The Autobiography of an Extraterrestrial Saga: Thyron’S Dossier

By Craig Campobasso

The Fallen Archangels fate is nigh. After 200,000 years of imprisonment, Lucifer faces the Ancient of Days Tribunal, where his final punishment shall be decreed. Shall Lucifer be spared; or, shall he pay for his crimes with the ultimate punishment: Soul-death?

Directed by Archangel Michael, Thyron commissions a dossier which unveils suppressed history from Lucifers immortal lifetime. Will Thyron discover the whole truth? What truth is hidden in the secret History Coins that impact Thyrons perspective of Lucifer? Will Lucifers defense prevail with Thyrons help?

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• Language: English
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• Release date: Jul 22, 2016
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Craig Campobasso

Craig Campobasso is an award-winning filmmaker and Emmy-nominated casting director. He has appeared on many radio shows, including Coast to Coast AM with George Noory, Open Minds with Regina Meredith, and Beyond Belief. He has also appeared on the History channel’s Ancient Aliens. For more information, visit AutobiographyOfAnET.com.

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Books by Craig Campobasso

The Autobiography of an ExtraTerrestrial Saga

Trilogy

Book One: I AM Thyron

Book Two: Waking Thyron

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL SAGA

THYRON’S DOSSIER

BOOK THREE OF THE TRILOGY

CRAIG CAMPOBASSO

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CONTENTS

DEDICATION

1. THE LUCIFER REBELLION TRIBUNAL BEGINS

2. PANDASALA’S CLONE

3. THYRON’S SEVEN SELVES

4. CORONA

5. VENUS—THE PLANETARY SCHOOL OF LOVE

6. LOVING SOOLINA

7. THE GALACTIC SEMINAL IS BORN

8. THE LUCIFER QUERIES

9. 7TH RAY RACE

10. FIRST DATE

11. THE LUCIFER REBELLION TRIBUNAL CONTINUES: ARCHANGEL GABRIEL PRECIDING

12. THE TRIBUNAL: HISTORY COIN REVIEW CONTINUES

13. THE ISOLATION OF EARTH

14. AFFAIRS OF THE HEART

15. THE LOVE SHIFT

16. LUCIFER HAS HIS SAY

17. JUPITER’S MOONS

18. THE AURORA AUDITORIUM

19. I AM FLAME CENTER

20. THE CHRIST CHAKRAS

21. TURN OF EVENTS

22. THYRON’S DOSSIER

23. THYRON’S DOSSIER CONTINUED

24. NEWVANA PLANET

25. NUPTIALS

26. LUCIFER TAKES THE STAGE

27. THE IRREVOCABLE SENTENCING OF THE REBEL INTERNMENT

28. MERKABAH STAR VEHICLES

29. 7TH RAY RACE PRESENCE ON EARTH

30. VOLLTUN PLANET - VEGA SYSTEM

31. MIRACLES ON NEWVANA PLANET

32. A TRIANGLE FOR LOVE

33. CORONA’S GRANDFATHER

34. INTERACTION WITH THE SPIRIT REALM

35. THE AGROANAN’S

36. THE SPIRIT CENTER

37. THE ETERNAL FLAME A-GLOW-GLOW

38. SOULTAR’S FATHER

39. THE PORTAL

40. THE PROPOSAL

41. THE FINALITIER CORPS

42. VALORR

43. THE VOWING CEREMONY

44. THE HUROID REVOLUTION

AFTERWORD

TERMINOLOGY OF THE

EXTRATERRESTRIAL WORLDS

PRONUNCIATION GUIDE

ABOUT THE ARTISTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

SPECIAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

EPILOGUE

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DEDICATION

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For my Godparents Gabriel and Mercy Verdugo, who watch over me from Heaven.

My Godmother had the sweetest infectious laugh, made the most delicious Anise Seed cookies and introduced me the wonderful smell of Dial Gold soap.

As a boy, I have fond memories of sitting with my Godfather and watching the movie

Our Lady of Fatima and the I Love Lucy TV shows.

I am grateful for his translations of the things Ricky would say to Lucy in Spanish.

I hold my Godparents forever dear to my heart.

Once duality within oneself has merged, graduation from Earth Planet promises the beginning

of an adventurous career throughout the infinite creation,

an endless voyage of discovering one’s true self.

Solar 2 Commander Thyron

The Star Seed Alignment of Space Peoples and Planets

1

THE LUCIFER REBELLION TRIBUNAL BEGINS

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Solar 2 Commander Thyron

CAPITAL CITY: UVERUNITY. UVERSA PLANET. ORVONTON SUPERUNIVERSE HEADQUARTERS

Opening day of The Lucifer Rebellion Tribunal had, at long last, arrived.

Thyron sat alone in the Olympian-sized coliseum. He knew that within the hour, the doors would open and thousands would file into this enormous space, The Imager transforming it into a makeshift courtroom. The stillness of the space was a welcome, although temporary, respite—the calm before the storm, he thought. He continued to struggle with the prospect of Lucifer’s fate, as he knew Lucifer himself would be.

The former immortal Archangel and System Sovereign of Satania had already been found guilty of his crimes and sent to Prison Planet 6, where he has lived out his days for the past 200,000 years. Archangel Gabriel, second in command of the universe, had now called for the ultimate punishment: Lucifer’s soul-death. Enough time had been allotted for Lucifer to claim redemption, Gabriel reasoned. The disturbing fate of non-existence plagued Thyron. What would it be like to have no soul, no voice, and no love? The universe would remember Lucifer for an eternity, but Lucifer’s soul could be extinguished, as if he never existed. Thyron researched 103 other such verdicts of soul-death; and he knew, from studying those cases, that Lucifer’s chances of receiving leniency from the Ancients of Days were slim.

As Thyron’s blank stare onto the dais focused on a light with no source, a disturbing intensity built inside him. His foreboding thoughts could not escape from the inevitable. Filled with anxiousness, he drew in a deep sighing breath. Tormented with how to justly portray both sides, he felt all eyes of the universe would be on him when it came time to present his dossier, a speech he was still struggling to write. After all, it was Sovereign Michael who assigned him to this prestigious task. The extreme importance of his mission and this tribunal wasn’t lost on Thyron. His soul…Lucifer’s soul…and the future of the entire universe were at stake.

The days when Thyron was dualistic kicked up in his mind and the incredible feeling of instantly becoming fully conscious helped to mask his anxiety. His belief structures were suddenly changing again, rearranging in the recesses of his mind, like an abrupt sensation of his awareness tripling. Suddenly, he somehow knew that whatever the outcome of the tribunal, everything in the universe would be as it should. He categorically knew Sovereign Michael had opened this deeper window of his soul to give him solace.

In a short mediation, Thyron balanced his inner self and placed an invisible blanket of peace around the courtroom. His eyes opened when he heard the mounting sounds of the orders of the Universal Hierarchies filing in to take their seats in their designated sectors. He sat there expressionless, as his fellow Alignment Commanders gathered into their section around him. Zeus, Thyron’s father, and the Galacterian Alignment Overseer Bacaaralar decided to forgo protocol and sit with him rather than with the Constellation Father’s. Although Thyron felt his father’s support, he knew the verdict would alter the course of the universe forever, and that he would be directly responsible. He had an eerie premonition about that, like a haunting déjà vu that rang throughout his soul.

Every order of the Universal Hierarchy were present and unified in their intent that a verdict was forthcoming. Divided into sections, there were twenty-nine Paradise Sons of Nebadon, including Archangel Gabriel, Father Melchizedek and Immanuel; one hundred and forty-four Elohim; and another three thousand of the respected Angelic Corps. From previous universal programs were thirty-nine Paradise Sons of The Ancients of Days Order. They were the ones who would be casting the final judgment upon Lucifer and his rebels. They would make the ultimate decision to spare or destroy their souls.

A point of light had appeared above the round stage. The din of the crowd fell silent when a pleasant ringing tone resonated. The time had come, Thyron thought, as he watched a column of light descended to the stage. A Supreme Trinity Personality of the Union of Days stepped out. A towering figure at nine feet tall, the Counselor stood prominently, his multi-angled replication presenting a clear view for all. Thyron pondered his appearance for a moment, reflecting on him with human eyes. The Counselor’s radiant light yellow skin; his yellow-blond hair; and, those golden hued eyes were aglow with heavenly shades unidentifiable by human standards. As powerful as he knew the Counselor to be, his robe of the hierarchy changed his dimensional appearance, which skewed his physicality. It was bright—like the central sun—and it was stitched with veins of elongated solar flares. In that robe, his thin frame became taller and thinner than he already was. These observations had flashed through Thyron’s mind in an instant, and he almost felt a sense of lightness; but, his thoughts quickly snapped back when an androgynous voice announced: Counselor Kysil Vasheen.

There was a silence before Vasheen spoke as all anticipatory eyes were on him, waiting to hear his first words, the voice that would begin The Lucifer Rebellion Tribunal; the event that would deliver final justice; an event the universal populace had waited, in anticipation to see, for over 200,000 years.

Based on his studies of the rebellion, Thyron was well aware that before Lucifer’s iniquitous descent, for more than one hundred years, the Union of Days on Salvington Planet had been reflectivating and transmitting their observations of Lucifer to Uversa, which supported what they had foreseen. All was not at peace in Lucifer’s mind.

A ScrollModule’s blue script unraveled before him. "In the matter of the Satania System Rebellion of the early days—The Lucifer Rebellion in the latter—as recorded with the Uversa Courts under Gabriel vs. Lucifer, whereas Gabriel petitioned for the soul-destruction of Lucifer, Sa’ Tan, Caligastia, Daligastia, Abaddon and their consorts. The Counselor paused as a hush fell upon the courtroom. Thyron shifted uncomfortably in his seat, reacting to the statement. Any decree on Gabriel’s petition will not be made… the chatter of the stadium rose dramatically. Vasheen raised his voice to project above the din so that all could hear, …until the conclusion of this tribunal."

After a pleasant light snapping sound, Counselor Vasheen was replaced by a broad-shouldered man, who was tall and muscularly refined. His confident eyes were unusual; green pupils with blue irises. His masculine face was round, jaw line defined; short hair like black silk combed back over the top of his head. One might believe he was of American Indian descent if he wasn’t from the multiverse. An androgynous voice announced him: Andovontia—Universe Circuit Supervisor.

Andovontia surveyed the audience. His voice was deep, all-knowing, and resonated with a tone well-suited for his status as a prestigious Galacterian. The Lucifer Rebellion Tribunal is being broadcast throughout the Nebadon Universe and into surrounding local universes. He paused momentarily as the crowd settled-down.

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Kysil Vasheen

Under hierarchal orders, it was I who isolated Earth from the rest of the universe during the trying years of the Lucifer Rebellion; and, since then, the planet has remained in seclusion. Once the verdict has been cast, the restoration of the Satania System to the Norlatiadek constellation will ensue; and, Earth and the other isolated worlds will be restored to the Satania circuits. These worlds will once again enjoy the privileges of interplanetary and intersystem communication. May Satania once more know the joys of universal brotherhood. Andovontia vanished with the snapping sound of light. The Ancients of Days seats floated forward to create a perimeter around the stage. Thyron had never seen any of them in person—the superbeings who govern the multiverses. He had seen them in universal broadcasts, but never expected to feel the spark of creation stir inside him when first laying eyes upon them. Their emanations were powerful. He could not quite understand the entire experience, except to equate it with a multiplication of Sovereign Michael’s spiritual presence plus a sensation of the physical body converting to light. Thyron felt as if the heart of God were tangible and with him.

Vashont-DeLay, the tribunal’s facilitator, levitated above the dais, his piercing blue eyes radiant with Supreme clarity. He wore the habiliment of a Paradise Son; a simple light silver robe that radiated with pearlescent sheen. A solid cord belt sporting blue hues was tied at his waist. Within its diamond aglets, light moved and refracted within. His appearance vacillated from a young man of forty to a man of age. His younger self was sturdy-built and masculine with shoulder-length platinum blond hair. His glowing skin shared the tint of fresh cream. His older self’s build was the same; sporting a soft thatch of wavy short silver hair. Although there was a bit of age to his face, he was still vibrant and youthful. The Ancients vacillate from their younger to older self; because, they gather data from their life experiences at different time intervals; over their immortal life spans; and from across the multiverses. Thyron was still dumfounded, intrigued, and most of all felt like his soul was elevating just by being in their presence.

The Ancients of Days representative was announced in the same manner that Andovontia had been before him. Vashont-DeLay, Paradise Son of the Ancient Order, of the triune rulers of previous local universes under the Orvonton superverse.

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Andovontia

Vashont-DeLay used his thoughts to flow his chair through the air. He hovered across the dais, over the audience, and glided to a position in front of the rebels’ sector. They wore the standard issue uniforms of sentenced men: black body suits. They were restrained within a golden and transparent Living Light force field, which is comprised of sacred geometric properties. This force field operates exactly like the Golden Promise Cell; except, it is a smaller version; it secures its inmates by locking their auras; and, it confines them within a given space. Lucifer, Sa’ Tan, Caligastia, Daligastia and Abaddon’s cell-box protruded from the others, so that they would be face-to-face with the Ancient. The rest of the rebels sprawled out behind them like a cesspool of iniquity.

Vashont-DeLay, possessed of conscious grace and fertility, addressed them directly. I ask each of you, what is your final redemption plea?

Vashont-DeLay rested steadfast eyes on Sa’ Tan. He looked at his appearance; long dark hair unkempt; skin so pale it almost looked ice blue; and, his aura was like a black thundercloud. Sa’ Tan glared at him with hatred through those dark eyes. Never! he spat defiantly.

Vashont-DeLay repeated the question to Caligastia and Daligastia. Caligastia was a threatening looking man, tall, built powerfully, and rugged. His eyes were pools of black, skin olive, short black hair parted in the middle. Daligastia matched the vulgarity in his counterpart, and looks, only his hair was murky brown. Nearly motionless, fuming, and avoiding eye contact; they sat defiant with their arms folded and loathing the entire process. He looked at Abaddon, a Uralian of the Earth, a grizzly of a man with gray clay-like skin and long dirty brown hair. He narrowed his eyes, snorting in refusal. Thyron was not shocked by their arrogance; but, their displays of obstinate actions in the face of their own soul destruction was unfathomable.

Vashont-DeLay put his unyielding eyes on Lucifer. Age had not been kind. The immortal’s dark descent was to blame. He was thin, pale, and he had age spots on his bald head. His bright brown eyes remained, and would look kind if he smiled. The Ancient inched closer to Lucifer and called him by his prior name, the one used before Michael appointed him as Satania’s System Sovereign. Valt Altozarr, what is your final plea to be recorded this day in the Uversa Supreme Courts?

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Vashont-DeLay

A flurry of emotions blew through Thyron’s mind like a hurricane. In the beginning, he wanted Lucifer’s soul-death more than anything; he despised him that much. Then Thyron was commissioned to take down Lucifer’s lateral statement on Prison Planet 6 to record his current state of being. Thyron’s creative and indirect approach allowed Lucifer to recognize problems in his personality, thus, taking the first steps towards rehabilitation. Lucifer repented for his iniquity against the universe after entering the Dimension of Reflections, where he made peace with every soul he affected. Sovereign Michael later exposed a dark secret, which turned Thyron’s world upside down. This disturbing, but necessary, dark revelation turned out to be a great boon for Thyron and his mission. Michael had informed Thyron that in his past life, as Assarus, he had appointed him to be Lucifer’s rearing father. Michael’s words echoed again in his mind: You were Lucifer’s father, as I am his Father. You can now identify with how I feel. Your dossier is now to be secured without judgment.

Thyron watched Lucifer’s face remain neutral. But then he noticed a twitch under his left eye. Lucifer stood to his feet, straight and erect, glancing at Thyron for strength, then back at Vashont-DeLay. Forsooth, O, Ancients of Days; May Michael has’t mercy on mine soul.

The courtroom exploded in pandemonium. The rebels were the loudest, shouting: Traitor! Liar! Deserter! They did not know of Lucifer’s prior plea for redemption back on Prison Planet 6 where Thyron had recorded his lateral statement. Gabriel did not know either.

Aghast and incensed, Gabriel leapt to his feet. It was all he could do to contain himself. He wanted to voice his thoughts for all to hear: What ploy is this? Lucifer knows that if he requests redemption, the Ancients of Days would not be so quick to destroy his soul. When it came to Lucifer, Gabriel was completely unforgiving. He and Sovereign Michael knew more than anyone else in the universe of Lucifer’s treacherous, manipulative, and traitorous nature. He would have to rethink his tribunal presentation to assure this dark deceiver’s soul-death. In his mind, Gabriel immediately began rearranging his strategy. He would start his presentation by reminding the living of Lucifer’s iniquity from beginning to end. He would represent all the voices that were silenced crying out from the universal graveyard. He was well aware that time softens memory.

2

PANDASALA’S CLONE

THE CRYSTAL CHRYSALLIS—THYRON AND KAIALEENA’S HOME. URRUMMA PLANET

Thyron relaxed in the bedroom suite. With his thought command he created an oval window where there was no window. He leaned across the windowsill and looked out into his wife’s flower garden; a gazing meditation that released tensions of this opening day of the tribunal. The color patches of land, the scents wafting in the air, and the pleasant breeze that caressed his blond locks, now just past his shoulders, gave him a sense of unmatched serenity. He remembered the traumatic time during which Carrillas, the King of Bruba Planet, cut off his long locks years prior. That seemed like a lifetime ago, he thought. He liked the shorter length of his hair now, and decided he would keep it that way.

Thyron also found it curious, that Caligastia and Daligastia had secretly accepted Sovereign Michael’s redemption many millennia ago. Their souls were removed from their physical bodies and quarantined in a secret sector of the astral universe. Eventually, Hierarchal decree placed their souls into Bruba’s reincarnation cycles and they were reborn as Queen Ooziell and King Carrillas. After the great battle in the skies of the Prison Planets, the King and Queen were apprehended and placed in hyper-sleep; and, their souls were returned to the physical bodies of Caligastia the Evil and Daligastia the Dark. Thyron reasoned that their original redemption-plea with Michael afforded them another chance to correct their karma on Bruba. Clearly, they had failed.

It was time for Thyron to meet Kaialeena and their son. His long legs strode across the generous length of the bedroom, down the bent ramp that led to the living area downstairs, and out the front door. He hurried across the garden to the landing port, entering his thought-ship The Oval Opal.

Djwalquoid, his Huroid attendant greeted him. Commander, I have just received word from Sudraquoil that she and Kaialeena have arrived on Sonarington Planet.

Send her a message that we will be there shortly.

Your request is visualized through me, the Huroid replied, index finger at his right temple. His blue irises voided to the whites of his eyes, replaced by darting spectral microchip data.

LIVING LIBRARY OF AKASHA. NEAR THE ISLE OF PARADISE. SONARINGTON PLANET

Thyron and Djwalquoid entered the Anointing Archival Arena. The day was abundant with happiness and good will. Thyron grinned from ear to ear when his eyes found Kaialeena and their two year old son, conceived by Earthman, Thyron’s Avathar body on that world. His son was a handsome little boy, striking like Earthman was in his youth. His truss of blond hair and those brilliant blue eyes with speckles of grey twinkled when he grinned, and he grinned a lot. This child was blessed with a happy demeanor and when caught in his purity, he stole many a heart.

Thyron reminded Kaialeena warmly, Do you remember when I left to continue my mission on Earth years ago, and you said to me—‘What I fear the most—is not knowing if you will return in a year, or two, or more than ten?’ He kissed her on the lips. I returned for our son’s birth and now will stay during Lucifer’s tribunal, a blessing in disguise that will allow me to stay home with you even longer. He brought her mind back to the time when he left while she was pregnant. He reminded her of what he said to her upon final departure: "When you see our son every day, and see me in him, you’re Earthman; know that when he smiles,

I’m smiling; when he is happy, I am happy; and when he hugs you, it is I that also hugs you. But more importantly, that you see in him—my mission—my life on Earth, to bring duality to an end, and harmonics, through all hearts, to rule the mind. Earth is a special place to Sovereign Michael, and therefore it is a special place to me. It is the world where He incarnated as flesh and blood, as Jesus, to end the Lucifer Rebellion. He did that for us, for His universal children, so that we can have families, to love and to cherish, in peace and goodwill—because of His Divine Will. Our sacrifices will flourish in the years to come, as we have had some part in assisting the many to become one."

With her son in her arms, tears dropped from Kaialeena’s cheeks. The boy raised his tiny hand to touch the water. He rolled his thumb and finger together, watched the liquid evaporate, and gave her a most inquisitive look. Djwalquoid and Sudraquoil were misty too. They held hands, but when Kaialeena’s parents and Thyron’s father arrived, they hid their affection.

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Kaialeena, Thyone and Thyron

Father’s Bacaaralar and Zeus and Goddess Atara positioned themselves around the baptismal chamber, a levitating pod-shaped egg, about two feet in length. Zeus’ Huroid Orbitoid and Atara’s Huroid Stardustquoil, a platinum blonde woman with blue skin, were close by.

Thyron remembered his mother’s strange disappearance from Prison Planet 6 many years ago, and that her whereabouts, dead or alive, were still unknown. As he gently laid his son into the bed of the chamber, he said to his father, I wish Mother could be here.

Zeus placed his large hand on Thyron’s shoulder. I do too, Son.

Atara leaned in and caressed her grandson’s forehead, eyes adorning him. Are you ready to become a Superbeing?

The child smiled wider, those baby blues sparking like two sapphires underwater.

Father Bacaaralar lowered the lid and it sealed like a clamshell. The inner womb glowed with stems of light that touched the boy with unseen cosmic gifts. Zeus programmed the side of the egg chamber to scan a sample of his DNA with rays of light.

The lid opened and the child’s flesh glistened like fresh snow under sunlight. This mystical glow would dissipate over the following weeks, but would remain forever within his soul.

Atomquoid, Father Bacaaralar’s Huroid Attendant, entered and took notice of Djwalquoid and Sudraquoil. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew there was something different about them. He wedged between Father Bacaaralar and Zeus.

Zeus twisted his wrist, and, up in his fingers appeared a transparent prismatic disc. He placed it on the boy’s forehead and the child’s spirit appeared momentarily. All eyes were on the disk, which began to glow and infuse divine purpose into his consciousness—to increase mind expansion beyond the cosmic norm. When the disk returned to normal, Zeus said to Thyron, Speak the name of the child.

Thyron looked down upon the tike, who