Your Children Are Being Prepared for the Elites to Be Slaves

April 29th, 2026, 9:05 pm

“How much of the truth do you want me to tell you?” 

She waited.

“I would rather not tell you everything I know,” I told her.

“How come?” she asked with much anticipation. 

“You know how you tell a story, and after you tell a person a crazy story, then you never talk to them again?” 

“Yeah,” she acknowledges. “That’s happened to me multiple times.” 

“I don’t want to make you skittish.”

“Skittish?”

“I’ve seen and heard things,” I told her. “That very few people would believe.” 

“What are you talking about?” she asked. 

“I’ve never told the full real plot of my life to anyone before,” I told her. 

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid,” I told her. “Because what I’ve seen is too crazy.” 

She paused, looking at me…sort of scared looking, like she might leave. 

I was sure I had too far…I had already told her too much. 

“I want to know,” she said. 

“But,” I told her. “After I’m done with this story, you might not ever talk to me.” 

“Is it interactive?” she asked me. 

I had almost forgotten about that part. 

“Yes,” I said. “But it’s kind of hard to believe,” I said. 

Her eyes got really big, sort of scared-looking.

Her her mouth was open; she looked almost too overwhelmingly beautiful, 

not Marilyn Monroe, but herself beautiful. 

Just the way she was…I felt entangled by her engagement. 

“When does the interactive part start?” she asked me. 

“We should probably order,” I said. 

“Can you even afford this meal?” she asked me, jokingly. 

I was confused by the question. 

“I just wanted to meet you,” she said. “I think every single word you’ve said is true,” she told me. “And I wanted to hear the rest in person, but it doesn’t have to be here,” she said. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Huh?”

“I’m not even hungry,” she said. “I wanted to see what you were like in person,” she told me. “I’m a believer.” 

“I’m a bit confused,” I told her.  

“I’ve read all your journals, Louis,” she said. 

“They’re public,” I told her. “Thank you for reading them.” 

“I believe who you are,” she said. “I want to follow you.” 

“Follow me?” 

“Yes, I want to be your follower.” 

“You must have me confused for someone else,” I said. “I”m a teacher, and I am not looking for followers.” 

“Then, what,” she said. “Are you looking for?” 

“For a group of people to help me demonstrate a new reality through a story.”

“What kind of story?” 

“One where we create,” I told her. 

“What do we create?” she asked me. 

“Stories,” I said. “Stories from the elders to create local economies.”

“How?”“We begin with Player 1’s parable of how he discovered how the public school system is secretly owned by a corporation of elites who are under-educate the population to exploit them.” 

“Is that true?”

“It’s reality,” I told her. “Verified,” I said. 

She backed away from me, “Is it true you’re descendent of a great Irish King and King David?” 

“It is,” I said. 

“Did you know there is a prophecy?” 

“I am aware,” I said. 

“That’s so interesting,” she said. “How you want to know ultimate reality.”