Aliens Gold Tenth Planet
by: Mike Brumfield
Dedication
To my wife for all her help.
I would like to extend my thanks to all my editors, distributors, and professionals involved in the making of this book.
A special thanks to Barry for his cover designs.
A heartfelt thanks goes to my two sons, and a hope that they will forgive me for all my shortcomings. I also hope that anyone else I have wronged will forgive me.
I feel sorry for ALL mankind, but especially to every living thing beneath US!
I dedicate this to scientific discovery.
Contact me and find out more at my website,http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/cerruti/1072
Aliens Gold Tenth Planet
By Mike Brumfield
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Aliens Gold Tenth Planet
Could it be their
Second Coming
2012?
This book is a sequel. It is written as fiction based on real events.
Discover a riveting story of two men whose adventure was made famous in the first book called The Two Witnesses and The Religion Cover-up. Their shocking saga continues and climaxes with a struggle for life itself. In the end, it challenges everyone’s open-mindedness and willingness to consider new scientific evidence. Will religious people accept these findings when shown physical proof?
These two men embarked on a journey of worldwide discovery, seeking knowledge about man’s origins and his religious beginnings. Religious life or death doctrines and ignorance of the world around them drove their search. They did this out of respect for their children’s lives. How could anyone make a life or death decision for them without researching everything? They couldn’t!
Their search begins and shocks everyone, even themselves.
It led to discoveries of primitive man mining gold for gods/God and ancient alien artworks. This was puzzling. It presented two ultimate questions: Why was primitive man mining gold for gods/God? And could these aliens be the gods of primitive man?
These two questions became their obsession. Please remember these. We will soon be asking you these questions. But first, why did these gods/God need gold anyway? It was obvious primitive man didn’t need gold and yet, it became the monetary foundation for all peoples of the earth. Hence, we have the Biblical quote that almost everyone knows: “Money is the root of all evil.” Could gold have a universal scientific purpose? Is it possible that these gods/God are flesh and blood, like us? Is it possible that they can’t blink and think creation?
They asked everyone. Most answered that God could do anything, like a genie. But they couldn’t explain the obvious contradictions. Why did it take six days to create man, three days to raise the dead, and why does he create children to kill them? These are questions no one would touch. There are even “chosen” children, and he sacrifices his only “begotten” one. It’s insane to not question this, especially since he foresaw all this. What loving father would do this? We would jail him for life or impose the death sentence. This is a worldwide epidemic.
The Immaculate Conception and word “begotten” sounded like the alien abduction phenomenon. These two reached a very different conclusion about religion; one that was supported by scientific evidence and logically answered the mystery of God/gods. According to the Bible, the mystery is “finished” with the prophecy of Two Witnesses in Revelations. They are killed for torturing the world with their answer. This really surprised us because it came true. The first book has this title, for that reason. Our theory tortured close-minded religious people. We were attacked, but not killed. You will have to read further to find out if that happens. If it does, we took comfort in these facts.
The prophecy of events read as follows: We are at global war. The mystery of life is solved. The Two Witnesses are killed. But they are resurrected! Then there is contact. It is made by Michael the Archangel to save the earth from destruction. The kings of the earth orchestrate this destruction! We are facing a global nuclear dilemma. Scary, huh? This all climaxes at the same time.
If our mystery is ongoing, this is a logical sequence of events. Our research concludes that mankind is evil, eternal, and addicted to outward beauty (we are them, the one-third imprisoned). We are at the point of global war and threatening the earth’s destruction. There is no religious, magical genie God to blink it away. At least our ex-religions haven’t produced it, anyway. And the world is begging for one to do the same. This tortures the majority of the religious world. They might (you have to finish reading to the end—HOLD ON!) kill us. It would take a resurrection to prove our theory. We can’t perform any magic; that’s religion’s claim. And then finally, global contact would give us peace. At least for the ones who have gotten over their addiction to beauty of the flesh. We are told to do nothing as they save our planet.
The mystery ends in a peaceful protest. And now, a test to challenge your open-mindedness. Then, the hard evidence of the alien existence by primitive man!
Remember the two ultimate questions? Please answer them for yourself to see if you could possibly be religiously brainwashed. If you find yourself answering these two questions with an emphatic and resounding “No,” then you could be religiously brainwashed, like we were and the majority of mankind is. To see if this is possible, ask yourself if others can be religiously brainwashed. If your answer is yes, then ask yourself if you could be. If your answer is no, then you are exhibiting the second symptom. Denial. If you get angry and refuse to acknowledge this reality, you are exhibiting the third symptom. Finally, if you are religious and still think you’re right, you could be religiously brainwashed.
We were! We were loyal to different Christian denominations that think they’re right. Neither has raised the dead to prove it! Uneducated parents following the same family traditions taught it to us. But we soon found that our self-righteousness was a contradiction to “Judge not, lest you be judged.”
So we chose to be discoverers, instead. We humbly forged ahead. Tradition was an impediment to our learning process. Since then, we have discovered that today’s science sheds new light on the origins of gold and the gods/ God image. The Biblical scripture supports our scientific evidence of gold, “Heaven’s streets are paved with gold.” Gold protects our astronauts from dangerous ultraviolet rays. It is essential in the pursuit of space exploration. Furthermore, it can repair and replace ozone layers. This is documented by the ancient Sumerians. They gave us the word “Jew.” It is a Sumerian priest. Their history reveals a tenth planet in our solar system, which had already destroyed their ozone. These gods needed the abundant gold of the earth and created man for this purpose. He was created on the sixth day in a scientific process from the earth itself. Not instantly, like a magical genie would do. Please look at the matching religious and scientific symbols below.
His purpose is also supported by another Biblical scripture; “He was a tiller of the ground.” Tilling is physically hard! No wonder they created us. The ultimate mystery to be solved is the gods’ disappearance, and what they look like. The gold halo symbolizes the ozone and sheds new light on worldwide alien art. It also gives us a logical outward ugliness—being the reason man became God’s image because of our desire for power and love of beauty. We obviously didn’t want an ugly little god. This theory is supported by one of many statues in this book.
The Cernes Giant! This also confirms Genesis’ “Gods mating with daughters of men because they were pretty, begatting giants”. (See front cover of National Geographic statue.) All cultures began with gods/angels in a golden age of immortality. And then they made man! Their fall results from a power struggle. Our existence threatens our planet because of a power struggle! Art imitates life. We are their artwork. A beautiful, competitive worker!
And now, the hard evidence by primitive man! But first, a key piece of recent evidence from our own government. It will confirm the authenticity of primitive man and vice versa.
A flying saucer crashes at Roswell, New Mexico in 1947. This is where they built the first nuclear bomb. It was ongoing. The local paper reported this and the government released that exact same caption on the front page. Anyone can verify this by purchasing a copy. They sell you two. The first report was on July 8 and the second on July 9. The first is small, the second is huge! The second is a retraction of the first and claims it was a weather balloon. These facts remain. There are witnesses. Three child caskets were ordered from the local funeral home. And we now have videotape showing a dead alien body recovered from the crash! It is still not proven to be fake. The Roswell Alien Autopsy clearly shows a big headed alien with six fingers and six toes. Six!
It supports all the artworks of primitive man’s god, including the Hopi art of a big headed god in Arizona. The sixth being appears to be saving the earth and recycling the five obvious figures of man. To the big headed figures, of the Owl Man in South America and Wandjina of Australia. Not to mention the big heads of Easter Island with alien eyes and flying saucers on top of their heads. They are all alike. One! Then there is the head molding of early man. They were trying to look like the gods. And we have an “alleged” alien skull from Nazca, Peru. It was found near the ancient statue of the Nazca god that was called the Owl Man. Primitive man even universally named the owl “wisest” bird because its head and eyes resembled the gods. BIG!
Could mankind be a necessary evil of the universe for the mining of gold? Is it possible that we are them, and have gotten addicted to the power of mankind’s outward beauty? This is suggested in the book of Jude, “The angels/gods which left their first estate for a strange flesh.” Could our futuristic concept of creating bodies be unfolding before our very eyes? Beautiful workers, spare body parts, and ultimately youthful immortality—is it science fiction? Could all this have happened before? I present it to you, this evidence and more that seems to support this reality.
Could mankind be the machinery for time travel, which ultimately threatens all life on this planet? Could we have already done this on Mars? It is the sixth planet from the tenth, and there is evidence to support this claim. Like the face on Mars. (See pictures.) I have included new ancient evidence to support this existence of this face. The matching satellites (on the cover) and religious symbols alone give us plenty of evidence to confirm this. We can’t see these religious symbols, which do match our scientific creations, without an electron microscope.
And finally, could the aliens return in 2012? This is the Mayan end of time and a new golden age. The Hopi Prophecy, called The Great Purification, clearly supports this outcome, as does the prophecy of Michael, in Daniel and Revelations. Challenge everything.
KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, LOVE IS
FORGIVENESS, REVENGE IS EVIL. And
PEACE IS THE ONLY ANSWER. WWYD?
Love, Michael
The Second Coming, 2012?
The Past
January 2, 2001
“The Two Witnesses and Christianity!” I yelled as my eyes flew open. Much to my horror I was staring at those headlines in a newspaper that hadn’t even come out yet. I had it in a death grip and was shaking it just inches from my face. This can’t be happening! I don’t remember having this newspaper. Did someone leave it on the bed as a cruel joke? But how could they? It was tomorrow’s paper. And there was that date again: 1/2/2001. I don’t remember it being on the bed when I climbed on to do the mystery.
What time was it? How long had I been doing the mystery? It seemed like only minutes. And most of all, I couldn’t believe this all has happened just like it did in my dream. Could I really have a bestselling book? I suddenly remembered the dream. I had just experienced it again as I slipped into the mystery. I tried to remember if I had finished it. I never had this dream twice, just once in 1989. That was terrible enough. But I just experienced it again. I know I did! Why else would I be like this?
Sweat was streaming down my face. My whole body was tight with fear. I kept my grip on the paper and slowly looked down to see if I had been shot. I felt pain in my chest but no wounds were there.
What is going on? This paper can’t be real. I had to see what time it was. Maybe I had done the mystery all night like I planned. That’s it! It must be morning and the bellboy brought me the paper. But, wait a minute. How did he get in? He could’ve had a key. What am I thinking? All I need to do is look at the clock. That would clear up everything. I turned to look at the clock on the nightstand.
“No!” I screamed in disbelief. Not only was it just after midnight, but there was my book, The Two Witnesses and The Religion Cover-up!
Again, I shook the paper. “”This wasn’t here when I got here! I hadn’t been doing the mystery longer than a few minutes. Could the aliens have done this?”
I looked around the room; it was empty. I dropped the paper and began to rub my eyes. I was trying desperately to make sense of this. I took a couple of deep breaths and again opened my eyes to look down at the paper. The date didn’t change and neither did the headlines. It was just as shocking now as it was in 1989, and obviously moments ago. I was just having this dream again—or was I? Is this dèjà vu, or what? Could I be dreaming now? What is going on? Is this possibly my proof, instead of having to fulfill the Two Witnesses prophecy? Was the dream going to change and we wouldn’t get killed?
Oh God—uh rather, oh Aliens—I hope so. I didn’t want my wife and children to see my death on national television. I hadn’t ever been able to give them any proof of my faith in this dream, and prove to them that I could come back. Hell, I was still unsure, myself. I couldn’t do any magic and my mental telepathy sucked. And now this dream just changed. Or did it? What am I thinking, it didn’t change. It just happened exactly as I had written it in my book, the ending anyway. Maybe this was my proof that everything would be okay. But how could I give this to my wife and sons? “I’ll call them, that’s how.” I could sacrifice myself. Now I had the courage. I knew why the aliens didn’t just openly contact me. That was in my book! That and my disgust of the Judeo-Christian God sacrificing his son. What kind of a father would do this? We would give that father a death sentence. How could people buy this? Especially when their God can have it any way he wants, even perfect if he wants. Worst yet, he foresaw it! This sickened me. I had just spent six years of listening to Christians, Muslims and Jews making the same compromise for this. God wouldn’t want us to be like robots. No, he’d rather kill his children! What a sadistic, cruel story!
I thought about those headlines and realized that, unlike then, I now had something torturous to say to the world—at least, to those who glorify mankind as a creation. And that was clearly the Judeo-Christian religion. But more importantly, Christianity. They had changed the name “Yeshua” to Jesus, and now it lost its importance.
This makes it easy to understand why we would be hated for his namesake. His name confirms our answer about who we are. We are them! I am Yeshua. “The angels which kept not their first estate, but left it for a strange flesh.” The angels are the aliens, and they’re outwardly grotesque. That’s how Travis Walton described them. He even had a movie made called Fire in the Sky. The government couldn’t hide his encounter. In fact, they participated at every level to find him. He was abducted and had five eyewitnesses to testify when filing the report. They had him for five days.
We had the Roswell Alien Autopsy, too. Man, is the alien ugly! I know that beauty is relative. But the fact remains, we all see outwardly first. If a baby’s ugly, we just don’t say it. Nobody says, “Oh, what an ugly baby.”
I remembered my experience when I was only six. It happened at night! I looked up and saw it looking at me in the window. I freaked out. It was hideous looking. And if that wasn’t bad enough, my parents privately discussed it being a demon. I guess they didn’t know what else could look like that. But I heard them and went into a frenzy again. They tried to calm me down, but only made it worse by saying that they exist and it was a fact. But not to worry, all I had to do was to say a prayer to Jehovah. Right! Then they sent me to my room.
Lucky for me that I didn’t sleep alone. I slept with my brother Jeff. He was just above me in age. I was the youngest. The last of six. The sixth! Wow, 666! What is, was, and will be. Mankind was created on the sixth day.
I always remembered this scripture about the devil when I got older. It was one of my first questions, about an obvious contradiction in my parent’s religion. I started telling little kids the devil didn’t really exist. The Bible says he isn’t real. Besides, the devil is supposed to be male, but is called a whore! The alien of the Roswell had six fingers and six toes. I thought I knew why. I pointed this out in my book. Robert Urich didn’t get it, but neither did anyone else. The scientists and other experts scrutinizing the evidence didn’t get it, either. No one did, but me. I was the sixth child; man was created on the sixth day; and we had the nuclear symbol matching the Jewish star! I theorized the angels/aliens created us scientifically for power through beauty of the flesh. And man’s condition exemplifies the power struggle of the angel story. The past, present, and future all wrapped up in man! We had all the evidence of a scientific creation! DNA matched the medical symbol, and the yin and yang matched the sperm and egg.
We had reached this conclusion about mankind being the one-third of the angels cast out of heaven/the universe, together. We proved the universe is heaven and we are imprisoned in it. That’s what tortured religion. They make it a spirit realm. The whole body of the Gospel and Yeshua’s teachings is about this question, Where is heaven? That’s the religion cover-up! Primitive man knew where this was and even gave us the universal gesture of looking up. They knew it was the Universe! Yeshua said heaven is within us. The universe is made of atoms. This mystery arose in the absence of Aliens/God/gods/angels. But now science confirms Yeshua’s answer, and we are on the verge of dematerialization, teleportation and time travel itself! These are all logical events that happen simultaneously with the Two Witnesses solving life’s mystery.
Everything in the universe is made of atoms. The conquest of this invisible creator not only answers the question, but also provides us the reason contact will be made. It happens to save the earth from nuclear destruction, according to the Jewish story. The Jewish star is the sign. It matches the atom.
Michael leads the battle with all the angels. My name is Michael! It is also confirmed by the Hopi Purification petroglyph in my book. And it all happens because atoms don’t have an ending or beginning; they just change shape. The invisible God of the Jews matches the scientific definition of the atom. It creates through natural selection/ evolution to achieve perfection and multiply. The angels are its perfect creation. They are the gods of primitive man, their creation. And we are something that can never maintain perfection, their addiction. Mankind is the disease of the universe. We fall prey to outward beauty and power. We don’t like being equal and especially don’t like being ugly.
I was the one with the alien evidence. Jake never went there. He only considered my answer about the alien creation when I made a connection to his Moth Man’s and the alien’s large eyes being the same. He finally agreed to the plausibility of my theory after I showed him the ancients had scientific symbols of creation. They had DNA!
He had a hard time with anything that denied his ego. And even he questioned my theory that the Jewish star was the atom and reason for contact. That’s the reason the book is set in New York City, well, that and the dream. It dictated that! I predicted that the date of the Mayas would correspond to a world event. A new beginning in New York City, the world’s largest city, and in the leading nation of the world. Coincidence? Little did I know that New York would win the Olympic bid for 2012! It would happen one year from now!
This also meant that I predicted this moment, or at least, my dream did. I suddenly realized I must have been dreaming now. It couldn’t have changed. It was now famous worldwide in my best-selling book, The Two Witnesses and The Religion Cover-up! But what was about to happen? I ended it with the Aliens Gold Tenth Planet.
I realized that I could change the dream. What am I thinking? It has changed! I could call Angel! I hadn’t done this in my book. I suddenly began to cry uncontrollably. It felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my chest. I forgot to call last night, just like the dream, and yet it didn’t happen. I woke up! Or did I? I was so afraid that the dream would happen, even though I knew it wouldn’t be my death.
Jake wasn’t here. Hell, I didn’t even know if Jake was the other witness. And I only had this dream for proof of being one, myself. But was I? And now this! This dream isn’t the same!
I had to look at the clock again just to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming now. The dream only showed me getting shot at. Wait a minute—the newspaper! If it is tomorrow’s, I mean today’s, I laughed as I remembered the time. It was after midnight. Then the article would tell if this dream happened. I picked up the paper and glanced at the clock as I started reading.
“No!” I screamed. It displayed the time, 6: 59! It was only seconds before my wake-up call. I immediately looked back at the paper. I was terrified of the outcome. There it was, I do get shot. “Oh my God!” I screamed in horror. “This dream is going to happen!”
I desperately read on. “Oh, thank God! What am I saying—thank you, Aliens. I live!”
I dropped the paper and breathed a sigh of relief. It took a few minutes to gather myself. I had to call Angel. As I looked up to get the phone, there standing before me are three figures. It stunned me. Clearly, there are two aliens, one on either side of a tall, thin, naked man standing at the foot of the bed. The aliens from Roswell, New Mexico.
The aliens? I freeze. I panic. I am speechless. I can’t say anything. I just look. They look at me and I look at them. Even through all my fear, I feel at peace. Then, just as suddenly as they have appeared, they are gone.
I dropped the paper. I am just blown away. What is going on?
I frantically look around. I can’t believe my surroundings—a motel room in New York City. I picked up the paper to get some facts. I look first at the date and see those horrifying numbers: January 2, 2001. This couldn’t be real. 2001? This is 1989. The last time I could remember I had been in Ohio. I live in Ohio. What am I doing in New York?
It’s 1989! This means I’m 12 years into the future. As I start reading the headlines, I can’t believe my eyes. “Showdown! The Two Witnesses and Christianity.” As I begin to read I am startled to be reading about myself. Apparently, I am one of the Two Witnesses. Who is the other witness? As I read, I can’t believe it. It is my best friend Jake, from Nashville. Is he still in Nashville? I try so hard, but I can’t remember anything. I read on. My Uncle Brice has become famous for his carvings? The story reads like a Hollywood movie script: I have invented a recycling trashcan; I have sued the Jehovah’s Witnesses and won a lawsuit against them; Jake and I have a hit song; and biggest of all, there it is—the Two Witnesses. The Two Witnesses of the best selling book! Jake and I are the Two Witnesses who are to battle it out with Christianity! What! What is going on?
Without warning, the alarm clock radio goes off and starts playing our song. Not just any song! They are playing our hit song, “One of Us.”
This is all too unreal and unbelievable. I sit back and close my eyes, trying desperately to absorb all this, to remember something, but I can’t remember anything. Just as soon as I close my eyes the phone rings. Naturally, it must have been the phone, bang, bang, bang—I must have been dreaming, and the phone rang.
It felt like an eternity, but it could have only been moments at best. The phone rings again. I finally pick it up. I expect the caller to be Jake. I just know this has to be one of Jake’s bad jokes, but it isn’t. It is the lady from the front desk, and she has these words to say: “Hello, Michael. It’s your wakeup call.”
It is my wake-up call, all right. I need to wake up! I hang up the phone. I know this has to be a dream. I am in the middle of a nightmare. This cannot be real. This is 1989! I am in Ohio. Jake is in Nashville. I don’t play any music. My uncle isn’t famous. None of this is possible.
I cannot remember anything. And most of all, this Two Witnesses thing! What are the Two Witnesses? I search frantically for a Bible. I am in a motel room, after all. There has to be a Bible around here. As I get the Bible out of the nightstand, I turn and look at the paper again to see where the scripture is. It is a Revelations Prophecy, Chapter 11, and The Two Witnesses. I turn to it, and as I read, I can’t believe my eyes. The Two Witnesses are killed! Killed, for torturing the world with their prophecy! What could I have to say to the world that would torture it? I didn’t know anything. I am confused. I am shaking with fear. I read on. Wow, a second resurrection! “Thank God!” I scream in utter relief.
But how could we be the Two Witnesses? Jake and I! Jake? I immediately grab the phone to call Jake. I need to make some sense of what is going on.
But just as I start dialing, there is an urgent pounding on the door. “Michael!” They are hollering. “Michael, you’re going to be late! Let’s go! Come on! The limo is waiting! Let us in!“
Let them in? Who are they? What is going on? I can’t let them in. I am panic stricken. Fear is gripping me so tight that I can’t move, and yet I have to move. Again I try dialing Jake, and they pound more frantically as I dial. Time is running out. I glance at the paper one more time, wanting desperately for this to be joke. It looks real. The dates don’t lie; the headlines don’t change. Then I see it under the paper—my book! Could it be? It is! The Two Witnesses. Obviously, Jake and I are the Two Witnesses! And yet, I am alone. I am suddenly more afraid than ever. This has to be a dream. I have to talk with Jake.
Just as I finish dialing, I hear the mob outside calling, “Michael, Michael! You’re going to be late!”
Then I hear it. They are going to open up the door. I hold the receiver to my ear and listen as the connection goes through. I hear the key go into the door and it is starting to happen. As the door opens, Jake’s phone is suddenly answered—by my wife! At least, I think it is my wife. And it is. But not my wife from Ohio. It is my wife from Nashville. I have married a woman from Nashville? I am petrified. I can’t make heads or tails of it.
As they come across the room, I try desperately to talk to the woman. The woman is crying. She pleads, “Mike why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you call last night?”
I cannot get her to understand I don’t know who she is. “I need to talk with Jake. I have to make sense out of this. Please, please, let me talk with Jake!”
They are closing in on me with movie cameras and lights, and the room is filling with people. I am losing control of the situation. With phone in one hand and the book in the other, I am being dragged out. They are tearing at me as I cling desperately to everything. They manage to get the book away from me and much to my disbelief, toss it into a trash can—not just any trash can, but a Michael Recycle Center. My trash can! I can’t believe it. This is all happening way too fast.
I scream into the phone, “Jake! Jake!”
Suddenly I look up in horror to find a preacher running at me with a pistol in his hand. Bang, bang, and bang!
I don’t wake up this time. I was awake. The dream came true. This was real. I felt the impact like someone hitting me in the chest with a sledgehammer. Then another one, and another until I went down.
I thought about the phone call to my wife. Did she call me last night? That had to be what woke me. Here I was dying, and I was worrying about my family.
What am I thinking? Wait a minute. I’m not afraid. I’m alive. Well, at least I think so. I suddenly remember that I was talking to Jake on the phone. But I can’t feel the phone in my hand. I try to communicate with the reporter who is above me, pumping on my chest. Pumping on my chest.
I screamed hysterically. But no one heard me. And then I knew! He said my eyes were closed and that I had no pulse. What!
“I’m alive!” I screamed. He didn’t hear me. I screamed it again, and then suddenly I was moving. He didn’t hear or see me. Hell, I couldn’t see me. But I could see him. I was above him! I knew then. I was having an out-of-body experience, and still moving. I knew where I was going.