Chapter Forty-Five
Aaron was finishing up with her last class for the day when Gordon appeared at her classroom door. God, he was a good-looking man. She couldn’t help but smile and greeted him warmly.
“Four more days and we are out of here for the summer,” Gordon grinned.
“Yes, and I am looking forward to it immensely,” Aaron answered.
Gordon entered her room and leaned against the corner of her desk. “Aaron, I have some good news and some bad news.”
Aaron, wide-eyed with anticipation, said, “Really? Well, give me the good news first.”
Gordon smiled, “The good news is you have earned and been approved to receive the 33rd Degree.” He hesitated to view her reaction.
“Oh, wow. But what happened to the 20th through 32nd Degrees I haven’t been through yet?”
“Well, that is the bad news. I don’t know what your financial situation is, but it is going to cost you $5,000 to skip through them and receive the 33rd Degree. Is that going to be a problem? I can help you out if it is.”
Thinking about her cash stash, she mentally calculated what she had left. “No, I don’t think that will be a problem. I have been living pretty simply here and I get a good salary. I think I can swing it. Where and when will all this happen?”
“The next 33rd Degree ceremony is July 4th. The place is the Mother Supreme Council of the World in Washington DC. It is a beautiful place. It will knock your socks off.”
Aaron, being curious, asked, “Washington DC? Why in Washington DC?”
“Washington DC area is the anticipated center of the New World Order. You have to remember that the New World Order is evolving. I don’t want to get into a great history lesson here, but let me catch you up to speed on some very important points.
“About 150 years ago, 500,000 clay tablets were found. These tables were from Sumer in Mesopotamia, which is the undisputed first known organized civilization. It was located between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers at the headwaters of the Persian Gulf, which today we call Iraq.
“The Sumerians seemed to appear suddenly about six thousand years ago. The culture vanished as suddenly as it arrived, but not before changing the face of the world completely and providing us with many modern technologies we enjoy today.
“The Sumerian tablets were so difficult to decipher it wasn’t until 1802 before the translation began. Even today they largely remain unread. The language of the Sumerians was mostly symbols representing concepts rather than words, and thus translation is greatly varied due to different interpretations. But, all scholars agree on many aspects of the culture. They feel that this culture developed the first writing system, the first written proverbs, written history, the wheel, schools, the monetary coin, taxes, and laws just to name a few. They were known to possess very advanced technology in shipbuilding and mapping.
“And their knowledge of spherical astronomy is uncanny. The concept of horizon, the poles, the equinoxes and the ecliptic, the 360-degree circle, and the celestial axis all centered from the Sumerians. The movement of the sun and moon, the discovery of the calendar and modern timekeeping with the 60-minute hour and 60-second minute were designed on their belief of the number 60 system. The astrology signs of the zodiac are based on their 12 gods. They were able to chart the time throughout the entire world. They could conceive of the world as if seen from above.”
Aaron interrupted, “I remember my American History when Columbus sailed the ocean blue, because he disputed the concept at the time of the world being flat. How in the world did a civilization 6,000 years before we founded America know that the world was spherical?”
“That, Aaron, is what keeps educators interested in translating those Sumerian tablets. The resounding answer from scholars is that the Sumerians claimed they received everything they knew from their gods. They described gods who descended down from the ‘heavens’ and who could soar back just as easily. Many early educators and scholars scoffed at that interpretation. But look what we have learned since we first put man on the moon, and now with our unmanned space stations flying around other planets and soon to go to other universes, it is not too far fetched to conceive that an advanced civilization on another planet had come to Earth some time in the past.
“But, with their advanced knowledge of the universe, mathematics, and the ability to create great ancient cities complete with dams, canals, public buildings, markets, and homes, it begs to ponder the question of ancient civilizations being directed by those outside our world.
“Now that you understand a little of ancient history, you are probably wondering where I am going with all this,” Gordon injected.
“That thought had crossed my mind. So the Masons believe in extraterrestrials and UFO’s?” Aaron asked.
“Well, it is not out of the realm of possibilities. How is that for an answer?”
Aaron asked, “I think what I asked was why is the Mother Lodge in Washington DC?”
“I guess I did digress a little. Let me get back to Washington DC. After many thousands of years, Columbus ‘sailed the ocean blue’ as you have said. He came to America to discover the New World. Do you think this was by accident?”
“Well, I guess I have never really delved into the reason why Columbus discovered America, just that he wanted to prove a point—that the world was not flat. At least that is what was taught to us in elementary school. Are you trying to tell me that Columbus came across the ocean to America as part of the evolution of The New World Order?”
“The Masons and its higher degree members agree and are instructed that the lower degrees of the Mason are just a front for the handful of people in the world that are charting a course to world dominance. Every war, every famine, every disaster, every stock market crash, is carefully orchestrated by an elite group of people.”
Aaron was having a hard time believing all that Gordon was telling her. “Isn’t that a little far fetched?”
“It is not far fetched, and it is part of the evolution process. There are a handful of elite people in the world that manipulate stocks, control prices, and avoid taxes. They have monopolies on manufacturing by dampening new technologies. They have monopolies over energy, medicine, and arms. How many times have you said ‘why can’t the automobile manufactures make a car that runs on water or gets 200 miles to the gallon?’ They control multinational corporations and they belong to secret societies such as the Mason, the Illuminati, Skull and Bones, Knights of Malta, the Trilateral Commission, and the Council on Foreign Relations. The major players in these organizations are very wealthy bankers, corporations, and insurance companies.
“Probably one of the greatest myths in modern times is that the Federal Reserve is controlled by the United States Federal Government. The Federal Reserve is nothing more than a central bank. The Federal Reserve System was conspired in a secret meeting in 1910 on Jekyll Island, an island retreat off the Georgia coast. The participants were seven men representing as much as one fourth of the world’s wealth. The meeting was so secret, that only first names were used.
“The seven were representatives of William Rockefeller; representatives from the investment firm of Kuhn, Loeb and Company; the Assistant Secretary of the US Treasury; the senior partner and lieutenant of J.P. Morgan Company; the president of the First National Bank of New York; and a Rhode Island Republican Senator.”
Aaron interjected. “I always believed that the Federal Reserve was a part of the government. And you are telling me it is not?”
Gordon smiled, “Well, you could say it is part of the government, because all the international bankers involved in the Federal Reserve actually do run the government, but underground. After the secret meeting that prepared plans for banking reforms, a lot of financial panics followed. There were runs on the bank and forced panics all brought about by international bankers.
"Then soon to be U.S. President Woodrow Wilson came in and, in a move that looked like he saved the day, proposed a committee of six or seven men like J. P. Morgan to handle the financial affairs of the country. Americans were now conditioned to accept the international banker’s offer of a central bank.
“Americans were convinced that the only way to stabilize the U.S. monetary system was to have Congress pass an act that created the National Monetary Commission—which was chaired by one of the secret seven—the Senator from Rhode Island. Then all the citizens were relieved.
“Then the magnificent seven secretly met again several years later and decided not to have one central bank in the United States, but several, and not to be called central or bank. And they decided it needed to look like an official U.S. government agency. Critics of the proposed plan squawked that the idea would only benefit bankers and came out with their own plan. Those plans were sent through congress as the Federal Reserve Act. Americans, again conditioned to believe in and trust their government, thought their voices were being heard, especially when the central bank’s sponsors spoke out against the Federal Reserve Act.
“The bankers were orchestrating again the minds and will of the people. The Act that passed with huge public support to create the Federal Reserve Act had entire sections that were identical to the plan the international bankers had secretly proposed. The bankers had manipulated themselves right into what they had planned all along.
“Then came the banker’s choosing the next president. They wanted a president who supported their pet project of the Federal Reserve. Woodrow Wilson was their choice. They also found that the Democrat Wilson would probably not be able to beat Republican Taft. So two major contributors encouraged Teddy Roosevelt, also a Republican, to run on a third-party ticket and funded his campaign with large sums of money. The scheme worked as Roosevelt took votes from Taft so that Wilson was elected by a narrow margin.
“The Federal Reserve today is composed of 12 Federal Reserve banks, each serving a section of the country. The New York Federal Reserve Bank dominates the Reserve. But the importance of the Federal Reserve is who controls it. First you have to understand that the Federal Reserve System can create alternate periods of inflation and deflation. International bankers control this at incredible profits for themselves while the average citizen grasps at pennies it may gain or lose.
“The magnificent seven from Jekyll Island quickly became major players in the Reserve. It is not, nor has it ever been part of the U. S. government. It is a private organization, owned by private stockholders of member banks. When looking at the major stockholders of these banks, we see the names of Rothschild, Morgan, Rockefeller, Warburg crop up repeatedly.
“Here is where the manipulation and evolution of the world is the most stark. With the creation of the Federal Reserve, the major bankers have the taxpayers taking the liability for the losses of their private banks.”
Aaron interrupted, “You lost me here. Wait a minute. I need a chance to regroup. Let’s take a break and get something to eat.”
“Good idea. I need to use the bathroom anyway.”
Aaron went to the cafeteria and bought two sandwiches and diet colas. She had a lot to absorb and assimilate. She felt drained.
Gordon drank half his diet soda down in one swig. He bit into his sandwich and while waving the remains in the air continued with his lecture.
“I know you have a problem grasping the concept of taxpayer picking up the tab of failed banks, but it is quite simple. Technically and legally, the Federal Reserve note is an obligation of the U.S. Government. In reality, it is an obligation on which the sole responsibility of the obligation rests on the reserve banks.
“The U.S. Government can only be called upon to be obligated after the reserve banks fail. When you hear ‘insured by the Federal Reserve’ at your local bank, you are actually insuring your own money, for if the bank fails and the Federal Reserve needs to pay on the insured money, it will be taxpayer money that will be used for the obligation to pay.
Aaron sipped her soda and chewed her sandwich. “Why is this all so convoluted? Why is this so complicated?”
“Exactly. It is contrived to be so. The Federal Reserve does not want you to know, because if you knew and understood, there would be a mutiny. International bankers make all their money by giving credit to countries. Elementary is that the more the debt, the more interest the bankers receive. The more the debt, the more indebted the country is to the bankers.
“Here at home, the economy continues to create new jobs, but individual debt is growing faster than the incomes are rising. And now we are even more detached from the bank with our plastic debit cards that give us money at any ATM we step up to. Economists make hollow warnings that get little press that we are in an inflationary depression. The more money in circulation, the less it is worth.”
“Gordon, this economic lesson has been very interesting, but what has this to do with Washington DC?”
Gordon laughed. “I guess I did get off on a tangent. But the point I am trying to make is that Washington DC has always been the source of power. It houses all our branches of government. All the powerful Senators and Representatives and other elected officials are there. It is the heartbeat of America. This is where we chose to build the Mother Supreme Council of the World. And there are many people in the heart of America that belong to the Order of the Masons.
“I was also getting you prepared to see how the world is being manipulated. If you think your vote is a conscience effort of research into the best candidate, you are wrong. If you think you are being told the whole truth in the media, you are wrong. If you think you have any control over your own destiny, you are wrong. If you think you have control over the hard earned money you have in your bank, you are wrong.
“The rich and powerful run the world. You are but puppets in their hands. Most people are working hard and raising families. They are happy to come home to the kids and dog with a six-pack of beer as long as they have enough money to get from one paycheck to another.
“In our retirement, we want to be ‘comfortable’ to do the things in our twilight years that we couldn’t do when raising a family. But how many people are putting off retirement because of the recent stock market nosedive? How many people lost all their retirement funds when large corporation CEOs absconded with their money? We are so deep in debt, so obligated to the international bankers; we are as ripe as we can be to a government controlled takeover of its citizen.”
“You mean by taking control of our finances, by keeping us dumb and happy, we are actually moving right into the hands of the One World Government?” Aaron asked.
“Yes.”
Aaron put her hands over her face and laid her head in her lap. Gordon rubbed her shoulders and back. He knew how hard it was to comprehend the deception.
“But you are in the right place. You are in the Mason. We are part of the planning. You will see at your ritual in Washington. You will never be in the groups of the rich and famous like the Illuminati, but you will be standing right next to them.”
Chapter Forty-Six
That evening, as Aaron was preparing to load her briefcase with papers from her classes, she pushed back her chair and as she did her knee bumped the underside of her desk. She was rubbing her painful knee when the side panel in the kneehole of her desk flopped open and an object fell onto the floor.
She crawled under her desk to retrieve the object. She pulled out a soft-sided briefcase that obviously contained a heavy lode inside its zippered case. Aaron sat at her desk with the case on her lap. The initials on the front of it indicated it belonged to TW—which she could easily conclude meant Todd Williams—the deceased Todd Williams, former professor who sat at this desk every instructional day for 10 years. Why in the world would he have put a briefcase inside the panel of his desk?
Aaron opened the case and recognized a laptop computer as its sole content. She quickly shut the case. Her mind was whirling. Dr. Todd Williams, professor, hid a laptop computer in a false side panel in his desk. That could only mean one thing; he had something in that computer he did not want anyone to know about.
Gordon stuck his head in the doorway of Aaron’s classroom. “Are you ready to go yet?”
Aaron slid her chair under her desk. She was sure her face showed the surprise of finding the computer, but attempted a lame, “No, Gordon. Go on without me. I need to stop at the library for a while. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night.”
Gordon frowned. Something didn’t seem quite right, but he decided not to question further. “Good night, then. I’ll see you in the morning.” He started to turn and looked back at Aaron. “Is everything OK?”
Aaron tried to remain calm as her head spun with unanswered questions about her find. “I’m great Gordon. I am still trying to absorb your history lessons. I feel like my head is spinning.”
“Well, don’t worry about it too much. I have a lot more to tell you. We have a five hour plane trip to Washington DC in little over a month. We will have a long time to hash over the fate of the world.”
“I can hardly wait,” Aaron answered, not really sure she was up to any more lecture even though what Gordon was telling her was extremely important to her knowledge of the Masons and its underpinning. She was in this for the long haul, and she thought a five-hour plane ride was just part of the deal. But a more immediate need was to find out why Todd Williams hid his computer in his desk.
Aaron slipped the shoulder strap of Todd’s computer case over her shoulder and picked up her own briefcase in her hand. She grabbed a handful of student papers in her free hand and walked out of the university. Luckily, it was late enough that she didn’t run into another living sole as she hurried home.
Aaron flipped on the desk lamp as she dropped the loose papers. She threw her own briefcase on the floor and carefully laid Todd’s computer case on top of the desk. She slowly unzipped the case and carefully took out the laptop. She fished out an electrical cord and plugged it into an outlet. She lifted the screen and punched the appropriate button that turned on the computer.
When the Windows program had fully loaded all startup programs, she ran her index finger over the built-in mouse pad and located the cursor. She studied the screen. There were only two programs on the computer’s desktop. One was a report card program and the other was a Word program folder. She double-clicked onto the Word program folder.
Two folders were inside the program folder. One was a shortcut to the main Word software and the other was a folder named simply “Notes.” She clicked on the Notes folder.
There, on the screen right before her eyes, Todd Williams had been keeping detailed notes on his tenure at the university. He had been keeping detailed notes of his initiation into the brotherhood of the Masons. Aaron scanned down the page, skimming the paragraphs, many of them sounding very familiar. She stopped and read a few pages more thoroughly.
If it weren’t for Todd’s name as the author of these notes, she could have substituted her own. Gordon was Todd’s mentor into the brotherhood also. He was raped by the angel from the God of the Masons. He noted all the discoveries as he was lifted to higher degrees, the sacrificial offerings, and the trip to Washington DC, all were in over seventeen hundred pages of notes.
Aaron couldn’t possibly read the entire folder that night, but was intrigued enough to read until midnight. At midnight the phone rang. It startled Aaron so that she jumped up from her chair and slammed down the laptop computer screen. She felt very guilty reading Todd’s notes. It was like invading someone’s private thoughts. But she was mesmerized. She was hooked.
Gordon was on the phone when Aaron answered. “I saw your light was still on while on a walk. It’s pretty late, is everything OK?”
Aaron was upset that Gordon seemed to be checking up on her. “I am working on papers tonight. I guess I got carried away and didn’t realize what time it was.” It was really none of his business what time she went to bed.
“Well, I am not prying, but I got home and had an email waiting for me from the Mother Supreme Council. They moved your 33rd Degree Initiation up to June 3—the day before our last classes. I just bought our tickets online. We fly out of Portland International Airport right after classes on June 1. I wanted to get there a day ahead of your ceremony to show you around the Supreme Lodge. We have a 2-hour layover in Denver, Colorado, which works out quite well as one important bit of information I have for you centers in Denver.”
“That’s in two days. What do I do with my finals?” Aaron asked.
“I will talk to our department faculty, but I am sure we can combine all our classes into the auditorium for one final exam. We really don’t need to be there as long as the other professors are willing to monitor the exam. Just have everything ready to go by tomorrow night. Sorry to push you so hard, but when the Mother Supreme Council says come, we are going.”
“I have the exams prepared. They are in the office for printing.” Aaron looked over at the now still computer on her desk. She wanted desperately to continue reading Todd’s notes, but knew it would have to wait until she got back from Washington DC.
She suddenly felt very tired. “I need to get some sleep, Gordon. Thanks for warning me tonight. Sorry I was so abrupt with you just now, but you took me by surprise calling so late.”
“I understand. I will see you tomorrow. Get a good night’s sleep.”
“Thanks, Gordon, you too.” Aaron hung up the phone, lifted the lid of the laptop and reluctantly turned the power off. “Well, Todd Williams, I will pick up your notes when I get back.”
She put the cord, computer, and case in her locker under her bed. No one could know she had Todd’s computer. She needed to find out what was in his notes that caused him to hide the computer. Aaron wondered if his notes had anything to do with his death.
A nagging thought kept coming to her from her earlier research into the Masons. Even after taking the strict penalty oath, one member of the Freemasons in Batavia, New York, decided to publish a book revealing the secret symbols, handshakes, oaths, and purposes of his brethren. He felt it was his duty to his country to expose the dangers of the Mason. Before he could print the book, this 33-year veteran of the Mason was kidnapped. His body was never seen again.
Perhaps justice was never served as the wheels of justice were slowed with brother Masons in the courts and law enforcement. Rumors that this now famous Mason had been abducted and murdered by fellow Masons, a major scandal broke in New York and spread to the Mid-Atlantic States.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Aaron and Gordon arrived at the Portland International Airport just in time to board the plane to Denver. They had only carry-on luggage and breezed through security without raising any security issues. They wore no belts, carried no metal in their pockets, took off their shoes while standing in line, and had very little but clothing in their carry-on.
They were scheduled to arrive in Denver, Colorado, at 5:00 p.m. local time. As they entered the plane, Gordon surprised Aaron by flopping down in a row of first class seats. Aaron looked down at her ticket for the first time. Row 2, seats A and B. “Wow, Gordon, first class? How much am I paying for this ticket?”
Aaron lifted her carry-on and Gordon’s into the overhead compartment. The First Class flight attendant arrived at their seats with two glasses of champagne. Aaron sat beside Gordon as the attendant put the glasses down between them on the table they shared.
Aaron craned her neck around as the plane taxied to the runway. Only one other person was in First Class and he was sitting in the last row next to the window.
“Looks like we will be flying alone today. It’s like having a private jet.”
The plane lined up on the runway and with a burst of acceleration flew up to the open sky. Aaron let her head lay back in the seat with her eyes closed. She never tired of the feeling of power as the jet engines lifted the huge fuselage to thousands of feet in the air.
Gordon lifted his glass in the air. “To a great future for my friend.”
Aaron lifted her glass toward Gordon’s and clinked them together. “And to your future my friend.”
As the plane leveled off at 35,000 feet, the flight attendant came up to the two with a bottle to refill their champagne glasses.
“Are you two partners?” she asked.
Gordon put down his glass and grabbed Aaron’s hand. He intertwined his fingers through hers. “We most certainly are.” Gordon brought Aaron’s hand to his lips and kissed it.
The flight attendant poured champagne into the fluted glasses and said, “Figures. The best looking guys usually are.” She smiled and went to the passenger in the back of first class.
Aaron looked at Gordon, “Are we partners?”
“Well, I certainly hope so. We hardly take a breath without each other. Don’t you feel the same?”
“I knew we were close, but I never thought of us as a couple—like partners,” Aaron answered.
“Whenever you are ready then,” Gordon smiled. “If I’m moving too fast, just knock me in the head.”
“I promise,” answered Aaron.
Gordon said, “We have about two hours before we get to Denver Airport. I need to give you some background information then I want to take you on a tour of the Airport during our layover.
“First of all I need you to tell me what your opinion of several government agencies are. I will name them and you give me the first thought that comes into your mind. Then tell me if they were in a cowboy movie, would they be wearing a white hat or a black hat. OK, FBI.” Gordon waited for her answer.
With her eye’s shut and imagination running rampant she pictured the FBI working a drug house raid. “Federal Bureau of Investigation—guns, investigations, agents, snooping, stakeouts, raids, badges, Oklahoma City bombing, and a black hat. Is that what you mean?” Aaron answered.
“Perfect. Now CIA.”
Eyes still closed and pictures running through her mind she answered, “Central Intelligence Agency—guns, intelligence, agents, covert, drugs, mercenaries, undercover, and a black hat.”
“OK, now ATF.”
“Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms—guns, agents, raids, Ruby Ridge, Waco, Janet Reno, and a black hat.”
Gordon laughed, “Janet Reno?”
“I can’t think of Waco, Texas without having Janet Reno come to mind,” Aaron smiled.
“I see, now FEMA,” Gordon said.
“Federal Emergency Management Agency—FEMA—floods, earthquakes, natural disasters, helping people, money to recover, and a white hat.”
Gordon took Aaron’s hand and kissed her fingers. “I love you. You are so predictable and so conditioned. You are the perfect example of 98% of the citizens in the United States. I hate to burst your FEMA bubble, but listen carefully to what I have to say.
“In 1969, an Executive Order signed by President Nixon outlined emergency functions which are to be performed by 28 Executive Departments and Agencies whenever the President of the United States declares a national emergency.
“Under the Executive Order after the emergency is declared the Executive Branch can do the following and more.”
Gordon raised fingers as he clicked off the terms of the Order. “It can take over all communications media—TV, radio, two-way radios, phones, papers, the Internet—everything. It can seize all sources of power and take charge of all food resources. It can take immediate control of all highways and seaports. Seize all railroads, inland waterways, airports, and storage facilities.
“It can commandeer all civilians to work under federal control and supervision. It can control all activities relating to health, education, and welfare. It can shift, without warning, any segment of the population from one place to another. It will take over farms, ranches, and timbered properties and it will regulate the amount of your own money you may withdraw from your bank.”
“Wow. That could be a bureaucratic dictatorship whenever the President gave the word, right?”
“It gets better. In 1972, another Executive Order split the United States into Ten Federal Regional Councils. These councils are provided with the mechanisms and manpower to carry out all the edicts from the President. The Ten Federal Regional Councils are all controlled by FEMA.” Gordon paused to see Aaron’s reaction.
A minute passed. Aaron was thinking about what she had just described as a “white hat” agency—the one who always helps in emergencies.
“FEMA is in control of actually carrying out all the government take-over you were just talking about?”
“I will try to tie it all together for you. Just outside Washington DC is a large mountain called Mount Weather. Inside this mountain is the agency FEMA. It has equipped the Mount Weather facility with all the satellite uplinks and computer power necessary to control all the communications systems in our country and abroad.
“Inside this mountain is a huge underground city. Also inside the mountain are all supplies necessary to keep FEMA running for months without contact to the world outside. So do you start to see the connection with Washington DC and the heartbeat of the New World Order?”
Aaron answered, “I guess. This is all so foreign to me.”
“It gets better. Inside this facility FEMA collects and maintains a database of information on all U.S. citizens. Also inside Mount Weather is a working duplicate of the Executive Branch of the Federal government ready to swing into action.
“It is literally a self-sustaining command center for all other Federal Relocation Centers. Together these networks of facilities constitute the backbone of the continuity of government program. That is in the event of nuclear war, declaration of martial law, or other national emergencies, the President, his Cabinet, and the rest of the Executive Branch would be relocated to Mount Weather.”
Aaron sat in disbelief as she sputtered out, “Gordon, do people outside the government know about this? Do regular citizens know about this facility and what it stands for?”
“It is not widespread knowledge, but it is the undisputed center of the New World Government. Above ground the facility looks benign with about a dozen building scattered across beautifully maintained lawns. Here and there are a system of antennas and microwave systems. There is an on-site sewage treatment plant and a water facility that holds 250,000 gallons of water. That could sustain about 200 people for more than a month.
“They have a control tower and helicopter pad. Surrounding the compound is a 10-foot high chain link fence, razor wire, and armed guards. As you would suspect, security is extremely tight and if you are caught on the perimeter of the area with a camera or sketchpad, they are confiscated and you are escorted away from the area.”
Aaron stopped Gordon and asked, “What do these people do all day long while waiting for an emergency to happen?”
“They have about 240 people who work at the Mount Weather facility every day. And every day, they train. They play war games intended to prepare them for both war and domestic political crises. They have a situation room with charts, maps, and whatever visuals may be needed to communicate with the White House and Raven Rock.”
“Raven Rock?” Aaron asked.
“Raven Rock is the underground Pentagon sixty miles north of DC. The communications between all these facilities is state of the art. Have I overloaded you for now?”
“Not at all, I am fascinated. I had no idea we had shadow governments with underground duplicates of our White House and Pentagon. Has there ever been a time when these facilities were put into action or almost put into service?”
“Yes. Most recently on September 11, 2001, Twin Towers attack. Mount Weather was alerted and prepared to assume certain governmental powers.
“If you remember, the Vice President was moved to a facility. Now you know where. The President was put in a plane and that plane flew west. I will get back to that shortly.
“Other times Mount Weather was ready to jump into action was during the 1961 Cuban missile crises, the assassination of President Kennedy in 1963, and was on standby for Civil Crisis Management during the 1967 and 1968 urban riots, and during a number of national antiwar demonstrations.”
“So, if Mount Weather takes over in an emergency, our Constitution is pretty much trash, right?” Aaron asked.
“The Constitution is considered null and void. Now, the reason for this long dissertation on Mount Weather, FEMA, and the Denver Airport, remember I just said on 9-11 the President was put on a plane and headed west? The reason he headed west was because, of course, the attack on America was on the east coast.
“At that time no one knew how many other attacks were planned or where they would occur. So the President was headed to the western regional FEMA underground city. Under the Denver International Airport.” Gordon paused.
“What?” Aaron shouted. “We have a Mount Weather FEMA-type facility UNDER the Denver Airport?”
“There is not a lot known about the newest underground facility at the airport, but some of those involved in project construction believe that the Denver area is the western sector command of the New World Order. There is even a rumor that a whistleblower involved in the project suddenly committed suicide by strangling himself.”
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