3 FREE Chapters: 20, 21 & 22, from The God Key, Book I

Sales of my novel, The God Key, Book I: Return of the Nephilim have been picking up a lot lately. Which is weird and wonderful: weird because the book’s been out for over a year now; and wonderful because I can sure use the income. Granted, it’s not much, but it does keep us in dogfood (7 monster dogs at last count, all of them suitable for Nephilimian mating procedures).

But enough about my love life. Let’s get on with the 3 FREE Chapters:

Demon Nephil Face

Chapter 20

Levi Schwartz, at the ICRC/Segré Observatory, couldn’t remember being so frustrated.

The anomaly. The asteroids. They weren’t behaving normally, or anything like normally. The first cluster had finally split into its separate parts: 13 separate parts, to be precise; 13 separate asteroids. A fairly rare phenomenon, to be sure, but not entirely unheard of in the realm of asteroids. Most importantly, none of them was big enough to pose a threat to Mother Earth, Apollos or no, so . . . all well and good.

Except that, now, the 13 smaller asteroids had split into 20 even smaller chunks.

And that just wasn’t right. Or normal—even for an anomaly.

Dr. Schwartz watched the phenomena unfold over the shoulder of his assistant director, Dr. Avi Krohen. He sat before the observatory’s main monitor, speechless with frustration and exhaustion; ICRC senior staff hadn’t left their posts in nearly 24 hours.

Dr. Krohen’s post was at the observatory’s 64-inch SamNAC LCD flat panel monitor, which boasted 4220 x 2560 resolution, 1080p HD display, and 256-bit True Color—all of which had been customized for use with the observatory’s various telescopes: optical, radio and multi-spectrum.

The SamNAC provided the sharpest pictures possible, plus multi-screen views from all seven of the observatory’s telescopes and cameras simultaneously, along with live feeds from two other observatories and data stream 24/7 from the twin cosmic ray monitors. No other facility on earth could boast such technology. And, yet, for all the expensive, impressive new hardware, the astronomers were stumped.

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen asteroids behave like this,” Dr. Schwartz remarked.

Dr. Krohen glanced at Schwartz and shrugged. “Maybe that’s because they’re not asteroids . . .”

“Then what are they?”

At first, Krohen made no reply. For no reason whatever, a voice—deep, scaly and reptilian—oiled into his brain: Prophesy for me, Cassandra . . . tell me what will be.

He sat frozen yet trembling at the console. How? How could that be? That, 57 years ago his mother had wanted a daughter—had even named the child before birth as “Cassandra,” only to have a boychild, whom she renamed Avi.

So how had that voice in his ear (brain?) known about that? Krohen shook his head and the sound ceased as suddenly as it had started. He still felt dizzy, as if he would pitch forward and go headfirst through his monitor. Finally, he looked back at the giant SamNAC screen and said: “I . . . have no idea.”

“If they’re not asteroids or comets,” said Schwartz, “not sunspots or solar flares or anything else we can name, then what in God’s name are they?”

Dr. Krohen shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe they’re just . . . space-junk.”

“Space-junk,” Schwartz repeated. And he could only nod. And watch.

And wait.

Chapter 21

Thursday morning, December 7th, only 14 days before the end of the world, David Connors got the shock of his life: worse than being booted from the SEALs . . . more stunning that when he’d won the Fulbright for two years in Israel… even more awesome than the night Cyndi had kissed him, fully, on the mouth.

Cyndi offered to drive him to the interview. With Dr. Dincke. In Baltimore.

Perhaps “offered” wasn’t quite the right word: more like “ordered” him to let her drive and escort him. Since he was, as she said, little better than a gibbering idiot on his best days, he was now reduced to near-catatonia by virtue of his concussion and other injuries. He needed a caretaker, a companion.

“Besides,” she added, “it’s the only way I can keep watch over you. Crazy American Redneck,” she added.

Women . . . Yes, he was certain of it now.

He would never figure them out.

***

They finally got on the road by 12:10 pm. The sun was up and boiling, sending its delightful flares out in gigantic loops to scorch the earth. Yet, the sky was clear, the weather fine, and the drive was surprisingly pleasant. Especially with Cyndi doing the driving. And although the Mazda was more cramped and less comfortable for someone David Connors’s size and injuries, he didn’t mind one bit: Cyndi was wearing one of her shorter, black skirts and charcoal hose. He was getting an eyeful. He was content.

At least, until they hit the I-395 loop around Washington, D.C., the notorious “Beltway,” where they ran into a maze of detours, cut-offs, and mangled “temporary” lanes. Their trip slowed to, if not a crawl, at least a limp.

Fortunately, he’d downloaded a map of the trip in advance, from Cyndi’s laptop. The main route was highlighted in red, roads to the University of Baltimore in yellow, and the route to Dr. Dincke’s office in the Laboratory of Astrophysics and Space Sciences (LASR) building in light purple (like the Roswell debris symbols).

But that part was over: as he told Cyndi, he’d seen Galilei’s symbols, done up nice and proper in pencil, and compared them with his lone surviving photo of the Commandments—and matched them. He didn’t need his old Roswell photos anymore.

Cyndi, despite her best attempt to hide it, was excited.

True, Dave admitted, sketches and mangled old photos weren’t the best proof, and would not bear scientific scrutiny. But he no longer cared about proof; he knew the symbols matched, and that was good enough for him. He’d already walked through that gate; now he wanted to see what lay beyond it.

Now, it was time to find out just what those symbols meant—on the debris and the Commandments. And learn just who and what these Nephilim really were, and what connection they had, if any, with the recent UFO sightings, the murders in Eilat, or this “God Key” business.

By 2:50 p.m., Cyndi was pulling her RX9 into Baltimore University’s Poe Street parking garage, northwest campus, three floors below surface level—sublevel yellow-C, to be exact.

And the little black sports car parked with them.

***

Albeit one floor below, on sublevel yellow-D.

The Mossad driver, a young man about Dave’s age, named Moshe, had done an admirable job following their target, always keeping at least a mile or more behind him to avoid detection. No miracle, really: they’d placed a transmitter above the Mazda’s brake lines the night before. If they couldn’t raid the house, at least they could monitor its occupants. Still, it took a steady hand to keep the proper distance and stay out of sight.

Now, they had to hang back. Campus security was spot-checking everyone who emerged from the garage, only this security team had it all: magnetic wands, X-rays, metal detector doorways—the works. And, once again, the American murderer/journalist eluded them. For now.

But not, Sgt. Heim swore to himself, for much longer.

Chapter 22

The gauntlet of doorways, stairs and tunnels was worse here than at Washington U., back home. Ditto for Dr. Dincke’s office—or, rather, his subterranean lair.

Dincke’s environment was the polar opposite of Dr. G’s. Whereas Galilei’s sat perched on a majestic, tree-lined hill, Dr. D’s was tucked away in the basement of the LASR Building—three floors below the surface—at the end of a dark, dank pedestrian tunnel. And while Dr. Galilei’s office shone with sunlight from three tall, cathedral windows, the passage to Dr. D’s office had no windows, no sunlight, at all.

The tunnel’s gloomy atmosphere settled over them like the swollen corpse of a long-dead drowning victim. Dave even thought he smelled the sickly-sweet stench of rotting bodies wafting through the abysmal air toward them, like a warning. He couldn’t help turning around every so often to look behind them, down the long, black tunnel, to make sure (nothing) no one was following them.

Finally, they reached the branch of the pedestrian tunnel that led to Dr. Dincke’s office. And here all security measures seemed to have gone awry. For here, at the frosted, glass-and-wire-mesh window with the man’s name and title stenciled in black ink—Richard Dincke, PhD. , Physics Dept—they found the door slightly ajar.

Dave poked his head into the doorway. “Hello, Dr. Dincke? It’s Dave Connors.”

Nothing. No sound at all, not even the squeak of a chair or the creak of a drawer.

“Hello? Dr. Dincke?”

David and Cyndi opened the door fully and stepped into the room.

It was a scene of utter chaos: books, papers and magazines; boxes, folders and sofa cushions—even old, back issues of Fleet Street After Dark—were scattered all over the office. It was a picture of pandemonium, another preview of hell.

And a reeking preview at that: the stench of rotting meat and death was much stronger inside the office. At the rear, behind a ruined wooden hutch, Cyndi spotted a doorway leading to a second room. The inner sanctum, as it were.

But “sanctum” did not describe what the two of them saw in there.

For there, strewn along the floor before a massive, oaken desk, were the raw, ravaged remains of 189 pounds of rotting hamburger that was “Richard Dincke, PhD.”

Dave’s stomach lurched; he swallowed and took another step closer on his cane.

And saw . . .

. . . the back of his head and neck.

It was ripped and mutilated, the meat flayed and protruding in bloody, triangular chunks, the bone beneath plainly visible. The spinal cord had been popped out of its vertebral sheath and . . . drained. Recently, too.

Because it was still leaking, Dave noted, as he grabbed the phone and dialed 911.

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ALIENS & HUMAN MUTILATIONS, CASE III

- Visitors? Ancient Aliens? Or just "imaginary?"

– Visitors? Ancient Aliens? Or just “imaginary?”

We know of one more case of human mutilation, allegedly by UFO aliens, as reported by former police officer and now retired UFO researcher Don Ecker. On the previously cited web page, http://www.think-aboutit.com/mutilations/Human_Mutilations.htm) Ecker reports on something he’d heard from fellow Ufologist Don Mason, several years ago regarding a known case of human mutilation in Idaho, circa the late 70s, coincidental to a rash of cattle mutilations in the area.

According to Ecker, “. . . he informed me that the investigator (who’d been assigned to another case) had come across a very mysterious death of a man back in 1979. According to the report, two hunters in the Bliss and Jerome area of Idaho had literally stumbled across the nude body of a man that had been hideously mutilated. The body was in the literal middle of nowhere, nude except for a pair of underpants, his sexual organs had been removed, his lips sliced off, and several other classic mutilation cuts.

“Although he was in very rugged country, his bare feet were not marked as if he had walked in that terrain, but yet no other tracks, animal or human were evident anywhere. After the police were notified, an intensive search was mounted, and miles away, the man’s possessions were recovered, yet no one yet knows how the body ended up where it was found, or even more importantly, what happened to him. It should be noted that this area also had over the years, many unexplained UFO reports and cattle mutilations.”

So there you have it. Three cases of UFO-related human mutilations, one apparently officially documented (Guarapiranga Reservoir case), the other two in the U.S. based, unfortunately, on anecdotal evidence. Although the Lovette Case of 1956 allegedly had official Air Force photos, autopsy reports, etc., filed at the time, it wouldn’t surprise anybody that the Air Force claimed they either never had such a case on file, or that it was so long ago, the files are all missing.

In any event, there does seem to be some smoke here. A lot of it, in fact, if those Guarapiranga photos are to be believed. And in 1988 no one had Photoshop or anything like it. And with that kind of smoke billowing all over a case or phenomenon like this, there’s bound to be fire somewhere.

More on this and any other confirmed cases of human mutilations involving extraterrestrial life forms, as events develop.

NOTE: If any of you reading this know of such a case, one that can be confirmed by some official agency or MUFON (Mutual UFO Network), please let me know. These stories are frightening, if true, and enough to piss off any red-blooded human being, right?

Plus, I gotta be honest . . . I like the photos.

HUMAN MUTILATIONS II – THE LOVETTE CASE

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LEST YE THINK HUMAN MUTILATIONS ARE FOUND ONLY IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES . . .

. . . WE’VE HAD THEM HERE, TOO, IN THE GOOD OL’ U.S. OF A.

 

Researchers into the cattle mutilations phenomenon have uncovered the hushed-up murder/mutilation of Air Force Sgt. E-6 Jonathon P. Lovette, near the White Sands Missile Test Range, New Mexico, in March, 1956.

In this case, an eyewitness and fellow officer (Maj. William Cunningham) actually SAW Lovette being hauled into a “silvery disc-like object” and spirited away. Sgt. Lovette’s mutilated corpse was found three days later ten miles downrange of the kidnapping site.

As in the Guarapiranga Reservoir case of 1988, Lovette’s injuries were entirely consistent with known cattle mutilations, to wit:

  • The tongue had been removed from the lower portion of the jaw
  • An incision had been made just under the tip of the chin and extended all the way    back to the esophagus and larynx
  • He had been emasculated and his eyes had been removed
  • Also, his anus had been removed and there were comments in the official report on the apparent “surgical skill” of the removal of these items, including the genitalia
  • The genitalia had been removed “as though a plug,” which in the case of the anus extended all the way to the colon
  • There was no sign of blood within the system. Initial autopsy confirmed that Lovette’s system “had been completely drained of blood,” and that there was no vascular collapse as normally occurs in a death by bleeding

For full particulars, see http://www.reocities.com/aliengrip/Mutilations/JPLovette56-En.htm

 

UFOs AND HUMAN MUTILATIONS

“SPACE BROTHERS?” “ANGELS?”

MUTILATION & MURDER Not Just For Cattle Anymore

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The game has changed.

It seems not all UFO inhabitants are of the soft and fluffy, touchy-feely, ET or Close Encounters kind. Some of them are clearly malign, indeed fatal to us . . . and worse.

Worse than fatal? You decide.

Consider the now infamous Guarapiranga Reservoir (Brazil) case of 1988. This outrage has received little coverage in the U.S. media, though the Internet has been giving it increasing focus over the years. As originally reported by Brazilian Ufologist Ms. Encarnacion Garcia, the most shocking aspect (besides the actual mutilations suffered by the victim) is how similar these injuries are to the countless cattle mutilation cases in the U.S. over the past several decades. Just a few of these similarities include:

  • The body, although extremely mutilated, showed no signs of struggle or the use of restraints.
  • The body appeared to be in an otherwise good condition (no obvious illness or other injury).
  • Rigor mortis had not set in and it was estimated that the victim had been killed approximately 48 to 72 hours previously.
  • There were no signs of animal predation or decay which might be expected.
  • Strangely, there was no odor to the body.
  • Bleeding from the wounds had been minimal. (In fact, it was noted that there was a general lack of blood found in the body or on the ground around the body.)
  • Police photos show that the flesh and lips had been removed from around the mouth, as is common in cattle and other animal mutilations.

{“It is a carbon copy of the surgery seen in so

many UFO-related animal mutilation cases.”}

From the website www.think-aboutit.com:  “An autopsy report stated that ‘the eyes and ears were also removed and the mouth cavity was emptied.’ Removal of these body parts, including the tongue as here, is common enough in animal mutilation cases.” (Ed.- But in humans?)  The page continues:

“The ‘surgery’ appeared to have been done by someone familiar with surgical procedures. The lack of profuse bleeding suggested the use of a laser-like instrument producing heat, thus immediately cauterizing the edge of the wounds. The autopsy report states that, ‘The axillary regions on both sides showed soft spots where organs had been removed. Incisions were made on the face, internal thorax, abdomen, legs, arms, and chest. Shoulders and arms have perforations of 1 to 1.5 inches in diameter where tissue and muscles were extracted. The edges of the perforations were uniform and so was their size. The chest had shrunk due to the removal of internal organs.’                          

“‘You also find the removal of the belly button leaving a 1.5 inch hole in the abdomen and a depressed abdominal cavity showing the removal of the intestines.’ The report also noted the victim’s scrotum had been removed, and that the anal orifice had been cored out, leaving an incision of about 3 to 6 inches in diameter.

“It is significant that the police and medical examiners were convinced the holes found in the head, arms, stomach, anus and legs were not produced by bullet wounds. What is most disturbing about the anal incision and the extraction of anal and digestive tract tissue is that it is a carbon copy of the surgery seen in so many UFO-related animal mutilation cases.”

All the info above courtesy of www.think-aboutit.com. For further coverage of this and other human mutilation cases, please see Mauro Porto’s excellent reportage at http://www.reocities.com/aliengrip/Mutilations/Guarapiranga2-En.htm. Original text and photos courtesy of http://usuarios.uninet.com.br/~mfpporto/CAUTIOUS%20ABOUT%20ETs.htm

But be warned: the photos of the victim are extremely graphic and disturbing. Don’t view them unless you’re sure you can stand the sight of a mutilated human corpse.