BOOK OF RACHEL

BOOK OF RACHEL   pages 165, 67, 67

NOVEMBER 2016

I pulled my little video camera out again and filmed what we saw.

“You know, if we could destroy those drones, it might help us tomorrow, moving the men around.”

Patty said from the back of the bike, “Hold your horses Rambolina. We can’t even get close. There’s no overgrowth were we can hide. And we don't have our Uniforms."

"If we had some kind of 50 caliper, we could hit them hard from here."

"Look."

A drone came in for a landing on the Simi freeway. It came to a stop and two men came out, pushed it off to the side by the other ten drones.  

"This looks like a drone port." Patty said.

We both heard the horse at the same time. Turning around, I was surprised to see the two horses on the top of the hill behind us, about one hundred yards away.

The sun was behind them, so it was hard to make them out. One of them waved, so we waved back. Turns out it wasn't a wave. It was a beckon. They were beckoning us to head their way. There was a dirt road behind us leading up the hill past where they sat on their horses.

We were well armed; our Uzi's in the back holsters, two extra clips each, so we figured why not. As we head up the dirt road, they turned away and head off. As we crested the hill where they had been, we saw them farther up, so we continued to follow.

They disappeared into a tree line so we followed but now they were in sight. On the Harley, we could keep up even if the galloped, but they were trotting, expecting us to follow.

After a bit, we entered a clearing, and to our surprise, we found ourselves in a Western movie set. It looked abandoned, like it hadn’t been used in years.

There were about twenty people looking on, surprised to see us. Seven of them were women. We relaxed.

The two horsemen were waiting, so we pulled up.

From horseback, one of them said, "Welcome to Spaun Ranch."

Patty said, "So this is Spaun Ranch. We all heard about it, but I never thought I'd see it. I figured they had probably torn it down after the Manson incident," she said as she got off the bike.

I really didn't know what the heck was going on.

"What is this. A famous old Western Town or something," I asked?

"The Mansion Family," Patty asked, as if I was supposed to know what that meant.

I put down the kickstand and got off the Harley.

Patty repeated. "The Manson Family? Charley Manson?"

Buy this time some of the others had come out to see who the newcomers are. A couple of them were armed, but their guns were holstered, so we weren't worried.

There was a main building, a sign over the door saying 'Haberdashery', and to the right was an entire street, with a two story hotel, bar, Hardware, the whole set up. They even had more horses then just the two.

Patty looked at the horse rider who was now walking us to the 'Haberdashery'. "She's from Washington. I guess she hasn't heard of the Manson Family."

 Now I was interested, so some time later I asked her. She told me out the 'Family', being mesmerized by this Charley guy, had gone out and committed a bunch of murders.

Then she told me more about Manson, who still sat in San Quinton, and still received marriage proposals all the time. What a sick society. Maybe thinning the herd wasn't such a bad idea.

After we went inside and met our hosts, all real good people, they asked, "So, what were you guys looking at when we saw you."

"Was that a drone airport?"

"There are a number of drone airfields around here, and there are more drones added every day. We have to stay inside most of the day, and no weapons outside."

"Do you have weapons here," I asked?

He looked at me strangely.

"You have to excuse her. When you have a big stake in the overthrow of this New World Order, you forget your manners."

"Oh, we all have a stake at overthrowing the New World Order," he said. "Most of us here have lost family and friends to the coupe."

"Finally, this thing got interesting," I muttered.

"To answer your question, yes, we have weapons."

"Good. Want to join the Underground?"

"Well, we fashioned ourselves our own underground. Someone has to stop the madness."

"Madness," I said with too much conviction. "How much do you know what's going on? Do you see the reality show, 'The New Reality'?"

"I haven't. A couple here have." He looks at those gathered inside the large room of the 'Haberdashery'. "How many have seen that new reality show?"

Only a couple raised their hands.

"Look, we've talked about it. None of us here believe it."

I looked at Patty, who looked back to me.

"Look," I said, "we have to go soon because we are attacking Burbank and L.A. Terminal's tomorrow morning. We have an army already ready, and they need us. So, let us tell you guys a story."

They all wondered at the magnitude of what I just said, but, what they were about to hear was going to blow their minds.

In fact, over the years, I told this story so many times that's why it was easy to remember and easier to wrote it.

I started near the beginning, just under two months ago, as I entered L.A. County on the train that apparently, according to Patty, went under our present location. Everyone there agreed, since almost all there were West San Fernando natives, telling me the beautiful rocky Chatsworth Hills were their playground while in school. Youth, when cared for by proud parents, weren't aware of the problems surrounding them, like the 2008 beginning of the recession, the GOP plan to ruin the Obama Presidency to ensure they were able to retake control of America, the Sequester, the weather, nuclear threats by some punk kid in North Korea. The list goes on.  

I began with being accosted by Grey Uniformed men in the Subway, my short lived job before being kidnapped to Camp FEMA Barstow, my transfer as a New National Guard to Burbank. To prove my point both Patty and I exposed our Uzi's. I told how Patty and I met. I was just a body to be killed for my Uniform; our love for each other grew out of that situation.

Patty told how she and Jim and the film crew shot the last five installments of 'The New Reality', and of their destruction of Camp FEMA Barstow, especially after we all found out for a fact at the train wreck the Black Boxes were really being used as coffins, the bodies disposed right there in Barstow. Some said "No way," but, Patty had not only seen, see helped film it.

Anyway, we went on and on until we got to where we were now, organizing all the vets, most wounded, who wanted to fight back before it was too late.

We discussed with who we began calling the Spaun Ranch gang how what they could do to help would be to destroy the drone base on the nearby closed Simi Freeway.