THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS

FROM THE AKKADIAN MEDITATIONS

CHAPTER 12—ROSWELL

Saturday, June 14, 1947—05:00 a.m. EDT

Interplanetary Space

 

Amid a backdrop of billions of stars, the sleek, saucer-shaped craft emerged from the wormhole it had generated, its silvery outer shell reflecting the golden rays of the nearby G-type main-sequence star and giving it a warm glow. Within the craft, the crew stood in front of the viewport and gazed out in awe at the blue planet that floated majestically in space ahead of them. After what had seemed a long voyage, they had finally arrived at their destination, the planet Earth—the home of the Sacred Realm.

 

The crew’s home planet orbited a binary star that the humans referred to as the Zeta Aurigae system and existed two hundred and forty parsecs away. It was a momentous time in their civilization’s history. The Agarthan Gathering of Elders had recently signaled that their membership in the Galactic Federation of Planets had been accepted, so there was a celebratory mood among the four occupants, who served as the vanguard of their species, those who would make the first contact. Finally, being members of the Federation would assure the future of their civilization; it was hoped that this meeting was the beginning of a new era of spiritual awareness among them.

 

They called themselves Xonavians, and they were a civilization of telepaths. Honing their skills over thousands of years, they believed themselves to be superior to other beings and never physically spoke because they regarded this as a sign of low intelligence. But their civilization had been ravaged by internal conflict and had barely survived the leap into the faster-than-light age. Now, the dreams of their continued survival as a species rested on their admission into the Federation, which they knew that the king of Agartha had originally opposed, regarding their species as too warlike to be admitted. This vanguard’s mission was to demonstrate how far they had come and allay the king’s concerns.

 

As it neared the threshold of the planet’s thermosphere, the craft underwent a physical change in its atomic composition. This allowed it to enter the atmosphere unaffected by the friction that results from entering the flammable atmospheric gases, ultimately causing those gases to ignite. As the craft emerged into the stratosphere, it followed strict protocol, immediately signaling its arrival to the Agarthan Terrestrial Control, followed by the transmission of the necessary access codes to safely enter the patrolled airspace.

 

Moments later, three silvery, disk-shaped drones emerged from Agarthan Airspace Security and immediately surrounded the larger craft. The lead security craft transmitted a warning message indicating that the intruder had violated planetary airspace and would be fired upon if it did not transmit the necessary access codes. Receiving this message, the captain immediately ordered a repeat transmission of the access codes. Moments later, the lead security drone transmitted an additional warning, and the invading craft was commanded to change course and leave Agarthan airspace immediately. When the invading craft did not respond, a warning shot was fired across the bow of the trespassers’ craft from the lead Agarthan security drone.

 

The craft’s occupants were now in a state of panic; the energy beam fired from the security drone had narrowly missed them. Their captain ordered an immediate diagnostic check of the communications systems, together with evasive action. The engineer responded by veering off course wildly, changing direction and heading north in an attempt to buy time so that they could rectify this terrible misunderstanding with the security drones. The Agarthan craft detected the change in course and rapidly pursued the invading craft. Minutes passed, with unsuccessful attempts by the invading craft to transmit the proper clearance codes.

 

After a full diagnosis of onboard systems was completed, the engineer aboard the Xonavian craft came to a terrible realization and notified the captain that their transmissions were being intentionally jammed by a source within the Sacred Realm itself.

 

What was supposed to be a euphoric turning point of their civilization’s progress now became a nightmare as the captain turned to his crew and informed them that they would need to abort the mission. They all looked back in sadness and understanding, realizing that their dream would now have to wait until this terrible misunderstanding was resolved—their very lives were now in peril. All that was left to do was defend themselves and depart this hostile airspace. He ordered the crew members to wear their respirators and the communications officer to send a distress signal.

 

The Xonavian craft then fired a green energy beam directly at the lead security drone and scored a direct hit, which caused the craft to explode in the atmosphere. The escort drones then began to return fire as the Xonavian craft attempted to erratically change its course to evade the attack, and after a few moments of tense pursuit, it suffered a direct hit by a red energy beam emanating from one of the escort craft. An explosion rocked the Xonavian craft’s defensive shield, and the captain of the beleaguered craft was forced to order additional defensive countermeasures. Green energy beams were returned from the fleeing craft in a desperate attempt to defend itself. One of the energy beams made contact with the lead Agarthan security drone, causing minor damage. In retaliation, the remaining pursuing ships then fired on the fleeing craft simultaneously, penetrating its protective shield and causing catastrophic damage.

 

As explosions ripped through the hull and crippled the power generator, the invading craft lurched wildly and headed downward, toward the vast expanse of land below. The Agarthan security drones followed the craft to the surface, scanning for signs of life. When their sensors detected no signs of life, they broke off the attack and headed due south, back to the entrance to Agartha within the Antarctic continent.

 

As dawn broke, thunderclouds were massing in the southeast as the prevailing wind carried them across the vast plains in the high desert of Lincoln County, New Mexico. Suddenly, the beleaguered silvery craft emerged from the clouds, spinning wildly on its axis, headed on a collision course with the desert plains below. Inside the craft, smoke had all but suffocated the crew, except for the engineer, who desperately struggled with the controls. When all seemed lost, the craft miraculously righted itself moments before it slammed into the desert and skidded along the soft ground, leaving a field of debris stretching nearly a mile and a cloud of dust in its wake. As the craft came to a complete stop behind a nearby hill, the engineer looked around in horror at the rest of the crew of their ill-fated voyage, realizing that he was the lone survivor just before he finally lost consciousness.

 

Some hours later, William “Bill” Brazel, the managing foreman of a nearby ranch, was headed to work on horseback. As he proceeded through the windswept plain toward his employer’s ranch, he noticed something glinting among the nearby rocks, close to a large rocky outcrop in the field ahead. Bill had taken this path many times and had never noticed anything like this before. As he got closer to the source of the reflection, Bill noticed the beginning of what looked like a long debris field that stretched in a straight line and ended somewhere ahead around one of the surrounding hills.

 

Bill dismounted from his horse and began examining what lay on the ground. One of the pieces looked like it was made of chrome and was nearly two feet by two feet wide and highly reflective. Bill picked it up and was surprised at how light it was. It was also flexible, to the point that he was able to fold it like paper and crush it. Alarmed, he dropped the strange object to the ground, where it immediately assumed its former smooth shape, with no evidence of ever having been crushed. He picked it up again and noticed that it also emitted a strange odor, as if it had been burned.

 

Bill got the feeling that something terrible had happened here and felt that it was no place to be. He folded the artifact and placed it in his pocket for safekeeping. Later that night when Bill arrived home after work, he told his wife what he had seen on his way to the ranch. He then handed her the strange artifact he’d taken from the site. She examined it and informed him that she’d heard a report on the radio that afternoon of a strange object spotted in the sky over Lincoln County. His wife then showed him the front page of the newspaper, which had a story about a strange craft spotted in the skies. She begged him to report the matter to the authorities, so he finally gave in and decided to contact the local sheriff.

 

The next morning, Bill accompanied Sheriff George Wilcox to the location he’d been a few days earlier. Together, they followed the debris field for over a mile. It appeared that the trail terminated behind a distant hill. As they rounded the corner, they both looked in horror and amazement at the saucer-shaped metallic craft, which shone brightly in the morning sun. Part of it was wedged into the side of the hill. The craft was massive, at least forty-two feet in diameter, with a huge, gaping hole near the center where the metal was bent outward, as if something had exploded from within. Both men instinctively drew their guns, expecting to find something inside as they cautiously approached the otherworldly vehicle.

 

The men carefully climbed inside, surprised to find that it was brighter than they had expected. Looking around for any signs of life, they noticed that the craft was sparsely furnished within, with strange, hieroglyphic-like symbols on the walls and also on what looked like the controls. Amid the wreckage, Bill could make out three dead bodies, and as he approached them for a better look, he heard a sound to his left. Turning around, he saw a fourth body moving in the shadows. The entity looked Bill directly in the eyes as it turned its head slightly, lifting one arm in a desperate sign of needing aid as tears began streaming down its face.

 

Just as Bill stretched out his arm to help the entity, the sheriff shouted, “Don’t touch it!”

 

Bill stepped back in surprise and asked the sheriff, “What is it?”

 

The sheriff stepped forward and said, “Nothing from around here. This is a matter for the military.”

 

The sheriff then told Bill to go back to the ranch where he worked and make a call to Walker Air Force Base while he stayed with the entity to make sure it didn’t escape.

 

Bill made his way toward the opening and then turned to look back at the entity, who just stared back at him with its large, dark eyes, which, to Bill, somehow conveyed sadness. Bill looked back at the sheriff, who had his gun trained on the entity, ready to shoot if need be.

 

An hour later, Bill returned with RAAF Major Jesse Marcel and a man in plain clothes who accompanied him back to the crashed craft, where Sheriff Wilcox greeted them. That was the last time Bill ever saw the entity.

 

Both Bill and Sheriff Wilcox were taken aside by two men dressed in military uniforms and questioned thoroughly about what they had discovered and whether the living entity had communicated with them. The men impressed upon them the importance of keeping this discovery top secret, even issuing a veiled threat regarding what would happen if word ever got out.

 

“There is a lot of space around here,” the uniformed man said.

 

“We can take you out somewhere and nobody will ever find what’s left of you.”

 

These guys were scary and Bill wasn’t used to people talking like this. He was eager to get out of there and reassure them that he’d keep his mouth shut.

 

He just replied, “I understand, sir. No one’s ever going to know anything about this.”

 

The sheriff replied in kind.

 

The uniformed man seemed pleased and said, “Good.”

 

Both men were thanked for their service to the US government and promised sizeable sums of money for their trouble.

 

The sun was beginning to set as the air force contingent slowly made its way out of the area and back to Walker Air Force Base with the only surviving entity. It would be at least a couple of days before the right heavy equipment could be hauled to the remote site to retrieve the wreckage and the remains of the other dead entities they had left. The perimeter of the wreckage was stationed with guards, and a temporary camp was set up to deter any inquisitive visitors.

 

After Bill had left the site, he stood alone and watched the sunset, questioning whether he’d done the right thing by calling the authorities. There was something about the entity, he thought to himself. Even though it hadn’t spoken to him, he seemed to have felt its sadness and its desperate need for help. He felt sorry for it and hoped that now that it was in the hands of the authorities, it would get the help it needed. He was reassured by the man in plain clothes that this would be the case. Bill then pulled out a large roll of banknotes from his pocket. He couldn’t believe his luck. His dream of having his own business was now a reality. He couldn’t wait to get back home and tell his wife that this money would be more than enough for what they needed. He would be quitting his job at the ranch the very next morning, and his family would move closer to downtown Roswell to start their new life together.