This is a short story. A work of fiction. You must decide if it has the potential to be a reality or perhaps it already is. Is it our Future or are we its past?
He clenched his fists and shut tight his mouth. He would not become a victim. He fought them as he always had and would. He would not scream in pain or shout loud unheard protests. The daily almost non-stop pain was invisible it could not be seen. It was an energy so severe in its amplitude that it almost made him stagger to his knees. One day he would confront those in authority who allowed his daily torture. He is a man of Principle and they have failed in their duty both legal and moral to ensure that his right to be a human being was provided with no hindrance or obstruction. He would not die because of their efforts – God sought him for this final battle of Good against all the Evil that beats as a twisted deformed serpent deep in the faltering heart of mankind.
The CIA agent – a reluctant heroine knew of him. She did not understand the importance and looming urgency of accompanying him to Washington to brief the Joint Chiefs of Staff on matters relating to the Security of the United States of America, Russia and China. For if she did then I would not have to write this for him and you would not be reading it. The pain she could not imagine. For the pain she had experienced was from a known source. She could and did deny it an existence. He would have to wait for his opportunity to provide that denial. There was no time to ponder events only an urgency to master. Her briefing had been precise in its ambiguity for then it had only been the persistence of one man who had attracted the attention of the highest Office. She had left the Oval Office with a renewed sense of duty – for that is what her President inspired in those who served the Nation. “Find out if its all true” the President had said to her.
She had to be sure of the extent of the Evil – these ‘Other World’s’. The ‘Organisation’ had created Worlds in which they alone ruled and they co-existed with the existing world. A Social Experiment and Research Group that had conned the World into believing it was for the common good when in fact it was for selfish gain and depravities satisfaction. It gave Government consul. It penetrated International Organisations and Business. It demanded loyalty but gave none. It sought obedience and extinguished oppisation. It made buying decisions for multinationals. People were told what and where to buy, where to eat. It directed traffic and organised gang stalking on an International Level. It gave employment and it decided who business would employ. It has infiltrated the Military and Security Services. It has absolute control over the Media. It has hacked computer systems all over the World and sought to control the Internet. It has accessed bank accounts and has perpetrated fraud in its billions of dollars. It controls International Aid donations. It is so myriad in its deception that it no longer knows to whom it answers. It used biotechnology as its weapon. An interconnectedness of thought that sought to control and reveal. It has built energy amplitude as a control system. Whole communities brought to their knees in subjugation. It answers to nobody and provides for none. It is a magnet for every Evil attachment in the World. It offers sanctuary to the terrorist, safe haven for the criminal and power for those who seek it to exploit the defenseless. You the People are part of it and you the People pay for it. Behind it are those you will never meet. They do not want you. They want your World.
But he knew. He knew that in the room they watched and waited. They had waited a long time. Soon their destiny would be satisfied. She had to know that everything was planned for. Except this. They read his words. A momentary thread of apprehension ran through their room. A missile was launched.
She had a moment of confusion. Who is who in this jungle of deception? It does not matter he said. They do not matter. They are not relevant. All they are is a collection of the lazy, the selfish, the greedy and the Evil. It is those in the room in a far-off deep place watching that you want. But for that to come first we must prepare. They are already prepared. They have spent a century more preparing. Another missile was launched. They blamed the sudden destruction of the house on a gas explosion. The whole family were killed.
The ‘Organisation’ had an abundance of playgrounds for those who would smile in sick disgusting Evil satisfaction as a child was brutally raped and women were treated as nothing more than mounds of pounded bloody pleasure. Evil now sat in the World as a rotten deformed lynch-pin on which to leverage every twisted sick desire mankind was capable of throwing up as a vomit of greed, selfishness and Power.
Governments were involved. Her own too. She knew that a ‘cover-up’ was underway with some sacrificial lambs of the Organization – those who were involved with Governments – disappearing and with them much of the evidence of senior members of Government Involvement. The image of screaming men and women being dropped into shark-infested waters came to mind. She knew that a Government under threat would ensure that the sharks were well-fed.
The well-dressed and smooth talking management of this modern Dante’s Inferno – the ‘Organisation’ did not know of her for if they did then she would become part of the mound of soil beneath which lay countless others who had questioned their right to Evil. The stench was everywhere. She walked past room after room of mindless tortured depravity. Inside, the once-screaming but now silent men women and children lay bloodied, starving and some butchered for their body parts. They had been lured into the cavernous buildings with promises of untold wealth and comfort in a world of their choosing.
She knew. She walked into a corner of the stinking frantic room of wanton hunger and threw up. She knew what is was they were eating. She found the refrigerated container outside. She looked inside. The bodies were hanging from hooks. All sizes. Most already trimmed of their arms and legs. Entrails scattered everywhere. She slowly took out her Smith and Wesson. The small silencer already fitted. She put the muzzle to the gnawing apparition of Evil’s head – he looked up at her and smiled as if seeking appreciation. She fired her bullet of Justice. The baby was still alive. She cradled her so softly for when the innocent are naught but the evidence of Evil’s gluttony the care you give is your very soul reaching out to them. Outside was total confusion. The Marine knew. She gave him the baby. Good luck m’am – they knew she had her work to do.
Her imagination sought to bring to life the sound of the fingernails as they bled red with frantic energy trying to gnaw into a solid steel door. She kept moving from one terrible wretched scene to the next. Their fatal acquiescence was unbelievable. Surely they could see that the screaming shouting people who herded them along like cattle to the slaughter were drug-crazed and totally immersed in their psychosis of fear and evil selfishness.
More men, woman and children lay rotting in a facility close by. Their corpses now maggot-infested in the darkness of a locked and windowless warehouse. The Police helicopter hovered overhead videoing everything but doing nothing. The Government denied all responsibility. So confident were they of their People’s inability to robustly question the Government’s version of their World that they allowed ‘this other world’ to co-exist alongside that of their own.
However, they did not understand the depth of feeling that a whole world could show when faced with an atrocity of a cruelty of crime. Not born in the horrors of Auschwitz they simply could not conceive that when a group of people are left to create their own world then every evil desire will run roughshod over democracy human rights and the law. Photos and video recordings of the horrors were beginning to show on the Internet. Some media now began to question the cloak of secrecy. Some demanded to see him – he who sought only that which the law promised but never gave- Justice and Equality. This despite the fact the the ‘Organisation’ had total control of all media.
But now with the first terrible stories of what had been done the Governments tried to create a remoteness from the increasingly difficult to explain disappearance of friends and relatives by stating that this other world was the creation of the peoples themselves.
She knew others had come before but so tangled was the horrific web of lies and deceit that this Hell was founded on that her Agency had no idea they were dead – some buried alive by those who sought their death as an entertainment.
She knew the Police were watching. She could not believe that the Police were actually assisting those who sought to do him harm. Her own reality shocked by their apathy of horror. They appeared oblivious to the horrors they were helping too create.
The stench of death grew stronger by the hour as did the mounting evidence being filmed by the undercover agents of the CIA. Mossad and MI6. She knew that other Agencies were involved but she had been told to trust nobody. Hardened as she was to the depravity of the human condition she shuddered in cold fury as she watched children being wrenched from their parents as part of the condition of the ‘other-world’.
Slowly she began to understand the extent of the otherworld. It was not one but many. A franchise of Evil sold time and time again around the world. Traded and borrowed for it permeated every part of society – so much so that it became the New world Order. Each group of involvement were sworn to secrecy. They considered themselves to be the only ‘World’ involved for which they would receive handsome reward. Except 7 billion people were told the same. She could not grasp the enormity of it all. Were these Worlds of greed such a strangulation to the soul that it blinded mankind to most depraved and gouged Evil ever to stalk humanity?
She watched the recording of the member of Parliament laughing as he took another snort of Columbia’s finest. The little girl next to him asked if she could have some more. He willingly obliged. Later the recording would be shown to him. Now he was owned by the New World Order. He now a lackey of Evil in partnership with the franchise of Death.
The little girl? Long gone. Her life was his depravity and that of others. The poor soul knew no other life. The ‘otherworld’ had bred her for depravity to use and then kill – her body eaten by the otherworld sub world of cannibalism. For what the once innocent agent from the CIA would find is that the ‘otherworld’ has sub-worlds – each a pit of fifth and evil such as had never been seen before. Its embryonic slither of death – Auschwitz. I say innocent of the CIA agent because once you have seen mankind’s vortex of evil then you can only ever seek with your life to destroy it – and for that you must lose your innocence.
An innocence that sought only the Law as the commanding answer to mankind’s evil acts. Now the CIA agent knew that God’s demand of an eye for any eye was the answer to her loss of innocence. The rising tide of evil had to know that there were ‘consequences’ of their complicity with Satan.
Under the Antarctic the nuclear submarine armed with its fusion of Armageddon sat silent and watchful. Then the alarm sounded. ‘This is not an exercise. Repeat this is not an exercise. Prepare to arm your nuclear missiles’. In Washington it was a stunning Autumn’s Day full of colour and summer’s memory. The President completely oblivious to the fact that one of the United States Nuclear Submarines was getting ready to go to war.
The CIA Agent did not yet know that this maelstrom of twisted humanity was not just a culmination of a global con. That behind its sick disguise was a final threat to mankind survival………………… The submarine in the Antarctic changed course – it began to journey to the area where it could launch is nuclear missiles on Moscow – except that it was not Moscow but New York that was to receive its umbrella of nuclear chemical suffocation. The World of the nuclear submarine was now in another reality.
The CIA agent did not know that time was running out. She did not know that unless she found the communication centre she would not be able to confirm to the President the Global connectedness and extent of all these worlds. For those in Authority maintained that the group they knew acted in isolation – they denied responsibility for any Global Group that could wander the World committing any crime they wanted to with no penalty.
She kept reading his transcript. He kept writing it. For he knew that she would be reading it – looking for vital clues as to the depth of this complexity of realities – intended to confuse almost hourly with new lies and deceit.
They had to stop him getting to Washington. He wrote carefully trying to signpost the way for the CIA Agent. He had hoped it would be MI5/6 but they did not appear to be able to comprehend the complexity as the CIA had. He laughed to himself – perhaps MI5/6 had to get a Bus due to budget cuts.
She did not hesitate. She could not. She put her Smith and Wesson to his head and pulled the trigger. She kicked him aside. She sat down next to the little girl and cried and cried and cried. ‘Why are you like this’ she shouted to the people. ‘She cannot be more than five years old’. The little girl’s face was covered in thick garish makeup – her body bloodied torn and dead. She looked at the people. They just stared at her as if she were a visitor from another Planet. No guilt, no recognition of the horrors they had just witnessed. ‘Why’ she shouted ‘Why? Nobody answered. Instead they looked around as if seeking an order or direction. The Marines pushed them aside and came to her. The people looked confused. One man shouted – ‘ I want my money back, I want a refund’. Another asked if this too was part of the experiment. A camera crew wondered if they should stop streaming live to the websites. Now she knew. Now she understood his warnings. These Worlds were real. They are the World for these People.
It was quiet on the submarine. The men and women inside this catacomb of anticipated cataclysmic implosion grim, disciplined and dutiful. They were at war. Russia had launched missiles on New York and Washington. They were to launch their billets of death on Moscow as ordered by the President of the United States of America. However, A reality is subjective. It can exist in one world and not another. A long time ago a plan was made and the submarine about to launch its nuclear warhead on an innocent Moscow was part of that plan.
Our heroine has to find the communications center. The one that links all the world’s up. This Evil is not merely the bucket of man’s depravity it is part of a New World Order to be. All will be watched. Most of you already are. They watch you at home, at work, in the changing rooms, in the schoolrooms, in the loos, in the bedroom, in the Hotels, in the coffeeshops. They watch and they command and they profit. You are never alone. Everyday more are added to those who watch through their own eyes – wified to the World. She stopped dead. She has just read this. Another parallel line of thought has entered her conscious. The urgency was almost ready to become a reality.
The President told him leave. He is reading this. The aide mumbled his apologies and left the Oval Office. The Russian President stopped. What if it were true. He crossed himself. The British Prime Minister laughed. Absolute poppycock. As if all this could happen and we did not know. But she knew he would march. The Israeli Prime Minister knew and he was filled with dread for what is was he did not know.
The CIA agent did not stay to watch as the the People were lead away to be interviewed and charged. Many of them angry and protesting as if they had a right to be participants in the demonic scene she had brought to an end with her bullet of Justice. She wondered if she was awake in a nightmare. Surely she said to herself these people are not from the human race? They had watched and did nothing whilst the little girl was brutally raped to death. As she walked out of the stinking fetid building she glimpsed some Hells Angels carrying out children still alive. Hard, big men whose eyes were blinded by tears, shaking with anger and they vocal in their search for Justice for the children. A waiting line of ambulances like a conveyor belt of mercy took the children to a waiting hospital – and some to the morgues.
She had seen the film of the local population who lived near Auschwitz being led past the horrific scenes of the concentration camp. But this was worse. Far worse.
Inside the huge hall with the flags of all the Nations of the World hanging from the giant structural ceiling the Question and Answer Sessions were becoming more heated and very angry. The People now knew that these were the same people they had seen yesterday, the day before yesterday and each day for the last week. She watched as the anger of the people grew. The maze of buildings and the torrent of continual lies confused her.
He knew she was being swamped with so many realities that she would lose herself in a confusion of lies.He started writing.
This is a short story. A work of fiction. You must decide if it has the potential to be a reality or perhaps it already is. If you care then you must decide.
I know that you are there. But you do not have the luxury of time to listen to the lies and dishonesty. There is too much at stake. There is another reality. It began in 1945 and it has never stopped. ……She turned her head to one side. No it’s not possible. Surely not after all this time. How could it be she wondered.
The submarine was not alone – there are others.
She had walked the shadows and lit the chandlers in her quest for the truth. Now in the mire and mud of the lies and bullying by the ‘People of the Organisation’ she read his words again. She read that some of those who spoke were robotic puppets. Their voices not their own and less than human – embryonic human clones powered not by the soul of God but by the binary digits of mankind. He warned her to closely watch the eyes and hands, to note muscle movements and speech delays.
The President should always heed the words of those who would fight and die for freedom, Justice and Democracy …..He is warning the President of the United States of America that he should carefully review his security detail to ensure it is not compromised by the latest technologies. He should know that some loyalties have changed – of that he should be wary. She too read these words and her agreement gave legitimacy to his warning. She confirmed its transmission to the White House.
She placed herself outside of all this mangled mess of Worlds and saw for the first time that man was no longer in charge of his own destiny.
This was no time to laugh. But humour is a necessary antidote to that which seeks to subvert the soul. She burst out laughing at the sight of so many men with bowed hairy legs and whiskered chins, with bearded faces dressed in short skirts and lift me up bras with makeup smeared like on a mudcake. Many were downright ugly…….She knew that if she even found one of them in the slightest bit attractive she would have to end her life………. She caught a glimpse – they seemed to be in some sort of show. Why were they all called Tina she wondered.
She came across a building in which young boys, their faces caked with makeup flaunted their drugged sexuality, men surrounding them. She began to understand this twisted world which plundered the young as if they were fields of profit to be ploughed. The horror was as if thunder had pealed the bells of Hell. Young, confused and drugged …..
He knew that she would be swept up in the mounting anger. The schemes of terror and torture that made Auschwitz look like a training ground for all that she felt and witnessed. The Organisation would lead her down a blind alley and offer up the screaming lambs for the slaughter. How could he lead her to the door of a room in which one man was the entrails of a density that had never died nor slumbered?
Was she a study of history he wondered. She is one of the best – that is why she is still alive. Would she know of the cold water plant the Nazis had built in Norway. Could from that she place all the parts of this long trail of jigsawed death and planning to here today? But was that enough he wondered?
Could he expect his evolved Cold War warrior to take the imaginative and intuitive leap into the ‘real’ world. Had the CIA become so shadowed in its own history that it was no longer able to chart the future – no matter how unpalatable it might be. He knew that MI5/6 were too rigid, too conforming to allow the real reality to confront their own and that the Universe Kingdom was so disunited that the new emerging extremism was beginning to ‘tool up’. Could they not see the web of lies and deceit that charted the terror emerging in the UK as a spawn of this World Evil.
I can only say to you that it is all one and the same. That each strand of lies is intended to confuse you and each person is the same. Any control mechanism can only have one ultimate on/off switch and for that to exist there can only be one system of control. Would she understand he asked himself. He put down another layer if historic duplicity – one of which she would have learned of in her first year at Langley.
The United States of America did not decide to take in the Nazi Nuclear Physicists – it has already been decided on the orders of the Third Reich. He knew that she would now connect those long gone years of Evils fifth generation to the men and women who sat patiently waiting to be ‘wired up’.
The nuclear submarine was charted on two maps. One map gave its position under the Antarctica. The other approaching nuclear missile range of New York. The realities had began to merge their implosion of disbelief into a fusion of acknowledgement was not far away. The Commander’s eyes were glazed. He spoke in a monotone. No discussion was permitted. His movements appearing stiff and awkward. The crew of the USN Nuclear armed submarine did not notice – they did exactly as they were told. The President made his way to Marine One. He was looking forward to a weekend in New York. It lay there in its cocoon of steel and silent threat. Its menace even more so – for it was an airburst nuclear weapon which its Satan sister of death combined as a payload of nuclear chemical annihilation which would take out a whole population.
Her rigid and strict training had blinded her to the impossible. The enormity of what he was expecting her to believe was too much. It’s not possible she thought – not the whole world – not every person in the World?
Somewhere deep and inaccessible they laughed and applauded. ”He knows’ they said but it does not matter. Nobody is allowed to believe him. He admits the brilliance but will devour the Evil as the serpent it is. That time yet to come.
She had no idea of how high the hierarchy of Evil had penetrated until she watched the recording. There were three of them. Two men and a woman. All of them had sat in the highest of Office. They were outside at a bar or restaurant. Fir trees lined the coastal horizon. The woman pompous and cavalier. The men detached and pensive. She assured them that the man whose resolute Principle they feared would not be a threat. He would be ‘taken care of’.
She knew then that she must act alone and trust nobody. The coverup had commenced. The men and women of the Organization more paranoid, more despite more confused. Now they were the most dangerous of Criminal behaviour – unpredictable.
The coach full of children skidded to a halt. The road blocked by a line of yellow safety vests covering dirty and torn black clothes. Hair greasy, words slurred but weapons pointing their menace. The children were told it was a game. An experiment. The Teachers with them breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that the Police would not let them be harmed as it was an Experiment in Human Behaviour. The first teacher died instantly. The machete had severed her spinal cord. Her body now bundled into the waiting refrigerated van.
She was a product of a disciplined ordered World. The enemies were known, acknowledged and even approved of. It was safe that way. The Langley armchair of compliant security was safe in the knowledge that they woke up to a world full of known menace which it was their duty to combat. A chess game in which all the moves were known and all the pieces named. She had to take that step back. He wanted her to view the entanglement of madness from above. To see the huge studios all over the World each a mirror of the other. He wanted her to take one mad evil disjointed world and examine it in minute and them look for its companions of Satan’s soul.
She needed to imagine the World’s in existence if each disgusting perverted need of mankind was able to be salved with its own existence. Then she had to ask why? What is the purpose of all this? None to its participants other than monetary gain to those who had invested in the commerce of feat and initiation. but the ability to control to those who sought to Control – A New World Order. ‘From out of the chaos shall come that which mankind can only survive with – a higher order’. He slammed the desk ‘Heil Hitler. They stood to attention ‘Heil Hitler they shouted in obedient chorus.
Somewhere in the hallowed halls and dusky corridors of WhiteHall Power a timing mechanism came to life. MI5/6 too cloaked in the confusion of a system of democracy out of control and with it a growing disaffection with all of Government and its Agencies. The timing mechanism was connected to the heartbeat of a system of explosive atomic maelstrom that had been laid with a duplicity that fed off the ordered Government and Military system of the United Kingdom. ‘Their paperwork was in order’ he said when questioned by the probing and now urgently concerning MI5 agents..
She had to know that certain ‘world-changing’ events were now unavoidable. She had to know that for unless she did she would not be able to see that it was the future of mankind she was fighting for not its present.
They controlled every avenue of the Media. The greed and selfishness of the Media fed fuel to their ability to ensure that only their World was reported. In some countries the People angered by the growing tales of evil crimes protested outside the embassies of those countries most involved in the promotion and support of ‘Organization’. But the Media complaint in their greed did not report the riots and blockades of the embassies.
She knew of the Protests for the CIA now had an open file on the activities of ‘The Organisation’ but still she had to use her mind as an easel on which to paint the complete horrific picture. But time was running out.
The submarine lay silent now in position. The timing mechanism in London blinked its digit lights on its countdown to a firewind of Hell. The paradigm of a retribution and a New World Order was sliding its many pieces into place. The snarling fury of a man whose disjointed madness once stilled the very freedom of mankind was about to see its Final Solution.
He understood the finality of confusion that surrounded her. She had trailed the untraceable and confronted that which cannot be confronted. Langley could not stop her. Some had tried but her answer has always been – ‘What if I am right’.
He decided to provide a stepping steppe to that which needed to be climbed. He is asking her to answer these questions.
Does Evil exist as a static or a dynamic? The answer can only be ‘dynamic’. Therefore each day the World becomes more Evil and those who perpetrate Evil become more numerous.
Are all the missing nuclear weapons the components necessary to manufacture nuclear weapons under lock and key? You know the answer.
This is the oath of the Third Reich. “I swear by God this holy oath, that I will render to Adolf Hitler, Führer of the German Reich and People, Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces,unconditional obedience, and that I am ready, as a brave soldier, to risk my life at any time for this oath.”
Is there an end date to the Oath? No
Do you know how many nuclear weapons were made at Los Alamos U.S.A. by Nazis who took the Oath of allegiance to Adolf Hitler and do you know where they all are? Answer No.
Have you studied carefully the photos of the Nazi Cold Water Facility and the photographs of the Nazi Nuclear Weapons Facility? No doubt you will. See who is present and what is missing. Where and who are they and where are the missing components?
What is the exact number of people fitted with Brain to Computer Technology in the American Military. How many work in the Pentagon? How many have access to the President of the United States of America.
Are you seeing where the U.S Nuclear armed submarines really are or are you receiving what is being transmitted to you.
Is the General who has just walked into the Oval office a robot or real?
Who in DARPA is in control of computer to brain research and development. The President of the United States of America or the research group within DARPA?
Have you complete confidence that every member of DARPA and those who DARPA contract research and development to has been CIA vetted – regularly?
Has the UK Porton Down Facility been visited by a Global Research Group?
Did a high-level Australian Politician visit a chemical manufacture company to grant it an export licence. What is the chemical(s).
Who inspects and tests all of America’s underground drinking water?
He stopped. Enough had been said. He could do little more. He of course knew what demons were coiled in their chattels of doom to be leashed onto a World soon to be in turmoil. But nobody listened.
They raised their glasses in salute to him and then pressed the button. It had began.
Somewhere in the World a glass fell off a table and a flock of birds screeched into the night’s sky.
She walked out into the night. Her life had changed. It would never be the same again. She was no longer a CIA operative working under the highest security classification – so high that the CIA had no record of her. She reported directly to the Oval Office. She now was part of the mission. Forever chasing the evil that sought to smother the World in is doctrine of hate and control. An achocolypse which was intended to take the World into a twilight zone of fear, disease, hunger and finally submission. She was now a Warrior, a gladiator committed to the survival of mankind. She had assembled all the pieces and was close to knowing who they were.
Trust has to be gained, to be earned. He asked himself why did the CIA not report to him the slow escalation of evil as it incrementally coiled its way around the world step by step onto its conveyance of Hell? He shrugged – their problem. He walked out of the Oval Office. He acknowledged the Marine on duty. He always acknowledged their presence. A reminder of those who sought the defence of the Nation at the expense of their lives. He knew that a swirling thunder of confusion was about to descend on the World and within that confusion a danger so final lurked that even his ability to face all odds would be tested. Marine One thundered its whirring welcome. As he flew over Washington he received a direct message from her. She was urgently requesting support.
The Humvees sang their angry revolutions in unison. Like a fleet of descending Great Eagles the stars and stripes flying from each of these chariots of justice they sped down the highway. Each intersection a mass of blue flashing beacons of law lighting the night sky . Men women and children cheering them on thankful that at last their nightmare era of intimidation and fear was to end.
Now was time for calm and detachment. She had to brief some of the most senior members of the American Military. These men and women were grim and concentrated. They had heard the rumours. Their disbelief was mountainous. A summit of incredulity that a whole People and and their Government would let Evils depravity be their mantle.
It began as a ripple. A quick burst of energy. The water surged forward. Building up its momentum. Then the nuclear shock wave pulsed its explosive dynamics through the air and water. On the beach the children played noisily whilst their parents sunned themselves. The water rippled a little, the waves crashing gently onto the shore. Under the water the energy pulsed toward them picking up speed and forging its solid wall of relentless speed towards the beach. The children watched as the bird screamed into the sky. The stars and stripes fluttered gently in the light wind. The energy became so solid that it appeared above the surface of the water. A towering wall so high so intense that it appeared as if there was a wall sitting on the water. The sound heard by nobody was a thunderous booming cacophony of the summation of the millions of tonnes of water now coming into an apocalyptic dredge.
He was getting ready to climb out of Marine One when he received the news.
I am patient. No harm can be done to me. Otherwise I would be dead. Such are the efforts that have been made to silence me – God too wants an end to Evil.
The Trojan Warrior of the CIA had to understand that for the ‘Organisation’ the whole World had become their playpen of sordid filthy greed. Fate had selected her to light the darkness that had come to be part of some many people’s lives. However, she had to understand that each hour more children were being sucked into the filthy pit of drugged sexual excess that the Governments had so studiously sought to ignore.
He fell back into his seat. So many dead. How? Why? What needed to be done? His thoughts an accompaniment to the whirling blades of Marine One.
She had to know that there would be no going back. He looked into the future. He was alone. He was standing outside Terminal 5 at Heathrow London. He started the walk. As he walked other silently joined him. First a young girl, then an elderly man then 10 more, soon 100 more. They came out of side streets, got off buses, cabs pulled up. All silent grim and determined. All colors, all creeds all ages. 1000, then 10,000 then 100,000 then a million. All silent. Soon the ambulances arrived, Nurses carrying children saved from the very same Organization that the Government has denied all responsibility for. Each intersection guarded by serious men and women in blue as if f they were the batons of the people, silent watchful for these are their people. They the guardians now ready to protect them from the shouting screaming gargoyles of Hell who for so long had trampled on their lives as if they were the God and the people had not choice but to obey.
He held a young baby. The baby had no mother, no father. Its mouth a grotesque mutation by those who placed themselves in a Hell for the child to endure. More children were brought to walk with him. Women barely able to walk were placed in wheelchairs. Their bodies bruised, torn and battered. Their womanhood still bloodied from the excess of depravity they had been subjected too. Overhead the army helicopter ferried troops to the building and Government facilities that the Organisation had taken as their own.
He fell to his knees. He beat the ground with his fists. He cried with pain and roared with anger. Why? Why? He had fought in Iraq, Afghanistan. He was a man of iron. But today he was the child he had brought out in his arms so carefully, so softly. He whispered to her that everything would be alright. He laid her down. Her body no longer recognizable. Her face torn and still bleeding. The injection marks in her arms large boils of fetid toxic mess. He knew she was dead. He took his gun and went back into the building.
She had to know that whatever she had seen would be as if innocence were waiting to be plucked. For what she would see would take her to a place from which there would be no return. For when you have seen the Evil selfish place that mankind will lower itself into in order to pursue its pleasure of exploitation then you join them or extinguish them. There is no other choice.
The other World’s disgorged their vomit. Starving, penniless now without leadership. They wandered the streets.
The man stood up. The Organisation was reborn. But now it had purpose, it had doctrine and it it had automated obedience. She blinked not sure if she was dreaming. Oh how she hoped this was all a dream not the constant uncleing of nightmares. They all looked the same. Behind the man – the twisted symbol of red black and white. She saw the chemical suits.
In a building of solid reinforced concrete walls they sat silent and watchful. They the Final New World Order.
As if a lego of compilation each hour gave her the slowly mounting dawn of the reality. So complex, so intertwined and so designed to disguise the Final New World Order.
Angel woke. She had been in a deep sleep. Weary from the fight with those who sought themselves as the Jackals of Hell. She knew that they still slithered through mankind and that the great efforts and majestic sacrifice of those who died for the new life could not be wasted. Angel soared into the air. Angels light dazzling the world. Her sword shining shafts of God’s Justice on those who sought to still the onslaught of the fight against Evil that would now display to God that mankind had not deserted him. They fell screaming to the ground. The shafts of light diving out of the night sky. Each act of Evil now extracting its payment of pain from who sought to continue this pendulum of depravity and cowardly acts. They ran as if they could escape the vengeance of God. Angel her steed of retribution in full flight twisted and turned as in full gallop she mowed down all those minions of mankind who did Evils bidding. They never stopped screaming in pain. They never would.
You can no longer act on your own. Your life is now under threat. You must not go anywhere without the Marines that you know you can trust. You have the authority to take charge. You must use it. Angel unfurled her cloak of sterling protection. The CIA agent emboldened by its barrier to those who sought her destruction. She felt taller, stronger. Angel suddenly swept her sword around the CIA agent. Somebody close the CIA Agent had trusted began screaming in pain. Now she knew. Trust only your Marines and your President.
The United Nations General Assembly rose to its feet as one in acknowledgement of the right to the Human Rights so fought for by so many in bloody desperate battles for mankind’s co-existence. The slow handclap began, It did not stop. The delegates to the United Kingdom and Australia sat stony-faced eyes averted. Too ashamed to face their accusers. The United Nations Security Staff walked towards them – guns drawn in a display of the depth of their animosity to the absolute corruption of ideal. Outside the United States Department of Justice and the FBI waited with the International Arrest Warrants of the International Criminal Court.
She talked with a dreariness. A suicidal tone to her voice. She wandered from subject to subject. Her audience sat still with glazed and drugged eyes. It was as if she had almost a suicidal wish to end it all. The conviction and emotion was long-gone. Replaced by a fear. The emotion long drained out of her. She knew that only her once powerful Political position was keeping her from the snarling baying wolves of Public demand. The Organisation knew her guilty secret. They owned her. She was their chattel of political weight. It was she who gave the Organisation its legitimacy and the World its involvement. The man at the bottom of the well was dead – she and the Organisation knew why. She was alone. Her boyfriend now distanced. A politician once-Olympic stewardess sat still. The grim realisation of what they had dome slowly incrementally dawning on him as if an abyss of Hell opening up to take him – the reports of the horrors were trickling in. She was no longer a Nation’s leader now almost a victim of her own evil disregard for human rights. She knew the truth and it weighed down on her almost as a noose ready to hang her. If she knew of the pain of retribution to come to her then indeed she may hang herself. She has just read this. Screaming down the phone she demanded they do something. They were too busy preparing to leave to attend to her demands. New Worlds awaited them. Post World was more complex and required more planning.
‘Why’? What was the point he shouted. Don’t you understand. They will do whatever we tell them. We have created the human robot. Why bother with the bio-robot. He answered ‘because the bio-robot does not answer to greed and selfishness. These people can be bought and sold. Our new humans will only answer to our orders. He looked round the room. They stood obedient. Slight flashing in the eyes as the neural motors engaged themselves. They were ready. Chemical suits next to each of them.
Our heroine had to remind herself of all that she had seen. Each moment of duplicity. Each person impersonating another. She had lost count of the amount of President Trump’s she had listened to. Each glorifying the Organization and promising more funds in compensation for the Global Research Effort. Generals and Colonels were like wallpaper. They strutted about claiming to represent the Armies of the World. The Courts were in abundance. Many now empty. Once full of people impersonating Judges and Lawyers. Making judgments of millions of dollars – except they had no legitimacy and no money. The clock was ticking. She knew that the end was in sight for this Global lunacy. She also knew that those in the Organisation who were not as drugged as the lowly work vested workers and their management were preparing to leave. She watched the people wander from building to building . Some entering cavernous rooms full of promise – only to be locked in as they waited for the ‘Time Experiment’ to whisk them away to another World. Except there was no other World. No Time Travel. Some died. Some starved. Some were bludgeoned to death as they tried to escape.
Angel did not want to delay the ‘Final Battle of Good against Evil’. For out of it would come a New World. A new beginning for mankind. God had commanded that all Evil must perish. He did not want his Universe and its myriad of Galaxies to be contaminated with the Evil of Mankind. Angel mounted her waiting impatient steed of ernest hope and salvation. She drew her strength from the light of God’s foundation of a mankind that sought for him the salvation of humanity as a bedrock of equality and respect for each human. All born equal with the blessing of the Heavens. Reaching up into the dark motionless night sky she shouted to the Heavens ‘lead me the light for I am the strength of God and the Power of all that has to be, will be and shall be’. A thunder wrenched apart the night sky and a light so white as it were black now lit up a building as if the sudden discovery of a guilty secret. A gaunt silent building stood before her. The CIA Agent shielded her eyes. The light faded away. She knew. This was the Centre of Communications. The Humvees roared into urgent action. They flew across bumpy ground. People scattered in flight and fear. Dayglo workvests mown down as they screamed and shouted at the Marines to stop. The angry bark of the M27’s carrying all the anger and disgust of hardened warriors who would never lose the images of the children; drugged and used as if they were naught but objects to be thrown away when no longer of any use. They did not dare be nothing other than towering rocks of Justice and Hope. Children and women had to be saved. Now was not the time for questions.
The atmosphere in the closed and windowless room was grim. The CEO of the World’s largest vehicle manufacturer chaired the meeting. Facebook, Google and Amazon were on video link. Global corporate leaders filled the room. Bankers looked on in grim expectation. Funds Managers biting their nails in nervous anticipation of the Goliath of bad news to come.
“Gentleman. He is no longer the outside the World. He is in it. We are now outside the World we once were part of. The anger is immeasurable”………………………………………………
The pain seared through both his arms. He knew they were getting desperate, more brazen more willing to do anything they could to stop him. The Prime Minister sent his coded message. The man listened and nodded. The amplitude of energy increased in its intensity. He knew that the more that was done to him that the finger of accusation would point to those in authority who had lied their positions.
The observer from the International Criminal Court was shocked, horrified. She could not believe that she was in a Country that had laws to protect the Citizen, Treaties to consign International Human Rights and Doctors and Nurses who were legally and morally obliged to stop suffering and pain. She watched tears running down her face she almost of the point of collapse from sheer shock and horror as the child was gently put into the ambulance. The Marine was silent angry grim. His face the mirror of the child’s pain. The steel thin needles were still in the child’s head. They were long black and bloodied. The child was a baby. The Marine walked past the line of Police. He spat in their faces.
The anger grew in the large auditorium. The delegates of the United Nations General Assembly getting to their feet and shouting their anger and disgust. The motion for Economic Sanctions was passed unanimously. The Teamsters stood in a long line of righteous indignation their backs to the giant towerings mass of containers. They were the vanguard of an America that once again stood for freedom and democracy, for Justice and the right to life. They knew what was being done to him and to the children. If a Nation could vomit its disgust then this was its result. The Country who sought to destroy one man and seek the most disgusting acts on the World was becoming more isolated by the hour. They had the apparitions of Evil in their own land but now they sought to consign them to the Hell from which the twisted and misshapen acts of terror had arisen like a black sceptre on their landscape.
Angel rose up with the anger of all that God had ever suffered for and all that he had swept up as a mounting eruption of the energy of the cosmos. Angel was frustrated by mankind’s stupidity and selfishness. God’s anger passed through her gleaming upright sword of Principle and Justice and like some giant horn of sound filled the air with the anger of God. This was no momentary flash of the Power of the Almighty. This was an searing pain of echo to shake the World. To let mankind know that God was here, everywhere with the ‘Wrath of God’. Those in the pursuit of statutory and legal responsibility felt their spines crumble with the absolute cacophony of sound as it surmounted all the false promises and deceptive words. The Prime Ministers screamed in pain. Now they knew. Now there was no doubt. Their fate was to be a Hell. If a Prime Minister did not believe in God – then he or she as sure as Hell believed in God now.
The Marine blinked. “Pardon me sir. Could you repeat that”.
The Marine has a DNA. You cannot fuck with it and you cannot bullshit to it. An order is to be obeyed. The World is black and white. Good guys live and bad guys die. It’s simple and it works. It works for me and most people would love it if it could work for them.
The slightly swaying ugly mass of crumbling human shouted at the Marine. The make-up running off his face. The skin underneath pockmarked and rotten. He kept taking sips from his Class A elixir of drugs designed to keep him awake and stimulate his senses.
“Get out of my way motherfucker”. “I am the Law here. This an International Zone and you have no right to be here. When we take over an area it and the People come under our command. Now piss off and don’t tell me what to do ever again.” He never said another word. The butt of the M27 made sure of that.
Let me get this straight the Fire Officer said in a growing tone of disbelief and frustration. You are telling me that this chemical spill is part of a Civil Defence Exercise and we are not to get involved until you tell us to. We also have to pay you for the chemical you have spilled. The well-dressed suited man turned to the honey-blonde next to him whose cleavage was beginning to look insurmountable and asked her for a copy of the contract. Later the statuesque and alluring honey-blonde with pouting lips and wrinkle less face walked into the changing room grateful that dawn was approaching. She sat down with a huge sigh of relief. When she walked out of the changing room she was a 60 year old man with a Erectile Dysfunction condition, bald head, a stoop and a sagging bottom. The Changing room was busy. Flanks of makeup artists working frantically to change faces and body suits. Inserting throat microphones so that any voice any language could be spoken. Metal frames were being strapped to bodies to ensure that the high heels the men wore supported the siren curves of the honey-blond bodies. In this ‘OtherWorld’ you could be anybody you wanted. Which is why the aircraft crashed.
Er? She stopped reading. What on earth did men dressed as women have to do with aircraft.
I knew that would make you ask that question I said. Ok let’s go back and put some sort of order to this literary mayhem. You know that a Group of People are providing research efforts to Government on the basis of documenting people’s reactions to various scenarios. She nodded to herself whilst at the same time gagging on the smell. The smell was everywhere – it was the stench of people unwashed mixed with the stench of the dead. She jumped out of the Humvee. The Marines serious and aware. No more reading. She was inside the building. It hummed like a drone of bees, The light was intense. The people ordered and business like. The gallery full of suits, dresses and camera crews.
This was the hub; the Queen Bee of the ‘Other World’. Somewhere from within the mass of white coats and clipboards a short white coat came to the fore. She looked past him and stopped in sheer amazement. It was as if she was watching the second coming. Her brain could not take in what she was seeing. Her eyes grew wide as her pupils transferred this gargantuan mass of technology into her brain. It was not merely an enormity of a future it is now the present . It was fiction transformed into ‘the’ not ‘a’ reality. Trying to look less amazed than she was she walked past the short white coat and tuned into the long raised platform which ran along the inside of the building – a football pitch sized building.
She stared at the screens. A mother was bathhng her children. A couple were having sex. A man was on the toilet. President Trump was in his Oval Office. Prime Minister May was chairing a Cabinet Meeting. A groups of men were sexually assaulting a woman and her daughter. A man fired his AK47 into a crowded room. A car ran down a pedestrian. A truck rammed a car. A house was on fire. A doctor was interfering with a patient, The helicopter was taking off the USS Carl Vinson. The crew of the USN nuclear submarine were quiet and preoccupied. The Police beat up a black man. The girl ran into the shop and shot the guy on the till. The canteen at GCHQ was serving baked beans on toast. Richard Branson was detailing his new business plan. The student pulled out his automatic rifle and ran into the busy school. A computer chip was inserted into the Minute-man. NASA chiefs of Staff sat down to their Monday morning briefing. The Chinese President closed the steel door and addressed the expectant Army Colonels. President Putin cheered as his Jets fired their salcos of death. Michelle Obama sat still watching Television. The staff of the Federal Reserve clicked the timers off. The cleaning lady at 12 Millbank, Westminster, London SW1P 4QE, UK dusted the blinking screens. The Iran Embassy staff in London left for the day. The Queen of England pulled on her robe and walked into her ensuite. The Pope’s aide prepared the Pope’s vestments. The pilot wrestled with the controls of the plane as it disappeared off the radar screens. The USMC helicopter curtsesised its roll of death. The Chief Constable’s sat down with the Commander of SO15 to discuss new anti-terrorism strategies. The President of the European Union began to unbutton his shirt, her legs intertwined with his – a slight stubble on her chin just visible in the grey dawn. The women swayed as the gas filled the room – the men cloaked in black sack filing in – their manhoods erect. The little girl screamed – the men laughed. The room full of schoolchildren suddenly blacked out – the flashes of flame lit the screen. Tbe USAF helicopter fell out of the sky. The Police were gunned down. The Mosque was on fire. The Synagogue flamed into the night. The man in the cage barked like a dog. Jeff Bezos got up from his Finance Heads of Staff meeting. Michael Carney of the Bank of England finished dictating the letter. 65 million people in the UK, 348 million in the USA, 25 million in Australia in every country in the World the watched were the watching and the watching the watched. Jeff Bezos got up from his Finance Heads if Staff meeting. Mark Zuckerberg got out if the shower. The Tesla burst into flames – the assembly worker laughed in satisfaction. On the Moon they assembled the Nuclear Weapon – oops he said not quite ready for that startling bit of information – never mind might as well leave it in for later.
65 million people in the UK, 348 million in the USA, 25 million in Australia……in every country in the World the watched were the watching and the watching the watched. She was transfixed. Not by the screens but by what he was writing. They were looking at her. She tried to be calm and walked back to the Marine.
What next she wondered. Well he is saying to her. It is up to you. To use an old clique – ‘Ma’m the future of the World is in your hands’. She almost had an orgasm. That is what every CIA Operative lives to hear. She woke-up. What a dream. Oh how she wished it was a dream. She knew it was not. She knew all these Worlds are one big lie. A hoover of expectation and devourer of resources. She had to finalise the Big Picture.
The Submarine was now ready. In New York the taxis ferried, the buses were caught, the cars were strangled by the noose of morning drivetime. Would she see the Big Picture before the Big Apple was no longer abuzz with life but inert with death?
He wondered if this would happen. The Prime Minister was made aware of the march. It a drumbeat to the looming crisis that was about to see a whole Government do the bidding of its Nation. No Office could they ever again serve. No title could they expect.The ambulances blue flashing lights lighting up the London night sky parked in neat formation outside Downing Street. Inside each were men women and children; in pain some still bleeding, some to die, but all wanting this moment. This moment where the advance of Evil was brought to a halt by the soul of a Nation united in its anger and disgust of a Government and Opposition who choose selfish self-preservation over the life of the People it so elected to protect.The Prime Minister said nothing. The time was over. The moment had began. The waiting Police escorted the Prime Minister into the silent Police Car. The People parted – still silent. One day he would find out.
A child cried then died. A woman fell blooding ebbing out of her womanhood. A chimney stopped smoking – the stench of death wafting into the night air.
The SA80 barked its flame. The syringe fell to the ground, the blood of the SA80 stained the dayglo work vest, the child cried, she lived.
A man got to his feet. He smoked his last cigar. He jumped out of the window.
The President acted. The Marines embarked. The children ran out of the building hysterical crying into the arms of waiting soldiers. The NYSE suspended trading.The USN submarine cut-off all communications to the world. New York woke to another day. The Taliban threw them off the edge of the cliff – the Evil would not be allowed to despoile the World of God in Afghanistan. Anyam al Zawahiri of Al-Qaeda ordered his people to ensure that the children were safe – everywhere.
She still did not know. How did he know she wondered. How did he know that which she knew. Because I am still writing he replied. For when you know I will know.
A Japanese F-35 stealth fighter jet has been found, a day after it disappeared from radar over the Pacific Ocean. How many is that he wondered. Planes falling out of the sky. Why?
I cannot help you anymore Madam CIA. You now know more than I do. He wondered if she did.
I have to move on from your quadrangle of infinite deception. You may have the time to wander its twisted deformed corridors of misshapen humanity and to look into voids of mankind but I must move on.
Angel agreed. Her steed of retribution was impatient. There was much slaying of Satan’s gargoyles to be done. She knew this ironclad cherub of Law had a culture that would need everything explained and accounted for but she had not time for such worldly indulgence.
Angel was a momentum of driving accusation to that which sought to undo the creation of God. A momentum that gathered the eclipse of mankind into a glaring blinding moment of revelation. Angel took to her steed of illumination and with the winds of the World hurled down scenes such as had never been seen before by a mankind used to their deluge of daily Evil. The screens of the multitudes flickered and blinked. The Newscasts interrupted. Large outside screens filled with the image of Evil. The World stopped. The People stunned, shocked and then fear, anger, fury and with it the voice. The voice of the People. Loud and demanding.
The Gates of the Embassy buckled under the sheer weight of the the angry crowd.
For what they saw had taken 200,000 years to form. It began its form in the embryonic dust of the Garden of Eden when God gave mankind its freedom. Instead it chose its first step towards enslavement. Angel knew that God could not remove Evil from within itself or else there would be no freedom for mankind. Angel galloped fher banner of Evil’s formation of its most Evil rom Nation to Community , from City to Town, from village to hamlet.
The crying screaming baby was carried gently out of the ambulance. Its crew too shocked to feel any emotion. A line of doctors and nurses stood in an almost silent salute to this perseverance of humanity. Angel guided her little heartbeat as it faltered and sought to take this soul of bravery and hope to a death that God himself would cry for. The woman screamed. She never stopped screaming. The man took no pleasure only a grim satisfaction from his work. The colors on his denim now bloody and warm as the blood left her shaking frightened body. He tore off her white research jacket with his sharp knife and then pulled her blonde hair to be shorn. Her black rimmed glasses fell to the floor as she begged for mercy.
“I was told that I could do anything I wanted to her” she screamed. “I was doing what I was told. They said nobody would be disadvantaged. They all watched me. The Police were outside” were her last words as she bit her own tongue off as the pain surged through her body. He could not remove the baby girl from his mind’s eye. The needles deep into her head. Long black steel needles.
The Surgeon began. The World watched. The film crew made sure everybody everyone were watching. Some watching could not comprehend why a picture of the British Prime Minister appeared next to that of the little baby girl with the needles in her head. She shouted into the Phone – “You told me that I would not be involved”. The computer soothed its reply. “But Prime Minister….”
The Gates of the Embassies fell to the ground………….
‘Mr President……What. Why? ….I do not want to know the long story I want to know what is so important I had to miss my breakfast. Well hurry up and get to it…….What? Are you for real. How many are missing? All Americans? Have we got anybody over there? …..They are here as well? Why the fuck didn’t somebody tell me?….. So we have somebody on the ground?… What do you mean you do not know. Get the fuck out of my Office……..Hello. Get me General Dunford’.
The International Criminal Court is silent. They are trying to imagine what it must have been like for all those screaming and sobbing for help – knowing that their Governments had deserted them. I am writing this for them now but you ICC are sometime in the future. I know that one day International Criminal Court you will read these words as part of your case against those in the highest of Offices in many Nations of the World – but two in particular; the United Kingdom and Australia. What you must bring to mind is that the accused standing before you today are reading this too – as I am writing it. Their complete lack of human conscience and sheer selfish exhibition of self-survival must be set against the testimony of little girl who is about to enter the Courtroom.
The Marine held the young baby as if she were part of his very being. For when you are faced with the suffering apparition of all of mankind that you fear, it is as if you are part of that tormented and pained soul – you feel the affront to your own psyche as a shockwave of a stunned embodiment to that which mankind has ever sought through humanity to achieve. The baby had no mother, no father for she was naught but an object of sick depraved sexual pleasure. She had been bred to be drugged, used and then discarded as of no value. Her mouth a grotesque mutation by those who placed themselves in a Hell for the child to endure. The Marine was never the same again. Semper Fi – now his loyalty to this child who he is wheeling into the International Criminal Court for you the Judges of our Conscience and the executors of mankind’s right to the equality of respect for for life we all must seek as a right not a discriminatory entitlement. You have heard and seen much. The little girl you see before you is a symbol of how man’s cruelty to man will excrete its evil from every orifice of mankind as a greed and a selfishness that will destroy all before it. But more than that she is all that womanhood can be and shall be. For her disfigurement does not drown her innocence nor does it shade her compassion and the desire she has to ensure that which yours and mine Governments allowed to happen to men women and children around the World will never happen again.
The Court will see her picture. The whole world will. It will be part of the incendiary angry feeling of emotion that one day will bring to the International Criminal Court on charges of ‘Crimes Against Humanity’ those who sought to judge not themselves but the people.
The Marine sharp and guarded will wheel in the young girl. You International Criminal Court will listen and you will cry and shout your anger as emotions of humanity wounded by the searing pain of Injustice by those who sought to guard Justice and through sheer wanton cowardly indifference did not. The little girl will stare with a confused perplexment of detached isolation and disgust at those who should have guarded her but instead denied all responsibility for her welfare and safety. How am I able to describe her feelings – because these are the feelings I have and will have for those cowardly and selfish crumbling edifices of legal responsibility who ensured and wanted my pain to destroy me. The little girl will now speak that which I cannot write. For her pain must be yours too. You are reading these words as I write them whilst she is being mutilated and used as a object for the sexual desires of those who will be found and who will know for the rest of their lives that every force has a reaction. You are the voyeurs of apathy. She will be with your consciousness for the rest of your lives. There is no going back. The World will change. Evil will be destroyed. I waste no time on the accused – they are no longer relevant.
She wondered why she was no longer an instruction of his thought. That is because you never needed me but I needed you. You have your own to seek . They are locked away and dying. They have no water and no food. They claw at the walls. Their hands and fingers red raw with the efforts of trying to bring down the walls erected around them. They had been enticed in by the smooth talking suited and red-tied well-dressed men and women of the ‘Organisation’ seeking their participation in the great Global Experience in Social Research. Any fears they had were quelled by the long lines of Police that escorted them into the compound. TV cameras filmed and vast crowds behind steel barriers cheered and applauded them as they laughed with the excitement and anticipation of the vast sums of money they were about to earn. A few were worried by the dirty unkempt appearance of the screaming work vested marshals who directed them but shrugged it off as part of ‘the experience’.
Their phones, wallets and keys were removed from them. In rooms lines of automated greed went through their belongings taking anything of value. Their cars were quickly sold or used by the Organisation. Their homes entered and completely ransacked – everything was sold. Documents were forged and the home sold. Some homes were rented out 20 people to a room – all waiting for the call of the Organisation – coming from countries all over the World. If the participants had a business then it would be taken over and plundered of any monies it had.
The selection process was not random. Young women were sectioned off to an area where they had to change into a variety of skimpy clothing whilst men and women in white research coats filmed and photographed them – there hands seemingly probing them seemed to be an inordinate amount of time for what was meant to be a simple medical examination. But by then the drugs had began their potent exposure of their emotions. The drug was a mixture of Class A drugs and a potent aphrodisiac – removing all control of aroused emotions. Those young women who easily were overcome by the drug were taken away to long unlit dirty corridors and rooms of aroused and impatient men who fell on them as wolves to devour their prey.
Young children were lead to a nursed play area – many would never be seen again.
Where is my nephew? We are trying to find him Mr President. We know he is in London. The Chinese President did not show any concern. He walked into another room. I want to speak to the British Prime Minister he said to his waiting aide.
The cleaning lady at 12 Millbank, Westminster, London SW1P 4QE, UK dusted the blinking screens. In a distant room full of computer screens deep underground the downloading continued. Nobody noticed the cleaning lady. We never do – that slightly guilty feeling that somebody is cleaning up our mess. Because she was not of any interest they did not know that deep inside the cleaning lady a mass of wires and chips connected her to the bone structure that gave her the physical appearance of a middle-aged woman. The chips in the encrypted state of the art computers of MI5 and MI6 were immediately connected to the cleaning lady. The chips had never been vetted. The computers had been but not the chips. The anticipation in the distant room became palpable as the men and women in room watched as the launching systems for the United Kingdom’s nuclear submarines were mirrored on their expectant computers. The plan was in process. It a product of the same plan that saw the Nazi Scientists in Los Alamos build their own nuclear weapons and spirit them away as their Archangels of molecular tyranny waiting for this time. The digits kept blinking. The seconds soon to erupt in an atomic succession of Evil which would fusion the very seat of British democracy as the long-awaited swastika of revenge began. They had been warned. This is their warning. They will ignore it. They have to because I do not exist. if they acknowledge the warning then must recognise my existence. But anyway this is fiction – isn’t it?
The Police Officer stopped talking for a moment and looked with surprise and bewilderment at the man. “Could you repeat that. I thought you said you were in a different time zone”…. “I am man. I am not here. That is why I can speed at 200 kmh in a 100 kmh zone. Man you are so out your time-frame. You’re 13 April 2019 right?”. The Officer looking around to see if this was some sort of TV reality show said slowly “yes it is”. “Well man I am in 2025 and this is my Tardus Mark 2 Space time Travel Capsule”. The Officer pulled out his taser gun. “Get out of the car”. “No man don’t you understand you are not here. Now fuck off and let me get on with my time travel”. “Ben stop” said his mate running over to him. “They are part of that Social Experiment Group”. Do you remember reading this at the beginning? She had to be sure of the extent of the Evil – these ‘Other World’s’. The ‘Organisation’ had created Worlds in which they alone ruled and they co-existed with the existing world. A Social Experiment and Research Group that had conned the World into believing it was for the common good when in fact it was for selfish gain and depravities satisfaction. The Police Officer looked into the back of the car – ” Get out now or I will taser you. I don’t care what time zone you are in because right now you are in mine. He called for backup and an ambulance. The little girl in the back of the car was bleeding profusely and semi-conscious. The man in the car flung open the door and fired his concealed sawn-off shotgun….
Ben you have a choice. A moment to decide your destiny. You are reading this and you are wondering if it is true. If it is true then you can let fate be your own to lead you to your destiny. Alternatively you could decide that is this merely fiction. It is fiction is it not Ben is or else I would be in the Oval Office warning President Trump of the danger to the security of the United States. There is also the possibility that the CIA agent who is within ‘The Organisation’ has not read this yet and therefore it is true but as yet cannot be proven to be so. If it is true then the shotgun blasted its final solution to Ben’s life. He fell to the ground in a short scream of absolute pain and then died. His partner opened fire on the gunman who simply picked up a hand grenade armed it and threw it. The Police Officer died in a raging ball of flame as the Police Car erupted around him. “Fucker should have stayed out of my time-zone”.
Ben stares at them. A long line of unsteady swearing and shouting men all dressed in black daylo work vests adding menace to the threats they made to the men women and children walking through the housing estate. What the fuck were they doing? His orders were to keep the area cordoned off and not to interfere with the Research Experiment. It was every night – always the same route. Ben acknowledged the call about the speeding car heading his way. As Ben died for that one long second before your brain disconnects from life – he knew.
We are born into systems of trust, respect, honour and tradition. We want to believe we can trust our Governments and Police. We spend our lives trusting. We cross the street trusting the car drivers not to run us over. We walk past armed Police trusting them not to open fire and shoot us. We elect Governments and trust them to be executors of the Laws we support to protect us. ‘The Organisation’ that will barge into your life and manipulate it for their absolute gluttony of an Evil so demanding it pursues you as it’s property succeeds because of your ‘trust’. The sheer mental confrontation to an impossible world in which your trust is used as a weapon to control the edge of your World is for most people unimaginable. It is like asking them to walk on hot coals. Alongside the weapon of misplaced trust lies the other tool of trade for those who prey on the good as a field of nativity ripe with innocence to be plundered – apathy. It is not because you want to be apathetic. It is because apathy is encouraged and fed to you as a calming salve to the horrors outside your worlds of daily toil and snatched relaxation. A relaxation now the property of a bot somewhere which sold you and owned you then bought you again – for you are a cyber bit not a human to decide your life for yourself. You are lead, taunted, made to feel inadequate and swooped on by the digital pirates who buccaneer through cyberspace. Except that those Columbus Organisations of our Brave new Cyberworld opened their ports to ‘The Organisation’. So intertwined is their greed and desire for power through the bullion of your cyber life that they cannot untangle the mass of corruption and cyber duplicity they have entered into. ‘The Organisation’ is a promise of untold riches and wealth. A magic carpet that will bring the World to your door. But when you enter through the Portal a USB of infinite delights you become only a object to be used, to profit from and a chalice to be emptied of all the sadistic satisfaction that can be squeezed from your screaming anguished body.
The men in the room were so sure of their destiny that they read his answer with only an academic interest. They were emotionally detached from the screaming of the child. She a satisfaction for the urgent frenzied movements of the man whose dilated pupils saw not a young child in screaming pain only a sexual satisfaction. The blood poured out of every part of her body that he had plundeed for his sexual satisfaction. They did not care – to them the blood of Judaism that had fornicated the purity their World had to be purged as it were the scourge of mankind. They did not care about the man either. He was merely a tool of their trade to be used as part of the seeds of a World Conflict that was just beginning to bud around the World. They saluted the inferno engulfing Notre Dame as its crumbling spire staggered to the ground. Paris had a price to pay for its daring to leave the Reich’s womb in 1945 – they all had. London and New York would to be their Holy Grails…………they read again what he had read. One or two murmured their concern. He had said on Quora in an answer to a Question
If a singular event could bring about world peace, what would it be?
It would have to be an event that united People against all the Evils of the World in a way that they would want Evil to be fought and finally defeated.
In my perspective of the World a group of Persons exist who use Evil to further their own aims of a New World Order. Every man-made disaster and conflict will have their DNA as part of or the cause. They collect Evil, encourage it, prosper it and fund it with funds raised by the Evil itself.
A ‘light bulb’ moment for the World might spark the People into wanting they and their Evil removed from our World – for good. That means the ‘Final Fight of Good against Evil.’ It’s in the Bible, the Quran and Nostradamus prophesied the Apocalypse.
We cannot continue as we are. Change is constant therefore its application too must be a constant. We the People must want the change if it is to be applied to the way we live.
They know that I am trying to warn the World in a way in which the men in white coats do not take me away. You see that is how they deal with discontent. They lock it away. They shrugged. The Plan is a movement of motion. It cannot be stopped. Each movement a quartz of a jigsaw that locks into other. A mosque being set fire to in London, a Israeli guard being shot near Gaza, another USAF helicopter falling out of the sky in America. All the second hands of the gradual movement towards the New World Order. Their New World Order. The Fuhrer’s New World Order. They are reading this. They have just launched another missile. Somebody’s house our factory is about to burst into flames. “Incoming, Incoming”. The CIA Agent is no longer in this reality. She has become part of their. Played by and acted to. She too swept into the deception and the deceit. Now part of it. Whilst she has allowed their World to become hers – children have screamed and died. You are the past not the present. You are sinking into the swamp. They know who you are. As long as I am writing this you are only helping them to succeed. Your presence gives them the credibility they need to continue.
She still did not understand. She had to. The vermin you listen to everyday are excrements to be flushed down the sewer pipe to Hell. It is the people in the room far away in their deep concreted bunker you must fear. But you will not believe it will you?
Ben was worried. What if what he is writing is true. That means everytime I pull over a speeding car I stand the chance of being blasted to death by a sawn-off shotgun. But Ben was not alone for there is more than one Ben in the NSW Police Force. But the Ben’s in the London Metropolitan Police wondered if the story was his future too. All the Bens in all the Police Forces now drew their guns when approaching a stopped car. A little old lady of 90 was tasered by a Ben in the NYPD – she was only getting out her walking stick. Ben tried to revive her but she died. He was charged with manslaughter.
“But Prime Minister we have to plan for the March. People are already beginning to set-up camp alongside the Mall and in Saint James Park. The protests outside the Australian Embassy are becoming violent and our Embassies in India, Pakistan and many in Africa are under siege.” “These people they are demonstrating about have nothing to do with the British Government. I have spoken to President Trump we are going to shift the blame onto Australia and their Prime Minster – oh what is his name? They change Prime Minister’s over there at the drop of a hat” …”Morrison is his name Prime Minister”.
Nobody will believe it. A commoner with a birthright to the Throne of the King of England. Anyway he will be got rid of…….She laughed. What next? A spaceship with the Guardians of the Galaxy coming to take him away and those that were not Evil to a New World whilst the Evil of Mankind made the Planet inhabitable. China read this and accelerated its Moon Colony Project. She sat down feeling warm in her red jumper. She was getting used to the smell. The man on the stage explained that they were the ones behind the whole project and would not let everybody know how it all operated. In another room another group said exactly the same to yet more people invited to attend the Social Experiment. The men in the room far away laughed. It is so easy to take over the World they said to each other. The same was being said every night to people all over the World. A duplicity that fed off their greed and apathy.
It is pointless to repeat all the scenarios in the World that are part of the Lie. In every town and City as night falls the barriers are set-up. Groups of people are queued and ready to do as they are told by the screamers. But Evil has a cost. It has to be paid for. Some parts of it are already without resources. Some are fed with by the toil of the People – Government Funding. Large Companies are charged advertising fees. However as the unbelievable truth surfaces like a grey dawn mist day by day the tap is being turned off. That is why right now your front door is about to burst open. They want you, your children, your belongings, your home, your car and everything in your bank account. You might be in bed or watching Television. You will be all cosy and comfortable. Nobody is going to burst into your home. The family looked at each other. They all knew who he was writing about. It was with them now. The line. Will they cross it and enter the ‘true reality’ or remain in ‘the Lie’?
The front door somewhere has burst open. Most people are law-abiding most men not used to to having to face physical confrontation. Women know more than men how vulnerable their womanhood is to force. The men and women who burst in are in their own urgent totally enveloping World. They only know acquiescence. For years now everybody had done exactly as they were are told. If they wanted something they just took it. The Goliath with them had taken hours to put on his body suit and armour. Inside the huge muscled towering threat of a man was a 5′ 65 year old coward who received his pleasure from the fear he implanted in others. The woman never had a chance to scream. She was forced onto her knees and made to gag and choke on the surging uncaring tool of man. The children were quickly bound, blindfolded and gagged. They were to be got ready for the auction. It did not take long for the man to bleed so profusely that they could not longer ram the wooden broom handle into him. The film crew with them streamed it all live to the paying subscribers on the Internet. Selected high paying guests watched from the comfort of the still warm sofa. Outside the family waited to move in. They looked the same as the those who were now screaming or dead. Unbelievable isn’t it? You have just bolted the front door and rammed two cartridges into your shotgun. Oh you do not have a shotgun and they are already in your home. They cut-off your phone lines and the Internet and took down your mobile connection. You gave them access to everything – they know who you all are. Where you all live. They know your phone company. They know how much you have in your Bank accounts. They have already sold your daughters. Who is next?
There is more so much more. Yet he knew that enough had been said. He was not ‘The People’. They had to decide what their future was to be. Many centuries ago they were given a choice. That same choice was before them now. It has been written and IT will be done; that which is for Good to triumph over Evil.
There is a ledger. The majesty of his being wipes the dust off it. Alongside it lays ‘The Wrath of God’. Angel watched as the balance sheet was compiled. Names that stirred the dust of so many battles now came to see the light of the New Dawn which would see the rebirth of mankind. The warriors of the past stood mighty and proud of their principled and just thrust of endurance as each took mankind a step closer to its Eldorado. Angel had a soft spot for Winston Churchill for he had stood with a Nation on that lonely day 15 September 1940 when the might of Evil soared above them and all that mankind had ever fought for did depend on that day. Angel had soared amongst those weary fighters from so many Nations with an endurance and strength and with the power of God’s blessing for they knew that should on that day they fail then the black and red twisted shadow of Evil would stamp out all the freedoms mankind had ever had.
She listened as the balance sheet gave its window to mankind’s history. Oh how she was heartened when she heard that great speech ‘We have a Dream’ from Martin Luther King. It was as if God’s great choirs of Angels were singing in total harmony and equality. Angel cheered Mr King on. She so delighted to hear him in debate now with Winston Churchill each a match for the others will each still bearing their beacons of illumination for mankind. Angel watched as the debit side of the ledger was read. The inferno of Hell lit the pages as the screams of the Evil paid back humanity for the lives they so with their evil took. The debit side groaned daily under the weight of new entries each a debt to be repaid each an eternity of pain to be suffered. Angel wondered of Prime Minister Theresa May would be a debit or a credit.
Angel looked down far into the depth of mankind’s world. She watched as he wrote that which she know he would write. Angel would ensure that all of mankind would read his words and know of they truth they contained. Angel transformed the frequency of cyber and digital into the ‘Wrath of God’s Word’. Images of the Evil championed by many but most by one single and now hated Nation appeared without interruption on the windows of the world. From computer to television and to cinema in every country of the World the Evil that lay deep inside that one Nation as if a twisted demonic serpent was seen and so many peoples of the World it did anger. Frantic attempts to stop this bearing of the truth were of no consequence. In their destructive attempt to stop the world reading and seeing the truth the screamers of ‘The Organisation’ ran in a frenzy of drug-fuelled uninhabited violence taking down all that transmitted the Evil of the one Nation that most exerted itself to act against the will of God. God displayed his almighty and from the ‘Wrath of God’ sent his blazing steel red hot shafts of anger into those who dared to be God – they screamed. Oh how they screamed. He sent down roots of God’s retribution so that all who sought to transgress the ‘Will of God’ would forever see and hear these screaming evil husks of mankind. Doctors and Nurses who were sent to their aid were too given the pain of all those that the Evil of this Nation had given to their own children.
Angel took the little child – still a baby. She placed her so that the Marine would find her. The Marine now had the power of forthright Justice given to him by God – Semper Fi – Your loyalty is requested asked God. For God never demands. His will is always a choice. The Marine was silent, angry and grim. His face the mirror of the child’s pain. The steel thin needles were still in the child’s head. They were long black and bloodied. The child shook with fear and pain. Her face had become a gargoyle of the Evil it had been given. The Marine walked past the line of Police. He spat in their faces. The Marine showed the crying frightened bleeding baby to the People of the World. The anger of the Peoples of the World could be heard in every frightened corridor of Power from London to Washington to Brussels, Australia, Russia, China, Africa, Asia and South America. For they all knew.
Angel watched as a woman ran shouting that she was able to do whatever she wanted to children. She had the same long black needles in her hand that were in the babies head. She wore a white coat. She was caucasian with blonde hair and glasses. She was from the one Nation that so sought with every one of its Peoples to dwell in the comfort of the armpit of Evil. When she read this description she felt the fear deep inside her. She knew that one day soon maybe today they would come for her. Angel sought from the Heavens the torch of Justice. It glared in the Woman’s eyes. It lit her to an intensity that shine through day and night. Now she would never be able to hide. Those who made her run were too full of disgust and anger to do no more than show the solitude of their emotions to the watching Peoples as a grimess of desire. Theirs was a duty. People had to know there would now be consequences to anymore acts of Evil.
“Prime Minister you have to do something”. ‘It has been done’ she said calmly and with purpose. “The troops are on their way”.
Angel cheered in delight. Oh how she cheered. The Lion heard the cheering as if it were fuel for the energy he most needed now. He leaped his great gargumatum leap of faith in his own power and tore into the man who with his high-powered rifle so cowardly sought to kill the elephant. The elephant roared his satisfaction as the Lion gave magnificent vent to his anger tearing the poacher to shreds. As he wrote this a screaming as if from the very subterranean depth of Hell could be heard. Angel took her crossbow of silver steel and took careful aim. The shaft of retribution flew through the air pinning yet another evil coward of the Nation of the Damned to the ground. He will lay their screaming until his eventual death. The pain the writer had just received in his hands and head had been repaid 1000 fold by the Wrath of God. The Eagle who had watched the approaching poacher gave a cry of its own appreciation for he had warned the Lion and Elephant of and what was to come. Oh how Angel had clapped at this new sense God has given creatures great and small. Somewhere else a Poacher ran as a pack of wild dogs smelt the feast to come. Creatures great and small had enough of mankind’s greed and selfishness. Giant spiders came out their lairs, huge swamp rats invaded the corridors of power. Man-eating eels with vicious sharp teeth powered through sewers and into homes, crocodiles and alligators slithered onto busy beaches and riverside gardens. The Londoners were stunned with the fear of seeing armoured layers of prehistoric man as alligators shadowed the pavements of Oxford Street. Giant seagulls with sharp steel beaks dived bombed the Metropolitan Police in London and the NSW Police in Sydney. Elephants thundered down motorways. Page 7 Wrath of God.
Giant cockroaches filled screaming restaurants in the cities of the damned. Larger bulbous bedbugs emerged from mattresses and pillows to send people screaming into the night. Angel laughed with delight at the sight of mankind being repaid for all the Hell it sought to bring to God’s Earth and creatures great and small. Angel became a powerhouse of amplitude for creatures great and small. Sewers were opened and kitchens entry made possible for all creatures great and small.
The cat in 10 Downing Street sought her ancestral line and became a Tiger at dusk to roam the corridors and rooms of Power. Prime Minister Theresa May pinned to her bed by the nightly invasion of spiders and snakes – Page 3 of the Wrath of God.
The ships of the Navies of the Nations that sought most to act against the Will of God were swamped by the great fins of Moby Dick assisted by Neptune to show the anger of God. Giant rats roamed the decks and cabins whilst monster pythons slept in the seaman’s bunks. Page 5 Wrath of God.
There is more so much more. Yet he knew that enough had been said. He was not ‘The People’. They had to decide what their future was to be. Many centuries ago they were given a choice. That same choice was before them now. It has been written and it will be done; that which is for Good to triumph over Evil.
Not the end, nor the beginning. For you the People are the beginning of a mankind sought to progress the Principle of Humanity – that we all respect all life on our Planet; each others and our own and those of Creatures Great and Small. Are you to be its end or are you to stand proud with all those whose lives sought to benefit ours?
That is enough. He could write more. One day it will all be heard. You must make your choice. Which side of God’s ledger are you to be?
Children of the Festival of the 1000 Years of Peace. 1000 years hence. Today the 22 April the year 2019. I am still writing for you. One day you will read these words. For they will survive. The Evil that shadows our World ever darker each passing day will not. These words are not for you to learn from for you are born in Peace. They are to ensure you give value to the Peace that you will enjoy throughout your lives and appreciate those who gave their lives for the humanity of mankind to survives as the Peace Movement the whole Galaxy is part of.
For in your World’s – the many World’s of the Universe there is Peace. The Guardians of the Galaxy ensure that the knowledge of this time is read as a history and an awareness that without respect for all the life given to us by God there can be no Peace. The time for me to speak on behalf of all those in this World who have been seared by the Evil I fight is not yet here but it fast approaches. I will not be blunt in my writing to you of what I yet have to see. Children you have the love of life that I in my writing I try to give you as my gift. A gift that those who make much of their lie of a promise of protection have almost blinded me. Justice will be their end.
But for Evil there is a battle to come. A battle the like of which has never been seen before on this scorched and dying Planet. You will have seen the epic acts of bravery, the deaths of so many and the fusion which only God could divert from its intended firestorm of latitude and longitude of so many peoples. I have given warning and yet notice has not been taken, my consul not sought. Unless my warnings are heeded and great preparations are made then the great cites if the World will melt in a fury of atomic implosion. We will see children – love and enjoy your World for we the Good fought and died so that you could enjoy it in all the splendid colours of sunrise and sunset – each a welcome and adieu to an opportunity to achieve all that is best in each of you.
Nostradamus sighs as he reads these words and moves the second hand closer to the 12 of the Apocalypse.
“Sarge I am telling you it’s a bleeding Tiger”.
“Edwards don’t bloody well swear at me. Listen how would a Tiger be roaming up and down outside Number 10 Downing Street. Have you been taking something? Edwards? Bloody hell is that you screaming”?
That’s it then. Leave it to you – ‘The People of the World’. You know where I am when you want to end the Evil.