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ABOUT THE AUTHOR peter
d. thompson is a
jack-of-all-trades and master of none. He’s worked as a labourer, salesman of
product and concepts, television cameraman, cab driver, model, dish-pig on
Hamilton, writer of problem-solving correspondence, co-owned an import business
in Surfer’s Paradise and a ladies’ manufacturing business/boutique in Noosa
Heads. It took ten years to write The Connection. He lives with his lady friend, Vicki, on five acres in Pomona, just north of Noosa. He’s practiced meditation with serious discipline for over thirty years … and is desperately worried about what is happening in this country! AUTHOR’S
NOTE The
citizens of Australia are being scammed! Years
of research, the frightening headlines in the daily news and the rapidly
reducing quality of Australian lives, allow me to make that statement
confidently… I challenge anyone in Government to prove me wrong. We
live in the wealthiest nation on earth, yet we have the highest level of debt
per capita in the world. WHY? Dear voter, the future is in your hands! PREFACE THE
ILLUMINATI The
original Order of the Illuminati was a secret order of the Jesuits and the
Franciscans and was called the ‘Alumbrados’, which means ‘the
Enlightened’ or ‘the Illuminati’. The
‘Order of the Illuminati’ of today (the Bavarian Illuminati) was formed on
the first of May 1776 by Dr Adam Weishaupt, a German Freemason, a Master Mason.
His six main points to form a New World Order state the abolition of: 1
Ordered or nationalistic governments 2
Private property 3
Inheritance rights 4
Patriotism to national causes 5
Social order in families, sexual laws and moral codes 6
Religious disciplines based on faith in God The
Illuminati of our present time are found mainly in seven interlocking
societies: 1
The Round Table of Nine 2
The Council on Foreign Relations 3
The United Nations 4
The Trilateral Commission (America) 5
The Bilderberg Group (Switzerland) 6
The Club of Rome 7
The Royal Institute for International Affairs (England) There
are further off-shoot societies. The Fabian Society is extremely heavily
represented in the Australian Government in both the Liberal and Labour parties.
The emblem of that particular society is a wolf in sheepskin. Their major
objective is the abolition of private property. Most
members of one society are also members of one or more of the other
societies. The
Illuminati’s objective is a dictatorial World
Government… aimed at absolute
power. Some names in the lists of members of these societies represent many
respected and honoured figures in Australian and global public life. To implement the New World Order, a reason (i.e. a foe) is needed to justify the forming of a World Government, which then step in and take ‘benevolent care’ of us. It was Communism once, today it’s ‘terrorism’. Such disasters are being designed by the inner circle of the Round Table of Nine: a world-wide financial collapse is being engineered, which will justify to the masses the implementation of a cashless society, which represents total control, therefore total enslavement. Chapter 1
The roar of the explosion wakened the sleeping population of San Troppo, scarlet tongues of flame shot skyward as a majestic symbol of some powerful energy released. There were isolated patches of fire atop OBELISK, the newest major development on the East Coast. A massive pall of black smoke issued from the fifty-two-storey building nearing completion some four kilometres further up the coast. Lights were coming on around the resort towns, development-connected over thirty kilometres of eastern coastline. Walker
leapt naked out onto the balcony of his beachfront duplex and as he looked
northwards, he muttered, ‘Jesus, it was inevitable!’ A light breeze ruffled
his hair as he reflected on what this represented to the status quo. The
significance of the explosion was frightening. Adrenalin moved through his
veins, he’d just become a major player in an international game. The distant
sound of fire engines floated on the salt-scented, smoke-tainted breeze, a river
of emergency was obviously in full flood, Walker had become an instrument of
fate. Walking
back through the glass doors, he gazed toward the erotic statue in the corner of
the room. The eyes of the marble-translucent man and woman who were joined in
eternal intimate embrace had gleamed with the night flash of the explosion He
contemplated their powerful beauty for some time before retiring to bed. * Over
the edge of the Pacific Ocean the sky was lightening, and last night hesitated
before turning into today. Walker, sitting naked on a small stool in a shaded
corner of the balcony, was meditating, barely moving even when a fly landed on
his shoulder. Though he looked relaxed to the point of being comatose, something
in him appeared to be in a perpetual state of readiness. Time passed. Finally he
opened his eyes and looked north. There was now hardly a wisp of smoke to be
seen, the only sign of the devastation was the jagged edge of the remaining half
of the top floor of the apartment block, plus extra crane activity on site. Rising,
he walked into the compact kitchen to turn the percolator on. While it was
heating, his eyes were drawn to the superb work of art standing on a small black
table in a corner of the room. It was one of the most erotically powerful
statues he’d ever seen in his life. An
expensive computer sat on a large desk in front of a window. Norfolk Island
palms framed a view of sand and sea. A notepad lying next to the telephone on
the desk had the initials ‘DD’ and a phone number written on it. Walker
was a writer but occasionally involved himself in other activities; his visits
were dependant upon inclination, research requirements or instruction. He heard
Jake New’s vehicle turning into the drive. His friend, neighbour and part-time
landlord knocked briefly before entering. ‘That was a bit of a bang last
night!’ He threw a copy of The San Troppo Daily onto the kitchen table. ‘It
was. Things are hotting up for Mr Whilsh.’ ‘Anything
worth commenting on yet?’ ‘No.’ ‘W,
how do you feel after your little holiday… what’s it like eating nothing but
light meals and drinking herbal tea for ten days?’
‘Mate,
it’s interesting coming out of a meditation retreat and slipping into the pace
of normal everyday life. After the mental work associated with Vipassana, this
is more like being on holiday.’ ‘Shit,
what’s that?’ ‘It’s
called The Connection.’ ‘And?’ ‘And
it was given to me at the course.’ ‘You’re
joking W… well obviously you’re not. What’s the story? How come some guy
takes a statue, which I reckon’s probably worth a lot bucks, to a meditation
course and gives it to a stranger?’ Walker
was looking intensely at the marble statue, lost in thought. He looked up.
‘Well, for a start, it was in the boot of his vehicle in the car park outside
the fenced area, so technically he didn’t really have it with him on the
course. When I saw him at the induction I immediately felt he was hassled, then
as the days progressed I watched him, when he was looking elsewhere, and his
agitation appeared to increase.’ ‘So
why did he choose you?’ ‘I
don’t think he went there to choose anyone. Obviously, at some point in the
course I suddenly presented as a possible solution to a problem. Though neither
one of us looked directly at each other, we made some strange sort of connection
and it remained throughout the course. When no one speaks to or has direct eye
contact with anyone, everyone is self-absorbed, but he was more so. By the way,
my use of ‘connection’ wasn’t intended, it’s definitely the right
word.’ ‘How
in hell could that happen when you don’t look at each other?’ ‘Powerful
things happen when you get involved in reasonably rigorous mental discipline.
Things one feels are not easily put into words.’ ‘And
the bottom line of this guy’s story?’ ‘He’d
obviously had an association with people who’d recently acquired possession of
the statue.’ ‘Obviously
nicked! Shit, you amaze me, W, things perpetually fall into your hands. Where do
you reckon it came from?’ ‘I know where it came from. James Whilsh, the multi-millionaire building OBELISK, the massive complex in San Troppo.’ ‘Shit,
the one that was bombed last night.’ ‘Yes,
and I’ve no doubt that The Connection features importantly in that
little scenario. That statue has real power, and I mean that in more ways than
one.’ ‘Hell
W, that guy Whilsh makes a habit of stirring up some of the pricks in
government. You say it has power, I just hope it doesn’t have the power to get
you into trouble.’ ‘Jake,
it has the power to strongly influence the actions of a lot of those
‘pricks’ you just mentioned.’ ‘Surely
not enough to dictate the outcome in the games being played by some bloody
serious dudes? What real influence can a piece of marble, however pretty it is,
have on arseholes at the head of the turd brigade?’ ‘Have
no doubt, Jake, it can and will influence more than a few arseholes at the head
of quite a few turd brigades, as you so delightfully put it!’ He
looked doubtful. ‘It’s sure as hell is bloody stimulating but what’s it
got, apart from that?’ ‘Jake,
stand in front of The Connection for a
few minutes and tell me what you really think... or more precisely, feel.’ New
stood in front of the corner pedestal and even in the light of day he reacted to
the elements of the marble couple. The energy emanating from it was a tangible
force. ‘Hell, it’s certainly got something.’ ‘The
guy who gave it to me said that he’d only looked at it once but the impact
never left him.’ ‘Hmm,
and what’s his story?’ ‘By
virtue of the situation, we didn’t exchange names. If I had to, I could maybe
get them to check back through the centre’s records and find out his name, but
his actions brought enough karmic reward for me to accede to his request for
anonymity. All I’m doing is playing the role fate has handed me in the best
way I can.’
‘What
else did this guy say about the statue?’ ‘He
said that the friend he’d seen it with thought it was all bullshit.’ ‘You
mean to experience what that little rooting couple are?’ ‘In
a nutshell. I know nothing about sculpture, Jake, but the craftsman who sculpted
that piece of marble managed to capture the image of a man and woman
experiencing heights of sexual gratification that might be achievable, but
seldom are by most people!’ ‘You’re
bloody right.’ ‘I’ve
thought a lot about it and The Connection
would confront people’s unrequited desires.’ ‘That
little fucking couple hardly suggests anything unrequited to me.’ ‘No,
but you can bet your life many people throughout history have felt confronted by
The Connection and consequently craved
possession of it. That marble couple display an emotional and spiritual
attainment of bliss that’s way beyond most people’s expectations! That
statue could be symbolic of anything sexually, politically or financially
unattainable.’ ‘Sounds
a bit esoterically wanky to me, mate.’ ‘It
might to many, but how many people spend ten days in silence, having no eye
contact with anyone and meditating for nine and a half hours a day?’ ‘Not
many sane ones!’ Walker
grinned. ‘Of course. Anyway, through circumstances, which for obvious reasons
he didn’t elaborate on, it had somehow fallen into his hands. He’d been
carrying it carefully crated in the boot of his car from where or for how long I
don’t know. I didn’t even see it or know exactly what to expect until I got
home and opened the box. I was half-prepared from what he’d told me, but when
I saw The Connection I was blown away.’ ‘Shit,
I understand, it’s a bit of an x-rating, I’ll bet that marble couple have
helped blow away a few people.’ ‘You’re
right, Jake, it’s definitely a stimulating work of art. Anyway, this guy would
have registered for the course months ago, before whatever set of circumstances
dropped the statue into his lap. His gaining possession of the statue and the
commencement of the course was a bit of synchronicity, perhaps it was fate
taking a hand. His pre-arranged absence fell in nicely with presumably panicked
decision-making.’ ‘Well
I know nothing about the man or his cronies but regardless of how it all
occurred I’ll bet he was sweating his ass off... and probably still is!’ ‘Yep,
he told me that the Federal police would be chasing it, along with some other
serious people.’ ‘The
Federal cops! Jesus, are you for real?’ Walker
nodded, ‘I presume the fact that during the course no contact is made by
anyone with anybody for ten days would have seemed a desirable situation for
him.’ ‘So
he was lying low, so to speak.’ ‘So
to speak. Obviously been involved in some sort of questionable activity but all
of a sudden he has an object in his hands that undoubtedly possesses some sort
of power.’ ‘He
was presumably some sort of crim, so what was he doing at a meditation
course?’ ‘Good
question, particularly a course as challenging as Vipassana. He’d obviously
stepped onto a spiritual development path and was maybe having second thoughts
about his lifestyle.’ ‘So
this guy was actually looking for two solutions.’ ‘Two
solutions?’ Jake
smiled, ‘What to do with a near-pornographic statue... and the meaning of
life!’ ‘Well
summed up. He obviously wasn’t in a position to safely make profit out of it
and had been floating in a sea in which he could get terminally swamped. Maybe
he thought that perhaps he could pay a percentage of his karmic debt, excuse the
esoteric wank, by trying to do something halfway positive with the statue.’ ‘And
you represented the right choice?’ ‘I
doubt it occurred to him immediately. He’d have spent many accumulative hours
over the ten-day period, consciously trying to substitute thoughts of danger,
with the desired mind-body awareness of the Vipassana technique. Maybe he
flashed on wonderful possibilities to be achieved with The
Connection, but obviously felt more and more pressured as time for
decision-making ran out. I probably represented the logical immediate solution,
by virtue of the connection
between us. There’s that word again. Maybe he decided that fate had meant him
to give it to me.’ ‘As
simple as that?’ ‘As
simple as that. On the last day, when what they call ‘noble silence’ is
lifted to be replaced by ‘noble speech’, he approached me directly and told
me the story almost as briefly as I’ve outlined it to you. He told me it was
his first ten-day course and by the eighth day things were happening inside his
head, as they were in mine. Within minutes I’d agreed to take possession of
something when I didn’t even know what it was. Once he’d broached the
subject and we’d arrived at an understanding, I asked no questions. We later
went to the car park, I pulled in next to his car, we transferred the crate, he
drove away and I drove away. I have The
Connection now and the job has become mine.’ ‘The
job?’ ‘To
give it back to James Whilsh, though with a few provisos.’ ‘How
come I’ve never heard of this bloody statue? I mean, if this millionaire
Whilsh owned it, how come I’ve never seen anything written about it or photos
of it? I mean, shit man, look at the thing, a men’s magazine at the very least
would pay a mint for pictures of it.’ ‘Apart
from the fact that many works of art never get seen by the general public, you
also need to understand the sort of man that Whilsh is. He’s been the subject
of many a newspaper article but he won’t engage in, or permit, discussion that
relates to his personal life. That statue has been in private collections
forever; it’s only been in Whilsh’s office at Whilsh International since it
came out from Switzerland. You can rest assured, an opportunity for a photograph
of it or an article about it would never have arisen.’ ‘Jesus,
he’s a lucky man... was a lucky man, to be able to look at that couple
each day.’ ‘Which
he seldom would have. The man’s in and out of the country regularly, but
mostly out, being renowned for ensuring that others control his company as
efficiently as he used to! You can bet your boots none of his close associates
would broadcast knowledge of his private affairs.’ ‘Had
you ever heard of the statue?’ ‘Funnily
enough, someone told me about it not too long ago, it’s uncanny that it’s
just been placed into my hands.’ ‘Particularly
the way it was.’ ‘Particularly!’ The
phone rang. Walker went to his desk and picked up the receiver. Not using the
caller’s name once, he listened without speaking for almost ten minutes then
hung up, typed a note on the computer screen and while it was printing looked up
at Jake ‘Know
anything about the damage to Whilsh’s little project? There’s absolutely
nothing in the San Troppo Daily.’ ‘No,
but having a reasonable understanding of how Whish operates, I’d imagine he
won’t let the general public know exactly what is wrong until it’s almost
fixed anyway.’ ‘Apart
from the fact you came home with a statue, how was the course?’ ‘Some
some reasonably difficult, mentally draining days but a good time had by all,
hah hah.’ ‘You
know I’m a bit sceptical about the whole meditation hoo-ha, W.’ ‘Yeah,
but you’ll get over it Jake!’
‘But shit, a ten day stint of it is radical, why on earth do you do
it?’ ‘You
sure you want to get me started?’ New
grinned. ‘I know you’ve decided to no longer waste energy on closed-minded
people, but maybe with the stimulation bought out by looking at that rooting
couple I’ve become more open.’ ‘Jake,
every negative event that occurs in peoples’ lives causes tension to
accumulate in their systems and this stored tension constantly impedes happiness
by manifesting in any number of ways.’ ‘Whoa
mate, I’m just a stumble-bum, what does ‘manifest’ mean? Obviously you
don't mean a freight document. ‘No,
the easiest way to describe manifest in this context is that it’s something
that’s a by-product or outcome of something else.’ New
looked thoughtful, ‘Yeah?’ ‘Some
sort of response or reaction manifests as a result of another happening, be it a
natural, or a man-made event.’ ‘So
when some guy gets pissed off by an arsehole and gives him a biff, the attitude
shown by the arsehole is the manifestation of shit inside him, and the biff he
gets is the manifestation of the second guy’s reaction?’ ‘You
got it!’ ‘So
this tension that people pick up ultimately manifests as shit in their lives?’ ‘Exactly.
People get angry at the world because of what life has or hasn’t given to
them, or they get pissed off at something someone has said or done to them, be
it justified or not. Some even get physically sick from that tension, the
negative emotions affect everything they say and do in life.’ ‘I
get it, I think. You don’t actually enjoy yourself at Vipassana do you?’ ‘It’s
a bit hard to explain. Starting at four o’clock in the morning and just
sitting in meditation for many hours a day certainly doesn’t represent
enjoyment, but there are rewards for people who have sufficient discipline to
make such effort.’ ‘You’d
be working to convince me.’ ‘Jake,
most people enjoy where they’re at, if they’ve chosen to be there. If I’m
not enjoying where I’m at, I leave... it’s as simple as that.’
‘You know how we were talking about the turd brigade?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘You
say these meditation techniques relieve the stresses and tensions that everyone
experiences?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘It’s
occurred to me, I know where the people who just lost the statue probably store
their tensions.’ ‘And
where would that be?’ ‘I’ll
guarantee it’s in their bums and just as a word of warning, you can bet your
life that they’ll undoubtedly be serious arseholes!’ Walker
picked up the newspaper as he chuckled quietly and commented, ‘Undoubtedly!’ Glancing through the newspaper he suddenly
exclaimed, ‘Shit, look at this!’ The paper was pushed under Jake’s eyes.
On the front page there was a photograph of a horrific car accident but as Jake
looked at it he could see nothing of relevant interest. ‘So?’ ‘This
car is the car that the guy who gave me The
Connection was driving!’ ‘Shit,
how on earth would you know, it’s a standard everyday Falcon, it could be
anyone!’ ‘No,
you can clearly see the number plate in the photograph.’ ‘Christ,
W, you’re not serious, you remember number plates?’ ‘Only
if it might be potentially relevant and it obviously was.’ Walker read the
story out loud to Jake. The body had been burnt beyond visual recognition and
the authorities were awaiting dental records to confirm the identity of the
driver. It had occurred within a time frame and location that made it reasonably
certain that he was the man Walker had met at the course. ‘You
think that prang is connected to the theft of the statue?’ ‘I
don’t know. It’s possible, but circumstances would suggest otherwise, it’s
not as if they found him tortured to death. Quite possibly, knowledge of my
having possession of the statue has gone to the grave.’ ‘A
fortunate event I’d say! Anyway W, got a million things to do, I’ll catch
you later.’ ‘Great
Jake, have a goodie.’ Walker
looked at The Connection for some minutes. He had an exceedingly
important task, the outcome of which could conceivably change the course of
history in Australia. The battle had started! Click on the cart below to purchase this book:
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