Stellar Dawn: The Manufacture of the Humans2

By Eric Ramon Crumley

Pledamo, a seven-foot-tall scientist from the planet Pleiadia, paces the floor of his vessel and wonders when he will be able to begin his top-secret mission. Contracted to fabricate the first humans from intergalactic materials with his council and crew, Captain Pledamo is more than ready to commence creating mankind in test tubes and delivering them to Lil-Brotheria, a tiny planet that will later be known as Earth. But as he receives orders to begin the mission, Pledamo has no idea of the challenges that await him.

As the interplanetary craft heads to Lil-Brotheria, Pledamo contemplates the daunting task before him. Although he is a top geneticist, he has yet to fabricate a new species. Knowing the results could be the beginning of something great or what he intuitively fears could be potentially disastrous, Pledamo presses on as a Garden is created on Lil-Brotheria to house the new species. But as Pledamo and his crew attempt to deliver the experimental prototypes to Earth, they are forced to confront a new and dangerous reality.

In this fast-paced science fiction thriller, a scientist and his crew must battle unexpected struggles while attempting to fulfill a complex mission. Now only time will tell if they will be successful amid an unforeseen and bleak destiny.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abbott Press
• Release date: Apr 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781458214249

Eric Ramon Crumley

Eric Ramon Crumley earned a degree in liberal arts from Orange Coast College in Costa Mesa, California. A prolific researcher of the UFO phenomenon, he has published articles in Surfer magazine and the Jacksonville Florida Tribune. Eric is an avid surfer and father of four who currently resides with his wife in Sebastopol, California, where he continues to write.

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ISBN: 978-1-4582-1423-2 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2014902607

Abbott Press rev. date: 01/14/2019

CONTENTS

I. Pledamo’s Assignment

Sub-Chapter IA: Calling the Crew to Order

II. Hands, Feet & Footboards

Sub-Chapter IIA: The Secret

Sub-Chapter IIB: Surfing on Pleiadia

III. Landing on En-terra

IV. Inception

Sub-Chapter IVA: The Skirmish

V. The Return Of The Arcturians

VI. Paradise

VII. The Fall

Sub-Chapter VIIA: Departure

Sub-Chapter VIIB: Cain and Abel

Epilogue

I

PLEDAMO’S ASSIGNMENT

P LEDAMO PACED THE FLOOR OF the cruiser wondering if the Council of Twelve had transcribed the correct word from Yahwen. He needed to know if it was the right time to begin his new assignment. He gazed out into the stars in quiet anticipation. He could not make the decision on his own. Due to the make-up of his restricted will he could not take the initiative by himself. He had to follow specific directives from the High Command back at headquarters. He had no real will of his own- at least not on major decisions like this one. A curious comfort came over him, as he felt happy to do the will of those who sent him on such a lofty and momentous mission. As elder and top-notch geneticist, his new assignment was to develop, manufacture and complete the delivery on the fabrication of a new species. He as Captain, his council and his crew had been granted a coveted contract to fabricate the first humans from intergalactic materials-space dust as it were. He was thrilled beyond words, like a puppy chasing a ball. The scientist couldn’t wait to get started. He had become frustrated waiting for his orders.

Pledamo transported aboard his vessel sealed containers of liquid silt comprised of gold dust from the clay-imbedded estuaries back near his hometown. Two cylinders consisted of a type of primordial goo-like placental gel. This amniotic medium provided the substance necessary to spawn the first humans during a relatively rapid gestation period. The trace mineral gold, among seventy or more other minerals, would guarantee that these new creatures which Yahwen was creating, would have the same smooth epidermal covering that his brothers and sisters had back on Pleiadia, his home. These beings were to be fabricated perfect in every way, just like he was made perfect in every way. Not like the robotoid reptiles from the Orion constellation with their rough, razor-sharp skin that felt like a shark’s back. They were called the Manukians and looked like alligators that walked erect but without the long jawbone and a smaller tail; yet replete with their radiant beady eyes and irregular boney exterior. The Source must have had something very special in mind, Pledamo reflected; otherwise He would have sent a species of lesser development than his.

After all, being Pleiadian, and except for the slightly larger cat-like eyes, he looked like a two-legged humanoid. The ears were a bit pointed, smaller and protruded higher upon the head than the new humans to be. Seven feet plus in height, quite thin and pale with long straight hair, no tail or facial hair. Actually, the hair was more like skin but it looked like hair from a distance. Their civilization developed throughout their cluster of stars over the millennia to a very advanced degree. They succeeded quite nicely in crossing over their nuclear threshold¹ early in their history. That is to say, they didn’t blow themselves up. As a bi-product of developing peaceful habitats suitable for life throughout their quadrant of the galaxy, special powers were bestowed upon their race. Powers not given, or allowed, to planetary civilizations that exhibited violent tendencies or conducted imperialistic campaigns, no matter how advanced that society was or whatever the reason. Long, long ago it was decreed that the universe would be one of harmony. Civilizations increased in scope and dominion by, contrary to popular belief, practicing benevolence and non-violence. At any rate, no unprovoked violence was acceptable. Even then, there had to be a very good and absolute last resort reason for retaliation.

Regarding these powers and their attendant technologies, for example: In addition to being clairaudient, beings on his planet had developed both light speed (hyper-drive or warp travel) and ‘sound–vibronics’ to probably the most advanced degree in the known universe. That was the ability to induce a vacuum within a magnetic field at will and move heavy objects through it, or above it. The Pleiadian Civilization hadn’t known war for centuries and used their powers in a most beneficent way.

His home Pleiadia was lit forty-eight hours a day, which was two-thirds of their seventy-two hour day. This was due to their having three suns, two of which were juxtaposed just outside of the main stars ten planet solar system, or Caelium, the cat star. These secondary suns were carbonic, like red giants and as such, were not as hot as the main star. They appeared more like glorified moons, but of course emitted their own light. These lesser solar orbs also had fewer planets in orbit so as not to induce a cosmic collision. More on that later.

Meanwhile, Dr. Pledamo continued to pace the floor, his gangly seven-foot frame reflected the glow of asteroids and cosmic dust from Lil-Star onto his almost translucent skin. Thin and gaunt, his deep obsidian eyes stared out the bridge window at the rings of Saturn. He and the rest of the Pleiadian crew, along with the two adjoining ships, had just come out of hyper drive quickly passing Sedna and Eris, then Pluto, Uranus, Neptune and then finally Saturn. He noticed that all the planets were lining up in a row. Historically heralded as an important event in times past, from what could be seen from his flight deck, the entire planetary system appeared as one giant elongated eclipse. A syzygy if you will. Hyperion visible to port, Iapetus to starboard. Pledamo’s piercing eyes focused in on a possible elliptic around the latter as a stop off point. Here the convoy would stage an outpost in geosyncronous orbit utilizing the gaseous halo of Saturnia, as they called it, as a natural cloaking device. After all, this was by necessity a top-secret mission to both possible detractors and Manukian reptilians. At the very least, he wasn’t in the mood for sociability beyond his own genus at that point and he didn’t want to answer a lot of pesky questions by any wandering galactic marauders. The fact that the ships boasted an obvious Pleiadian sophistication and sleekness should have been enough to deter any potential inquisitors. His race had attained a sublime stature and, by reputation, any Pleiadian business was automatically assumed to have come condoned or even directed by the Great Cause; and other species usually remained content to leave well enough alone.

Slightly agitated, Captain Pledamo continued to wait patiently for his orders. He paced the floor of the cruiser. He and his flight engineers and deck personnel had already been granted entry to the Solar System via prime-directive protocols from the Council of Twelve, but also from the IFPP, the intergalactic council, to which they enjoyed excellent standing. That was the Intergalactic Federation of Peaceful Planets. Still, he had hoped a little circumspection would go a long way: he was not about to advertise his entrance into the Solaris system or announce his arrival into Saturnias airspace. Much less did he desire any potential confrontation with said Manukians. Besides that, in addition, no one was to know the exact time they would transmute down to the dangerous and unpredictable planet surface.

He really hoped to receive his orders soon. Finally, a hologram from the Pleiadian Council of Twelve had arrived. Their maker, Yahwen, had granted entrance into Lil-Brotheria! This was ultimately to be coined the new planet’s name. It was time to brief the planetary personnel. He summoned his supervisors to the flight deck for orientation.

Pledamo as Captain and Chief Geneticist would not transmit down to En-terra (also an ancient name for Planet Earth) until later when the construction of the compound was complete. First, a fence² around a garden of herbs, vegetables and fruit trees had to be erected. Even then, he would not beam down until construction had at least begun on the Maternity Ward.³ Even though his race lived a healthy 1500 years Pleiadian time – about 4500 years in Lil-Brotheria or En-terra time – and he was only 900 years old by then; he still did not want the partially unknown effects of the new planets oxygen rich atmosphere and gravitational pull to age his frail body unnecessarily. Ah, the joys of being top dog. In addition, he thought to himself, his directives from his celestial Master, as communicated through the High Council of Twelve, mandated that he stay with the liquid gel cylinders. Giant test tubes if you will, made from a type of siliconized acrylic material, they were slightly more than transluscent, just enough to get radiographic, magnetic and sonographic images of their various and sundry biological components as amazingly as they had been engineered for their final manufacturing. The large tubes comprised a type of double womb that contained the embryonic fluid from which this new experimental species would be fabricated. The Siriuns and Arcturians had used a type of natural selection process, which I suppose you could call an evolutionary process when the plants and animals were seeded but this evolution occurred during one Cosmic Day Period or 1000 years.⁴ First, on the third day when plant life was seeded via Directed Genetic Panspermia.⁵ Then on the fifth day millennium these highly advanced homonids did use this natural selection and a type of evolution to create the animal life during this period.⁶ However, when it came time for the manufacture of the humans, all the genetic evolution had already been pre-programmed into the holographic blue prints raiographed onto the plan checks back at the Temple of the High Twelve in the Pleiades cluster of stars.

Narration Begins

So this is a rough thumbnail sketch of how man was created by Yahwen. Of course, the extremely advanced civilization from the planet Pleiadia were His hands, feet and footboards, pre-contracted to carry out the prints to completion. It’s not that the Lil-Brotherians did not evolve from what would later (much later) become known as a Darwinian motif, it’s just that they did not evolve on the new planet. They, under the circumstances, were literally created in a few short earth years. It didn’t even take the full day" millennium to manufacture these beings. By the time we got into Solaria they were pretty much ready to be inceived⁷ (currently unknown words are defined in the glossary at the back of this episode).

In addition to his coveted leadership position, his designation as Chief Geneticist was a most important and high calling. He had been appointed by the High Command due not only to his expertise in both DNA, Nano technology and bio-chemical construction, but also due to his thoroughness and attention to detail, which were legendary in his quadrant. In those primordial/pre-dawn days of human origins, he was literally the arms and hands of his master Yahwen. He had totally subjected himself to the will of this Higher Force, whose Supreme makeup was pure spirit (thus the need for arms and hands) as mere clay on the proverbial potter’s wheel. He allowed his actions to be directed by this Cosmic Power so as to come up with the perfectly created being – Adam and Eve (not their real names). They were going to be the first man and woman – and the original parents of all the Lil-Brotherians to follow. The exalted beings of the Cosmos. Only someone who had already attained to an exalted stature, at least morally, ethically and mentally, could accomplish such a task without any attendant jealousy, pride or hint of self-aggrandizement. As his ancient grandfather Yodama the 1st, who lived 1900 years Pleiadian time would always admonish him when he was a youngster, Son: humbleness and teachability are the touchstones of greatness.

Pledamo began to call the crew to order. The crew chief of the initial planetary team was Descripto, engineer of the ground crew and essentially the whole missions resident nerd. Then there