posted on Dec, 28 2011 @ 04:17 PM
Part 2: REVELATIONS
The nurse asked me where I would like to sit, and I stood up to survey the room again. I chose a couch against the wall where my grandmother's
wheelchair could easily be situated so that I could comfortably have a conversation with her.
When the nurse addressed my grandmother to let her know, her eyes again became distant and clouded, but her regal posture did not change.
I sat at the couch, my grandmother situated at the corner so that I could almost sit next to her. I was looking at my grandmother searching for words
to say, hoping that she would not drift away from me again.
Finally, I said to my grandmother, " I brought some pictures of the family, would you like to see them?"
I began showing her the pictures on the smart phone, watching her study them and explaining who each of the people were.
I watched her face, hoping for some sign. The nurse had left, and I was alone with my grandmother.
I pulled up a picture of my mother, and when I showed it to her, I asked her if she knew who it was.
"That, child, is your mother" she said matter of factly.
"Yes," I replied. "That is your daughter".
"My daughter is dead. That woman is not my daughter".
Any hope that I had vanished with those words. I moved on to show her more pictures.
I showed her pictures of my sister, and her children. Although she seemed to study them intently, she made no comment, and there were times that a
frown furrowed her brow. When I showed her a picture of my youngest son, now 15, with the same golden eyes as hers, a bit of a smile seemed to cross
her mouth. When I showed her a picture of my eldest son in his army uniform, she leaned a bit closer, her gaze becoming almost studious. I moved onto
another picture of him, where his almost violet-blue eyes could be seen. They were the same as my mother's, and he was holding his son, my grandson.
Her eyes widened slightly, and her gaze became a bit more intent.
The final picture in my collection was of my granddaughter, who had just turned 2 a few months before. She had the same blue eyes as her father, her
golden curls surrounding her chubby face.
My grandmother's eyes suddenly leapt to life, her hands surrounding the phone, snatching it from me. Her eyes darted between the picture and my face.
"Who is this child?" she demanded.
"She is my granddaughter. She is your great-granddaughter. Her name is Soleil, it means sun."
She dropped the phone into her lap, her head leaning backwards, and she took a deep breath.
At that moment I knew that she was about to tell me something, and I waited, hoping desperately that it would contain some sort of important
information that would lead me to my mother's roots.
She looked at me reflectively for a moment, and then began her tale.
"When I was a girl, growing up in Poland..."
My mind began to race. Finally, information! I bent forward to listen intently.
She told me of growing up in Poland and eventually being initiated into a secret society where she had become privy to information of the roots of
humanity, it's true history. There were two opposing sides of this society, each having their vision of the ultimate redemption of mankind.
"Before the dawn of mankind, some many thousand of years ago, Earth was colonized by two opposing factions, the Hazions and the Harians. The Hazions
sought to rape the world of it's natural resources, and the Harians sought to preserve it. Each faction created an army through genetic manipulation.
Eventually, after being at war with each other, these armies, humanity, banded together to oppose their leaders. Although the Harians and the Hazions
were much more technologically advanced, eventually through their wit, the humans were able to overcome their oppressors, and tricked them each into
trapping themselves, within their own technology. One faction was trapped in a deep abyss, the other in a vessel. Some stories say that the vessel
they were trapped in was the Trojan Horse of legend, and in other stories an ark.
Some of the prisoners of humanity, were set free in hopes that they would teach humanity their technology, and they eventually became the forefathers
of the great kings of the world. They bred with the humans, and have kept their knowledge secret to all but a chosen few. The other faction has
remained trapped in their abyss protected by an immense piece of diamond. Before the war, a small portion of this diamond was removed and some of them
were allowed to be released so that they could teach the technology stored within the diamond. There was an attempt to rid the world of the opposing
influence, and the scientists committed the atrocities now known as the Holocaust. Within the camps the newly released captives bred thier own
children in secret nurseries.
I had a daughter, but she died after she was born, but I didn't want to tell her father .You see, granddaughter, your mother is a Harion child, and I
TO BE CONTINUED...