Assignment Notes - A.J.
The full existence of a giant Sequoia is beyond human perception.. as is the spiritual realm for most.
This is Austin Jones reviewing some of my notes and observations. I receive my instructions from this ancestor who I have to report directly to now. He just wants to be called the Ancestor. Though he went by many names before, most know him as Ausar. There’s even rumors that he is the ancient Enoch. I don’t know how true that is. But I do know that he is one of the founding fathers of modern humanity. He helped create the ancient Khemitic wisdom oracle of Tehuti which has been providing knowledge for over 10,000 years. It is available for those gifted enough to access it from beyond the physical realm and is the source of knowledge centers around the world throughout time.
Our ancestor he is. He is the past that is to come. He taught us that in this universe there are different levels of existence. There is the physical level, the level humans live on. We are very familiar with this level, but let’s look deeper in it. For example, let’s look at plant life. A living growing plant is aware of, and sensitive to its surroundings. If something living is next to a plant, the plant is aware of it. A plant is sensitive to other living things on many levels.
Plants can also demonstrate an emotional response similar to that in humans. If you just think about harming a plant, without acting on it, that plant will respond emotionally. If any living plant or animal is killed around plants, even if there are walls between them, the plants will be emotionally affected the instant it dies. This happens because there is a life signal that connects all creation. All life forms are connected through consciousness at the cellular level.
With this conscious connection or awareness in mind, let’s look at a giant Sequoia tree with its long life cycle. These Redwood trees must notice the life cycle of other living things as they exist then pass on for many, many generations. A Redwood tree can exist in a life cycle of over three thousand years. A fruit fly exists in a life cycle of less than two weeks. A human, like the fruit fly, will go through a life cycle and never perceive a Redwood tree's full existence. It grows too slow and exists for too long. It’s beyond human perception.
Well there is the spiritual realm of existence that is also beyond human perception. This spiritual level is where the souls of our ancestors go after leaving the physical level. They are beyond human perception but they are still alive in spirit. In the spiritual realm, the ancestors are not limited to stay on Earth. As spiritual energy, they have the universe to travel freely in. However, many of them remain in close proximity to Earth because they are concerned about their descendants and the fate of the physical world.
The physical world is on a head-on collision with self destruction. There is just too much chaos and confusion, lies and deception, greed and lack of respect for life and things living. It’s out of control, but the worst part about it is that it’s so common that this is the standard. Big corporations, governments and cold blood-sucking billionaires have made an institution of raping and violating human and environmental resources. They set the standard for these profit and control driven acts of aggression. Since these haphazard acts of aggression have their roots in war, let’s look at modern war technology as an example to sum up the problem today.
The atomic bomb is extremely destructive, designed to utilize the energy released by splitting the atom, which is one of the smallest particles of a chemical element. By splitting one of nature's smallest elements, they created their biggest form of martial destruction. Therefore, by splitting people who by nature should be working together, the results again and again will be destruction. People around the world are conditioned, as a result of colonialists divisive tactics, to dislike, hate and fight their brothers, sisters and their neighbors for any little petty reason or difference. Of course there was hate before colonialism, but it was local not global and did not set the world off balance. Colonialism tipped the scale.
In many cases the hatred is internalized. People hate themselves. Splitting the basic element in behavior, that is self love and self preservation. Consequently, this splitting usually results in self destructive behavior.
This divisive tactic, “divide and conquer” should be “divide and you will be conquered” because in a world where everything is connected, your negative energy will eventually come back to affect you. This is precisely what is happening today. There is too much negative energy resulting in a world left unbalanced. People around the world are discontent with the negative actions forced on them by the powers that be, and are reacting in negative ways that will eventually “mushroom” into an explosive and destructive situation.
It is time for a change. It’s time for a positive union of once divided parts. It’s time for a strategic alliance of past, present, spiritual and physical that only the Highest Power can assign.
The Highest Power assigned one of our ancestors to be the field general, and the teacher of our warriors of truth and justice. It’s said that this ancestor was here on Earth at first some hundreds of thousands of years ago. This dates back long before the time of what the modern popular view of human civilization existed. The first time he was here he was trail-blazing the path for future generations of humanity with the type of strategic aggression that set mankind aside from most of his animal family.
He appeared on Earth many times since then with the last being over ten thousand years ago when he was the founder of a nation that was the predecessor to ancient Khemit (Nubia and Egypt). This empire spanned from Africa, India, Asia, Australia, the Americas, the south Pacific Islands and all the way down to Antarctica before the ice covered it. And yes, there are ruins and remains under that ice.
The Ancestor told me that the assignment is to trail-blaze humanity again. But this time the animal he will have to set mankind aside from is from within the human family. My role will continue to be to observe. However, in addition he wants me to stay diligent for new developments, because he feels there is a potential for new players on the field.
Observe - Rich Kerry
New York City on the upper east side of Manhattan, a twenty seven year old international trade executive pulls into the parking garage of the luxury building where he has his home and office split level. While on the elevator up, he thinks about the dinner conversation he just had with the president of a company from India that wants to buy into his company and expand his influence throughout Asia. It does sound tempting. But what preoccupied his thoughts more is the fact that the world is truly becoming a global market and allowing big players to come from unexpected places. Unlike during his father’s and grandfather's time when there was a monopoly on the market by European countries, colonies and settlements after the devastation of colonialism and slavery. Now there is another power shift taking place. Which unfortunately means the old power base will be tightening their grip on what they can still control. And of course that means some will suffocate.
This young Caucasian male has been close to those in power all of his life. And he knows how they think. He was being raised to become one, but he rebelled. He started his business so he could travel around the world and stay out of his father’s circle of friends. His father thought it was a great strategic move. His dad just didn’t get it. They never did get along. They seemed completely opposite. But when he walked up to his door he was quickly reminded of the similarities. He had his fathers name. As he glanced at his name on the door: Richard Kerry, II & Assoc., Int., to his surprise it opened and startled him. His office manager walked out on her way to get something to eat. She greeted him then asked if he wanted anything to eat. She also told him he had an important message on his desk. He entered the office, looked at his watch, and realized that the night shift would be here soon. Having a global market meant you worked around the clock in order to compete in this rapid economy. If you sleep, you lose the deal.
As he picked up the note from his desk, he saw that the message was for him to call his dad before tonight. He looked at it and thought, “That’s strange! Who is it from?” He picked up the phone to call around, wondering if maybe she forgot to put the name on it. “No,” he said to himself, “She’s too thorough with detail.” That’s why he hired her. Therefore, he decided it would probably be better for him to wait until she returned.
When his office manager walked back in he asked, “Andrea, who left this message?”
She answered, “I don’t know Rich. He didn’t leave a name. He did say it was important though. Oh yeah, and he had a deep voice.”
Rich decided to call his dad. He went upstairs to his apartment to relax as he prepared for the anxiety that went along with talking to his parents. He found his dad at his favorite get-away when he just finished, or was about to do something real bad. He always goes to their home outside of Savannah, Georgia. The get-away wasn’t a way to relieve guilt. The wrong he did, didn’t bother his dad at all. He used to say he liked the calm, both before and after the storm. After talking to his father for three minutes, he found out what it was. And.. he didn’t like it. His dad said, “Nez has to go!”
Rich asked, “What do you mean by that?”
His father explained, “We don’t need her anymore. You’re grown. Her boy is in college. She doesn’t need to be there.”
But his son countered, “You promised me.. She is more like a mom to me than mother ever was!”
Then his father snapped, “You watch what you say, boy! That Indian bitch is not your mother. Just remember who you are.”
Rich said in desperation, “Then I’ll bring her up here with me.”
But his dad demanded, “She has to go.” So Rich said good-bye and hung up the phone. He was worried about his nanny Nez’s life. “Did she see something she wasn’t supposed to see,” he asked himself. “And who left the message? Did that person know something?”
Observe My Brother William - The Vigilante Warrior
The tall dark figure glided across the marsh with the grace of a panther. Black cloak blowing in the wind with dagger still in hand, this Vigilante Warrior’s six foot, six inch frame is pushed to the limits of physical fitness. He is defined and cut with the combined speed and strength that would make him a real superman compared to the average man. His mind is as brilliant as any rocket scientist in the modern world. But his heart is heavy.. heavy with the pain of losing his loved ones. His heart is heavy with revenge. The pain of his youth led him to become the powerful and intelligent man he is today. But he has paid a price. The cost was to sacrifice a normal life for the revenge of his loved ones.
Now another part of his plan is accomplished and he is on his way to deliver the news. It’s just past midnight outside of Savannah, Georgia as he walks towards the river where he left his vehicle. The thought of what he did is still fresh on his mind. It was only a half an hour ago when he was hanging upside down by his feet in the bathroom of the U.S. Attorney General Richard “Dick” Kerry’s summer home. Dick Kerry was one of many corrupt politicians who had their own devious agenda and used a public office to achieve it. But he’s also one of many little devils that’s on this Vigilante’s revenge list. A list that’s just about all checked off.
So he remembers waiting patiently until old Dick had to take a shit. The silent assassin remembers when the Attorney General walked in and sat down, then he thought, “I might as well let him finish.” He remembers the way he prepared the toilet paper in nice neat accordion folds. Then he thought, “Well that’s different, I roll mine around my hand.” But before old Kerry had a chance to wipe, his evil deeds on this planet came to a quick and quiet end.
As the Vigilante entered his craft that he designed and built, he started to feel the usual remorse after the job was done. He wondered what it would be like after he finishes his quest, if he lives that long. He didn’t think he would ever live a normal life again. Not that his life has been anywhere near normal thus far. Maybe he was put on this Earth to be a warrior for life. He joined the U.S. Marines after high school to learn how to be the best killer he can be. He achieved the rank of Master Gunnery Sergeant in an astonishing fourteen years after proving himself time and time again as one willing to perform any task with extreme prejudice and unrivaled success. In between his covert missions and overt tours, he was able to finish his education, start his business and develop a few patents that allowed him to walk away from killing for his country. Only to start the real task of killing for personal vendetta.
He started the vehicle and dashed off, skimming the surface for a couple of miles and then submerging before coming to a dam. He didn’t want to take a chance at being seen, so instead of taking to the sky, he decided to use his craft to drill through the ground under the dam, then continue his journey on the other side. His small ship was an engineering masterpiece. Shaped like a pointed bullet with tips at both ends, and twice the size of a motorcycle. This ship moved the dirt and replaced it without leaving much of a trace behind. It allowed him to go anywhere he wanted to at remarkable speed, virtually without being detected.
As he hit the Atlantic Ocean he accelerated, because he wanted to get to New York before anybody found the old Dick and contacted the press. He wanted to talk to Dick Kerry’s son and explain what’s going on. He didn’t know exactly why. But he did have a well detailed profile and history of the former U.S. Attorney Generals’ son. This information only this young man himself would know. He knew the young Kerry was not evil like his dad was. This Warrior had the gift as his Grandma used to tell him. The gift that allows him to see and feel things that most people couldn’t. His Grandma has it as well. This insight is his guide, and he always follows it even if initially, it doesn’t make sense. His gift also gives him the capacity to see energy fields, or auras around people, among other things. So, it’s easy for him to spot a demon with his negative vibes at a glance.
In less than two hours, the Vigilante Warrior will arrive in New York City. At an impossible speed of over 450 knots or over 500 mph under-water (a speed only being attempted by much smaller modern anti-torpedo missiles). He realized there’s a slight risk that he could raise the curiosity of some keen observer. But time was of the essence. However, if he had to, he would take to the air. Even though his ship is stealth, he only used that as a last resort. He wanted to prevent the chance of “by-standers” seeing him streaking across the sky and creating unwelcome attention.
Observe - Ken Burns
The USS Clinton is cruising up the east coast, on its way to Philadelphia Shipyard for voyage repairs and specific upgrades that are only performed at this port. The repairs and upgrades could last a month or more. That would be fine for most of the servicemen on board because they’re part of the seventh fleet and have been deployed out in the western pacific on three consecutive eight month tours. Now finally, they could spend some quality time on dry land. It will be a working port so they’ll have to stay on the ship in rotation the days they’re on duty.
There is one on board that is a little more eager than the others. He is a twenty-four year old Lieutenant Junior Grade, straight out of the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. He is originally from Oxon Hill, Maryland, just outside of Washington D.C.. And most of his family works for the U.S. Government. They wanted him to come right out of school, become a lawyer and work for the government too. His father is a lawyer, a director in the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission and like many of his relatives, he’s well connected. Ken knew his success was pretty much guaranteed. But he wanted to join the Navy first, to travel the “Pacific Rim.” Then he would come home and practice law, or become a detective, or do both. Kenneth Burns had so much ambition. He was sure he could do whatever he wanted to do.
What he didn’t expect was the jealousy, hatred and shameless racism that he received from some of his fellow officers. Him being the only black man with rank on this ship out on the high seas for so long only intensified the situation. Setting the tone is a Second Lieutenant who’s a racist like those from the old south. He doesn’t try to hide it. He is jealous of this intelligent black man because he came into the military with rank. This racist hated the fact that L.J.G. Burns was so damn good, at whatever he did. L.J.G. Burns dispelled every stereotype the Second Lieutenant ever had. Ken even had thin lips and a pointed nose to go with his dark complexion. Out of frustration, the Second Lieutenant tried everything in his power with the help of other flunky officers to get Ken discharged. But this Ken Burns’ will power proved stronger than all of their hatred combined. Finally, he gets to see family and friends, to get that unconditional love he left behind.
On watch, Ken is alert and focused. On occasion he’ll slip into a thought about what his plans will be when they get to dock in Philadelphia. But primarily those thoughts quickly return to the matter at hand. That’s typically the way Burns operates; little deviation from the course set. His friends back in school used to call him “Burns on course” and “serious business.” Though, there was a less intense side of him that only his closest friends would see; and of course, that was after his work was finished.
As Ken was looking at the monitor, admiring the 3D sonar image of the ocean depth and all its inhabitants, he noticed something very unusual. There seemed to be a ghost image sprinting up the coast at an unbelievable speed. He thought, “It must be moving close to 500 knots, under-water. That’s impossible! Anything moving that fast in water at that depth for so long would cause a much more drastic wave effect in the ocean.” In contrast, this water remained apparently normal and oddly unaffected. Ken could not see what it was, but he noticed the effect it had on the environment around it. Sea creatures would move out of its way. Kelp tentacles would part from the ferocity of the current, then return to an uncanny calm as if nothing happened. He wondered what it could be that would cause such a phenomenon. He checked the other detection devices, which picked up nothing. Then he immediately informed his superior officer, who dismissed it as a fluke in the current or something.
However, this Second Lieutenant who’s dislike for Ken Burns clouded his thinking as he bellowed, “Nobody has technology like that. If they did, we would know about it. Is that clear officer?”
Burns responded, “Yes Sir! But don’t you think it’ll be wise to make a note of it for future reference, Sir?”
Then the officer countered, “Are you questioning my decision, boy? I just told you that it was nothing. You see, that’s why I hate you arrogant niggers! Ya’ll always got something to say! You don’t know your place boy...”
At that point, Ken thought to himself, “Here we go again. After two years of this shit, I really don’t want to hear it. What the hell is wrong with him?” Unconsciously, Kens’ thoughts drowned out the words spewing from this man. Then he was snapped back to reality when the racist spit in his face out of frustration because Burns didn’t respond to his verbal onslaught. L.J.G. Burns stood there clenched fist, eyes piercing through to the wretched soul of this sick man, and ready to swing, when he thought, “This is what this damn coward wants me to do; lose my composure, so I can lose everything I worked for. He does this shit as he hides behind his rank ” Then Ken Burns relaxes as he says with authority, “You can’t hide from karma.. Sir!”
Observe - Chaka Stevens
South Orange, New Jersey, just below Orange Park, an ex-drug dealer named Chaka relaxes in his million dollar home. The neighbors in this predominantly black, upper middle class community thought he was an entertainer or an athlete when he first moved in. They haven’t been so anxious to meet him since they found out he wasn’t. This six-foot three, light brown skinned young man grew up in Harlem and learned the streets while living in Newark, “Brick City” NJ. I guess his mom didn’t know she was moving out of the frying pan and into the flames. But that was alright to him because he had his pops there to teach him the ways of the streets; the school of hard knocks. He had his share of knocks too. Still, he gave a whole lot more than he received. But this one hit, he will feel for the rest of his life. He still thinks about it five years later. It was this cold blooded new breed who had police connections that tried to dethrone him; Chaka, the king. Instead, they popped his mom as she was shopping in his car, while he was out of town.
He remembers the incident as if it happened yesterday. He recalls driving through Newark, down the “Neck” where he knew his mother’s killers would be. It was the evening of his mothers funeral, just after the wake reception. Fueled by the tears of his mothers many loved ones, he wanted blood. He was with two of his closest and most trusted friends, “Ndo Coco” and “the Butcher.” They were all twenty four at the time. Arnando Apalinares is an African Puerto Rican that he has known all of his life since they were kids in Harlem. The girls started calling him “Coco” because of his smooth dark caramel complexion. But he’s hard with jagged edges on the inside. On the other hand, James “the Butcher” Robinson is always rough and hard edged both inside and out. He is a short stocky, muscular dark skinned brother that doesn’t talk too much. Though his actions say it all. He grew up on the rough streets of north Newark. It was he who spoke when he spotted the killers.
“Yo Chaka, there’s them mutha fuckas that smoked moms,” Butch said. Chaka Stevens stopped the car in the middle of the street. Without thinking about his own life, he charged after the crowd of people where the two killers were. Not two steps behind him, the Butcher and Ndo made their move. As the three men moved, like predators going for the kill, hurdling moving car hoods without missing a stride. The drivers of the vehicles slammed on their brakes and watched in amazement. When their cars came to a screeching halt, this put the crowd hanging with the culprits on alert. They then dispersed in every direction, like a herd of gazelles desperately fleeing a pack of lions. However, the two killers ran with more intent than the others. They recognized the Butcher and Chaka running with what seemed like hell bent conviction. Then the two killers, panting for air, cut into a dark side street to try to avoid the onslaught. But the Butcher knew these streets well. His talent as an All American running back was still there as he caught up with the two before they reached the middle of the block. Chaka, the Ndo were right behind him. Suddenly, before the Butcher could swing his cocked fist, Newark Police flooded the back street.
It was a set-up, all planned, including his mothers death. These two dirty cops walked up to them and one said, “Chaka, we finally got you’re ass! There’s only one problem. You forgot to kill the bastard!” The cop pulled out an unofficial gun and pointed it at the two killers that conspired with him. He told them to walk as the other cops blocked the view and kept other people out of the dark street. The cops intended to frame Chaka and his friends for the murders and possibly kill them right on the spot, then claim self defense.
However, before the officer could take aim, a large black figure dropped from the sky and snatched the two police up to the top of the building. After a few tense moments to stare in disbelief, a dirty cop then started shooting up at the mysterious figure. Missing the target and frustrated because he didn’t get his shit off, he gave the order to pursue.
Chaka remembers how confusing it was that night. How they just walked away from the scene because the officers holding them had to respond to the “officer down” call from the top of the building. He also remembers how spiritual the whole thing felt the next day when he found out the two killers, plus four dirty cops were all dead. It was like his mom sent an angel wearing all black down to free her son and to redeem her by taking the life of all responsible for taking hers. The cops never did catch the mysterious person that did it. They never saw or heard about him again. The police had no motive, so they just said it was “drug related” and blamed the officer’s death on the two that killed his mom.
Five years later, Arnando still calls the angel “their redeemer,” because that day changed the rest of their lives. Now they all have legitimate businesses, providing legal jobs for people in the inner city. Their angel, their redeemer is our Vigilante Warrior and those men that he got rid of were also working for those responsible for the life of his loved ones. They were on his list to be terminated. Chaka is unaware of it at this moment, but they will have the chance to see him again.
Chaka was brought out of his reflective reverie by the doorbell. It was Natalia, Arnando’s younger sister. He smiled and let her in.
