The Power of Twelve (15 page)

“This is a holographic Akashic Record reader,” William the Pen stated proudly. “It was created just for me so that I could access the Akashic Records at will as part of my duties in transcribing official documents for The One and the dignitaries here on planet Naranjada.”

“It is such a lovely device,” interjected Lily. “The blue, almost turquoise color of the holographic images is mesmerizing.”

“And it is amazing how I seem to be looking at millions of images simultaneously without becoming confused,” chuckled Harold.

“Just wait. The reader is merely warming up. Once we request specific life histories, the images will sort themselves out with a clarity that is equal to viewing events in actual space and time,” William the Pen explained.

“Just one reminder to you all before we get started,” interrupted the Thirteenth Apostle. “This is a sacred device. Should it fall into the wrong hands, the results could be catastrophic. The reader contains all of the information in the actual Akashic Records. How this is possible I do not fully comprehend, but every event from the beginning of time as well as all future events until the end of time are contained in this device. The actual flow of the creative universes would be endangered if this information were used incorrectly. I have only arranged for access because of the immediate crisis being created by planet Earth 769 and because I know that for this special project only, The One would approve of my actions. Please promise me that you will not share your knowledge of the existence of the holographic Akashic Reader even with the other members of the Council of Twelve.”

“We promise,” Lily, Harold, and Karl all said at once.

Lily continued. “But please explain how the Akashic Records can contain all future information as well as past. I do not understand. If the Akashic Records contain everything that ever will happen, how it is possible for us or any beings to ever avert future calamities or alter the future in any way whatsoever.”

The Thirteenth Apostle held up his hands in a helpless shrug. “I do not fully understand how the Akashic Records work or how this can be. Perhaps William the Pen has a deeper understanding.”

“I am an expert on reading and interpreting the Akashic Records. I was trained directly by The One when he appointed me the official scribe for planet Naranjada,” William the Pen explained. “However, only The One truly understands how non-space space, non-time time, and non-future futures can coexist within the Akashic Records. The One has explained to me the nature of infinity and what infinity really means. Infinity within the Akashic Records implies that literally infinite worlds and universes and infinite futures exist. So when reading the Akashic Records, we are always tuning in to actual events. At the same time, the number of futures is so overwhelming that a normal being is unable to interpret which future is the one in which he or she actually exists or even the one that is being viewed. That is, the nature of infinity itself protects the gross misuse of the Akashic Records by unevolved beings. Such a being would never know the level of probability of whether the actual events of a particular life they are viewing are relevant to their own temporal existence or not.”

Lily sighed as she confessed, “I was never very good at math. I am afraid I do not really understand your explanation. For me the real question is: How can we alter the predicted destruction of planet Earth 769 and all the known universes if the future already exists?”

“The short answer is, we can alter the future because through our actions we are able to choose the specific timeline of events that we experience in these spirit bodies and with these molecules and atoms. At the same time, from the perspective of the infinite varieties of the evolution of the universe, there is a universe in which we are not even having this meeting and in which planet Earth 769 is in fact self-destructing in such a way that this and all known, and perhaps unknown, universes are also already destroyed, including, for all we know, perhaps the Akashic Records themselves.”

“Quite amazing,” laughed Harold. “Who could have ever imagined such a universe or such a possibility?”

“Obviously, The One could imagine it, since here we are. And let's not forget the reason we are here,” Karl spoke solemnly. “Enough about the theory of how the holographic Akashic Record Reader can
or cannot work; let's get down to the business at hand. Which human forms on planet Earth 769 are the most likely candidates to assist us in replacing the destructive negative thought forms of fear and greed with thoughts and actions of love and compassion?”

“Well stated,” the Thirteenth Apostle affirmed. “William the Pen, please focus on the individuals on Earth 769 who have the strongest connections with those of the Illuminati who are responsible for the negative thought forms.”

William the Pen pressed several buttons on the holographic Akashic Record reader, and soon it responded with flashing lights and a gentle murmur like the sound of a large cat purring contentedly.

The first image that appeared was that of a young boy suffering from meningitis. The boy was coughing and his mother was comforting him with ice packs and praying for his recovery. “Please, God, let my Horatio live. He is a good boy and he will be a credit to you and all mankind. Do not let him die,” she sobbed.

The next image was of the same boy Horatio playing stickball on a side street outside his working-class home near Chicago. He had recovered from his illness but was still on the scrawny side compared to his ball-playing friends. But because little Horatio had guts and determination and a fierce desire to compete, he was hitting the ball just as far as his stronger friends and running just as fast around the bases.

More images appeared. Horatio was in college playing intramural football. He was winning awards as the MVP of his college baseball team. He was going to law school; he was dropping out of law school. He was working for a local soft drink bottling company. He was hired by a larger company. He was relocated to California for his work, he was hired back by his firm in Chicago, and he was headhunted to run even larger companies until he eventually became the CEO of the Coca-Cola Bottling Company. He ran the company in a way that produced a level of profitability that was extraordinary, and he did it by using common sense and believing that everyone in his company, as well as his suppliers and customers, had to be treated with respect and honesty at all times. The final images were of Horatio retired and being sought out by business leaders and leaders of state throughout
the world to assist with global initiatives affecting hundreds of millions of people.

As the images faded from view, the Thirteenth Apostle started to explain. “You have just witnessed scenes from the life of Horatio Rhinegold. Horatio is now eighty but is still strong and vital. He was not born into the Illuminati, but through his achievements he has gained the trust of the most powerful members of the 319 families. I suggest you approach Horatio and see if he will allow you to utilize his form for our mission.”

“Seems like an excellent choice,” agreed Karl. “I am comfortable with this human and I am sure I can convince him that the higher good requires him to collaborate with us. He has a strong sense of ethics and morals and will immediately resonate not just with our mission, but also with the specific benefits of assisting the Illuminati to focus on love and compassion.”

“So be it,” confirmed the Thirteenth Apostle. “But before you leave for planet Earth 769, you must know the selections made by Lily and Harold.”

The Thirteenth Apostle turned toward William the Pen, and once again buttons were pushed and lights flashed, the loud purring began and images started to appear.

The first images were of a beautiful baby born to parents in Prague. The baby quickly became a happy child full of energy and smiles. They saw images of the child playing at a country estate outside of Prague, enjoying nature, laughing with the butterflies, chasing birds and squirrels, and picking flowers. These were replaced by images of a slightly older girl, now with long willowy blonde hair and crystalblue eyes, playing tea with her friends, making sure that the tea set was perfectly arranged with every detail in place in perfect symmetry and harmony. The young girl grew into a woman even more beautiful, with a soft sensuality that attracted the attention of many suitors. But the young woman was focused on building a career and developing her individual autonomy and sense of power and self-reliance, and she was not interested in long-term suitors. She became an expert in real estate, especially in the restoration of historic buildings in central Prague. She made money, purchased beautiful clothes, and
lived with a personal ease and satisfaction that fed her need for aesthetic beauty in all aspects of her life.

Images of a great, yet almost in ruins, estate appeared. The Chateau was an hour outside of Prague and would require enormous resources. Loans were negotiated, contractors were hired, and a dark-haired older man from a distant land appeared. The Chateau was transformed. Guests appeared. The young woman and the older man were married. They had a daughter. They used their Chateau to host notables from throughout the world. Many members of the Illuminati were among their guests and increasingly in their network of friends.

As the images started to fade, the Thirteenth Apostle remarked, “This is the life of Inéz Cusumano, the wife of Jim Cusumano and the owner of Chateau Mcely.”

“I see why William the Pen has shown me these images,” Lily said. “I identify with her sense of beauty and her commitment to preserving beauty in all aspects of her life. I am sure we will be able to happily cohabitate in her human form and collaborate to overcome the negative thoughts of the Illuminati.”

“I am glad you concur with the choice of Inéz Cusumano for your walk-in on Earth 769,” commented a pleased Thirteenth Apostle. “Now let's see who William the Pen has selected for Harold's mission.”

Once again the lights flashed and the purring hum began. Images appeared of a ranch in Texas, a university with Gothic buildings, a pilot flying a military aircraft, a young man in an inebriated state being pulled over by state troopers for driving under the influence, many parties with many different young women, a more sober, slightly older version of the young man now attending baseball games in the stands as co-owner of a major sports team, then images of the White House and then of an election, of a man reading to small children being pulled away by Secret Service agents and shuttled to a bunker surrounded by security of all types, of many addresses to the nation, of appearances on naval ships and camps throughout the world, and finally of a man out hunting rabbits in a meadow in Texas.

Do you believe that George W. Bush or any American official had advanced knowledge of the terrorist attacks that occurred on September 11, 2001?

“You have just witnessed scenes from the life of George W. Bush, son of President George H. W. Bush and, like his father, former
president of the United States,” the Thirteenth Apostle explained. “He was born into the Illuminati but was always a reluctant participant in the events that shaped his era. I believe that he will cooperate with you, Harold, and his access to other members of the Illuminati will be invaluable.”

Harold laughed out loud. “I have never paid much attention to the events on planet Earth 769, but I would often eavesdrop, so to speak, on some of George Bush's speeches. He always made me laugh. He seemed to be such a buffoon. Hopefully, I will be able to laugh with him and not at him as I have until now. I am sure we will not only be effective in changing the negative thoughts of the Illuminati, but that we will have some laughs along the way.”

“Then it is settled, but this is no laughing matter. By taking on this mission, you are each putting your life in danger. Should you fail and Earth 769 be destroyed while you are on the planet, you will not be able to reincarnate on Naranjada,” the Thirteenth Apostle warned. “May you each have success in your mission, and may we reunite here again in less than ninety days, knowing that the future of the known and unknown universes is once again secure.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

SKULL AND BONES

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HEN GEORGE W. BUSH attended Yale University, he often wondered why he had even bothered to matriculate. He had no interest in books and rarely followed the intellectual conversations of his classmates or instructors. He was mostly bored and wishing he had been allowed to attend one of the Texas state universities. At least those schools had girls and people knew how to party. Yale was not only an all-male school at the time, but a school that focused on academics and took the “training of future leaders of America” a little too seriously for George's taste. Plus, he could not always escape the eight a.m. classes, and George was not a morning person.

The one bright spot for George had been Skull and Bones. Skull and Bones was a secret society that had its own unique rituals. Only the elite of the student body were “tapped” to join, and it was impossible to even be nominated. George never understood the criteria used to select new members, but he had been told by his father, who had also been a member, that as a legacy he would automatically be tapped. Since his legacy status had gotten George accepted at Yale in the first place, it did not seem odd to him that he would be selected to join Skull and Bones as well.

George never forgot the day that he was tapped. It was a cold November day, his freshman year. He had enjoyed the early fall weather of September and October, gone on a few road trips to nearby women's colleges, including Vassar, Smith, and Mount Holyoke, and survived the midterms for his gut courses. He started walking back to his dorm room on the Old Campus from his last afternoon class, having been lost during a discussion of William Faulkner's
Absalom, Absalom!
As he pulled his coat around him, he groaned, “Oh, great, now it's not even light anymore when that damn English class ends. Cold and dreary. That's New Haven for you.” All of a sudden he was tackled and pushed to the ground by three upperclassmen he had never seen before. The three had timed their charge so George was thrown into a bush next to the stone path that bisected the Old Campus.