Mediocrity Of The Fittest

by Bill Gallagher

³I do not mean for you to adopt mediocrity,² said the father, again

and again to his son, ³but to give the Illusion of adopting it. The world

is changing quickly, and only by adapting to the changes can you hope to

survive. Anonymity and privacy are about to become obsolete. You are

already in a spotlight of sorts, just because you are my son. In order to

avoid undue scrutiny, your only hope is to blend in with the norm, the

vastness of the herd will protect you, to some degree.²

The boys father, a senior member of an elite intelligence structure

within the US government, knew from whence he spoke. The machinators of

Americas Death had worked long and hard to make America complacent with

electronic toys for entertainment, and that gambit paid off. A lid went on

new technology around 1980, and very few even noticed. Henceforth new

technology became secret, as a means to control the mass in the very worst

way, for reasons of National Security, of course.

And what a God awful bunch of technology there was. Artifacts, both

terrestrial and not, as well as Teslas inventions, and certain other things

stolen from unknown inventors since Tesla, who could safely remain unnamed,

because not only had their technology been assimilated, but their records as

well as themselves became terminated in damnation.

So from early on, the boy was schooled in maintaining a facade of

trying hard, while never seeming to quite grasp things, all the while sating

his voracious intellect with the books given to him by his father, as well

as the occasional ³Secure Briefing², as he came to know the conversations

they had when they were alone.

The boy became a young man, and over time had learned that his father

was of a small rebellious faction within The Agency, which was definitely a

no-no, now that secrecy had become the cloak which designer-crime hid

behind. Eventually his fathers ³Alarming² attitudes were detected, his

basic disagreement with the way The Agency toyed with the destiny of the

country, and before he died of the rotting sickness, he told his son many

things. The very cancer that was taking his life was a contractible form

developed by, and considered a signature of, the very organization he had

worked for. This medical ³Technology² was as much a part of the medical/

insurance structure of the USA as were pharmaceutical medicines and surgery,

and it also dovetailed with other technologies of electronic sort, which

actually accelerated growth of the oh-so-special cancers, funguses, and

other infection types created in Agency funded labs.

³Is it not elegant?² The father had asked his son, from his deathbed in

their Virginia home. ³The insidiousness of it all, the PLANNING, not just

for years, but For DECADES, and going on a CENTURY now. Gross mismanagement

of the taxpayers largess, furthering the fortunes of a few spiritually

retarded non-American families, and made to look like protection. Its a

protection racket, simple as that. Create pain and hunger, both physical

and intellectual, then withhold alleviation.

³The so-called Stewardship of America, touted by the Agency, and the

family that created it, as their number one justification for being, was not

such great stewardship afterall: the Russians were the first to understand

that it was Tesla who had caused The Tunguska Event, as a display for

Morgan. The Tunguska Event was actually an exhibition of Teslas newest

³Military² technology. And as you already know, the dates match up very

well. So the Russians pursued and utilized Teslas technology first; they

caught even The Agency with its pants down, and then they ransomed Americas

continued existence for a big cut of the New World Order....² The coughing

began again, and the grimace of pain on the old mans face contorted his

features into a grinning deaths head. He reached out and grasped his sons

hand, hard. ³Remember. Mediocrity² he hissed, ³Pretend...² Then it was

over. He lay back, and quit breathing. Animate to inanimate, from one

moment to the next.

The boy, now a man, never forgot.

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He called himself Revvy, told people it was his nickname from

childhood, if they even asked, and he did his best to blend in, to fit

within the herd, as his life progressed. This became increasingly difficult

as time went on, but he found, even in (Or especially in) mediocrity, minor

wealth, which allowed him to secure for himself certain privacy and freedom

not available to all, and unsuspected by most. The wisdom of his fathers

words were driven home over and over as he watched the monsters behind the

final take-over of America begin their last song and dance. Revvy was then

38 years of age. He also watched as Terrorism struck America, and he became

enraged, but not toward the enemy that pop media scapegoated. Not toward

the enemy his Handlers would have him believe.

To Revvy the destruction of the two buildings in New York by

commercial aircraft was blatant in its diversionary intent, and its homeland

source, and even though the family still running The Agency was going for it

finally, after all the years of murder and deception leading up to this

take-over, even though it was All Going Down, it was easy to see they had

not prepared enough, not nearly enough. And they had made many other

serious mistakes too. These anti-Americans who had taken over Americas

military for foreign powers were already finding it necessary to spin their

first lies about this technology of control, making excuses, as it were,

even to their own side, many of which were beginning to question things

also, and realizing they too had been lied-to all along. These excuses and

lies by the traitor government which had taken over America were palimpsest

layers of deceit, preconceived, and designed, to nullify any questions

concerning the hazards of this technology of control, and the lies were not

just half-baked, but downright ludicrous, to all but the most ignorant and

mind controlled.

The bottom line was this: the dangerous and powerful energy technology

of Tesla was being deployed before Americas eyes, in the skies above their

heads, and the reflective and conductive chemicals were being sprayed daily,

in lines like prison bars across American skies.

One of the lies told by the traitors in power was that it was a

shield, another was that they were just normal clouds. The inundation of

the atmosphere and land with conductive and reflective metallic powders was

actually a vehicle for the propagation of broadcast fields being used by the

traitor government of The Agency for ultra-secure communication, and

all-pervasive surveillance, as well as weather modification and behavior

modification of subject populations. And again, all in the name of National

Security, of course.

Many many people of America were really seeing all this though, and a

large percentage of the Mass were waking up, asking questions.

Alterna-Techno explanations were being furnished by a few scholars of

esoteric technology, and after learning even just a little,

john-on-the-street had no trouble whatsoever seeing the suppression of

inventions which had taken place in the last 23 years, since 1980, so that

the advances could be employed for control, as an automated type of

law-enforcement, and more.

All this truly said something about the mindset of the Agency-traitors,

too. They had really believed the people at large were so conditioned they

would not question, nay, they would not even NOTICE, jets laying down grids

of chemical lines above their heads, or lethargy on weirdly cloudy days, or

VERY odd weather patterns. The traitors were slipping. And they were

beginning to understand that. Their demise took on new aspects of reality.

It was Revvys intent to hurry that demise along as much as possible.

This in fact was the main reason it was becoming so difficult for Revvy

to operate and live without being noticed. He handled it well though;

everything just took a little longer. Each and every step of his plan had

already been choreographed across time, sometimes for years, and for the

most part people were the levers and gears of this anti-machine, unwitting,

perhaps, but never unwilling. He watched. He bided. He Studied and

Worked. As chances to strengthen his plan presented themselves, he spent

time assessing each for probable futures, all the while weighing many other

things, not least of which was avoidance of detection. He had become aware

of numerous human test subjects being tormented by The Agency, and he

watched them too, from afar, until he felt it safe to sometimes approach

them clandestinely, which again, many times took years. Thats how he

finally met the man. The Man. The one to see it all through.



**************************************

Revvy followed The Man through the crowd of Quartzsite Arizonas annual

Rock and Gem Extravaganza, and he was surprised the guy was taking a break

from his booth where he sold his line of collectible rocks, which he spelled

ROX on his sign. Revvy was very aware of the numerous government operatives

and minor paid ratz in this crowd, as well as the wealth and their private

security. He was dressed drab. Good desert hat, shades, t-shirt under

flannel, and jeans. He listened to his boots crunching the dry gravel and

sand that was Quartzsite, and he hurried his pace. The dude was buying an

ice cream cone. Yes, all Gods chillun¹ gots ta eat. Revvy made ready, and

sidled up to the man as he left the ice cream vendor.

³Hows the scream?² he asked. It was a favorite of his, scream for ice

cream. Amazingly, the man seemed to understand it with ease, because in

between bites he said:

³Good.²

³Was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time. Its rather

important.²

The man, the unnamed man, looked around at his walking partner for the

first time.

³Important how?² he asked. ³I kind of have to get back to my

booth...²

³Its time you had some help,² Revvy said, ³But we have to make it

quick, because many eyes watch here, and there is always that...² He was

pointing upward slightly. The man, making quick work of his ice cream cone

glanced upward at the lines in the sky. A small jet of the world government

was laying down a line as he watched.

³OK,² he said, ³But the quicker the better...²

Revvy said ³Follow me² and led the man to a gigantic vendors tent

where many people were shopping the wares. He turned around to look and

smiled inside himself as he saw the man, who was a few years older than

himself, casually making his way in the same direction, all the while

admiring the behind of one of the rainbow girlz, who was about 21 and had an

admirable bosom, as well as several other attributes endearing her to the

procreative.

Revvy led the man towards a corner of the huge tent, and handed him a

folded envelope, which the man quickly pocketed. They acted like shoppers

as Revvy talked, facing the products, checking prices.

³Be Very Careful to read that in privacy. When you are done with it,

burn it. This will be very good for both of us, but the directions must be

followed Exactly. They¹re easy. You can do it.² He turned and stuck out

his hand, and gripped the others for just a second. ³Many of your questions

will be answered, but we will never meet again. When you find the box, read

everything carefully, and spend the money wisely. Above all keep doing what

you have been doing. This will make it easier. Good Luck.²

Without another word Revvy was gone. He just walked away, and The Man

pretended to browse a few of the shelves as he too made his way out.

Without so much as a backward glance, he went back to his booth. But he was

changed. As was the world. He suspected none of this then, but he was a

very quick study, which is the reason Revvy had picked him, and he would

soon learn. He never saw Revvy again.

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Over the next few months Revvy observed with satisfaction as a mutinous

dissonance occurred among the inside club of the Agency; he saw trickle down

effects that only a few could see, and he knew now that at least some of

them detected the hunter, felt the noose lowering over their necks. This

was good. From library computer terminals he also observed other factors of

his plan, factors effected now by sources of energy other than himself.

Factors like weather patterns, and earthquakes. Factors effected now by The

Man, and his helpers.

Revvy considered his plans over and over again, making adjustments if

needed, but now, finally, adjustments were hardly ever needed at all.

The simple truth of the matter was this: The REAL reason behind the

Ultra-Secrecy and denials surrounding the traitors technology-of-control was

a fact so simple as to be horrifying: energies of a planetary scale are huge

beyond comprehension. But with just a little energy in the right places,

this planetary grid can be manipulated and employed, to great effect and

extent. And anybody can do it. The traitors actually facilitated that,

with their technology of treason which entailed creating great conductivity

and reflectivity within the atmosphere itself. The means of manipulating

this situation were huge antennae spread far and wide, they were everywhere,

and the controls of the antennae are easily hacked by adepts with broadcast

computer equipment. And finally, if that failed, antennae were very easy to

build, too. As well as many other things. Nikola Teslas first earthquake

machine was a trip-hammer device used to input a certain frequency of energy

into the earth via an iron beam driven into the ground. It worked so well

he had to take a sledge hammer to the motor which was driving the trip

hammer, in order to shut the machine down. It shook buildings for many

blocks in the vicinity, and was just the first of such devices. Tesla got

better and better at that, and his patents are still public information.

Now, with the present technology that is just laying around in dumps, and

thrift stores and places like Quartzsite Arizona, even BETTER things can be

built. Lightweight. Easy to conceal. More effective.

And from the looks of things that was beginning to happen. The Man

was busy, the evidence was clear, and he was becoming invisible to the

traitors. ³Very good,² thought Revvy, ³Very Good.²

As Revvy readied yet another package for burial in a secure spot, he

thought ahead, and hoped it would not ever need to be accessed, but better

to be safe than sorry. These secretions of his were a dance across time,

and it was certainly a fine day when he had been able to direct The Man from

Quartzsite to his package and destiny. He wondered what The Man had thought

about the package when he had first found it. No matter, the information

was at work, so the end result was as intended. The man now knew that Tesla

was just the first tweaker of the worlds energy grid during this latest

civilization, this latest time of Man, this fifth world. He also knew that

the energy had been used in several of mans worlds, as the relics of the

fourth world were still in evidence. The three original Egyptian pyramids,

as well as some of the South American Pyramids, were foci and transmitters

for this type of energy, and Teslas Magnifying Transmitter was as a squirt

gun to a Cannon in comparison. But even this type of energy had never saved

Man from the threat outside, the impact cataclysms that have ALWAYS ended

things in fire and ice on this planet.

Men like those of The Agency had always ruled, by stealing and killing

and lying, threatening their way into power, all the while exhibiting their

basic and true simianship in the sense that they had no clue about the long

term, and it showed. It has always shown.

Revvy continued to monitor the weather and earthquakes, and was

pleasantly surprised to see that the weather patterns were becoming even

More Weird in places, and there were some tell-tale seismic happenings going

on too, a warm up of sorts, in places where seismic activity was usually not

too prevalent. The Man and his helpers were wresting control from the

agency. From the foreign military. From the take-over powers. A

relatively easy thing to do right now, as the traitors still had no idea

anyone else even suspected their true manipulations. Revvy couldn¹t be sure

but he thought something was coming. Something big. He was right. It

happened during the republican convention of 2004. Immediately following

the largest earthquake ever recorded in the Northeast United States, New

York City as well as twenty to fifty miles surrounding it, fell into the

Atlantic Ocean. Simultaneously London England was wrecked by Earthquake

with huge fireballs and lightening from the ground demolishing the banking

district there.