Part 8

The movie version of the popular game "Doom" staring Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson opens with narration describing an incredible discovery--an ancient teleportation device called "Ark"--which links the planet Earth with Mars. An archeological team goes through the stargate and begins research at the Olduvai station on Mars. While investigating humanoid remains uncovered on the red planet, they unwittingly open a door, and all hell breaks loose. A legion of nightmarish creatures of unknown origin come through the portal to destroy them.

If this all sounds like the plot to our current series--Stargates, Ancient Rituals, And Those Invited Through the Portal--it is because the makers of "Doom" borrowed from the same mythologies we've been discussing concerning dimensional portals or "doorways" through which beings of good and evil can pass.

In my new book, The Ahriman Gate (which is filled with these types of cryptic metaphors and understood by adepts of ufology), we fictionalized that the planet Mars is indeed a prison where entities who rebelled against the Creator God during a past distant war are sealed. When the Ahriman "stargate" is opened, the enclosures slide apart, releasing among other things, Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered-Serpent deity of ancient Mesoamerica. This myth, as well as others, were selected during plot development due to the significance of associated history and prophecy related to these myths. The great cycle of the Maya calendar's Long Count and a 26,000 year planetary cycle in the Aztec calendar ends on December 21, 2012, a moment when the Maya said the sky would open and Quetzalcoatl would descend through the opening to the Earth. For those not familiar with my book, in one part of The Ahriman Gate we read:

Three hours later OGS Maintenance Director Kevin Thompson stumbled from the MISS air lock and fell flat on his face in the Martian terrain. He was drunk as a skunk and evidently thought it was funny. At least he’d remembered to put on his Extravehicular Mobility Unit (EMU) spacesuit before venturing outside the Inhabitable Structure.

Managing to get back on his feet, he began singing a song by Don McLean.

Did you write the book of love…and do you believe in God above…’cause the Bible tells you so?…And do you believe in Rock and Roll…can music save your mortal soul…and can you teach me how to dance real slow?…

Inside the MISS, the sound engineer who was watching Kevin turned his helmet-cam and microphone off. Kevin’s singing was awful, and the cam’s recording of the prehistoric Avenue of the Dead passing erratically beneath his feet was as boring as it could get. Kevin had taken his turn at perimeter check a thousand times before and hadn’t needed any help. He could do it this time without being monitored, even if he was as drunk as everybody else planned on getting.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick, ’cause fire is the devil’s only friend.… And as I watched him on the stage…my hands were clenched in fists of rage…no angel born in hell could break that Satan’s spell…


Moving silently near the south side of the Great Mars Pyramid, the ground responded to the human insertion of the Nibiruan Key by gliding open and spewing acrid smoke into the Martian atmosphere. Quetzalcoatl, that hoary dragon that had relished the sacrifice of tens of thousands of ancient earthlings, peered menacingly up from the abyss. It had been imprisoned there during the Great War with Michael, the chief prince of Israel. Now it detected an approaching heartbeat and smiled demonically, warmed by the notion that business was about to resume. Heartbeats were such a delightful thing, especially when ripped from the chest and offered in sacrifice to the Feathered Serpent.

Quetzalcoatl heard singing.

And as the flames climbed high into the night…to light the sacrificial rite…I saw Satan laughing with delight…the day the music died…

Spontaneously he raced from his prison, his vast serpentine belly slithering along the ancient stone-way so meticulously aligned with the Dog Star Sirius, honing in on the vulnerable lush.


Kevin thought he saw something moving in the middle of the ancient city, near the Well of Sacrifice. Was it a set of eyes? Crouching, sliding along the ground? Nah, couldn’t be. Too big! Plus nothing could survive outside an EMU anyway.

And in the streets the children screamed…the lovers cried and the poets dreamed…but not a word was spoken…the church bells all were broken…And the three men I admire most…the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost…they caught the last train for the coast…the day the music died…


Quetzalcoatl waited until Kevin floundered inside the City Center, to the area near the prehistoric flat-topped Pyramid and the gigantic Chacmool altar where human abductees were brought by the Grays and sacrificed to the god. He waited and remembered the sweet taste of blood, thick and satisfying like summer honey upon his forked tongue.

Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie.… Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.… Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye…singing this’ll be the day that I die.… This’ll be the day that I die…

Quetzalcoatl circled Kevin, closing to within several yards before charging him. The demon raised its ten-foot-wide head and leered into the inebriated eyes. Kevin teetered as if trying to decide what he was looking at, but was too late. In a flash Quetzalcoatl clamped his razor-like incisors around his right arm, biting through the tender meat and cutting off the appendage at the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Kevin reacted as if he was so drunk he didn’t realize what had happened.

"H-hey! Whad’s goin’ on?" he slurred, trying to set up and attempting to use both arms. He flailed sideways as the poisonous atmosphere began seeping in around the missing arm’s stub, taking his breath away.

Quetzalcoatl leaned forward and smiled, allowing Kevin to focus on the arm piece dangling from his mouth.

Kevin looked confused, then burst into screaming as he began kicking at the demon, bouncing rocks and dust off the monster’s scaly hide.

Trembling with delight, Quetzalcoatl laughed and chewed the mouthful of arm, grinding it in his teeth. His nocturnal eyes, dead and predatory, rolled up like a great white shark’s as he lurched forward and slurped the rest of Kevin’s body into his hyperextended jaws.

Turning violently, he dragged Kevin down the Avenue of the Dead, over the rough pathway toward the Chacmool, shredding his waist with his fangs as he went, deep enough to torture but not enough to kill him. Seconds later, near the ancient altar, he thrust his forked tongue into Kevin’s chest cavity and scooped out his heart, slapping it on the Chacmool with a crimson splash. Flipping the remainder of Kevin’s carcass into his hideously large gullet, he ground the human remains into oblivion.


An hour later, at Area 51’s Mission Control, a male voice crackled over the radio. "Omega Control, Omega Control. This is Outpost Alpha, do you copy?"

"This is Omega Control, Alpha, we copy."

"Omega, this is a level-ten message. Repeat, a level ten, coded high priority."

"Acknowledged, Alpha. You are clear to proceed with level-ten transmission."

"Omega, we’ve got unknowns. Kevin Thompson is gone and we have mass tango movement near the city center."

"Tango, Alpha?"

"Mass tango movement. Betty Lou indicates one hundred sixty-four thousand dots and climbing," the man said, meaning the MISS computer was picking up unknown life forms on the Martian terrain.

"Have you checked Betty Lou, is she operating correctly?"

"She is… and we have visual verification from the Great Pyramid cameras."

"You’re sure the dots read organic… not mechanical or electrical?"

"Yes, sir. Looks like lava flowing out of the ground near the pyramid’s edge. Flowing up and breaking into organic strands. Cameras twenty-three through twenty-eight near the Face are also picking up ground movement, but no dots there yet."

"And what about Kevin? You said he’s gone?"

"Nobody knows what happened to him, He simply disappeared. He was conducting a perimeter check when his tag went straight line. We’re still looking for his signal…thought we had a heartbeat earlier…could’ve been…eh…wait a minute.… Betty Lou says we’re at three hundred sixty-seven thousand dots at the pyramid now. Gains seem to be doubling every few seconds."

"Do the signatures indicate random or intelligent movement?"

"I would say intelligent. Dots...eem to be oving toward the Face, the Cit...nter, and …oming…ward the MISS."

"Say again, Alpha, you’re breaking up. Did you say the dots are moving toward the MISS?"


"Alpha, this is Omega Control, do you copy, over?"


"Alpha, do you read, this is Omega Control."


"Alpha, say again."


"Alpha, this is Omega Control. What is your situation?"

At once the microphone cracked and Omega Control heard what sounded like crunching, hissing, then gurgling and automatic weapons fire, a Russian briefly yelling profanities, and suddenly abrupt silence.

"Alpha, this is Omega Control, do you copy?... Alpha, do you copy?… Alpha, this is Omega Control, report please.… Alpha?"


Katherine was dreaming again, and for the first time her vision was different. As she hung from the cliff’s edge, looking out over the sea, the millions of apelike monstrosities swimming in the waters below her rose up and stood in uniform columns like soldiers preparing to march.

The great dragon came out of the waters too, metamorphosing into a strange yet desirable man wearing a ten-horned crown. He walked upon the water and sat down upon a coal black throne, facing the giant army. Speaking with the dragon’s voice, he said:

"Come forth flying serpents, you deceptive ones with your Gray legions. Come forth, for the time of my wrath is come. The humans have chosen the forbidden technology, and a body has been prepared me. I will be born the perditious son of their choosing. At their invitation I will walk the earth and enslave the Most High’s creation. I will reclaim my former glory, the glory I had when I governed the Galaxy, before the time of the Fall. I will revisit the stones of fire, Mars and Nibiru, and I will conquer those who wear my mark when I am called the Beast."

Suddenly the sea divided and rolled back, revealing a subterranean world filled with fiery-eyed serpents crawling atop each other inside a hidden chaos. Katherine watched as the reptiles transmogrified into well-dressed men in black suits. The MIB crawled from the pit and took command positions in front of the giant army. Dark glasses covered their elliptical eyes, but couldn’t hide what Katherine knew—the men in black were reptilian demons. Reptilian demons were men in black. What did that mean?

She awoke, and screamed. A man in a black suit stood over her.

"Now you and the other cow ssshall come with me," Apol Leon slurred with a demented grin. 


Fiction, right? Yes, but...

In 1997, popular radio host Art Bell on his program Coast to Coast asked eminent theologian and former Jesuit priest, Malachi Martin why the Vatican was heavily invested in the study of deep space at Mt Graham Observatory in southeastern Arizona. As a retired professor of the Pontifical Biblical Institute, Father Martin was uniquely qualified to hold in secret information pertaining to the Vatican's Advanced Technology Telescope (VATT) project at the Mount Graham International Observatory (MGIO). Martin's answer ignited a firestorm of interest among Christian and secular UFOlogists: 

Father Martin:

"Because the mentality, the attitude, mentality amongst those who [are] at the higher levels, highest levels of Vatican administration and geopolitics, know that, now, knowledge of what's going on in space, and what's approaching us, could be of great import in the next five years, ten years."

The cryptic words "...what's approaching us, could be of great import in the next five years, ten years," was followed in subsequent interviews with discussion of a mysterious "sign in the sky" that Father Malachi believed was approaching from the North. Martin passed away in 1999, but not before allegedly telling his good friend Art Bell "a secret," which some believe related to the space "object" and the 5-10 year timeframe. 

We stand today at the threshold of Father Malachi's words, with less than 14 months remaining in his prediction. Yet Martin's words were themselves seen as a "sign" by many ufologists. If ET reality is confirmed, most believe, the Vatican will play an important roll during Official Disclosure. Learned researchers therefore keep an open ear for hints by the Vatican that disclosure is nearing. 

Martin is not the only priest to have believed something is approaching. Argentinian Jesuit priest and astrophysicist, Jose Funes told an international conference in Rome a couple years ago that "extraterrestrials exist and are our brothers." In April 2000, Zecharia Sitchen set down with leading Vatican theologian, Monsignor Corraldo Balducci and discovered that the idea of ancient astronauts creating man is "...something that Christianity is coming around to...."

As recently as last week, when writing for Times Newspapers, Ruth Gledhill reported:

There is probably intelligent life elsewhere in the Universe, and there is evidence in the Bible to suggest that it could be Christian, according to the Roman Catholic Church.

In a document published by the Catholic Truth Society, the official publisher for the Vatican, a papal astronomer speculates that “sooner or later, the human race will discover that there are other intelligent creatures out there in the Universe”.

Brother Guy Consolmagno, a Jesuit, who is one of the Vatican’s leading astronomers, concedes that he could be wrong. Ultimately, he says, “We don’t know.” But in the new book, part of the Explanations series designed to explain Catholic teaching in everyday language, he says that part of his hunch is scientific. With so many billions of planets, stars and galaxies, he says, “ surely, somewhere in that number, there must be other civilized, rational beings”.

To back up his hunch that the aliens will have been subject to Christ’s saving grace, he cites the verses from John’s Gospel known as the Good Shepherd passage. In John x, 14-16, Jesus says: “I am the Good Shepherd . . . I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to My voice. So there will be one flock, one Shepherd.”

Only one week before the article above, a very mysterious sign in the sky was captured on film by security cameras in the Mexican town of Branches Arizpe, Coahuila. The unusual object expanded, contracted, and pulsated. The operator of Public Security, Brown Elsa, declared:

"We approximately received a call to the 2:50 a.m., was a commander, to say us that we showed ourselves to the window to see a very luminous star of colors and as to the 5 minutes we received another call and we came to observe by the window, was an object greater than a star... when noticing that it changed of colors we decided to focus it with the urban camera and we realized that was taking circular form, until we saw that it was a strange object." 

What caught our attention at Raiders News Update was commentary by investigator Jaime Maussan, who described the unusual object as a "UFO from a cosmic short cut or dimensional doorway."

Is this, or something like it, what Father Malachi was looking for? A dimensional doorway, a Stargate, through which somebody would arrive in the last days? Quetzalcoatl or...?

We have reasons to believe this could be the case, and that the "what" that is "approaching" earth has been under study for some time. In "The Ahriman Gate" we refer to what's coming and have reasons to believe a deadline for disclosure related to the event is upon us.

Time is running out... and whether you like it or not... something is headed Earth's way.

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