Chapter 37: The Whisper of the Annuanki
In this revelatory chapter, the origins of humanity are traced back to the ancient visitors known as the Annuanki—beings of sound, vibration, and quantum travel. Long before recorded history, they arrived not only for gold but for Earth’s hidden frequencies, building pyramids as Stargates to other realms. Their towering slaves, left behind, mingled with the wild creatures of Earth, giving rise to forgotten hybrid children—us. Now scattered and amnesiac, these descendants search unconsciously for the vibrational codes left by their creators, hoping to find their way back home through the ancient hums embedded in stone, bone, and dream.
THE TIN CAN AND THE TOMATO GARDEN
Keith Kalm
6/30/20252 min read
"Chapter 37: the annuanki were here before we were we. They came with slaves, and not just for gold, but for many precious metals, which they used to line their palaces. They had master the use of sound, vibration, no need for machines to travel, using quantum vibrations, they can travel the universe in a sneeze. They built the pyramids long before Egypt was there as temples to harness their sound waves, and transport to other realms like a Stargate . They left behind codes in hopes that their children would find their way home, those that giants, their slaves left behind, and mated and merged with the animals of the land, and had children of Earth, who resemble ao many other children of universe. All lost. All trying to find their way home. To find the messages their creators left behind. "
Chapter 37: The Whisper of the Annuanki
Long before we were called humans, before our myths turned to scripture, and our dreams became history, they came—the Annuanki. Not from the stars as we once thought, but through them. They arrived not in ships, but through frequency—through the silent hum of space itself. A sneeze in the quantum field and they were here, stepping into a young Earth as if through a mirror of mind.
They brought with them not machines, but slaves—giants bred from other worlds, with strength to carve mountains and minds muted by obedience. Gold was not their only desire. They harvested iridium, platinum, bismuth, osmium—metals we barely know how to name—each used not for wealth, but for resonance, to line the chambers of their temples and amplify the frequencies they sang into the Earth.
They built with sound. No cranes. No ropes. Only tonality. The pyramids? Just tuning forks in stone, vibrating portals to realms beyond this one—Stargates etched in symmetry. Each monolith, each stone laid not by hand, but by harmony.
They did not intend to stay. Earth was a node, not a home.
But something unexpected happened.
The giants—their servants—wandered too far. They drank from our rivers, laid down in our forests, and felt a yearning they had never known before. They found the wild ones of Earth—beasts, beings, and spirits—and merged with them, not out of command, but desire. And from their unions came the first Earth-born hybrids—creatures of both star and soil. Us.
We were not planned. We were not forbidden. We were forgotten.
And in their haste to leave, the Annuanki left behind messages—codes buried in coral, sung into crystals, inscribed in DNA. They left them for us, their grandchildren, to someday remember. To follow the sound back to the stars. To find home not in a place, but in a frequency.
But we’ve been lost. Generations turned myth into bedtime stories. Giants became fairy tales. Vibrations became noise. And now here we are, children of children of children—wandering this Earth, feeling the ache of a home we never knew, searching for songs we’ve forgotten how to hear.
Still... sometimes, in dreams, we hear the hum. The pulse beneath the oceans. The echo in the caves. The whisper in our bones.
They are calling us home.