Excerpt release: Anarkand Origins Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 It had been a long day. A very long day. Jack Kellerman had just arrived at the World Science Convention in New York, having given yet another interview to Channel 6 News regarding the unknown anomaly hurtling straight towards Earth. To date, his interviews hadn't shed any significant light on the matter, or provided any definitive evidence, as to what was in store for Earth.

For the past 24 years, he, and the mysterious agency he founded back in 2006, The C.A.R.N ( Cosmic Anomaly Research Network ), had been lambasted for so-called scare-mongering. Kellerman himself had been subjected to public ridicule, following the claim he made in 2005, that the Earth was, in fact, facing an impending doom from another unknown planet, potentially carrying life.

Tonight, however, the ridicule would stop. Tonight, the people would listen. The evidence would be clear for all to see. Tonight, Jack Kellerman and C.A.R.N would demonstrate how they had connected all the dots. He had felt relieved that his research had finally yielded results, and that the anomaly in question, could be proven through show and tell.

'Hey, Jack!' It was Eric Cassells. A man who had been a loyal friend of Kellerman all his life. 'You're trending all over the internet man, you're getting some great feedback on your interview, everybody's talking about it already'


'Yeah, really, and it's all good' Eric enthused. 'People really seem to be listening now, you have awoken an unforetold number of people to this conspiracy'

'Conspiracy?' Kellerman snapped. His piercing blue eyes gazing sharply towards Eric. 'This isn't a conspiracy Eric, this is real, all of it, it's real'. 'Yeah, whatever man, I'm just playing, look, you're on in about two minutes. I hope you're ready for this.'

'I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Eric'

'You sure man?'

'Yeah, I'll be fine.'

'Some of the so-called greatest minds from all over the world are here to see you. I only hope you know what the hell you're doing. I wouldn't wanna see you crash and burn on the biggest stage of all'. 'Thanks for that Eric, it means a lot'

'Hey, you're welcome buddy'. Eric loved toying with Kellerman, even after all these years. 'You do know this is being broadcast live online, and in over seventy countries, right?'

'Right, that's enough, get out of here', Kellerman said playfully pushing Eric, even allowing himself a wry smile. Deep inside, he knew he had to get this right. He couldn't afford a single mistake. This was the biggest stage the scientific world could've given him, and he knew it.

He could hear himself being introduced onto the stage. It was at that moment he realized, he was being taken seriously. Years of trying to get here had finally paid off. This was it.

'Ridiculed, yet respected in some quarters for his incredible research into cosmic energies, and fascinating anomalies in our solar system. His work with C.A.R.N, The Cosmic Anomaly Research Network, has shone new light on how we view ourselves, and our world, in the scheme of all things. Where do we come from? What does the future hold for us, as a species? Our final guest believes he has the answers, and is here with new information; new evidence that casts doubt on everything we thought we knew, and his claims, are startling'. Kellerman braced himself. 'Please welcome to the stage, the founder and lead researcher at C.A.R.N, Professor Jack Kellerman' 'Okay Jack, it's time. You've wanted this your whole life. Now it's here. Get out there and do what you do'. said Eric, as he patted his friend on the back.

'And what is it that I do, Eric?'

'You save the world Jack. That's what you do. You don't know it yet; they don't know it yet. That, is what you do'. Eric smiled at his friend and clenched his shoulder tightly. 'Good luck man'.

With this brief exchange of words, Kellerman reached deep into the pockets of his $1,500 suit, which he bought especially for tonight, and took out his journal. He made sure the bookmark was still in place and tucked it safely away again.

He made his way onto the stage. The world was watching. An ovation of just over two thousand people was the first thing that met him as he made his way to the centre of the room. The noise from the applause was near deafening. It felt like the longest walk he'd ever taken in his life. Immediately his nervous system faltered.

'Hi Jack, pleasure to finally meet you, please sit down' These were the first words to greet Jack Kellerman as he approached the seat. They came from world famous doctor of sciences Emily Blackwell. She was a steely character, very firm in her own beliefs, and usually hard-nosed and condescending to the views of others. This would be interesting. Her reputation, proceeds her.

Jack reached for the outstretched hand of the host, and thanked her for allowing him the platform he was given tonight.

'And so you should be, Jack. I didn't want you here'. She whispered in his ear, as she pulled away with a cheek to cheek smile.

'What?' he quipped, a little surprised.

Jacks first observation was that the stage lights were a little too bright, and the heat coming from them was immediately bearing down on him.

This heat was soon to be stifling. Almost from the second he sat on the seat below them he could feel perspiration brewing around his forehead and underarms. He flirted with the ovation a little, offering up a crest of white teeth and a child-like wave, before things got real.

The overhead lights dimmed, and the faces of two thousand professionals from an array of fields, faded away, as the surrounding lights were switched off. Within seconds... silence. No movement, no coughs, no heavy breathing. Just pure silence. Kellerman looked to the host to get things going.

'So Professor Kellerman-'

'Please, call me Jack' Kellerman had interrupted.

'Okay, Jack. It is a pleasure to have your company this evening.'

'Well I appreciate the opportunity to be here.' He said, raising his eyebrows a little in confusion. 'Now then, a lot of members in our audience tonight, and those watching across the world, may not be familiar with your work, could you spare a moment to introduce yourself and the work you and your team do at C.A.R.N?'

'Uh, yeah, of course, um, firstly, thanks, thank you very much for the warm welcome here this evening. I, uh, as you may, or may not know, my organization, C.A.R.N, was established in two thousand six. Er, we have been busy for over twenty years studying and researching various solar system anomalies, and, um, planetary discrepancies, from that which exists scientifically already, in the public domain'

'What a lot of people don't know about us, however, is that we study a lot of ancient texts and symbolism. We study languages, communications between ancient civilizations, cave drawings, carvings, and all manner of incredible artefacts from the ancient world,' Kellerman said. Beads of sweat had already begun surfacing around the cheeks of Kellerman's narrow, oblong face.

'In addition to all of this, we carry out our own research through rockets, telescopes and data analysis sent to us from observatories, and business partners around the world.

'What was it that got you into this field of research?'

'My father firstly. He had an incredible mind, full of knowledge, wisdom, and theories. Even though he left this world when I was very young, he managed to nurture my fascination with ancient civilizations from an early age, it was logical that my career would follow that path in some capacity.' 'I see.'

'The ancients knew things that we, er, as a repeating civilisation, um, still don't know today. They left a lasting impression on this world in the shape of diaries, drawings, technology, architecture, and, uh, well, much more' 'Diaries? The ancients left diaries?' Blackwell quipped, seemingly amusing herself.

'Yeah, diaries, journals, texts, carvings, and drawings, that, er, share the same meaning, or, um, the same code if you will. There are subtle, and um, not so subtle hints and clues all around for us to find, that exist on every city, of every country, across every continent.'

'And your organization have put all this together in a few years of research, whilst ignoring a lot of the fundamental laws of science and the universe?'

'No, that's not quite right. This takes into consideration twenty-four years of my own findings, thirty years of my fathers, and a countless amount of information recorded by my grandfather. In addition to that we utilise the research that some of the brightest human beings to have ever lived, left behind for us. The, er, the point of my organization, the, um, crux, if you will, of what we wanted to do, was to connect the dots; the dots that are all around us, and always have been.' Kellerman added, his frustration building already.

'So do share with us all, what kind of things were you finding, and what dots, if any, have you connected Jack?' Blackwell asked in a more fervent manner.

'Well, for a while, we found nothing. Nothing that could be construed entirely as extra-terrestrial. We had to sift through tonnes of data, some mundane, others simply banal. Nothing that a lot of scholars and present day scientists,' Kellerman pointed to the audience - 'Er, you guys, didn't know already, or theorise about.'

'So what changed? When did things change?' Doctor Blackwell asked. She wasn't a huge fan of Jack's work, and he could sense it in her tone.

'Um, could I have a glass of water please?' Kellerman's throat was drying up from a combination of heat, exhaustion, and tiring vocal chords.

'Sure.' Doctor Blackwell signalled across the room for water. Within seconds, a woman, wearing an all white gown, came rushing onto the stage, and filled a glass halfway with still water, choosing to hand it directly to Kellerman, rather than set it down on the table beside him. He whispered his thanks, noticing just how beautiful her eyes were. One blue, one green, a very unusual combination he thought.

Kellerman felt instantly energized and refreshed, even gaining a strong boost to his dwindling confidence. Tonight, he decided, he would teach modern science, and its disciples, a lesson.

'Um, what was your question again?' He asked, momentarily losing focus.

'What I asked was, what changed? When did things change?'

Kellerman paused for a second. He uncrossed his legs and clasped his hands together.

'Dr. Blackwell, allow me to change my tact here. You see, I was going to do this differently. Very differently, but I value my time, and appreciate the time of others, so I'm just gonna get to straight to the point here.'

'Okay Jack, that is your prerogative, I suppose.'

'Um, if I told you we had two years left to live, what would you say to me?'

'In the context of what?'

'Context?', he asked a little surprised. 'I don't see how the question needs context, but let me indulge you. How about in the context of a heavenly body, on a direct path to Earth, with the intent to destroy' 'Well, I would laugh at such a suggestion. There's no evidence of such a thing.' 'So you would remain in ignorance, and continue on with your life, living the same day, same week, same month, over and over again. Nothing would change, would it?' 'Well no, but if I thought my life, and the lives of others were ending in two years, I would query as to how so, and ask that it be proven.' Blackwell replied.

'And that's why I'm here. To prove it. You see, the biggest flaw that we humans possess, is ego. If utilised incorrectly, our ego creates an invisible, non-negotiable barrier, between us, and real science. We claim to know it all. We, as a scientific community, used to allow for errors to be corrected and theories to be dis-proven, but now we ridicule others who don't share the mainstream consensus.'

'Science tells us there are no gods. However, in the same instance, a corner of our scientific community suggest that we are the pinnacle of God's creation.'

Kellerman wanted so badly to shout and rage and cry, all at the same time. The people watching across the world, and many of those in the audience sitting before him, had ridiculed him for years, and now he was about to prove to them that their existence on Earth, was for nothing; is, for nothing.

'We teach our young, the very same principles of science that we were taught. We teach them the same beliefs, and the same lies. We do that, all the while not knowing what the hell we are talking about. We are now a community of textbook lecturers, and mainstream puppets, nothing more, nothing less.' Kellerman adopted a more charismatic tone to his voice, as he continued.

'We reward students based on their ability to recite the stories and information we pass down to them, not once allowing for free-thinking, or expression of sensibility based on the perception of the human senses, mind, or spirit. We tell our students that the study of science, has no cap; no limitations. We tell them that science, is what will eventually lead us to the answer of man's age old question... why are we here?'

'So, why are we here Jack?' Blackwell interrupted bullishly. She was keen for an opportunity to make Kellerman look foolish.

'You know I can't answer that any better than you can Doctor Blackwell, but what I can tell you, unequivocally, is about the limitations science imposes on some of our great young minds. Our science is dated. Our science is dead. It has been for many generations'

'Jack, this is absurd. What are you doing here? I mean, what are you really doing here?' Blackwell looked a little edgy, she wasn't sure where Kellerman was headed with all of this.

'Okay' he retorted. 'Let me ask you a few questions.'

'Sure' came Blackwell's response. 'But please understand, you are insulting everyone here to-'

'Do you people still believe, that for life to exist, there needs to be water? Do you still believe that without nitrogen or oxygen, life can't exist?

I mean, when you think about it, science has taught us that all living things, require the energy of the sun; its warmth and comfort. The science we know today, has created cosmic rules, laws, and regulations. The majority of these rules are Earthbound, and by that I mean they are only observable and agreeable by our own limited perceptions, from this tiny chunk of rock we call home.'

Kellerman leaned back on his chair. He shook his head, and sighed. 'We have allowed man to create laws based on our perceptions, beliefs and understanding. I accept that we have established a lot of truth in accordance with our environment and place in the solar system, but we are still scientifically naive.'

'Please, go on Jack.'

'You know, it's crazy to think I was the one who was laughed at, I was the one who was told that my research wasn't important, wasn't mainstream enough to be funded by government programs or scientific organizations'.

'I'm sorry you feel that way Jack, but there still exists a stigma, especially in modern funding habits, against backing new ideas and new concepts that have no tangible founding'

'Doctor Blackwell, this isn't an idea, or as you call it, a concept. This is our reality. Time is ticking away for all of us.'

'Then prove it to us Jack, isn't that why you have come today? Isn't that why people give you a hard time? A lot of people claim this is new-age nonsense, or simply pseudo-science.'

Kellerman rolled his eyes and shook his head back and forward, tutting as he did so. 'Can I have some more water please?' he asked, clearing his throat.

Within seconds, the woman in white rushed on stage, and again poured only a half glass. Kellerman swallowed the contents immediately, this time noticing her pert bosom, and beautiful white smile. She was perfect in every way, he thought to himself.

'This isn't pseudo-science.' he continued. 'This isn't make-believe. Our world has changed in the last thirty to forty years, and our science explains it away in a nonchalant manner. Few of you seem concerned, and fewer still have raised the question of why? Our recent history is plagued with nothing but, earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, droughts, famines, floods, disease, decay and death.

This is not the world my parents wished to bring me into, and it is not the one you wanted to bring your children into, is it?' Kellerman clasped his hands again, taking ever deeper breathes before he spoke.

'Our world is now at an impasse I'm afraid. It's too late to change our mindsets as a collective. It's too late for us to go back and re-educate the people. All we can do from this point forward, is prepare for what is coming; and trust me when I say is coming.'

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