When the World Trade Complex was destroyed
on September 11, 2001, we were told of two planes that destroyed three buildings by 18
men from Saudi Arabia and one Egyptian. A friend of John’s told him his brother had been
in Afghanistan from early in 2000. A year and a half before 911. John wondered if we would
attack Venezuela and Peru if 18 Mexicans and one Cuban attacked something in the United States.
911 did not make sense shortly after it happened. Seventeen years later it still did not m
ake
sense to him. Finding the Gold, diamonds, and barrier bonds in Denver from the World Trade
Center’s private bank sure made it appear to be a bank robbery. It had also confirmed some of
the rumors John had heard and read. The Russians had stopped heroin production from Afghanistan in
the 1990s. Since 2002 the amount of heroin on the streets of the world cities has skyrocketed. John
heard just before the earth changed that heroin was cheaper than marijuana in New York City.
Afghanistan wa
s producing 85% of the world’s heron again until Russia put a stop to it. The
Taliban had been made the bad guys. Part of the modus operandi of building an empire. We always
had a bad guy. We saw staged unidentifiable men with black masks cut the heads off identifiable
Americans. The vids were as good as any Hollywood Movie. Most Americans accepted that as truth, not
the fantasy that it truly was. When a head is cut off, blood pressure will send a quarter-inch
column of blood three to four
feet into the air. The videos had no blood. They were fantasies
designed to make Americans Fearful of ISIS. The current bad guy. When the government had
run out of bad guys, they created ISIS. John and the family had gone to God
on Sunday after dinner. He heard from God that an attack was coming to Omak.
God said, “It was from one of the three bases left of the NSA. The weapon that
was used was the same Ray Gun used in the destruction of the World Trade Buildings.”
“How does the Ray Gun func
tion?” John asked. “It works much like your microwave oven.”
God answered, “On what you call radio waves.” “That’s why some of the men that jumped from
the twin towers took their shirts and pants off. They were wet from the sprinklers
and the Ray Gun was boiling them alive.” “That is correct!” God answered.
John was thinking of a way to shield everybody. He kept getting a vision
of the glass door on the microwave. “Father, why were the buildings
destroyed?” John asked. “The engineers told t
he designers, for the
buildings to be that tall, the weight had to be reduced significantly. They put slag (Impurities
skimmed off during the production of steel.) in the concrete mix, reducing the weight by 40%, but
made the concrete 30% stronger. Because of the 30% increase in strength, they were able to reduce the
thickness of the floors by that 30%. Shortly after the first anniversary, the floors started breaking
down. By the tenth anniversary, 25% of the floors were no longer useful. U
pon 911 the amount was
into the 60% range of lost space in the three buildings. The proof is buried in the Title Report
when it was sold the previous year.” God answered. “Wow, thank you, Father!” John replied.
When they got home, “Daddy why does the wave oven have that pretty pattern on the door?” Teri asked.
“That’s it.” John told Teri, “It stops the waves from coming out through the
door. It makes you safer.” They had a week.
Everyone was very busy. A few days before Christmas everyone but
a few
hid. Ben and Sally Taylor and Steven Nation led their fellow students in an outside exercise. The
students had been handpicked for this mission. All the Fisher kids were there. John and Jenny along
with friends and family were at Sou’s. The ceiling and walls were covered with a metal pattern
that many had seen before. The underside of the Big President’s Table was also covered in this
same pattern. John knew when the buzzing stopped that Mary and Sam were overhead taking out the
Hel
icopters responsible for this atrocity. There were many new piles of identifying flying objects
on the ground appearing to be piles of garbage, ready to be taken to the recycling plants. John
and Jenny had dozens of the younger children of the town’s people with them under the table. Every
table in Sou’s had been covered on the underside with the metal pattern providing a second level
of protection. Even so, John could feel the vibration much like when he stood in front of
the microwave at
home when it was operating. John’s phone did the melody
signifying family, “Hello?” The battalion that was shooting the kids at the
school as they made their way through Omak were dropping, as the rounds were returned at
many times muzzle velocity. Tony and Willa were bringing up a small group of twenty behind
the battalion and with a message sent to Ben, the students facing the Battalion
disappeared as they transported the Battalion to the west side of the sun.
Brad looked at Tony and Will
a, “What’s next boss?” “We need to make sure that all of the helicopter
personnel are also with God,” Willa responded. Brad looked at Tony, recognizing what
he was doing. Tony winked at him and the two split up the group and transported
to the two closest downed helicopters. Tony called his dad, “We are in Phase Three.”
“10-4” Is all that John said over the phone. He turned to Jenny, “Time for us to go to work.”
“I didn’t have time to tell you, we now have 748 men and women ready to search th
e entire county
for anybody hurt or hurting.” John was helping Jenny crawl out from under the table.
“How’s Bert?” John asked. Jenny felt her tummy, “He’s kicking up a storm.
I’m glad I’m not trying to sleep.” Jenny giggled. “Going to find out who’s in charge,” John said
“Me too dad.” Willy had his arm wrapped around John’s leg.
“Daddy, I need to be there too,” Lucy reported hanging onto John’s other leg.
John looked at his smartphone. He had gotten several messages today. One of those message
s
came from Sam. He was riding as Mary’s Co-pilot on the good ship Lily. They were cloaked and
had followed another helicopter to the airport, watching it land, Sam had sent John the GPS
Coordinates. “Let’s go, kids, on three. One, two, THREE!” The transport happened.
John had bent down to take the hand of each of the kids. They were about fifty
feet from where the helicopter was. Two men were standing outside of the blade wash
talking. John and the kids walked up to them. The men turned to
them and one of them asked, “Who
the hell are you? And where did you come from?” While in Mexico, over dinner several of them
happen to talk about the most painful event they had ever had to happen to them. John was
part of that family meeting. Poncho described his experience when he had been shot in the
shoulder. Everyone agreed that had to be the most painful. So, when John told the man who
he was, then demanded to know who the man was, all he got in return was a small-caliber bullet
se
nt his way. John didn’t want to kill the man, then he remembered the painful shoulder. The
second man also fired at John and John wanted to know where that man, who was in military clothing,
was based at. He just wanted to talk to these two then take them to God. So, he returned the bullets
to their shoulder joints on each of the two men. John was tired of the blade wash, he reached
up and with his TK ability, he squeezed the fuel line closed. The engine on the helicopter
coughed and sputte
red several times then came to a stop. The pilot pulled his sidearm and fired
at John. The bullet was returned and entered the man’s chest. He fell out of the helicopter and
did not move. John didn’t want to talk with him. “How are you doing this?” The man
asked holding his dangling arm. “It doesn’t matter, what matters
is who are you?” John demanded. “I own you! I claim the right to be the
emperor of this continent.” The man said, “You and your children are all going to die.
I descend fro
m the Royal families of Europe.” “Big deal, so do I. King James Stewart was
my 11th Great Grand Father on my mother’s side and Charlemagne and Hildegarde are
my 34th Great Grandparents on my dad’s. Two of John’s Marine guards showed up. “Find
out from that man where his base is. How many people are still there and why are they working
for this man?” John directed the two Marines, “When you have all or some of that
information, pass it on to one of my sons. I would appreciate it if you then
went
with them and helped clean out the cesspool.” “Aye, Aye, Sir!”
John bent down, so he could ask, “Are you two, ready?”
“Yes, daddy.” Both Willy and Luci said. Willy added, “Good job daddy!”
“Thank you, son.” John could hear in his mind the man screaming from the pain. His address
was easily assessable from his weakened state. “On three. One, two, THREE!” The transport happened.
They ended up in the man’s favorite place. It was not a “Man Cave”, but certainly a place where
people could re
lax and entertain. Perhaps watch one of his sports teams on his enormously
big screen TV. The room had very comfortable seating for twenty or more. The man collapsed
into what appeared to be his favorite chair. John saw a young boy peak into the room then run
away. Robert Roth was the name John was hearing. This room probably was worth as much as the
average American’s house. Off to the left was a gold inlaid mirror behind the well-stocked bar.
The shades on the windows were remote-controll
ed. Not what you can find on the internet, but the
good ones. Carpet into the hundreds of dollars per square foot. There now were many drops
of blood soaking into it from Robert Roth. The young boy was back. John did not pay any
attention to him. John saw out of the corner of his eye as the little boy went flying. John
turned his head; the little boy was stuck to the wall with his feet about 2’ off the floor and
his toy bat went bouncing across the granite tile in the great entryway. Willy
was rubbing his
hands together like he was knocking off the dust. The man pressed one of the many buttons on his
custom-built Lazy Boy recliner. It was almost funny, it sounded like a herd of buffalos
coming up the stairs. They must have been athletes because they moved with grace and speed.
There were six of them and they were all around 300 pounds and were 6’2”, 6’4”, and 6’6” tall.
No fat, all muscles. One of them grabbed Luci. “Luci, can you form your shield
behind you?” John asked qui
etly. “Okay, daddy!” Luci said.
The man SCREAMED louder than anyone John had ever heard. Portions of both arms
had been sliced off, including part of the man’s face. Luci dropped to the floor. She saw in time
as another man aimed his gun at her. The man off to the right fired what must be a 10-gauge shotgun
at Luci. She sent it back. He fell to the floor in considerable pain. His white tee-shirt was turning
red with blood, peppered with little holes. John mumbled, “My little girl has
grown
up.” John had wondered if Luci truly earned the black lanyard. That
question had just been answered in spades. Willy glanced at his dad. The slight nod John
gave him was enough. Willy took a stance that he had learned in his Karate class. He let loose
with a yell then slammed a large shield into the four big men still standing against the far
wall taking out the bulletproof windows, frames, supporting woodwork, and header. In the middle of
the new opening, the ceiling sagged about a foot. A
young lady came down the big million-dollar
grand stairway to see what all the noise was about. She stopped and looked around at
everything then froze as she recognized John, “St. John, your real. Just a minute.” She turned
and ran back upstairs. In two minutes, she was back. She had on her yellow lanyard, “God says
I’m to get tested today for my green lanyard.” “Who are you?” Luci asked.
“I’m Roberta, my friends call me Bobby. How did he get shot?” pointing at her father.
“He fired at me,
and I didn’t want him dead until I found out who he was and
where he lived,” John responded. “We were supposed to meet you today. That’s
what God said.” Luci smiled at Bobby. “Is it possible that I can live with
you?” Bobby asked, “God said I could.” “We got to get everyone to vote, but if God says
it’s so then it probably is then.” Luci smiled. Bobby took a deep breath while staring into the
eyes of her father, “That man and Billy the kid KILLED my mother. Then they buried her next
to the
neighbor’s DOG in the flower garden. Billy KILLED the neighbor’s dog when she came
into our yard. Dad helped him bury it, then the two of them buried mom next to the DAMN DOGG.”
Robert reached across his body with his good arm to a small compartment. He opened it and pulled
out a small pistol, “You little un-loyal shit!” He fired the gun at his daughter. Bobby’s shield
reflected it at her father. The man’s eyes got very big as his chin hit his chest an inch
or so above the entry wound from
the bullet he had just fired at his daughter.
“Thank you, God. Please take care of Mommy.” Bobby cried. The weight of the
world had been lifted off. She sat down in one of the other Lazy Boy-type seats
holding her head with gut retching sobs. “Luci took Bobby’s hand then she climbed into her
lap, “It will be okay, we have snow, and we have buffalos everywhere.” Luci was rubbing Bobby’s
shoulder, “I use to be afraid of the buffalos, but not anymore. They are just like big dogs. Do
you know,
they like carrots just like horses?” “We have Barket, too. He’s, our dog.”
Willy was there helping his new sister. John dialed his phone and heard, “This is
the 911 operator. How can we help you?” “This is John Taylor; I am reporting
several homicides. Please send help to the home of Robert Roth.”
“We know the address, the Police, and Fire Departments are on the way.” The
Operator hesitated, “May I ask, are you the John Taylor who is our President?”
“That is correct,” John answered. “Sir, ar
e there any threats in the house?”
“No threat at this time.” “Sir, please go to the front door and open
it for the officers and firemen to enter.” “I am heading there now,” John said.
“I’ll show you,” Bobby was still crying, but running past John, heading to the front
door. Luci and Willy were running after her. “Bobby, how did you get so good
at returning things?” John asked when they reached the big, beautiful wood door.
“I’ve been at Mary Joe’s house for a week, we both got good at returni
ng tennis balls,” Bobby said.
John sat on the steps of the front porch talking with Bobby, “Where are we at Bobby?”
Two police cars arrived with “TORONTO POLICE” on their doors, “Operator, the police are here now.”
“Good luck sir. It is my pleasure to talk with you, Mr. President.” The
operator hung up the connection. “We are in Toronto, St. John,” Bobby answered.
Two officers came forward, “Any threats in the house?”
“There may be a 9-year-old boy, Billy Roth is in there,” John reported.
The t
wo policemen moved forward. Willy and Luci followed them back into the house.
When everybody went outside to wait for the police and firemen, Willy’s spider web dissolved, and
Billy hit the floor running. When he got to his bedroom, he got his key and opened his gun case.
He pulled out his semi-automatic .22 LR model 597 Remington rifle. He had a 30-round magazine he
put into the rifle. He also had a Colt Woodsman Model .22 Long Rifle Pistol that his dad also got
him. By the time the grip ha
d been modified to fit his small hand the price his dad had paid was over
$3,000. It was a little heavy, but he could hit a neighbor’s dog that had gotten into their yard. He
put on his holster for the pistol and moved into the hall. His room was upstairs, next to his sissy
sisters. He was thinking he would kill his sister if he got a chance. That little boy then the boy’s
dad was also on the list of those needing killing. He had played combat games with the security
guards on many occasion
s. There was a place where the upstairs balcony overlooked the main entrance,
big hallway, and TV room. He knew he couldn’t see and use the rifle, without being seen. When he
got on the floor, he laid down his rifle on the floor next to him and pulled his pistol out of
his holster. He could see the two policemen. They were checking out his father. He got one in the
back and as the other one turned, he got him too. Willy and Luci saw the two officers go down.
Willy turned to Luci and made th
e quiet sign by pointing to his nose. He then pointed to
himself and then upstairs. He pointed to Luci then to the two men. Luci nodded in agreement.
Willy transported. When he arrived a few feet away from Billy he had his back to him.
He quickly turned, “HEY!” Willy yelled. “You again?” Billy rolled over and
sat up aiming his pistol and firing. The round hit Willy’s shield. He returned
the round, hitting the boy between his eyes. The boy’s head hit the floor with a
THUMP. Willy then went t
o the railing and spoke to Luci below, “Okay sister. All clear!”
“Thank you, Willy.” Luci had said the Lord’s Prayer already. She saw herself sitting
with God. Her little hands both turned blue and transparent. She reached into the body
of the first officer and pulled out the bullet. The officer started to move, “Stay still, let
me finish. You will be all right.” She handed the officer the bloody round. He looked at
it, giving her time to heal his entry wound. The officer thought “Who in
th
e world is this little girl?” “I’m Luci Taylor. My daddy is President John
Taylor. I need to help your friend now.” The man nodded as he watched Luci rub her hands
together. They became clean and when Luci closed her eyes for a few seconds her hands turned blue
again. Luci reached into the second man’s body and pulled out the bullet he had been hit with. She
also pulled out a sliver of bone that had been broken off one of the officer’s ribs. When the
man started to move, “Hold tight there H
opkins, this little girl will make you all better.”
The first officer said then laughed. Luci giggled at the compliment. In five minutes,
Luci was done. She manifested two heavy paper napkins, giving one to each officer. She then
pulled two large bottles of water off the stack at her mommy’s clinic, transporting them to her
hands. She handed one to each of the officers. The District’s Captain and one of
the Police Commissioners pulled up outside. The fire department was just ahead
of them.
When the two men exited the vehicle, “Is that the President?” the captain asked
looking up at the top steps of the porch. “I don’t know, let me bring him up on my phone.”
A minute later, “Yep, that’s him. Marine Corp cap, white beard, white eyebrows. Looks like Santa
Claus.” Both men checked out their dress were squared away and proceeded up the steps to
meet President John Taylor. Two US Marines were standing at parade rest at the foot of the steps.
The captain was in a uniform and was tol
d to continue by the men. The Commander, who was in a
suit, was stopped, “Identification please Sir.” “I’m one of the District Commanders.”
The man showed his ID and Badge showing he had the grade of Colonel.
“Go ahead, sir.” The Marine with Sargent stripes said.
“Are you the President’s Guard?” The Commander asked.
“We try to be sir. It is difficult keeping up with him. He can go anywhere
in the Universe in a heartbeat. And does often! He’s a good man and a fellow Marine.”
“Haven’t even met
him and I already like him.” The Commander moved towards the top of the steps.
“Officer is it clear in there?” The captain asked. “Yes sir, two of our officers were shot.”
The officer on the porch with John Taylor reported. John had the three kids in a hug. All
three were upset letting out the emotions of being involved in the killing of others.
“Did you call it in?” The captain asked. “No sir, the President’s daughter healed them. I
knew the fire department was on the way. They are sitting u
p and drinking water.” The officer
reported, “The threats were taken care of by the President’s three-year-old son. He goes by
‘General’ and wears three stars on his collar.” “Is his name Willy?” The captain had his
mouth opened waiting for an answer, “Taylor?” “Yes, Sir!” The officer then pointed to
the three kids that John was comforting. “We’ll never have a better story.” The captain
thought aloud, “The Roth presence in America is no more except for a 12-year-old
girl. The captain liste
ned and smiled. “St. John, I want to give all of my daddy’s
properties and everything else to you.” Bobby was still crying hanging onto John. Willy and
Luci were also still being comforted. Each of the three had shed a few tears. All three would
need more hugs and love to complete the emotional healing from their experiences. John still had
them all wrapped up in a hug. He remembered another time when he fell asleep with Bert, Matt,
and Gaia in his arms. It seemed like yesterday. John looke
d up at the Captain and Commander,
realizing both had heard the little girl, “What if I set up a trust of $10,000,000
so you can use it to go to college or buy a car or a farm or business when you grow up?”
Bobby surprised the three men. She presented her little hand with, “It’s a deal then.” She said
with tears making their way down her cheeks. John called up Commander Kennady. He had
talked with everyone concerned. A star was in her near future, “How are things there?”
“We took a squad of
Minute Men to the home base high in the Cascade Mountains. They took everyone
left on the base to God to let him figure it out.” Mary took a deep breath, “We are currently
on standby with six other ships. Your son Johnny and Bill are running things down there.”
“Can you bring Tin Man with you and his ship? We are going to need some help moving a young girl.”
“Yes, Sir. Please send me your coordinates and we will be right there.” Mary laughed.
“Mary, we are in Toronto.” John said as he punched
the send button, “Here is the GPS.”
“Got um! On the way Sir!” “10-4” John returned to
hugging his three little ones. “Mr. President, what do you have
coming?” The police Commander asked. “Two spaceships with enough
room to haul 26 passengers.” “So, the story is true, we have gone
around the moon?” The captain asked. “And Mars, and Venus and we
have gone around Pluto, hitting 76,000 miles per hour on the trip to and from.”
The two men looked at each other, “Mr. President, can you tell us wha
t went on
today?” The police Commander asked. “Got a tape recorder? It’s
going to be a long story.” In a short time, Mary and Tin Man showed up. They
carefully got their ships close to the ground then simply hovered a few inches above without touching
the grass. The two spacecraft opened their hatches and four Navy Pilots exited dressed in jungle
garb, ready to work. They came to attention in front of John, “Ready to lend a hand, Sir.” The
four saluted smartly. Behind them came two more yo
ung men. John returned the salute.
“Hi, Daddy.” Ben smiled. “Hi, Mr. President.” Steven Nation said.
“Hi kids, how’s Omak?” John asked. “Omak is fine Sir. The place is doing its best
to celebrate. We were reluctant to leave sir, then Commander Kennady offered us
to share time in the pilot’s seat.” “How did they do boys?” John asked.
“Those planes go really fast,” Steven said. “They’re ships,” Ben whispered to his friend.
“Oh yeah, ships Sir!” Steven giggled. “Police Commander, did you have
an
y other questions?” John asked. ‘Mr. President, we would like to invite you and
your family to a dinner where we can give each of these three a letter of accommodations.”
“What do you think kids?” John asked. Luci and Willy looked at John and nodded
yes. Bobby asked, “Will God forgive us?” John listened and then nodded as he spoke,
“Yes, you three did nothing wrong. You have a right to protect yourself.”
“Thank you, dad!” “Thank you, dad!” “Thank you. Can I call you dad?”
“Yes, you may.” John
looked at Willa and Luci, “Shall we help Bobby pack?”
“Yah!” John was pleased to see Ben and
Steve follow the kids into the house. Behind them were the four Navy Pilots.
The Police Commander asked, “What caused the original irritation with Mr. Roth?”
“He tried to kill everybody in Omak, Washington. He used the same kind of devices
that took the World Trade Center down. A very powerful weapon much like the radio waves
in a microwave. Only very much bigger. He wanted to be our Emperor of this
continent at
least. I guess he figured I was in his way.” “Do you think he did 911?”
“I don’t know, but I am sure he knew who did. We found gold under the Denver Airport. It was in the
Treece family account. The gold originally came from the private bank vault under building #2 of
the World Trade Center. Don’t they teach in police 101 to always follow the money?” John laughed.
“Yes. Is there any more of the Treece Family around?”
“Not that I know of. If you see any more of them, take them to
God please.”
John suggested, “I’m tired of being shot at.” “I’ll pass that on to everyone in Toronto.”
The Police Commandant paused, “I voted for you, I’m very glad that I did.” The coroner was
moving a black bag with a body in it to the van. “Bobby said her mother was buried
in the flower garden along with the neighbor’s dog,” John said quietly.
“Do you think it would be okay if I asked her where?” The Police Commandant asked.
“All we can do is try,” John replied.
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