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Byrd corrected me, "Commemorate your holy communion."
"She doesn't need a translator, Bobby," Bennett laughed, "I'm hearing her
loud and clear."
Byrd left me with Bennett, who went into a long winded recitation on an
interpretation of the Bible deliberately intended to further distort my Catholic
instilled perceptions. "Christ was an alien in this land," he was saying in
accordance with his learned Jesuit mind manipulation techniques. "Once he
landed in Earth's plane, it was plain to see he was a leader in interdimensional
travel, We (Jesuits/aliens) followed his lead since he was the first to slip into
Earth's dimension. In Christ's transformation from porpoise 4 to purpose, he lost
his will to Earth's demands. He lost his porpoise, so to speak." Totally
"trance-fixed," I listened as Bennett rallied on and on. "When Christ emerged
from the deep to inhale of Earth's atmosphere, time began ticking. It was not
recognized or acknowledged until Christ's passing, however. We began
marking time with his death. BC-AD-or is that AC-DC?" Referring to high
voltage used to compartmentalize memory, he continued, 'No, AC in DC stops
time. At any rate, we followed his lead, He referred to you as sheep. He
knew you needed to be led. He led us. He led you. He led us to you. We're
here to lead you. The transformation is perfected now, updated with the latest
in alien technologies whereby we no longer have to follow Christ's course to the
grave. We can transcend dimensions free of the confines of Earth's
gravitational pull. The time is now, and we are here to lead you. We know
your mind. That's how we make you mind. Make you mine. Make you a
mind. Make you mine. Journey with me now..."
Bennett manipulated my perceptions until, at last, he informed me, "You
and 1 will be working closely together on a global education project." Sweeping
his hand around the crowded room, he continued, "This atmosphere is not
conductive to the kind of work we need to be doing. Something else just came
up that demands immediate attention. Let's complete tonight's business with
pleasure, beat it out of this dimension, suspend your suspended animation, and
get with the program."
In one of many White House bedrooms available for such purposes, Bennett
led me into bed. I told you we were going to beat it out of this dimension, and
that's exactly what I intend to do. A little Byrd told me you like a whip. Since
I am not the Senate kind, I'll just represent the majority by giving you what you
need most."
Bennett apparently found perverse pleasure in whipping me. With my wrists
bruised and my body slinging with pain, Bennett lit up a cigarette and
cryptically asked, "Was that your first cum-union with an alien?"
He threw me my clothes, and ordered, "Make yourself presentable. Make
sure your wrists are covered. I'm not waiting around for you, I'll see you in
THE morning."
Bennett left. After awhile I was escorted back to Byrd, with whom I spent
a brutal, short night. On the way to his room, Byrd told me, "You've got work
to do come morning with Mr. Bennett. Working for him is like working for
me. We are working in conjunction with the state Governors in an effort to
implement the global 2000 education formula for the future. I am excited at the
prospect of meddling in the future through what I accomplish today. Since I
hold this country's purse strings, it is up to me to delegate as much funding as is
neccessary to implement the educational program. I've withheld funding and
withheld funding to the point where the individual states must rely on federal