Explosive Revelations About UFOs, Jesus, Moses, The Israelites, Mohammad, The Quran, Dwight Eisenhower, US Congress, And New World Order By An Anunnaki's Wife!

By Kurt Rosenstadt

Cover of the Revelation of an Anunnaki Wife, the story of Victoria and her husband, an alien from Zeta Reticuli. Notice, Virgin Mary, the child Jesus,  Eisenhower, the US Capitol and Eisenhower photos on the cover of the book; all play a paramount role in the book.

It seems like a science fiction story, or a sequel to Jules Verne's visionary tales, but it is factual. I am referring to a series of revelations by a London based woman who claimed that she is the wife of an extraterrestrial. Her revelations as outlined in a letter she sent to two authors will offend many religious people, including Jews, Christians and Muslims. No question, fervent believers in their religion will look upon this woman's claims  as the ultimate blasphemy and pure non-sense.

Here is the whole story; a woman by the name of Victoria contacted authors Maximillien de Lafayette and Ilil Arbel to reveal secrets about current heads of states, members of the United States Congress and the founders of the world's greatest religions. She claimed to be the wife of an alien who is 9,000 year old. His name is Sinharmarduchk who belongs to  the Anunnaki's extraterrestrial race. Dr. Zecharia Sitchen popularized the Anunnaki in his novels and essays. According to Sitchin, the Anunnaki created the human race, not the Judeo-Christian God. Victoria, the wife of Sinharmarduchk confirmed Sitchin's theory. Lafayette said: "The story was recently sent to me in a letter. As soon as I opened it and read the first few lines, I knew this was extraordinary, and as I kept reading I realized it was explosive. I feel it is my duty to bring the knowledge it gives to everyone, and indeed the writer gave me permission to publish her story, as long as her privacy is maintained. Since I only know her as Victoria, which is not her real name, nor do I know her address, keeping this condition would not be difficult. Some of the readers may be shocked, others may feel elated, but no one who will read it will be able to ignore the facts and their interpretation. I am printing the letter as it was sent – no editing, no comment. Let Victoria speak for herself.

 Victoria’s letter:

Dear Mr. de Lafayette: After much soul-searching, I have decided to write to you. Because of my unique experience, I have read many books about the Anunnaki, but your book, The Anunnaki’s Genetic Creation of the Human Race was the one nearest the truth, and I appreciated its spirit of investigation and non-judgmental attitude. However, there is much in there which is incorrect. The wrong material was based on articles and statements of American Ufologists, and unfortunately, they lack the necessary knowledge. Allow me to give you an example. Most of the people who claim to have met the aliens describe them as three to four  feet tall, gray, and possessing big, dark, bug eyes. This is not the case. Some of the aliens do, indeed, answer to this description, but generally they do not, and often they look just like us since they are shape changers. When the alien appears to you, the first thing you notice is dusty light with tiny particles in it. Soon the particles begin to coagulate, to form a center, and suddenly you see the form of small baby. Then, an explosion-like phenomenon occurs, and the shape changes to a grown human, but it is deformed, as if still adjusting itself. For example, his back may overlap his neck, or part of his hips extends far from his body. That lasts a few minutes, and then the shape rearranges itself into a perfectly normal human. 

You may wonder how I know, maybe even think I am being arrogant and unreasonable. But this is not so. My certainty is based upon my personal relationship with the Anunnaki, and particularly, with the one who is, to all intents and purposes, my husband, even if our marriage ceremony was non-traditional. I would also like to note that my alien husband does not object to my revelations. In fact, since the year 2012 is almost upon us (and I don’t have to tell you the significance of this year) he feels the time has come to be more open about the relationship between humans and extraterrestrials. The first time the alien appeared to me, many years ago, his eyes looked like glittering light. I could not take my own eyes off them, and could not move, as if I were hypnotized. Then, his eyes calmed down, became normal, and immediately I felt I could move again. Another claim which I did not find to be true is that the aliens speak to us telepathically. It was nothing of the sort with me. The alien spoke, but that was even stranger than telepathy, because at first he sounded like an old record that was played at the wrong speed – fast, squeaky, scratching. Then the sound adjusted, and the voice became a normal human voice. A very pleasant human voice. What really upsets me, though, is the idea that all aliens are out to rape, mutilate, and generally harm their abductees. This was not the case with me – exactly the opposite. I have never met such respect, such gentleness, such willingness to accommodate the other person, in any human being. Nor was I abducted in the sense that anything was done against my wishes. True, I was asleep in my bed, and I woke up in a strange place, but as soon as I got out of my strange inability to move, and Sinharmarduchk adjusted his voice, he immediately reassured me I was a guest, that I could go home any minute I chose to, and that all he wanted was to tell me certain things he felt I should know. I could see no reason to object, seeing here was an opportunity to learn so much, and that no harm would come to me. Besides, Sinharmarduchk was so incredibly handsome and charming, I rather enjoyed his companionship and did not see any reason to cut my visit short. Therefore, I expressed my gratitude for the invitation, and was ready to listen.

The first thing Sinharmarduchk told me, after introducing himself, was indeed a shock. He informed me that I am a descendant of the Anunnaki! That I am really and truly one of them. While shocking, it made a strange sort of sense. You see, Mr. de Lafayette, I did not really know my birth parents. I was adopted in infancy by a wonderful couple who made excellent parents and loved me very much. I would have known I was adopted even if they had not told me, because here I was with olive skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes, while my parents, who came from England, were both blond. When I expressed a wish, as a teenager, to find out who my birth parents were, they tried to help, but we did not have much luck, so I gave up. All the information was locked up and unavailable. Therefore, when my new alien friend informed me that my ancestry went back to the relationship between the early Anunnaki and the “daughters of man,” I was shocked, but not for long. Apparently, I was born in Iraq, and my birth parents were Ashurians, who are Middle Eastern Christians, related to the Syriac, who still speak Aramaic among themselves. “Would you like to speak your own language?” asked Sinharmarduchk, smiling, his large, black, Anunnaki eyes full of humor. “Of course,” I said. “But it would probably take years to learn, right?” “Wrong,” said Sinharmarduchk. He looked into my eyes, and his own eyes started acting as before, with the hypnotic glittering light. I felt paralyzed again, but only for a few seconds. Then it stopped, I shook myself, and to my utter disbelief found myself talking and understanding a language that I have never heard before. “Will I forget it as soon as I go home?” I asked. “No, it is my gift to you. You can now read it, too.” I was thrilled. From then on we always speak Aramaic between us. Anyway, I have so much to tell you, Mr. de Lafayette, so possibly my own story is of less importance than the revelations and knowledge I acquired from Sinharmarduchk. The Anunnaki live for thousands of years, and their understanding of history is very deep. We, who live such short lives, make many historical mistakes, even when written records are available. Take, for instance, the issue of Jesus and the crucifixion. I was raised a Presbyterian, and my parents took me quite often to church. It had become a habit and I never questioned or even thought about the Crucifixion. Well, imagine my surprise when Sinharmarduchk told me that Jesus did not die on the cross! I hope I am not upsetting anyone, but the real story involves the existence of two tombs. Apparently, two disciples planned it all out with Jesus’ mother and with his wife, Mary Magdalene. One of them gave Jesus a rag soaked in something that made him sleep. Later in the day he was indeed stabbed with a spear, but not fatally, and at sunset the soldiers assumed he was dead and took him down. The two disciples that had arranged the matter wrapped him with a shroud, and took him to a faraway cave to hide him and help him recover, but then they took the bloody shroud and left it in the tomb everyone expected him to be in. He was never there, and in the morning, the other disciples, or anyone else interested in him, assumed he left the tomb and left the shroud there, thus giving rise to the story of the resurrection. They took Jesus secretly to Phoenicia, where he fully recovered, then put him and his wife on a Phoenician boat that went to Cyprus. Eventually, they fled to Marseille, where they settled permanently and had children. Jesus worked in his profession, a handyman (he never really was a carpenter, this is a translation mistake), lived peacefully, and avoided all matters of religion for the rest of his life. His descendants lived in France, and perhaps some of them still exist, I really don’t know.

“Does that story bother you?” asked Sinharmarduchk. “Not at all,” I said. “I am no longer a religious person, and I would much rather know the truth than live in ignorance.” Sinharmarduchk smiled with appreciation. Apparently he liked to see that I kept an open mind.  Also, another major revelation about other great religions such as Islam, Sinharmarduchk told me that the Koran, the holy book I really admire and respect, did not descend on Muhammad from Heaven, but he learned it from a Christian ascetic monk in the desert. This monk was known in the area as “Raheb Bouhayrah” meaning, priest, or monk, of the lake. After all, Muhammad could not read and write, as is well known. He had to remember by heart what the priest told him on a weekly basis. Also, I must tell you that Moses never left Egypt. Not only there had never been an Exodus of the Israelites, but Moses, who was a pure Egyptian, enjoyed an illustrious career as a general in Pharaoh’s army.  Incidentally, he married a woman of a Hyskos origin, connected to the royal house, whose name was Lady Nefert. Probably you are not very religious, and will not pay attention to these details, but would you be interested to learn about very influential politicians from different countries, and belonging to different faiths, who manipulate the fate of humanity, and even very ordinary people, through an international organization headquartered in Europe? I am willing to give you their names, and a detailed description of their political and economical agenda. Please believe me, that you see them almost every day on television, where they fight each other verbally, when competing for a public office or an election. But as soon as this public charade, or masquerade, is over, they go to their secret meetings to decide the fate of nations. “I have to tell you something personal,” he said gently. “I think you are ready for it. Twelve years ago, we met for the first time. We fell in love.” This did not exactly surprise me, since I found him extremely attractive, but I was at a loss to understand why I did not remember our previous meeting, and asked him about it. “You would have remembered, but you have asked me to wipe out the memory – for a while, at least. You see, you were a very young girl, not yet in college. We were together for a while, and you became pregnant. You told me that you cannot as yet handle the burden, would rather, if possible, get on with your life, but you could not abandon the baby if you remembered him. I explained to you that this was, really, a very good decision. I had important plans for our son.”

Well, the plans were astounding. Sinharmarduchk had a family in mind, a wonderful couple that he wished would adopt our son, belonging to a very powerful Washington dynasty. He wanted our son to be raised as a politician, to learn the ropes, and eventually become an important member of government. The couple he had in mind was also descendants of the Anunnaki, decent, intelligent, and longing for a child. To make a long story short, he manipulated their minds to believe that the woman had given birth to this infant, and rearranged the paperwork so that the birth certificate would say so. The lady actually came out of a hospital carrying the infant, accompanied by her proud husband, and the whole hospital crew also had their minds manipulated to believe the events. He took care to do the same with the couple’s friends and relatives. Manipulating minds and events is something the Anunnaki can do very well.  “So where is the child now?” I asked Sinharmarduchk. “He is going to school in Washington, doing very well. Our son will grow up to be a credit to us.”