The Orion Protocol:
Part 4
Tibet–India Border, 17 Kilometers South of Mount Kailash
At sunrise, the snow around Mount Kailash shimmered unnaturally—like a mirror reflecting a second sun. A monk in ochre robes stood motionless on a ledge, whispering mantras into the wind.
Unseen beneath his feet, buried kilometers deep in the sacred mountain, something ancient stirred.
The Chinese PLA and Indian forces had surrounded the area for decades, under the pretense of “disputed territory.” But it wasn’t political tension that kept it sealed.
It was fear of what lay below.
Subterranean Entry Point Alpha-K: 1600m Beneath Mount Kailash
Dr. Mira Vyas stepped out of the reinforced hover-drill capsule, her breath visible despite the geothermal heat.
This was the Kailash Vault, previously accessed only once—during an unauthorized expedition in 1939 by the Nazi Ahnenerbe Society. That mission had vanished, but not before transmitting a single encoded phrase:
“Das Tor zur Orion—The Gate to Orion.”
Mira walked through the vault, her team of six elite researchers and defense officers trailing behind. The walls were not natural cave—they were made of a seamless, black metallic stone, completely non-reflective, and absorbing their torchlight like a sponge.
At the chamber’s heart lay a tetrahedron, hovering, slowly rotating, humming at 432 Hz—the same sacred frequency encoded in ancient Vedic music, the pyramids of Giza, and now… the Vimana.
New Delhi – Project Vimana Command Center
Dr. Krishan Iyer watched the seismic data scroll across the screen. Mount Kailash’s magnetic signature was pulsing in binary bursts—but not random ones.
A linguistics AI flagged it as a countdown. Not linear, but celestial—tied to the rotation of Orion’s stars. Mira’s exposure to the Kailasa orb and Vimana-1 had triggered it.
The AI translated the pulses into a message:
“Gate 2 open. Awaiting resonance alignment.
Blood of Seeded required for full awakening.”
Iyer frowned.
“Blood of Seeded… what does that mean?”
One analyst replied, pale-faced: “It could mean someone with engineered DNA. Not fully human.”
Kailash Chamber – Inside the Tetrahedron Vault
As Mira approached the tetrahedron, it spun faster. Glyphs appeared on its surface—symbols matching the Vimana cockpit, the orb from Ellora, and cave markings from Tiwanaku.
When Mira touched it, her mind filled with another memory not her own.
> The world… 13,000 years ago.
The Orionians standing before Earth’s leaders—human hybrids—offering them a pact.
A network of “Stargates” sealed across Earth, to reopen only when humanity could bear the truth.
The pact was broken. The gates closed. The Watchers left.
But before they did, they implanted memories inside a bloodline—a Seeded Lineage.
Tears streamed down Mira’s face.
She was one of them.
Langley – CIA Deep Vault Omega
Global agencies were in panic. Mira’s DNA tests had confirmed non-human sequences in her mitochondrial DNA—segments never recorded in any other population on Earth.
She wasn’t alien. She was designed.
A hybrid descendent of the first “Seeded.”
And she had activated two of the Four Gates.
The world governments didn’t know what that meant—but in ancient records, it always pointed to one thing:
Return.
Gobi Desert, China – Site of Gate 3
Satellite imaging detected strange heat signatures in the Gobi Desert, forming a perfect hexagon across 8 kilometers.
Inside that area, a pyramid structure buried under sand began to tremble.
It matched the design of a theoretical structure mentioned in the Book of Enoch, and again in Mayan prophecy.
The third gate was beginning to wake.
Mount Kailash – Hours Later
Suddenly, the tetrahedron inside Kailash cracked open.
A humanoid figure emerged. At first, it appeared lifeless—but then its eyes opened: bright silver, with a spiraling iris that seemed infinite.
It looked human, but wasn’t.
It floated, not walked, toward Mira. She stepped back instinctively, but the being raised a hand—calming.
It spoke not with a mouth, but directly into her consciousness:
“Child of the Pact… you bear the resonance.
The human species stands at its fulcrum.
If they rise, we rise. If they fall, we shall not intervene again.”
Mira could barely speak, but she managed:
“Why now? Why me?”
“Because you are both.
A bridge. A code.
And… we are no longer alone.”
Final Scene – Moon Orbit
The triangular ship above the Moon began to split apart—into three smaller craft. Each one rotated and pointed toward Earth, their undersides glowing with symbols from different ancient cultures:
Egyptian
Indian
Sumerian
Mayan
Norse
One central glyph pulsed on all of them—the symbol for Orion.
They were coming
