Ninlil of the House of Lord Anu -part 2- short story

The ancient peoples of Earth knew not of our true origins when we first arrived on the planet. Appearing before them as golden spirits caused the earth tribes to honor us as gods. However, the need for natural resources was too great. We had just finished fighting a great galactic war and for now, the peoples of earth were safe. But it also left us with barely no resources to repair our ships and mend our wounded.

We felt that speeding the evolution of your race would be a nice exchange for mining your resources. Many of us saw the potentiality of your race for greatness. Lemuria and Atlantis were examples of such experiments, but these led to great disasters because you weren’t ready. Many within the council became angered by our actions. They believed themselves to be superior. Perhaps it was the war that hardened their hearts and made them narrowed minded. I believe it was the euphoria they felt because the tribes worshiped us as gods.

Civil war escalated and nearly destroyed your world. The Orion Queens found us on this planet that had until now remained cloaked and isolated. Our family was now fighting a war on two fronts – weakening our forces. Eventually the Orion Queens captured Earth and inserted into your genetic coding a master – slave construct designed to make you susceptible to enslavement. You all were already more than willing to hand over your sovereignty.

The Grey League, under the rule of the Orion Queens, captured and tortured many of the forces of the family of Michael, because they were genetic scientists. Inserting the master – slave construct into your genome was one our family’s sins against your race. Many that would not serve were killed but only after having suffered the most sadistic forms of torture unknown to the mind of man. Those of us that surrendered sacrificed our pride for the bigger picture. For these were not men torturing us. These entities through the process of genetic manipulation and constant cloning had become soul-less, demented but not without hope for redemption.

It was truly not their fault really. Thousands of years of genetic manipulation and cloning reduces the soul to ash. It bypasses the natural cycles of reincarnation. There is something inherently vital in returning the dead body back into the soil. It facilitates the entry of the soul into the womb of the earth. Once re-inserted into the electromagnetic grids of earth, the soul can then choose a physical womb to experience its rebirth. While in the womb of its new mother – the hormones and electrical impulses that occur during that process enliven the heart and the shell of the physical vessel. It ensures that the soul retains its memories of previous lives that came before. Remove that and the whole suffers, the race is diminished. Becoming less than the generation that came before.

Through war and chemical warfare, they destroyed their world, cloning was the only viable solution left for their race. However, after several hundred generations these races learned new and improved ways to keep the cloning process going and through their Queen became a hive mind. The Grey League under the rule of the Orion Queens ventured forth to dominate and control countless galaxies and many bowed down to their rule.

Egypt became their home for many years. Egyptian tribes on earth had a reverence for the after-life and felt it was necessary to preserve the body. In ancient Egypt, after the soul departed, the physical body, could be enlivened and resurrected once again through the great machine in Giza. We believed this provided a viable option for healing the Grey League.

However, over many generations the power was abused. The Grey League, made alliances with the Priests and learned all about the chemicals the pineal gland secretes. Humans, children and galactic beings were tortured in unimaginable ways and the chemical secreted from their pineal harvested. Soon it became a drug, for these soul-less clones, now only shells of their true self. Cut off from their soul, these races would become dependent on pineal gland secretions. DMT became their source of sustenance.

Michael was the only being, I ever dared to truly love, and for him I sacrificed it all. It is because of him, that many of you taste the freedom that you do now. Michael’s first form was that of an Archangel. He was known by many names throughout countless lifetimes. Some of his archetypal names among the many were Enlil, Zeus and Adam.

Together with Enki, my beloved Enlil and I, inserted a god gene into your genome. He was always one to have an ace up his sleeve. We needed time to remove the Orion Queens from power and heal the damage they had done. Their rule threatened entire galaxies and your race was not equipped to defend itself yet. The code was time sensitive and would slowly activate within the soul shard of the individual when she or he was ready to know the truth and reclaim their sovereignty.

To reach back more than ten thousand years of galactic history and to write about my days on Earth, weighs heavy on my heart. To write about our love and to speak of the vengeance I sought after to quench the anguish left deep within the heart that loved him, to face the darkness that followed without him by my side, is still unbearable.

But the past calls to me and how I desire to share with you our past, a past buried so long-go. It will hurt, but what the hell! I will open the doors to my past and walk through the darkness of the grave without fear. Perhaps these pages will pull me down and help wash away this agony. Come and yield to my embrace beloved, and do not fear me, take my hand and walk together with me as we gaze through the looking glass and pierce through the ages as one.

Original short story by @leap8 (Blanca Maldonado)

Part 1 of this story:
https://steemit.com/ocd-resteem/@leap8/ninlil-of-the-house-of-anu-short-story