George was one of the leaders in the chicken
project, “This project came about from our class brainstorming on what we could do to help
feed all people. We receive a thousand fertilized eggs from a nearby farmer every week. We ask for
donations when we give a certain number of baby chicks away to individuals to help cover
our costs. Included with the baby chicks, we provide a pound of food with every
chick. We give half of our donations to the farmer that produces the eggs. The
other half
goes to the grain store.” “Where else is this being done?” Yelena
asked. The cameraman was filming. “There are 17 other high schools in Washington,
Oregon, and Idaho. We have another 57 schools that have alerted us of implementing and
duplicating our project,” George answered. “President Taylor said 40, so I gather
this is changing every day?” Yelena asked. “That is correct.” George held up the two “How
To” books. One covered school hatchery and the other instructed the reader how to run a
backyard chicken farm. “We put these into three-ring binders, so they can be copied.” That
number 57 comes about from schools that have been sent the first book on School Hatchery and have
requested the book on Backyard Chicken Farming. In the last two days, we have gotten requests
with a survey filled out by 17 schools. They have given us reason to believe they are going
to start the hatchery program along with the 40 other schools we had three days ago. We
also have six movies on YouTube
that detail the complete process. In a little over a month,
these movies have been viewed over 100,000 times.” “You are turning everyone
into a farmer,” Yelena stated. “We have a saying from Willa Taylor. We changed
it to fit what we are doing, ‘I am helping my community eat and if I have anything to say about
it, they will eat well!’” George smiled. All this time, Willy and Skut along with Willy’s brothers,
sisters and neighbors were looking at the baby chicks and poking their fingers thr
ough the fence.
The cameraman made sure he had plenty of shots of the boys and girls looking at the baby chickens.
Yelena got in front of the camera, “This project is not the total answer, but it is certainly part
of the answer. I can see a family with a dozen neighbors coming together to harvest roosters from
the flock. The neighbors all bring in some of the vegetables grown in their backyards. They help
pluck the roosters and together make a delicious stew from one or two of those roosters
added to
some of the vegetables grown by the neighbors. All the neighbors enjoy a meal together from
their efforts. With the eggs from the hens that their neighbor has, the neighborhood eats
well for a few weeks. So, if three or four neighbors also grow the chickens, then the weeks
become many months of having homegrown food. Give me this option and I vote for it because this
is a nice solution for part of the problem of eating good food. Mother Russia, let’s do this.”
Within a week of the
news clip airing, the number of views of the movies on YouTube hit a million.
Yelena and the cameraman posted an address where the Russian people could obtain a free copy
of the School Hatcheries program translated in Russian. The first week after the airing they
had over 1,000 requests for the How-To books. Yelena set up a website that Russian citizens
could use as a central source so people could download a copy of both books, find the
YouTube movies and other resources. The Russian gove
rnment offered a gold ruble to
every school that set up such a program. The two little boys did not want to leave, but
when John transported them to the fish hatchery, they quickly found many new things to look at.
“Mr. Frank Johnston?” John called out to the new Director of Hatchery operations. Frank and
John had met the Tuesday after the awards assembly. John asked Frank what he wanted
to do now that his old job didn’t exist. “I want to become your part-time Hatchery
Director. I want my i
mmortality gene turned on and one or two apprentice positions. I also
want to be able to park my RV on the hatchery property and plug into the electrical.”
John sat back in his chair and laughed, “Yes, yes, and yes. How much?”
“Three silvers a week will do me very well.” Frank smiled, “I can even pretend that I’m retired.”
John stuck out his hand to shake on it. “How many eggs do we have in the hatchery?” John asked.
“Well, counting is impossible, but I believe we have over 5,000,000.” Frank sm
iled,
“We have room to hold up to 10,000,000.” “My oh my.” John thought for a second,
“How many will hatch and return?” “Normally I would say 1/10 of 1% which
would be 5,000. Gaia is telling me that the number will grow to be 5/10 of
1% in four years,” Frank shared. “This is a Mother Earth’s
doing, isn’t it?” John asked. “I would think so.” Frank smiled, “I’ve learned
how to transport myself. I don’t know about stopping bullets or tennis balls, but I can get to
God and back by myself. I m
editate and ask a lot of questions. We have a lot of fish coming at us
in the years ahead. This is my dream to see this.” “I’ve heard 200,000 next year.” John shared.
“And it increases about 100,000 a year plus the hatchery population up to
2,000,000 or more, Frank shared. “I’ll need to start talking to more
farmers about putting in crops for the cannery.” John thought aloud.
“We have room to triple the size of the hatchery.” Frank Johnston shared.
“That seems like a really good idea.” John a
greed, “We could feed a lot of people on salmon. In
1900 there were a hundred canneries from the mouth of the Columbia River to Portland Oregon,
going year-round. Just before the Earth Changes, there were only two canneries left that
were only opened a few days each year.” “Hello, John.” Frank answered as
he came out of the control room, “You brought friends and kids. Hello, kids!”
A group of small voices said, “Hi Mr. Johnston.” Frank Johnston had been going to every class in
the elementar
y and junior high school talking and showing pictures of the life of the
salmon and why it was important to have clean water. He was becoming very well known
in schools. His presentation was always fun, and the message was getting out about how
important clean water was for all of life. “Mr. Johnston, I would like for you to meet Vid
Pusin and his fiancée Maya from Russia.” John shared, “Vid & Maya, I would like for you to meet
Mr. Frank Johnston, our Director of Fisheries. He was one of ou
r Resource Directors of the old
US Government. If he sees something that needs fixing, he certainly has my ear.”
“It is nice to meet you, Mr. Johnston,” Vid stated formally.
“Mr. Pusin, it is my dream to meet you, sir. I hope you are having a delightful time.”
Frank was almost at a military stance. He turned to Maya, “To the First Lady of Russia, I
am most pleased to meet you.” Frank bent and kissed the back of Maya’s hand.
“You do me honors, sir.” Maya smiled. “No more than you deserve ma’am
.” Frank looked
at Skut, “And who is this fine young fellow?” “He is our son. We call him Skut.” Maya
smiled, “We have been told that someday we will see him become President of Russia.”
“Then I am truly honored. Let me tell you what is going on with our fishery.” Frank shared,
“It may have implications for your east coast.” “How is the radiation level of
your fishery?” Yelena asked. “Frank this is the second couple from Russia.
Yelena is a very well-known news reporter. Her fiancée is Mika
Kozlov, the second man to earn
the Black Lanyard in Russia, John informed. “Very nice to meet you, sir and miss.”
Frank smiled and looked up at Mika, “Do you play football?”
Yelena translated for Mika. He said “No,” and everyone laughed.
Frank answered Yelena’s question, “The amount of radiation is very low. The
difference between fish first caught and the same fish after cleaning was significant.
That tells me what little radiation there was detected was primarily in their gut. I
have tes
ted fish chowder that has been canned fourteen days after it was sealed, and
no radiation was found. I was also allowed to test all the fish chowders served for lunch at our
local junior high and received the same results. I’m happy to say I have no influence to
speak other than the truth. Our President’s influence would be enough for me, to tell
the truth.” Frank smiled, “I like my new job, but I like who I work for even better.” Frank felt
the presence of someone standing next to him. It
was a young girl he had never seen before, “Who
you?” Frank was just barely able to stammer out. “I’m Becky. I have been looking for you.”
John looked at Jenny and smiled. “God told me about you. Are you here?
My Becky, have you come back to me?” Frank Johnston hugged the young lady to him.
Becky and Jenny had talked and had known this was coming for Becky, “Take your time, feel
your way into it. Be sure.” Jenny advised as she gave Becky motherly advice. Funny thing,
Becky was a few months o
lder than Jenny was. Frank was holding onto Becky’s hand, “We have
close to five million eggs here. We expect to be able to double that in this building
next year and add two more buildings.” Skut came up and grabbed his daddy’s leg. Vid
picked him up and looked at his son and asked, “Need a nap?” Skut nodded and closed his eyes. Vid
looked for Willa and noticed she was on her way with the child carrier. Maya took Skut, Vid put
the carrier on and knelt so Skut could be placed in the carrier
. As Vid stood, Maya kissed him,
“Is this what normal people do on their days off?” “Yes, men on their days off play daddy.” Maya
hugged Vid. He had a nice smile on his face. “How are you holding up?” Vid asked. Skut put
his head down and was asleep after a deep breath. “I’m fine,” Maya smiled, “How are you, honey?”
“I’m learning a lot. Almost like thinking out of the box.” Vid pulled Maya
into a hug, “Is Skut asleep?” “Yes, he should be out for an hour then
good for three or four more.” Ma
ya laughed. Everyone thanked Mr. Johnston and moved on.
“Trip to the fishing hole?” John asked. He was packing Willy.
“Nap?” Willy asked pointing to Skut. “Yes, nap,” John confirmed for Willy. Tony
was packing another child carrier. John put it on and after Willy was placed into it, he
put his head down on John’s shoulder. The two little boys had been going a hundred miles
per hour for a while and both enjoyed the quiet ride on their daddies’ backs.
“Yes, fishing hole,” Vid agreed. Everyone e
xcept for Becky and Frank made the
trip to the river under the morning shadow of the sun. John noticed it was 9:00 AM. Tony and
Willa stepped forward to answer questions here. “This is where you caught the
legendary fish?” Vid asked. “Yes, sir. Right over there. When he took the
hook, he pulled me headfirst into the river. Our crew chief, a man as big as Mika, grabbed my
leg and pulled me back out. I don’t know why, but I was still holding onto the pole.” Tony shared.
Vid turned to Mika and
translated it for him. As the group stood there watching the
river and thinking about fishing, a large king salmon made a jump of three feet
out of the water. It was heading downriver and back to the ocean. Everyone cheered. Vid
then reminded everyone that the Native People had given Tony the name ‘Big Fisherman!’
Mika shared his thoughts, “Willa should be known as the Angel of the Wind.”
Yelena translated for those that did not speak Russian, “The day they went to
the Arctic Circle the win
d was blowing at unsustainable temperatures and Willa asked the
angels to quiet the wind and move the clouds away, so we could see what little sun there was. Within
a few minutes, the wind calmed, and the clouds moved away until the blue skies were visible.”
“Angel of the Wind!” John looked at Jenny. They both smiled and nodded in agreement.
“It fits her.” Jenny smiled broadly. “You’re my angel,” John whispered in Jenny’s ear.
“Do Christs have angels?” Jenny whispered back. “This one does.” J
ohn returned.
“Tony, lead us to the bridge, please,” Vid asked. Tony walked up the hill
to the bridge. Once there he got everyone to line up where the kids had lined up the day of
the battle, “Look down, there are still a few bullets on the bridge deck. Steven, Ben, and Sally
come with me.” Tony had Willa’s hand as he leads the five over to the line where the convicts had
been. It was easy to identify because there was still blood on the bridge deck. When Tony got the
five-lined up, “This i
s where the convicts were.” Yelena had the cameraman filming. She was relaying
the story in Russian to share with her country. A man drove up in a farm truck. He stopped and
his wife and boy all exited the truck, “I just wanted to thank you again for making this world
livable.” The man shook John’s hand then turned to Jenny and hugged her, “Thank you for our lives.”
“John, this is Jake and Janet Thompson. The convicts kidnapped their son Terry and you
met him when he was rescued. We brought
Jake and Janet back to life the day after they
were shot by the convicts.” Jenny reported. Vid and Mika were talking when Tony and the
kids rejoined the group. The man and his wife and son had gotten back into their truck and
waved goodbye. Tony shared in Russian to Mika with Yelena listening, “They own a farm south
of here and when all the convicts were dead, we found the boy in a metal box in one of the
trucks. Mom and her friend went and found his parents at their farm and brought them b
ack to
life. They are happy to be alive and okay again.” “Tony, you have been working
hard. Your Russian is good enough to be on our TV program.” Yelena stated.
“I have much to learn,” Tony stated in Russian. “John, can we end our visit to your
home for a couple of hours?” Vid asked. The transport went quickly, and the puppy said
hi to all the new people. Sally took the two boys and the puppy outside and had Demetri along for
the walk. Over the next hour, Demetri told Sally all about Tony a
nd Willa in Russia. Sally had
never had a young adult male pay attention to her. They were looking at the gold find. About
two feet in the center had been cut away. John and Vid joined them there.
Back into the house: “Can we share some smoked salmon
chowder for a light lunch?” Jenny asked. “I would love to try your chowder,” Maya said
as she and Vid looked at each other and smiled. Henry and Beth Frank knocked on the door and
asked if they could be included. Beth had a large bowl of potato
salad and Henry carried
another large bowl of coleslaw. Their four adopted children each carried a big platter of
homemade biscuits. Lunch was a great success. “Jenny, I need the recipe for that
chowder. We always have leftover salmon and now I know what to do with it.”
“John, at breakfast, you started to share what you found in Denver,” Vid asked.
“We found a total of seven rooms. The first room contained over twenty-seven thousand metric
tons of gold. We believe this came from Fort Knox a
nd the World Trade Center. The second room was
full of your Russian gold. The third room had the barren bonds and the diamonds from the World Trade
Center along with 50,000 metric tons of silver coins. The fourth room had over 30,000 metric
tons of gold from other countries like Korea, Vietnam, the Philippines, Iraq, and Afghanistan.
“John is the gold from Ukraine there?” Vid asked. “Yes, along with Libya and others also.” John
shared, “The fifth room held gold statues and relics of the worl
d. Twenty-eight thousand metric
tons of it.” John looked around at the wide-eyed looks he was getting. The sixth and seventh rooms
didn’t even show up on the architect plans. It almost looked like they were afterthoughts except
both rooms are bigger than football fields. Room number 6 held over 100,000 metric tons of
Chinese gold. Room seven had 300,000 metric tons of silver bars jammed into it. At $500 an ounce
for gold and $20 an ounce for silver, there are over three trillion dollars in
gold and silver
in those seven rooms. That does not count the hundred billion in diamonds or the hundred billion
in barren bonds or hundreds of other things down there. The three trillion is just a conservative
estimate. We have a dozen guys trying to figure out who, what and when. It is most interesting
to see whose names are on the accounts.” “What are you going to do with
all that?” Beth Frank asked. “Put all the people of the world back to
work, make sure they eat good food. Have healt
h care and a roof over their heads and
a warm loving and safe home.” John smiled and looked at all the faces, “We need to get as
much as possible back to the rightful owners.” “Who is listed as the owners of
the Russian gold?” Vid asked. “Do you need two guesses?” John asked him.
“The Roths family!” Vid looked at John Taylor, who nodded.
“How about Chinese gold?” Henry Frank asked. “The Rose family. They have about half of
all the deposits plus the Chinese gold. The Treece Family makes up th
e third primary
owner. The US did not attack countries without stealing their gold,” John shared.
“Was the old US really that bad, dad?” Tony asked. “I’m afraid it was. Before the Earth Changes,
the old US would have dug up the gold in the Arctic Circle and planned on not telling
our friends.” John looked to a nodding Vid, “If our friends would have found out
they would have been murdered. Just like the last Tsar of Mother Russia.”
“You were the son in a past life, next in line.” Jenny share
d.
“Then you should be the rightful leader of Russia!” Vid stated.
“That’s a past life. All I ask is for you to be my friend. Take care of her for me, for Mother Russia
and all of mankind, please.” John smiled, “It did feel like home when I was there at the Kremlin.”
“Home of the Free, where the buffalo roam!” Vid smiled.
“So, what was September 11 all about?” Beth Frank asked.
“The biggest bank robbery in the history of the world,” John shared, “along with the end
of the investigation on the
disappearance of 2.3 trillion dollars of the defense budget.”
“President Taylor is correct,” Vid stated. “And it ended up under the Denver
Airport. Why there?” Beth Frank asked. “Because that is the current location of
one of the biggest private banks in the world.” John shared.
“Bank?” Jenny asked. “A safe spot where you can put money, even if
you’re a thief.” John laughed, “It has to be many billions before you can make a deposit. And
so far, we haven’t found any paper currencies.” “So tho
se planes didn’t bring the world
trade center buildings down?” Maya asked. “No. A demolition company brought them down.
John and Vid both nodded, “Let’s do the math, three buildings, divided by two airplanes, equals
one point five buildings per plane on the ground.” John was laughing again, “And the missile that
hit the Pentagon just happened to kill everybody in the accounting office that was looking
for a loss of over two trillion dollars from the defense budget. Isn’t that a convenient
thing to have to happen if you have a trillion or two dollars you shouldn’t have?”
Mika asked a question in Russian, and Yelena translated, “Why didn’t
the American public sound the alarm?” “Good question. The news was owned by a few
corporations. The old US had made it very difficult to stand up against the establishment.
I don’t think there was a way that the public knew who to call or how to call an alarm
against the government. For everything else, we call 911 to reach the police. The ne
ws told the
story from the government’s perspective. Who do we call up and what would we have told them, maybe
‘Two planes could not bring down three buildings?” “Before the Earth Changes, there were 1,500
architects and engineers who had banded together asking Congress to investigate.” John took a
breath, “Most Americans did not realize what was going on until the series of documentaries on the
Treece family started airing. Everything was laid out from the killing and shooting of president
s
to the use of the CIA for drug trafficking to the planning of and implementing of September 11 and
to the Treece family’s profiting of wars. The last episode was on the Treece family involvement
in the CIA’s private army called ISIS.” “Did you say ISIS was the CIA’s
private army?” Yelena asked. “Yes, that is why I sent our military
after them in January of 2016.” Vid shared. “Not only did that take out the illegal
smuggling of oil to Turkey by ISIS, but it also destroyed the largest pipe
line of
drugs to Europe. Thus, shutting off drug money to Langley, the home of the CIA.
“What caused The Earth Changes?” “If we put too much weight on a steel beam,
there will come a time when it snaps. We the American public reached that point. There were
too many Americans angry, and it tipped the breaking point. When the stock market crashed
it took the housing bubble, the credit bubble, the student loan bubble, and the dollar down
with it. When the banks closed with no sign as to when t
hey might open again it was not the
last straw, it was a whole truckload of straws. The American people took to the streets in
greater volume than any other time in our history. The elite did not realize the power
of the people. We the American people brought about the Earth Changes. Two hundred and fifty
millions of us stepped up and said enough. That action sparked all the Governors and state
and federal congress members into flying to Washington D.C. for emergency meetings. They
were go
ing to enact martial law and move all of us into the FEMA camps. That information
hit the internet and it caused an enormous uproar. They are all gone,” John shared.
“During all of this was the re-running of documentaries disclosing all of the sins including
the federal building in Oklahoma in 1995. It had been a false flag to impose the Patriot Act.
The powers in charge did not feel it was enough to get congress and the people to allow it.
So, a new plan, thus September 11. How could anyone
believe mediocre fires could bring down
steel buildings? And then there was building #7. Then we learn that Super Bowl 50 was supposed
to blow up with a 10-megaton nuclear bomb in February of 2018. It appeared that not
everyone agreed including the guy that was to set the timer. They tried again at the
Baseball All-Star Game in July. By that time, we had cleaned out the rat’s nest at Langley
and the major player in the drug trade in the world was coming unraveled. Banks that depended on
t
he drug trade money were failing left and right. The US Military no longer had a paycheck. The
connection between ISIS and the US administration was disclosed to the American public. The
Treece family simply found another method to pay and continually manage the primary terrorist
military unit in the world. They stepped in and tried to handle the extensive drug trade with a
few Langley supervisors. They soon learned it was out of control and before they could right the
ship, it found a moun
tain and crashed into it. Much of that was Vid’s doing.”
“We were working together, and I kept seeing the results from John’s
handiwork, but I did not realize it was John and some of you here.” Vid Pusin shared.
The twins Teri and Fanny came up to John. Everyone was busy talking about what John and Vid had
shared, “Daddy, can you fix the music box please?” “Give me two minutes. I need to solve a crisis.”
John excused himself as everyone laughed. John and the girls went into the family room. W
hen
April was living with them, they’d gone up into the attic and found all sorts of neat things.
The girls were talking about the music box, it was one of the top-of-the-line karaoke machines
ever. John found a cd that had something on it that he liked, he put it in and hit play
and picked up the mic, “If I was a carpenter and you were a lady.” Jenny jumped out of her
chair and moved to the door to the family room. “Would you marry me and have my babies!” John’s
voice was terrible, but he
got his message across. “If I was a lady and you were a carpenter.”
Jenny’s voice was much more pleasant, “I would marry you and have your babies!” Jenny
was rubbing her tummy. Robert Taylor was just starting to show well at about five months.
John gave Jenny a big kiss. All the kids were whooping it up and clapping along with the
adults in the kitchen. The karaoke machine continued to play the melody, adding
to the love and joy of the moment. It’s possible that only John heard the doorbell
ring. Peter saw John head for the door and was right there when he opened it. John saw several
things at once. Leslie Treece was there with her entourage. She looked sick. Demetri and Sally were
coming around the house with Willy and Skut. The puppy made angry sounds at the lady with Leslie.
The two men with Leslie seemed out of place and the woman put her folded up umbrella under
her arm. John thought how strange as the handle was on her backside. The other end looked
almost like a barrel
of a gun. The woman was in her mid-twenties but had the stature of somebody
very worldly. She had glanced at Demetri and for a second the smile was replaced with a grim look.
John envisioned a thin shield next to his skin and was in the process of shaking Leslie’s hand when
he heard a very loud noise. Damn, it felt like someone stomped on his chest. Peter was making his
way by John when two nine millimeters fired. Peter made it in time to face the two men as they both
discharged nine millim
eters at him. By this time Demetri had pulled Tony and Willa from inside.
To Willa, Demetri said, “Protect babies, please.” Willa was pissed. She had been working hard
to reach the rank of Black Lanyard and felt slighted as she was being delegated
to babysitter by someone, she thought was a friend. She had tears falling from her
eyes as she moved away from the front porch. “Willa, what’s wrong?” Sally
asked her sister and her teacher. “I deserve to be allowed to protect
Father John,” Willa
said full of anger. “Willa, these are not ordinary
babies.” Sally smiled. Just then a man came around the corner from
the back of the house. Willa did not know him, “Boys get behind me, shields up.” Willa whispered.
There were more gunshots from the front porch and loud rattling noise from the back of the house.
The man facing Willa and the kids got off about a dozen rounds from his Uzi. The five rounds that
came up against Willa were all returned at about twice the speed of the gun’s muzzl
e velocity. One
of the rounds found the heart of the man and he dropped his Uzi, falling to the ground face down
and unmoving. Seconds later the man disappeared. On the front porch:
Demetri looked at Tony, “You, me and Peter need to take everyone to God now!”
Tony and Peter suggested everyone in the county that had not been to God before. It was amazing to
see several hundred people lined up on the catwalk facing the sun. Tony and Peter looked at each
other when they witnessed about 50 men
and women going into the sun. They realized their community
was attracting the bad along with the good. Back with Willa and Sally and the boys:
“Is everybody okay?” Willa asked. Sally was looking at her feet,
“I earned a Green Lanyard.” Willa hugged Sally, “You sure did.”
“Hot, hot, hot,” Willy said. “Hot.” Skut agreed. Both boys were
holding a round of ammunition. “Can both of you make a shield?”
Willa asked the two boys as she and Sally both were on their knees.
Willa put her hand out and
felt a barrier in front of Willy. Sally was doing the same
to Skut. The two girls looked at each other with their eyes wide open in happy surprise,
“All three of you deserve a Green Lanyard.” In the house:
Jenny made her way through her family and friends. Ben was following her with a chair from
the kitchen table, “Ben, what is the chair for?” “Daddy asked me to bring him a chair,” Ben stated.
“Thank you, Ben. Let’s get it there.” Jenny could see John still standing just inside the door.
A se
cond before Peter disappeared with Tony and Demetri, Peter sent out an alarm by
text to all the minute men and women. Vid and Mika were on the front porch with Bill
McCormick, “Who are all of those men and women?” Vid asked they were watching as hundreds of men
and women magically appeared in front of them. “We call ourselves the Minute Men. Most of us
were police officers in or around Seattle. We all wear The Black Lanyard. There are almost
2,000 of us.” Bill McCormick was explaining as Vi
d was translating for Mika. Yelena and her
cameraman had also come onto the front porch. Peter, Tony, Demetri, and Leslie Treece all
transported to just in front of the porch. “Hi, guys and Madam Ambassador. What
did you find out?” Bill McCormack asked. “Have you ever heard of the
Virgin Star?” Peter asked. Yelena was going to translate the question
to Mika when he grabbed her wrist, “Virgin Star?” Mika whispered.
“Yes!” Yelena answered. “You have talked about her. The Virgin
Star assassin
ated the Oil Minister last year.” Mika replied. Vid and Maya
were listening to the conversation. “That’s right Yelena, we did that news
story on the Virgin Star. As far as we know, she was credited with over 30 assassinations
at that time throughout Asia, Europe, and the Middle East,” the cameraman added.
“Her real name is Adara Nejem, and she was born on the Black Sea at Sochi, Russia.
She carries a passport with the American name Andrea Nelson,” Demetri informed.
Tony started laughing, “Sh
e had a list of bounties. The people we had breakfast
and lunch with today are listed as being worth over $100,000,000.
“They were going to kill everyone here. There were nine more men
with Adara, many with automatic weapons. “Who wants us dead?” Vid asked.
The usual names, the Roths Family, the Rose Family, and the Treece Family
along with the American Medical Association, the American Bar, and a couple of other super-rich
men, like Sori.” Tony answered, “We are putting a lot of white-colla
r professionals out of work.”
“Tony asked Adara three times ‘How was she going to get paid?’” Demetri shared, “She finally said
by dollars.” Tony answered, “You kill my father and everybody in that house today and this world
turns dark, and dollars become worth nothing.” A leader of the Minute Men patrol group
climbed up onto the porch, “Sir the Minute Men were wondering if the boss is, okay?”
“See for yourself, he is fine, he is being hugged and touched by almost 20 kids,” Peter replied.
Pet
e looked and had to shade his eyes. The glow coming off John was like a 10,000-watt light bulb.
Skut and Willy with their new Green Lanyards had their arms around John’s right leg and Lucy and
Crystal, (Bill and Nancy’s daughter) had their arms around his left leg. Ben was sitting in his
lap. Sally also had a Green Lanyard and was behind him with her arms around his neck. Everyone
else had a hand on John. Jenny was holding his right hand while Willa was holding his left.
Peter asked the man
on the porch, “Please, have the men and women do an om
as we do on Sunday at God. Okay?” “Yes, sir!” Pete saluted Peter and
went back to the Minute Men and Women. “You are the leader of the
Minute Men?” Vid asked Peter. “Yes, sir,” Peter answered.
“How old are you?” Vid asked. “I just turned 16 Sir,” Peter smiled.
“You are one of the most powerful men in the world and you’re only 16.” Vid shared.
Yelena translated for Mika. “I was there with John in the beginning. I have
trained most if not
all the men and women here today. We are here to serve and protect sir.”
Peter looked around, “Get ready everybody, we are going to bring a little bit of heaven onto Earth.”
Vid turned to Mika and spoke in Russian, “Are you ready to become one of the most powerful
men in the world, like this 16-year-old young man?” When Vid got a confident smile from Mika,
“You do that, and I will promote you again!” “My future wife deserves
to be married to a general, Sir!” Mika gathered up Yelena in a hug
as Maya
hugged Vid. All the Russians and Tony laughed. Tony then turned and translated what was
going on with the Russian group. Tony then moved inside to take the free hands of
Willa and Jenny completing that circle. When Pete started the om-ing, a ripple went
through all the structures much like an earthquake might feel. Everyone grabbed onto something.
Gaia magically showed up to kiss everybody on the cheek. She fluttered around the room and then
outside to the Minute Men and Women. Pet
e had the men and women divided up into two groups. The
left group started om-ing for the first minute. The right group continued the om-ing for the
second minute giving the left group a breather. Back and forth until halfway into the fifteenth
minute Pete brought both hands up and had all the M&M’s om-ing. Pete said aloud to
himself when 15 minutes of om-ing had elapsed, “We need to do this more often.”
“Yes, dear friend, the churches have been bringing groups together for hundreds of years
with prayer, meditation, and song. All of the religions on earth have added to this, the next
step is yours!” Gaia faded from view, “You just shortened the time to ascension by a month.”
Pete looked around; everyone was smiling. Everyone had a little kiss on their cheek. The
snow was starting to fall. Yes, it turned out to be a good day after all. Pete turned and
bowed to the audience applauding on the porch. Epilogue. Edgar Cayce said we started moving into the
Fourth Dimension in the ear
ly 1930s. He said it would take between 90 and 700 years for the
earth to make the transition. The problem is Third Dimensional times and Fourth Dimensional times
do not equate. The two times are very different, and we are somewhere in between the two
dimensions. I believe computers and all electronics are Fourth Dimensional tools.
The rate of change of our electronics is a gauge as to how quickly we are moving between
the dimensions. It does not surprise me to learn that much of the foundat
ion for
computers was laid in the 1930s. So, I do believe it is up to us to take the next
step. I have also read that Heaven is a state of mind and not a place. John Taylor
and his family and friends have created such a place. A place that is full of love,
laughter, and respect and with a little help, Gaia and other Fourth Dimensional Beings
can come and say “Hi” from time to time! Edgar Cayce also said that Mother Russia
would be the place where we will see the rebirth of Christianity. I
must laugh at my own
story because it appears that Russia still has nation-wide TV where the New United States
has only some local channels. I see Mika and Yelena pull in the hundreds of trained military
personnel to join them on pulling everyone that is watching their documentary live on TV to
God. I see most of the 140 million Russians meet God and develop a relationship with our
Father. It is quite possible to see that most of the world would be taught John’s methods and
abilities by pe
ople speaking with Russian accents. I’ve been asked, who stopped the four at the
back door? Vice President Johnny Taylor did, assisted by his wife Teresa and Nancy McCormick,
John’s assistant. After all, they had seen the results of Johnny’s adopted brother Tony with
a few friends stand up to sixty M-16s plus other weapons. What are a few Uzis? I hope to
see more of him and Tony and the gang in Book Two. A big part of that book will be on cleaning
up Mexico to allow it to become part of the
new US. Book one is about John while Book Two will be
about his sons. “Don’t forget about Spaceships.” I send blessings to all that read
this. May you live in good health, enjoy the peace and love yourself, your family,
and your neighbors. May we all see the ascension! Namaste, from a carpenter’s son! Namaste means
that the Christ in me sees the Christ in you! May we both rejoice!
Love from a child of God to you and your Family!
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