In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

I have just started a Kickstarter campain to fund my movie, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, a true story of what happpened to me and my band in the Sping of 1969.

We had been together for years, even though I was a student at Taft, and the rest of the band enrolled at Reseda. We were considered the house band at Reseda, playing at about half of the dances there. In fact, Spring 1970, we were schedualed to play at Reseda's Prom, which got cancelled due to lack of interest.

That performance was going to be 1 year after I was paralyzed in a car crash when a drunk driver ran a stop sign at Woodlake offramp, while I was minding my own business driving on Ventura heading back to my parents house in Calabasas. I was coming home from a practice, we were preparing to play Gazzarries July 8, 1969, two weeks after I graduated from Taft High.

On the night of June 30, 1969, one week after graduating, the accident occured, I was admitted to West Hills Hospital the morning of July 1. When I woke up from the 10 day coma, my band had already played at Gazzarries.

This movie, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, starts in May, 1969 as we decided to, then learned, and played In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida at Reseda Spring Talent Show. I know there are a few of you out there who witness this unique event, and I'd like to interview you for possible use in the movie. What made it memorable was we were given 5 minutes to play, but played the entire 19 minute version, playing 10 minutes into next class. It was a real Glee moment, yet it really happened.

I learned to walk again, and 8 months later, we had a recording contract with Epic Records.
The rest, as they say, is history.


My next book, BOOK OF RACHEL will still be available next month.

See baymenofbelize.com  for other movie specifics.

BOOK OF RACHEL PAGE 174, 75, 76

BOOK OF RACHEL

It was like a Star Tour. Actor pointed out which house belonged to what actor, producer, or sporting great. Most of the names I knew, although older. Seems once you left Hollywood and Beverly Hills, and moved into Hidden Hills, you didn't leave.

We took a left at a T and continued on. We pulled into the driveway of the last house on the road, a mammoth single story that encompassed the entire hill top, catching the interest of two Rottweiler’s laying off in the shade in front of three double garage doors.

Off to the right as I stood before the mansion was some sort of pumping or electrical facilities for the Hidden Hills homeowners. It sat on the hilltop across from the home, and behind, was the New National Guard blockade and drone port on the 101.

The big dogs came over, sniffed us, the one of them barked towards the house.

As the actor went to the front door, it opened, and my jaw dropped. It was Christopher Walkin. Now in his early 70's, he still carried himself with distinction and poise. He looked out the door, and smile broadly.

"Holy crap. What the hell are you doing here. I haven't seen you since 'God's Behaving Badly'. We had some fun there."

"Closed a couple bars. Boy was that director an ass."

Christopher looked at me. "So, what did you bring me," he said?

The actor looked at me. "Bring you? Dude, you will be lucky if you’re alive tomorrow if I left her here. I guess you don't recognize her."

Christopher walked up to me, scratching both his dogs on the way. He looked at me intently from close range. "Do I recognize you? Maybe. Were you an extra on 'God's'?"

Pleased to be this close to one of the most important men in Hollywood, I shook my head slowly.

"What. You were Sharon's stand in."

The actor said, "She does look a little like Miss Stone but no."

I swear I was in heaven.

He kept looking at me. Finally, I had to tell him.

"I'm Public Enemy Number Two."

This time Christopher’s jaw dropped. "Your fucking kidding me. If true, what an honor."

Actor said, "It's true, all right.

He looked like he had been struck with lightning. "Oh my god. You’re the looker in the Tower Bombing. Jesus. Let’s go inside." He signaled us to follow, so we did, right into the nicest house I had ever seen.   

 Actor mentioned, "We don't have long. We have to get back to Topanga before it gets too dark."

 He waited a bit as I walked by, putting his arm around my waist. "Wow," he said. "What the hell is that," he said as he felt my Uzi?

As we entered his house, he walked us to his living room. He remained vey close to me, which, even though gay, I didn't mind at all. Walking with him, I felt so many feelings, and heat. I took of my blue western long sleeve to show my t-shirt and gun.

"Wow. What's your name anyway, beautiful?"

Actor jumped in, "We call her Rambolina."

"Rachel," I said.

"Rachel. Okay." We sat down together on the couch, him right next to me. "So, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Rachel here is organizing an attack on the enemy."

"You? What are you? Nineteen?"

"I just turned eighteen."

"Now wait a fucking minute. You've got men who will do your bidding?"

"Between Rachel and Jim the guy who is filming the 'New Reality', we’d follow them anywhere. We've got an army of Wounded Warriors who basically will follow Rambolia here to their deaths, to stop the mayhem these assholes have down to our government and are doing to the people."

"Rambolina. I like that. I'll get right on the screenplay."

"Let's wait till this story plays out."

"I'd like to hear how it started."

For the next twenty minutes, I told the story with minimal detail, up to the Spaun Ranch gang helping us tomorrow with the Simi freeway drone port, and how we needed help here taking out the 101 port tomorrow.

During my tale, Chris got up and poured us a couple drinks, which I declined, asking for Pepsi only.

"I see. I have a overview of the drone port, I wonder if that is why you're here?"

"I had no idea who you were till we got here. I can't ask anybody as famous as you to put yourself in danger."

 "Do you think they'd care who I was during processing."

"No."

"Then I'm glad you’re here. Come with me." Christopher stood, and helped me to my feet. I was surprised how nimble he was for a man in his early seventies. The actor had to rise on his own. He held my hand as we walked down the hall, into his bedroom. We walked up to the floor to ceiling Anwar, hit a switch and pulled on it. It was balanced very well and moved on its hinge easily, almost by itself.

There was a doorway behind, so Chris reached for and turned the handle, pushed it open, and descended down stairs. Lights went on automatically, being set up with motion sensors.

I followed him, the Actor right behind. We quickly came to a large steel door with a wheel that obviously had to turn to open.

"I had this bomb shelter built here when I had the house remodeled. Check this out."

We walked into a long room, with side rooms that held bunks and kitchen. Other rooms held toilets and storage with plenty of food. There was another entrance to the shelter at the other end, we never found out where it exited.

There was another door that he opened. The light went on, weapons lined the walls. There were distance rifles, many handguns, Uzi's, which he particularly delighted in knowing that is what I was packing, and even a couple 50 calipers. He even had two M 15's with grenade launchers, the only thing we didn't have.

"You’re the first people to see this. All the hoopla concerning gun control after Sandy Hook and Universal City Walk Massacre, well, this would have put me in prison."

"Not anymore."

"No. Not anymore. Not since Washington was nuked and gun control became obsolete."

We were quiet for moments.

"So," I looked in his eyes, close enough to kiss him, "can you help?"

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Leading the attack on Burbank Terminal."

He looked at me for more moments. "You just want me to knock out the drones?"

"At noon tomorrow."

"If you promise to come back, I'll do it. There are others here in Hidden Hills as prepped as I am, and want to see the downfall of the New World Military."

"Sure, I'll come back, but, I'll have to bring someone."

Christopher Walkin looked at the actor for a moment who shrugged. “Who are you bringing?"

The first words I said were not the words Christopher wanted to hear. "My lover."

He frowned.

"Her names Patty and I do believe she would love to meet you."

Christopher smiled broadly at that. He said, “I have a Short Wave link. The next installment starts in minutes. You want to stay and watch?”

“Sure. Might as well, since we’ll never get back in time.”

We entered another room, this one filled with electronics. It looked like a play room, with Wi-Fi set up, a couple computers and a large TV screen, one of the biggest I’ve seen. We sat in front of the TV; Christopher sat next to me, putting his arm around me.

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.  

 

BOOK OF JOHN, Camp FEMA Barstow

 'BOOK OF JOHN, Order of the Universe II'

Anyways, Timmy was called to the Office to see the Manager, the one that hired me, and we never saw him again.

Another young man, strong back, hard worker, gung ho to the National Guard, disappeared one day. Three days later we saw him again, in Uniform, looking like he didn’t even know who we were, like we had never met. His ‘training’ lasted another week then he was gone, shipped to somewhere else.

I wondered about my brother, Jim, and wondered if he was still alive.

JIM ARRIVES AT CAMP FEMA BARSTOW

Jim walked confidently in Grey Officers Uniform away from the train. He walked along like all the other Uniforms walking around, all armed, as he was, with the shoulder strapped MK and two MAC10’s strapped to his back.

Pretending to look after the unloading of the train he had arrived on, he walked beside one of the forklifts which carried all three black boxes at one time. He walked the football field length of the Bullet Train Camp FEMA Terminal.

He walked beside the forklift, occasionally yelling an order to the forklift driver, who pretended not to care? He just stared straight ahead as if Jim wasn’t there. This New National Guard also appeared brainwashed, like his fellow carpenter had been after he was ‘Recruited’.

  All he had to do was follow the forklift ahead, so when the forklift in front turned to the right and placed the stack of black boxes on the ground, Jim changed to another forklift.

From the other side of the stack, forklifts were already working on box stacks ahead. They were taking the boxes one at a time, farther to the end of the Terminal, towards the end building with the smoke stack.

Jim followed another box taken from there, but noticed there were far less military here than anywhere else. He walked right past the Restricted Sign. He was only interested in what as being done to all the bodies taken from the streets of Los Angeles, dreams of salvation and food and beds the last thought in almost all their minds.

The little forklifts stopped for a moment, then moved forward, then stopped again. Now Jim was interested. He pulled the AK from his shoulder, held it at the ready in case someone saw him. If he was just standing there, someone might ask for some papers. He didn’t have any. He carried the gun as if he suspected there might have been a live one in one of the boxes.

A sheet of plastic strips kept the air conditioned warehouse separate from the end building.

The forklift pulled forward, a conveyor belt was again under the ramp. The box was tilted forward, the box lid opened and the bodies inside fell out onto the narrow conveyor belt. The belt headed up and over a huge circular hole dug into the floor. It was about twenty feet across and was covered with a heavy grill. One by one, the bodies fell to the grill, the conveyor belt moving back and forth dropping bodies making sure not to stack them.

Jim walked out of the room past the plastic strips as he heard a siren, a red light started flashing. In moments, he heard a loud hissing sound, feeling heat at his back. He turned to see the bodies on the grill get blasted with two jet engines, one from above and the other one below. In seconds, the bodies were turned to ash, disappearing into the black void below.

He had seen enough. There was little chance he would find his brother in a huge place like this, with security about, the enforced separation of the Hard Hats and the Grey Uniforms a fact.

He hurried back to the train he had arrived in, and in moments, the doors closed, and the Bullet Train left the Station, heading back to Los Angeles, via Burbank. He was thinking, I need to film this. Show the world.

Book of John, Order of the Universe II (THE DIVINE PLAN, Order of the Universe) (Volume 2) by Gary Randall Braithwaite (Mar 8, 2013)

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ROSICRUCIANISM CONNECTION, BOOK OF JOHN

ROSICRUCIANISM

Here it is. One of the Family members has turned against his leaders, as many in the families are, since they have turned to satanic worship. This is why the POPE quit, there is no control over what is about to happen, the depopulation of most of the earth.

understanding the end of the +OCCUPY MOVEMENT

CAMP FEMA BARSTOW

                                                  CAMP FEMA BARSTOW

      "Jim, you guys can move in before the Vegas train is due. Take the Bushmaster, park it where it will do the most damage.
      "You three take the ITT's before Dawn to Camp Barstow and hide a mile away. After the Bushmaster explodes, rush in and try to see exactly what is happening in the barracks. How is this brainwashing being done. Maybe if it's some sort of machine, it can be destroyed.
      "How are we getting out?" Jerry asked.
      "Maybe steel another vehicle. Just don't get noticed. We need your next installment," Sam said.
      "Damn right you need it. Whoever is in Charge needs to be stopped, and as of now, your dream child 'The New Reality' show is he only truth coming out about what is happening."
      "What's happening." a skeptical woman asked. "The news says everything is all right."
"The news is controlled by the Bigs, the ones who have been lying to you for years. Weapons of mass destruction, Obama is a Muslim, he wants to throw away 2nd Amendment.The neo-cons want to continue any war they can find. Obama switched to all drone army, which pissed off the men who made millions by having a large defence budget. Now they lie that things are OK, when they know American's and I suspect millions are suffering around the world. If they are starved to death, it saves the Neo-cons money.The next election was going to happen next month, but with Obama, Biden, even Hillary missing, and the Republicans candidate, that Ryan guy, who wants to stoop Social Security, Medicare and food stamps, was at Romney's house in the Bahamas. He should have been at the memorial in DC like everyone else. Looks suspicious, doesn't it."
      "Suspicious, it's down right criminal." I added. "When the last VP before Obama makes millions on a war he orchestrated, and continues to spout rhetoric that we need hunders of thousands of soldiers in the Middle East, even when the governments there don't want us. Criminal.

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BOOK OF SIG was originally written by Sig in 2022, after the ascension, or recolonization as it was called.
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BOOK OF SIG, formally The Divine Plan, Order of the Universe.    This 42,500 word novel was written in 33 hours, at 1,288 words per hour, 21.5 words per minute. Could be a Guinness Record.

Book of Sig: Order of the Universe by Gary Braithwaite (Jul 6, 2012)

BOOK OF JOHN

BOOK OF JOHN
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      Anxious to get filming, they needed another Uniform.
      The argument lasted for days, but Patty had won. She was going to be involved going undercover, filming Jim's show, 'The New Reality Show'.
      Jim, Tom and Jerry had their Uniforms already, killing the New National Guard to get them, one being an Officer.
      No one seemed to notice the Officer was gone. The waitress who had her sites set on Patty once she knew Patty was gay no longer talked to her. Seeing Patty and the Officer leave the little Mexican Restaurant on Lankershim turned her off. How could anyone fraternize with this new enemy let alone have sex with them.
      Patty had gone out by herself during the day, telling us she was looking for a Grey Uniform worn by a woman. women in this new military were outnumbered twenty to one,
      The women didn't step out much, preferring to stay closer to the Burbank Speed Rail Terminal, renting rooms nearby. The raping of female soldiers by mail soldiers and Officers was more common place then during the Afghanistan War, were over 10 % of the women who joined the service to improve their lives were raped by military personnel. A disgusting fact and that was only the rapes that were reported.
      We had no plans for the day, Tom, Jerry and myself just hanging around. It was Saturday so Tom and Jerry were off. I didn't have a job, still living off Brenda's sold enuity money.
      She had been gone for about an hour when Jim's doorbell went off.
      This was the signal, sent from the lobby of the apartment complex Jim lived in, near the Subway Terminal. Patty was back with a sucker, a victim wearing a Uniform.
      Shocked, Jim went to his spot behind the door and grabbed the bat leaning there.
      Tom and Jerry raced to the bat in the kitchen, Jerry grabbing it first. He would be the one to administer the Coup De Gra to the back of the head to the brainwashed New National Guard.
      "Tom," Jim said, "Go to the couch and wait there. Like the last time, this person Patty is bringing might be like the Officer who was going to injure her, rape her, then kill her."
      The elevator bell sounded from down the hall, a couple seconds later the door handle jiggled. The bats were raised for a quick strike.
      As the door opened, the first thing through the doorway was Patty's raised arms. "Hold it guys. This one's mine," she said as she entered the room, holding the hand of another woman. Following Patty was a beautiful blond, slender, striking, wearing a tight Grey Uniform that hugged her body tightly.
      Both Jim and Jerry put their bats down.
      The three men wanted to know what was going on, but Patty offered no explanation as she pulled the woman to my bedroom, closing the door behind them.
      The three men looked at each other in joking confusion, moving to the couch and recliner. Tom didn't take his eyes off the door, as Jerry and my brother Jim watched the Tiger Woods Tournament held in nearby Thousand Oaks.

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BOOK OF SIG was originally written by Sig in 2022, after the ascension, or recolonization as it was called.
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BOOK OF SIG, formally The Divine Plan, Order of the Universe.    This 42,500 word novel was written in 33 hours, at 1,288 words per hour, 21.5 words per minute. Could be a Guinness Record.

Book of Sig: Order of the Universe by Gary Braithwaite (Jul 6, 2012)