Two Thousand and Eighty Four
by Roger Moisan
(Read Chapter 1)
Chapter 2. Bohemian Grove
This year at Bohemian Grove, Lord Harrington would have a lot of explaining to do. Why had he allowed this situation with one of his servants to get so out of hand, almost to the point of exposure? Yes, Harrington had cleaned up but there were still loose ends. Simon Hayne for one. Why had this long standing and loyal servant allowed the boy to take his own life rather than relish in his suffering? Of course Harrington knew Simon held a certain affection for Arthur but he needed him. Simon knew where the bodies were buried and how they got there. Simon had done most of the burying! This year, Harrington would have to explain this to his Archontic Masters. Not at the Burning of Cares Ceremony but later, much later and deeper in the forest where the real rituals took place.
Every July, amidst the giant redwoods of Monte Rio, California, the world's most powerful men gather for 2 weeks of drunken debauchery and secret meetings. Among its alumni are presidents, prime ministers and of course, royalty. It is no surprise that the most deadly project in human history was hatched at this despicable event: The Manhattan Project, the creation of the atom bomb. However, a darker and more dangerous secret lies within the 2,700 acre compound. A secret so terrible that only those from ancient bloodlines are invited to the inner sanctum of Bohemian Grove. Only those who can trace their ancestors back to the Pharaohs and the rulers of Ancient Babylon. Only those with a birthright can attend the annual manifestation of their Archontic Masters.
The first time Lord Harrington had witnessed a full manifestation, it had rocked him to his core. Of course he had heard first-hand testimonies from his father but never really, truly accepted them as any more than exaggerated fairy stories. The reality was far, far worse than any of the tales he had been told whilst growing up in the Harrington Mansion. A full manifestation requires certain key ingredients. There are no hooded figures chanting and dancing around a bonfire. That's for Hollywood and Druids. No, full manifestation takes place in a solitary log cabin, by candlelight and with one very special participant. A lone, unwilling and carefully selected participant. An act so vile and depraved that Harrington had vomited uncontrollably at his first manifestation. The torture and sacrifice of a human child.
The Archons feed on low frequency vibration emitted by humans at times of immense stress, pain and suffering. Hence, the need for a perpetual state of war, famine and fear. Existing just outside human perception, a tiny spectrum of visible light, Archontic entities are never far from a human food source. An invisible parasite, feeding off our misery, fears and tragedies, unable to fully enter our dimension and adopt a physical form, the Archons rely on an elite minority of ancient bloodlines to do their bidding in the physical realm. The Quran refers to these entities as the Jinn, Christians have their demons, Shamans have animal spirits and the Zulus, the Chitauli. All one and the same: the dictators, the ones who tell us the law. In other words, they who tell us, secretly, what we are to do. They control us, herded like cattle, nothing more than a source of nourishment.
A child's terrified screams fill the balmy Californian night air. A small, smoke-like apparition begins to grow in the candlelight until the faint outline of a creature, a lizard, begins to emerge. Once again, Lord Peter Harrington is looking into the eyes of Satan.
Chapter 3. Simon's Story
Britain's Special Air Service is the benchmark for special forces all around the world. America's Delta Force and Russia's Spetsnaz were all modelled on David Sterling's original concept formulated during World War II. The men and women of the SAS are the toughest, most ruthless killing machines in the world. Sergeant Simon Hayne of 11th Battalion SAS is no exception. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse and with the mental strength to match, Hayne is equally deadly with his hands as he is with an assault rifle. Take him on and you will be dead before you hit the concrete! To be this efficient at executing a human being, you must also enjoy the process. In order to enjoy killing, an SAS soldier requires a certain sociopathic trait: a complete lack of empathy. It is no surprise that the percentage of special forces returning from active duty suffering from PTSD is precisely zero. This quality is highly attractive to the elite and their Archontic Masters.
It was during the invasion and subsequent destruction of Iran in 2019 that Sergeant Hayne was recruited to MI5 by Lord Peter Harrington, Special Adviser to the Home Office. Although not part of his remit, Harrington had 'persuaded' the Defence Minister to sanction the use of Caburn on the Capital City of Tehran. It was Hayne's crack team that had delivered the deadly nerve agent, contaminating the water supply of millions of Tehrani citizens and ensuring the death of half of the city's population. Not since the needless slaughter, in 1945, of tens of thousands of civilians in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, had such an act of mass genocide taken place. The reason? In order to dominate the Middle East, Iran had to fall. Palestine, Lebanon, Libya, Iraq, Syria and finally Iran. All pawns in the game played out under the auspices of the War on Terror. Rapid capitulation followed this attack and a new Iranian puppet government installed. Another piece of the jigsaw was in place, ushering in the new world order, a one world order under one government with a single, loyal, military power to enforce the new world constitution and an Archontic world.
With the annexing of Russia by the European Union earlier that same year, there was only China left to protest. China knew they were next and had begun massively reinforcing their coastal waters, air space and borders against the inevitable onslaught. With their nuclear scientists in the pockets of the West, only conventional warfare was possible. Two Western-led nuclear strikes on Beijing and Shanghai, and the job was done. By 2024, the new world order was established. Not that much changed: war, famine and poverty continued unabated as did human suffering.
Simon Hayne had personally overseen the interrogation and torture of hundreds of officials and their families during the China Seas War and once fully ensconced in the Harrington web, there was no turning back. He knew he had to serve the elite for the rest of his days. Any attempt to leave or to confess to the many war crimes he had personally committed, would result in his immediate assassination and he was not yet ready for the big sleep. He knew deep in his heart that something had to be done, that some recompense was necessary to save his soul and the dreams he had been having recently confirmed this. Strange, vivid dreams that something big was coming and an overwhelming feeling of love, compassion and forgiveness that would stay with him throughout the next day, only to be repeated again, night after night. Simon had never experienced love, he had never allowed himself to fall in love and as an orphan, raised in a children's home, he had never felt the unconditional love of a mother. But somehow, every night, love was his, to submit to and to keep. It was addictive and compelling with the message repeating over and over in his head. "We love you and we are coming."