It disappeared from my computer. If I was on-line, I could blame it on the New World Order. They don't want this message getting out. Not the BOOK OF JOHN.
If they can't retrieve it, I will never be able to write this again, the story structure as I created. The dialogue. All the little twists. Over 250 hours I put into it. All gone.
Did I feel the Divine hand as I had when I wrote The Divine Plan all those years ago? Did I feel this time that God wanted the world to know The DivinePlan so that is why I wrote?
God wants everyone to know what is about to happen.
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Page 37
*Warning to all my children. Don't go to the Georgia Guide Stones for salvation after our system collapse*
Behind us, at the Guide Stones, the 20,000 people who made it before the Highway was closed had no idea the Military was steeling their car, emptying the contents.
I could see men in Uniform pull a rifle out of a truck, then a couple pistols out of a car. Everything taken from the cars were placed in three piles. One pile was all weapons, one was cloths and one pile for food.
Almost all the cars left near Monument had been readied for Bug Out. This was it. Time to bug, and the Military was stealing all the saved provisions.
I wondered is this was how they expected to feed so many people, by redistribution of the stolen food supply.
Other trucks were heading West on the Highway, heading towards Highway 8 and our location. These trucks were flat beds, not all with Military markings.
Being six miles from the main Highway and six miles from the Guide Stones, which sat on the tallest hill in Elbert County, we had a great view.
Linda had borrowed the Binoculars, I looked at my watch. It was 1:59 in the afternoon, the third day since the nuclear explosions.
Both of us heard a sound coming from the new military installation, ten miles from the Monument. It sounded like a bell blasting out of a large P.A. System.
Linda still had the binocs. "Hey, what are they doing?"She handed the binocs to me."What are they doing?"
I looked, focused, saw what looked like all the military personnel putting on gas masks.
"Jesus Crist," I exclaimed, "What are they doing? Looks like they're putting on gas masks."
The meaning of what I just said hit me hard. I jumped towards my van, rummaging around for a moment
"What are you doing," Linda asked. not yet grasping the significant of what she had seen through the binoculars.
"Prepping," I said, finding the little box that had five gas masks. One was mine, one was Wilma's, and my kids Roxy and Brien. Killed in the Washington, DC nuking, they were no longer needed. Another one had been special made for Dingbat.
"Quick. Put this on and gt in the van." I slipped mine on easily, struggling with the dog for a moment.
There was lots of noise by that time, as the cars continued to be immediately impounded by forklift, searched, then run over by tanks.
But even with all the noise, I heard drones flying North to South about ten miles away from us.
Since the Guide Stones was South East of where we were, the drones, six in formation, flew along the Eastern Boundary of Elbert County at the river.
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Drinking a Coke, Jim listened in. He knew he would join in soon. First he took a swig. It tasted different then it had in the past. He looked at the label, read Coke made in China. The transformation of all manufacturing leaving the U.S. was complete.
"Sure we can feed everyone now, but what about in 20 years when our population increases another two billion people, most of them Latin.
They were quiet for a moment. The Viper Room had been a Hollywood hangout. Now it was like the rest of the Los Angeles population. Sixty percent Hispanic.
They were the only studio types there, the Producer and Cameraman having just left a script read with the principles at Gower Studios. The Distinguished Newsman was a regular.
"Anyway, where are they going to hide all the bodies?"
"In the desert," I joined in.
They looked at Jim, then ignored him.
"Look, no one can prove to me people are dying out there from anything beside starvation and exposure."
"I've been to the 'Killing Fields'", Jim added.
This time he got their attention, and a couple others in the room.
The Producer looked at Jim. "What do you mean."
"In Georgia."
The camera man said, "Georgia. isn't that where they say the answers can be found to all humanities problems."
Our existence is the New World Order's problems. They have countered with mass death. I escaped the first round of killing in Elbert County. Near the American Stonehenge."
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