The Last Invasion
Chapter Fifteen
That evening when they dropped Martin off the wind was up and it was getting cold. He wondered if it would snow. He had chopped plenty of wood and it was piled up on the porch but if it got too cold, they would have to stay in the living room next to the fire all the time. It would be cold going outside to the latrine, that was for sure. This was really difficult in every way and he yearned for the old days even though he had seldom appreciated them back then. He put two more logs on the fire and got out his RV manual to look over once again by the light of the lantern. Laura was back in the bedroom digging through her cloths and bedding looking for something warm. It felt as if the temperature was plunging.
Martin thought about Grace and the group-home and wondered how they were. How were they doing in this terrible cold? He hoped Director Simmons had thought to include some catalytic heaters in his emergency supplies. He decided to go into the kitchen and try to RV 4579 for Courtney. He wanted to get started on it as soon as possible. He knew it was very important and was interested to see what he might come up with. He was suppose to go over to Courtney’s a little earlier this evening so he could find out about one of the drop-off points. Martin looked at his pocket watch. It said 6:10P.M.
It was freezing cold in the kitchen and he had to have one glove off in order to hold the pen but it wasn’t too bad. He tried a pass at the coordinates and came up with red, yellow, people, loud, shouting, crowd, high energetics and conflict. His final sketch was two sets of parallel slanted lines leaning in toward the center from opposite sides of the page. It looked like it could be mountains except the parallel lines were open at the top and not touching. He had remembered to tape the session but it certainly made no sense at all to him. The manual had instructed him that this type of RV work required several passes and he was getting very cold so he decided to call it quits and head on over to Courtney’s.
Laura had pulled out extra covers for their sleeping bags and looked like she was ready to lay down and go to sleep so he grabbed a carrot to munch on as he walked. Not much of a supper but it would have to do right now. He kissed Laura goodbye and opened the door. It was an ice blizzard. He was determined to go anyway and went ahead. He walked down his gravel driveway but when he stepped onto the concrete sidewalk both feet instantly went straight out from under him and he landed with full force on the back of his head. He must have been knocked out. When he came to, he was covered with snow and ice. He was chilled to the bone. He got himself up, brushed off and stumbled back to his door. It was hard to get inside because the snow and ice had already piled up and even frozen the door shut. His head was throbbing. Laura must have heard him making a commotion because she immediately got up to help him inside.
“Oh Marty, I had no idea it was snowing. Are you okay? I had fallen asleep.”
“It’s not just snow. I slipped on the ice and knocked myself out for awhile. I wonder how long I was laying out there?”
“Oh my God, I had no idea you were just laying out there. I thought you had gone to Courtney’s!”
“Oh, I intended to.” Martin looked at his watch. It said 8:00P.M. “Well, I guess I was laying out there about 45 minutes. Well, I missed him tonight.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry you hurt yourself. Is your head okay?”
“Well, it sure hurts where I hit it.” He rubbed his scalp. “Ouch. No blood though. That knocked me cold. I have one hell of a headache.” A forgotten memory flashed through his mind. He remembered when he was a kid playing cowboys and Indians and the little girl, playing the Indian, had shot him dead. When he started to get up she yelled, “No! You’re suppose to be dead!” and came down on the top of his head with the barrels of two toy pistols. Oh, that one hurt. Not as bad as this one though.
“Well, it looks like we are being snowed in. I wonder what that will mean for work tomorrow.”
“We don’t have much of a choice. They should realize that. I guess we are going to find out how severe they really are.”
Laura fixed them both a cup of hot tea and they sat by the fire. At curfew time the horn sounded and a few minutes later they heard a speaker blaring down the street. Martin looked out the front window. It was a snow mobile with a cadre holding a battery powered megaphone. “Tomorrow stay in your homes. No work can be done.” He kept repeating this over and over again as he proceeded down the street.
“Well,” said Martin, “there’s our answer. We are snowed in. To tell you the truth I am thankful. Now if we can only stay warm and not freeze our asses when we go to the latrine, we’ll have a day, or two off hopefully.”
“Well that’s good news and I’m sure we’ll stay nice and warm. How long has it been since we had a whole day off?
“Too long to remember,” said Martin. “At least we don’t have to worry about the electricity going out.”
Laura laughed, “nope, that’s not a problem, but we might freeze.”
“We’ll just bundle up and keep the fire going strong. We’ll be okay.”
“Oh yeah.”
Martin and Laura sat embraced together by the fire and soon both felt quite sleepy so they got put some logs on the fire and got into their sleeping bags.
“I hope I didn’t get a concussion,” said Martin. “You aren’t suppose to go to sleep for twenty four hours after getting a concussion.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Oh, the doctor told my mother that when I was a kid and got hit in the head by a little girl with two toy guns.”
“Now you’ve got me worried.”
“I wish I hadn’t mentioned it.”
“No, I’m glad you did. I tell you what. I know you are going to go to sleep but I will set the alarm and check on you in four hours to be sure you’re okay.”
“Well, I guess so. Of course, what would you do if you can’t wake me up?”
“You have a point there. Now you are really scaring me.”
“I’m sorry. I tell you what, just forget setting the alarm and let’s both just go to sleep. My head is feeling a little better. I wish I wasn’t so damned tired, I’d stay up a few hours.”
“Maybe you should. Look, I’ll make some strong coffee.”
“Okay. I think I should wait a few hours before sleeping just in case and I can practice my Remote Viewing while you sleep.”
“Maybe that’s what you should do.”
“Okay, I will.”
Martin got up and kissed his wife. “So, go on to sleep, I’ll make the coffee and do fine.
“That’s sweet of you. If you need me wake me up.”
“Okay. Don’t worry. I’m up. This RV has me very excited.”
“See you in the morning then.”
“Goodnight my sweet.”
“Goodnight. Be better.”
Martin lit the lantern and moved into the kitchen to work on the kitchen table. The house had heated a little so he wasn’t quite as cold as before but still had to work with his heavy coat on. He remembered that he hadn’t meditated so he took twenty minutes and did TM. Then he went back to work on 4579. He kept getting people. Lot of people. Crowds of people and turmoil even conflict. He did another drawing. This one was more detailed than the first. The two rows of parallel lines were now sticks being wielded by two different groups of people. What were they doing? The color red was prominent and yellow also kept showing up. He tried zeroing in on the people. They seemed to be all different classes of people but mostly poor. He reiterated the coordinates... 4579 and quickly drew the squiggly line. It was jagged. Energetics, he thought. Then as he proceeded further, death was there. Not just a death but many deaths. As he worked he grew sleepier and sleepier. Finally he thought, I’ll just lay my head down here on the table for a moment to rest my eyes.
He had a throbbing headache. He was flying. Underneath him were gravesites. They weren’t crosses but crypts and head stones with foreign writing, many with paper flowers and wreathes and prayer wheels. He came down closer and saw boxes and urns with burning incense. Ashes, he thought. Somewhere, wind chimes were tinkling irregularly in the breeze. He saw a large paper fluttering in the wind and went over to it. It had some writing on it and he wanted to see what it said. He could barely make it out because the wind kept blowing the paper. Finally, he saw that it said Quingming Jie. What’s that? He flew on. He saw a parade ground with thousands upon thousands of Red Chinese troops marching in powder blue uniforms, each with a bright Red Star on his cap. As they marched in very formal military fashion, they began to fade. He could see right through them. Then they faded to where he could barely make them out and then they were no more. They had faded away but he could still hear their footsteps. He heard the wails of women and saw fires, when he got closer he could see that many cremation ceremonies were taking place. He didn’t like this place so he zoomed away. He was up in the sky. He saw a flight of Red Spheres coming from the east. They looked like basketballs moving in formation. Out of the west, blue basketballs came toward the red ones. Then a beam shot out from the leading blue basketball and hit a red basketball. It disintegrated. What followed was the most frightening and loudest air battle he could ever imagine. The spheres all unfolded into stars. Red and Blue stars. They easily disintegrated each other with frightening thunderous explosions. He couldn’t flee that terrible battle fast enough. Behind him, they all destroyed each other. All destroyed. Then a small fleet of silver stars glinting in the setting sun flew slowly over his head toward the west.
Who are they?
On and on he flew away from the terrible air battle. He looked down and saw a huge lake. The waves were rolling. For a second the lake looked like Grace’s face and then was back to rolling waves. As he headed toward the mountains, he heard Grace’s voice far away, “thank you Martin, thank you Martin.” He saw Chicago before its destruction. He was so glad to see it unharmed. He looked and saw an elevated train. He went down to it and took hold of some hand rails on the side just as it entered a dark tunnel. Then he was crawling through a narrow cave holding a lantern to see the way. It had very little light, only enough to see immediately in front. A surprised spider scampered away. Then, everything started to fade. Darkness closed in. He strained to see but it was getting darker and darker. Then, suddenly he was flying again. The sun was bright. The sky was deep blue. In the distance he saw someone else. Another person flying. He edged toward the figure and met it. It was Courtney! “Oh, hello Courtney, I tried to make it to your house tonight but the snow and ice...”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry about it. Do you have anything for me?”
“Yes, I have the whole thing but I don’t understand it, maybe you can.” Martin reached into his pocket and pulled out the little tape. “Here,” he said handing it to Courtney who was now flying along beside him.
“Thank you, Martin. Let’s listen to it right now.”
Courtney played it while the two flew along beside each other and Martin heard himself as he had recorded the 4579 coordinates and then he was surprised to hear himself describing his dream that was taking place. He described the entire dream in detail up till that very moment. “That’s the whole thing, Courtney. That’s it.”
“Do you understand it now?”
“Yes, Courtney, I think I do. There is a conflict going on in China. There are two political factions that have been fighting it out. One of then is the Red Star hard-liners that invaded the United States, the other are the majority of the people who do not want war and conflict.”
“That seems accurate.”
“It’s all about the use of the new technology. The hard-liners want it for military power and the other faction wants it for the benefit of the world and world peace.”
“What else do you pick up?”
“There is a problem. The Red Star Chinese are dying. I still don’t know why... but they are. They are sure to die and fade away. The invasion is broken. They cannot continue. For some reason they are dying and will all be dead soon. Maybe its... a plague or something. A disease? Anyhow, things have changed. The hard-liners have lost and the entire Chinese power structure is changing. Chairman Wu has undergone some kind of shock that has made him reevaluate everything. He is resigning. A well known young student is taking his place. The student is popular with the Chinese people and wants China to be a world leader but not a militaristic force. He wants world peace, Courtney. And the Chinese people want world peace. They regret what the Red Star group has done and desire to make great restitution. They will give away all their high technology to the entire world. People are weeping and begging America to forgive them. They know they can never replace what is lost but they want to give us all their high technology to begin our healing process and they desire the reconciliation of our relationship with them. Courtney, I have never felt such a strong feeling. The Chinese people want our U.S. Constitution restored. Many of the brightest among them have studied it for decades and decades and consider its basic tenets to be the soundest documents ever written on the planet. They wish to adopt its principles themselves combined with the best of their centuries of wisdom. They are in mourning for all the deaths that the Red Star group caused in the invasion. I tell you Courtney, there has never in the history of the world been such regret and mourning of one nation for another. They are literally heart broken and blame themselves for allowing bullies to take power in their country. They want to immediately neutralize all thermonuclear weapons unilaterally and vow never again to go down the path of war. Courtney, this is a catharsis like the world has never seen! The Chinese Americas are rejoicing and weeping. The whole world is flabbergasted. The Arabs are beside themselves and wish to follow in the footsteps of the Chinese turnabout. Israel also. Russia too. Courtney this is unprecedented in history. All the peoples of the earth are fed up with war and their military organizations. They no longer will support them. They vow to disband them forever and turn all military endeavors toward establishing real and lasting world peace. People are engulfed in something never before experienced. They see human beings becoming the deciders of their own destiny. They see an entirely new paradigm blossoming on planet earth. They see the planet herself rejoicing and they are rejoicing with her. A huge sigh of relief is ascending. They see a world full of sharp brilliant minds no longer suppressed but free to create things beyond man’s imagination. They see contact with extraterrestrial life and they see themselves joining with them as brothers and sisters to explore all the realms of time and space. They see no more poverty, no more crime, no more deceptions, no more suspicion, no more hatred, no more injustice, no more religious bigotry, no more racism. They see a vision of true oneness and interconnectivity. They see crystal pure water and pure restored oceans. They see no more poisons and no more radiation. They see acres of fruit trees, vegetable gardens everywhere. They see unlimited free energy for all. They see incredible new sciences. They see a renaissance of invention, science, art, music, theater, film. They see centers of healing, for meditation, for body, mind and spirit and they see life... everywhere. They see a world where nothing is impossible.
“That’s all very well and good, Martin, but... who’s going to clean all those toilets?”
“Oh Courtney... I volunteer.”
“Me too,” said Grace.
“I’ll clean the cat boxes and wash all the clothes,” said Laura.
Martin felt someone tugging on his arm. Someone was speaking but he couldn’t understand. His head was throbbing. He was cold.
“Oh Marty, that’s it... that’s it... you are finally starting to wake up. Come-on wake up.” He could feel Laura shaking him. He wanted to drift back into sleep but she was so insistent. “Please, please wake up.” She was crying.
Why is she crying? he thought. Then he began to remember last night. I went to sleep... she must have had trouble waking me up and is scared and worried because of that bump to my head. “Okay, okay,” he said, “I’m coming around.”
“Oh, thank God, thank God.”
“I was asleep. Is it morning?”
“Martin, I’ve been trying to wake you up for two hours. It’s almost noon. I was so scared, so scared.”
“Oh... I’m sorry. I was really in deep sleep maybe because of that fall.”
“That’s what had me scared. Oh, it is so good to see you waking up. You have no idea.”
“I understand. You thought you might have a comatose spouse on your hands. Yeah, that’s plenty scary. I didn’t know a thing until just now. Well... there were some mighty funny dreams, I’ll admit.”
“I’ll bet. Oh, I am so glad you are awake. I was just about ready to run out into the snow and start screaming.”
“I’m really glad you didn’t do that.”
“Me too. I would’ve probably gotten us both killed.”
“That’s certainly possible knowing how severe our new masters are. They don’t tolerate any kind of excuse for not being up and ready to obey, even if you’re in a coma. No excuse—a useless slacker, a non-producer.”
“But, I can see that you’re going to be okay now. I need to go into the living room and sit down. The terror has exhausted me.”
“So, is it still snowing?”
“Yeah it is and not only that but we had a mega-ice storm last night. Everything is frozen solid including the latrine. It’s going to be stinky when it thaws out.”
“So what, at least I didn’t go completely comatose and we are here together on a day off. That’s something to be very thankful for.”
“And I am, believe me. It was a close one though.”
“Laura, love of my life, it may have been a close one but I want to tell you something, and I was never more sure of anything in my life, everything is going to be okay, you’ll see.”
Martin’s headache finally began to subside and he just sat by the fire with Laura who often snoozed. He thought about Courtney. He’d make his way to him through the snow as soon as he could.
That evening, he made another pass at 4579 and it was confirmation of what he had already learned. Now, it seemed so clear. If he was full of AOL on this one, he was now fully hooked into a rabbit-trail delusion, wishful thinking maybe, but he didn’t really think so. Courtney would know right away. He now practically understood what Courtney had meant about RV being a team effort. Indeed it was and that was very necessary. No lonesome cowboys in RV. He was growing more and more anxious by the minute to go over to his new friend’s house. When he looked outside though, it was still snowing and looked like Antarctica on the Missouri. He didn’t ever remember having such an ice storm and huge snow while they had been in this house. It certainly had them immobilized in their living room but they both sure needed the rest.
In the afternoon, he took a nap next to the fire but woke up after a couple of hours. He meditated but just didn’t feel like doing any more RV at the moment. He did meditate and sang for awhile
. The next morning they were still snowed in but the storm had broken and by midmorning the sun was shining. He wondered if he would be able to plow himself thorough the snow and make it to Courtney’s without busting his skull again.
“Don’t try to go yet,” Laura said, “we might have another storm and I really don’t want us to become totally separated.”
“Okay,” he said.
In the evening the snowmobile with the cadre came by announcing that work would be cancelled the following day also.
Chapter Sixteen
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