Interactive novel, forever a work in progress, Contributions welcome

To My Daughter

I have learned after 50 years of bumping into various objects, Some of them painfully sharp, That in this huge dark dark room, there is a light switch.

Our often humbling efforts to search for it Will encourage others to do the same And we will find it.

Love Dad

Election Platform Ontario

Good News: Scientists at Harvard Medical School have discovered a molecule NAD+ that repairs damaged DNA and reverses a substantial factor in the aging process. Mice with Alzheimer's had their brains grow back; gray hairs turned black; their cells looked young again. Other universities have developed a similar but different methods to reverse aging. Like the development of computer science from 1885 to date, the knowledge about how cells grow old, and about repairing damage in the cells is growing exponentially. Soon to flower. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O6bh8OpL70 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e83pGX7BVBk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ14Lb4MfJY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvIaR5WBKrQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32vfZ-6jmQg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT3arHEflsY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcIDKUiUsPk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YBbx6Lzzg8

Proposal: The Ontario government hires IBM’s Watson or a similar size computer with similar software. Presently this computer is being used for medical diagnosis. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkEOJnn_zlg Computer programmers, biochemists and experts in cell functions will assist Watson in assimilating all the best ideas from around the world on the issue of aging reversal. Ontario, and its universities should make arrangements with Harvard and other leaders in this field so that a plant to produce this medicine is built here. Everyone living in Ontario and anyone visiting Ontario will get the medicine at cost.

Age reversal will mean the average person would be able to out perform present day Olympic champions with three months training; their immune system and cellular communication would be at a level that would virtually eliminate disease. Our brains would function many times faster with superior memory functions. We would have a population filled with Teslas, Einsteins and Da Vincis.

Some may say before we unleash this colossal head spin/population explosion on our mentally and physically unprepared populace we had better do some serious preparation. May be so. But there will be many countries and huge corporations who will see there is money to be made, political influence to wean, and will invest billions secretly so that when this research has flowered to the point where people will want this medicine, they will have control of this market for maximum financial profit.

In a few years, if we are successful in the suggested arrangements with leading universities, corporations and individuals in this field, we would could administer this medicine in a way that would best benefit Canada and the world. Soon we could have access to the best brains and the best workforce in the world. China, Japan or the US could not out-perform us in manufacturing or scientific discovery. They might even see the benefits of cooperation.

Administering the age reversal medicine could be experimented with in many ways. A committee, linked to Watson, should be put together to study this phenomenon. One suggested method is to have this medicine administered in communities where people are monitored for they violent tendencies, criminal activity, lack of sexual control, substance abuse... Since a black market will inevitably explode around this new medicine, best we assist people to overcome their difficulties to having access to this drug.

In all the problems associated with this new medicine, the new technical developments in mind reading and lie detecting should be integrated into every aspect: research, social, psychological and political. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FvYNgzmz5c Watson will be hired to expand this concept in this link to include images in the brain.

Until we get all this together, people can study this link and follow its dietary instructions. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkBjB_k_GNg

A population with superior brainpower and body functionality is absolutely essential because the problems ahead of us are daunting.

Bad News: Scientific research in many other fields is growing exponentially, it is uncovering a more and more dire situation. From the Global warming camp predictions: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvKWwer9_rg

The tundra, packed with methane gas, is thawing. Even at this early stage, the methane gas is building up in sufficient quantity to blow out hundreds of holes 200 feet in diameter and 100 feet deep. It will be catastrophic when all the tundra in Canada and Russia melts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BJq184bFDg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQiYThHOgtk

The release of this methane, which creates 80 times more warming than CO2, would exacerbate many other climate changing scenarios. Like the vast majority of the world’s natural ice disappearing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzC2_ShPsV8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5CrUgBn3uM&t=328s https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzqaL0wPgfY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPdc75epOEw https://www.globalweathercycles.com/

According to other experts the Sun has finished its warmiung cycle and is now cooling. These cycles of warming and cooling last approximately 200-300 years. The Sun's flucuatiuons over-ride man-made heating effects. A mini Ice age us upon us.

The cooling causes stress on the Earth’s crust, causing it to shrink in places. Three super volcanoes, which are all overdue for an eruption, will probably be triggered, one being Yellowstone. These volcanoes, if even one of them goes off it will be devastating to humanity. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6v66SPTYqF0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZ0nQR9m3OI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4hbKF5-qUE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zn1S-hdX0j0

I doubt the two phenomena will cansel each other out without intervention. Watson will be hired to amalgamate all the data and provide a direction for our actions.

The government should assist every home to accumulate a 2-year food supply. Hydro should research into and manufacture small fusion reactors, the technology is out there.

To transform expenses into revenue so as to pay for these endeavors: police, the homeless and criminals will work together: first on the production of artistic bike stands so as to develop their skill sets, both social and technical. Then they will be employed to build a window system that will enclose the millions of apartment balconies that are very unused. Thus tuning this unused, very expensive real-estate into a closed balcony when there is inclement weather and an open- able balcony when you choose. In addition food growing systems will be built.

Start experimental growing labs, as if there was a crisis and people are starving. Work out the best policies in these conditions.

The UN should be encouraged to use Watson to assimilate all the best peace proposal for any conflict; particularly those that could lead to war. Valuable human resources untapped: In 1988, we started the City’s first ongoing arts program for street populations at the All Saints Church, Dundas and Sherbourne. For the next 14 years we searched for an art form that street populations could do, make money at, learn some productive skills and feel good about what they produced.

In 2003 we developed artistic bike racks. The City put the first sculptures on its website and the concept spread to cities throughout North America like N.Y., L.A. and Ottawa…. You can see them outside the ROM, in Parkdale, Yonge St. north of Lawrence, Augusta St. near College; and a tree-guard bike stand outside Dragon City in Chinatown.

The majority of the labour time, on these 60 pieces of artwork, was contributed by crack addicts, alcoholics and crack dealers who were part of a skills training program. For a cost of $20/ per hour plus food, the province has saved many times that in hospital bills, lawyers, courts, jails, police and social worker costs. It is a substantial saving for the province and it is putting people on the road to economic self-sufficiency.

The artwork was largely the creation of psychiatric survivors, grade 5 students and regulars at the drop-in centers and shelters. The sculptures embodied the search for beauty of its creators, and with this spirit there was a subliminal therapeutic effect on the men and women that work on and struggle with the 200 pound steel sculptures.

The first sculpture, left, by a Regent Park artist, three sculptures to the right, by grade 5 students.

Universally the good spirit from the designs permeated the artisans who carved the steel; - they started to call themselves artists and envisioned a different future. Continually I get calls from addicts, crack dealers of all ages and others in the underworld wanting to work on these sculptures.

Throughout the pages of the book, there are links to YouTube videos and Google. We welcome debate on all the issues raised in the book and will add links suggested by our readers. Any suggestions as to how to make the journey through the pages of this book more enriching and exciting will be integrated as best we can. ------For several decades the US military has had a technology that would beneft the planet enormously: virtually free clean energy and transportation at the speed of light. Technology that will save lives in many potential disaster scenarios. Spacecraft that can explore the Galaxy. Technological advances that would make life phenomenally more interesting, spectacular and safe. (UFO-CMS) But all this amazing potential is but a mirage for most of us until we can direct our energy and resources to some critical issues, and resolve some social-psychological-political issues. There is every reason to believe that safe public access to this technology is urgent: Over the last 10,000 years, the Northwest Coast of the US. and Canada has had a catastrophic earthquake and tidal wave, on average, every 243 years. It’s now 318+ years from the last one, we are 75+ years overdue, the longer we are overdue the bigger the quake. The one impending could turn Vancouver, Seatle and Portland into a wasteland (1a) (1b) (1c) (1d). And then there is the Yellowstone super-volcano which, at some point, will devastate the entire midwest with several meters of ash; causing a new ice-age. (1y). No one needs to die, in these or any other natural catastrophes, if we can use the classifed military technology that has been sequestered by the US. Military for over 00 years. The problem is, that with this classifed technology, extremely nasty weapons can be developed; weapons that no one can defend against. As such, the US. Military does everything it can do to hide this planet transforming technology: ( JV ) It creates in the mind of the public and in academic circles a confusion of thought (2) (2a). The Einsteinian - Quantum Mechanical perspective (Alice in Wonderland physics) is part of the misinformation campaign promulgated by the US. Military for the purpose of hiding their classifed technology. A technology they believe humanity will tragically misuse without the appropriate safeguards. Unfortunately, this culture of secrecy and confusion breeds lies, corruption, murder and war (3) (3a) (3b). This book provides a way out of this dilemma for the military. The frst step is for everyone, especially the military, to start talking openly about the opportunities and dilemmas related to the release of this technology. With this understanding, the thousands of technical geniuses around the world who are working to open the black box of free energy will focus on the safety mechanisms for the public use of this technology before they re-invent technology already being used by the US. military.

Supported by a huge surge in computer technology, and the philosophy of using it to its maximum potential for human advancement, this book envisions new social and technical innovations that could be developed within a decades or two. The recent quantum leap in computer processing comes at a time when innovation is of critical importance in a world flled with social and political conlicts. IBM's Watson is this new generation of computers: htps://www.youtube.com/watcho v=AtdJ1DGJjXA It has been put through signifcant testing, from trivia to life and death issues concerning people's health. Watson's rationale could play an important role in conlict resolution both locally and internationally. A computer, Watson Union, designated for this purpose, would be programmed with the world's political and military history, and with every peace proposal ever publicized. When a conlict arises eg. between the US and Iran, suggestions from around the world on a conlict could be submited by anyone with an Internet connection. Watson Union would amalgamate these suggestions and provide its conclusions and rationale regarding all submissions. It would provide a security strategy for all those who need it before going public with its conclusions. If no security was available to informants then Watson would declare its decision compromised by hostile forces. If Watson Union detected an intransigence on the part of one or more of the parties, it would provide ways of minimizing the conlict and reversing the intransigence. Everything would be laid out clearly and quickly for anyone to argue the computer's logic and conclusions. A variety of computer programs would be created to assist people in the study of the many suggestions that will stream in regarding conlicts that could lead to a world war. Governments may not agree with the computer, but Watson Union would provide a compelling alternative to those who would do nothing in situations of peril or use military force when other peaceful options are clearly available and logically founded. Watson Union will have the combined rationale of the entire human race. Like a new born child, the computer’s rationale will evolve systematically with each challenge and with each original, experienced based suggestion. It would be a public opinion tool like no other. Every participant would see the progression of their vision for peace, how their vision fared with others, what aspect of their vision was integrated into the fnal conclusion, what aspects were outdated or could not provide any opposition to the negative forces involved. It would link participants together who wished to form discussion groups. It would be integrated into the educational system. The youth would be integrated into the political process. In response to a person's proposal, Watson could give a 2 sentence reply or a 30,000- page documentation on how your idea relates to world history and to all the proposals that are submited. Watson Union will be programmed by the best educators all over the world. It will be able to tailor its response to your proposal by frst asking questions about your proposal and what life experience you had that lead to your proposal. At every level could people would see the whole process evolving and their part in it. The democratic process would be expanded.

The series of UFO incidents, on which this book is founded, took place in Brazil in 1977. These vicious atacks on the local populace is a gigantic departure from the UFO mythology and led me to a whole new perspective on UFOs and the evolution of intelligent life in the universe. The documentary video: htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=Eh3nsmg5iWk hyperlink-(Colares) is a must watch if you still can’t believe that the US Military is behind the 'Alien’ scam. The producers of this video were under the inluence of a brutal military dictatorship actively supported by the US military, and as such, avoided making the conclusions put forth by this exposé. Still, it is very informative.

The chapters in this story are writen either from the point of view of John, a young man who rose to lead the US. military, or from Maria, a woman in Brazil, whose father Manuel [true story] was savagely lasered by Classifed Military Spacecraft [CMS].

Table of Contents CHAPTER 1, Maria, 1976 in a bubble ...... 3 CHAPTER 2 John, spoils of war ...... 4 CHAPTER 3 Maria, the alien bubble pops ...... 1 0 CHAPTER 4 Maria, UFO – CMS debate ...... 1 5 CHAPTER 5 John, peace initiative by the military ...... 21 CHAPTER 6 Maria, behind the scenes politics? ...... 2 5 CHAPTER 7 Maria, peace & innovation ...... 27 CHAPTER 8 John, out of the blue…………………………………………………………...29 CHAPTER 9 Maria, tragedy…………………………………………………………………30 CHAPTER 10 Maria, a 25-year campaign bears fruit...... 32 CHAPTER 11 Maria, weaving the safety net...... 35 CHAPTER 12, 2021, Maria, the birth of Watson Union 38 CHAPTER 13 John, weapons, technology control, ...... security systems for environmental disasters...... 39 CHAPTER 14 Maria, muscle movement and thought process ...... 43 CHAPTER 15 Maria Rhino games, Interfaith Monorail ...... 45 CHAPTER 16 John house raft……………………………………………………………….48 CHAPTER 17 John, thought transfer technology ...... 50 CHAPTER 18 Maria, managing a loose cannon ...... 52 CHAPTER 19 John, the lady has to be reigned in ...... 53 CHAPTER 20 Maria, entertainment technologies ...... 55 CHAPTER 21 Maria, Oh Hell……………………………………………… …………….59 CHAPTER 22 Maria, high-tech terrorism ...... 60 CHAPTER 23 John, industrial military complex ...... 65 CHAPTER 24 Maria, Iranian response ...... 67 CHAPTER 25 John, war as diversion political analysis with computer technology ...... 68 CHAPTER 26 Maria, It's what you make it………………..……………………………….70 CHAPTER 27 John, muscle movement identification ...... 71 CHAPTER 28 Maria, reversing cellular aging ...... 75 CHAPTER 29 John, war and gaming software…….……….……………………………….77 CHAPTER 30 John, smart war robots ...... 78 CHAPTER 31 Maria, war without death ...... 79 CHAPTER 32 Maria, Iranian research speeds ahead…………………………...………80 CHAPTER 33 Maria, technology misuse ...... 82 CHAPTER 34 Maria, a witch's journey in the art of war ...... 84 CHAPTER 35 John, too late……………………………………………...………………….88 CHAPTER 36 Maria, Russia turns the tide ...... 90 CHAPTER 37 John, the war is over ...... 92 CHAPTER 38 John, watch me……………………………………………………………....94 CHAPTER 39 John, the best counter-insurgency device ...... 98 CHAPTER 40 Maria, rescuing the boyfriend ...... 100 CHAPTER 41John, minds as one 101 CHAPTER 42 Maria, future………………………………………………….……...…..…102 HYPERLINKS………………………..…………………………………………………....100 Author's Background…………..…………………………………………………………107 Public use of classifed military spacecraft technology…………………………….....119 The safety-net for the use of Classifed Military technology...... 120 Computer Savvy– Health– Population-Control……………………………………….121 Watson Union ……………………………………..……………………………………..122 Preparations for West Coast Earth Quake – Tidal wave…………………………..….123 Taxation……………………………………………………………………….…………...125 Policing...... ………...... 120 Peace Initiative by the Military………………………………………………………….128 International policy...... 130 The Trump Wall, a wall to trump all walls...... 131 Waco Texas...... 133 Fukushima...... 134 Only gods go faster than the speed of light...... 135 Being a Muslim...... 138 Aqua-life-showers...... 138 An Opportunity...... 141 Nibiru...... 142 Poetry...... 143

CHAPTER 1, Maria 1976, in a bubble

My father, Manuel Gonzales, is a craftsman who searches the jungle for rare woods and natures abnormalities. A favorite area of discovery was a dense tract of jungle behind our house. The finds from his discoveries are woven into furniture designed by our family. The furniture is sold at the art galleries throughout our area. The last several years there has been a rampage of deforestation in our area. Roads and clear-cut for cattle have become a government priority. The treasure laden area behind our house has been turned into miles of stubble. The environmental movement in Brazil is slow to take off, nature is so abundant that the Brazilian with colonial roots take this amazing heritage for granted. We sell the art- furniture galleries with an environmental message. The arts community and the indigenous people are receptive to our message, the clientele not so much. Mom, my younger brother Micael and I create clandestine works of art, recently on box-cars. These murals travel through the countryside raising awareness and a fever for rebellion. My father became the leader of a local indigenous-environmental group that lobbies businesses and politicians. The officials, after the military coup turned a deaf ear to him; so he traveled to Brasilia to protest along with many other groups demanding a political system that addressed their concerns. Everything was proceeding without incident, but the government employed provocateurs and things heated up. The police opened fire; three protesters were killed; and papa, along with many others, was wounded. A two-way discussion with political, mainstream media and business leaders seems non-existent. My father has joined the insurgents who are communists (8). While other dictatorships (5) killed more people, Brazil's specialty was torture, which included castration and rape (6). Paul Aussaresses, a French general who administered a demonic program of torture in Algiers, was brought to Brazil to 'train' interrogators (7) (7a) (7b). This was the 'Wild West', and opposition at the grassroots against the murderous military came in the form of armed guerrillas in the countryside. Unfortunately, with the help of sophisticated classified US military technology, by 1977, the Brazilian military, had pretty much routed the guerrillas and were mopping up. The US couldn’t use this technology in their Indochina fiasco, because if it was ever shot down and captured by the Communists they would have a threat to their homeland they couldn’t defend against. Brazil was like their back yard. There was only the Cubans they had to worry about and the threat of them capturing a classified military spacecraft was minimal. My father is over his head. My parents keep me in the dark. CHAPTER 2, John 1977, spoils of war

We have been tracking Maria's family for some time. Her father, Manuel is on a mission to bring guns and propaganda to local villagers who are not pleased with the fact that their mayor has been replaced by someone more friendly to the junta. There is rebellion all over Brazil against the excesses and abuses of the military junta and their 'enterprising' criminal partners. (The woes of managing an empire.) Manuel sits high in a tree, guarding several men who are carrying backpacks. The faint sound of rail cars penetrates the jungle. The sound momentarily distracts Manuel. His family has painted a mural on the side of one of the box-cars. It shows scores of villagers with ropes over the branch of a very large tree hauling a tank up by its gun. Needless to say it is not the kind of propaganda we need to settle the resistance. While he is distracted we appear suddenly behind his 'comrades in arms' in two Classified Military Spacecraft and turn night into day. In a flash, we hit half of them with lasers; the others are on the run. What they feared most is now upon them; the locals in this area call our Classified Military Spacecraft, Chupas (10) 10a). The guerrillas frantically try to escape; most discarding their equipment. We effectively corral them, carbonizing their backpacks into soot, and giving them tattoos they will remember. I and two of my two fellow trainees have spent many years in POW camps in Vietnam and Laos (12), Alex has his own cross to bear. Our compensation is being given the privilege to fly these wondrous vehicles. The military had to do something, as too many of their best recruits were leaving the service. Others, after hearing about Nam, did not want to join (9a) (9b). This was an 'incentive program' for the specially skilled personnel they didn't want to lose; a gift from the ‘Gods.’ It was the perfect training mission, a slam-dunk but essential assignment. Unlike Vietnam, even if one of the novices made a colossal error and crashed the Classified Military Spacecraft [CMS], the Brazilian army would be able to cordon off the area and we could send in a team to get it. The Russians and Chinese, hungry for every scrap of our technology, would learn nothing (9cc). Manuel doesn't know any better: he fires three shots at us. The bullets are ineffective. He might as well have thrown a mango from one of the local trees. I return fire with a laser just as he makes an evasive move. He's not quite quick enough, and I cut his knapsack open with the laser. Manuel looks bewildered as books and guns fly. Within a split-second, I've chopped off enough branches underneath him that he is in free-fall. A tough cookie, he bounces off the ground and is up and running to his comrades yelling: “Scatter.” Defiantly, Manuel takes a few direct hits, endures the pain, and crashes into the undergrowth. I lose him for half a minute, then see him in an open forested area, moving quickly through the forest, like a young hummingbird escaping from a dominant male. The Communists take his lead and begin to disperse, taking some savage hits from the laser as they do. My partner CMS focuses on the communist leader: Carlos, a student at the local college, a schooled agitator. He's in mediocre physical condition and doesn't know the forest well enough to use it to his advantage. He makes for an easy prey and collapses after 2 minutes. Enabling our partner CMS to go after the other eight communists who are still running or have found shelter {they think}. I focus on the practical leader in the field, Manuel. He has a knack for finding hiding spots in the forest. A tough dog and an experienced woodsman which makes this a good training exercise for a novice pilot like myself. It takes me two hours of intense pursuit until the thought comes to him that there may be no way out. Once the though of death flashes in a person’s mind, one’s will to live and their intuitive faculties kick-in, sometimes in extraordinary ways: Manuel runs a diverse pattern, then cuts into a dense brush which leads to a rocky outgrowth with dozens of caves. He crawls into his cave-refuge as quick as a groundhog escaping from a fox. I radio for assistance. The other CMS arrives with some razzle dazzle. Together we clear the bush around the rocky outgrowth. After 30 seconds of the most efficient and spectacular deforestation ever, our companion CMS spirals outward, checking all the possible escape routes. I move my CMS back and forth over the rocky outgrowth, monitoring all of cave entrances and angles so quickly that, from a distance, one would see a pattern of flashing lights in front of 15 cave openings. Torrential rain begins. Blasts of thunder and lightning add to the surreal. Inside the CMS, we party, time is on our side. In the distance, the other CMS is taking care of the remaining communists. Its lasers and the lightning make a spectacular show. The local revolutionaries will have to be nursed by the local community for several months, some for years. They will be daily reminders, to all, of the penalty to be paid for joining the revolutionary ranks. Brazil is too valuable an asset to lose to anyone, especially the communists (11). Fortune does not find Manuel this day as a Brazilian Wandering Spider enters his cave. Manuel is curled up in a corner which blocks our view of him. But the spider is now a little too close for comfort. He quickly kicks the spider away with his boot and curls up in his corner again. A regrettable reaction, for now I know where he is. With precision I laser-cut the stone away, exposing him. Ramping-up the glow around the CMS, I blind him with an intense light that blasts into the cave. He lifts his boots in front of him as a shield. Quick on the draw: I set them ablaze with two quick shots. In terror and pain, he frantically tears his boots off. I afford him the time to do so, but then encourage him to get out of his hiding spot by turning the rocks under his butt aglow. After another hour he is limping, one foot bare, one with a burnt sock fused to his flesh; his entire body covered in open wounds. With little to no energy left, he is not much of a moving target anymore. A group of small monkeys caught by the light stare at Manuel, as if thinking “Better him than me.” Breathing like a racehorse, in utter exhaustion, Manuel hides behind a tree and drops to his knees to gather the little bit of life that he still has left. “Oh Foda.” he says quietly to himself as he trembles in expectation. While he is resting I practice maneuvering the craft around him in a war dance. Lifting it up and down, rolling it and spinning it in multiple angles. Inside our CMS, the three young, thin officers, stand around me taking notes. Everyone here comes from a well established military family, it is part of the military family tradition to guard military secrets like this craft with our lives. We survived the POW camps without being broken, we are the trusted and rightful heirs to this amazing technology. In military college, my choice was the Air-Force. A break from my family's naval tradition, but one supported by my dad who saw the importance of controlling the air. I had heard rumors about these amazing craft, now I'm piloting one and want to stretch my turn at the controls for as long as I can. Colonel Frank North, a solidly built, hard ass in his early 40s, is helping us to become enthused about military life again: “The commie's on his knees.” he exhorts. “Let God's wrath shine upon him.” I increase the complexity of the craft's movements so quickly it becomes invisible to Manuel. “Don't want to ‘waste’ him Sir, that would end everyone's turn, Sir.” Frank concedes the point. His mandate is to placate us when necessary and bring us back into the fold. If war makes you aware of the heaven or hell that is waiting for you, I wonder what thoughts are running through the mind of buddy down there: 'Manuel's belief system can not fathom that this is American technology. He believes it is not possible for a regime that is so brutal, and he thinks, so socially inept, to have such a sophisticated technology. He agonizes in his thoughts: ‘What are these alien creatures doing?' Why are they picking on us? After several minutes his energy starts to trickle back, and he looks around. Has the menace gone he hopes? In bewilderment, he pulls himself up on the tree and carefully and quietly takes a step towards the path. I decelerate my dance around him until he becomes aware that we have not vanished. Not knowing where to turn he stands motionless as I light up the forest and scorch the ground with a laser, zigzagging it towards him. Quickly he is circled three times; the laser burning a trench in the shape of a pentagon. Manuel stands stiff, frozen in fear for a moment then leaps into the forest. I take off in pursuit. Franks gives me shit for leaving suggestive evidence. I go back and fill in the pentagon-shaped trench. For the next hour, I maneuver the craft in ways that encourage my quarry to be a more challenging target. Manuel does his best. What an amazing toy this is. Frank and others, watching the show, stand leisurely during the sharp zigzag movements. Finally daring to say the obvious, one of my Ivy league compatriots remarks: “The movements of this craft don't obey the laws of physics?” Frank stretches out his arms, like a dance pro, a wave travels from his left hand to his right hand. The Alex roars with laughter. The writings of Tesla, regarding matter traveling as a wave, appear in my mind. Feet bleeding, beaten, moaning, clothes torn, covered in burn marks, Manuel staggers on the path murmuring the names of his loved ones as if to propel him on. I dig a hole in front of him with the laser, he trips on it and falls to the ground. Unable to get the words out of his mouth he sends a message to the heavens: “Enough.” In his present state of mind, he is far more functional to our aims than a dead man. An insurgent who is utterly beaten creates passivity among the locals. Manuel is a new recruit. It is better he lives and tells the tale rather than become a martyr and inspires others. Our experience in Vietnam wrote the book on how we deal with communist insurgents here in Brazil (13). A panther draws near for the kill. I zap her as she leaps at him, she squeals, lands on him and bounces high above him like an Indian rubber ball thrown hard. The panther is off running and so too is Manuel, for several steps. “All right” barks Frank: “Next.” The sun reaches up to the horizon, the forest is sparkling with litle slivers of light; and the dream toy of all time is being given to my buddy Alex, who has been waiting patiently for his turn. He whispers to me as we switch positions: “Why the fuck didn't they give us these in Nam?” He throws his arms up and out, and whirls around in the cockpit like the devil on ball bearings. I think: God help America if the Vietnamese and their Russian/Chinese allies had got- a-hold of a CMS that accidentally crashed. They could have reverse engineered the technology and given back to us in America what we gave to them in Vietnam. Alex, a Thai American, was extremely useful to us in Nam. He's on this training mission because he got awfully twisted up in Nam. The military doesn't want to lose him. During previous foreign invasions, we cleverly used children as shields from snipers as part of our occupation strategy: Our bait was simple: Candy, lots of it. The children would circle around our soldiers, eagerly waiting for their treats, making it difficult for Vietcong snipers. It was eeective in places such as the Dominican Republic ( HYPERLINK "htps://www.youtube.com/watcho v=CB4xpqNSYpk&list=RDCB4xpqNSYpk" \l "t=121" ﾵ 14 ﾧ), why not Vietnam ( HYPERLINK "htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thích_Quảng_Đức" ﾵ 14V ﾧ)o Eventually, when all else seemed to fail for them and we were geting the upper hand, one Vietnamese partisan played hard ball: he sent a kid running towards Alex's platoon with a bomb strapped to him yelling: “Candy, candy”. We should have known this war was doomed to failure. After that episode, the soldiers were ordered to shoot kids running towards them. Alex shot a kid running towards his buddies begging for treats, but the kid had no bombs on him. Nightmares torture Alex every night. Couldn't ask for a beter guy, guaranteed to cover your back in any situation. But I could see he was falling apart. The war had become a personalized tragedy. Piloting the CMS was meant to be a big part of his rehab. Manuel can thank his god that Alex didn't get the controls when Manuel was a functional target. Now, Alex must direct his hell-fred energy into only terrorizing his victim, who is now staggering up a jungle path. The laser scorches the ground around buddy like electric snakes from hell. Nearby in the underbrush, a-20 foot long green anaconda engulfs a 3-foot high capybara as the rodent's oespring run around squealing frantically. Manuel sees his log cabin 50 yards down the path. Smoke from the chimney spreads in his direction. Goats tear up a head of broccoli between them. A fenced in garden has more than enough produce for his family, so he can generously barter with the local community. Anxious. in pain he speeds up, calling for his loved one “Sophia”. As he enters the clearing, Maria lies out of the cabin door: “Papa!” she cries. The military had their eyes on Maria for some time. She is one of the prizewinning young minds Brazil has to oeer. We have agents all over the world looking for the brightest students; as well as the eccentric oddball genius. A combination of the two personality types can cross discipline and be good at anything that inspires them. Maria has enough of the oddball genius and a strong enough intellect to be able to understand those on the leading edge of any feld, and be an original thinker within it. We knew her father was very careful not to be obvious regarding his communist activities. We had let him oe a number of times when he was alone in the forest; this time there were ten of them. At her papa's side, wide-eyed with, in uter disbelief, she gently touches his ragged, torn clothes. A wave of relief overtakes Manuel as the rest of the family arrive. Never in his life has he felt so blessed for their aeection. They carefully put his arms over their shoulders. He looks back at us in fear. Relexively, Maria turns to look as well. Overtaken by rage Maria screams at us: “You'll pay for this.” “You've got to be joking.” laughs Frank. The thin young officers join in the mockery. Noticing that I am dazzled by this young woman's audacity, Alex chips in and rubs his crotch: “You got a shine for her Johnnnyo” More laughter from the crew. The two CMSs back oe in a coordinated maneuver zigzagging in a complex 3D zigzag patern, and with one forward thrust they cover the family with an intense blast of light as if to intimidate and demonstrate their prowess. We are out of sight in a lash. Frank: “Congratulations men, mission accomplished.” Within a split second, we are back inside our hanger in Texas.

CHAPTER 3, Maria 1977, the alien bubble pops

Papa collapses on us. With temporary blindness slowly receding, we carefully carry him back to the cabin. Inside we lay him down in bed. Mom checks his pulse. “He's alive... Oh gracias.” she whispers to the unknown. I cut oe what's left of the shirt. "Papa, what did they do to youo" His back, neck, head and arms are covered in burn marks. He looks like he has been through a horrendous whipping. "What hideous creatures could have done such a thingo" Star Trek-like beasts lash in my mind! My younger brother, Micael, kneels beside papa's head, gently caressing his face with a warm damp cloth. Mom pours a liquid onto a gauze pad and gently cleans the burned areas on his back. Papa wakes and winces as Mom atends to a long burn mark. He breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing his beloved. Mom kisses her fnger and touches Papa's lips; it's as if a piece of heaven greets him, he smiles, breaking through the duress for a moment. Mom photographs the burn marks with a Polaroid and hands me the pictures: “Go tell Dr. Carvalho what has happened.” I throw on my soccer cleats and bolt out the door. Macaws squawk and circle above the canopy as I tear up the muddy path laden with puddles from the storm. As I arrive at the country road, a well kept, dark green, 1940s 2-ton truck, with a wooden latbed, appears as if it were a hungry taxi waiting for me outside a hotel. The truck driver, Andre, a 22-year-old fsherman, and I went to the same high school. He does his very best to be charming: "High Maria, where can I take youo" “Dr. Chaves; the Chupa got to papa. He's burned real bad.” I hop in the truck and Andre steps on the gas. We ly down the country road. “It killed my uncle, Eduardo, he was burned all over, died from shock. What in the hell do you think it iso” “Must be from outer space. No country I know of has anything like that.” “Must be from outer space. No country I know of has anything like that.” We arrive at the village, it's a one doctor town serving a huge rural area. The doctor has treated 35 people with all the same horrifying story (15). Though one hunter was spared: he had got down on his knees and prayed and the Chupa Chupa lew away. I realized years later, it was the American Midwest Bible-belt mindset that probably aeected those commanding that Chupa. Dr. Chaves studies the pictures of Manuel at a light table. “They pursue murder and mayhem in Vietnam, creating the largest anti-war protest in the history of mankind; and now they're trying to go under the public radar here in Brazil by pretending to be aliens.” This was a bombshell I wasn't prepared for: “How do you know they are Americanso" "Intelligent life from other planets, wouldn't side with greedy indulgent tyrants so as to repress impoverished people who are fghting for their children's education." I am in shock. Realizing she may have just put a monkey wrench into the works, speaks kindly and with concern: “I hope this doesn't deter you from accepting the oeer to go to University in the US. You're the brightest prospect we have in Brazil and we desperately need people like you on the inside.” Spinning somewhere in the dust rings of Saturn, I awake painfully to the realization that the high school's jester was right. Maybe I should have spent more time studying what was going on in the world around me, instead of the areas of study the teachers placed in front of me. My marks in the sciences were always near perfect, and many times in another paradigm. I had dreams of building spaceships that would travel the galaxy. Now I know they already have them, and they're being misused. Unsure I reply: “I have already been accepted. I'm leaving in fve weeks.” “Congratulations!” she says handing me a shopping bag full of medical supplies. Lifting her hand to one of the wildlife paintings on the wall: “Tell your mom I have a couple of buyers for her art.” I blow her a kiss as I rush out the door. A zillion lightning bolts are ricocheting around my head in a whirl of painful disconnection. How is it possible that the Americans have this technology that is so far ahead of everyone else and we don't even know about ito Why are they abusing this knowledge instead of using it to help everyoneo I have lots of questions before I travel to America. But these questions must wait to be answered. Papa is completely immobilized and needs 24-hour care. The entire family is at his beck and call, much to his delight. A week later papa shufes painfully out of the bedroom. Startled and concerned, I get up quickly from my study and help him get seated. Papa has heard us talk and puts two and two together: “The army is constantly looking for guns that are in in the hands of people they bully and steal from. It gets prety nasty and they'll take it out on our families, especially our beautiful daughters. But you are the prize of Brazil, the best student in physics anywhere. They will be orders from the top to the raving animals that do their dirty work to leave you alone, but only if it was clear that you didn't know what was going on. I let them think I was hating the fact that you were going to America and would be another minion in their game.” he looks at me with a smile.” I kinda fgured that you would fgure things out yourself soon enough.” “Maria, I thought we could beat the Americans, I fgured if every Brazilian had a gun and knew how to use it we could just say to no the government, that enough is enough, get out. But we can't win against these chupas, even if every Brazilian had an armored rocket launcher. We will be under their domination until we learn to can create our own chupas.”

I had been told, there is a history professor in the local college who can provide me with an understanding of how the US obtained this technological lead on everyone. Friends provide me with an introduction. Stiled by the oppressive dictatorship in Brazil, Professor DeBroglie relishes an opportunity to expound to a student who is looking to bring social awareness and responsibility to science. We meet privately, in an empty classroom. If someone reports him to the college dean, he would lose his job or worse. He whispers to me intently and with urgency: "Countries need a military to protect their economic assets. The country that has the best weaponry and surveillance technology often wins a conlict, simply by lexing its muscle at the most opportune moment. Spies, espionage and counter-espionage methods are essential for obtaining leading-edge technology from others, and in order to protect their own inventions from discovery by individuals outside the need-to-know circles." "To show how eeective they have been: This is 1977 and the general public knows litle to nothing about Nikola Tesla, the man who invented the electrical system that controls the entire modern world. He discovered X-rays, Gamma Rays, invented AC electricity, the luorescent light bulb, lasers, the majority of patents that led to the invention of the radio, and many more." “In 1898, the US. went to war with Spain in order to take over their Island colonies in the Caribbean and in the Pacifc. Much of the war was a batle between navies. In response to the thought that many Americans would drown in these batles, Tesla designed, built and demonstrated, a boat and submarine that were operated by remote control ( 10a ﾧ ) .” He shufes through some books to show me a picture. “We still haven't seen any remote controlled weaponry and it's over 70 years since his exhibition.” “From the military's point of view, Tesla posed a threat to the balance of power. I'm certain the military told him that his inventions would surely get into the wrong hands if he continued to publicly display and broadcast his discoveries. I doubt he listened much to them at frst. I believe that when a fre destroyed his experimental factory-lab, it was no accident.” “Once conspiracy becomes the rule, this dis-ease or social disease, infects business, politics and the entire social fabric. During World War 1 there was a petition signed by 93 prominent scientists and academics in Germany declaring their unequivocal support of German military actions in the early period of World War I. These actions were elsewhere called the Rape of Belgium. The Manifesto galvanized support for the war throughout German schools and universities, but many foreign intellectuals were outraged. Einstein presented a counter-petition which only got four votes (17). He wrote: “All our supposed technological progress is like an ax in the hand of a madman.” Humanity's need for survival was channeled through Einstein: He wrote his theories of Special and General Relativity so as to direct the minds of other scientists away from Tesla's vision of dynamic atomic particles.” “It is with Tesla's perspective that monstrous creations of war can be created by small groups of disgruntled humans. It is Tesla's theoretical perspective that Einstein wished to obscure from the public and academic community. His sophisticated philosophy of obfuscation saved us from the global holocaust many had predicted.” “After Tesla's death the American Military took many of his patents; these genius inventions have not seen the light of day since." This thin frail professor has removed a mountain of misinformtion from my mind. I leave the college with a whole new awareness as to who runs the world and how. I thank him sincerely and promise that I will keep our meeting a secret. When I got home I tell my family all the details. Other than where I got this information from. Mom seems to know. At the kitchen table, up very late at night, sipping Yerba Mate, I contemplate the new life awaiting me. Mom atempts to come to terms with what happened and how she can justify sending her daughter into the jaws of the monster that just ravished her husband. “Most of the time, the beter you are at opposing them, the less likely you are to survive.” I comment, on how the professor from M.I.T. who visited our school and got me to enroll there, sure sold us a good story. Mom biterly replies: “That's why they run the world, they're masters at it.” Papa has been devastated. Carlos, who had become a friend of the family, is now in the hospital and may not survive the burns he got from the Chupa. I was led to believe that Papa was teaching Carlos how to live in the bush, but Carlos was really training papa to become a revolutionary. A rather bleak picture has been painted in front of me. The decision, whether or not to go to school in the US. has turned me inside out for days. Dr. Chaves and Professor DeBroglie have said that I can make a dieerence. I have to believe I can, or what's the point of livingo Later in the day, after dinner, when we are washing dishes together, and it is appropriate to bring up the issue of going to the US. again, I make an eeort to paint a beter picture. “Can you imagine a world where UFO technology is used to beneft everyoneo” Mom is careful not to squash my dreams, but has to add a word of caution: “You are a very bright young woman, but you have much to learn before you can even be a nuisance to this dinosaur.” Mom pauses and looks at me intently: “If you are patient, opportunities will come that will guide you. If you err in judgment it can cost you your life.” We talk till the early morning. Finally, mom gives me her blessings.

CHAPTER 4, Maria 1981, UFO - CMS debate

M.I.T. Massachusets Institute of Technology, (18) is the de facto invention citadel of the US. It is the top educational institution that you want to be at in America to understand the evolution of technology and humanity's response to it. It was the frst university to integrate academia with industry. M.I.T. remains a mecca for students from all over the world who wish to be on the leading edge of science. They accommodate many secret laboratories exploring many clandestine classifed subjects. UFO technology is the most secret of all the secrets. The popular confusion around this subject must be breached if the student body is able to get any pertinent information about it at all. The scholarship that has been awarded to me does not provide enough funds for me to spend money on entertainment, not that my upbringing encouraged that lifestyle. Mom, being an artist, used entertainment in a disciplined way so as to generate ideas the family could use to create their own. At M.I.T., I fnd a kindred spirit in Rehema, a student from Tanzania. We work intensely together to create a student culture that explores those domains the university leaves uncharted. By our fnal year, we are elected to the board of the debating club; arranging conferences of our choosing there. The UFO group at MIT believed that they are intelligent life forms from other planets; here to show us a beter way. We have other ideas. We set up a public debate at the University and bring in experts from all over North America. Harvard has representatives on the panel; and must have 300 students and professors in the audience. The military is everywhere; a few in lashy uniform, many in plain clothes, some obvious others not. One team believes that all UFO sightings can be explained by natural phenomena and human misconception. Another team is made of Ufologists with a multitude of theories, but they all believe UFOs are intelligent life forms from other solar systems. The third sees UFOs as secret US. and Nazi military technology. I'm on team three, Rehema lies in wait as a member of the audience. An astrophysicist gives an overview: “As a star cools, the temperature around the planets that circle it change, as such many planets will, at some point in their evolution, enter a habitable zone similar to Earth. In our Galaxy alone there are 40 billion planets (19) that are presently in this habitable zone and many more that have had conditions that would have sustained life millions of years ago.” The number 40 billion has caught the audience atention and sets up the astrophysicist's provocative conclusion: “We can assume there are millions of intelligent life forms in our galaxy that have lived for millions of years longer than we have and would be very capable of visiting us if they chose to do so.” An old school physics professor from Princeton suggests they are too far away: “Granted there is the possibly of many other intelligent life forms, but they will be limited by the speed of light. It would take them too long to reach us” The astrophysicist makes her defense: “I think it is fair to say that the speed of light is not a decree from God. Light is a physical reality. A physical reality about which one can learn its mechanisms and play with them; as the UFOs have obviously done with gravity. I suspect that, given a million years of study and scientifc experimentation, intelligent life would be able to travel anywhere they chose at virtually any speed they chose.” A physicist on Maria's team takes a dieerent slant: Yes, after a million years, intelligent life would be able to travel anywhere they chose at virtually any speed they chose. But, to go faster than the speed of light, they would have complete mastery of the electromagnetic and nuclear phenomena. With this mastery, they would be able to track the motion of every nuclear phenomenon in the universe and their eeects on the surrounding universe, including the movement of the protons and electrons in our brains. They would know what we are thinking and, if they chose, be able to aeect what we are thinking without having to travel in primitive physical objects we describe as UFOs. A Ufologist adds: “Maybe some of them are sending us thoughts that will help us to beter survive. Thoughts we assume are messages from God.” A Canadian physicist further develops the argument: “The movement of atomic particles in the thought centers of intelligent life throughout this cosmos has paterned everything since time immemorial. Thoughts we atribute as messages from God, are actually us tuning into the thoughts of intelligent life forms that have gone through, what we are going through, millions of years ago and solved the problems we consider mysteries. The evolution of conscious life everywhere eventually merges with and contributes to this thought paterning in a conscious manner.” A historian gives evidence that the Nazi's had developed UFO technology by the end of the war and set up a base in Antarctica (20n1) (20n2). I make a note of this. There is no reason to believe that Tesla was the only genius working in this area. Geoerey, a student of political science, waves some papers in the air: “I have notes leaked from the US. military. Colonel Philip Corso has said that he personally saw dead aliens from the crash at Roswell. The army chose him to be in charge of reverse engineering some of the materials from the UFO crash. He says that will lead to breakthroughs in developing the integrated circuit, night vision technology, fber optics, super tenacity fbers, lasers and other cuting-edge technologies. The air force is in charge of reverse engineering the spacecraft. Colonel Corso, who is a key member of US. Army Intelligence, declares that this technology is the biggest secret in the history of the world.” (21a) (21b) (21c ). A political science undergrad goes on the atack: “Colonel Corso is a dutiful employee of the military. He was in charge of fghting the communists for control of Italy after the war. He was part of the Warren Commission which was the cover-up for the Kennedy assassination. He worked at the White House for the military. What he wrote is what the military, wants us to think!” The undergrad gets jeered by two air force cadets. Undeterred he continues: “The military will do whatever it takes to protect this vital technology. Confusing the public is an essential part of this mandate, especially in a country with so many loose cannons. The Alien hoax, along with outright denial, intimidation and bribery are used to 'keep the lid on this rocket-propelled jack-in-the-box.” A sociologist adds logic to the previous speaker: “If thousands of intelligent life forms from other planets have visited Earth, one would assume that they have had a chance to study us and learn about our methods of communication or lack there of. Some of them, who may be billions of years older, would have shared ideas with each other on how to approach us. Maybe they have an inter-galactic computer program that suggests how dieerent intelligent life forms like ourselves should be dealt with. As such, they should have been able to make contact with us, in intelligent creative ways. They haven't!” New tactics of conlict resolution between other life forms would be an indication that we are being visited by another intelligent civilization not from our planet. But nothing new ever comes from these alien beings other than the commonplace new age philosophy. I grew up in Washington, my mother an inluential school teacher brought people from all over the globe to our home. Each new person from Africa, Asia brought a new perspective. I have spent twelve years studying, night and day everything I could about UFO-alien human interactions. There are no new perspectives from these so-called aliens.“ A biologist adds a rather compelling explanation: “Many families inhabited the areas around the test sites of the frst nuclear explosions in the US. (21d) (21e) (21f). Some of the mutated oespring would have lived, and with the proper care, been quite functional. Should we not suppose that the military took responsibility for these deformed beings. That they would be part of the military and be a component in their masterful ‘UFO’ disinformation campaign by pretending they are 'aliens'.” A Ufologist, who usually is personable and mild-mannered, cuts oe the biologist and takes the loor. He has interviewed hundreds of people abducted into UFOs by what he believes are non-human creatures. He shows pictures of abductees and drawings of the beings that people say abducted them. “These abductees have traveled in crafts that are faster and far more advanced than anything the public is aware of. They had real experiences with beings not of this planet” (22). I take him on: “So 1000s of intelligent life forms watch while a few of them, mutilate our catle and torture people in Brazil with lasers, even killing some (23a) (23b). May I suggest, that all the UFOs are American technology serving an American political agenda. That these alien creatures are either the oe-springs of humans as described by a previous speaker or a bio-engineering venture from laboratories here on earth: primates with a signifcant amount of human DNA (23ra) (23c).” “Another black-ops budget!” bellows an audience member. A Ufologist atempts to salvage the Good-Alien belief systems: “General Corso says that we reverse engineered their technology. So it is safe to say it was the US. military that atacked the people in Brazil. As such the incidents in Brazil don't automatically exclude the existence of ETs here on Earth.” I counter: “Are you proposing, that intelligent life allows use of their technology for weapons of war, but this technology is never used to assist people in natural disasterso This doesn't make sense, unless you assume the UFOs that come here are from a civilization like ourselves that couldn't get its act together. That on their planet, the only ones that escaped were the military and industrial elite who had advanced technology. And that is why they only talk to the military leaders of this planet and collude with them to support their nefarious interests…. But then, would the rest of the intelligent life in the universe that got their act together, not do or say anything about this negative interference in our aeairs, when they have the capacity to easily stop ito Rehema is at the audience microphone. In Tanzania, the people live with lions, some of which are man-eating ( 24 ). Lions are key to tourism so they cannot kill all of them; something many a grieving family member wishes would happen. Instead, the people have to determine which lion is the culprit. The lessons and challenges they learn with the lions transfers to people. Those in Tanzania who are part of the resolution to this dilemma are usually artful in their sensitivity and diplomacy. Somehow Rehema missed out on the diplomacy part: “Well that's great news: one team suggests this wonderful technology is solely in the hands of 'humans' who communicate primarily with weapons. And, if Mr. Corso and the military are the purveyors of the truth, we now have aliens as well as humans who are similarly dysfunctional.” The audience is in an uproar. An unlikely candidate has taken the limelight from the panel of experts. Rehema rises to the occasion: “Either way, how do we acquire this technology and show them how to use it with grace, sanity and love.” The audience is on its feet with an ovation. Rehema and Maria are basking in victory, but it is short lived. Dr. Hillman, a professor and military officer at MIT puts a damper on the discourse: “The public will only acquire this technology after it convinces the Soviet Union to stop pointing missiles at us.”

Rehema and I sit at a coeee-shop after the meeting. For years Rehema has been tormented by a childhood experience, but she has a dieerent take on it now: “When our family frst moved to America, we were driving on a country road in the Mid West when a bright light appeared above us. The car's engine died and we coasted to a stop. I don't remember how we got into the spaceship, but the next thing I remember, we were siting on the loor with two alien creatures standing above us. The aliens gave our family a message to take back to other humans: They talked about over-consumption, pollution, and the misuse of atomic energy. Then they both, on cue, turned and looked at mom with their big beady eyes and started to rail about there being too many people on this planet. They spoke like the sexually up-tight British colonial dragons we had ruling over us for centuries in Africa, who always talk about planned parent-hood; their plan!” “The skies, now owned by the US. Military, are their stage, and your family, players in the 'alien' fantasy they wish to twist your brains with.“ Rehema: “Let's rock their boat.”

For the next three years, the bond between us is inseparable. We share a house with three other students who help us with our research into mutual defense strategies which are peace initiatives involving combatants. A Canadian Student is working on a computer program for conlict resolution. The data he is compiling on conlict resolution is most useful. Our eeorts win the support of Professor Hillman. He takes us to a conference at the Royal Military College Sandhurst in Britain. In the debate, a university team from Cambridge raises an idea suggesting a social-psychological deterrent to war. It stirs interest in the audience and in the panel. We organize discussions at M.I.T. involving innovative thinkers from universities all over the North East US. and Canada, brainstorming as to how to best apply psychology to war and peace.

[Many a draft dodger went to Canada during the Vietnam war. Soon cauldrons of original thinkers blossomed there and became a thorn in the US pro- war camp (25a) (25b) (25c). To lose so many people willing to stand up for their point of view created a nightmare in the US. with its culture of slavish political idol worship and too few people organizing creatively in opposition to the gangster political agenda.]

The next big military conference is to be held in the US. at the National Defense University [NDU] in Washington DC., it is by invitation only. Rehema thinks, by excluding the thousands of people we have brought together on this issue, it becomes a waste of time. I believe, by learning about the military's perspectives, it will help us in our public campaign. Rehema comes aboard and we approach Prof Hillman to help us make a formal request to atend. We prepare a proposal with the assistance of the Canadian computer wizard working on conlict resolution. She believes our defense strategy could be more eeective if we used a psychological component. When we were chosen to represent M.I.T, we start to notice things that are a litle odd. Rehema thinks we are being followed. We could spend some time to fnd out for sure, but there is nothing that we are doing that we don't want them to know about anyway. They are the very people we need most to convince! Everything they need to know is on the mainframe computer at the university. Hopefully, they become inspired from our work. CHAPTER 5, John 1984, peace initiative by the military?

The prison camp in South Vietnam pushed me to the breaking point. The Vietcong, along with two converts, worked us over physically and psychologically. The daily meal was a leaf full [handful] of rice. Our enforced labor was to gather manioc, their potato-like food. God help you if you were caught eating any. The best chance one got to grab a bite was when the bombs rained down upon us from our own planes. Collateral damage, disease, starvation and beatings when we lost it, made its mark on all of us. Too many of my buddies at the camp didn't make it. Unlike many rank and fle soldiers, when I returned, I was handled with kid gloves. As soon as I got home I was sent to a special program: a year in full-time active psychotherapy with a team of healers from every background and type of training; even shamans from native cultures. This program, was in part to fnd out if I divulged any information to the enemy. As soon as they found I had earned a grudging respect from my captors while giving them nothing, I got access to the CMS. After I returned to active duty, my rise up the military ranks was quick. Surviving the hell during those years as a POW was transformational, I developed a sixth sense about everything. The formal schooling I received at Princeton enabled me to put the intuitive in perspective. I was always good at surfng through a manual and learning how to operate anything very quickly. But after Nam my creative imagination soared and I was not only able to work the machinery but also to improve on it. Frank, who directed that fateful CMS mission in Brazil, is now a General. He has taken a shine to me, and made me his assistant at the National Defense Strategy Conference in 1985. In the center of the NDU basketball court, at the National Defense University [NDU], a globe of the Earth lights the centre court. Prominently displayed on it, are NATO and the Warsaw Pact countries. The audience there is composed mostly of military officers, some military student cadets and a select group of invited students and professors from universities across North America and Europe who have ties to military personnel at their university. Four video screens above the stands display the four sides of the globe so that any audience member can see all the sides. Frank points to places on North America and Europe. Instantly, our ground, air and naval forces [non-nuclear] appear as holographic images on the globe. The globe spins. I point to Russia and Eastern Europe, holographic images of the Warsaw Pact [non-nuclear] forces appear. On the screens above the audience: Military Assets (20) (20a) NATO Military Deterrent 100 Warsaw Military $4500 Billion $3500 Billion Deterrent 100

Frank: “The number 100, for deterrent, is an arbitrary fgure given for the balance of power between the two sides.” He presses a remote: On the globe, the holographic images of planes sky-rocket from bases all over the globe, naval convoys sail out to sea. The war ensues. On the screens, in black print, are the NATO and Warsaw losses over the course of a two-week war. Frank presses on the remote again: Holographic images of bombs and planes are suspended in mid-air: “Our super-computer has analyzed the best tactical moves the planes, tanks and other instruments of war from both sides could make in any situation. Does anyone have any suggestions as to how we might beter spend our war treasureo” A US. Air Force Academy Cadet approaches Frank on the basketball court and hands him the case of discs. I load the discs into a drawer of a 10 cubic foot. computer. On the screens, an image appears of a prototype-plane developed around 1981 that was not put into production. The plane morphs into a more stream-lined shape. The screens display: 20 planes $000,000,000. On the globe holographic images of thirty fghter planes and 2 naval frigates fade and are replaced by 20 of the newly designed bombers. On the screen, in gold, appears: deterrent to war: NATO 99.5, Warsaw pact 112. Frank: “Gold means an increased deterrent for our opposition. That's great news for the Academy!” Frank pushes a remote: Holographic videos simulating war take place across the globe. The new bombers destroy Russian tanks on the batlefelds in Germany. A British batleship is sectioned by three torpedoes in a naval batle in the North Atlantic along with other NATO losses. Appearing across the screen, printed in red leters, are the NATO and Warsaw losses. Frank freezes the war hologram: “The increase in naval and civilian losses caused you to go into the red.” Frank pushes the remote; on the screens, several pictures of prototype bombers are displayed. Frank: “Our computer designed and tested many dieerent prototype airplanes. One of them was very similar to yours.” He makes reference to the computer: “Is there anyone who believes they can out-do this brainchildo” The audience is silent, Maria puts her hand up, she, Rehema, Professor Hillman and a Canadian geek, quickly walk down a long light of steps toward the basketball court. All eyes in the audience are on the trio. Many in disbelief that anybody especially an invited university team would challenge the obvious. I notice her movement and the crowd's focus on her. The image of her in Brazil bursts in my mind. I tingle in expectation. Frank smiles patronizingly. As they are near the botom of the staircase, Frank dismisses them with a look and turns his atention to the audience. Rehema catches Frank's rejection and indicates to Maria that they should quickly seize the rapidly vanishing opportunity. Maria responds, hopping the last dozen steps, towards the microphone. Frank: “Looks like everyone here got the point!” He motions the audio controllers to shut oe the microphones. Seeing Maria at the microphone I am unable to restrain my curiosity and notify Frank. He impatiently acquiesces and notifes the audio controllers to turn the microphones back on again. Maria: “Massachusets Institute of Technology.” Deftly, Rehema strides out on to the court, passing a case of discs to Frank. He ports a smug grin and inserts the discs into the computer's drawer. On the screens above the audience, appear a Russian and American architect siting beside a holographic image of a building complex close to the water's edge in Seatle. The Russian Architect types commands on a computer console: A large Russian turret- styled dome is created on the roof of a fve -tory structure. The American Architect types in his console: Elevators and stairs to the roof appear; a retractable half section of the clear dome closes. The dome provides a view of the harbor with an array of naval vessels. In the dome, a basketball game begins with teams on both sides mixed with players from the NATO and Warsaw countries. The scene changes to a Russian Air Force base where American and Russian military engineers and architects watch the installation of glass on a large abstract building. The scene changes to the inside of the building where an American trampolinist is rotating backward with electrodes atached all over her body. A Russian and American scientist study graphs on a wall-sized video screen. Beside the building, a soccer stadium is flled with military families. The teams are composed of an amalgamation of members of countries from both sides. Maria’s proposal is to bring US. military engineers, architects and construction crews to scores of sites designated by members of the communist alliance is a daring two-way exchange. Daring for us in that we have more technology to lose. Daring for them because so many people might defect that their entire system could crumble. Frank has, a 'what's this' expression on his face, until the video screens show in gold: Deterrent to war: NATO 800, Warsaw pact 800, then his expression turns to disbelief. It wasn't the proposition itself (clearly it was ingenious), his disbelief was with the authors. I suppose he recognized Maria too. How was he to manage the publicity around this new defense strategy with them at the forefronto The audience is stupefed. A Harvard student blurts out to his prof in disbelief. “How did they increase the deterrent that mucho” Standing there, the answer seemed simple enough, even for a third generation military guy like myself: Both sides will think twice about bombing the buildings that they worked so hard to create; to say nothing of their best people… artists, athletes, doctors, scientists they've dutifully followed since they were kids. Maria at the microphone: “Unlike the other scenarios this deterrent will remain in-place or possible increase when you add the nuclear component. Frank comes-to, quickly: “This is a rather signifcant shift in our defense strategy, Even if this works for us, we'll need to see how negotiations with the Soviet Union progress.” CHAPTER 6, Maria 1985, behind the scenes politics?

After the conference, crowds surround us, and we return home with speaking engagement scheduled with almost every one of the university and military colleges that atended the conference. Of all the countries in atendance, it was the Austrians who grasped our concepts the quickest. They had plane tickets and accommodations for us the evening after the conference. Soon, there were so many speaking engagements, we have to divide the work between us. We get lucrative oeers for teaching assistants at several military colleges and universities in the US., Canada and Europe. I take a position at the National Defense University in Washington DC. and focus on working an exchange with Russia. Rehema accepts a position at West Point and focuses on the other members of the Warsaw Pact. Our Canadian computer programmer wants to remain without ties or responsibilities other than to us Her has other ‘fsh to fry’ and is teaching me everything he knows. UFO technology could solve many problems around the world. Pollution would be signifcantly reduced; loss of life during natural disasters virtually eliminated; ambulance response time to hospital reduced; people's understanding of the world drastically increased. The release of classifed military technology is a 'Big Carrot' for peaceful relations between countries. This 'carrot' draws people with hopes for a beter future. Teams of people in dieerent cities engage the public with art, music, theater and public debates over the release of this technology. In the US. and other NATO countries, the support for this peace initiative almost always dovetails with the release of classifed military technology. The military representatives to our university conferences don't think kindly of us with respect to this connection. At the University of Montreal in Canada, the US. Military's representative to the conference, Colonel John Stockwell is giving oe a negative vibe towards a UFO group who is engaged in an artistic presentation. Above us and the audience, aerial acrobats ly from one UFO to the next. I thank them, and introduce our main speakers, Colonel Stockwell and a young, up and coming general in the Russian military; Vladimir Kovalsky. They both tear a strip oe me for confusing the two issues: John: “The prospect of a nuclear war is a threat to the entire human race. Eeorts to facilitate cooperation between NATO and the Warsaw Pact should not be confused with some fantasy about lying saucers from outer space. “ Vlad: “I couldn't agree more with my friend from America. Let's put to bed one monumental task before we embark on a second one.” At the summation of the meeting. I thank the Montreal UFO group and deal with John's negative comments regarding the release of the CMS technology: “Some of our friends don't seem very cognizant of the public's role in the peace process. The public needs to envision a radically dieerent world so that they are encouraged to make fnancial concessions to the peace process, and make the personal and social changes necessary for the introduction of this technology into the public realm.” John and Vlad debate with me after the meeting till the early morning. After seeing hundreds of military personnel, I'm of the impression that these two men have to be courted (politically). We exchange contact info.

Rehema and I write a formal proposal to take to Congress and to President Reagan. For four years we ride the wave until the fall of 1989. In November of that year, Rehema and I lay on the grass reading various newspapers plastered with pictures of the Berlin Wall being dismantled (27). Somewhat perplexed, I remark: “We'll have to wait till the dust setles in what's left of the Soviet Block before we can approach them.” Rehema; “That doesn't mean we have to stop promoting the concept here. And let’s see what China has to say.” A smart move, when the Chinese came on board the politicians started to take us seriously. With some considerable support at the military colleges, we decide to apply for positions at the Pentagon where we plan to write a book on the benefts of military exchanges between conlicting nations. Regularly we work out at a gym, Rehema mentions a brief aeair; she has lost a lot of weight and is not used to keeping the men at bay. I think nothing of it and change the subject back to our application for a special post at the Pentagon. Rehema: “What are our chances of being accepted by the Pentagono” Quite possibly giving ourselves too much credit, and mom's cautionary statement, too litle credit, I reply: “They have got to give us something, we have lots of people on our side.” In our eeort to secure the post at the Pentagon, Professor Hillman speaks on our behalf. The four of us have worked together for many years. He would invite key military leaders to lecture the student body, while we campaigned for our proposal. He is a soft-spoken man who has welcomed us as his daughters. He and his wife would invite us to a meal at their home. Often we would be up all night preparing for conferences and meetings at their house. We all believed he has the best chance of winning over General North. He meets with Frank: “The approach to peace that these two young women have created will do more for our country's image than any other event or campaign has done so for the last decade.” But his persuasion doesn't help; Frank believes we have issues, and should be as far away from classifed information as possible. He wants to send us to Yugoslavia. Tito is geting very old, and when he dies things could unravel. He believes he'll be needing people there: “Let them experiment with their peace proposal in the Balkans before we gamble with an untested strategy here.” Professor Hillman pleads for our safety: “They have litle or no feld experience. It's not right to put these young people in harm's way.” Frank, immersed in military doctrine and culture, replies: “We'll see what they are made of.” CHAPTER 7, 1992 Maria, Tesla, peace & innovation

The Balkans have been a war zone for centuries. The Serbs batled the invading Otoman Empire from the 14th century to the 19th. In World War 1 the Italians invaded. In World War 2 it was the Germans. `Spreading the seed of the victor` (more accurately referred to as rape.) has been the practice with invading armies from war's inception. The Serbian partisans fought a heroic war with the Nazi troops. Even when each partisan was given only one bullet, from their mountain perches, they vanquished German armored columns. In a long war, there are times when a partisan could have saved another comrade's life, but believed rightly or wrongly, at that moment, it would cost him his life and be in vain. Guilt often torments their minds. When the war ended, the local men, who now sueer the trauma and nightmares of war, have to deal with the children sired by the invading Germans. Guess who pays for daddy's traumao These children absorbed the misery of the war, there was no help for most of them. A generation after the war, these same children are soldiers commanding murderous military hardware. Tito kept the lid on the pressure cooker for many years, but when he died all hell broke loose (28). The Serbian army took the hills around Sarajevo and the hotels that border these hills. The populace in Sarajevo, largely Muslim and Serbian intelligentsia has put up a ferce resistance and stopped the advance at the hotels. Serbian snipers were stationed in the top loors of these hotels. The Serbian community got word that they were to leave Sarajevo by a certain date. Those that didn't were 'fair game'. The Serbian snipers were paid per kill. Many Serbians remained in protest against the assault by their Army. In this vibrant international City, which had recently hosted the Winter Olympics in `84, there were many mixed marriages between the now warring communities. These conditions made a normal life impossible for many.

It’s 1990 and Military Intelligence has placed Rehema and I as teachers in Sarajevo. Several months in, Rehema gives birth to a young child, who she names Joanne, Jo for short. (The result of a one night stand in the US.) Rehema decides to 'go it alone'. Which means Jo will have both of us as moms. We meet with Steve Atrib, an ex-British army officer who fought in the Falklands. That war, turned Steve's life-mission in another direction. He is organizing a peace march down Sniper's Alley, the four-lane highway beside the string of hotels where the Serbian snipers are perched. Steve declares: “They won't shoot at us tomorrow. Goran Simic, the brother of the Serbian General is a peace activist, and he's in the march (29).” Still, we remain wary. We stand on a hill behind a building with 15 marchers. Gun-shots from apartment buildings are heard. Two Buddhist Monks, one beating a drum, lead the marchers out onto the four-lane highway that runs past the string of hotel called Sniper’s Alley. The Serbian gunners are silent. As we approach the Holiday Inn, Steve turns to face us: “As peaceful as a Sunday afternoon walk in the park.” We survey the bombed out buildings that are everywhere. Goran shakes his head. The BBC correspondent, Martin Bell, describes the Holiday Inn, in the early 1990s as Ground Zero: “From here, you don't go out to the war, the war comes to you." ( 3 0 ) After the march, Steve's apartment is flled with the demonstrators. We talk throughout the night. At sunrise, Rehema and I are in conversation with an Austrian war protester and engineer Hans Eric about Nikola Tesla. Steve brings us some Arabic coeee: “Maria, what's all the fuss about Tesla, the average Serbian knows that Tesla would be against this barbarity. They don't seem to care.” Rehema: “When they understand that the only roadblock to the release of Tesla's inventions is world peace, and they see what this technology could bring them, support for the war will be signifcantly reduced.” Steve: “The teachers in Tuzla are a good mix between all the warring parties, and they're all for peace. Go talk to them.”

The Serbians and Croatians claim Tesla as their national hero; the Slovenians and Bosnian Muslims are happy to support anyone who promotes peace; Tesla is one of the few people that everyone can unite on. It was Tesla's theoretical work in electromagnetism and his understanding that mater can move as a wave, that birthed the discovery of disc-shaped 'wave' jets in both US. and Germany at the end of the war. Foo fghters they were called, (31). The Germans really put the Balkans through a lot during that horrifc war. All the people in this region could appreciate some of the technological spoils this war spawned. In Tuzla we get support from the teachers for a multinational task force which includes Russia and the US. We take this support to other teachers throughout the four regions, the media, and to some key politicians. CHAPTER 8,1992 John, out of the blue

I have been accepted into the R&D program that is developing a new CMS. It will be a self-sustained city; the size of ten aircraft carriers. I get a call from Maria: “Have you talked to General North about our peace proposal for the Balkanso” “Why should we help our enemy consolidate it's crumbling empireo” I respond. Maria: “The way the US. deals with conlict situations has a huge inluence on people around the world. It will come back to haunt us if we don't put the best options forward in every situation.” “Sounds like these Tesla Centres for the Performing arts will encourage research into areas we want don't want people prying into.” Maria: “Over half the scientists in Serbia are working full time on re-inventing Tesla's free energy technology, the other half are dreaming about it while they do other tasks. The Tesla Centres for the Performing Arts will encourage the development of Tesla's technology that people already have access to. Our involvement will encourage a more efficient manufacture of this technology as well as a planned approach to all R&D.” “I'll run it past Frank.”

Surprise, Frank is on board: he fgures that all the people in the know regarding Tesla will be at these performance centres. We've been winning, hands down, the undercover information war since the Soviet collapse. The Serbians are close to fguring out free-energy. Best we get a closer look-see. I phone Maria and tell her the good news; but not why Frank fnally is supporting one of her endeavors. CHAPTER 9, 1993 Maria, tragedy

We win support for the building of six Tesla Centres for the performing arts; one in the US., one in Russia, four in the four nationalities of that region. In a stadium in Tuzla, packed with students from all nations. Dancers, acrobats and uni- cyclists from the four ethnic groups enter the feld from each corner. Atached to the unicycles, above the rider, are spherical antennas that shoot out lightning bolts like Minerva's hair. In the center of the feld, four uni-cyclists from the four communities, each clad in their distinctive dress, pedal towards each other. When they are ten feet apart, electric currents start to arc between the four cyclists in dieerent paterns; as they dance closer together it lows out of all four like a fountain. Out of the electric fountain holographs of UFOs appear and spiral into the audience.

The UN lent us a helicopter so that we could get home after the show quickly. Steve is baby-siting Jo. I learned to ly one while I was at NDU, they had a lot of perks if you knew the right people. On the way home, we ly alongside a towering clie that stretches into the distance. The scenery is spectacular. We chat up a storm. We are at an amazing point in human history, I think back on a time to when the possibility of peace didn't even enter into the equation for most people. I can't wait to send pictures of the celebration to Professor Hillman. He has retired from M.I.T. but will be helping us to arrange the tour in the US. Unknown to us Serbian armored vehicles are pursuing a group of Bosnian partisans on motocross cycles. Reaction time for the partisans is impossibly fast, and we are mistaken for the enemy. As the helicopter approaches a castle on a tall roundish column separated from the rest of the clie, Rehema detects a missile from behind streaking toward us. I swoop down and bank the helicopter around the column and underneath the bridge; the missile can't make the turn and hits the clie. The explosion blows out a rock which hits the rear propeller. I work the controls and atempt, not very successfully, to counter the chaotic descent. The helicopter arcs around, and heads towards the clie. “Jump!” I yell. We unbuckle our seat-belts, open the doors and leap. The helicopter crashes into the clie exploding in lames. We are too low for our chutes to work. I hit a tree, and survive; when I wake up in the hospital, I fnd out that I'm paralyzed from the waist down. Rehema is not so lucky.

In the hospital bed, plagued with guilt, I think back to my mother's warning: “If you err in judgment it will cost you your life.” Where did we go wrongo Who did we oeendo Could we have done it more safely and still accomplished the missiono CHAPTER 10, 2009 Maria, a 25-year campaign bears fruit.

Rehema and I had an agreement, if something like this were to happen. I help Jo to channel the painful loss of her mother into physical exuberance and mental challenges. Jo takes on dance and gymnastics. She designs and builds some wicked kites, airplanes and robots. We play and work together. We organize art projects with the street population in the inner city core. We participate in cultural festivals and sports activities that entwine several countries and cultures. Jo makes friends with people from all cultures and walks of life. When she discovers that special genius in each person that she meets, the muses come to her beck and call. When you direct the muses to the beterment of the whole of humankind, particularly on issues that make most people very uncomfortable*, it catalyzes a process whereby your will and your actions become congruent with the world around you so that everything begins to harmonize with your eeorts. [Those things that cause people to feel uncomfortable are the pillars of a society or disciplines that don't quite agree with objective reality and as such create dysfunction. But these are what people hold onto dearly, often blindly, sometimes desperately, because it enables them to have some semblance of order. Replacing these 'pillars' with new ones creates a new perspective, a new paradigm, and a new reality.]

From the moment I awoke in the hospital bed after my accident in Bosnia, I worked to bring public atention to our dream of having opposing forces stationed at each others' military bases. Three years after rehab. I enrolled in the National Defense University to write a doctorate expanding on the papers Rehema and I had writen. Russia was on now board, as well as China. (The military brass fnally had to sit up and take notice.) After another 20 years at the books, I earn a chair as professor of strategic studies at the National Defense University in Washington. Jo has got her Masters degree at Virginia Tech and is now working with me in my research lab. In my late 50s, I become the department head. It's Colonel Gonzales now, and I use my position to campaign at military bases throughout the country.

I became very interested in John and found out as much as I could about him. Surfng some classifed info one night, I was confronted by an unpleasant video: John and Frank in Brazil. I'm not about to confront him on it. He's perceptive, and will eventually fgure it out. There's a bubbling of peace initiatives in various military colleges.. The movement for mutual exchanges between militaries to build cultural and scientifc centres becomes a central part of it. John pulls people and money together.

We have joined the military to protect our country and the beter interests of humanity. All of us have one thing in common, we want to defend against foreign intervention in our country. To this end, we use both technological innovations and psychological strategies. The more psychologically troubled our enemies are the needier4 they are for a den, a safe base both physically and psychologically. A place where they are entertained by their cherished athletes and performers. A place where their scientifc and medical teams learn to help them become stronger and smarter. If that den is in another country they will think twice before atacking it, especially if they had their prized architects and engineers build it. A good defense strategy is to place these dens in the military bases where we train our best soldiers.

After twenty-fve years, from the inception of the idea, the shovel enters the earth in Leningrad, Seatle, Beijing and Washington DC. In my mind I still see Rehema giving me the cue to rush to the microphone before Frank shuts us down; and the joy we felt when the computer showed an 8 fold increase in the deterrent factor. In Washington DC. we build the International Centre for Military Peace Initiatives. It was an abstract version of the Pentagon situated a third of a mile from the existing Pentagon and made out of glass so that if the Pentagon got hit it was also vulnerable. At the inaugural ceremony for the site in Leningrad, I am a guest of honor. We watch a lacrosse tournament with mixed players from Warsaw and NATO. Beside me is Vlad, now chief of stae. After 911, Vlad reckons that our country was taken over by the pathological; those who were only able to perceive an imminent threat to their own personal safety, and even then only marginally. He was coerced by public pressure to spend a good chunk of his military budget on this installation and is here reluctantly. His only comment to me when I raise the issue of releasing CMS technology sticks in my mind: “Sadly the world creates people who thrive on the intense emotions created in war. And they are the ones who have their fngers on the triggers.” I am stunned at the negativity. Vlad rolls right on: “Pardon the expression, but god help us if there is public access to the technology you wish to bring to the world.” Back home the general's comments ring in my ear. Clearly, we need a way to control weaponry, especially if we are going to release CMS technology. Beside me, Jo has holographic, infrared images of soldiers in combat and in sports athletes, showing their muscles as they maneuver in their respective environments; accurate to 1/18,000th of an inch. The screen behind the images shows reams of data on the electrical activity of the muscles. Her statistics show the intensity levels of the soldier are on average signifcantly higher during combat than at any peak moment in sport. As Jo works the data, I comment: “If we could pump-up the emotional levels in sports with a mechanism that connects the thoughts and emotions of players on the same team, the thrill of sports would equal that of any war scenario. Emotional levels could be amplifed and tailored for each individual such that he or she would not have emotional scarring.” Jo: “The Military Intelligence community may have useful research on this technology, but they guard it like a mother bear and will set us on a wild goose chase if ask them for it.” “Let's see where the chase takes us.” I respond. CHAPTER 11, 2019 Maria, weaving the safety net

We enter a large office in the Pentagon, posters for the upcoming 2020 Olympic games in Tokyo decorate the entrance. Frank, now in his 80's, greets me. Age has mellowed him somewhat and there is a history between us that he is well aware of, and now, so am I. “So you're the new department head for strategic studies at NDU. Your reputation proceeds you.” Frank clicks on a remote control. The video screen beside them shows a combination gymnasium and research lab. Jo, previously reticent, has her interest piqued. The screen zooms in on a short, athletic Thai-American, in his mid 30's, sporting a Mohawk. Alex Jr. puts headgear on a dog, then places a cat in front of the dog's cage; they war. Frank: “Got a lead on your request. The man who uses this lab, we've been watching for some time, his work in many felds is noteworthy.” Frank lashes a manufactured smile and hands me a memory stick. “Here is his history and what he is presently up to. Good luck regarding his recruitment, we haven't had any.”

John provides me with some information on Alex Jr. His father, John's buddy, did not try to inluence his son regarding the military one way or another, but his trauma had a strong eeect on his son. According to Alex Jr., the military's social pecking order creates an unthinking obedience that inhibits a questioning mind. He has serious doubts about anyone in the military, but I have pushed the right butons, tweaked his curiosity; and Jo's lare as a gymnast is a considerable asset; he takes us into his lab. Along one wall are a dozen cages with border-collies wearing helmets. Alex picks up a helmet at his desk: “The dogs are wearing helmets which have a layer of tissue cultures. Tissue cultures are the most complex and sensitive instrument we have for measuring the electromagnetic radiation from all parts of the brain simultaneously.” ( 32br ain ) Alex Jr. shows us the tissue cultures on the video screen. “This headgear is based on the logical supposition that there cannot be any interaction between two atomic particles without there being actual physical mater between them and integrated with them. Extending from, and integrating with, every proton, neutron and electron in the dog's brain, is a physical reality which causes the push and pull between the protons and electrons. As the brain processes information, protons and electrons move along with the physical realty that extends from them. This physical reality aeects the motion of the protons, neutrons and electrons that make up the tissue cultures. Like eeects like even at a distance (33h). Watson ( 34w1 ) (34w2) (34w3) (34w4) analyzes the billions of pieces of data from the tissue cultures. In our programs we account for the eeects of temperature, humidity and other environmental conditions. Defnite paterns emerge such that we can predict with certainty what the dog is seeing and hearing; and the dog's emotional reaction to it.”

We get a lecture on a new physics, one leaning toward Tesla as opposed to 'Alice and In Wonderland physics' (Einsteinian relativity and Quantum Mechanics).

Jo: “If we had a device that could read people's minds we could integrate it into weaponry to prevent it from being used in harmful ways.” Alex, with a tinge of sarcasm: “That would be a change for the beter.” I catch the sarcasm, but take no oeense: “When are you planning on performing human experimentso” “I'm writing grants.” he says optimistically. “We have the best of everything in our labs; some of which you cannot get anywhere else. We'll cover any costs you incur, provide you with an income and some very talented research assistants.” Alex looks at Jo, Jo smiles. I give Alex my card which is a picture of my lab. Alex Jr. touches a circle on the card, a hologram of the lab appears. As he moves his fnger around the card, the hologram changes as if he is walking through the lab. He looks in amazement, touches the buton again, the hologram disappears. As we head out Jo points to the gym equipment. “Do you mind if I try it outo” “Be my guest.” Alex says invitingly. Jo's acrobatic prowess is spectacular. Alex joins in.

Feet up on his desk, Alex chats with an old friend on his video screen, a 48- year old organic farmer walking in a cedar forest. “David, the military just asked me to work for them. Fat chance with their history. Got to give it to them though, they sure know how to play me. Ooooowww [in reference to Jo].” David: “So what did they oeero” “Their research facilities.” “We have messed with the environment so badly we could soon have a major environmental catastrophe.” David picks a red pepper and holds it up to the sun. “They have clean energy technology that can help prevent this from happening.” He puts the pepper in his basket. “Get it.” CHAPTER 12, 2021 Maria, the birth of Watson Union

Jo and Alex Jr. make war on a chess board. Two large computers guide their moves. Alex Jr. is using the biggest and best at M.I.T. Jo's connected to the Pentagon's computer; it flashes a move, she moves her knight. Alex Jr. shrugs in defeat and gets up from the table. "Looks like you guys have the best computing power for mapping out the brain and all the thoughts in it." Jo: "The universities would have even a more powerful one than us if they could harness all personal and business computers." "Good-luck, you would need more people sharing their computer than going to vote in the elections." Alex is a skeptic. The chess pieces sparkle. So does Jo's eye. She has an epiphany.

It was a great excuse to call on the favors of an old friend of the family. Professor Hillman, was in his late 80's but still working at M.I.T.: "You're just like your mom, ideas coming out of your brain like the horse warriors of Genghis Khan. In his mind's eye, he sees Jo leading a team bicycles with trailers racing across the City of New carrying bike racks in the shape of white chess pieces. Jo and Alex Jr. gets New York University to challenge M.I.T. to a chess game. Both teams will build a computer network of all the business and personal computers they can link together in their state. It will be a combined effort by the chess and computer clubs of the universities. The City blocks of New York, from 1st Ave. to 8th Ave. and from 42nd Street to 51th Street are divided into a chess board. Bike trailers carrying a bike rack sculptures in the shape of black chess pieces line up on 1st and 2nd streets; the white pieces line up on 8th and 7th streets. When a piece is taken, installation crews drill a hole in the sidewalk and cement the bike-stand-chess-pieces in. A QR code on the bike stand allows provides information on the game. The chess game is the highlight of a computer exhibition. Hundreds of exhibitors selling computers, smart-phones and accessories sell their wares to crowds of people. A moderator stands in front of a large screen showing the network of computers in the state of New York, feeding information into New York's white chess pieces. The right side of the board has the network of computers connected in Mass. feeding information to M.I.T.'s black chess pieces. Google provides an areal view of the game so that both teams and their supporters can watch it on the Net and at the conference hall. Hundreds of exhibitors selling computers, smart-phones and accessories sell their wares to crowds of people. On the screen, New York's computer network flashes and sends a message to the queen. Jo, on a bike, carrying a black queen, arrives to meet Alex stationed on a bike carrying a white king. The M.I.T. celebrates. Construction crews cement the King and Queen into the sidewalk. Jo and Alex Jr. make hay setting up other competitions in Chicago, LA, Toronto, London, Japan and Berlin. On the screen, New York's computer network flashes and sends a message to the black queen.

Within 6 months they have over 100 cities throughout the world linking their business and personal computers; enough computing power to map out every thought and every sensory input a human receives throughout their lifetime.

CHAPTER 13, 2021 John, weapons, technology control, security systems for environmental disasters.

Maria is at the side of a large video screen giving a presentation to Frank, and myself. I'm now General John Stockwell. She has been on my radar for the last 20 plus years. We've done some amazing things together and I'm still transfxed by her. Beyond that, I'm wondering what she and my buddy, Alex's crazy kid has come up with. The video screen displays Jo commanding the pilot's seat in a three-seated helicopter. Behind her are Maria and Alex Jr. Everyone in the helicopter is wearing helmets that show the electrical activity of their brains. As they ly a few yards above the buildings, Jo views three Turkish traditional musicians at an inner-city park in Baghdad. A female bike acrobat, one foot standing on the bicycle seat, the other high above and behind her head, glides towards the stage. The audience opens a corridor for her as if they are part of the act. The female bike acrobat glides past two belly dancers. As the belly dancers do an oe-beat pause, doors open behind them revealing gunners. Simultaneously a signal is sent from Jo's MRH to a computer, then to nine lasers which instantly fre. The Gunners hands are hit before they can pull the trigger and their weapons destroyed. Maria: “This new mind-reading headgear eliminates the 1/4 second response time between thought and trigger. Even with distractions, our gunners are faster than any traditional opponent.” “Very nice. Destroy your opponents' weapons and injure them so they require care by others. We learned the eeectiveness of that strategy in Vietnam, the hard way.” (35) Maria clicks the remote: The video shows them lying over a roof, a man standing with his hands up, the video is simulating, as accurately as possible, a popularized Wiki-leak video where a gunner kills a man in a similar situation. (30) Maria: “The insanity of war make some soldiers do the wrong thing. They, and the other soldiers who witness it, pay for this indiscretion during their entire lives with psychological trauma and or they become criminal elements when they come back to civilian life (37a) (37b) (37c). The head-gear we have developed prevents weapons misuse.” A signal from Jo's MRH goes to the computer and then to a locking mechanism on the trigger instead of to the fring mechanism. The trigger locks, Jo reaches for and squeezes the trigger; squeezes it again. The man remains with his hands up. “A computer reads the gunner's thoughts and feelings, regarding the images. It blocks the fring mechanism when the gunner's thoughts go against the military code he has been taught, whether he or she consciously remembers it or not.” “We get into conlicts around the world that require social geniuses to manage, and then we send as our emissaries 20-year old kids, who don't know that the culture of the country they are sent to and often harbor personal issues they have not yet resolved. The problems they face are far beyond their knowledge and experience. Too often they lose it, and horrendous things occur that we then have to cover up. With this new headgear, we will know when the trigger is pulled unnecessarily and be able to deal with it without there being any tragedies.” “The fewer public embarrassments there are, the more money we can raise, with no strings atached.” grins Frank. I pose an all-important question: “How long do you think it will take other countries to get to where you areo” Maria: “Two to three years if they go it alone. But Mr. Ng has made no agreement in terms of secrecy, two months if Ng works with them. Knowledge about the potential of tissue cultures is widespread.” Frank: “We didn't invest 280 million dollars to fast track this project so that our competitors and enemies can get it tomorrow for free.” Maria: “There are good reasons to provide our allies with this technology; for a price and with conditions of course.” “Our most trusted partners in NATO could share the R&D costs.” I concede. Frank: “This invention will change the dynamics of warfare. A quick decision with regards to its use should not be made. Impress upon Mr. Ng our concerns.” I'm feeling excited by the prospects: “What other military and nonmilitary uses are there for this technologyo” Maria clicks the remote: Half the screen shows pictures of the tectonic plates underneath Seatle. “In many places around the world, the plates are stuck and ready to shift violently. One of the worst spots is siting just west of Seatle. A major earth-quake here is inevitable and it is overdue based on the frequency of earth- quakes that have occurred historically at this fault.“ “With our present, limited, understanding of exactly when an earthquake occurs, many people in the cities and towns along the Northwest Coast won't have time to escape. However, they will have plenty of time if we have the following in place: Institutions such as hospitals, prisons and schools could be built inside CMSs. These CMSs, will have their insides covered with an edible vegetation. The walls of the CMS radiate the necessary light for optimal growth. The entire CMS is a self- contained unit. At a moment's notice, these buildings can be lifted to safety above a volatile planet. They can relocate to another place on our planet or join together with other CMSs and exist independently in space. They are drones, for now, controlled by us, until we can guarantee the peaceful cooperation of every person on the planet.” “People entering the CMS must wear an MRH. If there is a pending theft of technology, the command center directing the drone can immediately bring the CMS to a secured base and or shut down the operating system.” People in the danger zone, outside of mobile buildings, will be picked up by roaming CMSs. Depending on how many CMSs we can make before disaster hits, and pending the situation on the rest of the planet, these CMSs can drop people oe in safe areas and go back for more people. If the disaster is world-wide, the CMSs are designed to join together to form self-sufficient towns and cities. They will create a system to connect these CMS-cities to CMSs that house major industrial and scientifc research.” “To prevent any tampering or technological theft, on completion of a roaming CMSs, they can be stored on the moon. In less than a second and a half, these drone CMSs can travel from the moon to any emergency site in the world. In order to maintain secrecy while increasing the construction of CMSs, they can be built at top secret bases by senior citizens who have decided to live their lives in restricted areas and wear the MRH for a period of time every day so as to monitor their thoughts. These bases can be stationed in volatile areas such as Yellowstone. People in these areas will build the frst prototype which will also function as their own escape vehicle. Communication with the outside world by nonmilitary personnel goes through military security. These conditions will remain in place until everyone has learned to read each others' thoughts and that there is a consensus about opening up this technology.” “To assist in the cost of building these craft, classifed military clean energy power plants inside US. military bases or preferably in space, could supply energy to the world's electrical grid. This would eliminate much of the global warming, climate change, pollution and their eeects that is caused by humans. The costs to countries for using this clean energy would be a small portion of the medical costs saved by eliminating pollution. These power plants could also be built inside of drone CMSs so as to prevent any possible theft.” Frank shakes his head: “Why are you waste my time with a such a built-in- heaven paradigm. Besides we have things under control. We are using Geo-forming techniques: drying out the West and increasing moisture in the East so as to delay the earthquake.” (38) Maria: “I am aware of this, but we don't understand this phenomenon well enough yet to guarantee anything. In fact, this geothermal activity may be accelerating volcanic activity in Yellowstone... An eruption at Yellowstone would be far worse than any earthquake on the West Coast. Yellowstone erupts on average every 000,000 years covering North America with ash. The last eruption was 040,000 years ago” Frank: “There will be people dying anyway. Our job is to protect this technology from spying eyes. No mater what protocols you put in place, there will be slip-ups, the answer is “No” with regards to the use of CMS technology, no mater how you wish to secure it.” Realizing there are more than a few issues on the table I try to steer a middle course: “This new headgear could mean huge changes. We should do some extensive research into what you are proposing, and what the spin-oes could mean.” Frank: “Whatever we do decide, consider it to be top secret.” CHAPTER 14, 2021 Maria, muscle movement and thought process

At the lab, I brief my co-inventors: “The seeds have been planted, but they want everything to be top secret.” Alex shakes his head in disbelief. “I didn't agree to this, it's too important a discovery to be locked behind closed doors.” Maria: “We are all aware of its importance. However, there may be ramifcations that we have not yet looked at. People do fnd ways of sabotaging every good invention. Careful study and experimentation afre needed before its release to the public.” “So what experimentation did they agree ono” “That has yet to be decided.” “By whomo” “The Chief of stae. It is an important technology that will have far-ranging implications.” “Ya right, its part of the collective knowledge we as humans need so as to know what the fuck is going on… for our survival.” Alex gets up to leave, he's beyond annoyed. Jo is devastated, I think those two have something going on. Alex, somewhat consoling to Jo, but more evasive to me: “Going to Canada to play with the polar bears for the summer.” Sensing trouble: “The military takes what they deem as top secret, seriously.” Alex sarcastically:“I literally meant polar bears, big, white and cantankerous.” He pues up and lifts his arms up like a bear. I'm not buying it, but I do not want to challenge his integrity: “When you come back, let's sit down with cool heads and see where this is going.” Alex shrugs, glances at Jo, and leaves.

Geting up oe the mat, Jo atempts to salvage the situation. “If we are going to have this technology out anytime soon we will have to get the military to start thinking outside the box. How about we stage my Rhino Gameso” I'm uterly dispirited at the loss of a rather special team member. My dream has crash landed. I want to focus on minimizing the damage, not on games from 'another planet': “They'll have to catapult out of the box to appreciate those games.” “Not when you add this to it.” Jo directs me to a computer screen: A customer walks into a drug store. A 3D infrared image of his muscle system appears. Jo: “I've been linking people's emotions with their muscle activity; measured in nanoseconds.” The customer approaches the candy aisle. Muscles around his saliva glands are highlighted. “The highlighted areas relect a person's physical needs and mental desires. This guy wants something sweet.” The screen shows a woman, the muscles around her mouth and crotch are highlighted. “This woman wants birth control pills.” A well-dressed man whose facial muscles, and those around the stomach area, are highlighted. All his muscles are lashing in an abnormal patern. “And this poor man wants to rob the pharmacy.” A security guard, with a kindly smile, wearing a head-set, approaches him. The security guard has a message from the computer regarding the possible intentions of the well-dressed man: “Can I assist you with your pharmaceutical nightmareso” he asks the man. The security guard instructs the computer to link him to IBM's Watson, who then provides him with prompts so as to beter resolve the well-dressed man's distress. Jo: “We could put a camera on the participants at the games and fnd out what motivates them; the Generals got to be happy with that.” I'm still 'gun shy' from our huge rejection earlier and stuck in my disappointment, but Jo has discovered something that could give us an edge. “Come on mom, give it a try.” she pleads. What can I say, this is my daughter, atempting to swing the tiger by the tail: “OK. I'm with you.” CHAPTER 15, 2023 Maria Rhino games, Interfaith Monorail

Jo and hundreds of students and military personnel from dieerent countries are in a gymnasium watching loor to ceiling, video screens displaying: hilly forested areas, desert, swamp-lands, rolling grasslands and mountains. Helicopters with zoom cameras view these playing felds which are 10 miles long and 4 miles wide. Jo is doing everything to keep control of her excitement. The 44 teams are paired together. Two countries or insurgent coalitions are teamed together. The combinations of countries and insurgencies are arranged to challenge both participants. The teams will play each other 10 times in ten dieerent combinations. In the frst game, the Hungarians are paired with the Russians, Japanese with the Canadians, the US. with the Taliban, Serbia with Croatia, Iran with Israel, Congo with Belgium, India with Pakistan and so on. In the second game, the Americans will team up with the Russians and play the Chinese – Tibetans-in- exile team. A team of 12 soldiers, 0 from each country (and a young rhinoceros of course… hence the 'Rhino Games') are at either end of each playing feld. The goal is to get the rhinoceros to the other end of the playing feld alive… Any way they can. On one of the screens, the Hungarian-Russian team has six soldiers, three from each country, pulling a young rhino up a path, feet strapped down on a 4 wheeled latbed made of logs. It's horn a luorescent orange (39) tied to the latbed, limiting movement.

[The orange horn has several GPS devices inserted in it. When the animal is in the reserve, towers continually track and charge the GPS devices. This conservation technology was developed to track and discourage poachers, dealers and buyers. Underneath the rhinos-skin is a device that monitors the heartbeat and sends out a signal when the heart stops. Poachers can be located immediately if they dare to take down an animal.]

The rhino fghts the restraints. Three soldiers clear the path through dense underbrush with machetes. Three other soldiers run ahead to engage the opposing team. On to the other end of this playing feld, in a pine tree forested area, the Canadian-Japanese team is atempting a more creative option: One Canadian runner, at a safe distance, is taunting the rhino, while two Japanese runners are maneuvering it with two ropes atached to its orange horn. Struggling with the rhino, they run her, as best they can, somewhat successfully, in the general direction of the path. Two trouble-shooters, keep slightly ahead and grab the rope when the runners, trying to direct the rhino with the rope lose their control and wind up on the wrong side of a tree. This scenario is happening far too often. The rhino is geting good at it. The Canadian runner gets brave and makes it personal with the rhino, who is now totally preoccupied with him. Charging up the path, the horn is geting dangerously close. The Japanese runners holding the ropes are struggling to fnd their footing as they are being propelled up the path. The out of control rhino is feeling her oats and the Canadian runner is geting tired. Out of desperation, to save his but, he leaps up to an overhanging limb, swinging over-top of the branch as the rhino runs underneath him, and in one motion pushes oe the branch to join one of the Japanese holding the ropes. Knowing there is trouble brewing, the rest of the team come to help control a rhino who is demanding her freedom. For an hour they are completely preoccupied with a very aggravated beast. By this time, the Hungarian - Russian team, which has already taken out the two lead runners from the Japanese – Canadian team, are able to score by geting the Rhino over their opponent's starting line.

I am glued to the monitor, watching the American-Taliban team at their starting line, batling a young male rhino, when General Alinejad, the senior defence strategist from Iran, comes in. General Alinejad was instrumental in assisting the Palestinians in Gaza both fnancially and strategically. They have successfully courted the moderates in Israel and embarked on a cultural fusion with Israel artists and musicians. Pedal-able musical stages frst started entering Israel on the weekends to entertain the Arab workforce in Israel with music and dance. Before long the entire Israeli society young and old were coming to mass bi-cultural events. Rigid security between borders started slackening and technology has begun lowing into Gaza, particularly food production and communications technology. General Alinejad confdes in me, brimming with excitement: “Good news, the monorail is complete and we have an agreement with Israel for more building exchanges.” We watch an extra wide monorail with clear domed sections of the roof, leaving a tall, spectacular looking synagogue in the heart of Tehran, speedily traveling above and around buildings toward Tel Aviv. Couples walk down an aisle, beside them, people perform yoga and dance exercises as the train passes through and around mountains. The monorail arrives at a mosque in Tel Aviv that is seemingly loating 30 stories above ground. Five clear round elevators, integrated into the corners of the mosque, ferry people up and down. Aware of his personal involvement, I suggest: “Let's go see the games. I hear your son is participating.” We join Jo in front of the screen showing the Taliban-American Team. The General looks around at all the dieerent screens with the mixture of 'historically chosen partners' in all the teams: “A new approach to the Olympics (40), as it was originally intended. No doubt with ulterior motives, but so do we.” The Taliban-American team has two, eight-foot poles atached to the rhino's horn. The rhino is thrashing back and forth and pulling backward. The two soldiers get it to run backward in prety much a straight line. Four soldiers run ahead. As they run they are increasing the distance between themselves and those managing the rhino. The rhino stops and charges at the Taliban. The Taliban uses the pole to vault around the horn landing beside the American. Together they lead the rhino in a 180-degree turn. Running ahead of the charging rhino, they use their poles to lift themselves up so as to extend their stride and gain ground on their lead runners. General Alinejad, in an affirmative tone: “Not bad.” “We've been fghting each other for so many years that we know one-another intimately and intuitively … Thank goodness for that', we couldn't agree on any decision on how to handle the rhino till the last moment.” CHAPTER 16, 2023 John, house raft

In a military boardroom, Frank and I sit with two computer technicians watching one female North Korean soldier and one female South Korean soldier running at an Olympic 800-meter pace beside and slightly leading the rhino, each with a rope around the rhino's neck. An Iranian gunner, General Alinejad's son, KoushAn, stands on the rhino's hind-quarters. Ropes are atached around the rhino's belly to KoushAn's ankles and to either side of his waist. Leaning back he looks through the scope on his rile, swaying it side to side. The other soldiers from that team lank the Korean women. KoushAn, looking through his sights, sees a US. and a Taliban soldier running over a hill. He shoots and hits the Taliban soldier; the Taliban's uniform lights up. The US. soldier dives forward, and rolls down the hill in a ball somewhat hidden by the tall grass. KoushAn tracks him in his sights, fres and lights up his uniform. The next two American-Taliban runners see what has happened at the top of the hill, dive to the ground, and crawl up towards the crest of the hill. They signal to the soldiers managing the rhino behind them who turn the rhino around in circles. Frank: “Are we going to win this tournamento” “Of course General says one of the technicians. This is just round one.” Given our team’s present predicament, I feel his statement is a litle overconfdent; but whose to say, Chenzaira's technology could provide some answers. Frank: “Win or lose we are learning more about our opponents than they are about us.” On the video KoushAn gives a peace sign/victory sign while still viewing the horizon with his gun sights. The Korean women smile at each other. “Find out what they know that we don't.” says Frank. The computer technician nods and begins typing on the keyboard, his computer shows an infrared image of the muscles of all the participants including the rhino's. Chenzaira's instrumentation has detected unusual tension in the forearm of both women, and a highly activated genital area of the rhino. Seems they were using some electronic device in their hand. I kinda felt there was some borderline manipulation of the beast. We walk away from the desk: “Ingenious pair those two are. We get to see how much each team is willing to bend the rules so as to win. Computers could extrapolate this information if a war situation occurred.” Frank, not the kind of person to hold back anything: “Don't get your hopes up, I'm sure she found out about what you put her father though in Brazil. I fgured out how Maria's concern regarding the West Coast can be managed without using classifed technology. Instead, inlatable house-rafts can be built with multiple air chambers, wrapped in bullet-proof Kevlar and liquid metal. I invite her for a ride. We strap ourselves to air seats against the walls. I cut the anchor. Flexible, paper thin, video screens shows us drifting down the river. Maria: “Where are weo” “The Potaro River, Guyana.” Maria: “I can image there is another part of the surprise that is about to happen.” The screens show us tumbling over the Kaieteur Falls. The air wall in front of us inlates. The screens lex as we hit the water. We are towed under by the falls then pumped up and down like we are on a yo-yo. There are two multiple layer chambers, the outside is stie the inside lexible like a crash pad. After a short tumultuous ride, we loat down the river. “We can have these placed on all the schools, seniors residences, apartments, offices, as well as on the beach and in the parks. With drills, people can learn to evacuate quickly and safely. It won't do for volcanoes or comet showers, but they are far less frequent.” CHAPTER 17, 2024 Maria, thought transfer technology

Jo oeers John a chair beside the computer; she hands him an MRH. I instruct John: “I would like you to imagine the assembly of the CD Bomber at your family's plant in New Mexico.” John puts the MRH on, a video screen in front of us shows an airplane assembly hanger: “That's my brother Jerry managing the assembly.” The screen shows the wings of this new super plane being moved towards each other. Eight airplane mechanics join the wings together. Six robot arc welders create a series of lashes simulating a rolling electric tread. John switches his thinking to the construction of CMS; the screen goes blank. John: “Very good.” “We put a block on anything classifed or private.” Jo passes John an MRH with a nacre-like outer surface; inside there is a crystal latice covering the tissue cultures. After a few minutes she motions him to take it oe and she puts it on. I watch the numbers and graphs on the screen; then type on the keyboard. The video screen in front of us shows engines hanging beside their encasement. A dozen airplane mechanics mount the engines. John: “Perfect, a complete transfer of thought. This is the cat's ass. Technical data could be directed to 1000s of workers. Our family could set up shop in any part of the world, we'd save a phenomenal amount of money on transportation and on training skilled people. The challenge would be to keep a tight hold on this technology so that it isn't leaked.” He phrases the next question thoughtfully, trying to pander to my ego: “You put this together without Ngo”. Mater of fact I respond: “He's very open with everything he knows; part of his creative genius. It was a logical adaptation of his thinking. And no he is not expendable, if that's what you are thinking.” “Your trouble.” he replies, referring to the task of working with Alex Jr. Changing his demeanor: “Can this be done with scientifc researcho” “We think so. Experimentation should start soon on reversing the aging process. If we are able to link the top researchers together and have a system of input from the rest of the world, we should be able to turn 90-year olds into Olympic athletes and Alzheimer patients into whiz-kids. People will enable people to relive the very best emotional and physiological moments of their life and go well beyond.” (41). Frank buts in: “Giving a billion idiots their 'Wheaties' back would be a disaster for population growth.” “It will be a new lease on life for people and they will be at a level of physical and mental strength the likes of which we have never witnessed before. These regenerated elders will be a fertile soil for a new renaissance. We will have the ability to solve problems like no other time in human history. And this sector of the population will be much more successful in the dating game than the younger ones, more energy, more experience. Also, women will not have to rush into child birth, fearing that if they wait too long their bodies will not create as strong or smart a child. Nor will one have the need for a child to carry on one's lineage.” Frank persists: “Without death, no mater how you play it, there will be overpopulation.” “If every couple wanted one child for the sake of the experience, the population would max out to double its present size.” “How are you going to limit the human rabbit to one child per couple.” “Once people see the increased strength and intelligence that rejuvenated cells have, they will arrange to do what is necessary to acquire this.” Frank “Patiently: “I take it that this is your personal project.” “Actually I am more concerned for you General.” Caught oe guard, John steps in: “The changes you are arranging for our world cannot be predicted by anyone.” “These changes are coming sooner or later, and beter that these changes be brought into the world by those with a social plan and without personal ego and personal pocket-book agendas.” John gets a lash: Russia, China and others could use this mind weaving technology to accelerate research into direct energy technology: “Fine, but that doesn't mean this MRH sees the light of day till we are confdent they will not be used against us. There will be no way to keep a lid on weapons development if this gets out of the bag:” Frank: “All your work and that of your associates must go through us.” From the look on Jo's face, I kinda knew Alex was up to no good, I didn't expect what was coming. CHAPTER 18, 2025 Maria, managing a loose cannon

The TV host and Alex are wearing army caps, the host has images of nebulae on his, Alex has polar bears. Out of their caps come a holographic image of a humongous rectangular ice cube, the ICE BORG, lying through star clusters. Mufti- shaped beings with army caps with nebulae on them are sandwiched into the cube. TV host: “I am the captain Quark and I have just come back from the ICE BORG with my compatriot, the inventor of this universe changing headgear, Alex Ng Jr. When the ICE BORG integrated this new technology into their own headgear all the inmates exploded from their frozen box throughout the universe.” He throws his arms up and out wide as the hologram of the ICE BORG explodes. The inmates rocket out into the universe. TV host: “They now communicate telepathically, and call themselves God.” Holograms of trillions of escaped inmates meditate, contemplate, dance, and investigate on billions of planets. A web of electron-magnetic radiation interconnects and vibrates between them. TV host: “May I introduce to you another guest: Governor Lorn Betwin.” The Governor struts onto the set in an expensive suit waving to the audience. TV host: “Governor, I hear your horse placed in the dressage.” The Governor smiles proudly. The host passes the Governor an equestrian helmet with nebulae decorating it. TV host: “Governor, strap it on and get ready for the ride.” The Governor buys in and straps it on. TV host: “What do you think about all the political scandals on YouTubeo” Governor: “In the vast majority of cases, politicians in the present political system can't aeord to take kickbacks.” A holographic image pops out of his hat of him opening the door, in a lavish hotel room, to a stunning oriental sex-worker. She hands him an envelope packed with money and starts to undress near the bed. The Governor rushes oe stage, the hologram image of his 'regular' following him, her holographic garments sailing into the audience. Back in our lab, Jo and I are watching the show. Alex: “Time for the public to insist that all government, police and military personnel use the MRH in front of a questioning public body, once a week.” TV host: “Or until we realize that they're all such terrible liars, and need to wear it all the time.” “I think the brass will not be too happy. Beter we fnd out how he got away with going public.” I give Jo a look. She knows. CHAPTER 19, 2025 John, the lady has to be reigned in

Steam is pulsating out of Frank's ears. I am wondering how long it's going to take the Russians and the rest of them to fgure out how to use the technology in the MRH for other purposes. So much for our 2-3 years of lead time. I push a remote to shut oe the video. Frank bellows: “Hello Colonel Gonzales.” Maria: “I'm in a taxi. Be there in less than 10 minutes.” Entering the board-room she stations herself at a location at the table oeered to her by me. She smiles as I extend her this courtesy. It strikes me just how lovely she looks when she shows her brighter self. As Frank and I line up as an opposing force across the table from her, a holograph of the newly elected President joins our ranks. A 38-year old, oriental, computer wiz, who has mesmerized the public with a new interactive entertainment network; donated it to an arm's length charity; then entered politics to fast-track this concept. He is on a steep learning curve after arriving at the White House. Frank: “Now that your new technology is in the public domain and we anticipate a huge public uproar, the President wants to be in on the discussion.” Maria: “Pleased you can be with us, Mr. President.” Frank: “Why were we, and especially why were you? Unable to anticipate this public exposition of technology that will destabilize” he grimaces as if in physical pain with his own sense of helplessness and anger “everything.” Holograms of hungry eagles suddenly appear in the air, projected from his MRH and ly around the office. Maria waits till the energy setles and the eagles dissolve. “We had a tail on Ng and so did you. He had everything planned well in advance, with support from members of the Canadian and US. police forces. Many of them wanted the MRH to become a reality.” Frank: “I know about the Canadians, it seems some of us present in this room do too.” Maria: “If introduced with the appropriate safeguards it would have far- reaching benefts in every feld.” Frank: “That has yet to be seen.” I add to the assault: “Do you have any idea how much it is going to cost us to reft our entire military, airplanes, tanks, guns, boats, submarines before all our enemies doo” Holograms of naval vessels sail the loor; tanks and artillery stream up the walls; and airplanes zip everywhere there is free space: Maria: “The modifcations to the headgear we have developed will increase our scientifc, medical and industrial production exponentially and will cover any costs we incur, many times over.” Frank: “This technology will remain top secret for some time. And Ng will know nothing about it.” Maria defends: “An agreement could be reached between all countries to bring in this technology gradually.” Frank: “We can trust them to do soo” “They can be encouraged to wear the political hat, and those that don't would be showing their true character.” President takes a look at me and Frank: “You are assuming we would be willing to answer all manner of questions while wearing it tooooo “Of course, the world is changing, and America should be leading that change.” Frank: “Clearly not fast enough for you. Time to have a talk with Ng. Have him in our office tomorrow morning. Thank you, Colonel Gonzales.” Though I love her dearly, the military can't have loose cannons no mater how bright they are. This lady has to be reigned in. CHAPTER 20, 2025 Maria, entertainment technologies

Alex couldn’t stay away from Jo. It wasn’t too long before we all meet to sort out dieerences. Slowly Alex is geting the larger picture. He's amazing when it comes to any kind of oe the wall innovation, but he's got a grudge in the worst way and it overtakes him. Which often prevents him from seeing the obvious. Hopefully, he'll gain enough life experience to control his demons before he gets locked-away or killed. I express my concerns: “This public exposé of yours will make it endlessly more difficult for the brass to have our work used for weapons control... And you could have made your point without going into the Governor's personal life.” “That's 'Showbiz'. The host said he got what he deserved.” “The public likes their privacy. Don't underestimate the military's ability to organize a media backlash using your indiscretion.” To his credit, he sees the importance of the larger picture and realizes he has given opponents to this new technology the opportunity to campaign against it. Alex goes back on the show to make an apology to the Governor and to reassure the public this won't be happening again. The Governor didn't show. The Host and the audience weren't happy that the MRH will not be used as an electronic pick-ax to dig up dirt on people's private lives. He made an eeort to see things from our perspective for a change. This was a monumental psychological shift. A couple of things led to the change. I think he missed Jo. He saw, in her Rhino Games, an approach he could identify with. Most importantly he got out to the public what he wanted. He considers the rest of the work to publicize this new technology a downhill journey and as such he can make a few concessions.

Alex and Jo celebrate with a night out. Alex strolling, Jo dancing down the street. Him, sporting a kilt and sandals, her in a sleek, one-piece suit. Looming above the rest of the trees is a seven-story artifcial tree, with large colored maple leaves that lash to a mystical rhythm. One of the President's new entertainment centers. Across the street from them is an Afro American in his late 20s with an over- the-top brush cut and a red-headed female hippie. Wearing head -phones and in rhythm to the lashing leafs of the tree, they play with drumsticks on newspaper boxes, lamp posts, and railings. On seeing Alex, the Afro American drummer puts his arm around Alex's shoulders. “Do you have any idea how much you will be loved and hated by people all over this planeto The power-brokers are not going to like you... Aren't you a litle worriedo” Floating on clouds, Alex replies: “The information on how to use tissue cultures is now public knowledge. There's nothing anyone can do now to stop it.” They exchange grins. Inside the artifcial tree, Alex and Jo, arms wrapped around each other, go up a staircase in the tree trunk which spirals around a clear elevator. People on the staircase, dressed to kill. Jo and Alex. At the second landing, the dome above them is made of leaves that lash to the music. The red leaves lash in sync to the base rhythm; orange leaves with the mid-range sounds; the yellow leaves to the high end; the green leaves to cymbals, bells, blocks etc. Two female aerial acrobats hang from the ceiling in alien costumes. A performer in a wheel-chair races across the dance loor and throws on the brakes. He is catapulted out of his seat, diving into two front rolls; landing in a siting position he swirls his arms and gyrates his body to the music. Moved by his performance, two hundred people join him in dance; some sit and dance with him on the loor. Drummers wearing earphones, in an arc around the dance loor, play electronic drums. On video screens in front of them are musicians and other drummers who also have video screens in front of them. The Afro American drummer, who befriended Alex, is accompanying an Arabic woman playing a djembe in an Egyptian garden. Egyptian male and female dancers and acrobats make the rhythms come alive along with a holographic image of Jo who is performing a dance routine. Inside the Maple Tree, holographic images of the Egyptian acrobats dance with Jo towards Alex, their eyes glued on him. Jo gets a signal. On her phone, she sees two large males and two females with body-clinging dresses, coming towards the musical sculpture. Printed on the screen: Russian-Hostile. Her support team outside have used her body language software in combination with existing face recognition software to spot all potential trouble- makers. “Russian under-covers; probably for you,” she says to Alex. He drops hard from his heavenly cloud: “The software is in the public domain. What do they want from meo” “You don't want to fnd out.” To his credit, he is on his feet quickly enough not to stall Jo's call to arms. She signals to three very physically ft dancers. They enter a costume room, Jo puts on a clown costume, Alex puts on a costume of a Roman Catholic Cardinal. One of her friends, with a similar physique, puts on a clown costume identical to hers. The two men put on gruesome ghost costumes, they knuckle bump. The clown passes Jo a dart gun which she puts in her over-sized glove. The headgear they are all wearing in their costumes interact with, manipulate and distort the surveillance equipment the Russians are wearing to search for Alex. The Russian undercover women search the frst landing near the staircase. The undercover men go up the staircase to the 2nd landing. Alex, wears a mitre {Catholic Cardinal's hat} lined with the latest MRH technology. With it, he controls holographic angels with trumpets circling above and around his head. Swinging a thurible, gushing incense, he daringly greets the two oversized undercovers with a shower of his godly oeering which inhibits their vision for a moment. Not realizing their prize is in front of them, they brush him away and pace through the dancers; hands in their jacket pockets concealing dart guns. As one of the undercovers approaches Jo, a holographic image of a nymph comes out of her clown costume and gropes him. The other clown hip bumps him. Jo then shoots him in the thigh with the dart gun. As he goes down, he instructs his cohorts in his microphone. “Get the clowns.” The two undercover women make a move up the staircase. Alex, with his angels madly gyrating to the music, plasters the crowd on the staircase with incense and chants in Latin from the Mass for the Dead: “Come to their assistance, ye Saints of God, come forth to meet them.” The two ghosts, in front of Alex, start to push everyone downstairs. The crowd on the staircase is being sandwiched. The 'Undercover Women' 1 and 2, in panic mode, are going nowhere. Alex continues the mass in Latin: “Ye Angels of the Lord: receiving their souls, oeer them in the sight of the Most High.” The remaining undercover male pulls out his dart gun and quickly goes after the clowns. Jo ducks down and circles around. The undercover reaches through the crowd of dancers, grabs the collar of Jo's clown partner and lifts her into the air. Jo now behind him shoots him in the but. The undercover women, in their sweaty dresses, fnally arrive at the second landing with everyone trying to leave except for their antagonists and six 'freaks'. They atend to their partners on the loor, slapping them awake. Alex, with 7 holographic images of himself all circled by angels blowing horns, starts to parade around the undercovers shaking his incense. In Latin: “Eternal rest give to them, O Lord; and let perpetual light shine upon them.” Alex is enjoying himself too much at the expense of the Russian ladies. Fortunately for him, I and four Military Police ly up the stairs to the second landing just as one of the female undercovers is about to lose it on him. We come out of the entrance with the undercovers handcueed as Frank and John show up with four trucks loaded with Military Police Officers. I am delighted: we got four bargaining chips. We leave the scene in a van in a jovial mood. Alex: “Your commanding officers look pleased.” “For now.” I remind him: “The generals want to see you tomorrow morning.”

Jo and Alex walk towards the dressing room. He. licks a remote: a wall parts revealing a hot-tub-shower with acrylic walls, loor and ceiling that form an aquarium containing spectacular aqua-life.

Alex whistles, showers come on, mist tumbles in the air. CHAPTER 21, 2025 Maria, Oh Hell

In the morning I take Alex to see the Generals. Frank: “Can we make a dealo We'll protect you from foreign governments who will want you, preferably alive, but, if they can't get that, dead. In exchange, we would like some cooperation.” Alex: “I'm all ears.” Jo has setled him. Frank gives me a quick look with an I'm-not-so-sure approval. I smile with caution. Frank: “You can work with us to fgure out how to get information from people who don't necessarily want to give it.” Buoyed by the acquisition of the undercovers, we sit at a table opposite to them. The undercovers are all wearing headgear. Screens above them show their thoughts. Frank and John are looking through a two-way mirror. I greet the captives with a smile: “You must be wondering what experiment we are puting you througho” The video screens above them become split screens. Half of all the screens show Vlad, the Russian General playing a grand piano in a large room typical of an intelligence center video screens lining the walls. The other half of the screens above the captives show the Russian undercovers fantasy: the male undercovers are strangling the two clowns, and one of the undercover women is drowning Alex in a Baptism Bowl while the other is deafening Alex Jr. with a huge angel's horn. I type on the keyboard and all the video images are shut oe except for Vlad. “Hello Frank, hello John, hello Maria. Figured this would be an appropriate way to reach your higher state of being, now that you have let this technological nightmare into the world. See how easily it is manipulated with today's computers in only a few hours. You do realize, that with this 'political hat', the classifed spacecraft you have so diligently kept secret for over 70 years could soon be available to all of the world's worst psychopaths. I'm scared. Aren't youo You should be. A lot of people, rightly and wrongly, want America's scalp. Can we get together and fgure out how to impede its spreado” We look at each other, the wind has been taken out of our sails. “Oh hell.” CHAPTER 22, 2026 Maria, high-tech terrorism At a border crossing between Mexico and Texas, six similarly decorated tractor-trailers line up for inspection. A border guard, earnest and suspicious, stands, while a jovial Mexican driver opens up the trailer door: “Lots of kids going to have fun with these this Christmas.” The border Guard looks inside with lashlight: boxes of model airplane motors and propellers are stacked in layers from loor to ceiling. The Border Guard takes out a box and studies it, takes out a manual showing the assembly. “Great, an educational toy, OK you can go.”

Motoring down a six-lane freeway in Washington DC., Mexican rock music ratles the cab, the driver is in a world of his own. Inside the trailer square metal boxes takes in the educational toys; assembles the motor and propeller; turns the box into wings and body of an aircraft; pops out an aircraft and absorbs another box. As the tractor-trailer approaches a cloverleaf, the roof rolls open and hundreds of small planes are catapulted up into the early morning sky. The driver, unaware of the holocaust soon to unfold, exits the highway. Within minutes the swarm of drones covers the early morning traffic for 10 miles in all directions. Squadrons of drones descend every 100 yards from each other. The front tire of a pick-up truck is hit by a Junkers Ju 80K-2 and thrown up on two wheels. Tools, tool boxes and a large welder ly out of the truck. The driver-less pick-up truck reacts to the explosion keeping the truck on two wheels; it misses two cars and piles into the third. An SUV swerves to miss the collision and slams through a guard-rail. An oil tanker, followed by a latbed tractor-trailer carrying I-beams have their gas tanks struck by missiles from two Russian MiGs. Explosions throw both trucks sideways. They break through a railing on a freeway bridge and fall down on the cars below. The oil tanker explodes. The lames destroy the straps that secure the I-beams on the other tractor trailer. The now bounce and somersault into the traffic below. The driver-less cars, without panic, arrange their positions to minimize damage, some are not so fortunate. Jo is in a driver-less, 2 seat, military taxi coming from the airport; detonations in the distance are geting louder. A tractor-trailer explodes ffteen cars ahead of her taxi; it jackknifes and a chain reaction unfolds. Tossing her laptop on the loor in front of her, and puting her arms around her head saves her as her taxi rams into a car; air-bags inlate. The taxi is rear-ended and sandwiched between two cars. She feels three more jolts before the chain reaction stops. Bolting out of the taxi she puts her hand on her ear yelling in her I-phone. “Multiple emergencies on the Beltway; send the fre units and ambulances.” Her military training is put to the test. She opens a car door to assist a large overweight elderly man who is semiconscious; undoes his seatbelt; shakes him awake; hauls him out of his car, and half carries him towards safety. Wearing headgear I pilot a huge army helicopter above two burning cars. Screens in front of me show what is below in every direction. Electric currents from my headgear go to a computer which controls hoses that dowse the lames on the cars as I move around them. Scores of paramedics and police on motorcycles arrive to take people out of cars. Two people from neighboring community run towards the accident scene with a makeshift stretcher. The SUV that had slammed through the guard-rail is lying on its side on the grass. A hippie couple shares a joint with three business types leaning against its roof. Considering themselves lucky, their laughter of relief is in stark contrast to everything around them. Later in the day, at a late night TV show, Jo whose hands are covered with a brown gel, sits with me. TV host: “Can you help us understand what happened last night, and what might be happening in the futureo” On the screen, a done operator at the Creech Military Base in Nevada directs a drone towards a target: two children (42) run. “We are teaching our foes the power of technology. It was just a mater of time before they sent their kids to school instead of giving them guns. Inevitably, they too. will end up spontaneously producing their own Tesla. And if there are no honest eeorts towards reconciling dieerences, his or her genius might be used to develop technological innovation that we cannot imagine or defend ourselves against.” Host: “So what do we doo” Jo: “On a temporary basis, if all those entering the country had to wear Ng's MRH, what happened on the Highways of our capital would have been prevented. Also, those Americans negotiating deals with foreign countries must wear an MRH, and we should encourage our foreign counterparts to do the same. The visual and thought data from the MRHs during negotiations must be open and easily accessible to everyone. All people will be able to judge our intent, so even if mistakes are made, there will still be good will.” Host: “What about those already in the country.” Jo: “This mind-reading headgear will lead to a much more open society. People will increasingly want to know what you are thinking. TV host: “How do we deal with the countries involved in this terror act.” Jo: “Our negotiators should live in the areas of conlict so as to understand things from their perspective and for them to learn from ours.” TV host: “What do you think America's response to this atack should beo” Maria: “The art of war is to strategically avoid geting into it, as we successfully did during the Cuban missile crisis and unfortunately didn't in Vietnam, Afghan, and the Middle East. Ng's mind reading headgear will enable us to directly address the hatred that various actions of our government have created in the past. Secondly, we should be encouraging all leads in the investigation to wear the headgear so as to fnd out in detail why this happened and how we can prevent it in the future. In time, as part of the popular culture, we will end up using the MRH to share experiences and points of view with each other, with officials in authority, with combatants and noncombatants on both sides of any conlict. We will learn to know each other in a way that will be more intimate than growing up in the same household. As a consequence of the use of this technology, it will become possible to realize others perspective and pain. We will all learn to see each other as equals and care about every single living being. This will be the end of all violent conlict. Host: “ I doubt America's enemies will want to wear it.” Jo: “Countries have to have really compelling reasons to go against the American and NATO military. The process of geting the information from the hundreds of people related to this tragedy, and having our experts and decision makers evaluate it, while wearing this mind-gear, will expand our understanding of human psychology exponentially.” Host: “It had beter, if we are going to prevent this happening in the future.” At a university hall in Tehran, professors sit at two long tables facing each other. Around them, 500 students wait nervously for events to unfold. We sit with the students. Everyone is wearing headgear. Large video screens are placed around the cafeteria with images of the participants and their thoughts. A computer analyzes the thoughts and enlarges the images relevant to questions asked. General Alinejad: “Who here knew the people that staged the drone atack in Americao” A video image of a student named Abdula enlarges. The images of everyone else are reduced. His image merges into a video displaying of him as a young boy walking towards his house in Pakistan as it is hit by a drone. He is thrown backward to the ground. When the dust clears he gets up and sees the mangled body of his mother. He runs towards her. In his mind, drones rain down on the cities of America. Abdula: “Maybe the Americans will think twice before they use their drones on us again.” General Alinejad: “Who makes that decisiono” On the screens, above dozens of students and professors, are images of US. military brass directing people on computers. They are in a fortifed bunker in the desert, completely unnoticeable below ground. Alinejad: “A terrorist act does bring atention to the plight of people, but terrorizing only the friends and associates of the elite is like hiting their guard dogs: their brains stop functioning and they either go into a submissive mentality or one of aggression; combine the two psychological states and you have an imperialist army willing to do the dirty-work of the power elite.” Abdula: “So what do we doo Sit passively while they steal our land and fnance dictators who keep us in povertyo” A student lifts his headgear up: “The liars should all be wearing this.” At the conference end, we have the names of the people who were most likely involved in the act. They were engineering students at the university seven years ago. Throughout America, politicians feed oe the despair. The US. President speaks, the video screen shows a hospital with beds and burn victims everywhere, many with sheets covering them. “If you have visited a loved one in our hospitals, then you are torn with grief over the immensity of this tragedy in our Nation's Capital. Those who perpetrated this monstrous assault must be taught that there is a price to be paid.” We have used the false lag, scenario, many times over the course of our history. Most often we create the incident, such as the sinking of the USS Maine to start the Spanish American war and the atack on the USS Maddox in the Gulf of Tonkin to start the Vietnam war (43). Only when we push a country to the limit as we did to Japan and Germany will a country take on the U.S. - British alliance, and only then, when they believed they have discovered new superior technologies. The countries in the Middle East were never under such an illusion. After the Vietnam war we did our best to bring our young officers back into the fold, people we searched the world for, and invested many years training. We lost many of the top recruits. Some that remained were seriously scared. Over the years these scared survivors, desperate for companions, started to recruit people into the intelligence network with similar dispositions ( 44 a ) ( 44 b ) ( 44 c ) ( 44 d ) ( 44 e ) (44f). This entire group was seduced by megalomaniacal pleasure seekers who feared that the end of their privileged way of life was imminent and there was a need for drastic action. This manifested into a psychotic foreign policy with no rulebook, and the frst really big assault on the U.S. public with classifed military technology: the 911 fasco ( 45a ) ( 45b ) ( 45c ) ( 45d ) ( 45e ) ( 45f ) ( 45 g) ( 45 h) (45i) (45j) ( 45k ) ( 45l ) ( 45m ) ( 45n ) ( 40o ). Thanks to the internet, things started to unravel for this group during the Syrian crisis. Eventually, it got rectifed by a movement inside and outside the military for a psychological evaluation of politicians and military personnel. The personal connections between militaries, along with newly rediscovered art- therapy did assist in bringing back a level of sanity and idealism to our world. CHAPTER 23, 2026 John, industrial military complex

Jerry and I court two government officials, Ron and Dave, at one of our family's armament factories. At an early age, Jerry's shrewdness when it came to money, caught the family's atention. With many of the family in the military; with me, head of R&D, our family is in a very competitive position. Some may call it a conlict of interest, others may see it as a unity of interest, depends on what you do this the money. Outside the factory, Jerry recently built a mock section of a 0 lane highway; it's the testing ground for a new defense system against drone atacks: Three laser guns are mounted at the top of the light posts. In between the light posts, on a modifed guard rail, another 3 laser guns are on a track which allows the lasers to slide between the two lamp posts. Ron a tall lanky earnest fellow, readies his camera. Thirty drones, similar to the small planes used in the Washington early morning rush hour atack, are released from the top and side of a van moving in the second lane. The lasers shoot them down instantly. Ron: “Hell that was too fast.” “All the beter,” says Dave, a seasoned government purchasing agent. He looks at me and Jerry: “Looks like you guys saw this coming.” Jerry: “0,330 miles away.” Dave: “So what is this going to cost us to install them in all the major citieso” “For America’s safety, we will have to guard 7000 miles of freeway. Including installation, that will be four trillion, three hundred and ffty-six billion, allowing for inlation… give or take...” He shrugs helplessly at the automatic 'formula' of everything absolutely going over budget. Ron seizing the opportunity for some inside info: “Why they didn't atack the Pentagon with drones is a mystery to me.” He looks at Jerry inquisitively expecting an answer from him. Jerry acts stupid. What he is told goes no further. The group that organized this atack was well educated, they knew that the Pentagon is the most guarded institution in the history of mankind, on a whole range of levels. An atack doesn't succeed unless it fts into our scheme of things to come (40). The contract is signed. Jerry, alone in the office with me, puts on one of the mind-reading 'caps' I gave to him for experimentation. A hologram forms with him on a bed of money. He slides a wad of bills across the table in my direction. This is a ritual which happens after each successful contract. Except for this time the bills are a hologram. I shake my head like I have for the last 15 years, [the military takes care of me beter than I need] the holographic wad in his hand vanishes, his bed of bills pues up. “What's the prognosis on the new mind-reader: when will it be available for me to use,” Jerry asks, his eyes hungry with expectation “Colonel Gonzales is testing the parameters to ensure no information is leaked by your employees.” As I leave the office, Jerry unable to contain himself: “Gone to bed with her yeto” I smile. I had designs. But something tells me she knows about Brazil. CHAPTER 24, 2026 Maria, Iranian response

Alex Jr. and Jo are entwined on the Genera Alinejad's couch watching the President of Iran speak: “We will do everything in our power to assist the victims of this murderous atack. Today we are donating three billion dollars to the accident victims.” Iranian reporter: “The Americans are saying that those responsible for the atack were educated in Iran.” “We and our educators are wearing their mind-reading headgear, in consultation with them, to help determine those responsible.” Alex Jr. never missing an opportunity to 'brighten a moment: “Do you think we'll go to war to avoid using ito” General Alinejad does not greet his humor well. CHAPTER 25, 2026 John, war as diversion political analysis with computer technology

As if orchestrated by the collective unconscious: The US. President, watching the Iranian President, responds to Alex Jr. 0,330 miles away: “That's the last thing we need is for the Iranians to set a precedent using that fucking headgear.” Frank: “Two of the organizers went to university in Iran. In this day and age, giving the wrong person an education is like giving the wrong person an atomic bomb. Iran is a hotbed of anti-American fanatics ready to explode. We are presently at the most dangerous point in human history ever.” President: “There is no precedent for going to war when the perpetrators are from other countries, and no fnancial assistance was given to them.” Frank: “Time to set a new one. Come, we'll show you why.” Presidents often get in the way of our eeorts. This President had learned the lessons of history. (47) We board a CMS the size of an aircraft carrier. Instantly, we are over the ocean, in front of a towering Antarctic ice clie. Frank: “We have spent as much eeort to keep this technology secret as we have in its development.” I type in some commands: “Let's throw a litle light on its power.” The CMS turns into a glowing ball and burns a tunnel in the ice clie; water gushes out of the tunnel. Two miles into the ice shield I lift the CMS up through the ice. The CMS is now a mile above the continent. We see the water pouring out of the entrance of the tunnel like a diamond necklace being stretched out to the ocean. “We have no defense against the misuse of this craft.” I direct the CMS to appear at the doorstep of the White House, Pentagon, House of Representatives, the Congress, the parliaments of Canada and England, the government legislatures of France, Germany, Italy, Russia, China, India, Japan all within 10 seconds. The president awakes to the reality. We have his atention, I remark: “I could have done this much faster but then you would not have seen anything.” Frank: “If there's public access to this technology we are doomed. With Ng's new MRH it will be virtually impossible to keep it secret. The last thing we want is a protest movement around releasing this technology. Our only hope is to delay it so that we can fgure something out.” “President, do you think he is aware of what he is unleashing.” Frank: “You give him too much credit.” I move the CMS to the military headquarters in Iran. The computer screen in front of us shows electromagnetic felds radiating in complex paterns from the industrial complex there. We have provided the appropriate clues and the rationale to the leaders of every country in the world not to experiment with CMS technology. Some leaders paid no heed, their countries paid the price, Serbia and Iraq to name a few. Frank: “Iran is experimenting here with technology that will lead to a CMS.” With the new mind-reading technology the knowledge of how to make this will spread like a wild-fre. Can you imagine what would happen if some of the disgruntled students they teach got a hold of ito This facility has to go without anyone knowing why. A war based on the drone atack in Washington will allow us to do this.” President: “The public now know that 911 was an inside job, so we can't just invade... And there's a Canadian initiative to resolve this conlict that has the support of the 100 countries. It will make America look very good if we use it” Frank: Watson Union. “The President is going to leave the most important decision in the last 1000 years up to a computero” I add. President: “As we speak it is processing millions of proposals, from every corner of the world, to resolve this conlict. Every day, with ever-increasing entries, Watson Union arrives at more ingenious proposals. In the past two weeks, not one of its outputs has included an armed military option.”

I was quite aware of it. China was mass producing the MRH and distributing them to almost every country. There were so many MRHs out there that they could make a requirement to have all data going into the Watson Union veted by an MRH. Lies will considerably slow down any process. They had expanded signifcantly on the Watson computer by combining it with supercomputers in China, Russia and around the world. Ideas from the world internet, on the resolution of any conlict, would be fed into the Watson union. It would process these ideas and determine the best and fairest outcome for the individual nations directly in the conlict and for the whole world, including America. Ideas with a typical military option did not fare well when the super- computer started kniting together a series of populist ideas.

Frank: “A lovely strategy, but we don't have the time before the Iranian CMS is operational.” President: “The MRH could be used to prevent its misuse.” Frank: “There are people who will fgure a way around it.” President: “Well you're going to have to, because I'll be wearing it to explain to the public why we are at war.” Frank looks at me: “Leave that with us.”

CHAPTER 26, 2026 Maria, It's what you make it

John notifes me as to their decision to go to war. We could have brokered a deal with Iran, as we did in 2010 with their nuclear research, but, the military families, seeing the potential for easy war proft, had an inluence on the military option (48). Seeing the potential for disaster I return quickly to the US. to challenge the logic of pursuing a war.: “For years you had the opportunity to oeer Iran virtually free clean energy and a space-age ambulance system, now they've embarked to get it on their own.” John:”How did we know they had the smarts to fgure it outo” “Awake to the human potential in virtually everyoneo” [I have been wanting to get that out for years. We are at the brink of a wonderful transformation if we can get beyond our foolish prejudices.] “Why don't you sit down with them and work out an agreement where both countries supply the entire world with clean energy. With money saved from the reduced health bills, you could provide every household a means to supply their own organic food. These savings could be redirected into reversing the aging process and developing nano-molecular machines or blood robots to assist the body in the accomplishment of the super-human tasks we soon will be faced with.” Frank: “Ya, then protesters could piss on us from forty meters away. Besides this is totally against our normal behavior patern, they'll realize something is up.” “They already have, along with most of the scientists in the world. As we speak tens of thousands of them, in this country alone are searching for a clean nuclear energy source. An appropriate agreement with the key players in the world to safely share this technology would eliminate the need for this research.” Frank: “You have too much faith in human nature.” “Human nature is what you make it, good or bad.” Frank: “You can lecture on that at your university.” CHAPTER 27, 2026 John, muscle movement identifcation The sky of Me Shed, Iran, is furious with missiles, drones and explosions. Lasers from the US. and Iranian military flls the sky with light as they hit drones, tanks and armored personnel carriers. We decimate a 1/4 mile of buildings, creating a path for the American column. As we roll in, a series of huge explosions throw many of our tanks and armored personnel carriers high into the air, causing some of them to land on other personnel carriers. We clear away our own debris and keep rolling. Gonzales et al are in the university auditorium packed with students and teachers. A large screen is behind a panel of military dignitaries siting to the side, I'm among them. On the screen, the US. President is standing in front of a church entrance with dozens of reporters. An aid passes him an MRH. President: “Regarding your questions about our use of the MRH to verify intelligence reports: we have done all this.” A halo appears above the MRH. The reporters and the audience feed on the blood pudding. Being prepared for war means being able to mobilize the nation at a moment's notice. It is essential that we have key people in all the mainstream media that do what they are told when we deem it critical. These people buy into our world view and often act independently for us (49). The MRH was making it difficult for us, people were now demanding that news anchors and dignitaries wear them. Alex's phone vibrates. He whispers to Maria: “Someone has reconfgured the program.” She sadly nods in agreement. I look sternly at her. Alex Jr. gets up and leaves. With my eyes shooting bullets, I let her know trouble is brewing. She responds and motions to Jo to follow him. Jo makes an atempt to console Alex, keeping pace beside him as he speeds out of the building and towards the bike rack. Alex: “I promised the Generals that I would work under their guidance and supervision, but this is madness.” Jo cautions: “Sometimes it's good to let things setle before any [rash] decisions are made.” “It's out of my hands. It's already done.” Alex peddles away. Panelists sit in a 'Bill Mar style seating arrangement beside the Host. He directs their eyes to a video where Alex Jr. sits at a large screen. Alex: “The MRH the President was wearing was tampered with. There is now no justifcation for rushing to war when Watson Union has the ability to amalgamate proposals from the best minds on this planet at the speed of light.” Alex types on a keyboard and a sequence of inputs coalesce on his screen. “Watson Union shows how each idea reacts to other ideas and its response to people's needs and people's ability to deliver. People can further develop their positions and argue Watson's logic.” A young panelist: “In the past the internet grew in popularity because people had a new vehicle to speak. Watson Union now allows people to be heard.”

The Watson Union inputs and synthesizes peace proposals on the conlict we have with Iran regarding Iran's education of radical militarists. What they don't know yet, and have not put into an algorithmic equation, is the CMS technology Iran is pursuing. Political participation has increased 108 fold and continues to rise. The more ideas that Watson Union amalgamates and synthesizes, the more likely it will discover our motives for the war, or at least present this as an option. We don't have much time to wipe out their research facility.

In the interrogation room, Jo is on one side of a rectangular table; I escort Maria to sit beside her. Frank: “Seems, we need to make an impression regarding your supervision of this extremely important and potentially dangerous technology.” Jo looks to mom, mom replies with her body language: it's not the time for debate. Frank: “Do I have to educate either of you as to why this is a top down organizationo... Good, you will be spending some time thinking about this while we fgure out what to do with you and your research projects.” Frank is upset, and fgures I'm responsible for the bad press. I make amends: The American military, for the past 100 plus years, has been and remains the world's most accomplished pirate of scientifc and technological innovation. Frank and four generals come to see my newly acquired booty. I stand at the video screen with my hand on a camera: “A new system of identifcation has been developed using Chenzaira's body language technology. I propose we use it to catch her boyfriend.” The bunch of us smile like kids stealing candy. “There are over 050 muscles in the body. Everyone has their own muscle confguration, based on the length of the muscles, their relative tension and their fring patern in relation to each other. It is just like a fngerprint. As we input data, we will soon discover the million and one peculiarities of every individual muscle. This camera measures in nanoseconds. It is fted with high powered zoom lenses and infrared sensors. We can identify the person in a split second, whether he or she is moving or not. I suggest we program our CMSs with these algorithms and set up additional cameras. We can monitor the movement of every person on the planet and know their intentions. The masked bandit and suicide bomber will be a thing of the past: If someone creates a crime, then a week later, runs past a security camera in a variety store that captures the motion of his legs, there will be enough data to recognize him.”

We sit at a table in front of reporters. I put on an MRH, holographic images of peace doves ly out of the MRH as I speak: “Some are accusing us of murdering or kidnapping Ng. None of this is true. He has supposedly accused us of tampering with the MRH the President uses. Wherever he is, let him come out and make those accusations to us publicly so we can respond to them.”

Our CMS is 100 miles above New York, it circles in a 200-mile radius every 5 seconds; with the perihelion motion that changes the angle of rotation by 30 degrees; the overall radius is 500 miles. A thousand cameras are mounted in the botom of a clear observatory. Two hundred atendants watch video screens atached to the cameras. Images are lashing by so fast the screens are almost a blur. An atendant focuses on a window in a 30-story apartment building. A well-tailored gangster has a short stout man up against a wall with a gun in his mouth. The man reaches behind and takes a yellowy-brown stained bag out of his backside and passes it to the gangster who walks to the table, rips open the bag and pours out a dozen pieces of crack on the table. Gnarled female hands rush to grab, the gangster throws a crumb to the dealer. A caption reads: WANTED FOR MURDER AND ARMED ROBBERY. A section of the screen shows the gangster wearing a mask of a chipmunk while robbing a bank. [His way of gathering 'nuts'.] Data on the muscle size and activity appear. I send the information to the New York Police. Half an hour later I'm circling Chicago. This time information is sent to me from a CMS in San Francisco, it's an image of Ng with a huge sombrero geting into a silver van. The CMS zips across the continent to San Francisco Bay. The deck of an aircraft carrier opens up. Our CMS appear in the opening. Frank and I, with a group of marines, hurry across the deck towards four helicopters. Frank collapses on one knee holding his heart. We stop to help. Frank groans: “Get on with your job.” The ships medics run out towards us. Frank: “Go.” I board my copter; we take light to a freeway where police cars and army vehicles have cut across the freeway one intersection ahead of Alex's van. The traffic starts to congest, his van slows to a stop. The copters descend and hover above the traffic. Twelve Marines slide down ropes to the ground. We surround the van holding assault riles. I knock at the back door. Ng shrugs, opens the door to face me. As we walk to the helicopter I think back to all the times his father and I shared life on the wire. I express my disenchantment with events: “You will probably be spending the rest of your life in jail. Such a loss.” “Well that's easy enough, let me go.” he replies. “In the not too distant future people are going to catch on to your lies, and there will be troubles brewing you cannot protect your people from. I am working on technology that will help prevent an ill conceived revenge. You need me.” “We now can do it without you.” [As I said before, we are the best technology pirates in the world.] Ng is obviously mieed at that comment, but he can't let it get to him, the writing is on the wall: “How is Colonel Gonzalez.” “Are you thinking she may save your ass againo Not likely, she and your girlfriend have been incarcerated for their complicity in your misadventure.” “They weren't complicit at all.” “We had to put your ass in jail, they should have.” Gonzales could have and should have prevented all this from happening. We frst bought into a technology that would increase our reaction time and reduce weapons misuse. Due to her mismanagement, it has entered the public domain and has manifested into a foolproof lie detector that can read one's intimate thoughts and is terrorizing the entire political system. A technology that is disintegrating the walls of secrecy we have spent years to create. To her credit, the new mind-weaving MRH with the crystal latice will increase our weapons production and development exponentially. I check Frank at the hospital. He has been like a father to me, and now his condition does not look very good. I use IBM's Watson to fnd out the best medal approach for Frank. A team of medical and software experts make a number of suggestions as to how to focus Watson. Watson's conclusion is to put considerable eeort towards the reversal of cellular senescence. CHAPTER 28, 2026 Maria, reversing cellular aging

John oeers Jo and myself a reprieve: We'll get your wish regard to reversing the aging process. I pay my respects to Frank: “Give him our best wishes.” A few days later I drop into John's office and presents him with what looks like a watch. A watch plus. With the funds alloted to us, we can accomplish a multitude of research projects. The bracelet detects oxygen, water, nutrients and toxins in the blood, sends the data to Watson who analyzes it and sends its prognosis back to myself and to his general practitioner; occasionally physically notifying the wearer when needed. “You and Frank be needing this at your age. When a person is under stress, breathing is often restricted, at the same time, the stress demands more oxygen, a double whammy. When you move quickly or bend to pick something up, there is insufficient oxygen and water for the heart and back muscles which are interconnected; there is a feed back 'loop' between them. The lack of oxygen and water when these key muscles are under extreme stress is what actually causes most back seizures/spasms and heart atacks. This bracelet provides an advance warning for impending heart and back seizures before they happen. It has a GPS that is monitored by a medical emergency team. Check in with me tomorrow. I'll show you the research facility we set up to get Frank back up on his feet.”

At the lab, John wants to keep an eye on everything via a ¼ sphere-shaped video screen atached to the walls and ceiling. It has a motorized camera below it. The camera rotates to where his eyes are looking. Five of these screens in the lab allow him to watch everything. The 20 scientists in my lab have direct contact with scientifc groups around the globe. I stored the experimental work and thoughts of millions of scientists into the headgear they are wearing. The scientists will each have their own way of directing Watson to amalgamate all the questions and suggestions that are coming in from universities and research labs around the globe. A primary goal of the team is to release the blocker on the telomerase gene so that telomerase can repair the telomeres. Telomeres are nucleotides that protect the ends of the DNA during cellular division. In every cellular division, a telomere is lost. When a cell loses the protective telomere shield, made from many telomeres, it malfunctions (51). We will also optimize ion transfer between cells [inter-cellular communication] so as to prevent cancerous growth. Another primary goal to trigger the DNA to produce those proteolytic enzymes necessary to re-metabolize all the malformed proteins in the cells.

CHAPTER 29, 2026 John, war and gaming software

Throughout Tehran artillery guns and rockets are mounted on top of apartment roofs and inside apartments. Drones, with rockets and lasers atached to them, blanket the City. A storm cloud of US. drones approaches Tehran on the horizon. As millions of drones move towards each other, a huge carnage in the air occurs; This monster fre-storm slowly makes its way to the City Throughout the Tehran, hidden cameras on balconies view the American troops, tanks, armored personnel carriers and missile launchers entering the streets. Three Iranian teenage boys and two teenage girls are at video screens showing an American tank. Parents, over their shoulders, watching. A teenager directs a drone to circle around his building and towards an American tank. The guns on tank hit boy's drone. A girl clicks a mouse and a rocket comes out of a garbage bag on the street hiting the tank. A split second later, one of the boys, also hits the tank with a rocket shot from a drone lying over the roof of his apartment. A lurry of missiles from missile launchers decimate their apartment. In reply over 20 rockets are shot at the missile launcher coming from all directions. Male and female soldiers inside the missile launcher on seeing the rockets fred at them simultaneously, begin to curl up in preparation for the impact. The launcher's missiles explode like a chain of frecrackers.

I Skype Vlad: “Thanks for not geting involved, but the Chinese have just supplied the Iranians with 3 million drones, 5 million rockets and two hundred thousand control stations. We can barely produce enough hardware to make any headway inside the cities. Can you put a word in to them to slow down.” Vlad: “Unlikely, they have half their neuroscience students building those damn mind readers. Like ours, their political system, at every level of government, is in an uproar. The war is a diversion for them too... How is it aeecting your ability to governo” “We put Ng out of commission, but he made sure there would be a thousand others to take his place. There is a mass movement to manufacture the MRH. Over 80% of the elected politicians have resigned, they can't deal with the questions coming at them.” CHAPTER 30, 2027 John, smart war robots One of the buildings in Jerry's factory in India is dedicated to the building of drones. The roof on the last quarter section of the factory has been rolled back. Ten drones are sent skyward every second. The drones reach a height of one kilometer and they level out. A stream of drones stretches as far as the eye can see. Jerry and I video conference while he is at the control panel of a wind tunnel testing a drone. I am concerned about the loss of life we have sueered in this war; unnecessarily considering the age of technology we are in: “Looks like we need more computerized lasers, rockets and guns in our drones to defend the armored vehicles, there's too much for a human operator to deal with. Talk to the military's 'humanist' I will be sending to work with you; she has an idea for the armored vehicles.” “Your lovely witcho” I decline response.

Maria is summoned to my office. “I have a deal for you. Presently 2300 Iranians and 280American are dying every day. I want you to reft all our weaponry, and all the Iranian weaponry with your mind-reading technology so that soldiers will be injured not killed.” t “You made a deal with Alinejad.” “Yes.” “I wonder what surprise is left in store for himo” I smile.

Maria modifes our armored personnel carriers and tanks: A tank rolls out of the factory for a test run. Four operators, wearing headgear, sit in a room shaped like the inside of a tank. The walls, ceiling and loor of the room are covered in video screens. As the tank motors through an obstacle course, robots with guns and grenades pop out of their hiding spots. On seeing the robots, signals are sent from the headgear of the operators to lasers in the tank, which hit the robot's hands or knees and their weapons. As soon as the tanks successfully pass the test run, they sent into batle to be directed by teams of people in the US. CHAPTER 31, 2027 Maria, war without death A month after the frst drone tanks enter the batlefeld, a stadium in Tehran is flled with beds and chairs where 1000s of soldiers and partisans have their feet and or hands wounded. Medical officers give the Generals a tour. Medical officer: “They're burning our soldiers and civilian fghters with frequency combinations that are inhibiting the cells ability to heal.” General Alinejad: “Wars used to create acres of tombstones, now they create acres of hospital beds. It will bankrupt us for generations.” The Generals watch an Iranian doctor and an Iranian nurse take the bandages oe a soldier's badly burned hand. Medical officer: “The Americans are oeering to heal our soldiers in exchange for twenty drones per soldier.” An Iranian Colonel remarks: “They are turning war into a board game. Let the soldiers decide.” Alinejad: “That's puting the burden of guilt or years of sueering on them...Most won't accept the American oeer as a mater of honor.” Iranian Colonel: “Ten drones per soldier after they're recovered.” General Alinejad shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders, it's a yes. CHAPTER 32, 2027 Maria, Iranian research speeds ahead

At the Iranian Military Headquarters, lasers powered by the underground nuclear power station keep control of the sky above. American drones, wary of the lasers, hide behind buildings. The war prevents us from geting information on the Iranian eeorts to develop their CMS technology. [John couldn't take a chance of having one of their CMS shot down.] The Iranians are building their wave jet as fast as the Americans were winning the war. General Alinejad is with an Iranian CMS Engineer who is siting in front of a screen detailing the frame of a saucer-like CMS. In front of the screen, panels are being welded onto the frame by six welders. To Alinejad's side is a screen which shows the batle in the city and the American advance. An Iranian officer runs to him: “The Americans are about to take your sister's building.” The General's sister Farideh, a slender woman in her late 00s, is beside herself: “What are we going to do if they see all the pictures of you and the family; they will arrest us all. If I hide the pictures they will see their impressions on the wall. They will search the apartment.” “Take the pictures out of the frames. Paint the back of the pictures with those paints I bought you that got stored in the basement locker. Hang the artwork back on the wall. And cook some strong spices.” The family mobilizes. Farideh's daughter and husband get busy taking pictures apart. Teenage granddaughters paint the backs. Her sisters fry up spices, curry, onions, garlic in the kitchen. A young grand-nephew paints a clown face on young grandniece. He photographs her on his phone, punches the keypad and a picture comes out of the printer. He shows it to her quickly. She smiles as the light show and explosions accelerate. A teenage granddaughter throws a handful of paint on the back of a large picture that she has smeared with her hands. A loud knock at the door. “Open up, US. Military.” Farideh: “Cominggggg.” She hides the last unfnished artwork in a drawer and rushes to open the door. Gaining composure. “Welcome gentlemen.” Three American soldiers enter with machine guns in combat-position. They take a whie of the mixture of paint and spices: not pleased. Farideh: “I do hope the new regime you install will be more favorable to modern artists and advanced social thinkers.” The American Soldiers look at the paintings. “Right lady,” says the one in charge to the other two: “let's go.” The American Soldiers leave. Farideh collapses on the couch, weeping uncontrollably in a pillow to mufe the sound as her family gathers round to console her.

CHAPTER 33, 2027 Maria, technology misuse

Jerry strolls towards me with his gang of supervisors and two American military technical advisers: “Never seen people work so quick and lawlessly before.” he says. The plant is bustling with activity; workers run from one point to the next. Jo and I are seting up work stations for assembly workers on the new tank line. All the Westerners wear headgear and a microphone on their shoulder. Their thoughts go from their headgear to a computer that translates their thoughts into Hindi, and sends the electronic data to an amplifer, then to the speaker. The Indians have a similar system that translates into English. Jerry strides up to us in a defensive mode: “We need surveillance of our workforce, to see who's got our best intentions at heart. We would like to engage a percentage of the workers in a range of experiments, some with our typical instruction format and some with no instructions. While the workers are engaged in this experimentation, we will want our supervisors here to know what the workers are thinking about a variety of issues. The others that are not tested will get the drift. Can you arrange it so everything will work nicely.” I look at him saying, with facial language: this is unfortunate. Jerry: “It is war, we are allowed to do such things.” “It could backfre and they could soon be reading your thoughts.” “We'll take the gamble.” I look at the clock on the wall: “The day has ended.” We head out of the factory to our housing units. Jo: “We develop a technology to keep people like him honest. Now we are using it to lead a witch hunt.” I am wishing it wasn't so, on a whole range of levels. We are in an age where communication and conlict resolution processes can be sourced from the world's populace to solve any disagreement. The negative forces of war are geting to her, and maybe to me too. From this time on, Jo wears a hijab in protest. In my bachelor that night I respond to a knock at the door. Jerry hands me an envelope. Jerry, respectfully: “John thought you should get this.” A newspaper clipping shows Alex Jr. in handcues. It reads: Truth activist gets life for disclosing military secrets. Next morning I am on my headset to John. Jo has taken the news hard. He is expecting a backlash and tries to be as cordial possible: “Sorry to hear about Alex. Thought you should get the news about him.” “Thank you,” I reply. “Nasty fucking business war is.” “You got that right; especially when it's completely unnecessary.” “You are welcome to your opinion. In private of course.” “Why don't you sit down and talk to the Iranianso” He dodges: “How is Lieutenant Chenzaira managingo” I ignore the dodge: “Alinejad is more than reasonable. You can work out a deal with him that will beneft everyone and make us look good.” “When we have accomplished our mission.” A few weeks previously Jo had asked me when I was you going to ask him out for a dateo I told her after the invasion of Iran, he's still following orders from Frank like a lap dog. CHAPTER 34, 2027 Maria, a witch's journey in the art of war

Riea, a female worker in her mid-30s, approaches Maria and Jo in the cafeteria: “My son has difficulty with everything. He is 12 years old and can't read more that a few words. Could the headgear that we wear help himo” Jo in an eeort to keep her sarcasm at bay: “I believe that's in keeping with its original intentions.” A switch goes on in my mind. Not sure what it's about yet, but in the past, it's usually a harbinger of something important: “You talk it up among stae and co-workers. I'll make a request to Mr. Stockwell to set up a special needs school.” Riea leaves walking on air. Jo: “What are the odds of Jerry doing anything like thato” “We’re at war, it’s not the time for cynicism.`` The generals have put some pressure on Jerry to increase production. He stands in front of a large video screen, showing the war at night in Iran. Thousands of workers watch and listen. Jerry: “We need to increase production, there will be an 80% raise in overtime pay.” Cheers and clapping. Quietly to myself: “Enough.” Jo gives me a look, reinforcing my comment. In disgust, I wheel away. I see John manipulating the software in the MRH so that a hologram of the President, dressed as clergy, rises upwards from his headgear, his hands held upwards as if he is receiving the 'light-of-god'. I think to myself, it's time to get creative.

I have lunch with one of the millwrights. Sunil: “Sunil, you wear the headgear all the timeo”. Sunil: “If I don't wear it all of a sudden I will be inside someone's head reading their thoughts, it's too embarrassing.” “How did this happeno “ “Sunil: “When I was working with Eddy on the lathe, we were constantly switching to dieerent headgear. At frst, it just happened once in a while when you weren't expecting it. Now I can't shut it oe.” “Anyone else like youo” “There are two other women.”

I invite all the mind-readers to the lab. Jo and I store their thoughts into the computer, on how they open themselves to others thoughts. Now, Jo and I are prepared to absorb their combined secrets. I give Jo the honor: “Who's telepathic talents do you want to explore frst.” “How about Kamala, she seems to have the most fun with her newly acquired power.” Jo puts on the headgear. I type in commands on the keyboard. Jo takes oe the helmet and atempts to read my thoughts: Jumping out of Jo's headgear is a holographic image of a giraee scratching its ear. It's the identical picture I had placed in my mind. “Right on. Let's see what happens if you assimilate more than one. How about a psychic marriage to Sunil.” I type in commands. Jo's headgear comes oe lickety- split. Jo: “You had a crush on a boy named Rafael in kindergarten. I can virtually go anywhere in your mind I choose without the headgear. Wouldn't the intelligence services love this.” Jo passes me the headgear: “Here give it a try. It's our wild card.” “It's also a time bomb if we don't use it properly. Let's bring them back and learn what they know about managing all this.” Sunil: “Some people take oeense that you are aware of what they're thinking. Others have given up on life and don't care. Prety nasty places those minds are. Don't want to spend any time in them.” Alina: “It's like I am going to school on another planet.” Kamala: “The minds of people are too often determined by the moment and the butons they need to push to feel good. However, every so often there is sheer genius. It's worth wading through their trauma and negative thoughts about everyone and everything including themselves for as long as you can stand it.”

We realized, that these three factory workers would soon know our thoughts. Our schemes could reach the ears of Jerry. To guard against this, it would mean either separating ourselves from those in the know or spending more time with them and hoping they would be able to capture our world vision along with our plans to halt this murderous war. We chose the later. Our ability to share thoughts instantaneously, sped our bonding and our mutual conspiracy.

Kamala sees Jerry dreaming about a lavish art gallery where his daughter plays to crowds of onlookers. Within a day, the fve of us had a plan: The next morning Jerry makes his regular morning check at the MRH assembly room. “I hear your daughter is an aspiring musician,” I say, knowing his response. “Reluctantly.” “Would this helpo” Jo tosses him an MRH covered with a wig that looks like Mozart all dolled up. “The headgear combines the knowledge of hundreds of the world's best pianists, composers and music teachers.” Jerry struts away with it like a football player after a touchdown.

Very soon after we get an invitation from Anna, Jerry's wife, for dinner. Their daughter Elaine, with the headgear, is playing Mozart’s #12. A third of a wide video-screen system in front of her scrolls the pages of music. On another third Keith Jarret plays the complementary part of the piano duo. The last third displays the orchestra. We are siting at the dinner table with snacks and an assortment of drinks. The room is full of artwork. Anna: “What a boost for a kid's learning curve. She has taken to that piano with a passion I have rarely seen in her. All kids should have access to your headgear.” Jerry: “It would make life too easy for them.” Anna: “We, or others, will always make life difficult for ourselves, regardless of what gifts are bestowed upon us.” Anna has an idea! She walks over to Elaine and lifts oe her MRH. Elaine starts to struggle with the music, bears down, gets into it emotionally, and overcomes her difficulties. Jerry claps with elation. Anna, with a smile to me: “Sometimes it takes a litle outside help.” There's a bond between the women, someone else is on the mission. Jerry puts on the helmet and sits beside his daughter, they play a jazz composition together.

Within two months Anna has organized the Stockwell Rehabilitation Centre for Children. Anna and a Nepalese psychiatrist escort Anastasia, a Russian diplomat, with her child Dominika, a mentally challenged 8-year-old girl. They walk past Riea, and her 12-year-old son constructing a miniature helicopter. All the kids and most of the stae in the centre are wearing headgear. They approach Jo who is building a huge 3D puzzle of the human mind with four children. The children are puting the translucent pieces together in rapid fashion. The children pick out 5-0 pieces at a time and interlock them with other pieces. Without much ado, we get to it: I give an MRH to Anastasia; Jo puts a headgear on Dominika. Anastasia assists Dominika to put this puzzle together with the other four children. Dominika takes litle time understanding the procedure and takes oe with it herself. Anastasia watches her daughter assembling the pieces quickly and sees in her own mind the entire puzzle coming together. She turns and looks at me: “Unbelievable.” She takes out a phone so as to video her daughter's new abilities: “May Io My husband has got to see this.” The psychiatrist smiles in approval. After the kids' playtime has ended we have tea in the stae room. Anastasia: “This must be connected to the mind-reading headgear that is giving politicians around the world nightmares.” “It's about time don't you thinko” Jo remarks. We all laugh. The Psychiatrist hands Anastasia an envelope: “This is a request to your embassy for a litle fnancial assistance in our research work.” CHAPTER 35, 2027 John, too late

I am summoned to the White House, the President wants me to end the war. Watson Union is creating massive opposition to our eeorts. From millions of submissions, coming from all over the world, Watson Union has determined there are innumerable ways to beter resolve the conlict with Iran. Although not in the mainstream media yet, this 'machine' has raised as a possibility that CMS technology is the real reason and cause for the war. There are sanctions proposed in the UN against us. I was able to negotiate one more week before I have to pull out of Iran.

I now live and sleep in a war room at the Pentagon. A screen shows our drones leading a column of US. armored vehicles through the city streets unimpeded. A tank meets waves of rockets shot at them from the 24th loor of a 30 story apartment building. Lasers and intercept missiles from the tank, and the drones above, shield the tank from the rockets which explode in mid-air. I switch the screen to an overview of Tehran, showing the blanket of drones above the city. Nuclear powered drones 10 to 100 meters above them control everything. Drones ly over the streets between and above the buildings. Eight cameras in a drone cover all angles. A camera in the botom of a drone views a freshly repaired spot on the road. It sends its data to a nuclear drone above it. A computer in the nuclear drone analyzes the data and sends information back down to the same drone. The drone lasers a spot on a road, exploding the mine. “Well done gentlemen. We are close to geting into their experimental facility.” The nuclear power station underneath their Military headquarters is too powerful to assault from the air; we can throw a million drones at it to no avail. However, if we tunnel towards it at several locations they have no defense. We should be there in three days.

General Alinejad is surrounded by officers showing their anxiety. They watch a screen showing the American-NATO armaments and drones in the City. Alinejad: “Load all the data on the American hardware.” On the screen, he fast forwards to where the boring machines are 15 minutes away from breaking through their basement walls. Then fast-forwards the assembly of the wave jet to the same point in time. “We'll have 15 minutes, with the grace of Allah, before they break through.” In Alinejad's mind's eye, he is in a wave jet. A tunnel to the outside appears, he lies out of the tunnel. There is an explosion of light in the skies and streets of Tehran for 15 seconds, comprised of millions of lashes. All, but the tips of each drone, are transformed into big balloons. Slowly they rain down on the city, bouncing up and down on armored personnel carriers that have been transformed into kids playground apparatus. An American army Colonel is siting on top of a castle bewildered. Other servicemen are playing with and bouncing on the drone balloons with Iranians. Alinejad: “But by then, they will not have an operable device in our City.” CHAPTER 36, 2027 Maria, Russia turns the tide

The door at the prison for the criminally insane in Leningrad slides open for Vlad and Anastasia. Inmates, wearing headgear and tie-die hospital atire, are playing Watchtower by Hendrix on a huge peddle-able musical stage. Anastasia: “If we don't get the MRH technology soon the American's will be so far ahead of us in every feld; we might never catch up.” Vlad: “We have to do a lot of testing to see if it's going to lead to unrest.” Vlad waves to an atendant. A hulk of a man in his 20s, straight-jacketed, with a mask over his mouth, is being dragged towards them by six atendants. He is being as uncooperative as possible it's Vlad's grandson, Nestor. Vlad opens the case he is carrying; puts a headgear on himself; passes the other to an atendant. Nestor realizes that is meant for him and reacts violently. Vlad is uncomfortable as a ruckus ensues. The atendants wrestle Nestor to the ground and slip on the headgear. Almost immediately the ruckus stops; the atendants are waved oe by the Vlad. Nestor sits up and looks around contemplating the situation; the MRH has relayed to Nestor, Vlad's entire life experience. In addition, a new approach to rebellion is programmed into the mind-weaving MRH by Jo. He seems OK with it: “Hi grandpa. Why the hell didn't you put a blinder on my eyes so I wouldn't have had to go through all thato” Vlad is also awakening to a new paradigm, he has entered Nestor's mind: 'Sorry.” To the Atendants, directing their atention to the restraints shackling his grandson: “Take them oe.” Nestor and Vlad walk towards the musical stage (47). They grab a pair of drumsticks. and play a drum duet as if they are both lost to this moment. A light show explodes into the night sky following the rhythms. Holographic images of dancers leap and spin out of their headgear with Cirque de Soliel lare, landing on the ground to dance with the inmates. The entire courtyard flls with neighbors dancing. On this fne day, the muse pops awake in Nestor: he takes oe his headgear and places it on the head of a neighborhood kid, a grandma, a psychiatric patient... he convinces everyone to share with his grandpa their thoughts. Vlad, connects with the vision of these people, with a new sense of bonding between people from the young boy, a sense of patience and forgiveness from the grandmother, they all share with him a world flled with their hopes and dreams. They soon understand everything about the General, who he is; what his life challenges are; what has been the driving and the limiting forces in his life. They see the unnecessary wars, the tragic loss of life and what could have been done. They can speak to him in a way he best understands, for they now know him intimately. After this connection, Vlad immediately opens to things that were not even possible within his old feld of view. He is overcome by a feeling of jubilance, as if he had escaped from a dungeon where he had been shackled since his frst taste of freedom as a young boy. Instantly he makes a decision to transform the military by integrating it with society in an intimate partnership. In this period, when the world moves towards a peaceful resolution of conlict, he will provide incentives for young men and women to join the military instead of the draft. Decision making will take on a variety of forms pending on the situation. Military personnel will have the right to campaign against the use of force leading up to the decision to take it and to opt out of any violent conlict once the decision is taken.

Vlad, Anastasia and Nestor sit at a picnic table in the prison courtyard. They slowly remove their headgear. Nestor: "Where are you going with this new awarenesso” Vlad gives him a look, takes a breath, then opens the envelope given to Anastasia by the Nepalese Psychiatrist. Knowing who is behind all this: “Arrange for the Colonel everything she wants.” CHAPTER 37, 2027 John, the war is over

I hear wind of the Russian oeer and bring Gonzales to the office for a dressing down: “Giving classifed information to the enemy is treason. I know you are behind all this." She slides around my questioning: "There are people in this world capable of making their own decisions." "You put Jerry's wife up to be the patsy cause you knew I wouldn't lay charges against her.” Maria: “I was told nothing was given away, they're buying it. And what they were given to experiment with, self-destructed after two hours of use and with any atempt to probe it.” “That was a gamble that deserved my atention!” “It wouldn't be a gamble if you wore my headgear and understood things from my perspective.” Not a chance in hell I think: “My mind is just fine the way it is.”

The President and I are not on the same page: “I don't care what they are oeering us: all the money they can print for the next million years, it won't mater if CMS technology gets into the hands of just one megalomaniac.” President: “There is talk of a massive insurrection this weekend. Are you going to turn the military against your own peopleo” Not knowing, what the Iranians have in the works, I believe an insurrection would buy us enough time to take out the Iranian research center. But it's all for naught, the President caves in. Just as well, for with just their one wave jet, they would have destroyed every drone, every gun and every armored personnel carrier before we could respond. War at the speed of light is not war, it's a fght ending sucker-punch. At my brother's factory in Nepal, thousands of workers crowd in front of a large video screen showing the US President siting in front of reporters. Jerry, in front of the screen, is a good 100 pounds lighter. Gonzales' with her daughter, tasting victory, watch from behind. US. President: “Today I am pleased to announce a rather lucrative peace agreement between the US. and Iran. Chinese, Russian, Taliban, ISIL and virtually every group in the world are coming together with their version of Watson Union, so that we may merge the best knowledge for peaceful and creative co-existence on this planet. Based on the assessment of Watson Union for security parameters we will institute the following proposals: 1. Iran and other countries will work on a consensus basis with the United States and Watson Union on any use of, and any further development of, CMS technology.

2. Russia, China and Japan have agreed to pay us a sum of money for use of the headgear based on a Watson Union's fair assessment.

3. Watson Union will provide parameters for the use of MRH technology.

4. Watson Union will provide parameters for all those who wish to use the recent and forthcoming discoveries on reversing the aging process. This new biotechnology will be freely available to every person in the world who wish to follow the parameters for its use.

It is completely obvious that we will do a far beter job of governing if we integrate Watson Union with all aspects of governing.”

Jo takes oe the hijab, waves it in the air as a sign of victory, puts the hijab around her mom's neck and pushes her wheelchair down the aisle at a sprinters pace, screaming with joy. Woman a with burka: "Kids, they'll find out, this keeps us closer to God. [What you see in yourself and beyond as the best of intelligent life]." CHAPTER 38, 2028 John, watch me

John is enjoying a jazz group on stage with a virtuoso bag-pipe player. A husky teenager walks up. Frank: “Hi John, remember me.” He looks 10. I shake my head; “Franko holy fuck! Are you coming backo” “Working on a feasibility study regarding Gonzales use of CMS for disaster relief. Life has taken on a new importance. Everyone has got to have the opportunity to experience this return to youth.” “In good time.” ”Chenzaira asked me if I could talk to you about Ng.” The old fart has softened right up, but what could I say: “You won't be the one having to deal with him, but OK.” Jo and Alex Jr. are on the campus lawn. The boyfriend has some idea about the girlfriend joining him in the protest tomorrow, her acrobatic skills in need: Ng: “The protest movement needs pictures to convince the public that UFOs are actually Classifed Military Spacecraft. If we had clear evidence of this we can demand they be used in relief eeorts during natural disasters.” Jo's mood radically changes, she sees where this is going: “No one needs a picture. If someone wants to know, they will do the proper research and fnd out we have it and that they are not going to be able to get it...for a while at least and for very good reasons.” Ng: “You've got monkeys with huge amounts of human DNA pretending they are aliens abducting people with your 'Unidentifed Flying Objects'. Sticking probes up there ass. Not a chance average Joe Public will ever fgure it out when top-ranked officials are duped (52).” It's a good fght, people start to gather round from all over the campus. Jo: “We all want public access to this technology but the safeguards have to be in place.” Ng: “A litle public pressure will speed up that process.” Jo, implying he will probably be in jail again and she will miss him: “They guard those hangars beter than Fort Knox.” “If there is an ecological disaster, you guys will be doing fne, the rest of us need this technology for our survival.” “The generals are well aware of this and are working behind the scenes to make it happen. Frank is leading that team.” Ng, shakes his head, not aware of the changes Frank has gone through: “They work at their own speed, and I have no intention of puting my faith in their hands.” “You have litle choice.” “Watch me.” “Wouldn't it be smarter to run your plans past the Watson Uniono” “Let me know what its conclusions are, and who's behind the scenes with access to the codeo” Alex Jr. struts away. Jo stymied for a short time, yells from a distance: “Hey hot-head, you can work the code as well as anyone.

On the couch, feet up I watch the news: Outside a fenced military base, with a hangar in the far distance, 500 protesters are camped out at the entrance. Protest signs say: 'Public Access to UFO Technology', 'Human Advancements For All', 'Let the People Decide Who Gets What'. Twenty People on spring-loaded Pogo-stilts with helium inlated UFOs are propelled high into the air and loat back down. A speaker is standing on the edge of a UFO - stage: “One day before 9/11, the Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld, said that there was 2.3 trillion dollars unaccounted for in the defense budget. The atack on the Pentagon on 9/11, killed the accountants working on this shortfall and destroyed the evidence. But now we know where this money went.” He points to the hanger. “Over there.” Recently the protest movement has been geting more imaginative, but they are still a long way from being entertaining. It's late, I'm tired; I switch channels. A CMS, in the shape of a 2/3 clear geodesic dome, 30-feet in diameter, leisurely moves close to the botom of Niagara Falls. The dome is surrounded by an 8-foot terrace; inside an open-concept apartment. Maria, as she looked when I frst met her, is siting on a couch inside the dome: “Would you like one of theseo” A third of the dome opens up. Maria walks out of the craft onto the terrace. The CMS is at the edge of the mist from the falls. The dome lights up. “Science fction you may think, but this is classifed military technology which belongs to the people of America and the world. Join our protest outside the New Jersey Air Force base. Peace Now. Space-age technology for all.” Incredulous; over my dead body. I rocket oe the couch, rush to the roof of my condo and yell: “Flying horse.” A CMS similar to that used in my training mission when I frst encountered her lifts me up. A screen beside the control panel shows a satellite shot of New Jersey and Niagara Falls, I punch in commands. It dawns on me that the theft of land from the Native Americans, Palestinians and the myriad of other disfranchised people who are causing us too many headaches could all be solved by providing them these craft and headgear that prevented revenge. On the speaker: “This is Watson Union your on-board computer, abort your mission, it is deemed inappropriate.” “Fuck you.” I angrily pull switches and type in commands. The fucking thing is taking me to Africa. The CMS zooms down to the plains of Tanzania and lands beside a pack of crying disgruntled hyenas who have just been chased from their kill by a pride of lions. “What the hell's going on.” the door of the CMS begins to open in front of them. Watson Union: “Mission terminated. Get out.” Six hyenas, fangs bared, race up the ramp towards me. I block two hyenas with my arms, they crush my bones as one grabs my face. I come fully awake from this nightmare, jolted into a siting position. “Ahhhhh! … Damn you.

It's 5 am and I stand with three senior officers. A satellite shot shows hundreds of parachutists leaving two air-liners overtop of a small village outside the base. “Didn't I tell him, if we stop the war there will be trouble.” We have our computers scan the parachutists. Carrying cameras they are. A light to hell they have chosen. “Send up the helicopters.” I climb into a CMS, a section at the top of the hangar rolls open. I zip out of the opening. The helicopters confront the parachutists. The parachutists try a range of evasive maneuvers; two parachutists are successful in avoiding the helicopters. The others retreat. I move the CMS in a zigzag patern. One of the 'successful' sees me as a blinding lash of light in front of her. I laser a twelve-inch hole in one side of her rectangular chute; within the same second, I cut a similar hole in the chute of the other. They fght for control as they descend quickly. One tumbles on a neighborhood lawn, just missing some cars. The other is heading straight for the protesters' stage, the speaker hops oe just before the parachutist lands on it, sweeping oe chairs and mics; causing havoc among the protesters. Four helicopters return, one circles around looking for more trouble. One helicopter hovers over the protesters giving them an uncomfortable downward draft. I return the CMS, the roof closes. The ramp lowers, I walk out with both fsts lifted.

Above the air-force stadium, a short distance from the hanger, a blimp carries a sign in support of the home team. Hidden from view, Alex and the TV host are squating beside the exit door. They are dressed in blue camoulage spandex with Brazilian First Nations imagery, faces painted wearing large boots with magnetic soles. They atach an inlatable airbag which covers the front and sides of their legs, chests, and helmets. A jolly giant piloting the craft in an almost falseto voice: “Arise to the occasion said the giraee to the mule who wasn't about to look the fool, who saw the immensity of the mission, no way would they, be brought to submission.” Alex and the TV host look at each other delightedly as if to say: “Where did this come fromo” The blimp pilot pulls a lever, the exit door lifts up: “Bombs away....” Thousands of balloons explode out of the botom of the blimp blocking the audience's view of the blimp. Alex jumps out, the TV host follows. “Good luck guys.”Bellows the blimp pilot to the vastness below. Alex Jr. and the TV Host are descending rapidly. Dangerously close to the ground, they lift their arms to their sides and spread their legs apart. The webbing stretches out like a bat and enables them to laten their descent. Near the hangar, they open their parachutes. Alex glides quickly into the roof on an upward angle. His magnetic boots hit and atach to the roof. An airbag blows up in front of him, absorbing the shock, as he crashes on the roof. A helicopter is in hot pursuit with combat soldiers at the side door ready to pounce. The TV host, with chute open, lies in front, blocking the helicopter from Alex The pilot veers up and to the side, just missing the TV host's parachute, in doing so she blows him down onto the roof. “Lunatic.” she roars and circles around sharply to get at Alex Jr. The TV host tumbles on the roof, squeezes a trigger in his hand. His boots magnetize and atach to the steel hangar. The airbag inlates stretching him out. He lands somewhat lat out on the airbag hanging on a downward angle halfway down the hangar. Alex uses a small hand-held laser to cut a hole in the roof, places a camera- cord atached to his phone in the hole and grins at a picture on the screen. I'm already out of the hangar roof and blast the phone out of his hand. CHAPTER 39, 2028 John, the best counter-insurgency device The next morning I decide to pay Jerry a visit at his munitions factory in the US. where they are building anti-drone technology. It's busy, business is good, hundreds of people are making lamp posts, and guard rails with laser gun mounts. Seventy percent of the workforce are wearing headgear and working, twenty percent are working and not wearing headgear, ten percent have their headgear oe and are siting or standing talking to each other in small groups. Jerry is locked away in his office, oblivious to everything. He is wearing the headgear with a Salvador Dali wig, painting an Eagle with a surreal Jester's cap that is decorated with the world's geniuses. On his walls are works by many famous artists. I'm rather taken back by his newly acquired talent. Jerry turns around with a smile: “Your buddies at the hangar say you're geting cast for the new Galaxy Gunslinger movie.” “That's all we need another 21st-century movie with a 19th-century shoot'em dead mentality.”... "Besides, I wasn't quick enough, he got the photos out. They're front page in every corner of the world." “I got a gallery in Philly selling my work. I used to collect them now I paint them. Maybe you should give it a try.” “You'll make a lot more money if you focus on supplying us with hardware. We need everything you can produce.” “This is for my personal development. Anyway, I got enough money for a dozen lifetimes.” “You'll be needing it if you want to live the life of an artist, and support your family.” Jerry takes off the wig and shakes it in front of John: “Hey, sneak this headgear behind enemy lines; best counter-insurgency device ever made. Once you experience the Einstein in yourself, you see it in others, and you're far less likely to do stupid inhumane things. Especially when you won't be able to get away with it.” “We don't have to, the Chinese are shipping entire factories that build the mind reading headgear to every corner of the world.” I stare out the office window: “Why are some of these guys not wearing the headgearo” “After my daughter showed us she could play the piano without the headgear I started to experiment with the workers here in the US.” “But even some of the supervisors are not wearing them.” “In Nepal, I had an inkling it was happening, but I fgured that was unique to that culture. The basic process of becoming telepathic by using the MRHs as a kind of practice device I guess. Even here, it was happening litle by litle; wasn't really aware of it till a few days ago. Then all of a sudden it seemed half the supervisors could do it. I think the witch probably had a hand in it. It happened right after she gave a seminar to them.” “Hell, do you have any idea what this will do to our eeorts to keep anything secreto” “Spread enough guys with telepathic skills around the country and your threat of terrorism is over. The internet will soon be integrated with the psyche-net.”

“So many things are changing so fast it's difficult for me to put everything in perspective.” I turn to leave. “ “Hey. you should see old Mr. 'two-left-feet' dance.” Jerry puts the brush and paint down and turns around, throws his arms out wide. “Fred Astaire or Michael Jackson, who would you likeo” I can't resist: “Sophia Boutella.” CHAPTER 40, 2028 Maria, rescuing the boyfriend I am siting at a computer wearing headgear that covers my eyes. Data streams across the monitor. Jo walks up with a newspaper with Alex Jr. on top of the hangar, his phone exploding in his hand. The following is an exchange of thoughts, no words spoken: In Jo's head is an image of Alex siting on his bed in jail. She asks me: How long do you think he'll be spending in jail. In my head is an image of Alex being handcueed on the roof of the hanger. I reply: He got caught on military property and John wants him charged with breaching National Security. I visualize an image of Alex in a fetal position lying in bed in his cell. I think: He could be in for a long time. Especially after the military feeds the information about his mission into Watson. In Jo's head is an image of Alex on placards held by demonstrators in shopping malls. She thinks: He'll have public opinion on his side. In my head is the image of the TV host cuting oe the helicopter. I think: The release of this very dangerous technology can't be done with a disregard for life, his own and others'. I visualize an image of the three generals shaking their heads. I think: This recklessness doesn't help our cause one iota. Jo thinks: What are we going to doo Her thoughts are answered as she sees images in my head. CHAPTER 41, 2028 John, minds as one They pay me a visit at a hangar in Area 51. Maria rides a classifed military wheelchair, she carries a new styled helmet, looks like something out of a hair salon. Their eyes are perfectly aligned, something is up. In my head I see them wearing witches' costumes merged with a military uniform. The women smile at each other. I realize my thoughts are apparent to them and my grin stretches to match the absurdity of it all. “What surprise have you ladies brought me todayo” Maria smiles: “What candy have you been intoo” referring to the anti-aging formula I've been taking. I oeer them a seat. Maria: “People don't need to travel on Classifed Military Spacecraft, but they do need the experiences of those that have. They also need to be able to explore and answer their own questions and fantasies. This headgear will provide a very real, seemingly physical experience for all their needs.” “What good is that to meo” “Except for use as emergency vehicles, it will eliminate any justifable demand for access to the Classifed Military Spacecraft.” Shrewdly: “What do you wanto...Let me guess… Ng's releaseo” “The delay time between injury and medical atention causes many deaths. Classifed Military Spacecraft as ambulances would solve this problem. We propose a test run of one in New York, Tehran, Moscow and Beijing. We also wish to convert ffty percent of our military bases into manufacturing sites for CMSs specifcally designed for disaster relief. Seniors who volunteer to build these craft will be the frst in line to receive age reversal. We need to provide clean energy to the electric grids of the world, your choice a to how we do it." "I know you will do wonderful things with everything you're involved with; my question is regarding Ng." "I will personally manage Ng's incarceration. He'll assist us in the design of the security systems for the disaster relief CMS. We will put his proposals into Watson Union if you have any doubts about what he's up to.” I think, not a chance. She suggests I try the new headgear. For Ng's sake, it had beter be amazing. I put it on and I'm in a CMS returning to the plains of Tanzania. She is on the couch beside me, and we are both at the genetic age when we frst met. The CMS hovers a slight distance from a disputed carcass with lions ready to atack the hyenas. A herd of giraees is running towards and to the right of the CMS. The dome opens up, Maria gets up and leads me out to the railing to view the giraees. She is breathing fre through my body, we drift down the ramp into the war between the rival carnivores, the growls soften as if other-worldly. A lion and three hyenas, in a ferce scrap, separate and back oe, creating a path for us. Clothes come oe, we bunk down in the grasslands. Our minds are one.

Chapter 42, Maria, future

On a large Arabian carpet, representatives from all counties sit at a C-shaped table. Everyone looks like a grown-up teenager. Claira, the brightest of the 'aliens' stands in the opening in the table. The Arabian carpet zigzags its way through rocky outgrowths in the desert; intermitently it travels past some historic site which morphs into a surreal mythical architecture, then back to the desert and rocky outgrowths. John and Maria sit side by side among the delegations. Claira: “At some point, within the next few decades we will be able to reconstruct anything we want. Six of you or six of me if you wish. We will become gods, in a union with other civilizations throughout the universe. Able to create what we will with our thoughts.” (53)

The natural evolution of all intelligent life is to understand the evolution of all intelligent life and to eventually be one with it. If we don't foolishly destroy ourselves. HYPERLINKS

1. pg. 3 Earth quake htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=Yukp0bPkQxs 1a. htp://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/07/20/the-really-big-one 1b. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=vtAoVb_ZB4o 1c. Yellowstone htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=Uz-a44RhNx0 1d. California htp://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3574891/San- Andreas-fault-locked-loaded-ready-roll-Experts-warn-California-brace-epic- earthquake.html 1y. Yerlowstone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjGQyYdcxpM

2. pg. 3 security contractor for military spills all: htps://www.youtube.com/watcho v=R3prGHzx3qo&ebc=ANyPxKptf5P_HX0VN30b1gmKohmVj5NC1ZubEqES7huE2 00WhUCmF3gXZ92pzYkY9GEszwjDG030hnN-ysKuL02AUzikpmgqKg 2a htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=NcB5srxSd0Q

3. pg. 3 Kennedy htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=y8HTr-F-FVM 3a. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=FJ9RkzyeW8A 3b. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=-NlJQJUUqR4

4. pg 4 Bases overseas htp://www.politifact.com/truth-o- meter/statements/2011/sep/14/ron-paul/ron-paul-says-us-has-military-personnel- 130-nation/ 4a. U.S. Bases htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=g_0S80jMeg0

5. pg. 5, Brazil Military Government, htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazilian_military_government

0. Pg. 5 Brazil’s National Truth Commission htp://upsidedownworld.org/main/brazil-archives-03/5187-brazil-truth-commission- details-extent-of-rape-during-military-dictatorship

7. Pg. 5, General Paul_Aussaresses , https://books.google.ca/books? id=cCEXDuzm8O0C&pg=PA82&lpg=PA82&dq=Paul+Aussaresses, +brazil&source=bl&ots=xBCniIHuy2&sig=8VytYeBjyaC7vtAUbRCL4jygFoU&hl=en&sa= X&ved=0ahUKEwiBk9zkkLfNAhWC4yYKHbxpCk4Q6AEIMjAC#v=onepage&q=Paul %20Aussaresses%2C%20brazil&f=false

7a http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/05/world/europe/paul-aussaresses-95-dies- confessed- to-torture.html 7b htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazilian_military_government

8. Pg. 5 htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araguaia_Guerrilla_War

9a. Pg. 0, Troop moral after Nam http://www.usatoday.com/story/nation/2013/07/03/afghanistan-advisers-george-lepre-haynes- vietnam-conrad-crane/2484665/ ,

9b. htps://libcom.org/history/vietnam-collapse-armed-forces

9cc Pg. 0 Russia in Vietnam war htps://books.google.ca/bookso id=XyopkZOVIx8C&pg=PA90&lpg=PA90&dq=Russia+U.S. +pirating+technology+vietnam+war&source=bl&ots=IU- vbs20W0&sig=xuDSmuCTVxMQLnLhAx2MeldnFGw&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKE wisvpqhy7nMAhXHvIMKHQKIC0EQ0AEIGzAA#v=onepage&q=Russia%20U.S. %20pirating%20technology%20vietnam%20war&f=false

10. pg. 0, Jacques Vallee Confrontations, htp://www.amazon.com/CONFRONTATIONS-Scientists-Search-Alien- Contact/dp/1938398410

10a. Chupa htp://www.ufocasebook.com/colares1977.html

11. Pg. 7, Brazil's wealth, htp://www.mapsofworld.com/brazil/information/natural-resources.html

12. Pg. 8, Zalin Grant, War Tales, htp://www.pythiapress.com/wartales/PrisonCamp-one.html

13. Pg. 9 Intimidation,Vietnam, htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_Program

14. Pg. 9, Phil Ochs, htps://www.youtube.com/watcho v=CB4xpqNSYpk&list=RDCB4xpqNSYpk#t=121 14V. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%ADch_Qu%E1%BA%A3ng_ %C4%90%E1%BB%A9c

15. pg. 11 htp://www.ufocasebook.com/colares1977.html

10. Pg. 12, History of protests, htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protests_against_the_Vietnam_War

10. Pg. 12 Protest htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protests_against_the_Vietnam_War

10a. Pg. 13, Tesla boat, htp://cyberneticzoo.com/precyber/1898-telautomaton- nikola-tesla-serbianamerican/

17. Pg. 13. Einstein petition, htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=NyK5SG9rwWI

18. Pg. 10 M.I.T. htps://www.youtube.com/watcho v=YfmVSPS7EFI&list=PLwryfIqJC5R_XcOmHiH9dn2CsiOwj9rZx

19. Pg. 10 planets like us htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=AVYQiYO7Izg

20n. Pg. 17 htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=ljR1JlESJYw

20n1 Nazi UFO htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=nbwglQItO4s 20n2. Pg. 17 htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=ljR1JlESJYw

21a Colonel Corso Pg. 18 htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=7xNwC7dWydQ 21b. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=jAfTY7NuceQ 21c. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=ezJYX7ec5sQ

21d Pg. 18 nuclear test sites htp://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article- 2103007/Duck-cover--Astonishing-video-shows-U-S-ground-grunt-guinea-pigs- taking-atomic-bomb-tests-1950s--trenches-protect-radiation.html 21e htps://www.ctbto.org/nuclear-testing/the-eeects-of-nuclear-testing/the- united-states-nuclear-testing-programme/ 21f Pg. 19 Japan's nuclear bomb htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=Z0_eXfssseo

22 Pg. 18 Prof. Mack Harvard, htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_E._Mack

23a. Pg. 20, UFOs Colares Brazil, htp://www.ufocasebook.com/colares1977.html 23b. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=0I2xYafR7Y0 23c. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=cFSCMtJBsu8 23d. Japan's nuclear program htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=Z0_eXfssseo 23ra htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=mWPscg3euzQ

24 Pg. 19 lions and Tanzania htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=4eZ4jVecaio 25a. Pg. 17, Draft dodgers Canada, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0I2xYafR7Y0 25b. htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada_and_the_Vietnam_War

20. NATO - Warsaw https://muse.jhu.edu/article/446766/pdf

27. Pg. 27 Berlin Wall htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=S_282GyZWBM

28. Pg. 29 Bosnia http://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2012/04/20-years-since-the- bosnian-war/100278/

29. Pg. 30 Goran Simic htp://voiceseducation.org/content/goran-simic

30. Pg. 30, Balkans war, http://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2012/04/20-years-since- the-bosnian-war/100278/

31. Pg. 30 Foo fghters htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=0EtFOEkf75E

32. Pg. 30 htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=0EtFOEkf75E 32a. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgN5IILC8ag

32brain htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=GgN5IILC8ag

33h. Pg. 37 homeopathy htp://www.ochm.ca/#!principles-of-homeopathy/c132z

34w1. Pg. 37 Watson htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=DywO4zksfXw 34w2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_cqBP08yuA 34w3. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-gZkqCXOgs 34w4 telepathy htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=OjcgT_oj3jQ

35. Pg. 38 Vietnam stats htp://www.veteranshour.com/vietnam_war_statistics.htm

30 Pg. 38 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13qWADMfQnQ

37a. Pg. 39 htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=13qWADMfQnQ 37b. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=RFRcswEekiA 37c. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=xK449K4zyRI

38. Pg. 41. htp://droughtmonitor.unl.edu/

49. Pg. 71 war and the media https://books.google.ca/books? hl=en&lr=&id=JVni49AOxZkC&oi=fnd&pg=PP2&dq=mainstream+media+and+military&o ts=KP6rlBlT1F&sig=WFgHmPzk9otqb2VeZxESGJdakzE#v=onepage&q=mainstream %20media%20and%20military&f=false

50. Pg. 76 Watson health care https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeCgQ5XrurY

51. Pg. 77 Teleomeres https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCfcl0h-F4k

52 Pg. 93 PH https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oqHat8PbgQ

The statement by the 'aliens' that exposed who they really are is their comment that we were "overpopulating the planet." Any advanced intelligence would realize that one intelligent life form would be overpopulation of a planet if it had the wrong atitude towards the planet they live on combined with advanced technology. With the right atitude in combination with advanced technology we can, if we so choose: multiply till we pile on top of each other, fuse into one consciousness and vaporize. This "overpopulation" propaganda is created by people who don't like people, a human folly, not something aliens would not be party to any more that we hat e elephants for being elephants.

53. Pg. 103 Ray Curswell https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CSNmrunCnA

54 Pg. 115 Day of Joy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmJG_mVKGRY

55. Pg. 113 bike stands htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=FRoyQf_R0PU

50 Pg. 120 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3B4lgV1IxQ57

57. Pg. 133 Fukushima https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hDpmnIAOgI 57a. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkukY__xEs 57b. Michio Kaku https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-pYeKmQ18w 00 htp://bit.ly/aqualifeshowers Author's Background

In the early 1980's, on the shores of the Rideau Lake near Portland Ontario, I saw three phenomena that I believed were UFOs: The frst was a light that wobbled across the sky; going faster than any aircraft I had ever seen. A minute later a second light wobbled towards us in the same manner and direction, then made a perfectly sharp 90-degree turn, continued on this trajectory for about 2 seconds then performed a 150-degree turn, like one would bounce a ball oe a wall, accelerating into outer space. Two minutes later, a third light wobbled towards us and stopped in the sky above us. For the previous 0 months, I had been studying concepts of distance, time and mass as understood by the modern physics academia. I didn't think much of their logic and approach to reality. They seemed too much like those academics who rationalized the militaristic activity of the US. in Indochina. There was a psychology that pervaded the entire academic community at the time. The day after the UFO incident I came up with a new theory to explain Special Relativistic and Quantum Mechanical anomalies using concepts of distance, time and mass that supported Leibniz over Newton and Tesla over Einstein. Predating my discovery was Hegel who said: “The substance of mater is gravity, the substance of spirit is freedom.” A physics professor, Peter Watson, at Carleton University spent the next two years assisting me to develop and refne my work even though I was not formally enrolled in the university. With a theory that now explained all the relativistic and quantum anomalies, I traveled to the West Coast to meet George Jolliee. A director of NASA who quit because the military had taken it over. He said, that what I had writen down, they had been thinking for years. On the trip, I picked up a book entitled New Physics by Walter Bedel Smith. It was the only book I had read by a modern author that had a perspective similar to mine. Walter had died but his son was carrying the torch and was willing to meet. He said his father used to go down to New Jersey to a hanger where they kept a UFO. He said, as a kid, he had a piece of a UFO on his front lawn which crashed into the St. Lawrence. He said a Colonel in the Canadian Military had a similar perspective as mine. He gave me his paper and took mine to the Colonel. On meeting the Colonel, true to his occupation he kept his information well guarded. His only comment was: “Your explanation of E=MC squared is interesting. {My explanation suggests that the substance that makes up the proton is already going at the speed of light. So nuclear reactions don't go from zero to fnal velocity, they are already at C. [Nonnuclear reactions are ½ MC squared.] In the mid-1980's the Canadian military made an eeort to entice me to work with them similar to the one I wrote in the story. After being thrown in jail twice for protesting the Vietnam war I had a sizable chip on my shoulder and was not even together enough to explore their inquiry. In the early 90's I said to pro-Israeli undercovers that I wanted to create a movie depicting a time where kids from the Middle East, with indefensible technology, could phone the Pentagon and demand the US. exit from Palestine. The movie would explore eeorts for world peace in such conditions. At that time, I was soon to be in a position to fnance experimentation to develop direct energy technology, a technology that could lead to weaponry if someone wished to misuse it. Over the next 3 months, three older Jewish men, one from the US. Military Intelligence, and two from Israel, spent time educating me, [on occasion with veiled threats], that I should be working for them. After I got the drift of their concerns, I agreed not to develop the technology until I could guarantee world peace. Somewhat discombobulated by this experience, for the next two years I read well over 2000 reports of 'Alien'- human encounters. Hoping to fnd a patern of interaction that would show how this advanced technology could be used safely and for the beneft to all. At the time I believed that 'UFO' technology was from intelligent life forms from other planets. However, the incidents recorded in Brazil by Jacques Vallee, in the book Confrontations and an incident in China showed a serious inconsistency with the peaceful use of this technology. A documentary of 'UFO' sightings and atacks on the residents of the Island of Colares at the mouth of the Amazon expands on Vallée's research: htp://www.ufocasebook.com/colares1977.html The atacks in Colares, and those documented in Jacques Vallee's book Confrontations are the most numerous documented UFO encounters I have read about anywhere. Most probably, Colares was a key location for the transport of guns to guerrillas fghting the military Junta. It was a key area for the American's to control, and very visible. Classifed Military Spaceships would be far less noticeable, coming and going in a lash In the more than 2000 documented sightings I read about and discussed with contactees, I did not discover one alien-human interaction that demonstrated any new social thinking; everything these aliens said to humans was already part of some social group's philosophy here on Earth. This was a giveaway, indicating something was fshy. My study of nuclear physics suggested, that intelligent life forms at some point in their evolution, would soon learn to destabilize atomic particles, [which are dynamic entities], so as to have them release energy and or combine into dieerent atomic and molecular structures. With this knowledge, intelligent life forms would eventually be able to use the electromagnetic felds that extend from their brains to create what they will. They wouldn't need to come here. With their thoughts, they could physically create another Earth, with all of us on it, in their own solar system if they so wished. Tesla was the leading researcher into electromagnetic frequencies. The US Military is the leading and most sophisticated military power ever. I put 2 & 2 together: They would have 'eaten-up' everything Tesla created, then put the best minds on the planet towards the development of Tesla's concepts, with a virtually unlimited budget. Creating from this research the most advanced weaponry. I realized that all the recorded sightings, starting in the 1940's, were most probably human technology. The alien phenomenon was part of a disinformation campaign by the military that was consistent with similar disinformation campaigns by repressive ruling elites throughout the centuries. My belief, that someone other than humans were going to solve our dilemma was gone. By this time it was clear to me that if this technology was widespread it could mean disaster for the world if it got into the wrong hands. The pervasive psychological, social, political and personal state of being on this planet had to change from one of leader-follower, grabber-complainer, to creative facilitators with mutual benefts. My eeorts for this new political paradigm started with the creation of a Petition for Peace for and by the Military, in which I suggested that the US. Military go to the Soviet Union and build, with the assistance of the Soviet Military, state of the art hospitals, sports facilities, schools and art centers. That the Soviet Military do the same in America. I passed the petition out at the Canadian Foreign Aeairs. They invited me in to talk, they were friendly to the idea but they felt the Soviet Union would never support such an idea. I then hitch-hiked to the Pentagon to pass the petition. When I frst crossed the border into the US., a car going towards Canada, turned around a hundred yards up the road and picked me up. The driver of the car works for the military police. He happened to be, in his youth, a wrestler, so was I. He was the author of the best insult I had ever heard thrown at a bully: When his very abusive father had, once again, beaten him into the ground, he looked up and said to him: “Ma can do beter.” I stayed over night at his trailer. O n the journey to Washington I got picked up by two more military personnel. The Reception at the Pentagon was friendly. On the way home, a man who worked for Military Intelligence and whose wife worked at the White House for President Reagan drove me hundreds of miles. He seemed to have already read my proposal. I don't think he knew what to make of it. It was almost as if there was a resentment towards it. Yet, like the Canadian military, they had no logical argument against it. Around 1991, in an editorial by Diane Francis of The Toronto Post, it was suggested that the military be brought into Quebec if Quebec unilaterally separated. I responded by bringing to her Office building, a 4-foot x 8-foot mock airplane ticket entitled: Educational tour to Croatia, which at the time was under a brutal siege. She wouldn't accept the mock airplane ticket, nor would she even see us. I had sent press releases out to all the other mainstream media outlets. No one showed-up despite the wonderful comedy that was presented. We stayed out on the street and talked to many passers-by. For some people, ridicule can be worse than death; it's a tool, only to be used sparingly, and only when the alternative is physical violence. In some countries, I would have been shot for shaming a leading member of the establishment. But this is Canada, and the next week some articles came out against the military option. Never again did I read support for the muscle mentality, in dealing with our brothers and sisters in Quebec. As a peace initiative during the Balkans war, I presented a petition to the Croatian, Serbian and Bosnian Canadian communities. THE MUSLIM COMMUNITY SIGNED Merging the Positive

Blending the needs of the Earth Day Parade and the Caravan Stage Company birthed a new art form. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=hskYkUCTmkQ - BikeArts.Ca. It had phenomenal success with all cultures, social strata and age groups.

A dream one night, suggested taking this musical bike to Bosnia. Next morning I phoned a shipping company; $0,500 it would cost, just to get it across the ocean. Out of the question for an artist living in a wooden box in a tree. That evening, Susan Simic a Serbian-Croatian refugee, who I had not heard from in 1 ½ years, phones from Vienna and says that she wants me to visit her, she'll buy me a return ticket. I say that if I go over there I would like to build a musical bike to take to Bosnia. She said she would arrange everything. Well, she did, vicariously: Before I came she got hooked up with a Turkish engineer, Shamman Beruut who had quit his job, and was singing Turkish ballads in the Subway system to protest the racism in Vienna. Shamman was the only person in Vienna who had the time, the skills, the contacts and the will to make my dream a reality. He connected me with an amazing group of bicycle activists, some who had marched down Sniper's Alley in Sarajevo. They provided us a work-space with all the machinery necessary to build a new musical bicycle. Shamman worked alongside of me, 14-10 hours per day, every day, for 30-days. And he put into the project an equal amount of money. The odds of all this happening as it did was next to impossible unless one takes into account a collective consciousness which permeates everything and all of us, a consciousness, driven by our collective need for survival and evolution. The musical bike was a critical element in our visit of 17 schools and one orphanage in four major cities and a dozen small villages throughout the mountain villages of Bosnia. (54) Never before did Foreign Aeairs fnance a tour by small artists. Previously they had only supported the likes of the National Ballet and Toronto Symphony Orchestra. So how does some artist, who has to hitch hike 400 Km to his capital City, get the Government of Canada to give him $39,000+ and put the reputation of our entire country at stakeo

I presented, to the head of the Cultural Aeairs Department at Foreign Aeairs, the front page of the Toronto Sun displaying, the Prime Minister of our country with his hand at the throat of a demonstrator. I suggested: “We really need to change the political climate of this country.” I showed him pictures of self-funded relief tour to Croatia and Bosnia by myself and friends; a video of the group in Toronto that was jointly arranging the tour htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=AcPQA010CvE, and a leter of support from Jacko, a clown from 'clowns sans fronieres' who had performed in front of the snipers in Sarajevo with six clowns from France. A very brave act. I asked Foreign Aeairs for money to take three people who supported Canadian National Unity and three people who supported Quebec Separation to Bosnia. He asked for a leter of Reference. My close friend, Charlie Hill had become a famous curator at the national gallery, he wrote a leter they couldn't say no to. I guess they crossed their fngers. A key member of our tour group was Goran Simic a Serbian poet/peace activist whose brother was the Serbian General who was directing the assault on Sarajevo. Steve Atrib organizer of the World Peace and Relief Team provided us a truck. Steve organized three marches down Sniper's Alley in Sarajevo. Despite the fact that the tour members included: a gay-feminist and a pro- militarist monarchist, and that we were living in a sea of psychic torment for fve weeks, not one bad or angry word was spoken by anyone on the tour. To the credit of everyone, we put our dieerences aside, [there were many], and focused on the needs of the children and the people of that country. We did the tour on the cheap, often sleeping on loors, three of us growing sprouts for the mainstay of our vegetarian diet, and using the many contacts and favors Goran Simic arranged for us. On returning from the tour, I slept in my uninsulated tree house that winter. The tours had been an amazing success: In the spring, Foreign Aeairs invites me to lead a seminar inaugurating a new policy change that would formally fnance artists in war zones. In the seminar, I suggested that our success was because we went there to learn and made no suggestion that we were there to teach anyone anything. Our biggest challenge was to have peaceful relations between ourselves and to bring joy to the kids. Bolstered by the success of the tour in Bosnia, and the belief that anything is possible, I began a peace mission to an equally formidable place. Ariel Sharon had got to a Mosque in Jerusalem he was not invited to, against the advice of the PLO leader Yasser Arafat. It was a colossal insult to the Arab community. This was before the era of suicide bombings. I sensed trouble. With considerable support from the Jewish and Arab communities in Canada and the progressive element in Israel, I sent, at my own expense, 2 Jews and two Palestinian Arabs to a multi-cultural multi-faith festival in Haifa. They were some of the best performers in Toronto and were well received singing a traditional Palestinian marriage song in each other's language. The mayor of Haifa agreed with my proposal to create a sister-city relationship with Haifa and a Palestinian City. At the time I had proposed the creation of electronic music sculptures in these sister cities that would allow musicians in these cities to hear, see and play with each other. The technology enabling this was at its infancy in 2001. Mel Lastman decided against it even though his assistant, who has served as an officer in the military was very supportive of the concept. Today this technology is almost commonplace and I am rebirthing the project. The tour bankrupted me so severely I became homeless and moved to Tent City. This was a squater's encampment of 00 plus people. Many were barred from the shelter system for fghting. There were 4 convicted murderers, a man who served two terms in Vietnam, another who served in the Korean 'demilitarized zone', an African mercenary, a man who fought in the Balkans, an ex-undercover narcotics officer in the Canadian Military, a Golden Gloves Boxing Champion, a silver medalist for boxing at the Pan Ams, a one time world kick boxing champion. Needless to say, most conlicts were resolved physically. On average there were about two fghts per night. People there, prided themselves as warriors. Mixed with the fact that ninety percent of the residents were alcoholics and or crack addicts, things got rather brutal at times. The frst winter I slept in a trailer I towed behind my bike. A gentleman from the Caribbean Islands suggested that my bike trailer would be in great demand where he came from. The second winter I spent in a tent donated by Hawk, the ex- kick-boxing champ. A local good-Samaritan, Mike Merau, who provided winter clothing, food and amenities to the residents, gave me some mylar to put in the tent. The door and windows of the tent were nonexistent. The metal coated heat relecting mylar (55M) made the dieerence; I was always warm all winter long. Mike, was the frst voice of peace to enter this warring community and the only one, outside of myself, from the mainstream social world, to make these eeorts voluntarily. Inluence in these communities is endlessly beter when you live in them. Many of the intelligentsia in this community at that time did not trust the social services, they saw through the do-gooder-look good mentality. What took some of them years to see was that the do-gooder mentality is often one of the stages one goes through before one sees the creative possibilities in a mutually benefcial relationship. In the Spring, a local resident and friend Jim, built a 2x4 frame for a house from scrap materials, he gave me the frame as a form of welcoming me into the community, all 'true' residents eventually built a house. Everyone there had a story; Jim worked in the oil refnery industry, cleaning out the unusable crap in the refning chambers, dressed in a protective suit. It was a dangerous job, if oxygen got into the chamber he was working in, he would be blown to hell. There were two of them that did this work. He was in the office when his buddy was working his shift. A red light would lash if oxygen was detected. This red light was lashing, and nobody was doing anything, Jim spoke up, he was told to keep his mouth shut. The money vampires lost two employees that day, Jim quit. I spent a couple of weeks building my place based on Jim's gift. On average, every board had ffty nails that had to be yanked. After a month of hard work puting all the siding up, windows, skylight...I did an artsy paint job in the interior and went to spend my last night in the tent. The rats that lived in the mountains of garbage, for the frst time ever, made an atempt to curl up with me. The frst one I awoke to was sleeping on my bare back. Being rather ill-deposed to these, [I now realize], amazing creatures, I chased this, reluctant to leave creature, oe my back and out of my tent, only to have two more crawl into my sleeping bag and hour or so later. I left my tent to them and moved to my newly painted stinking abode. Rats live as a community and gain a collective wisdom about cats, dogs and humans they share their environment with. They knew I was going to leave them the next night. They'd seen 00 houses being built by the squaters and they saw an emotional patern which leads to an emotional high the night before you are to move into your new home. I had provided them, on occasion, unwitingly, scraps food. From my smell, they could tell I was a vegetarian, and from my demeanor, no threat to them. They were going to miss me and wanted to be close. The next evening, expecting to enjoy the frst pleasant night in my new home, I opened the door to see two women taking money out of a man's pants. As I walked in the door, two very large men followed in behind me. I sternly told the women: "Put the money back, there's no theft in this place!" The larger of the two men went into a ft: "What planet is he fromo" And began to negotiate my demise with the other gentleman, Ron, I had, up to that time, met but once. I was taking away money for crack cocaine from this enraged tyrant. The son of a store owner in the neighborhood, believed this was the man that had robbed and beaten his father to death in his store. I asked the two ladies what the man laying on my bed was doing. They said he had OD'd. Sirens blared in my brain. While I atempted to get the man conscious again, Ron, at a sizable 230, negotiated with the other 'gentleman' on my behalf. He had witnessed a rare approach to smoking crack: I had bought a $40 piece, split it up as evenly as possible then oeered Ron and two mutual friends the frst choice. [Which was a violation the crack culture norm where the person with the crack always took the biggest portion.] Ron was so aeected by this one small action of fairness and equality that he actually stood up for me, despite the loss of crack he would have goten had I been done away with. Thanks to his presence, I survived without incident. The three musical bike sculptures were one of the frst things people saw when they entered Tent City. As such, I became one of the prime gate-keepers who would talk to few mainstream people entering the compound. Ninety percent of the time they were either Church folk, media, social workers and on one very rare occasions a police senior officer. On seeing the bikes he introduced to me a fashion artist/producer, who wished to set up a runway amongst the 20 ft high mountains of garbage and the millions of rats. Absolutely ingenious I thought. However geting the prima-donnas to agree to his artistic vision was not to be in the cards [hopefully some day]. I told the senior officer, that at my house, people were allowed to take whatever drugs they want and have whatever sex they wanted with consenting adults of age, but there was to be no violence and no robbery. He said: "Do what you want as long as we don't have to come here." This was my official green light for an experimental 'red-light district' in Toronto. For the next 4-5 months, my house was party central 24/7. Where, in the past, Johns had often been brought to Tent City to be robbed, my house was a safe zone. I made it a point that there is no excuse for violence even when you are jonesing (craving) badly. I smoked my share and when I needed to, went out to the abandoned road and danced oe the pain of the withdrawal. I was older than 90% of the people there so there was no excuse for others to start a fght so as to shake oe their withdrawal. If anybody gave me troubles I politely suggested we go out and dance together. Their pride rarely would allow them to do so, but they always got the message and dealt peacefully with whatever issue had caused a confrontation. The dance technique I used was to let the pain of one's existence low through you like you were in a catatonic seizure. Then to direct the physical movement of the seizure into synchronized dance moves. I found that if one uses an elliptical arm movement with one arm and does the opposite ellipse with the other in a synchronized fashion one's arms move you like a gyroscope. When you learn to use these motions in multiple spins, like an ice skater, the force of your body spin is added to the force of the punch, theoretically, it becomes a one-punch fght terminating movement: a broken hand or a broken jaw or both. Blessed be the love of life, the theory was never tested and was used only as a withdrawal therapy and body massage/workout. My house got known as a safe place and as such became frequented by 'once week' crack smokers. Often we would invite the members of other houses to share in the peaceful booty and a way out of the misery of jonesing. After a few weeks, most of the other houses followed suit and Johns started to lood into the squat. Fighting and the threat of assault was reduced to 1-2 batles per month, largely amongst the residents, with one notable exception: Home Depot, who owned the land, and tolerated the squat, became uneasy about it being toxic land and a potential for some serious lawsuits. The police and an army of security guards planned to evict us. It had been a violent place. [After our eviction the police asked me if I knew about any of the bodies buried in the swamp, I didn't. This was probably before our peace initiative. Wisely, they sent an undercover agent into Tent City to investigate. He frst came to my place where he met many of the other residents, then, having acquired his passport of entry, he explored. Initially, he smoked only small $5 pieces of crack. Crack is the badge of entry into the criminal world, undercovers have to smoke this debilitating drug if they are going to fnd out anything. Some pay a severe price for this indulgence. I can atest to this fact. It does a disservice to one's ability to act in a coherent social manner, and the ill eeects stay with you a long time after you quit. Much of the craziness in members of the police I believe is caused by this drug. It amplifes the negative insanity of any nasty situation. I don't suggest anyone take this drug other than in life or death situations like terminal cancer after all other options have failed {marijuana oil much beter}. Smoking only $5 pieces do not seriously aeect a 220+ lb man, and for a while, the undercover was managing to keep his intake at that and his relations with the members of the squat cordial and friendly. But he had money and Jackie, who was both, stunningly beautiful and a lovely woman, got him to go beyond the boundary he had set for himself. I wasn't there at the moment he lost it, usually in these cases, people's egos get to be very, very, annoying. Whatever he did, he pissed oe two of my long-time guests severely. They went looking for him with a hatchet covered in a big wool sock. My two guests made a fuss over my intervention, threatening me with the ax, but they respected my wishes. Thank the muse it went down as it did, and that he was a decent enough guy, making it easy for me to stick my neck out. A week or so later, a hundred plus police and security guards came without a fuss; and everyone left peacefully. The peaceful exit paved the road for a housing subsidy for all residents. From that experience, I saw the need for viable work for addicts and those outside the law. I created the concept of artistic bike stands using CNC machinery. Art embodies the artist's spirit. When a man works with care and love, on a 100 to 1,200 lb sculpture for a month or so, be it created by a grade 5 student,

a psychiatric survivor or an artist/social philosopher, the hopes and dreams of the artist reaches out to the worker and lows into his or her being. They become transformed without as much as a word being said. When the sculpture is in place, as a functional bike stand, they can pride themselves in parenting a beautiful creation from a young student into a landmark in their city. BikeArts.Ca (55). Inspired by D. Changer: "Artists who don't work in their gift, become criminals." When the criminal element is made to look artistic due to the fact that the social laws are so ludicrous that any act of defance is seen, by many, as an artistic/spiritual act. Our ludicrous drug policies lure our young people's into alcohol and drugs indulge as an act of rebellion. It often becomes an addiction due to the lack of community awareness, an awareness that cannot manifest itself while these foolish drug laws are in place.

The artist has to be both a facilitator and an artist. The opportunities of fame and loot, if there be any, must be shared equally. Good leaders follow the principle: the strong should take less for personal needs and manage more for the collective wellbeing. An athlete who does not challenge himself or herself becomes less functional. Similarly, those who do not challenge themselves socially, fnancially and psychologically lose their ability to manage difficult situations. It was being a witness to the transformation of people when given the appropriate social environment that made me come to the belief that world peace is a very real option. Some may feel that this book shouldn't be published until the security net is in place because the book may encourage the wrong people to get into research on technology that they might use harmfully. However, I believe that after reading this novella, many a bright mind may focus on creating the safety net before they engage in the development of direct energy technologies. PUBLIC USE OF CLASSIFIED MILITARY SPACECRAFT TECHNOLOGY

Hospitals and other buildings can be built as self-contained CMS's stationed in potential earthquake and volcano zones, enabling people to be lifted to safety in a split second. This is an expensive undertaking which can be paid for with the installation of classifed US. military generating plants at American military bases around the world (4) (4a). These generating plants would supply clean energy to world's electrical grid. Savings from health care costs alone will cover costs of these installations. Inside these bases, the classifed status of this technology would remain secure. We do not need to know at present how they operate!

At present, thousands of the world's best minds are exploring new energy systems, pushed by environmental concerns and the Internet. The military scours the world, bribing and intimidating the people who discover the secret to this energy source. The ever-increasing problem of people opening this black box is reduced if the military provides cheap and clean energy. These people can then redirect their eeorts on a range of much-needed technologies. The safety-net for the use of Classifed Military technology can be built in a multi-faceted process that includes:

- Development of mind-reading technologies with software that shields classifed information and 'private thoughts. - Developing Watson Union. The linking of world computer systems to amalgamate proposals related to conlict resolution locally and internationally. -Analysing characteristics of muscles such as movement, length and tension for identifcation and motive analysis. - Using the same spirit evident during the SARS campaign, researchers from around the world could link up with IBM's Watson to create a world-wide health system for optimum health and the cure of disease and aging. A computer system to amalgamate all branches of medicine. - Linking solar and wind researchers with IBM's Watson. - Providing clean energy, with classifed direct energy technology, to the world's electric grid from U.S. military bases. - Seting up secure bases to build classifed military spacecraft for disaster relief. Computer Savvy Health Care We have more than enough instruments that can be used by people to test their urine, blood, feces, mucous, muscle tension, body movements internally and externally, lungs, heart.... Sensing devices on their bodies and for testing purposes only, cameras and sensing devices in their bodies. From this data paterns will emerge that will provide an early warning system for all diseases. We will be able to link life-style habits and DNA to disease. All successful and unsuccessful atempts by doctors to assist patients to regain health will be added to this data. One's personal computer will provide continuous suggestions regarding what to eat and drink, what exercises to do, how long to sleep, when to abstain from sex and when to see a health expert. Sex-Population Control A drug should be created enabling men to orgasm like women without the release of seamen. Watson Union Immediately after 9/11 there were many proposals suggesting non- murderous options. The U. S. Could have used Sept. 11 to win over the minds and hearts of people all over the planet with a clever peace response rather than a barbarian approach. One of the many options, we had was to set up relief camps in and around Afghanistan. At the time of Sept. 11 there was mass starvation in that country. The chefs in these camps could have been the most creative chefs from those countries of the world who lost citizens in the twin-tower collapse. These chefs would study the cuisine from dieerent areas of Afghanistan and provide the best of that cuisine to the people for a month or two. Then after winning over the people in their area with delicious and nutritious Afghan food, on occasion, they would add a touch lavoring from their respective country. Through the food, music, art, games, sports and the Internet, the people of Afghanistan would have learned about the people of the world. The Afghan fathers and mothers who couldn’t feed their children would soon have the news of what had happened in NY. Within a few months the Americans and their allies would have gained the respect of many of the starving millions. The ragtag group of insurgents, spirited by many foreigners would have been immobilized. But there were no forums to explore innovative proposals, and no way of challenging the Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld war rhetoric. Watson Union could be the idea hub of the planet.

Preparations for West Coast Earth Quake – Tidal wave

Inlatable life rafts, placed throughout the area in,, numbers as would be required by every luxury cruise ship or naval vessel, should be the order of the day. htp://bit.ly/liferafts.

Proposal to University Engineering Departments

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/07/20/the-really-big-one

Creating solutions, to this soon to come disaster, could be part of the university curriculum or a thesis by a student grad teams. The following is one idea that hopefully will stimulate others:

The design below could be more navitagatable if rectangular in shape. A round shape is the least likely to be trapped under water. The designs will depend on where it is located.

An inlatable shelter-raft with an air-flled loor, walls and ceiling wrapped in Kevlar and or magnetic liquid armor.The house-raft would be comprised of several chambers with one-way valves internally. An outside layer of air chambers would be stie, enabling the shelter-raft to bounce oe objects.

An inside layer of air chambers surrounding seats for the occupants, would act similar to a crash pad.

The shelter-raft could be buried underneath the ground in parks, school playgrounds and beaches. In an inlated position, the entrance would be at ground level.

Compressed air tanks made so as to be lexible, would: inlate the house-rafts in a few seconds; provide air for people inside if needed; and provide a ballast.

Inside people are fted tightly together with harness to secure them

Handles and harnesses are available on the outside.

Rations and water are available inside and outside the house-raft.

The rectangular-shaped shelter-raft could bemodifed to be placed on roofs of buildings.

A GPS system installed so the shelter-rafts can be brought back to land if they are taken out to sea by the tidal wave. Designed with an engineering program like Solid Works and tested both in labs and down the most treacherous falls and rapids, it should be designed to stay aloat no mater what. TAXATION

Leting the rich manage the money they make is a smart policy, if they expand the scientifc, technical, medical-health-sport, progressive social and artistic world with the money they make; and they make their money on things that beneft our society. Unfortunately, a signifcant amount of money is made from feeding oe of people's negative side. Giving those, that make their money positively, some say as to where their tax money should be spent on science, education, health, etc would also be prudent. However, their ability to make money is only one of the mind-sets that are a contribution to our progressive evolution. So, even if they dutifully follow the principle: the strong should take less, an appropriate percent of their profts could well be used to build and maintain our physical and social infrastructure, and be administrated by the general population in a democratic fashion. None of their wealth could have been created without the eeorts others. Money spent on vanity and luxury items should have a graduated tax that rises exponentially with the absurdity of the purchase and the lame excuse for it. Education, medical and internet services for all people is a basic requirement for the unleashing of the creative genius in all parts of the society. POLICING

I am a close friend of the son of Noel Wats, the Toronto policeman who started the task force. Richard said that his father almost always went through the door frst when it was batered down. Inevitably he would have been met with the screams of terror from the innocent women and children that are in the apartments. I can atest to that: the screams from the women and her son, down the hall, ricocheted in my brain for 0 months after her apartment door was batered down. A vain atempt to catch her lover, I have good reason to believe she hadn't a clue as to what he was up to. All humans are emotional-psychic sponges that pick up the terror being radiated at them. The terror is accentuated when people are on drugs. It's like being in a room with music you despise turned up full volume. One can pretend not to notice it, but one cannot escape from its eeects. Richard's father came home with it. Richard's sister told me that her father’s stress was directed to Richard. The tactic of batering down doors should only be used when people's physical safety is at risk and never to facilitate the arrest of non-violent criminals. I bailed Richard out of jail three times in 2 months and out of a mental institution twice within the same 2 months. Eventually, I got him working which put him back on his feet and stopped his abnormal threatening behavior. bikearts.ca Let us start cooperating with Portugal in fguring out how to beter deal with human excesses. The police have society's toughest assignment: Saying no to the people who are least likely to take no for an answer. Some of these people will resort to illegal and often violent acts when directed to stop their actions. Beter this task be given to a smaller, well-studied, well-tested group of people in our society than people who have litle or no experience in troubled social environments. Those who wish to be police should work 7 years plus with psychiatric survivors, troubled youth, criminals in rehab and with those caught up in domestic violence before they apply to police college. They should receive a 75% vote of support from their clients, colleagues, and authorities they worked with for the last two years before they are accepted in police college. Drug, and alcohol addiction is a medical-social-psychological issue. Forcibly Restricting use of a person's chosen 'medication is counter-productive. The job of policing the laws pertaining to drugs and of-age prostitution is a receipt for psychos. Police work a 20 hr week, with a paid yearly vacation and a sabbatical identical to university professors. Police at their choosing, can manage a charitable fund which is twice their salary. A system is created where police can speak freely without being identifed. The police often have to deal with people who take pride in assaulting them. This creates a hierarchy in the police force around physical prowess and the love of 'mixing it up'. Mitigating this inevitable process can only be done if there is a community-based bueer between the police and the warring parties. And a system based on fair, transformative, non-vengeful justice. In such a system the guilty party may not like the justice delivered to him or her but they will take it as most adults take their medicine when delivered to them by friends or acquaintances they respect.

Petition for self policing experiment by addicts.

Background

B's condition which was turning her body into one big black rotting sore. Crack laced with some dog dewormer was the cause. There were warning and pictures from the health centre regarding this malady. After watching this steadily get worse I called an ambulance. But she didn't want to go, so to the dismay of the ambulance attendants who clearly saw the need, they left without her. Later, I talked to my neighbor who also works the same occupation. She convinced B to go to the hospital. Recently I met another addict in a similar condition; unfortunately, nobody will be talking that women woman into going, her social pain is too great. There is a real need for people like her and some of the gangster bullies to dry out. Because the addict populations can't manage themselves we have a law prohibiting the sale of the drug. But if someone whats – needs the drug, they can still get it. So the problems we wish to address with our laws don't work very well.

Proposal

All addicts in a community place their names in hat. When five people sign a petition suggesting someone dry out, be they a signed in addict or not, then 12 names are picked randomly from the list of addicts, and this is the jury that decided the fate of the accused. Like a regular court of law, he or she has the right to appeal three more times with three new juries. After which, the addict is sent away for 42-46 days to a drug-free inescapable training 'holiday' camp where for the first two days medical doctors study the patient and talk to him about him or her being dry for 40 days. Then they attempt to administer to the addict, the best high of his or her life for two days. After the 40 days of sobriety, the addict can leave or have medical doctors administer another 4 day high. After the 4-days the addicts, if they choose, can stay for another 90-day sobriety with another offer of a 4-day high at the end. After that the time extends to 9 months and 26months. At the camps, 4 hours a day, 4 days a week, is spent learning a skill set. Although this proposal is written for China, Canada and the US. It would well apply with Russia, Iran and many other countries.

MILITARY PEACE STATIONS

The Canadian and US Military will each build a state of the art facility in China that will house sports, the arts, scientifc and medical research and educational. The sites to be located at places determined by China where the potential of an armed atack is greatest. China reciprocates in the US. and Canada.

The architecture and functionality of the buildings will be based largely on the needs of the visiting country with input from the home country. The purpose is to create a facility in the home country that the visiting country would not want to destroy. Thereby reducing the oeensive military capacity of countries involved while maintaining their defensive capacity.

These facilities will encourage exchanges, with the best athletes, artists, doctors and scientists.

Live stream and video production will provide viewers at home a shared experience.

The design and construction of the Military Peace Stations will have designers, construction crews, troops, families, support personnel, scientists, leaders and civilians from the visiting country working alongside their counterparts in the home country on the ground together. It will be a cooperative eeort at all levels except for security issues of the home country.

These exchanges will give the military a leading role in the peace process and develop new skill sets in its membership. It will develop a broadness of mind in all levels of the military, government and the populace. The eeorts of all sectors of the society to accommodate a dieerent perspective bodes well for the enhancement of a creative spirit which will have positive eeects in all aspects of society; innovation, science, technology, health, life-styles...

Combatants would think twice about destroying: - the state of the art buildings they worked diligently to create, - the scientists that are essential to their well-being, - the athletes and artists they personally identify with, - the people of the host country they work and play with, and over time, learn to love and respect.

In honor of those who sacrifced so much to bring us to this point in world history: Lest We Forget.

Process - Community Input

Political science classes from high schools in Canada and the US. to partner with two political science high school classes in China for the purpose of designing the functionality of Military Peace Stations in the US, China and Canada. At this level, it is a cooperative effort among all parties. Individual students will be encouraged to explore ideas with other students in the other countries.

Experts in the fields of psychology, sociology, astrophysics, military history... will be invited to speak to and inspire students along with officials at Ministry of National Defence and Foreign affairs who will explain what it means to be a Canadian ambassador who identifies as a Peacemakers. Their presentations placed on the web along with others in their respected field.

Art and design classes in the three countries will create architectural designs for the Military Peace Station that will be guided by the proposals of the political science class. Experts in the fields of architecture, engineering, psychology, sociology, astrophysics, sports, arts and science will assist the students at schools. Their presentations placed on the web along with others in their respected field.

The proposals from the schools to be reviewed and elaborated upon by universities and military colleges in the three countries. Military colleges will focus on security issues.

All proposals to be placed on the web site for others to see and build upon. It is in the spirit of the proposal that if you are using someone's idea you acknowledge the source of your inspiration. The Website will blog ideas from anyone who wishes to contribute.

Final submission from university and military colleges to be sent to the governments of all three countries.

The design and building of these stations should involve as broad a sector of the populace as possible such that when political and military leadership changes the psychological and social forces on the new leadership to maintain and improve on the exchanges will continue.

Some ideas to explore: Facilities for Sports and Military Games

Since many of the games will be played with teams composed of players from different countries, dressing rooms and other facilities should be multicultural and provide assistance with translation between players.

Medical Centre

Doctors from the home country will work on injuries of athletes and soldiers in the visiting country who have not had the best success with their medical system.

Centres in both countries will partner in research that will benefit hell-being and fitness both physically and emotionally.

Science Centre

Astronomy centre dedicated to: - the understanding of our evolution - the search for celestial bodies such as asteroids, rogue planets and binary solar systems that may not bode well for Earth's well-being.

Rehab Centre

To house members of military families.

Think-tank Centre

A network that reaches out to all areas of the world for ideas which will assist the resolution of differences between countries.

A computer system to interlink and ameliorate these ideas for practical use. People from around the world will be able to challenge both the logic and conclusion of this computer system.

A task force that applies new conflict resolution ideas at home with people in conflict: gangs, prisons, communities.

A video game design centre to assist in the development of peace strategies.

The think tank would be an antenna into the community so as to understand the origins of potential conflict.

Internet Musical Sculptures A sound and video system to be built into a sculpture that will display other musical sculptures in other cities. The sculptures will be reflective of the history and spirit of the visiting country.

This sculpture to have a stage designed primarily for children. Percussion instruments on the outside are designed primarily for adults. The height of most instruments can be adjusted to accommodate those adults in evening gatherings who wish to use the stage.

Above and around the drums, lights will flash to the beat of the music. In the drums, 25% of the lights there will respond to people hitting the drums and another 75% will respond to the drummers when they are on beat.

Video screens on the inside and outside show players from other cities.

Bicycles transport the sculpture and can be mounted so as to power the electrical system. A solar panel on the roof can be raised to the preferred angle for additional energy.

A portable sculpture like this could travel and would provide a means for foreign visitors to interact with the public.

Virtual Reality Exercise Rooms where one can run, peddle or row anywhere in the world.

State of the Art Theatres

A stage that enables live performance to be integrated with holographic cinema. INTERNATIONAL POLICY

“And I would bomb the shit out of them.” A sentiment unfortunately too often heard; which is a receipt for world disaster. Craziness is the breakdown of communication between people. When this happens, as it did to me just after the war in Vietnam had ended, some people, [as I did], become obsessed with understanding the powers that run the physical world. And on occasion, a Tesla or an Einstein is born with a revolutionary idea as to how to harness natures fury. Thankfully, since the beginning of the modern age, these geniuses have been in the main peace-makers. This may well change if we cannot fnd the means to deal fairly with the discontent.

Iraq (50fp), Following Ariel Sharon's footsteps, America has insulted the people in Afghanistan, Libya, Syria, Iraqi...to the core: When your foreign policy has created a situation where people are strapping bombs to themselves, it's time to leave. Ariel Sharon atempted to made amends by returning the Gaza back to the Palestinians. Under the present situation America must do more.

All biological warfare and testing labs in all countries with potentially catastrophically deadly biological agents, viruses, etc. must be sheltered from Earth Quakes and Tidal waves of 11 in magnitude.

Some of the crossings between Mexico and Texas is likened to the crossing of the Mediterranean by North African refugees: Lots of people try it and fail, often leading to death. Border crossing is a problem of the world not just in the US. The Trump Wall, a wall to trump all walls: Option 1. A one-mile wide corridor with the best entertainment the world has created. Like the Greek mythical Island of Sirius, only the resolute will be able to transcend its lure and as such transverse its breath. It will be a flter between the two nations. OR Option 2. A mile wide corridor of schools and scientifc institutions designed to captivate minds at all levels. Those who are able to transverse it will have transcended into the world of enlightened gift creation and be a blessing to the country they visit. OR Option 3. Both, a corridor 2 miles wide, entertainment frst mile, education the second mile. The line between the two zones intertwined with both paradigms.

We must engage immigrants in activities such that they will be the flter through which only the honest and respectful will be allowed to immigrate and conduct commerce in either country.

Beter yet, enable this corridor to inspire people such that many will turn around and go back home with visions of how to resolve the difficulties there.

Let the Trump wall be a reaffirmation of the Statue of Liberty.

The art of the deal with respect to China and Japan.

China and Japan could hire the US Military and environmental companies to clean up their pollution. America would pay its debt and trade defcit to China and Japan this way.

Note: one of the problems that the US has with competing against Japan, is that all Japan's best brains go int consumer technology and marketing, while the best brains in the US go into the military and espionage. .

Waco Texas:

The President of the US., Bill Clinton, was responsible to provide a peaceful resolution of the conlict. It is a sign of his character that he was not capable of that. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=5_ega0AINmw

None of this would have happened if both parties in the negotiations wore mind reading headgear. htps://www.youtube.com/watchov=aE4pto0_Dmo

All those WACO residents that are incarcerated must be let out of prison and compensated. FUKUYAMA

This is an unprecedented world disaster. All countries on the Pacific Rim should assist Japan to evacuate people in toxic areas to their countries until the world can figure out what to do to reduce the radiation poisoning there (57) (57a) (57b) (57c) (57d).

US. should use their classified technology to assist in solving this catastrophe.

A consortium of counties should provide volunteers to assist Japan in the cleanup, reducing the amount of exposure to harmful radiation per person. Only god's go faster than the speed of light.

As you take a pendulum clock farther away from the Earth, the pendulum starts to fall to the Earth slower, to the point where it stops moving. Can we say that time goes slower as you travel away from the Earth. Or should we say, that the physical phenomena of the clock is aeected by the physical phenomenon we call gravity. Hypothesis: the physical phenomenon of gravity changes [is reduced} in density as one travels away from the Earth such that its eeects on the pendulum are reduced. If we take a cesium clock (56c) away from the Earth the opposite happens: the clock starts to go faster. Can we say that time goes faster as you travel away from the Eartho Or should we say that the physical phenomena of the cesium clock is aeected by the physical phenomenon we call gravityo This physical phenomenon of gravity changes in its distance from the earth such that its eeects on the decay rate of the cesium atom are reduced. The denser gravity on Earth impedes the internal motion of the nuclear phenomena. Gravity is an electrical phenomenon and does not exist in of itself: At distances beyond the atomic structure where particle masses are bonded together in a nucleus, protons and electrons pull one another with a greater force than protons and electrons push their like. It is a very small dieerence between this push and pull. The electrical force is 10 to the 50th stronger than gravity, as such we have yet to develop the experimental equipment to prove or disprove this hypothesis. Either way it does not distract form the theory that suggests: what is aeecting the motion of our clocks is a physical phenomenon, not curved space, a 21st dimension or some other Alice-in-Wonderland concoction. In the Roman and Greek era, the mainstream theory used to explain the reason why air sustained life followed a similar fantasy. An intelligentsia which supports fantasy explanations of the physical world, will have a tendency to support the absurdity of a social structure with indulgences that weaken both the ruling strata and the populace they are 'leading'. The control of science has always been key to military success. But it was in the 20th century that it became absolutely crucial. The outcome of WW2 would have been reversed had the Japanese managed to develop the atomic bomb frst.

If we take our cesium and pendulum clocks to Jupiter the experimental results are opposite to those in higher orbit. The more powerful/denser gravitational (electromagnetic) forces accelerate the downward motion of the pendulum faster and increases the deceleration upwards, the hands of the clock go faster and the denser gravitational (electromagnetic) felds inhibit the workings of the cesium atom making the cesium clock go slower. Because the decay of the cesium atom and the motion of light are both nuclear phenomenon, they have similar workings and a similar velocity. A velocity eeected equally by the density of the gravitational (electromagnetic) felds that they move in. The 'vacuum inside nuclear accelerators is a space without particle masses, but it is not an empty space. It is flled with the substance that extends from the particle masses and which form the electomagnetic feld. It is this physical phenomena that explains the dark mater that comprises 4/5 of the universe and which we do not have the instrumentation to detect as yet. When protons are accelerated to a velocity close to the speed of light in this vacuum, the dark mater felds are compressed in front of the particle and a decompression is created behind it. When protons going in opposite directions near the speed of light crash into each other, the compressed dark mater in front becomes another proton and the decompression become an anti-proton. Quantum mechanical eeects are caused because the dark mater felds extending from the protons and electrons in the instruments we use to measure phenomena interfere with the phenomena we are measuring. Because of this interference, we can never get a totally accurate measurement. The String theory suggests the dark mater felds that surround particles have a velocity far greater than the speed of light. The relationship of dark mater to the rest of the obvious masses suggest that The felds extending from the particle masses are in fact greater in mass.

Gods are beings who can transform the physical world with their thoughts. At the point in time when any intelligent civilization understands the nuclear, electromagnetic, dark mater reality well enough to manipulate it so as to go faster than the speed of light, this intelligent life form will be able to manipulate the atomic structures with electromagnetic felds such that they will do what they will with it. They will be able to perceive the motions of molecular structures anywhere in the universe; including the movement of the electrons and protons in the brains of other intelligent life forms. As such they will know what they think and be able to aeect their thoughts. Intelligent life forms at this level are able to arrange the motion of atoms and other atomic phenomena in their brains such that they can aeect the movement of particle masses around them and create what they will. The electromagnetic felds [dark mater] that surround every particle mass in the brains of these intelligent life forms will intersect and intertwine with the dark mater from other intelligent life forms. If they can set up the appropriate frequencies in this dark mater, quite possibly they can eliminate the need for their visible bodies. Beings at this state of consciousness do not have to travel to other planets in primitive physical objects. Implication: Intelligent life forms that have not become gods are prety much stuck in their solar system. This is another reason why the aliens we here about are home- grown, bio-engineering products from labs here on Earth and possibly nuclear test sites.

Everything in our Cosmos gets infnitely big and infnitely small: there are universes both inside the atomic particles, and the Cosmos. Being a Muslim

In protest to the hate campaign raging around the world, I decided to become a Muslin. I was asked two questions before I could enter the Muslim community. Do you believe in Godo And Do you believe Mohamed is a profto My understanding of God is most likely dieerent that anyone else, but we are all unique in this world. There are over a billion people that follow the Koran, one may agree or disagree with people's interpretations of Mohamed's life, but obviously the man is a prophet. Presently I frequent the local Islamic Information and Dawah Centre, where I meditate on the best way to facilitate creative dialogue and activities between communities.

The maple leaf-puzzle design in the above right bike stand was created from two ideas by art students at Bloordale Collegiate, the high school across the street form the Islamic Centre. A meeting at the Islamic Centre, where a Jewish Rabbi, Christian Minister and the leader of the Islamic Centre spoke about peace, inspired the use of the religious symbols from Muslim, Jewish, Christian, Buddhist, Hindu and Sikh religious. Cut-outs of their buildings will surround the maple leaf and provide a space to lock one's bike to. If other faith centres so choose, they may also wish to have a copy of this bike stand, slightly modifed. In the modifed version the cut-outs and faith symbols are slightly rotated so that their centre would be in the prominent North-South position. To date, we have approval from the Baptist Church. In keeping with the spirit of Toronto, having one, virtually identical, bike stands at dieerent faith centres throughout the City would, by their appearance, signify unity and peace. One of the members suggested a bike stand ion the shape of peace symbol to be placed in front of the centre as well. Having other faith centre create their own design or designs, as the Islamic Centre did, would make a nice addition to the unifed bike stand. The leader of the Centre, Sabir Ali, has agreed to the proposal that these uni- faith bike stands be made by soldiers with PTS, irrespective of the conlict they were sent to.

Aqua-life-showers

Inspired by a study at Purdue university that used aqua-life to reduce the severity and occurrence of Alzheimer’s in senior citizen residences. (60) Based on the philosophy that sees the diseases of the elderly as expressions of limitations and imbalances in earlier years, the following invention was created. The Aqualife Shower Jacuzzi system on the right is created with curved transparent walls and ceilings that becomes one continuous aquarium.

In the shower or Jacuzzi you will be intimately surrounded by the sea world. The various curved and straight sections can be joined in many different combinations creating an endless number of shapes. With the vast array of aqua-life this product will provide a constantly changing art form. Stunningly beautiful, Aqualife fuses technology similar to that used in state of the art indoor aquariums like Sea World with a relaxing artistic majesty.

One way mirrors on both the inside and outside walls of the aquarium as well as the proper intensity of light inside the aquarium allows people, on both sides of the aquarium, to either see: into the aquarium but not through the outside wall, or through both walls. Automated cleaning devices make for easier maintenance.

The product can be used for areas that are open to hotel or resort guests, in marriage suites or in private homes. Hotels will be given a resort quality that will benefit peoples minds and body. Beauty, especially natural beauty puts people at ease and gives people its vitality. A vacation in a resort with such facilities would be the perfect gift to someone who is pregnant.

For the marriage suite it will add a new splendor to the honeymoon.

Children on the whole don’t like taking showers, but now, turtles, an octopus and the strangest looking creatures you can imagine will create for you a dieerent problem: your kids will not want to get out of the shower. But you don’t mind for you have anticipated this and have given yourself enough time to relax on your bed for half an hour while your young ones are fascinated by natures wonders. New rules of warfare:

Whenever a soldier can be debilitated by injuring only his hands, while maintaining the safety and strategic importance of your eeorts. it should be employed. Therefor fewer deaths will occur while defending their strategic position.

America should equip all their tanks, armored personnel carriers and all their aircraft with microwave artillery. They should provide their opponents with a microwave weaponry consistent with the opponents level of technology. An Opportunity

This generation, if it can get its act together, will be able to reverse cellular senescence and as such live forever. Under these circumstances we must change out outlook on many things that have become the cornerstones of our being, our sexuality, our spirituality. This had beter be a mass movement around the world or it's not happening for the vast majority of ordinary folk. Niburu 9th Planet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvQ-u-ZRZbo

Ever more reason to declassify all military technology as suggested by this essay. Computerized craft could be deployed to redirect all asteroids. Craft housing people could hide behind the Earth. Poetry

Evolution

And they went to the war zone to save humanity From its insanity

These mice watched as the would-be dragon-kings Devoured their carcasses

Jesters these mice are, the would-be dragon-kings thought Inconsequential

But the would-be dragon kings were dinosaurs Not long for this world

5000 clown noses were given to the children of Bosnia, a donation from the Clowns sans frontieres troupe. We could have passed out 50,000, for even the adults wanted them, maybe needed them after the holocaust; maybe we all need them. Politics you jest

Can we awake the desire in them to sing Without making the lords jealous of our music Thought the jesters Crafting their next assault on the community psychosis

And the want-to-be kings learned to play the fool The castles became theatres for comic improvisation

And the paupers all became magicians

Dezo flaps lips thru a small hole to create a vibratory ecstasy. Joyous Pandemonium

A search for togetherness and freedom As if it were the norm For the old guys are enjoying themselves Even when they give us the stage And with this spirit They can go to places they have never been before Because we are all playing together

Kids at Regent Park [public housing] on Zoosemobile preparation for the Bosnia tourHow much can anyone of us say we knowo I suspect, that it's very litle. But we can do beter. Golden Loonies

Ohm one fine day God the magic cookie cutter Placed her/him/itself [myself?] in the sky Above me And glory be A glory hole was cut And golden loonies showered down upon me Tinging, pinging, zinglewinging my brain Till a new consciousness awoke

And now I can cut my own cookies

God Bless the Loonie-bin ROYAL FOLLy

And this man so desired to become king That he donned the hat of the fool And said to the dragon kings and warlords with an artful wizardry But you are the fools and I am the king

This royal fool rode the chariot of creative magic With pomp and ceremony But this would-be king by wishing to be king of fools was a fool himself For it is the want to be king that creates all the world’s folly Derelicts?- Leaders?

There are no leaders As described in the culture of fantasia Only crazy derelicts Who wrench in pain As they let go of conscious reality Free to take a wild shot In the darkness of their oblivion Which on occasion Due to forces beyond their control Hits a bulls-eye

The first performance at the Pavarotti Centre by foreign musicians Painful Revelation?

Through a set of exercises and yells A religious mystic preys to god Absorbed in blissful ignorance To relieve slhe from the pain of the world But the pain and the ignorance is locked in place By the belief in a nursery-tale understanding of god

And so we go to war one more time To increase the pain And perchance through the misery and suffering We will dispel some of our ignorance For why else would we engage in such carnage Time and time again

Graveyard in Sarajevo Joyful lunacy

In a trance A psychic dance A jester in a Rodeo Flying through barriers Painlessly Riding the bull Our bull Till it is out of breath we think cause we’re out of breath but the bull never is in our lifetime Learning to enjoy the ride It’s forever RIDE THE ROCKET

I was gliding across the intersection On my cycle. Acting politely, as I approached a van I made an effort to speed up slightly, So as to reduce the van's delay in turning right.

But despite my good intentions he honked at me angrily And waived me out of the way. I yelled back angrily "Take pubic transit". The bandit, with his girlfriend, drove off.

I thought, 'Take public transit' could be said with more zip? Yes: "Ride the Rocket" But this poor encapsulated man would think Ride the Rocket meant being stuck in a mental/metal box or worse And obviously he can't get out of the one he's in.

Ride the Rocket a slogan by the Toronto Transit Commission Play with the devil's tail and you will wind up with your head in its ass-hole

CRACK

Too easy said the mouse to the cheese in the trap said the disgruntled addict to the smoke in the pipe Hobo-Jester

Venture to the world behind, hobo jesters you will find. Mystic beauty, worldly sure Hobo Jesters paradox pure. Travel with them, learn their way, see a world where spirits play Schooled in pain, time not lost, illusions vanish, ego tossed

Splendour gleaming deep within, torn away from pretence thin Arrive with them in mind that's free, greet them with equality Rich in life from fires of hell, love's volcanoes in them swell Judgement gone, a love that's free, world's of magic you will see.

Whisper, whisper, trickier treat, the jesters sweep you off your feet Whisper, whisper tricker treat, your mind is open to another beat

They'll fly you from that foolish pride, to their spirit you will confide Fly away from your fairy tale, the shiny prince is up for sale

Albert Roy, artist, philosopher Balls In the homophobic 70's He walked down the street Erotic - Provocative Right out there In a skirt Smiling at the daggers and growls that met him. With the thought: I want to fuck with you Now he had balls

In honor of my good friend Charlie Hill Who is the leader

But one who gives others the most freedom Who cannot be followed Who encourages you to find your own way To find your own joy Who provides the opportunity Who exudes the will To be in communion with others

Glendale Philip Master of Urban Tribal Celebration THE WORLD IS CRAZY AND YOU'RE A MAGICIAN ENJOY

Rhythmic transfer by Magic Energy Makers Toronto's Gay Pride Parade Party Philosophers

A curious party goer Wishing to know where the path would lead Travelled a distance away from his friends and colleagues Who were camped out on the path On his journey he saw a mother bear and her two cubs Coming down the same path

Rushing back to his friends Who were engaged in intense Socializing He told them what he saw Expecting they would quickly move

But they were party philosophers: “The course of the universe was set” they espoused If it be the 'Will of God' They would be protected

As is often the case The 'Will of God' Acted upon those who tempted fate In order to justify their complacency And boost their egos The jester Mind in as many dimensions as possible Tongue wagging Life on the line, head on the block The conductor of the political, social and psychic symphony

Wave your wand and behold the riddles of creation

. Dezo - A clown’s nose - Children - Euphoria Togetherness

I need a reality check and you need a reality check and we all need a reality check together Women and flashes of genius

Every day I wait for her And when she comes I ain't about to loose her And if you don't pay full attention to her She's gone Snow-job

It's raining snowmen head first The Snow Goddesses are up to their tricks Cool, slick, erotic They play the game They have become the game And we like fools Ignore the avalanche of snowmen Coming down upon us Our brains freeze We become their pawns

Frustrate a population sexually and they become warriors for the fools Carefully without a plan is a slippery slope to the fire’s of hell Such a morass When you run out of gas try’n to get back up that slippery slope And slhe will eat me alive I surmise with opened eyes to an illusionary state A bad fate ---- Can’t wait The Mad Dance

And like a madman flailing wildly So as to bring attention to his pitiful confusion Our world insanely dances Hoping the wisdom we so desperately crave will appear Somewhere Somehow Sometime

Bosnia 1997 Materialist Maddddness

You did everything wrong But smoking the bong Said the pink shrink To the dinklewizzberry All crazy in fury from her crotch to her brain Was totally insane But know bodies to blame Especially the fur

So you better sit quietly beside that good doctor And listen to him! Only in Molly wood The queens they rule And do they foool Around you, clown on you Their lips they glabber* About the dance they prance They prance, prance, prance Pretty pink bottom pants You chance To glance Eyes gloood Brain cooled You fooled?

glabber = babbling with slick, controlled, relaxed, assurityabsurdity Do I enter Slhe’e Lair sparkly fangs sharpened to bite Horns curved and grotesque like porcupines quills in a bleeding pet dog’s nose Daggers in slhe’s eyes And fire in every breath Claws lain in blood Surrounded by monsters I’m on unsure ground With no tested plan Go for it Slhe said Slick and assured from the dragon lady’s bed The devil’s been wed And Slhe has been fed Go go go for it Got a live life when you can No fun playing with yourself Delicately if you dare This rabbit said Without a head No brains but lots of experience I have I had, I was caught By the snake For Pete’s sake Be careful

Do I have a plan? To match the desire and the awaiting fire Be open To the harsh winds of reality For they are of life, of you and me A world beyond the mirage

But the mirage is reality too For we create it And it is part of you and me And we are part of the universe

Can we insist That our mirage be made to be the total reality Without the harsh winds of reality blowing our illusions away? It would have to be one hell of a mirage!

Sweeping for land-mines in a community park in Sarajevo On Your Arse

Don’t be afraid To ride down the slippery rocky hill on your arse Fear will only make the pain worse

As you stand up there naked in the blazing sun the dry desert air is sucking your life away You have a right to be afraid for you may not be able to overcome the pain in your mind of the trip on your arse downhill. You will surely die if you stay up there

The water/life is down here Go for it

Frans and Claire from Quebec worked with kids in Bosnia to build puppets for the parade. Awahke me With intelligent things Awfully good flings And elephant wings Enlightening visions Of the view from above

Of the view from below Of the I-don't know

Where the hippos-dance In make-believe trance Psychic tunes Wars by baboons Balloons balloons Pop, pop, pop It's all air That we all share The cosmic affair Awakening me bag of thistles

Why am I always Looking for the magic wand In that huge [gag] bag of thistles I have yet to find it I don’t absolutely know for sure if it’s there I’ve sort of felt close a couple of times When there was an energy shift It happens when I fast When I’m stoned Or when amazing things happen

I think there must be a magic wand there Otherwise so many people Would hot have Their hands in. This large bag of thistles It’s nice when once in a while the world turns on its head and feeds you the vegetarian equivalent of caviar on a silver platter

And do you gain from this experience?

Oooo bloody hell you do cause there’s a wicked spice in that caviar that you are not prepared for! and you wrench in pain. while wringing your brain for the tranquillity that must have been a shear illusion never once questioning the fact that:

The universe offered you caviar on a silver platter

Marni Norwich, Poet Sarajevo

Like a psychic sponge I stood On a street car With scores of survivors From the siege of Sarajevo They, radiating their hopelessness and inner torment

Like a magic wand their spell was cast And without a word being spoken A new reality seeped into my being

I was changed forever

A blanket of wood smoke covers the city. A modern city in ruins. Repair is slow because many of the skilled workers have left for Europe and North America I jump around Like I had ants in my pants Lots of them So many I can't move in any one direction to avoid any one bite Writhing unpleasantly I try to find a comfortable sitting position So that I may contemplate the meaning of life Deranged beyond comprehension That it may seem To those who already know the answer to the lottery question Who rolled the dice And who got intelligent parents? Who got a dumb, god and country sort of brother? Who got an alcoholic for a father? Who got sexually frustrated mother? Who can't come to terms with the need to get fuukked* Why does anyone need to get fuukked? When they could have such a comfortable life And avoid the shame and loathing of the herd

Wouldn't it be nice to be snug and comfortable? Being able to play with all the latest toys as good as anyone And wise enough not to brag about it Why God can't you take the ants out of my pants And make me just like them Why must I have to break their party bubble with my rotten antics Pants - Always

This little girl said with hurt eyes: Love me with your eyes only! For this little girl is going to keep her pants on And she did Without as much as a momentary exception Despite the pain, the assaults and the betrayal Despite the universe of hopelessness that surrounded her Something in her told her to fight

She survived the inq1uisition Never once did straying from reality She was no fool to believe he was being commanded by the better human spirits The monster would not be changed by her weakness So this little girl always wore her pants Year after year after year Confronting the energy, the anguishing and the insanity Pushing straight through it To a place and time when she could reflect Gain her freedom and control And learn to understand the madness of the human psyche when contorted to fit moulds they were not meant for

A childhood lost, A consciousness born Why me? The monster must think Locked behind jail bars I had it all

Before the forces of depravity hit

I must have done it for public education It surely wasn’t in my best interest depravity & enlightenment

The challenge is to humour the tormented about their depravities and reveal to them it’s a search for enlightenment by the forces of evolution that have locked into their psyche Using them Mercilessly to demonstrate to the world its inadequacy

Poor sops They’re always the butt of bad jokes And/or public wrath They are like the thankless pioneers who blazed the trails But never made it to the gold

It is our ridicule of them that keeps us from the gold as well FEEL THE WORLD’S VIBRATIONS

I walked into a world one day with dinosaurs and bats With ostriches all putting on their I can't see it hats The ostrich couldn't figure out the world above the ground It buried itself upside down with everything it found All terrified of looking at the world that was at hand It dug into illusions of a universe of sand So in the dark its head will stay to analyse by feel While round them dance the dinosaurs with thoughts of ostrich meal

The bats maligned for their dark way were zipping thru the air They paid no heed to gossipers they knew they weren't aware For they had figured out the way to hear their squeak rebound And dodged the dinosaurs with ease no bat-meal would be found They knew the ostrich couldn't see or hear their warning pleas For they were in another world where everyone flies free So in the sand they dug themselves to join the ostrich there To teach the ostrich all about a knowledge they could share

The bat tried squeaking in the sand to sense what was around But its high tech was jammed by sand its squeaks would just rebound The ostriches saw the bat confused with no evasion plan While dinosaurs were getting close the ground shook as they ran The ostrich knew vibrations by a sense of feel And pulled the bat up by its tail, to thwart the dino’s meal Well the bat had learned of other worlds Where things worked differently And figured out that there were still unknown realities

Feel the world’s vibrations sense the warning signs Know when it's time to lift your head to see what's out of line Feel the world’s vibrations sense the warning signs Know when it's time to look around and things will work out fine And if you were a poet of worth Your vision would be infectious like the plague And you would have to write your poems secretly Or the king would have your head.

Tis a sad thing, that as we enter the new millennium We here of few poets of worth

Goran Simic, a Serbian, poet, puppeteer, pro-unity writer in Sarajevo during the siege. His brother, a general on the other side, organized the bombing of Sarajevo. Frans a Separatist, art therapist and Miracle Worker from Quebec Illusion?

What may I learn that will enhance my understanding of reality such that I may gain the understanding of our evolution and set my path in its direction without undue pain and, god forbid, maybe in bliss.

War orphan in Mostar Bosnia with red nose and red eyes DISGRACE

When you have defeated yourself, who is the winner You hope an emerging new you The old you must die before the new takes over But at the moment of defeat And for some time after Sometimes a very long time after You can only see the old beaten up you in disgrace

If you become obsessed by the disgrace the new is not anew but a refurbished/rationalized old And sometimes it becomes evil: the glorification of weakness On Venus

Alone on the edge of a cliff Bare feet dangling over Toes a wriggling Not a worry in the world

Bosnian countryside: beautiful scenery, mountains, valleys and streams. But stay on the paved road, land-mines are everywhere! Dogmatic dinosaurs with sharp teeth and a dull wit Ripping apart my spirit boxing me into crazy illusions, dilutions of grandeur and impotence.

I jump hastily from this quicksand over the cliff into a short-lived blissful flight But somewhere inside I search for the clarity To crawl down the jagged, precarious cliff of consciousness Touching reality its sharp edges feeling carefully for those loose boulders that know no humility

Slowly down to the ground I make my way It's a long way down And I cannot yet see a level playing field

But everything in my life tells me that it is there The jump

On the edge Of reality a sledge Hammer No chance to stammer Confusion And clarity Both at once The intuition leads for the collective needs Jump into the abyss Suicide or revelation awaits Silent Eagle

And during slhe’s life discoveries came to hrm at a rapid pace Each new vision proceeded the next with amazing grandeur. Never once did slhe stop to popularize slhe’s visions because slhe was engrossed in the delivery of the next.

When slhe died Slhe was called an eagle amongst slhe’s peers But no one really knew where slhe had flown

Art therapists hired by World Vision to work with traumatized children in and around Tuzla Bosnia. They were our hosts for the Roots and Wings tour. A Limited Fantasy

We assume that the infinite is only in fantasy In our imagination When our imagination is blocked to visions that upset our fantasy When our imagination is finite. Chocolate Loonies

A pauper held a sign at the Stock exchange: Investment Opportunities for Advanced Lateral Thinkers A message for synergistic communication between classes

Those that didn’t understand what it meant Were reduced to growling like a wounded animal as they passed slhe Or to picking up the chocolate loonies That slhe tossed at their feet.

A subversive move To decay improperly used incisors and canines The Maze

In our social maze On mountainous terrain We travel on seemingly endless paths Crowded by thorn bushes we plant for our defence Blocked by blazing fires lighted by our pain. The human race scattered throughout every twist and turn Impeding each other’s escape

What words of wisdom must we seek That will facilitate our communication Our communion Such that we may learn every intrigue of the maze And move as one within it

The ultimate in erotic architecture: A castle perched upon a mountain pillar 150 metres above ground in Bosnian at that moment in time

In amidst the chaos I write a poem about whatever the angel above and the devil below settle between them at that moment in time. So you know everything All my dirty hidden secrets You think

But actually I work-for the CIA And I am investigating we are investigating This satanic sex cult trying to understand Why all these people Enjoy feeling This way So keep paying your taxes

A public service announcement By the Government of the United States of America The Glitch

There seems to be a glitch In the mechanism It doesn’t always run smoothly The glitch doesn’t always appear to happen at the same time Its unpredictable The mechanism is unpredictable, complicated and mysterious Like the rest of the universe it is in that it is made from that we continually underestimate that we are continually puzzling over THE MAGIC BEYOND

The rocks of Ireland know this song the fields and valleys our pain But who's to know the way beyond the sorrow, the terror, the blame And who's to find the song within the hearts and minds of men And women with a vision bright of love and music again

The valley's dark and the hills are steep, hatred holds the night But there beyond the mind of death, sparks of life dance bright Who's to live these rays of hope, what eyes are open to see Who'll find the path in the hills above leading to humanity

Who'll touch the magic in everyone, who'll see the spirit in all Who'll reach to find these answers for a passage thru anger's wall To soar above with vision clear, a way beyond our fate Remembering all the pain below, remembering the path of escape I fantasize

That which is impossible That which I am scared of That which is an illusion That which would destroy my illusions if it became reality

Such is love Bearers of Bad News

On this wooden ship was a carpenter Who knew well the state of wrought in his trade He was halfway across this vast ocean When he realized that the wood was leaking And he would never make it to shore

Does he tell the rest of the people on board? He figures they have three days to live And at present, they are having such a great time Some of them would have a good chance of surviving if everyone swam in a pack for a month And ate those who died MY HOUSE These little mice have no business in my house I paid good money for it and I worked hard I own it Besides I'm a more intelligent being and “I'll do what is best for me" Said the pauper to the mouse Said the ruling elite to the world populous If I fear that I will not bring the horse over the finish line Why should I run slhe {a gender neutral being} Fear is the only problem The finish line is irrelevant Craft the moment And we will have the ride of our lives Coughing up the Truth

A violent affair Between two Goliath Who beat their chests incessantly Without realizing for a moment What is about to crash in upon them The truth, traveling like a derailed locomotive Hurtling foreword The conductors drunk at the throttle Two hot air-streams of euphoric grandiosity Moving like atomic blasts At ground zero The goliaths collide head on

Lying beside each other Coughing up their blood Coughing up their life, the truth, their equality, Their mortality

No winners in the war UFOs

They’re Unidentified Flying Objects They’ve been seen by dozens of pilots in WW2 They’ve been seen by millions of people throughout the decades after the war They’ve got a cut following around the world They can travel as a wave, unaffected by inertia They come in a myriad of shapes They were instrumental in crushing the communist uprising in Brazil There’s no defence against them

They’re classified military spacecraft The Farce of Gravity in thee eeeer

Biffey gool blobber Swim and sink Float up likkeety split Bobble on top of if all Light and giddy we’re high on the methane Moving effortlessly amongst our piers In this psychic sort-of soup

Some of us more intoxicated than others Give rise to an upwardly float-able social structure

Sink, swim or float has to do with methane intake Chemistry rules And we three kings rise to the top of it all Knowing precious-little of the reasons for our Upward mobility Submission

And it goes against everything you(‘re narrow mind believes in But it is so incredibly beautiful You submit Submit Totally