by
William P. Messier
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Atlantian Chronicles: FINAL PROPHECY
Copyright © 2010 by William P. Messier
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I dedicate this book to my wife Ping and daughter Karina of all that walk the earth, are most precious to me, and whose support and love I treasure. To my parents Helen and Robert Sr., who are now deceased, and to all my sisters and brother, and friends who remain my source of inspiration. Also, to anyone who finds themselves at a crossroads in life where their juncture seems unreachable, you are not alone, and with dedication it will be accessible.
This book was written to unravel the riddles of the universe.
PROLOGUE-Prophecy Incarnate
Eons ago, before the first tree, even before the first ocean, comets pounded a newly formed planet with premeditated star matter embedded with distant and foreign DNA. On a deliberate journey of truth and connection, the rebirth that failed so many times before had failed once again. Although time and space was on their side, eons would have to pass before the circle of life could be completed. The journey of destiny, foretold from times gone bye evolved, until one day all of its secrets were freed. Eventually, the planet matured and grew up. Many civilizations evolved and settled, some disappeared as others survived on this blue planet until one day another civilization’s fate was close at hand.
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My name is Arius, heir and future leader of this domed world. This is my two-week chronicle of events leading to the destruction of my beautiful planet. The hum from my light-ship is soothing but I can’t forget this horrific event as I reluctantly gaze down from the vantage of my doomed craft. The moment of my world’s impact is eternally burned into my memory, like recurring waves of dark dreams. I feel like I’m surfing the black crest once again. I can’t stop thinking about it. The memory of being directly above ground zero, within the city of dreams, the place I called home for all of my life, awaiting its obliteration. The horror of that memory. I can see it so clearly, how the sky split open, a thousand cubic kilometers of air was blazed aside. A tunnel of searing red flame, kilometers wide, arched toward the ground. Within a few seconds, my city, Atlantius was engulfed and all structures were flattened. Everything had been destroyed. My island continent, Atlantis shattered with the force of a thousand earthquakes and a shock wave of displaced air swept over the surface of my Atlantian landscape and then methodically the entire globe. From the pulverized flat terrain around the impact site I saw a ring of liquid mountains rise nineteen kilometers high, exposing a huge crater three hundred kilometers across exposing the bowels of the continent. A wall of molten rock ripples outward, erasing what was left of the landscape and changing the evolution and the history of my planet, forever.
I’m getting ahead of myself. I must chronicle this from the beginning. As I remember, strange events started happening two weeks ago. I didn’t know it at the time but I was being scrutinized, observed and watched from the highest echelons. I wish I never knew about the inheritance of the four truths! Unknown to me at the time, this inheritance began at birth and would be revealed when I become of age. I must survive four mortal dangers. What I slowly figured out was from the beginning of these heinous events that the truth would be either most profound or most dangerous. I was right on both accounts.
Weeks before my world was destroyed there were events unknown to me that were destined to come unchallenged. In my quest, all that has been and all that is yet to come will be revealed. The last two weeks of my destiny were collected and recorded into my ships memory matrix.
“Memory matrix, correlate and combine in order all the investigated events of the four truths, leading to a week before the second cycle of K’altun. Story-stream them in 3rd person, then merge them with this chronicle,” Ari’s voice pulsated, accepting his destiny. “These events will be chronicled for history in the hope that humanity as I once knew it, one day, can learn from what has come and do what is meant to be.”
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It happened with a flash. Sixty-five million years ago a gravitational wave opened time’s doorway. Silent ovoids sped through, crossing black space. The cosmic ships of pale blue were numbered in fours. Their uniform dorsal ridges swept backward, arched as ancient wings. Their alternating winged bands of black and gray, four hands high, four wide, oscillated. Pulsing crystal-driven energy wrapped the ships’ circumference with a resonant song from invention’s dawn.
Believing their cause just, those who flew these vibrant ships traveled from the mist of time. Numbered in fours, they now rested, preparing for the legacy ahead. Hidden by billowing banks of primordial clouds from the consciousness of the world below, they anchored their temporal shells and lay in wait.
Other messengers of destiny arrived, forty by count. Meeting in the black void above the blue world, they transformed. Their pulsing ridges hummed and glowed, until energy became heat and heat became a blistering power wave. Like dark matter crawling across empty space, the forty ships became silent. Uniting for a metaphysical harvest, they blended and solidified. Providence unfolded, all who had been numbered in fours merged sharing and delivering
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The Final Revelation . . .
The combined life force beyond senses emerged from the ships. Descending through the clouds, it moved upon the face of the watery world, floating freely in ways flesh and blood could not. An ethereal mist formed the night dew, glowing green with intent and intelligence.
Its hum bespoke its inaudible purpose. Time is short. Our cause, a circle of life: Preservation of the prophecy!
Sinister and silent, the Ancient Ones had returned to the island Atlantis.
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