EXCERPTS FROM
DRIFTERS: THE FINAL TESTAMENT
One warm, sunny Saturday early in 1981, Jonathan had casually said to Max, “We need to talk and not around here. Can we meet at the picnic site at Red Rock Canyon to avoid being overheard?”
The Mojave Desert picnic area had been deserted, and Jonathan felt he could speak freely. He’d told Max, “I found out a few things about Deep Cover that you need to know.”
Max had taken a step backwards. “Like what?”
Jonathan had said, “It’s a set-up, Max. The admirals didn’t tell us everything. They never do.”
“Go on.” Max said impatiently.
“You’re not gonna believe this, but they plan to annihilate most of humanity, Max. Deep Cover is much more than the front for our UFO recovery operation. They plan to build a network of underground cities, complete with their own ecosystems and God knows what else. Once the selected personnel and families are safe in their hermetically
sealed cities, they plan to unleash what they’re calling the Four Horsemen on an unsuspecting mankind. A virulent super-virus, that kills in eighteen hours. Not only that, but they plan to make it look like a natural epidemic, an ‘act of God,’ as if God would ever do something like that. It’s their ultimate Machiavellian masterpiece. They’ve got to
be stopped.”
A silent rush of air swept past Jonathan’s face. He instinctively crouched and turned. It was an owl, the great night hunter, harbinger of the grim reaper. “Bad sign,” he said out loud, shaking his head. “Damn bad sign.”Suddenly he stiffened and raised his night-vision glasses. A light had appeared in the distance. It streamed out of an opening in the side of the Panamints, built into one of the huge natural arched windows in the soaring 6,000-foot range. In his mind, he marked all the ghostly landmarks around the spot of light. He picked up his knapsack and loaded up. AK-47, sidearm, desert battle fatigues, night vision gear,
trail food, and his knapsack containing what Hans jokingly called Bad Baby—a one hundred-megaton nuclear bomb. He felt like the American Mujhadeen.
After about half a mile, he came to a bend, and saw daylight sneaking around the corner. “At last,” he said with a great sigh. “Sunlight.”
Jogging the rest of the way, he rounded a bend and came to the end of the tunnel. A large boulder stood in front of the entrance, but did not block the way. He raced up to it, slid out between the rock and the cave opening and rounded the boulder. Blinded by the bright sunlight, he sat down in the lush grass to allow his eyes to adjust.
With his hand shading his eyes, he tried to look around and was struck with the feeling that something was very wrong. Something was extremely out of place. “Wait a minute,” he said, “this is the Mojave Desert. Why am I sitting in a grassy field? It’s supposed to be an arid moonscape, so where did the grass come from?”
His eyes finally adjusted to the intense light, and when he lowered his hand and took in the view, his face expressed total awe of what he now beheld. “Good God Almighty,” he gasped breathlessly. “It’s … this is incredible. It’s so … beautiful. Where the hell am I? Where is this place?”
Jonathan had no idea how long he had slept, when he was suddenly awakened by a man’s voice. His commando training kicked in and he leapt out of bed, ready to deal with the intruder. Then he heard Xander say, “I thought that you might enjoy a little evening sojourn.”
Wearing a white jumpsuit, Xander stood beside the bed, smiling at his charge. Something was suddenly not quite right with Jonathan. He looked down at his body, and then turned to see his sleeping form still in bed. “If I’m here, then who’s that sleeping in my bed,” he asked. “Or if that’s me asleep, then who am I? Xander, am I dead?”
Xander laughed. “Of course not. That’s your physical body asleep, and I am speaking to your etheric body. When you’re awake, the etheric fits the physical like a glove but, at night, it can separate. We all leave our bodies when we sleep. Sometimes the people of your world even remember the experience. In my world, everyone remembers everything exactly as it happened. This is all quite normal. You’re just not used to it yet. You’ll find that the etheric body has much fewer limitations. Are you ready for an adventure?”
Jonathan felt at a great disadvantage. These people knew everything about him and his future, and had superhuman powers, but he had no idea what was going on and could only try to go along with the program. “Okay, I will,” he protested, feeling mildly patronized.
“Excellent. Now to continue, your Constitution is the most important document of your world. It was based on the Golden Rule and the Divine and Common Laws of Conscience and Equity. It was also based on the much earlier pact that Hiawatha brought to the warring eastern tribes. It was meant to be a model for all nations, a living trust of the freedom and empowerment of the individual. Only divinely self-realized and self-sufficient individuals can build and maintain civilization.
“It is they who always move history and evolution forward. America was created to be a seed for a new and better world. She was to lead by example, and did for a while, until the collectivists and imperialists seized control of her destiny. They want to utterly destroy that promise and possibility for all time. They would have a new Dark Age if they could, for then they would never have to face themselves or their Creator —or so they hope—and could rule in Hell forever, so they believe. This must not be allowed to succeed. And that’s where you and your friends come in.”
Jonathan tried to calm himself somewhat and sat down across from the great Master. “Who are you really? I know I know you somehow. Tell me.”
The stranger brushed back his cowl with a single sweep of motion and gazed at Jonathan, a deep power in his eyes. “I am known by many names throughout the cosmos, Jonathan. As a man of your ancient Earth, I was known as Immanuel. Others know me as Moroni. In the
past, many American natives called me the White Eagle, or Quetzacoatl, the Feathered Serpent. My universal name is Sananda, however. I am the first and the last, the alpha and omega. I am the beginning and the end, and the new beginning. I am The Lord of the Golden Ray. I am the sustaining fire of the Father’s love. I am also your friend and your
brother. I have known you always. Many times our paths have crossed throughout time. Now the victory has been won in the light of God that never fails. Ah ho, Jonathan. I was the White Buffalo of your dream. I am the one you know as Jesus.”
