Field Marshal Marquez

Bastante rolled down the mountains like a raging river, laughing and crying his way into Babylon.
      He drove through ancient forests guarded by elves and owls, following rivers and streams upstream as they coursed out towards the Great Western Ocean.  He passed out of the Great Northwestern Forest, across the razed and zombified Central Valley, into the foothills of the High Western Mountains.  There he briefly held council with the local peace chiefs, Elven-gene reincarnates with dormant dna who appeared fully human, with latent characteristics of, you know, elves.

The elves were reincarnating.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was a king, although young.  Mother Earth - Gaia - was singing a new tune, a higher vibration, and her tone demanded a harmony that manifested as a choir of spiritual beings taking physical form, a spiritual army of devas and brahmas, angels and arcangels, returning to Earth to bring harmony and balance back to the physical dimension.

Slowly, slowly, the dawning of the Sat Yuga began to begin.

Bastante lived time backwards.  He saw the Sat Yuga in its full glory - it was his true home.  He didn't belong here in Apocolyptic Babylon, and neither did his army.  But it was required of them, and in order to find their way home the Elves had to pull off a trick of reverse-engineering.  Starting off in the Sat Yuga, Bastante and his army were required to reverse-engineer the journey back to Babylon, so they could figure out how to get there from here.

It was coming together.  Not fast enough, nor clearly enough, nor cogently enough, but revelation had done its work, and Bastante had glimpsed the path through the darkness.

Slowly, painstakingly, Bastante Solipsis Marquez and his spirital army were ushering in the Golden Age.  He was a commander of Rainbow Warriors, getting good at it out of necessity.  Nobody saw the full picture of how to get there from here as he did.  He had done the reverse engineering in its entirely within his mind, and all the nuances had been worked out.  He needed the army to implement the plan, and the army needed the plan to implement.  Everyone was here for a reason.

His real name wasn't Bastante Solipsis Marquez, of course.  His real name was Quetzlcoatl.