It was dark, but there was a faint light from the full moon. I was left alone on the highway. The surrounding forest was thick and dark.
It looked scary. I stood for a while where I was and in reality, I had no idea of it. It was the middle of the night and I had no way of knowing where exactly I was or how far it was to the nearest hotel. I decided to hitchhike a ride back to the city. It made more sense than to call Mary or Doctor Freeman and ask them to fetch me in the dead of the night.
A few cars passed me by but none had the courage to pick me up.
I started walking. Better that than to stay on one place for too long.
After a while the police car on patrol passed by and stopped beside me.
The policeman opened the window on the right side. "Sir, will you please show me you’re ID?'' he asked and looked at me suspiciously.
''Not a problem,'' I said and put my hand in my back pocket. It was empty. I looked in every pocket I had but it wasn't there. In a moment I remembered that I was beaten, almost died, ended up in a hospital, went straight to the university and then to Washington DC. I didn't really have the time to look for my wallet. It was probably in my apartment in New York.
"I must've forgotten my wallet at home,'' I replied.
"You'd forgotten your wallet,'' he repeated obviously amusing himself.
"And what are you doing here exactly at this time of night?'' Hmm, what was I to answer to that?
''My car broke down,'' I lied.
"Your car broke down?'' he repeated again. ''Where is your car?
Where did you leave it?''
"A few miles up that way," I said and pointed aimlessly up the road.
"Sir, I just came down from there. I saw no car.''
"I pushed it out of the road," I tried my luck again.
"How far was that?"
"I don't know. Maybe couple of miles back.''
"Did you hitch-hike your way here?''
"No, I walked,'' I said honestly.
"Sir, you've got to come to the station with me. I'm sorry but those are the rules. Hitchhiking is not allowed in this state. There aren't any stoppers here. Besides, we'll have to determine your identity. You don't have your ID on you.''
"But why? What have I done?" I asked confused.
"I don't know what you've done, sir. We'll have to determine that,'' he said as he walked out of his car and helped me inside it.
After a while we arrived in the police station. They asked for my name and took me into the interrogation room. They left me alone for a few minutes. Half an hour passed when the same policeman returned with what looked like his superior. A commander, at least. He was tall, strong and fair. He started questioning me.
"Mr. Nikolovski, will you please tell us what you were doing alone so late on the highway?'' he began.
"I've already told you.''
"We checked. There was no broken car close to the place where my colleague found you. Why don't you tell us the truth?'' he asked me again.
"The truth?"
"Yes, the truth."
"You can't handle the truth,'' I said quietly.
"We are here to decide that.''
"Yes, but you won't believe me."
"Try us ..."
"Okay,'' I said and breathed out. ''A car left me on the highway.''
"When?"
"About half an hour before your colleague picked me up."
"So, you were left there?"
"Yes."
"By whom?"
"An acquaintance."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know."
"How can you not know? What were you doing there? Where were you going?''
"Getting back to Washington DC."
"And this man left you just like that?'' he asked doubtfully.
"Yes."
"Where was this place? When you started out?"
"Someplace in the woods. I don't know where exactly."
"Do you know the name of that place by any chance?"
"No."
"And what did it look like?"
"It was a thick oak forest. There was a stream and a little bridge.''
"Hmm, that's pretty far from where we found you."
"Yes. They drove me back and left me on the highway where you found me,'' I said.
"Why were you there?"
"I was invited to attend."
"To attend what? What man is this? What's his name?''
"I don't know his real name. They call him Mr X.''
The officers looked at each other. ''Mr X? Who is this man?
What does he do?''
"I don't know. He told me that he was a member of the Illuminati.
A Grand Master, a 33rd level of Freemasonry,'' I said and looked at
"An Illuminati member? A Grand Master?'' they repeated.
"Yes."
"You've gotta be kidding me, Mr. Nikolovski. Mason?''
"And what exactly were you doing in that place? What happened there?"
"They performed a religious ritual."
"Are you crazy? What are you talking about? Freemasons, Illuminati? It's utter rubbish. They don't exist,'' the commander cried.
"Of course they exist. I was there. I witnessed their ritual,'' I said.
"What kind of a ritual? What were they doing there? "
"Summoning spirits, demons," I said calmly.
The officers laughed. "You are such a comedian, Mr. Nikolovski,"
the commander said.
"I told you won't believe me if I told you the truth. That's why I said my car had broken down. I wanted to avoid giving such answers.
I realize it's hard to believe what I've just said,'' I said quietly and looked at them.
"Hmm,'' murmured the commander. He looked me in the eyes and slapped me. "You obviously want to make a fool out of me.''
"No, I have no such intention."
"What do you do, Mr. Nikolovski?" he asked me.
"I am a researcher, teacher and a lecturer."
"And what is it that you research?"
"I research different kinds of phenomena, groups, organizations ...
All those who place lies and manipulate the public, just like the Illuminati and the Freemasons."
"Hmm, a conspiracy theorist?"
"People have called us that but personally I prefer the term truth seekers.''
"It that some kind of an organization?"
"Yeah, something like that. Similar to an NGO.''
"And you are the President of this organization?"
"I am the President but there are more who run and manage it,'' I said.
"Aha,'' he said skeptically. ''And what are you looking for here in this town?"
''The previous night I had a break in my apartment in New York, I was badly beaten and taken to the hospital. Later, I found out that those were some guys hired by the pharmaceutical corporations. Afterwards, my assistant and I came here with another university doctor. We thought we were safer here. Our lives were in danger,'' I answered him truthfully.
"But why were those people after you?" he asked.
''Because of the truth we are trying to tell through our lectures, media presentations, our newspapers and books. The food that we eat from the supermarket is harmful to our health. It contains various different additives and toxic substances which were genetically modified. It is hazardous to use and causes various chronic diseases, heart attacks, strokes and cancer. Almost all diseases are a product of the bad food we eat. Our job is to tell people the truth, to make them aware. We want to make people realize that organic food, fruit and vegetables is what actually makes us healthy. These powerful corporations only want to make a profit. They are beginning to be on the losing side of things because people become more and more aware by the day,'' I said.
"And what's that got to do with the pharmaceutical companies?"
the commander asked.
"These companies earn big money when people eat bad food high in additives, emulators, toxins, and chemicals. People start to have a weaker immune system and are more likely to get sick. And when they get sick they use the 'drugs' these companies make. These drugs are nothing more than another set of toxins which make people even sicker.
They do not cure, they weaken the body even more. So people become more and more dependent on drugs which eventually have no effect on
more. They create zombie people with no feelings and emotions and no health. Of course, there is big money at stake here. We teach people how to lead a healthy life, how to produce and how to use healthy food and diet. We teach them the advantages of alternative medicine which is contrary to what the pharmaceutical companies place on the market,'' I finished.
"Hmm, okay, Mr Nikolovski. Enough of that,'' he added and I knew he had something more on me. I could see it in his eyes. ''Tell me,'' he continued, ''how come you have been continually arrested in different countries?''
''Am I under arrest?'' I asked suspiciously.
''Relax, Mr Nikolovski. No one said anything about that. We are just having a conversation. Will you please answer my question.''
"Okay,'' I said and went through my hair with my hand. ''I have participated in many peaceful protests. The police have often arrested me for no apparent reason. It is every citizen's right to assembly or participates in peaceful protests. Those are disrespected exactly from people like you.''
"And what have you done?"
"I've done nothing. I've either participated in those protests or made a speech in front of other peaceful protesters. That's what they arrested me for,'' I said.
"Who did you protest against?'' he persisted.
"The Bilderberg Group, the Trilateral Commission, the leaders of G8 and G12 ..."
"So, you are a protester and an anarchist?" he concluded.
"Please, how on earth did you conclude that? I'm just a man fighting for his rights and for the rights of other people who do not have them and they should. I've done nothing more,'' I insisted.
"But you protest?" he repeated.
"I protest. That is my right but it makes no sense to call me an anarchist," I said.
"What country do you come from?"
"Macedonia."
"Macedonia? Where is that?"
"Europe, the Balkan Peninsula."
"Do you have a green card?"
"No, I do not."
"Do you have a visa?" he asked harshly.
"Yes, I come with visa," I answered.
"You have come with visa, but are you allowed to stay here in the US?"
"I am."
''We'll have to check this. Also, I'd ask you to give me your assistant's phone number. She needs to come here and attest you are the person whom you claim to be,'' the commander said.
Once I told them the number, the two officers went out of the room. I was left alone for another twenty minutes when they got back and told me that my assistant confirmed my story and they were sure I was telling the truth.
"Ah, great," I smiled.
"Unfortunately though, we'll have to keep you here until noon the next day which will give us enough time to determine whether you are a legal resident in the United States," the commander added with a glint in his eyes.
They led me out of the interrogation room and placed me in one of their prison cells.
IN PRISON
I was so tired that as soon as I entered the cell, I fell like a corpse on the bed and slept like a log. I was exhausted. Betrayed by friends, left alone in the lurch. They told me they would have to hold me until noon to let me go.
I woke up around 10 am. I was not sure if they'll release me or keep me still. They had certainly checked all there was to check about me.
I shared the cell with another inmate. He was a tall, big man.
There was a scar on the right cheek of his face.
"Hi, I'm Nick," I told him.
"Hi, Nick. I'm James," he introduced himself.
"How are you?"
"Good. You?"
"Well, I managed to grab a little sleep."
"Why are you here?" he asked me.
"I don't know. I was stopped at the highway and they booked me in,'' I said.
"You did nothing?''
"No, I just forgot my ID,'' I added.
"I see. They'll let you out soon enough.''
"I hope so," I smiled. ''And why are you here?''
"Ah,'' the man breathed out. ''That's a long story.''
"We have all the time in the world,'' I smiled. ''We are not in any hurry.''
"I was set up and imprisoned for illegal cultivation of crops on my farm."
"Marijuana, opium?"
"Ha, I knew you'd say that. People look at me, see a black man and immediately think I'm in the narcotics business,'' he smiled bitterly.
"Yeah, that's the first thing that crossed my mind,'' I said honestly.
"But no. I’m a farmer, I grew corn and cereals on my farm.''
"What's the problem then? They are legal, aren't they?'' I asked surprised.
"Yes, they are allowed," he said quietly. "They are allowed but the seed must be paid every year."
"You didn't pay?"
"Yeah, I paid it the year before and I produced that kind of corn.''
"Corn?"
"Yes."
"Genetically modified corn? The terminator gene?"
"Yes. That kind of corn," he added.
"How did you manage to plant the next year? Did you keep some of the seed?''
"No, I planted a different kind of corn, my corn. I knew I had to pay for the GM corn so I decided to grow my own,'' he said.
"But how did they catch you?''
"I was planted some genetically modified corn on my fields without my permission. Then they sent the officials and I got sued by the giant GMOs.''
"Is that what's been going on these days,'' I said even though I shouldn't have been surprised. People like that were ready to do anything.
"It's not just me. I saw on TV some other farmers framed as well. They closed their farms, bankrupted them and put them in jail'' he added.
"Did you go bankrupt?"
"Yes. I took a credit to increase my farm production. After this lawsuit, I was stripped of the whole production, the farm, and the house I own."
"But that was not enough, I assume."
"No,'' he said bitterly. ''The amount of money I was to pay for the lawsuit was enormous. Consequently, I could not repay the banks in the specified period of time and the interest grew more and more.
Finally, I went bankrupt and ended up in here.''
"That's awful what happened to you and to all the rest of the farmers out there who try to produce healthy, organic food. There's just no way out of it, is there?'' I said. ''They want us to buy all the food from the supermarkets which is not healthy and filled with genetically modified organisms. That food is dead food, it's damaging for the health of ordinary people. There are fewer and fewer people who produce healthy and organic food and place it on the market. Each state adopts rigorous laws that bans the production of healthy, organic food even only for domestic purposes. The jurisdiction of the local government is increased and they are allowed to regulate every food production in the country. We can't grow anything even in our own back yards. They fine us big money or put us in prison if we do.''
"Yes, I was required to buy their seed every year and to place on the market only those products grown by their seed. Organic production is nowhere to be placed,'' he said.
"They control us the way they see it fit and then go to extremes and tell the world we are the biggest democracy there is. They treat us like animals. The best way to rule a nation is to rule through food.
Who governs food has control over the people as well. "
"Unfortunately,'' James agreed with me. ''Look what happened to me and my search of justice. Are you from around here yourself?''.
''I've lived in the USA for a number of years but I'm not from around here. I'm from Macedonia, a small country in the south of Europe. I came here as a student because the economic situation was very bad in my country and it was hard to find work,'' I told him.
"What kept you here?"
"Money and work at the beginning. I worked multiple jobs and earned some good money. At one of those places I met my wife Kate.
After a year of fooling around we decided to get married. Nine months later we had our son Brandon,'' I said calmly.
"You have a wife and son. That's great,'' James smiled.
"It's been almost three years that I don't," I said in a small voice.
"What do you mean you don't? You just said you had a wife and a son,'' he looked at me confused.
"I had but not anymore,'' I looked at him. ''My little son Brandon died when he was only eleven months old. We couldn't celebrate his first birthday. After a while, Kate and I got a divorce, she moved to another city and we lost contact.''
"What happened to Brandon?"
"Brandon died from the multiple vaccines the system placed on him while he was still a small baby. He took more than ten vaccines during those ten months. They said they protected him from diseases.
Yeah, right,'' I said and went through my hair with my hand. ''He was a perfectly healthy boy to go in there and take them but went back home sick. He took the last vaccine very badly. Worse than the previous ones. He had a fever, the temperature went sky high, we could do nothing to put it under control. My wife and I decided to take him to the hospital and ask for some help. It was not meant to be. My baby boy died on the way there. He died in my wife's arms as she was holding him. The hospital only pronounced him dead.''
There was silence. After a little while James asked me again ''how did you know it was from the vaccines?''
''When the hospital told us they couldn't do anything for my son, I started screaming, yelling and smashing everything there was in the hallway. Before they called in the security a doctor passing by took pity on me, tried to calm me and dragged me into his office. There he showed me his research which confirmed that vaccines are harmful to
there. Substances like formaldehyde, mercury and aluminum, phenol, methanol, acetone, glycerin, antifreeze, MSG and many other toxins.
Then the organic remains from different kinds of animals: monkeys, cows, chickens, sheep, pigs, dogs and etc. They are all mixed with blood and the infectious animal viruses that cause cancer in human beings. Vaccines also contain aborted human fetus cells, mutated human viruses, bacteria, genetically modified organisms, DNA from other animals and so forth. They cause people to receive encephalitis, meningitis, several types of infections, allergies, colds, autism, blindness, deafness, paralysis, epilepsy, auto immune disease, organ damage, the chronic fatigue syndrome, as well as the weakening of the
Then the organic remains from different kinds of animals: monkeys, cows, chickens, sheep, pigs, dogs and etc. They are all mixed with blood and the infectious animal viruses that cause cancer in human beings. Vaccines also contain aborted human fetus cells, mutated human viruses, bacteria, genetically modified organisms, DNA from other animals and so forth. They cause people to receive encephalitis, meningitis, several types of infections, allergies, colds, autism, blindness, deafness, paralysis, epilepsy, auto immune disease, organ damage, the chronic fatigue syndrome, as well as the weakening of the