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  (JANWC) First Mission
Posted by: 727Sky - 06-02-2016, 01:36 AM - Forum: Rogue's Writers Contests - No Replies

WC JAN. First Mission

The completed manufacturing facility was located off one branch of a deep underground military research and development area that spanned almost 160 acres beneath the surface. The only established exception to the below ground operation was what those in the business call a “cut out”, (CIA owned) shipping and receiving company. The business actually shipped heavy equipment all over the world and maintained a profit due to governmental contacts and subsidies'. From this surface shipping company the were multiple underground storage areas and tunnels running in all sorts of different directions. The trucks that delivered equipment below the surface level were told to follow a certain colored route until they encountered a string of red lights and then to drop their load there. The colors were furnished by L.E.D. overhead lights in primary colors of blue, green, yellow, and red.

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There was a smaller tunnel that ran to the manufacturing facility that is the object of this story. The tunnel carried all the electrical needs the facility could ever need. The small connecting tunnel was wide enough for two golf cart type vehicles to pass one another abreast but otherwise, no one would ever guess this particular tunnel ran to the most secret facility that the underground base had.

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Directly above the facility there was an old abandoned two story white house. The previous residents had moved out complaining of being unable to sleep due to a low pitched hum that was driving them crazy and not allowing them to sleep. The house had not been lived in for several years and was now full of dust, cobwebs, and a few discarded furniture items. The bank had foreclosed on the unsettled mortgage but a small department of the U.S. government paid off the loan and became the sole owner of the above ground property.

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Below ground at the end of the described smaller tunnel things were just getting underway. Our story begins.......

John Phillips stood before two military dressed individuals as he began explaining some of the nuts and bolts of his latest creation before the full demonstration that was scheduled for today would begin.

"Each of Eve's 1016 chips contain more than 195,000,000 silicon "neurons" whose activity can be programmed according to nearly 1500 parameters. This allows her synthetic brain to replicate the unique characteristics of different types of neurons with one big exception. Her neurons operate and transmit data about 100,000 times faster than our human neurons do. .

Nano hardwired "synapses" crisscross her brain cavity where the processors reside, shuttling signals between every simulated neuron. The millions of neurons are networked effectively replicating the electrical chatter that constitutes communication in her brains."

"Now if you will look just at this monitor you will see there are two other processing centers located here and here. Without the need for lungs and heart we could have placed them anywhere but we found these to be the best location for shielding and communicating on our tri-level traffic buses. Normally all the processing regions communicate and resolve conflicts and mission goals, yet if or when there is a conflict two will over ride the one every time."

" Good gosh John, she is beautiful"!
"Thank you sir, would you like to see a demo"?
"That's why I am here. Do you want us to do anything special or get out of the room"?
"No Sir, that will not be necessary".
John disconnects the tether harness and says, "Eve would you say hello to General Marks"?

Eve's dark blue eyes flutter for a second as she stands and stretches like a cat. She then turns to General Marks and in a beautiful non-mechanical voice says," My, my, General you have so many war ribbons...I am in the presence of a true patriot, a privilege to meet you sir".

The grace and voice of Eve took Marks completely off guard and he almost blushed.

" General is there something you would like me to do for you"? The way she said it sounded more like sexual foreplay than a demo by a machine.

Marks thought he would trip her up by asking, "Eve what would you like to show me"?

The ceiling in the building was 20 feet high with cross girders "I" beams spanning the full width of the underground building.

Before Marks could blink Eve had attached herself by jumping three girders over which would have been almost 60 feet across and 20 feet high. There she hung upside down by her bare feet as she said, " General Sir, I am sorry this building is not bigger so I could really stretch my legs for you; do I look like a bat"?

Marks was almost totally speechless and just shook his head as he stared in wonderment, "Damn that voice is unnerving and the jump... who could believe it was possible", he mumbled and half thought out loud.

Eve let go of her perch with one foot and kicked off the "I" beam landing like a cat 3 feet from the General.

She then walked over to the tool bench and pulled a screw driver from the bench and bent it double using her thumb and little finger of her left hand. She placed the screw driver back on the bench while apologizing to John for deforming the tool.

General Marks looked at John and asked, "How soon will she be mission ready"?

"She is ready now sir and should be maintenance free for at least the next 12 months, however, I would like to send Eve and Adam together.... that way if a situation should arise..... they can buss together as one super processor to over come just about anything the natural environment or mission can throw at them".

The General looked puzzled.

John's assistant who had been quietly observing the demonstration came forward and stuck out his hand while saying, "General Sir, my name is Adam and I am very pleased to finally be able to present myself to you".

Marks took the hand without thinking and a warm friendly hand shake ensued. Not to firm, not to soft, just right, Marks admitted to himself; the hand felt human even though he knew it wasn't.

"John, you are a miracle worker.... How did you pull this off.. How many Adams and Eves can you make in a year.... What do you need for full production"?

Marks would have continued but John was holding up his hand and smiling.

'General Marks sir, now that the bottle neck of the integrated processing buses have been worked out.... We could produce ten a day or almost 3600 the first year. However if parts and lab skin production rates can be increased I could see us double or tripling the units after the first 6 months to a year".

"Thank goodness this gamble paid off.....Can they defend themselves"?

John nodded and said, "Both are so quick they can reach into your chest and pull your beating heart out before you can say ouch sir! They both are better than experts with blades or guns and if they go up against soft human targets there will be no contest".

"My God John".

"No sir, not god, just hard work and some amazing tech with a few lucky breaks. If you don't mind sir would you ask your aide to try and hit Adam or Eve in the nose"?

The aide, who was a big burly Captain said, "Hey I don't want to hurt them or worse yet, have my heart ripped out"!

Adam laughed and came forward still smiling. "I will not touch you Captain I promise; give me your best shot"!

For a big guy the Captain was fast, yet, after repeated attempts he finally tried the normal big guy tactic of a full body tackle. The result was, he ended up on the floor never once making contact with Adam...

Adam hung from one of the "I" beams 20 feet off the ground by 4 fingers after jumping to avoid the Captains lunge. Adam then dropped to the floor and in a non hurried voice asked if the Captain wanted help while he reached down and pulled the big man to his feet.

The Captain was so impressed and out of breath he told the General, "I need to get me one of these".

Everyone laughed, including Adam and Eve.

4 days later as the synthetic duo stood at the air stairs of the C-141 Globe master; there was a brief moment when John gave both of them a big bear hug. He then had to wipe tears from both of his eyes with the back of his hand while trying to smile and wish them luck.

Things had moved fast after the meeting with General Marks. Their complete mission brief had arrived via military encrypted CD and had been uploaded to each of their three core processors with appropriate anti behavioral modification checks at every step of the process.

Interesting tidbit on the up load process; Adam and Eve had both taken the end of a fiber optic cable and placed it in their mouth. Nano-light receptors had transferred the data to their processors. John had stood by during the process with his little wireless black kill switch, which when pressed, would shut down the programing and supposedly send a signal to Adam's and Eve's processors for an emergency shut down. The black stone looking device was called the Emergency Disabling Stone EDS which had gotten it's name from Adam the first time he had picked it up.

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The mission was simple on the surface; go to Nigeria find a War lord who was known by the name of Vampire by the locals, and either capture or kill him and if able dispose of his lieutenants which hopefully would disable his entire criminal operation.

The departure from Langley AFB was uneventful and the flight was only a momentary delay for Adam and Eve as they would remain in sleep mode. With their onboard nav abilities they had both figured the distance to touch down in Nigeria was 5385 miles on a direct route; but due to the limitations of their Air Force ride a stopover would be needed for refueling in Paris at Orly AFB. They would then transfer to an air France flight leaving from Charles de Gaulle to fly to Port Harcourt, Nigeria.
Passport and immigration controls were checked along the way without any glitches. Everyone who saw this striking couple thought they were an international couple either on business or holiday. The cover story was " Mr. and Misses Sparks, both who were oil executives that worked for B.P. Oil".

The flight from France to Port Harcourt was smooth until crossing the coast where a rather large weather disturbance caused turbulence bad enough to have the Flight Attendants stop their service and strap in their crew seats. Again Adam and Eve looked like a normal couple who had slept through the entire trip except when one of the Flight Attendants insisted they awake and have something to eat and drink.

They both had a converter pouch a human might mistake for a stomach but in reality it's purpose was to break down all matter ingested and convert everything it could to the basic elements of hydrogen and oxygen. Any residual mass would be dumped overboard just as a normal human would do in the form of excrement. The plumbing of Adam and Eve, by all outward appearances, was human male and female, fully functional with both of their perfectly formed bodies capable of changing slightly depending on circumstances.

Their lab skin was a marvel by itself being more elastic or non permeable depending on the electrical charge that could be induced through the lab skin membrane. Adam and Eve could change skin tone making themselves appear any color under the rainbow or combination thereof which was thought handy for future missions.

After clearing customs and their previously paid for rent a car was packed with their belongings they were off to a village named Opobo which was the reported head quarters of the one called Vampire.

To call Vampire a War Lord was a slight over statement. He was involved in Pirating, kidnapping, and the weapons stock market, where a local could invest in a weapon that if used during a high jacking the investor would share in some small portion of the profits from the plunder.

Vampire was a slave and sex trader; just an all around business guy who preferred a 1911 45 ACP over a plastic Glock and the AR platform chambered in 7.62x39 over the AK-47. These he showed off more as a status symbol than anything eles. Everyone had an AK or some other type pistol but only a man of means could carry an expensive AR and a 1911.

Vampire was a big fellow and had arisen to his current status by brute force and a reputation for sucking the life out of anyone who got in his way; again B.S. but, he was known to eat the heart or liver of a worthy opponent on occasion, so the locals only spoke his name in whispers..

Adam and Eve checked into the shanty hotel just off of King Jaja Street which had been provided by arrangements made through DERNSA. (DERNSA was the true puppet master above the National Security Agency.) They both unpacked and slipping into clothes more appropriate for their mission. They then exited and walked a short distance to the “Best Bar”.

The sights and smells of King Jaja street were typical of a sea coast town with fishing and tourism being it's major old world income. The Glory days had passed but had almost reappeared after a few major oil companies came back after finding oil and gas deposits. It would never be a sterling example of progress and architecture but there were business people, places to eat, and even hotels with air conditioning still being built.

Vampire was reportedly based here but all the loot and pirating was hidden and conducted from the Ivory Coast either at a fishing village in Togo called Lome or off the coast of Gana at Accra. Both these operations were well organized and funded by the ransom payments from commercial ships.

Often times the selling of cargo from one of the captured vessels was more money for Vampire's organization than any ransom money they could collect from an international company. When a ship was boarded there was usually a price that would be paid for the Captain and first mate, yet the average crew members were just shot in the head and dumped overboard for the marine life to devour.

Vampire thought of himself as an environmentalist. He was quoted by one ransomed Captain who heard him say (before personally shooting 12 crew members in the head), "Hey fishy fishy I give to you... get fat for me"! Those were the old days...

Now, Vampire had many soldiers to do his dirty work, yet even so, he liked to participate, every now and then, just for the blood lust and excitement that was always part of the hunt and kill teams (HK) he had personally trained. Any weak link in the HK teams detected by Vampire's observations or by one of his HK team Captain's unfavorable report of an individual, they became fish food. A lack of performance or nothing short of total obedience was always pointed out and not tolerated. This was all by a concerted plan as Vampire could actually read and had studied actions by some of the great figures of history and how they handled their barbaric armies and people under their command. With enhancing the teams stature by making them believe they were the chosen few, and by inflating their egos and reputations of being some kind of elite soldiers for Vampire (at least not fish food) Vampire had a well organized crime syndicate.

Not all was thuggery with Vampire, for he was meticulous in the dividing of the spoils . 70% for him (gotta cover overhead) and 20% went to the Hunt and kill teams while the extra 10% went to the stock market/lottery to pay his investors. Everyone in on the scheme seemed to be pleased when a pay day came along.

There were 3 cargo ships anchored now waiting ransom money which would bring in 1.8 million Euros for Vampire's little organization come pay day.

There was competition but none were as large or as well organized as Vampire's fondly referred to "Shipping company". If there was a problem with another company a deal was usually struck on the high seas. If not then the competition could be destroyed the old fashion way; by a bullet or machete stroke in the middle of the night back at the interlopers home base.

As Vampire's reputation grew, more and more upstarts simply waved and departed when his boys showed up wearing their red arm bands.. Vampire liked the color red for it reminded him of the blood and sweat he had used to get to his position in the world.... A black "V" on a red background was proudly displayed on all his boats; he even had flags made which could always be hoisted when a possible competitor was spotted on the high seas.

As they approached the front door of the bar Eve continued walking toward "Mama's Beach Attire" which was two lots down King Jaja street from the bar. No verbal words had been spoken between the pair due to their communication link that made each aware of the others processes and actions. The link was fondly referred to as "The Force Link" (referring to a movie by George Lucas called Star Wars) by John.

Adam entered the bar with his sensors in high det mode as he detected an individual with a mouth full of gold teeth and a pistol strapped to his leg who just so happened to be the bartender. This guy was huge and was such a shinny black he resembling a piece of polished obsidian. As Adam approached the bar he knew almost every eye was on him.

"Hey man, welcome, welcome, what you gonna have, we got everything" said the bartender with a big gold filled toothy grin.

Adam requested a Scotch straight up without ice and as the Bartender was making his drink it appeared that all but two of the patrons of the bar had gone back to their card games or watching the 10 year old T.V. which was showing Nigerian news.

As the drink was delivered, "That will be 1266 Naira."

1 United States Dollar = 158.24996 Nigerian Naira according to Adam's data link so that was close to $8.

Adam asked if he would take $10 U.S. and keep the change which brought another big smile and words of "You betcha; we even take chicken or egg sometime"!

The bar itself was steady slow. The one working waitresses would usually go to the cooler to retrieve a beer for the patrons which left the bartender (who said his name was Ubie) with time to talk.

All the normal small talk was used to include where you from, what do you do, how long do you plan on staying and what hotel, is the room nice, etc etc was conducted by Ubie in pretty good English.

Adam replied to the usual questions with the usual answers and then sensing Ubie was letting his guard down laid the big question on him.

"Ubie could you get me another drink. I have heard rumors I could invest in the local lottery or stock market..... I have money, but like everyone never enough. Besides, I heard a fellow could do quite well if and when the market came through".

Ubie with the big grin didn't even pause in the drink preparation while he said, " My friend you have come to the right place for I know everything there is to know about Nigeria and the lottery! For a price I can arrange almost anything most people can only imagine."

"How much you wanna invest"?

Adam said, "I was thinking of $100,000 U.S...... if you think that would be wise, or enough"?
Ubie almost paused in his body movements as the amount sunk in. Most investors were lucky to scrape up $100 U.S. so this was an amount that would be enough to spread around and still have plenty to invest in the Shipping company.

"If you don't mind let me call two of my friends to talk with us" Ubie said as he hand signaled the two other armed patrons Adam had taken notice of when he first entered the bar.

Ubie told the two in "Cen Tuum" a local dialect, " We got some money sitting here so be nice"!

Adam understood every word.

Introductions were made and according to Peter and Mark (good biblical names which are common in Nigeria) they were also investors in the lottery and had done quite well with their investing.

More small talk by the new arrivals verbally dancing around the subject while trying to get a feel of just who Adam was and what kind of goodies he could provide them with.

Finally the amount was once again brought up and Adam indicated he could do $10,000 now but would like to do much more if the payback was as he had been told by his maid in Lagos.

Mark, the smaller of the two new guys said, "There are never guarantees but the lottery has done quite well for me. I invest $100 and get back $240 if I am lucky....once I got back $700"!

Adam smiled knowing Mark was lying but he indicated he would be happy with 100% return on investment. Needless to say, Adam acted very concerned about dealing with people he really had not established a long term relationship with.

Mark with a big smile, "Of, course you are a very smart man and it is not wise to trust to quickly in Nigeria, but we are all friends and I can tell you for sure we are all trustworthy and can help. You are very lucky to have met and talked with Ubie our cousin, for there are people not as trustworthy or as honorable as we three, for sure”.

Adam nodded and smiled trying to convey his naiveté and goodwill which emboldened the three even more.

Adam brought up his maid again, " I was told by Sara my maid that a man by the name of Matthew Lagona was head of the lottery and for the right amount of money to invest he could be persuaded to make sure a return on ones investment was made".

Warning signs in body posture struck like lightning in all three of the Nigerians. Adam had already computed the response he would get and forged ahead with a conspiratorial air about himself, "Since we are all friends here let me tell you a little secret. I too have friends from all over the world that would like this kind of return on their investment...... so I can probably contact a few and bring allot more money for the Lottery...enough for all of to make some on the side...you know... handling charges"...

Ubie slapped Adam on the arm, "Man you sure you aren't Nigerian"?

Adam smiled and with his conspiratorial voice he said, "Ubie for the right kind of money I could be any nationality I need to be; just show me the money".

More laughing, which was mostly forced by the three cousins in a way to convey male bonding. They were trying to cement the groups ties to Adam.

Adam computed he had set the bait and would now have to wait until Mr. Matthew Lagona aka Vampire bit. As if on cue (which it was) Eve walked in the front door and stopped with her hands on her hips. The sight of her struck the bar patrons in such a way that if a Grey Alien had walked through the door they would not have been more surprised and certainly less pleased. The setting sun caused a halo around her that made her appearance more angelic than mortal as she stood with the door open behind her. One of the patrons almost swallowed a fly that had flown into his open mouth.. Many patrons were lucky there were not more flies.

Adam..."Ooops, gotta go guys..... here is my cell number, which was provided on his business card. Call me when you can set something up with Mr. Lagona."

Ubie wanted Eve to come in for a drink "on the house" but Adam had already started for the door. Someone in the Group called after him wondering if he needed any help, but Adam just said he could handle her himself, there was laughter from the group.

Once outside both Adam and Eve continued to listen to their new found friends via MDSR (Micro dot surveillance receiver) which Adam had placed in the small crack between the bar counter top and the Bannister.

Ubie, like the good soldier he thought he was, had already said he was calling the "Boss" while Mark said he was sure the Boss was in Lagos at the home of Mohammad, one of his Somali Captains.

With cell phones it mattered not where someone was; if there was a signal they could be reached.

Adam and Eve held hands looking to all the world as a beautiful couple in love on a stroll back to their hotel. But in reality they were also running a complete crossover diagnostic check between all six of their processing centers...No faults and all were capable of 100% output. Good to go.

Ubie called twice trying to get in touch with the Vampire yet the man was unavailable and the phone went straight to voice mail.

First call, "Hey, Boss please call Ubie I got something for you"!

Call 2, five minutes later, “Hey, Boss it is me Ubie, I got something I think you will like very much, please man, when you can, call me back"!

"Never fails, when I got something to make everyone happy I can't get no help" Ubie lamented.

Mark and Peter chimed in with words to sooth Ubie's hot temper giving encouragement to the effect that the Boss would call when he had a chance.

Adam and Eve returned to the hotel as the bar conversation continued on the subject of how they could get Adam's money and not say anything about it to the Boss if they had to.

Mark was the one that was heard to say, "Ubie you know if we do something.... for sure..... we will make more money! We could dump the bodies at the mouth of the river where the sharks feed. But.......Man.... if Boss Matt finds out we crossed him..... all our families.... he can find will be killed.... we will be wishing we were fish food before the Boss finishes with us. Besides.. if we do this... dump that guy Adam... he seems like a nice stupid white guy to me..... but, we should keep the girl for awhile; man did you see her"!

The next morning at 10AM Adam's phone rang and it was Mr. Lagona.

"Hello, good morning," Eve answered with her best telephonic voice.

"And good morning to you; this is Matthew Lagona calling for Mr. Adam Sparks, is he available?"

"Yes one moment please."

Adam stood next to the mobile phone for a few seconds waiting an appropriate amount of time before he answered.


"Mr. Sparks this is Matthew Lagona I was told you wish to speak with me about investing in a subsidiary of the shipping company. I am in Lagos presently and if you would like, I can arrange a meeting with you either in Opobo or another place of my choosing. I must say though I am a very busy man and my time is limited for such things so as a kindness to me I hope you can make a meeting worth my time".

"Thank you for calling me Mr. Lagona and from what little I have heard about you, I can only imagine how busy you must be; so again thank you for your personal interest."

"I am V.P. of logistics and marketing for British Petroleum, based out of Houston, Tx. Myself along with several other world contacts have discretionary income to invest in certain activities and well paying investment funds..... if the return is worth our 'time' and money …...so without making any promises, I can only say, I would not have made the effort to contact you unless I thought you would be interested."

"Mr. Sparks I am not always someone who is pleased to make new acquaintances but based on Ubie's information about your character I will make an effort to set something up with you this evening or tomorrow at the bar. Please keep you phone handy and I will let you know a couple of hours in advance when we can meet, if that is OK with you"?

"That would be fine Mr. Lagona. My wife and I are on a brief break from the office and your time frame would fit our schedule nicely".

"Ok then I will call you back".

There was an audible disconnect of the mobile and Mr. Lagona aka Vampire was gone. Adam and Eve went into sleep mode.

In the mean time, the Big Story in Nigeria were of soldiers and journalist looking at bodies of prison officials killed by Islamic extremist during heavy fighting in Bama, Nigeria.

Quote: “These were coordinated attacks by Islamic extremists armed with heavy machine guns which killed at least 83 people in northeast of Nigeria, authorities said Friday, this is just the latest in a string of increasingly bloody attacks threatening the peace in Africa's most populous nation”.

“The attack struck multiple locations in the town of Bama in Nigeria's Borno state, where shootings and bombings have continued unstopped since the insurgency began there. Fighters raided a federal prison during their assault as well, freeing 337 inmates all of which were considered Islamic extremist. This is yet another example of a mass prison break to hit our country, the officials said”.

“Nakura Ibrahim Ella, a suspected member of Islamic extremist group was arrested by soldiers and tied to a tree in Bama, Nigeria. Information was gathered by our soldiers; Video to follow which showed several supposedly extremist having been shot.... Let this be a warning to all those who attack our offices and national service members. Mr. Ella died later of natural causes”. End Quote:

“Tied to a tree my ass,” Thought Vampire. “ They nailed him to the frigging tree gouged his eyes out after they had cut his manhood off ”!

“Natural causes can mean many things in Nigeria; I suppose it is natural to die from such wounds. Now if he could get part of the money he had paid Ella for this operation back in his own hands, all would be perfect”, mused Vampire.

Vampire was insuring all who might be interested (by means of his underworld contacts all over the African continent) that his shipping company had assets that might be useful in toppling the current government; who he considered weak and in the pockets of multinational companies. Besides if they were living so well in the palaces without monetarily appreciating the shipping company and Mathew the Vampire Lagona organizational abilities then something was wrong and he was just the guy to fix it.

No one, in Vampire's mind, was better suited to lead Nigeria than himself, for he knew people and how to get the most out of them to do his bidding.

He looked at his ledger sheets at the bribe money he paid each month to the various agencies and government officials and wondered at times if it would not be easier to just kill all the blood suckers.

Some of his future political plans were already set into motion yet he became frustrated at the slowness and indirect means he had to use. He thought of himself as a man of action, however, as months and years passed he was getting worried he would be to old to enjoy all the fruits of his labors when his plans came to fruition..

Thinking about his wives, his 18 latest mistresses, and the 67 children (he knew of; the thought made him smile) which he had fathered these last 15 years, he once again began to evaluate his children. He came to decision, as he had many times before, that there were only two sons that might be worthy of carrying on his businesses if something happened to him.

Mohammed from Somalia who was now 14 years of age and already part of Hunter Killer Team 3 (HKT3) who from all reports, was a blood thirsty little bugger that also knew how to understand and take orders.

James his 13 year old Nigerian son was allowed to go with HKT 6, when not attending school, and the reports from that team were also considered very favorable .

So, "I must step up their training and education, bring them closer to me... I don't like kids.....but...is something I must do for the future” (sigh)....

He picked up his phone to call the Captains of HKT3&6 and have his sons, who he always thought of as “the little animals” sent to his home in Lagos. After making the arrangements, he made one more call to Mary, his his local Mistress, for some afternoon delight.

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  (JANWC) Just another line of time
Posted by: 727Sky - 06-02-2016, 01:27 AM - Forum: Rogue's Writers Contests - Replies (1)

JANWC Just another line of time

It had already been a pisser of a day with a get up at 04:00 for our 06:45 departure out of Newark International airport. The van ride and getting through airport security as we made our way to operations and our assigned gate of departure, was just all in a days work; just to darn early to feel like a big toothy smile for most of us !

The departure had been uneventful... weather was clear blue and 92... and the crew I had on this trip were all good people to work with. Since the company had changed the the coffee vender the coffee was not what you would classify as good but it was more or less drinkable; which was an improvement. .

This was just the first half of our trip but we should pick up another pilot (called an international relief officer... IRO) at LAX who could share some of the work load of Honolulu's six hour and thirty minute scheduled flight. We had worked the flight from Houston to Newark the day before; arriving at our New York hotel by 18:00 hours local.

My first officer was senior enough she could have been a junior Captain in Guam but she preferred 20/21 days a month off and the joys of being able to get her first ten or fifteen choices to fly each month from our monthly bid package. The bid package for our aircraft had almost 200 lines of time with various destinations for each month. The lines started with 21 days a month off and the last lines of time or reserve lines had 8 days a month off. It could really suck being junior and stuck on reserve.

The winds at altitude were not to bad so we made our first stop in LAX ( Los Angeles, Calif.) in under-schedule, which was great. Instead of one hour and thirty minutes ground time, we had almost two and a half hours to kill. The crew, or rather our six flight attendants decided to head for one of the restaurants in the international terminal building. That was fine with me for we would be leaving from that terminal to continue on our trip to Honolulu. Quite a bag drag to get there but the food was not to bad (flight attendants always know where there is the best airport food to be found) and as we ate, the general chit chat was nice without some of the usual airline bitching about, whatever (?).

We were just about ready to pay for our individual eatery bills when I could have sworn I heard gunfire; although at this stage I was not totally sure. The acoustics from inside the restaurant and all the way out in the airport terminal hallway were not all that great, so I wasn't sure what the pops were. People were looking around trying to determine what the sound was when there was a long string of unmistakeable automatic fire from down the hallway coupled with some female screaming; two more pops and the screaming stopped. I saw a few people running past the entry door to our restaurant......they did not look like they were running to catch a flight, so, by their panicked looks I assumed they were running for their lives.

The whole crew looked at me with the look of, “WTF do we do now” ?

We were basically trapped for there was only one entrance into this eatery unless there was a fire exit I had not seen ? I told Mary my F.O. to see if she could find a fire exit, but keep low as I told the rest of the crew to get down on the floor,”NOW”!

I low crawled to the entry of the restaurant (not easy do do in full uniform) so if I were lucky, anyone who came through the double wide entry and carrying a long gun I might be able to go for the gun. I had always sworn I would never go down without a fight.. OK... not the greatest plan but that was all I had at the moment.

In short order I was joined by two men in civilian attire and I recognized one of them as a Sky Marshal by the name of John. He had worked a few of my flights before and by procedure the lead Sky Marshal would always tell the Captain that there were Sky Marshals on board and what seats they would be occupying. The Marshals would also brief the flight crew if there were any particular security concerns they knew of for the flight..

I asked John if he was armed and he just said, “I never leave home without it” as he pulled what looked like a .40 caliber Glock from his waist band holster.

“OK you guys got the entry way covered so I am going back to my crew and see if there is another exit out of this place”.. They nodded their approval as I did my snake imitation and slithered back to our once peaceful table. At least our newly appointed entry way guards knew better than to take a pistol to a rifle fight; so they were hunkered down and waiting.

Mary showed up about the same time I reached our table and hiding spot to report that she had found the fire exit, but it was one of those kind of doors that if you opened it a fire alarm would go off...... My first thought was get the alarm going but then I reasoned it would just draw attention to our location. After another short burst of automatic fire, which was certainly closer, and I became rather seriously motivated to tell the crew, “follow Mary and head for the fire exit door!”

The other patrons had been watching us not knowing what to do, but as we made our way to the section that hid the fire exit door several people found the courage to follow us; probably due to our uniforms.

The gun fire was more single shots now which I could only assume were well placed shots at targets of opportunity.

Myself and all seven crew members arrived at the fire exit followed by at least fifteen other patrons of the restaurant. As we stood before the door some guy started saying “Open the damn door” !

Mary, who was never a loss for words told him if we open the door the alarm will sound and whoever is doing the shooting will know we are here and trying to escape. He let go with a string of cuss words and started to push her out of the way. His back was to me and I started to put his lights out with a hammer blow to the base of his skull and neck but instead I just grabbed a big hand full of his well manicured hair and jerked his head back with such force as my leg tripped him that he ended up straight on his back with a swelling bump on the back of his head... The head or the floor; floor wins every time. He was dazed but I told him, “If he touched one my crew members again I will personally take it as someone trying to commit bodily harm to one of my crew . Stop now.... and I will not have to mention interfering with a crew member; which is a federal offense, a 250,000 dollar fine, and some serious jail time !”

(That was a bit of a stretch or rather an out right lie..... however,“the feds are coming, money, and jail” usually quiets even the most determined idiot down).

He started to get up like he was going to fight me so I planted my heal rather quickly, and very hard into the area just below his rib cage. He couldn't talk after that brief exchange for I had absolutely knocked all the air out of him. He went into the fetal position as he grasped for breath. With the mood I was in and the adrenalin clouding my thoughts he was lucky I hadn't heal stopped his face in. GURRRRR

A girl friend or a wife came to his rescue with threat that she would sue but Mary was there to tell her, “The Captain is trying to keep everyone alive including the armed air marshals at the entrance”. The mention of the “Armed Air Marshals” seemed to do the trick of shutting her up.

So here we were, one foot away from possible freedom, yet knowing if the door was opened it would be like a locator beacon for the bad guy or guys. Even though Mary's thoughtful statement seemed to shut the protective woman up for the moment, I was sure there would be hell to pay at a later date if we survived that long.

I found out later the guy I had almost snatched bald headed was named Mark Armstrong and was a frequent flyer on our airline..

Looking around our group I spied one of the restaurant waitresses who had also gathered in our huddled mass of scared people. I asked her if there were any big knifes in the kitchen? She seemed to think there were so I asked her if she could sneak into the kitchen and get all the big sharp ones she could find? She was hesitant at first but Susan, one of my senior flight attendants, said she would go with her.

While all of this had been going on the occasional gun fire never ceased . A few single shots but no more auto burst. After each sporadic pause it did seem like the gun fire was moving down the hallway towards our position.

Susan and the waitress with 6 other people returned with half a dozen knives and I was able to select a couple that should do the trick.

The emergency exit door had a wire that supplied power to the alarm light and bell when the door was opened. If I could cut the wire without being electrocuted we would be able to open the door without all the bells, lights, and whistles . No problem in finding the wire but cutting it would not be easy. I stuck the butcher knife between the wall and the wire and tried to pry the wire out a little so I could get the sharp edge of the blade against the wire. Whoever installed this door alarm was a pro for there were two keepers holding the wire against the wall. As I pulled down upon the handle of the blade the first keeper gave way but so did the blade of the butcher knife.. It broke clean apart. Susan just handed me the next biggest knife while mumbling, “made in China”.

Now with the slight space between the wall and wire I was able to use the wall as a brace and the blade against the wire. Thank goodness the guy who installed the wire used a mufti-strand copper wire instead of one big wire or I might not have been able to cut the darn thing ! I made short work of the wire once I could get a sharpened blade upon it.

While I had been busy with the wire my out of breath prior foe (Mark the open the damn door man) had regained his footing and breath. I looked at him and asked if he could take everyone down the fire exit to the outside and hopefully safety. He looked rather surprised at my offer but mumbled something to the effect he would get everyone out.

I opened the fire exit and was greeted with silence except for new shots coming down the terminals main hallway; our hallway. Needless to say when the door was opened people started moving. After everyone had entered the exit there was just Mary and myself standing there. She had a butcher knife in one hand and her inflight over night bag's handle in her other hand.

“Mary I am going to go tell the Marshals the exit is open and they are welcome to come and get to heck out of here “.

She nodded and said, “I will wait for you here”.

I started to tell her to go but I could tell she thought it was important to stay so I just tapped her on her shoulder and started my snake routine once again as I rounded the short wall that hid the fire exit and the way back to the Sky Marshal's positions.

When we had entered the restaurant the crew and I had come from the same direction the shots were being fired . Next to the restaurant was a gift shop and when we had passed the small shop I had seen a rather large Black woman who appeared to be working as a cashier. The reason I bring this fact up; about the time I reached the Marshals location there was a loud woman's voice who said, “Don't you be point-en that thang at me or I will” Boom and there was no more voice to utter a protest about anything. Whoever was doing the shooting was next door.

The Sky Marshals were both hunkered down with guns drawn and as I reached Marshal John, he held out a small .38 revolver he had carried in is leg holster for me to take. I had not planned on staying, for my idea had been more of a slither by and tell them “lets leave” type plan. But as the situation had developed it really was better for us to stay concealed or we might be caught out in the open spaces of the restaurant thereby ending this game of survival in favor of the Bad Guy (s).

We did not have long to wait or even discuss any future plans for I had no sooner checked the .38 to be sure it had bullets than our bad guy arrived at the restaurant entrance..

Since we were down below the big windows at the front of the restaurant the first thing we saw was what appeared to be the mussel of an AR-15/16 ? poking around the door frame. If I had been alone that is where and when I would have gone for the rifle. This bad guy was no pro (was my first thought) for exposing the mussel of his rifle would give anyone a chance of a snatch and grab for the barrel and enable a possible disarm.

Alas, except for an armed security detail airports are gun free zones and it is easy to shoot unarmed people if you have the desire for it; professional or not..

Our bad guy was hesitating at the door way; I suppose trying to figure out where everyone was. Then out of the back of the restaurant I heard Mary say in a rather loud voice, “ Hurry up he is here everyone out the exit” !

That was all our bad guy needed to go rushing through the doorway in hot pursuit of anyone who might have a chance of getting away.

He was met by at least 30 rounds of .40 caliber from the Sky Marshal's Glocks and for my two cents worth of pee shooter .38 fire, I hit him in both his legs and the combat boots he was wearing; more than once.

Man it had been a long time since I shot a gun in a closed space and the sound had my ears ringing to the point of me thinking my hearing would be damaged forever !

As our bad guy lay bleeding out he actually had enough strength to reach for some black plastic stone looking thing he had hung around his neck. I did not know if this was a detonator for some explosive device or what, but, as the Marshals were doing a quick mag change I aimed for the black looking stone and shot the last two rounds my .38 pistol had in it's 8 cylinders. What ever the black thing was it shattered along with our new acquaintance's wrist and fingers. We later found out that with all his body armor he had worn that day only 6 shots would have been classified as eventually fatal. In all the excitement no head shots were used by the Marshals which surprised me ..? If there ever is a next time I know where I want to aim !

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As the Sky Marshals were clearing the body of any more possible weapons Mary came running up with her butcher knife and for all intents and purposes looked like she was ready to cut his head off.. Gotta love that girl, and I do in a professional sort of way.

Needless to say we did not continue on to Honolulu and to my surprise Mark, who had escorted all the patrons and some of my crew to safety, gave a press interview and told what he had seen; leaving out the part about how I had persuaded him to leave my crew and the exit door alone.

Our bad guy had killed 21 TSA people in the security area and another 68 waiting passengers and police in the same area. He had further shot or killed another 80 random people and shop keepers in the airport terminal before he met us at the restaurant. Lucky for the airport and many other people that day our restaurant was one of the first restaurants among many in that wing of the terminal.

Needless to say there was allot of finger pointing about security at the airport and many politicians calling for some kind of new gun control.. “He was a damn SWAT team member in L.A.” but it really didn't matter to those who wanted to disarm everyone except for themselves..

One man being interviewed said, “They can basically strip search my 80 year old wheel chair bound grand mother in the name of safety, or molest my 10 year old daughter, but can't stop a heavily armed lunatic from going on for almost an hour of killing people !”

Our company flew us back to our home base “First Class” and the Chief Pilot debriefed Mary and myself while thanking us for not giving any impromptu press briefings. We did do a local news spot as per the companies request (once we got an approved version of the incident) so I guess we got our 5 minutes of fame... Something Mary and I both could have done without.. We both had to stop greeting or saying goodbye to passengers at the cockpit door for several months afterward... To much of a traffic jam with autograph seekers...

With this month's line of time not being finished (this was our first trip of the month) we would pick back up our line of flying time (Houston-Newark-Lax-Honolulu then direct to Houston after our short lay-over in Honolulu) next Friday; just as if nothing had happened. The rest of the month and our next two trips all went according to plan... on time on schedule..

I had been wrong about the bad guy not being a professional. He had worn body armor just like a SWAT Team member, which he was as I already mentioned. His name had been Mohammed Esterie and was actually a member of Swat Team 4 in L..A. Maybe he had been doing prayers when the proper way to enter a room with a rifle had been discussed ?

Mr. Esterie had evidently been threatened with dismissal from the L.A. Police SWAT team because of his demands to prey 5 times a day at set times; regardless of what was going on around him. Of course none of this came out in the main stream news for it would have been bad P.R. and the whole jobs program vetting process would have been shown to be a total joke.

Mohammed Esterie was a natural born citizen of the United States. His parents had fled the Mid-East (Iraq) to come to America for a better way of life over 29 years ago. He was 29 years of age at his time of death for his mother had given birth to her little darling just one month after their arrival into the states.

After some really good background investigation it was found that Mr. Esterie and a group of like minded individuals had been meeting in an old abandoned two story house. They had figured their Mosque was being monitored and possibly bugged by the FBI therefore they had thought the house was perfect to hatch their evil plans.

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The Drudge report I saw showed a house with rooms of old stacked furniture along with dust, dirt, and cobwebs everywhere. There was only one room upstairs which might have been called semi clean. This room was where 18 prayer mats were located along with 18 chairs and a small table.

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The police investigators were able to find a rather large weapon storage and even plastic explosives in an area that was once a subway tram tunnel. The tunnel had been used several years ago but was now supposedly closed off to the public. All it was used for at present was to carry underground cables and power lines to various above ground substations and buildings..

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In total there were 12 people arrested from Mr. Esterie's Mosque and another warrant was put out for 6 more named individuals... who are still on the run.

From what the Drudge report said, this group was planning lone wolf attacks on public areas once a month for the next 18 months. They had figured many of the politicians would demand all the privately held guns to be turned in by the American public. This would enable their future brothers, along with others of their demented belief system, to be the only armed individuals in all the newly created gun free zones. With the financing and across the border contacts it would appear they certainly had not had problems with getting weapons and explosives for their planned attacks.

Why is it bad guys never seem to have problems getting arms or even weapons such as bombs ? I can only surmise that it is because they don't seem to care about a countries laws; unlike most of us law abiding citizens.

Great plan and it might have worked except for a jealous wife who had covertly followed her husband to the old house where many of the future plans had been made. Upon her husbands arrest (another individual by the name of Mohammad) she had told everything she knew to anyone who would listen. Within two weeks she was killed by an unknown assailant. who had slit her throat and tried to remove her head unsuccessfully.. Small dull knife was all the medical examiner could come up with ?

Main stream news has been rather absent since the first few days of the shooting; almost as if they want to bury the story ?

One of my original flight attendants quit working and she and her husband moved to Georgia where they are retired now. The rest of the crew are still working and I see them occasionally either in some hallway or one one of my flights.

I am alive as are my crew and as far as I am concerned Mr. Esterie can now talk directly with his Skyfairy between engagements with his 72 virgins; who I hope turn out to actually be Christen hairy legged Virginians who hate Radical Muslim guys . Now that would be some kinda justice IMO ?


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  There’s an alien in our midst. An alien planet, that is.
Posted by: guohua - 06-02-2016, 12:09 AM - Forum: JFK, the Moon and the Truth out There - Replies (1)

That's Right, The Mysterious Planet #9.
They're still saying it's out there and now they've come up with a Theory on how it came to be in our area.
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Quote:Our Badass Solar System Stole A Planet... Maybe

Planet 9 remains a mystery, but this is one attempt to explain it.
A new theory published this week suggests that the much-debated “Planet 9” isn’t just a new member of our solar system, but rather an exoplanet. There is evidence that Planet 9 — if it exists — was kidnapped by the sun from its original host star.

As indicated by a new computer simulation developed by astronomers at Lund University in Sweden, our sun may have pulled the exoplanet from its host star as the two passed each other. 
“Planet 9 may very well have been ‘shoved’ by other planets, and when it ended up in an orbit that was too wide around its own star, our sun may have taken the opportunity to steal and capture Planet 9 from its original star,” researcher Alexander Mustill said in a news release. “When the sun later departed from the stellar cluster in which it was born, Planet 9 was stuck in an orbit around the sun.”

Earlier this year, researchers discovered the presence of a ninth planet by studying the orbits of icy objects beyond Neptune. They noticed anomalies in the objects’ orbits and tracked them — leading them to the gravitational pull of Planet 9.

The existence of Planet 9 is still unproved, and images have “remained elusive.” But astronomers haven’t been twiddling their thumbs. They have come up with a few hypotheses for what the planet may look like.
There’s much more work to be done to figure out if this is just a theory or the real deal. So, until we know for sure, we’ll just keep thinking our solar system is a master thief. 

 Cool!! :cool:

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  Obama: 'VFW Halls All Across America' Have Warped View of Economy
Posted by: guohua - 06-01-2016, 11:19 PM - Forum: America's Ex-President Obama - No Replies

That's Right, that's what this Poor Excuse For A President Said.
Yes he's found someone other than EX-President Bush To Blame for his failures.
He's got the Poor Ex Vets and their Families and Right Wing Radio.

Obama You Ass! You know nothing of the working and living conditions of the Average American, YOU, live in the World Of The Ultra Rich and You're Protected from the everyday Struggles of Mrs. and Mr. Average American.

Quote:President Obama said Wednesday that people in "VFW halls all across America" and other places with access to cable news and talk radio have a warped view of the economy.

The president's comments came as part of a riff in Elkhart, Ind. on what he saw as distorted perceptions of the nation's jobs and fiscal situations during his tenure in the Oval Office.
The relevant portion of the transcript is below:
I hope you don't mind me being blunt about this, but I've been listening to this stuff for a while now. And I'm concerned when I watch the direction of our politics. I mean, we have been hearing this story for decades: tales about welfare queens, talking about takers, talking about the '47 percent'. It's the story that's broadcast every day on some cable news stations, on right wing radio. It's pumped into cars and bars and VFW halls all across America, and right here in Elkhart. And if you're hearing that story all the time, you start believing it. It's no wonder people think big government is the problem. No wonder public support for unions is so low. No wonder that people think the deficit has gone up under my presidency when it's actually gone down.

According to the RealClearPolitics average, the president has received roughly an equal amount of support and disapproval for his handling of the U.S. economy in recent months.

Gallup's measure of the confidence Americans have in the economy has held steady in the last year after dipping substantially in the months following January 2014. The current level is -14, with +100 meaning all respondents saying the economy is good or excellent and getting better, and -100 representing the opposite. Nearly six out of 10 Americans said the economy was getting worse in Gallup's tracking poll concluding May 15.

Obamas An Asshole

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  Could This New Documentary Prove the The Yeti Exists?
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 06-01-2016, 08:57 PM - Forum: Cryptozoology - Replies (4)

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Do you believe the Yeti exists?
There seems to be two sides to the argument: You either believe, or you don't.

In this new documentary, Mark Evans and leading geneticists examine the legend of the Yeti, and almost certainly proves it exists!

Quote:Mark Evans combines both sides in beautiful neeky harmony in Yeti: Myth, Man Or Beast?
In a bizarre twist, Messner, a mountaineer with a face like a sheepskin rug, reveals himself to be the owner of a taxidermied bear. Not just any taxidermied bear, but the remains of a creature Heinrich Himmler sent an expedition of Nazis to find, in the belief yetis were a mighty race of Aryan uber-hominid.

At first sight, Himmler’s Nazi yeti isn’t much to get excited about. Stuffed by the expedition leader Ernst Schäfer, it looks like a mangy old fur coat. Mark asks Messner if this is all a joke. Messner assures him that Schäfer wasn’t known for his sense of humour. So they yank out its teeth and send them to a lab for DNA testing. What could these samples be? Bear? Human? Something else entirely?

As Evans points out, so-called folk memories of events thousands of years in the past (ancient floods, that sort of thing) have since been proven correct. And if you don’t believe Evans, the show details (with graphics!) how esteemed journal Nature suggested that, given the discovery of the skeletons of tiny, angry branch of human, Homo floresiensis – which also gave credence to local stories about them – we should all be treating this hominid cryptozoology with a lot less skepticism.

While we await the results, our Yeti hopes are stomped underfoot by evolutionary biologist Dr Charlotte Lindqvist. She’s been exploring the Yeti Question herself, collecting genetic material from the Himalayas. She charts the areas where her samples were found on a big map with little white stickers. On top of these she puts blue, yellow and red stickers. These denote the DNA of Tibetan, brown and black bears. There’s not a speck of polar bear or Denisovan hominin in sight. It’s a disappointing moment, a sheet of Ryman stickers blotting out any hope of collective wonder.

I hope Mark Evans can take his Bambi eyes and hunger for Yeti truth yet further. If so, I’ll go too ( via theguardian.com ).

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  UCLA Shooting Leaves 2 Dead
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 06-01-2016, 08:19 PM - Forum: Breaking News - Replies (3)

This is a breaking story so there is still information coming out.

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Quote:Police responded to reports of a shooting at UCLA on Wednesday, and the campus was placed on lockdown. Follow the liveblog below for all the latest developments.

Update: 3  minutes ago

Quote:Murder-suicide confirmed; UCLA campus 'safe'
LAPD Police Chief Charlie Beck confirmed that this morning’s shooting was a murder-suicide and that the campus is now safe.

“We believe that there are no suspects outstanding and no continuing threat to UCLA’s campus. We’re in the process of releasing students from lockdown but we need to do so in an orderly fashion and in a way that allows us to make sure there are no other participants,” Beck said to reporters shortly after noon local time.

At that point, he said, the investigation will be handed over to the Robbery-Homicide Division of the Los Angeles Police Department. The coroner will take custody of the bodies and this will turn into a homicide investigation, he said.

Beck said the method of suicide was by gunshot wound but declined to comment further at this time.

“Many, many questions remain unanswered at this point,” he said. “But I think the important thing for people to take away from this is that the campus is now safe. The issue that has occurred has been contained. We are in the process of releasing the campus back to the students.”

ETA: to add Source
And so it continues...    they just won't stop causing people to live in fear any way possible, will they?

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  2,000-year-old ‘Book Of Giants’ Describes How the Nephilim Were Destroyed
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 06-01-2016, 06:21 PM - Forum: Lost and Ancient - Replies (5)

Approximately 50 years ago, thousands of ancient scrolls were discovered during an archaeological research project.  The Book Of Giants was among them, which speaks of the Nephilim and their destruction.

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Quote:One of the most important archaeological discoveries was made at the Qumran Caves over half a century ago. Among the artifacts discovered were thousands of antique scrolls that offered extremely important insight into our past. Many of these scrolls helped complete a lost fragment in Earths history.

But in addition to the numerous scrolls, archaeologists were surprised when they stumbled across one rare and unusual texts: an ancient scroll that describes the demise of the ancient Nephilim. Called the Book fo Giants, it speaks about the creatures that inhabited our planet in the distant past, and how they were destroyed.

The Nephilim were mentioned in the book of Genesis in the Hebrew bible, and also in other ancient texts.

Quote:There are several ancient texts that make reference to the Nephilim. One of those texts is the Book of Genesis, which undoubtedly describes the Nephilim. Most of the information gathered ed today come from the apocryphal Book of Enoch. This ancient work is historically attributed to Noah’s great-grandfather.

Enoch plays a very important role in history and is curiously, one of the most mysterious characters in the Book of Genesis. According to the Book of Genesis, Enoch lived for a staggering 265 years. He was taken before God and: he walked with God: and he was no more; for God took him.”

One of the stories about the Nephilim is different in the Book of Genesis than it is written in the ancient scrolls found in the Qumran Caves.

Quote:According to the ancient text, the GiantsThe Nephilim—became aware that due to their violent ways, they face an imminent destruction. They asked Enoch to speak on their behalf to God.
The ancient texts detail how the Nephilim lived on Earth and created chaos and destruction. At one point in history, they began having prophetic dreams of Armageddon, as fear swept through their hearts. According to the texts, the first of the Nephilim to have such prophetic dreams was Mahway, the Titan son of the angel Barakel. According to his dream, a huge tablet was submerged under water, as the tablet surfaces only three names are left. This is believed to symbolize the Great Flood and eventual distribution of all but Noah’s sons.

2Q26 [ . . . ] they drenched the tablet in the wa[ter . . . ] 2[ . . . ] the waters went up over the [tablet . . . ] 3[ . . . ] they lifted out the tablet from the water of [ . . . ] (Source)

The Nephilim were unsure about the meanings of their dreams and they spent time debating what Mahway had dreamed. However, they were unsuccessful in interpreting the meaning. Not long passed and two more Giants Ohya and Hahya, the sons of the fallen angel Shemyaza began having similar dreams: Ohya and Hahya dreamed a tree being uprooted all except three of its root.

Quote:Thereupon two of them had dreams 4and the sleep of their eye, fled from them, and they arose and came to [ . . . and told] their dreams, and said in the assembly of [their comrades] the monsters 6[ . . . In] my dream I was watching this very night 7[and there was a garden . . . ] gardeners and they were watering 8[ . . . two hundred trees and] large shoots came out of their root 9[ . . . ] all the water, and the fire burned all 10[the garden . . . ] They found the giants to tell them 11[the dream . . . ] (Source)

Once the Giants became aware of the prophetic nature of their dreams they sought out help from Enoch.

Quote:[ . . . to Enoch] the noted scribe, and he will interpret for us 12the dream. Thereupon his fellow Ohya declared and said to the Giants, 13I too had a dream this night, O giants, and, behold, the Ruler of Heaven came down to earth 14[ . . . ] and such is the end of the dream. [Thereupon] all the giants [and monsters! grew afraid 15and called Mahway. He came to them and the Giants pleaded with him and sent him to Enoch 16[the noted scribe]. They said to him, Go [ . . . ] to you that 17[ . . . ] you have heard his voice. And he said to him, He wil1 [ . . . and] interpret the dreams [ . . . ] Col. 3 3[ . . . ] how long the Giants have to live. [ . . . ] (Source)

However, Enoch wasn’t on Earth anymore, so the Nephilim sent out one of them on a cosmic journey. After the cosmic journey Mahway comes to Enoch and makes his request.
Notice the peculiar description:

Quote:[ . . . he mounted up in the air] 41ike strong winds, and flew with his hands like ea[gles . . . he left behind] 5the inhabited world and passed over Desolation, the great desert [ . . . ] 6and Enoch saw him and hailed him, and Mahway said to him [ . . . ] 7hither and thither a second time to Mahway [ . . . The Giants away 8your words, and all the monsters of the earth. If [ . . . ] has been carried [ . . . ] 9from the days of [ . . . ] their [ . . . ] and they will be added [ . . . ] 10[ . . . ] we would know from you their meaning [ . . . ] 11[ . . . two hundred tr]ees that from heaven [came down . . . ] (Source)

The interpretation of, "He mounted up in the air… with his hands like eagles… he left behind the inhabited world and passed over Desolation…", should clearly show that he was taken towards space, leaving Earth behind.  Doesn't that sound like what we would call a UFO beaming someone up to their craft today?

Quote:Returning to the Book of Giants, we find that Enoch sends Mahway back to Earth, promising only that he shall speak to God on behalf of the Nephilim. However, the tablets Enoch Sent as a response did not bring good news for the Giants:

Quote:4Q530 Frag. 2 The scribe [Enoch . . . ] 2[ . . . ] 3a copy of the second tablet that [Epoch] se[nt . . . ] 4in the very handwriting of Enoch the noted scribe [ . . . In the name of God the great] 5and holy one, to Shemihaza and all [his companions . . . ] 61et it be known to you that not [ . . . ] 7and the things you have done, and that your wives [ . . . ] 8they and their sons and the wives of [their sons . . . ] 9by your licentiousness on the earth, and there has been upon you [ . . . and the land is crying out] 10and complaining about you and the deeds of your children [ . . . ] 11the harm that you have done to it. [ . . . ] 12until Raphael arrives, behold, destruction [is coming, a great flood, and it will destroy all living things] 13and whatever is in the deserts and the seas. And the meaning of the matter [ . . . ] 14upon you for evil. But now, loosen the bonds bi[nding you to evil . . . ] l5and pray. (Source)


So, clearly we have ancient texts stating that Giants were real in ancient times. There is also evidence of giant skeletons hidden away in the Smithsonian.  Why is it then that the Elite of today are so adamant that they never existed and try to hide this fact from us?  
What knowledge do the Giants hold that causes them such fear that they want to hide them from the masses?

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  Latinos make spirited case FOR Donald Trump
Posted by: guohua - 06-01-2016, 05:09 PM - Forum: Election 2016 ! - Replies (4)

If you believe the Media and the other Talking Heads, All Latino's HATE D. Trump.
But of-course that's not Totally True, But the media has an Agenda much like Facebook has.
Lie and Suppress the Truth.

Quote:There are a whole lot of Latinos who are disrupting the media’s anti-immigrant narrative pushed by the mainstream media.

Mark F. (@Immigrant4Trump) put together a video making the case for why Angelo Gomez supports Donald Trump for president, and why many other Latinos do, too.
“My name is Angelo Gomez and I have something very clear to say to the liberal media and Hillary Clinton: yes, I’m an American Latino who supports Donald Trump.

“Yes, I come from a family rooted in immigrants and I support Donald J. Trump to be the next president of the United States.
“I support Donald Trump with every ounce of my being,” Gomez says, “for the very reasons that this country, that the Constitution, that this flag behind me was founded upon and that’s putting the American people first. That’s putting this country first.”
He adds, “Hillary Clinton is the face of an incompetent politician who has lied to, who has cheated, and who has gotten Americans killed.
“If we get this wrong, our country will no longer be here for the future generations,” Gomez says.
The video shows dozens of Latinos at rallies and around the country supporting Trump.
“My name is Barbie, I’m Latina, I’m independent and I’m voting for Donald Trump,” one woman says.
“I am Hispanic, Mexican-American, also an Army veteran, and I will vote for Donald Trump,” a man says in the video.
Another Latino woman says her family is from Cuba and “we all support Donald Trump because he understands that the most patriotic Americans are immigrants who came here not for what they could get here, but who they could be here.”
One man showed his decked out pickup truck with Trump flags and a giant “Crooked Hillary” sign on the tail gate. Another sign reads, “I came to the US legally! Looking for the American Dream, not the Mexican nightmare! Make Mexico pay for the wall!”
The participants are part of Latinos for Trump and are organizing on Twitter with the #LatinosforTrumphashtag.

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  Chronicles from the Future: The Amazing Story of Paul Amadeus Dienach
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 06-01-2016, 05:06 AM - Forum: Metaphysics and Related Topics - Replies (14)

Amadeus Dienach had a serious illness in 1921 that caused him to go into a coma for an entire year. During that time he claims his consciousness traveled into the future to the year 3906 AD and entered the body of another man named Andrew Northman.
(Today, we call that a "walk-in".)
During his time in the other body he was able to interact with the people from that time period.  
When Dienach woke up, he wrote down his experiences in a diary, not expecting anyone to ever read them.  He didn't wish to make it known what he had experienced for fear of ridicule and being called a crazy man.

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Quote:According to Dienach, people noticed that in the year 3906 a different consciousness had conquered the body of Andrew Northman, so they decided to show and explain everything about that era, as well as exactly what happened from the twenty-first century until the beginnings of the fortieth century. They understood through what Dienach was going through.

In the future, people mentioned that a new species of humans called Homo Novus Occidantalis were created, these are the next step in evolution, and a lot of incredible things have happened.

So, how did his story make it into the public?

Quote:At the age of 36, with a very poor health after recovering from coma, Dienach moved to Greece in the fall of 1922, as a gentler and more mediterranean climate would certainly improve his quality of life. Once there, he took the opportunity to practice and teach in a German university. It was there that he met the student George Papahatzis, who later became the vice president of the National Council of Greece, a founding member of the Philosophical Society, and senior Mason.

George Papahatzis translated Dienach notes gradually over a period of 14 years, from 1926 to 1940. Initially he thought his teacher had written a strange novel, but as Papahatzis ead more and more, he realized that what he was translating were the very memories of his teacher.

World War II and the subsequent civil war in the Hellenic country, made Papahatzis temporarily abandon translations of the notes. Subsequently, in the period from 1952-1966, he tried to track down the relatives of his deceased teacher, even traveling to Zürich on twelve occasions.

Once the translation of the incredibly story of Dienach was complete, Papahatzis shared the notes with a closed circle of fellow Masons. The writings were seized by the secret society as critical to the future of mankind and, among insiders, Dienach received the title of prophet of modern times.

The notes of Dienach were available in philosophical circles of Freemasonry, which believed that such information should not be visible to an audience that would not be prepared to handle it. Papahatzis strongly disagreed and published the diary of Dienach which caused him countless problems. He lost his job, was accused of heresy by the Church, and most copies of the book disappeared quickly. In 1979, when Greece was moving onto democracy Papahatzis decided to try again but with similar results.

The Chronicles of the future will probably, one day, become the ideal script for a Hollywood movie that many of us would love to see in theaters. The incredible stories and information contained inside the “diary” of Dienach, if true, will change history of mankind as we see it, the question is, will this diary, which was never intended to become a book, come to its “unintended” audience across the world.


Click on the link to read the first 60 pages of the book.  It ends before it was finished, but I'm sure you will enjoy reading what is available.
Chronicles of the Future

I won't leave you hanging.  Here is a time line of events that Dienach wrote about in the rest of the book:

Quote:The events as remembered by Paul Dienach that will transpire on Earth over the next 2,000 years. Bear in mind, this is the illusory sense of “time” we’re talking about… so don’t write the dates in your calendar in indelible ink. Also, this article is based on several translations of excerpts from the book, and may not be fully in line with the actual book.

Humanity begins to solve overpopulation, ecological destruction, greenhouse gases, climate change, famine, tyranny, and regional conflict. Discoveries are made in the interactions of electromagnetic energies, gravity, spiritual energy (etherodynamics), and antigravity, resulting in a Nobel Prize in the physical sciences.
Most of Earth’s gravitational energies are attributed to solar radiation. Science can photograph spiritual energies , and more and more people can see the spirits moving in and out of our world by switching on their inner “etheric vision,” as psychic channels do today.
Economic systems become more humane, wise, and based on good will. People are freed from the slavery of financial survival, affording them more time for inner work and spiritual development. The monetary system goes extinct, child mortality becomes a rarity, and fossil fuels are replaced by sustainable energies.
Our carnivorous inclinations fade away as we become vegetarians.
Mars is colonized in 2204 by 20 million people, but they are all destroyed in 2265 by a massive natural disaster, and the goal of future Mars colonization is then abandoned.

A major world war erupts in 2309 with widespread destruction. Humanity survives, and a world government is established in 2396 to prevent such disasters in the future. Leaders elected through direct voting from all nations are mostly scientists, engineers, and humanitarians… no longer politicians or businessmen. A balance of power is sustained by a working alliance among the private sector (e.g. transnational corporations), national governments, and the world government.
Banks and stock exchanges are now extinct, replaced with a sort of “vote-money” (which is probably an electronic measure of real value of products, resources, and energy).
There’s still some private property, although world resources have been redistributed in such a way that everyone is afforded at least a basic, healthy standard of living.
Contact is established and relationships develop with extraterrestrial civilizations, and the public is kept apprised.
Conflicts among large groups are rare, and large-scale war is a thing of the past.

The threat of global totalitarianism begins to rise as savage groups begin to undermine the world government through cyber-piracy. By 2600, the private sector and national governments play only a minor role in world affairs as people have acquired a planetary consciousness. World government begins to work extraordinarily well as the savage groups are quelled and direct voting becomes a way of life.
World transportation is primarily through spiritual (etheric) energies and flying discs.

While equality has been achieved for basic necessities, there’s still some inequity in technological advancement from region to region.
More and more people become telepathic, and science makes tremendous strides. Much is learned about the interior of the planet, including an “internal sun and atmosphere” and its history spanning billions of years. Cities are built in the Earth’s interior. In medical science, pharmaceutical drugs play a small role, replaced by new treatments in sound, color, light, and meditation.
Despite these major advances, humans remain largely materially oriented and spiritually sluggish… measuring their personal success in terms of their possessions and technologies.

Beginning in 3382, a spiritual renaissance begins to quickly transform the world into a state of “hypervision,” in which most people achieve direct knowledge through connections with the finer spiritual light. People on Earth can now create through intention, as is done in the finer spiritual realms.
We enter a new Golden Age of World Civilization. Many of the leaders in world government are now universal creators, rather than just scientists and engineers. The new leaders combine the qualities of philosopher, scientist, artist, mystic, and more.
Planetary languages are developed based on three-dimensional, inner-vision images that are projected mentally without sound, writing or Internet.
Science has discovered and activated a dormant form of DNA that consists of more than two strands.
Everyone now has access to free clothes, food, housing, transportation, entertainment, scientific products, and creative expression. There is no private property. Everyone is vegetarian, and there are no zoos… no animal slavery or abuse of any kind.
Flying discs are obsolete, replaced by a new form of transportation involving “field gates” (which are probably portals between the physical and spiritual realms in which material vehicles and their occupants are raised to a finer, nonphysical vibration, moved instantly to another location in three-dimensional space, and rematerialized). These spiritual technologies are introduced to Earth by other galactic civilizations, now that humanity is ready (which apparently means that humans have finally transformed their noble-savage nature into a predominantly noble one).

Read more about our noble-savage nature…
By today’s standards, the future humans would seem naïve, sensitive, sincere, unpretentious, and free of cunning ulterior motives. People can sense each other’s feelings and intentions, so secrecy is no longer part of human culture.
There are no material inequalities, only inequalities of reputation, honor, and public appraisal.

People work the equivalent of two years over a lifetime, which by now is much longer than lifetimes of the 21st Century, and they don’t measure success by material possessions, but by spiritual work within and by their service to those around them.


Sounds like things finally get better for humanity and a future worth living awaits us all.  Maybe I will reconsider reincarnating at a future date after all.

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  Bee Pollen is Full of Pesticides Like Mosquito-Repellants
Posted by: senona - 06-01-2016, 04:50 AM - Forum: Fragile Earth - Replies (2)

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Pollen collected by bees next to corn fields in West Lafayette, Indiana, contained up to 32 different pesticides.

Oh no, this does not sound good at all for bees

Quote:In a study published May 30 in the journal Nature Communications, researchers Elizabeth Long and Christian Krupke show that bees next to corn fields collected pollen containing up to 32 different pesticides, most of which didn’t originate from crops or agricultural applications. Pollen samples were taken over a four-month period from three hives in West Lafayette, Indiana, where Purdue is located.

Some of these pesticides were expected. Neonicotinoids, for example, which some research has implicated in the decline of bees, are used to coat seeds are known to be found in corn and soybean pollen. But others came as quite a surprise. The pesticides found in the greatest quantities were pyrethroids, synthetic products generally used in households to repel insects, says Krupke, an entomology professor at Purdue University. Among these were phenothrin, which is used to repel ticks and fleas, and prallethrin, for killing wasps and hornets.

Pyrethroids are extremely toxic to bees. The researchers don’t think the quantities found in pollen are high enough to immediately kill the insects, Krupke says, but they nevertheless have the potential to impact their health and may be playing a role in their decline. Populations of the insects have been falling in recent years; this past winter, over one quarter of American honey bee colonies were wiped out.

The researchers also found the mosquito repellant DEET (also known as N,N-diethyl-meta-toluamide) in every single pollen sample.


I had thought DEET products were supposed to be limited, guess not.
And it was not just 2 or 3 pesticides, but many

Quote:The results probably apply to large swathes of the country—anywhere crops like corn and soybeans are grown in abundance, Krupke says. He emphasizes the sheer number of pesticides honey bees are being exposed to.

“At no time did we find only one or two or three pesticides—we found multiple pesticides co-occurring in every single sample,” he adds.

And they wonder about the declining bee population.
Well.....this ought to be an eye opener.

But nothing will come of it more than likely.
Too much money being made off of pesticides.

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