Truthseekers (24 page)

“Get him up, John,” Chant finished and nodded at John.

John held out his left hand to help Leon Gills up from the floor. Gills looked at it for some time and thought better of it, yet he felt he should comply unless John struck out again. So Leon reached his hand out to John who took his hand by the fingers, bending them all the way back until they snapped in one solid punch. Leon Gills screamed out in agony, but it was to no avail. Not only could he not be heard by anyone outside this office, John then flipped his wrist with the strength of an ox and again there was a loud snap. Gills screamed in agony and the sheer adrenalin of the pain that shot through his whole body. John grabbed his receding hair and wrenched it back, opening Gills’ mouth and with his own broken hand grabbed Gills’ tie and stuffed it hard into the opening to muffle the screams.

Chant spoke: “Leon, you must be careful. You had a nasty fall. Now get yourself off to hospital, get fixed up and get back to work. If you contact Rizotto in any way again we will perform the same action on your wife and children. Do you understand?”

Leon looked up, a beaten man, tears rolling down his cheeks, his arm and fingers distorted and crippled. He simply nodded, his spirit broken. John hauled him up by the coat and pushed him out the door.

Leon Gills’ body started shaking uncontrollably and he only just made it to the lift. It was at that point he knew he would never talk to Rocko Rizotto again.

In the house of Phillip Glenville’s sister everyone rose around 8.00am. Rizotto showered and Abbey rebandaged his wound. He was feeling ok, given the ordeal. Stacey was in the kitchen helping Phillip cook some waffles and David was wondering what he would do next. Obviously, these people were connected to Leon Gills in some way, yet they appeared at the ancient civilizations event, so they must have something to do with that as well. After breakfast he decided he should go take a look at the museum display whilst the others rested up. Phillip helped David change his appearance slightly with some glasses and a wig and a professor suit tweed jacket he wore in a film once. David thought it unnecessary, as no
one would be expecting him there, yet the others assured him he should roll with it. Abbey would not accompany him; she would wait outside and if there was any trouble she would be right there for him.

The museum visit went well. David had most of the place to himself, save the few school groups that wandered through looking disinterested and teasing various of their group about how much they looked like old Indians, or bears. David was able to spend a good two hours inside and by the time he and Abbey came back to Phillip’s sister’s home in Park Avenue, he had come to some reasonable conclusions. With piping hot coffee and a few bagels they had picked up on the way back, David started the meeting by seeking some information from Rocko.

“Did you get a hold of Leon, Rocko?” David enquired.

“Not at all,” the half-man half-tank responded, eloquently chewing a second bagel as he responded. “I tried several times and they just kept fobbing me off. I rang his mobile as well and it kept going to voicemail. Maybe he just has a busy day.”

“I doubt that,” chimed in Abbey. “If you left messages he would have surely texted you. Stacey, see what you can dig up.” Stacey immediately began tapping her fingers onto the keyboard of the secure computer given to her by the Eagle.

Phillip was allowed to sit in on the meeting and he was alert on the end of the couch. He hadn’t even noticed that Rocko was ignoring him. Rocko on the other hand was fidgeting, believing he was at least subconsciously annoying Phillip. Stacey just seemed to have eyes for Phillip. “How can she type and keep staring at that guy?” thought Rocko. The room was well lit from the midday sun and New York could be heard bustling its way through the day outside.

“I managed to find some things at the museum,” David continued. “And thanks to my professor disguise a few kids even asked me questions. I think a few of them will fail exams now because of my answers.” He continued: “Anyway, the symbol on that picture with the God King and the two men with their hands held out is the Triskelion
and it’s blue… a blue tripartite, as Ghost Wolf said. It symbolises many things, but we know it as the holy trinity, which over time became the father, the son and the holy ghost. In fact it represents many things, but that derivative is not true, it is in fact the father, mother and child. That is also the symbol of divine alchemy. Surrounding it was the sun, with thirteen stars, yet one of those stars was inside the sun.”

David look out the window and ran his hand back through his hair before continuing.

“It took me ages to work it out, I couldn’t get it, but on the way back here passing a maternity hospital I remembered seeing that depiction before.” David passed around photos on his phone of the piece that Black had donated to the museum. Few would ever realise its significance. The piece showed a man with a long beard sitting in a chair. Below him and much smaller than him were two kneeling men with their hands held out. Above them in the sky was a strange symbol: the Triskelion. The sky also depicted a sun with the thirteen stars, including one directly in the sun. The inscription spoke of divine alchemy, yet at one point said:

That which is chosen will come to pass.

David continued: “You see the two people are asking God for alchemy, a change in the world. The stars represent the actual birthing process. It’s not one lucky sperm that breaks through an egg. During a woman’s fertility thirteen sperm surround an egg. Twelve of them shake the egg, and roll around it, the one sits back and awaits the right moment and then enters the egg. This is what this picture represents. Although it’s 4500 years old it speaks of a divine birth. I believe it is that of Jesus Christ, the one who was chosen to create a path. The Triskelion talks of the fact that there would be a child, always a child. I don’t see that child as Jesus only. I feel that there is always a child. The information of the Knights Templar passed down through the ages from mouth to ear. They protected that child and the Church had hidden that child’s identity ever since its formation by Constantine in 326 AD. The popes knew about it. It links with the runes we found.”

It was now that Rocko had finished his bagel, taken a sip of coffee and wiped his mouth that he decided he had no idea what David was talking about.

“Dude, just give it to me straight. What the hell is going on and why is everyone taking pot shots at us? These are some very heavy dudes and if I’m going to be stabbed I would like to know why.”

David drew a breath and flicked some of his straggly hair off his forehead.

“Team, what better way to control the Earth than to make up the greatest story of all time and instil fear into everyone if they didn’t comply. Almost two thousand years ago, Constantine changed all the gospels, which simply meant ‘good story’. He ditched 48 books of the Bible, which have now turned up in the Qumran scrolls found about sixty years ago but only recently released to the public. Constantine’s changes made Jesus the son of God, a deity and someone to be worshipped and if you didn’t pay the Church, turn up and give you were going to hell, down in flames and eternal damnation. It simply wasn’t like that before Constantine changed it. He created the Dark Ages, which went on for over 500 years.” David took a sip of his coffee. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Abbey’s admiration and pursing rosy lips. He could have stopped right then and kissed her, but he thought better of it.

“Then in the 1200s the Templars were formed. Originally they were on side with the Church, and they were sent on crusades to Jerusalem and the Middle East to find other things. At that stage there were two popes: Innocent II and Anacletus. My belief and Stacey’s research clearly shows the head of the Templars as friendly with Innocent II. I believe he asked De Payan to hide a great secret that the Church had known all along, the birth and bloodline of Jesus’ child, a girl as depicted on the hooked X, used even by Columbus in his signature. Remember Columbus sailed under the Templar Cross. In 1314 after De Molay, head of the Templars, was burned at the stake, the rest had fled. The Church was in tatters and trying to regain control because the Templars
had simply become so powerful. At the time they had loans out to the Church, kings and queens and governments.”

David smiled back at Abbey and went on.

“It was at that point the Templars dispersed, some becoming pirates, flying under the skull and crossbones, one of their most sacred symbols, coming right from the inscriptions of the way the Pharaohs of Egypt were buried. We know they went to America on the 33
^rd
parallel (like 33
^rd
degree masonry) following what was written in the king-making secrets of Egypt. We know they had the knowledge of the Minoans about sailing great distances, yet we don’t know if the bloodline still exists. But yet that piece of art, previously unknown and held by a private collector until now, gave me a clue. It said:
That which is chosen will come to pass.
I believe that time is now and we have stumbled on it. We know that their power will wane. We are at least one step ahead of them, or else we would all be dead. We are in this game and we have to finish it. There is no out.” David took up his coffee and again smiled across at Abbey, who walked over and kissed him on his forehead.

“Guys, I am in this way late, so I have no idea who you are talking about. Who are these controllers you think run stuff, and what does it matter anyway?” Phillip Glenville had been silent up to then. Apart from brushing his constantly falling hair from his eyes with Stacey fluttering from her laptop and Rocko thinking “Why doesn’t he just cut it?”, Glenville had said nothing. David took Abbey’s hand and she now knelt beside him.

“Phillip, in the late 1700s in Europe a very smart individual got alongside many rich and influential people including the Church, which was quite surprising, as he was Jewish. This individual then had seven sons whom he sent to the corners of the Earth, as it was known at that stage, and over time they learnt that to have control was to control information. They did so and during one night, through what is now known as insider trading, they created the biggest misinformation about the London Stock Exchange. People panicked and in one day the market hit a bottom that made the 1929 crash look like a blip. In that moment
they and their friends bought everything and became the super wealthy. They literally became trillionaires overnight.”

Glenville scratched the stubble on his chin as David went on.

“Ever since then they have controlled everything, from wars to genocides to the flow of money around the planet. They use the Church as their front, yet without Jesus in his current image everything would fall apart. People would cease to believe what they had been told overnight and the people of the world would take back their power. That’s who they are and that is why they have to control and stop us. We are talking about the people who have perpetrated the greatest lie in history.”

Stacey had stopped typing. The clickety clack had ceased. It had become a soothing rhythm to the unfolding of their conversation and now the individuals in the room looked across at her. Her mouth was open and she was fixed to the screen.

“What is it, Stace?” Rocko asked first

Stacey took a deep breath and looked up from her screen

“It’s Chief Ghost Wolf. He’s been murdered while giving a speech.”

31

David immediately found the remote for the TV and in an instant the big 55-inch LCD had come alive and he was scanning the channels. It didn’t take long and he was on one of the news stations that broadcast 24-hour news from all over the globe. The announcer was saying that 92-year-old Chief Ghost Wolf, one of the most sacred elders of the Hopi tribe, had been gunned down while giving a speech a few hours earlier at the second day of meetings of the tribes on an island in Lake Superior near the Canadian border. Viewers were warned to use their discretion as the following footage was violent.

The screen clicked over to a frail but empowered Ghost Wolf.

“People of the nations. We have long been disassociated from our friends the Chippewa yet today is a pivotal day in the history of the tribes. Many years ago I was ostracised and blamed for things I did not do. The result was that we separated and through this separation a great kindred was lost for over twenty years. It is only now that I have discussed with Lone Bear, great Chief of the Chippewa, that which passed. I will now release a knowledge that affects all mankind the world over. It is something that I have known about and held in the strictest of sacred confidence of my ancestors my whole life. Today I am going to share with the world what that information is.”

At that a shot was fired and Ghost Wolf clutched his chest. You could see the old man thrown back with the inertia, yet with a sense of calm on his face as if he knew. The whole episode was so current for Stacey and the others, with different angles, close-ups, slow and almost static motion. It was all David could do not to turn the television off, yet he had to know what had happened. Finally the screen went blank. The reporter then came back on.

“Chief Ghost Wolf died immediately at the scene and three men were taken into custody. All three were reporters covering the event.” The team didn’t need to know any more. The screen showed a clip of Brian Altin and two others familiar to Abbey and David in handcuffs.

“Shit,” said Abbey. “I should have fed them to the fish.”

“You know these men?” Rocko was up on his feet starting to pace

“We do.” David stood as well. “These were the ones that attacked us. Brian Altin was one of them and he’s connected to one of the families. I must call Lone Bear.”

Abbey went to the window and stared out at the bustle of Park Avenue below. She had failed. She didn’t think they were that dangerous, just boffins. Where did they get the gun? she wondered. David had his hand on her shoulder. Stacey was busy getting David the phone number of Lone Bear. Rocko paced the room stretching and seeing what his body could do, despite the wound. Phillip remained seated and looked across at Stacey with a half smile on his face trying to be cheery.