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"Am I invited?"

"To my world," he laughed looking up from the tomato plant? "Looks like you’re in."

"Can you tell me about it?"

Working the garden put me in a tranquil mood, especially after blowing up a limo. So I continued working in the below ground garden while he began to talk. He spoke for an hour, about all kinds of things, like the fact that he had set up these communes across the country in order to teach some of us how to survive in extreme conditions, like not knowing where you are and what is eatable. He used the term Godhead for the first time. I asked about what Godhead was, since I believe that term was used in some sort of Hindu religion. 

He said something about the positive and the negative, the negative being the devil, the positive being all spirited life in the Universe. As more positive spirit on any land, any planet, died, the spirit helped the Universe expand. The devil, the negative spirit, doesn't want the Universe to expand, found ways to infest these lands, or planets, turning good to bad, all positive to eternal negative.

I listened as I cut another broccoli, wondering where he was getting this information.

With a big population, mankind no longer has a central nervous system, thanks to things like beliefs, such as religions.

"Do religions have anything to do with Incarnates," I asked.

"About as much as meteorites have to do with the common cold."

That quieted me.

Anyway, it was time for me to go. I had to help somehow with the tenth installment. It was my idea, the use of drones, even though we used Radio Control Airplanes. If I was going to do the oratory, I had to tell the Underground there was a new way to fight this evil that was proliferating throughout earth, and evil that lay dormant for generations until it saw an opening, the overpopulation of earth. Well, that and the confusion of religions all fighting for dominance. Once Religions develops the theory that a good member of another religion is a dead member the evil becomes dominant.

I asked him what his plans were for me, and he said something about he was starting another commune here in the Inner City and he pegged me to oversee the youth he consigned me for later recolonization. That was it. Even a genius can take only so much before reaching overload.

I left Bill there and kissed Angela at the door and walked back to Dwaine's.

"Good, your here. I've written the script for you," actor said when I got there. Check this out. You'll love Patty's editing.

The tenth Installment with a new opening sequence, the words "The New Reality' came spinning in from a point in the background.

I read the script along with what was on the TV screen, and since we were getting used to it, it was recorded without practice.

It started with the ending and the little dynamite laden plane blowing up over the limo. I explained how this new line of attack, by using drones and powered planes laden with explosives worked very well.

Then it started at the beginning, with the broadcast of the end of Installment nine the night before, then I explained our new attack philosophy ramming little planes into vehicles, explaining how drones might be better, since the electric drones are quiet. Drones were being made up till the nuking by private companies, some traveled fifty to sixty miles per hour and literally could be bought anywhere, even Wal-Mart.    

The tiny helicopters sold everywhere could be outfitted with fireworks that disrupted any New World Order gathering.

I told who we killed, since we hadn't known till Jim showed up telling his story of his capture and subsequent escape and the killing of the other top man at New World Order Headquarters in Westwood. 

 "We killed the number two and number three men in the New World Order NOAMER organization, the number One man is Zachery Thallow, a top family member of the Illuminati family. He is our next target." I stopped for effect as the exploding plane and Limo was showing again.

Then I was on screen, "All you around the world find out who the heads of your continents are. We know of Serow Debete of Africa, Turgay of Europe, Yaan Santee of China. We don't yet know who runs South America, or Australia."

I looked at Jim. "Jim, explain what happened to you today, after we all killed the Number Three."

Jim stepped up to the microphone and camera. "This is a big day for us; both the Number One and Two Martial Law Public Enemies are together. Thank you Rachel for running my show while I've been busy and injured." He then explained how he was captured, turned in by their getaway driver, and taken back to the Headquarters, pushed Number Two out a window, and fought their way out of the ex Fed building. He told of his harrowing ride on the back of a motorcycle under the streets and buildings of L.A. in the Subway.

It was a great story, kept all us rapt, as I sure anyone who will be listening to our eight PM broadcast would be also.

After recording the New Reality Show, installment Number ten, we retired to where we needed to be. Curfew was in just under an hour, so we had to get to where we had to be.

 Patty and I headed back to Patty's in her Fiesta; Jim drove a motorcycle back to actors house in Topanga, taking old man John with him. John had been complaining about not being with his truck so he could leave when he wanted to.

On our way to Patty's we passed a number of convoys of military vehicles, and a bunch of White Buses. It appeared they were stepping up their depopulation goals no matter what our Digital Short Wave broadcasts said. Only a very tiny percent of the population were getting Digital Short Wave, so we had to figure out a way to get to more people worldwide. All the Networks were controlled by the New World Order

But, first, today as a long day so after our quick solar warmed shower, we collapsed into bed and in each other’s arms and quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, I awoke and kissed her right on the lips. She woke with a start, then realized where she was and who was with her. She smiled broadly, and put her free hand on my cheek.

"I am one lucky woman," she said. "I must have done something good in a past life to deserve you."

"Maybe it's me," I retorted, considering what all Bill Tomas had been telling me in the last four or five days. Some much has happened. Why, it was only a little over a week ago I picked up Randy the consummate Wounded Warrior and attacked Topanga Plaza FEMA Camp.   

Oh, yaw, it's you all right," she said as her had started massaging my right breast. Then she moved down and started suckling my little nipple

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Extending the tripod near the window and mounting the video camera, he looked through the eyepiece and watched the airport. I used the binoculars to survey all the entrances and exits not used by normal traffic, luckily there was a Black Lear sitting on the tarmac.   

We were there about an hour when Dwaine's phone rang. "Hello," He said. Then, he added "Room 725."

He turned to us. "Our lookouts have arrived."

I still watched as we waited another five minutes for our replacements arrival, knocking on the door. Patty opened itr, letting in two men in their fifties.

They introduced themselves and told us there were a couple more riders traveling around the airport, looking for a flat, straight street with little traffic suitable to use as a runway for the large radio control jet.

We explained what they were looking for, some sort of regular black Lear flight schedule, with Limo's coming and going. We only had to tomorrow late afternoon to make a decision, hoping to destroy the black Lear with the most important Heads of the NWO and the new NOAMER, the Illuminati, the New World Military in their Black Uniforms.  

We left by Sepulveda, heading to Santa Monica to the 10 freeway, taking it to its end at PCH. Then to Topanga Canyon Boulevard, for the drive back to actors house, where Jim and John were.

Word had gotten to them that we were coming so when we arrived, Jim and John were working on the F8 Spymaster inside the trailer. They didn't want to bring it out in case drones were overhead.

We parked beside the trailer and moved into it quickly.

"What are you doing," Dwaine asked?

"Figuring out how to load some explosives," actor said. "Taking a Lear down just by mid air collision is not one hundred percent. We need to explode on contact. That meet your approval, Rachel?"

"Sounds good to me," I responded, a little surprised they asked. If they weren't smiling when he asked me, I might have wondered his meaning.

"We haven't decided if we want to explode on contact, cause that will be hard to set up, or explode by radio control, which will take exact timing, hoping the connection doesn't get garbled."

"I'd vote the radio control," I said.

"That what you want, that's what you’re getting. Your timing was perfect destroying the Limo yesterday, so you’re on the button tomorrow."

John said, "The nose cone comes off, and there's enough room for three sticks of dynamite. It'll have to be a direct hit. Can't really hit it head on. That would be almost impossible."

I mentioned, "It would be nice to see it go down in a ball of flames into the ocean, but I'll take what I can get. If it goes up in flames on the runway and everyone is killed, that would be good enough." 

"We have a runway," John asked?

"Looking for one right now," actor said.

"We'll need about three hundred feet of flat surface. Paved of course."

"From what we saw from the hotel, the only surface smooth enough was the runways."

"No way can we drag this trailer onto the tarmac."

Patty mentioned, "PCH is only five miles away."

"Too far away. This jet only has a RC receiver that covers about a mile."

"That's tight," I said.

"We'll get it done."

"Said like a leader. Keep us positive, Rachel."

Actor said. "Let's go inside, let these guys get it done."

We all agreed and one at a time, followed actor into his house. Actor, myself, Patty, and Dwaine. We went into the little older wooden cabin overgrown by Walnut trees. Actor's wife and the other woman who lived there made us lunch. First time I ate home cooked warm bread in a while.

Time to get back to Dwaine's we left, one at a time riding the dirt paths up to the ridge top and onto the firebreaks which were the easier part of the famous Backbone Trail. 

That was the first time I rode my Harley I stole since it was modified and painted black.

Then another short trail till meeting up with the dead end mini mansion streets of upper Encino. A few turns, and never closer then a half mile apart, they turned onto Dwaine's street.

A half mile more downhill towards Ventura, we pulled into Dwaine's garage.

We had Episode eleven of 'The New Reality' to do in the next five and a half hours to our eight o'clock Digital short Wave broadcast window and Dwaine's is were the Digital Shrot Wave link and editing facilities were.

Someone was waiting inside, let in by Randy the now head of the Wounded Warriors, aware by the security receivers.

He spoke with Dwaine alone for a bit and then he went downstairs with Randy.

Patty and I went to receiving, editing room to see what came in from around the world now that Digital Short Wave was replacing the internet.

That was about the best the Underground could do right now. Distribute what was the last profitable business, manufacturing Digital Short Wave receivers.

For security, we didn't know where the broadcaster was. Only Dwaine knew.

 Dwaine came in to see us, as we began turning on the editing and recording equipment, hooked up to the wind mills. He carried a map book, opening it up looking for something.

 "Okay. We got a location to launch the jet."

"PCH," Patty said?

 "On the end of Sepulveda, by the homes on the original street, before the airport was built. There's a more used newer Sepulveda; this is next to it, in the homes right off the runway."

"Any word from the airport lookouts?"

"A little. They have a schedule when they fly. They can see limos on the tarmac."

"Any videos," I asked? 

"Not yet. They haven't secured a SW broadcaster in the area. Bikes are moving the info now. Takes time."

Patty and I had just started the incoming video clips of different attacks on New World Order some from other parts of the world, and our minds were distracted.

Dwaine finally left, and in a couple hours, the VO to be added later.

We finally changed the start, making it looked more produced, more professional. It started with a short montage of shots taken and sent; since shots are easier then video's to send.  Pictures of War and Riots in Europe, one from America showed aftermath of an assassination of the New World Military personnel in a blocked Limo.  There was Bridge damage. For effect, Patty insisted we include shots of current flood damage, or earthquake damage Japan this time.

Welcome too:

'THE NEW REALITY'

Produced by PRIVATE CONTRIBUTERS

A JIM created show.

Directed by   RACHEL

Edited by     PATTY

The music was haunting, something right off the computer synthesizer.

As the show displayed on the main TV screen, I wrote the dialogue.

Finished with the script, and going live with the Voice Over just before the eight o'clock window, I decided to visit Bill Thomas.   

With a baseball hat and my ponytail under my t-shirt, I moved like a young man walking across Dwaine's large yard to the street, no sidewalks here. Three doors down I walked it Bill Thomas's yard with the single driveway into the street faced garage. 

Angela answered my knock, "Oh Rachel. 'Rachel for President'. Have you seen the signs, dear heart?"

"I've seen the signs with a price on my head."

"Oh my. I haven't seen them."

"They're full page in the LA Times."

"Financed by the Kock Brothers I assume."

All I could do was nod.

"Bill is in his office. I'm sure you want see him."

"I enjoy talking to you."

"Let me put it this way. Bill has something to show you." With that, she led me down the hall to the first room on the right. The door way open, Bill was reading from one of his real old books stacked behind him. 

After I entered, Angela closed the door from the outside.

He swiveled to look, "Rachel. I'm so glad your here. It's time for you to see the truth."

"Well hello to you." I stepped up. "Three years, Incarnates, what else is there?"

He looked at me for a moment. "Angels," he said finally.

I looked at him for moments. "Now you got my attention. I figured I'd see Angels after I die, which  hope I'm along way from."

"I've been wondering what level of incarnate you are. I know now. I was told last night."

"Who told you?"

"Oh, I didn't see who told me, but I saw your face in a halo of light."

"Okay."

"Your nineteen, right?"

I nodded.

"Our current Government trying to reorganize to retain order. The 2016 election is over. Paul Rund is declared president."

"The guy with the rich up his ass."

"The guy promoted by Rove and the Koch brothers."

 "The guys who fly around in the black Lear Jets."

"I suppose."

"Okay, are ready to leave for a couple days?"

"Leave? We can't drive anywhere, soon there will be roadblocks every couple miles."

"We are not driving, and you'll go alone."

"When?"

"Right now. You’ll be gone maybe days."

"Wait a minute. I'm the trigger man tomorrow. They need me."

"Look, your our best hope for the 2020 election. It we all survive the changes."

"Three years?"

"Give or take. All the Northern Glaciers melted, average twelve degrees warmer then average. Europe freezing up. We've had two more Tornado Swarm's in America. Are you ready to go?"

"No. No. Wait, I'm not going to go anywhere until we attack LAX tomorrow afternoon."

"You've been in a lot frontal attacks. More then your far share. We don't know if we can protect you. Your destined to lead a small tribe to survive and flourish past the fall of the NWO."

"What? So that's what it's all about. After this NWO depopulates three quarters of the worlds population, the survivors finally turn on the last of the families, at the every same time we have a polar shift?"

"By 2019, because of your memory what you did in 2016, when the power elite turned on the world, the fight you led will leave you a legend. Not so much if you die tomorrow."

"It's my idea, and I know the trigger timing."

"We can't protect you."

"We?"

"Well, not you. Each attack you do is a game changer for our enemy; they didn't think there would be frontal attacks on their Terminals, and Processing Centers. Blowing up the eighteenth floor at Universal

"Now they got drones over all these targets. You'll be lucky if they don't have drones over the airport. So far, they learn to counter our attacks, but you give them more. You take them by surprise and they become more aware."

That was about my take. There was evidence of drone strikes in the Valley you could tell by the sudden fire. They were getting close, tightening the noose around us all and humanity. There was talk of a drone grid being established over us all by 2018.

"Well, my adoring fans don't know this is it, my last show."

"Tonight?"

"No, that broadcasts at eight, so I have to be there. What time is it?"

"Seven thirty."

"Then I got to go back to Dwaine's. We’re doing the voice over one minute before it goes on air."

"And tomorrow? You editing before broadcast?"

"We got lookouts at the airport. They only have a few hours to find a pattern watching the amount of traffic. Limo deliveries. Then set up sometime tomorrow. It might be late afternoon. Broadcast live as they search for survivors at the crash site."

He hesitated for moments.

"Then you’ll be ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Your taking a little trip. Remember?"

I looked at him for a moment. "And where am I going again?"

In-a-Gada-Da-Vida

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BOOK OF RACHEL   Pages 265, 66, 67

From the back of the shelter, I heard, "Careful the stairs are steep. Don't be in a hurry."

I took my time and got to the bottom. There was only one way to go so I went that way. Through two open doors I traversed until stepping into a well light room with vegetables growing in abundance. Bill was on his knees cutting a cucumber from its root, placing it in a basket that held other vegetables, such as tomatoes and peppers.  

“Come on in a give me a hand. Nothing brings you closer to God then working with the land his wisdom created for life to exist.”

I stepped onto the fertile sole and got down on my knees to help. There was broccoli standing almost two feet high with heads almost three feet in diameter.

“Yes, that would be a good place to start. Please cut down one of those broccoli heads and clean it up a tad.”

“Clean it,” I asked, being a novice at vegetable gardening.

“Remove the leaves and place the stem and leaves in tat compost box over to your right.”

We worked in silence for a few minutes.

Finally, he said, “Do you know about Incarnates?”

“I’ve heard the term a couple times since I came here from Washington.”

“Well, girl, I think you might be an Incarnate.”

“Still considering the bigger picture, I asked, “Can Incarnates run for President?”

He looked at me quizzingly. “Lincoln is an Incarnate, so yes."

"Is?"

"Once an Incarnate, always an Incarnate,"

"Okay. So what's my advantage to being an Incarnate?"

"You mean besides a direct link to God?"

"What. Wait, I figured it meant living forever."

"No such luck. Some do, but not all"

"I came here for answers, not to get more confused."

"Welcome to my world."

"Am I invited?"

"To my world," he laughed looking up from the tomato plant? "Looks like you’re in."

"Can you tell me about it?"

Working the garden put me in a tranquil mood, especially after blowing up a limo. So I continued working in the below ground garden while he began to talk. He spoke for an hour, about all kinds of things, like the fact that he had set up these communes across the country in order to teach some of us how to survive in extreme conditions, like not knowing where you are and what is eatable. He used the term Godhead for the first time. I asked about what Godhead was, since I believe that term was used in some sort of Hindu religion. 

He said something about the positive and the negative, the negative being the devil, the positive being all spirited life in the Universe. As more positive spirit on any land, any planet, died, the spirit helped the Universe expand. The devil, the negative spirit, doesn't want the Universe to expand, found ways to infest these lands, or planets, turning good to bad, all positive to eternal negative.

I listened as I cut another broccoli, wondering where he was getting this information.

With a big population, mankind no longer has a central nervous system, thanks to things like beliefs, such as religions.

"Do religions have anything to do with Incarnates," I asked.

"About as much as meteorites have to do with the common cold."

That quieted me.

Anyway, it was time for me to go. I had to help somehow with the tenth installment. It was my idea, the use of drones, even though we used Radio Control Airplanes. If I was going to do the oratory, I had to tell the Underground there was a new way to fight this evil that was proliferating throughout earth, and evil that lay dormant for generations until it saw an opening, the overpopulation of earth. Well, that and the confusion of religions all fighting for dominance. Once Religions develops the theory that a good member of another religion is a dead member the evil becomes dominant.

I asked him what his plans were for me, and he said something about he was starting another commune here in the Inner City and he pegged me to oversee the youth he consigned me for later recolonization. That was it. Even a genius can take only so much before reaching overload.

I left Bill there and kissed Angela at the door and walked back to Dwaine's.