Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins (26 page)

‘But why should the end of the Mayan calendar mark the return of Satan?’

‘In fact the Mayan calendar was previously called the Olmec calendar. It was made by one of Enki’s sons, who wanted to warn his people of the evil that was to come. The start of the Mayan calendar is the year of Enlil’s exile. The last year of it foresees the start of a new era: when Enlil’s exile is over and he returns to this dimension. No one knows how he will return, but return he will, and he will walk among humans as an equal. Another part of my mission is to alert people about this event, which is almost upon us.’

‘Well, this is a most amazing conversation, but we will have to take a break. We’ll be back in a minute with more revelations from David Griffin, the emissary of Jesus Christ.’

Everyone was appalled at David’s revelations. They were too many and too hard to take in for just one day. There were people who were horrified at what they had heard; and many others were laughing, skeptical about it all. The television channels worldwide were full of news of David. Now he had a great burden to bear. Thousands of people would follow him. Thousands of others would persecute him and speak ill of him. He would have to be ready for everything that might happen, and he would have to try to open the minds of the people to what was to come.

After Oprah’s program, not a day passed without David giving an interview to television, newspaper, magazine or radio. Every day his agenda was full. For two weeks he gave himself up solely to interviews, until he had been able to reveal almost everything. During this period he went to a laboratory to give blood for the DNA test which the Vatican had proposed. Thousands of skeptics throughout the world waited for the results of the test which could confirm they were right about David Griffin.

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HAPTER 35

Some weeks later

All the press was gathered in front of the DNA Diagnostic Center in Manhattan. There were hundreds of journalists, photographers and cameramen trying to find a space in front of the building where the official result of David Griffin’s DNA test would be announced, comparing it with the DNA that the Vatican alleged was Jesus Christ’s. Apart from the journalists, the road was blocked by police, to prevent a surge of thousands of people who also wanted to know the result of the test at first hand, live. But only the press was allowed to be there. After a two-hour wait beyond the time scheduled for the Diagnostic Center’s announcement, Dr. Ellen House approached the stage that had been set up, full of microphones, to give the final result. She was wearing a white jacket and in her hand she carried a red envelope. The envelope was sealed, and she began to tear it open. The laboratory had employed a firm of auditors to witness the whole examination process and two men in suits and ties, employees of the auditing firm, followed Dr. House closely. Many US and foreign television channels were broadcasting the proceedings live. Dr. House took a piece of paper out of the red envelope. She took a step forwards to be nearer to the microphones, put on her glasses and slowly began to read the result.

‘In accordance with samples of DNA furnished to our team by the Vatican, in the presence of two auditors, and compared with the blood collected from Mr. David Griffin, we are pleased to announce that the result of the test was 99.999% compatibility, in other words, the DNA samples belong to the same person or to identical twin siblings.’

The journalists went ballistic and all of them started putting questions at the same time. Meanwhile, the people who were watching the news and who believed in David felt relieved and very happy at the result. Some unbelievers began to invent conspiracy theories and suchlike, yet others yielded to the truth and repented of the mistaken judgment they had made. Benjamin Uggae was watching the BBC in his office, in Switzerland, and was extremely annoyed at the result. Weeks earlier, when he had learnt that the two cardinals had proposed the DNA test, he almost had them both killed, but nothing further could be done: the Pope had taken the decision and no intervention on his part would have been able to stop the test in time. It had never occurred to him that the Vatican might possess the DNA of Jesus, or he himself would have stolen it. ‘There’s nothing more to be done. The boy won this round,’ thought Benjamin, accepting the fact that he had failed in discrediting David before the population of the world. ‘Now I have to concentrate on getting my master back, that’s the only way that I shall have eternal life.’ Benjamin now would have to concern himself with the preparations for December of 2012, and with the particle accelerator that would be used to open the gateway between the universe where Enlil was in exile and this one. The experiments with the accelerator had not been conclusive up till now. Benjamin’s job was to convince the most powerful nations in the world to invest in the largest particle accelerator ever known and to pursue the project, so that the instrument should be ready to operate at maximum thrust in December of 2012.

‘Doctor, is there a chance that the test is not 100% effective?’ asked a journalist.

‘As I said, the test is 99.999% precise. In other words, yes, there is a discrepancy of 0.001% between the two DNAs. However, three tests were done, with three different samples from the two donors, and they all gave the same result.’

‘Doctor, how secure is the testing procedure? Who can guarantee they were not switched?’ asked another journalist.

‘We engaged a firm of auditors who were present at all stages of the test. In addition we stepped up our own security. The samples did not remain unattended for a single minute, so I can confidently say that it’s impossible for any type of fraud to have been committed. Later on the firm that carried out the audit will make a copy of its report available to the press. Nor can we forget that the whole process was filmed and the films have been kept, and can be made available if there is any suspicion of fraud. Next question.’

‘Doctor, can you confirm that the DNA analyzed is not human DNA?’

‘This I cannot reveal, as we were contracted only to give an opinion as to whether the samples were or were not compatible. Next!’

‘Doctor, based on this result can you confirm that David Griffin is a clone of Jesus?’

‘All we did was analyze the DNA; it’s not for us to say who is a clone of whom. If I replied in the affirmative I would be saying that the DNA collected in the Vatican is in fact from Jesus Christ, but that is something I cannot confirm, as I have no way of saying whose DNA that is. All I can say is that the DNA in the possession of the Vatican is identical to Mr. David Griffin’s DNA.’

‘Do you think it’s really possible that David may be a clone?’

‘Cloning is perfectly possibly these days. Even at the time Mr. Griffin was born it was already possible. All I can say is that, if he is not a clone of the person whose genetic material was deposited on the Vatican’s artifact, then either he is that person’s twin brother or the person himself.’

‘Doctor, what could happen to Dr. Thomas Griffin, who was responsible for David’s cloning?’

‘That’s a question I can’t answer. But my own opinion is this: if in fact he created a human clone, he should win the Nobel Prize. I don’t think any punishment will be meted out, as the United States does not have any sort of law prohibiting the cloning of a being. Thank you all for your attention, my time is now up. Goodbye,’ said Dr. Ellen House, turning her back and heading towards the exit of the building.

A long time went by. David had created a sort of universal religion which accepted people from all over the world. He made no distinction between Jews, evangelicals, Catholics. The people could continue worshipping as their own religions taught and at the same time become members of the Arammu Order, whose name in Sumerian means “love”. Love was precisely what David was preaching throughout the world. Love of one’s neighbor, of animals, of nature. Human beings should love in order to become better people. This way mankind would be lifted on to a new level of greatness, and would finally evolve. Even though David accepted people of all religions, a good part of the members preferred to give up their old beliefs and instead follow only the teaching and principles proposed by Arammu. There were more than five hundred million faithful in the whole world. The Catholic Church had lost nearly forty percent of its followers. Several other Christian religions also lost thousands.

Arammu attracted more and more people, preaching love and revealing the truth about the gods of old and the future of mankind. Furthermore, within the Order the people were instructed always to help one another, whatever situation they were in. This created a great sense of family and brotherhood. People helped one another and nobody deceived anybody. Those who entered the Order were really prepared to change their lives and their principles. If a brother from the order in China visited the United States and had nowhere to stay, he would be easily accommodated in the house of another brother. If a brother was unemployed, he could find a job in another brother’s company. If a brother’s tire blew out on the highway, he could find help straight away, from another brother who was driving past. The synergy between members was enormous; and their only purpose was to carry the word of love to other people and to bring others into the Order, with the intention of helping to spread the knowledge and the philosophy it taught. Unlike the traditional churches, Arammu asked no one for money, but even so the members contributed because they knew that the order needed money to grow and to build temples where the brothers could meet. All the order’s books were open to the members via the internet. Every member had access to all the expenses, and none of the money was used improperly to enrich any particular person. In addition to the Christians who joined the order, thousands of Jews and Muslims, as well as people of other non-Christian religions, enrolled themselves in the philosophy of love. And the members joined together to perform charitable works. They took food to the hungry and medicines to places without access to them. The people identified themselves with the principles of the new order. If all the people on earth were to follow the principles of the members of Arammu, they would be ready to evolve.

At a time when David, through his order, was working to save people throughout the world, his enemies were working behind the scenes to bring Satan back. Time was short, but there was nothing else for David to do. The only thing that was in his power to do was to spread the knowledge to the people, so that when Satan appeared they would not believe in him. Time was passing and David knew that when the moment came the world would no longer be the same. Famine, disease and war were coming. But this had been foretold from the earliest times.

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HAPTER 36

New York, 20th December 2012

Maria was walking hurriedly, a cup of coffee in her hand, towards the building where she worked as a daily maid. That day, she was cleaning the apartment of the ex-governor of New York, George Griffin, in Manhattan. As George lived alone with his wife, and his faithful guardian, John, had died a year earlier, he had decided not to have any more servants. He had retired from politics, and a daily maid cleaned the house twice a week. That was enough, as the couple divided their time between the Manhattan top-floor apartment and their country house in Alaska. Maria hurried into the building, as she was late, and George, who was methodical as ever, didn’t like his staff arriving late. When the elevator stopped at the top floor and the door opened, giving a view of the inside of the living room, Maria could see there was a terrible mess. ‘My God, those damned kids spent the weekend here, look at the state of the place.’ Maria was referring to George’s great-grandchildren, who used to visit him with their parents at the weekends. As she walked down the corridor she saw that the mess was worse than usual. Everything was very quiet, which wasn’t usual, as George always had the television on to follow the news. As she slowly approached the living room she saw that some of the furniture was broken and that chairs were flung upside down. ‘My God, has there been a robbery?’ With every step she took, Maria got more worried. When she got to the middle of the living room, what she saw froze her to the spot. Instinctively she gave a cry which the downstairs neighbor could hear. The ex-governor was lying on the floor with blood all over his body. He was wearing a bath-robe and a pair of Bermuda shorts. The ninety-year-old’s face was disfigured, as if he had been beaten. Maria plucked up her courage and approached George, who was not making a sound. She put her ear to his heart and could not feel it beating. She ran out and called the police.

‘Hallo? For the love of God, send an ambulance. Mr. George is all hurt.’

‘Take it easy, lady. We’ve identified your address and a police car and an ambulance are on their way. Please, calm down and tell me exactly what happened.’

‘It’s Mr. George… I got here and found the house turned upside down. I think he’s dead!’

‘You’re saying that Mr. George Griffin is dead?’ The policeman on the line had checked the name of the owner of the apartment on his computer.

‘But it wasn’t me, I swear! I got here and he was like that,’ said Maria, afraid of being accused of being an illegal immigrant.

‘Easy, lady. The police are on their way. If you want to leave the crime scene, wait outside the apartment till they arrive.’

‘OK I’ll wait.’

The police arrived in less than five minutes. An officer confirmed that George was indeed dead. Seconds later a team of paramedics arrived and started the procedure to try to revive George. The basic procedure was unsuccessful and so the paramedics decided to leave the body where it was, until the arrival of the scene of crime experts. As they were dealing with an important person, the police informed the FBI, who arrived some minutes later and sealed off the area. The investigators started to collect evidence and items which might lead to clues.

As George had been beaten to death the chances of the attacker’s DNA being on his body were good. Charlotte Rowe was the FBI agent on the scene, and she reached down to take out an instrument which was inside a bag attached to her belt. The instrument was a DNA scanner, a novelty which only the FBI used. The scanner was capable of detecting types of DNA on a surface, and if there was more than one type, the percentage of difference between the two as well as whether the DNA was from blood, hair or skin. The apparatus was linked to the FBI central office via internet, and so the result as to who the DNA belonged to was shown instantly on a small liquid crystal screen. The agent scanned the ex-governor’s body carefully. When she finished, in a few seconds the apparatus gave the result:

Number of DNA samples
=
2

DNA1
–
George Griffin

DNA2
–
David Griffin

When she saw David Griffin’s photo on the screen the agent was astonished.

‘My God, it’s not possible!’

Charlotte was a follower of David’s and she couldn’t believe that he could have battered his own great-grandfather to death. Just as she finished reading out the results on the scanner, the cell phone in her pocket rang.

‘Yes, boss.’

‘Is the scanning result correct?’ her superior asked, having seen the result in his office.

‘We’ve been testing the scanner for several months and it’s never gone wrong. I can do it again to confirm the result, if you like.’

‘Do that. When we get the result, if it’s confirmed, we’ll get a warrant for the arrest of the boy.’

‘But, sir, don’t you think we should investigate more thoroughly? There are other variables we can analyze.’

‘Agent Rowe, are you still in doubt about the result?’ replied the chief, while the agent was scanning George’s body once more. ‘Didn’t I tell you? Same result. How can you explain the boy’s blood on the victim’s body? I’m going to get a warrant and when I have it I’ll let you know. In the meantime try and collect more evidence.’

‘Yes, sir. I’ll await your call.’

An hour later, several armed police officers surrounded the building where David Griffin lived with his grandfather Thomas. While the policemen closed the exits, FBI agents Rowe and Andersen went up the elevator together with two men in uniform. When they reached the floor they knocked at the door of the apartment without giving their names. A few seconds later David opened the apartment door.

‘Mr. David Griffin?’ asked Agent Rowe.

‘Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?’

‘You’re under arrest for the murder of George Griffin. Here is the warrant.’ The agent took David’s arm to handcuff him.

‘What? Murder? Of my great-grandfather? You’ve got to be joking,’ replied David, not understanding what was going on.

‘Your great-grandfather was found dead a little more than an hour ago, and guess whose DNA we found on his body?’

‘It’s impossible. I haven’t been out of the house today,’ answered David, starting to cry for the loss of his great-grandfather. ‘Please let me phone my grandfather.’

‘When we get to the FBI you’ll have the right to make a phone call. Now come with us. ‘

At the FBI headquarters in New York, agent Jeffrey Lee asked them to take the handcuffs off David, so that he could question him. David was miserable and downcast, not because of his imprisonment but because of his great-grandfather’s death. ‘Who would do a thing like that?’

‘Mr. Griffin, what have you got to tell me about George Griffin’s death?’

‘I don’t know anything. I haven’t left the house today. They didn’t even tell me how he was killed.’

‘Your great-grandfather was beaten to death and we found your blood on the victim’s body. When someone is attacked it’s usual for the attacker to leave traces of blood or hair,’ said the agent, looking at David’s hands. ‘But wait, there are no marks on your hand. How’s that possible?’

‘I told you, I’ve got nothing to do with this death. They’ve set me up. You’ve got to believe me. Please let me see my grandfather.’

‘Unfortunately I can’t.’

‘Agent Lee. Come here please.’ A sharp voice came through the loudspeaker in the interrogation room.

‘Agent Lee, in case you don’t know, this boy heals people. Don’t you think he’d have the power to heal himself? That’s why there are no marks of aggression on his hands. The wounds must have healed themselves.’

‘You’re right. I’d forgotten that detail.’

‘Go back in there. Hasn’t he asked to use the telephone?’

‘He only asked for his grandfather to be called, but we haven’t been able to locate him yet.’

‘And his lawyer?’

‘He has given up his right to have a lawyer present.’

‘Given up his right? The boy’s crazy. He’s in trouble up to his neck and he still doesn’t want a lawyer?’

David was interrogated for more than an hour. As the FBI didn’t get a confession out of him, he was taken to a slightly more comfortable cell, for they were dealing with a celebrity who had no prior record. The FBI continued its investigations. They were surprised at David’s attitude, the fact that he didn’t want a lawyer and also that they could find no motive for him to have killed his own great-grandfather. The whole story was very odd. The press had found out that David was in prison and in a few hours there were thousands of people outside the FBI building, with placards demanding David’s release. He knew this could only be the work of his enemies. ‘It’s too much of a coincidence for a set-up like this to be arranged just when the time is near for Satan to be released. Do they think I want to interfere in their plans?’ David lay down to rest a little and to think. ‘I hope they find Grandpa. I’ve got to get out of here and I’ve got to see great-grandpa.’