Seed Police ®
By Gayla Prewitt
“Her traders robbed the whole earth blind, and by black-magic arts deceived the nations.”
Revelation 18:23
THE MESSAGE
I dedicate this book to,
“…life, liberty, and the pursuit
of happiness,”
and to the farmers on the front line
striving to bring wholesome food to our
tables.
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Seed Police © 2010, 2014, 2019 Gayla A. Prewitt
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Based on the award-winning screenplay,
International Christian Film Festival, 2017 Winner,
Best Script, Honorable Mention.
Library of Congress Control Number:2019918144
Original cover art provided by Boster Castle Studios, Columbia, MO.
Edited by Elijah Prewitt
Some scripture quotations from, THE HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®, NIV® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
Some scripture quotations from, THE MESSAGE. Copyright © by Eugene H. Peterson 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Seed Police is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Forward
When Gayla Prewitt first sought help for her daughter's behavior problems she was astonished to learn that a group of chemicals commonly added to foods were the cause. Those bright colors in her child's cereals, drinks and vitamins came from petroleum, not from nature. The added flavors were a stew of petrochemicals that sounded like the work of a mad scientist. The many preservatives, flavor enhancers, and sweeteners that were found in tiny print on the back of food packages were also triggering her child's distressing behaviors.
She found answers from the non-profit Feingold Association, a support group of parents who showed her how to locate the foods her family enjoyed, but without the petroleum.
Later, Gayla would discover that her boys were becoming very sick as a result of their exposure to the arsenic-treated lumber used to build their porch. As she learned more about petroleum and arsenic, she saw that the government agencies created to protect consumers from dangerous chemicals were not doing this. In fact, they had gone from being watchdogs to becoming the lapdogs of wealthy companies.
Gayla knew how to find food that was free of harmful additives, but now she began to learn that the problems went much further than just the chemicals added to our food. Powerful interests had their sights set on controlling the very basis for life on the planet; the seeds that create our food would be the property of a few, not the birthright of all.
This story is fiction, based on reality. Gayla has used the talents honed in her career as a broadcast journalist to tell others what she has discovered. She is shining a light in the dark corners where the vermin hide.
Jane Hersey, national director, Feingold Association of the U.S.
Introduction
Imagine a world where the government controls the food you eat — even the seeds used to grow new food are government produced.The government food program allows only genetically engineered seeds designed to provide disease-free plants and to eliminate disease in the people who eat the food.Five years into the program traditional illnesses are disappearing; however, a new sickness has become an epidemic, with symptoms more virulent and deadly than ever seen before.
Few are sounding the alarm, citing a link between the government’s mandated food and the new pandemic.One voice comes from minister Ben Cameron who claims the government has taken science too far and is “playing God.”Congressman Jack Landon is also raising concerns about the dangers of the government food program.Meanwhile, doctor Charity Simpson is trying to track down the cause of the mysterious illness before another patient dies.The answer may lie with a rogue group of “seed savers.” This clandestine band has managed to dodge government patrols and preserve some of the last unaltered seeds left on earth.
Acknowledgments
I would like, to first of all, thank my heavenly Father, who makes all things possible. Also, I would like to thank my husband, Peter, for his patience and continued support of this project. In addition, I want to express great appreciation to my children; you are my world.
Contents
Forward
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Reviews
Chapter 1
The Apprehension
The flat land laid out for miles, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing green. Dirt devils danced their way across the soil, swirling into the air. In the distance, tractor after tractor pressed their metal discs against the ground, chewing up the earth, growing the emptiness. As the day turned to night, a farm family, the Clarksons (John, Janie, and their three children) stood near the front window of their modest home. The two smaller children, Jessie and John Jr., pushed their faces against the glass waiting in anticipation. Watching, they could see the impending danger. The lights, small at first, grew ever bigger as the caravan of cars made its way closer to the Clarkson home.
John saw the fear on Janie's face. “They’re almost here,” he said. John Clarkson knew he had been taking a risk. Now all he wanted was for his family to be safe. Looking at her, John couldn't believe it had been 18 years since he had made Janie his wife. Even more unbelievable, she could still make his heart skip a beat the minute she walked into a room. How had they gotten to this place? Poignant memories of their time together came upon him like the rush of a hot August wind. Their first night together as husband and wife, the arrival of their eldest, Emily, just two years later, followed by a long time of heartache before the news of a miracle. Janie was expecting twins, a boy, and a girl. Their birth just three years ago made their family complete. Now, all that was in jeopardy.
Janie’s first instinct was to stay. Whatever they had to face, they would face it together. However, she also knew John couldn’t bear it if his family were sacrificed. “What are we going to do?” she asked.
“I want you to take the kids and go.”
“I can't leave you!”
“Take the kids. It's our only chance. It's me they want.”
Janie paused, then nodded in agreement.
John Clarkson knew he would have to ask Emily to summon strength well beyond her 16 years. She was a beauty like her mother, but without the years of worry etched on her face. He had looked forward to those “gun cleaning” nights when a boy would bring her home from her first high school dance. He saw the way boys looked at her walking to meet her friends, just a bunch of giggly schoolgirls, the lot of them. He also knew that Emily had a way of standing out from the crowd, with that l
ong flaxen hair, eyes that sparkled, and a smile as wide as the Mississippi. She never met a stranger. Now, that innocence would be gone. “Emily, you've really got to help Mom — okay?” he said.
Consumed by unbelief, Emily heard herself reply as if she were almost in a dream, a very bad one. Oh, how she wished this was a dream. “Okay, Dad.”
Tears streamed down Janie’s face, as she reached to hug her husband; a hug she knew would likely have to last a lifetime. She held him tight, not wanting to let go. However, John could sense time was running out. He pulled back to give his wife instructions that would hopefully give her and the kids a path to safety.
“Go out the back, take the service road,” said John. “In town, take the bus to the Sanders. You'll be safe there. Now go. Hurry!”
Jessie and John Jr. ran to hug their father goodbye. “I love you, Daddy,” whispered Jessie.
“I love you too. Everything's going to be all right,” said John, holding his little girl close. “Now, listen to your mother.”
The sound of car doors slamming out front shattered the tender moment of goodbyes bringing the reality of the danger they all faced back into the room. Any sense of safety was gone. John turned to the noise and then back to his family with a look of more determination than fear.
“Go!” he said.
Janie grabbed the hands of her two small children to make their way out the back, not daring to look at her husband, afraid she wouldn’t be able to leave.
In front of the Clarkson farmhouse, numerous men in black swat-like uniforms assembled, surrounding several large SUVs. The men found cover behind the doors of the vehicles, opened to create a makeshift fort around the home. John exited the front door to face the men who had come for him. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light. His breath hung in the air.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” he asked, making his way down the steps, advancing toward the men.
“Are you John Clarkson?” asked one of the men.
“Yes.”
“You're under arrest. On the ground.” The click of several gun magazines reverberated across the farmyard. This night was unlike the typical peaceful existence of a brisk March evening in the country. Even the spring peepers ceased their incessant serenade as men in the darkness pointed their guns at the farmer and father of three.
The farmer dropped to his knees. One of the men forced him to the ground with a foot to his back, his face pushed into the dirt. Handcuffed, he was able to look to the woods. John only hoped his family had made it far enough to be safe.
The men scurried, surveying the area for more “dangerous criminals.” “Check the house,” said the man in charge.
“There’s no one else.” John hoped to discourage a search and give his family ample time to escape.
Ignoring Clarkson, the man motioned for the men to check inside. Several men with assault weapons barraged the front porch while one man kicked open the door. Once inside, the men scrambled through the house with their guns pointed around each corner. During the search, one of the men noticed the back door was open a bit. Leaving the others, he went to investigate.
Janie Clarkson, afraid of discovery on the road, hid her children in the bushes in the backyard. She watched as one of the men emerged from the back door, flashlight in hand as he searched back and forth with the ever-closer beam of light. Overtaken by fear, John Jr. whimpered. The man with the flashlight headed in their direction but was distracted by a louder sound. Turning to follow the racket, the man discovered the family cat. A voice boomed from a two-way radio strapped to the man’s pocket, interrupting the stillness.
“See anything?” asked the voice.
“No. No one here, just a cat,” said the man with the flashlight.
“Okay, then, let's go!”
Several of the men, kneeling in the Clarkson’s front yard, pointed their weapons toward the home. On command, they fired their rifles, breaking the windows as they shot incendiary devices into the house. The sound of the explosion thundered for miles as the house was now ablaze.
Janie and the children had just entered the woods when the echo of the blast stopped them in their tracks. Jessie turned to look back and could see flames shooting from the top of the roof. “Daddy!” She bolted toward home as if hoping to rescue her father.
Emily grabbed her little sister, carrying her into the woods with the rest of the family. The fire illuminated the night sky as the mother and three children slipped into the cover of the forest.
Chapter 2
We’re Alone
The next morning, at a farm miles away, it was quite a different scene. From all appearances, this was the beginning of a typical day, complete with a wake-up call from the farm’s Rhode Island Red. However, news received by the farmer living there changed everything.
Kyle Sanders stood in the kitchen as he finished a phone conversation, just in earshot of his wife, Sarah. “Thank you,” he said as he hung up the phone. “They’ve been to the Clarkson farm,” he said to Sarah. “We’re the last ones left.”
Kyle Sanders would repeat a ritual he had carried out too many times before. He walked over to a painting of the Lord’s Supper, flipped it to the side, revealing a combination lock. Kyle worked through the combination to open a small door behind, where there was a latch. He grabbed the latch to open a large door, which led to an indoor cellar. Streams of light followed Kyle as he made his way down the steps into the basement. The rays spotlighted a bulletin board covered with pictures of several families. The title, “Seed Savers,” headlined the family photos. A big red X branded all but one of the images.
Making his way to the board, Kyle grabbed a red magic marker. Reaching the last unmarked picture, he placed a red X across the portrait. It was a picture of the Clarkson family. At that moment, Kyle felt a great sense of guilt wash over him. He had been the one to start it all, encouraging this group of brave farmers and their families to take a chance. Now, he and his family were alone in the battle, and he wasn’t sure how much longer his wife could withstand the pressure.
Chapter 3
Message Hits Home
Wearing a pink tutu, five-year-old Tilley Mason twirled endlessly around the living room floor. She performed her private dance recital while waiting on her mother to prepare a snack. The two would leave soon for her favorite event of the week, ballet class. Tilley continued her performance while the television played unnoticed in the background. Her pirouettes kept perfect rhythm to the mechanical sounds of a music box whirling on the coffee table. In between spins, Tilley spotted a familiar face on the T.V. screen.
“Mommy, Mommy, Pastor Cameron’s on TV,” Tilley yelled to her mother in the kitchen. Ben Cameron was the minister at the church that Tilley and her mother, Caroline, attended.
“Oh, really?” said her mother, turning on the small television in the kitchen. Caroline began to view the talk show on which Pastor Cameron was a guest.
“With us today are food program director Ted Harris, and the controversial minister, Ben Cameron, to debate the safety of the government food program,” said the talk show host.
The host directed her first question at the minister. “Pastor Cameron, let's start with you. Why are you opposed to the government food program?”
“Well, first of all, controversial?” said the minister. “I guess if you call speaking the truth controversial, I'll accept that title. Anyway, God created all that we need. He gave us every seed- bearing plant and seed yielding fruit tree for food.”
Interrupting the minister, the Director of the National Food Security Agency, Ted Harris, rebutted. “If you listen to logic like that, we would still believe the world is flat. We can make things better; we have the knowledge and the technology.”
“Just because we can doesn't mean we should,” said the minister.
“Let him speak. Our viewers have a right to hear what the director has to say,” said the talk show host. The minister reluctantly yielded to the admonishment.
“Thank you, said Harris. “I’m talking progress, better health, a better world.”
“Look, I'm not opposed to science. God is the greatest scientist there is, but when you take his creations and try to reinvent them, that's when you have gone too far.”
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Ted Harris hoped he could dampen the pastor’s credibility with the audience, prompting them to dismiss him as a religious crackpot. “Our plants are disease-free; the food from those plants will make people disease free too,” argued Harris.
“I don't think taking genes of, fish for example, and splicing them into corn, is progress. I think it is an abomination. And I believe there will be consequences. I believe we already see that with some of the strange new epidemics that are happening.”
“What happened to, ‘I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat ?’” Harris interrupted.
“I don’t believe poisoning someone is feeding them.” replied the minister.
Harris, with a low growl in his voice, continued his attempt to chip away at the rationality of the minister’s argument. “The only danger to our food safety is people like you. People who work to damage the credibility of this innovative program. You give a voice to those who wish to destroy everything the government has worked so hard to provide for the people.”
Watching in disbelief, Caroline Mason retrieved the empty food box which earlier contained the contents of the evening meal. She furrowed her brow as her finger scanned the ingredient list. After a moment, she returned the carton to the counter. “Tilley, time to eat, she said. We've got to hurry, or you'll be late for ballet.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
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