The Nephilim, the “fallen ones” had been our elders. They had been here long ago, had taken Homo sapiens women as their wives, providing our species with their DNA. They had taught us what they felt we could grasp, and had left us clear markers as to their presence. They had also tried to warn us of a calamity to come, but like most children, we had turned a deaf ear, refusing to heed our parents’ warning.

“We’re still infants,” I remember telling Maria. “We’re fragile, naïve infants, thinking we know everything, obliviously rocking in our cradle while the serpent crawls in through the open nursery window to slaughter us.”

Maria agreed. “You realize, of course, that the scientific community will scorn us.”

“Then we mustn’t tell them, at least not yet,” I said. “Humanity’s prophecy may be written in stone, but the future is still ours to determine. The Nephilim would not have gone to all this trouble to warn us of 4 Ahau, 3 Kankin without also leaving behind some weapon, some means of saving ourselves from annihilation. We must find the means to our salvation—then, and only then, will the rest of the world listen with an open mind.”

Maria hugged me, agreeing with my logic. “We won’t find the answers here, Julius. You were right all along. While the Great Pyramid is part of the prophecy’s puzzle, the temple appearing on the Nazca plateau is in Mesoamerica.”

—Excerpt from the Journal of Professor Julius Gabriel,

Ref. Catalogue 1975-77 pages 12-72.

Photo journal Floppy Disk 4: File name: GIZA, Blueprint 17.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

DECEMBER 1, 2012
NULLARBOR PLAIN, AUSTRALIA

5:08 A.M.

The Nullarbor plain, the largest flat expanse of land on the planet, is a desolate region of limestone that stretches out over ninety-five thousand square miles along Australia’s barren southern Pacific coastline. It is an uninhabitable area, devoid of vegetation and wildlife.

But for part-time naturalist Saxon Lennon and his girlfriend, Renee, the Nullarbor Plain has always provided the perfect escape. No people, no noise, no project managers yelling—just the soothing sounds of the surf crashing against the sheer limestone cliffs one hundred feet below their campsite.

The sonic reverberation causes Saxon to stir from his sleeping bag. He opens his eyes, pushing back the tent flaps to gaze at a canopy of stars.

Renee slips her arm around his waist, playfully fondling his genitals. “You’re up early, luv.”

“Stop for a second—did you hear something whiz by?”

“Like what?”

“Dunno—”

The tremendous thud causes the earth beneath their tent to shake, sending Saxon scurrying out of his girlfriend’s grasp.

“Come on!”

The young couple hurries from the tent half-naked, slipping on their hiking boots without bothering to lace them. They hop in their Jeep and head east, Saxon being sure to keep the vehicle a safe distance from the edge of the coastal cliffs running parallel on their right.