As Good as Deadby O. J. Anderson |
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Chapter 6
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Before hitting the highway, the vans roll through a small suburban shopping/eating area to pick up a few supplies for the drive. Typical mall sprawl. Joshua begins pointing out some interesting features at the center of the town, clustered mainly around the four-way intersection. The two intersecting roads represent the zodiac, David claims. The equinoxes and solstices.
He points to a gas station. Says, “Royal Dutch Shell. Queen Beatrix’s gas station.” He points farther down the road. “Exxon. The double cross. Rockefeller’s gas station. Supplied the Nazis with tetraethyl during World War 2. Who do you like?”
The vans pull into a convenience store. Smith and Jones run inside for water, corn nuts, sunflower seeds, and gum.
David again points out across the road, this time at two fast food restaurants. Burger King and Dairy Queen, one on each side of the road leading to the mall. “Sacred cow worship,” he says. Then he nods toward the large advertisement for Sobe drinks, on which are two lizards chasing each others’ tails. He says, “Sobek. Egyptian crocodile king. We’re surrounded by paganism and no one has a clue.”
Creed’s men return from the store a few minutes later carrying several gallons of water and two bags of snacks. The items are divided up between the vans and Jack gives the signal to head out.
Both Joshua and David are surprised to see that they aren’t getting fuel for the drive. David asks, “No gas?”
Jack shakes his head. “These vans don’t run on gas.” And before either of the passengers gets a chance to ask what they do run on, Jack says, “What’s the connection between the Watergate and Khoeler? Why are you stalking both sites?”
“Wow,” David says. “Where do I begin?”
“At the beginning,” Jack tells him. “It’s a long drive.”
“Okay. Well, as you surely know, certain dark forces have been operating on the planet since the beginning of time. And by forces I mean spirits, or energy fields. Also known in some circles as fallen angels, or demons. These are what I call the Forces of Darkness, and they are confined to the spirit world in the same way that a prisoner is confined to a cell; that is, they can be let out. Summoned, as it were.
“The means by which this happens have varied through the last few thousand years: ancient texts containing chants, stargates, interdimensional crystals, and now by taking advantage of our current technology. They can’t escape on their own, but they can be let out if a willing servant is found. And, of course, there have been willing servants all throughout history.”
David stops when he hears the sizzling sound from the back of the van. He turns and sees a fold down grill. Rivers throwing steaks on. Big fat ones.
“How do you guys like ‘em?” Rivers asks them.
Joshua: “Uh... medium.”
David: “Yeah. Me too. Medium.”
“So?” Jack sips his coffee.
David continues: “So, if you examine history, you’ll notice that advanced knowledge in mathematics, science, astronomy, and such seem to appear literally overnight. There’s no identifiable progression. It not there, then it is. As though it was delivered. Sometimes it even disappears, only to be rediscovered much later in time.”
“Tradeoff,” Jack says.
“Call it a tradeoff, call it an incentive, but I have a hard time with the dark forces saying, ‘Okay, thanks. You kept your side of the bargain, now I’ll keep mine.’ No, I see this as outright manipulation, pure and simple.”
“Right.” Makes sense to Jack.
“They give what they want us to have. What is necessary for us to have in order to carry out their plans for this world, which I will come to shortly. But because we humans are needy creatures — we need food, water, shelter, clothing, not to mention the things that we are told that we need, like BMWs, DVD players, Nikes, and all that — the dark forces have been manipulating our world into a need-based infrastructure designed to keep us busy, and ignorant of what is really happening.
“Knowledge is power, and the secret knowledge of the dark forces has been used by the few to control the many for ages. Technology, natural resources, drugs, media, government, interest groups, you name it, they’re all monopolies, conglomerates, hegemonies, cartels, gangs, secret societies, or elite clubs.
“It’s a thousand conspiracies in one. That’s what people can’t understand. There is no single room filled with old, cigar-smoking men plotting to control the world — there are hundreds of them. Each one after its own sinister gains. Each one under the influence, either directly or indirectly, of the Forces of Darkness. That’s the unifying force. They are the real conspirators. And they are the reason people refuse to believe. We have been conditioned to think that there’s nothing else out there. No supernatural. We are just an advanced form of slime, an accident. It’s the greatest hoax ever perpetuated on mankind.”
“So, the aliens...” Joshua says. “What are they? Messengers? Foot soldiers? They must have some method of communication with the forces.”
Rivers hands both David and Joshua steaks on plates with forks jabbed into them. He then goes to work on the others’; most of the crew likes their meat heat-kissed, just a few degrees above raw.
“The aliens are the dark forces,” David says. He tries to come up with a plan to eat the steak with only a fork and one free hand. “They’re not really aliens at all. Not in the way we have been trained to think. And they’re not from the Zeta Reticuli star system either. They reside right here on Earth, inside it; always have. I firmly believe that any information gathered to the contrary of this has been deliberately planted disinfo.
“These so-called aliens are really only an embodiment of the dark forces. They have transferred to us humans the technology by which they can inhabit our world. The big-headed alien body is really just a electrolytic gelatin-filled biosuit. Basically a kind of non-human demonic possession. Several abductees have reported seeing these empty suits as they were in captivity, but they weren’t in space. They were someplace like Khoeler Mountain.”
This rings a bell for Jack and his crew. More than plausible theory. “Mm,” he says. “We did a job on the Moon a while back. Ran in to some of those biosuits.”
“Yeah, so you know what...” David stops. Shakes his head. “Wait. Did you just say you did a job on the Moon?”
“Right.”
“On the Moon.”
“Right.
David’s face is blank. Expressionless, like he just watched 791 straight hours of TV.
Jack: “And the UFOs?”
“Um... Entirely man-made here on Earth using anti-gravity technology from the dark forces. This technology was first given to the Nazis, who were well known for their heavy involvement with the occult. And I, for one, am convinced that the experiments conducted by Nazi doctors on their prisoners were a search for this demonic embodiment that we are now witness to as the alien phenomenon. They succeeded.
“After World War Two, our government initiated Operation Paperclip, which brought useful Nazi scientists into the U.S. to work in exchange for the expungement of any war crimes. Two years later we have the Roswell incident. I believe this was a test craft in the early stages of anti-gravity technology. The legitimate crash of a man-made prototype.”
Joshua: “But what about the alien? Why would they use an alien in a test flight. Isn’t that too risky?”
“It is. But the human body is nowhere near capable of sustaining the G-forces of an anti-gravity craft.”
Jack says, “So they’ve tricked the Nazis into building them an outfit and transportation. Now they’re doing it to us.”
“And bases,” Joshua adds.
David nods. “Nazism is nothing new in this world. It is only an outward manifestation of the Forces of Darkness. Willing servants. They’ve always been here, under different names, fronted by different people, and in different places. But the Nazis were too greedy. They wanted it all too fast, and they found out that doesn’t work. So, what we’re seeing today is a slower, incremental approach being utilized by the same kinds of people, only wearing different clothes.
“Now they’ve hypnotized a population of working stiffs. People too tired trying to pay the bills and too worried about losing their jobs. Most don’t want know and wouldn’t really care if they did. Everything’s relative now, abstracted, distant. Everyone wants someone else to deal with the problems of the world.
“You know, naval ships always used to bring plenty of alcohol along, back when it took a really long time to get anywhere. Booze was one of the most important staples. As long as the men had their grog, they wouldn’t mutiny. The same approach has been used in all of civilized societies. However, time is running out. We are seeing an acceleration in the process. A tightening of the screws.”
“Time is running out for what?” Jack asks.
“To maintain their choke hold on us,” David says. “They have created a prison with no bars. A prison in which we police each other. A cell that we are afraid to leave. But there is coming a galactic wake-up call, a time when that which has been concealed in darkness will be brought to light. You see, we are entering a period of profound transition. Currently, we are at the end of the Age of Pisces, the fish. And we are entering the new age, the Age of Aquarius, water.
“There is no exact date for this transition, no big click in the sky. Some believe we are already in the new age, others believe it is still a hundred years away. Regardless, the shift has extreme implication for the whole of mankind. Think of the fish and water as an analogy for the next phase in humanity. And think of all the ways we are linked with water: our bodies are ninety percent water, we die in three days if we don’t have it, we go to it on our vacations, we swim and play in it, our most expensive properties are on the beaches, we skate on it in the winter, ski on it, make snowballs with it, all kinds of things. Just try to imagine a day without water. The Age of Aquarius represents the natural progression of mankind. The next phase. Man migrating to his perfect state.
“Some call it the apocalypse, the revealing. Or revelation. Others see it as an awakening. It may be a higher state of consciousness, the fourth density, or the acquiring of hidden knowledge. No one really knows. But I believe the Forces of Darkness will be exposed. The curtain will be lifted on their charade. Their game will end. And they’re starting to feel the pressure like a hunter whose animals are getting ready to migrate south for the winter. The great cosmic clock is ticking away.”
Joshua: “But you have no idea when.”
“No, but I have a theory,” David says. Then to Jack: “Got a piece of paper?”
Jack hands him a small notebook and pen from the dash.
David begins scribbling. “Nazi uniforms were replete with occult symbolism; they were nothing if not brazen exhibitionists. For example, SS officers wore lightning bolts on their collars. Fallen angels have always been associated with lightning; that’s how they came to Earth. So the blitzkrieg, or lightning war, wasn’t just referring to how an armor brigade would strike, they were making a clear statement as to whose side they were fighting for — clear to those in the know, that is.”
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The phoenix constellation, the ouroboros, the sun.
“Look familiar?”
Jack doesn’t answer. Starts tapping on the computer keyboard. Pulls up an image.
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“I guess the Nazis knew more than just how to make jet engines and tanks,” Joshua says.
“That’s right,” David says. “And so far the dark forces have done an excellent job of setting up their infrastructure of control mechanisms by which they can survive into the new age. The alignment represents life, rebirth, and immortality. But who will prevail, that’s the question.”
Clicking back to the squad homepage, Jack asks David, “Ever heard of Gollog?”
“Who?”
“Gollog.”
He thinks for a moment. Sorts through his extensive mental files. Then shakes his head. “Can’t say that I have. What is it?”
“I was hoping you could tell me.”
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To be continued...
Copyright © 2008 by O. J. Anderson
