THE REVOLT OF THE PAWNS: A POWER PLAY IN THREE ACTS

Dedication: This play, placed freely in the public domain, is dedicated to all of
the peoples of the earth, that they might finally know genuine freedom through
truth.

Plot Summary: A versatile operative of the New World Order is invited to attend
the annual meeting of its elite inner core, where she is compelled -- as are we
all during this time of unprecedented planetary crisis -- to make a choice. There
is an ancient Greek saying that to publicly proclaim the name of a god gives one
command over the powers of that god; this is true of demonic powers as well.

Literary Genre: Political Science Fiction

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Cast of Characters:

Alethea Seymour - (sometimes called Lethe) a multifaceted communications expert,

first seen as an agent of the global elite. She is fairly tall, elegant,
extraordinarily articulate, jaded, with prematurely silver hair, and, when first
seen, a preternaturally calm demeanor and a perpetual enigmatic smile, not
necessarily of good will, but of self-satisfaction.

Lieutenant General Harold Soaring Eagle (sometimes called Harry) - The youngest
and only Native American general of this rank in the US military, about to take
early retirement. He is slender, of small height with glossy black hair flecked
with silver, dignified bearing and a pock-marked face with a searing, highly
observant, but kindly gaze.

Senator Pauline McKinley Dennis - A bodacious, eloquent, but earthy African

American senator who forcefully and vocally dissents from the authoritarian
measures clandestinely being put in place by the corporate-controlled US
government under the current presidential administration. She is a woman whose
body is as large as her soul, for which she is as often mocked as much as for her
sex and race in an image-obsessed, still-racist and sexist global society.

Darwin Rockshield - Founding Director Emeritus of the Foundation for International

Association and Trade (FIAT), the inner network of the global elite. He is of
advanced age, tall, slightly stooped, with a notable mane of white hair framing
his chevron-shaped face, as well as sharp cunning and a twisted, thin smile
denoting a subtly sadistic sense of humor, all of which he uses to devastating
effect.

Helga Runes - Long-suffering life partner of Alethea Seymour, a government

translator of Northern European origin. She is short, blonde, animated,
outspoken, idealistic and real. Her honesty and cosmopolitan outlook put her in
conflict with current American values -- or the lack thereof.

Joan Beth - a viciously abused Asian child, about ten years of age. She is
precociously street-smart, understandably solemn, pretty, and grittily courageous,
being willing to expose her own and other children's tragic plight.
Senator Joe McRath - The hand-picked neoconservative US presidential candidate of
the global elite, who will provide a foil for those designated to win the
campaign. With a military background, he is short, with a bull neck, cleft chin
and wispy red hair combed forward concealing his baldness, if not his vanity. He
is aggressive in his expression; this is often mistaken for his being forthright.

Senator Sonorio Djembe: The hand-picked neoliberal black US presidential

candidate of the elite. He is a very tall, lean, erudite, light-skinned
mustachioed former basketball star with an elite education. When first seen, he is
quietly charismatic but seems cautious and insecure, therefore malleable, and
always posturing to appear statesmanlike; this changes as the play progresses.

Senator Melanie Bankraft Morton - Another hand-picked neoliberal US presidential

candidate of the global elite, designated sparring partner to Sonorio Djembe
during the US national election season. She is supremely opportunistic and
controlling, with an ill-concealed shadow side, running largely on her "first
woman" status. She is a stocky, porcelain-skinned brunette doing a reasonable
imitation of a southern lady with an edge.

Rev. Mr. Phil Myers - A respected "progressive" journalist and minister who has
secretly been a director of FIAT for many years. He is quietly compelling speaker,
an absolute master at projecting a folksily authoritative but open image of high
integrity, when, behind the scenes, he seeks to undermine the very causes he
publicly promotes. He is of medium stature, with a round, bespectacled face
topped with center-parted silver-blond hair and wears a clerical collar.

Aide to Rockshield - He is young, ruddy-complected, dark-haired, black-suited,

slender, chiquely bespectacled, brisk in manner but fair and astute, with more to
him than initially meets the eye.

Heavensent - The mysterious master machinist/technician of the Bluestar

Ecovillage; he is slender and nearly seven feet tall with a large domed head,
brilliant blue eyes deeply set like sapphires, wears white coveralls and possesses
a masterful mind cloaked with a sweetly humorous demeanor.

Dr. Avram Goldman/Sheikh Faisal Abdullah/Wi Gung Ho -Prominent international

professionals who are new inductees into FIAT.

Four Congressmen-attending the closed Joint US Senate/House Homeland Security

Hearing

Various Unnamed Attendees-in the Audience at the annual FIAT Conference

ACT I

Scene 1

A well-known corporate-franchise coffee house in the Georgetown district of

Washington, DC, early one winter morning. Two people are sitting downstage
conversing: Alethea Seymour and Lt. Gen. Harold Soaring Eagle.

SOARING EAGLE: It's appropriate we should meet here and speak of government
intrigue, Alethea. This is the place where that young woman, a White House intern
and part-time assistant manager here, was murdered execution-style with two of her
young colleagues. The safe was left untouched, the crime unsolved -- as many are
if they relate to our national government.
ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (politely stifling a yawn) I am not yet awake. Perhaps we could
leave politics alone, like they did the safe, Harold. Personally, I savor black
tea as opposed to green tea in the morning; perhaps conspiracy theorists will find
that significant, particularly the patterns of tea leaves in my cup. I suggested
we meet here to soberly celebrate your early retirement from the air force as one
of my oldest friends and one of our military's youngest generals ever. You will
be missed, at least by me, Harold.

SOARING EAGLE: But I will not miss working as one of the guardians of the
American Empire that routinely destroys the people of other nations -- just as it
is about to destroy its own.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR:(playfully) I guess that you have become one of the conspiracy
theorists that we in Homeland Security find so very vexing. I am going to rename
you Boring Eagle instead of Soaring Eagle if you keep it up, Harold!

SOARING EAGLE:(Half-smiling) Then I will call you Lethe -- your hated but well-
suited nickname: that river of forgetful denial that flowed all-too-calmly
through the Greeks' underworld.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: That's the "Geeks'" underworld, Harry -- and I thought the river
of denial was in Egypt , not Hades. Like most Americans, you have no sense of
geography!

SOARING EAGLE: Or history. But this has no bearing, Lethe -- you forget, I am
not an American. I am a Native American. I will be even less an American when,
after my early separation from the military, I rejoin my tribe. You didn't hear
this in the much-diverted mainstream media, but we have just reasserted our
sovereignty, and effectively seceded from the American Empire. This is what the
American people now need to do: secede from a national government that seceded
from them long ago.

Only in North America could, in one week, government officials apologize to native
people for past abuses against them, while government goons kidnap and torture our
clan mother elders protecting our lands from illegal government-sponsored
development. But the underground river of forgetful denial that presently flows
beneath the white man's world crests in North America .

ALETHEA SEYMOUR:(drily) If you keep this up, Harold, I will leave the table. I
will not listen to treason, particularly if it is so minor that the mainstream
media has not seen fit to mention it. You are also selectively sexist in your
condemnation: I am a white woman who actively supports this "white man's empire"
as you call it.

SOARING EAGLE: The white man's patriarchal pyramid scam still rules your world
and uses smart women like you as its handmaidens. And there are many things these
money-stopped mainstream media mouthpieces do not say, so news going unreported
proves nothing but its possible relevance. Humanity and decency as a standard for
union is not treason.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: What passes for union of any
has no such standard: it is, if anything the
here will not give you the time of day unless
live in a world where conscience has become a
suggest so extreme a remedy for such commonly
type in this our nation's capital
opposite of what you say. People
they want something from you. We
handicap, but it is treason still to
accepted conduct.

(She pleads winsomely) Let's change the subject, Harry, before the subject
changes us from being what we have always been -- devoted childhood friends. Such
rigid righteousness may keep us from experiencing the better things that life can
offer those more flexible in their approach. Remember -- I was once your baby
sitter -- and may yet be again!

SOARING EAGLE: We are no more children, Alethea, and you are no longer my
babysitter. Nor will you be in the future. I will do all that conscience may
command, but then no more. If that to you and yours is deemed a handicap, so be
it. Complicity with soul-corroding corruption is to me the greatest handicap.
And the truest treason. Even more so, when it infects those who would otherwise
do right and makes them do wrong -- or worse, do nothing.

What you say is true, Lethe. We have long been friends. But this subject may
have already changed one of us into someone I no longer know. The US government
you help to run is the real axis of evil in the world. The American people in
their political passiveness have now become accessories to global genocide.

The Age of Dinosaurs has never passed. It is said by my people that the cruel,
shape-shifting lizard people from beyond the dark star secretly rule this world
through a small hybrid planetary elite, with corporate-controlled national
governments and their militaries acting as puppets. They intend to destroy the
peoples of this planet to achieve control of it by any and all means. They long
ago destroyed one mighty continent, and now seek to destroy this one.

Literally beneath the radar, my air force command on the northern plains just
stopped an unmarked military aircraft bearing nuclear missiles being secretly sent
to the Persian Gulf to start a nuclear war. We have seen unmarked airplanes in
the skies spreading poisons in the heavens, upon the earth and upon the people.
My people have seen foreign troops on top-secret maneuvers with American special
forces and mercenaries crossing our lands. We have seen mysterious trains with
prison cars going west guarded by black helicopters.

These are planned to eventually transport freedom-loving Americans like cattle to

secret camps that your department has commissioned to be penned for life and
possibly slaughtered. The vast human, natural and financial resources of the
American people are being ruthlessly looted and deliberately squandered so that
all of us, our children and our animal and plant cousins will die out or be in
want. This you know, though you pretend you do not. You talk to me as if I were
your brother. Perhaps this is because I am not one of your people, whom your
government would betray.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: My government, Harold? And should we respect those who live
their truth only in their retirement? I will ignore for the moment your years of
military service to said government, and your betrayal of state secrets liberally
mixed with fantasy. Your status as a native shaman gives you poetic license,
Harold; my speaking so would be adjudged immediately insane, as well as
treasonous.

SOARING EAGLE: No more insane and treasonous than those who secretly rule the
world, whom you will meet this weekend.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : I don't know what you're saying, Harold, any more than you do.
I think I need to go now.

SOARING EAGLE: You know very well what I am saying, Alethea. No, you do not need
to go. But you may choose to go. You may choose to go away from me and go to
them. You may choose to travel toward the light or travel toward the darkness.
But it is always your choice, no matter what. Please choose to flee this
unimaginable evil before it consumes you, as it now seeks to consume the earth.
ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (archly) Heavens, Harold -- would you, of the air force high
command, forbid my use of frequent flyer miles and long-accrued vacation time this
weekend because of ancient myths?

SOARING EAGLE: (with equal archness) No Lethe -- but I certainly would advise you
to avoid if possible the gross indignities to which your own Department of
Homeland Security now arbitrarily subjects all airport travelers!

These are obviously not ancient myths, but a global tragedy happening now! You
could help to end it, if you, like the rest of the American people, would wake
from the evil spell the dark ones have cast over the earth. We need to stand up
strong and together speak truth to power. We as citizens of this planet need to
be willing to sacrifice our lives -- not our principles. Only then can the power
of the spirit descend to save us.

ALETHEA: (swiftly rising and seizing her briefcase) The truth is, I need to stand
and go, so as not to be late for an extremely important congressional hearing that
speaks to power -- truth or not -- or I will be toast, which in my view, would be
sufficient sacrifice of burnt offerings to principle!

You might consider visiting one of those free community mental health clinics on
the reservation after you get there, Harold. You might also consider being more
circumspect with what you say, to maintain your physical survival, as well as that
of those close to you. Go with God -- although "Great Spirit" may just now be more
politically correct.

SOARING EAGLE: (also rising and extending his hand) If not more politically
expedient. I see you have for the moment chosen other company. If you should
ever choose to rejoin ours, you and your lady would be welcome in Indian country.
Please give her my regards.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: (placing two twenty dollar bills in his outstretched hand) I
don't know what you're talking about, any more than you do, Harold. Please see
the counter help is paid generously for their services.

SOARING EAGLE: (raising a palm in refusal and handing the money back) I see you
would substitute money for relationship, as is so often done in your world. Keep
your money for those easier tempted, Alethea; I will take care of it. I only wish
you would take tips as well as you give them -- then there would be no hell to
pay.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride -- as well as
plains-dwelling Indians whose wishes -- like them -- no longer fly. (She lifts
her teacup in mock toast) Best wishes for a retirement better grounded in
reality, Harold.

SOARING EAGLE: (giving the Nazi salute) Even better wishes for your continued rise
to power, Alethea. May you eventually return to Mother Earth by long-forgotten
tethers of integrity!

(Alethea Seymour hastily exits, followed by Soaring Eagle's searing gaze.)

Scene 2

A congressional hearing room in the United States Capitol building. A closed

hearing of the Joint US Senate/House Committee on Homeland Security is in session.
Senator Joe McRath, Chair, presides, flanked by Senators Sonorio Djembe, Melanie
Bankraft Morton and Pauline McKinley Dennis, who sits nearest the audience at one
table at stage right; four congressmen are also present on the opposite table at
stage left. Alethea Seymour sits at a center table with microphones facing the
audience.

SEN. McRATH: (banging gavel) This closed meeting of the Joint US Senate/House
Committee on Homeland Security will now come to order. Alethea Seymour, Assistant
Secretary of the US Department of Homeland Security will be our only scheduled
witness today. Please proceed with your testimony, Secretary Seymour.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (putting on her spectacles) I wish to thank the chairman and
members of this committee for so readily consenting to hold a closed session today
in order to hear this testimony dealing with grave issues of national security.
We would also like to thank you for keeping these hearings out of the mainstream
media and The Congressional Record with the help, of course, of our widespread,
well-organized network of media associates.

I will begin by summarizing what the testimony of the past several days has told
us, followed by vital new information and your questions and comments.

Our American homeland is, as you know, presently being besieged by foreign
terrorists. This became most evident from the events of September 11, 2001 and
afterward.

We are also equally endangered by domestic terrorists being targeted by the

Domestic Terrorism Preemption Act being considered by this committee. These
domestic terrorists include the anti-corporate globalization, peace,
environmental, impeachment and 9/11 Truth movements which have spread hate speech
and vicious disinformation, particularly on the internet, concerning the present
presidential administration and the present Congress.

These grassroots groups are ideological terrorists who would undermine the
security of the United States government and those who serve it, and they must
therefore be more closely controlled or eliminated to maintain America as we have
known it as it fights the war on terror throughout the world.

We have in the bill before you proposed a number of provisions that may facilitate
this end. This includes the establishment of regional commissions with the power
to subpoena anyone at any time concerning reported instances of domestic violent
or ideological terrorism.

It includes the establishment of federally-funded regional academic centers for

the study of such terrorism, whose findings can be immediately forwarded to the
appropriate federal authorities. This includes the best practices of security-
conscious allied nations.

It includes an expanded definition of ideological domestic terrorism as being any

form of disinformation or hate speech delivered by means of the internet, US mail
or alternative media, and any disruptive political demonstrations and disruptive
nonviolent civil disobedience directed against the executive orders and laws of
the federal government, particularly any sitting president and/or Congress during
time of war.

This bill also includes, in this expanded interpretation, enhanced powers given to
private internet service providers and telecommunications corporations for
blocking ideological terrorist activities, and immunity for their cooperation with
federal authorities in civilian message surveillance.
As you know, the US House of Representatives has already passed the Domestic
Terrorism Preemption Act by a lop-sided margin of 404-6; this shows the patriotism
and statesmanship of this august body.

However, as you also know, the progress of this much-needed legislation in the
Senate is now being impeded by the misguided will of millions of your constituents
who, unfortunately, now know about it, despite our mainstream media blackout, and
are presently acting against their own best interests, in which you and the
majority of your congressional colleagues are attempting to act.

This is due to demagoguery by agents of the aforementioned grassroots domestic

terrorist movements who misinformed and then mobilized their members via the
internet to oppose it.

I would therefore suggest to you that this bill be temporarily buried in the
Senate Homeland Security Committee, so that we can bring it out of that committee
onto the Senate floor to be approved at a more opportune time, accompanied by
companion legislation to more tightly control the internet through progressive
privatization of its services.

Such an opportune time will doubtless soon occur, due to the classified material
concerning Continuity of Government that I am about to present to you, with the
full approval of the US Department Homeland Security and the White House:

The United States Government is about to declare bankruptcy accompanied by a bank

holiday, while providing massive bailout monies to large corporations. This will
likely be followed by a national pandemic of highly lethal influenza that may wipe
out eighty percent of the US population.

Our efforts to help them in these crises will likely be irrationally resisted by
the ill-informed general public, particularly the domestic terrorist movements
that I have just mentioned, including large, continual, ubiquitous political
demonstrations and disruptive nonviolent civil disobedience that erodes morale in
the homeland and makes its defense that much more difficult to successfully
sustain.

It is therefore likely that the president will be forced to declare martial law,
calling upon, not only US military forces, as allowed under the US Constitution,
and state national guards, as now allowed under the Military Commissions Act, but
private security contractors, as allowed by many no-bid corporate contracts
discreetly finalized by Homeland Security, as well as foreign forces provided
under the North American Continental Consolidation Compact secretly signed last
month by our federal government with those of Canada and Mexico.

It is also likely that we will be forced to activate the 800 secret camps with
appropriate transport thereto discreetly contracted by Homeland Security in recent
years to contain and control indefinitely all identified domestic terrorists by
all means necessary. This will include, if deemed necessary by the president,
mass executions for treason as ordered.

I, as Assistant Secretary of Homeland Security, want to personally assure you and

your congressional colleagues on behalf of the president and secretary, that you,
your families and designated associates will be immune from these unfortunate
though absolutely essential official actions and will be afforded safe places for
you and yours to comfortably reside should the need arise. You will also continue
to receive your congressional salaries and benefits, including protection of your
persons and your personal assets during this period.
We would appreciate your waiting to discuss with your congressional colleagues the
information just presented until we are able to definitely arrange an historic
closed joint session of Congress -- only the fourth in American history -- with
congressional leaders, tentatively scheduled for next week.

We apologize for any discomfort that this statement may cause, but thought that
you would want to be informed of these measures prior to their possible
implementation. Thank you in advance for your cooperation. I will now entertain
any questions or comments you might have.

There is a long, shocked silence, then Senator Pauline McKinley Dennis speaks.

SEN. DENNIS:(defiantly) I for one am feeling some discomfort.

So let me get this straight: after officials of the executive branch of the
federal government commit treason against the American people and international
law by twice in the past decade illegally engaging in preemptive war based on lies
and declaring martial law to eliminate anybody who objects to this, we of the
federal legislative branch will be accommodated, if we accommodate your treason by
secretly passing this faux-patriotic bill supposedly justifying it.

So let me get this straight: This will save our fat assets -- our fat assets
being, not only massive campaign contributions from corporate war profiteers, but
the current congressional millionaire majority being able to preserve their
quarter-billion dollars in personal investments in military and homeland security
contractors, making war hugely profitable for them if not for most of the American
people at whose expense -- both financial and personal -- this comes --
particularly people of color: whose children, instead of theirs, will fight and
die in yet another illegal, immoral war against other poor people in other poor
lands, bankrupting our country and theirs materially and morally for many future
generations.

So let me get this straight: The current Congress will not pursue impeachment or
any other form of investigation that might reveal their own complicity in the
crimes against humanity and nature perpetrated by the current administration, and
in recent times by covert elements of the United States Government throughout the
world.

So let me get this straight: "homeland security", a term that was not heard in
this country before the current regime, but heard only before in Nazi Germany and
its short-lived but ruthless reich, is now more important than human freedom, as
well as truth and human rights that ensure that freedom.

So let me get this straight: Our republic and its constitution are dead, like
that of ancient Rome when it became an empire, and the vision of our founders,
however limited it was -- and it was very limited, leaving out the rights of women
and minorities, as well as the notion of real grassroots democracy -- though with
constructive corrective process in its constitution -- this great vision has been
blinded by writing implements in the hands of highly placed psychopaths who also
use them to sign secret executive orders as weapons of mass destruction,
endangering the very existence of our nation and others throughout the planet.

So let me get this straight: Liberty's lamp has now been put out in America, no
more to be seen as a light to the world.

SEN. McRATH: (banging his gavel) The senator is out of order!

SEN. DENNIS: What -- was there a line? With Homeland Security speaking, I guess
there was, but of what I won't say! It is entirely appropriate to call this
proposed legislation an "act of Congress", since it exists to gang-rape the
American people! (angrily picking up her papers and slipping them into a file)
I'm not only walking out on this evil scam right now -- I'm going to expose it to
my constituents and the world!

SEN. MORTON: Good luck -- I don't think you'll get the media to cover it,
Pauline.

SEN. DENNIS: Probably not, with it so busy covering your fat white assets!

SEN. DJEMBE: (smirking) I object -- my "assets" are not white, any more than yours
are!

SEN. DENNIS: They may as well be, when your liver is, Son-OREO! Unlike you all,
my assets are nonexistent, other than my salary, my home and my own integrity.

SEN. McRATH (sharply beating his gavel) You’re out of order, Senator Dennis!

SEN. DENNIS: Is that New World Order, Senator McRath?! Then that's just where,
for the sake of my soul, I want to be! Goodbye to all you folks -- if you choose
to remain in so dark a place as this takes us! (Senator Dennis exits, stage
right.)

SEN. MORTON: (calling after her) Are you sure it's politically correct to use the
term "dark", Senator? Thanks for flaring!

SEN. DJEMBE: We apologize for her rude behavior, Secretary Seymour.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: It's to be expected; I've dealt with those of her ilk many times
before. (She yawns and stretches.) Are there any other questions -- as opposed to
rants?

There is laughter, then loud silence.)

SEN. McRATH: (quickly banging his gavel) Then this closed meeting of the Joint US
Senate/House Homeland Security Committee is adjourned! Thank you for your
attendance! (McRath quietly approaches Seymour as she snaps her briefcase shut
and puts away her spectacles) I heard that you're meeting with His Preeminence
this evening.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: You heard right, though you shouldn't have heard at all.

SEN. McRATH: Congratulations on your upcoming induction this weekend! You need
to tell him about McKinley Dennis' tantrum here; she could create a lot of trouble
for us.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: He has probably already heard. Fortunately, loose cannons often
misfire, and when they do, misfire loudly. But I'll make sure this meeting here
today does not make the news. Thank you, Joe -- congratulations to you as well.
See you this weekend!

Seymour exits, stage left, leaving McRath looking quickly after her, then to his
papers and briefcase on the table.

Scene 3

The penthouse of a five-star hotel in Washington DC. Alethea Seymour is ushered in

from stage right by a male Aide to meet Darwin Rockshield, President Emeritus of
the Foundation for International Association and Trade (FIAT). Rockshield remains
sitting at stage left as he greets her; he does not extend his hand but only nods
in her general direction.

ROCKSHIELD: Good evening, Ms. Seymour. Your reputation exceeds you.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (wryly) Good evening, Mr. Rockshield -- your reputation so far
seems accurate.

ROCKSHIELD: I am not certain I want to know just what that means, but thank you
for coming here at such short notice. Don't just stand there -- sit down, girl!

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (wryly) Yes sir, Mr. Rockshield!

ROCKSHIELD: We of the FIAT Directorate have long noted your outstanding service
to the New World Order, particularly as a brilliant multilingual speechwriter for
our political candidates internationally, your highly effective lobbying and your
brilliant public relations and document-drafting abilities.

Your prescient first drafts of the Telecommunications, PATRIOT, Military

Commissions and Domestic Terrorism Preemption Acts, as well as the NAFTA and the
North American Continental Consolidation Treaties, have anticipated and preempted
any attempts by proponents of radical populism to rein in private enterprise in
the international media and political markets, or the plans of the New World Order
for full spectrum dominance globally.

Accordingly, we would like to reward your many years of outstanding service by

offering you a directorship of FIAT, one of the few ever offered to a mere woman,
at our upcoming annual meeting this weekend. I assume you will accept this honor.
I also assume that you will be glad to be assigned as such to work on our
Information Control and Population Control Working Groups. The Population Control
Working Group will be meeting this weekend just after the plenary. It is our most
diverse group, both member- and tactics-wise, so I am certain you will find it
fascinating.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: Do I have a choice?

ROCKSHIELD: There is always a choice. You could choose not to accept this honor
and its attendant responsibilities; this might result in your premature exit from
power at Homeland Security; or you could choose to accept it, which might result
in your being a full member of the cabinet of the next American presidential
administration we install in DC. Do you know what "DC" stands for, Ms. Seymour?

ALETHEA SEYMOUR:(wryly) From my experience, it doesn't stand for anything at all!

ROCKSHIELD:(his thin lips twisting into the semblance of a closed-mouth smile)

That's very true as well -- but I was going to say, "Dykes' Closet". I understand
that you've been living in "DC" for quite some time now, and want to remain there.
So I urge you to accept our generous offer.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: visibly struggling to control her discomfort) I accept -- but do

you?

ROCKSHIELD: I accept without prejudice any tool we can use to maintain our power
-- even if it has a hole in it. (He takes an envelope from the side table and
hands it to her) Here is a token of our appreciation, as well as that of your and
your girlfriend's' separate adjoining condominiums, to make sure you can continue
living in "DC": a check in the amount of $2 million to retire what you both still
owe without prejudice. Do you accept?

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: I beg to differ, sir: you most certainly do have prejudice. And
I really do not have much choice, because I have a secret control file -- like you
have on most high-level federal officials. Is this correct?

ROCKSHIELD: You are not only correct, but you are also very wise. You would be
even wiser if you would avoid any further contact with your childhood playmate,
outgoing Air Force Lt. Gen. Harold Soaring Eagle, whom you saw this morning in the
coffeehouse before going to so authoritatively testify at the joint congressional
committee hearing earlier today. You and he can thereby better extend your
lifespans.

Also, please be aware that we are going to box up the supersized buns of Aunt
Jemima who acted out in the committee room today. She's one of the few in Congress
who managed to slip in without us having a file on her. This is rare, but
occasionally happens, even with the best of our many precautions.

So, Ms. Seymour, are we on the same page?

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: (drily) I believe so, sir -- the one that can be ripped out at
any time. What else will this new "honor" conferred by FIAT involve besides these
working groups?

Rockshield's telephone rings; he picks it up. Rockshield waves her away

dismissively, picking up his phone while remaining seated.

ROCKSHIELD: (his hand over the receiver) Good day, Ms. Seymour -- so good of you
to come here this evening. We'll see you at our convocation this weekend for your
installation into FIAT's directorate, as well as for fun and games that we're sure
you will enjoy!

Rolling her eyes as she turns away, Alethea Seymour exits stage right gazing at
the envelope just given her, as Rockshield proceeds with his obviously important
telephone conversation.

Scene 4

A well-known office/residential complex in the Foggy Bottom section of Washington

, DC . Alethea Seymour is confronted by her irate life partner, Helga Runes, who
emerges in her house robe from the back of her condominium as Alethea is entering
as quietly as possible. She rebuffs Alethea's attempted embrace.

HELGA: Why do you enter here, Secretary Seymour -- you might be outed!

Were you as an important official too busy to call to let me know you'd be late
this evening -- or were your phone calls intercepted by domestic terrorists?!
This has happened every day this week! I'm sick and tired of it, Alethea! Not
only do we have to live in separate places to perpetuate a lie about our
relationship, you make our relationship a lie by never being here, as well as not
even having the common courtesy to call me when you'll be late!

I also just heard from a source close to Senator McKinley Dennis what you said in
that secret joint committee meeting today. You called American citizens who speak
out against this neo-Nazi regime on behalf of human and natural rights, and those
who want 9/11 to be actually investigated as "domestic terrorists" -- you want to
imprison and execute them! You also said that members of Congress would be spared
such a fate if they betray their country and allow this treason against America to
stand!

ALETHEA: Let me explain, Helga -- those people are destroying America with their
lies!

HELGA: Who are "those people" and who is actually telling the lies?! No one but
privileged white Americans like you -- and some others you have brainwashed --
believes that "those people" who speak out against this American Empire are liars
-- if you even do yourselves! The rest of the world knows that they speak the
truth and applaud their courage in the face of such tyranny!

Helga gently grabs Alethea by the shoulders, gently shaking her.

HELGA: You are a human being capable of the greatest things, Alethea, with one of
the most brilliant minds, most abundant talents and biggest souls on earth. What
manner of person have you become, that you can no longer see your fellow human
beings, but only objects you manipulate for personal gain?! What manner of person
have you become, that I no longer see a human face, but only see an eery mask of
many mirrors?! (Helga extends her arms out.) Do you even see me -- or am I simply
an interior decoration?

ALETHEA: (seizing her wrists and drawing Helga to her) You are not simply an
interior decoration, Helga, but my centerpiece!

HELGA: Then please don't go to that FIAT conference this weekend, Alethea, no
matter how they tempt you! As a Northern European, I know what such a
dictatorship once did to our people. As a translator for your federal government,
I have observed with my own eyes and ears evidence of what they are doing! I
have seen a change in you ever since you got involved with this business, and it
has not been for the better! It is the heart of darkness on this earth into which
you are going -- please don't go, or you will break mine! (She begins to weep.)

ALETHEA: (quickly dropping Helga's wrists, lowering her eyes and turning away)
I'm sorry, Helga, but I will not be here this weekend.

HELGA: (wiping her tears and looking straight through Alethea's back) Then I will
not be here when you return.

ALETHEA: We all have our priorities.

HELGA: But all of us may not have principles!

ALETHEA: (slowly exiting stage right) Goodnight Helga.

HELGA: (again beginning to weep) Goodbye, Alethea.

Alethea hastily exits out the door, center stage, leaving Helga sobbing on the
sofa, alone.

ACT II

Scene 1

The grand ballroom of a five-star hotel in at the European Great Alpine Ski
Resort. Darwin Rockshield opens the plenary session of the annual convocation of
the Foundation for International Association and Trade (FIAT). Senators Sonorio
Djembe, Melanie Bankraft Morton and Joe McRath, along with Alethea Seymour, an
Arab sheikh, a Jewish professional man in a yarmulke and an Asian man in a
business suit sit in chairs at front downstage with their backs to the audience.

ROCKSHIELD: Good morning, token ladies and predominant gentlemen, to the plenary
session of the annual convocation for the Foundation for International Association
and Trade, unpopularly known as FIAT -- where, as the radical populists illegally
demonstrating outside with some justification say, "the elite meet!" (Laughter)
We wish to say that we feel welcome at the Great Alpine Ski Resort: since FIAT
long ago went down the proverbial slippery slope, it should be all downhill from
here! (Laughter)

At today's opening session, we are going to feature our usual warm welcome, an
introduction of new inductees, and a demonstration of a useful new military crowd
control technology, followed by a few announcements.

First, our welcome:

We of the governing council of FIAT thank the luminaries of all nations and
peoples in attendance for so faithfully pursuing in highly disciplined unison for
so many years the long-range mission of this secret society: the selective
genetic perfection and control of the human race guided by those who are its
enlightened elite.

This secret society, with ancient origins from elsewhere in the universe, has
operated as far back as the lost empire of Atlantis. It dates back in its current
form to the end of the nineteenth century, when corporations and their more
advanced technologies became viable entities through which our long-planned
planetary empire could finally be realized through corporate-controlled national
governments and their technologically centralized economic, information and energy
systems.

I would once again remind you of our proud heritage:

We have patiently operated through various empires and their ongoing wars
throughout the ages, which we have used as clinical laboratories to perfect our
methods of genetic selection and control. We have secretly written the history of
these great empires through their war-based, hierarchical cultures we have
covertly designed and executed. We have also been behind most of the revolutions
that have apparently opposed our empires, controlling the masses by giving them at
various brief intervals throughout recent centuries the illusion of freedom.

Make no mistake: since the end of the Second World War, we have been engaged in
World War III -- a covert guerilla war we are waging on many fronts against the
billions of counterinsurgents opposing the New World Order's efforts to install a
centralized world government. Our goal is a population reduction of eighty percent
by 2025, with the remaining twenty percent of earth's population tightly
controlled under our enlightened governance.

We would especially like to thank those in the communications and education

fields, particularly the media arts and humanities here today, for shielding
throughout the last century our long-term plans and their quiet implementation
from the premature scrutiny of a quickly multiplying, ignorant populace incapable
of understanding such noble endeavors on their behalf.

We are now within reach of finally perfecting the process of human evolution
through our secret control of agencies, both corporate and governmental, their
international associations and corporate- and government-funded institutions of
all types.
We point with pride to Nazi Germany as an example of a great experiment in the
recent past that almost succeeded, and will certainly succeed now that it has been
transplanted to America, whose model of spiritually-based freedom for the masses
needs to be decimated once and for all to ensure the victory of those of us who
seek the perfection of the human race under more selective, scientifically
enlightened leadership.

Speaking of which --

(Rockshield beckons toward some in the front row sitting downstage. Senators
Sonorio Djembe, Melanie Bankraft Morton and Joe McRath rise and stand center stage
with Rockshield to enthusiastic applause from the assembly. Rockshield motions
salutatively in their direction.)

Your help is needed now more than ever to help elect FIAT-selected neoliberal
candidate Senator Sonorio Djembe as the first black president of the United State
. We also commend his worthy colleague and opponent during the primaries, Senator
Melanie Bankraft Morton, to be appointed as at least a member of his cabinet in
return for her services as his primary sparring partner during the most recent
primaries season.

Senator Djembe's campaign slogan should be, "The politics of hype", while that of
his former female opponent should be -- for all the many she has had while
running against Senator Djembe -- "I'm in it to spin it!" Senator Joe McRath and
his-yet-to-be-selected vice presidential running mate, who will be our worthy
neoconservative contenders, can run on the slogan "Your pain -- our gain!"
(Laughter)

The latest fashion trend this presidential campaign season is to launch a series
of endless debates among a large but steadily narrowing field of candidates being
covered by our mainstream media as an addictive melodrama, lulling the masses into
the belief that great leaders can save them, that voting is their only duty as
citizens and that it alone will make a difference.

This should give the American masses the illusion of minorities' and women’s
liberation that they will require in order to continue funding with their hard-
earned, arbitrarily-collected taxes FIAT's international efforts toward their
elimination as a self-proclaimed free people through the recently and secretly
signed North American Continental Consolidation Compact and the scheduled
financial collapse of their federal government in the near future.

I would now also like to introduce Viscount Down, Managing Director of Tabula
Rasa, Inc., the institutional investment firm that majority-owns all three major
American computerized voting machine manufacturers. Needless to say, he and his
firm will also be key players -- though hopefully ones much less public -- in this
crucial US election. (More laughter. Rockshield motions for the FIAT-selected
candidates and Viscount Down to retake their seats.)

As you know, the newly-signed North American Continental Consolidation Compact --

affectionately known as "3C" -- dissolves the sovereignty of the United States,
Canada and Mexico, merging them into one centrally-controlled political and
economic entity like that of the proposed European Union and other confederations
like it in the works for all other continents.

Any radical populist opposition to continental consolidation as an essential step

toward the corporate globalization of the New World Order will be swiftly dealt
with by forcible measures that FIAT and its associated institutions have been
quietly putting in place throughout North America, Europe, the Middle East and the
rest of the world over the past several decades.

I would now like to introduce several other FIAT inductees, all well-known to you:

Sitting in the front row with FIAT's US presidential candidates, these stand and
face both the implied FIAT and actual theater audience, bowing slightly to
applause.)

His Excellency, UN Ambassador Sheikh Faisal Abdullah, as well as the eminent

economist and former Chairman of Israel's National Economic Commission, the
Honorable Dr. Avram Goldstein, international Asian financier extraordinaire Wi
Gung Ho, and finally, Assistant Secretary of US Homeland Security, overall
communications genius and long-time FIAT operative, Alethea Seymour.

Ms. Seymour is so effective, most of you probably don't even know who she is; so
effective, even she doesn't even know who she is! These worthies will be inducted
during the closing ceremony on the last day of our convocation. (Rockshield
beckons for all FIAT inductees to sit down, except Senator McRath, who remains
standing.)

I would now like to turn the program over to Senator and former Major Joe McRath,
whose military background well suits him to host this portion. (Rockshield takes
a seat at stage left facing the audience, as McRath, wearing an earpiece, takes
the lectern.)

SEN. McRATH: Thank you, Mr. Rockshield. For your edification and amusement, I
would like to direct your attention out the large picture window to my right,
where radical populist demonstrators with bullhorns can be seen in the distance
attempting to disrupt our meeting. We have provided to all of you the low-tech
option of many sets of binoculars that can be passed around. I am told that the
demonstrators are currently chanting, "This is what democracy looks like!", and
"The people united will never be defeated!"

Laughter; McRath looks through a set of binoculars that Rockshield's aide has
handed him.

You will notice that the humvee approaching the demonstrators on the road is
mounted with a small radar-like device with a protruding spout in the center.
This is the nonlethal electromagnetic weapon called "Active Denial" that our
private security service, Fortunes' Forces, Inc. has covertly borrowed from the
Pentagon for the weekend.

As recently seen on TV, it uses a low-frequency invisible, inaudible but readily

tactile scalar beam that hits the nerves of the skin in such a way as they feel
like they are being seared; this creates an immediate flight reaction in anyone
within range. This will be Active Denial's first use during an actual
demonstration.

I am now going to give the order for it to be activated; watch what happens.
(McRath pushes a button on a small black box on the lectern, then looks out the
implied window at stage left through his binoculars.) Look -- they're screaming
and scattering like cockroaches! (Gleeful laughter) As you can see, this device
has great potential for crowd control in the years just ahead as the New World
Order wages its final global campaign.

SEN. DJEMBE: So why is this non-lethal weapon called "Active Denial", if its
existence is now so publicly revealed to the world?

McRATH: "Active Denial" does not so much refer to the Pentagon's reticence in
revealing this weapon's existence, as it does its ability for "active denial" of
demonstrators' presumed entitlements to "freedom of assembly" and "freedom of
speech". Obviously, this device will come in handy when we soon have to disabuse
them of this illusion!

More laughter with applause; Rockshield rises from his seat and retakes the
lectern as McRath retakes his front row seat. Rockshield's aide approaches from
stage right and hands him a note, which Rockshield pauses to read.)

ROCKSHIELD: This just in: Senator Pauline McKinley Dennis has been found dead,
hanging by the neck in a woodshed outside her family home in Biggersville ,
Mississippi , an apparent suicide. (Loud silence)

SEN. DJEMBE: Is this a joke?

ROCKSHIELD: I was deadly serious, though you may not feel so after hearing it,
any more than I do!

SEN. McRATH: This is really good noose -- someone finally took her to the
woodshed! (Laughter)

SEN. MORTON:(mockingly) Was it a lynching party? Laughter)

ROCKSHIELD: Probably; they were likely celebrating as much as we are! (Laughter,

applause, whistling) And I don't see how else you could get a rope thick enough
or a rafter high enough for her to hang from! Private lynching parties are
historically far more easy to swing; those thrown in public take years of
preparation, like some of those we arranged for prominent progressives in the
1960s (More laughter and applause)

SEN. MORTON: Biggersville -- Denise came from such an appropriately named

hometown!

SEN. McRATH: Rhymes with -- ! (More laughter and applause)

SEN. DJEMBE: Did she leave a note?

ROCKSHIELD: The news report didn't say, but, being such a noted -- not to mention
larger-than-life public figure (Laughter) -- she probably did! But whether or
not she wrote it is another matter entirely! (More Laughter)

SEN. McRATH: It now has been duly noted here: thus be it ever to the demagogues
of dumbocracy! (Still more laughter)

ROCKSHIELD: In closing, I wanted to say that I never speak before a more

distinguished "sellout crowd" than when I open these convocations! (More
laughter) I actually prefer FIAT's annual convocations to its all-male summer
solstice gatherings at the Promethean Cove, because this annual conference
features the novelty of women as attendees, rather than in their more familiar
role as attendants! (Still more laughter, but pointedly, not from Melanie
Bankraft Morton and Alethea Seymour, who sit in stony silence)

On this happy note, we will now adjourn for lunch, then move on to meetings of our
various working groups throughout the afternoon into the early evening. Your
presence is also strongly requested at a gala celebration in the penthouse suite
going into the night featuring some special young guests whose talents will
doubtlessly delight you!

May all of you forming the All-Seeing Eye atop the Pyramid of the New World Order
have a most profitable as well as a most pleasurable convocation! (Applause)

Scene 2

A conference room in the Grand Alpine Resort Hotel. Senators Sonorio Djembe,
Melanie Bankraft Morton, Joe McRath, along with Sheikh Abdul Faisal, Dr. Avram
Goldman, Wi Gung Ho, Alethea Seymour, and two other male attendees, sit at two
long conference tables facing a lectern in back of which stands Rev. Mr. Phil
Myers, who is wearing his clerical collar.

PHIL MYERS: Good afternoon, esteemed colleagues.

This is actually a briefing for inductees rather than a full meeting of the full
Population Control Working Group, which will meet tomorrow morning. I was asked,
as the chairman of the Information Control Working Group, to speak here today,
with your chairman, Viscount Downs, chairing the ICWG in my stead today. They
evidently thought that I -- perhaps because of my ministerial background -- would
make a good novice master. (Laughter)

The material I am going to present today is also an overview of both information

and population control, hence my supposed relevant expertise. Please feel free to
interrupt with questions and comments at any time.

My subject today is Utilizing Electromagnetic Technologies for Elegant

Socioenvironmental Engineering and Population Control . First, a brief history:

Nikola Tesla, the greatest inventor since Leonardo Da Vinci, was a century ago
experimenting in America with advanced electromagnetic technologies that were
taken and appropriated by what is today the beyond top-secret black budget
operations section of the Pentagon, with Mr. Tesla dying in poverty under
mysterious circumstances on his way to a meeting with President Roosevelt during
the Second World War.

There have since been independent inventors in this field from many nations, as
well as extraterrestrial visitors to our planet whose lives and technologies have
since met the same fate. All of the above could not be worked with because they
were naive enough to believe that most of the human race could be trusted to
wisely use what they wanted to give it -- free, limitless, nonpolluting,
decentralized energy that could not be carefully controlled by those of us most
qualified to do so.

However, as Mr. Rockshield mentioned this morning, the US government in its wisdom
did, after World War II, secretly import with our help some of the most advanced
Nazi scientists and engineers, many of whom were well-versed in these
technologies, during Operation Paper Clip.

These individuals' core values were obviously more compatible with our own, with
the result that these weaponized electromagnetic technologies have during the past
sixty-some years been more appropriately perfected and applied, greatly enhancing
the work of FIAT in the area of socioenvironmental engineering, and its resultant
population control. This has resulted in a number of recent spectacular
breakthroughs that I am happily going to recount here today.

Starting with the massacres in the central African nations of Rwanda and Burundi
in 1994, we have been able to quietly eliminate 6-7 million human units of
population in Central Africa by funding and organizing armed guerilla forces to
dispose of whole regions of tribes opposed to our communications corporations
mining for precious stones and rare earth materials. It is from these minerals
that personal electromagnetic devices in developed world markets are made.

We consider this collateral damage a loss leader for profits to be made in first
world consumer markets, both financial and eugenic, and I am happy to report that
our vigorous population control measures in Africa have been almost universally
blacked out worldwide by our mainstream media associates, for which we heartily
thank them. (Applause)

SEN. McGRATH: You certainly deserve some credit for that, Phil! You've been our
most effective public media operative for years -- there's even people here who
think you're a radical populist! (Laughter with applause)

REV. MYERS: I don't know about that Joe, but I do know that when I go from here
that I will be keynoting the liberals' Open Media conference! Every year, they
welcome me with open media, open arms and oblivious minds! (Applause and
laughter) Your kind words almost made me forget my topic!

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : I assume, Rev. Mr. Myers, that one "human unit" indicates an
individual human soul.

REV. MYERS: Yes, insofar as the human herd has individual souls. We are rather
inclined to think that they as such primitive creatures have merely an oversoul,
if that. One human unit, therefore, in the context of collateral damage.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (drily) "Collateral" insofar as it guarantees our supremacy --

or the massive karmic debt incurred by the killings we are making? (Laughter)

REV. MR. MYERS: Our obvious supremacy; karma is yet another religious fable for
the masses. There is no God -- there are only agendas that we control.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR : (drily) I see. Thanks for clarifying, Reverend Mister Myers.
(Laughter)

REV. MR. MYERS: But we digress.

Since 1990, daily personal use of electromagnetic devices such as mobile phones
and microwave ovens has multiplied exponentially throughout the world,
particularly among the children and youth of the masses most susceptible to its
extremely damaging biomimetic, DNA-damaging, low-frequency signals. This promises
to be far more effective than nicotine addiction as a population control device,
particularly since it also equally affects those not directly using these
inescapable technologies.

Residents of metropolitan areas throughout the world are now constantly bathed in
physically imperceptible but highly destructive electromagnetic radiation from
personal electromagnetic devices, antennas and towers, to such an extent, that in
the next decade we can hope to see a global pandemic of brain and other cancers,
Alzheimer's and Parkinson's diseases, autism and other neurological disorders,
clinical depression, and other mental disorders, as well as general systemic
toxicity of the physical body unable to deal with such an unabated environmental
toxic overload.

This should work to make the public far less resistant to what we have planned for
them, as well as shutting down the subtler psychospiritual centers in the human
body from which individual intuition, innovation, initiative and integrity come.

And the beauty of this is, the US Telecommunications Act has been written in such
a way as to forbid any government environmental or public health investigation,
regulation or citizen-generated lawsuits curbing the siting and use of these
extremely dangerous electromagnetic devices.

In addition, all research funding potentially dealing with their negative public
health and environmental effects is now controlled, not by government, but by
telecommunications corporations. For all of this, we can thank our astute
legislative architect and lobbyist, as well as new FIAT director inductee, Alethea
Seymour, presently sitting in our midst! (All turn, applauding, toward Alethea
Seymour, who smiles wanly and waves weakly)

Further, cellphones, the most ubiquitous and insidious of electromagnetic

technologies now in daily use, can be easily used as surveillance devices, whether
turned on or off. When on, they can not only be electronically eavesdropped, but
used for their GPS tracking signals. When off, they can, with minor adjustments
made for both upgrading and surveillance, be used as microphones to overhear their
users' conversations 24/7.

You may have heard that we also have in the works universal microchips derived
from this technology whose installation we are working to make mandatory in all
animal and human populations, not only greatly increasing our surveillance and
mind control capabilities, but also our ability to induce epidemics of cancer in
all life caused by incessant interior irradiation.

This technology also figures in the ongoing extinction of widely-pollinating bee

species that will further diminish world food supplies and greatly increase levels
of malnutrition and starvation for at least four billion human units. It also
figures in toxic exposure for millions of human units in the Third World , where
the radioactive remains of personal electromagnetic devices are recycled without
proper protective equipment, further meeting our goal of an eighty percent
population reduction by 2025.

This morning you saw the capabilities of Active Denial, the supposedly non-lethal
mobile electromagnetic weapon. That small mobile electromagnetic weapon is only
"non-lethal" at the frequency for which they were using it; it has higher
frequencies.

The numerous stationary microwave towers and antennas that we have installed
throughout the world are actually far more versatile and lethal. They can be made
to broadcast frequencies that can not only induce mass disorientation and
psychosis, but can also be made to target individuals by suggestion for customized
mind control. We are in the process of perfecting devices hooked to them that can
pick up on individual thoughts and counter them, as well as project a subject’s
dream images onscreen.

These ubiquitous electromagnetic towers and antennas can also be networked to

broadcast high electromagnetic frequencies capable of vaporizing whole buildings
and their populations, as has been demonstrated on a limited basis in America ,
and some larger versions have been covertly carried into space by shuttle and
installed on our orbiting space stations for future military use.

And I have not even mentioned HAARP. "HAARP" stands for "High-Frequency Active
Auroral Research Project", located outside Anchorage , Alaska . It is in its top-
secret mode a multiuse scalar weapon consisting of over 100 electromagnetic
antennas each standing over 68 feet high that continuously zap the ionosphere of
the planet with powerful waves of electromagnetic energy. Its range and intensity
has been amplified by the infamously elusive
"chemtrails" of radioactive elements and toxic microorganisms being constantly
left in the atmosphere by high-speed unmarked military aircraft in many areas of
the world.

This allows us the god-like power to create

"designer disasters": precisely targeted storms and earthquakes throughout the
world, from which we can derive elegantly multilayered benefits, including
fulfilling Christian fundamentalist, indigenous and New Age prophecies about "the
last days" and gaining their political support! (Laughter)

We can also induce seasonal affective disorder and mass situational depression,
thus increasing suicide rates, by keeping constant cloud covers over areas whose
populations are particularly annoying, like the radical populist-infected Pacific
Northwest and New England areas of North America and the Nordic nations of
Northern Europe! (Laughter)

Salient examples of our handiwork are the anomalous Northfield and Kobe
earthquakes, the Christmas Tsunami in the Indian Ocean, Hurricane Katrina, as well
as the recent catastrophic cyclone in Burma , the earthquake in China and the huge
storms and floods in the American Midwest.

These disasters have been able to dispose of over 1 million human units in these
countries, with more to come, since much of Burma 's Rice Bowl and America 's
Bread Basket have thereby just been obliterated during the present world food
shortage, also enhanced by corporate use of food supplies for biofuels. Food,
shelter and medical supplies are also being blocked by our Burmese puppet military
regime, creating further mass deaths from starvation, exposure, drowning and
disease in that country and from hunger throughout Southeast Asia , lessening the
likelihood that their peoples will again revolt against their puppet national
governments.

All of these aforementioned designer disasters have also rendered local

populations and governments too feeble to resist our offers of corporate
development and profit-based relief, from which we and our corporate entities have
also benefited greatly. All of these government-neglected disasters also destroy
community and create the perceived need for greater security, which in turn
creates more potential profit centers for our allied security corporations.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: We are by now getting the idea of how this practice of
"wreckonomics" works so elegantly on many levels. The key seems to be media-
induced mass hypnosis inducing the gullible masses to blame themselves as
individuals, rather than to look at systemic causes. Is this correct?

REV. MR. MYERS: Exactly. A recent superb example of this is our international
campaign to convince the masses that they were primarily responsible for "global
warming" and "earth changes", actually caused primarily by natural solar cycles
amplified by our secret scalar weapons technology that they will never discover.

We have turned this into huge personal profits and acclaim for our primary public
operatives in this project, as well as the creation of new financial markets
trading carbon futures, that not only officially permit ongoing pollution, but
make many of us huge profits from this greenwashed shell game as well, and locks
the economy further into fossil fuels.

The masses are so thoroughly programmed that they think that directed energy
weapons are mere "conspiracy theories", even though they have already seen with
their own eyes Active Denial, recently revealed on national television and framed
as some sort of cute military toy. This is to begin conditioning them to accept
ever-greater government control using these supposedly non-existent directed-
energy technologies that we have been using for years to eliminate our opponents
through transportation "crashes" and cardiovascular "accidents".

I have not even mentioned the ongoing "war on terror" with martial law, camps and
mass executions imminent in Europe, North America, the Middle East and other parts
of the world, communicable designer diseases such as AIDS and SARS, toxic
pharmaceutical drugs, mercury amalgam fillings, genetically modified foods, legal
and illegal chemical and radioactive dumping in earth's air, soil and water,
forced toxic vaccinations and the international banning of natural prevention-
based healthcare, the deliberate dumbing-down of the schools and the making of
secondary education unaffordable without debt, terminator seeds, destruction of
private organic food supplies, manipulation of the international financial systems
to bankrupt nations and displace their peoples, the privatization of nations'
physical infrastructure and food, fuel and water supplies, along with the UN-
approved seed preservation fortress we have just built in the Arctic Circle to
ensure that we will be provided food when others, using only our privatized
systems, are not.

Yes, friends, we have had spectacular success with our population control programs
over the past fifteen years. The frogs are broiling ever more rapidly in our
microwave ovens, and our feast -- and their famine -- will be ready very soon --
or at least by 2025!

Thank you very much. (Laughter with applause)

SEN. McRATH: Thank you, Phil! That brought it all together for me!

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: It certainly did for me, too, but perhaps in a different way. I
wish to compliment you as a consummate actor, Reverend Mister Myers. However do
you manage to keep up such a convincing a media image so totally different from
what you really are, and still live with yourself?

REV. MYERS: I don't live with myself; I remain singularly multiple. It's like my
TV show: I've learned to live with guests who come and go. (Laughter)

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: Perhaps that is my problem: I am too private a person.

REV. MYERS: I look at it this way: I'm simply engaging in outer theater to use
information in such a way as to guide the ignorant masses of humanity into a
global society that will ultimately work best for them.

ALETHEA SEYMOUR: For them, Reverend Mister Myers -- or for us? Please excuse me
-- I am not feeling well. I am presently feeling like one of those broiling frogs
in your microwave ovens. I do now so wish that I, Seymour, saw less. Good day to
all.

Alethea Seymour slowly rises from her seat and exits, stage right, leaving the
Reverend Mister Myers and the rest looking on in silence.

Scene 3

Alethea, clad in her bathrobe, sits by night in her hotel room facing stage left
with her laptop computer on a table with a lamp . She is blearily gazing out an
implied window, smoking a cigarette and tossing shots of vodka down from a
decanter on a tray with shot glasses also on the table. The clock on the mantle
strikes 1 AM.

ALETHEA: (slightly slurring her words) How can such magnificent white-covered
mountains as I see before me conceal such blackness?! (She pauses to exhale
smoke, then continues.)

So I am so effective, that even I don't even know who I am! (She pauses again to
exhale) Life is like a window: you can't see through it as long as you are
looking at yourself!

Alethea drains the shot glass. She puts out her cigarette, tosses it into the
shot glass, then throws her shot glass against the implied window, smashing it.
She takes another shot glass and pours more liquor. She opens her laptop computer
and begins to write an email, speaking the words for the audience to hear:

ALETHEA:

My Dearest Helga,

I am sending you this encrypted email from the Grand Alpine Resort Hotel, site of
the annual convocation of FIAT, where the "elite meet". After hobnobbing with
said elite for the past two days, I feel that your and Harold's warnings to me
concerning them and their agenda were justified, and I humbly apologize for
blindly ignoring your warnings and coming here anyway for this weekend meeting .

I have thereby forfeited your respect as well as my own, and endangered us both by
the compromises I have made of myself to remain in this powerful, wealthy but
unimaginably evil company. I can only say that I now repent of these compromises,
perhaps too late to save myself, but perhaps not for you and many others, if I
dare speak out about how the myriad machinations of empire form a plot against the
people of this planet that needs be exposed before it is too late for all life
upon it.

I am planning on secretly departing from here soon, much before the meeting
concludes, and will call you when I land somewhere stateside. I urge you to
vacate our space until then. I feel somewhat hopeful about our prospects, despite
the obvious personal danger to you, me and our relationship, as well as my secret
financial dealings being exposed: it is because we have been offered sanctuary if
we need it. We also have a number of options due to the many cordial
international contacts we have developed over the years.

I beg your forgiveness and ask the same of God, if such a being exists, so that I
might be protected long enough to expiate my sins by exposing them to the many in
this world who have been so much endangered by them.

Despite everything, I love you, Helga; I love you so much, I don't see how such
love could be condemned by anyone, no matter what form it may take in a world that
knows so little of love so limitless that it fills the universe, despite the
tragic efforts throughout the ages of deeply wounded beings on this earth to
destroy it.

Regardless of whether I ever see you again, I am honored that I knew you, and that
we so deeply shared as one a portion of our two lives.

With all my love,

Alethea
(Alethea begins to cry. Suddenly, there is a soft knock at the door. Alethea,
wiping her tears, asks who it is. There is no answer. She begins rereading her
email to Helga. There is another soft knock at the door. Alethea rises, goes to
the door and opens it. There is no one there. She sits back down, again
rereading her email. There is another soft knock at the door. Alethea goes back
and slowly opens it. Standing there is a little Asian girl clad only in a
bloodied sheet, silently sobbing and quaking.)

LITTLE GIRL: Please help me!

ALETHEA: (beckoning) Come in, little one -- I won't hurt you.

LITTLE GIRL: (Shuddering and shrinking away) That's what the man with the white
hair in the penthouse told us!

The little girl comes in and Alethea carefully looks up and down the hall before
she quietly shuts the door behind them.

ALETHEA: (motioning to the sofa) Please sit down. (The little girl does so,
taking a seat on the couch.) What is your name?

LITTLE GIRL: Joan Beth

ALETHEA: Very well, Joan Beth. You look like you have been hurt. (The little
girl lowers her eyes and nods.) May I look? (The little girl nods; Alethea opens
the bloody sheet she wears and looks. She quickly recoils, shutting the sheet.)

My God -- who has done this to you?! Your whole body below the waist is a pool of
blood, and you've got bloody stripes and bruises all over your upper body! What
happened to you?! (Alethea, shaking with fear and anger, covers the little girl
in a blanket and sits on the couch beside her.)

JOAN BETH: (shuddering and shaking in tears) My name is Joan Beth. I am one of
the child models from that big orphanage in the US . We are often brought to
parties of the rich people so that they can have fun with us.

The man in the penthouse with the white hair said that a pinch of snow and a pinch
of snuff adds life to his parties. He gave orders. They gave me and the other
children drinks and drugs. A man beat me with a whip, cunt-fucked and then butt-
fucked me hard! The other men badly beat and took turns butt-fucking one of the
little boys. They taped his mouth shut, cut his balls and dick off, then slit his
throat as he cried for help while all the people standing there naked watched and
laughed. Some of the men were shooting him with a video camera and cellphones
while he died.

ALETHEA: My God -- why don't the other children escape like you have and tell
what's happening to them?!

JOAN BETH:(sobbing) Most of us are too scared or doped up -- and the man with the
white hair said they would sacrifice us -- like they did the people in the towers!

ALETHEA:(beginning to sob and bending over at the waist, holding her stomach as if
she has been kicked) Pardon me -- I need to run to the bathroom! (Alethea runs
offstage, stage left. Retching sounds and sobs come from the implied bathroom
offstage. Alethea reemerges with red-rimmed eyes, shaking, pale but resolute,
wiping her eyes with a kleenex. She sits back down on the couch and turns to the
little girl.)
I'm sorry I asked you such a seemingly insensitive question as that, Joan Beth.
But I'm very glad you were kind enough to answer it. You see, I also had
something really horrible like this happen to me when I was your age. But I never
told anyone, and never got help. I am going to see that you don't have to wait
that long. (Alethea again begins to cry.)

My name is Alethea.

JOAN BETH: That's a pretty name. What's it mean?

ALETHEA: (hesitantly) It's Greek for "One who speaks truth". I haven't lived up
to it for a very long time, but I just decided to do so again.

Would you like some hot chocolate -- with nothing in it but cocoa and milk? (Joan
Beth smiles and nods.) Then I'll order you some. Would you like a hug -- with
nothing in it but love? (Joan Beth smiles and nods vigorously, as Alethea hugs
her for a few moments. This has an evident healing effect on them both.) You are
a clever, as well as a brave and lovely little girl, Joan Beth. How did you know
that you could trust me after you knocked at my door?

JOAN BETH: (smiling through her tears) You didn't go to the old man's party!

ALETHEA: I guess you see why I didn't want to -- you shouldn't have been there
either! (Joan Beth nods solemnly in agreement. Alethea gently touches Joan Beth's
shoulder.) If you could bear it, Joan Beth, I would greatly appreciate it if you
would just keep this bloody sheet on and wrap yourself in blankets till I get you
a houserobe. It is important that we get you to a hospital to be taken care of,
and we need to have evidence of what happened to help you and the other children.

Why don't you lie here on the couch and get some sleep while I order us some
breakfast, and you some hot chocolate and a robe, and make arrangements to get us
out of here as soon as possible.?

JOAN BETH: OK, Alethea -- thank you. (She lies down, her head on a cushion and
Alethea covers her with a blanket)

ALETHEA: After we make our escape, would you possibly like to go with me and a
close friend of mine to stay with some Indians?

JOAN BETH: Wow -- cool!

ALETHEA: (tucking Joan Beth in and gently kissing her forehead) Then let me make
some calls while you sleep, and write something to the old man with the white
hair!

Alethea begins to write, thinking aloud to herself:

With wounds concealed, we will continue wounding; with wounds revealed we can
begin to heal, not only our own wounds, but the ancient wounds of the world. Small
efforts, well-timed and -aimed, can leverage great power: like little David with
the sling, like little Frodo with the ring, I will help take out the All-Seeing
Evil Eye' s tall tower of terror with its base built of lies.

Scene 4

The Penthouse Suite of the Grand Alpine Resort Hotel. Darwin Rockshield's
momentary reverie by the fire is interrupted by urgent knock at the door.
ROCKSHIELD: Come in.

(His Aide enters.)

AIDE: Sir, pardon me for troubling you, but when we attempted to reach Secretary
Seymour as instructed, we were told that she had checked out of the hotel several
hours ago. She was last seen entering a taxi with one of our female child models
very early this morning. When the hotel manager entered to check her room per your
instructions, he found this small dictaphone CD laying on her desk addressed to
you.

ROCKSHIELD: Put this in the dictaphone then leave me.

AIDE: And one thing more, sir -- a transcript of this piece and Ms. Seymour's
letter of resignation as Assistant Secretary of the US Department of Homeland
Security -- as well as her weekly blog discussing a satanic child snuff
pornography ring operating in the highest reaches of a heretofore secret society
of a genocidal global elite -- has been found in the email boxes of FIAT members
and internet news sites throughout the world.

(Rockshield drops into his chair, visibly shaken. The aide does as instructed and
leaves the room. Rockshield sits and listens intently, as the tape plays Alethea
Seymour's voice declaiming the following speech that she has this time written for
herself, as her image, reading the speech, is projected on the wall for the
audience to see:)

THIS IS THE PUREST EVIL: AN ADDRESS TO THE BUILDERS OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER BY
FORMER US ASSISTANT SECRETARY OF HOMELAND SECURITY ALETHEA I. SEYMOUR

We who would compromise anything to become something will create nothing and
destroy everything. Our calculations will miscalculate, negating all our numbers
into nothingness. The greatest crimes have not been committed in the heat of
passion, but in the coldness of none, by those who to the gods of greed and power
would sacrifice humanity.

This is the purest evil -- as sterile and as hollow as a treated corpse --

untainted by the good on which it fed, and dying as its fodder is consumed: we
will be rulers of an underworld whose empty triumph will be filled with darkness,
disorder and death -- finally our own.

In our dark theater of psychic warfare, I was a puppet in our shadow plays, our
planetary power plays against humanity -- the people of the world our captive
audience, the slaves, not of their passions, but their passiveness.

I woke from this grave nightmare of gray numbness, in which great nations
sleepwalk to their doom, while those entrusted with their leadership betray them,
this thought dispelling all my well-taught ignorance: that all of the power and
wealth of the world is not worth the price of one human life.

What this gravely endangered world urgently needs is those who think for
themselves, not those who would think for them; not those who would appear to have
all of the right answers, but those who would ask the right questions, and have
the courage to keep on asking the right questions, including of themselves, until
their lives have become the right answer, sacrificing their lives if necessary,
but their principles never.
I have finally chosen to join with those who ask of themselves what they ask of
others until the answers, long present although severely suppressed, are not only
spoken but enacted in our daily lives upon this planet, free from the fear of
death that war-based empires have used for many centuries to enslave the peoples
of the earth -- so that we, for the first time in human history -- might know real
freedom through seeking truth, no matter where it leads us. It is in such a
spirit that I have so abruptly abandoned the corrupted corridors of power that are
but hidden tunnels to annihilation.

To your demand, therefore, that I conceal this vicious plot planned out by
corporate-based elites, in which we would inter the body of the human race, or
else join them in death, I give reply:

The cost of living is too great, when, were it paid, it would destroy all quality
of life; I would rather serve in heaven than reign in hell.

(Rockshield, again visibly shaken, removes and smashes the small CD to the floor,
then rings for his aide, who enters.)

ROCKSHIELD: It is a pity that so eloquent a speech as she has made shall go

unheard, soon to be buried with the one who has so rashly written it. We will
soon send her to heaven where she can better serve, and let that wretched waif
whom she so hastily adopts be her attendant in the afterlife.

Get me the phone numbers of the CEOs of all major internet service providers.

The glaring torch of truth, when uncontrolled, too readily reveals and then
consumes the great work we have done by night. It must be wrested from the hand
of liberty, contained, and finally put out.

AIDE: But harder to put out, sir, if her version of events is the first put out
before the public. Still harder to put out, sir, if finally the people of the
earth -- the greatest superpower -- are finally aroused, like we so long have
been, to conscious, constant and coherent action.

(The Aide exits, leaving Rockshield to ponder the suddenly flaring flames in his
fireplace.)

THE BEGINNING OF -- THE END

ACT III

Scene 1

Several months later. The meeting room of the rustic common house in the Blue Star
Ecovillage with an outside door upstage. Helga sits waiting on a simple wooden
chair, her hands folded, her expression a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
Suddenly, Soaring Eagle and Alethea, accompanied by Joan Beth walk briskly through
the door.

SOARING EAGLE: You have not been waiting in vain; we have come at last!

(Helga rises to greet them.)

HELGA (extending her arms): No waiting is in vain for those you love!
ALETHEA: No love is in vain if one finds someone willing to wait for it! (Alethea
embraces Helga yearningly; they finally part. She smiles wryly as she motions
toward Joan Beth.) Helga, I would like you to meet Joan Beth, whom I met on my
recent eventful trip to Europe !

HELGA: How do you do, Joan Beth? (Helga walks over to Joan Beth and warmly
extends her hand; Joan Beth smiles shyly and nods, deferentially looking down at
the floor; her own hands crossed, she does not accept Helga's.

JOAN BETH (still looking down at the ground): Much better, Ms. Helga, thanks to
Alethea! I'm very hungry now, (looking up) General Soaring Eagle -- may I have
something to eat?

SOARING EAGLE: I'm very hungry, too, Joan Beth! Since we warriors are men of
action, I propose we do something about it, and leave these two ladies to partake
of each other's company!

ALETHEA: Thank you, Harry -- I really appreciate that. Please make sure as a
"man of action" that all of your actions are proper toward this extremely
sensitive young lady! Please leave us some food, Joan Beth! Through you I have
seen how growing girls eat! We'll see you a little later!

JOAN BETH (smiling and lightly touching Alethea's shoulder): I will, Alethea --
thank you!

(Soaring Eagle and Joan Beth exit to the common house kitchen, stage right,
leaving Alethea and Helga sitting to converse privately downstage. Alethea moves
her chair next to Helga's, facing her and seizing her hands.)

ALETHEA (beginning to weep): I humbly beg your forgiveness, Helga, for

compromising my own integrity, and the integrity of our relationship. I was for
so long, so much imprisoned by fear and greed that nothing could escape from me
except destructiveness.

I cannot express to you in words the horrible, secret evil that I have so long
seen done to the world, and how much I now regret having helped do it. I have
vowed to spend the rest of my life helping restore the life which I with mine have
so long helped to destroy.

I am very grateful that you stood on your principles, to finally call me on my

lack of them; that you were willing to put an end to our personal partnership if I
did not put an end to my wrongdoing. In doing so, you may have saved my soul, as
well as of some others that my very public defection from the dark side may have
inspired to do the same.

You also may have helped many millions more who did not know of this long-
concealed planetary plot against them; now they may, because one person stood her
ground to influence the conduct of one other person to help expose it.

I am afraid that my escape with that viciously abused little girl has now
threatened our lives, as well as our relationship; that we will now need to hide
ourselves, even as I have in the past shamefully hidden our love.

I want to say to you that I would now be willing to proclaim our love before this
darkened world, even at the risk to my life, and that my love for you will now
endure until and beyond my death and yours. I hope with all my heart that my past
has not destroyed our future.
(Alethea lays her head on Helga's shoulder weeping; Helga, now weeping also,
caresses her hair.)

I hope that we together might help create a better way of life for all of us, so
good that we would be willing to live for it as well as die for it!

HELGA (playfully): For which do I need to forgive you more, Alethea: your past
decision to cooperate with forces of the evil empire or your recent decision to
break with them? Both have brought much trouble into our lives. I forgive you as
much as I love you, Alethea; and, as much as you have done overall to disrupt our
lives one way or the other, that should mean a lot!

ALETHEA (smiling through her tears): It does indeed -- thank you, Helga.

HELGA: I would be willing to spend the rest of my life in hiding as long as it

could be with you. And I would not mind staying here in this community, even if
it were in secret. The people here and the lives they lead are what those of the
future need to be if the human race is to survive.

ALETHEA: Would you be willing to have Joan Beth stay with us part of the time
then? That child has suffered such horrible abuse, she needs a place of stability
and some people really who love her.

HELGA: That place is with us; we have a second bedroom that I would like to see
used often. If, as seems likely, this village decides they want to collectively
raise a child, we have our guest room back! If we have to disappear, there are
many loving, hospitable people in this village who would care for her. (Alethea
lifts her head to look at Helga lovingly. Helga rises and helps her to her feet,
putting her arm around Alethea, tucking her head fondly into the far taller
Alethea's shoulder.)

ALETHEA: I am fortunate that I am now intimately bound to one of them; let us go

use the first bedroom, as I am just now extremely tired, not hungry.

HELGA (winking) : And I am just now extremely hungry, not tired. But I have
learned to fast.

ALETHEA (mischievously): I hope that this does not indicate you are a "fast"
woman, except insofar as you are bound! (She kisses Helga's forehead.)

HELGA: If I am, you are lucky, given what you have put me through!

ALETHEA: I would be luckier still, if I were into such practices!

HELGA: Given the vicious circles you ran in until recently, I'm amazed that you
aren't!

ALETHEA: And to think I am now instead running from them!

(Alethea and Helga exit laughing, arm in arm.)

Scene 2

The master suite of a luxury hotel in Washington DC . Darwin Rockshield sits

magisterially at stage left. His Aide enters, escorting Sonorio Djembe into his
presence.

ROCKSHIELD: Hail to the Thief! Hello President Sonorio Djembe, first FIAT-
anointed, politically correct African-American President of the United States !
Please have a seat! Care for a contraband Cuban cigar? (Rockshields' Aide offers
Djembe a fancy cigar box; Djembe removes a cigar, which the Aide lights for him.
Rockshield motions for his Aide to exit, which he does, stage left.) I'm sure you
will make better use of it than one of your immediate predecessors!

DJEMBE: I will -- I'll actually inhale, although I would breathe easier if it

weren't from Cuba ! Semper Fidel is!

ROCKSHIELD: True -- he has lasted far longer than any US president -- in more
ways than one!

DJEMBE: We US presidents would do well to emulate him --

ROCKSHIELD: -- the better for us through you to screw all of those who would stop
our great work! Speaking of which, we are readying our bioweaponized flu virus to
unleash on the unsuspecting common sheep of the world, soon to be extinct.

We will also soon need a provocation for a preemptive nuclear strike on Iran; our
previous American regime failed to smuggle out of the country the nuclear missiles
we needed to do so earlier. That self-righteous now-retired redskin warrior,
Soaring Eagle, and his loyal officers were directly responsible for that.

Speaking of which: after betraying our elite network, Alethea Seymour and the
child she kidnapped from the FIAT meeting have been seen with Soaring Eagle in
that utopian community on the Native American Confederation tribal lands.

They -- Soaring Eagle, his family, Seymour, her lady love, the child and all in
this particular community -- need to be eliminated, and the rest of their newly
sovereign native rebellion put down and put in the secret detention camps up near
the Canadian border for our disposal -- and eventually, theirs. We will need a
total news blackout from our media affiliates.

DJEMBE: Why do we need to kill the rest, if we can do a surgical strike on our
potentially talkative targets? Seymour , ironically, ghost-wrote the executive
order that could imprison herself and all other dissidents in America for life or
death without a trial before she disappeared.

ROCKSHIELD: The slightest rebellion -- violent or nonviolent -- against our

empire must be immediately decimated; extreme violence is preferable to inspire
the fear we wish to instill by making this example. We need to engineer another
Jonestown, another Ruby Ridge, another Waco, another American family-style
holocaust for this decade.

We, who unseen, play the endgame on this global chessboard, who move the kings,
the queens, the bishops, as well as knights to fame as well as ruin, who made the
very board of play whose public squares define these pieces and their parts; we
who also play upon their fear, have only one ourselves: we fear the countless
pawns we have so many centuries kept separate, once in communion with each others'
plights, will turn on us who have so long deceived them and overturn the very
board itself -- to find the earth we have portrayed for them is not so flat and
limited as they have thought.

These many weaker pieces might then together move to redesign the game itself to
benefit themselves, not us. We, the grand masters of the global endgame do not
fear their single moves, but singular mass movements; we fear, in short, the
revolt of the pawns.
We therefore need a larger holocaust in the Middle East to enact our multiple
well-hidden agendas there, satisfy our valuable allies and keep peak pandemonium
throughout the world. We want an immediate destabilization of Iran , preferably
from a preemptive nuclear strike from submarines in the Persian Gulf.

Then, if, between that, the flu pandemic and the imminent global economic collapse
we have planned, massive resistance begins in the US, we will have the pretext we
need to activate martial law and our secret network of concentration camps to
finalize both our retaking of our North American colonies and our plans for
continent-wide depopulation. Besides, these idiots in America demonstrating
against our wars of empire do not realize that most of the global economy is now
based on war, and will all the sooner collapse without it.

DJEMBE: If I am to seek a preemptive nuclear strike on Iran with all that it

implies, I am going to need access to the sealed above top-secret files on the
increasing extraterrestrial presence in America.
I am now getting all too many reports that alien spacecraft have been increasingly
interfering with military activation of our nuclear launch silos, and recent
attempted launches of our above top-secret nuclear and electromagnetic space
weapons.

They are now even breaching the security of our network of deep underground
military bases that has seemed till now invulnerable.

I would be willing to carry out what you have asked concerning Seymour, Soaring
Eagle the child and Native American Confederation, but I will need access to these
above top-secret files in return before I do this.

ROCKSHIELD: That is proprietary information now belonging to our aerospace

corporations, not the US government.

DJEMBE: I am fully aware of that, Mr. Rockshield; that is why I am mentioning

this to you, who sit upon the hidden throne -- not in my cabinet.

ROCKSHIELD: Or closet. Mr. President, do you know what "DC" stands for?

DJEMBE (chuckling): Last time I heard, "Dominant Corruption"!

ROCKSHIELD: How about "Disputed Citizenship"? We of FIAT have done a "full court
press", so to speak, with reams of cash for judicial bribes to halt any serious
grand jury investigation of your allegedly exotic origins. It's no wonder you're
so interested in an alien presence, whether it's in outer space or in the White
House!

DJEMBE: Mr. Rockshield, I am going to need full disclosure on this if I am to do

what you request and not be blindsided like some of my predecessors have been.

ROCKSHIELD: I am here to see that this does not happen, Mr. President. Do you
know what else "DC" stands for?

DJEMBE: You obviously think it stands for whatever you wish it to, Mr.
Rockshield.

ROCKSHIELD: You are quite correct, Mr. President. This time it stands for "Doing
Cocaine", "Down-Low Cruising" and the second half of "AC/DC", as in frequently
switching one's sexual circuitry between two different polarities as desired. We
have already sealed those lips who, with their opening could, besides having
possibly given you much pleasure, have done much harm to your personal plans and
our larger plans through you.

DJEMBE (quickly rising to squarely face Rockshield): Mr. Rockshield, former

Assistant DHS Secretary Seymour was very effective in her public defection from
FIAT, connecting all of the dots and using all of her intelligence connections,
both interior and exterior, in the process: we have in our possession videos and
photos of your penthouse party at the Grand Alpine Resort. If released publicly,
they could be the shots heard round the world.

I greatly respect your mastery of current street slang, electrical engineering, US

government acronyms, lip service and blackmail, Mr. Rockshield. I also see that
your own definition of "DC", is "Dominant Control". I will take this under
advisement and meet with you again next week, if that would be acceptable to you.

ROCKSHIELD: I will let you know when I again have an opening in my calendar, Mr.
President. Meanwhile, I would strongly suggest that you do as we have requested
you to do as soon as possible. That way you can be more completely assured that
you will not be blindsided in any possible manner like some of your predecessors
who did not do so.

DJEMBE (nodding towards Rockshield curtly): I will, again, take this under
advisement, Mr. Rockshield. Far from being blind-sided, I have now have seen from
this exchange with you what clearly lies ahead. Thank you for your valuable time.

(Rockshield picks up the phone on the side table to make a call, as President
Djembe turns on his heel and exits stage right.)

Scene 3

Soaring Eagle, Helga, Alethea and Joan Beth enter the meeting room of the Blue
Star Ecovillage They move to a nearby cart to help themselves to some coffee, tea
or cocoa with condiments, then take a seats around the table downstage facing the
audience.

HELGA: This ecovillage uses all of the best features of the cohousing communities
I have seen in Northern Europe, and takes them to perfection.

I see it all here (Helga uses her fingers to list the particulars, like beads of
an abacus):

You have whole systems design in land use and building with sustainable organic
agriculture through permaculture. Your land is held in common and put in a
perpetual land trust; this is using Euroamerican law to support original
indigenous custom. You have alternative money-, barter- and time-based local
economic systems; these are flourishing together with sustainable worker-owned
enterprises, including sustainable, small-scale manufacturing.

You have a community-spirited milieu of shared work projects; with cultural

events, celebrations, common meals and friendly everyday interactions. You have
consensus-based direct democracy with good group and interpersonal process. All
of this is infused with the nature-based spirituality of the native peoples, but
clearly respects each person's own spiritual path!

I think it's beautiful! I am from Europe , but I am also now impressed, believe
it or not -- by something American!

JOAN BETH: All of this is so cool -- I really enjoy being here -- it's like it's
one big family!
ALETHEA: I third Helga and Joan Beth -- you are doing here on the practical plane
what many green types liberally discuss but never do, and it's magnificent -- a
combination of both past and present that shows us how we can all have a positive
future!

I have only one question: what's the village's energy source? I only see a few
scattered solar panels that don't seem to me connected to anything; this does not
appear to be enough for such a large-scale green endeavor.

SOARING EAGLE (chuckling while clearing his throat): We foresaw this probing
question from you, Alethea! So I need to fetch someone who can better answer it!

Soaring Eagle walks to the outside door to the community room upstage, sticks his
head out and beckons to someone outside. In walks a slender bald man in white
coveralls nearly seven feet tall with a huge, dome-shaped forehead set with
brilliant, sapphire-like blue eyes. He smiles sweetly and sits down with Soaring
Eagle and his party of female visitors at the head of the table. Joan Beth moves
closer to sit down next to him. Soaring Eagle motions in the direction of the
visitors.

Heavensent, this is Alethea, Helga and Joan Beth. This, ladies, is Heavensent,
our mysterious village engineer, master machinist and maintenance technician.
From his far more elevated perspective, he can better answer your question.

ALETHEA: I cannot imagine you even having a last name, the first is such a tough
act to follow! You also don't seem very native!

SOARING EAGLE: That depends upon where. His full adopted tribal name, translated,
is Sent-from-the-Stars.

ALETHEA: You can't be serious!

HEAVENSENT (smiling sweetly): That's true; I be Pleiades!

ALETHEA: I don't even know how to respond to that.

HEAVENSENT: Then why not respond by listening? I guarantee you, my explanation

is out of this world, and does not sound that much more far-fetched than if you
told me what happened at the FIAT meeting you recently attended. In fact, it will
more fully explain what you experienced there.

ALETHEA: I've never yet told anyone about that experience. I am, for once in my
life, speechless. All right, Mr. Heavensent, please proceed!

SOARING EAGLE: Good -- we have just experienced a cosmic victory already!

(Alethea reaches across the table to playfully bat Soaring Eagle.) You are all
about to hear a bit of hidden history; I must say, however, you are very special
guests; this is definitely not part of our regular community tour!

HEAVENSENT: The Blue Star Ecovillage is a pilot field project of the Galactic
Federation, whose great armada of millions of interdimensional starships now orbit
Earth during her time of great transition from many millennia of darkness into an
eternity of light.

Earth, the jewel of this particular universe, is also by far its most darkened:
half a million years ago, it was forcibly colonized by a powerfully aggressive
space empire from another galaxy, from which the Lucifer Rebellion myths recorded
in your ancient scriptures derive. Its highly-evolved, richly diverse peoples,
seeded from four different star groups like its animals and plants, were enslaved
by being genetically-modified down from twenty-two original strands of DNA to
merely two, as you have now, although these are now in the process of being
reconnected back into their original form and number.

Hybrid descendants of the aggressive space empire and their clones have ever since
continued to rule the earth by keeping its peoples in fear and want through
violence, lies, corruption and
manipulation, aided by their evil off-planet allies. This planet has therefore
ever since been quarantined by our federation, to keep her conquerors from making
further inroads into surrounding star systems.

This began to change a little over two thousand years ago, when with our help
several of our greatest representatives physically incarnated on Earth at about
the same time to deliver our message of universal love to this world's captive
peoples. This was so that they could begin again to find and use the spark of our
Creator's light within themselves to find their way home and bring others with
them as they returned.

The peoples of Earth have ever since been on an upward spiral of consciousness, to
the point where, in the last few centuries they have as a whole come to
consciously resist their ancient captivity by concealed cosmic controllers,
particularly since the founding of America as an experiment in freedom created
from all of the world's peoples.

Our federation has been more active on your planet since your controllers, in
great fear of their losing their global empire, recently recreated nuclear weapons
capable of decimating the fabric of creation, whole planets, and civilizations on
your world, as it has been used to do by this evil space empire in the past.

The annihilation of one of the planets of your solar system -- whose remnants are
the asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars -- was an example of this; an advanced
civilization on Mars was also destroyed in the same intergalactic war, which
rendered that planet a vast desert now populated much less densely underground,
despite what your controllers have told you about its supposed lifelessness. It
has also destroyed in the past several prehistoric civilizations on your own
world, including portions of Atlantis and Lemuria.

The Creator of this universe has heard the prayers of Earth's peoples and has sent
the hosts of heaven -- celestial, extraterrestrial and presently embodied -- to
help them during this long-prophesied period of unprecedented crisis.

With First Contact, we will bring much that has been deliberately kept from you --
especially who you really are and your hidden history -- to light. We will also
bring advanced teachings and technologies that have been deliberately withheld
from you in order to help you make informed decisions about your future during
this transition; Blue Star Ecovillage is just the first of these efforts.

Since the indigenous peoples of this world have been the most faithful in
maintaining stewardship of the earth and contact with the ancient wisdom and with
us who gave it, as well as having sovereign settlements the most removed from the
empire's population centers and their temptations, we approached them first as
possible partners, and they approved.

Since in the recent past, your concealed cosmic controllers have been able to
maintain their tyranny by destructive, technologically centralized economic,
information and energy systems, we intend to counter that by openly offering
completely safe, decentralized alternatives that could quickly transform life on
Earth, starting with energy.

Blue Star Ecovillage, our first pilot project, is completely powered by the same
free, zero-point energy that powers our federation's spacecraft, far more advanced
than any other sustainable power

sources now being presented to you, including solar, geothermal,

microhydroelectric, biofuels, ocean tides and hydrogen.

That is why we right now need to keep this secret by using solar panel decoys: if
the controllers knew what we were doing here, they would not hesitate to destroy
this ecovillage and its people, as they have inventors using zero-point energy
many times before in the past century, starting with Nicola Tesla. We have also
had to create a special electromagnetic barrier around this ecovillage so they
cannot use their relatively advanced sensors to detect our use of this energy.

Your controllers want free zero-point energy to be used only for top-secret
weapons to be directed against anyone who challenges their evil empire that they
would now extend to outer space; on Earth itself, they want to continue using
their well-named fossil fuels to maintain the advantage long afforded by their
enormous wealth, and for destabilizing your environment to continue controlling
and drastically lessening your present population. Those remaining they intend to
render dehumanized robots.

Alethea: I can vouch for the truth of much of what you say, Heavensent. This is
what I heard from those who spoke for FIAT at that meeting, but that which you
have stated adds -- quite literally -- many more dimensions to the story.

HELGA: When will First Contact come?

HEAVENSENT: When more are at the level of this village in their consciousness,
creating the needed critical mass for acceptance of our presence without fear.
This may be sooner than you think, as a significant threshold was just passed in
recent years. Unlike those forces that have long controlled you, we of the hosts
of heaven are not here in these last days of a three-dimensioned Earth to engineer
a planetary holocaust, but rather a planetary pentecost.

HELGA: Why do they call it free zero-point energy?

HEAVENSENT: Because if you use it, you get zero points from your concealed cosmic
corporate controllers, who then seek to destroy you. As profit-oriented as they
are, it is the only thing they do to you for free!

HELGA: As a language translator I wonder, how do you know English far better than
most Americans?

ALETHEA: That wouldn't be very hard to do for any alien -- terrestrial or

extraterrestrial!

HEAVENSENT: We've been monitoring your corporate media broadcasts for many years,
then running them through our supercomputers and their instantaneous translation
programs! The hardest part was to tell your corporate media broadcasts from your
abundant orbiting space garbage, but we managed! Your internet is far more
informative and literate!

(All laugh.)
SOARING EAGLE: Let's move the discussion to the dining room; I think we need to
chew on this, as well as on some food!

(All exit stage right.)

Scene 4

An office in the White House. President Sonorio Djembe is talking with

Rockshield's Aide; Djembe sits downstage stage left at his desk, the Aide to his
right, across the desk from him.

DJEMBE: Thank you for coming here today; I know you are risking your life in
doing this, just as you have been consistently in keeping us apprized of FIAT's
plans and liabilities. That video of their penthouse party may save many lives,
including mine, considering what I must do. I would also like to thank you for
alerting us to the danger to myself and to those at the Blue Star Ecovillage.

Something that you and I have in common is being misunderstood: of being often
forced to stand in the shadow of evil while acting in the line of higher duty, as
we are both now doing.

I would greatly appreciate it if you would deliver this message to our agent
assigned to the Blue Star Ecovillage. He can put the military and police veterans
loyal to Soaring Eagle on alert -- those who have taken an oath beyond their
military oaths to uphold the constitution -- to allow no harm to the American
people by treasonous military or police action.

AIDE: These are my brothers and sisters; I have also taken such an oath.

DJEMBE: As now have I to myself.

AIDE: I now feel some justified hope, now that we see hundreds of millions of
people in the streets all over the world -- and finally all over America --
occupying public places and government, corporate and media centers demanding all
current FIAT-controlled officials resign and their entire heritage as human beings
rightfully returned. And to think it all originated through a series of anonymous
text messages!

DJEMBE (smiling knowingly): At the same time, we need to alert our allies in the
Galactic Federation; the time may be drawing closer for First Contact, to finally
bring true freedom to the earth, beyond what the American vision of freedom was
able to inspire in the past, both in our own people and the people of the world.
I hope to see real direct democracy --not its malevolently manipulated counterfeit
-- for all of the people of this planet -- particularly our children -- in my
lifetime.

AIDE: Thank you, Mr. President. I share your vision of freedom for the world, to
the point that, as you have seen, I would gladly give my life for it if necessary.
I consider it an honor and a privilege to do as you have asked. I must say, for
quite a while, we could not tell which way you would choose to go, but are
relieved to see that you have chosen to take the higher road. It will be the only
one that does not ultimately end in disaster, as was prophesied long ago.

President Djembe rises and comes from around the desk; the Aide rises with him.
Djembe offers his hand, which the Aide takes warmly.

DJEMBE: My mission in this lifetime is as a turnaround expert; I finally decided

to practice my profession on myself! May the Force be with you!
AIDE: And also with you, let us pray!

The Aide exits, leaving President Djembe alone. He smiles as he retakes his seat
at his desk, pulls out the PDA he has hidden in his desk drawer, and begins
texting a message.

Scene 5

The meeting room of the Blue Star Ecovillage by night. Alethea, Helga, Soaring
Eagle, and Heavensent are sitting quietly in prayer downstage facing the audience.

Soaring Eagle (standing with arms upraised and extended, facing the audience): We
pray, Great Spirit, for your guidance and protection as our world goes through its
ascension into your light. May your light, life and love permeate our planet and
all life upon it, as well as the universe around her, causing the darkness so long
oppressing us to be displaced where it can harm no more. We thank you, for we
know that this is now being done. Aho and Amen.

Suddenly, the outside door behind them upstage is kicked open by two black-clad
assassins in ski masks who enter brandishing machine guns. Heavensent quickly
rises to face them, followed by the rest. Heavensent extends his large hands
toward them. The assailants seem paralyzed, as the area just outside the door
fills with brilliant rays of light from above.

MULTIPLE MALE VOICES: Run for your lives -- alien attack!

Heavensent lowers his hands. The two black-clad assassins inside regain their
power of movement and do as their colleagues outside suggest: run for their lives
out the door. Heavensent follows them slowly,moving toward the light. Alethea
and Helga look at each other; then, holding hands, also slowly step outside into
the light.

SOARING EAGLE (facing the audience, his upraised arms again extended to the
audience): Thank you, Great Spirit: we who have so long sat in darkness are now
arising to see the great light of a new day on Earth. (Soaring Eagle then lowers
his arms, slowly turns and also walks out the door into the light.)

THE END -- OF THE BEGINNING