calendar. I realized that wallowing in my emotions was doing me no good. I had to focus. I had to stay strong. My life served a greater purpose. If a holocaust was truly coming, then I knew I had to stop it.
My cell became a war room. A regimen was established, combining rigorous exercise, meditation, and remote-viewing sessions. Pieces of an ancient puzzle began falling into place. There was a means to our salvation-I just had to find it.
But first, I had to escape.
Sometime during my last year in isolation, the state of Massachusetts determined that the antiquated facility I called Hell would close down. Pierre Borgia, by then U.S. secretary of state, immediately arranged for Dr. Foletta, my personal keeper, to transfer himself and me to an asylum in Miami.
It was the summer of 2012.
The rules at the Miami facility were different, each inmate assigned a team. No longer able to exert his autocratic rule, Dr. Foletta needed someone on the staff he could manipulate into signing off on my yearly evaluation. His pawn would arrive a week later in the guise of a graduate student.
My mother?
Yes. She was so beautiful, so enticing… consuming all my thoughts, disfocusing me from the mission at hand. I tried to quell my love for her, but as the doomsday drew nearer, our souls touched. Then, in her most difficult hour, your mother sacrificed everything she held dear and helped me escape.
Together we discovered the Balam, a starship buried long ago beneath the Kukulcan Pyramid. Within this vessel we found the remains of Kukulcan, the last survivor of a more advanced humanoid race called the Guardian. The Guardian had come to our planet long ago, fleeing the rise of evil that had enslaved their people, transforming their world into a hellish existence. The Guardian had avoided enslavement by taking refuge on one of their planet’s moons. But the evil ones were not satisfied with their conquest. Inhabiting their planet was an alien serpentine creature that could bridge the gap between dimensions of time and space. Trapping the creature aboard a transport ship, they sent it into space and through a wormhole. Members of the Guardian brotherhood chased after the transport in the Balam. Their vessel’s presence in the wormhole altered the wormhole’s trajectory… depositing both ships in our solar system, 65 million years into Earth’s past. This historic journey not only resulted in a cataclysm that wiped out the dinosaurs, it created a causal time loop in third-dimensional space.
Most of the transport was destroyed upon impact, but the life-support pod containing the creature remained intact.
Knowing a deep-space radio transmission could awaken the creature, the Guardian programmed the Balam to remain in orbit above Earth. The ship would deflect any incoming signals while the Guardian remained immersed in sleep pods. Sometime around 11,000 B.C., the Balam landed in the dense jungles of the Yucatan Peninsula, not far from where their enemy lay buried beneath the Gulf of Mexico.
It was about this time that the great flood caused by the last ice age thawed, and Homo sapiens became the dominant species on the planet.
The Guardian had a two-phased plan for humanity. Awakening in intervals, each member was assigned the task of erecting an electromagnetic relay station at key points around the globe. When completed, this astrogeodetic array would link with the Balam, creating an electromagnetic grid around the entire planet. The grid would prevent the creature from using its weapons to alter our planet’s atmosphere for its carbon-dioxide- breathing masters. Each Guardian had the challenge of camouflaging his relay station so that the array’s relay stations would remain undisturbed over thousands of years. Their solution was to bury the antennae beneath monolithic structures so magnificent in size and structure that they would forever remain undisturbed by modern man.
Great civilizations came into being, and with them rose the Pyramids of Giza and Stonehenge, the Pyramid of the Sun, and the Temples of Angkor Wat.
One of the last of the brotherhood to be revived was Kukulcan. Under his tutelage, the Mayans rose to power and the Kukulcan Pyramid was built-directly above the burial site of the Balam. All that was needed was someone to activate the device in the year 2012.
This was the second phase of the Guardian’s plan. Each member of the brotherhood would not only instruct his people, but spread his genetic seed using our women. By mixing the Guardian’s superior DNA with Homo sapiens DNA, our species genetically leapfrogged up the evolutionary ladder.
The Guardian’s DNA is the so-called missing link?
Yes. But the Guardian were capable of much more than simply siring a new subspecies, they could also manipulate their DNA so that genetic anomalies like them would reach maturation around the time of the predicted day of reckoning. They called these superior beings the Hunahpu.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I carried the Hunahpu gene, passed down to me from my maternal ancestors. By activating the Balam ’s array, I not only prevented the creature from using its weapons, I also stopped an all-out nuclear war between the superpowers.
Days later, the alien creature ascended from the Gulf, intent on destroying the Balam ’s electromagnetic array. I was waiting in Chichen Itza to meet it. Tapping into my newly discovered Hunaphu powers, I was able to access the Balam ’s weapon, which deactivated the cybernetic beast.
But you entered the creature’s mouth? Why?
To prevent the Under Lords of Xibalba from arriving on Earth. The creature had succeeded in shunting the Balam ’s array, opening a corridor of the nexus that bridged the gap between Earth and the Xibalban Underworld. Inside this corridor were two demons, disguised as my mother and Dominique. Having been warned about the deception by the Guardian, I killed both of those evil souls, completing my mission.
Or so I thought.
The Guardian offered me a choice. I could live out my days as Michael Gabriel or continue to evolve as One Hunahpu and journey to Xibalba to save the lost souls of the Nephilim.
Who are the Nephilim?
The Fallen Ones, human souls who were being tortured on Xibalba. I had remote-viewed their terror. Thousands of men, women, and children-all suffering at the hands of their oppressors. As Michael Gabriel, I could have ignored them, but as One Hunahpu, I realized I was their only hope.
With heavy heart I took one last look at your mother’s face, then climbed into the Guardian’s pod. Moments later, I found myself hurtling through space, leaving Earth forever… through a wormhole, racing to Xibalba – where the origin of mankind’s evil was waiting.
The origin of mankind’s evil? Father, I don’t understand.
Humanity is caught in a bubble of space-time, each successive journey through the wormhole looping history. What has happened before will happen again, unless the paradox can be broken. My presence on Xibalba somehow reinforces this paradox, yet it also serves to keep the door to humanity’s own salvation open. You see, Jacob, there are two crossroads that face humanity, one in 2012, one more in your own near future. I cannot tell you about this second holocaust, but if left unchecked, it will terminate life on Earth as surely as the events of 2012 nearly did.
What is it?
Again, I cannot say, but only a Hunahpu can prevent it.
Is it my destiny to stop it?
I don’t see how. According to the Popol Vuh, you and your brother will make the journey to Xibalba aboard the Balam soon after your twentieth birthday, long before the second event.
And if we don’t make the journey?
Then the second holocaust will wipe out humanity.
Father, is Manny Hunahpu? I know he shares our DNA, but the gene seems recessive.
Your brother’s powers may grow stronger in years to come or they may not appear at all. All I know is that…
Father?
Father, what’s wrong?
The Abomination. It senses our communication.
What should I do?
I should have known better. You’re too young, it’s too easy for the Abomination to use you. Even as we
