by J M Leitch
‘Then the new global systems for maintaining infrastructure, finance, banking, commerce, government and law emerged almost organically. Sure things were rocky at the beginning… we had to make major adjustments to our lives. And the shock of what happened… well… for those of us who remembered it, that never went away… it will always haunt us. You can’t imagine it… waking up every morning to face another day knowing eighty-five per cent of the population has been murdered? But if you take that terrible mental torture out of the equation, in practical terms our lives were affected to an amazingly small degree considering the monumental, appalling thing that happened, and the world started to function very efficiently within a relatively short space of time.’
‘Because of the UN Clean Up Plan and Industry Operations Package?’
‘That was the story trotted out. But let’s face it, why were they and the Global Consciousness initiative so successful? Quite frankly, a lot of people considered the UN was a bit of a joke. Sure, there were some genuine people – Mr Howard certainly was one – but who ever took their campaigns seriously? Which begs the question: why did so many people passionately support the ones launched in 2012?’
‘You already answered that earlier. Because Zul revealed himself and told everyone about the evolution process.’
‘That may have had something to do with it. But I think there was more to it than that.’
Rachael shrugged.
‘I think the real push came from a very different direction. From the ultra-wealthy and powerful in America and Western Europe, who behind the scenes had been manipulating the activities of all major governments and the banking industry for years.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘The group that was acting as an international shadow government.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Not many people back then realised it, but a group existed that had been making global decisions in a tiered degree of secrecy for years. It ran the planet. It decided which policies to support and covertly promoted them through a selection of official organisations.’
‘What organisations?’
‘There was the Council on Foreign Relations, dubbed “the granddaddy of modern American secret societies”. Membership to the CFR was by invitation only and rigorously controlled. It included the most influential leaders in academia, commerce, finance and the media. The role of members was to support selected policies using intellectual and emotional arguments and to confound and discredit any and all opposition.
‘There was the more public Trilateral Commission incorporating Europe, North America and Asia. A former CFR chairman set this up – some said to take public attention away from CFR activities. Then in 1979, the Federal Emergency Management Agency was created, a civilian organisation that in times of national emergency had the power to take totalitarian control of governments.’
‘They could do that?’
Scott nodded. ‘Then there was the Bilderberg Club. That was initiated to neutralise growing anti-American feelings in Western Europe and included European royalty, CIA officials and other prominent people.
‘There was the Illuminati that originated in Germany in the 1700s and included some Jewish bankers, so they said.
‘And I missed a couple. That’s right, the Milner Group created in the UK by Cecil Rhodes and Lord Milner in the 1890s… and the Skull and Bones that started in the US in Connecticut. And we mustn’t forget the super-wealthy Rockerfellers and Rothschilds. Their names were often linked with these groups.’
‘Are you saying that all these people were in on the plan?’
‘Of course not! But many individuals were active in more than one organisation. In any case, only the very top echelon would have been involved, those with far-reaching influence and power.’
‘Reaching as far as the Tribunal?’
‘I don’t doubt it,’ said Scott, putting down his glass. ‘There was also BIS,’ he said. ‘Some of its members would have been involved.’
‘BIS?’
‘The Bank for International Settlements. An international organisation of central banks that had no accountability to any national government.’
‘It’s too monstrous to imagine. That a civilian group would carry out such an atrocious act of genocide.’
‘The pay-off was rather attractive. Absolute power! Come on Rachael, someone was behind it.’
‘Surely the American military’s more likely?’
‘Why?’
‘Because that’s what the military used to do. I don’t know how anyone justified it but for some absurd reason in those days killing in the name of your country wasn’t a crime. In fact, from what I’ve read, it was admired. Back then, in every country in the world it was illegal to commit murder and yet murder in the name of your country was rewarded. What hypocrisy! That’s why the military makes more sense. Anyhow, what proof do you have?’
Scott shrugged. ‘None.’
‘So why are you so sure?’
He twisted to one side and massaged his knee. ‘Over the years leading up to 2012,’ he began, as if delivering a lecture, ‘a growing voice of journalists, political researchers and writers not only maintained that a secret shadow government existed which was covertly responsible for every critical decision affecting finance and commerce round the globe, but that the goal of this rule of secrecy, which had existed for centuries, was to introduce a New World Order.’
‘How?’
‘Its modus operandi for years was to disrupt countries by creating severe crises requiring long-term help from other nations, thus eroding national sovereignty and replacing it with the group’s own supreme sovereignty – the New World Order or the term with which we are familiar – Global Governance.
‘Before the turn of the century, this group already realised the exponential growth in population on the planet was creating ever-increasing problems. Then there was the conflict it had created in Palestine, Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan, while trying to destroy the sovereignty of those countries. Managed conflict was the term used at the time, which incidentally was also a good money earner for the group’s personal empires.
‘The dragon, China, owned the US. It was breathing fire. India and Pakistan were posturing and, although BIS had been plugging holes in the banking industry for years, they knew the writing was on the wall. Instead of just banks going under, whole countries such as Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain were going bust. The entire financial system was about to implode, with who knew what repercussions?
‘Things were not looking good. Not good at all and I think the shadow government was already hovering on the brink of taking a radical step to solve its problems. Now, after reading your mother’s book, I’m sure it was proof of an imminent global cooling cycle that gave them the nudge to put their plan into action.’
‘And slaughter all the poor? But that’s appalling!’
‘Some top-level Russians would have been in on it too. Remember how I told you it was Russian technology monitoring solar cycles that first predicted global cooling and that same Russian technology was installed on the International Space Station? The US, the Russians, the Canadians, the Europeans and maybe even the Japanese – all the nations corroborating on the International Space Station back then – I’d guess they all knew about it… and understood the ramifications.’
‘But it’s unbelievable.’
‘It’s logical. The group had the power and it controlled the media. It had the resources to manipulate the world.’
For a long while Rachael sat in silence chewing on her lower lip. ‘My mother said Zul’s appearance added to the magic of the Global Consciousness initiative. I suppose that’s the exact impression they wanted to create: that the world was heading for a magical, non-threatening, spiritual experience. And you’re saying they made sure the press reported what they wanted the world to believe – that it kept up pressure, encouraging people not to fear E-Day but to prepare for it and embrace it.’
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bsp; ‘And of course it would have used its influential contacts to make sure the UN’s Clean Up Plan and Industry Operations Package were adopted globally and were sophisticated enough to deal with the carnage it planned. And it would have manipulated the reaction of political and religious leaders too.’
‘When I first read my mother’s manuscript, it struck me as odd that everyone was so accepting of Zul. She and my father even made a joke about the media being so consistently positive. But all that changed at the end, didn’t it?’
Scott nodded. ‘And it wasn’t surprising, in spite of the alleged evidence proving Zul’s theory of evolution, that a group of physicists announced they’d found towards the end of the year. By the eleventh hour we were all getting cold feet. It was too horrific and we couldn’t keep up the blasé act any longer. But somehow we still had to get through those last terrible hours of anticipation and uncertainty – we had no choice. By that time, though, the group didn’t care. It just wanted to maintain civil order during the lead up to keep a lid on the panic.’
Rachael shook her head. ‘It must have been terrifying.’
‘It was. Then on 21st December, under cover of evolving to higher consciousness, the group committed the most massive act of genocide in the history of the world, and ensured its “pawns” would be elected to newly created offices in the top echelons of Global Governance. That night, the murderers sang a victory song, safe in the knowledge that they finally did rule the world and would always do so.’
‘I can’t imagine what it must have been like for those of you who were left,’ Rachael said.
‘The entire planet went into shock. Into shock and mourning. We didn’t recognise it at the time, but we were victims of something called the shock doctrine.’
‘I’ve heard of it,’ Rachael said. ‘It’s what the Tribunal accused my father of using. And Anderson tried it on too. He hoped to use world focus on the Global Consciousness initiative to distract public attention from him reallocating NASA’s budget.’
Scott tipped his head to one side. ‘What Anderson planned was significantly different. That was a diversionary tactic. No element of shock was involved.’ He picked up his glass. ‘The global massacre, on the other hand, was the real deal.’ He swirled the liquid round in his glass and took a sip.
‘I don’t know if you know,’ Scott went on, ‘but the shock doctrine arose out of the same logic on which electric shock treatment for mentally ill patients is based. Of course, when used on a large group of individuals, just over one billion of us, it not only diverted our attention away from how the control of the world was irrevocably changed bit by bit, but also rendered our minds more open to conditioning.’
‘Even so…’ Rachael lowered her voice, ‘you must have had some idea what was going on.’
‘Yeah,’ he gave a stiff nod, ‘deep down I suppose I did.’
‘And you knew who was behind it.’
He shook his head. ‘Not at first.’
‘But you guessed, right?’
He made another abrupt nod. His lips were a thin, pale line.
‘And if you could guess, then there must have been others who could, too?’
He paused before answering and then breathed out his reply so quietly Rachael had to lean forward to catch it. ‘Yeah.’
‘But no one said anything. Why?’ Scott started to open his mouth, but Rachael cut him off. ‘You know what I find unbelievable, Scott?’ She looked him directly in the eye, her face taut, her eyes hard, ‘that you’re calmly sitting here in front of me, telling me you and others knew who was responsible for the deaths of billions of people but no one did a damn thing about it. You told me you believed my father was innocent. That Barbara thought so too. So why didn’t you speak out when he was arrested? Or after he was murdered? You said yourself the Tribunal had no evidence against him. There was no trial and yet he was branded the villain in all this. Why didn’t anyone try to defend his name?’
‘Rachael, they killed six billion people. Do you think they’d have thought twice about killing someone who tried to expose them?’
‘But…’
‘I know those of you who are too young to remember hate to hear us old fogies saying it over and over again. You even said it yourself, and believe me, it’s true,’ Scott gripped the arms of his chair. ‘It’s impossible for you to imagine what it was like for us… it was brutal.
‘It was excruciating enough that people witnessed what happened on their own doorsteps, but the added agony of seeing what was going on in countries worse off than their own? You worked for GRS… you’ve got a better idea than most… but I want to show you something.’
Scot activated a screen incorporated in the fabric of the living room wall. ‘Take a look at this. It’s classified archive footage put together by the US government in February 2013.’
Rachael watched in silence as teams of men, dressed in white protective suits, carried bodies out of a poor housing area in Northern Manhattan, New York, and laid them on the street. Babies, children, teenagers, adults. Men and women. The majority were African Americans and Latinos. A few were white. The video cut to a heap of bodies. Hundreds of them. A bulldozer loaded them onto a truck.
Next was Africa. “Matadi, The Democratic Republic of the Congo”, the sub-title read at the bottom of the screen, DR Congo’s largest port. A line of dumper trucks were queuing up, waiting in turn to deposit their cargo into an oil tanker, one that had been converted, since the cargo was not fluid like oil. It was human bodies. Thousands of them. Millions of them. The narrator explained that few countries outside Australasia, Western Europe and North America had the facilities to incinerate all their losses. Dumping bodies at sea was a preferred method of disposal. The sharks did the rest.
The commentary droned on. It spewed out facts and figures Rachael could hardly take in. How five per cent of survivors worldwide subsequently died due to disease. How only ten per cent of cities in Africa and South America were cleaned up because it was an impossible task to extract so many bodies. It was more efficient to evacuate survivors. How in the impoverished countries bodies were left to decompose or, as in equatorial areas like DR Congo, natural disposal methods, like crocodiles, cleaned up. How governments declared huge areas of their countries unsafe to visit because they were littered with remains.
There was more footage of queues of trucks. This time accessing abandoned mines and quarries in Chile. Instead of taking mineral wealth away, though, the trucks brought bodies in to be covered later with earth. Bodies heaped upon bodies. Limbs intertwined with limbs. No refrigeration. Hooded, suited drivers. Rachael could not imagine the stench.
The film finished and Scott deactivated the screen.
‘And the Tribunal said one man was guilty of all that. Your father. You’ve read everything written about him… you know at first some journalists claimed he’d been framed. But they didn’t stand a chance.
‘Remember what I just told you about the Council on Foreign Relations? They owned the media! Not one unaligned view was allowed to filter through to the public for long, without being sneered at or smothered. Anyone who spoke out against the Tribunal was branded “unpatriotic”. No one wanted that, especially not at that time. When something that catastrophic happens, people just want to huddle together. Only a very few were brave enough to publicly come out and say what they really thought… and they were dealt with… every single one. The cabal had us exactly where they wanted us, that’s the truth, and not one single coherent conspiracy story was ever allowed to emerge.’ Scott jiggled the ice in his glass. ‘The people responsible will all be dead by now, anyway.’
‘But their dynasties live on. I find it… well… unbelievable. You know something? Even the first time we talked, I couldn’t understand how you could stand by and do nothing when the Tribunal arrested my father – but now – now you’ve admitted you knew who was behind it… I’m… well… I’m speechless. How anyone could target every single person living in poverty on the pla
net and murder them… I tell you, they were animals. But how much better were the rest of you? You all sat back and accepted it.’
‘We never accepted it.’ Scott growled. ‘We had no choice but to live with it.’ He tilted his head towards Rachael. ‘And you have no idea how hard that was.’
‘And you don’t feel guilty? At all?’
He swallowed. ‘You read what your mother wrote. About Dr Roberts. How he didn’t want to talk about it? Or analyse it? He just wanted to get on with his life… right? See, it was like that for all of us. At the time all we wanted was an end to it. Can you not understand that? What we saw. It was… it was… sometimes I think it would have been better to have died with the others… because everything since has been torture. Trying to carry on as if life is okay… as if we are okay…’
But Rachael didn’t soften. She leaned in closer and said, ‘What you did was disgusting… unforgivable…’
‘Rachael…’ Scott whispered, but his words turned to sobs that racked his body and he hung his head in his wrinkly, loose skinned hands while, for the first time during any of their encounters, his façade of calm control buckled. Without it he shrunk, dwarfed by the mass of the sculpting chair and looking every one of his eighty-eight years. She waited in silence until he lifted his head. ‘Rachael… I could never have been a party to planning such a thing. I could never have taken part in making that outrageous, unspeakable, contemptible decision. And…’
‘And what?’
‘… and as the first few weeks passed some of us did start discussing it. I spoke to Barbara. We traded thoughts and ideas. When the Tribunal announced it was going to arrest your father and the next day he was shot, that’s when we were pretty sure the shadow government, as we knew it then, was behind the massacre. We talked about what we could do,’ he looked at her, his arms outstretched, ‘but because we couldn’t work out why… what had pushed them into it… there was always that doubt in our minds. And there was always Zul. Remember, we didn’t know about global cooling back then.
