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  Archie moved the conversation to a different subject and asked about the Secret Societies. He had a basic understanding, but that was it; basic. He wanted to know more. What are they doing? Why are they doing it? How are they doing it? He had questions that needed answers.

  “From the intelligence we managed to get from the drone,” Blondie started, “it was apparent that the Illuminati was initially set up for the purposes of good, to put an end to the darkness of slavery and deprivation that had engulfed the human race. They were making great strides in achieving their goal when the Draco first appeared. Even after their capitulation to the reptilians, they tried to warn of impending disasters and false flag events. They did it through, what has now become known in conspiracy circles, as Predictive Programming; they would have an article published in newspapers or magazines, that would relate to the upcoming event. It was subtle, it couldn’t be obvious. They couldn’t just say, “this is going to happen on this date”. They had to do it in such a way as it could be construed as fiction or fact. They still do it now, but not with the same intent. Now they do it as a means of showing off their power to their reptilian overlords while rubbing it in the faces of the masses. Their intentions have changed over the past century or so. They no longer try to warn of the events, but rather celebrate them”

  “But how?” Archie asked. “How do they do this?”

  “A good way to put it would be… Problem, Reaction, Solution.” Blondie paused for a moment’s thought before speaking again. “They create a problem, let’s say, a false flag terrorist event; that’s the Problem. Then they await the public’s Reaction, which will be to call out for the government to protect them, usually by any means necessary, even if it includes breaching civil rights and privacy laws. Then they provide the Solution; Laws and Rules that will gain the Secret Society even more power and greater control over the population.

  “You need to remember that this has nothing to do with money; they own the worlds banking systems and could print all the money they want. This is about control and power. Nothing more. They need to control the people of Earth to stay in line with the orders to their Draconian masters. This New World Order that the puppets of Earth’s governments are trying to push through is actually a Draconian decree. No Planet or race of Beings can enter the Galactic Alliance without being a unified world. By forcing Earth into the one world government, they have the option to promote the acceptance of the human race into the Alliance; a human race that they control. That gives them another ally in Alliance matters. Albeit, a forced ally, but an ally nonetheless.”

  Archie chewed on that information for a few minutes. It all made sense. He had long suspected that the current drive for anti-terrorism laws was really a way for the elites to gain more control. Be it by tapping phone lines and internet communications, to putting innocent people into prisons. Hell, even prisons were a for-profit business nowadays. If you were a conspiracy theorist who was close to the truth, the elite would know everything about your life, and they could use that information to discredit or even imprison you to keep you quiet. He had watched plenty of supposed terrorist attacks on the news and saw that the narrative being portrayed didn’t line up with what he was seeing. He’d seen the injuries being shown on TV that didn’t even look real. They looked as though they were faked. And every time one of these events took place, a new law would be proposed, one that took another little bit of freedom away from the people. Maybe, just maybe, the Pleiadian was telling the truth.

  “You mention the banking system, I’ve heard that it’s rigged, is that true?” Archie had seen several documentaries showing how the system was doomed to fail but he couldn’t remember the details.

  “It is as you say, rigged. Governments do not own the money that is in circulation. Actually, we shouldn’t use the term money at all; the notes are no more than Promissory, rather than actual money. It even says so on the note itself. Although the banks state they are Nationalised, they are not. They are in point of fact, private corporations, who loan currency to their respective governments, but they do it with interest that can never be repaid.”

  “Wait, what do you mean, can’t be repaid?”

  “Okay, so we’ll keep the sum small, but you’ll get the idea. The government needs to use currency to run their country, so they go to the British bank and ask for a loan. The bank says fine here is one million pounds, but in three years you need to repay the loan with two hundred thousand pound interest. The government agree and takes the loan. Now, three years pass and the bank calls in the debt, so the government tries to get the million back from circulation, but they can’t, and even if they could, it wouldn’t matter, because how can they pay the interest?”

  “Well, they… can’t.” It dawned on him. “The two hundred thousand pounds never existed, so it could never be paid back.”

  “Precisely. Now the government borrows more currency to not only repay the interest on the original loan but also to keep enough in circulation to run the country. Do you see? They have created a system whereby they cause an ever-increasing amount of debt. It’s fixed in such a way that the banking elite can, and often do cause planned economic crashes as and when they need to by pushing up interest and inflation rates.” Blondie paused. “That means that by these banks being in control of a nation’s currency, they control that nation. It’s also worth noting that approximately 98 per cent of the world’s banks are owned by only a handful of families. They conspire with elites from other industries and the world's royalty to formulate the plans for humanity.”

  The conversation had been interesting, but it was getting heavy again. The pair had been talking for hours, and it had started to get dark as day gave way to night. It was time to have a break and digest it all over a brew. As Archie finished pouring the tea, a car pulled up on the other side of the road, next to the van. It was the thieving site manager. Archie got up to meet him before he could get out of his car. The driver’s window opened, and the thief said that he was going home for the night and that he was leaving the gate unlocked so that Archie and Blondie could stay until their pick up arrived. The only proviso was that they had to shut up shop when they left. With that, the man was on his merry way… fifty quid richer.

  13

  Fishing Lake

  A428, Between Birmingham and Luton

  England

  The crappy phone started ringing at about 6.45pm. Archie looked at the display and saw that it was the same number that Joey had used earlier. He answered but said nothing.

  “Allo?” it was Jeff.

  “All right, Jeff, where are you?” he asked.

  “We’re about two miles from the services.” Jeff’s tone made it was clear that he was nervous.

  “Okay, mate. Good,” Archie said. “Don’t bother pulling in. I want you to meet me just outside the town of Crick. To be precise, a fishing lake, just off the A428. There’s a dirt road on the left a few hundred yards out of town. I’m down there. I think Joe knows where it is, we fished there a few years ago.”

  “Yeah got it Arch. Joey’s following just behind me. He’s got another phone; he’ll give you the number when we get to you” he said.

  “Okay, mate, see you in about half an hour,” Archie said before hanging up.

  Twenty minutes later, Archie heard the sound of cars moving up the track. They had arrived quicker than he’d expected. Having told Blondie to stay put, he grabbed the two cameras, got out of the van and made his way to meet the new arrivals. As he walked towards the vehicles, he noticed that Jeff was driving a people carrier and Joe was in a dirty old mini-van.

  “All right chaps?” Archie asked in greeting. “Thanks for coming.”

  Joey’s reply was short and to the point. “No worries. Now, what have you done you dickhead?”

  Archie indicated for them to get into the people carrier and proceeded to explain the events of the last couple of days. Jeff didn’t seem to have any problems believing what he was being told, but Joey wasn�
�t having any of it. Archie understood the difference in opinion, after all, Jeff had experienced a UFO sighting, whereas Joe hadn’t.

  “Fuck off” he exclaimed, “I wasn’t born yesterday. Have you been smoking crack? LSD? Charlie? It’s too much Charlie, ain't it?” Archie nearly laughed as Joey added. “And who’s the big fucker in your van?”

  “Here, look at this; pictures and film of the initial UFO sighting,” Archie said as he started the playback. “And he is one of them,” he added as the video showed a Lightship flitting around the night sky.

  They both sat there in total amazement as they watched the footage. Their jaws hung so wide open that Archie thought he might have to close their mouths for them. When the video finished for the second time, he showed them the stills photographs.

  “Fucking ‘ell, Arch,” Jeff was the first to speak. “What were you thinking? What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to get the geezer to Avebury Henge so that his people can pick him up” Archie began, “but there’s more to it than that. He says that I’m, one of them - that I have been incarnated into this body, and put on Earth, and that I have some sort of secret mission.” He said, pulling a face of disbelief. Saying it out loud seemed to make it sound even worse than it did in his head. He continued. “Honestly, I don’t know what to think about it, though. There are things that he has said that I know are true, but I can’t seem to remember it all.”

  Joe was looking at Archie as though he had lost the plot… gone mental. “Are you sure you’ve not been on LSD?”

  “No, mate,” he said before continuing. “It gets weirder. Every time I touch a gun, I get this… flash of schematics, or instructions. The next thing I know, all the information a person needs to effectively operate and use the weapon is in my head.”

  “Like what?” Jeff asked. “What sort of weapons are you talking about?”

  “Well, for starters, there’s this,” Archie said, handing over the silenced Beretta, “and these.” He pulled out the grenades from his pockets. “There are also four M4 Carbines under the front seat of the van.”

  “Shit,” Jeff muttered as he looked over the pistol.

  “What do you need from us?” asked Joe, with the, what the fuck are you on about, look gone entirely from his face as he eyed the gun. The appearance of the weapons had removed all doubt from Joey’s mind. There was no-way Archie could have got hold of a gun, he wouldn’t even know how to get one.

  “First off, I need you to take my motor closer to home and strip it of everything that can ID it to me; license plate, VIN number, Serial numbers, and all that shit. Then I want you to burn it. I don’t know if it’s been made or not, but I’m not taking any chances. After that, I want you to get round to my place and tell Lucy what’s going on, show her the video. Give her this pay as you go phone and tell her I’ll phone her later from the number I used to ring you. Also, one last thing, before you leave here, get my fishing gear into the mini-van; I know that hasn’t been made and I see no reason to burn that. Cost me a fucking fortune!”

  “None of that should be a problem, Arch, but then what? Are we supposed to go home and forget about it or what?” Joey was in with both feet, doubt entirely gone from his mind, and he was already looking forward to planning for the next phase. Archie guessed that the weapons were the thing that had changed his cousin's mind. After all, this was the UK; you couldn’t just walk into a shop and buy that shit, and you certainly wouldn’t find it discarded in the street.

  “No, I want you to make your way to Avebury in case it all goes wrong,” Archie said. He’d been planning this since last night and had a good idea of what he wanted. “I’m going to give you both a rifle and a pistol, just in case. Also, just so that you’re in no doubt; the government is in on it – they’re working with the reptiles, so be careful, don’t get stopped by the police whatever happens.”

  The look on their faces confirmed to Archie that they both acknowledged the severity of the situation. “Well, I guess we had better meet the big fella then,” Jeff said as he opened the car door to get out.

  As they approached the van, Archie motioned for Blondie to get out and meet them at the front of vehicle. Jeff and Joe both stopped dead in their tracks as they clapped eyes on the Pleiadian. Initially, Archie thought it was due to the size of the man… he was big, but he was wrong, that wasn’t it.

  “Hello Jeffery, hello Joseph.” Blondie seemed to know them. The two men just stood there with their mouths agape again.

  “How the hell do you know them?” Archie asked, eyes flicking between his relatives and the alien.

  “They too were incarnated here, in the same manner as yourself. I knew you all before the commencement of your missions here on Earth,” he said in his usual low, slightly accented tone. It came as no real shock to Archie, but to the other two…

  “So how do you two know him?” Archie posed the question to his dumbstruck family, before turning back to Blondie. “And why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”

  “Until now, it wasn’t relevant to our situation,” Blondie stated as a matter of fact.

  “Dreams…” Joey said.

  “He’s been appearing in my dreams,” Jeff added.

  “For the past two years, I and certain others have been trying to encourage certain Earth Born to awaken and find their own spirituality. There are others that you know, who are of the same origin.”

  “Who?” Archie could feel his blood beginning to boil, he was far from happy about this revelation. “Who are you talking about?”

  “There are many, too many to name them all. But I will give you the names of several.” Blondie was feeling Archie’s anger, and the Pleiadian didn’t think this was the right time for this particular conversation, but he also knew it was going to happen anyway. “Joseph and Jeffery, you know about, your wife and children, and the friend you call Jason.”

  “Lucy and the kids?” Archie had to cool his rage. Biting his lip wasn’t cutting the mustard right now. “What the fuck have they got to do with this?” He knew his voice was getting louder as the red mist began to cloud his vision. Putting himself in harm’s way was one thing but, putting his family in harm’s way was… beyond reason.

  “All were put here for specific reasons, all of which relate directly to your mission. When the time is right, their true origin will be revealed to them. I do not know all the answers that you seek. However, I do know that you chose the team that surrounds you. I was left behind to be a part of the liaison and awakening group; whoever that person was, had to be someone you knew well. You decided that it should be me for the reason of familiarity upon the revelation of the truth.” Blondie spoke quietly, measured, knowing that the wrong word could push Archie’s rage over the edge, and he’d end up with a bullet to the brain.

  “And what about my kids?” Archie said, virtually through gritted teeth. “What have they got to do with any of this?

  “Nothing. You wanted them close, nothing more. They are safe, Archie. They always will be. We have a fleet permanently in phase on standby, ready to extract them in the event of a full invasion.” The sincerity was evident in Blondie’s voice.

  “Are you having a fucking laugh?” Although he could see that the Pleiadian meant what he had said, Archie had a problem accepting there was a fleet standing by to pick up his kids. “How can you say that? When your ship was shot down, I never saw any fleet of ships coming to save your arse… I fucking did!”

  “Yes, I see your meaning. However, that was a completely different scenario. While the Pleiadian mission is of a covert nature, I am expendable. If or when that situation changes to a full-scale invasion, everything will change, and direct intervention measures will be employed to remove all agents and messengers from the planet by every means necessary. Where possible, no-one will be left behind.”

  Archie liked the no-man left behind part. “So your people will intervene?” he asked.

  “Until the Alliance or our Council sanction m
ilitary or security operations, we will only act in the capacity to extract our own people. After that…” Blondie’s speech trailed off.

  That bit, Archie didn’t like. “Okay, let me get this straight. You rescue your own, and fuck everyone else. That about right?”

  “I am sorry, Archie, but I do not make the decisions. I simply follow the orders I am given,” Blondie said, resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t - couldn’t change the mind of the Earth Born.

  “You sound like a typical manager. It’s not my fault – I just do what I’m told,” he said sarcastically, looking at his two relatives as he shook his head. “You know, that’s what the fucking Nazi’s said – they were just following orders – like that could absolve them of their crimes.”

  “I am no manager,” Blondie said, “in fact, you are the team leader here.”

  “Wait, what? So, you have to follow my lead, my orders?” Archie asked after a moment's contemplation.

  “Yes. I can only guide you, I cannot make decisions for you,” Blondie replied. “I will do as you command. With that in mind, I still need to get off of the planet. You are all at serious risk of compromise all the time I remain here.”

  For a moment, Archie stood there, thinking. The distant sound of rota blades snapped him out of it. It was time to switch on and get this plan moving forward.

  “Right, you two get to work. Joey, you get started on removing the vans ID, and Jeff, start getting all my gear – except the big holdall – into that one” Archie said pointing to the shit heap of a mini-van.

  “Yeah, no probs, but I’ve got more questions for the big man,” Archie could see that Joey’s mind was working overtime. “Where do Jeff and I fit into all this? I mean, what are we supposed to do?” It was a fair question.