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Chapter Two

 

THE DESTRUCTION 

 

A thundering wail echoed throughout the universe sending shivers of fear through every living thing. Heartbreak, anger and betrayal reverberated through the corridors of time and space.

          Trembling uncontrollably the historian heard the cry of anguish through the thick stonewalls of the Hall of Records that had now sunk to a region beneath the Sphinx. He clutched the thin book given to him by one of the angels of the Most High as if afraid his trembling would cause him to lose it. He had been instructed to place it in this hidden vault, the presence of which was known only to a select few.  Being the last of the last he was all that remained of the remnant.

            Michael, the Great One, who had given him the book, was different from the others of his kind. He towered over them. Power, wisdom, and beauty emanated from his person the same as the others, but something seemed different. He impressed the ancient historian with his urgency. “Hide the book in the black box in the vault,” he said. The Most High will cause you to be able to observe events and you must record them.”

            The ancient historian searched the room. A glow emanated from the walls. Its soft incandescence lit the room. Artifacts of gold and precious stones sparkled in the light. Books were also stacked about the room and artwork and furniture of gold with gems encrusted on them. These items were to tell those to come of their great achievements, culture and history. He didn’t understand. Who would be left to see it? Who are the ones to come?

          The wisest and most powerful of all the Great Ones, Lucifer, had insisted the people of Atlantis do this before his defeat. Even those people who had colonies on other worlds of this system had been instructed to do the same. His original intention was to commemorate his victory over God as ruler of the universe.

            The dark angels taught them to build huge monuments in stone. Indeed they had placed much of the stonework themselves. All structures were built to last forever. Tomb hoped they were right. Even now he could feel the earth trembling beneath him. All his long life he had wondered why he had been given such a grim name, a name, which meant grave or tomb. Now he understood.

          He looked around the room for the black box as he had been instructed. There were so many beautiful artifacts: statues of Atlanteans, artwork in brilliant colors and their gods of gold were everywhere. The Sphinx itself was a replica of one of their leaders. This particular powerful leader was picked from all of the others because of the constellation he was to represent. The statue would stand facing it along with the enclosure for thousands of years to come.  The whole complex was a time capsule, built to further designate the age in which it was created, but time had now run out. The people ignored the repeated warnings from the messengers of the Most High. They had come to believe King Lucifer was god and their fear and loyalty to him kept them from believing in anything else.

          Tomb wondered what those who would follow would look like. His own people were so diverse. Some looked like the Sphinx and others had bodies with four long legs and hoofs that could run at great speeds and so many other diverse body types. He himself looked more like the Great Ones only not quite so glorious and handsome. He smiled at the thought.

          He found the black box. It was hidden in an obscure corner as if placed there as an afterthought. It looked like a jewelry box. He picked it up and examined it for a way to open it. The substance that made up the box was an almost transparent black. Black clouds seemed to move in it when he picked it up. It was seamless and looked solid. There was no obvious opening that could be seen. It opened when he touched the top as if it had been waiting just for him.

          Inside there were plans for buildings, mathematical equations, plans for spacecraft and propulsion systems and a map of the star systems of their galaxy. All sciences were represented. It was written in the common language of Atlantis and placed on thin filmy material.

            He placed the small book at the bottom of the box. It fit perfectly as if made just for this box. The Great Ones always did things to perfection. They had taught the Atlanteans the sciences of the universe before the king known as Lucifer rebelled and their civilization had prospered and flourished so well it was the envy of every world in the galaxy and beyond.

            The small book in the new language contained information he didn’t quite understand, but Michael said those who found it would.

            Tomb waited for the visions to start. The roaring and trembling of the earth from the collision of the great rock from space had stopped; like a pause before the storm. Swirling mists began forming in front of him. The mists cleared and images took shape. Tomb seated himself on one of the ornate cushions in the room, took up his writing tools and waited. Michael taught him a strange new language and he was to write down what he saw in that language. The small book he had placed in the box was in that same language.

            Fascinated, he watched the images before him and understood why all the dark angels had suddenly fled leaving the Atlanteans behind to face whatever fate befell them. Where had they gone to hide themselves from this? Had any of his people escaped into space? Had any of the colonies of other worlds escaped? Had there been time? He watched and wrote.

            Even through the thick walls he could hear the scream and roar of the earth as it wobbled in its orbit howling its death agony. He saw mountains exploding and volumes of black ash rising into the atmosphere. Expanding rivers of lava flowed everywhere. The earth rocked and rolled, opening great fissures, letting out the vast store of water, steam and lava beneath the earth. He could imagine that these were the sights the great beasts had seen before they died in a previous age several million years ago. There had always been just one great continent. He wondered what the configuration of the new earth born out of this chaos would be.

            The picture shifted showing a view of earth from space. The orbit was changed and the planet now tipped on its axis. The thick ice wall that surrounded the earth melted in the sudden heat and fell in a great deluge to the planet’s surface. The hydrogen of the wall frozen in a perpetual metallic shield around the earth while the oxygen swirled beneath it gave way. It was a great flood encompassing the whole earth to a height of three miles.

        The water wall had acted as not only a defense against harmful rays from space, but as a huge magnifying glass giving everyone on earth a spectacular view of the heavens.

          He saw animals and people frozen in place as the clouds of ash blocked the heat and light of the sun. The sudden deluge from the melting of the ice wall along with the release of the waters under the earth caused great mountains of water to completely cover everything then freeze instantly as the planet wobbled erratically on its new axis. The black ash from the now quiet volcanoes surrounded the earth.

            Tomb wept as he saw millions of people frozen in death. Most had died in agony as the very air they breathed filled with hot, poison gasses. Just before the water wall fell he saw a neighboring planet crumble. Some of the debris stayed in place orbiting the sun and some debris hit the earth and its moon and other planets in the solar system. He even saw space ships fleeing, but they were caught in the gravitational pull of the careening planets and exploded.

            Before the water turned to ice he had jumped startled as he saw the mists, smoke and vapor take on shapes; ugly twisted faces of rage mixed with terror. They were faces, strange faces, horrible to look upon. He remembered seeing something like them once before. “What are they?” He shouted at the empty room and a whispered answer came back to him. “They are the twisted spirits of giants and others who lived here. They will one day be called demons.”

            The picture changed. He looked in horror at the devastation. Earth was completely encased in ice with dark clouds surrounding it. The roaring outside stopped. He was now alone in terrible silence. Time seemed to stop. Hours, days, weeks ceased to be. He had no sense of how much time went by as he watched and wrote.

          Lucifer, the dark angel, who was closest to The Most high and called friend, had broken the heart of God. Betrayed! Michael told him about it with tears in his eyes. The angels had been given the charge of ruling in God’s name, but they had rebelled and failed.

             Judgment had to come on the civilization Lucifer and the angels who followed him, governed. No mortal was willing to turn to the God who loved them and give up their wicked ways.

            The man named, Tomb, shook his head in awe and sorrow. So many of the angels had turned against their Creator. God waited for eons of time, giving Lucifer and those who followed him chance after chance to change and turn back to Him. Now it had come to this.

          All the people he knew were dead and he was alone; so very alone! He was almost finished writing and he grew sleepy. The air was almost gone. He left a final warning sentence to end his account. It warned those who would come to take note of the terrible fate of his civilization and why it had happened lest it should, God forbid, happen again!

He never dreamed the destruction of his civilization called Atlantis, would become the most well known legend of all time.

            Isaiah 24:1 Genesis 1:2  2 Peter 3:5-8  Jeremiah 4:23-26   Ezekiel 28:12-19   Psalm 104:6& 7

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