Origins

Eons ago, as tales go, an advanced race of beings arrived on Earth in search of gold. They are of an ancient species that come from a hidden planet in our own solar system. Tall human-like beings up to 12 ft in height. Mighty and majestic. The atmosphere of their home planet was failing, and they were using gold dust to reflect sunlight away from the atmosphere. They were extremely advanced in their technology. Most likely a Type II or III civilization on the Kardashev Scale. We are presently a Type 0. They brought with them a large group of a lesser race- tall, gray, humanoid figures with bulbous heads and large eyes. These beings were subservient to their masters and were brought to work. 

During operations here on the planet, there was a dispute. The workers mutinied. The leader of the expedition to Earth, the son of their King, came up with a pragmatic solution. He did not wish to brutalize his workers, but he knew he needed workers to boost production and meet deadlines his father had set. Urgency demanded it. 

In the nearby forests were herds of hominids that were not intelligent but did use basic tools and had crude communicative abilities. The Son consulted his brother and his colleagues and decided, together and with permission from their father/King, to create a new race of workers using their DNA to complement the DNA of the hominid creatures. They were looking for very particular traits and characteristics. “Let us make man in our image,” he proposed. And so the gods did just that. They took the newly formed “man”, whom they called Adamu, east, where they had planted a garden called Eden. Some suggest Eden may be a reference to Erridu, the Sumerian city built by the Annunaki. 

We were made to work. By “made”, I mean “designed, specifically”. That simple. Born into a kind of slavery or forced subjugation. Our makers were not cruel, but practical and kind. For thousands of years of unrecorded early human history, we worked, we mined, and we built. Pyramids, Obelisks, cities, roads, etc. Our creators taught early humans many things. About language, astrology, agriculture, metallurgy, architecture, chemistry, how to make tools and weapons, medicines, etc. They taught us many things we have long forgotten. 

Our makers eventually left us in the charge of their original workforce- the tall gray aliens. Humans called them The Watchers. The tall grays interbred with early humans and the result was monstrous. The offspring of those humans and their mid-level managers were called the Nephilim by the Book of Enoch, the Bible, and other pertinent works. Giants of old, men of renown. Sometimes those giants would hunt and kill- even eat- humans. The skeletons of those giants and their ancestors can be found all over the world. Particularly in the American West, oddly enough. Paiute legend holds that red-headed cannibalistic giants once waged war against their ancestors and were defeated in a cave in what is now Northwest Nevada. The evidence is real and proof exists. The town of Winnemucca, NV, is named for the last chief of the Paiute. His daughter, named for him, recounted the tales of his battles against the red giants as history, not legend, until her death. She carried with her her father’s chest plate that had a tuft of red hair woven into it. Her father, she taught, had taken that hair from one of the defeated giants in battle. Her father and his warriors pushed the giants deep into Lovelock Cave in pre-historic Nevada. There, he and his men sealed the entrance and burned the last of the giants alive. To this day, that cave bears evidence to support that event. 

The Nephilim and early mankind were a total mess. We were a failed experiment. So much so that our makers returned and tried to destroy all of us by initiating a worldwide cataclysm. Every culture on Earth tells its own version of that story. Sumerian myth tells the story of Utnapishtum and the flood and how he gathered the seed of all animals into a boat upon the waters thousands of years before the Hebrews told of Noah in their version of that story. The Book of Enoch, gives even more tantalizing details about Noah- how he was born with silver-white hair and eyes that shown as white. Enoch wrote much about Noah and the Nephilim and the gods from the sky who rode chariots of fire. Enoch was mentioned in the Bible, too…but only briefly. Enough to describe how Enoch walked with Elohim and was taken up into the sky in their chariot of fire and was gone. 

But hold up….I’ve given you enough to think about. And I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s back up. Humans were made for what reason? To serve an alien race as manual laborers? Ok. Stop and think about that. Like, really think about it. We spend alot of time worried about our purpose in life. Why am I here? What am I supposed to do? We all feel this inner tug…this pull, this angst…to do…well, something. We don’t know what, but we are all pretty damn sure we should be busy doing some damn thing or another. 

Well, kids, if our species was genetically built to be worker bees, does it sensibly follow that a life of manual servitude would be one that we might find naturally and deeply fulfilling? I believe we are here to work. Why? Because we’re told to. Does that sum up the human experience or what? Though our masters have long since left, we are still generally most happy when we are productively and actively working towards a greater cause. It is in our DNA. Because the son of a king would rather hardwire you to work than beat you for refusing.

Stop and really think about what I’ve said here. For more, read up on Sumerian legends about the Annunaki, the “sky people”. The emotional and fiery Enlil and his practical, compassionate brother Enki. In the meantime, write down off the top of your head if, how, and why anything I’ve said in this entry contradicts anything you have been taught or believe about who God is. Not what he is. Who. Then think about it a few more days. And then revisit what you wrote. 

Kids, I’ve built a narrative here. Or something like that. It is, in its pieces, somewhat historical. I have woven the fabric together to tell this story. This narrative represents what I believe to be the most reasonable explanation for who we are and how we got here. May sound crazy. But time will tell. 

Do your own homework. Don’t accept what you’re told. And never accept that just because you AREN’T told something, that there is nothing to know. We know lots of things on this planet. Many of those things can’t be explained. When humans encounter unexplainable things that push beyond their accepted societal and personal narratives, we tend to just fucking ignore their meaning. We know Stonehenge is there. We are 98% certain Atlantis existed. We all know UFO’s exist. The only reason not to know that at this point is denial. We know all these things and more. But because we can’t explain them, we just pretend their meaning isn’t important enough to fret over. That doesn’t mean it isn’t. 

Look into Ancient Astronaut Theory. Read Sumerian legend. Hindu origin stories. Native American and Aboriginal creation stories and flood stories. Read your history. It’s all there. Observe all of the unexplained physical and archeological phenomena across the planet- pyramids, obelisks, lost cities, buried statues, myths and legends. Hints and evidence of advanced technology on Earth millions of years ago. Read about the various cataclysms that occurred and rebooted life on Earth several times. Comets. Pole shifts. Look around at what is happening in the world today. Interstellar objects, UAPS, serious discussions of UFO and life on other planets. Signals from other galaxies. These are real things that are happening. Read your Bible. I’m beginning to suspect that a most literal interpretation of the Bible as a work of context-bound literature (not religion or faith) is probably where we may find the most truth within its covers. Chariots of fire, indeed. I say NOT a work of religion or faith because faith is not a certain path to Truth, and the fundamental choice of religion is, at its end, simply another loop.

Take from this what is of value to you. Leave the rest for another time.