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“As a trained chemist and a bishop of a sect that believes scientists from another planet created all life on Earth, Boisselier and other followers of the ‘Raelian’ religion say cloning is key to humanity’s future.”

The God Game No More,” U.S. News & World Report, 07-09-01


At Mt. Hood Evangelical Seminary, Dr. Jones was on the phone with his wife, Joyce, when his call waiting clicked. “Hang on, hon,” he said, “that may be Joe and Sheri now.”

It was.

“Indy…I mean, Dr. Jones…is that you?” he heard Sheri ask.

“And where, may I ask, are you?”

“In the car right now. We’re on our way. I’m sorry we’re running late, but we should be there in about five minutes.”

“You sure?”


“Okay, I’ll wait a few more minutes, then you’re in big trouble,” he mused half-heartedly.

“Thanks. You won’t be sorry.”

“We’ll see.”


Sheri switched her digital phone off and told Joe to speed up a little. They were both in shock and didn’t know if they should tell Indy anything about what had happened at the culvert. The parts of Joe’s story they felt were necessary to share were already so Machiavellian and unusual that giving the professor more information than he needed might stretch his credulity beyond his ability to absorb it.

“I’ll just play it by ear,” Joe said as he pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later. “Right now, I’m looking for answers, not speaking opportunities. Everything, including the Lincoln that chased us, will come to light eventually. If the guys in that car were killed, it’ll be on the news by tonight.”

As he spoke, Sheri looked for Indy’s van and saw it parked in the staff area. She grabbed her purse, which held the image, and jumped out of the car as the engine shut off. She was already ahead of Joe, walking toward the main entrance, when Jones yelled from a side entry, “Hey! School’s closed and the front door’s locked!”

She waved and quickly joined the professor at the side of the twenty-year-old block building. Once inside, Jones, a middle-aged, ruffled-haired man with a teaching gig he thoroughly enjoyed, led them to a door where he joked, “This, my friends, is the blessed staff lounge…where the re-e-al thinking occurs.”

He opened the freshly painted dark brown door with a key from his ring, went to what Sheri assumed was his favorite recliner, flopped onto its worn cushions, threw his arms behind his head, and said, “Okay, come in here and tell ol’ Jones what’s on your mind.” A big and casual man, Jones was one of those kind of guys that had a hard time keeping his starchy white shirt tucked neatly inside his Wal-Mart dress pants.


Entering and taking a seat on a floral sofa next to Sheri, Joe positioned himself so that Indy could look him straight in the eyes. After small talk, he rehearsed his father’s amazing story, passing over the most fantastic elements and adding only an occasional twist when it seemed to interest Jones. At last he came to the end of his comments and waited for the professor’s response.

Following a moment of silence, Indy rubbed his graying beard and said, “Did my students put you up to this?”

“What do you mean?” Joe said.

“This trick. Did they? Because I assure you, it won’t work.”

As if sensing some history behind the antagonistic comment, Joe reached for Sheri’s purse and said, “I don’t know what your student’s have done in the past, Indy, but this is no joke. I need guidance and an expert’s opinion. That’s why I came to you. All I’m asking is that you look at the piece and judge for yourself.”

Another pause, his eyes narrowing beneath his bifocals as he studied the youths, then Jones said skeptically, “Sure. Show me what you’ve got, but if this is a prank there will be Hell to pay.”


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Joe removed the item from the handbag and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. The professor’s eyes widened as soon as he saw it. He studied the siblings, then turned his attention once more to the curious image. “May I?” he said, leaning forward and picking it up. After superficially inspecting the peculiar semblance and casting several inquisitive glances at Joe, he withdrew a microcassette from his inside coat pocket and, with the skills of a physician, began describing the details of the unusual stone, down to the cracks and crevices. Before long he focused on what he called “a headdress strikingly similar to those worn by Egyptian and Mayan royalty.” He postulated the object’s length, width, approximate weight, and pallid color. Finally flipping the image over, he noted the crystalline formation protruding from the back…and above it, the markings. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he said.

Cleaning his glasses with a handkerchief, then putting them back on, he stood, walked to a lamp, clicked it on, held the figure beneath the light, and instantly complained that he still couldn’t “be sure.”

“Come with me,” he said, and ran out of the room. Joe gave Sheri a puzzled look before jumping up to follow him into the hall. Joe was impressed with how fast the big man was.

A few doors down and to the right, Jones opened a second door with a “Laboratory” sign on it. Once inside, he removed a small bottle of cleaner from a cabinet. “This should do the trick,” he said, pouring its contents directly onto the shape. He held the object above a stainless steel sink and removed what looked like a fancy toothbrush from a drawer.

“Digger’s brush,” he said, noticing Joe and Sheri’s curiosity. “My pupils use these when they participate in student archaeological digs. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful…just want to get a little of the buildup off the back of here…wouldn’t want to jump to any conclusions…”

As Jones continued to mumble and scrub the back of the item, he might as well have been talking to himself. Joe had no idea what he was so excited about.

After additional cleaning and a final close-up visual inspection, the professor placed the form on the laboratory countertop and said, “Well, Joe, you’ve either made a great discovery or found a brilliant fakery, I’m not sure which, yet. The facial image on the front appears to be adorned with a headdress similar to those worn by Egyptian pharaohs, but the writing on the back is definitely Sumerian.”

Joe cocked his head. “Do you know what it says?”

“Just one word.”

“Which is?”


Gazing at the marking, Sheri said, “What does it mean?”

“Depends on who you’re talking to. I would say it refers to fallen angels. Authors like Erich Von Daniken and Zecharia Sitchin would disagree, of course. They believe the Annunaki were ancient astronauts from a planet called Nibiru.”

Joe’s senses heightened. His dad had found the image near a UFO crash site, and now Jones was talking about visitors from beyond.

“They believe the Annunaki were intergalactic scientists who performed genetic experiments on early hominids, changing their DNA and creating Homo sapiens.”

“You mean us?” Sheri asked. “People?”

“According to the theory, yes. Primates had their evolution advanced, resulting in the human race.”

“Kinda like Darwin on drugs?”

“I guess you could put it that way. They get the idea from misinterpreting ancient cuneiform tablets, specifically the Annunaki legends. Portions of the Sumerian folklore are viewed as records of aliens from a mysterious twelfth planet.”

“This Nibiru?”

“Uh-huh, and that they came here and created the human race. They also believe the Nibiruans engineered the giants of the Old Testament.”

Joe’s expression became quizzical. He thought about what he was hearing, then said, “But I take it you don’t agree?”

“Well…I think Earth was visited by creatures from heaven and that the giant Nephilim were produced by them, but I don’t believe these were so-called ‘extraterrestrial humanoids,’ if that’s what you’re asking.”

“But demons?”

Jones nodded. “If I understand the Bible and extrabiblical literature correctly, the Annunaki were fallen angels that left their assigned habitation and took women for wives. Nephilim were the mutant offspring of their unholy matrimony.”

“Is this in the Scriptures somewhere?” Sheri asked, glancing at Joe then back at the professor.

“I believe so, as well as other records. The Bible says that when men began increasing on earth and daughters were born to them, the Sons of God noted their beauty and took wives from among them. Are you familiar with that?”


“Well, many scholars believe these ‘Sons of God’ were angels that fell from Heaven. When we compare that interpretation with other books—Enoch, Jubilees, Baruch, Genesis Apocryphon, Philo, Malachius, and so on, an incredible tale emerges whereby we learn that the giants of the Old Testament like Goliath were half-human, half-demon offspring of fallen angels and humans. In fact the Old Testament term for giant is from the word Nephilim, meaning ‘those who are fallen.’”


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Jones motioned them to follow him back to the lounge. As they went down the hall, Joe was thinking Indy’s story was getting wilder than the one he’d told. A moment later, as they resumed their positions on the couch and chair, Indy said, “According to the records I’ve studied, the Nephilim were built as part of a larger plan to destroy the children of God and to cut off the birth line of the Messiah.”

“By crossbreeding humans and angels,” Sheri said, leaning back on the couch.

“Sure. Satan understood the protoevangelium—the promise in Genesis 3:15 that a Savior would be born, the seed of the woman, and that He would destroy the Devil’s power. So Satan’s followers, the Annunaki, intermingled their DNA with Old Testament women in a conspiracy to stop the Messiah’s birth.”

“Something like a sex virus,” Joe speculated, trying to grasp what Jones was saying.

As if already understanding the professor’s point, Sheri added, “Something that would spread through marriage and end when humanity’s DNA was completely corrupted. Under those circumstances, you’re saying a spotless Son of God could not be born.”

“Exactly. If the genetic makeup of man leading to the time of the Messiah was universally demonized, no Savior would be conceived, and mankind would be lost forever.”

“So how come I never heard of this before?”

“I couldn’t say.”

Sheri bit her lip. “Well…obviously Jesus, the Messiah came in the flesh, so what foiled the Devil’s plan?”

“A couple things. First, God commanded Israel not to intermarry with the heathen populations. This was so there might be a pure bloodline in Israel. Second, He ordered Noah to build an ark and to prepare for a flood that would destroy every living thing. The fact that God sent such a universal fiat of judgment like the flood illustrates how widespread the altered DNA eventually became. In fact, the Bible says only Noah, and therefore by extension his children, were found perfect in their generation.”

“Meaning they followed the laws of God,” Sheri continued.

“I’m sure they did, but that’s not what the Hebrew word for ‘perfect’ in this case means. This is the same word that was used in Leviticus to describe an unblemished sacrificial lamb. The meaning here was not moral perfection, but that Noah was physically untainted; his DNA was not corrupted or altered by the Annunaki, as apparently the rest of the world had been.”

Suddenly the light went on in Joe’s mind. He had always wondered about the scope of the deluge, why it included children. “So God sent the flood because every human on Earth except Noah’s family had been genetically altered over time?”

“Through a corrupted bloodline leading back to angels with women,” Sheri added.

“According to some people, yes.”

“But I thought Jesus said angels couldn’t get married or have babies?”

“Actually, what He said was that in the resurrection we will neither marry nor be given in marriage, but that we would be as angels in heaven. Keep in mind, Jesus was talking about angels ‘in heaven.’ We’re discussing fallen angels that, like Peter and Jude described in their epistles, abandoned their dwelling place and took up an alternative lifestyle.”

Jones paused, adjusted his legs and added, “Another thing. Look at the angels that visited Abraham in the plains of Mamre. They looked like men; they walked and talked like men; they even ate food with Abraham. So as far as scholars know, angels can take human form and carry out normal human functions. It appears from the historical record that the fallen ones also engaged in sexual activity, or at least genetic manipulation.”

Joe hunched his shoulders and looked soberly at the professor. Indy actually seemed to be making the case that fallen angels had mated with women, that these same spirits were involved in UFO activity, and that somehow this related to the image he was showing him. In order to bring the conversation back to his father’s story, he said, “But if this disc my dad saw was the remains of a physical UFO, why would angels fly around in something like that? Spiritual beings wouldn’t need spaceships to come to Earth in order to mate with women, would they?”

“Probably not, but fallen angels might create them for larger reasons.”

“Such as?”

“To deceive mankind.”

Joe scratched the top of his head. “First of all,” he said, “ how could fallen angels do that? Make physical ships? Second, how would that deceive us?”

Jones stood and crossed the room to a white refrigerator. He opened the door, withdrew a small plastic bottle of water, and offered one to Joe and Sheri. They took the Perriers as he returned to his chair.

“There’s no doubt they could produce UFOs for their own nefarious reasons. The theology of transmogrification, where spirits take form, indicates ability by demons to manipulate energy and matter. And what about poltergeists and their unexplained noises—how else could spirits cause audible vibrations unless they have ability to make physical contact with tangible materials? This being true, maybe demons produce the phenomena known as Unidentified Flying Objects by manipulating energy.”

Tapping his finger against his palm as if to emphasize the next point, Jones stressed, “And as far as how UFOs would be used to deceive us, this comes down to an argument of origins.”

“Meaning what?”

“The ageless question—where did we come from? If people believe UFOnauts are advanced extraterrestrials scurrying about in spaceships, and that these same creatures visited the Earth in ancient days and tinkered with hominid DNA, that disturbs the Judeo-Christian doctrine concerning the age of the Earth and biblical creation. Satan would love people to believe we are nothing more than an alien zoology program. Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes, “there’s always Indy’s Theory of UFOlogy.”

“Indy’s Theory? As in your own personal theory?”

“Mine and a few others.”

Sheri smiled. “Tell us about this mysterious theory.”

“I thought you’d never ask. According to the Bible, the End Times will be accompanied by fearful sights and great signs from heaven. The book of Second Thessalonians even says that, when the Antichrist is revealed, he will be accompanied by ‘lying wonders.’ Maybe these verses are talking about UFOs being used to introduce the Man of Sin. Wouldn’t the world react to the sudden arrival of an intergalactic wise man with awe and wonder? The prophecies of Daniel seem to support this possibility.”

“You’re telling me the prophet Daniel talked about a Last Days invasion of UFOs?” Joe said, sounding incredulous.

“No, no. But he said the Antichrist will be a worshiper of Baal, and Baal was the lord of the sky. As Baalbamoth he was the lord of the aerial regions. As Baalzebub he was the lord of those that ‘fly’ or that flit about in the atmosphere. In the New Testament, Satan himself is referred to as the prince of the powers of the air. Therefore Scriptures lead me to believe that the aerial phenomena you and I interpret as UFO activity could be part of a Last Days delusion—something to trick humanity into accepting the appearance of Antichrist.”

Joe took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. UFOs could introduce the Antichrist, huh? He stared at the image. “So when it comes to these Annunaki, you believe we’re talking about fallen angels?”

“In a nutshell, yes.”

“And somehow this relates to our little image here.”

“In ways I don’t understand. To be honest, I’m amazed to see Sumerian written on it. If it’s not a fake, I would…”

“I already told you it’s real,” Joe said, defensive of his father’s claims.

Jones picked the image up and turned it over in his hand. “Don’t be offended, Joe. I’m just a professor. We’re paid to be cautious, even skeptical. So listen. I have a friend who runs an independent laboratory. He does all kinds of subcontract work for the state and federal government, mostly crime lab stuff, but also a little radiocarbon and metallurgy testing. If you’d let me borrow this thing for a couple days, I could have him run a series of tests on it to determine its age and material makeup. We could even do a photo analysis and database search to see if any comparable artifacts have been discovered or described in the past. This is the best way I know to provide an authoritative answer. With your permission, I’d like to take it to him right away.”

Joe looked at Sheri. “What do you think, Sis?”

She took a drink of her Perrier and said, “Indy’s the expert. You wanted his opinion, didn’t you?”

“I guess. I just need to be sure this lab guy doesn’t submerge it in acid or something.”

Indy laughed. “Joe, you crack me up. You worry a lot for a young man.”

Jones might have understood Joe’s trepidation if he had heard the entire story. Yet Joe didn’t want to alarm him with all that ugly chase and gunfire business. Hedging, he finally said, “All right, go ahead and let your expert examine it. I’ll contact you in a couple days to see what he thinks. In the meantime, it’s probably best if you don’t try calling me. And Indy,” he added more solemnly than before. “Take care of this thing and keep it strictly between us.”

Clearly elated with the prospect of further studying the artifact, Jones simply said, “Whatever you say, boss.”


At Maxamillion Video a hush fell over Allie, Carl, Dave, and Garth’s intercessory prayer for Joe and Sheri, as a female reporter came over the radio:


Gresham Police are warning area residents tonight to be on the lookout for two people that allegedly held up the Montero Research Facility in Corbett earlier today. They are described as Joe Ryback, a twenty-six-year-old male, and his accomplice, Sheri Ryback, a twenty-three-year-old female. The two apparently robbed the facility of a potentially dangerous experimental detonation device. The FBI have joined the Multnomah County Sheriff’s Department in search for the suspects. They warn that the brother-and-sister team should be considered armed and dangerous.


In what could be an unrelated event, a Lincoln Continental owned by Montero Research was destroyed on impact when it collided with a concrete wall at the Damascus Aqueduct near Troutdale shortly after the robbery. An eyewitness tells KETQ reporter Cindy Stormwell that bodies were removed from the wreckage. Investigators on location would not substantiate the eyewitness account or comment on the possible connection between the crash and the robbery earlier today.


KETQ remains at the scene, and will provide full coverage of the breaking story tonight on the evening news.


It was fairly dark outside when Sheri helped Joe finish taping trash bags from the seminary’s kitchen over the shattered rear window of her small car. As they pulled from the school’s parking lot and headed east on I-84, the idea that people might be watching their homes had convinced her to avoid the Portland area. Returning to the Gray Hideaway was also out of the question, since Interstates I-84 and I-205 leading back into Portland could have goons lying in wait.

Finally Joe had come up with an answer.

It was 11:20 pm when she shut the engine off and coasted into Buck’s gravel and pinecone driveway. Buck and Tater were gone, and Joe immediately concluded that they were probably sturgeon fishing. They liked doing that at night, he said.

“So what do we do now, Einstein?” she teased.

“Wait, I guess.”

“You think it’s safe to do that? Just sit here, I mean?”

“I think so. I have a good feeling about this place.”

“What about my car? Shouldn’t we try hiding it or something?”

“We can do it later, when Buck returns. It’s dark enough outside, and nobody can see us under these trees anyway.”

“Speaking of Buck, do you think he really has proof of…you know…Bigfoot?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it out here in the dark.”

That was strange. Sheri had never known Joe to be afraid of the night. Creepy.

“I guess that was a dumb thing to bring up at the moment,” she said to ease her own fears as well.

“At least we agree on something…Miss Einstein.”

She punched him, rehashed their visit with Dr. Jones, argued about dating, dug through the backseat for the gummy worms bag, ravenously ate the last of them, and drifted to sleep.


Joe watched Sheri rest while he, on the other hand, tossed and turned, trying every trick in the book to force the frightening events of the past few days from his mind, particularly the creature he might have seen and the alien stuff Jones had brought up. If that didn’t give you the heebie-jeebies, nothing would.

Finally, around 2:00 am, he slumbered off, dreaming of two magnificent angels standing post on either side of the car. They were like radiant sentries charged with guarding priceless treasure. Their swords were drawn. The taller of the two looked heavenward while speaking clearly to him in a powerful yet comforting voice:

“Joe, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Prepare yourself with prayer, and rehearse God’s Holy Word. Don’t be afraid of the terror by night, but draw close to the Father and trust Him. Do this, and He will bring you through the coming storm.”


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