Forge of Creation

Gift of the Archons

CA. 3,200 B.C.E. A Mes­sage in a Bottle

God has no power over the past except to cover it with obli­vion
–Pliny the Elder (23–79 A.D)

I am Anu. When I was born, my father had a dream in which the ancient Archons ins­truc­ted him in the ways of the uni­verse. My father was shown an insect web that star­ted as one strand and expan­ded into billions. Then after a time, the billions con­trac­ted back into a sin­gle strand. Then my father loo­ked to see a child clin­ging to the end of the web. My father belie­ved that I was the child in his dream and that I was des­ti­ned to bear all the know­ledge of my peo­ple the Annu­naki to those who came after. He deci­ded that I should be named Anu, which means the know­ledge of Anuk, our home star sys­tem. My father had thus cho­sen my pur­pose as the kee­per of the collec­ted know­ledge of the Annu­naki. When I was young, My father repea­ted his story to me once every year on the day of the sum­mer sols­tice of your planet.

Long ago, when the Annu­naki race was young, parents would choose the des­tiny of their chil­dren. This was the old tra­di­tion. Then over the years, we dis­co­ve­red that many choi­ces were badly made out of pride or greed; pre­ven­ting their chil­dren from rea­li­zing the full poten­tial of joy that would come from making their own choice. This is why the caste sys­tem was inven­ted to allow the young to choose their des­tiny within a fra­me­work of Annu­naki tra­di­tion. All know­ledge was taught during the first mille­nium of life. When the time came to choose, it became a ques­tion for the youth rather than the parents.

I follow my own wishes and also those of my Father, who chose the Buil­der caste. When I came of age, I joi­ned the Jud­ges caste, a choice which did not pre­vent me from com­pi­ling this his­tory from which you read. As a mem­ber of the Jud­ges caste, I have access to records of many races along with the wis­dom of the Annu­naki. This gave me the power to pur­sue my inte­rests. It was through my own cun­ning poli­ti­cal posi­tio­ning that I gai­ned the advan­tage that allo­wed me the tech­no­logy to pre­serve these records in a form that would be untouched by time.

Sadly, we are now too few to openly rule over you. Since the war in the hea­vens and the des­truc­tion of Aleph along with most of my peo­ple, which I will later desc­ribe to you in more detail, we now seek to keep our­sel­ves apart from you, and to watch as your civi­li­za­tion pro­gres­ses. We have a part in your his­tory, as you will soon know, but we did not create you. We do not have that power. Be it an injus­tice or not, we lay this res­pon­si­bi­lity at the feet of the Archons. They crea­ted us and also you, along with every other sen­tient in the galaxy. Of all these beings crea­ted by the Archons, some of them are kind and some are terri­ble. Only dis­tance keeps us from beco­ming too fami­liar with these other races.

I have recently come to a rea­li­za­tion of the pur­pose of the records that I keep. Not so much for my peo­ple do I write, but to you, our acci­den­tal ward, the Hu-man. There will come a time when you will open your eyes to the galaxy around you. There are many others in this galaxy who may intri­gue you, If you are not wise they may des­troy you, either by inten­tio­nal malice or by acci­dent, through care­less­ness of their powers. Take heed of these records and learn all that you can. Only much know­ledge and wis­dom can save you from destruction.

No, we did not create your kind, but we used our power over life to change you to our needs. Some Annu­naki are not proud of this. What we did was done to pre­serve our society as you will see as my story is told.

But I must stop now to speak the first things first. It is an awe­some res­pon­si­bi­lity that the Great Crea­tor gives me strength to per­form. I per­form it now, and thus I begin at the first sin­gle strand.

Ancient Annu­naki his­tory tells of the Archons who are a race of gods who came from outside our galaxy, who have no begin­ning of time nor end of days, and who engi­neer sen­tient life throughout the known uni­verse. The Archons are of one mind with the Great Crea­tor and were given the task of pre­pa­ring the soil and sowing the seed for a galaxy of life. Thus they came to this solar sys­tem to create life on earth just as they have on many pre­vious star sys­tems, inc­lu­ding the home pla­net of my race, Anuk. These power­ful beings are said to have the capa­city to alter the struc­ture of the very galaxy and move freely bet­ween six dimen­sions of rea­lity to accom­plish their tasks. To the Archons, time is only a dis­tance that may be jour­ne­yed in many dif­fe­rent directions.

Our know­ledge of the Archons comes both from ancient Annu­naki his­tory and from our archaeo­lo­gi­cal data collec­tions. We only know the basics of the mecha­nisms used in the Archon’s crea­tion pro­cess. This data can be found along with the other collec­ted know­ledge of the Annu­naki in any one of the three halls of record here on Earth. Two of these halls are well hid­den beneath ancient ruins of my peo­ple which are known to you, while the third is beneath the waves. The recep­tac­les of this know­ledge are mine­ral crys­tals that have a life­time excee­ding millions of years and can be read by the tuning of light to the correct vibra­tion rate.

The Archons left a group of archi­tects to direct the evo­lu­tion of life on this pla­net. After buil­ding basic foun­da­tion spe­cies such as viru­ses, bac­te­ria, inver­te­bra­tes, and plants, then later ver­te­bra­tes, sau­rians, and some minor warm-blooded crea­tu­res, some of which sho­wed pro­mise as poten­tial sen­tients, they sent various trials to test their creation.

One adver­sity was a comet that slam­med into the wes­tern hemisphere. This comet brought with it enough water to raise the ocean levels by seve­ral feet. It rup­tu­red the Earth’s crust suf­fi­ciently to start the con­ti­nents drif­ting apart and because of the dust that was rai­sed, coo­led the pla­net sur­face con­si­de­rably.
While moni­to­ring from a dis­tance, they noti­ced how most of the sau­rian spe­cies died off. They dis­co­ve­red that cer­tain mam­mal spe­cies sur­vi­ved the blast because of their abi­lity to hide under­ground and adapt to the chan­ging cir­cums­tan­ces. This was the deve­lop­ment that they had been wai­ting for.

The Archon’s sen­tient deve­lop­ment pro­ject con­ti­nued in ear­nest. Adding gene­tic infor­ma­tion that is com­mon to all of their crea­tions throughout the galaxy, they deve­lo­ped seve­ral spe­cies of ground wal­king bipe­dal beings capa­ble of inde­pen­dent crea­tive thought. The next phase was to choose which of the various varie­ties were worthy to inte­grate the spark of self awa­re­ness. This choice must be made care­fully and by further trial, lest infe­riors become the foun­da­tion of the resul­ting sen­tient race.

The adver­sity pro­gram brought a popu­la­tion of a little more than a million beings down to only 250 thou­sand of the smar­test and most adap­ta­ble among them. This was pro­found pro­gress, but they did not stop there. The remai­ning crea­tu­res were tes­ted for the pro­per com­bi­na­tions of gene­tic foun­da­tion, strength, and crea­tive spark. Less than eight thou­sand of this race of cho­sen peo­ple were allo­wed to con­ti­nue. These are your early ances­tors. The rest were hun­ted to extinc­tion. Meanwhile, a more pri­mi­tive race of beings was left along­side to pro­vide com­pe­ti­tion for the cho­sen people.

The cho­sen peo­ple were pla­ced in a pro­tec­ted bree­ding faci­lity loca­ted in the cen­ter of what is now called the con­ti­nent of Africa, where they were selec­ti­vely inter­bred and culled for a period of appro­xi­ma­tely 10,000 years. During this time, the spark of spi­ri­tual awa­re­ness was intro­du­ced to the gene pool and they were trea­ted to a pro­gram of rela­tive ease. Why this is so, we have yet to deter­mine, we only know that there was a desire to eli­mi­nate cruel and war­like beha­vior without sac­ri­fi­cing strength and sur­vi­val instinct.

This pro­gram was conc­lu­ded by scat­te­ring the resul­ting popu­la­tion to all areas of the pla­net, care­fully pic­king out sites where they would flou­rish. After a period of obser­va­tion, the Archons, being con­vin­ced of their suc­cess, depar­ted never to return.

Thou­sands of years later, in the year you now call 166,230 BCE, we the Annu­naki came as colo­nists from Anuk, a collec­tion of six pla­nets moving around our suns. Our sys­tem of 3 suns is very nearby, and it took only 20 of your years to tra­vel to your sys­tem. Your astro­no­mers call it Alpha Cen­tauri. Our home pla­nets are more mas­sive than yours, so natu­rally we are lar­ger, stron­ger, and fas­ter than you. Alas, If only that had been enough to ensure our survival.

The Annu­naki have a lifes­pan of up to 5,000 years because our know­ledge of the struc­ture of life allo­wed us to eli­mi­nate any flaw that makes us age. We have the abi­lity to com­mu­ni­cate using our thoughts. Some of us have lear­ned to move and shape objects, to look deep into the for­ces of nature, mani­pu­la­ting the ele­ments to create objects of sus­te­nance and con­ve­nience, while others learn to affect the struc­ture of life, to gene­ti­cally enhance it to improve our­sel­ves and those that we use to do our heavy work and repe­ti­tive tasks. That which you may call magic is merely tech­no­logy that you do not yet understand.

We colo­ni­zed the fourth pla­net in your sys­tem we called Aleph, because it had large con­cen­tra­tions of the ele­ment Mer­cury. We used it to power our spa­cec­raft. Aleph’s power­ful mag­ne­tic fields were also used to ener­gize our tech­no­logy and so we made this pla­net the home base of our con­quests. Even­tually, the pla­net was crissc­ros­sed with Annu­naki roads and cities. Sadly, all that is now left of this world is life­less rub­ble, floa­ting along the orbit Aleph for­merly tra­ve­lled around the sun. But I get ahead of my story.

It was ine­vi­ta­ble that we would come to sur­vey the pla­net you now call Earth. Life was abun­dant and the temp­ta­tion too strong for our peo­ple to resist the oppor­tu­nity for explo­ra­tion. Hu-men were only sava­ges, divi­ded into two races. Yet you did not fight amongst your­sel­ves like you do now, nor did you cha­llenge the terri­tory of the other race you now call Nean­der­tal. Your coo­pe­ra­tion with others was curious and strange. Never had we seen beings that had been so pre­ci­sely engi­nee­red by the Archons to be strong and pea­ce­ful at the same time. You were the per­fect choice to replace the num­bers of our dwind­ling Wor­ker caste, until the Sons of Dark­ness deci­ded to change things…