Legacy

I am compelled to tell this account of what I experienced   during three hectic mind boggling days somewhere hundreds  of feet be low the streets of New York City.  My name is Gerald Felding; my only witness to all of this is Anita Perez whom I met down below.

 

Its an unbelievable tale, Anita and I experienced it together and we are still not sure  either of us believe I it.  Certain Biblical references and Dead Sea Scroll texts suggest it’s an old truth perhaps, but in our current time period?

 

Anyway, I’d taken the subway and about half way between stations that were about a mile apart there was a major power failure and everything came to a screeching halt.  There I was along with the other passengers in the absolute pitch blackness of the subway tunnel.  From past experience I knew the power failure was probably city wide and could last anywhere from two hours to several days.  I decided since I had a small penlight as  a key fob and that if I kept it shinning down  I might be able to slowly find my way to the station, and then up to the streets where there would at least be starlight and taxi cab lights.    Probably not the best idea I ever had because I hadn’t gone all that far when the batteries began to fail.

 

Of course that wasn’t a desirable thing to be stuck a quarter mile from a safe place.  Just before as my penlight was  flickering its last few seconds of light I spotted  a doorway in the side of the subway tunnel.  I’d heard that there were maintenance shafts and hatches in various spot of the subway system that led to the surface, and I thought wow! lucky me and none to soon at that.

 

I hurriedly went in hoping to find stairs or a ladder in the last bit of fast fading light.  I went forward about ten feet and ran into an apparent dead end.  I started to panic when in the last flicker of light I saw a red button and then the light was gone.  I knew about where I’d seen the button so I groped a bit a found it.  I was hoping it was an emergency light switch of some sort so I pressed it.

 

Next thing was a sound of a door closing right behind me followed by a whirring sound and the sensation I was going down.

I must have stepped into an elevator; but why down?  I’d have thought up, but no, it was down.  The sensation of dropping was unmistakable.  I’d in the past rode the elevator down in the Empire State Building and that usually took about five minutes, but it seemed to my sense of time I’d been going down for about eight minutes.  I was getting so panicky I wanted to scream, but who would have heard me.  Then it stopped after another minute and the door opened.  I could see dim light and even brighter much farther ahead.  So of course I stepped out.

 

I said out loud, a knee jerk reaction, and not because I just love the sound of my voice, “My word, where am I?  What is this place?”  Then a female voice came out of the shadows and said “quickly come over here by me, its much safer back in the shadows.”  That voice turned out to be Anita’s.

 

She said “because of what you said out loud I knew you weren’t one of them, so I called you to safety”  I said safety from what/whom?  Anita replied “the Anakims”. I said what?  Sounds like Luke Skywalkers Daddy from Star Wars, you know Anakin Skywalker.  I almost snickered and Anita sensed it and said “it’s not funny, that’s a piece of fiction; but Anakims is what they call themselves.”  They frequently can be heard saying “praise our father, Anak.”  I replied that from what I’ve read in the Bible and in the Dead Sea Scrolls that it sounds vaguely familiar.

 

I went on to say that best as I could recollect was that supposedly many thousands of years ago in the Biblical land of Hebron there lived a race of Giants called Anakin’s who counted Anak as their all Father.

 

Dead Sea Scrolls inferred that the seed of Anak was implanted in the wife of Lemech mother of Noah and that Lemech had a fit since he had been away awhile as he knew the kid wasn’t his.  This Noah also was said to be a wee bit different looking.  Lemech was allegedly pacified after complaining to his father Enoch, who complained to his father Methusila who said he knew all about it and it was so and Okay. Wow! Now to hear those names  popping up in this day and age as if they were currently viable just about blows my mind.

 

Anita said “I don’t know about that sort of stuff, but it might tie with what I will show you.” She said   “follow me, be slow and careful, and speak very softly”. I said Okay and away we went, slowly that is, clinging to the shadows. She said “look”.  I did and I saw mostly in the shadows but some in brighter light, many, many women in various stages of pregnancy.  I said what is this an underground baby mill? I noticed that those women seemed to be walking around looking half dazed.  Anita said she thought that they were kept that way so they wouldn’t lose it and harm themselve’s.

 

Anita said follow me there is a stairway a little farther toward the light that leads up a level to a viewing window and as you will see; the sight will boggle your mind. I figured why not as long as I’m here.  So toward the light and up the stairs we went.  Anita was right; the sight almost took my breath away.  Looking down into a large arena I saw hundreds of babies in an huge Nursery.  Looked like they were being well cared for, but?

 

Then I said to Anita are all those babies a result of what you called Anakim impregnating them?  She said apparently that was the case.  I asked her how they all got there in the first place.  She said she had no idea.  I then asked her how come she hadn’t been impregnated.  Anita looked straight at me and said “because I got here the same way you did, by accident”. I was a maintenance inspector for the subway, looking for needed points of repair when I found the elevator.  Keeping to the shadows has kept me safe.  I asked her why didn’t she  just go back up the elevator?  Anita replied because it was button operated at the top but takes a key at the bottom.  As we went back down the stairs from the viewing area I though their must be a way past the key problem.

 

I didn’t get a chance to address the issue because just as we reached the stair bottom we were jumped by four guards, apparently some of those so called Anakim. Bummer.

 

We were hustled off to a large room with a table and chairs, told to sit and we would be seen shortly.  I wondered just what we were in for.  It wasn’t to long before we started to get the answer to that question as an impressive looking being quite tall and with a very, very slight blue cast to his skin came in.  Past that he looked just like anyone else.  He was shortly joined by two others that were about my size and looked exactly like any human one might meet on the street.  I thought its getting more puzzling by the minute.

 

The whatever he was with the slight blue skin, had a kind look about him and he began to speak.  He said his name was Fander and that he and the other two beside him were Anakim, sons of Anak their all father. I said but there are some appearance differences.  He said that is true, and it is because of generational breeding. Then Fander said; ”but before I get into that let me explain just what  we Anikim are. Initially we were from another planet in another solar system.  We came to earth to help man progress.  Shortly after we arrived a Solar explosion destroyed our sun and planet, leaving us no where to return to.  So we concentrated on our mission to help earthlings progress.  In the early times thousands of years ago we were called giants and lived in the Land of Hebron.  For strange genetic reasons female Anakim are rarely born, and even though our individual life times are around three thousand years, the lack of sufficient females slowly reduced our numbers greatly. A solution was sought.  Human females could probably be genetically compatible enough, but size differences made for an obvious problem.

 

Therefore we turned to experimentation through artificial insemination.  It was successful beyond our wildest dreams.  We wished to benefit mankind but to do so continuing our bloodline was imperative.  As to cause no fright we caused a human female to fall into a temporary sleep and then inseminated her.

 

Our first great success was with the birth of Noah.  The fly in the soup was that the husband of Noah’s mother, Lemech, who had a fit because Noah was slightly different.  However after complaining to his father Enoch who in turn complained to his father Methuselah who knew all about it and said everything was Okay. This pacified Enoch and Lemech.  Then the great flood came and Noah was safe on the ark the Lord told him to build.  We Anikim however took to our space ship and orbited around the moon until everything was back to normal on earth, and then we returned.

 

We did learn that while our genetics and blood gave long life to the hybrid humans,  that the human genetic controlled size and offspring were normal human size.  Also with the second generation the slight blue cast disappeared and on the surface these part human part Anakim looked totally human, but still retained the long life factor.  Ever since they have been trained to infiltrate mankind to guide and help.  Many have held very high positions including at least two American presidents and some other heads of state.  For obvious reason after awhile it would be noticed that they don’t appear to be aging, so they fake their death and take a vacation for a generation and then resurface to continue our benevolent efforts.  Fander went on to say the women you see were inseminated as had been for centuries untold.  They were well cared for, albeit kept a bit in a state of low awareness.  Then after the birth, they are given a “mind Wipe” returned through our place and time transport to exactly where they were to start with.  As such they didn’t miss a stroke and were delighted when they found that a rare gold coin had somehow ended up in their pocket.

 

Fander then said he’d like to us give a tour of the facility.  At this point we figured might as well look.  We were shown little persons,  in various stages of growth.  One couldn’t tell from looking, but you knew they were young Anakim in part.  They were attending school just like a regular kid. But they were special.

 

I said to Fander, aren’t you worried that we will tell about what we have seen?  He said, not really, as who would believe us.  Besides we too would get a mind wipe before being sent back.  That didn’t set well with me at all.

 

Fander said it’s been a long day so lets go have a very nice evening meal and you can then get a good nights rest and we will finish the tour tomorrow.  Finish was now a bad word in my vocabulary.  We were shown to a nice room with two beds.  I guess they assumed we were married.

 

I said to Anita, we got to get out of here somehow.  She replied there are no guards on this room but go where from here to do what was her question.

 

I said  I’d kept track of the paths we’d taken and could get us back to the elevator. She said what for, we don’t have a key. I told her it was probably like a switch knob and was likely to be electrical. I went on to say that it might be as good as having a key if I could work some magic with the Swiss Army Knife I had in my pocket.

 

We crept out of the room and silently made our way back to the elevator.  Sure enough the face plate was screwed on, so I used the screwdriver blade on my knife to remove the face plate and pull it out far enough to see the wires and have a little hand room. It was almost no light so I had to mostly feel around, but my fingers located the backside of the key switch and it took little effort to manipulate it.  Bingo, the elevator opened and we piled in so fast we probably set a world’s speed record. Going back up was as slow as coming down.  We worried every inch of the way that the Anikims would discover what we’d done and reverse the elevator before we could get up and off.

 

We were lucky; we reached the top and got off with great relief.  We exchanged phone numbers and vowed to stay in touch. As for me I’m going to be looking at a lot of pictures of famous people to see how they look with or without a powdered wig, or beard, and whatever.  To see if I can spot an Anakim that has lived long enough to have multiple identities.

 

Of course I’m going to feel spooked looking at people on the street because I won’t know if I’m looking at pure human or part Anakim. I know that probably no one will believe this story except for a part Anakim.  So I say, be cautious, benevolence is claimed, but I will always wonder.