THE
WORLDPEACE ADVOCACY
Novel One - Phoenix Rising
by
Dr John WorldPeace JD
The WorldPeace Advocacy - Prologue
The WorldPeace Advocacy Novel
One - Phoenix Rising
The WorldPeace Advocacy Novel
Two - Paris 2009
are actually one novel that introduces the primary characters
and lays the
foundation for a evolving series of political suspense novels.
The main character in the novels, John WorldPeace, has a factual
history in
the Autobiography 1948-2007 of the author, whose legal name
since 1988 has been
John WorldPeace, and a Prison Journal 2008 when the author
was a political prisioner
of the United States of America and earned his bona fides
as a real life Peace Activist.
JohnWorldPeace.com
Email: JohnWorldPeace@gmail.com
Copyright 2010
John WorldPeace All Rights Reserved
THE
WORLDPEACE ADVOCACY – NOVEL ONE
Chapters 19-36
NINETEEN
When Cathy
returned, I was in the shower taking a nice long soak and
enjoying the heat. I heard the shower door open and felt Cathy
step inside.
“I did
not have time to shower before I left,” she said as
she moved in front of me, pressed her body to mine and kissed
me. “I missed you.”
“I missed
you too,” I said.
“I am
going to have to keep real busy until you come back or I am
going to be extremely lonely,” Cathy said.
“It
will be the same with me,” I said.
TWENTY
When Cathy and I walked into the kitchen, it was about 1300.
Francois had ordered a very nice light lunch and was standing
in the corner of the kitchen with a glass of red wine deep
in thought.
“This
looks really great, Francois,” I said as I walked over
and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Thank you.”
“John,
I hope you are not upset but Jeremy called and insisted on
bringing some more friends of ours to see you off at the airport.
I told him we would be there about 1430. I told him we would
meet at the Flyway Café in the airport. We will have
about forty-five minutes before you have to be at the security
gate for your flight,” Francois said.
“No
problem,” I said. “The only things I am taking
with me are my briefcase with my laptop in it so I have nothing
to check. Otherwise, I already checked in as much as I could
through the internet. I may have an hour to meet with everyone.”
I sat down
at the table to have a sandwich and a glass of wine.
“John,
I do not know what we all are going to do to help you but
you already have a lot of people ready to do all they can.
In fact, they are eager to help and excited to become involved.
We can communicate by email daily and by phone calls. I want
to put an office in this apartment for you,” Francois
said. “There is already one here but it needs a new
computer, fax and so on. I am going to take care of that.”
“Thank
you, Francois. You are way more than generous. I feel fortunate
to have met you and Jeremy and all the others. Things seem
to be moving very fast. I am months ahead of where I thought
I would be at this point in time,” I said.
“Everyone
has been reading your books and they are very excited about
this project. But we are all amazed with regards to what you
have done with your life. And we agree that Paris is where
you should be and we are going to do everything we can to
keep you here. We want Paris to be the home of the WorldPeace
Advocacy,” Francois said.
“Francois,
I am speechless,” I said.
“My
mind has been totally occupied with you ever since we met.
I believe you are very special, John” Francois said.
“I love
you too, Francois,” I said.
For the next
thirty minutes we all chatted about frivolous things and then
Francois called a taxi and the three of us left for the airport.
I was already missing Paris and I had not even left.
TWENTY-ONE
Jeremy was
pacing in front of the café when I saw him. When he
spotted me, he quickly moved toward us and gave me a big hug
and one of those French ‘man-to-man’ kisses on
the cheek. He then kissed Francois and Cathy. He was very
excited.
As we moved
toward the café, I could see about twenty people that
seemed to be with Jeremy because they all stood up as we approached.
I was a little embarrassed about such a send off. I had left
Houston alone with no fanfare. I had told Rose and Linda there
was no need for them to come to the airport.
As we approached
the crowd, I was quickly introduced to about fifteen people
I had not met before. Again, I felt the same as with the group
at Jeremy’s home: these people were all extremely wealthy
and very well connected. In some ways though, I thought they
had come to see the freak and I am he.
“John,”
Jeremy said. “Would you take a few minutes to talk to
my friends? Just make a short presentation and then allow
them to ask some questions if you please.”
“Sure,”
I replied. “And thank you, Jeremy.”
“Ladies
and gentlemen, John is going to speak to us for a moment and
then he will answer some of your questions. He only has about
forty-five minutes before he must leave for the departing
gate,” Jeremy said.
There was
a light sound of applause respectful of the fact that we were
having an impromptu gathering in a public café at the
airport.
“Hello,
my name is John WorldPeace and I would like to thank you for
this nice surprise,” I said.
“When
I arrived in Paris last week, I had no idea what I would find
here. I just knew that for almost a year I intuitively believed
that I should go to Paris. Not on a vacation but I should
go and look for a place to live. I love America, she is my
mother, but I was suffocating there in the overall conservative
environment. I needed to find my own kind gathered in large
numbers. And I needed to find some true liberals as opposed
to the left wing of the right wing of American politics. There
has been no left wing of the left in America for many decades.
All the hippies and pseudo hippies sold out and became just
like their parents. I feel I am the only true liberal left
from the sixties and I was not even politically active then.
So here I am in Paris. From the first moment I arrived, I
felt like I was home.”
There was
light applause.
“I was
in Paris on January 1, 1972, with my first ex wife and five
month old daughter on vacation while serving in the US Army
in Vicenza, Italy. I knew I would come back here one day but
I did not think at the time that it would be three and a half
decades later.
“I have
lived an interesting life. I have taken many roads less traveled
and the time has come for me to tell my stories as I continue
on my journey.
“I do
not know if anyone really cares about peace or if I will hit
a responsive note with what I have to say. But that is not
as important as my being satisfied at the end of my days,
that I tried to make a positive difference in an attempt to
increase the level of peace in the world human society.
“In
January 2007, my whole life began to come apart like cheap
watch. It began with my youngest son destroying our web design
business that myself, my wife and he and one other person
began in October 2004. Then my wife of nineteen years who
I had come to worship, left me, followed by many other trials
and tribulations. My world by all standards simply collapsed.
In December 2007, I engineered my inevitable arrest to rid
myself of some legal problems I had. I needed these matters
resolved before I attempted to restart my business; not to
mention my life.
“That
arrest led to my incarceration for all of 2008. I was charged
with a Federal misdemeanor crime of resisting arrest. I pled
guilty. I had no prior criminal history; the arrest was regarding
a civil bench warrant, not a criminal one. The judge who I
had a history with and who was assigned to my case, gave me
the max sentence of one year.
“As
always, I refused to allow my imprisonment to defeat me. So
I began to write my autobiography mainly to have closure with
the first sixty years of my life. That went on to become an
ongoing epic novel I titled ‘The WorldPeace Advocacy’.
My time in jail was very productive. Due to the lack of outside
distractions, I was able to write my books, read, study, meditate
and pray; in a lot of ways like a monk in a monastery.
“I believed
that God had stripped me of everything and put me in jail
for a purpose. I have never lost my absolute faith in God.
I could not help but see the hand of God in my life because
what happened to me was so dramatic and really unexplainable.
“In
prison, I came to feel that after I was released, I was to
come to Paris to be among my own kind and continue my mission
of peace. That is why I am here and I will tell you that my
experience over the last ten days has been beyond my expectation.
My joy is great. My peace is increasing. My excitement is
growing.”
Another light
applause grew among Jeremy’s friends and a few others
in the café.
“Friends,
my life is about WorldPeace. I made a commitment to advocate
peace and to change my name on April 1, 1988, as a statement
of that commitment. April 1, 1988, was after my first divorce
in 1987 and just before I turned forty years old on April
24, 1988. Forty is a time of transition generally in the life
of most human beings.
“By
coincidence that day was both April Fools Day and Good Friday.
One tradition indicating that I was a fool and another greater
tradition indicating a transformation; a metamorphosis.
“And
as the Robert Frost poem says, ‘Two roads diverged in
a yellowed wood; and I took the one less traveled by; and
that has made all the difference.’
“Ten
days ago, I embarked on the left branch of the greatest fork
in the road of my life. And already it has made a great difference.”
There was
light applause.
“I must
return to Houston to finish closing out my life there. I want
you to know my heartfelt appreciation and gratefulness for
your support today. Together we can make a difference in the
world human society by increasing the peace. Increasing the
peace is a possible dream.”
There was
a loud applause and more and more people outside Jeremy’s
group were listening to me.
“Now
I have a few minutes to answer some questions. Does anyone
have a question?” I asked.
“Yes,”
a lady who was not a part of Jeremy’s group asked. “Are
you the messiah?”
The group
was irritated at the question and grumbled.
“No
ma’am,” I said. “Jesus is supposed to return
by descending from the clouds without the aid of a mechanical
device like a helicopter,” I said. “I arrived
the old-fashioned way through my mother’s womb. And
her name is Joyce not Mary.”
There were
a few chuckles and a few laughs in the crowd. This eased the
tension. It was not the first time I had been confronted with
this question.
“And
I might add, I am not the antichrist either. I have no organization,
disciples, adherents, etc. There is nothing to join and never
will be. So I do not fit the description of the bureaucratic
antichrist in the Book Revelation at the end of the Christian
Bible.
“I am
just one simple man with one simple message; WorldPeace. Everything
else is just my commentary regarding increasing the peace
in the world human society.”
“When
will you return?” someone from the group asked.
“I will
be back in about five weeks. I will be in touch with Jeremy
regarding the specific date. And my web site at www.johnworldpeace.com
will be updated often,” I said.
Jeremy said,
“John, we are out of time. You have a plane to catch.
Thank you for speaking with us.”
Everyone clapped
and I thanked them. After shaking everyone’s hand and
hugging Jeremy, I headed for the security check-in with Cathy
and Francois by my side.
When we arrived
at the gate, I hugged and kissed Francois and turned to Cathy
who was crying. I said nothing as I wiped her tears with my
handkerchief. I then hugged her tightly and kissed her lovingly
on the lips. I am sure people who were watching wondered about
a sixty year old man kissing a twenty-four year old young
lady in the manner I kissed Cathy…but who knows what
anyone was thinking. I was in Paris; the city of love.
As I turned
with Cathy still holding my hand, Francois handed me a white
business envelope.
“Jeremy
asked me to give you this,” she said.
“What
is it?” I asked.
“Open
it on the plane,” she said. “You have to go now.”
“I kissed
her lightly on the lips and hugged and kissed Cathy again
and turned to go through the metal detectors.
“Later,”
I said. I seldom use the word goodbye.
After exiting
the metal detectors and putting on my boots and gathering
my briefcase with my laptop, I turned and waved a final good-bye
to Cathy and Francois and began to walk toward my gate turning
once more before going out of sight. I waved and smiled and
headed toward the plane that would take me back to America.
TWENTY-TWO
When I was
seated on the airplane, I reached into my briefcase and retrieved
the white envelope that Francois had given to me.
Inside the
envelope was another envelope and a hand written note.
“Dear
John,
Enclosed is
$10,000 America dollars. The bank receipt is there so you
should not have any trouble in customs over the cash.
This is a
little token of our support for the cause of WorldPeace. Use
it as you see fit.
I have already
begun to prepare for your return. I am so glad to have met
you.
Bon Voyage
my friend,
Jeremy”
My eyes filled
with water. I felt certain that I had in fact found my true
family.
I put the
note back into the envelope and zipped up my briefcase. What
an amazing ten days. I stared out the window thinking of all
the many wonderful experiences I had had and the many nice
people I had met. Yes, Paris would be my new home. I would
always be an American but Paris would be my home for the rest
of my life.
TWENTY-THREE
To save money,
my flight home was not non-stop from Paris to Houston. I had
a short layover and plane change in New York.
As I disembarked
from the plane into the lobby, I saw my son Marshall. I immediately
was concerned and he saw it reflected on my face. He motioned
me that everything was OK. I relaxed a bit and covered the
thirty feet to him with apprehension. This meeting was not
planned.
When I reached
him, he hugged me and told me to say nothing but to just respond
to his conversation and then he said, “How was the trip,
Dad?”
“ I
am tired but feel good if that makes any sense,” I said.
“I understand,”
he said.
We approached
the metal detectors and were checked through customs. Marshall
had a pass that he gave to customs.
“I have
a car,” he said.
“Fine,”
I said, as if that had always been the plan.
We spoke little
as we went to where he had parked. When we got into the car,
he motioned me to be quiet and handed me a note that he took
out of his inside coat pocket.
“Dad,
Do not be alarmed. We are going to Washington, DC.
Keep our conversation casual,
Marshall.”
He took the
note from me and put it back into his pocket and then we began
to discuss my trip to Paris as if it were a sightseeing vacation.
I could not imagine why he was here or why we were going to
Washington. I asked about my very senior parents and he said
they were fine. This information relaxed me a bit.
As we drove,
I came to the conclusion that there was something the Feds
did not like about my books or one or more of the people I
came into contact with in Paris. Maybe someone I met was a
spy or terrorist and the CIA or the FBI wanted to talk to
me. They knew I had a bad attitude about cops and so they
needed my son Marshall to help keep me cordial. The fact that
I had been diverted from my flight to Houston meant that whatever
the matter was, it had a priority and could not wait.
Marshall zigzagged
through several neighborhoods. I thought he was trying to
make sure we were not being followed. After about forty-five
minutes he pulled into the parking lot under a mundane office
building about four stories tall. He drove around the small
underground parking garage and pulled into a space next to
a delivery van with no windows to the rear of the front seat.
Even the panels on the back door were without a window.
Marshall motioned
me out of the SUV we were in and we entered the side door
of the van. There was only one driver but two other men were
in the very back of the van. Both had earpieces to keep in
touch with whoever was running this show.
Marshall put
his finger to his lips, communicating that I was to say nothing
and then he motioned for me to buckle my seat belt, which
I seldom did. The driver then started the van and exited the
parking area under the building onto the street. He then seemed
to be heading back to the airport as he zigzagged much the
same way that Marshall had on our drive from the airport;
except through a different area of the city.
In about forty-five
minutes, we were back at the airport but in the area where
the private jets were kept in hangars. We entered a gate guarded
by two Marines and then drove into one of the hangars that
had a delivery van entrance.
There was
one jet in the hangar, painted black, that looked like it
would seat about twelve passengers. There were three men that
I could see around the jet and all had automatic pistols.
The van pulled
right up to the extended steps into the jet. Marshall and
I got out of the van and I was motioned to enter the jet.
I walked up the stairs and was shown to a seat right over
the wing on the right side. Marshall sat next to me in the
aisle. Two men came aboard. I had seen the pilot and copilot
going over their checklist when I boarded.
The stairs
were pulled up by the man in the doorway. The hatch was sealed
and the plane began to move from the hangar. The two men took
seats directly across from Marshall and I. I thought I might
be headed to prison; maybe in a foreign country.
As the plane
moved out of the hangar, the two men introduced themselves
to me as Jack and Dale. I doubted those were there real names.
Jack said, “Dr. WorldPeace, you can relax. You are not
in any trouble.”
“Really,” I said.
“We
apologize for all this but I can assure you it is very necessary.”
“Where
are we going,” I said.
Dale said,
“Dr. WorldPeace, we are going to Washington, DC where
you and your son will meet with the directors of the CIA and
the FBI and the chief of the NSA. After the meeting, you will
be taken back to New York and put on a later flight to Houston.
That is all I can tell you right now. When we get to Washington
in about forty-five minutes, you can call your lady friends
and tell them you have been delayed. You will call them back
later and tell them when you will be arriving in Houston.
Tell them nothing is wrong; just typical airline problems.”
“OK,”
I said.
Marshall had
said nothing. When Jack saw me look at Marshall, he said,
“Your son has been told a bit more than you. He is here
to assure you that everything is OK and you have nothing to
worry about. You are not going to jail or to court. So just
relax and enjoy the ride. Can I get you anything?”
“I would
like a diet coke and some peanuts,” I said.
“We
can do that,” Dale said.
The jet had
to wait before being cleared for take off.
I said nothing
during the flight. I just kept thinking about what might have
happened in Paris that brought all this on. Then I thought
maybe it was just the ongoing observation of John WorldPeace
that began when I changed my name in 1988. But I had no doubt
that whatever it was, it was serious.
The jet landed
in Washington about forty-minutes after take off as promised
and we exited the jet inside another hangar and entered another
van except this one was black instead of white. There was
a driver and another two men in the van with earpieces in
their ears.
We were instructed
to buckle our seat belts and the ride would be about thirty
minutes. We were also asked not to talk. I could see that
Marshall was not aware of exactly what was happening. I am
sure they told him we would be traveling but did not tell
him exactly where.
We left the
airport and drove through DC traffic. I could see out the
front windshield. I could see various street signs and billboards
affirming that we were in fact in Washington, DC. It reminded
me of being transported from place to place while I was in
prison.
I then saw
that we drove into the underground of a large office building.
We parked and Marshall and I were told to step out of the
van and to go with four men in suits. They all looked like
young athletes in expensive suits.
We went through
several back hallways until we reached an elevator. It reminded
me of the back corridors of the Federal court house in Houston
that I visited as a prisoner; chained hand and foot like a
wild animal. We stepped into the elevator and it went up about
fifteen floors. There were no buttons. It was like the jail
elevators. It had a remote operator. Somehow the men we were
with communicated to the operator which floor he wanted or
the operator already knew which floor.
We exited
the elevator, traveled down a few more back hallways and then
entered into an office reception area. There were nice paintings
on the walls but no indication of what government agency or
business belonged to this place. We were then put into a conference
room with no windows.
The conference
table was very nice and had about twenty chairs around it.
There was a secretary there who asked if we wanted anything
to eat or drink. Marshall asked for water and I asked for
a diet Coke. There was a tray of sandwiches next to a coffee
bar which also had water and soft drinks. I took two ham sandwiches
and sat down where the secretary asked me to; on the side
and in the middle of the long table.
After she
returned from the refrigerator, she said that the meeting
would begin in about fifteen minutes when everyone would arrive.
Marshall and
I said nothing. We just looked at each other searching to
see if the other was picking up any vibes about what was going
on.
In about ten
minutes, eight men and four women came into the room. Six
sat on my left and six to my right. The two men in charge
of each group sat directly across from John and I.
“Dr.
WorldPeace and Sergeant Wolter (referring to Marshal by his
rank as a police officer), I am Tom Wentworth, the Director
of the CIA and this is Oren Hensley the Director of the FBI.
The chief of the NSA, Eric Warden, will not be able to make
this meeting but will look at a video recording later today.”
Director Wentworth
then introduced his people and Director Hensley introduced
his. No one shook hands. I recognized the Directors from the
pictures I had seen periodically in the newspapers and on
TV.
Director Wentworth
began.
“Dr.
WorldPeace,” he said, “we have been monitoring
your book submissions to Harper Collins as well as your trip
to Paris. And to be quite frank, you have created a huge ripple
effect at the CIA and the FBI and the NSA. We know that you
do not understand what you have done to get our attention.
Let me say because you do not know what you have done, and
even if you did, I want to assure you that you have done nothing
criminal.
“What
you have done is made some connects in Paris that we have
been trying to establish for decades. And you have caught
us off guard. So much so that we do not know how exactly to
precede.
“I am
aware that you do not like cops, Feds, judges, or most people
in authority.”
I could not
help but smile and that made my very conservative son nervous.
These were top cops and part of my son’s reality. But
they were just cowboys to me.
“We also
know you have shown no tendency to create a terroristic act.
But you are the kind of person who makes everyone in government
very nervous because we do not know what you are capable of
doing and we cannot begin to predict what you have planned.
We acknowledge and respect that you are a very intelligent
if not brilliant individual.
“So
we have set up this meeting today to tell you a few things
and to ask you a few things so we can better devise a plan
to deal with your WorldPeace Advocacy and your book tours
among other things.
“Do
you have any questions so far?” he asked.
“Actually,
I do have some comments and some questions,” I said.
“First,
it appears to me that I have caught you people off guard and
you do not know what to do but you had to make contact with
me immediately. Maybe you are going to tell me to shut up
until you have time to assess the situation and come up with
a strategy. Then we will have a second meeting.
“Two,
it is obvious by your refusal to extend your hand to my son
and I that you have contempt or a strong dislike of me and
you are having a hard time hiding it. I do not think you have
anything against my son except that he is my son. If you have
seen his employment file, you know he is more in sync with
you than he is with me.
“Three,
I assume that at least one of the people I met in Paris is
an undercover agent or mole, probably with the CIA because
of the restrictions that keep the FBI generally operating
in the USA. But I believe there are some agents on the other
side in that group as well as a double agent or someone who
appears to the other side as a double agent. The other side
is always Russian but I feel the Chinese are in this too.
It must be frustrating for them to have to recruit Caucasians
in order not to make it obvious that they are in the game.
“Four,
I assume that I have not broken the law but you are concerned
about what I might really be up to. Especially if you have
read the manuscripts of my books, which I assume your people
have.
“My
immediate questions are: 1) What do you want? 2) Where do
we go from here? 3) Which of those people I met in Paris belong
to you? and 4) Did you have me followed in Europe from the
time I got off the plane in Paris?”
Director Wentworth
of the CIA was the most agitated. I felt that was because
he had received a reprimand for not being more on top of what
I was doing and me. And that verified that they had been following
me since before I left for Paris; the FBI following me stateside
and the CIA in Europe. Regardless, I realized that I had to
be even more careful in the future and I needed to establish
a network to keep track of me in order to sound the alarm
if I disappeared.
Director Wentworth
stood up and reached across the table to shake Marshall’s
hand and asked him if he had any questions to which he replied,
“No.”
I was sure
Marshall could not believe that we were talking to the head
of the CIA and the FBI. I thought he would now take time to
read my manuscripts. I laughed to myself.
“OK,
Dr. WorldPeace, I see you are a man who has no problem speaking
his mind.” Director Wentworth was unable to hide his
contempt for WorldPeace. “Yes we are concerned with
you interfering with the foreign policy of the USA. That is
it in a nutshell.
“We
recognize that you have little fear of anything. We feel like
you are a troublemaker but we see no evidence of you growing
some kind of anti government organization. That is what has
kept you out of trouble to date,” he said; frustrated
it seemed to me at even having to talk to me.
“Yes,
I think you are a potential threat to America’s interests
around the world,” he emphasized.
“No,
I do not like what you are doing or what you represent,”
he added.
“Yes,
we have two agents in the group you met with. We will discuss
who later.
“What
we want is a couple of weeks to evaluate this matter and then
have another meeting here in DC. Eric Warden, chief of NSA
will be present at that time.
“The
main purpose of today’s meeting is to inform you that
we are involved in this matter. The WorldPeace Advocacy is
now at the top of the pile of things to deal with on my desk,”
he said.
I responded,
“I am no terrorist and no traitor. And I am user friendly
and will work with you. But I will not be your dog. And I
doubt I will work for free. You want something, you will have
to give me something; sometimes money, sometimes favors and
help.”
I could tell
Marshall could not believe I was talking to this guy like
this.
“To
sum up, your opinion of me is wrong. It is just a knee jerk
reaction based on innate conservative fears regarding free
thinkers. Cops and judges have screwed me. I do not trust
any of them. I am sure you can add politicians in there as
well.
“But the reality is that I know I can further my WorldPeace
Advocacy in many ways without effecting any interests of the
USA,” I said.
“And
lastly,” I said, “I am here because someone with
the President’s ear said out loud that I was in a unique
position to further US interests, not just interfere with
them. The case in point is that I seem to have a connection
with people you have been trying to recruit for a long time.
I am a potential conduit for information. So short of you
killing me, it looks like we are going to be partners, like
it or not.”
“Let
me make it clear, if I think what you are attempting to do
will promote peace, your will have my help,” Director
Wentworth said.
“And
let me make this perfectly clear,” I responded. “You
get one as in only ONE chance to lie to me. After that, then
you have set the rules. So after you lie to me, I will feel
justified in lying to you. I hope that is clear.
“I am
going to be on my path for the rest of my life. You will be
director as long as the current president is in office. That
is the reality of our lives.
“Other
than that, if you want my trust you will have to earn it.
That being said, you start out with a 100% rating with regards
to telling the truth to me. That is all I have to say for
now.”
“Well
you have said quite a lot actually. Overall it seems that
you are saying you are a reasonable person. We will see,”
Director Wentworth said.
“Dr.
WorldPeace, Jeremy St. Laurant and Francois Dubois are connected
to us. Jeremy is a very valuable asset and Francois will be
your main contact. I will say that Francois is very much in
your fan club and has been intimate with you. So we will work
mainly through her,” he continued.
“Interesting,”
I said.
“I assume
you know better than to out our contacts,” Wentworth
said.
“It
goes without saying,” I said.
“Dr.
WorldPeace, I am very cautious and have significant anxieties
about working with you. You said I have to earn your trust
and confidence. If this relationship proceeds we will commence
training you covertly.”
“What
role will my son play in all this?” I asked.
“He
has an excellent record with HPD and he is obviously driven
and smart as evidenced by his pursuit of a Ph.D. He is the
easiest, least obvious way of contacting you. Our agents in
Houston who know him, say he is one of us. He understands
the police game and plays by its rules. We hope he will choose
to work with us.”
Marshall said
nothing.
“As
I said earlier, there is no free lunch. I do not expect any
undeserved favors but I would expect that he would have mentors
in high places and I am sure I would like for him to go through
all the training I go through. It will make communication
between us on these matters easier,” I said.
“We
agree,” Wentworth said. “I must be moving along
to other matters. You will be taken back to New York and fly
out on a later flight. Your son needs to stay with us for
a few days. So we would like you to return to New York alone.
Marshall will be your contact for now.”
Marshall nodded
to me that everything was OK.
“All
right,” I said getting up.
Directors
Wentworth and Hensley moved to my side of the table and each
shook my hand and then left the room with their posses following.
I turned to
Marshall and said, “I will see you in Houston,”
and hugged him.
Two agents
appeared at my side and escorted me back to the van we arrived
in. Marshall stayed in the conference room and I saw the secretary
who greeted us return with some binders she gave to Marshall
as I was leaving.
I was asked
not to use my cell phone until I was back in the airport.
I was told to go to my airline ticket counter and hand the
agent my ticket and to say that my flight had been changed.
The rest would be taken care of.
After I received
my new ticket, I went to my gate and called Houston.
“Hello
Linda,” I said.
“John,
where have you been?’ she asked.
“I told
you to just hang on until I called. Nothing is wrong. Just
typical travel foul ups and all the security regulations,
delays and so on,” I said.
“How
are you?” Linda asked.
“Better
now that I am talking to you,” I said.
Rose is here
with me at your apartment. We were just waiting for the call
to come and get you,” Linda said.
“I am
due to arrive at Bush at 2037, Flight 437 on Continental.
I will get some sleep on the plane so I am sure I will be
good to go when I get there. You both go ahead and eat and
order me something. I will eat when we get back to the apartment.
I do not really want to make any stops between the airport
and home,” I said.
“OK,”
she said.
“Any
problems?” I asked.
“No,”
she responded.
“We
have a lot to talk about. I feel like I have been gone a month.
Everything is moving ahead very fast now. We will talk when
I get there,” I said.
“OK,”
she said. “I missed you a lot.”
“And
I missed you,” I said.
“Here
is Rose,” Linda said, “I will talk to you in a
few hours.”
“Hi,
John,” Rose said. “We thought some of those Parisian
girls kidnapped you.”
“They
did,” I said, “but they let me go after I gave
them what they wanted. I met their demands,” I said
with a chuckle.
“I am
sure you did,” Rose said. “Linda and I have some
demands of our own.”
“And
I am ready to meet all demands and take on all comers. Your
wish is my command,” I said.
“Have
a safe trip home, John,” she said. “We will see
you shortly. Love you.”
“I love
you too,” I said and closed my phone.
I then found
a chair in the boarding area and sat down and closed my eyes
for what seemed like a minute before I heard the call to board
the plane.
I boarded,
found my seat, sat down, buckled up and went back to sleep.
TWENTY-FOUR
The flight
to Houston seemed like minutes because I fell asleep as soon
as I sat down in my seat. I had no luggage and so I walked
through the terminal and out to the pick up area. Rose and
Linda were there in Rose’s BMW. Linda was in the backseat.
I got in the front passenger seat and Rose pulled out and
headed for home after I kissed both of them.
“What
happened in New York,” Rose asked.
“I do
not know,” I said. “The plane was on time but
they would not let us disembark. Then they had a computer
problem and my ticket to Houston was screwed up. Just airline
stuff is all it was. I should have called sooner but there
was also a problem with customs. I am always paranoid that
they want to harass WorldPeace,” I said. “But
here I am now. I slept through the entire flight.”
“What
has been going on here since yesterday?” I asked.
I had called
Rose or Linda every day for a short conversation.
“Nothing
really. SSDD; Same stuff, different day,” Linda said.
“I will
say you do not look like Paris changed you much,” Rose
said.
“Well
it did and it didn’t,” I said. “There are
some really good things going on and some things I have to
reconsider like moving into a second residence there; a lot
to think about. Gathering information about Paris was the
plan and I accomplished that goal. I will not go back for
five weeks so I will have plenty of time to process everything
I learned and experienced.
“For
now, I have to get back to work on all these clean up projects
I started when I got out of prison. I hope Kay looked up all
those taxes so we can resolve that. I hope to hear from the
publisher within a week or so. And I have got to go through
all my things that Kay and mother packed when the house on
Heights sold while I was in jail.”
“Truthfully,
I have got to get my business going again immediately. I need
a cash flow. It was a good trip and I did not spend that much
time thinking about the things I have to do here. I concentrated
on the feel of Paris. Setting up a home base in Paris is going
to be a big change in my life. And major change is sometimes
hard even for me .” I said.
“So
how were the little French women?” Linda asked.
“The
truth is they are just like women here except they speak French,”
I said with a laugh.
“So
did you find someone to keep you warm at night?” Rose
asked.
“Yes,
I found a few bed warmers,” I laughed.
“As
good as Rose and I?” smiled Linda.
“No
my dear,” I smiled back. “I think the sooner we
get home the better I am going to like it. I missed you both.”
“I hope
you do not intend to continue your nap when you get home,”
Rose said.
“I don’t.
Have you two eaten?” I asked.
“No,”
said Rose.
“OK,”
I said. “We will order in Chinese after we renew our
acquaintances. A little Chinese food and wine sounds good
to me if it’s OK with the two of you.”
“Fine,”
Rose and Linda said in unison.
For the next
thirty minutes, I told them about the sights in Paris; mostly
tourist information.
“Here
we are,” Rose said as we pulled into the driveway.
“Home
sweet home,” I said.
As soon as
we entered the front door, both women attacked me like two
starving tigresses.
“Hold
on,” I said as I reached into my brief case and brought
out two small presents; one for each of them.
“A little
something for my Dixie Chicks,” I said, “from
Paris.”
“Each
was excited. They could smell the perfume through the exquisite
wrapping paper.”
“I liked
both perfumes,” I said. “You can trade with each
other or both use the same one. You know how bad my ability
to smell is. I doubt the way it smells to me is how it smells
to you. But I liked both of these.”
They each
took a bit on their finger tips and applied it to their necks
which I sniffed and then kissed.
“Exquisite,”
I said.
They had my
clothes off within seconds and I insisted on a quick shower
to wash off the dirt and negativity from the trip home. When
I emerged from the bathroom, my little tigresses were both
naked on the bed with the sheets and covers on the floor.
I crawled between them and said with a big smile, “Let
the games begin.”
Both of these
women made me feel loved and I loved them as well. My sex
life had certainly evolved from that of a married man. My
sexual, emotional and intimate with the opposite sex were
now satisfied for the first time in my life. I was glad to
be home in my bed. We all consumed each other.
I woke about
midnight and realized that Rose and Linda had ordered the
Chinese food and apparently eaten without me and then returned
to bed. I must have really slept hard; unusual for me.
I slid down
to the end of the bed and went quietly to the bathroom. Then
I started for the kitchen to have something to eat. Rose got
out of bed but Linda motioned me over for a kiss and then
closed her eyes to go back to sleep. Rose put on her robe
and handed mine to me as she gave me a loving hug and kiss.
We closed the bedroom door so as not to disturb Linda and
went into the kitchen.
I sat down
at my grandmother’s antique table and Rose went to the
refrigerator and retrieved a box of spring rolls and peanut
sauce, one of my favorite foods, and placed it on the table.
Then she got a salad plate and small wine goblet and put it
on the table as well. She took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator
and filled my goblet.
“Thank
you my love,” I said.
Rose sat down
with a goblet and poured herself some wine and said, “So
what really happened in New York?”
Rose was never
one to be intimidated by me and was always one to cut to the
chase; not to mention her persistence. I liked those personality
traits.
“Rosie,
I have not processed it all yet, but just let me sum it up
by saying ‘The Feds’. I really do not want to
talk about it until I fully understand what they want. I will
be meeting with them again soon. For now, I have to continue
to deal with closing out all the things I was working on when
I left.
“Do
you think you will move to Paris?” She asked.
“I think
I will have a second home in Paris, yes. But I will continue
to have one here too,” I said. “Also, I feel I
will be traveling more in Europe and the world from Paris.”
“What
about me?” she asked.
“Rosie,
I am not abandoning you if that is what concerns you,”
I said as I touched her hand. “You mean too much to
me.”
“I am
scared of losing you,” she said.
“Rosie,
my two wives left me. I did not leave them. So do not worry
about it. When I got out of jail, I knew my life had many
potential paths. I still do not know which one will be the
most significant and dominate. I just know that I will be
traveling for the rest of my life and you will be able to
come along if you want. There are just too many variables
for me to see very far into the future right now. I know I
have at least three more months of clean up here if not more
and that is my number one priority. “I cannot feel free
to go forward with my life until these matters are taken care
of,” I said.
I scooted
back my chair and opened my robe and motioned Rose to come
to me. She opened her robe and sat in my lap facing me and
we began to kiss. I had missed her a lot and I could tell
she missed me to. We had not been apart for this long since
we met.
“You
make me feel at peace and whole, Rosie,” I said as she
began to move back and forth and look into my eyes and kiss
me.
“After
about twenty minutes she got up and sat back in her chair.
I washed my hands and began to eat my spring rolls. When I
finished eating, we went back to bed. Linda woke up and I
lay on my back as both of them pulled as close to me as possible.
I closed my eyes and was asleep in minutes.
Linda and
Rosie left early for their apartments to get ready for work.
I got up to see them off and then went to the kitchen to drink
some coffee and reflect on all that had happened in Paris
and in Washington DC.
My life had
certainly moved forward in a flash. I wondered about the pace
of the rest of my life.
TWENTY-FIVE
I was moving
around the apartment after Linda and Rose left for work when
my phone rang. It was an old friend of mine David Gotschall.
Dave said that a friend of his who had a small talk show on
Pacifica Radio in Houston needed a guest for his show at 1900
and he wanted to know if I wanted to appear. Apparently the
scheduled guest had some kind of emergency and could not make
the show. Pacifica was a left wing old hippie station. I told
Dave I would be there.
Radio talk
shows were much more high tech these days and many had streaming
audio through the internet which extended their audience globally
as opposed to being confined within the local broadcasting
range.
There are
so many web sties that live broadcast and rebroadcast shows
from all over the world. Because of the low cost of internet
broadcasting, there were probably tens of thousands internet
stations. Whatever your philosophy, you could find a station
that fit your mindset. But more than that, if you did not
like the program airing at your favorite net station, you
could open the time slot and insert another net broadcast.
It is nothing
to set up some net capture software to pull talk shows into
a folder for later listening or viewing. So there was no way
to know how often or how far any broadcast would propagate
around the world. What is also interesting is that some programs
may lay in a folder for years and then be opened and further
propagated. There is no way you can purge the net of anything
that has been broadcast or published; too many people copying,
bookmarking, forwarding information. The reality of internet
information and communication propagation was simply astounding.
No one could
really tell how many people would listen to a broadcast in
real time until it was over and the net geniuses ran an audit
on how many outlets were downloading while the program aired.
This program
would air in the 1900-2000 time slot. I have spoken to so
many groups over the years, not to mention arguing in court,
that this was nothing even remotely stressful. I had too much
to talk about and few questions were asked of me that I had
not answered before. For most questions, I had an answer that
was in harmony with my overall philosophy. I used these forums
to make sure that my overall WorldPeace Advocacy remained
coherent.
I was seated
in my chair and wired with an earpiece that also contained
a microphone. It was five minutes to airtime when Brandon
Roberts entered the sound booth, shook my hand and sat down.
“How
are you Dr. WorldPeace,” he said as he was being wired
for broadcast. Even though this was broadcast radio, a web
cam was piggybacked onto the feed if the listener wanted video.
“I am
still above ground,” I said.
This has been
a common response for me since I came within 30 minutes of
dying of a heart attack in December 1997. We all live on borrowed
time.
Brandon laughed
and then began some last minute instructions to his crew and
staff. I sat relaxed and as usual was amazed at these behind
the scenes mechanics and protocols.
The announcement
began to queue us at ten seconds to airtime. The show’s
theme music played as the credits were read. This took about
thirty seconds.
“Hello
friends, Brandon Roberts here. Tonight I have with me a very
interesting friend, Dr. John WorldPeace.”
“Thank
you for taking time to visit with us Dr. WorldPeace. It is
a pleasure,” Brandon said.
“The
feeling is mutual and thank you for having me,” I responded.
“Dr.
WorldPeace, you are sixty-one years old, how does that feel?”
Brandon asked.
“Well
everyday, I thank God for being allowed to wakeup into this
wonderful reality. I have been blessed with an interesting
life. It is great to be alive. It is great to have all the
memories I have accumulated over the years.”
“Dr.
WorldPeace, what is the one thing that stands out in your
memories over and above everything else?” he asked.
“That
there is in fact a personal God,” I said, “whether
we acknowledge that God or not. If we just form the daily
habit of prayer and meditation for even a few minutes, the
chaos and confusion in our lives will be greatly reduced.
Life on earth is wonderful and tough at the same time; happy
and sad. It is a gift and I cannot help but look back over
my sixty-one years and see the many gifts I have received.
The gifts are little miracles strung like pearls on a silk
thread that is sixty-one years long.” I said.
“Dr WorldPeace,
what is the most memorable event in your life?” he asked.
“There
is no question but that my time in prison in 2008 was the
most memorable and most significant; three hundred and sixty
three days.” I said.
“Really?”
Bill asked curiously. “You have been involved in so
many things in your life and yet you cite your time in prison,
a time that most would consider wasted, as the most significant
time in your life. Can you elaborate on that for us please?”
“Actually,
my time in prison was as close to a rebirth as one can get.
For twelve months, I was essentially in a dungeon that was
sterile and cold. I was in solitary confinement or as they
call it administrative segregation with no TV, constant minor
harassment, the potential of mind numbing boredom and an insignificant
amount of time outside my cell. Yet all those things were
necessary for God to break me down, completely break me down
and reorient my life. I guess you could say, ‘get my
attention’ and make me look at my past and my potential
paths in the future.”
“Many
people experience life changing events. I have had other moments
outside my stay in prison that at the time I viewed as epiphanies.
But prison was a unique experience. It was not dramatic really.
It was not brought on by sickness or accident. Beginning in
January 2007, when my youngest son destroyed our web design
business and my second wife, who I worshipped, left me (not
because we had any of the classic marital problems but because
she could no longer live in my reality) God stripped me of
virtually all my possessions. The house I lived in was a significant
part of my reality but was sold by my mother while I was I
prison.”
“By December
19, 2007, I was ready to restart my web design business but
I had to serve my time for allegedly resisting arrest. I arranged
my arrest thinking I would be in jail for a few weeks or a
month. It turned out to be a year,” I said.
“During
that year, I was forced to review my life, come to terms with
Christianity and write my autobiography and the novels associated
with the WorldPeace Advocacy which really are a detailed life
plan for the rest of my life.”
“During
the majority of my time in prison, I wrote, read novels, read
the Bible, exercised, meditated, prayed and slept on and off
twenty-four hours a day. When I take in too much information,
I get sleepy and I take a nap. Usually I wake up with a clear
head and some minor revelation. And due to the lack of distractions
in solitary confinement, my psyche became more and more attuned
and my creativity flowed consistently as it still does now
that I am out of prison.”
“So
that year in prison allowed me to reconcile and find closure
and a peace with my past and allowed me to write a very dynamic
script for the rest of my life.”
“I came
out of prison with my health, my intellect, my education and
my experience but no real material possessions. I had been
washed clean as they say.”
“Prison
was not easy. It was hard especially the last six months.
Had it not been for my writing, I do not know what I would
have done to deal with the boredom. When I felt a bit depressed,
I began to write. When I could not clearly see the next entries
for the WorldPeace Advocacy, I would read a novel or the Bible.
I also had poems and other smaller books I wrote in addition
to my autobiography and my novels. So one of my books that
I was writing or the Bible or a contemporary novel would buoy
me up until I found the mainstream of my WorldPeace Advocacy
again. Then I would continue to write my vision.”
“Overall,
I was forced to contemplate, meditate and pray about the meaning
of my life and life in general day and night.”
“I was
off track and that is why I went to prison. I had a destiny
I had seen in a vague and undefined way at the age of eight:
and I have lived that destiny. In 2008, I looked around and
saw so many of my peers had gone to work for forty years and
had attained various levels of success. I had nothing in the
way of tangible assets when I exited prison.”
“I knew
in 1988, that I could accumulate a fortune in a variety of
endeavors but I could not manifest my bigger vision of peace
which at that time I defined as my WorldPeace Advocacy. I
knew that money would not give me peace or the sense of worth
that I needed. The seeking out of money for the sake of money
was not my destiny and held no interest for me. Yet I was
bothered by the fact that my life seemed so scattered.”
“Even
in 2008, I wanted to paint, write and run a very large web
design business. Each endeavor required a lot of time and
total dedication. I was still dividing my interests and it
was frustrating. I had so many skills and options to make
money that it was hard to settle into just one career path
if you will.”
“Another
huge problem for me was the lack of a wife, or life companion.
I was so lonely. What my relationship with women would look
like upon exiting jail was a big question. I have known all
my life that without love, female, biological, emotional,
intimate, love, that I would be in a constant state of tension.
Nothing made me want to cry out more than the loneliness I
was experiencing. Being in prison did not allow me to experience
or experiment with a male/female relationship. So when I exited
jail, female companionship was an important but unresolved
issue. I had come to some conclusions about what I needed
in a relationship.”
“I was
remade in prison; completely. The epiphanies and revelations
became the foundation for everything I have done since exiting
prison and everything I intend to do.”
“I want
to mention that I had to deal with the great anger that I
had for that cop and those judges who ignored the law and
put me in jail for as long as they could. I had great anger
because of those lies. All I could think about to give me
some peace was Job and Jesus and the Apostle Paul and that
I was not suffering compared to them. God allowed those evil
people to have some dominion over me. So I just had faith
in God and the unshakeable knowing that in the end I would
be vindicated. That the evil wrong doing that I had experienced
would not stop me from achieving the promise I had made to
God before I was born; to work to uplift the world human society
in some significant way.”
“What
is your overall attitude about life right now?” Asked
Brandon.
“I am
still young at heart. I still have a clear mind. I have a
much younger body than people who are my age. Physically,
I know I am not twenty or forty but I am in great shape for
my age.”
“I can
see that you are in very good physical shape,” Brandon
said.
“Dr.
WorldPeace, there is a belief among a lot of people that you
are a ladies man. How do you respond to that?” Brandon
asked.
“For
me a ladies man is someone who has nothing going on in his
life but the pursuit of women; or someone who has sex with
women as his first priority in life. I am an artist, writer,
advocate for peace and a businessman. The pursuit of women
is not a priority in my life. However, due to my other endeavors,
and due to the fact that I try to hire mostly women to work
with me in my various endeavors, I understand how people might
think that about me. In America one of the most effective
ways to discount or marginalize someone is to label him as
a ladies man.”
“One
of the core impediments to peace in the world is the subordination
of women worldwide. In an attempt to overcome that, ninety-seven
percent of the people who work with me are women. There are
unlimited opportunities for women in all of my enterprises
and endeavors. Since almost everyone who works for me does
so as an independent contractor, I am able to avoid the employment
laws in America regarding gender discrimination.”
“As
a result of the fact that I have this focus on women working
for me all over the world, there are situations in my life
where I have the opportunity to become intimate with women
with whom I am associated and who I meet in my work. I am
a single man and I only connect personally with single women.
Whether I am intimate with two women or twenty women is irrelevant
to what I am doing in my various projects.”
“With
regards to intimacy with women, I believe that the closest
thing to a pure metaphysical experience a person can have
in this reality is sexual intimacy. For me, no drug or alcohol
or other artificial stimulant can create the euphoria associated
with intimacy; where one can experience a little bit of heaven
while being incarnate in a human body in this reality.”
“For
me, sexual, emotional and loving intimacy is a sacred act.
The experience is spiritual and natural.”
“I am
against sexual relations when one of the partners is married
to someone else and especially if there are children at home.
That creates significant problems for the children. That is
the only sexual sin if you will as far as I am concerned.”
“It
is hard for me to consider sex as a sin in any form except
of course I consider rape and child molestation to be an evil
crime. I am speaking here of sexual acts where a man forces
himself on a woman or where an adult has sexual contact of
any kind with a child.”
“Homosexual
relationships are also legitimate. I am not attracted to men
in case you are wondering. From what I understand, homosexuality
is associated with genetics and is not a learned lifestyle.
I cannot condemn or judge behavior between consenting adults
that harms no one else. I do not personally understand what
it would be like to be attracted to another man. I do not
understand alcoholism and drug addiction which I also understand
to have a basis in ones genetic make up.”
“I think
sex is the glue that binds marriages and takes them to a higher
level. I think it is sad when married people are sexually
mismatched such that one spouse has a high sex drive and the
other one does not. Over time I think this mismatch destroys
many relationships.”
“I do
not tend to have casual sexual relationships. I tend to feel
used in those situations. I need some kind of emotional connection
to enhance the primal biological sexual desires that I have.
I find casual sex (and by that I mean, one night stands) to
be demeaning. I also have too much to do to spend time trying
to pick up women and have sex with them as an end in itself.”
“Fortunately,
almost all the sexual diseases can be avoided if one is cautious
about who one has sex with and if one uses protective measures.
I think it is wrong to expose another human being to a sexually
transmitted disease without informing that person.”
“What
about abortion, Dr. WorldPeace?” Brandon asked.
“I believe
life is sacred and I believe that the soul attaches to the
egg at the time of fertilization. I believe that it is wrong
to abort a fetus. It is a tragedy if the conception could
have been avoided by contraception.”
“If
a man has no desire to have children, he should get a vasectomy.
If a woman does not want to have any more children, she should
have her tubes tied. Unwanted children are a tragedy. And
I would say that people who vote against abortion should be
required to vote for welfare. In other words, I do not believe
that any antiabortion legislation should be put to a vote
without an attached welfare provision to take care of all
the unwanted children. And if it were possible, I would not
allow anyone to vote on the abortion issue unless they signed
a commitment that they would take these unwanted children
in as their own to raise.”
“I would
also have criminal penalties for women who refused to identify
the fathers of their children and I would require all such
fathers to pay child support or be incarcerated and sterilized
by way of a vasectomy. I think this would pretty much put
an end to all the unwanted children. It is a harsh measure
but I am not willing to allow men who impregnate women to
force their responsibility to support those children on me
as a member of society without my consent. Pregnancy is too
easy to avoid for these kinds of laws not to be supported.
Dumping unwanted children onto society for a lifetime for
a few moments of sexual ecstasy is simply too costly and if
you think about it, outrageous behavior.”
“Adults
who conceive and give birth to children must be held accountable
for their procreation by being required to contribute at least
financially to the support of the children they have brought
into the world.”
“That
being said, I would rather see an abortion, in the first trimester,
than to bring an unwanted child into this world. I am absolutely
against late term abortions. And late term begins when a child
could survive outside the womb. It is too bad that we have
to legislate issues like abortion but at their core people
are primal and the urge to sexual intercourse is just too
strong to overcome more often than not.”
“I have
an active sex life even now and without the use of Viagra
or other sexual stimulants. And I have several sexual companions.
But I think there is no doubt that if I felt a need to have
a constant flow of women in my life, it would hurt my credibility.
What I mean is if I have a constant turnover of women in my
life, no matter how deeply we were connected on any number
of levels, people are going to discount my effort to increase
the peace in the world human society and emphasize my sexual
pursuits. Being intimate with a woman for me comes after a
relationship has been established on something more significant
than chemistry alone. That is why I advocate online dating
where you get to know someone before the chemistry can hold.”
“For
those that cannot understand loving more than one woman they
are ignoring the reality that they can love more than one
parent or more than one child. Love is not a mathematical
matter. You do not give your father sixty percent of your
love and your mother forty percent or further divide your
love between your children and your parents. Love is not mathematical.
Love is a yes or no. Certainly there are degrees of love when
you compare your love for one person as opposed to another
outside of blood connections. But being very simplistic, if
you can love two or more children totally, you can love two
or more women. And if we can love our children, we can love
the children of others and not diminish the love we have for
our own biological children one bit.”
“That
is pretty radical, Dr. WorldPeace,” Brandon said.
“Yes
this is a radical way of looking at love. It is a radical
argument for loving more than one woman. It is a radical argument
for loving everyone who is by nature someone’s child.
But it is a valid truth. I want to make clear that I am not
advocating bigamy or polygamy which are legal issues. I think
for now we should not be able to legally marry more than one
person because the whole legal system of family law would
have to be changed to embrace it and deal with it. But that
is a purely legal consideration. It is not a spiritual consideration.
Spiritually we can love virtually everyone.”
“The
subject of love between men and women is complicated; very
complicated. But it is also very simple. And from that love,
we can bridge over to love in the world and increasing the
level of peace in the world human society.”
“I love
the women I am intimate with,” I said.
“And
lastly, I have nothing to say to people who try to use my
liberal beliefs with regards to sexual relations to discount
all the work that I do to try to increase the peace in the
world human society.”
“Thank
you, Dr. WorldPeace. What is your global position on the law?”
Bill asked.
“There
are three areas in the human society that affect peace; the
law, politics and religion. Each of those areas of the human
society has a mandate to increase the peace. Yet all these
entities are run by human beings and so even though they do
manifest some degree of peace, they also create chaos and
conflict due to their elitist, exclusionary philosophies,
doctrines, dogmas, morals and ethics.”
“These
are the three of the five areas that I have focused my WorldPeace
Advocacy on. The other two are racism and the subordination
of women.”
“Racism
and gender bias is not founded upon a bureaucratic organization
like the other three. Gender bias is just a tragic reality
of contemporary human society that subordinates women for
no reason other than the fact that they are women. When woman
have true equality in the world human population, the level
of peace in the world human society will dramatically and
immediately increase.”
“As
you know, I have a Doctor of Jurisprudence from the University
of Houston and I practiced law for almost twenty years. The
criminal and family laws are totally corrupt. The police lie
like every other witness. The legal maxim is that ‘all
witnesses lie’. Yet juries believe that police testimony
is always true. No defendant could win in a swearing match
with a cop. Defense attorneys are appointed by judges to move
cases. Representation for indigent people accused of a crime
is a formality without substance. Judges are elected on law
and order platforms and so the accused have no real rights.
Ruling contrary to prosecutors will leak out to the judge’s
constituencies that the judge is soft on crime. The presumption
of innocence is a fiction. Someone complains, cops arrest,
grand juries indict and prosecutors prosecute. When a defendant
enters the court room, he or she has already had four layers
of the criminal justice system agree that he or she appears
guilty enough to be tried.”
“Justice,
when there is any, is purchased at a very high price from
lawyers that contributed to the campaign funds of the judges
who they practice before. When two lawyers stand before a
judge, the one who contributed to the judge’s campaign
has a huge advantage over the other attorney who contributed
little or nothing. This is not rocket science. It is the way
of society. I believe it is the way justice works in all political
systems from capitalism to communism.”
“The
grand jury system is a joke. It is a one sided presentation
by some ambitious prosecutor who either gets convictions or
is fired. The grand jury is a human rubber stamp.”
“The
family law is a conflict oriented, greed driven system that
destroys families and thrives off of broken love. The same
problem exists in regards to family justice being skewed by
campaign contributions as in every other area of the law where
judges are elected.”
“The
law is as corrupt in the American judicial system as it is
in every other judicial system in every other nation. Money
and power is the source of injustice in the judicial system.
I tell people what Jesus told people two thousand years ago
to ‘stay out of the courts if you do not want to go
to jail or lose all your money’. It has made me wonder
sometimes if Jesus had not practiced law. Just kidding.”
“Judges
are gatekeepers on procedural rules and evidence that controls
every legal case that comes to trial. Judges are influenced
by financial connections with the lawyers who practice before
them. There is collusion between judges and prosecutors. And
all the officers of the court are human beings who more often
than not render judgments that reflect their bias as opposed
to applying the law.”
“Sometimes,
I have felt it would be better to go back to the old Biblical
way of deciding guilt and innocence by casting lots. But even
then someone would find a way to manipulate the outcome. Look
at the trial of Jesus and learn a lesson. You can never have
true justice because human beings will always find a way to
manipulate the system; human beings with money that is and
those who want to accept their money for corrupting the law
and skewing the facts in every single trial.”
“I wrote
my books on all of this. I have no doubt that I will be attacked
by those in power for what I have written. It is too much
truth to allow the public to consider these things and question
the authority of those in power.”
“All
through my WorldPeace Advocacy I have had to tone down my
rhetoric in order to reduce the potential danger to my life.
A peace advocate is just a crackpot liberal until he or she
begins to affect the income and/or power of some powerful
individual or a cohesive and organized group of those who
truly run society.”
“Judges
and attorneys are a constant and ever present impediment to
peace in the world human society.”
“We
must remain ever vigilant to foster and maintain justice in
society. Justice is the goddess of secular society. I always
loved the law and I loved to read cases but I at the same
time hated the corrupt judges and greedy lawyers who run the
system and intentionally, knowingly and maliciously skew the
law.”
“Sounds
like you have a pretty big ax to grind against judges and
attorneys,” Brandon said.
“Let
me say that I am passionate about the lack of justice in the
world human society. The legal system is to secular society
what the religious bureaucracies are to sectarian society.”
“What
about politics?” Brandon asked.
“Politics
in America is very simple. A politician gathers together a
constituency that is numerous enough to get him the most votes
and win the election. These people support his agenda by giving
him money and they modify his agenda by giving him money;
money to run commercials and skew the truth to the majority
of the people in society. The politician is then obligated
to the people who supported him with their money. He is obligated
to advocate their needs even if their needs are contrary to
increasing the peace and justice in the world human society.”
“So
for instance if a politician creates a constituency based
on his pledge not to increase property taxes and then the
tax issue comes up in the legislature to raise property taxes
to fund education, the politician votes against the tax increase.
So the higher good to society as a whole for a better educated
populace is skewed in favor of those who want no increase
in their property taxes for any reason.”
“A politician
cannot be re-elected by betraying his constituency on the
most important issues even if it is for the greater good of
society as a whole.”
“So
money decides the majority of issues before the legislature;
not what is just and fair no matter how obvious.”
“Until
money is removed from the election process, there will be
unjust laws based not on the will and intention of the majority
of the populace but on the group with the greatest political
war chest.”
“The
whole world human society is about power. Those who work hard
to increase their wealth expect to be able to use that wealth
to control the political environment in which they operate.
And by controlling the economic environment, they make more
money or at least do not lose it.”
“Pollution
control is another example of political corruption. Polluters
pay big money to stop the passage of pollution control legislation
that would result in decreased profits for their businesses.
So the general population suffers with polluted water and
air in order for the polluters to maintain their profits.
Making profits is too often not in sync with the overall good
of society.”
“But
do not forget that it is human beings who own stock in these
corporations. So if I own stock in Exxon, then I want bigger
dividends and growth of my equity and so I contribute to politicians
who will not pass legislation that is going to devalue my
investment in my Exxon stock.
“It
is not fair, it is not just, but it is the way of all political
systems.”
“Wow,”
Brandon said. “You have a way of taking complex issues
and reducing them to very simplistic models. Not to mention
putting a very liberal and cynical spin on them.”
“Thank
you, I think,” I replied.
“So
the last of the issues I will ask you about is religion,”
said Brandon.
“Religion
is sort of like politics and the law. I have three major peace
issues related to religion.”
“First,
you have to realize that God, religion and spirituality are
not the same thing. Spirituality is a one on one relationship
with God and not with self-proclaimed intermediaries of God:
priests, preachers and so on. Religion is corporate. It is
a man made bureaucracy.”
“The
problem is that the prime directive of all religious bureaucracies
is to first preserve the bureaucracy and then to spread the
message of the founding prophet, messiah, avatar, Iman, etc.
So when the preservation of the bureaucracy is in jeopardy
because it is doing something contrary to the founder’s
message, the message of the founder is skewed.”
“An
example of this is the Catholic Church in Hitler’s Germany.
The message of Jesus was to preserve life and stop the holocaust.
But to challenge the Nazi’s treatment of the Jews would
put the Catholic Church at cross purposes with Hitler. So
the Catholic Church turned its back on the Jews.”
“The
second problem internally with bureaucratic religion is the
lack of accountability. If the preacher is stealing money
and a member wants to see the books as my mother did at Heights
Presbyterian Church in Houston, Texas, the church where she
had been a member and at times an elder for over sixty-two
years, she was removed from membership. The church relied
on the teachings of the Apostle Paul that says that members
who challenge the leadership should be removed from the community.
This means the church is man oriented and not God oriented.
Preachers say it is God’s church but if it were truly
God’s church, once you became a member by professing
your belief in God, God would not remove you from His church
under any circumstance. But church bureaucrats will remove
you from their church.”
“A third
problem with religion is more fundamental. Religion is elitist
and exclusionary. It is an ‘us verses them’ mentality.
You are with us or you are against us is what religion is
all about. We have the truth. And if we have the truth and
you do not believe what we believe, then you are not one of
God’s chosen. And the last step is that if you are not
one of God’s chosen it is OK for us to abuse and even
kill you because you have no real value due to you lack of
belief in our religion.”
“Religious
bureaucracies support the politicians who will protect them
and look out for them. So there is a marriage between bureaucratic
religion and secular politics and also with the judicial system
where judges are elected by members of congregations.”
“Consider
big issues like slavery in America and genocide of the Native
Americans carried out by Christians and patriotic Americans
under a very liberal Constitution where all men are declared
equal.”
“OK,
so why is there no peace? What is the core reason?”
Brandon asked.
“The
core reason there is no peace is because of change. Everything
that manifests into this reality out of the Infinite Potential
(God) in time disintegrates back into that Infinite Oneness.
So as humans die and as humans are born there is a constant
reshuffling of the power structure and that leaves society
in a constant state of chaos and disharmony. Nothing is stable
for very long because everything changes. There can never
be a perfect peace with all this change going on all the time.
Everything in this reality changes; some things faster than
others. We can increase the peace by minimizing the effects
of change but we cannot create a perfect peace.”
“If
you want to see perfect peace, go to a sculpture garden of
human statues. Every human like sculpture is frozen in stone
or bronze and therefore, since there is no interaction, all
the statues exists in perfect peace.”
“And
if you think about it, there is no peace in heaven either.
The Bible is clear that the Archangel Satan fought with the
Archangel Michael. Fundamentalist Christians believe in a
peaceful heaven despite the fact that their Bible contradicts
their belief that God originally created a perfect heaven.”
“The
metaphysical reality is ‘As above, so below’,”
I said. “If you want to know how spiritual beings behave
in heaven, look around at the world human society. Don’t
human beings when making war on aborigines try to impose their
reality on the natives? Soul’s enter heaven and bring
with them all their memories of life on earth and then incarnate
on earth with their memories of heaven. And I use heaven here
to include both heaven and hell. The truth is often paradoxical.”
“Dr.
WorldPeace, you have thrown out more in the last hour than
I will be able to process for years to come if not for the
rest of my life. Do you have any closing remarks?” Brandon
asked.
“Yes.
Until we begin to see and treat each other first as human
beings and second as of a certain color, religion, nationality
or gender, the level of peace in the world human society will
remain the same. As long as we join groups and by so doing
adopt elitist and exclusionary mindsets and philosophies,
we will be impediments to increasing the peace in the world
human society. WorldPeace is based on a foundation of democratic
inclusiveness.”
“In
addition, until we become spiritual first and religionists
second, we are going to have a hard time connecting with God
and our infinite immortal spiritual soul.”
“The
goal of the world human society is to increase the peace;
not to create a perfect peace on earth which is unobtainable.
We can make things better. Increasing the peace in the world
human society is achievable.”
“Brandon,
it was a pleasure. Thank you for having me. Thank you for
the kind words,” I said.
“God
bless you John WorldPeace and the best to you and your WorldPeace
Advocacy,” Brandon said as he reached out and shook
my hand.
TWENTY-SIX
Life was pretty
calm and stable during the weeks after I returned from New
York. I worked on sorting through all the things that were
packed when the house in the Heights sold during the time
I was in jail. I wanted to organize all my old client files
before I started back to work. I was also looking for a very
smart and driven female to work with me in the web design
business.
I talked to
Cathy and Francois every day and every night. Linda and Rose
or both would come over and spend the night with me. I was
really enjoying the peace. We went to the movies a couple
of times a week and went on short road trips on the weekends.
I called Harper
and set up an appointment for May 19th, in New York. Also,
Harper told me that I would need to come to New York every
week to ten days until we solidified a deal and a marketing
plan. I was concerned that the Feds had screwed up my book
deal or had tried to modify it in some way.
Marshall and
I had not talked about our visit with the CIA and FBI directors.
We decided not to discuss it until we got a call for another
meeting. We also felt nothing would happen until the book
deal was finalized. We felt the Feds were doing major background
checks on me. They were nervous about doing business with
someone as independent and as radical as I am.
TWENTY-SEVEN
It was 1000
in New York when I entered the offices of Harper Collins.
This was the home office and the hub of all their publishing
subsidiaries. It was a typical big corporate office located
in a sixty plus story building in the center of one of the
most populous cities in America.
Back in 1987,
I had seen a vision of a painting that was nothing but fire
on top and water on the bottom. I normally would have recorded
the vision in my sketchbook or begun to paint the vision.
But it was such a simple painting I did nothing. I had the
same dream seven times before I came to the conclusion that
it was meaningful and began to paint it. I then put it aside.
In 1993, I
was working on my Book of Peace. It was only sixty-five pages
so I submitted it in chap form to Harper Collins along with
a query letter. About a month later, I received a box of books
and other information from the CEO of Harper Collins San Francisco.
On the outside of the box was their fire and water logo. The
logo was very simple but the colors were the same as my painting
and there was no doubt that my painting was a rendition of
that logo.
I was sure
the book would be published. Kay and I were living in Broomfield,
Colorado at the time. We had spent a lot of time in meditation
about the book.
As it turned
out, one of the VP’s at the San Francisco office vetoed
the project claiming that peace does not sell. This was a
time when the first Iraq war was going on in the sense the
we were still flying missions. I was upset and sent a mildly
angry letter to my patron at Harper who wrote back in a kind
manner apologizing but supported the decision process.
When I began
to write The WorldPeace Advocacy in prison in 2008, I realized
that my timing was wrong in 1993. I had to live another fifteen
years as a peace advocate before I could write a book on peace
that would sell. The time was right in 2009 because there
was an ongoing second Iraq war and an ongoing war in Afghanistan.
And in addition, after seven years of two wars begun by the
infamous George W. Bush, Barak Obama, an African American,
was elected as president of the United States.
So I was not
surprised when I submitted the new books to Harper Collins
and they wanted to talk to me about publishing them.
I was sad because Kay and I had seen very clear visions of
negotiating with Harper Collins in New York and I was entering
their home office alone. I had tried to get Kay to come with
me but we had been separated for over two years and she just
did not want to come with me. Even though we had no future,
I still wanted her to be a part of it all. I thought maybe
she would change her mind later. I was a bit upset because
she was always good luck for me. I just wanted her to see
our visions regarding my books become reality.
As I entered
the corporate suite, the receptionist took my name and invited
me to have a seat. I declined anything to drink.
In just a
few minutes Bill Carlson, CEO came out and greeted me.
“Hello
Dr. WorldPeace, I am Bill Carlson,” he said.
I extended
my hand and said, ”Nice to meet you.”
“We
are gathering executives together now in our main conference
room so follow me,” he said with a pleasant smile.
I could tell
he did not expect John WorldPeace to appear in a business
suit. This was so typical. Businessmen always assume I will
appear in hippie clothing with a ponytail instead of a business
suit and a shaved head.
After entering
the conference room, I asked for a diet coke and took a few
cookies from the open tray on the bar. I smiled that I had
no problem making myself at home.
“So
give me the two sentence version of what we are tying to accomplish
today,” I requested of Bill.
“Can
I call you John,” Bill asked.
“I would
prefer WorldPeace. But it is up to you. Some people feel most
comfortable with John,” I replied.
“For
now I prefer John,” he said.
“Essentially
John we want the books but they are so unique we don’t
know how to market them in the sense that most often a person
writes a best seller and then the sequels after we prove there
is a market. You have written several sequels as well as the
first novel. It is good for us because we see the whole package
up front. We can see where you are going with future novels.
Also, we don’t have to be concerned about you meeting
deadlines with sequels that are already written. The problem
is that we feel we have to commit to the whole package with
no track record. There are other issues but that is the main
one,” he said.
“I see,”
I said.
Five other
people entered the conference room and Bill introduced them
all; Jeane Cross, new acquisitions, Harry Delacroix, world
markets, James Oldham, Religion and Philosophy and New Age
VP, Sally Herald US Marketing, and Sam Gottlieb and Dana Aaron,
readers.
Everyone was
cordial and moved to the drinks and pastry bar to make their
selections and then sat down at the large oak conference table
that would seat about twenty-five.
Bill sat at
the head of the table and I sat to his left so I could better
hear everyone. I had a hearing aid in my left hear but it
was new and I was not quite comfortable with it yet.
Bill said
that he had just related to me that we were here to try to
work out a deal. He related that I had practiced law and I
wanted to have the initial discussions without a lawyer present.
Everyone had read some or all of my books and since the first
book in my WorldPeace Advocacy series, my autobiography, had
essentially related everything about me in my own words, they
already had a good feel for who I am. Now they were going
to see how the flesh and blood human being matched up with
the autobiographical first volume.
“I am
going to let John open this meeting. I feel certain he can
clearly articulate his position. He has been a salesman most
of his life and I think we can best learn about his agenda
directly from him,” Bill said.
“Thank
you Bill. Ladies and gentleman,” I began, “I have
written what I consider to be a very unique set of books.
The first volume is an autobiography of a nobody named John
WorldPeace, a self appointed global advocate for peace. That
nobody has lived a unique dynamic and enigmatic life. I feel
I have written a good series of books that could be looked
at as an epic story. I think that what is going to impact
over and over on the reader when they are reading my novels
is: ‘Hey this is the potential future of a real guy
we are reading about’”.
“The
second book is an extension of my autobiography. It is a prison
journal for the year 2008 when I was in prison wrongly accused
of resisting arrest and knocking down and kicking a Deputy
U S Marshall. The third and subsequent books are novels that
essentially project the future of John WorldPeace over the
next forty years or as long as I live.”
“I have
completed the first two novels and intend to write three to
four more each year. I will also periodically update my autobiography.
I think it will be interesting to the people over time to
compare how the John WorldPeace in the novels compared to
the real John WorldPeace. As I said, I think the whole series
of books could be viewed as an ongoing and developing epic.”
“Of interest
is that I am going to write the last book in the series to
be published after my actual death or when I decide to quit
writing if that were to happen. I will update that final novel
each year to make it as current as possible in the event of
my demise. Only my son will have the manuscript.”
“What
is interesting is that I will not be able to reveal everything
in these biographical sequels for this reason. If I am in
real life working on something that is highly sensitive or
politically volatile or involves people who want to remain
under the radar, I will only be able to write the sanitized
and edited version. Otherwise it will affect my efforts to
get things done in the real world because people who are involved
in my projects will worry about how I am going to publicized
it, even if vaguely disguised as fiction. There will also
be written for a later publication, as in after my death,
a supplement to each sequel that will essentially give all
the factual details of those kinds of events. So, maybe twenty
years later, these supplements begin to be published.”
“In
other words, you will have to outlive me to find out ‘the
rest of the story’ as the commentator Paul Harvey used
to say,” I said smiling.
Everyone in
the room seemed stunned; just as I thought they would be.
They had not considered the fact that there would be ongoing
fictional novels and autobiographical sequels. And each subsequent
book should revive interest in the primary epic. It was like
I had significantly expanded everyone’s initial concept
of the project.
“So
ladies and gentlemen, I am offering you a project like no
other. It is unique. It has a worldwide potential because
the issues, topics, storylines are global. The epic will continue
to expand as long as I live. And through my efforts to increase
the peace in the world human society, each day should bring
a significant increase in sales. Everywhere I go, everything
I do, will directly or collaterally promote my books. It will
all feed upon itself. The books will increase my WorldPeace
endeavors and my WorldPeace endeavors will increase book sales
for the rest of my life.”
Bill could
no longer contain himself and got up and paced a bit behind
his chair. No one spoke.
“John
I have never, as in ever, been presented with something this
big. The potential here is off the charts. And your ability
to manipulate the market by integrating the novels into everything
you do regarding peace and WorldPeace is quite frankly mind
boggling.”
I interrupted,
“Then consider what would happen after five or ten years
of my pursuing my agenda and promoting the books if I was
to win the Nobel Peace Prize. The book sales should go ballistic
in the worldwide market. And due to its uniqueness, my epic
may win some literary prizes as well.”
Everyone was
quiet. Everyone’s mind was moving at lightening speed.
I smiled hoping that no one’s head would explode.
“I believe
the long run potential for this project is in the billions
of dollars and the chance to make a real and positive impact
on the world human society is significant. I have written
enough about peace to give people a vision. And they hopefully
will take what I have written and modify and expand on it
and apply it locally, if not globally. The result should be
an increase in the peace in the world human society; which
is my only true objective.”
“However,
keep this in mind, I will never stop promoting WorldPeace
as long as I am alive. Maybe my books will become a sort of
handbook for peace. And I might mention that each year I can
discuss why my initial vision of how to do something did not
and could not work. So I am constantly tweaking the initial
vision. People will get involved. Maybe one day we will reach
a critical mass and the world human society might just take
a giant leap forward that will help us cope with the exponential
growth of technical knowledge and other social dynamics of
the twenty-first century.”
“Through
the internet, the world is becoming more and more dynamically
integrated and interactive. So the method of dissemination
of my ideas quickly, already exists and is expanding. As I
said, I believe the potential here is almost infinite financially
speaking.”
“Jesus!”
is all Bill could say as he sat down.
“John,
I would have never imagined that you have such a dynamic vision.
I believe you can motivate the world John. You need a platform,
a grand soapbox, and you will be able to make things happen.
You have made a “true believer” out of me. WorldPeace
is a possible dream. The possibility of increasing the peace,
I believe that now.”
“Jesus!”
he said again.
“This
is what I want to do,” Bill said. “John, I would
ask you to excuse us for about thirty minutes, maybe an hour.
We need to talk before we proceed with this meeting. The things
that you have just said require that we seriously re-evaluate
this project.”
Bill called
in one of his assistants.
“Mary,
will you take John on a tour of our offices. We are going
to have a meeting while you do that. If we finish sooner,
I will buzz you.”
“Yes,
sir,” she responded professionally.
“If
you would follow me Dr. WorldPeace, by the way, I am Mary,”
she said with a pleasant smile.
“I am
sorry John. I should have introduced you to Mary,” Bill
said. “My mind is on fire right now.”
I followed
Mary out of the conference room and closed the door. We then
made a stop at her desk where she picked up a beeper and she
then proceeded with the tour.
TWENTY-EIGHT
In about forty
minutes, Bill buzzed Mary and she returned me to the conference
room. The tour showed me a typical big corporate office; a
maze of offices filled with a large team of people with a
common corporate vision. Everyone was nice and well dressed
and busy. ‘Very structured’, I thought.
Mary opened
the conference room door and I entered and returned to my
seat after helping myself to another diet coke and some more
cookies. For some reason my unembarrassed grazing made me
smile to myself.
“John,
you have really stunned all of us with your presentation.
We are all impressed with the flesh and blood WorldPeace.
Most of us have read upwards of twenty percent of your books
but no one read them as closely as we should have for this
meeting. However, we all read different parts and after our
discussion, we have a better appreciation for what you have
done. It is a massive work. But what we realized for the first
time is that you intend to make the novels book a reality.
At least the positive parts,” Bill said.
“You
did not write a novel John. We now realize that you wrote
a template for increasing the peace. We did not realize you
had put the whole world on notice as to your agenda. And you
have given everyone the details of your plan. You are going
to write novels about things you actually intend to make happen.
You are going to package your agenda in an ongoing series
of contemporary novels. That is just unbelievable. ”
“We
have read your books as traditional novels. You have and intend
to continue to actuate that novel, to make it real; to adjust
the parts of your WorldPeace Advocacy that you find do not
work. And you are going to write supplements that are going
to be non-fiction. This means that there is a dynamic to your
epic novel that has never existed before in any literary work;
a fiction and nonfiction component.”
“By
integrating your life into the fulfillment of the novel you
have created an unparalleled dimension to literature. And
we believed there are additional subtle messages and objectives
that we have not yet recognized.”
“If
I might interrupt,” I said.
“Many
things in the book just hint at a deeper and more dynamic
reality of the subjects. The CIA/FBI are not fiction for effect.
They are real. I am advocating global social change. And governments
all over the world want to make sure that what I am advocating
is not destabilizing to not only their countries but also
not destabilizing the global environment that may indirectly
and collaterally affect their countries. There is also concern
about the fact that I may have an unstated agenda; that the
story lines in the books seem so obvious that people do not
pick up on the critical undercurrents regarding peace on all
levels within the world human society.”
“There
is also concern about what I know but have not only not written
but have not revealed to anyone. If the next ten years parallel
the novel, then there is going to be concern that the following
thirty years will also parallel the novels. And if any of
the events related in the first ten books actually happen,
there is going to be an assumption that I am psychic. And
what could be worse than an intellectual psychic with a practical
approach to the world; especially one who is user friendly
and who has the ability to communicate clearly his plan for
increasing the peace.”
“There
is concern that I will become the antichrist disguised as
a messiah. So you can bet that I will be closely watched.
And you would be kidding yourself if you ignored the possibility
of attempts on my life.”
“But
life goes on. I do not worry about those things. But I do
not ignore their potential reality either.”
“I just
have to be very careful as to what I say. Mostly I have to
take care not to move too fast in pushing for positive change
in the world human society.”
“Someone
will publish what I have written. I hope it is Harper Collins.
But I may have to go to France for a publisher. And I think
you now realize that the potential sales globally are almost
unlimited.”
“I am
trying to do something that has never been done. In fact,
could not have been achieved without the Internet. I feel
I have done my homework. I have spent my whole life preparing
myself for this mission. And this is a unique time in history
where what I am doing can be accepted and then gain momentum.”
“I believe
I am the man and this is the time in history for what I have
to say. I believe there is a real opportunity to transform
and uplift the world human society.”
“There
is a book called the ‘Holographic Universe’ that
says that it takes ten billion atoms to make a cell and ten
billion cells to make a human brain. Ladies and gentlemen
we are in the process of connecting eight billion human beings
through the internet. It will take only one thousandth of
one percent of those eight billion humans to connect and thereby
reach a critical mass that will then transform society; uplift
it to a more sane and harmonious reality.”
“I have
a template and a vision for increasing the peace in the world.
Now I need a publisher that can publish and distribute my
ideas worldwide. That is why I sought you out.”
“I believe
based in the fact that I dreamed your logo in 1987 over and
over but did not realized it until 1993, is a strong affirmation
that Harper Collins is to be the publisher. It would not surprise
me if this matter seemed familiar to some of you; déjà
vu maybe. I don’t know.”
“What
I do know is that I am ready to go to work. I know I need
a partner. What do you say? Are you ready to try to change
the world?”
No one said
anything for several minutes.
Bill broke
the silence. “John, I had a list of questions scribbled
down in shorthand that we wanted to ask you. You have specifically
answered all of them. It is like you already knew about the
items on the list. But no one left the room after I entered
and you had no way of knowing what I was thinking.”
“Bill,
things like this happen to me all the time. I don’t
question it,” I said.
“So what
do we need to do next?” Bill asked.
“Bill
let me suggest this. Here comes the businessman in me. You
write me a check today for $50,000 for an option to publish
The WorldPeace Advocacy. Over the next twenty-five days, you
fly me back here every week or ten days for a question and
answer session as you feel necessary. During that time you
get the lawyers to draw up the contracts and decide what this
project could be worth to you.”
“There
is one absolute that must be in the contract. If you let any
of the books go out of print, all publishing rights to that
book revert to me. The rest of the contracts will probably
be standard boiler plate in legal parlance.”
“At
or before the end of the option contract, you hand me a prepared
contract. We will then begin to hammer out the details and
final modifications.”
“I am
a very loyal person. This is my destiny we are discussing.
I want one publisher. I want to give you the right of first
refusal on each book. I do not want to have to waste any time
over the coming years negotiating book contracts with different
publishers. I am reasonable. And I also believe ‘that
you dance with those who brung ya’. I pray this contract
will be workable for the rest of my life.”
“Also,
I am happy to take a smaller advance on the books with bigger
royalties. I have some concerns about monitoring the sales.
All the money will be used to promote WorldPeace. I have no
interest in accumulating piles of money. I have no intention
to leave anything to my children. They do no live in my world.
All the profits I make will go toward peace projects. But
I want as much money to go to those projects as possible.”
“Does
anyone have any questions?” I asked.
“After
a minute Harry Jones said, “Talk to us about the messiah
and antichrist and people connecting you to these roles.”
“This
is something I have had to deal with since I changed my name,”
I said.
“The
Christian messiah, Jesus, left this reality by rising into
the clouds and it is said that he will return the same way.
So I tell people I was born of a human mother on April 24,
1948, in Houston and not in Jerusalem. Therefore, I cannot
be the messiah.”
“Incidentally
there is a real question that is never discussed about the
returning Jesus. Will he be Christian or Jewish in his orientation?
Just something to think about.”
“As
far as the antichrist, the fundamental Christian believe that
the antichrist will unite all people in troubled times. Well
troubled times usually mean war and the unity message will
be peace. So these people believe that the antichrist will
appear under a banner of peace and it is an easy step to wonder
if some guy named John WorldPeace may be the antichrist.”
“The
antichrist is supposed to unite people and eventually give
them the mark ‘666’. If you read everything I
have written since 1988, when I changed my name, you will
see that I have never had an organization, disciples, followers
or adherents. I have rejected all that. So I am not the antichrist.”
“And
if you look a bit deeper into all of this, you will see I
am somewhat anti-establishment. I encourage people to be more
spiritual and less religious. Spirituality is a direct relationship
to God without a corporate religious bureaucratic filter.
I encourage people to participate in the religion they have
adopted but only secondarily to pursuing their spirituality.”
“Spirituality
emphasizes that we are each children of one God. Religion
is man made and is elitist and exclusionary. You cannot be
Muslim and Christian both. You must be one or the other. So
religion is divisive and contrary to WorldPeace. Further,
a Christian/Muslim/Jewish/Buddhist peace will never manifest
WorldPeace. A Christian peace would require the entire human
population to be Christian.”
“So
you see, again, I do not fit the antichrist profile from the
Book of Revelation. Anyone who identifies himself as the messiah
is looking to die a martyr’s death. Consider what happened
to David Koresh.”
“Dr.
WorldPeace, many people say there will be no peace until Jesus
returns. How do you respond to that?” David Ashton asked.
“Jesus
has his agenda and I have mine. And mine does not conflict
with his.”
“My
message is that we can increase the level of peace in the
world human society. Consider if each person each day refused
to engage in just one argument with another human being. And
realize when anyone argues with anyone else it has a ripple
effect through the entire world human population. When I greet
people while having a bad attitude because I have been arguing,
I pass on my negativity. So conflict, every conflict, ripples
through the entire world human society. So by avoiding that
one argument each day, consider how much more peaceful the
world human society will become; immediately.”
“So
we can increase the peace. It is a copout to say there is
no point in trying to increase the peace until Jesus comes.
Rejecting the idea of WorldPeace is a copout. And if you apply
the ‘What would Jesus do concept’, I think you
will find that he would encourage peace. In fact, he said,
“love your neighbor.” The backside of that is
‘Do not be disagreeable when disagreeing.’”
“So
when I am told peace is not possible without the Second Coming
of Jesus, I emphasize the idea of increasing the peace and
say that this is my message, ‘to increase the peace
while we wait for Jesus’”.
“You
know I have been seeking the answer as to why we are here
and how can we be more peaceful all my life. In 1988, I changed
my name and more clearly defined my mission or destiny if
you will. In the last two decades, I have had many discussions;
many through the internet. I have tried to come up with a
coherent message for peace. I do love questions. Questions
challenge my philosophy. My answers must be in harmony with
my philosophy or I have to adjust my philosophy. I have been
doing this for so long that I doubt that there are many questions
that I have not been asked. So my philosophy is pretty tight
and coherent. Almost everything I have to say and the foundation
of what I say and the logic of how I arrived at my philosophy
are in my books. I really do not think you have any questions
that are not covered in my books.”
“I think
it is also important, even though it may not be readily obvious,
that my books are actually an open conversation. They are
an invitation to talk about peace. I have not written an addition
to the Ten Commandments. My philosophy is fluid and hopefully
a beginning of a more sane society. It is hopefully an ongoing
discussion that will survive my death. If we are to maintain
our present level of peace or any increased level of peace
we attain in the future, we will have to be vigilant.”
“I really
only have one message and it is one word, ‘WorldPeace’.
Everything else is just commentary on that one word,”
I said.
“Dr.
WorldPeace, what do you think about other religions,”
Betty Sanchez asked.
“In
1993, I began to interpret all the primary religious texts
of the world’s major religions for my own understanding.
I recognized that about five and a half billion human beings
do not buy into Christianity. And some of those religions
have been around a lot longer than Christianity. So I took
about seven translations of the most sacred text of each religion
and went line by line reinterpreting them with a common glossary;
like referring to God as the Infinite Potential. That effort
is eighty percent finished and should be published as collateral
to The WorldPeace Advocacy.”
“What
I realized is that if you understand all the religions, then
you will have a more complete and integrated concept of God.”
“Again,
I am no religious scholar, but I am someone who has studied
religion all my life. I like to refer people to the Book of
Job when they ask about other religions. When Job asks God
why the good suffer and the bad people prosper, God refused
to answer. He just asked Job who Job was to question God.”
“So
I am hesitant to ask why God allows all the various religions.
I tend not to believe that God allows false religions and
then punishes their advocates. That would be a sadistic God
and I believe God is about love.”
“You
see the problem again with religion is that religions preach
that the other religions are false. And that exclusionary
elitist mentality causes religious wars and supports and bolsters
political wars.”
“Religion
is a divisive, conflict generating organization. Religions
bring inner peace but they tend to also bring conflict between
religions and even denominations. That is why I believe the
foundation of WorldPeace lies in spirituality and not in religion.
Spirituality is a one on one relationship with God. Religions
are corporate bureaucracies that insert themselves between
human beings and God.”
“Dr.
WorldPeace, I am impressed that you have ready answers to
all questions put to you. To me that shows you have spent
a lot of time considering these matters,” said Bill.
“That
is true Bill,” I said, “and I have ignored Christian
propaganda that all other religions are misinformed. I have
looked into the other religions in order to form a workable
spirituality for myself. I am not a scholar simply being curious.
Once a religious scholar finishes his work, he does not make
suggestions on what to embrace. I do. I say this makes sense
and this does not. I say this is classical and archaic and
does not apply to contemporary society. The equality of the
genders, women’s equality is one such issue. The Jews,
Muslims and Christians all advocate the subordination of women.
Secular society is moving to empower women. A religion like
the Catholic bureaucracy that continues to hold onto a male
chauvinist doctrine and dogma may well cease to exist because
of such teachings. Also, doctrines encouraging unrestricted
child birth in an overpopulated world is in my opinion a criminal
position.”
“Does
anyone else have any questions?” Bill asked.
No one responded.
“Do
you want to say anything else John?” Bill asked me.
“No
not now. Thank you everyone for your consideration,”
I said.
“John
I need to meet with everyone again out of your presence. It
should take less than a half an hour and then I would like
to take you to lunch,” Bill said.
“That
is fine,” I responded.
TWENTY-NINE
Mary appeared
and ushered me out and took me to another small conference
room with a TV and refreshments. She then told me she was
just down the hall if I needed anything. All I had to do was
to push number eight on the intercom.
I thanked
her and proceeded to make myself a cup of coffee. In about
twenty minutes, Bill came by and we went to lunch at a nice
restaurant within walking distance. He had a table reserved
so there was no waiting. We sat down and I ordered iced tea
and had the fish special of the day.
“John
this has been a very interesting morning. We have never had
this set of circumstances before. Nothing comes close. We
want to go forward,” he said.
“That
is good,” I said.
“John
your friends in Washington came to talk to me yesterday,”
he continued.
“OK,”
I said.
“John
these guys are very paranoid about you and I can see why after
this morning’s meeting. You are a very intelligent,
driven fellow who has an incredibly positive and I think practical
vision. I think your friends are concerned that you will become
so popular that you will be able to make things happen politically
around the world that are not always going to be in the best
interest of the USA. And let me say John, this conversation
should not go beyond this table.”
“Agreed,”
I said.
“We
told them that we are most probably going to publish you John
because if we don’t someone else will and if no one
does, you will self publish. I told them your vision was going
to be disseminated one way or the other and we feel we can
make a lot of money and so we want on board with your WorldPeace
Advocacy by way of publishing your books,” he said.
“Do
you see yourself becoming a major pain for the Feds?”
Bill asked.
“I already
told these guys I would play ball. But I told them that everything
they wanted would have a price tag; either money or legislation,
intelligence, trade offs on various issues or something else
of value to me. I want to see relations between Cuba and the
United States normalized. I think it is in the best interest
of the United States. But I will forego that issue if they
do some things for me,” I said.
“The
problem they have is that they can keep me out of Cuba but
they cannot stop me from attending an event in a Third World
country where Cuba also attends. Say for instance in China
or Russia.”
“But
you have to realize that if we can find a working relationship,
then I can be their number one asset in the world. The problem
is that there are many interests in these world political
environments and my peril may be from an unidentified third
party player who may or may not have been identified.”
“My
job is to tread lightly in the beginning and create some kind
of working relationship with the Feds. The biggest problem
I have is the challenge of dealing with new people every four
or eight years. I will pursue my WorldPeace Advocacy for the
rest of my life, they will be in power for only short periods.”
“What
is interesting to me, is that I have written everything in
my books. I am a very open person. My agenda is about to become
a very public open book. But these guys are paranoid. This
may sound stupid but they fear someone having more power than
the president. That is the core problem. And if I can put
together a coalition of peace groups around the world, I will
be able to confront any world leader I chose. But that is
where I can put my life in jeopardy and I have no interest
in becoming a martyr. I want to live long and prosper,”
I smiled.
“John
you have a great epic story and what is so unbelievable is
that the epic is real and contemporary. It is unique and uplifting
and full of hope even though there is some edgy things in
your philosophy. You do not come off as an anarchist. What
you have written is a vision that you intend to make a reality.
It is a very peaceful vision. The paradox is that it puts
you in harms way. And what we here at Harper Collins have
realized is that you have no fear. Yet you are not careless
or suicidal either.”
“You
know John, you might just pull off a significant portion of
your WorldPeace agenda. You might just take this crazy world
and inject a little sanity into it,” Bill said.
“As
I said Bill, I have no death wish. The trick will be for me
to negotiate the obstacle course and emerge victorious at
age one hundred alive and well. It is a forty year long road
to one hundred. I am determined to make the journey. So is
Harper Collins in or out or on the fence?” I asked.
Bill reached
into his jacket and pulled out an envelope. Inside was a check
made out to me for $50,000 and an option contract on one page
for thirty days to give Harper more time to consider going
forward with the books.
“So
you guys want to ride the WorldPeace rocket?” I asked.
“I do
not know what we want yet except to be a part of your vision
in some way. Now we have to grind out the numbers, check the
law, design a marketing plan and deal with Washington. We
are not intimidated by the Feds in case you were wondering,”
he said.
I took out
my pen and signed the option contract, kept my copy and the
check. I handed the document back to Bill and shook his hand.
“You
know Bill there is a lot I did not write about, but nothing
subversive. Nothing like what I am trying to do is going to
happen without controversy. But controversy makes money as
long as I do not push the edge of the envelope too hard or
too fast. It is frustrating to me but society can only move
so fast into new territory. I intend to make the distance
run. And in my vision, I succeed.”
“According
to the contract we will meet next week here. Who will be my
liaison?” I asked.
“We
are not sure yet but we will appoint someone within a few
days. That is all I can tell you now,” he said.
“What
does the unofficial company pipeline say?” I asked.
“Well
John, most do not know what to say because the books are just
too big a project; the ultimate epic. They all agree that
you just might win a lot of literary acclaim because the concept
is so unique. And one thing that you said that we all agree
with: The book reads like fiction but the first part, the
autobiography, is not. It is real. There is a real John WorldPeace.
There is someone who created a vision for WorldPeace and wrote
a handbook for action. The book puts you in a nether world
between reality and fiction.”
“But
you would not have written the things that you did if you
did not feel you could achieve them. It becomes on one level
the ultimate underdog story. I think it will make people cheer
and maybe, maybe enough will join your vision to manifest
a few miracles. Your idea of an annual non fiction update
that parallels the fictional novels is brilliant,” he
said.
“One
thing we also believe is that you will not get caught up in
drugs, alcoholism or sex scandals or into a giant ego trip.
No one feels you will be side tracked by such things. Plus
you are a work-a-holic. Strangely, my people already feel
a vague sense of hope regarding a more peaceful world. And
that is a very emotional place. Maybe we will all be crying
as you cross the marker at one hundred years old. Not the
finish line but the end of a very long beginning. You may
become the world’s longest running story.”
“Like
I told my second ex-wife,” I said, “I only promise
not to bore you. I should have said I promise to love you
always and I promise not to bore you second. I left off the
first part. And she left at the nineteen year mark. She knew
I loved her. But she wanted some boredom; some peace. She
left with a part of me that will probably never be replaced
or completely healed over.”
“I asked
her to come with me here because we were together in 1993,
when I made my first contact with your office in San Francisco.
She declined. Maybe she will come next time now that I have
the ball rolling,” I said.
“I would
love to meet her,” Bill said thoughtfully.
THIRTY
The CIA/FBI
contacted Marshall a few days after I saw Kay and wanted to
meet again. I had a meeting set up with Harper about the book
and told Marshall I wanted to see Harper first and then I
would fly from New York to DC for the meetings with the Feds.
I really did not know which meeting to take care of first.
But I felt that Harpers would give me an idea of what the
CIA/FBI intended to do about the book at our next meeting.
It all seemed
sort of strange that I was meeting with one of the biggest
publishers in the world and the heads of the CIA and FBI.
Just a few months prior I had been in prison. Life is certainly
strange.
I felt that
the head of the NSA and the State Department would have to
be involved along with the CIA/FBI in the next meeting. I
thought that I would not bring that up but just see how the
next meeting went.
I had not
discussed anything with Marshall since the meeting in DC.
Now that I had seen Kay and had time to think through the
possible WorldPeace scenarios, it was time for Marshall and
I to talk. I called Marshall and asked him if we could get
together when I returned to Houston in a few hours. Although
he said nothing explicit on the phone I felt that he wanted
to talk as well. He was a more direct source of what the government
wanted than the signals I would have to read coming indirectly
from Bill and others at Harper Collins.
THIRTY-ONE
I met Marshall
at Myle’s office. When he was not at the police station
at work or studying for his Phd, he was in Myle’s Chiropractic
office. He had with Myle what I never had with Kay or the
Snake, a fully committed and driven business partner. In some
ways, Myle was a bit more driven than Marshall. She was also
politically driven. I was impressed with her vision and determination.
She used the community of Vietnamese fully. Not in a manipulative
way but in the sense of becoming someone who could deliver
the vote. I always felt she was even more driven than me.
Even though I ran for governor of Texas, it was more for the
experience than a serious attempt to win. Like many things,
I just engaged the campaign and waited to see what happened.
I was not someone who would compromise the greater need of
society for the special conflicting needs of interest groups.
Politics is about constituencies and I was not willing to
agree to vote a certain way jut to get elected; like no taxes
no matter what the circumstances. In my ideal world, I would
be elected because people expected me to do the right thing
for everyone and not essentially push an unyielding and unjust
platform in order to be elected.
I arrived
at the office and Marshall met me out front. Myle was busy
with patients. I thought I would see her later when we returned.
When we got
into Marshall’s car, he motioned me to say nothing and
he took a laptop from the back seat and began to run some
software. He then motioned me to hold the laptop so he could
watch for bugs in his car and at the same time watch the GPS
devices.
He drove west
of the city for about fifteen miles and turned onto a back
road that eventually led to a secluded old farmhouse. The
house and barn were uninhabitable.
Marshall motioned
me to get out of the SUV as he took the laptop from me and
another device from the back seat. He went to the back of
the SUV and retrieved two nice lounge chairs that he handed
to me. He walked to a place where we could not be easily seen
from the ground or from the air. He extended some legs from
the second device and turned it on. He put the laptop on the
ground where he could watch the screen. Our chairs were side-by-side
but facing opposite directions. This allowed us to get as
close as possible.
“Dad
just keep an eye out for anything going on behind me. Between
us we can see 360 degrees while we talk,” he said.
These devices
were given to him in DC to allow him and I to talk in privacy
among other purposes. The devices were for jamming surveillance
devices being used by others.
“OK,
so what is going on?” I asked.
“You
have all these Feds scared to death. They are paranoid about
what they feel is your hidden agenda,” he said.
“You
know Marshall, I have a web site and I have written books
with my agenda in it. All tolled it consists of thousands
of pages to date and will grow. It includes virtually all
the scenarios. And they have a full explanation of my first
sixty years on this planet in my autobiography,” I said.
“By
the way, is this conversation between just you and me or are
you broadcasting to them or recording for them?” I asked.
“This
conversation is between you and me only. They know you will
not be candid with me if you thought you were being recorded,”
he said.
“You
know Marshall, I guess the real question is if you are aware
they are recording us. I believe these devices you have which
I assume came from them are set up to broadcast. So I will
be cautious about what I say always. You trust these people
because you are one of them. I don’t. But I feel I can
work with them. Actually it is the old saying about keeping
your enemies close. These people are not my enemies but I
don’t trust them so they will only be trusted with a
large helping of paranoia on my part,” I said.
“ I
know they are concerned about me because they cannot read
my mind. They know I have no fear. They know I am psychic
and creative to a degree that they can never anticipate what
I am going to do,” I said.
“This
is what I know. You cannot afford to use me and I cant afford
to lie to you. You can believe what I tell you. Trust can
be broken with the smallest lie. And like Humpty Dumpty, it
can’t be put back together again,” I said.
“So
what are they telling Harper?” I asked.
“There
is nothing subversive or terroristic in your book,”
he said. It is just a very liberal viewpoint. And you have
no organization. You are not soliciting money. So for now
you seem to be on that wide highway of free speech staying
in the center of the road and off the shoulders,” he
continued.
“So
they are not going to interfere with Harper Colllins?”
I asked.
“They
have talked to Harper and Harper sees a pot of gold in publishing
you. They like what you have written. It is unique and timely.
It is a worthy goal. You are ambitious and full of energy,
straightforward and sincere about your advocacy. They know
you will remain active for the rest of your life promoting
WorldPeace and so book sales should stay significant for potentially
decades,” he said.
“The
government, CIA/FBI/NSA and State Department and even the
Department of Defense and Homeland Security feel you can help
them with intelligence both here and abroad. They feel if
you keep your message just left of center, everything will
work out.”
“Look,”
I said. “I want to promote peace. So I have to stay
close to the center politically but always to the left of
that center. But my expectation is that over time, slowly,
I will move further to the left.”
“I am
sure they have psychics and psychologists profiling me with
every bit of new input they receive,” I said. “I
am sure they have fun with my art and my haiku looking for
subliminal messages.”
“So
tell me Marshall, are you irritated about being their Seeing
Eye dog? Are you stressed because they have drafted you into
my world?” I asked.
“Not
really,” he said. “I am making a lot of valuable
contacts. I have access to people and places I would not have
without this assignment. And this does not take a lot of my
time,” he said.
“What
does Myle say,” I asked.
“She
views it as an opportunity,” he responded.
“Well
the next big step is to get the books published. Once that
is done, I will have a worldwide introduction and I should
be able to get into see people with ease, unless they are
disinclined to see me for some reason,” I said.
“But
you see, the world leaders constantly change and so I may
not have access this year to some heads of state, but I will
have that access when those leaders are replaced,” I
said.
“My
immediate problem is to continue to sort through all my things
that were packed and to prepare to restart the business. I
am determined to go slow. I am determined to hire people who
are driven and smart like me; ‘true believers’.
I think that will make all the difference in my business.
The Snake, Kay, Dave were just not up to the task. The drive
was more lacking than skill.”
“You
are going to have to be careful,” Marshall said. “There
are a lot of people very nervous about you. I just don’t
fully understand all the fear and anxiety,” he said.
“I think
the fear is that they believe that I can pull it off. That
John WorldPeace is about to gain a platform in the world arean
and once that happens there will be no stopping or much controlling
me. People from the bottom to the top of the social pyramid
do not like to deal with someone that cannot be controlled.
I think they recognize that I am different. They want to write
me off as a burned out hippie. But I am not that and they
know it.”
“They
hoped that I used dope but I don’t. And I don’t
smoke or drink and I am not obsessed with sexing women. Yes,
I want a companion but I am not a ladies man. If I had to
give up women completely to complete my WorldPeace mission,
I would. I will do whatever it takes. Finding a companion
is the toughest job I have. The Snake and Kay have destroyed
almost all trust I had in myself to pick a companion. I now
think I know what I am looking for. And right now I am connected
to four women, two in the US and two in Paris. But that just
sort of happened. I was not looking for a companion when I
met any of them.”
“Anyway,”
I continued, “back to the subject at hand. I do not
want to take you from Myle; in the sense that you do not have
the time to help her with her goals and dreams because of
having to stay connect with me.”
“Did
the Feds tell you it was your patriotic duty to work with
them or it was your duty to keep me in line for my own safety?”
I asked.
“A little
of both,” he said, “ but not that intense.”
“It
is not that intense because we are at the beginning of the
WorldPeace Advocacy,” I said. “They have no idea
what to expect. All they can see is me jacking with foreign
policy and embarrassing the President. They are most concerned
that I am moving forward too quickly and developing a large
following that will become an organization. They have no one
to compare me to.”
“That
is good for Harpers because I will be controversial and consequently
boost book sales but bad for the Feds because they cant predict
my behavior. They can do away with me. A car accident and
I am gone. My life can easily be extinguished. But after a
time my death by any means will make me a martyr. I have no
desire for that. I want to live to be one hundred plus but
not as an old fool. I will not get off the game board. That
is absolute. It all comes down to how I play the game. But
no matter what they see, they will always be disturbed and
anxious. They will always worry about what they don’t
see. They will worry about who else is out there influencing
me. You just tell them I am an American and even though I
hate a lot of the corruption in America, I firmly believe
that America is the hope of the future because America consists
of a melting pot of all races, religions, and nations on the
earth. My hatred right now is reserved for George W. Bush
and his gang who want to destroy the U S Constitution.”
“So
what else?” I asked. “We did not come out here
with all this equipment for me to do all the talking.”
“Actually
in what you have said, I realize you are aware of what is
going on,” he said. “You already understand their
position and their paranoia. I don’t think there is
anything they wanted me to communicate to you that you are
not already aware of. I guess the main thing they want is
for you to just go slow. Don’t get too many variables
going at once,” he said. “And they want you to
keep them informed.”
“What
about my Parisian buddies?” I asked.
“They
are amazed at the significance of the contacts you have made.
They did not say much to me. Mostly they wanted to train me
in tactics to protect you and to stay in touch with them.
They told me that they would discuss your French connection
when we next meet. They did tell me that one of the people
you are connected with is a very important asset of theirs,”
he said.
“This
is going to get very interesting, my son,” I said. “I
am excited and I am going slow. In fact, I know the next few
months, as I work through all the paperwork from my old life,
are going to be for the most part peaceful. But when that
is done and I launch full-blown back into my WorldPeace Advocacy,
things will be increasingly tense and hectic for the rest
of my life. So this is the calm before the storm,” I
said.
“You
know last year, June actually, I asked my cousin Doug if he
wanted to join me in a worldwide travel excursion. In fact,
I thought he might have made the first trip to Paris with
me but he has some houses in progress of being built and could
not make it. But I think when he closes out that project,
he may join me. I will go to Florida and talk to him sometime
soon. We will see. After the hell I have had from wives and
children and parents, I am a bit paranoid about family. The
problem is that I overlook the flaws in family. That is obvious.
I knew how mercenary Dave was but I ignored it to my detriment.
I though it would work out. He was a huge energy drain even
before he quit,” I said.
“Anything
else we need to discuss?” I asked.
“What
did Kay say about the $5,000?” he asked.
“Same
as always. No comment. She just politely refuses to talk to
me. I don’t know what is going on with her. In so many
ways, she is like the Snake but she never tried to destroy
me. She is good and the Snake is evil. But neither, fully
communicated with me. God only knows where I would be if I
had met a Myle in my twenties. There are two women that I
met as a younger man who may have come close. One was Debbie
Andrews and one was Stacy Frietag. But I was not going to
leave the marriage to the Snake and destroy your childhood.
I could not destroy the family. I would have never left the
Snake or Kay. But I feel everything is as it should be. My
life has been what it was supposed to be.”
“The
bottom line is that Dr. WorldPeace’s Big Adventure is
about to begin in earnest,” I said.
“Just
be careful about what you say and write and do,” Marshall
said. “We will know more after we meet with the Feds
in a few days.”
“I am
going to Harper Collins first.” I said. “I thought
about Kay going but today confirmed that I don’t want
her to go. I have to completely let her go. I think for now
on you will be the go between Kay and I. We have a few loose
ends to tie up and over time I will give her money. But I
will give it in such a way that it does not go to her kids.
I don’t like them and suspect they encouraged Kay to
leave me,” I said.
“We
had a strained conversation today because Kay is so closed
mouthed. You will never know how important she was to me in
all areas for those nineteen years. But she was not destined
to be with me for this phase of my life. Only time will reveal
why,” I said.
“Let’s
go. I would like to stop and get a hamburger if you have the
time,” I said.
“I do,”
Marshall replied.
We arrived
back in the city about 2100 and I was home at 2200. Linda
and Rose were waiting for me.
THIRTY-TWO
I entered
the kitchen through the garage access and smelled the coffee
and the wine. I decided to drink the coffee because I was
too tired to stay awake if I drank the wine. Linda and Rose
were setting at the table, lights off and a candle burning.
They were both dressed very casually and were drinking wine
but neither was tipsy. I realized I was about to have another
reality check like I had with Kay and Marshall. Rose was up
and fixed my coffee and brought it to the table. I had kissed
both hello before sitting down.
“So what are you girls plotting,” I said.
“Nothing
really,” said Linda. “We missed you today.”
“I missed
you too but I had to see Kay; possibly for the last time and
I definitely had to see Marshall. He is a cop and I know he
worries a lot about my WorldPeace agenda. And his concern
is legitimate. When my books are published, I am going to
have to move about more carefully. I have had death threats
in the past. Especially when I ran for governor,” I
said.
“Things
have changed since you came back from France,” Rose
commented.
“I know
what you mean,” I said. My schedule has become more
crowded. But I work eighteen hours plus per day so I have
a lot of open times and I can make myself available to you
both. Right now I am trying to get all the past sorted out
and based on contracts I made in France who will promote WorldPeace,
my art, my books and my web design business, thing are moving
faster than I anticipated. And I will tell you the Federal
government is watching me now much more than they have been.
They are concerned that my WorldPeace efforts are going to
interfere with foreign policy. Imagine that. Not to mention
their concern that I will declare myself the messiah or the
antichrist. I have been dealing with that since 1988,”
I said.
“Really,
“ Rose said. “You never mentioned these things
before to me.”
“To
me either,” said Linda.
“Well,
it just has not come up. What I do has never really been a
part of our relationship but it is beginning to have an impact
and my time is going to be more limited so that is why I am
talking now. I resolved a lot today. Or let’s say I
have a clearer view of my future,” I said.
“I have
a meeting with Harper Collins, my publisher in a few days.
Then I have to meet with the Feds in DC and then I have to
be back in France in three weeks. Once I get back to France,
I will have a very clear vision of how my life is going to
be structured in the future.”
“So where will we fit in,” asked Rose.
“First off, there should be a whole lot of money coming
in. So in many cases you can come with me wherever I go. But
I am hesitant to involve either of you directly in my business.
You will be able to tell what I am working on because ninety-nine
percent of the time you can come into my office but as far
as the specific mechanics of what I am doing you will only
know what you overhear me talking about,” I said.
“It
is critical for me to be able to disengage from my work at
times and I won’t be able to do that if you are involved
to the point that we go out to eat and we end up discussing
business. We have a pretty loose relationship now and I like
it. It works. I have some real prejudices and rules that I
live by after having two wives with opposite personalities:
both leaving me after nineteen years of marriage. I am no
longer capable of a go the distance, one on one relationship.
I can love you both deeply but a full time one on one exclusive
relationship is not in my future.”
“What
we are concerned about is that we become part of a hundred
woman harem,” Linda said.
I laughed.
“I don’t
have that much time to pull that off. I do not like making
love to women whom I have nothing but a biological connection
with. I must have some emotional connection. And that connection
increases with time for me. This is all new ground for me.
I spent thirty-eight years of my adult life married. It did
not work for me. Now I have to craft something else; a workable
definition of relationship,” I said.
“For
the most part, I want to be with bisexual women in order to
cut down on the jealously. I just don’t have time for
that. But I may be wrong about this issue. What I am trying,
may not work. All I know right now is that marriage did not
work. Or really more specific, due to my energy and multifaceted
life, two very different women could not cope with who I am.
I must find a definition of relationship that works.”
“But
overall, I am single. What I do sexually is my business. I
am not gay and I am not into kinky sex. I am co-dependent
sexually and emotionally. I never want to be alone again.
That is why I refuse to put all my energy into a monogamous
relationship. For me, there is safety in numbers.”
“What
about Cathy and Francois in Paris?” Rose asked.
“Well
those two relationships are very new. But they look like the
same thing I have with the two of you. Except Francois is
about business as well. So right now she is the exception,”
I said.
“I am
sure within a few months both of you can come to France with
me. The rules I have just related to you apply to Francois
and Cathy as well. I refuse to deal with jealously. That is
my hard and fast rule.”
“I am
not attracted to beauty first. I am attracted to substance.
Both of you know that,” I said.
“We
just don’t want this to get out of hand,” Linda
said.
“My
first commitment is to my various endeavors. My interpersonal
relationships are secondary. I guess that is why the Snake
and Kay left. They were always subordinated to my destiny.
I have fallen short as a husband twice, as a father three
out of four times, and four out of four as a grandfather.
I have not lived up to my father and my grandparent’s
standards. I am sad about it. But that is the way it was and
is. That is the reality. I thought I would be better at those
relationships than I was. But my agenda is and always has
been just too big.”
“I think
the most important, actually the most critical thing here,
is that we have honesty. If our relationship is lacking, you
need to speak up; directly, not obliquely. I am too busy for
that. Just tell me what you want and I will try to conform.
I am committed to each of you more than you know. I cannot
make love to a woman and not have some love for her. And the
more times we make love, the deeper the loving connection
will become to me.”
“I was
not attentive enough to the Snake or to Kay. I will not make
that mistake again. But I will be attentive within the bounds
of our relationship that will never be a full-blown marriage.
I think both of you know that I have very strong feeling for
each of you.”
“But
how can you really love both of us?” Rose asked.
“The
same way I can love two parents and four children. I love
them each but in a slightly different way because their personalities
are different.”
Rose stood
up and looked at Linda who also stood up. They came around,
one to my left and one to my right. They lifted me from my
chair and led me to the bedroom.
Neither Rose
nor Linda had the depth of personality and intelligence that
Cathy and Francois had. They were more primal in their needs.
They were less demanding in what they wanted from me. They
both made me happy. I felt loved when I was with them and
that was such a live giving need for me.
THIRTY-THREE
The next day
I was working on sorting through all my business files when
my cell phone rang. It was Cathy.
“How
is Paris,” I asked.
“Fine,”
she said but obviously something was wrong. I had been talking
to Cathy daily since I left Paris and Francois every other
day.
“Sounds
like something is wrong to me,” I said.
“John,
I miss you. I have tried not to say anything and I try to
think about you coming back in a few weeks but I really miss
you. I had no idea how deeply you touched me. I am suffering
John and I am afraid you will push me away.”
“Nonsense,”
I said. “You are just twenty-four Cathy and I am sixty.
What is really going on here?” I asked kindly.
“John,
I don’t notice your age. You are in great shape and
from a distance you look like a young man. You stand up straight
and walk fast with energy. John I feel like I have fallen
deeply in love with you. I have never loved anyone like I
love you. I know this is a pretty strong statement but I could
not feel this much loneliness for someone I did not love.
I just want to be with you all this time. I am not a needy
person and I never thought I might be co-dependent. I just
have this huge hole in my life with you not near me. I have
lost five pounds since you left. I don’t know what is
happening to me. Really from the first time I saw you, I have
not been able to take my eyes off you when I am with you or
stop thinking about you when I am not. I have been with a
dozen men, boys actually, so I am not new to emotions. I just
cannot understand why or how I feel like this,” she
said.
“You
know Cathy I have very strong feelings for you as well but
I have done poorly with fully committed relationships. I don’t
think I am capable of making anyone happy in the long run.
And I can’t go through the pain I felt at the end of
both marriages. So in a word you scare me. I am older, more
experienced and I have been able to push back my feelings.
I also feel that other women will come along and I will hurt
you even though during both marriages I never let that happen.
But things are different now. My life now will bring me into
contact with lots of women. Right now I am involved with Linda
and Rose here and you and Francois there. I am in unknown
territory. I can’t have intimacy with a woman and not
feel some degree of love. You touch me in many ways. You are
significantly closer to me than the others and that scares
me.”
“John
I don’t have a problem sharing you. You know that. That
is not what I am talking about. I am talking about the need
to be close to you.”
“You
know John, I don’t have to work; not for the rest of
my life. I did not tell you that. So I could easily be with
you all the time and pay my way. It makes it hard for me to
go to a job that was never more than just filling time now
that I have met you. I want to be a bigger part of your world.
I want to do things for you. I want to make you happy; to
see you happy. I want to feel that I have done something to
make you love me.”
“I am
very smart John. I can see what is going on. I can see that
you are going to need a personal assistant. And I believe
you need a personal assistant who can take care of your business
needs and who can satisfy your most intimate needs. And at
the same time not crowd you.”
“You
know to let you step into that role would make me responsible
for your happiness,” I said. “And God knows I
would love to make someone happy. I failed twice in two marriages.
I could not make it happen and I really don’t know why.
Some of it was a lack of communication. The way you are talking
to me now, laying out your feelings, telling me what you want,
what you need, I think about you a lot but I was trying to
put aside my feelings until I returned to Paris,” I
said.
“I can’t
wait that long,” she said almost crying. “I am
sorry. I can’t wait. I just don’t want to. I feel
you need me now to help you and to love you. I can sense that
you have never felt true love. I am young. I don’t understand
these things the way you understand them. But I know you have
a hole in your heart. I think I can fill it. I want to try,”
she said as she began to cry.
“Wow,
Cathy. No one has ever talked to me like this. I am afraid
to become totally absorbed with you. To tell Francois and
others I am a one woman man scares the hell out of me. I feel
very close to Francois. But I know she can never touch me
in the way you do. But I enjoy her company and her input.
I don’t want to have to draw lines in my relationship
with her,” I said.
“In
fact, I feel many women will come and go in my life and intimacy
will happen as a matter of course. How can you deal with that?”
I asked.
“I will
be there; right there, John. I have female companionships
and experience female intimacy when I need it. I am not a
jealous person. I don’t have to be with you always.
I just need to know I am number one or at the least very important
to you. That you really love me, I guess. Even if it is just
our secret.”
We were both
silent for what seemed like a minute, and then I asked, “What
do you want to do?”
“I want
to get on a plane and come to you right now,” she said.
“Let
me think for a moment,” I said.
Then I said,
“Cathy, when Kay left me I lost all confidence that
I could tell if someone really loved me. Kay sure put up a
good show. I am damaged goods. It may be decades before I
can relax and fully trust that you love me.”
“Also,
I have to ask this, “Do you work for someone who wants
to gather information on me. Are you a mole or spy?”
I asked.
“No,”
she replied.
“You
know there are a lot of people who are very concerned about
me and what I am up to. My own government has been monitoring
me since 1988, when I changed my name. And with the books
about to come out, that fear and paranoia has increased.”
“There
is so much going on in my head right now. You have caught
me by surprise. Out of the blue, you moved up my time table
for considering a relationship between you and me.”
“As
things stand now, I am going to New York tomorrow to meet
with Harper Collins the day after tomorrow. After that I will
disappear for a few days on business to a place that you cannot
go; strictly business. Then I will return to New York and
then Houston to proceed on with my life,” I said.
“I asked
Kay to go with me to the publisher just because it was a dream
we had in 1993. But she is not going. Her life has moved on.
She is burned out on WorldPeace.”
“Like
I said, I do not trust my instincts with regards to affairs
of the heart. I have known you just barely two weeks and I
am considering allowing you to go with me into a very critical
and confidential meeting with Harper Collins as my personal
assistant. And if I do and you come back to Houston with me
when I am finished, I will tell Linda and Rose that you are
my personal assistant. It is a job that both of them would
like to have I think. They are older than you and have established
careers. My relationship with each of them is very pleasing
but those relationships are about as deep as they will ever
get. The relationships are more than casual,” I admitted.
‘Like
I said, I am on new ground here. But I know my life is going
to move very fast from now on. So I need to get used to making
many important decisions almost daily. And the trouble is
that I need a personal assistant to be with me at the beginning
of the public meetings.”
“I also
need to be a bit cold here. Cathy, I want you to know if you
ever lie to me about anything, I don’t care how much
pain I will experience, you will be totally and completely
cut off from me. That is very harsh. It even sounds unloving.
But that is the way it is. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes,”
she replied.
“OK
then be in New York tomorrow night. I am staying at the Savoy
downtown. You will need to call me when you get to the airport,”
I said.
“So
now what do you have to say?” I asked. “And let
me say before you answer, none of my business is to be discussed
with anyone without my specific permission. Understand?”
I asked.
“Yes,”
she said.
“So?”
I asked.
“John,
I am stunned. Happy. Excited. I did not think you would/could
make a decision this fast,” she said.
“I have
never had a problem quickly evaluating a problem and making
a decision; and when I see it is the wrong decision, quickly
reversing it if necessary,” I said.
“John
you will never regret this. That is what I believe because
that is what I feel I my heart,” she said.
“And?”
I asked.
“John
my mind is moving in many directions at the speed of light.
I feel electrified as if I just connected with my destiny.
That all my dreams are going to come true. I have been looking
for you since I was eight without knowing what I was looking
for. I believe you are who/what is the missing part of my
life to date. I am excited about this adventure. I love you.
I love you,” she repeated.
“I should
be running away, putting on the brakes,” I said. “But
I have no fear and I still have my faith that things are as
they should be.”
“What
else?” I asked.
“I have
a lot to do if I am to be in New York tomorrow. Can I tell
Francois that you are going to let me try out for the personal
assistant position?” she asked.
“Yes,
But without telling her what that entails. Tell her the job
is undefined,” I said.
“OK.
OK,” she said.
“John,
why have you not asked me about my money?” she asked.
“Well,
you understand that this is a non paying job at this moment
and that could change shortly when we discuss it. Your money
is not relevant to my reality. And when you choose and when
we have time, I will be interested in whatever you want to
tell me. One of the problems I had with both wives was that
money never took priority over my destiny. In fact, too many
times I pursued non income paths toward my destiny. I am not
a materialistic person. I realize I have to put on a certain
façade of success and power but that is a business
tool, not an ego centric need,” I said.
“Well,
just know I have plenty to take care of myself and pay my
way. We will discuss it after you finish all your meetings,”
she said.
“I want
you to know I am very happy and very excited,” she said.
“I hate to cut off this conversation but I have a whole
lot to do.”
“I understand.
Call me later tonight if you want. Otherwise I will talk to
you tomorrow when you arrive. You have all my numbers,”
I said.
“I love
you John. I will make you happy. I promise,” she said.
“I love
you too baby,” I said thinking about the age difference
between us.
THIRTY-FOUR
The plan was
for Marshall and I to take different flights to New York,
have the meeting with Harper and then be secreted by the Feds
to Washington. The only time we could talk would be at Harper
Collins because we needed to stay in different hotels.
I had used
one of my seldom used email accounts to tell Marshall that
Cathy would be meeting me in New York but may or may not go
to the Harper Collins meeting. I told him that she was going
to be my personal assistant but I would know more after I
talked to her in my room in New York. I told him to rent his
own room initially. If he were going to meet her, it would
be at Harper’s.
Cathy called
me when she got to New York. I had not even left Houston.
I told her that I was due to arrive at 1900 and I would meet
her at the airport and we could go to a restaurant to eat
if she wanted.
When I exited
my plane she was waiting for me but by agreement we did not
even shake hands or hug. I only had a carryon bag so we went
out and caught a cab. Cathy gave the cabbie the address of
some restaurant she knew.
“You
sure look good,” I said in the cab.
After we got
away from the airport crowd we kissed deeply. She was dressed
very well. Her hair was nice and she had put on make up and
was wearing a few pieces of jewelry. She was definitely someone
who had been raised around money.
She kept holding
my hand and looking at me. “You got me under your spell
‘old man’,” she smiled and leaned into me.
The ride to
the restaurant was only about twenty minutes and we said very
little. We just enjoyed each other’s energy. She looked
closer to thirty the way she dressed. Not at all like the
casually dressed college kid I had met in Paris.
We arrived
at the restaurant; Italian. I paid the cabbie and we went
inside. The smell was great even though my ability to smell
is about twenty percent of normal. We were seated in a small
cozy booth in a quiet corner. Cathy wanted to order for us
so I let her. She was familiar with the restrictions I had
with regards to my diet due to my cholesterol problem. She
also insisted on paying and I did not argue.
“You
look and feel better than I remember,” she said. “You
have no idea how much I missed you. I don’t know what
you are doing to me John.”
“I feel
the same way,” I said. “So tell me about the real
Cathy Jeneau.
“In a
nutshell, I am one of the DuPont heirs and I have a whole
lot of money from various family trusts. I work to stay busy.
I try to stay under the radar and I associate with people
like Jeremy and Francois who also have inherited a lot of
money and try to keep a low profile. We all have an interest
in peace and we try to do some positive things to promote
it. You have impressed everyone in Jeremy’s circle of
friends because you are so straight forward and open. And
you are very smart and your agenda is very ambitious but coherent
and doable. You are very focused and clear thinking. That
is the basics. None of us believe you are out to con us or
manipulate us,” she said.
“That
is absolutely true,” I said.
“John
we are all excited about helping you with our money and our
connections but we are not going to try to take over your
agenda. We are going to show you what we can do to help but
let you decide if you want our help or not,” she said.
“We seem
to be having a business meeting,” I said.
“Yes,”
she replied, “for now because we are in a restaurant
and I can’t do what I really want to do which is to
attack you with my love and my naked body,” she smiled.
“OK,”
I said. “Do you know the people who I am going to see
tomorrow?” I asked.
“Directly
no, but I can find out about just about anyone if we need
to through the people in our peace group. I do not know exactly
who we are going to see tomorrow. We have not inserted ourselves
in any way into your business,” she said. “I have
not told anyone that I am coming with you or discussed Harper
Collins at all.”
“Speaking
strictly of business, I hope you let me go with you tomorrow
so I can better understand their offer and be prepared to
help you.”
“Sounds
like I have become a potential investment,” I smiled.
“John,
I love you. I know I do. And it scares me in a lot of ways
because I have never felt so attracted to anyone in my life.
That is why I am here. John, you told me to be honest and
so I am telling you who I am and what I can do and about my
friends. My only agenda is a personal relationship with you.
To be with you as ‘your woman’ I guess. Things
are moving so fast; and on so many levels. John, I am attracted
to you personally but I am excited about your WorldPeace agenda.
You light my fire intimately and at the same time inspire
me and feed my intellect,” she said.
“You
are amazing,” I said, “and a bit overwhelming
in a good way.”
“John
just sitting with you has set fire to my body. I want to make
love to you so intensely that it is almost unbearable. But
I want to enjoy this meal and just joy in your presence for
now. I want to just feel the reality of being with you again.
I don’t ever want to leave your side,” she said
with a tear in her eye.
“Cathy
you are talking to me way different than the light and casual
conversation we had in Paris,” I said.
“John,
I am so intimidating that I have to put on that twenty-four
year old façade. But I feel more like thirty-five.
I feel comfortable enough around you to be myself. In fact,
I want you to know the real me because the real me is the
one that needs to be loved by you.”
“Well
it is working,” I said. “But I am so afraid of
a deep committed relationship. I am damaged goods in many
ways. I am scared because I feel no sense of apprehension
around you. I am sad that I am not twenty-four.”
“God
knows where I would be, how far up the social pyramid, how
much further along the path of my destiny I would be had I
met you thirty-five years ago,” I said.
“Everything
is as it should be,” she said.
“You
know I say that all the time,” I said. “You are
overwhelming me, Cathy Jeneau.”
“Cathy
my attraction to you has overpowered my desire to eat,”
I said.
“Then
let’s go,” she said.
“Are
you sure?” I asked.
“I lost
my appetite for food as soon as I saw your face,” she
said as she put her hand on my thigh and kissed me.
She called
the waiter and asked him to make a to-go bag with some Italian
deserts and two bottles of wine. Fifteen minutes later, we
were leaving for the hotel.
I went to the
desk clerk and retrieved my key. Cathy retrieved hers and
we went up to my room. Within five minutes we were naked and
in bed on fire with a passion I have seldom experienced in
my adult life.
In about thirty
minutes there was a knock at the door. I reluctantly disengaged
from Cathy and put on one of the hotel robes and opened the
door. In walked Francois who closed the door, stepped out
of her shoes, put down her large purse and unbuttoned her
knee length black leather coat to reveal her naked body. She
removed my robe, kissed me and pulled me to the bed. Francois
presence sent all three of our desires into overdrive.
“I was
already in New York when Cathy called me today,” was
all Francois said in English. I am going to make you very
happy John,”
“I am
going to make us very happy,” said Cathy in French.
THIRTY-FIVE
I awoke about
2000 to the sound of Cathy and Francois talking softly in
French as they sat at the breakfast table in the room and
eating pastries from the Italian restaurant and sipping wine
from glasses that were in the room.
I got up and
went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I dried off,
put on the robe hanging behind the door and walked back into
the main room. My eyes met those of two tigresses with hungry
grins on their faces.
“Nice
surprise ladies,” I said.
“You’re
the ongoing surprise, Superman,” said Francois with
her impish grin.
Cathy handed
me a glass of dark red wine and put a piece of cheesecake
on a plastic saucer from the restaurant on the table in front
of my chair. I sat down in a daze, raised my glass in a silent
toast to those two amazing women. The glasses clicked and
everyone sipped a toast.
“So
what are you doing in New York?” I asked Francois.
“Shopping
and visiting friends about your art,” she said.
“Promoting
my art?” I asked.
“Among
other things,” she smiled that devilish smile of hers.
“John,
we all feel like we have been transported into this amazing
dream since we met you. The coincidences that have happened
in the last few weeks are astonishing,” Francois said.
“We
are going to sell your art, John,” she added.
“Yes,
I have to find the time to create more of it,” I replied.
“I have a lot of sketches I finished in prison.”
“Really,”
Francois said. “You continue to astound John. When can
I see them.”
“As
soon as I turn on my laptop and input the web address,”
I grinned.
“I have
a big agenda,” I said as I turned on the laptop. I refused
to come out of prison with a year of my life gone and nothing
more than a string of unproductive days to show for it,”
I said.
I connected
to the internet and moved to the secure site with about 50
sketches I completed in prison. Sketches for paintings I intended
to begin as soon as I found a studio and some young female
apprentices to do the color applications after I finished
transferring the sketches to canvas; the way Kay used to do.
I looked at my ring finger and saw the indention from my wedding
ring still there. I thought about Kay and felt a tiny serge
of sadness.
“You
look like you have seen a ghost, John,” said Cathy.
“No,
just a flashback of the last time I remember working on my
art. I am able to feel so much peace when I paint and draw.
Good memories that refuse to fade away thankfully,”
I said.
Francois began
to flip through the sketches.
“John,
this is ten years worth of work,” she said.
“Not
with apprentices to do the coloring,” I responded. “About
two years if all goes right.”
“I will
not sell the originals; only the prints. The originals will
be in a WorldPeace art museum somewhere and be constantly
loaned to the world’s museums and businesses for display.
I have a detailed agenda for that as well. Many of those plans
are salted throughout my books,” I said.
“I can
see now John, reading you books is a must for me if I intend
to catch up to speed,” Francois said.
“The
most obvious things are the most hidden beautiful,”
I said with a smile.
I could see
Cathy was even stunned at the revelation of this new dynamic.
“I will
tell you girls something I don’t think I have mentioned
directly,” I said.
“You
see there will be updates to my autobiography that will continue
to relate what is really going on in my real life. So over
time the supplements to the autobiography will be a measure
of how clairvoyant I was when I wrote the novels. It mixes
fiction and non fiction but more interesting it is about John
WorldPeace manifesting his dreams,” I said. “I
will be trying to teach people how to do the same in their
lives.”
“John
when you reveal things like this you electrify my body with
a serge of sexual pulses that almost knocks me out mentally,”
Francois said.
“Me
too,” said Cathy. “I don’t understand how
you are able to transfer energy like that.”
“We
are all made of the same spiritual cloud,” I said. “We
are cut from the same spiritual cloth. Read my books obliquely.”
“The
most obvious is the most hidden,” I said. “The
books are like my paintings. No matter how closely you read
or see, there is always another level. Something else, just
out of view.”
I saw their
stunned faces and laughed.
“This
is no ordinary man you are dealing with,” I said.
They both
sat like statues as their heads bordered on exploding.
I smiled and
took a bite of the cheesecake.
“Cathy,
you can go with me to Harper Collins tomorrow. We don’t
have to be there until 1400. You will meet my son, Marshall.
It is going to be an interesting day,” I said. “
We will move farther down the road of the WorldPeace Advocacy.”
We all sat
up until 0400 chatting until half the cheesecake was gone.
I was becoming significantly attached to these women.
THIRTY-SIX
About 1300 Cathy and I took a cab to Harper Collins. We got
there in twenty minutes so we went to a coffee shop on the
ground floor to kill some time. I saw my son come into the
building and he saw me but we did not acknowledge each other.
Cathy was
very well dressed. She looked like money and even though she
was going to be introduced as my personal assistant, it was
obvious from her clothes and the way she carried herself that
she was a woman of substance. She made me smile.
I waited for
about five minutes and then Cathy and I followed my son to
the Harper office. When we arrived, Cathy turned a lot of
heads. She has a very nice in-shape body and a very pleasant
but not a beauty queen face. She is pretty. I liked and was
attracted to the way she looked.
We were taken
to a conference room where Marshall was waiting. I introduced
him to Cathy. I could see his typical confusion: as in ‘How
did dad connect with this woman?’ It made me smile.
It was interesting to watch how two people who were so connected
to me sized each other up.
The conference
room would hold about twenty people but I had no idea how
many people would be there.
At 1400 about
ten people came into the room. I did not know anyone but Bill
Carlson. He was surprised but not upset to see Cathy. The
Harper CEO was Howard Hendrix. Everyone with Harper shook
our hands and introduced themselves.
Howard then
said, “It is a real pleasure to meet you John. You have
created a very unique literary work. There is nothing else
like it out there. You have lived a unique life and now you
are about to create John WorldPeace the legend based on the
script you have written – a true contemporary epic;
maybe a great American novel.
“I have
been briefed on the contents and I have been given about fifty
pages of excerpts. I have not had time to read everything.
The people we have assigned to read your manuscripts just
finished but everyone says it will take another week to get
a handle on the material. Everyone has noticed the many levels
that run through the many story lines contained in your books.
A few of the people will no doubt be studying your books for
a long time to come or at least until we have some idea as
to how to market you work.”
“There
is all kinds of themes and story lines in your epic: political,
social, religious, wisdom, ethics, morals, legal and prison
reform, WorldPeace, love, adventure and metaphysics to name
a few,” he said as everyone chuckled.
“The
epic is a good stand alone story. Everyone says they did not
want to stop reading no matter where they were in any particular
book but the amount of material is massive. They are all amazed
at your breath of knowledge that comes not from fantasy as
much as it does from your experience and education. But more
importantly, you have reasoned out a lot of very complex social
issues in unique ways. You teach through the stories. But
you have short stories within the epic global story about
WorldPeace. You are very creative, John,” he continued.
“What you have created includes a lot of expanded teaching
in the form of parables.”
“Cutting
to the chase,” he said as he looked at me, “we
want to publish your books. We definitely want that. We are
going to use the rest of our option time to figure out how
best to market the books. There are so many options.”
“You
know I just recognized your assistant. Cathy Jeneau,”
said Howard.
“Ms.
Jeneau, it is a real pleasure to meet you. I know your family.
They own a sizeable share of Harper Collins stock. Ladies
and gentlemen, Ms. Jeneau is one of the heirs of the DuPont
family. Can I ask how you and Dr. WorldPeace became associated?”
he asked looking at Cathy.
Cathy said,
“Thank you for the kind words. I met John a little over
two weeks ago when he came to Paris. It was a chance meeting
at one of a thousand Parisian café’s. I was immediately
drawn to him. He was kind enough to let me come with him today.
I can assure you I am here as his personal assistant. He did
not know anything about my family until a few days ago. He
never asked.”
“John
has met my circle of friends in Paris; the ones that are into
art and politics and peace. We want to help him with all aspects
of his WorldPeace Advocacy. I have not introduced him to my
family yet.”
“I see,”
said Howard.
“John,
this young lady comes with a blue ribbon resume. She is a
woman of substance even at her young age,” he said admiringly.
“I am
more impressed with her each day,” I said. “I
feel fortunate to have met her and feel very lucky that she
has chosen to work with me.”
“John
I have a few people here that have asked me to give them permission
to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind,”
Howard said.
“Ask,”
I responded.
Howard looked
at one woman in particular and nodded his head in an affirmative
way.
“Dr.
WorldPeace my name is Jean Smith. I am a marketing exec here.
I would like to know how you wrote this developing epic. Did
you use an outline? And how long did it take to write the
five manuscripts that you have already completed?” she
asked.
“It
began with my confinement in prison and my boredom. I decided
first to write my auto biography in order to clear my past,
to reconcile with it and to find closure. I also wanted to
exit prison having accomplished something of significance.
The possibility of a novel was not something I gave any thought
to until I was about to finish my autobiography. It took me
about five and a half months to write about 1600 pages by
hand. Those 1600 pages were the autobiography.”
“There
were no available typewriters or computers,” I said.
“I did not rush. With a computer, I can start and finish
a 400 page novel in about ten days I think.”
I could hear
the quiet disbelief in the room but I did not respond to it.
“Then
as I was close to finishing the auto biography, I thought
about what I would write next and I determined to try to write
a novel. I felt I could write a typical novel in about a month
based on the amount I found I could write on a daily basis
while writing my autobiography. All I needed was a general
story line with a WorldPeace theme to begin with. But I could
not really settle on what I wanted to write about. I needed
something that could be developed into an epic. I thought
an epic would be about eight hundred pages at first. It took
me a week if I remember to come up with an overall concept
for an unlimited number of novels.”
“The
idea of a political suspense novel with a WorldPeace theme
occurred to me. My favorite books are political suspense novels.
But as I thought about it, I realized that another eight hundred
book pages would not be enough to cover in detail all the
topics I wanted to discuss related to WorldPeace. I realized
I would need about four thousand book pages. Then I realized
there were an unlimited number of stories that could be the
foundation of an ongoing serious of novels.”
“I then
had to decide how to weave all the possible story lines together.
Then I realized there were plenty of story lines in the newspaper
everyday. I could use these as factual settings and events
and then put a WorldPeace spin on the stories and add some
corruption of the political, religious, legal kind. With this
formula I could write novels for the rest of my life.”
“In
the fictional novels, I had much more freedom than with a
factual autobiography. So it was easier to write or create
a fictional novel because I had the power to deal with characters
any way I wanted.”
“I do
not have anything but a general story line in my head when
I begin a novel. I just start to write. And as I write, I
can see the story unfold. As I write, I make notes in the
left margin regarding collateral issues to be covered later
on; or how I want to more thoroughly develop the story line
I am working on.”
“I have
been painting and writing poems since I was a teenager so
I have an unlimited reservoir of stories and art at my disposal.
I know how to get into the mood to write and how to overcome
writer’s block and how to bring story lines, graphics
and so on to consciousness.”
“In
prison, I would write until I finished a section and then
lay down and think about what would happen next and it would
come to me. I would not try to edit the story line that I
would see in my mind. I would then usually fall to sleep,
wake up and begin to write until I finished the newly revealed
section.”
“With
the autobiography, I averaged about twelve pages a day. By
the time I finished the first novel, I was up to about thirty
pages a day. And I felt I could almost double that if I had
a computer. I wanted to finish two novels before I exited
prison.”
“Also
when writing poems, I could contain the poem within about
twenty lines. It was the same way with the novel. I determined
the number of pages and my brain let the story expand to fit
the pages. I am amazed at the mystery of how I do this.”
“At
first, I thought I would write my autobiography of about four
hundred pages. Then I would extend the autobiography with
an unlimted number of fictional novels taking place in chronological
order in the future. But then I realized that the number of
stories that could be written into novels was unlimited. I
was initially going to end the novels by writing them to cover
the time from when I exited jail at sixty until I reached
one hundred. I later realized that did not make sense and
I would just write as much as I could as long a I was alive.”
“So
you write in a stream of consciousness,” she asked.
“Yes,
I have all my notes. They are very skimpy; a page or two.
You are welcome to come and look at the original manuscripts.
Or I could copy them if you want to cover some of the cost.
There are about three thousand hand written pages of two hundred
and fifty words each; all written on 8.5 x 11 legal pads.
I have one of the legal pads here if you would like to see
it.”
As I opened
my brief case to retrieve the pages from the original manuscript
I said, “What you will notice is that the original manuscript
has only been changed about three percent when I typed it
all up. Most of what I have written is exactly the way it
came out of my head.”
I handed her
my tablet and she looked at it and said, “So you just
started writing?”
“Yes.
There are about sixty tablets that I wrote in prison, one
after the other. I learned the mechanics of writing through
the legal pleadings I wrote when I practiced law. I learned
to stay on point with the legal writings.”
“John,
I don’t know anyone who can do what you have related.”
Howard said.
“Interesting,”
I said. “I would not know. I have never talked to someone
who wrote novels for a living.”
“I like
to play with poetry and Haiku. I feel they are an excellent
way to maintain that creative connection,” I said.
“In
writing novels, as I write, I can very clearly see the scenes
unfolding. But I hear dialogue as it comes out. Like playing
chess or checkers with your self I think. But it moves faster,”
I said.
“Essentially
you can give me a sentence and I will craft a poem or novel
from it,” I said.
“Thank
you Dr. WorldPeace. You have been very enlightening and informative.
I am sure you will some day soon be teaching a creative writing
class,” Jean said.
“You
know Jean my skill took decades to develop. When I graduated
from college, I could not put together a technically correct
sentence. The skill came through writing the poems, the legal
pleadings and then my internet postings.”
“Thank
you for your interest. Call me anytime with any other questions
or email me,” I said.
“Dr.
WorldPeace, my name is Eric Hammon.”
“Yes,
Eric,” I responded.
“I am a psychologist and metaphysician,” he said.
“A psychic?”
I asked.
“Yes
but you know how people fear and misinterpret that word,”
he answered.
“Yes
I do. So you are trying to get a feeling for who and what
you are dealing with in John WorldPeace,” I asked.
“Yes.
What are we dealing with, Dr. WorldPeace?” he asked
directly.
“Before
I respond to that, Jean, I would like to say that I have never
taken a formal writing course and the only art education I
have was acquired in a special art class in the seventh and
eighth grades.
“And
that is why your writing is so unique,” she responded.
“Thank
you, I think,” I said with a smile.
“Now
to respond to your question, Eric,” I said.
“Externally
what you are dealing with is the hypocrisy in society. For
instance, Americans support the war in Iraq but they refuse
to fully compensate and heal the wounded soldiers that returned
initially. Americans love their criminal justice system but
refuse to build prisons to house the inmates. They are absolutely
against abortion but they refuse to provide welfare for the
women who have these unwanted babies,” I said.
“These
are just some of the issues that cause conflict and chaos
in society. It is interesting to me that most people do not
even realize how nonsensical and conflicted their mindsets
are. All these issues decrease the level of peace in the world
human society.”
“So
on the surface, you are dealing with a man who refuses to
endorse the nonsense that reduces the level of peace in society.
Consider the Catholic Church. It is intent on subordinating
women. It encourages the birth of children when the world
is over populated. It is against abortion that brings millions
of unwanted children to life; all in the name of God. God
does not want chaos and turmoil in society. God wants peace
and a Garden of Eden as evidenced in the book of Genesis.”
“On
the internal personal level, you are dealing with a guy with
above average intelligence. A person who believes in equality
between the genders and justice for all; as in all; someone
who understands business and the absolute commitment of people
to do what is in their personal best interest. I am a person
who understands that society progresses at least technologically
if people are allowed to profit from their ideas and skills.
I am a person who has an absolute faith in God; a spiritual
man but not a religious one.”
I am a person
who has studied metaphysics and understands the power of the
spiritual dimensions. One who can be a hammer as easily as
an anvil. When I am the anvil I bear. When I am the hammer,
I strike. I am a person who advocated peace and yet served
in the military; a person who has basically lived a conventional
life as father and son, businessman and scholar. Yet I am
a person who has tapped into the creativity of the spiritual
realm and paints and writes what he sees and hears. And I
am a pragmatic idealist and believe we can create a more sane
world human society,” I continued.
“So
I am many things. I am a multi-dimensional man. I am an enigma.
Yet I am just another man among many who has focused much
of his energy on his higher nature.”
“What
I am not is a terrorist. What I am doing is having a conversation
in the world human population about peace. That is what my
book is; a call to converse about peace. My message is WorldPeace.
Everything else beyond that one word is just my personal commentary.
It matters not if I am a minority of one, the truth is still
the truth. And the truth will not only set us free but the
truth is the foundation of a more sane, free and just society.”
I stopped speaking
to allow what I had said to sink into the minds of those present.
“Thank
you, Dr. WorldPeace,” Eric said after a minute of silence.
Howard then
said, “John, we are not just publishing a book. We are
potentially starting a revolution; one that will potentially
lead to a more peaceful society. And it is obvious that you
will sell and promote peace and write and promote your books
about peace until you take you last breath.”
“Yes,
I will,” I said.
“John,
I am overwhelmed by your energy at sixty. I am in awe of your
intellect and the coherent philosophy you have developed.”
Howard said.
“When
Harriet Beacher Stowe wrote ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’,
it led to the end of slavery in America. I would love to write
a book that ended war in the world human society,” I
said.
“Maybe
you have John, maybe you have. My hat is off to you Dr. WorldPeace.
Harper Collins is on board,” Howard said.
“There
are many details having to do with marketing that must be
determined. We feel that your epic needs to be brought out
one book at a time. The question is how much time between
volumes. And we have to decide whether to bring out the first
novel with the autobiography. The autobiography is eight hundred
pages and the jail journal is another two hundred and seventy-five
pages.”
“I believe
that all volumes need to come out within six months of each
other. And then the biographical supplements need to come
out about every three years depending on how many things have
transpired in your life. I think with regards to marketing,
publishing all you have written at once would cut the long-term
sales revenue by ninety percent. For me the multiple release
approach will continue to refresh the project over the next
three to four years for sure and maybe for the next forty
years or more.”
“John,
I can see we are going to need you here more than I thought.
We need your input and insight into these issues. It is obvious
to me now that you are as much a businessman as a peace advocate,
painter and writer. You understand making money,” Howard
said.
“Yes
I do and with an accounting and marketing background, I have
the formal training in business.” I said.
“OK
John that is about it. Thank you for coming. Does anyone else
have any questions for Dr. WorldPeace?” Howard asked.
No one responded.
“OK
we will set up a schedule of meetings and call you in a few
days. Marshall it is a pleasure. And Ms. Juneau, I will look
forward to seeing you soon. I am impressed with the company
you keep John.”
“Howard
would it be OK if borrowed one of your conference rooms or
offices to speak for an hour or so with my son?” I asked.
“John
this room has nothing scheduled until tomorrow. Use it as
long as you need to,” Howard said.
“Thank
you,” I said.
Within minutes
Cathy, Marshall and I were alone.
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