Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins (5 page)

‘And we weren’t so bad after all. To prove it we just went ahead and killed the son of God,’ retorted his wife sarcastically.

‘I think all that was staged. If Jesus hadn’t died and risen again, perhaps he wouldn´t be remembered as he is today, and the human race wouldn´t have recovered its faith in God. I think his mission was partially fulfilled.’

‘And why does Jesus have to be reborn from his blood? Can´t he just come back again?’

‘Humanity has to be prepared for his return and we can only prepare humanity with the help of Jesus himself. Maybe Jesus will be made flesh in this clone we are to make, maybe not, I´m not sure. I have some theories, but nothing certain; we will only know for sure when the baby is born. Honey, you can´t talk about this to anyone. Now we are in greater danger than before: if our enemies discover our plans we will all be killed. The lords of the world are controlled by hidden forces, and the same lords of the world have been after us for years.’

‘These lords of the world you talk about - are they part of that secret society the Illuminati you´re always mentioning?’

‘Exactly that; the Illuminati are controlled by Satan and he is the one most interested in preventing Jesus from returning or being reborn. Otherwise he will be unable to rule our planet. Let´s accept that many members of the Illuminati are only in it because they believe they are doing good, but they have no idea what is really going on. They control a secret society called the Bilderberg Club, you must have heard me mention it. Its members are no more, no less than the owners of the world. Kings, princes, queens, presidents, bankers, press magnates, politicians, billionaires. Their intention is to control the world and create a single government, strong enough to run things as it wants in whatever country. When this happens, Satan will take power, for this is the only way he can dominate the whole world. Just imagine if Satan became president of the USA today. If he was unmasked and started doing what he plans to with the planet, other countries would go to war with America and even America couldn´t survive with the whole world against it. If he takes power through a single world government, no one will be able to stop him, countries wouldn´t go to war with their own government. Then we will live in eternal slavery, and the human race will be lost. Only the return of Jesus can stop that.’

‘But honey, you talk as if Satan was a being of flesh and blood.’

‘Jane, Satan is as much flesh and blood as you or I.’

C
HAPTER 6

New York, 21st February 1991

The old telephone started ringing at eleven in the morning. The phone was in the living room and Thomas was in his bedroom. He had gone to bed at eight a.m., after a night spent poring over the results of researches and tests in his personal laboratory, which was set up in one of the bedrooms of his New York apartment. Thomas could hear the phone ringing in the distance, but he didn´t have the strength to get up and go to the living room to answer it. He decided to ignore it and hope they’d give up. Who’d be calling him at eleven o’clock on a Sunday morning? Thomas lived alone in a large apartment. His wife had left him several years earlier precisely because of his obsession with research, his unending work and the unearthly hours he kept, leaving no time for the family. His wife, who was fed up with the whole thing, decided to move in with their daughter Sarah until she found her own place, but ended up staying. The phone went on ringing, they didn´t give up, and Thomas had even more difficulty getting up than his father George. But it seemed he had no choice: either he answered the damned phone or it would go on ringing all day. He got up with his eyes still shut and fumbled his way along the wall until he found the light switch. He switched on the light, opened the bedroom door, and dragged himself along the corridor, in his under-pants and slippers.

‘Hallo, Thomas here,’ he answered the phone sleepily.

‘Thomas, son, it’s Dad.’

‘Dad? Is this a decent hour to make phone calls?’

‘It’s gone eleven, son. I´m sorry if I woke you up, but it’s serious.’

‘Hah, everything’s serious for you. Tell me.’

Thomas was used to his father’s idea of what was serious. Everything was serious for George, whether he called to talk about some chemical product discovered in some foodstuff, or about politics - a serious matter for a senator, but of no importance to a scientist like Thomas.

‘Son, it’s urgent. I need you to come to Washington at once.’

This worried George and at once he was fully awake.

‘Is something wrong with Mummy? How is she?’

‘Don´t worry, it’s not about your mother. But I need you to come here, today if possible.’

‘OK, OK! I´ll have a bath and be on my way. I just hope it really is important.’

Thomas knew that if his father required his presence on a Sunday, it must really be something serious or he’d have discussed it over the phone. But George wouldn´t say anything about it in advance. So Thomas took a shower to wake himself up while the machine made coffee. He put on comfortable clothes, drank his coffee, ate a piece of cake that someone had left in the refrigerator, then went down to the building’s parking lot to get his car and drive to the capital. Thomas was very curious to know what his father had to say, and wouldn´t have been able to sleep until he knew. When he got to the car he remembered that his daughter Sarah might like to visit her grandparents. Inside the car, he called her on his cell phone.

‘Hallo!’ Sarah picked up at once. She had a pleasant voice.

‘Hi, princess, it’s Dad.’

‘Hi Dad, it’s great you called. But what are you doing awake at this hour on a Sunday?’ she asked sarcastically.

‘Yes, well, your grandfather phoned and woke me up. He needs to talk to me in person. I´m just leaving for Washington, I´m actually in the car, and I remembered you´ve been wanting to visit them. How about going with me?’

‘Ah, Dad, it’s Monday tomorrow. Some of us have got to work, you know …’

‘Ah, yes, I’d forgotten that little detail. You know how it is … Working for myself I sometimes forget there are people who are slaves to schedules. But, look, I´m going today and I´ll come back early tomorrow. It’s a five-hour drive: you´ll be back early tomorrow, you´ll only miss half a day’s work.’

‘OK, then, fine, I´ll go. It’s ages since I’ve seen grandpa and grandma. They´re always busy. And I’ve got plenty of credit at work, they must owe me a year’s time off!’

‘Right, that’s agreed. I´ll drop by and pick you up in twenty minutes. Get yourself ready.’

‘OK, great, big kiss!’

Thomas drove his BMW out of the parking lot and turned towards West Broadway. When he was close to his daughter’s building he could see her waiting for him in front of it.

Sarah was a red-head, with long wavy hair, blue eyes and a figure which drew looks wherever she went. She worked in a multinational company as a trainee in the financial department. She had graduated in Economics from Harvard, and as one of the best students she had been offered the job during her final year. Luckily it was only after her first day at work that they discovered she was the granddaughter of one of the US’ most popular senators; otherwise her colleagues at university or at work might have suspected favoritism or some such thing. Sarah always tried to prove the worth of her intellect, since usually things came easily to her because of her looks. However she wanted to believe that she achieved things because of her competence, not because of her beauty. Which was why, on the day she went for the interview for the job at the multinational which now was hers, she had gone dressed in a very dull suit, hair straight and bound up, with glasses and no makeup - doing her best to minimize her looks so that no one could say she was hired because of her pretty face.

Thomas drew his car up beside her. Sarah got in and they set off for the capital.

‘How’s your mother? She didn´t want to come too?’

‘No, Dad, she’s got something on this afternoon,’ said Sarah, without looking directly at her father.

‘Something on? With who?’ Thomas asked, feeling indignant but trying to hide the fact that it mattered to him.

‘Take it easy, Dad, she’s going to Sherry’s house for a book club thing. This week they´re discussing a book with a weird title, in Latin, I think it’s called “From Eve to Homo Amans”
by a Portuguese writer called Rosa de Souza. I gather it’s about a woman called Joanna who pretended to be a man, was elected Pope, and managed to deceive the Vatican until she got pregnant and was uncovered. It also talks about the Catholic Church’s repression of women and about human potential. Sounds like a cool book. In fact it’s an audio book - these days Mum only buys books on disc and listens to them while she’s on the treadmill
or at the gym.’

‘She’s going to a gym, is she?’ asked her father, looking incredulous.

‘Yes, well, Dad, there is life after marriage, didn´t you know? And she’s getting back into her old shape. So if you don´t try and get back together with her soon, you´re going to miss the boat.’

‘And who says I want to get back together with her?’

‘Oh, Dad, I know you so well… But, tell me, what does grandpa want you for? Do you think he’s going to resign from the Senate?’

‘Resign? Where on earth did you hear such nonsense?’

‘I don´t know, I just thought, if he wanted to stand as president, he’s going to have to resign and start campaigning.’

‘But the elections are two years away. And from what he told me, he didn´t accept the nomination. He said the president would have to be someone different in the near future, and also that presidents who don´t join a certain group end up dead.’

‘Grandpa and his persecution manias and conspiracy theories…’

Some hours later…

‘We’re here, princess, you can wake up,’ said Thomas, resting his hand lightly on his daughter’s shoulder.

‘Heavens, I dropped off and missed it all. This classical music of yours is enough to put anyone to sleep.’

Thomas parked the car in one of the outside parking spaces belonging to the big house on the corner, grabbed their bags and went towards the front door with his daughter. He pressed the interphone and as soon as he took his finger off the button, the door opened. George had seen them coming some time ago. The senator had installed a number of security cameras, covering all the outside of the house, as well as sensors which gave warning if anyone stepped on the pavement in front of the house. Even though he lived in a peaceful neighborhood, and had military training and an arsenal to turn any arms fanatic green with envy, the senator was even more of a security freak; of course, both his political status and his secret identity called for the maximum precautions. If their enemies were capable of killing even presidents who were protected by men of the secret service and a solid security scheme, what chance had a
mere senator?

‘Sarah, my dear, what a nice surprise!’ exclaimed the doting grandfather.

‘Hi, grandpa, I’ve missed you!’ said Sarah, planting a noisy kiss on her grandfather’s pink cheek.

‘Your father forgot to mention you’d be coming with him. I´ll ask them to set a place for you at table. Please come in and make yourselves at home.’

‘Oh, grandpa, you know Daddy. Absent-minded isn’t the word.’

‘But it’s good you´ve come, now I can kill two birds with one stone. What I want to talk to your father about concerns you directly.’

‘Really? Now you have got me wondering. Tell me at once.’

‘Dad, where’s Mum?’ asked Thomas looking worried.

‘Don´t worry, son, your mother’s in the bath and will be down in a moment. Please both of you sit down. Help yourselves, you must be famished.’

‘That´s true, Daddy didn´t want to stop on the way for us to eat, we came right here,’ said Sarah, filling a bowl with fruit salad.

‘But tell me, senator, what is it that’s so important that you need to talk about it face to face?’

‘Easy, Thomas, wait for your mother to come down and I´ll tell you. Meanwhile, just eat something; it’s bad to get excited on an empty stomach.’

‘Excited? Oh, my God!’ exclaimed Sarah, sounding worried, and thinking now that it must be some illness in the family.

‘Oh my dears, how I’ve missed you!’ said Jane as she came down the stairs.

‘Hi, grandma!’

‘Hi, Mum!’

They both greeted her at once, while they were giving the Griffin family matriarch a hug.

‘Thomas didn´t say you were coming, Sarah, but it’s good
you did.’

‘Dad wanted to surprise you,’ replied Sarah, looking at her father for him to see that she was teasing him, but making him uncomfortable.

‘Well, now that all the interested parties are here, I´ll get started. Please listen closely to what I say and trust in the truth of it, because this isn’t a joke or a test.’

‘Tell us quickly grandpa, you´re making me nervous.’

‘Nervous? You ain’t seen nothing yet!’ replied the senator. ‘This is what I want to show you,’ and he laid the broken chalice on the table, and beside it the cylinder that had been inside the chalice.

‘Dad, what is that?’ asked Thomas, intrigued. George had spent all his life telling him stories about the Holy Grail, showing him paintings and diagrams. Thomas had recognized it the moment he set eyes on it.

‘It’s exactly what you´re thinking, Thomas. This is the much sought-after and famous Holy Grail.’

‘Holy Grail? But grandpa, if Jesus was the King of the Jews, shouldn´t the chalice he used be a lot prettier than this? I think you were had when they sold you this replica. Anyway, everyone knows that the Holy Grail represents the womb of Mary Magdalene and the lineage of Jesus. I read a book about it at University: it said the term Holy Grail comes from a translation of Saint Graal and from the ancient forms San Graal and Sangréal, or Royal Blood, according to a half-baked theory about Jesus having a son with Mary Magdalene.’