“I will.”
“We only have an hour or so this morning,” Neff informed him. “We have to get ready for a trip.”
“That’s fine. I have some run-around stuff to do, too. Do you have another … mission? I don’t know if that’s the right word.”
“Yes,” Neff answered, “but not like the other. We’re visiting one of our stateside orphanages. We’ll only be gone a day or two, then we can spend another few days here before we head home for the holidays.”
“What about the snow?”
“That’s why we need to get moving,” Malone explained. “It’s coming down pretty steady now, and it’s supposed to get worse.”
“Will Malcolm and Dee be leaving with you?”
“Not tonight. But when it comes to the holidays or anything long term, they’ll be coming with us. Otherwise, I feel like I’d be abandoning them.”
“What do you mean?”
“I just don’t feel they’re safe yet. No specific reason, but in light of what it took to get them out … well, call it a hunch.”
“I read through your material again last night,” Malone interjected, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
“How many times does that make?” Brian asked, standing next to him, working on a cup of tea.
“I’m almost in double digits now,” he responded, smiling.
“Is there something that isn’t clear?” Brian asked, taking a seat in front of a small coffee table.
“As a matter of fact,” Neff answered, taking a seat next to Malone, “that is indeed the problem.”
Brian gave him a curious glance and waited for an explanation.
Neff took a sip. “Don’t get me wrong, you’ve been clear in one respect during our conversations over the last few days,” he began. “We know that, on the one hand, you have no trouble as a Christian and biblical scholar with the idea of intelligent extraterrestrial life. Your article lays all that out coherently.”
“But on the other hand,” Malone chimed in while Neff took another sip of coffee, “your Internet postings are very negative about anything to do with alien life—conspiratorial, even.”
“And we find those essays persuasive as well,” Neff noted. “We’d agree with your suspicions that both academic and pop-culture fodder about aliens are planting the suggestion in people all over the world that extraterrestrials—were there ever any proof of their existence, even without contact—would be deified by both the religious and the atheist. They would be transcendent in every way. Any such revelation would have believers in every tradition racing to rearticulate or accommodate their sacred books to the extraterrestrial reality. It would propel a paradigm shift.”
“I don’t see the conflict. I wouldn’t want that paradigm shift to happen, mainly because I don’t think it’s at all intellectually or theologically necessary,” Brian replied. “But it would happen.”
“Agreed—but that isn’t the tension we feel. Those ideas dovetail, as you suggest. But Malone and I both suspect there’s more to it. From breadcrumbs you’ve dropped here and there in the ways you’ve answered our questions, we get the sense that you think something related to all this is being orchestrated right now—that there’s some sort of deliberate, intelligent plot being hatched to quicken the pace of this shift. Do you?”
Brian shifted in his seat and played with his tea bag for a moment. “Well, as long as we’re being open about gaps in the discussion, I should say that it isn’t really clear to me why you guys are interested in all this. It seems absolutely unrelated to what you do.”
“It’s true we haven’t said much on that,” Malone answered, “but we did say we’d get to it.”
He glanced over at Neff, who tilted his head in a nonchalant gesture. “Fire away.”
“I’ll tell you what we see,” Malone said, leaning forward in Brian’s direction. “And mind you, this isn’t what we think. We’re not guessing. Everything I’ll mention has a clear paper trail that we’ve studied, and a reality that we’ve experienced all over the world—including here in the United States. We don’t care for speculative conspiracy stuff. We’re about hard data and real people. It’s one of the reasons we appreciated your work. You grounded it in things we could check—at least what you were willing to say.”
Brian said nothing, eyeing Malone. He was staring at Brian with just a hint of mischief, but not enough to diminish the seriousness of what he’d said. “Go on.”
“The free world is changing,” Malone began, his voice clear and assured. “Western democracy is lurching toward fascism—from both political directions. The political categories of left and right in this country are window dressing. People in both parties have been more than willing to advance an agenda that grows the state and curtails freedom. The West seems bent on diminishing the liberty of its citizens—and a lot of the citizenry wants it.”
He went on, “Everywhere we look, people seem willing to trade freedom for the comfort of what’s being marketed to them as a fair and good life bestowed by an all-benevolent state. They’re willing to accept the promise that they’ll have everything they need if they just comply. And big media—especially in the US—keeps everyone entertained instead of thinking. It’s like the population is in a cognitive stupor, numbed by some sort of collective historical amnesia while they amuse themselves into submission.”
“People have been seduced by the myth of utopianism before,” Brian offered.
“But it’s much worse than that,” Malone continued in earnest. “I’d admit that political leaders have cloaked themselves in democracy before to gain power, but the extent is new. Leaders of free nations around the world have calculated strategies in place that can only result in the surrender of their own sovereignty to global interests—a global power structure over which they have no final say.”
“Malone’s right,” Neff agreed, “What’s happening now really is different. It’s not the blindness, but the scale of it all. We’re not seeing ruling elites striving to solidify their power to settle old historic nationalistic scores or expand their borders. We’re seeing people in various positions intelligently steering the masses to embrace the erosion of the very institutions that have given them freedom—and not so they can be regional kings. They want global power and influence.”
Malone broke in again. “We have contacts all over the world who are highly placed in governments, scientific organizations, and the military and intelligence communities. We couldn’t do what we do and have access to the equipment we have without them. We have plenty of cash, but it isn’t just a matter of money. We have to operate under the radar—operate like a terrorist cell, in some respects, using the techniques the bad guys use to avoid detection. And sometimes we need help, like in the case of getting your two friends out of wherever they were.”
Brian stopped him for a moment. “I’d still love to know how you did that, especially since your gut tells you they’re not in the clear.”
“We’ll give you—and them—all the details when we get back. I promise. We know we can trust you.”
“Fair enough.”
“Anyway, since there are lines we won’t or can’t cross, we need insiders, people who are like-minded—who not only believe in what we do, but share our concerns. We hear and see things that lend weight to what we’re saying. And we protect and help these insiders in return when it’s in our power to do that.”
“Assuming you’re correct, what makes you think,” asked Brian, “that this is even workable? The impulse for freedom is basic to humanity. It’s part of our nature as imagers of God.”
“True,” Neff replied, “but to answer your question in one word: technology. Technology makes it workable. The global overlords have technology at their disposal that is unlike that of any other time in world history. The populations of the world can be effectively controlled—even downsized. And I’m not speaking only about bloodshed and war. The people who want this to happen have the technology to reduce populations, create shifts in dem
ographics, manipulate national economies, dictate a country’s international financial standing, control the food supply, and spy on their citizens—even within their own homes. More importantly, leaders within democracies have shown the will to use all of those technologies.”
“Do you remember Ward, one of the chopper pilots?” Malone asked.
Brian nodded.
“Before he joined our cause, he was what people in global finance call an economic hit man. His job was manipulating undeveloped countries into what they thought were deals to develop their countries. The end result was debt-slavery to US companies, who then turned around and forced their compliance via US military interests in the region, whether it was about tactical advantage or access to resources, like oil. The military and corporate worlds have been married since World War II.”
He continued, “In your online stuff you mentioned your belief that a lot of UFOs were really man-made craft being used to reinforce the myth of alien visitation. That’s dead on. I’ve actually spent some time researching that. I ended up looking for information on something called Operation Paperclip. Ever heard of it?”
“Yeah, I know a little about it—what it was,” Brian answered, taking a sip of tea. He’d been careful to avoid including anything in his posts that might make people presume the anonymous author had experience inside the black-op world. He’d deliberately stayed clear of Paperclip, focusing instead on popular media and religious themes.
“It’s amazing stuff,” Malone continued. “But it wasn’t about wingless craft and nuts and bolts. There’s a whole side of it that deals with psychological warfare, even brainwashing. Back in the seventies, when my wife was getting her credentials to be a psychologist, she worked under someone who’d been part of all that.
“What I’ve read about Paperclip scares me. The program produced a military industrial complex that had access to exotic technology that was easily weaponized, along with world-class expertise in propaganda and psychological warfare. And when I know what Ward used to do for a living, how easy it is for a small group of insiders in that military industrial complex to assert their will on countries—controlling things like the food supply, water, wages, you name it—it just scares me. In theory, the only thing standing in the way of that happening to our own population is to create an alert population. But the population is being distracted and numbed every day.”
“You mention food supply. How could anyone control the global food supply?” Brian asked skeptically.
“It’s easy,” Malone answered. “It requires only that you take away the right or ability to produce your own food. And that’s already being done in Western countries through legislation and, when they can’t get laws passed, through regulation—writing rules that relate to enforcement of existing laws. Once that’s done, the population becomes dependent on what the state can or will supply. Other nations dependent on trade will have to give what’s required or do without.”
“I’d say we’re a long way from that.”
“You’d think so, but it’s closer than people realize. Transference of the food supply to the state is already happening through things like zoning and safety laws, under the label of ‘sustainability.’ Few people really pay attention to what their city, county, and township governments do. They’re silently enacting globalist agenda items as we speak, whether the people passing the laws realize it or not.”
“Can you give me some real examples?” Brian asked skeptically.
“Sure. In the United States, the process involves putting all food production—even down to small plots in your own yard—under the regulations of the FDA. Over the past couple of years, the number of instances where family farms have been driven out of business through regulation has increased dramatically. The FDA can claim jurisdiction on any number of things a family farm needs to stay in business and then fine violators exorbitant amounts.
“Think of it like the IRS. No one—not even professional CPAs or IRS agents themselves—really have exhaustive command of all the tax laws. It’s millions of words, and the laws grow and change all the time. The only reason every individual and business isn’t audited every year is logistics. The IRS goes after who they want to, or whoever provokes them. But they could actually nail everyone. The amount of regulation is just overwhelming.”
“My personal favorite,” Neff interrupted with a smirk, “is noncompliance to federal rules for manure management.”
“Talk about a back-door approach,” Malone chuckled. “But the idea of crippling family farms by putting kids who work on the farms under child-labor laws is more recent.”
“Child labor?”
“Lots of small family farms—and other family businesses—have their kids contribute by doing chores and such. The federal government wanted to undermine that. Family farms would have had to hire replacement labor, which would create more expense. And that doesn’t count potential fines.
“Now, neither of those examples would wipe out a farm,” he explained. “It’s a strategy of attrition. They just chip away from dozens of angles to undermine a business’ ability to function. There are the tens of thousands of pages of regulation covering production, processing, packaging, and moving food. It would be very easy for the federal government to run individual companies out of business or take control over industries—to pick the winners and losers. They’d only have to keep bringing federal lawsuits to bear whenever and wherever something was amiss.”
“It’s important to catch what Malone is saying,” Neff interrupted. “We’re not saying this is all currently happening or will go into effect tomorrow. The point is that a lot of it is in place, just waiting for the switch to be flipped. And this is just regulatory control within the country. The next level is to hand over national authority to global power-holders. Have you ever heard of Codex Alimentarius?”
“No. What’s that?”
“The phrase is Latin for ‘Book of Food.’ The term refers to an internationally recognized set of guidelines relating to food production and food safety.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Brian asked.
“Do you want the United Nations determining how many calories you can eat per day, or what percent of a particular vitamin you can or must have in your diet?”
“Of course not—that’s absurd.”
“That’s Codex Alimentarius,” Malone countered. “A commission of the same name established the guidelines in 1961. That commission was created by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations. The World Health Organization has partnered with the commission since 1962. In fact, the World Trade Organization already recognizes the Codex Alimentarius Commission as having international oversight for resolving disputes lodged by countries who sign on to their standards.”
“How about Agenda 21? Ever heard of that?” Neff fired another question at Brian.
“A little. I don’t spend my time researching this kind of thing,” he said apologetically, feeling a bit defensive.
“Most people don’t. They’re naturally absorbed with the day-to-day concerns of their lives,” Malone offered, sensing Brian’s discomfort.
“Agenda 21 is the global environmentalist equivalent of the Patriot Act,” Neff clarified. “The United Nations created it in 1992. It’s the UN action plan for the nations of the world when it comes to sustainable development. In so many words, it seeks to co-opt privately held land under the guise of ensuring its sustainability—with the approval of the governments of member nations, of course.”
“What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means that the UN has come up with a way to market the man-made global warming myth to strong-arm nations all over the world into giving them control over land in the name of sustainability. I presume you’ve at least followed the global warming scam?”
“Actually, that one I’m familiar with,” Brian replied. “The media called it Climategate, right? It was the release of all those hacked emails from … where was it?”
/> “The Climate Research Unit of East Anglia University,” Malone answered.
“Right. They showed that the science was completely politicized. That was enough for me. But isn’t Agenda 21 dependent on government approval? I don’t recall hearing that the US has bought into it yet.”
“That’s correct. The US hasn’t surrendered its sovereignty to it yet,” Neff replied. “But that isn’t a rebuttal of the threat. It’s true that governments have to approve it. What’s happening is that local city and county laws and regulations are implementing the goals and policies of Agenda 21. Basically, there isn’t a local governing body in the United States that hasn’t passed some part of Agenda 21’s sustainability program. But you’re right, it’s not federal law—yet.”
“Agenda 21 also claims all the oceans under its sustainability program,” Malone added. “It even lays out plans for what it calls ‘population control’ in the name of saving the environment. The language is too Orwellian for my taste.”
“The eugenics angle is real, too,” Neff explained. “Overt eugenics is too offensive, though many in the globalist community love the idea. Anyone who has studied the Nazis knows they were deeply influenced by eugenics thinkers and writers in Europe and the United States well before taking power in Germany. Clarise has a very detailed knowledge of the history of eugenic thought. But what we really need is to find an expert on the Aryan mythology—the occult or quasi-religious beliefs that fueled it.” Neff looked up at Brian. “You don’t seem surprised or alarmed.”
“Eugenics is actually something I’m interested in,” he replied. Brian didn’t want to add anything. He knew Neff was on target since everything he’d mentioned was part of Melissa’s scholarly expertise. “I even know that one of the World Bank’s leading demographers—now retired—has admitted that some of today’s vaccination campaigns are part of global population reduction goals.”
“That’s right,” Malone confirmed. “That was John May. I’m impressed.”
“But do all these goals and ideas converge the way you suspect they do?” Brian asked. “Maybe you’re misreading connections.”
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