Driver, T. C. (16 page)

“That is a good example of false religion taking control away from true science. The insulating foam kept falling off the main fuel tank only AFTER NASA was forced to change the glue. The shuttle worked just fine for years with the original glue. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out. Humanist priests, an ungodly religion calling themselves environmentalists, took control. They forced NASA to stop using a powerful model airplane glue mixed with super glue and forced them to use an Elmer's “kid safe' glue instead to save the gnats in the everglades. Everybody knew the foam would fall off and very likely destroy the shuttle, but the REAL scientists were not in control anymore. False religion now rules America and lies are most often believed, false data, nonsense theories and dishonesty is the mainstream.
 
This rebellion against God against his will, his works, his wind, and against his Holy Bible now leads America toward poverty and death!”

“You
do
know my giant, Mel! That sounds just like him!”

“How many times in your last century has dishonest, false science fooled everybody with fraud, lies and deceit?” Mel asked me. “Darwin proved right, the missing link found, or global warming proved with new data? Then, shortly later, in small print, the true facts are told. Both of those theories are laughably insane and believed only by false religion, not science. The false religion of humanism, or 'man is good; evolving into a god' and not needing a redeemer. Beware this is all work of the dark angel. The very words he spoke in the Garden of Eden to Eve. Cornelius, all of Psychology is false science. Their over-selling of dangerous drugs and excusing ungodliness in treating depression and the massive drugging of school kids today is just as sick as any ancient pagan, primitive culture of medicine men. Science has lost, not gained, ground in many areas. This is a crime against the congregation. Money is always spent on worthless and harmful medicine just to make the medicine men wealthy. Every ten years or so, a real, honest scientist does test these drugs, and these invented diseases. Yes, most doctors know that no anti-depression medicine ever prescribed has ever beat mild exercise for effectiveness in any double blind study. What does the Holy Bible say? Yes, that even the profit of exercise is small.” Mel took off his hat and popped it with his fist! “Listen, carefully, Cornelius. You seem to focus on world leaders; remember this fact. The king is never the root. They come in pairs, always with a false front. The leader or king has a priest behind him. Very near or beside this priest hides the great angel, evil works as of a mirror; a copy of the ways of God! Let's say Moses and Aaron of God. In this world, it would be President Osoma and Pastor Wright. Always look for the hidden priest, Cornelius. We fight not against flesh and blood. Nor do we live just for our own short season. We fight against municipalities and power of a hidden, larger world. Be not fooled!”

“Mel, please, what about the number twenty-six and the circle of fifths? I don't get all that math stuff.”

Mel grabbed a pen. “Time is short. I will tell you a story, Cornelius that may help you. I will have to speak fast.”

“Jesus and his disciples rent a room for dinner. Judas gets there early to pay the man. He brings only thirty pieces of silver with him. A piece of sliver is worth $10.00, so he has $300.00. You like that dollar touch, don't you?” he laughed. “Being the first to get there, the man tells Judas to take a number. He is number one and the menu says $12.00 per person. The disciples were each to bring a guest to meet Jesus. Judas had figured up in his head; $144.00 for the twelve disciples and $144.00 for the guests is $288.00 plus $12.00 for Jesus, a total of thirty pieces of silver.”

“Now the man tells him to pay a $1.00 cover charge each, plus the $12.00 for the meal. Judas pays the dollar cover charge for himself and is angry. He can not pay the price of the meal for himself or his guest (the devil). The disciples start arriving. Judas tells each of them how much they will owe the treasury. Add up your number and the number of your guest sitting across from you and pay that amount. Jesus, of course, pays his number also. The group piles into the room for dinner. All eager to eat with Jesus! What is the bill each disciple pays?

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“Jesus is King, number 13. The bill is always $26.00, the center ball or sphere. Twelve disciples are the twelve points around the center. A deck of cards is a mockery, a reflection or imitation of the ways of God; the
  
creation of God!”

“Balls, Mel? Go over that part!”

“Ok” said Mel. Mel uses seven olives left on the platter. “Take a billiard ball and set it on the pool table. Now place six around it. Just like the straws of the Space Station, these balls will always form a 'perfect' seven with one ball at perfect center. Now, cover the perfect center ball with more balls. This will take three on the top and three on the bottom. It will always take twelve balls to perfectly surround the center ball. Only one can be King! Look around your world, Cornelius. Why did they get rid of the thirteenth month in the calendar? Look at the clock, the zodiac. Don't be fooled, Cornelius! We don't have time to build the pyramids with balls. Quickly now! Add up the numbers one by one across the table. For example
  
2+4+2=8 and 2+3+3=8. Note always eight, the number for money. Now add in the bill amount; 26. When the bill is paid, the numbers now add up to seven! The perfect number! 2+4+2=8+2=10+6=16=7. Praise God our bill has been paid, Cornelius! Remember, only one head; only one king, only one way. Goodbye for now, Cornelius. Your own season awaits you! Beware, Cornelius!”

The sound of the osprey craft coming again to the high rock could be heard in the distance. We both prayed once again. When I opened my eyes, I was once again alone. My wine and tray of cheese sticks were also gone. Thank you Lord for sending this man Mel across the seasons, so that he could teach me. I know I'm not very smart or very good, Amen. I could hear my giant laughing and saying, 'You speak the truth, Cornelius! His laughter echoed across the rock as the osprey craft landed again in a cloud of dust.

On the way back, guide E. B. Cane was an overbearing ass as usual. He tried to charge me full price for two junkets at ten thousand dollars each. We had a group of Japanese government officials on the plane this time. At least there was no 'Madame Secretary' to put up with. The Japanese did break out in a few girly man fights, so I stayed to myself.

Walking out of the big, fancy, downtown hotel in Sydney, I wondered.
Just how many hotels did Jediah Emin Patel and his uncle own did they even know?
It sure was great to stroll along the harbor. From the big hotel, I could see the Great Ark in the distance, seemingly hovering over the town. Now, I was much closer and it was hidden from my sight. Walking along the waterfront, my eyes beheld one of the most beautiful sailing yachts I'd ever seen. It was anchored beside a pier in the harbor. On its stern was written the name WINDY. That's what I need, I thought to myself. I'd sail away on the wind and forget about making things right with Joe Coe, Sarah or the Great Ark. On the big sail boat loud music was playing. A tall man with a drink in his hand was waving at me. As the cool evening harbor breeze hit me in the face, I looked up and saw the dark outline of the Great Ark in full view now. It looked too big; even out of place. Stubbornness took control. I would not run. I would not waver. I would have my peace with all of them, one way or another. I saluted First Seaman's Mate Billy Sparks as I walked up the ramp onto the Great Ark. Some days later, we slowly inched out of the narrow harbor channel, through the reef, and out into open sea. We were now loaded down with cargo containers on main and flight deck.
 
This was a strange looking sight, but, still no sign of Captain Joe Coe.

About a half day up the coast, moving very slow the ship must have been close to, or off the coast of Coe's estate. The college students and some more eager-beaver, kiss-ass departments were up on deck in dress whites. All to salute and empress our Captain as he came back on board. News came to me by friendly crew members, not from my ship phone, computer, officer’s mail or official text. Sarah, Haley, Blair and the other four women had all had enough of Joe's big boat. The Coe women were all sitting on eggs or nursing young. The nesting instinct was in full bloom in Coe-ville. The gals had all stayed home. I dressed for dinner that evening and arrived in the officer’s mess 'just in time' as the bell rang with not a second to spare. I sat down across from Sarah's old seat, now taken up by Chief of Staff Friday. Old Captain Coe was polite and courteous during dinner. The roast beef was delicious. Coe toasted my return from the dead in front of all his other pilots seated at the long, head table. Unk was back. So was Duck. Both men sat at the far end of the table. Unk I very much wanted to talk to. After dinner, I made it to my cabin without any trouble. I took off my dress white top coat and headed out on a mission to find Unk, the ole’ Russian weasel.
 
Just as I opened my cabin door in flowed a red-faced Captain Coe with Friday and two other faithful disciples pushing me backwards. Joe was screaming mad and his blood vessels looked kind of funny.

“Don't think for one minute that you're family now, asshole. That kid's only thirty-three years old! You could have gotten her killed in that 'has been' old stunt of yours. Do you have any idea the hell and grief I took over my family getting that type of world-wide publicity?” He waved his disciples outside with a hand gesture. “I ought to kill you my own damn self and save the committee money. My Sarah would not give up her baby. I told her to be patient that another, more suitable man would soon be along. There is still a hit out on you, Cornelius. Not from me, but from the Elders. As soon as we reach International waters, I can legally have you shot or hung without a trial. Hanging is still not out of the question. You might get another hearing, man. How should I know? I'm just the Captain, the guy in charge around here. I don't need your kind of trouble on this ship. Don't you ever make me look
  
that bad again? How did an idiot like you, of all people, end up with an Elder on his side? Living next door at his nephew's palace, traveling with them, that is absolutely unbelievable. My own uncle was a long term board member before he died! I'm in charge! And I've never met an Elder or his family! Hell, nobody I know has! Goldwater was right. You're more trouble than you're worth. Thank God my Sarah found another one.”

“Another one,” I thought to my self out loud
.

“Yes, and saved me from having you as a damn son-in-law, for God's sake!” He paused, red faced.

I was silent. Then I smiled grabbed Joe's hand and shook it. “Thanks, Dad! I'll be ready for work in the morning, you and the good Lord both willing!”

There was a silent stare-down between us. It lasted less than thirty seconds, but it seemed like forever. Joe grimaced and saluted half-heartedly without speaking. As I returned his salute, he turned and slammed the door behind him. I could hear Captain Coe shouting orders at his disciples while storming up the high port walkway from my cabin.

I have a way with people, it’s a gift really. To know me is to love me. Well, almost, (ha-ha) and so started my South Sea island adventure aboard the Great Ark!

The famous Easter Island was the next stop for our ship. Instead of airplanes, (they were stored away or blocked in) we had cargo containers stacked everywhere. Most of these large tractor trailer size shipping containers were going to the Hawaiian Islands. The ship's crew could still get some ultra-lights above, and all of seaplanes below. The Ark carried only half the amount of students, one hundred or so elderly passengers and the 'pig tails', as I called them. These Rabbis or Holy men were given the first class women's section of the ship. I heard that the cargo containers to Hawaii paid very well and we were, after all, a private Navy. No military foolishness or waste.

The second night at sea, I had a long talk with Unk and Duck (Marshall Moore) and Steve (Suicide) Miller, his nick-name attributed to his odd tattoo art and his 'suicide' flying style. It was Unk that had stowed me away on a big Russian transport plane back to India. Unk had me arrested as a foreign John Doe drunk driver. He had been so close to the hotel blast back in Thailand that he was also burned. That fact got him pissed off enough at the company to want to help me! Sarah was living in the Coe family compound in Australia next door to Blair and the four other women. Sarah was very happy with her new husband. He was a pro ball player named Aaron B. Cohen. Their baby's name was Aaron Cornelius Cohen. No old fool could ask for much more than that, I thought. If you're 'gonna be dumb, you better be tough'. That's redneck, not the Holy Bible (ha-ha). I was glad and relieved that no B44s or B48s were being flown on this leg of the trip. To tell the truth, I was scared, uneasy and often could not sleep. It sure felt good to be Holiness. I thanked God every night. I praised the name of Jesus, our risen savior constantly.