The Chronicle of Belthaeous
by John W. Steele
Rodney Neumann, a brilliant student of mathematics, has earned a scholarship at Columbia University. After years of spiritual struggle he has adopted materialism as his personal philosophy. In graduate school, he studies under, Dr. Adrian Nacroanus, an eccentric scientist who heads the Department of Genetic Engineering. The doctor’s advancements in biotechnology have earned him a reputation as a near-mythological being. In time, he and Rodney form a master-student relationship based on deep theosophical insights that Nacroanus reveals to him.
Dr. Nacroanus has developed a serum called Eternulum that he claims will increase human longevity. But before he can bestow his gift on humanity he must retrieve a mummified angel named Belthaeous, who has lain entombed in the Cave of the Ancients for thousands of years.
Rodney and Nacroanus journey to the Himalayas to find the hidden entity. Deep in the mountains, Rodney witnesses miracles that shatter his understanding of reality and confront him with forces of ultimate malevolence.
Chapter 24: The Protocols
Colonel Falkenhorst proclaimed, “It is my privilege to serve as your knight, my queen. Tyranny and dominance are our cause and our creed. As you are aware, I wrote the book, The Will to Dominance. I understand it is now required reading by all organic portals assigned to Third Density. It is indeed a great honor to be recognized by Darkness.”
Raom remained silent. Her eyes fixed on the towering fanatic.
“It cannot be overstated, my queen, that those who are asleep continue to outnumber those who are beginning to awaken to the programming we have instilled in their minds for centuries. We have nearly completed Mammon’s design for the Light, and total incarceration of souled mankind is within our grasp.
“Despite our tremendous advancements, I must warn the Council that many of the Light entities are beginning to question our authority. If they organize, they could defeat our efforts to control them completely. Our time is short. We need to strike now, while the sheep feel powerless and remain confused. Usurpers are growing in number. The window of opportunity will not last forever.”
The members of the council tilted towards Raom. I sensed a communication taking place. Her gaze fell on the colonel, and he continued his discourse.
“We have successfully destroyed the values that could bring lasting peace and freedom to this planet, thus thwarting the efforts of the Aeons of Light.
“The majority, beguiled by our ideology, believe that violence and terrorism are the best methods by which their world should be governed. Through the hypothesis of endless war and delusional paranoia, we have successfully destroyed the idea that diplomacy and academic discussion could resolve the issues we create for them.
“We have convinced the most influential of the human race that they are beset by enemies throughout the world, ones who must be eradicated from the face of the earth. Through the power of the media and the miracles of Hollywood, we’ve conditioned their minds to edit out the problems we construct so they may sense a temporary illusion of artificial security and harmony.”
Falkenhorst struck his chest with his fist and bellowed, “The cornerstone of Mammon’s doctrine shall always be: Might is right!”
A murmur swept through the assembly, and the sign of the fist could be seen everywhere. The colonel cleared his throat and continued his oratory.
“We control the press, and we will soon enact strict laws which will curtail the freedom of cyberspace as well. Not a single announcement, news development or thought that is not consistent with our ideological protocols will reach the public.
“The news agencies of the world that were once a beacon to expose tyranny and provide information have been reduced to a few major networks that infiltrate every coordinate on the planet. Every word and story that enters the airwaves is censored and distorted according to our way of thinking. Our broadcasters are allowed to announce publically only what we dictate to them.
“Fourth-Density Enukai shape-shifters posing as journalists have been a tremendous asset in our battle for control of the human mind. To the Light Beings, beauty is truth, and the glitzy pretentious exteriors of our commentators are perfectly designed to elicit trust and obedience in the childlike entities.
“We maintain total control of the past, the present, and the future. The mind-state we create consists of Mammon’s doctrine of endless war, designer ideals, xenophobia, and mindless gossip. Our subjective realities require no proof and are enforced through the threat of terrorism.
“Because of our relentless efforts, assertion has replaced hard evidence. Our statements regarding the current events of their world are accepted without question.
“Through the techniques of name-calling, card-stacking, and glittering generalities, we have hypnotized the majority on this planet to such an extent that they are filled with ardent zeal to fulfill the will of Mammon.
“I will continue to focus on the mundane aspects of the problems we create for them, and we shall offer solutions in the form of deeper dependence on corrupted government, loss of personal freedom, taxation, and fear of irrational possibilities.
“Through the ever-increasing power of ego-centered materialism, the Light Beings have grown weak and complacent. They have accepted that freedom is the right to do what the law allows. We will continue our stranglehold on the gullible and feeble-minded until their light is so dimmed they will wither away like grass beneath a blazing sun.
“Because of their growing indifference to the sufferings of others, and the security they find in the herd mentality, I believe Light entities are now prepared to accept without question the homicidal dictator we are about to provide for them in the form of our beloved hero, Dr. Adrian Nacroanus.”
Raom remained transfixed, her eyes shining with something akin to admiration. Falkenhorst paused, his gaze fell on Raom, and he looked hard in her eyes. I could see the truth: the bitch was hot for him.
Falkenhorst raised his head, his face dead as stone, his forehead knitted, and his eyes hypnotic. In a voice hard as iron, he cried, “In closing my report, I feel I must state clearly what we must never forget: the greatest slave is one who believes he is free.”
A tremendous applause flooded the hall. The dictator opened his arms to the congregation, a look of malevolent insanity etched in his features. He closed his eyes and recited a verse, his head nodding gently.
And their summers shall be flowerless
Their oceans void of life
Their trees will bear no fruit
Only briars shall thrive in their orchards
Their men shall be cowards
And their women without shame
The most corrupted shall rule
And all laws shall be unjust
The children will expose the sins of the parents even unto the penalty of death
Warriors will betray one another
Every man shall be a spy, and every deed a crime
Joy will reach its eventide
And the mirth of the world shall wax dry as a potsherd
In that glorious day
Darkness will reign supreme, and there shall be no hope
Through the power of our Lord Mammon
The earth will hold no truth
And for eternity we shall abolish the wonder of Light...
The demon lowered his head and raised his fist. “The hour of total damnation is upon us. Let the world become Hell, for it is better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven.”
A long silence ensued, and the words of the psychotic hung like a static charge in the air.
Raom arose from her chair, her eyes luminous smoked mirrors, her face blooming with an eerie orange radiance like the glow of a newborn mushroom cloud. In a voice I could only feel as hero-worship, she channeled, Well spoken, my valiant knight!
The chamber exploded in approval. The Genibolic scientists reared from their seats, applauding vigorously, their faces beaming with pride. Adrian shot up from the table, his hands slapping together in unfeigned adoration.
Too overcome with emotion to stand, Xenotula raised a fist over his head and made the sign of Mammon. Tears of joy streamed from his face, dripping like mucus along the contours of his swollen cheeks.
Mindy looked at me and winked, her eyes deep, mysterious pools beneath the aqua tint of her eye shadow. She applauded mechanically in an obdurate gesture of endorsement.
When the hysteria ceased, Raom raised her hand. “Has the world been prepared to greet the Shadow of Life, my dear Colonel Falkenhorst?”
The Colonel stood strong and tall, medals of every color dangled on his chest. “The Beings of Light are in preparation for the Messiah as we speak, my queen.
“My public relations officers have formed a contract with F.A.C.T news. In one month, the Avatar will be resurrected in the general assembly hall of the United Nations.
“At that time, our hero, Dr. Adrian Nacroanus, will infuse the final bolus of plasma into the Avatar. The eyes of the world will witness Belthaeous arise from the dead.
“The venerated Cardinal Evelyn Pindar and the world-renowned evangelist Reverend Jimmy Crackers will be present to sanctify the ceremony and verify the awakening.
“A fabricated picture of the entity Belthaeous seated upon a monolith inside the cargo bay of the space shuttle has appeared on the cover of NEO magazine. The headline story proves he’d been discovered in an ancient temple on the far side of the moon and taken to the shuttle by remotely operated space robots. The hysteria is mounting, and already our airtime is more valuable than the Olympics.
“When the power of Eternulum plasma is released to the world, every entity conditioned to life in Mammon’s hell will beg to serve us in any way we choose. Through the genius of Dr. Nacroanus, Genibolic has created the elixir for eternal damnation. Immortality is ours to administer to our favored ones.
“Those who pledge their Light to Mammon will live as willing slaves indentured to the Lords of the Earth for at least thousand years. When their Light is finally compartmentalized and under our complete control, the envelope of flesh will be cast away, and they shall not return to the Astral.
“We will harness their permanent atoms and use their power to expand the walls of the matrix. And on that glorious day when the Light is severed from the heart of the last theomorph, we will spill into the purer dimensions on our crusade to corrupt the entire universe.”
Raom gazed at the colonel, her eyes sparkling like sapphires. Falkenhorst stood at ease as if he’d received a private transmission. Raom placed her long slender hands over her breasts and gazed into space. In a poetic voice, she channeled; as if completing the colonel’s thoughts:
And it shall come to pass that all will be as it was in the days of the Pharaos. To be born a slave of Mammon will be the highest honor, the allegiance of the proletariat the highest love.
And we shall lord over them with the wisdom of the iron hand. There will be no creative intelligence, camaraderie, or empathy among them. They will function as a single body, a collective consciousness dedicated to the benefit of their sovereign, like bees and ants.
We will control all wealth, all thought, all reason, and all hope. And we will administer great authority to those willing to betray their own. On that glorious day, the earth will tremble beneath our feet and the Light of the world will assume its proper station beneath our glory.
Eternal life will provide the impetus for blind allegiance and servitude on this earth. At long last, free will and conscience, the scourge of Mammon, will be abolished from the mind of humanity.
And when we have harnessed the infinite power of every Light entity imprisoned in this dimension, we shall move beyond the borders of the black hole and challenge the Absolute for control of all reality. For the battle of good and evil is determined in the minds of men alone. A new Supreme Being shall arise. Our Lord Mammon, the father of pure evil, will destroy anyone who harbors the deformity of conscience.
The congregation remained silent, mesmerized by the power of the malevolent demi-god. Empress Raom looked at Nacroanus, her eyes shining and filled with madness. “What say you, Dr. Adrian Nacroanus? Is all in readiness for the glorious new age of order and unification?”
Nacroanus stood up. “Exalted Lord Empress Raom, all is in readiness. As you know, I am living proof that the plasma is effective. As time is measured in this solar system, I am over one hundred and fifty years old, yet I had the stamina to climb the most treacherous peak in the Himalayas. My strength and mentation are better than that of a man one-third my age.
“Yes, Lord Raom, the formula for Eternulum is complete. Orange-ray consciousness has awakened in the entity, Belthaeous, and he will live again.”
With a wave of her hand, Raom channeled, “The world awaits the resurrection of the Shadow of Life. At this time, we must ascend to the Fifth. The coarse energies of this dimension cause us great discomfort. We will return to celebrate the resurrection of the Avatar Belthaeous.
“We leave you in the darkness and fear of Mammon, the Lord of Self. Rejoice, for ye shall be as gods, and ye shall rule in Hell.”
A sparkling silver mist formed over the dais, and then they were gone.
Copyright © 2014 by John W. Steele