of fish!”

Herman the German or Spink the Shrink as some of his clients referred to him, knew that the expression meant a difficult or troublesome situation, having acquired a few local sayings since moving here from Munich. He had researched it further to discover that it was actually kiddle, which was a net thrown into a river to catch fish. Since the captured fish splashed around causing a lot of commotion, the expression began to mean a confusing state of affairs, which felt quite apt.

“It certainly is!”

Ralph sighed.

Neither of them believed in the second coming, but it appeared as though practically everyone else did!

Vigilantes were everywhere out on patrol along with the authorities, and anyone who failed to comply with the new pronouncement that the Messiah had returned, was swiftly arrested.

For the first time in history, people were united and had to attend the daily worship at sunset. Religious and community buildings were utilised, and those who were unfit to attend were forced to pray with volunteers who entered their homes.

Censorship had removed all inappropriate items from television and radio broadcasts, and the internet had been heavily suppressed.

“Talk about Big Brother!”

It was Herman’s turn to sigh.

“I wonder what George Orwell would have made of it!”

His book 1884 was a tale of omnipresent government surveillance and public manipulation.

Ralph lifted his glass and was just about to take a sip when the telephone rang.

The two psychologists looked at one another, dreading what it might bring. Psychologists were not the most popular of people at the moment, and they had been half expecting internment at one of the new dissident centres.

Ralph put his glass of whisky down and hesitantly picked up the receiver.


There was a momentary pause before the person on the other end of the line responded.

“Brother Best?”

Everyone was now referred to as either brother or sister.


He held his breath, fearing the worst.

“I need your help…!”

Help was something that General Swartz had needed as he was now totally rigid. It had started with his legs, and quickly spread through the rest of his body, as the creeping stasis field finally engulfed him.

He was not the only one, as Edward Rogers had also succumbed, trapped inside his star fighter within the monolith.

The last thing he saw was Jennifer Harris disappearing inside the porcupine shaped vessel of the Titan Super Soldiers, who were their last hope of salvation. They were the only ones capable of facing one of the most feared creatures in the entire galaxy, but their vessel was descending rapidly, and it appeared as though their power system was failing, just like his consciousness…

Ralph Best listened to what the voice had said, and then placed the receiver down; taking up his glass of whisky and downing its contents in one go.

Herman Spink went pale.

“Are we toast?”

He was picking up idioms like they had gone out of fashion, expressing his fears that they were in deep trouble.

Ralph looked at him, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not sure…”

Commander Bodil felt equally helpless, as his ship spluttered into life, but unfortunately not quickly enough. Jennifer Harris’s DNA had enabled them to pass the scanner, which had lifted the stasis field that had been containing them. However, it was too little too late, as it had drained practically all of their power.

The low gravity inside the monolith had been replaced by one similar to that of Earth, as energy streamed into the moon via the link with Saturn. It was one vast powerhouse, as systems which had been inactive for millennia started to come back to life.

The Attack Ship was struggling to maintain altitude, as it lurched downwards despite the Commander's best efforts. They had begun to pick up speed, and just when it looked as though they were going to crash into the solid rock surface, beams of energy shot out from apertures concealed in the smooth black marble of the monolith. The whole vessel then shook, as the stasis field regained a hold of them…

General Swartz tried to keep his eyes open, as the display screen focussed on the Titans’ craft, and his heart sank as it was consumed in energy.

A feeling of despondency mixed with the numbness he was feeling, as the sound of the lift descending behind him carrying the Reptilian, only compounded his misery.

Things looked just as grim as they had done when the Secret Space Fleet had been destroyed by the temple shaped craft. The British, and of all people the Martians, had come to their rescue on that occasion, but with Tyr the Sky God's daughter onboard the Hope, there seemed no one left to save them this time…


Silence filled the study housed in the converted garage of Ralph Best’s home. Neither psychologist knew what was happening, as the term help had several connotations.

Was it a tactful way of informing them that they were requested to attend an assessment?

If that were the case, then they would surely be sent to an interment centre.

Rumours were rife of them being something akin to a gulag, where those unfortunate souls were forced into hard labour to create monuments dedicated to the Messiah.

“So, what do you think?”

Herman shrugged his shoulders, as he thought about his lady friend Dr. Samantha Jarvis, who had performed minor operations on Edward Rogers and Jennifer Harris. They had tiny tracking devices embedded under their skin, and she had skilfully removed them. Since then, they had been seeing each other, although things had cooled again since the arrival of the imposter.

Ralph was deep in thought, and as usual went off on a tangent.

"It all reminds me of Plato's allegory of the cave."

Herman looked up.

"Plato has Socrates describe a group of people who have lived in chains facing the back wall of a cave for all of their lives, and they watch shadows created by people passing in front of a fire behind them, which is their reality. Socrates then explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall are not reality at all, for he can perceive the true form of reality rather than the manufactured reality, that is the shadows seen by the prisoners."

Herman raised his eyebrows, as Ralph continued.

"They do not even desire to leave their prison, for they know no better life. One day, the prisoners manage to break their bonds, and discover that their reality was not what they thought it was. They discovered the sun, which Plato uses as an analogy for the fire that man cannot see behind. Like the fire that cast light on the walls of the cave, the human condition is forever bound to the impressions that they receive."

He could certainly see the connection.

“By tradition, the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet alef has to be used to start all sacred texts or texts with great historical significance. By adding it to the opening phrase of the Bible it now reads:

The father of the beginnings created the Elohim, the heavens and the Earth.

This changes the entire interpretation of the Bible completely, and brings it into alignment with all other ancient cultures who tell us that our ancestors came from the stars…”

Herman looked perplexed.

“I didn’t know that you were such a biblical scholar?”

Ralph shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, you know…”

He seemed to be blocking out the impending confrontation, and continued speaking about other such events.

“Civilisation is not linear but cyclical. It did not start about seven thousand years ago and steadily climb to where we are today. Instead, it revolves around five thousand year cycles.”

Herman’s mind followed him thinking about 2012, the Mayan calendar, and the end of days.

“In the distant past, people were as advanced or even more so than we are today!”

It was the present advancements which had brought them to this current crisis!

“None of this is real!”

Well, it felt real enough to Herman!

“We are just living in a vast simulation!”

Simulation or not, the prospect of the rest of his life spent doing hard labour was enough reality to be getting on with!

“Your DNA is just a 3d interpretation of the energy that is you. We all resonate at a very slightly different frequency and our light body just tunes into this dimension via our DNA.”

Ralph had spent a lifetime studying the finer aspects of the brain and how it operated, and it appeared as though the telephone call had really shaken him, and he was nervously talking at Herman on his favoured subject.

“We are educated to believe that thought takes place only inside the brain, but this is in stark contrast to the fact that things can be shared at a group level, such as certain emotions."

That appeared to be the case, as religious mania seemed to have swept the globe.

"During 1930s Germany for example, anger and hysteria led to mob consciousness overriding all reason and logic.”

Herman nodded, humouring his old friend.

"If there is a group mind, there could well be a species-wide one too, having some kind of memory maybe at the DNA molecular level, that each individual person could link into.”

Herman had never thought of it quite like that before.

"Some kind of species wide memory storage system like the Akashic Records or something?"

Ralph beamed.


He then poured himself another whisky before continuing.

“If we assume that Intelligence can be universal, and that our physical universe is only three-dimensional, then there might be a universal language system of some kind that operates through consciousness itself.”

Herman was about to take a sip from his glass when he had a sudden thought.

“So we might be able to call for help mentally then…”


A shaft of moonlight shone down onto Ralph’s feng shui garden, which was a testament to his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Everything had been positioned precisely with the aid of a compass and bagua, aligned energetically to reflect the eight specific areas in the traditional style.

It had proved to be the final straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back in his faltering marriage. At times Ralph was not easy to be with, but Herman respected his friend, even though he did have a tendency to go off on a tangent from time to time.

Standing outside smoking a cigarette, he was contemplating the mysteries of life, and the epic battle between good and evil.

On the one hand, it seemed as though the saviour had arrived, and yet, from what he had seen with his own eyes, he was more evil than good.

Looking up at the stars, he wondered if there was some sort of space opera going on in which two different types of extraterrestrials were fighting it out in some kind of cosmic war?

Maybe the human race had been part of it, but could not remember due to suffering some kind of mass amnesia, or at the very least, unable to see through the current set of smoke and mirrors?

It could even possibly be down to hypnotic commands, and as it turned out, hypnotism was his forte!

He smiled to himself when he thought about Edward Rogers, and how he had managed to break through the false memories implanted into his mind.

He was a spaceman, and a former inhabitant of Mars!

In essence, the human species was nothing more than an information processing unit, and would accept illusory information as if it was reality, whatever that was!

Perhaps that was the premise for so called geoengineering, which seemed to be dumbing down the whole population?

He inhaled some more smoke from his cigarette, considering that thought for a moment. There was no doubt that there was a deliberate, large-scale intervention into the Earth’s climate.

The first part was the so called Chemtrails, which he had seen in the skies forming grid-like patterns where poisonous vapours were pumped in to the sky via aircraft. They worked hand in hand with Scalar Waves, which injected high-frequency radio energy into the ionosphere via large radio transmitters such as HAARP the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program.

Together, the metallic vapour trails acted as conductors for the radio waves, and could dramatically change the weather patterns, causing storms and activating others, or changing their direction completely.

Genetically Modified Organisms formed the final part of the trilogy, where crops were altered, fluoride added to the water, and vaccines tainted with harmful chemicals.

Ralph sighed, doubting that anyone realised it was all true, and part of the so called Agenda 21.

That was all about population control, and forcing people off the land and away from certain areas and into others.

There was even a monument detailing the plan called the Georgia Guide Stones, and carved onto them there were ten declared aims:

To maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.

To guide reproduction wisely - improving fitness and diversity.

To unite humanity with a living new language.

To rule passion - faith - tradition - and all things with tempered reason.

To protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.

To let all nations rule internally, resolving external disputes in a world court.

To avoid petty laws and useless officials.

To balance personal rights with social duties.

To prize truth - beauty - love - seeking harmony with the infinite.

And finally.

To be not a cancer on the earth - Leave room for nature - Leave room for nature.

In other words Big Brother!

Had all of this been done to make everyone malleable to the purported second coming deception?

Ralph’s head was a torrent of thoughts rushing over the rocks in his head!

Herman strolled out to get some night air, and could see Ralph deep in thought. They were in a bit of a predicament, and he was not looking forward to the morning.

After giving his old friend some space, he turned to face him and felt as though he had to get more details about the telephone conversation.

“What exactly did the caller say?”

Ralph sighed.

“Just that they would be in touch!”

Herman did not like the sound of that and looked up at the stars for inspiration.

Something felt wrong, and it was not just the prospect of being interned.

The sky seemed strange, and at first he could not put his finger on it. For a start, something seemed to be blocking out some of the stars, and then there was a strange sound. It was a type of whooshing, as if the air was being pushed out of the way. He then looked down, and could see one of Ralph’s delicately pruned trees begin to sway.

What made it even stranger was the fact that the night was still, without any breeze at all!

Then things suddenly got a whole lot stranger…


Stars were a uniform round shape and twinkled with different brightness’s according to how far away they were. Sometimes, planets appeared as bright glistening balls in the night’s sky, but as long as he could remember, Herman had never seen one that was oblong!

Maybe he had had a little too much whisky?

Then as he stared in disbelief, it began to lower, hovering just above Ralph’s feng shui garden.

Herman’s mouth fell agape, as a head suddenly popped out.

“Oh hello, I’m looking for Ralph Best and Herman Spink!”

Lance Parker had put his super star fighter on auto pilot, as he leaned out, hovering over the perfect garden formation.

Ralph dropped his cigarette in shock, nearly burning a hole in his slipper.

“Sorry to bother you, but as I said on the blower, I need your help!”

Both psychologists felt very light headed as they looked up in disbelief. It was surreal, and for anyone watching, it must have looked like a scene from a weird science fiction film, although most of them had already been censored.

Then, still dumbfounded, the two friends began to climb up an invisible ladder into an equally invisible spaceship, and in the distance, the crashing of crockery signalled that at least one of the neighbours had witnessed something from a nearby kitchen window…

The President sat in the oval office as his tenure had also disappeared. Finally, his enemies had succeeded although not in the way, he had ever envisioned, and it had all been foreseen, that is, if you took any notice of soothsayers!

Probably the most famous of all was Michel de Nostradame commonly known as Nostradamus, the 16th century apothecary and seer, who published 942 poetic quatrains in 1555.

Previously, he had been far too busy running the country to take any notice of such things, but now that he had a little more time on his hands, the President found himself leafing through a copy he had found in the library. He had taken it out on impulse, and scanned over various predictions until he came across one that peaked his curiosity.

Century 1:57

The trumpet shakes with great discord.
An agreement broken: lifting the face to heaven:
The bloody mouth will swim with blood;
The face anointed with milk and honey lies on the ground.

If he were to be the trumpet, then he had been enraged, as he had been betrayed in the name of religion. He also had a reputation for shouting down the telephone, particularly at General Swartz. A deep sense of regret filled his body as he thought about the poor man and his wife, stuck out there in a stasis field. If the mission had been a success then none of this would have happened, but it had not, and now he, and everyone else was paying the price.

An agreement had indeed been broken, and not just by the people who had elected him. An ancient peace treaty lay in ruins, and the alien invaders had now taken over. Looking at the bust of Churchill, it reminded him of the Treaty of Versailles that had ended the state of war between Germany and the Allied Powers, signed on 28th June 1919.

The Maginot Line was a series of concrete fortifications built by the French to deter any further invasion by Germany, who in 1940 instead of attacking directly, bypassed it rapidly advancing through the Ardennes forest.

These aliens also seem to have used the back door!

Lifting the face to heaven was more profound than even Nostradamus could have imagined - the face on Mars!

The next part was just as accurate, as metaphorically speaking, the bloody mouth will swim with blood, was a direct connection to the fact that he did have blood on his hands!

He had ordered the Secret Space Fleet to engage the temple shaped craft, and all hands had been lost, whilst the face anointed with milk and honey lies on the ground. That was another direct reference, as he had been elected by the people. The American Dream the ideal by which equality of opportunity was available to any American, allowing the highest aspirations and goals to be achieved, and that just like the milk, had now gone sour!

The next quatrain he read was just as disturbing!

Century III:57

The republic of the great city
Will not want to consent to the great severity:
King summoned by trumpet to go out,
The ladder at the wall, the city will repent.

He could understand that, after all, look at what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah!

The King summoned by trumpet, was obviously the broadcast, and the ladder at the wall must surely be a reference to this so called Messiah climbing over their defences, capturing Washington without a single shot being fired!

The President kept turning the pages hoping to find something more positive.

Century X:76

The great Senate will ordain the triumph
For one who afterwards will be vanquished, driven out:
At the sound of the trumpet of his adherents there will be
put up for sale their possessions, enemies expelled.

The U.S. Senate had quickly ordained the Messiah, but Nostradamus had predicted that he would eventually be vanquished. That looked unlikely, but being as Nostradamus’s predictions had been accurate so far, maybe somehow he would see his enemies have their assets seized, and be expelled…


Starlight sparkled in the clear night’s sky, reflecting down on the row of houses which sat in an ordinary street, of an ordinary town. However, things in the sky were far from ordinary!

Dr. Samantha Jarvis paced about in her garden having returned from evening worship. Initially, she had been totally convinced of the second coming, but after encountering Ralph Best's eyes in an impromptu hypnotic session, and having also experienced the dramatic changes in society, she was having a few doubts. Voicing them publicly though, was another matter entirely!

Being raised as a Christian, she had always believed, but somehow the draconian measure now in place just seemed to go against what she believed in herself.

Just like Herman and Ralph, after getting home she had poured herself a glass of whisky, a habit she had acquired from spending time with them. They were an odd pair, and a disagreement about the second coming had strained her relationship with Herman, something she was now beginning to regret.

Why was it that they could not just settle down together?

Taking a sip, she could hear a strange whooshing sound and instinctively looked up to see what it was.

Part of the sky seemed to be blocked out by something, and then, just like Ralph, she spotted an oblong light, which seemed to be descending rapidly towards her.

Samantha Jarvis looked at her glass of whisky and then back towards the light, wondering if she had drunk it a little too quickly.

In a carbon copy of Ralph’s experience, she also stared in disbelief, as it began to lower, hovering just above her garden.

The Doctor dropped her glass of whisky which clattered to the ground shattering on a paving slab. This time Lance Parker was controlling his super star fighter, and it was Herman Spink who was the one leaning out.

Then, their eyes met!

There was then a moment’s silence before Samantha spoke.


He did his best to smile.

"What sort of mess have you got yourself into now…"

That had been the question General Swartz had asked himself as he heard the lift doors opening way below him. The alien creature was on the move…

It had been a bit of a shock to say the least, as the two friends found themselves inside a spaceship. They could do nothing but sit down on one of the two rows of seats, as they were shocked and stunned by Lance’s arrival.

He had not said very much apart from introducing himself and informing them that he had another pickup to make.

A third stunned person now joined them, as the Doctor had just been helped aboard.

They sat there like the Three Wise Monkeys of Japanese folk law. Together they were supposed to embody the principle of see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil!

They were also associated with being of good mind, speech and action, and of turning the proverbial blind eye!

The super star fighter quickly rose through the air, and up into the sky, and was soon entering the upper atmosphere, and then on into space. When the Major had checked and rechecked his scanners and was sure that the coast was clear, he returned to his passengers.

Lance Parker sat on one of the seats opposite, and began to explain that he needed a medical doctor, and an expert to unlock minds. He then went on to tell them all about the spacecraft carrier and the other events surrounding Iapetus.

The three wise monkeys sat in silence, trying to digest what they were being told, and when the Major had finished he looked at Ralph.

"Well, what do you think?"

Ralph sighed.

"I think I need to go and see a psychologist…"


Across the void of space, another presence watched the unfolding drama. Tyr the Sky God lay in his chamber hooked up to the vast holographic crystalline computer created for him by scientists who had passed away long before the human race had even been conceived.

His daughter’s Replicant body was frozen in the stasis beam, whilst her other self was with the Aser. That in itself would have been comforting, apart from the fact that they were also now in danger…

Lance Parker chuckled at Ralph’s reply.

"It took me a while to track you down, and I have had a devil of a job avoiding the patrols."

He then went on to tell them all about the other secret space program, and the problems it had been causing him.

“For as far back as anyone can remember, there have always been Mystery Schools which have guarded ancient knowledge, both mystical and scientific. Back in the 1920's and 30's Germany, the Vril and Thule Societies, and The Order of the Black Sun, were seeking this esoteric knowledge. They scoured the planet looking for ancient artefacts, and knowledge which they attained sometimes at the point of a gun!”

The Major appeared to be off on a tangent just like Ralph!

“Their scientists were already years ahead of ours, and with the aid of what they learnt created Die glocke (the bell) an anti-gravity engine, which they eventually placed into their so called foo fighters. These were revolutionary disc shaped craft, and the original flying saucers.”

The three wise monkeys looked at one another.

“Those secret societies were separate from the main war effort, and when the Americans entered the war, they realised that it would be lost. So, they set up enclaves in previous German territories in Argentina, Brazil, and in Antarctica, which they renamed New Swabia Land founded in 1938.”

Lance Parker was now in full swing!

“Germany already had advanced submarines which were used to supply these enclaves, and to move their exotic craft and technology, along with their scientists to these automotus regions. Natural geothermal activity combined with huge air pockets under the ice, made it possible for them to develop what they needed in secret.”

Herman did not like where this was going, and like most Germans, felt very uncomfortable when anyone talked about that part of their history.

“After the war in 1945, Operation Paperclip, was set up to recruit the remaining German scientists, who replaced many of the less advanced American ones, in an effort to boost the American military as the Cold War took hold.

However, the enclaves presented a problem, so in an effort to seize the secreted advanced technology, Operation High Jump was launched in 1946/7. A large naval task force under Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd was sent to Antarctic to defeat and capture the break away Germans.”

Herman shuffled in his seat.

“Unfortunately, they were resoundingly defeated by the revolutionary craft.”

He then frowned.

“A standoff then took place and the paperclip scientists were used to negotiate with the other Germans. The breakaways made demands which the Americans refused to accept, until Foo Fighters flew in formation over Washington in 1952. President Harry S. Truman then reluctantly accepted their terms in the hope that his people could infiltrate and steal their advanced technology.”

Ralph put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Unfortunately, that plan failed miserably, and instead, the breakaways infiltrated America using industrialists who could see the advantages of what they had to offer, and the money they could make. Many of those had already bankrolled the Nazis in the first place!”

Like most Germans, Herman’s family had suffered in the aftermath of the war, and his grandmother had told him stories which had given him nightmares as a child.

Lance Parker knew that he had to tread carefully, but they all needed to know the true situation, if he was going to be able to mount any sort of resistance.

“This is what President Dwight D. Eisenhower was referring to as the Military Industrial Complex, otherwise known as Deep State, the Secret Government or the Powers That Be, and accounted for the Brain Drain of the 1950s and 60s, as they wanted labour and resources for their various secret space programs.”

This was all news to them, and not good news at that!

Some of the American Military also has its own space programs, which was where General Swartz fitted in.

Lance then breathed out a huge sigh of relief having relayed some of the information he had managed to gather.

"It's amazing what you discover when you do a little digging!

His hacking skills had certainly come in handy....


Bright impulses of light flickered on and off in a pulsating resonant wave of infinitesimal duration, refracting off the crystalline surface of the subterranean chamber.

Way above, a vast pyramidal structure stood tribute to the builders of a long lost civilisation, who had adorned it with large metallic plates; although fragmented by age; they still gave the visage of its most revered citizen staring up at the heavens.

Tyr the Sky God was one of the Ancients, a group of elders who had been immortalised in legend, although thanks to the holographic brain, he lived on.

Since his awakening, he had masterminded Earth’s defence against his eternal enemy, and now that their subterfuge had been revealed, he realised that his new foe was even more dangerous than the one he thought he had been fighting.

Amongst his new children, there were some who could communicate telepathically over great distances, as space and time provided no barrier. This communication was on a mental plane, and therefore instantaneous, being a projection of energy in the form of vibration.

According to ancient Earth mythology, the Self, was a dimension of higher consciousness, connected to what was referred to as cosmic consciousness - the soul or spirit within us. Some scientists had therefore postulated this energy filled the universe as a hyperdimension of consciousness, a fifth dimension in which faster than light particles called sygons were able to create connections between minds.

One scientist in particular, Rupert Sheldrake produced a theory of Morphic Resonance Fields which contained the consciousness of a species within the electromagnetic field of the planet they inhabited. Mars had had its fragmented by the nuclear detonations, but some still remained.

Further out, the consciousness of the Ancients drifted as an invisible cloud, and it was through this that he was now communicating with another of the Ancients in a different part of the galaxy.

Tyr had also hacked into several Earth computer systems, and discovered that there was an organisation closely linked to his enemy who referred to themselves as the Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate. It was an offshoot of the defence manufacturers, and they had several bases, one of which was right under his proverbial nose here on Mars!

A tsunami of Information now flowed between them, nearly overwhelming his mainframe. Somehow, part of his memory had been lost during the initial attack eons ago, and it seemed as though there were many gaps in his knowledge.

This I.C.C. was involved in all sorts of monstrous activities including the inhumane mistreatment of his children, and genetic experimentation, and when he dug a little deeper, he began to realise just how evil they really were!

His heart sank as they both began to have doubts as to whether the human species was worth saving, as he learnt all about World War II, the Nazis and the Japanese atrocities, which were yet another dark episode in his children’s history.

Above Top Secret files began to open on Earth, as he continued his research, and the records clearly showed who actually won the war, and it was not the good guys!

It seemed as though there were some whose thirst for power rivalled even that of the Reptilians!

After the war, there had been a mad scramble to acquire the scientists who were responsible for the so called wonder weapons used against the Allies, and Operation Paperclip just brushed over the records of the war criminals who were recruited into what quickly became known as the Military Industrial Complex.

The new Central Intelligence Agency recruited them too, and the collection of thugs, thieves, torturers, and murderers became some of their first employees.

Former Nazis soon began to influence the also new National Aeronautics and Space Administration, which even depicted the Reptilian’s ancestral home of the Orion Star System on their shoulder patches.

Clearly, there was an influence somewhere!

Things began to make more sense, and it seemed as though they were up to their old tricks of fifth column infiltration to weakening from within.

That particular term derived from General Emilio Mola during the Spanish Civil War. At the Siege of Madrid in 1936, he told a journalist that as his four columns of troops approached, a fifth column of supporters inside the city would support him and undermine the Republican Government.

Clearly, the Reptilians were undermining the American one!

Most people had absolutely no idea, and yet it was there in plain sight, as President George H. W. Bush in his speech on September 11, 1990, before a joint session of Congress announced:

Out of these troubled times, our objective, a New World Order can emerge.

Today, that new world is struggling to be born, a world quite different from the one we have known.

That sounded ominously like the Fourth Reich...

It seemed as though information was tumbling out everywhere, and for those inside the super star fighter, they began to wonder what difference they would be able to make.

Ralph Best was a bit of a conspiracy buff, and his O.C.D. had not just manifested in his garden. His old friend Herman Spink knew all about that, particularly as one of his former clients, the man sitting next to him, had originally professed to being a wanted man!

Lance Parker had posed as Barry, who was convinced that someone was after him. It had all been subterfuge, luring Herman into the British undercover plot to gain access to Tyr’s daughter, who had been in stasis for eons.

The main question now was:

What were they all doing here…


Bright impulses of light flickered back and forth across the holographic brain, as Tyr the Sky God accessed more information. He was still communicating with one of the other Ancients who, unlike him, was not confined to a crystalline matrix.

He had been isolated from them for so long, that he barely remembered what it had been like to be with his own kind. Somehow, the vast cloud of charged particles which the solar system had now entered, had enabled the connection.

Way out there somewhere, the thought form was providing him with a fascinating insight into his people's history.

Tyr soon discovered that the humans in this galaxy were originally from the Lyra constellation, and had established peaceful civilizations on several planets. The Reptilians on the other hand, were a warlike species concentrated in the Orion constellation, and had attacked and enslaved the inhabitants of many neighbouring star systems.

They had developed fearsome weapons, and suddenly invaded the human civilisations, and the survivors fled far and wide, and eventually organised themselves into a Federation to protect themselves from any possible future threats.

Humans eventually arrived in this solar system occupying his home Mars, which at the time still had its oceans.

In the very distant past, there had been a large planet named Tiamat, which had been shattered by planetary impacts, and part of it had eventually formed the Earth. The smaller fragments then went on to form the asteroid belt, with the larger fragments being captured by the strong magnetic pulls of the gas giants Saturn and Jupiter and had become moons of those planets.

On one such moon, often referred to as a rouge planet with a very elliptical orbit, another sort of humanoid life form emerged, and whilst that was taking place, the Ancients developed a very advanced civilisation. They constructed vast structures throughout the solar system, and also a moon to give stability to the unstable Earth.

The Ancients eventually ascended to a higher plane of existence, but Tyr remained to look after his people's flourishing civilisation.

It was a time of great achievement, until one day the other humans from the rouge planet suddenly attacked them.

Tyr remembered the invasion well, as it had caused him to be deactivated.

His people were defeated, his planet and civilisation decimated, and the survivors were conscripted into these humans (often referred to as space pirates) military, or forced into hard labour. They eventually rebelled, which is when his new children the human slave labourers were created.

After many thousands of years, the rouge planet's elliptical orbit came too close to the Earth causing the poles to shift catastrophically and wiping out species and civilisations. It eventually settled as the planet Venus.

Civilisation was rebuilt, only to be destroyed by the eventual rebellion and peace treaty, which had recently been broken.

Meanwhile, the Reptilians continued to expand their empire, eventually entering the Earth’s solar system.

It was like putting the missing pieces of a vast jigsaw puzzle together, and Tyr was astounded at what he was now learning!

He had come across accounts of giant humans which were referred to as Denisovians and Neanderthals, and now understood where they fitted in to his children's history, and modern humans appeared to contain both strains of DNA!

The Reptilians were not done, though, and established secret underground bases, and began to abduct humans which they used to create hybrids to infiltrate the various new Earth civilizations.

The infiltrators slowly began to gain influential positions, which brought them up to the present day.

Interestingly, as part of their anatomy, modern humans had a section referred to as the Reptilian Brain!

Tyr now had the full story, and what a story it was …

Doctor Samantha Jarvis also had a story, and one which was a far cry from the surgery, where all she had to deal with were the usual complaints.

Leaving the relative normality of her garden in an invisible spacecraft, was just as odd as the second coming!

Maybe she needed to see a psychologist too...


Way out in the depths of the galaxy, a small space station floated like a bottle bobbing up and down in an endless sea of stars. It stood guard over a small planet in a backwater solar system, on the fringes of Aser territory.

Halvor was on the graveyard shift again, although technically, it was always daytime, due to the sun which constantly bathed it in light. Shutters mimicked the various times, and were fully lowered in the late evening, to give the impression of night.

At least it was quiet now, with the hustle and bustle of station life dying out as most people got some sleep. Halvor, on the other hand, had to stay awake for another few hours before his shift ended, and he had the chance to crawl into bed.

Yawning, he checked his monitors yet again, but all was quiet.

It was always quiet!

The only time anything out of the ordinary had ever happened was when a bullet probe had suddenly appeared from Sector 11. Midgard had been quiet for what seemed like an eternity, and now it was well and truly back on the map.

The Titans had been reactivated, and news of their victory had spread around the station like wildfire!

Things were certainly hotting up in that sector, and he had been ordered to keep a close eye on it. All was quiet however, a little too quiet for his liking...

The silence aboard the super star fighter was broken by Lance Parker, who after sharing some background information, thought that it was about time that he briefed his crew on the mission itself.

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