Chapter Forty-Eight
Aaron felt drained as she unloaded the overhead compartment. This whole New World Order conspiracy stuff was pretty hard to believe. It seemed like everything she had ever been taught about history and the government was nothing more than lies. She felt empty inside. Her whole world seemed to be crashing down around her. Nothing was what it seemed.
Gordon led the way through the airport toward the southeastern entrance to the terminal. “Let’s start at the beginning and you will see a definite pattern.”
They stepped outside the terminal and Gordon opened the door. “First I would like to welcome you to The Great Hall.”
Surprised, Aaron looked at Gordon, “You mean like our Mason meeting rooms?”
“Yes, but it gets better.” Gordon walked over to a large granite capstone. “This is the dedication plaque. Look at it.”
Aaron was shocked when the first symbol she saw was the familiar compass and square with a “G” in the middle. “Oh, my. That is the Mason symbol. How can that be? Is this a Masonic airport?”
“Read the whole plaque.”
“OK, Denver International Airport. Oh,” Aaron said as she pointed to rays emitting from the top of the capstone. “This must be the rays of Lucifer. Right?”
Gordon replied, “Right you are. Read on.”
“Wellington E. Webb, Mayor. Governor Roy R. Romer. Secretary of Transportation Federico Pena. The time capsule beneath this stone contains messages and memorabilia to the people of Colorado in 2094. Dedicated by The Most Worshipful Prince Hall, Grand Lodge, F & A.C. of Colorado and Jurisdiction, Claude W. Gray, Sr, Grand Master. OK, F & A.C. meaning Free and Accepted Masons. Right?”
“Right you are. Keep reading.” Gordon smiled broadly.
“And the Most Worshipful Grand Lodge of A.F. & A.C. of Colorado, Benjamin H. Bell, Jr., Grand Master. Wow, all the biggies in the Colorado Mason. Dedicated on March 19, 1994.”
Gordon couldn’t wait any longer. He leaned over and pointed to the last inscription on the stone. “New World Airport Commission Contributors and it goes on to list the companies involved in the building. But do you see inscribed right here in granite—New World Order Airport Commission. Now do you believe me?”
“Gordon, I never doubted what you were telling me was true. But I am quite impressed that it is written in stone, as they say. It certainly makes it official. We are standing on the New World Airport in Denver, Colorado. And it is also quite official that the Mason is involved in the New World Order in a big way. But to make it so public seems counter to all the secrets we are sworn to keep. It seems like the Masons are almost flaunting the involvement.”
Gordon took Aaron by the hand and led her deeper into the Hall. “Look at this mural. What do you see?”
“This one has three caskets with dead people in it. Kind of morbid to have in an airport isn’t it? And I see women in each casket. I would say that the black woman is obvious, and this one must be Jewish, and the other American Indian.” Aaron pointed to each casket.
“Then I see a city and a forest in ruins and a little girl holding some sort of tablet or something. I’m not sure of the significance of all this, but it seems strangely apocalyptic. What does it all mean, Gordon?”
“Let’s start with the little girl. She is holding in her hand a tablet, a Mayan Tablet that predicts the destruction of civilization, as we know it. The three caskets depict the deaths preceding the New World Order—death to women and death to religion.”
“How on earth did the city of Denver approve of such horrific murals in their airport?” Aaron asked.
“They really didn’t have anything to say about it. Freedom of speech; freedom of expression in art; all the freedom arguments allowed the Masons to influence all the murals you see. Here is another one.” They moved on to the next one.
“Oh, Gordon. How horrible. I can’t believe my eyes; a dark green giant monster wearing what looks like a gas mask, destroying a city. And what are these? It looks like women carrying dead babies. What sick person drew all these?”
“It doesn’t matter who drew them, Aaron. This is the future.”
“This is our future? This is what we have to look forward to?” Aaron cried out.
“Aaron, you don’t have to worry. You are not a woman, you are in the Mason Order, and you will be part of the New World Order. You are safe.”
They moved to the next mural, which depicted a boy dressed in German clothing. He seemed to be collecting weapons from all over the world then smashing them all with a huge iron fist. Then they moved on to another mural, which showed only mind-altering and poisonous plants and animals.
“These are all symbols of the Mason, aren’t they, Gordon?”
“Yes they are.”
Chapter Forty-Nine
After eating dinner at one of the small restaurants in the airport, Gordon and Aaron boarded their airplane for the last leg of their trip to Washington DC. When they flew into Denver they were virtually alone in First Class and when flying out were again alone.
Aaron broke the silence first. “Just how big is this underground city below the airport supposed to be?”
“No one outside the circle of secrecy knows for sure, but it is at least 8 levels deep. The size is rumored to be over 88 square miles. It is not just a small thing. This was built for a great reason. The reason is the takeover of the country and the protection of a few. I will fill you in on what to expect when the time comes.”
Gordon took Aaron’s hand. He squeezed it tightly and laid it back on Aaron’s lap. “This may be frightening to hear, but this is the plan. Not the future plan alone, but what is being planned and carried out as we speak.
“There are over 600 concentration camps in the United States, fully operational and ready to receive prisoners. These camps are to be operated by FEMA if Martial Law needs to be implemented in the United States.” Gordon stopped for Aaron’s reaction.
Aaron literally jumped out of her seat. “What?” Aaron screamed. “Are you completely nuts?”
The flight attendant came running over to Aaron. “Is everything all right, sir?” she asked. Aaron, flushed in the face, sat back down and told the flight attendant everything was fine.
“Gordon, why do we need 600 concentration camps if Martial Law is declared? And how can I believe you?”
“Let me continue. There is a little known program named Rex 84. The Rex 84 program was developed on the deceptive interpretation that if a mass exodus of illegal aliens crossed the Mexican/US border, they would be quickly rounded up and detained in detention centers or concentration camps. The program allowed military bases to be closed down and renovated into prisons.
“Two sub-plots were developed to the Rex 84 program. One is Operation Cable Splicer and the other Garden Plot. Garden Plot is the program to control the population. Cable Splicer is the program for an orderly takeover of the state and local governments by the Federal government. FEMA is the executive arm of the impending police state and will head up all the operations.”
Aaron slumped down into her seat. A puff of wind blew out of her mouth. “So much for the white hat agency. You know, Gordon, I am finding this very hard to believe. It seems very Star Wars to me.”
“These are all Executive Orders, Aaron. You can easily look all this stuff up. The main commonality each camp has is they are near railroad facilities and have established roads leading to and from the detention centers. Many have airports nearby. The majority of the camps house approximately 20,000 prisoners. There is a larger facility outside of Fairbanks, Alaska. That facility, posing as a massive mental health facility, can house up to 2 million people.”
As Gordon was about to continue Aaron interrupted him again. With teeth clenched and eyes ablaze, Aaron stared at Gordon.
“Are you telling me our government is going to round up its citizens and truck them into a facility where they will be housed as prisoners?”
Gordon looked very serious. “Yes, I am Aaron. There is a plan, no matter how bizarre it sounds, to do just that. But let me explain the process. The camps are scattered throughout the United States. You may have seen some if you have ventured to California in the last couple of years. The first thing you might notice are miles and miles of 20-foot fences with razor ribbon atop them. The razor wire frames are all slanted inward. They are to keep people from climbing out of the facility. You could drive around the fencing for miles and see nothing inside the wire. Somewhere in the center of the fencing, far from peering eyes, there will be a compound.”
Aaron sat straight up in her seat. She clamped her hand over her mouth. A mental picture popped into her head of her last trip through the San Fernando Valley. She had seen those miles of fences. She had thought they were strange to be out in the middle of rolling hills apparently protecting nothing but short brown grass.
“Gordon,” she mumbled through her hand. “Gordon, I have seen a camp. Is there one in the San Fernando Valley?”
“Yes, and also in Glendale and Palmdale. And most recently the government came up with quite a unique idea. Just last month, you may have noticed in the paper that a Japanese internment camp out in the middle of the desert of southern California was renovated into a museum. The newspaper said the camp was renovated into a museum with a price tag of over 5 million dollars.
“But we all know that is nothing but a front. That camp may look like a museum to uninformed citizens, but the government is not going to spend over 5 million dollars to spruce up an internment camp to celebrate the imprisonment of Japanese citizens in World War 2. They remodeled the camp and are planning to use it as they are going to use the other concentration camps around the country. But it looks good in the news, doesn’t it?”
Aaron stared at her lap. She was trying to understand, but denial was creeping into her every thought. This all sounds so crazy. Maybe Gordon was crazy. Maybe I am crazy. I know the world is crazy if this really happening.
“I almost hate to ask the question, Gordon, but who is going into these camps and why?”
“When the government takes over, there will be dissidents and resisters. The dissenters are the ones that will not go along with the New World Order. The resisters are gun owners who refuse to give up their weapons. The dissenters are Christians, Patriots, and Constitutionalists. They will be taken first and placed in the concentration camps.
“There is a facility in Indianapolis, Indiana that I have personally toured. It’s signed to make you believe it is an Amtrak Railcar Repair Facility. There are at least ten maintenance barns at this facility, covering 129 acres with two separate fences with the tops leaning inward. The windows of several buildings have been bricked up. There are 25-knot aviation windsocks and security is extremely high. There is a building where railroad boxcars can unload. The fence surrounding the building is marked Red slash Blue Zone.
“The tour guide told us this facility would become a death camp. They are only going to handle category one (Red) and two (Blue) people. The boxcar facility will be used for execution. Each barn is large enough to hold four boxcars in it. There are powered vents on the top of the barns to vent the gas out of the building after the boxcars have been fumigated. All of the buildings have newly installed six-inch gas pipes and furnaces installed.
“In 1994, FEMA allocated $6 million to make the walls and roofs of the buildings airtight. Under martial law, this facility could be immediately used as a termination gas chamber.”
Knowing the sensitivity of what he was telling Aaron, he stopped and took her hand in his. “I know this is all sounding pretty crazy and horrific, but it is all true. It is actually happening right beneath our noses. But remember, you have nothing to worry about. You stay with me and the Masons and you will be safe.”
Aaron put her head down on the table between the two First Class seats. She started weeping. Tears splashed down on the faux wood grain. Gordon put his hand on her back trying to comfort her. Her body racked with sobs heaving up and down. Then tears flowed and she couldn’t stop them.
Chapter Fifty
They were about an hour from their destination when Aaron got control of her tears. She got up and went into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. She took hard stiff paper towels and blotted her tear stained face. She looked at her miserable self in the mirror and thought she could start crying again, but there were no tears left.
She felt sick to her stomach and was unable to even touch the poached salmon served for their dinner. She used the toilet and returned to her seat. She was glad they were virtually alone and didn’t need to explain her sadness and tears to noisy neighbors.
“Gordon, is there any more? Is there any more horror you need to tell me about our future?”
“Is there anything you need clarified that I have talked about so far?” Gordon answered.
“Yes, a couple of things. First, did you know Professor Todd Williams well?”
“Yes, quite well. We worked together for years. Why do you ask?”
“Did you sponsor him into the Mason?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell him everything you told me?”
“Yes.”
“How did he take it? How did he take this news?”
“About as hard as you. Listen, Aaron, this isn’t something I am telling you to scare you. This is now. This is going on now. I don’t know when the moment will come, but we are safe. I am trying to impress upon you that we are safe in the Mason.”
“OK, we are safe, but what about the millions of others?”
“They will need to conform to the New World Order or be put to death. It is that simple. We will have one world religion and one world government just as has been planned for centuries.”
Aaron sat horrified. Conform or die. It is that simple.
“Gordon. Who picks the people for the Red and Blue lists? And who is going to pick these people up to take to death camps?”
“Our military along with the military of foreign countries will take over control. We will also have a lot of help from above.” Gordon pointed toward the roof of the airplane cabin.
“The declaration of martial law is something that will not happen overnight. As the course is set, before martial law is declared, the Red List people will be picked up and executed. The Blue List is also for execution, but at a later date—within six weeks of martial law declaration. When you get picked up on a Red pickup, they will take you from your home at night—probably around 4:00 a.m. You will be transported in a van and driven to a waiting helicopter where you will be loaded into a 64 passenger CH-47 Chinook helicopter—all black, unmarked, and illegally operating under the Treaty on Open Skies.
“You will then fly to one of 38 cities where you’ll board a 747, 737, or 727 and taken straight to a temporary detention facility. When you are on the Red List you will be taken to a Red Camp. There you will be executed.
“Sometime after the Red List people are executed, Martial Law will be declared. Under Martial Law, the right to a trial by jury is suspended along with all the other comforts of the Constitution. So instead of going to a judge, you go straight to jail for a limited time. It is at this point that the Blue List people will be picked up.”
“I don’t want to insult you, Gordon, but is there any proof that these Red and Blue Lists are every going to be made?”
“Aaron, these lists are already made. In June of 1996, an FBI agent got a hold of the Blue List from Region Three of the Federal Regional Councils. He found his own name on the list and those of several others he knew in Virginia. So not only do they exist, but people like this FBI agent has seen them.”
“Gordon, who will be involved with our military and pick up these citizens? Who could ever be so cruel? Who could ever be as evil as Hitler? That is what you are suggesting here—that we have death camps like the Nazis.”
Gordon explained, “The help from above will be from our God and his angels. Remember our discussion of the Sumerians and their Gods that flew from the heavens and returned at will? That God is the same today as it was then. We will have God coming from heaven bringing with Him angels. They will rule over all while the take-over happens. People will be powerless to fight them. They will rule the skies.
“The United States, the center of the New World Order, will wage war all over the globe. People from every country will hate us and wish us dead. Most of them do now. It can only get worse.
“A short answer to your question is the United Nations will take over our military. They already have 30 foreign military bases set up in the U.S. flying under the United Nations flag. They have over one million troops here now. More are on the way. Our troops will be disbursed all over the globe fighting wars for everyone else leaving our own citizens alone to be picked up by the United Nations soldiers who hate us.
“There are Russian and Eastern European troops in Fort Polk, Louisiana, German troops at Holloman Air Force Base in New Mexico, Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio, and Fort Hood, Texas. Chinese troops are at the Long Beach Naval Station in California. They are all here under the guise of joint training exercises. They are our soldiers for the New World Order.”
The seatbelt sign lit up and the pilot’s voice boomed over the intercom. “United Airlines would like to welcome you to your Nation’s Capital, Washington DC. We are in our final descent and should be arriving on the ground in about four minutes. The weather is a balmy 55 degrees. The time is 1:00 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time. We would like to thank you for flying United. Enjoy your stay.”
Aaron was wondering how she could ever enjoy anything ever again.
