A Novella: A Memoir of a Mind Deprogrammer and Journey into Satan’s’ Children
Chapter 1
"You are going deeper and deeper into your mind. What do you see?" Asked Frisco Mealer.
"I see a pyramid -no, I see three pyramids." replied Cathy Bloose.
"Where are they?
"They are underground in the desert."
"Where are you in the pyramid?"
"I'm in the middle."
"Good, can you see who is at the top?"
"No I can't, I think he is here."
"Who?"
"The guardian, he’s looking at me with an evil scowl."
"Rest...relax... and go deeper and deeper into your mind where the guardian is asleep."
Outside in the dark night the wind howled and thunder broke across the sky with a vengeance and evil wicked bright lightening flashed across the sky.
Frisco Mealer's house was a two bed room terrace and they were now in the sitting room, with Cathy slumped in an old armchair that looked like it had seen better days.
Cathy moaned and moved restlessly in her chair.
"Here drink this," Frisco said handing her a glass of water which contained a very strong sedative.
Cathy took a sip and her muscles instantly went limp, Frisco was just fast enough to catch the glass before it slipped out of her hands, he placed it next to his chair.
They had been in the room trying to break the control the cult had programmed into Cathy for several hours and now both were very tired.
Although they both wanted to stop, Frisco was curious as he looked at the lithe blonde haired beauty in front of him and that was one thing he was in doubt about she was stunningly attractive
Like so many of Satan’s children Frisco thought.
"Why did they choose you?" he asked, trying to get a better understanding of how the cult worked.
"The 'silver cord'" she replied in her hypnotized delirious voice."
"What’s the silver cord?"
"The silver chord represents the blood line of generational Satanists."
"Hmm...Now I'm beginning to understand."
"How many generations has your family been in the cult?"
"I'm not sure but it’s at least been five generations, some families go all the way back to ancient Egypt but our family only goes back to the seventeen century."
Cathy slowly started to awake from her hypnosis session.
"So, what did I say? Can you cure me?"
"I've rescued people from cults before but I've never come across programming so intensive and so deeply embedded, I'm not sure is the honest answer, but I promise you I will give it my best shot."
Cathy opened her eyes, hope clearly discernible in her face. She remembered how she had seen a newspaper story of Frisco Mealer 'the man who had freed dozens from cults' and she knew there and then that she had to try, I have suffered all my life but I will be free -free at last she thought.
"I've noticed the butterfly tattoo on your wrist, does that have any special significance?" asked Frisco.
"It is the sign of the enlightened, its represents the monarch butterfly which passes information to its offspring though its genes, in other words gene memory. There’s two things that the elders pass to their offspring, these are, a high intelligence and the ability to dissociate which is only possible with a high IQ."
"Do you have any other tattoos?" asked Frisco.
Cathy nodded. "Can I see it?" She nodded again hesitantly and held out her left wrist and pulled back her sleeve top. An upside down cross coloured in back ink stared back at him.
"So how long have you been in the cult and how do you get to be a member?"
"I been in it a life time, and it is almost impossible to get into the cult if you were not born into it. When the empires of ancient Egypt fell, the priests continued with their religion in secrecy. Recruiting the best and the brightest to further their ends."
"What is their ultimate aim?"
"To have a one world government where the anti-Christ is worshipped as the 'proper' God. They believe the God of the bible is sexist, racist and homophobic, whereas Lucifer who they also call 'the light bearer' is the 'good' God as he gave humans knowledge and made them like gods-knowing the difference between good and evil."
"You mean the apple in the garden of Eden?"
"No one really knows if it was just an apple that was 'poisoned' or if it was something else like 'sex' that Adam and Eve partook of with Satan."
"I read something about that in a book which also mentioned 'the holy grail'."
"They copy and corrupt all that is good for instance the Holy Grail is not an actual chalice but the blood line of Christ, and only someone of the holy blood line can defeat the bloodline of the anti-Christ.
"This is getting heavy, I think we to take a break for today and do some more tomorrow, hey, also I nearly forgot, you're going to have to give me your mobile phone. In case the cult tries to contact you with it."
"Ok, no problem." said Cathy pulling her mobile out of her jeans pocket and handing it to Frisco.
"Ok its 8 o'clock." Said Frisco looking at the clock on the wall. "Let’s call it a day for now and start again tomorrow."
Chapter 2
Cathy dreamt, 'The punisher' was there with a black glove on his left hand. He flexed the gloved hand in front of her slowly. "You been a bad girl." he said. Fear ran up Cathy's spine and she started to shake.
"I'm sorry; please I won't do it again."
"We need you to come back to the cult, get up, put your clothes on and come back." Just then Cathy's ' protective alter took over. "Leave her alone. We don't want any part in your evil cult!"
"Don't you remember the training? Surely you haven't forgotten?"
The protective alter slipped away and she was a little girl again. "Please don't hurt me MR, I won't be a bad girl, I will do whatever you say."
"Get up! Get your coat and come back to us now!"
Cathy awoke, she had been sleeping in the bed of Frisco Mealer, and she went downstairs and grabbed her coat from the banister and saw Frisco had slept on the sofa. She was as quiets as she could be-moving carefully-and slowly, Frisco moved in his sleep and she froze and then he fell to drowsing again.
She made it to the front U.P.V.C. door and saw it was locked. Crap how do I get out!?
She went back to the sitting room and saw Frisco's coat on the floor by the sofa. She stretched out her arm to get it and in the next instant she felt a very tight grip on her forearm-Frisco had woken up and grabbed her arm.
Cathy’s child alter came to the fore, "I'm sorry MR, I didn't mean to wake you or steal your door key."
Frisco relaxed his grip slightly, "Its ok Cathy, your safe here, you have nothing to fear." Then he saw her close her eyes for 5 seconds and the adult Cathy was back.
"Frisco the programming is so storing, I sometimes don't know what at I'm doing."
"I been deprogramming people from cults for over twenty years, if anyone can help you I can." He paused took a deep breath and continued, “although I never seen anything this severe before.
"When I sleep, my guard comes down and the programming takes over."
"Hmm...We need to be more careful from now on when you’re asleep even if that means me staying awake and watching over you."
"I don’t ever want to go back to ‘my family’.” Said Cathy with conviction.
"And you won't have to, not as long as I'm alive to help you."
"Thank you; I don't know how I can ever repay you."
"You don't have to thank me." said Frisco thinking of his younger brother who had been seduced by a cult many years previously. That bastard cult took my brothers life he thought.
"Have some breakfast and we will get back to deprogramming a little later...say this afternoon."
"Thank you I will fix some toast, eggs and tea for our breakfast."
"Great, you do that, whilst I do a bit more research on the internet specifically about your cult, what’s it’s called... the brotherhood. Or something?"
"It’s' called 'the brother hood of the dark soul'," replied Cathy with a shudder.
After breakfast they sat and talked about their lives.
"I remember when I was eight years old; I was lowered into a snake pit."
"Why did they do that?"
"It was one of the tests-we in the cult-have to go through to test our metal and make us stronger."
"Sounds horrific."
"It was terrifying! I don't know how I survived, but when I was ten I went through a test which was even more terrifying."
"What happened?"
"We were taken to the Australian outback and to a large pool filled with crocodiles, and told to jump in." She shuddered again. "I had only known Timmy for a few weeks but he was killed in front of me. He had refused to jump in as he was fearful for his life. He took one bullet to head and was dumped into the pool in front of me,” Tears came to her eyes. "I think I was only ten years old. Then it was my turn and I jumped in. None of the crocodiles attacked me; because of something I didn't know at the time which was the crocs had been well fed just before we got there."
She shuddered again, "I was praised for my obedience and lifted high on my father’s shoulders, and he carried me on his shoulders as a reward for most of the day."
"I can't say how sorry I am that you as a little girl had to endure so much that would even make grown adult shake with fear.
Frisco got up, "Want a drink of tea?" he asked.
"Yer sure," she replied.
As Frisco went into the kitchen Cathy's eyes glazed over and without knowing or thinking about what she was doing she quickly lifted her mobile phone from Frisco's coat pocket.
After both of them had drunk their tea, Frisco said "Let’s get to deprogramming you Cathy."
"Ok let’s do this!" she said enthusiastically.
After a few minutes, Frisco had Cathy in a deep hypnotic trance.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"I'm in dark cavern, the roof is so high it’s shrouded in darkness and I can't see it, there’s ancient fire torches burning slowly and lighting my way. I have a silver cord protruding from my belly and I can feel a pulling sensation."
"Where is the cord taking you?"
"I don't know...No Wait...I'm entering an even larger cavern and I can see a large pool of red fiery molten lava in front of me...Oh my God...In the lava is a giant being. A fiery red Demi God! He's calling me beckoning with his hand. His voice is so loud and frightening.
"You belong to me Cathy my daughter."
"Wait...He’s changing, oh no!..no!..No! Ahhhahahi!!"
Cathy awoke extremely groggily and in a deep sweat.
"What did you see Cathy?" asked Frisco.
Cathy gulped on a lungful of air and Frisco passed her a glass of water. She drank it thirstily.
"I saw…I saw myself but it wasn't myself, it was all my alters, their faces bubbling out of his giant body."
"How many did you see Cathy?"
"At least twenty."
"This is going to be a lot tougher then I thought," said Frisco his brows knitted in concern and a bead of sweat appeared on his temple.
"Ok Cathy lets take an hour break before we get started again."
"Fine by me, Frisco," she replied.
"Frisco took a shower and Cathy sat back and watched the TV. An hour later they were both rested.
Frisco pulled out a pad and pen form his rucksack and gave it to Cathy.
"I want you to draw your family, by that I mean all your alters and how high up in the command chain they go."
"Ok will do my best."
"I will leave you to it, I'm going to go and do more research on line."
Frisco went in the next room with his lap top, leaving Cathy to draw her family.
Cathy concentrated as hard as she could trying to remember each alter, there was the little eight year old girl who was extremely obedient and would do anything that she was asked, then there was the protector who ranked fairly high and would try to protect Cathy from others. There was also the guardian who protected all the other alters. The next one which came to mind was the 'punisher' who punished her if she broke out of he cult programming, all the other alters were varieties of these core alters.
She was deep in thought when Frisco popped his head round the door, "I'm just going to the local shop to get a few items that we need."
"Ok, no problem I will wait here."
Frisco left, about five minutes later her mobile rang. She answered it.
"Manakin."
One simple word which sent Cathy into a very deep trance and the guardian took over.
We are outside in a black BMW, come to us Cathy.
Cathy dazed and in a trance exited the house and the door to new plush BMW opened, she got in. A man dressed in a black suite moved what looked like a scanning machine over her lower leg. There was a beep.
"It's her," he said, as he read the scanning machines lcd screen. "Its says, Cathy Beloose."
"Ok let’s go." The car drove away.
When Frisco Mealer came back the only thing he would find was his front door open and no sign of Cathy.
Chapter 3
Frisco was twenty his younger brother Tommy was eighteen.
"Can't you see why mum and dad are worried about you?!"
"They got nothing to worry about its not as if I'm going to become a raving brainwashed terrorist or anything."
"All you ever talk about is Babbo G, and how he is a great leader and how he’s enlightening you."
"You have to experience it to believe it." replied Tommy, "He's turned my life around, every day I'm becoming more and more enlightened."
"More like you getting sucked deeper and deeper into this evil cult."
"It's not evil! And it’s not a cult!"
"You’re brain washed, can’t you see it?"
"The only thing I can see is that my brother who I love more then anything is now questioning the only thing that gives me peace of mind and serenity. I am not in a cult and I am not brainwashed."
Chapter
Chapter 4
As Cathy got into the car she felt an injection from a needle into her arm, what was in the injection she could only assume was a very strong sedative as she fell to drowsing straight away and was knocked out for the next several hours -the car drove throughout the night-taking Cathy somewhere that she didn’t a have a clue about.
When they arrived at their destination, she saw it was a large mansion set in the countryside away from anyone or any other houses. As Cathy started to come more awake she saw there were two other people in the car, a man in the driver’s seat about six foot tall with shoulder length blond hair and a smart black suite. And a woman about 5 foot 6 also with blond hair. The woman turned to Cathy.
“Manakin child” she said and Cathy instantly regressed to her child alter,
“Sweet? Mummy can I have a sweet?”
“Get out the car child and come into your home and I will give you a sweet.”
“Thank-you mummy.”
Cathy exited the car and walked up the path to the house, the door was opened by the man in the black suite. Cathy walked into the front room, the wallpaper was pure black and placed on each of the four walls was an upside down crucifix. Cathy sat down on a sofa.
“Now Cathy, tell me everything you’re done since you went missing from the ‘family’. The man in the suite said “Manakin reporter-please report-now.”
Cathy’s reporting alter came to the fore, and she relayed how she had contacted Frisco because she wanted out of the cult.
“You’ve been a bad girl, trying to run away from your family.”
Cathy closed her eyes for about three seconds and then opened them again-the child alter-had taken over again.
“Sorry daddy, I’m very sorry daddy, I won’t do it again, please don’t be mad.”
The man in the black suite took out a right hand glove out of his trouser pocket and put it on. The sight of it sent Cathy into a fear stricken mood.
“Please daddy….I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”
“You got to be punished for your crime of trying to leave your family.”
“I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“First thing to do is to make the ‘impure’ ‘pure’ by eating.” The blond woman had gone to the kitchen and now came back with a bowl of what looked like yellow custard.”
“Eat.” Said the man as the woman handed the bowl to Cathy. Cathy found she was all of a sudden ravenous for food, and took a big scoop of the yellow custard with a spoon. She noticed, underneath the custard was a black sticky liquid. She ate and the woman and man looked at her approvingly.
“Now Cathy,” Said the man “It’s time for you ‘tune up’, come with me.”
She was led upstairs and into a large room which had a solitary cold metal table in the centre. At the site of it fear ran through Cathy.
“No, please God no!”
Get on the table, Cathy hesitated but the man said a word and Cathy closed her eyes for three seconds when she opened them again her obedient alter had taken over. Cathy climbed onto the cold table and was strapped down at the feet, neck, waist and shoulders.
“Now this will hurt a little bit, but it’s for the best, we all need a tune up every now and then.”
The man walked over to a large black lever on the side on the wall and pulled it down.
“Aaaaaaarrrrrhrhrhh!!!!!”Cathy screamed as the electricity flooded through her body, she grimaced her teeth at the unbearable pain. Cathy wasn’t sure how long she was on the table as she soon lost consciousness and passed out into blackness.
Frisco’s story part 2
Chapter 5
Frisco stood on a wet windy day at the grave of his dead brother ‘Tommy’. If only you hadn’t got involved in that evil cult he thought. Moss was starting to grow at the edges of the grave stone and in the chiselled lettering. As he thought about the way his brother had died, he felt a deep deep pain in his chest. They killed you-your beloved cult- took your life and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. A tear rolled down his cheek. Poor Tommy.
He paused looking at the grave, no thoughts went through his mind on this cold winter day he felt totally dejected and then he made the promise to himself –As long as I live I will do everything I can to stop another person from falling into the hands of a an evil cult.
Since his promise he had helped dozens of people break free from their cult.
Oh Tommy why did you have to drink the poison? He thought but he already knew the answer, his brother was so firmly in the clutches of the cult that he wasn’t able to think rationally, that and the fact at the cult leaders last and final meeting, when the cult leader had told everyone to drink the poison and those that refused were shot on the spot, and so he had drank-drank the poison- that had killed him.
Frisco’s promise to himself was born from a deep love for those brainwashed and those unable to break free from the cult control without help. It’s my job to give them the support and help they need to break free, he thought. Frisco looked at the withered and now dead flowers that he had brought to the grave just a week ago.
Chapter 6
Frisco, followed the dot on his tracking device, unknown to Cathy he had placed a tracking dot into her coat when she was asleep and now he followed it on his satellite tracker. The estimated mileage for the distance was about 170 miles away in the west midlands. Late at night he pulled up into a run down Side Street. If the cult can use the mobile phone then so can I he thought.
He pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Cathy’s number. Ring…Ring…
“Hello?” Said a sleepy voice.
“Manakin child.”
Cathy’s eyes closed and three seconds later opened them, the child alter was there.
“Everyone else is asleep.” She said.
“Great.” Said Frisco,
“As quietly and quickly as you can come out side to me, I’m in a red Yaris.”
Cathy slowly and silently got up form her bed that she had fallen sleep in. She heard snoring coming from the next room, that man and woman must be in there she thought. She opened the latch on the door and exited.
What? No way?! A noise was coming from upstairs. The have woken up! She suddenly stopped caring how much noise she was making and ran out to the waiting car as fast as she could.
Cathy jumped into the front passenger seat and Frisco put his feet to the floor and sped away as fast as he could. Cathy closed her eyes for three seconds. The adult alter was back.
“Oh God Thank-you! Thank-you for saving me!”
Frisco noticed Cathy was moving slowly as if she was in pain.
“You Ok? What did they do to you?”
“Tune up.”
“What’s the hells that?”
“They strapped me to a table and electrocuted me.”
At this Frisco face hardened.
“As long as I’m alive you won’t ever have to go such brutality ever again Cathy…I promise you” Tears came to Cathy’s eyes.
“How did u find me? Cathy asked as the car sped down the street into another small dingy looking street.
“Look into your trouser pocket, she did and pulled out a tracking dot about the size of a ten pence piece.
“Now give me your mobile phone.” Cathy pulled it out of her pocket and handed it to Frisco, who opened the car windows and threw it out into the dark cold night.
Frisco put his hand into the doors side panel and pulled out a gun, a colt .25.
“Here, take this you may need it, if they catch up with us.”
There was the loud roar of an car engine squealing as it was pushed to its fullest and stark cold lights hit them form behind. Then a gun shot rang out missing both Cathy and Frisco and splintering the wind screen in front of them. Cathy’s eyes closed over for three seconds and when she opened them again, the ‘killer’ alter was in charge.
“Now might be a good time to use the gun.” Frisco said, as his car zoomed down the motorway trying to get away. Cathy turned in the seat, and opened fire, a quick succession of three shots. “Yes!!” she screamed as the car behind swerved of the road and crashed into middle lane embankment-tipped upside down-and came to a stop.
“That’s some nice shooting, where’d you learnt to shoot like that?”
“I don’ know…It just came to me when I needed it…”
After about an hour driving Frisco pulled of the motorway and into a dingy looking hotel.
“We will rest here the night and then decide what to do.”
They entered the hotel which had a large sign outside in neon blue which read ‘Open 24 hours’. Frisco pressed the bell and after a short while, an elderly woman appeared form behind a door.
They booked in and were shown to their two bedroom room. Frisco looked at Cathy, she’s nearing the end of her physical and mental limit, I’m not surprised, after been electrocuted and in a violent car chase he thought. Soon they had both fell to dozing in their separate beds. The night outside was quiet. Cathy opened her eyes, the sound? What is it?
It’s my watches alarm she thought as her eyes closed and a few seconds opened again. She got up, still dressed in her trouser and a shirt.
Frisco awoke. “Cathy what you doing, its still night.”
“I need to use the bathroom, will be back in a min.” She said.
“Ok, cool.” Said Frisco returning back to sleep.
Cathy exited the room and headed straight to the phone in the lobby. The Reporting alter dialed the number.
“We in the ‘Sweet dreams’ hotel just of the M6.”
“Thank-you Cathy, You’re done well. We will be there shortly. Cathy your family love you so much and are very proud of you.” These words sent a warm fuzzy feeling throughout her body.
She closed her eyes for three seconds and the opened them again. The child alter was there. “Thank-you daddy.”
Chapter 7
Just as dawn was breaking over the horizon at about 6 am, Frisco got up.
“Cathy?”
“I’m here.” Cathy said form the other bed.
There’s something wrong Frisco thought, that’s not Cathy’s adult alter, he looked at her a moment longer and realized, an alter he hadn’t seen before was in charge of her body.
“Manakin child” Frisco said instantly bringing up the child alter.
“I’m sorry daddy, he made me do it.”
“Do what Frisco asked?”
“He made ring my family and tell them where I was.”
Just then Frisco heard a car pull up on the forecourt outside the hotel.
“s***.” Frisco said knowing who was in the black Mercedes he now saw through window of the hotel.
“We got to go.” Said Frisco, as he reached the door, he realized Cathy was standing behind him but had made no intention of leaving the room. He paused.
“Go where? The only place I’m going is back to my family.” Frisco turned around and saw her pointing the gun he had given her at him.
Frisco ducked to the side as Cathy opened fire-the bullet smashed into the door-behind him.
“Manakin child.” Screamed Frisco and Cathy’s demeanor changed instantly to that of a little girl again.
“Come with me!” screamed Frisco, When they had been shown to their room, Frisco remembered seen the fire exit which led to the back and now he and Cathy exited the back way, just as two men dressed in black suites ran into the lobby.
They made it to their car and sped of, leaving the men in suites behind them.
“What the hell made you call your family?!” He asked in exasperated anger.
Cathy spoke in her little girl’s voice.
“My watch the alarm went on it.”
“Take that watch of now!” he shouted as he sped down the motorway as fast as he dared.
Cathy took it of.
“Please daddy, don’t be mad at me”
“Give me the watch.” She handed over the watch and Frisco threw it out of the car window.
“Now do you have any more ‘triggers’ on your person?”
“No I don’t think so, I had just the watch.”
“Ok, we going to find a nice quiet motel and then we are going to have to do some serious ‘deprogramming’ but for me to deprogram you I need you on my side. Can I have your assurance that you will be on my side Cathy?”
Cathy’s adult alter was back.
“Yes I’m on your side one hundred percent.”
They drove for jus t over three hours sand Frisco saw the petrol gauge was low, so decided to pull of onto a motorway service station, which also had a hotel.
“Once they had booked in and were in their room, Frisco said. “Get a few hours rest –you going to need it- and when you wake we going to get back to deprogramming you. Ok?”
“Yes ok.”
About 5 hours later when the sun was high in the noon day sky. They both awoke and without showering in the on-suite shower went to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat, after eating they went back to the room and started deprogramming.
Frisco handed Cathy a glass of water which contained a very strong sedative. Cathy slipped into a deep trance state.
“Where are you?” Frisco asked.
“I’m on the merry go round that is just spinning and spinning. I’m so happy we are all here. All amongst ourselves.”
“How many of you there?”
“I’m not sure, wait, there is one…two…three…yes! There’s about six of us.”
“What are there names?”
“Some of us don’t have names. I just know them by their roles”
“There’s the little girl –Jessica-, then there is the reporting alter, she doesn’t have a name, and then there is the punisher. There is also the adult me. There is also the ‘fighter’ or the ‘killer’ me. I don’t know what the other one is for; her face is covered by a mask.
“Cathy can you focus on the ones with the mask, ask her what she does?”
“Hold on whilst I self-talk in my mind.”
What’s your name? Pause…Samantha.
Hi Samantha, I’m Cathy and I’m the adult you.
Hello Cathy do you want sex?
What?
That’s what I’m for I love sex. I want sex, more sex and more sex-all day long-that’s what I’m for.
Samantha thank you for that, I’m sure we will speak again soon.
“Frisco, Samantha is a Beta alter, that’s’ been programmed to give sexual pleasure to whoever gives her the required code word.”
Just then Frisco’s alarm on his watch went of. Beep…Beep…Beep.
Cathy’s eyes seemed to glaze over.
“I just need to use the bathroom; I will be backing a min.”
“Cathy is that you talking or is it you’re reporting alter?”
“Hu..?”
Frisco suddenly pulled out a gun.
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Please don’t!”
Frisco opened fire. Bang! Smoke curled up from the guns bullet hole.
Cathy collapsed to the floor.
Frisco put the gun away and waited…1 minute..3 minutes..15 minutes…
After about 20 minutes Cathy stirred.
“What the hell happened?” She asked, I can’t remember a thing?”
“I killed your reporting alter-shot her- with a fake gun and blanks.” Said Frisco pleased with himself “it seems to have done the trick.”
“I feel different…somehow lighter…”
“Now’s there is only five of you left.”
“Yes just five of us now…”Said Cathy in a dream like way.
Cathy’s eyes glazed over. “You horrible horrible man, you killed her!”
Cathy’s child alter started crying. Frisco didn’t know what to do, so he just sat there-on the edge of the bed-listening to Cathy’s child alter cry here eyes out.
After a short wile the crying stopped and Cathy’s main adult alter came to the fore.
“What happened? I feel different, like there is someone missing?”
“There is Cathy, I killed your reporting alter a short while ago.”
“Wow! So I’m one step closer to been free?!” A tear came to her eye and she put her head down, just thinking what it would be like to be-whole- one person not lots of different ones with different memories.
“We’ve had an intensive deprogramming session today, just get some rest for the rest of the day and we will start again early tomorrow. I’m just going to have a nap” Frisco said walking over to one of the two single beds and collapsing into the warm cosy comfortable mattress.
Cathy switched on the TV.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.
“What?” asked Frisco fully alert now.
“It’s us we on TV-on CCTV-“
“Two people are been sought who were in the red Toyota Yaris as can be seen on this CCTV.” They both listened intently their breaths coming out sharp and fast and their adrenalin high.
The news reporter continued, “The two occupants’ in the car following both died when their car crashed into the middle barrier in the road after been shot at by the Toyota Yaris and. Police are treating the killing as a gang land murder and are appealing for witnesses.”
“Frisco what are we going to do?”
“We need a new car and we need to get out of here” Frisco said
The journalist continued, “Police state the two occupant’s in the Toyota Yaris are wanted and armed and dangerous,” An artist impression of the two suddenly flashed on the screen,”
“s***!” said Cathy, those mug shots look to close for comfort. The journalist continued “and should not be approached but you should call 999 instead.”
“We need to get out of here?” said Frisco.
“We can’t go in that car.”
“Your right, don’t worry I have a plan.”
“Come on lets go.”
They exited the motel and Frisco opened the boot of the Toyaota Yaris and took out a black briefcase.
“What’s in there? Asked Cathy.
“Our way to escape.” Frisco said.
There was a man just getting out of a clapped out sliver Vauxhall Astra. Frisco walked over to him and opened the briefcase.
“Oh My God!” Exclaimed Cathy, the briefcase is full of money, there’s got to be at least ten thousand.
“Hey, I will give you all this cash for your car.”
The man was taken aback and slightly confused “Ugh?...What?”
“All this cash and I will even give you my Toyota Yaris.”
“You got a deal!” Frisco exchanged keys with the driver and called Cathy over, they both got into the sliver Vauxhall Astra.
“Now what?” Asked Cathy.
“Now we head to a safe house. It’s going to take most of the day, but once we get there I think we should be safe.”
“OK, let’s go.”
They exited the hotel and slipped onto the motorway.
As they drove Cathy switched on the radio to listen to the news. The same story about a gangland shooting and a car chase in which two people had died was still on.
“I got a bad feeling about this,” said Cathy, “We wanted all over this country.”
“That’s why we got to avoid populated areas.”
After a few hours of driving they eventually turned off from the motorway into a country side lane. They drove for a few minutes more and then came to a large mansion.
“We there, lets go.”
They both exited the car and walked up to the towering house.
Frisco pressed the bell and loud ding dong noise echoed from inside the house.
After a short while, there was the sound of a latch been undone and the door opened.
“Frisco!” cried the man who looked to be in his late 30’s exclaimed as he saw them. “I was worried you’re all over the TV.”
“Jonathan, it’s great to see you again. How’s cult free life treating you?” asked Frisco. Jonathan’s father was a multi-millionaire and so the cult had targeted his son Jonathan, Frisco had intervened and freed Jonathan just over a year ago.
“We just need a place to hold up for a short while whilst I deprogram Cathy.
“Well you know you’re more than welcome here.”
“Great! I knew I could rely on you Jonathan.”
Frisco looked at the clock on the wall, the time was 830 pm and it was already dark outside in this early spring night.
“Cathy we both need to get some rest, we got a lot more deprogramming to do tomorrow.”
Jonathan showed Cathy to her room.
“Cathy, if you need anything just come and find me I will be just down the corridor on the left.”
“Thank-you Jonathan.”
“Great see you in the morning Cathy. Night.”
“Night.” Said Cathy back.
Chapter 8
The next day, they both awoke about 9 am. Cathy took a shower. And after a short while Cathy and Frisco gathered in the living room.
Cathy sat on a new comfortable armchair, which was tilted slightly back.
“Ready?” Asked Frisco.
“Ready as I will ever be.” Replied Cathy.
“Ok, drink this,” said Frisco handing her a glass of water with a very strong sedative in it.
Cathy took a sip and instantly went into a deep trance.
“Who’s’ there?” asked Frisco.
There was a pause then a deep gravely voice said.
“Legion, for we are many.”
“Who do you serve?” asked Frisco.
“We serve the Annu Naki.”
“Who are they? Asked Frisco.
“They are whom from heaven to earth descended in rocket ships, and saw the daughters of men and fond them beautiful.”
“What are there names? How many is there?”
“There is Enki and there is EA. EA and Enki came to earth many millennia ago, and needed help in mining the precious gold hidden in the rocks of the planet. So Enki fused the genes of the apes on the planet with his own genes through genetic engineering to produce a slave race. Enki loved his creation but EA saw them as merely slaves to be done with and disposed however and whenever he thought.”
“So your cult worships these god like beings?”
“Yes but there is more.”
“What more is there?”
Enki also had another name that he goes by?”
“What name is that?
“Lucifer. The light bringer.”
“Lucifer?”
“Why is he called the light bringer?”
“The term ‘Lightbringer’ is a metaphor for knowledge. He gave humans knowledge and made them like gods teaching them the difference between good and evil. Whereas the God of the bible EA, wanted keep humans ignorant in their nakedness and like no more then animals. Yes Lucifer the light bringer. He hails form the planet Venus and has wings by which he is able to fly.”
“And the apple in the Garden of Eden?”
“Nobody knows if it was an actual apple that was poisoned or if the apple is a metaphor for something else for example like sex.”
“Enki and EA founded a huge empire on Earth called Atlantis which was split into two different cities- Lemuria and Umuria. The two sides went to war with each other many times but it wasn’t that, that destroyed Atlantis but a rogue planet which smashed into Earth some millennia ago.
When the asteroid hit both Enki and EA were both in their own spaceships above Earth with a few of their followers. After the asteroid hit, the two entities or Gods as they were seen returned to Earth and founded the ancient Egyptian empire. When that empire collapsed-the priests-took the ancient secret knowledge and perpetuated it in secret, recruiting the best and the brightest.”
“What happened to Enki and EA?”
“Nobody knows, whether they got back on their own spaceships and went to their own planet or if they stayed here on Earth melting away into the populace.”
“It is these beings that our family worships and has done so for millennia. These beings have extra ordinary powers and can incinerate people with just a thought.”
“So this cult takes the brightest and the best and indoctrinates them into its thinking?”
“Yes precisely.”
“And they been doing this for many generations?”
“Exactly.”
“We of the ‘silver chord’ are feared and respected the most.”
“Silver chord?”
“It means generational Satanists.”
“Oh ok.”
Frisco saw sweat dripping of Cathy’s brow and knew she had been in the trance state for a long time and now she needed a break but he wanted to press on just a little bit longer.
“You say they can incinerate someone with just a thought, how can this be? Where do they get their power from?”
“Their power comes from their inherited genes and the use of gold, but others in the cult have psychic powers, which come to them from a black pearl. The black pearl gives users telepathic and telekinetic abilities.” Frisco noticed the sweat again and now it was literally dripping of her brow. Just one more minute he thought.
“Where does this black pearl come form and how come it gives users these powers?”
“If I told you, you would never use it, and we need it to use it if we are ever to bring the cult down.” Frisco picked up a cloth form the small table in the room and wiped Cathy’s brow.
“Ok, that’s it for today Cathy, Cathy manakin adult.” Frisco said and slowly Cathy opened her eyes.
“How did it go? What did I say?” she asked.
“You did fine Cathy, you did just fine. I’ve learnt so much today.”
“I’m absolutely exhausted.” Cathy said.
“I’m not surprised you been in a heightened trance state for two hours. Cathy we need a few hours rest and then we can decide on our best course of action.”
“When you are rested later tonight we will get our thinking caps on and decide a course of action.”
“Ok thanks Frisco, I feel so indebted to you for you risking your life to help me.”
Frisco smiled, which to Cathy’s mind made him look ten years younger , and someone that she would have considered dating if things had been different.
Chapter 9
Later that night Cathy, Frisco and Jonathan sat eating their evening meal which Jonathan had made.
“One thing I don’t understand,” said Frisco “Is after all those years of suffering why did you contact me now-instead of before?”
“My baby.”
“What?” Frisco asked.
“Two weeks before I contacted you, I gave birth, they asked what I was going to call it and I said Sophia, and they said ‘Sophia manakin B’ is going to be programmed.” She paused tears in her eyes, “They didn’t even let me see the babies face.”
“Programmed what? And Why?”
“It’s a giant warehouse set in the outskirts of the Nevada Desert near compound 1.”
Chapter 10
The next day.
“Hello?”
Cathy phoned her cult ‘family’.
“Hello?” asked the posh voice from the end of the line.
“It’s me Cathy; I want to come back to my family.”
“Oh Cathy dear, we so glad you called, we been so worried about you.”
Cathy gave her address of the hotel she was staying in with Frisco and told them they could pick her up.
A little while later there was a polite knock the door of her hotel room, she got up from the bed where she was sitting on.
“Come in.” she said.
A man about 5ft 6 with back hair black sunglasses and a black suite opened the door. He was carrying a black laptop and stood in the doorway, behind him there was another man dressed in a similar manner. They entered the small shabby hotel room.
“Cathy we’ve come to take you home.”
The man in black touched the black pearl in his pocket which was the size of a cricket ball and focused on Cathy’s eye and insight suddenly hit him.
“It’s a trap!” he shouted and just then Frisco stepped from behind the door and knocked him unconscious with a stun gun.
The other man turned round and Cathy saw her chance and pulled out a stun gun from her pocket and hit him with a very strong electric shock, which also sent him like the other man unconscious.
Cathy quickly picked up the lap top and turned it on. They waited for it to load and then the words ‘please enter password’ appeared, Cathy pulled out the black pearl from the man’s pocket and placed it against the unconscious mans head, in just a few seconds she saw the mans whole life flash before her, and then she focused and found the password.
She typed in the password and then went to the search box at the top of the page and typed in ‘Sophia manakin B’.
The words ‘hangar 16’ and ‘compound 1’ appeared on screen.
“Hangar 16 what the hells that?” asked Frisco
“It’s a giant warehouse set in the outskirts of the Nevada Desert”
“And Compound 1?"
“Compound 1 is where the babies are used for powering the black pearls and it’s also the place where we are supposed to have alien visitors staying.”
“What else do they do there?”
“They do genetic experiments and electrocute the babies and small children to traumatize them and induce multiple personalities or alters; these abused and tortured babies are then sent out into the world and placed with a foster family to work towards the alien and cult agenda.”
“It breaks my heart to know what my baby is going through right now. Taking my baby away from me was the final straw, I couldn’t let my baby go thorough all the hell I’ve been through with my family.”
“Sounds truly horrific.”
“I will be free of the cult one way another, even if it kills me.” Frisco looked into her deep blue eyes sand saw they were as hard as cold steel.
“So what’s our next move?” Frisco asked.
“Now we get dressed and go to hangar 16. Go to my baby, I pray to God she still alive.”
“OK let’s get these suites on.” Said Frisco.
They stripped the suites form the programmers and put them on.
“Mines a bit big.” Said Cathy rolling up the sleeves, she went to a draw in the room and pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the bottom of her trousers in as straight a line as possible.
“Mines a bit short.” Said Frisco squeezing into the slim waist line of the suite.
“And the final touch, the sunglasses,” said Cathy picking them both up and handing one to Frisco.
“This laptop contains an extraordinary large amount of data, but I don’t need that, when I placed the pearl against this programmers head, I saw his whole life flash by.”
“There is a private airport just on the outskirts of this city.”
“So what do we do get on and fly to hangar 16?” asked Frisco incredulously.
“That’s exactly what we are going to do.” Replied Cathy.
“It’s hardly likely that they are going to let us on a private jet?”
“They will, I got all the code words for the flight in my mind.”
Chapter 11
When they reached the small private airport it was 2 in the afternoon and the hot noon day sun shone down on them mercilessly.
They found the pilots quarters. Two men sat casually, one watching TV and the other reading a paper watching.”
“Oh...hello, we weren’t expecting to fly just yet?”
“Cathy knew these two were programmed but fairly low level in the hierarchy-just used for jet flights.”
“Cathy gave the code word that she had gleaned form the unconscious programmer, and the two went into trances.
“We can fly, sure we can fly,” said the one watching the TV.
“Isn’t that right Jed?”
“Yes it is Jackson; we can fly right now too.”
“Ok boys lets go, said Cathy” They both got up.
“We are going to area 16, compound 1.”
Chapter 12
The flight took just under 9 hours. Which Cathy and Frisco spent most of the time on the laptop, trying to glean as much information about the cult as possible?
The pilot’s voice cameo over the loud speaker, “We will be landing hangar 16 in 30 minutes.”
“Great! I can’t believe we nearly there,” said Frisco with adrenalin pumping through his veins and a shimmer of sweat on his forehead.”
“My dear Sophia, mummy’s coming for you hun.” Said Cathy barely keeping her composure.
The plane started its downward descent. They both looked out of the planes window.
“Would you look at that, all those planes, there must be at least about a hundred of them!” exclaimed Frisco.
“And all those people going about their business dressed in military uniforms, it’s like its own little city.
“Oh my God! Would you look at that thing on the ground over there?”
“A silver flying saucer!” Said Cathy just loud enough for Frisco to hear but not the pilots.”
Once they landed Cathy told the pilots to wait for them. Frisco couldn’t believe how many people in military uniforms there were all around them, going about business like a little ant city.
“The most shocking thing Cathy is how much attention we get in our black suites, every body seems to walk pass us as if we are invisible.”
“This has a large sign which says ‘hangar 1.”
“Wow it must be as big as a football pitch,” exclaimed Frisco.
They spent about 30 minutes walking along the small dusty path and then Cathy said” We there, this says hangar 16 on it.”
The words ‘hangar 16’was written in bright red letters on a white background. Underneath the words ‘hangar 16’ it read: ‘Personality and Pearl Creation’
Outside next to a guard post was a man dressed in military uniform and next to him an M16 machine gun.”
“What’s the password?” he asked.
Cathy touched the black pearl in her pocket and gave the password that was located in the other programmer’s memory.
“That’s the wrong password; it was changed 2 weeks ago like we change all our passwords routinely. You got 30 seconds give me the password or face extermination,” said the droll robotic voice of the soldier.
Cathy touched the black pearl in her trouser pocket and stared directly into the soldiers eyes and said “We are not here.”
The soldier’s eyes seem to glaze over.
“You are not here,” repeated the solider and then put the M16 down and looked straight pass them as if they weren’t there.
“Come-on quick before the spell runs out,” said Cathy grabbing Frisco by the arm and pulling him along.
Inside was lit with bright florescent lights, the air conditioning hummed high above them and the place had a refreshing cool feel about it compared to the hot noon day sun they had just exited from.
There were isle’s up on isle’s of cages stacked up to about 5 or 6 one top of another reaching a height of about 6 ft.
Click…click…click
”what’s that ‘click’ noise,” asked Frisco.
“It’s the babies and small children, they been electrocuted every few seconds to increase their disassociation. They ordered in terms of continent and alphabetical order,” said Cathy after analyzing the cages for a short while.
“Look here it is this is the isle for the whole of the U.K. It’s numbered alphabetically. Sophia B should be just about here.”
“This place is massive there must be hundreds of babies or small children here.” Said Frisco.
“Sophia B, should be just about here. Oh my God!”
“What?”
“I am too late. Look at this.”
Frisco looked into the cage, from the name tag attached to it he saw its name was ‘Sophia B’, and its mother’s name, ‘Cathy Bloose’ was on the label also.
“There’s nothing in there but a small baby’s coffin and a black pearl the size of a cricket ball.”
“You asked me where the pearl got its power from, now you can see, the babies spirit powers the pearl.”
“Oh my God, that’s monstrous!”
“I think there might be a way to reverse it, here hold this,” she said as she said as she opened the latch on the cage and took the black pearl and gave it to Frisco.
“This pearl is so rough to the touch.”
“The more traumatized the child the rougher the pearl and the greater its power.” Said Cathy.
Cathy took the small coffin and put it on the floor and opened the lid, inside was what looked like a little doll, she placed the pearl against its forehead and focused with all her power,..pushing …pushing the spirit from the pearl back into the baby.
“Awwww.” A small babies cries came from what had looked like a doll a few moments before now was a living breathing and crying little baby.
“Thank God yes!” Cathy screamed as sweat dripped of her brow.
Cathy hid the baby under her suite jacket and said “Let’s go.”
Outside she used the same trick she had before on the soldier and they walked away without a hitch, within 30 minutes they were back on the plane and flying back home again.
Chapter 13
As they sat in Jonathan’s warm central heated house “Cathy asked “I wonder what that flying saucer was doing there and what kind of aliens were on it?”
“I haven’t got a clue, I never even knew such things like aliens were real,” replied Frisco.
“So now you know whose pulling the strings in this cult-it’s the aliens.”
“Greys probably,” said Jonathan I saw a documentary about them.”
“What’s their weakness?” asked Frisco.
“They have huge eyes which are sensitive to light, that’s why they tend to operate at night.”
“So we stock up on torches.” Said Cathy half jokingly.
“Would the psychic mind trick work on the ‘Greys’?” asked Frisco.
“I have no idea.” Replied Cathy.
“Have you learnt anything more from studying that laptop?”
“Not as much as I hoped, it seems that programmer wasn’t really all that high up in the hierarchy and a lot of his passwords are out of date.”
“One thing that is for sure,” said Jonathan “Is that the aliens are controlling our planet by controlling our leaders.”
“We got to put a stop to it.” Replied Cathy.
“But where do we start? It looks like a momentous task to free a planet from alien control when the whole might of the strongest superpower on Earth is against you.”
“We need to go where the alien and our leaders meet to find what exactly is going on.” Said Cathy.
“You mean the G8 summit? Security there is extremely tight.”
Suddenly the baby awoke and started crying, Cathy picked her up from the side of the sofa where she was laying and cuddled her.
“I’m so glad I got you back my beautiful baby.”
“We need to do this,” said Cathy “for my baby and the thousands like her.”
“Our governments are in league with aliens who are perpetuating an extremely horrendous crime against humanity,” Said Jonathan “We must put a stop to it.”
Chapter 14
Cathy, Jonathan and Frisco arrived at the first guard post to the G8 conference in Birmingham. A guard in military uniform waved a hand for the black limousine that they had hired to stop. Cathy opened the window with a switch.
“Let me see your pass.”
“My pass is right here.” Cathy said touching the black pearl in trouser pocket and staring directly into his eyes, she said “We are not here.”
“You are not here.” Said the guard as his eyes glazed over.
“Open the barrier.”
“I will open the barrier.”
The barrier opened upwards and the three were pass the fist hurdle in getting to the G8 summit.
They parked in the giant car park, still dressed in their black suites. A man in a black suite was walking by.
“Hey!” said Cathy
“What?” said the man stopping and looking at them with a puzzled expression?
“Where the summit been held?”
“Who are you?”
“Cathy touched the black pearl in her pocket.
“Where’s the summit been held?”
“It’s that huge squat building over there.”
“Thank you, you will forget we were ever here.”
“His eyes glazed over, you were never here.” He said and then continued on his way.
They walked into the building without much hassle. There was a large oak table in the middle of a large hall and a person dressed in a smart black suite at each of the four walls. Cathy focused her mind and touched the black pearle, she sent them each a message,’ Retire to the refectory until further notice’ The three left as silently as someone walking on a grave. The three gate crashers waited as inconspicuously as possible, wearing blank expressions on their faces.
After about two hours the first of the dignitaries started to arrive, the U.K. prime Minster was first and then followed shortly afterwards by the dignitaries from USA, German, French, Italian, Canada and Japan.
They all sat around the huge oak table but the chair at the head was empty. It seemed like they were all waiting for something. They all sat quietly…solemn even, neither talking nor joking with each other.
Then the door at the far end opened and tall being about 6 ft and dressed in a red cloak entered. All the leaders remained solemn. The being sat at the chair at the head and then removed his hood, the face underneath had hug eyes and a large bulborous head.
Grey thought Cathy, Frisco and Jonathan.
The being spoke telepathically. ‘You know what must be done.” The leaders all nodded, ‘We know,’ replied the 8 telepathically. The grey continued, ‘The useless eaters must be decimated so they can’t infect the rest of your species with wastrels.’ There was a pause as the being focused his attention on each of the minds of the G8.
“We know. The ‘ sheeple’ must be killed all the G8 leaders thought in unison.’
‘I am pleased with your insight and help in bringing your species up to a level where they can serve the empire of the greys valuably and in a useful manner.
‘We understand and obey,’ the leaders replied telepathically in unison as Cathy, Frisco and Jonathan stood at each wall.
The grey moved a thin wrinkled hand and what looked like a flat screen television on wheels, stood just behind the greys chair. The grey flicked his wrists and a countdown timer appeared on screen.
‘2 days 2 hours and 36 minutes’
Cathy, Frisco and Jonathan listened ‘This is the count down for the annihilation of the ‘sheeple’. You will all be hidden deep in your mountain hideout when the nuclear bombs land. And then we will start out again, with only the brightest and best replacing the ‘sheeple’ and useless eaters’ that have dragged your race down for the last hundreds of years.
Just then the grey seemed to sense, Cathy, Frisco and Jonathan’s presents.
It stood up stretching all of six foot and threw of his cloak which descended to the floor and -there stood-a being with huge wings and sharp talons for hands.
‘Traitors!’ it screamed telepathically and sent a mind force blast which send Frisco flying backwards and landed hard on the concrete wall. By now Cathy had pulled out her gun-a revolver- and opened fire, a bullet went straight into the beings head. All the leaders seemed to be caught in a telepathic mind loop and as the being collapsed they did too.
The grey wasn’t totally dead; it pressed a button on what looked like some kind of control panel on his wrist and a beam of yellow light flooded from the ceiling, the grey, slowly staggered into the light.
“There was the sound of running footsteps,” The others are coming!” cried Cathy.
“Quick!” shouted Frisco, get into the light it’s some sort of teleporter!”
The door was flung open and the men in black suites aimed their guns, but the three just managed to make it to the teleporter just before they could shoot.
Everything went a misty grey and then the mist cleared slowly.
“Where are we?” asked Frisco.
“Everything here is shiny and metallic blue in colour and what’s that noise-it sounds like a digital alarm watch going of.” Said Cathy.
Other beings about 4 ft tall with large bulborouse heads ran to the injured grey ‘leader’.
Then suddenly Jonathan noticed the TV like stand next to him, it’s had also been teleported up, he thought.
Cathy touched the black pearl in her pocket and focused on the leaders mind, then she grabbed the half unconscious aliens wrists and operated the timing mechanism.
“I’ve set the thing to blow in 30 seconds. Get back into the light and I will transport you back to Earth!”
“What about you?!” Asked Frisco.
“Don’t worry about me. This ends for me here and now. These aliens are going to get what’s been coming to them for a long time.”
Frisco and Jonathan stepped into the light. They found themselves transported just on the outskirts of where the meeting had taken place.
Back on the ship, the aliens were deep in panic and running around like crazy. Cathy shot a few as they tried in vane to send the bomb back to Earth.
And then the seconds ticked by 5…4…3….2…
Frisco and Jonathan looked up as they saw a huge fireball in the afternoon sky.
#
Jackie read the last page of the pile of pages she had seen on the attic floor and picked up on a whim to look at. There were about 100 pages held together with a flimsy string tag. In a hand written scroll on the last page it read ‘if you are reading this the chances are that I’m already dead. The story is fictional but the elements of the story are true, this evil cult does exist and has perpetuated the greatest crime against humanity in human history. Our leaders are controlled by aliens, please please get the massage out, and warn others about this evil cult before its too late, I just pray it isn’t too late. Just wait, there is a knock on the door I will be back, looking from the attic, it’s a man dressed in a black suite with flowers. I’m just going to open the door. I know who and what it is-it is a hitman-come to kill me for been brave enough to broach this subject, I will go to my death willingly as I know there is no way I can outwit or outrun the cult. Please get the message out and stop the greatest crime ever to be committed against humanity, yours truly Tom Kay.
The End
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