The Anunnaki Countdown: The Return of the Gods

By Roué Hupsel

Roué Hupsel is widely recognized in Suriname, South America as the creator of popular radio shows. He began writing short stories in 2002, and since then he has won several literary awards. He received the prestigious SCHADUWPRIJS 2005 by the Society of Dutch Crime Authors for his debut and top-ranking thriller BLINDE MUREN (BLIND WALL

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitPrime Solutions
• Release date: Jan 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887031156

Roué Hupsel

From the dark shadows of Neptune and Pluto, suddenly an unknown planet emerges, which after a cycle lasting thousands of years, has returned to our solar system, and is visible from Earth as a small star. With her arrival, Nibiru, as the ancients in pre-historic times called her, brings a horror that will afflict the earthlings as never before. Those, whom our ancestors considered gods, have returned to reclaim their legacy. No weapon can withstand this invasion, which is not of a material nature and will mercilessly strike the non-physical part of man - his soul!An American scholar, specialized in ancient languages, discovers an obscure inscription and image on a clay tablet from ancient Sumer, where mention is made of the return of the gods, who existed at the dawn of humanity. This discovery opens his eyes to the indescribable terrifying truths, leading to an on madness bordering awareness that takes its toll and leads to his demise. His son, aided by a wise Indian shaman, begins an almost impossible battle against unknown, sinister, threatening powers that attack humanity at its core. Thousands of humans are being evicted from their corporeal body. When these completely unknown entities approach the inhabitants of the White House and attack the president, one fears the worst.A possible salvation of mankind is hidden in mysterious images and petroglyphs on the Gateway of the Sun in Tiwanaku, Bolivia. A journey full of strange and terrifying events, leads the two men to bewildering, unfathomable answers to questions far beyond their intellect.In Siloam Springs, a small town in the United States, a fierce battle takes place, in which a little boy with incredible psychic powers, hopefully, can turn the tide, provided that both men could wrest the truth from the darkness of oblivion: the unknown past of mankind....

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Contents

Prologue

Episode 1

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Episode 2

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

I dedicate this book to my children, Priscilla, Rodrigo, and Genti.

To Cynthia Joeroeja, who is no longer with us, your spirit was with me whilst writing this book.

Prologue

Siloam Springs

March 4, 2027

He shuddered all over again when, for the umpteenth time, he studied the mysterious text in cuneiform script on the tattered clay tablet.

The soul eaters from the dark universe will come down on the earthly humans like hungry vultures and take possession of their bodies—woe to those who cannot escape.

He shook his gray head in despair and stared again, captivated by the two images, depicting two planets. He took an antique magnifying glass from a tray to have a better look. On one of the globes, something very small was written in cuneiform. He was startled, shuddered again, and became very excited by what he read. The most fantastic tales about this planet had been circulating among his colleagues and others. He sat down, staring silently, in deep thought.

That planet is therefore real and not a fabrication! And what about that mysterious text? Was it a foreboding? A warning?

A chill ran down his spine. He stood up again. His skepticism and intelligence struggled to simply accept what was written there. Deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He clenched a fist on the armrest of his chair and relaxed it again. After hours of pondering and philosophizing, he decided to go to bed and have his two assistants involved the next day—maybe those two could shed light on this.

He examined the tablet with Don and Carl. They studied and researched it meticulously, presented the necessary caveats, accompanied by heated discussions, while constantly interrupting one another. After a full day of thorough research, something strange occurred during his sleep that night. The dream took place in the room where the tablet lay on a table. He dreamed that he was staring at it, and in some strange way, was slowly being pulled toward it. The planets depicted on the tablet began spinning in dazzling bright colors. The room faded and dissolved in those colors.

Instantly, it seemed as if everything stood still for a brief second, frozen and rigid. It was a kind of deliberate silence, threatening and frightening. Then very slowly, a very old man dressed in a long black cloak, face distorted, materialized, reading aloud the text engraved on the tablet in a language full of strange sounds. The old man turned his head toward him and looked at him mockingly with his hollow eyes. The old man’s evil face—the carbon-black eyes above an aquiline nose, a small mouth, and a pointy chin, like the tip of a lady’s high heel—suddenly began spinning like a vortex, faster and faster, in increasingly small circles, accompanied by eerie, demented, and hysterical laughter. It resolved in colors that became continuously darker until there was total darkness. From this pitch-black darkness, something began bubbling up, then something menacing rose from the dark, encapsulating him like an asphyxiating cocoon. This lugubrious nightmare exposed him to truths not susceptible to the ordinary human mind. He struggled to get out of this nightmare and woke up completely terrified. Overcome by an indefinable fear, he looked around the bedroom, trembling and fearing a vague lurking mystery he could not grasp with his common sense.

The clock on his nightstand showed 4:45 AM

Exhausted, sweating profusely, tormented by an intense thirst and an enormous headache, he got up and stumbled to the kitchen to have something to drink.

These exhausting nightmares, in many terrifying variations, repeated in the next few nights and brought him close to the brink of madness. He sent for a doctor, who could only diagnose that he was suffering symptoms of extreme exhaustion, probably due to lack of sleep. He was hospitalized urgently. At the hospital, he fortunately did not have any nightmares. However, his condition deteriorated so rapidly that he slipped into a coma.

A few days passed, and one afternoon he awoke with a frightened look in his eyes. He began speaking softly. His son, Alec, leaned over to understand the words that came from his father’s trembling mouth.

They are on their way…They are coming…This…this will be the worst disaster that will befall humanity…Their ultra-modern world…They…

The exhausted professor closed his eyes. Deeply concerned, the doctor approached the bed. With questioning eyes, he anxiously looked at the doctor, who shook his head. According to the doctor, the professor’s feverish mind was obviously occupied with strange and incomprehensible things.

Suddenly, the patient opened his eyes. He began talking again, slowly and hesitantly. They were already on earth in ancient times and brought us civilization. Now thousands of years later, they are physically weakened and have hugely decreased in numbers…They…they…

Once again, a frightened expression appeared in the watery eyes of the old man. His parched lips started muttering. Tears welled up in his gray eyes. Then the old professor told an incoherent tale, which the son did not understand, but which evoked his enormous curiosity, nonetheless.

The scholar closed his weary eyes.

The worried doctor leaned over his patient.

The patient began speaking again. I have deep pity for humanity…They are coming…They are coming…We are beyond redemption…They… He made a desperate, heartbreaking attempt to say something again. With his eyes, he begged to be understood. He opened his mouth, but only a slight groan escaped his dry lips.

Alec tried to comfort him, talk to him.

The professor tried his best to answer all the questions raised. His lips moved, but there was no sound. Alec was not sure whether his father understood.

The scholar blinked. He coughed twice and rattled briefly.

It was suddenly dead silent.

The doctor felt the patient’s emaciated pulse and pressed the stethoscope against his chest. He’s gone, the physician whispered, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Alec standing there, completely stunned, clenching his fists in helpless rage and sorrow, his thoughts going frantically to and fro.

These events started six years earlier when an American engineer happened upon a small, slightly damaged clay tablet while excavating an old pipeline in Iraq. The tablet, like all the other thousands found, consisted of flattened cushion-shaped clay, upon which the scribes had drawn horizontal and vertical lines to form squares or rectangles, within which pictograms were etched. This was done with obliquely cut reed stalks. The tablets were then baked hard in the hot sun. He managed to smuggle the ancient object into the US. Two weeks earlier, he had shown the clay tablet to the professor whom he had met at the University of Northern Arizona.

Alec too had seen the clay tablet with the strange cuneiform inscriptions when he surprised his dad with a quick visit during a short vacation. Robert Long, PhD, professor of ancient extinct languages at the Northern Arizona University was an expert in the interpretation of the complicated cuneiform script of the Sumerians. What Alec noticed when he looked at the clay tablet was a drawing depicting several stars and two circles connected to each other by a line. His father interpreted the mysterious caption.

Alec pointed to the pictured stars and circles. And what are those stars and two circles?

A deep frown appeared on the scholar’s forehead. He scratched his chin and looked at his son with a faint smile. That is clearly the image of two planets. I need to study this clay tablet more thoroughly. It seems like a very interesting find.

And so, he did with disastrous consequences for him.

Alec Long spent almost two hours talking to the two assistants who helped the professor with the examination of the clay tablet. Both told a very disturbing story. During the time the professor was in a coma, they too had experienced some bizarre dreams. The intensity of the dreams had been powerful. Carl Kopinsky, one of the assistants, admitted he was terrified by those emaciated beings that approached him. One of them had made desperate attempts to penetrate his mind. At least that’s what it felt like. He had awoken screaming and trembling all over.

Alec could find no explanation for the fact that both men, after examining the clay tablet, had experienced terrifying nightmares. He thought of his father, who slipped into a coma and before his death spoke of sinister events that sounded so incomprehensible—They are coming, and we are beyond redemption… These words still sounded in his head. He decided to have another conversation with both men after the funeral.

Quietly he looked at his own reflection in the glass of the windowpane in front of him.

Suddenly, he was overcome with a deep rising fear—a fear he was sure would never leave him.

Episode 1

One

And it came to pass, when man began to multiply on the face of the land and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of man were attractive. And they took as their wives any they chose…The Nephilim were on the earth in those days and afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown.

—Genesis 6:1–4

The gleaming white starship glided from the dark space of the universe, circled twice around the planet, and landed with a thin whistling sound on the ground covered with wild grasses.

The journey from hyperspace had barely lasted four hours. The starting point of the starship was a planet that, after a very long time, had emerged from the shadows of the big Neptune and had moved progressively closer to Earth. A quarter annum ago, they had left their world behind with this blue planet as their destination.

The blue planet was not only one of the youngest of the ten planets circling the sun, but also the only one with flora and fauna strongly resembling their birth planet’s.

Previous studies had also clearly indicated that a creature roamed there that only several million annums ago, had made the arduous ascent to developing a slight self-consciousness.

The vegetation was wild and grew disorderly high.

Beneath the flatland, hills, and mountains, nature formed numerous rich minerals, among which was a precious yellow metal that they were in dire need of on their own planet.

Through a complicated process of conversion to an electrospray of ions, it was the only resource to help keep their atmosphere intact and prevent the terrible rise in temperature. Without that yellow metal, life on Nibiru would be irretrievably lost. An awful lot was depending on this mission, which could not fail.

Anxious and quiet, they hid behind the wild growing bushes, three men, four women, and one child trying to process with great difficulty what they were staring at. It was a late afternoon; the sun colored the landscape a brilliant red. Slowly, majestically, sparkling white and painful for their astonished eyes, the enormous star, reflected by the rays of the setting sun, broke through the clouds and descended slowly, accompanied by chorales and other heavenly sounds.

Moments later, the impressive mighty star touched down on the scorched grass.

Suddenly it was quiet.

Then an entrance to the mighty thing silently opened.

Three divine creatures appeared, tall and proud. The first one, a wonderful goddess, looked around. Instantly, her eyes focused on the spot where they were. Respectful and frightened, the men, women, and the child fell to their knees, overcome with tremendous fear and an indescribable, unprecedented emerging emotion.

This was a moment they would never forget.

The gods had descended from the heavens.

Mesopotamia, the land between the rivers

Thirty thousand years BC

And they had not set up a king for the beclouded people. No headband and crown had been fastened; no scepter had been studded with lapis lazuli. Scepter, crown, tiara, headband, and staff were still placed before Anu in heaven. There was no counseling of its people; then the kingship descended from heaven. (Clay tablet from the library of King Ashurbanipal)

The wise Nin-khursag, Lady of Life, was in the temple of the glorious Nippur, staring pensively at the wall on which the Table of Destiny was displayed. Not only the story of their arrival on Earth, the events that subsequently took place, the course of the planets, but also other words of wisdom were described