Prologue. We were sitting around the President’s Table
at Sou’s Family Restaurant. There were thirty of us volunteers plus John
Taylor. We had many maps of Mexico showing what was
left of Mexico and the different states. “If Mexico is going to be a state of our
nation, then let’s see if we can have the Mexican States be called counties. All Agreed?” John asked. “Yes!” was heard around the table. “Watch your back. You are going up against people willing to
make a buck by harming other people by s
elling them deadly drugs. Bill and Pete will have a hundred Minute Men
on standby. If you need a thousand, we will send the hundred
and call up the rest and get them to you ASAP. We have worked the odds with God. There is still a 65% chance that one or more
of you will be killed. Stay alert, stay alive, you are my brothers
and sisters, sons, and daughters. I wish I were going with you.” John had a tear in his eye. “We will be fine dad.” Tony shared. “Tony, Russia is going to feel like a birthday
party compared to this. All of you are going into a war zone for the
next few months. Don’t feel shy about asking for help.” John’s voice was reflecting the emotion
he was feeling. The thirty had been going through additional
training. Every team member had a 9MM with four hundred
rounds of ammunition. Tony had finally shot a pistol and rifle. He did okay, not great, but okay. Willa was the one that could shoot a rattlesnake
in the eye at twenty yards. She had been shooting all her life and kne
w
that guns made her safe if she went anywhere outside of the house. Brad too grew up with guns and when he fired
the M-16 for the first time, he smiled and put four more rounds into the bull’s eye. The holes from the five shots at a hundred
yards could easily be covered with a coin the size of a quarter on the target, “It
feels like my .22 at the ranch.” Many of the Teams also took M-16s with 400
to 500 rounds of ammo including the team of Tony, Brad Willa, and Gloria. They each took one with a
500 count of ammunition. There was a foot of snow outside in Omak. The natives and the buffalos were teaching
the newcomers how to ignore the snow and continue with life. The sidewalk crews moved inside. The building crew had 105 homes with people
living in them. They had another 400 with roofs on them and
were quickly working on the insides to finish. The first apartment building would be done
before Thanksgiving. The second apartment building would be done
before Christmas. The third Apartmen
t building was two weeks
away from a roof. The fourth apartment building had the first-floor
framed in. Everybody was living somewhere with a real
roof over their head. Things were crowded, but everyone could see
the progress being made every day. Hundreds of people would turn out for another
“ROOF”. They would clap and sing songs and cheer as
sections of metal roofing were completed. The entire community was sky-high. Often at the end of a cold hard day, if the
workers stopped for a beer, the f
irst round was always paid by others. On Monday, October 31, 2018, Tony, and Willa
along with Brad and Gloria walked into the Capital City José María Chetumal of Quintana
Roo on the southern tip of Mexico. Chetumal is on the border with Belize. Mexico, officially called the United Mexican
States, is a federal republic. It is south of the United States and north
of Guatemala and Belize. It is also bordered by the Pacific Ocean and
the Gulf of Mexico. It has a total area of 758,450 square miles
be
fore the earth changes (1,964,375 sq. km), which made it the fifth-largest country by
area in America and the 14th largest in the world. Mexico had a population of 112,468,855 and
is estimated that there was a loss of about 10% with the earth changes. Both in population and the area. Its capital and largest city were Mexico City. It is no longer a livable place, many died. Mexico was divided into 32 federal entities,
of which 31 were states and one was a federal district. Since the earth changed
and a major fire in
the capital, there are now only 30 states. The entire Federal Zone is in shambles. The people from up North were going to have
to deal with 30 presidents. Most of them had realized the precarious position
they were now in, the drug lords if they worked together could easily take over the country. The central leadership was gone and even the
military was trying to figure out who was boss. The many drug lords paid better. Many of the presidents could verify that fact. Several
Presidents were also drug lords. Mexico had become as corrupt as Washington,
DC. Chapter 1. Day One! October 31, 2018. Tony, Willa, Brad, and Gloria made up the
team that was going to plug the southern tip of Mexico. The 26 others made up two to four-person teams
that were going to be spread out to their North. The four targeted the municipal district of
Quintana Roo with the municipal seat named José María Chetumal with a population of
around 11,000. There were about 2,000 families. A good port
ion of the Yucatan Peninsula had
vanished into the Gulf of Mexico with the Earth’s Changes. The City José María Chetumal is now bordering
on the Gulf of Mexico. It was a little after 9:00 in the morning. This small part of Southern Mexico was in
alignment with the US Eastern Time Zone. The majority of Mexico was in the Central
Time Zone. It was just after 7:00 AM in Omak, Washington. “Is this a ghost town?” Gloria asked as they entered the town square. The main road entered the square from the
n
orth made a left turn and headed east heading down to the water of the Gulf of Mexico. “It sure looks like it.” Willa shared. There was no one on the streets, no dogs barking,
nothing moving, not even the wind. They did hear a child crying. “Look, there is a man over there. Let’s go ask him where a Café is?” Brad suggested. The four pulled their rolling cases along
behind them. Each case contained 12 cubic feet of space
and the hope was the case could become their home away from home. There were
seven days of food, guns, clothes,
blankets, sleeping cots and Tony and Brad each carried a tent along with each of them
had a heavy backpack. When Tony got near, he said, “Hello.” The man had been crying. He looked at Tony with anger for invading
his space. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you.” Tony and the others turned away. Just then two White Eagles landed in the big
tree not far away. They were mates, and one was screaming for
joy because the other had a big snake. It looked like the symbol
of Mexico only the
Eagles were the US Bald Eagle (White Eagle) and not the Mexican Golden Eagle. In broken English, “Are you from the United
States?” The man asked. “Si, YES!” Brad said with strength. “Why are you here?” The man looked at the two eagles in a big
nest near the top of the tree eating the snake. “To help you know God, and to assist you
in bringing Paradise to your country,” Gloria said in clear and correct Mexican Spanish. “My brother before he died told me of a
dream. He said ther
e would be a symbol on the day
you showed up, but there would be thirty of you.” The man shared. Tony was still watching the birds, “Is that
enough of a symbol?” Tony asked, “Because there are thirty of
us spread out all over Mexico. I am called The Big Fisherman by the Native
people where we live.” The man shook as he realized he was looking
at his brother’s dream come true. His brother also told him it would be led
by the Big Fisherman, “Are you Christians?” “We follow St. John the Beloved by
Jesus. He has returned to be the Comforter and we
will teach you what he has taught us.” Willa shared, “You will soon see Jesus and
will be able to ask him as heaven descends upon this planet.” The man went to shake his head again, then
he looked up at the two eagles. He had never seen them before, “Why are
you, so very young, here to do this?” The man asked. Tony looked up at the Eagles again, “My
friends and I stopped 99 convicts from entering our town. They had 60 M-16’s and other weapons. We
had none. Only what we had learned from St. John. We were awarded adult status. We choose to come here.” “I was mourning the loss of my brother. By default, I am the leader of our town. Call me Poncho. I am the only Poncho in our town. I was going up the mountain to see what is
poisoning our water supply. Almost everyone is sick.” Poncho shared. “This is my wife, Willa, and our best friends,
Brad and Gloria. They are also married. I am Tony. Can we come with you?” Tony asked. “Nice to meet you.
Yes, I think it best if you do. I will show you a good place to hide. Sorry I cannot offer you a house to stay in. We have none-available.” Poncho looked at Tony, “How did you get
the name Big Fisherman?” “That’s fine we have tents.” Gloria shared. “A short time ago, I caught a salmon that
weighed as much as I did!” Poncho looked at the four smiling faces and
thought about what he would do with a salmon as big as Tony, “What did you do with a
fish that big?” “We invited our friends over and enj
oyed
it for dinner. My father likes placing slices of sweet onions
and slices of pineapple in and on the fish. It adds just a hint of sweet and tart taste
to the salmon as it also adds a bit of moisture as the fish cooks.” Tony smiled. They climbed a mountain on the Southside of
the Village. They were about two hundred feet high and
could see the town square and the road to the North along with the new coastline of
the Gulf. They went through a locked gate and Poncho
turned the lock very quickly
. The four were working as each of the cases
weighed a hundred pounds or more. The backpacks weighed sixty pounds on the
girls and eighty-five pounds on the guys. The lock opened and after they were through
the gate, Poncho closed and locked it again. Another hundred feet up, there was a plateau
with a pool with a waterfall filling the pool. The plateau was about an acre in size with
the pool taking up about 25% of the area. “This water supplies all of our needs. We use about 30,000 gallons of w
ater per day.” Poncho was looking at the big screens for
the intake. He made the cross as he moved his hand from
head to stomach then across his chest. “What is it?” Tony saw the dead animals laying on the screens. “Looks like rats and maybe a cat.” Poncho shared, “Someone has put them there. Let’s get them out of there.” Gloria translated for Poncho. Poncho went to a small building and unlocked
it. He pulled out a small fishing net. He also had a device that Tony had seen old
people use to pick
up things from the ground. By squeezing the handle, the clamps at the
other end would close. Poncho handed Tony the fishing net. He pointed to a garbage can with a lid on
it. He looked at Brad, “Could you take the lid
off and make sure there is a plastic bag.” “Yes, there is a bag.” Brad was pulling it up and making sure it
wrapped around the top of the plastic can. “Good.” Poncho reached down and pulled up the dead
cat to just below the surface. Tony put the net under it and Poncho released
it
to fall into the net. Tony carefully dropped the dead cat into the
garbage sack. When he turned, Poncho had one of the rats
just below the water level. One cat and three rats later, the deed was
done. Poncho then took out a two-gallon can of chlorine
and put it into a cradle. He carefully removed the sack with dead animals
from the plastic can. He tied a knot in the opened end of the sack. He removed the lid on the chlorine and with
the sack in one hand he picked up the chain, “You do not want
to inhale the fumes from
the chlorine. It will make the water stink for a day, but
our water will be clean again.” Poncho was about twenty feet from the cradle
when he pulled the chain and eased the can over, so it would pour out its contents into
the pool, “That is done. Come I will show you where to camp. Do you have camping gear besides your tents?” Poncho asked. The four Northerners all said, “Yes!” Poncho leads the little group over to some
trees, “Do you see the clearing?” The four Norther
ners all said, “No!” “My father built this long ago when I was
a small boy. I helped him plant the trees. Follow me.” Poncho directed. The five went through a maze and came out
into a clearing that was fifty by eighty feet. The tall trees provided the area in shade,
and one could see out very well and watch the pool and waterfall. The only sign of mankind was a primitive-looking
rake to help move the pinecones away from a spot big enough for the tents, “Only my
family know where this is.” “My pe
ople are starving. The drug lords have converted much of the
good land into plants to make the drugs. We still had land we grew crops on. That land disappeared into the gulf when the
earth changes took place, and we lost many buildings and many people. My brother was one of them.” Poncho was near tears again. “Has anybody died from lack of food?” Gloria asked. “No, but soon. Our baby grows weaker every day along with
many other babies.” “Poncho sit with us. We want to see if we can create some f
ood.” Willa suggested. Poncho was envisioning a burrito like he would
make when he had food. Tony led everybody in the Lord’s Prayer
and Gloria called out “Brown rice.” A six-gallon bucket appeared. It was a food-grade bucket with a locked lid
on top and a nice handle. On the side was a label with cooking directions
in both Spanish and English. “Black beans.” Another six-gallon bucket showed up. “Freeze-dried peas, corn, diced tomatoes,
shredded beef, and shredded chicken,” Gloria whispered. Fiv
e additional buckets appeared. “Corn flour.” Another bucket showed up. “Two gallons of hot salsa and two gallons
of corn oil.” There they were, eight six-gallon buckets
and big two-gallon jugs of hot salsa and corn oil. “I suggest we help the village eat before
we worry about tents.” Willa offered. “I agree,” Gloria stated. “Can you make ten buckets of each?” Poncho asked, “My friends and I have grills
to cook on.” “We think so.” Brad offered. “How many friends with grills?” Tony asked. “I have
twenty-three, so there will be twenty-four
cooking.” “Let’s go.” Brad was used to farm work and picked up the
heavy buckets of rice and beans. When they got to the gate, “The combination
spells ‘LOVE’ in English. L is the 12th letter of the alphabet, O is
the 15th, V is the 22nd and E is the 5th. The combination is 12, 15, 22, and 5.” Poncho showed Willa, and when she announced:
“Got it.” They went through the gate. Tony and Brad looked at the fencing. It was covered with blackberry vines as far
as they could see in both directions. “That should slow somebody down.” Tony shared. “They would have to want to get in there
very bad.” Brad shared. Brad and Tony picked up their buckets along
with Gloria and Poncho making their way through the gate. Willa had one bucket of the meat and the salsa. She locked the gate and continued heading
down the hill. “Poncho is there a lot of snakes around
here?” Gloria asked. Poncho stopped and turned to Gloria to answer,
“We have rain two times every year
. I have not seen a snake since I was a little
boy when a farmer killed it and brought it to town.” Poncho shared, “It was big to a five-year-old. Maybe as long as, I was tall. That snake the white eagles had been five
to six feet tall.” “Then it truly was a sign as your brother
said you would see,” Gloria stated, in Spanish. “Yes, it would seem so.” Poncho turned and continued down the mountain,
“My brother also talked of the Big Fisherman and Indian Maiden. He also said some of those that woul
d come
would know our language.” When they got to the park that was next to
the town square, Poncho set down his buckets and got the big grill going. He put on a large two-gallon pot of beans
and another two-gallon pot of brown rice. He went over to his home and asked his sons,
“Please come out and help me!” There was a bit of moaning and complaining. “I have food, we will eat today. We will be okay!” He went inside and carried a five-gallon carboy
of water that was just inside the door to the g
rill and added water to the two pans. It took all his strength and determination
to carry it 100 feet. When the boys showed up, “Boys, our friends
have given us food. Run the water until you smell chlorine-like
we do at year-end and when you get back, I will feed you.” Poncho directed. “Can we get Mandell and Jose to help?” Diego asked. “Yes, if they are able and I will feed them
too.” Poncho advised, “Jes, get all of your friends
to help. This needs to be done quickly. I’ll feed them all.” “Oka
y, Papa.” Jess was short for Jesus. He was fifteen, soon to be sixteen, but was
stunted by about 6” because he had diabetes since childbirth. It was a wonder he was even still alive. He did have a fastball and an unhittable knuckleball. His changeup usually danced across the plate
and was fouled off. Diego the eleven-year-old would follow his
brother anywhere and be quickly running after him to help. Jess stopped and told his brother Diego to
open the first facet. Poncho smiled; he was so proud
of those two
boys. He looked at Tony and Brad and had a thought,
“My oldest son has diabetes. He probably won’t live much longer. I would do anything to have him healed.” “Brad and Tony are good at stopping bullets,
Willa and I have been trained to heal many things and diabetes is one of them.” Gloria shared with Poncho in his language. “My wife is going blind?” Poncho asked with sadness. “It may be from a lack of nourishment. We need to see her, but we think we can heal
her, too.” Willa smiled.
Poncho did not understand everything that
was said in English, but he got the message. Poncho looked at the cross on the church,
“Thank you God for sending me these beautiful people.” He turned back to his preparations and had
three fathers of the boys that were helping Jesus and Diego standing there. “Poncho, do you have food?” One of the men asked. ‘Yes, we need to do half portions then two
hours half portions again, and hopefully, we can do that four times today and six times
tomorrow. It ha
s been too long since we have eaten,
we need to do this slowly. Get your grills I need help cooking and serving. Get more water too.” Poncho was excited, and the men jumped into
action. It had been several weeks since they had killed
their last three cows. The team had their heads together planning
for this village. Gloria came over and stood next to Poncho
speaking to him in his language, “Did you have chickens? Do you have a chicken pen big enough for a
thousand baby chickens?” “Si and si. We
do not have anything to feed them with.” Poncho shared. “We will start with a thousand pounds of
chicken feed.” Gloria shared and turned to Tony and nodded. “We had forty cows before the earth changes
and many hundreds of chickens. They are all gone. With the earth changes, we lost our food supply.” Poncho pointed towards the water and shook
his head. He did not mention the twelve or so horses
and the many dogs that were also gone. Providing food for the community. So far no one had died from st
arvation, but
it was getting close. The children did not run and play. The babies were too weak to cry. People were angry and did not laugh or smile. “We may be able to get you, milk cows.” Gloria shared. In the briefing before they came, it was learned
that the buffalo needed more land around Omak and cows may be available for the hotter climate
as the meat of choice was becoming buffalo. Poncho hugged Gloria and let out a gasp as
he released some fear that he had been carrying since his brothe
r died in the waves. “You are going to need more food. Let us get to work doing our magic as Jesus
did.” Gloria shared. “Yes, like Jesus...” Poncho shivered as he whispered. Poncho looked at the cross on the church again. Poncho watched the four sit in a square. They said the Lord’s Prayer and after several
minutes off to the side, a stack of 100 six-gallon buckets was full of brown rice appeared. The four looked at their accomplishment and
the four stood and did a high five and then sat back do
wn to focus on black beans. This came easier and in half the time there
was another stack of twenty-five buckets stacked four high for again a total of one hundred. The peas, corn, tomatoes, shredded chicken,
shredded beef, corn flour all came easier and faster. The salsa and corn oil also came quickly. The four were learning. Poncho was standing there along with several
hundred people. The parents of the boys working on the water
system. They were all in shock. “Poncho, get them moving!” Tony s
miled, “Now, okay! Your people are hungry.” Tony laughed as he saw a few smiles. Lorenzo’s son was nearby, “Little L, can
you run over to the faucet by the church and turn it on until you smell Chlorine? Turn the sign to red then turn off the faucet. Please.” Poncho asked, “You will eat first with Jesus
and the water crew.” Poncho saw the eleven-year-old take off at
a slow run towards the church. It looked like he was giving it his best effort. Poncho started laughing, “Okay, NOW!” He turned to
the crowd. “These are our friends from the New US Government.” Poncho started in a loud voice. “Who are they Poncho?” A voice in the crowd asked. Poncho looked at Gloria. Gloria pulled a cross that hung on a chain
around her neck for all to see. She spoke in Spanish, “We are children of
God the same as you. Let us be known as the Rainbow Warriors. We follow St. John the beloved of Jesus. He has come again to be the comforter of mankind
as Jesus promised. On Wednesday after you have your strength
back, we will take you to heaven where Jesus is.” Gloria looked around. There were 12 grills set up now and the smell
of food was even making Gloria’s stomach rumble, “Senor Poncho has told the boys
that have been working on getting chlorine in the water pipes that they can eat when
they got done. Come, boys.” Gloria started clapping and everyone clapped
and cheered as the boys came forward. She had seen the boys come running up. They felt like they had just won a baseball
game. They had turned
on a hundred faucets and waited
until the smell of chlorine was coming through. The chlorine in the pipes was about 10 to
20 parts per million. Enough to kill the worse bugs. The boys would flush the system in the morning,
and all should be fine again. They left each faucet with the red sign, “DO
NOT USE, NOT POTABLE!” Tomorrow, they would flush the system and
turn the sign over showing the green side with “POTABLE WATER”. Poncho took a deep breath, “WE have not
eaten for a while.” There was mu
ch agreement with what he said. “Let’s start slowly with a small burrito. Then again in two hours, another burrito,
and again in four and six hours. Tomorrow we will eat 6 times starting at 7:00
and on Wednesday we will be back to eating more regular servings. Is that okay?” Poncho looked out for his friends and neighbors. Everyone was smiling and nodding yes. A large group of women and children were bringing
out little plates. Thousands of them. There were four serving lines, and the women
took
over serving the food. They were serving about a hundred every five
minutes. More grills were set up until there was twenty-four
cooking away. Soon a thousand was being served every ten
minutes. “Poncho had told his sons to take Maria,
their mother a burrito and introduce Gloria and Willa to her.” Many minutes later when the line in front
of Poncho came to an end, he was surprised when Maria was standing in front of him. “I can see you!” Maria said. “You look really beautiful.” Poncho shared, “
Thank you, God!” “Have you eaten?” Maria asked. Poncho had to think for a moment, “No.” “Make yourself a burrito and sit down,”
Maria commanded with a giggle. She was happy to be able to say such a thing. Poncho’s adopted brother Lorenzo handed
Poncho a small plate with a burrito on it, “Listen to your wife, amigo. We have fifteen minutes before everyone lines
up again.” When Poncho sat down, he took a bit of his
burrito. His eyes closed, and he savored the taste
of real food for the first time
in over ten days. He had to think, maybe it had been longer
than ten days. He couldn’t remember what he ate or when
he ate it. “Dad why does this food taste so good?” Jesus asked. “I believe it comes from God.” Poncho shared. “Okay.” Jesus thought for a few seconds, “Did you
know the girls healed me. I’m not sick anymore.” “That’s fantastic.” Poncho moved to hug his son and Maria caught
his plate that was heading to the ground saving his half-eaten burrito. When Poncho unwrapped from the hug, he
looked
for the rest of his burrito. Maria handed it to him. “I’m sure glad you can see.” Poncho wiggled his eyebrows. Maria blushed, “We will see. You have a very long day planned for yourself,
my love.” “Our town is eating; I feel like I could
move mountains.” Poncho shared, “Where are the girls?” “They have volunteered to help with the
dishes.” Maria shared with pride. “What water are they using for the dishes?” Poncho asked in alarm. “Tony was able to transport water from the
waterfalls abov
e the chlorine. He then said the Lord’s Prayer and heated
the water.” Jesus shared, “He says we will know how
to do the same things before they leave here.” Poncho thought about this. “Poncho, Willa says Tony is the son of St.
John. A short time ago, Tony and Willa went to Russia,
saved the President of Russia’s life, and trained over 400 men and women. They found a mountain of gold and then helped
transport over 1,100 buffalo, so Russia could start their herd of Buffalo. These four are master t
eachers. I want to know what they know.” Maria stated with conviction. “I do too, daddy.” Jesus shared. “To take water from a waterfall and put
it into a sink. To create food to feed 11,000 people. To heal people of many things. These four are like Jesus. How can we do this?” “Poncho, I had a thought the same as yours
and Willa read my mind. She said, do not put me on a pedestal, I walk
the same earth that you do. Remember, Jesus said ‘To follow him’. He did not tell us to put him on a pedestal
and then say, ‘I can’t do what he did!’” Maria giggled, “Gloria said, if Mexico became
part of the New United States, we would have representatives from each district and a Governor
of the State of Mexico. I saw the way people looked at you today,
there was a lot of love and respect there. The border would be open to the other states. Our children might have a future.” Maria whispered this last sentence. “Let me think on all this,” Poncho asked. Maria smiled; she knew she had gotten through
to h
im. “Poncho, the beans are ready, well, they
have cooked enough to eat.” We will need several buckets of things...” Lorenzo shared. Poncho pointed to the eight stacks of 100
buckets, “Friends that is what these buckets are for. Take and use what you need. Let’s feed our neighbors and families.” Gloria came over to talk, “Poncho, let’s
have each household take a jug of salsa home with them at this meal okay.” “Okay, what is the plan?” Poncho asked. “Have each household take a jug of corn
oil home
at the third meal. Have them take a bucket of cornflour home
at the last meal today. First meal tomorrow another bucket of corn
flour then chicken, beef, peas, corn, and tomatoes for the last meal. Have the men and boys move the wagons and
deliver rice and beans to each household.” Gloria shared, “By Wednesday, the people
can cook for themselves.” “Great Plan.” Poncho was starting to feel his energy coming
back, “I love it. Let’s do it.” Poncho thought for a minute, “How many healings
did you a
nd Willa do?” “I don’t know, thirty or forty. We lost count.” Gloria shared. “I thank you very much.” Poncho’s voice had given out and all he
had was a whisper. Gloria hugged him, and she worked on his voice,
“Your welcome, do you need anything else?” “No.” Poncho’s eyes got big as he realized he
had his voice back, “Thank you again.” His voice was stronger, louder and a few octaves
deeper. Ten minutes later all was ready on the serving
lines. Poncho told his neighbors the plans. He was cheered
and applauded. He tried to tell everyone it was Gloria’s
and the other’s plans. The people did not care, they were ready to
start celebrating. They cut 15 minutes off their serving time. They got it to an hour and a half. By the fourth and last meal of the day they
got the serving time down to one hour and ten minutes. Poncho had suggested a little bigger portion
and they had gone from 8” tortillas to 9” tortillas. Beans were being added also to the three later
meals. They increased the portions
to a tablespoon
and a half of each of the items. At the end of the day, there were about one
hundred and thirty empty food buckets. Tony and Brad with help lined up one hundred
of the buckets and Tony gave a class on how he had gotten a sink full of water four times. Tony walked Brad through it several times. Jesus had listened and watched Tony all four
times. He went over to a bucket, calmed himself,
and imagined he was in the church and pointed at it like Tony and had water flowing into
the b
ucket until it ran onto the ground. He then moved and pointed to the next one
and filled it too. Diego went and got the empty carboys that
had the water used to cook everything. Jesus filled them all. He went to the empty sink and put the cork
in it and then filled the sink. Poncho was watching his sons. Maria came up to see the last of the containers
being filled with water. The bigger kids joined the water squad, moving
the full carboys to the tables. The lids were put on the buckets, and they
too were stationed to be used by the cooking crew tomorrow. Maria went over with a cup and drew out some
of the water to taste. Her smile told all, the water was alive and
clean. She brought the cup over to Poncho and he
too drank the water down. He held the empty cup, and everyone cheered. Someone found a ladle and someone else brought
out a large box of small glasses. Soon there were dozens of people with small
glasses full of water and one would have thought they were in a tavern with the fi
nest beer. Toasts were being made and the four from Omak
were winning the trust of this beautiful little town. Willa and Gloria were busy healing hundreds
of the worse cases of dysentery. Brad and Tony were on the way to help the
girls when they were asked by Jesus for a demonstration on stopping things. He had heard this from Willa and Gloria when
they were healing him and his mother. Tony and Brad looked at each other. Brad looked up. He silently asked Tony if they should take
them to God. Ton
y shook his head for a NO, “Let’s teach
Jesus how to stop tennis balls. He’s ready.” “Are you bringing the box?” Brad asked. “Your call.” Tony directed. The box was a reinforced 4’ X 4’ X 4’
and had about 12,500 tennis balls. It saved the factory time and costs in packaging
the Tennis balls. The box was sitting in Omak in a warehouse. “I’ll do it. I need practice. Say over by that tree?” Brad asked. “Again, your call. Seems like a good place to me.” Tony laughed. He was being gentle, but his pla
n and hopes
were that when they were done here, Brad would have the confidence to run such a project
with Gloria. Brad’s dad did the same thing to him. Yes, he would step up. This was his and Gloria’s assignment with
the hope things would go faster with Tony and Willa being here. Wow, they seemed to be going a hundred miles
per hour. “I’ll toss, you teach?” Tony asked. Brad nodded his agreement as he neared the
tree. Tony watched and soon his friend was carefully
cutting the top open of the newl
y arrived box. He had gathered around him dozens of boys
and girls wanting to know what was in the box. John’s Assistant Nancy had found a small
sports manufacturer in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho. He was just getting ready to lock his doors
and close for good at around 9:00 in the morning in mid-October. Nancy negotiated for a million tennis balls
a month until she stopped the order. He asked how long, and she said let’s plan
on 5 years with three extensions. She also wanted a million of each of the f
ive
basic lanyards per month under the same 5 years with three extensions. When the phone call was done, he went in and
sat down at his secretary’s desk and looked at her picture of Jesus. He called her phone and after chatting for
ten minutes, he asked her to come back to work. Nancy was sending a letter of credit to the
county bank. The plant was in business once again, all
he had to do was retool and expand the tennis ball line and the lanyard line. He called his wife. She screamed, but it wa
s a happy scream. He called his mechanic and the man said he
was on his way. He would bring in two of the crew to assist
him with the needed changes. He called the bank, and they confirmed his
letter of credit was there and all he had to do was come by and sign the agreement. The community was not that big and good news
traveled almost as fast as bad news. Everyone started showing up. His wife came and even brought back the can
of coffee he had taken home the day before. They all got half a cup
of coffee and toasted
the good news. One of the workers asked, “How long is the
contract for, boss?” When they heard the answer of five years with
three five-year extensions possible, everybody took the last swallow of their coffee, put
the cups in the sink, and filed out to go to work. Several shouted their excitement once they
left the office area. One of the men had mowed a lawn for $1.50
the day before. $20 a day sounded wonderful. That would make living easy. $20 in silver or gold is like $
200 in greenbacks
before the earth changes. Brad told the kids they could take a ball
to play with, but when they were done, to please put the balls back into the box. He had no idea if any of them understood what
he had said. Jesus did say something in Spanish and hundreds
of balls were soon leaving the box. Diego was also there standing next to his
brother, “Diego can you take these six balls to Tony, please?” Brad asked as he pointed towards Tony. Brad realized, he could shorten the number
of
words and probably improve understanding. “Si Senor!” Diego answered. Brad was happy when Diego went towards Tony
with his arms full of tennis balls. Brad and Tony moved out to the center of the
square, standing about thirty feet away from each other. Thousands stood around the two. Gloria stepped forward and started explaining
in Mexican Spanish what was happening. Brad looked at Jesus, “Jesus feel my shield. Okay?” Jesus nodded. Poncho and Maria came over and watched and
listened. Poncho also
felt Brad’s shield. Brad looked at Tony and nodded. The ball that Tony threw was not fast, but
it was dead on. The ball bounced off Brad’s shield back
in the direction of Tony. One of the boys ran out and picked up the
ball. He threw it to another boy near Tony, “One
more Tony please.” Brad requested. The same thing happened, “Jesus, are you
ready.” Jesus nodded his head. Brad felt for the shield in front of Jesus. It was there. Brad looked at Tony and nodded. Tony fired one at Jesus’s chest. T
he tennis ball flew straight and bounced
away about a foot from Jesus without hitting him. The crowd took in a breath. “Jesus, you want to go for ten?” Brad asked loud enough for Gloria to hear
and share with the community in Spanish. “Yesssss, si!” Jesus understood and replied. Gloria shared with everyone Jesus’s answer. Brad felt for the shield then held up two
fingers to Tony. In thirty seconds, it was over. The last ball Jesus was able to send halfway
back. Gloria held up a yellow lanyard an
d explained
to the community what Jesus had achieved. He had taken the first step in St. John’s
training. Gloria handed it to Poncho, “We feel the
head of the community might like to put this around his son’s neck.” Poncho raised the yellow lanyard and placed
it around his son’s neck then hugged him. The community finally reacted with a lite
applause. Gloria held up one of the green lanyards and
explained. She reached into her bag, pulled out her gun,
and handed it to Tony. Brad took his place w
here Jesus had been. Tony returned and when all was set, he fired
at Brad. Brad let the bullet spin for a few seconds
about a foot from him and four feet off the ground as the kids nearby pointed to it and
commented. Brad reached out and took control of the bullet
and then handed it to Poncho. “It’s still hot.” Poncho shared. “Someone asked, “But what good does this
do for us?” Gloria responded in Spanish with, “Thank
you. I will explain. The accomplishment of the third step is shown
by the indi
vidual wearing the blue lanyard. In our Bible, we learn to do unto others as
we want to be done unto ourselves. If an enemy wants to kill us, then God has
told us we have the right to self-defense. If we can return the round that is meant to
harm us to the individual that fired that round, are we not abiding by God’s rules? Tony and Brad are going to show with a tennis
ball how the shields can be made to work for more than just stopping things.” Tony threw the ball, Brad’s shield sent
it back at
twice the speed. Tony doubled it again. The ball went back and forth about twenty
times and then as it hit Tony’s shield popping loud enough for all to hear and fell apart
as it hit the ground about halfway between Tony and Brad. “We are done for today’s demonstrations,”
Gloria announced. “Jesus, you are now a teacher.” Jesus looked at Brad, “Teach all your friends. And when they can stop 10 tennis balls as
you did in a row then come to us and we will give out yellow lanyards to you to promote
them.” “What is your goal in all this?” Poncho asked. “To make this community afraid of NO ONE!” Tony shared. “We have against us, 250 to 300 paid gunmen
that do the dirty work of the seven Drug Lords.” Poncho informed, “We call them riders.” Tony looked around, “We are not teaching
you how to murder anyone. We are teaching you how to defend yourself. Brad, Gloria, and Willa joined with me to
stop 99 convicts with 60 machine guns. We had no weapons only our training. If those convicts had gotten
by us, they may
have killed thousands of our friends, neighbors, and family members. Your community will be able to stand up and
say NO like we did.” Jesus made an announcement, “Who wants to
learn how to do this?” There were hundreds of “I DO” in Spanish. Jesus started organizing things. Kids were lined up and balls were being tossed. “Poncho and Maria, sometimes when a wrong
is being committed, it requires the community to come together to solve it!” Tony shared, “We are giving you the tools
and knowledge to do that.” “Poncho look at what they have done today. We are not hungry. Our son can point to a bucket and fill it
with good water. He can stop things with his mind. I can see that our son is healthy for the
first time in his life. Our baby is starting to giggle. What did you expect when you got up this morning?” Maria laughed, “I know you prayed, is this
not some of what you asked for?” Poncho laughed. He carefully hugged Maria. She was still holding a giggling little boy. Jesus
came running up, “I need another yellow
lanyard.” Gloria started digging into her carryall. She found five and gave them to Jesus. “Mocha gracias!” Jesus carefully hung four around his neck
and carried the fifth one back at full speed. The four looked at each other. “Poncho, Maria, we will see you bright and
early.” Gloria shared, “Tell Jesus, we will get
a big box of lanyards first thing tomorrow morning.” From both Poncho and Maria, “Thank you,
Tony, Brad, Gloria, and Willa.” Maria turned to
her two girls, “Show them
the swimming hole.” “Okay, Mommy.” The two girls ran after the northerners from
Omak, Washington. The two daughters, Teresa and Anna of Poncho
and Maria’s showed them the nice lake. It was fed from the overfull of the water
source above. It too had a beautiful waterfall. It was four times the size of the one further
up the hill covering over an acre. It smelled of chlorine, but all four felt
it was no worse than the pool at the high school back home. The four stripped d
own to boxers for the boys
and bras and panties for the girls. They enjoyed a good soak for a half-hour. When they got out, they transported themselves
to the camp. They were able to find towels and dry them
off once they got there. The four working together set up their camp. After an hour and a half, Willa made some
relaxing tea. The four each had an empty food bucket they
were sitting on as they drank their tea, “How did we do today?” Tony asked. “I think we did well for the fact we did
not t
ake into consideration enough that these people were starving to death.” Gloria shared. “Top thing on our objective is trust. I believe we have their trust.” Brad offered. “Did you hear while we were in the pool,
the community cheering? There was that loud one. That could have been Poncho earning his yellow
lanyard. Tony, we did not give out any lanyards until
the next day in Moscow. I think this is going to hit like a match
hitting a pool of gasoline. I wouldn’t be surprised if we handed out
fi
fty lanyards in the morning!” Willa shared, “Listen, another cheer from
the community. There is still a little bit of daylight left. Wow!” “You are right honey. That door of trust did not open until after
we stopped the coop on day two in Russia.” Tony thought for a second, “Even then we
only had Demetri and the twenty that could not speak English excited about learning what
we could teach.” Tony smiled and raised his cup of Tea, “Welcome
to the next State of our United States. I feel very good
about what we have done!” “Here, here,” Brad added. “I wonder how the other teams are doing. Brad shared. “Don’t know until we go back.” Willa shared. “We need to all learn enough Spanish to
communicate,” Willa suggested. Everyone agreed. Gloria gave a class until the sunset on basic
Spanish. The four listened to many more cheers from
down below. The community was alive and well. They had made a difference.
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