Armageddon Rise Of The New World Order (2 page)

The young Turner continued. “Even Harvard and Yale are known for their Masonic fraternity the “skull and bones” also they have the “scroll and key….”

“Mr. Turner” Ms Johansson’s pale face was now turning a dark red.

And still Darion Turner did not relent. “….who link directly to the Jason society and the Illuminati.”

“Mr. Darion Turner, this is a world history class, your conspiracy theories have no place here.”

“But Ms. Johansson it’s all…”

“B.S.”  “You’re just like your brother was when he was in this class always going on about some great conspiracy, or bigfoot, or aliens; as if there is any historical reference to aliens.”

Darion was a bit more tentative this time. “Actually…”

Ms. Johansson was now infuriated. “Enough! One more of your wild theories Mr. Turner and you will be taking this again class next term.”

Darion bit his lip and just nodded. “Yes ma’am”

Darion Turner always ran into confrontations with his teachers, specifically the professors of religion and history. The arguments never bothered Darion, he actually enjoyed them. His theory was that most teachers ignorantly closed their minds to anything new presented to them that they didn’t already know, specifically if brought by a student. Nathan used to call it intelligence versus experience the ongoing battle between the young and old who both think they know it all.

As Darion was leaving class he noticed a petite brunette with long hair and green eyes standing to the side eyeing him intensely. As he approached cautiously the primary thought crossing his mind was what did I do this time.

“Hey sweetie.”   

Almost immediately after he finished his greeting he got punched…hard right in the center of his chest. As he wheezed from the unexpected power of the 5’2” 108lb juggernaut he suddenly remembered something about a date last night.

She began…” You know I just don’t get you. You chased me, you came after me and now that you have me all you do is ignore me.”

As Darion rubbed his chest he made a cautious expression and said “Uh, it’s….the chase that’s so much fun?”

Candice’s arm went back but Darion was ready for her this time. He stepped in close lightly grabbing her wrist and putting his other arm around her waist quickly trying to correct his error.

“Baby, you know I’m just playing, I chased you because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I would have regretted every day of my life if I had not at least tried to make you my own.” As the red began to appear on Candice’s cheeks she turned her head and defiantly replied “Whatever.” Darion let go of her wrist and slowly turned her head. He affectionately gave her a small kiss and continued to smooth things over, he was almost safe…almost.

“Girl do you know how jealous the guys are that you’re mine?”

He looked in her eyes. Inwardly he thanked his elder brother for the lessons in the art of the silver tongue. “I'll make it up to you”

Candice eyed him, she knew he was playing her with that charm of his but she didn’t care. She always enjoyed watching him try and wiggle his way out of trouble.

Candice calmed a little then asked Darion “So where were you last night anyway?”

Darion spoke before he thought an all too common flaw in the male genome. “Oh nothing, me and Jason went to a MUFON convention.” Candice knew she was going to regret her next question “What is a MUFON Darion?”

Once again Darion quickly responded without thinking. “Mutual UFO network.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Darion knew he should have said something about a car accident, hospital or deathbed….not UFO’s. Candice turned red again, but not because she was flattered. “You! You stood me up for some STUPID flying saucier club!”

Darion stuttered “I, …baby,….I uh”

Candice scowled “You’re all the same” With that she stormed off.

From just inside the doorway to the classroom Jason, Darion’s best friend overheard everything and was smiling intently as he stepped from his place of concealment. “You do have a way with the ladies.”

Darion rubbed his hand thru his thick sandy blond hair as he turned to face his friend. “She’ll get over it; I’ll send her some flowers or something.”

Jason raised his eyebrows with an expression of contained laughter at his friend’s predicament. “You know things were looking good before you told her where we were last night; I think you enjoy digging those holes of yours.”

Darion grinned. “C’mon J.T. half the fun is digging yourself back out.”

Jason responded “Humph, last time I tried digging myself out I got kicked back in and buried!”

Darion cocked his head and gave Jason a look a father might give to his inexperienced son and slowly replied “Yes but while I may be in the hole for something trivial, you are in the hole for trying to have sex with two girls at the same time.” Darion shook his head “Her sister man really.”

Jason puffed out his chest as he inadvertently stroked his thin mustache. ”C’mon I almost had a three-way …that one time.”

Darion looked skeptical “Yea you mean the time you got to 2
nd
base with your girlfriend while her cousin was passed out drunk in the bed next to you, well that doesn’t count. Plus there’s more to life than just sex you know.”

Jason’s mouth just fell open as if he had just been told he had a week to live. “More to life than sex….we’re in our prime here, were in the motherland of, of …parties, and wet t- shirt competitions and spring break and girls going wild and you tell me …you tell me there’s more to life than sex!”

Darion thought to himself for a minute then said “Maybe you should just get a sexbot.”

Jason shook his head. “No, No those things give me the creeps.”

They laughed. But in his heart Darion knew there was more, not just to sex but to everything, women, school, and life. Darion knew something worldly was coming, something that would change the face of our planet forever. He had researched too much; he had delved too deep into the abyss of our world’s history and religion. Nathan opened his eyes to the revelations of the world, to its forbidden secrets….and Darion would never let them close again.

Darion remembered the last time he had talked with his brother; it was three months ago, Darion was calling his brother from Switzerland to confirm what he already knew to be true.  

August 28, 2038

“Nathan I’ve seen it! This year’s Bilderberger convention is in Geneva.”

Nathan responded with less enthusiasm. “I told you that.”

Darions voice pitch raised as his enthusiasm showed. “Yes but for once I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“Not too close I hope.” Nathan said knowing all too well the evil those men will go to preserve their secrets. Darion responded in a condescending tone. “You’ve taught me better, I’m not that stupid.” Nathan breathed a little easier “Look little bro I hate to cut this short but I’m working on an important case.” Darion simply stated “Murder, rapist, or pedophile?”

Nathan answered flatly. “All of the above.”

Darion like most people didn’t like to think of the multitude of monsters surrounding us, he abruptly returned back to the original subject. “I’m going to France next to see some of the suspected Grail locations.” Nathans demeanor was the complete opposite of his brothers. “Good luck.” Darion was disheartened by his brothers less than enthusiastic response. “Good luck? I call you all the way from Europe to tell you I’m seeking the truth first hand and all you can say is good luck.”

Nathan was like a laser beam focused on the task at hand. “I’m busy looking for the criminals of today not the conspirators of yesterday”

Darion grew angry. “You know as well as I do that these people are still in operation and that their plans will affect all of us.”

Nathan got more abrupt. “Maybe, maybe not, regardless I don’t have time for conspiracies in every facet of the world anymore, I have a life to live. Maybe the president is just the president and not a member of the Illuminati, either way I don’t have the time to care.”

Darion knew no one who knew more or believed more in the New World Order than his brother and hearing him talk as if it was all make believe angered Darion and that anger was evident in his tone. “How can you say that? With what you know…” Darion’s tone dropped tremendously. “…After what you’ve seen?”

Nathan was the one who was shouting now. “I’ve seen nothing! You understand! Never mention that again. I have a job, a purpose I’m fulfilling now. Something more important than secret societies and aliens!!! I don’t want to hear it anymore! No Masons, no Grail, no Mary Magdalene, no Illuminati, no Armageddon and NO NEW WORLD ORDER!”

With that Nathan prematurely ended the conversation with a press on the end call button hard enough to crack his screen. What Darion was unaware of was that his brother knew what was coming; even more so than Darion. He felt it in his gut like so many others. He knew and so he pulled the wool over his own eyes by immersing himself in his work, the only work that could take his mind away from the future he believed was coming…..The work of chasing monsters.

Journal #2

All over the United States lay deep underground bases, some the public knows of, but most they do not. Area 51, Aura Colorado and Mount Weather in Bluemont Virginia are just a few of the known. Other countries have similar bases but few have the number of the United States. In the U.S. the general public is told these are for protection of the President, government etc in case of some natural disaster or terrorist attack and indeed a few are, if it were not for the large size and number of these bases few would take notice, but many have taken notice and a few have taken it upon themselves to investigate these sites. Speculation to the purpose of these bases range from underground alien bases, weapons depots, the top secret development of new technology and even a backup form of government complete with all three branches as well as a President and cabinet. But the most probable reason for these massive underground bases is for the elite to survive, the predetermined few who run the world through secrecy, lies and vows to each other instead of to the countries they represent, have been preparing for a large scale catastrophic event. Whether you believe in ghosts, Armageddon, God, extraterrestrials or the end of the world is irrelevant. The underground bases exist and the so-called elite are preparing for something. The important thing to understand is that to these people we are nothing more than cattle that are beneath them. I implore you to take the word of no one, not a priest, not a government official, and certainly not this journal or any other writings pertaining to this subject. Research every facet of your life and decide for yourself. I wonder how many Jews, Muslims and Christians have actually researched their own religion. Most believe what they have been taught…. by man, man is fallible; man is corrupted by wealth and power. Would you denounce your faith to save your child’s life? I have challenged myself at every possible point by opening my mind to the fact that what I have been taught may not be entirely accurate. I know my faith and after searching myself and researching the history of many religions I know that the only truth lies in my heart.

                                                                          Nathan Turner

“The study of knowledge to gain wisdom is divine; the worship of knowledge to gain power is the essence of evil.”   NT                                        

Chapter 2: “The profile of a monster”

There are many secret societies, the Masons, the Jesuits, the Rosecrucians, the Order of the Quest, the Bilderburg Group, the Priory de Sion, the JASON group, the Qabbalah, the Skull and Bones and the Open and Friendly Society of the Vatican are just a few of the many. Many of these secret societies have a very select few at its higher levels who are considered enlightened or illuminated and therefore represent the Illuminati the oldest and most powerful of all secret societies. In an undisclosed subterranean base the highest of the Illuminati, the elite of the elite are meeting to discuss plans for a one-world government.

A dark figure stands in a corner covered by shadow, a bodyguard, one of only three allowed in this meeting. His duty is to protect “The Prince”. At 5’09” 175 pounds the bodyguard was not a physically imposing figure, but anyone who made the mistake of underestimating him did not survive long. He stood silently in the shadows watching a meeting of the most powerful men in the world. Old, pretentious white males mostly that he could crush at any moment…he listened as they discussed the fate of the world.

“Europe?” the Prince asked.

Several voices answered one after another. “Eastern Europe is ready my Prince, there will be minimal dissent.”

“The United Kingdom is ready my prince.”

The Prince turned his head to face the other side of the cold black marble table. ”Russian and Asian territories?”

In unison came the reply in two very different accents “Ready sir.”

The Prince then turned to face the man directly to his right. He looked on a man in his late 40’s, a man who represented the most powerful and dangerous region in the world, dangerous specifically to plans of a one-world government.