My First Video

This story is NOT about Obama (he is not even mentioned in the book) but when he got re-elected in 2012 he became the  inspiration for beginning “New World Order Rising,” which has become a 6-book series.
(Book 6 ended the series and offered hope not just for America but for the world.)
After two months of original research I began writing. Conspiracy theories provided much material for book 1, including casket liners, FEMA camps, and how super soldiers were trained from childhood–yes, childhood, but I won’t go any farther into that now. You will get descriptive details in Book 1.
Remember, this is fiction, based on theories but many theories have a habit of becoming fact, whether we like it or not.
As already said, this is my first video. Even I couldn’t understand everything I said, but I believe I have some hearing loss. Anyway, I will try to do a better job with Video 2.


2 excerpts from Chapter 29 “Militia Allies”
They have arrived in the New Mexico desert. Main character Carter has POV:
“So, you are an AWOL officer in charge of local militia men…?”

“That’s right, the New World Order, the Skull and Bones, the Illuminati, whatever the hell you want to call them, they are poised to take over. That last mass shooting provoked a massive new gun law by the liberals. Without presenting it all to you, the most important item was demanding registration of every firearm in the nation, from .22 caliber pistols to antique shotguns to, of course, the AR15. A registration will take a huge amount of time, but even if they aren’t finished registering, the next mass shooting just might provoke the confiscation.” The man placed his hand over his mouth for a few seconds, then continued, “If they aren’t already confiscating as we speak. Disarm America first, including Canada—whatever they might have—then the rest of the world will likely fall into line.

“Oh sure, there’ll be individuals—like you people—who will try to fight—a few Latin Americans, probably a few Brits—but you won’t know who the enemy is. Outside of my lieutenant here—“ He nodded toward their escort, “I don’t even know how many of the men here in camp are true militia. Some might even be army intelligence, or NSA. As Fox Mulder of the X-files would say, we can ‘trust no one’.”

The officer took a breath, “So that’s what we—including you folks—are up against.”

“But you said they are ‘poised to take over’.” Carter said, “How do you know that?”

The captain turned to Carter, “You remember the black-uniformed police you saw—that your partner just described to me, the ones who took that union bunch—not that I have any love for the unions—but they took them, and, at the moment, on yet a small scale, that’s happening all over the country and Canada, and not just union strikers but individuals too, like yourselves. You’ve been gone for what? Just four days?

“Yes,” Carter said.

“From Fargo, North Dakota, yes?” The man all but smiled, “Fargo should have stayed small and out of sight, but no, she had to grow and grow—had to join the big boys, not that, in the end, it would have made any difference. Furnaces all over the country will soon be pouring out smoke, and, just like the Jews, nobody—or few—will believe what’s happening, until it’s too late, and believe me, this new power that’s upon us will be able to do—what the Nazis tried—a lot faster, and absolutely more efficiently—”

**** (Second excerpt, last paragraph in chapter)

  The captain gestured toward the door, “Remember, though, the Illuminati have a very, very, powerful, ally.”

Only Carter—evidently the only one who didn’t already know—stopped, “Who?”

“Lucifer.” The captain spoke with the straightest of face.



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