BOOK Hollywood and Vine First Edition 27 March 2015 - 8.5 X 11

Hollywood and Vine
by
Ronald Russell Farnham

Copyright © 2015 Ronald Russell Farnham
All rights reserved.
ISBN-10: 1508471231
ISBN-13: 978-1508471233
DEDICATION
Thank you to my Mother and Father for giving me life.
Thank you to the Creative Power of the Subconscious Mind.
Thank you to the love of my life for loving me unconditionally.
CONTENTS
Foreword - Movie Head BooksTM
The Beginning of your Movie-Head Experience
Hollywood and vine

About The Messiah & Kelly – Pg 1
South of the Hollywood Hill Pg 8
The Tortoise and the Hare Pg 11
The Chase Pg 16
Working the Plan Pg 22
Into the Fire Pg 28
Serendipitydoodah Pg 37
Power Play Pg 45
Trannys and a Gay Wedding Pg 56
Carnal Trinity, Kill the Iranians Pg 67
Saving the World Pg 76
About The Author Pg 84

“Based on an alternate Reality.”
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Hollywood and vine

“THE MESSIAH & KELLY”
In the world of Hollywood and Vine, Veronica Russell is “THE MESSIAH” because she possesses the
ability to understand and practically apply the creative power of the subconscious mind. She also has the
charisma to teach that information to her species and lead a sovereign transformation and shift of the
ideology of the humans of the world. Because of her ability to practically apply the understandings of the
divine, she was worthy of being called, “THE MESSIAH”, The Anointed One or The Bringer of the
Good News, or the Chief Architect that was discarded by the craftsmen. This new information sparked
the Armageddon; a change in mass-consciousness. She spread this news so that the Government
Corporations would no longer hold power over the citizens of the world of Hollywood and Vine. Her
book, the sequel to the Bible, caused all military and police to stand down because they realized that they
are human beings and they conclude that they are supporting a bloodthirsty, global tyrannical commercial
monopoly posing as a world dictatorship that is under the physical and psychological control of inter-
dimensional, inter-planetary, and intra-planetary shape-shifting beings, demons, and a group of greedy,
possessed, human puppets.
In Hollywood and Vine, through The Messiah’s understanding of the creative-power of the
subconscious mind, The Messiah teaches mankind through her book, The Second Coming of The
Messiah that human beings can instantaneously create any physical reality that they want; perform
miracles. They learn that their power is without limits. They can materialize, dematerialize and it is all
based on “Faith” or their Belief in physically manifesting by harnessing the creative-power of the
subconscious mind. She brings the citizens of the Earth the “sequel to the Bible”, where mankind learns
to harness the true power of creative visualization and absolute-belief/faith. The Messiah reveals that the
God-singularity is the One Subconscious Mind that utilizes the powerful law of faith/belief/attraction and
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sends forth unformed infinite light particles to be formed into apparent physical reality or a standing
waveform through the mind-conduit of sentient creatures throughout time and space at all vibration
rates/dimensions. It accomplished this through the Golden Ratio and geometric formations that proceed
forward by way of the innate quest for mathematical perfection.
The Messiah overcomes the suppressive nature of the World Government/Corporation in her attempt
to release the news to the world. For, with the release of the news to the world, the ideological shift
happens due to the mass understanding. The Department of Defense’s omnipresent intelligence agencies;
NSA, CIA, DIA, FBI, INTERPOL, The Mossad, Communism, MI5, The Monarch Mind Control
Program, HAARP, Military Police, FEMA, INFRAGUARD, the Council on Foreign Relations, the
Illuminati, the Vatican, the Jesuits, and the Tibetan Monks and other unseen beings are the gatekeepers
and enforcers. The underworld also perpetrates a multi-dimensional agenda to bring about their blending
with the surface world. The underworld wants the humans to blend into the raptured and ascended
dimension so that they can indoctrinate them into their Galactic Federation and build their forces that
hold power over the Earth through negative polarization. The blending and DNA awakening occurred
when the intelligent energy pulse that originated from the center of the Milky Way Galaxy reached the
Earth on 28 December 2012, knocking out a mysteriously formed third Van Allen belt.
In the alternate reality that is Hollywood and Vine as the magnetic poles shifted, the North Pole
continued to melt and relocate; the oceans began to slowly change the face of the Earth. Many coastal
cities submerged over the years. When the Sun became susceptible to becoming a Red Giant on
December 28th 2012, the magnetic core shifted and the overall intelligence of Mother Earth upgraded
from this signal sent from the center of the Milky Way galaxy, and the third Van Allen Belt was part of this
cycle. Suddenly the Billions of people on Earth become enlightened at the DNA level. Mankind became
mentally and psychologically prepared for the reclamation of their sovereignty. The Humans of Earth
instantly were prepared for The Messiah’s book to be released to the masses and reveal the unseen
dwellers; especially the demons, fourth dimension polarizing beings, and the ancient godlike entities who
created the Sumerian culture and have been manipulating the physical and subconscious path of the
Earthly humanoid in this reality and harmonic. These ancient light beings had taken energetic possession
of politicians, world leaders, entertainers, and the talisman of fiat currency upon which the monetary
system is based.
In the alternate reality in which the story of Hollywood and Vine takes place, the government
corporations are intentionally killing mankind worldwide to minimize the aftermath of the extreme earth
changes, wars, and revolution during the years from 1776 to 2025; poisoning mankind’s food with
Genetically Modified seeds, poisoning his water with fluoride, poisoning the air with aluminum chem-
trails, the atmosphere with radiation and highly carcinogenic electromagnetic energy, withholding cancer
cures, poisoning man’s minds with global corporate media programming/rhetoric that programs mankind
to consume mass amounts of processed foods and pharmaceuticals, enslaving mankind’s time via the fiat
monetary system that the Rothschilds’ private banks are selling for a profit plus interest to the Government
Corporations. Mankind is being systematically killed by corporations that are posing as governments and
are preparing for the reshaping of the planet under the Order of the New Word. Monarch mind-control
assets are being given codes to go on shooting sprees in order for the Governments to have a reason to
disarm the masses so that there will be little resistance when the Presidents, Dictators, and Monarchs of
the planet enact global Martial Law through NATO.
Those who ascend with The Messiah during the Rapture are those who fast and meditate [clear their
vibration] with The Messiah and sound the Harmonic that opens the Akashic records and raises
mankind’s vibration to a blended reality, which occurs by the activation of dormant DNA strands, thus
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raising humankind’s awareness and existence to a different level of awareness. Billions of HuMans
disappear from the 3rd dimension/density and a new world emerges before their eyes and in accordance
with their new vibration due to the activation of their previously dormant DNA. All of the rest, those who
do not clear their vibration, cleanse their vessel, and align their chakras with the harmonic, are left in the
3rd Dimension where The Messiah leads the people into a post-Rapture, Thousand Years of Peace by
collapsing the Global Military Industrial Complex, eradicating the Monetary System, exorcising the
Demons from Earth, and exposing the Extra Terrestrial Controlled Galactic Federation when she
convinces the entire planet of human beings to tear up their national I.D. cards and burn their currency.
In Hollywood and Vine, The Messiah knows that “The Powers-That-Be” - The World Government,
NATO, the Roman Catholic Church at the Vatican, The Jesuits, The Illuminati Light and Sun
Worshippers, The Knights Templar, the Council on Foreign Relations, the Reptilian Shapeshifters, the
Demonic Spirits called in through human ceremonies, and the Tibetan Kingdom know the secrets
revealed by The Messiah’s book, but they had kept the information close hold and they held power for
millions of millennia. The World Government is eons old, with members tracing their lineage far back in
time to distant planets, galaxies and dimension. They possess artifacts, libraries, documentation, and
technologies that surpass man’s current mind. In the world of Hollywood and Vine there are huge
underground bases throughout the oceans and continents of the world that are all connected by a vast
tunnel system. This Carnal-Feminine-THE MESSIAH also knows the truth about the Light, Reality,
Astral Travel, the seeding of the planet, and the secret of Time, wave forms, harmonic-consciousness, and
Psychological Operations.
When The Messiah arrives in Hollywood on a collision course with KELLY, the beautiful, twenty-
something, female, Russian double agent, she comes with the belief that based on the history of the
human species and up to that point, documented in the bible and many other historical archives, with the
proper nutrients and mental & physical lifestyle, humans can live forever; The Messiah provides mankind
with the information to do this, in her book, The Second Coming of The Messiah. She wrote, “Based on
the truth that life is an illusion created by the mind, you learn that you do not need to eat at all. You can
live forever and never eat or drink. You only need to learn to control your subconscious mind. And when
you can control your subconscious mind, you can control your apparent-Reality.”
In the alternate illusion of Hollywood and Vine, at this time in its human history, the Powers That Be,
the World “Government” Corporation kept power within the original families that ruled the surface of the
planet and the upper crust of Earth. The Messiah learned this over the course of her Intelligence Career
at the Pentagon and other major military commands where she handled Top Secret reports regarding the
true Geopolitical nature of the planet; a set of relationships that revealed that all “Governments”
Corporations are allies that have monopolized the Global Military Industrial Complex and the Monetary
System.
The Messiah learned and wrote that The World Government of her era was also an Anti-Christ or
Anti-Ideology. This Anti-Ideology opposed the shift in the way of life that resulted from The Messiah
preaching the truth to the people. This opposition was derived from those beings that fed off of the fear
vibration that was secreted as a result of the existence of the Monetary System and the Global Military
Industrial Complex.
With Joy as mankind’s ultimate goal, mankind creates a completely joyous human experience on a
global scale. However, the by-product of this shift in the eyes of the Anti-Ideology appears to threaten their
Corporate Monopolistic Global Stronghold by shutting off the food source that feeds the silent entities
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that operate from the shadows and within the souls of the leaders of the planet. In this story, that is from
what Kelly is running and against what The Messiah is battling.
In the world of Hollywood and Vine, part of the dramatic shift involves the eradication of the monetary
system. Subsequently the HuMan’s true primary function becomes to project a joyful vibration from the
self, to all others, and to all of reality. This altruistic behavior is easily found through the two-fold process
of both Kundalini and Heart Meditation and through the force of actualized, mental, Deliberate Creation.
Mankind learns to fear nothing and shift, thus leaving the bloodthirsty Reptilians and the Demons that
possess the planet with no fear vibration or blood upon which to feed; Aliens/ETs are more than just a
cover story.
As the HuMan vibration raises, the illusion of life becomes apparent and therefore, the World
Government and their demonic allies lose their secret dominance over HuMans. The Messiah illuminates
these truths and secrets to the world in the story, Hollywood and Vine.
She teaches mankind that they simply need to only Meditate and Deliberately Create with her and tear
up their national identification cards; disenrolling from the Global Military Industrial Complex and
collapsing the Monetary System.
The Messiah’s book reveals to mankind that like the Sun’s light, truth shines above all. Her book explains
how reality exists due to belief and that humankind can attain infinite life in this vibration. The Messiah
explains how Intelligence has manifested in countless ways for Eons and that Sentience [Father Time],
photons [Sun], and electromagnetism [Holy Ghost] combined for apparent physical-existence. Without
knowledge of self, there is nothingness. The impulse of creative intelligence vibrates from the nuclei of the
imaginary-physical. One might not know from where it originates and who or what drives it, but it is there;
and in the world of Hollywood and Vine The Messiah explains it to mankind in her sequel to the Bible.
The story of Hollywood and Vine is a story of the struggle that The Messiah faces during the approaching
Apocalypse; because the cataclysmic magnetic pole shift is happening too slowly, the Illuminati plan to put
the final stamp on World War III and blame it on the Iranians. The Illuminati who are mechanized by
the Council on Foreign Relations, the Vatican, the Jesuits, and the Tibetan forces want billions dead in a
global nuclear war to put an end to the Global War on Terror which is World War III. They want it to
happen before The Messiah’s book teaches humankind the ability to focus on one single thing - to
meditate and then deliberately create. The Messiah’s plan of Global Meditation helps humankind regain
the ability to control stillness-of-the-mind and then to visualize and control reality by harnessing emotion,
which big Pharma had been suppressing with psyche meds.
Throughout the plot of Hollywood and Vine the story reveals that the Apparent-Physical is an illusory
byproduct of thinking. Yet, once the physical manifests as a standing wave form, it runs in a perpetual
cycle, being created over and over again through the impulse of thought combined with subconscious
belief and driven by the Law of Attraction and sentient awareness connected to all standing wave forms in
one’s sphere of influence. That mindset is what drives each character in this story; it is the collision of
many spheres of influence.
In this story, The Messiah has gained control of the thought-impulse, which is partially determined by the
apparent-physical, and she can control her Subconscious mind and deliberate creativity. Her plan reveals
that, in the world of Hollywood and Vine, reality is controlled by Reptilian Shapeshifters and demonic,
interdimensional Beings who, for one thing, require nourishment through the control of all creative-
thought impulses and subconscious beliefs within that apparently-physical hallucination. Those beings use
the Rothschild family, the Council on Foreign Relations, the Global Military Industrial Complex, the
Talisman Monetary System, the Vatican, The Jesuits, and the Kingdom of Tibet as a tool to generate the
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secretion of their desired thought impulses. But good and not-good run hand in hand as do light and dark
and positive and negative polarization. Without one, the possibility for the other does not exist. Therefore
both always are. Both always have their perpetual balance between each other. The relationship never
ends – in that alternate physical illusion.
In the world of Hollywood and Vine, scientific officialdom is the cornerstone of Physical-Reality. Science
demands proof through repeatable experiments. If a scientist offers a non-conforming theory, then s/he is
ostracized such as how Dr. Arpad Pusztai was subsequent to his research into Genetically Modified [GM]
food safety. Dr. Pusztai told of his findings on the ill effects of GM foods. He was then gagged and
suspended by his institute, the Rowett Research Institute in Scotland. His research team was disbanded
and his research data was confiscated. If word spread about the truth of GM foods, then the demon-
controlled Monsanto Company would have been unable to poison mankind until the collapse of the
Global Military Industrial Complex and the eradication of the Monetary System.
In the Hollywood and Vine reality, Genetically Modified foods cause stunted growth, impaired immune
systems, bleeding stomachs, abnormal and potentially pre-cancerous cell growth in the intestines, impaired
blood cell development, misshaped cell structures in the liver, pancreas and testicles, altered gene
expression and cell metabolism, liver and kidney lesions, partially atrophied livers, inflamed kidneys, less
developed organs, reduced digestive enzymes, higher blood sugar, inflamed lung tissue, increased death
rates and higher offspring mortality; that is, if mankind believes GM foods do cause such maladies. The
showboating over the findings made the belief in humankind’s mind even stronger regarding the findings.
The placebo effect was used by the media rhetoric. The stronger the repercussions over the leaking of the
findings, the more the public believed that the findings were the truth. Once the masses believed that GM
foods caused such health problems the public at large started manifesting those symptoms. Everything in
reality is the placebo affect for as the first precept of Far East Buddhism states, “All things are first borne
in the mind.”
In that reality however, innate to mankind forgetting its infinite one-ness is “official” Science’s depiction of
the world as dis-associated segments. The methodology of science exemplifies this through specialized
compartmentalization. Quantum physics proves the outcome of experiments is affected by the scientist’s
beliefs, rendering useless their scientific dogmas. The same truth applies to man’s belief in reality.
The Messiah in this story observes that a coward will ask if it is safe, a politician will ask if it is expedient, a
vain person will ask if it is popular, and a sovereign will ask if it is true. The Messiah preaches sovereignty
and thus her journey through Hollywood and Vine leads to the release of her “sequel to the Bible” titled,
THE SECOND COMING OF THE MESSIAH Book I the Awakening.
TRANSFORMATION AND AWAKENING IN HOLLYWOOD AND VINE

A transformation and awakening of human consciousness is upon HuMankind. Minds and hearts are
opening to a truth that they all know but had been manipulated to forget. This Messiah exposes the
Global and Cosmic conspiracy of the World being manipulated by demons into a Global Fascist State.
HuMankind’s physical senses are being manipulated from other-dimensional controls. Their everyday
waking reality is just a dream that they haphazardly create. The Messiah opens the collective mind to the
HuMan plight and effects an amazing transformation, which brings HuMankind home to infinite
knowledge, wisdom, and understanding. This understanding is the key to HuMankind’s physical and
ethereal freedom.
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THE MESSIAH AND HER RUSSIAN SPECIAL AGENT, KELLY

Because of the Law of Attraction, these two beautiful women, THE MESSIAH and KELLY fall in love
mentally, spiritually, and physically in this story of The Messiah and the sovereign transformation and
salvation of HuMankind. There are some basic concepts one must understand about the universe in order
to get the most out of this small piece of apparently three-dimensional historical-fantasy.
You must understand the concepts behind the Law of Energy. Of course we can only speak of energy as
you know it at this given time and at these given coordinates in space and in this dimension of 3; the third
eye/dimension being the big screen of your mind/consciousness. There are countless universes and
countless galaxies and countless solar systems, and unfathomable dimensions; some governed by differing
predominant energy forces based on the sentient agreement of those beings in that environment. So we
can only delve into what you know and what makes sense and what is comprehensible to your fragile
human psyche, which in and of itself is an amazingly complex system of communication; most of which is
beyond your current realm of perception and understanding. So these laws of energy only apply in your
solar system, at your frequencies of thermal and sonic emission, for there are worlds around you, within
you, and a part of you that you cannot perceive, which do occupy the same space. Amazing, as it may
seem, any greater detail is impossible - like trying to teach a hamster how to use a smartphone. However,
once you’ve re-learned the basics you will regain your ability to see truths that are being hidden from you.
The Law of Gravity is the strongest force in nature and yet it is imaginary. This imaginary law is strongest
at the event horizon of a black hole. The Law of Attraction/Photon-Manipulation is also basic in nature
and omnipresent in your apparent reality. It is there in every movement and is a part of all things. The law
of Photon Manipulation survives by the principles of Observation and Photon Transmogrification, which
are unhindered by gravity because Gravity is a part of an imagined reality. Pervasive Photon movement
combined with Thought and Subconscious Belief create the sentient being’s Photon Transmogrification is
the driving force behind the Transmogrification of photons as it relates to one’s sphere of influence and
creates the imagined life as a by-product through the interaction of energies that are only apparently
playing against Gravity. The apparent-physical, which is really a standing waveform is what creates
interaction; how The Messiah and Kelly bonded was natural in the physical for them and is an example of
pure understanding and trust.
The Sun, a nucleosynthesistic ball of energy radiating the life program into all levels of your atomically
structured apparent-reality is the building block for existence within all solar systems. The Sun is the other
side and outlet of a black hole in from which intelligent photons pour from an alternate reality. The Sun is
the god of life in your solar system and for the entire life of your solar system and it is the other side of a
black hole into which a programmed reality pours. This is not religion it is a programmed reality. A great
energy and the laws of energy that rule it power the forces that bind the solar system together. However,
your entire reality is even more than you can understand.
One Law of Light behavior is The Law of Attraction which theorizes that all wave forms draw similar wave
forms to themselves. That which is like unto itself is drawn. This is the basic imaginary Law of Attraction.
It is believed that this law e/affects energy physically and extra-physically and is the chaotic-neutralizing and
order-building propulsion system for life; the seen and the unseen. It is believed that the universe obeys
this law and aligns itself with its signals. This is how The Messiah and Kelly believe that they crossed paths.
Their separate experiences were now on an unpredictable path toward each other – all based on their
predominant thoughts. Well there is no Law of Attraction. There is only infinite light that instantaneously
becomes the standing wave form of the observer’s creative mind. There is no attraction and then
movement. There is only belief that combines with photons, which then instantly take apparent form in an
imagined reality that is only apparently physical
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All things continuously and simultaneously send and receive signals. Even as the impulse of creative
energy emerges from the unseen dimension, it affects the whole. Incomprehensible forces lie just beyond
the touch of what you call the Physical, yet they drive it. This wave propagation emission and reception
creates a photon transmogrificated reality. Everything you experience is comprised of wave energy forms
that a/effect you consciously and subconsciously, causing a reaction and a vibration in you and causing you
to emit wave forms omni-directionally from all energy sources of your physical and extra-physical body;
every atom of your being. This is how you interact with your world, your sixty mile sphere of influence
and the photons that are entering it and transmogrifying. Deep? This is just the surface of the true hidden
reality.
In the world of Hollywood and Vine, The Messiah understands that mankind’s “Now”, mankind’s
“Reality”, mankind’s “World” is on the brink of extreme change as HuMankind believes it; that was why
she wrote the book. Catastrophe is on the way. HuMankind was told by several prophecies but the riddle
was indecipherable because the masses were psychologically captured by artificial wave propagation and
no longer thought for themselves and were thus being controlled mentally, physically, and vibrationally.
Each of HuMankind’s photon transmogrification codes was being controlled by forces outside of
themselves that penetrated each of their spheres of influence.
In Hollywood and Vine, one mechanism of the Illuminati’s photon controlling force is the Mass Media.
Mankind’s divinely given freedom has been systematically and purposefully removed. Yet, there is still
hope. There is a positively oriented carnal feminine, a being, a light of God and salvation that was born to
rise above the rhetoric and claim her God-given power to be used to assist in the salvation of an entire
species of intelligent creatures that will vanish from existence if she is kept from her mission. This is after
all, her life, borne in her mind; as your life is borne in your mind; as all things are first borne in the mind.
The possibilities are limitless. Sometimes a possibility remains the same at all levels of the existence of a
single moment in time. If a possibility involves the Solar System crossing the Galactic Plane and such a
possibility can be no other possibility, then in all realities, the Solar System will cross the Galactic Plane.
A photon is life at its purest and simplest state and all photons become standing wave forms and all waves
have a cycle. All life forms have cycles. Universes are life forms, galaxies are life forms, solar systems are
life forms, “Mother Earth” is a life form, HuMans are life forms. The HuMan is also a Universe. Every
part of every universe emits a signal that interacts with the entire universe because all things are connected.
As one emission point changes its signal, so changes the universe. The free will of thought can and does
change the universe. The capturing and controlling of thought also has a consequence on the universe and
on alternate universes.
Who captures and controls mankind’s thoughts in Hollywood and Vine? Mankind? Something or
someone else? Demons? Extra Terrestrial beings? Is mankind the one doing the thinking? Is mankind
real? One only hears one’s tree fall in one’s woods.
The Master Crystal Skull
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CHAPTER ONE
South of the Hollywood Hill
Sunset Boulevard is an iconic winding road that slices directly through the Heart of Hollywood from
the Pacific Coast Highway [PCH] at the Palisades, through Brentwood, UCLA, Beverly Hills, West
Hollywood, Little Armenia, Silver Lake, Echo Park, and finally ends where Chinatown begins. The
Whiskey a Go Go is one of the many landmarks that make Sunset Boulevard such a national treasure in
the minds of so many throughout the world.
“WeHo” is what the locals call West Hollywood; the most liberal city in the Land of Oz or L.A. The
letters L and A are a secret 6 in the Satanic world because L is the 12 th letter and A is the first letter and 12
+ 1 = 13. The number 13 is the 6th Prime number. The number 6 in the Satanic world is shaped like an
erect penis and testicles and thus represents the Man-beast. Two sixes represents the
GOVERN[control]MENT[mind]-beast. Three sixes represents Satan. Satanists profess Satan as their
Lord. But regardless of whether a person places their faith in Satan, Christ, God, Allah, or the
Subconscious mind, faith is faith and the desired outcome manifests via photon transmogrification just the
same if one has true faith, which is in fact, HYPNOSIS; Hypnosis is simply planting a belief in the
subconscious mind. And it is the subconscious mind that interacts directly with photons and causes the
photon Transmogrification. The photon Transmogrification is a direct reflection of the set of
subconscious beliefs and then within about a 60 mile radius of the chakra system of the sentient spirit that
is having an apparently-physical reality, the photons take form and shape.
Norma Triangle is a residential neighborhood in West Hollywood, California. It encompasses the area
bound by Doheny Drive and Beverly Hills on the west, Sunset Blvd and Holloway Drive on the north,
and Santa Monica Blvd on the south. The small district is carved into the shape of a right triangle. This is
a den of Satan. Homosexuals are rampant. Sodomy is part of the Homosexual lifestyle. Sodomy opens up
a channel for invasion by spirits into the HuMan vessel; in the Messiah’s imagined-world of Hollywood
and Vine at least.
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In her apparently-physical world of Satanism, things are secretly coded. The alphabet is thus divided
into two sets of 13 letters. A-M equals 1-13 and N-Z equals 1-13. So a street like Doheny Drive can be
seen as code for 666 or their Lord Satan.
D–4+O–2=6
H – 8 + E – 5 = 13 [13 is a secret six, as 13 is the 6th Prime number]
N – 1 + Y – 12 = 13 [another secret six]
The neighborhood is walkable and upscale with cafes and restaurants, shopping, nightclubs, parks, and
bars in close proximity. Norma Triangle includes a small portion of the Sunset Strip and a large portion of
"Boys' Town" a popular gay district on Santa Monica Blvd. It is also home to the Ticketmaster corporate
headquarters, the largest employer in West Hollywood. One may consider Norma Triangle a portal for
demonic possession in Hollywoodland.
If you stand on the rooftop of the world-famous London Hotel on San Vicente Boulevard in West
Hollywood and then look out toward Sunset Boulevard, you will see The World Famous Whiskey A Go
Go. A quiet building that sits on the corner of Sunset Boulevard and N Clark Street. Although the stoic
building seems quiet on the outside, the Go Go Dancers are inside swinging their scantily clad, heavily
tattooed and pierced bodies to musical artists throwing their flames all over the stage in three- and five-
song bursts; letting it all pour out in the legendary club where all the greats have played.
Each moment the clock ticked, the Legend of the Whiskey grew older and stronger. The clock was
ticking for everything; ticking down to the climax and conclusion of the War to end all wars - “The
Apocalypse”; World War Three. The GWOT [Global War on Terror] was World War III, which gave
the United States Government Corporation the self-inflicted opinion that it could begin writing Laws at an
alarming pace that were designed to reduce the freedoms and sovereignty of every human, animal, plant,
and Mother Earth him/her Yin Yang self.
An all-out global nuclear war was set to start in just three days and almost nobody could stop it …
almost nobody.
It was five p.m. on Friday the 13th of March, 2015. The warm California Solar rays had past the hottest
time of the day on Sunset Boulevard. From the front door of the Whiskey a Go Go looking from East to
West, the Sun hung over the Western sky. People walked along the Sunset strip and the rush hour traffic
jammed with cars, taxis, and busses, made its way up the hill and around the slight bend to Clark and San
Vicente.
A 65 year old, dark, Afro-American man walked up the sidewalk pushing a shopping cart. Plastic Bags
filled with cans and plastic bottles hung from the sides of his house on wheels. He stopped in front of the
Whiskey a Go Go entrance and picked up the pile of strewn newspapers, put them in his shopping cart,
and then caught sight of a dirty, foot-traffic-flattened, half-smoked cigarette on the ground. The Afro-
American slowly bent over and picked it up. His filthy hands reached into his pocket and pulled out a
dirty, old, book of matches. He lit and began smoking the second hand cigarette and shuffled away
pushing his cart.
The door to the Whisky a Go Go opened and loud music poured out onto the street. A male, Casey
Karma 39 years old, medium build, hunched, tanned, tattooed, pierced, white, drunk, and from Detroit,
exited the Whiskey and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The door closed and the bar music faded. Casey
staggered and pulled a marijuana pipe from his shorts along with a lighter. He pulled marijuana from a pill
bottle in his jacket pocket and put it in the pipe. He lit the pipe, took a deep drag, looked at the ground,
pulled a cellphone from his pocket, looked at the cellphone, and swayed in an inebriated haze. Without
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looking around, Casey Karma stepped forward into the path of a 45 year young male Jogger. The Jogger
collided with the Casey Karma, spinning Casey around and knocking him to the ground.
JOGGER: Jesus Christ!

CASEY KARMA: Sorry!
Casey staggered to his feet.
JOGGER (jogging in place): Leave your cellphone at home and only check it at night, when you get home.
I started doing that a year ago. It changed my life.
The Jogger threw a hard surprise right hand and smacked Casey really hard across the mouth and then the
Jogger sprinted off. Casey spun around and fell down, holding his face in his hands.
CASEY KARMA: Ow! Shit! God dammit!
Casey bolted to his feet and staggered in place.
CASEY KARMA [slurring]: You son of a bitch!
The Jogger sprinted out of sight, down Sunset Boulevard, passed Coney Dog, and away toward Larrabee
St.
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CHAPTER TWO
The Tortoise and the Hare
TERRORIST SAFE HOUSE - LAUREL CANYON BLVD
At the same time, in “The Valley” on the north/other side of the Hollywood Hill in the southeast corner
of Studio City, at the northeast corner of Laurel Canyon Blvd. and Fryman Canyon road, sat a two-story,
white house with white pillars and a green hedge out front. That house was owned by the Illuminati
through its Intelligence organizations. It was a house of Baal and the All Seeing Eye was in a frame above
the door.
Cars zipped past the house as they rounded the curve at Fryman Park and sped up the hill toward
Mulholland Dr. The mountains and trees blocked the sun from beating down too strongly on the historic
domicile of power. The curtains in the window of the front of the house hung still.
Suddenly, super spy, Monarch Mind Control slave, and Foreign Intelligence Special Operations Soldier,
KELLY FOX, a 23 year old Russian, brunette, female, with a long face, sharp chin and intense-eyes, was
thrown into the window that faces the street.
In the living room of the safe house the IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER who had just thrown
KELLY into the window stared menacingly at her. She was being too aggressive with her attempt to give
the terrorist a going-away blow job. The blinds clicked against the window behind Kelly as she leaned
forward a pace in front of the swaying plastic strips; her chin down, glaring at the Iranian Bomb Maker as
her alter as a lethal warrior emerged to the forefront of her conscious mind.
KELLY [calmly]: Where is the other wedding planner?
Kelly slowly stepped toward the Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker.
KELLY [yelling]: Where is he?
Kelly punched the hunching 40 year old, Iranian, male, bomb engineer in the mouth and teeth, busting
his lips. This guy was not a trained fighter, and was not in good shape. All of his life he had trained as an
engineer and an electrician. He was mushy and wore dark, thick glasses. His brown Khakis hung loose
around his waist and his shiny blue and yellow striped and stained polo shirt revealed small man-breasts
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and a fat, thick, belly button.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Liar!

KELLY: I want to make love to both parties so that I can tell the groomsmen on their final bachelor
evening that the wedding planners have made the ball room ready.
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker threw a left hook; Kelly ducked it, assumed a boxers stance, and
threw a left uppercut that connected solidly on the chin of the Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER [like a little girl]: Ah!
He staggered backward after the sound of his teeth made a loud click, cracking his back right molar, and
ejecting his top front tooth out of his mouth, bouncing off of Kelly’s shoulder and onto the floor.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ow! Olhhhhhhhh! Ssssss!
Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker put his hand over his mouth and staggered around and stomped his feet in
pain.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Oooh! Ow!!! Ahhh! Shit! Ahhh! Fuck! My teeth! Ahh fuck!
Ahhh! God dammit! Allah! You are a liar. Oh my teeth! Jesus Christ!!! Allah!! Only virgins come to the
groomsmen. You are not a Virgin! Traitor! Who are you working for?! God dammit my fucking teeth!
Ahh!
While holding his right hand over his damaged mouth, the Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker threw a weak
left jab that missed Kelly.
Kelly launched a powerful left hook into the Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker’s right cheek, fracturing the
lover half of his eye socket and knocking his top right incisor right down his throat and into his lung as he
inhaled in pain. He fell backward, grabbing his face and chest and struggled to cough up the tooth now
trapped in his lung.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER [wheezing]: Ahhh!!!!! Ow!! [coughing] God Dammit!!
[coughing] Fucking shit!!! [coughing] Liar bitch!!!
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker coughed as hard as he could and ejected the tooth from his lungs.
The tooth landed quietly on the carpet upon which he and Kelly stood.
KELLY: The Mosque sent me. That's part of the deal. Fuck you if you don't believe me. I want to make
love to the Wedding Planner and the Groomsmen. Please!
Kelly dove at the Iranian Terrorist Bomb-Maker and knocked him to the ground. Kelly landed on top of
him and grabbed him hard by the balls.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhh!!!!!

KELLY: Where are they! Where are they!
Kelly pounded him in the chest, stood, put a foot on each of his biceps and then bent at the waist with her
legs straight and grabbed him by the throat with both hands.
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HOLLYWOOD AND VINE
KELLY: Where are they?
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker began to lose consciousness from being choked. Kelly strengthened
her grip around his throat, pressing down.
KELLY [calmly whispered]: Where are they?
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker, fearing for his life, knowing that Kelly was in total control and that
killing him was truly now her decision, started to confess.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: The … … Vibe.
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker tried to bend his arms but couldn’t because Kelly was standing on
them. She loosened her grip on his throat.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: The Vibe Hotel, on Hollywood Boulevard, south of Vine.
Kelly clamped down hard on his throat. The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker’s eyes bulged and his face
started to turn purple.
KELLY: And where is the wedding being held? Where!?

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER [gasping for air]: Underneath the Metro Line; at Hollywood
and Vine.
Kelly increased the pressure on his throat and choked him until he passed out, dead.
BACK AT THE WHISKEY A GO GO

A long line of rush-hour-cars slowly made their stop-and-go way up Sunset Blvd. The Number 2 Bus
pulled up to the Corner of Sunset Blvd. and N. Clark Street on the south side of the street facing the
Whiskey. A few passengers got off and a few got on. The drunk and high Casey Karma hobbled in front
of the Whiskey, put his phone in his pocket, staggered to the door of the famous bar, opened it, and
entered.
Once inside the Whiskey Casey Karma had to make a big deal out of just getting smacked in the face and
he marched right over to the bar underneath the stairs and directly across from the stage.
CASEY KARMA: Shit! This is bullshit!
Casey Karma walked past The Messiah, Female, half Cambodian and half Chinese, with big brown eyes, a
square jaw, a pretty face, 30 something, professional, wearing tight red pants, a blue, suit jacket, and a real
sweet derby on her long, dark brown hair.
Casey Karma grabbed his drink off of the bar, sat at the booth next to it, and took out his cell phone …
again. The Messiah, with two books in front of her, sat at the bar and talked in earshot of the Bartender, a
24 year old pretty, petite, blond female with a nose ring and tattoos on her neck, arms, stomach, lower
back, and other places. Two writer’s Agents from Creative Artists Agency [CAA] stood facing her and
listening to her pitch her movie to them for representation to the studios.
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THE MESSIAH: If you do not have title to your human vessel by possessing your Certificate of Live
Birth, then you can be arrested because you do not have the title to your body.
The Bartender nodded with cynical interest.
BARTENDER: So your book and movie teaches mankind to regain total sovereignty from the Global
Military Industrial Complex?
The Messiah nodded and took a sip of her Michelada. The CAA agents looked at each other.
THE MESSIAH: Exactly. Nine Eleven and the invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq were planned long in
advance. Bush and Blair preplanned control of the Gulf region using Saddam Hussein as the excuse. Dick
Cheney formed the group that planned the strategy for the takeover. The group included Donald
Rumsfeld, Paul Wolfowitz, Colin Powell, and Lewis Libby. The demons that possess them planned to
shape the World in their Desired-Image and preclude the rise of any global rival. Their demonic inspired
document, Rebuilding America's Defenses: Strategies, Forces, and Resources for a New Century, was the
blueprint for Illuminati-Global-Domination. And Saddam fake-attempted to come off of the Petrol-dollar,
which Rockefeller and his Federal Reserve Bank would not publicly allow. They are all following Albert
Pike’s, demonically channeled, three-world-wars strategy to the New World Order. It’s a scripted and
broadcasted, political, reality-soap opera designed to control HuMan Resources.
MEANWHILE @ THE TERRORIST SAFE HOUSE

Kelly exited the front door of the safe house and left it open behind her. After a moment, the Iranian
Terrorist Bomb Maker came to life and gasped for air. He flipped over onto his stomach and staggered to
his feet, holding his throat and coughing. His left eye was nearly swollen shut and he looked like he just
got the beat down from an MMA fighter. He took three steps toward the door and stood in the door
frame. He swayed back and forth on the wood transition and watched Kelly running away in the distance
toward the gated green hedge. He moved one hand to his balls and groaned in pain. He spit blood onto
the ground in front of him and then leaped off of the front step and began to run after her.
Kelly ran away from the safe house, hopped the eight foot hedge, stepped onto the sidewalk, trotted to the
street light that was 35 feet to her north on Laurel Canyon Blvd, pushed the walk button, waited for it to
turn to walk, trotted across Laurel Canyon Blvd., and entered Fryman Canyon Park. As she entered the
park, the Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker landed in the grass on the street side of the hedge. He saw Kelly
running into the park and he quickly darted across the street just as the walk-timer reached zero.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER (screaming): I'll kill you!
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker ran after Kelly, holding his stomach and balls. Kelly stopped at the
yellow auto gate that is at the foot of the Fryman Park walking path, turned, and looked at the Iranian
Terrorist Bomb Maker running after her. She shook her head and yelled at him.
KELLY: You're going to die today!
He stopped and caught his breath and glared at her for a moment.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: I'm not going to die!
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HOLLYWOOD AND VINE
Kelly turned and ran off, around a slightly bending right curve, up the hill, away from the valley, and
toward Hollywood. The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker started his long and painful chase after her.
WHISKY A GO GO BAR
BARTENDER: Really? The Civil War was fought over the Revolutionary War Debt and not Slavery?
THE MESSIAH: Yes. Doesn't anyone know that we are all trapped under Admiralty law? Do you think
anyone who is not a lawyer understands the truth about the law? My book teaches the humans of Earth
how to retake complete control of their land, property, and human vessel. Your body is a vessel that
houses your soul. Admiralty law is the law that governs the movement of vessels.
The Bartender looked at The Messiah and tilted her head as a dog does when you make a funny sound.
THE MESSIAH: I gave up my whole life to come to Hollywood and make this book and the movie
based on it, become a reality. If I don't make this happen, then the human race will die.
BARTENDER (cynically): Oh really?
THE MESSIAH: Can I ask you a question?
BARTENDER: Okay?
THE MESSIAH: Do you control your life? Do you know the truth? Do you want to experience change
and grow into a life of freedom?
The Messiah placed her hand on the books and looked at the two CAA Agents.
THE MESSIAH: Those who do not read this book shall experience an alternate reality.
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CHAPTER THREE
The Chase
FRYMAN CANYON TRAIL ASCENT
The temperature on the Hollywood Hill was growing cooler as Kelly ran up the steep hill on Fryman
Canyon Trail. The 46 year-old Iranian Terrorist Bomb-Maker trotted along, 50 yards behind her, panting
heavily, since this was the first running he had done since he was an uncoordinated, desert-child. The
Iranian Terrorist Bomb-Maker stopped, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed it.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: (Screamed in Farsi into cell phone): Jamal! She is a traitor!
She is going to the wedding hall! Hurry there! Where are you?
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker put his cell phone in his pants pocket and continued to run after
Kelly, who had settled into a rhythmic jogger’s pace as she steadily climbed the sandy, uneven, hill.
Walkers, joggers, and pets peppered the path.
WHISKY A GO GO BAR
A few people like Little Susie Home-Maker, Phil DaBasket, and Ben Dover were gathered around The
Messiah as she preached to them about human sovereignty.
THE MESSIAH: Precisely. If everyone on the planet dis-enrolls from their government corporation, then
all accounts will close and the monetary system will evaporate because there will be no accounts remaining
through which to process the fiat currency system in which we are all enslaved. Subsequently the United
States Corporation and all Corporations that are posing as Governments will go out of business because
they will have no more employees.
JOE BLOW FROM IDAHO [or is it UDAHO?]: Hell! I'll buy your god damn mother fucking book.
Fuck the United States Government Corporation. Those dirty bastards.
THE THAI-WIFE OF JOE BLOW [heavy Thai accent]: Poor bastards.
FRYMAN CANYON TRAIL STEPS

Just as you get over the top of Fryman Canyon there are steps that lead you down a little bit of a slope over
the top. It is a narrow spot on the mountain and if you don’t carefully navigate the steps and terrain it is
possible to fall over the edge a few hundred feet down into the trees and woods below, to your possible
death. Kelly jumped down the last few of the steps, slid toward the cliff, and barely stayed on her feet and
out of the valley below. She stopped for a moment and looked back up the stairs for about 30 seconds.
The IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB-MAKER finally reached the top of the steps that Kelly could see
from her vantage point. Kelly turned and ran away, out of his sight.
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HOLLYWOOD AND VINE
After two long minutes of silence, the erratic sound of pounding feet thumping hard into the steps echoed
over the tip of the narrow mountain top and down the sharp narrow angle as the Iranian Terrorist Bomb-
Maker navigated the final few steps that Kelly had recently descended. He jumped the last few steps,
landed, and his ankle turned all the way over making a loud pop, snap, and cracking sound; actually a
slight fracture and a severe, ligament-tearing sprain. He was totally screwed and would never walk the same
again during the rest of what remained of his short ass life. He fell to the ground, slid to the edge of the
mountain and dug his hands into the ground to keep from going off of the mountain path and falling down
into the trees at the bottom of the 150 foot slope off of the side of the Hollywood Hill. In doing so he
ripped off two finger nails and tore a hole into the palm of each hand. Extreme pain began to resonate in
his destroyed ankle.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhhh! Ooooh! Allah!
He writhed around on the ground in severe ankle pain. Holding his ankle, he rocked bath and forth in
pain in a Peter Griffin moment.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ssssss. Aaahhhhh! Sssssss! Aaaaaahhhhh! Ssssss! Aaaahhhh!
Ssssss! Aaaahhhh! Ssssss! Aaaahhhh!
He slowly stood up, holding his ankle, hopping up and down on one foot.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ow. Oooh. Ahhh.
He stood fully upright and could barely put weight on his foot. He slowly allowed more of his body’s
weight to bear down onto it, but it hurt too badly and he picked up his foot and limped in a circle.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhh!!!
He slowly hopped away on one foot.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER (screaming): I'll kill you! Ahhh! Bitch! I'll kill you!!! Ahhh!
SUNSET BLVD AND THE WHISKY A GO GO

The front door of the Whiskey opened and loud music erupted onto the sidewalk. The Messiah exited
the Whisky A Go Go with a Michelada in one hand and two of her books in the other. She gulped down
the rest of the Michelada, turned and threw the Michelada glass at the door of the Whisky A Go Go; it
shattered.
She laughed and staggered just a little bit, not drunk; a little buzzed. She looked at the books in her hand,
and smiled at the cover she so craftily designed - The Second Coming of The Messiah, Book I, the
Awakening. On the cover, the Illuminati Pyramid with the Capstone and All-seeing-Eye of Ra, the blood-
money-red-dollar-sign, the alien head, the words, Rapture, Armageddon, and Apocalypse jumped out.
She looked up from the books and across the street at the white-lit walk-person figure on the crosswalk
sign on the north east corner of Sunset Blvd. and Clark St. She diagonally crossed Sunset Boulevard to
AAHS gift shop on the corner of Sunset and San Vicente Boulevard this caused a few cars to stop short
and honk their horns, and whistle in delight.
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AAHS GIFTSHOP
SUNSET BLVD AND N. SAN VICENTE BLVD
The Messiah entered AAH's gift shop, walked to the counter and smiled brightly and lovingly at the
AAHS Cashier; female, 20s, brown hair, big brown eyes, and a petite frame.
AAHS CASHIER: Hello. How are you?
The Messiah handed one of her books to the AAHS CASHIER.
THE MESSIAH: Wonderful! Here is the copy of my book for the purchasing manager. Can you tell him
that a case of one hundred copies will arrive Monday?
The AAHS Cashier looked at the book and her eyes widened with joy.
AAHS CASHIER: Coooool!
The AAHS Cashier looked at the cover of the book, The Second Coming of The Messiah Book I the
Awakening.
AAHS CASHIER: My dad owns this place. He told me you were bringing this in.
The AAHS Cashier looked into The Messiah’s eyes and held eye contact.
AAHS CASHIER: He's real excited to read it. I'm gonna read it too. It's truly time for a real change.
THE MESSIAH: Thank you. I'm so excited. Because … can you see that the book itself causes a
transformation in the reader?
AAHS CASHIER (Rubbing the cover of the book): Yeah! It's inevitable. I can feel it.
THE MESSIAH: Do you think that it can save the human race?
The AAHS Cashier smiled and nodded at The Messiah.
AAHS CASHIER: I believe.

THE MESSIAH: All things are first born in the mind.
FRYMAN CANYON TRAIL BELOW THE PLATEAU

KELLY sprinted along Fryman Canyon Trail below the plateau and then detoured onto a trail that led
back out to Laurel Canyon Boulevard. She emerged from the trail and stepped out onto the sidewalk of
Laurel Canyon Boulevard just as the 218 bus breezed past her. She stopped and looked over her shoulder
back up into the trail. She waited a moment. The Iranian Terrorist Bomb-Maker appeared in the far
distance three quarters of a mile back up the inclining trail; moving slowly, limping, and grimacing in pain.
He stopped, fell down on his knees and bloody hands, and rubbed his ankle. Kelly smiled, shook her
head, and whispered to herself.
KELLY: Poor bastard.
She trotted away down Laurel Canyon Blvd.
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HOLLYWOOD AND VINE
THE VIPER ROOM SUNSET BLVD

The Messiah, book in hand, walked a half block from AAHS Gift shop to the Viper Room. She stood
and stared at the Viper Room’s simple marquee and visualized the long list of bands that have played
there. Even tragedy had struck the very spot on the sidewalk where she stood. She thought about how
famous musicians come and go through those doors on a regular basis. She looked at the spot on the
sidewalk where River Phoenix died in Monarch mind control ceremony-like fashion; just how the
Illuminati-Satanists plan it so that they capture the soul of the initiate as it leaves the body. She slowly
turned eastward, walked past the Viper Room, and continued strolling east, along Sunset Boulevard.
LAUREL CANYON BOULEVARD

HOLLYWOOD HILL PLATEAU
Kelly trotted to a plateau on laurel Canyon Boulevard that overlooks Hollywood Boulevard and Sunset
Boulevard. She stopped and looked in the distance at the Tower on Sunset and Vine. She looked over
her shoulder, stood quiet and still, and stared off in the distant-direction where she expected the Iranian
Terrorist Bomb-Maker to appear. After 30 seconds nobody appeared. She smiled. In the distance the
Hollywood Sign was just visible over her shoulder as she started a quick walk that turned into a jog as she
ran down the hill toward Hollywood Boulevard.
MEL’S DINER SUNSET BLVD

The Messiah walked past Mel’s Diner on Sunset Boulevard and Sunset Plaza Drive, holding her book in
her hand. She stopped and looked at Mel's Diner. The cover of The Second Coming of the Messiah,
Book I, The Awakening, glistened in the warm, late, western sun. The sun reflected off of the alien’s eyes
in the top right corner of the book. As she stepped into the shade created by the large Mel’s Diner sign,
the temperature dropped 15 degrees. She looked at Mel's Diner for a moment and then shivered, turned
east, and continued walking down Sunset Boulevard toward Highland Avenue.

HOLLYWOOD DESCENT
Kelly jogged downhill on Laurel Canyon toward Hollywood Boulevard. She stopped and darted behind a
bush on the hillside and hid. She looked back up the hill through the branches to see if anyone was
following her; and not just the Iranian; she was not only running from him. In the far distance she saw
nothing. The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker had fallen back two miles; he was moving slowly, hobbling,
exhausted, in terrible pain, hopping on one leg and limping. After a few moments, Kelly jogged away, she
knew that she wasn’t really escaping; she was just delaying the inevitable.
THE COMEDY STORE

SUNSET BOULEVARD
The Messiah walked past The Comedy Store on Sunset Boulevard and Olive drive. She stopped and
looked at the Marquee.
MARQUEE: “Dom Irrera Performing Tonight.”

Kelly sprinted down Laurel Canyon Boulevard and around the curve just after Kirkwood drive. She
stopped and looked over her shoulder back up the boulevard, saw no sign of anyone, and then sprinted
away. She ran down the street, around the bend, and toward Hollywood Boulevard.
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THE LAUGH FACTORY

SUNSET BOULEVARD
The Messiah continued walking east, down Sunset Boulevard, preparing in her mind the presentation she
was about to deliver. The Messiah crossed Laurel Canyon Boulevard and approached the Laugh Factory.
She stopped at the crosswalk and read the Laugh Factory Marquee.
MARQUEE: Doug Stanhope headlining; ‘Before Putting a Gun to My Head, tour.’
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD AND LAUREL CANYON BOULEVARD

Kelly trotted the downhill slope, running south with traffic on the west side of the road. As she
approached Mt. Olympus drive the Star Tours Double Decker bus breezed by her. She quickly looked
back over her left shoulder and then cut off a car that honked at her as it drove by. She darted to the other
side of Laurel Canyon and ran across oncoming traffic, onto the shoulder of the road and ran at full stride
as she passed Mt. Olympus Drive. Kelly picked up speed, sprinted passed Fareholm Dr., and then turned
it off slowing to a cool down jog as she approached the corner of Laurel Canyon Blvd. and Hollywood
Blvd. She slowed to a trot and then stopped at the corner and looked behind her and saw no sign of the
gimpy Iranian. She stared back up Laurel Canyon and then turned and looked at the Hollywood
Boulevard street sign. Another sign read "Vine" with an arrow pointing to her left [east]. She took off
running in the direction of the arrow, around the bend, passed W. Hiller Pl., along Hollywood Boulevard,
and toward Vine.
SAMUEL FRENCH BOOKSTORE

SUNSET BOULEVARD
The Messiah stood in front of the Samuel French Bookstore looking up at the sign of the famous
bookstore. She looked at the book in her hands, The Second Coming of The Messiah Book I, the
Awakening.
THE MESSIAH (To the book): This is where you belong. They take you here, they’ll take you anywhere.
It's up to you. New York…New York.
She entered the Samuel French book store from the back parking lot because of storefront construction.
With her book in her hand she went inside the historic bookstore where shelves lined every bit of space.
A huge service desk jutted out from the left near the entryway. The Messiah looked at the counter of the
service desk and walked over to it.
HOLLYWOOD BED AND BREAKFAST

HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
Kelly briskly walked passed Fairfax and approached the Hollywood Bed and Breakfast on Hollywood
Boulevard and N Orange Grove Avenue. She looked back over her shoulder as she walked. She began to
backpedal while she was looking but nobody appeared. She turned and continued jogging east on
Hollywood Boulevard.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Working the Plan
SUNSET BLVD
The SAMUEL FRENCH CLERK sat behind the counter holding the book, The Second Coming of The
Messiah, Book I, the Awakening. The 50 year old male had a sharp nose and short, thick brown hair. He
stared at the cover of the book. The Messiah stood at the counter, smiling but with a vibration of serious
intent billowing from her being.
SAMUEL FRENCH CLERK: The Awakening?

THE MESSIAH: The Second Coming of The Messiah, Book I, the Awakening. It's the sequel to the
Bible.
The Samuel French Clerk looked at The Messiah, raised his eyebrows, tilted his head down and made
full eye contact with her over the top of his black-framed reading glasses.
SAMUEL FRENCH CLERK (cynically): Who are you; The Messiah?

THE MESSIAH: Do you think anyone else could have written that?
The Samuel French Clerk stared at The Messiah for a moment.
THE MESSIAH: Official history has been changed to hide the fact that the World has been controlled by
the same interbreeding, demonically-controlled tribe for millions of years. The major religions have inner
and outer levels of knowledge. The inner level carries the secrets going back to the ancient mystery
schools of Sumer, Babylon, and Egypt. The secrets of the DNA, the DodecaHedron, the One geometric
shape at the center from which all things emanate. The Law of One, the fluid nature of the uni-verse; this
is all taught only to the Chosen-Few who are initiated into this awareness. The outer level is where the
secrets are coded, allegorical, and sold with a deity, to you, as the Truth. New Testament stories are based
on initiation ceremonies, esoteric secrets, astrology, and Sun worship. They are presented as literal to fool
you.
The Samuel French clerk stared at The Messiah and tilted his head to the side. He looked back at the
book and opened the book to the Contents page.
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SAMUEL FRENCH CLERK: Interesting. (reading out loud to himself) The Forty Books of the
Awakening. Hm.
THE MESSIAH: Once you open it, you can't put it down. By the time you are finished reading it, you
have been transformed.
GRAUMANS CHINESE THEATRE

HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
Kelly stood in front of Grauman's Chinese Theatre near the sidewalk, among men and women dressed as
superheroes taking pictures with tourists for money. She briskly walked through the crowd and toward the
historic theatre’s front doors. She banked off to the left and hid behind the entrance-right Lion Statue that
sits outside of the theatre entrance, looking for someone in the crowd of people on the street.
CONSPIRATOR 1, 20's, female, Puerto Rican with some Caucasian mixed in, light brown hazel eyes, big
hair, large breasts, a tiny waist, and perfect ass, walked down Hollywood Boulevard; passed MADAME
TUSSAUDS HOLLYWOOD. She stopped in front of Grauman’s and looked around. She looked at the
statue behind which Kelly was hiding. Conspirator 1 stared for a long moment, almost looking through
Kelly. She looked away and then continued walking toward the DOLBY THEATRE. Conspirator 1
spoke into a wireless, neck-strap Blue-Tooth.
CONSPIRATOR 1: I'm outside of Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Nothing.
Kelly watched Conspirator 1 walk away east toward the Hard Rock Café and Highland Avenue.
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
AND LAUREL CANYON BOULEVARD
The Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker came hopping to the corner on one leg; his broken leg was swollen,
numb and aching. He was tired, sweating, dirty, smelly, and felt like he was going to pass out. He stopped
and leaned against the silver pole in front of the pink apartment building at the corner. He was breathing
heavy and grimacing in pain. He gathered himself and started limping east, down Hollywood Boulevard.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ow! Oooh! Aahhh!
He winced in severe pain on his cracked ankle. He hopped quickly on one foot, several feet, and then
limped in pain. In a hurry, he hopped several feet again on one foot and then limped in pain.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhh! Ow!!! Ahhh! Ow!

SUNSET BLVD
The Messiah exited Samuel French, stopped, planted her feet, looked at the ground, nodded her head,
and smiled. She looked up into the sky and raised her hands above her head in victory.
THE MESSIAH: Yes! Every day in every way you are getting the word out to the masses. (Shouting at the
sky at the top of her lungs) Every day in every way you are getting the word out to the masses. (Screaming
with everything she's got) Every day in every way you are getting the word out to the masses.
She leveled her head, looked at the street in front of her, and took a deep breath.
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THE MESSIAH (yelling): I love you.
She threw her hands in the air and shook them to the sky.
THE MESSIAH: I love you!
She relaxed, took a deep breath, and looked down at the sidewalk in front of her. She looked around and
calmed herself. She reached into her purse and pulled out the rest of a JOINT from Hezekiah dispensary
rolled with a Sativa called Purple O.G.. She lit it, took a deep hit, and held her breath. She started walking
while continuing to hold her breath as the Mary Jane-smoke sank deep into her lungs. She let a little
smoke out and then took another deep breath. She let a little more smoke out and inhaled deep while
sucking the smoke off of the end of the burning joint. She exhaled a little smoke and then exhaled fully.
After catching her breath, The Messiah took a deep hit on the joint as she walked down Sunset Boulevard
away from Samuel French, down the gradual slope toward Highland. The six 0’Clock Sun warmed the
right side of her face and heated her black Fedora as she slowly strolled east on Sunset. She smoked a
long tug on the joint and held her breath for ten paces.
At the fifth pace a 33 year old, very lean, AFRICAN BUSINESSWOMAN walked passed her carrying
one bag of groceries in each hand. She was in her own world, talking to herself. She didn’t look at The
Messiah as she walked by her.
AFRICAN BUSINESSWOMAN: It is the way it is because I make it that way! It is the way it is because I
make it that way! (louder) It is the way it is because I make it that way!
The Messiah turned and looked at her while she kept walking. The Messiah backpedalled looking at her
and then faced forward again and continued her stroll. She let out some of the smoke and inhaled on the
Joint again, held her breath for five paces, and then exhaled all of the smoke.
The Messiah took another long hit on the Joint, finishing it. She ate the rest of it and chewed it as she held
her breath for five paces. The Messiah did things in Fives. She had read quite a bit on the studies done by
Adam Weishaupt and although she realized that her mission was geared toward collapsing the Illuminati’s
Global Military Industrial Complex, she also employed some of the powerful techniques used by the dark
forces whom she sought to eliminate by getting those who have chosen the positive polarity path to
ascension to ignore those who have chosen the negative path to ascension. She was employing powerful
esoteric forces for the benefit of all beings and mother Earth – she was a deliberate creator harnessing the
power of her subconscious mind. The Messiah exhaled all of the smoke from her lungs and swallowed the
Joint. She smiled big and wide and threw her hands above her head.
THE MESSIAH: I love you!
She hugged herself as she walked for a few paces. She let her arms down and swung them as she strolled
with a long confident stride.
GRAUMANS CHINESE THEATRE

HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
Kelly stood out on the sidewalk near the street as she watched from behind a tall blond Marilyn Monroe
impersonator as Conspirator 1, with her back to Kelly, walked east, along Hollywood Boulevard, toward
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N Highland Avenue.
Kelly looked back at the crowded courtyard of famous handprints and then looked across the street to the
HOOTERS RESTAURANT. She checked that traffic wasn’t clear and didn’t care; then she darted in
front of cars that honked at her and gave her the finger as she sprinted across Hollywood Boulevard to
Hooters. She slowed her pace as she calmly approached and entered Hooters.
The HOOTERS HOSTESS, 20s, tall, blond, Polish, built like a super model, with big owl-like eyes,
smiled at KELLY, slowly blinked, stepped forward and looked Kelly’s body up and down.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Hello there. How are you?
KELLY looked at the Hooters Hostess, smiled, and took a deep breath.
KELLY: May I speak with the manager about working here?

HOOTERS HOSTESS: Can I tell you how hot you are?
Kelly grinned at her.
KELLY: Absolutely.
The Hooters Hostess slowly stepped close to Kelly and touched Kelly's hair.
HOOTERS HOSTESS (whispering): Mm. Do you know that I want to work with you real bad? Yes?
The Hooters Hostess stood behind Kelly without touching her but whispered very close into her ear.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Shall I go get him now, baby? Hmm?
Kelly, with her eyes closed, nodded a slight nod and smiled.
KELLY: Mm.
THE SUNSET GRILL

SUNSET BOULEVARD AND VISTA ST
The Messiah approached THE SUNSET GRILL and stopped. A couple in their thirties were taking
pictures in front of the famous restaurant.
HUSBAND (to The Messiah): Is this the Sunset Grill that Don Henley sings about in his song?
THE MESSIAH: I'll answer that question for five dollars.
The three of them laughed as people walked by and in and out of the popular eatery.
THE MESSIAH: No, seriously; five dollars. Do you not understand offer and acceptance?
The HUSBAND and WIFE quizzically looked at THE MESSIAH.
THE MESSIAH: Life is all about offer and acceptance. You made me an offer.
MALE 1: What offer?
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THE MESSIAH: You asked me to provide you with information.

MALE 1: What, the building being the one in the song?
THE MESSIAH: Yes. You asked for something and I counter offered. In commercial law, everything is
offer and acceptance; right down to a smile. You smile back, and you have accepted the contract of
friendliness. A police officer turns on his flashing lights, and you pull over having contracted into his
authority over you.
HUSBAND: I’m retired Boston P.D.
THE MESSIAH: Well then you know that I’m correct when I print the words “UNDER DURESS” in
the signature block instead of signing my name on any traffic citation. Right? That makes it unenforceable
in a court of law.
HUSBAND: Few people know that.
WIFE: You must have some time on your hands.
MESIAH: Time is fluid and exists beyond your current cognitive map. It is not the now, it is the past, yet
it is not the past, it is simply a different point in time on the timeline of universal existence. All of time is
recorded and programmed and exists all at once; and is accessible. Just ask any remote viewer or soul
reader or examine any computer program. You are in the story which has already ended, has yet to begin,
and is continually playing itself out at any given moment. You simply learn to control your access to it
when you regain the ability to do so. Just like how I learned that I can counter offer a cop when he asks to
see my driver’s license. I can say, “Yes” or “Yes, Conditionally”. Yes officer, I will show you my driver’s
license on the condition that you do not write my name down anywhere or tell it to anyone. Deal? Now
it’s up to the cop to accept the deal or walk away.
WIFE: (to her Husband) Honey, give her five dollars cause she’s so smart, and sweet, and pretty.
HOOTERS
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
Kelly pensively stood alone at the glass-counter-hostess-stand, waiting. She turned and looked at the front
door to the Hooters. Just looking. Waiting. Watching for him or them to come barging in.
The HOOTERS HOSTESS & the HOOTERS MANAGER, male, 30s, Mexican, clean cut, cool,
handsome, bisexual, walked up to Kell, stood in front of her and looked at her; they all smiled at each
other. A CROSS DRESSED SHE-MALE HOOTERS WAITERESS walked by and ran his finger under
the Hooters Manager's chin.
SHE-MALE HOOTERS WAITERESS: This Monday again, baby?
The Hooters Manager winked and smiled at the She-Male Hooters Waiter/ess. In the meantime The
Hooters Hostess slid her hand into the Hooters Manager’s hand.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: You know that I really want her to work here, right? (to Kelly) How much do
you want to work here?
Kelly took a step and stood close to the Hooters Manager and Hooters Hostess. Kelly slid her hands into
theirs.
KELLY (whispering): Will you take me into the back? (beat) And give me … a uniform?
HOOTERS HOSTESS (to Hooters Manager): Will you take us into the back? (beat) And give it to her?
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IN-N-OUT BURGER
SUNSET BOULEVARD AND ORANGE DR
The Messiah walked past a busy In-N-Out Burger. She stopped, looked at In-N-Out Burger, looked at the
five dollar bill that she held in her hand and smiled. The Messiah walked over to the In-N-Out Burger
and entered.
HOOTERS MANAGER’S OFFICE

A HOOTERS UNIFORM sat on a chair. A white, straw, Dollar Tree-fedora with a black band sat on the
desk atop some paperwork. Kelly, the HOOTERS HOSTESS, and the HOOTERS MANAGER stood
together in an embrace.
The Hooters Hostess caressed Kelly 's cheek while the Hooters Manager ran his nose along Kelly’s long,
lean neck. Kelly had her head thrown back and to the side with her eyes closed. Kelly and the Hooters
Hostess were about to kiss each other when suddenly …the office door opened.
In walked the Hooters MANAGER'S GAY BOYFRIEND, male, 20's, light skinned Hispanic, wearing a
very flamboyant outfit; tight blue jeans, a skin-tight pink sweater with red virticle stripes, white converse
sneakers, and a small hand bag.
MANAGER’S GAY BOYFRIEND: Son of a bitch!
KELLY, the Hooters Hostess, and the Hooters Manager turned and looked at the Hooters Manager’s
Gay Boyfriend, who started to cry.
MANAGER’S GAY BOYFRIEND (sobbing): When is it going to stop, Rafael? (screaming) When?!!!
KELLY put her hand on the HOOTERS UNIFORM.
SUNSET BOULEVARD AND HIGHLAND AVENUE

THE MESSIAH, drinking an In-N-Out Milkshake, walked to the corner of Sunset and Highland, turned
left, and walked ten paces up N Highland Avenue, toward Hollywood Boulevard. Up ahead was the
stained dark with filth bus stop for the southbound 156 bus and a large shade tree.
EL CAPITAN THEATRE
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
Two doors down from Hooters on Hollywood Boulevard, KELLY, with the Hooters Uniform and
Fedora Hat in her hand, ran passed the El Capitan Theatre. Just as she passed the El Capitan Theatre she
peripherally looked at the last doorway of the theatre on the right, came to an abrupt halt, and darted into
the cave-like entranceway.
EL CAPITAN THEATRE DOORWAY

KELLY ducked into the doorway that shares the alley with the Hollywood Hostel. She stripped down to
her bra and panties. She quickly slipped into the famous, orange, Hooters Shorts and the famous, white,
Hooters Tank Top. She put on the Fedora Hat, and pulled her cell phone out of her black spandex
shorts. KELLY abandoned her purple skirt, black tank top, and black spandex shorts there in the alley,
and with her cell phone in her hand, stepped out of the doorway and observed the thousands of
unsuspecting weekend tourists walking up and down Hollywood Blvd taking pictures every step of the way;
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recording video, posing, smiling, and blowing kisses all around tinsel town’s famous boulevard. Kelly took
a deep breath and quickly stepped toward Vine street and began a quick walk toward fate.
HOLLYWOOD HIGH SCHOOL

HIGHLAND AVE
The BIG MURAL OF TV AND MOVIE STARS is a prominent attraction that is painted on the East
side of the High School. THE MESSIAH walked past the mural and looked at it as she strode by. THE
MESSIAH stopped, took out her Cell Phone, put it in camera mode, and snapped a picture of the mural.
The slogan on the school’s sign read, “Achieve the Honorable.” THE MESSIAH stared at the slogan for
a long moment and thought about what honorable means and how she wrote about the law and staying in
honor in her book. She smiled and nodded her head; she believed right then that the slogan was a sign
that she was on the right path, and that her message in her book was a good one for all of mankind
especially in order for the citizens of Earth to achieve sovereignty by harnessing their collective ability to
negotiate honorably. THE MESSIAH continued walking north, up Highland Avenue, toward Hollywood
Boulevard. Her inner monologue was a discourse on offer and acceptance.
HOLLYWOOD BLVD NOVELTY SHOP

KELLY slowly walked past the Novelty Shop; looking straight ahead. She looked at the street signs on the
corner of Hollywood Boulevard and Highland Avenue. KELLY stopped and looked into the Hollywood
Novelty Shop. Then she slowly turned and looked behind her, west, up Hollywood Boulevard for as far as
she could see. She didn’t see a sweaty, dark head hopping up and down among the thick crowd of tourists.
KELLY looked north, across the street at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre and then she turned back east
toward Highland Avenue trying to get her bearings. She had only just arrived in town, after a bizarre
meeting with representatives of the Illuminati and the Global Military Industrial Complex and her handler
who activated her Sex-alter with a Monarch code. KELLY knew she needed to go toward Vine and toward
the Vibe Hotel.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Into the Fire
THE 156 BUS STOP
HIGHLAND AVENUE
&
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
THE MESSIAH tossed the In N Out Milkshake Cup into the garbage can at the Highland and
Hollywood southbound 156 Bus Stop and then she walked about twenty paces north, up the west side of
Highland Avenue toward the southwest corner of Hollywood Boulevard. THE MESSIAH stepped up to
the corner of Hollywood and Highland, facing the Hollywood Hill.
CORNER OF HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

AND HIGHLAND AVENUE
THE MESSIAH stood waiting for the Walk-Light to change so that she could cross Hollywood
Boulevard. KELLY briskly walked up behind THE MESSIAH to the Corner of Hollywood Boulevard
and Highland Avenue. KELLY, facing east, looked both ways. The Walk-Light only had a few seconds
left for KELLY to cross Highland Avenue. KELLY quickly sprinted across Highland Avenue and then
slowed to a walk and stopped at the corner of Hollywood Boulevard, facing eastbound, zero point eight
miles away from Vine. KELLY turned around and faced West and looked for the hobbling Iranian
through the thick crowd of tourists.
The Walk-Light changed and THE MESSIAH crossed Hollywood Boulevard. When she got across, she
stopped and waited at the Don’t-Walk-Light to cross Highland Avenue toward Vine, zero point eight
miles away. But first THE MESSIAH was going to take a detour. She wasn’t in a hurry. THE MESSIAH
was in celebration mode because she had just completed another major task in her plan to end war and
poverty on planet Earth. One large pillar had been removed that day in her eventual collapsing of the
Global Military Industrial Complex and eradication of the Monetary System. After a brief moment the
walk light changed and she crossed Highland avenue, walking eastbound through the intersection on
Hollywood Blvd. She stopped at the corner and took off her hat to adjust it. Across the street, directly
opposite, KELLY did the same with her newly acquired hat. They put their respective hats back on at the
same time. THE MESSIAH resumed walking.
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RIPLEY’S BELIEVE IT OR NOT

HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
KELLY, turned and faced east and began to walk past Ripley’s Believe it or Not. Her eyes darted back
and forth, head on a swivel, looking for someone that might be following her; she looked back over her
shoulder. A street vendor handing out fliers to a band performance stepped into her path and handed her
a flier.
FEMALE STREET VENDOR: Come see our show tonight.
KELLY took the flier with a smile.
KELLY: Thank you.
STELLA ADLER ACADEMY OF ACTING HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

THE MESSIAH walked past the Stella Adler Academy and looked up at the Marquee. It read “Catch the
romantic comedy, Almost Maine, featuring Adler alumni tonight at Stella Adler Theatre.” She kept
moving along and then she walked past the Hollywood Wax Museum. She slowed her pace and looked
inside at KING KONG as she walked by, lollygagging.
FREDERICKS OF HOLLYWOOD
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
The HOLLYWOOD TOURS DOUBLE DECKER CONVERTIBLE BUS rode down the street. In
the foreground, THE MESSIAH walked lazily along Hollywood Boulevard and stopped and looked at
female mannequins dressed in sexy lingerie in the big glass window of Fredrick’s of Hollywood. In the
Background across the street, KELLY was creeping ahead of THE MESSIAH through the thick
pedestrian traffic and paid no attention to the Musician’s Institute, the Cosmic Om Sanctuary, the
Egyptian Theatre, or N. Las Palmas Avenue as she walked Hollywood Boulevard toward the Hollywood
& Vine Metro Station, where she would take control of this situation.
THE TOP OF THE HOLLYWOOD TOURS BUS

CONSPIRATOR 1 sat atop the eastbound Hollywood Tours Bus looking at both sidewalks for KELLY.
The Hollywood Tours Bus passed between KELLY on the Right and THE MESSIAH on the left.
CONSPIRATOR 1 looked toward KELLY in the Hooters outfit with the straw Fedora on her head.
KELLY speed-walked through pedestrians on Hollywood Boulevard, passed N. Cherokee Avenue and
she quickly reached N. Cahuenga Boulevard.
CONSPIRATOR 1 (into Blue Tooth from atop the bus): Negative. I know she's here. Just keep a
lookout.
THE MUSEUM OF DEATH

HOLLYWOOD BLVD AND GOWER AVE
A 26-year old GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR, stood in front of the eerie looking building, looking
toward the Hollywood and Vine Metro Station, talking into his Blue Tooth.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR: When I see her, she will die. Traitor! She will get what she
deserves. I’m going to start walking toward the Hollywood and Vine station.
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CONSPIRATOR 1: No! Stay there! She might swing down and around Sunset and come up Gower or
Argyle. She’s here. She’s close. I know it.
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD
AND N CAHUENGA BOULEVARD
While THE MESSIAH stood at the corner waiting for the “Don’t-Walk” Light to change to Walk she
texted on her Cell Phone.
CELL PHONE TEXT - Ms. Rose - THE MESSIAH book is now @ Samuel French. Will U interview
me so U can run story on TV, Newspapers and Internet? Cheers, Veronica Russell.
The “Walk” Light changed and THE MESSIAH crossed Ivar Avenue. On the other side of the street,
KELLY also crossed at the same time; they did not yet notice each other.
CONSPIRATOR 1: I don’t see anything. We’re about to cross Vine. I’m getting out at Hollywood and
Argyle. Meet me down at Sunset and Argyle. We have to get to the safe house. No one is answering there.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR: I will kill her when I see her. I will stuff her in my Volkswagen and
kill her.
CONSPIRATOR 1: You have a Volkswagen?
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR: Shut up! Ahhhh!
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE

As the Hollywood Tours Bus passed them, KELLY approached the corner of Hollywood and Vine and
looked at the Hollywood and Vine Metro Station just ahead on the right. Beyond the Metro Station
entrance, east on Hollywood Boulevard, KELLY caught view of the GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR
walking in the middle of the sidewalk in front of the Fonda Theater, two blocks down.
The German Male Conspirator didn’t see KELLY in the Hooters outfit.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR: That lying bitch! Traitor bitch!
He turned left and started walking downhill on N El Centro Avenue toward Sunset Boulevard.
The “Walk” Light changed and KELLY crossed Vine toward the Metro Station. THE MESSIAH, across
the street, crossed at the same time. She made it across the Hollywood and Vine intersection and
continued to walk east. KELLY walked on the sidewalk across the street, on the south side of Hollywood
boulevard.
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE METRO STATION ENTRANCE

COP 1 and COP 2 stood out front.
KELLY quickly walked to the right side of the Hollywood and Vine Metro Entrance and stepped onto the
Down Escalator.
Cop 1 and Cop 2 lustfully watched KELLY walk by.
Across the street, THE MESSIAH kept walking, crossed Argyle Avenue, and headed toward N Gower
Street and Hollywood Boulevard.
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE METRO ESCALATOR 1

KELLY quietly rode the Down Escalator. She slowly turned and looked back up over her shoulder to see
if she was being followed. KELLY stared up looking at the Capitol Records Building, reached the bottom
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of the Down Escalator, stepped off, stood there and stared up the escalator. She waited at the bottom,
looking up to the top. KELLY stepped to the side of the Down Escalator and hid around the corner. She
continued to look; peeking around the corner. After a moment, she walked over to the Up Escalator and
rode it up. KELLY reached the top then stepped off to the left, walked over to the Down escalator and
rode the Down Escalator. She turned and looked behind her, up the Escalator as she slowly descended.
She reached the bottom and stared up.
KELLY (to herself, the Universe, and the Iranian): Are you coming to get me? Are you ready to die?
KELLY coldly stared up the Down Escalator.
KELLY: Are you ready for me?
HEZEKIAH DISPENSERY
N GOWER ST & HOLLYWOOD BLVD
THE MESSIAH climbed the stairs up to the Hezekiah Entrance, rang the silent doorbell and waited
about 10 seconds. The Temperature was dropping as the sun was fading over the Western horizon
behind the W Hotel from her vantage point. THE MESSIAH turned and looked down at Hollywood
Boulevard. Bicycles, cars, and pedestrians filled up the scene; it was alive and buzzing.
THE MESSIAH waited a few more moments until the HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK, female, 20s,
Mexican, came to the door, recognized THE MESSIAH, smiled, waved, unlocked the door and opened
it. Cool, dispensary, Indie music poured out from the inside. The Hezekiah Female Clerk held the door
open for THE MESSIAH.
HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK: Hello there.

THE MESSIAH: Hello. How are you?
THE MESSIAH entered and handed her Driver’s License to the Clerk so that she could check her
system to make sure THE MESSIAH’s Medicinal Marijuana prescription was still up to date.
INSIDE HEZEKIAH DISPENSERY

After a quick check on the computer, THE MESSIAH and the Hezekiah Female Clerk entered the retail
area from the foyer. A 20s MALE AFRICAN AMERICAN stood in front of the opposite end of the
counter buying various forms of Marijuana by the gram from a stocky, 5ft 6inch, 40’S CAUCASIAN
MALE CLERK who was very high and had a stoner grin on his red face. A BUDDY, 20's, Caucasian
male stood next to the African American Male. Both held Skateboards and wore Backpacks.
40’S CAUCASIAN MALE: We roll our joints with O.G. Kush. If you want a Sativa, then I recommend
the Orange Diesel. We have a deal on three grams.
They both looked up at the multi colored chalkboard that separated the different types of marijuana and
their prices: Indica, Hybrid, and Sativa from left to right starting at $10 to $20 for a gram.
20’S MALE AFRICAN AMERICAN: Cool. Let me get six grams of the Orange Diesel and in the Hybrid
I'll take the California Dream.
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THE MESSIAH walked up to the counter. Hezekiah Female Clerk stepped back behind the Counter
and faced THE MESSIAH. The 20s Male African American looked at THE MESSIAH.
20S MALE AFRICAN AMERICAN: Hey baby.

THE MESSIAH: Hi. How are you? What’s your sign?
20s MALE AFRICAN AMERICAN: Leo.
THE MESSIAH: If we went on a date, what would we talk about?
20s MALE AFRICAN AMERICAN: I don’t know. What you wanna talk about, girl?
THE MESSIAH: Mankind is apparently experiencing life at the time of the dawning of the Age of
Aquarius. This is a time when the surface-dwelling man has seemingly reached amazing strides of
technological advancement and the world is at a turning point, literally. Or more aptly, a shifting point.
The masses at large, living on the surface of the earth have no idea what is about to happen to them and
you trudge along unconsciously. The entire crust of the earth at this time is under the direct human
control of the Rothschild and Herriman monopolized Illuminati - on the surface. And the Western forces,
with their fake monetary system, are purposefully crushing and publicly bankrupting the fictitious,
people’s-economy and perpetuating it with loud and obnoxious corporate-media-controlled rhetoric, of
which they have used to financially and demonically enslave all of mankind. The third world war officially
began on September 11th 2001 as the “Global War on Terror” [GWOT] and is accelerating as NATO
prepares to attack Iran and move into Afghanistan, North Korea, China, and Russia. Things are on target
for the simultaneous disillusionment of Islam and Christianity and the emergence of the Luciferian take
over. Until, just as predicted, THE MESSIAH of the twenty first century, that would be me, birthed into
her reality and saved mankind’s souls. Or maybe she saved only one soul. You are all one. We are all one.
There is no separation. That is only an illusion. Okay, your turn to talk.
20s AFRICAN AMERICAN MALE stared blankly at THE MESSIAH. There was complete silence as
everyone stared at the 20s African American Male.
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE METRO

ESCALATOR 1
KELLY rode the Escalator while looking over her shoulder. She checked her Cell Phone for the time.
KELLY: Twenty nine hours and twenty nine minutes. (looking over her shoulder) and counting. Come
on! Let's go! (singing) Where are you?
KELLY grinned and laughed.
HEZEKIAH DISPENSERY
40s Caucasian Male had the Jar of Orange Diesel out on the counter with the lid off. He let 20's Male
African American and his Buddy smell the jar of Orange Diesel. On the other end of the counter THE
MESSIAH and her friend were also doing Marijuana business, because it was after 420.
HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK (in the process of small-talk): I go to Tijuana every weekend. So, what
kind of medicine are you thinking about?
In the mean time, the 40's CAUCASIAN MALE, using a nice set of bamboo chopsticks, put the 6 grams
of Orange Diesel into a plastic Ziploc bag on the scale on which he weighed it.
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THE MESSIAH: Can I have a brownie, and a jolly rancher? Also, I’ll have two joints and a gram of your
Kush Monster Sativa. And a gram of your Indica hash.
Hezekiah Female Clerk began putting THE MESSIAH’s order together.

THE MESSIAH looked down below into the glass counter, looking for something.
THE MESSIAH: Do you have any joints rolled?

HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK: I'll roll you two. No worries.
THE MESSIAH: Which do you think is better for the subconscious mind, 'No worries.' or, 'It's all
good.’?
HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK: Hm. Are you saying that the subconscious only filters in either the word
'worries' or 'good'?
THE MESSIAH: See. Didn't I tell you that my book is transformative?
HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK (smiling): You did. Was that a gram of Kush Monster Sativa and a gram
of Indica Hash?
THE MESSIAH: Yes sweetie.
HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK: I just smoked some of the Indica Hash, and it's really good.
THE MESSIAH: How much of the brownie should I eat?
HEZEKIAH FEMALE CLERK: Those are really strong. So eat one corner and then wait thirty minutes
to see how you feel.

ESCALATOR 1
KELLY reached the top of the Up Escalator and she stood there and stared at Hollywood Boulevard.
People walked in and out of the W Hotel. Commuters waited at the bus stop on the corner of Hollywood
and Argyle. She crossed her right foot over her left and walked toward the down Escalator, keeping her
head turned to the right and facing Hollywood Boulevard, the white Fedora pulled down just above her
eyes. The two cops talked to a woman with a shopping cart full of bags of plastic bottles and cans. KELLY
stepped on the Down Escalator backwards, facing the street.
SHOPPING CART WOMAN [ranting and waiving her arms]: Nobody cares about me. These people in
their cars, they drive around. They don’t care about me. Nobody cares about me.
KELLY rode the down escalator, backwards, until she disappeared from view from the street.
HEZEKIAH DISPENSERY
THE MESSIAH exited Hezekiah with a Brown Paper Bag in her hand.
The Hezekiah Female Clerk locked the door behind her.
THE MESSIAH walked down the stairs and out onto Hollywood Boulevard and headed west, toward the
Hollywood and Vine Metro Station, which is beneath the W Hotel.

ESCALATOR 1
KELLY rode the Up Escalator. As her head reached street level she looked straight ahead. As she neared
the top, from around the corner of the building to her left, just behind the two cops and the shopping cart
lady, The IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER came limping toward the down escalator.
KELLY backpedaled down the Up Escalator and was getting nowhere fast. She turned and ran down the
escalator taking two steps at a time.
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AND EL CENTRO AVENUE
THE MESSIAH stood at the Crosswalk on south east corner of Hollywood Boulevard waiting to cross El
Centro. She removed a Joint from the Brown Paper Bag and lit it. The walk-light turned to “walk”. THE
MESSIAH crossed Hollywood Boulevard smoking the Joint. She took a deep hit on the joint as she
passed people in the crosswalk. The streets of Hollywood smelled like piss and weed; and no one paid
any mind to someone smoking a joint on the street; it had become common.

ESCALATOR 1
KELLY stood at the bottom of the Down Escalator, looking up. The IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB
MAKER appeared at the top and he limped onto the Down Escalator. He stood favoring one leg;
grimacing. He was exhausted. He had been using the vision of this relaxing escalator ride to get him to the
station. He nearly collapsed every step of the way the last two and a half miles, from the corner of Laurel
Canyon and Hollywood Boulevard. He leaned his Forehead on the Hand Rail as he rode the down
escalator.
IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER (in Farsi): Filthy pig! I will kill her. Dirty bitch. Dirty fucking
bitch. Pig.
KELLY disappeared out of sight. The IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER reached the bottom of
the long ride down the escalator and limped off. He turned to the right and headed toward the next
escalator around the corner of the large, tiled hallway; he hopped and limped to the corner, turned the
corner, and limped over to Down Escalator Two. He rode Down Escalator two, leaning on the hand rail
in both exhaustion and relief. Soon he would have no pain.

RED TRAIN LEVEL
KELLY hid under the train-level-stairs as the IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB-MAKER slowly limped
down them as the escalators at that level only go up. He leaned all of his weight on the handrail as he
limped down. He could barely stand. His ankle was swollen and discolored and throbbing. His hands
wore scabbed and dried blood had coagulated on his missing fingernails and on the holes in his palms.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Welcome to Hollywood and Vine train station. Please stay back from the yellow
line at all times.
The IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER hobbled off of the stairs. He limped and hopped over to
the end of the Platform, opened up the security gate, and limped down the few steps that lead down onto
the train tracks.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Please stay off of the track. There is no sleeping in the subway. Either get on a
train or leave the station immediately. Sir! Get off the tracks!
KELLY watched as the IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER continued to hop away; after a
moment he disappeared into the dark tunnel. Kelly came out from under the stairs and looked around for
security… nothing. She ran over to the security gate and into the tunnel after the TERRORIST.
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ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Seriously. All ya’ll need to stay off the god damn track. I’m warning you. There is
a punishment of up to ten thousand dollars and some odd number of days in jail. Leroy. How long is the
jail term? … Thirty days. Awe fuck it. I hope all ya’ll white ass, cracker, mutha fuckas get hit by a train.
HOLLYWOOD AND ARGYLE

THE MESSIAH stood at the corner just across the street from the train station waiting for the Walk Light
to change. AFRICAN AMERICAN BEGGAR, 30s, ragged looking, stepped up to the light, stood next to
THE MESSIAH, and looked her up and down. He pushed the Crosswalk Button.
AFRICAN AMERICAN BEGGAR (to THE MESSIAH): Yo? Do you have a cigarette?
THE MESSIAH: I'm sorry, no. I don't smoke cigarettes.
THE MESSIAH puffed on her Joint and held her breath while she continued talking.
THE MESSIAH: I only smoke weed. Did you ever think about switching from cigarettes to weed?
AFRICAN AMERICAN BEGGAR (annoyed): No.
THE MESSIAH: Just go to the doctor, right over there on Hollywood Boulevard. (Pointing) For forty
dollars you can get your green prescription card.
The African American Beggar looked away and tried to ignore her, as he stood there trapped next to her
waiting for the walk-light to change to walk.
THE MESSIAH: Plus weed is cheaper and lasts longer. You can smoke one joint and be high for hours.
With cigarettes you have to smoke a cigarette at least every half hour, right? And a lot more puffs, like
twenty puffs per cigarette.
The African American Beggar turned away, crossed his arms, and shook his head.
THE MESSIAH: Although, I'm celebrating today; (Rattling her baggy) T H C party. Try making a magic
baggy with a pack of cigarettes and all the chemicals in those coffin nails.
The Crosswalk Light turned to “Walk” and the African American Beggar started quickly walking away
from THE MESSIAH as she casually strolled through the intersection trailing 10 feet behind him.
THE MESSIAH (yelling at the Beggar): Cigarettes are filled with chemicals! (Shouting over traffic)
Marijuana tar dissolves easily in the lungs and is much healthier! CBDs is where it’s at these days. Stop
smoking cigarettes and switch to weed!
The African American Beggar kept walking. With his back turned he gave THE MESSIAH the Finger
while he continued to walk.
THE MESSIAH: Fine! It's your life!
A clean cut, CAUCASOID MALE BEGGAR, 40s, ball cap, tee-shirt, jeans, and a backpack approached
THE MESSIAH as she reached the other side of the crosswalk.
CAUCASIAN MALE BEGGAR: Do you have a quarter for the train?

THE MESSIAH: Sure. You're really gonna buy weed with it aren't you?
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THE MESSIAH reached into her pocket, retrieved a Quarter, handed it to the Caucasian Male Beggar
and she smiled at him.

RED TRAIN LEVEL
KELLY emerged from the Tunnel and climbed up the steps onto the Platform with blood on her
Hooters Hat. She walked toward the Up Escalator. A TRAIN PATRON walked by KELLY, made eye
contact with her, and then looked at the Blood on the Hooters Hat. KELLY noticed the look. She
removed the Hooters Hat and looked at the Blood on it. She tossed the Hooters Hat into the garbage can
on the subway line platform next to the tracks and walked away.
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Serendipitydoodah
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE METRO STATION ENTRANCE
THE MESSIAH approached the Hollywood and Vine Metro Station still smoking her Joint.
Cop 1 and Cop 2 stood there chatting, checking their cell phones, and monitoring people.
Cop 1, tall, light-skinned, Latino, tattoo-covered male, shifted his gaze to THE MESSIAH as she walked
toward the escalator.
COP 1: Hey!
THE MESSIAH, walking past Cop 1 & Cop 2 toward the Down Escalator, stopped and looked at Cop 1.
THE MESSIAH: Hey what?

COP 1: What do you think you are doing?
THE MESSIAH (home-girl voice): What it looks like I be doin’?
COP 1: It looks like you're breaking the law.
THE MESSIAH took a long hit on the Joint, which was almost finished. She held her breath and jokingly
offered;
THE MESSIAH (Russian accent): Do you think I do not have prescription?

COP 1: Let's see that and your I.D.
THE MESSIAH (American voice, acting like a lawyer): I'll show you both on the condition that you do
not write down my name anywhere because it is my commercial name and it belongs to me. Deal?
COP 1: Show me your I.D.
THE MESSIAH: Are you saying that we have a deal?
KELLY reached the top of the Up Escalator. She looked around for a moment. Cop 2 glanced at her but
THE MESSIAH didn't pay her any mind; KELLY was not yet a conscious part of THE MESSIAH’s
vision. KELLY stepped onto the Down Escalator as Cop 1 stepped closer to THE MESSIAH.
COP 1: You know you can't be smoking your medicine in public?

THE MESSIAH: What's your name?
COP 1: Excuse me?
THE MESSIAH: Your name? What is your name?
COP 1: Sergeant Garcia.
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THE MESSIAH: Not your title; your name. If you can't give me your name, then does it make sense for
me to give you mine?
The two cops looked at each other.
THE MESSIAH: (Voice like a lawyer) Being you're standing mute on this position, then do you have a
claim against me?
COP 2 [Short, heavy set, Mexican male, 38 yrs old]: Are you giving my partner a hard time?
THE MESSIAH: I'm just asking questions? (to cop 2, sexy voice) What is your name?
COP 2: Look lady, put the joint away or I'll take your little baggy.
Cop 2 leaned in close like he was going to kiss THE MESSIAH.
COP 2 (sexual innuendo): And then, I'll take you.
THE MESSIAH looked Cop 2 in the eyes. She smoked a long hit, finishing the Joint in one toke. She
tossed the joint to the ground, held her breath and put her hand on Cop 2’s crotch. THE MESSIAH put
her other hand on the back of his head and kissed him softly on the mouth, shot gunning the smoke from
her lungs into his.
THE MESSIAH released Cop 2.
Cop 2 blew out smoke.
THE MESSIAH (little-girl voice): Yes officer. Anything else?
Cop 2 smiled. Cop 1 smiled.

THE MESSIAH turned and walked toward the Down Escalator.
COP 1: Oh, I see. None for me!

ESCALATOR
THE MESSIAH stepped onto the Down Escalator. She stuck her butt in the air like she just don’t care,
looked over her shoulder at Cop 1 and Cop 2, waved goodbye, and blew them a kiss.
As THE MESSIAH was riding the Down Escalator, KELLY was riding the Up Escalator on the other
side of the stairs that divided them during their simultaneous ride in apparently opposite directions. THE
MESSIAH was passing KELLY on the Down Escalator as KELLY spoke into her cell phone, leaving a
voice mail with her Monarch mind control handler.
KELLY: It is Friday, March thirteenth two thousand fifteen and I am at the Vine and Hollywood subway.
THE MESSIAH (yelling at KELLY): It's Hollywood and Vine! Not Vine and Hollywood! Don't you
know anything about American culture you silly Russian?
Their distance from each other increased as KELLY rode up and THE MESSIAH rode down and stared
at KELLY in her sexy Hooters outfit.
KELLY snapped her head around and looked at THE MESSIAH.
KELLY: Fuck off.
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THE MESSIAH (home-girl voice): Why don't you fuck off? What, you just come here, take some sexy
ass Russian Hooters job and then forget where you is?
THE MESSIAH reached the bottom and KELLY reached the top.
They both stepped off their respective escalators and turned to look at each other. KELLY looked down
from the stairs; the Capitol Records Building over her shoulder. THE MESSIAH looked up from the
bottom of the stairs.
KELLY: I'll kick your American asshole right in if you don't watch your fucking mouth. How does that
suit you?
KELLY and THE MESSIAH stared at each other.
KELLY: Don't you know that the Queen rules the United States? Haven't you figured out that you're a
pawn and a puppet and you don't know shit? Are you just another ignorant American?
THE MESSIAH stared up at KELLY while KELLY stared down at THE MESSIAH. THE MESSIAH
put her hand on the Escalator.
THE MESSIAH (British voice): Do you have any idea to whom you are speaking?
KELLY: Why don't you come up here and I'll kick your ignorant American asshole? Do you want to find
out the hard way that I don't discriminate when it comes to kissing … kicking assholes?
They stared at each other from the top and bottom of the stairs. KELLY put her hands on her hips with
her feet spread wide. THE MESSIAH put her left-hand thoughtfully on her chin, thinking. She ran her
hand down her neck and over her breasts. KELLY breathed deeply and growled a quiet sexual moan to
herself.
THE MESSIAH: Oh yeah? You're gonna kiss my asshole, huh? You gonna settle right up on my asshole
and use those lips and smooch right up on in there? Be careful. What if I like that?
KELLY shifted her weight to one leg and ran her left hand from her hip over the top of her left thigh.
After a moment of silence, THE MESSIAH stepped onto the Up Escalator and started riding up. THE
MESSIAH silently rode the long, slow, Up-Escalator toward KELLY.
KELLY: You better think twice before coming up here. Do you know what kind of problem you are
stepping into?
THE MESSIAH reached the top and walked over to KELLY and stood right in front of her. They stared
at each other, toe to toe, lips almost touching.
THE MESSIAH: I apologize. I'm really fuckin' high right now. I know better than to call someone names.
That was not right. Do you forgive me?
KELLY smacked THE MESSIAH in the face. Then KELLY kicked THE MESSIAH into a planter,
knocking the Brown Paper Bag out of her hand and onto the floor. THE MESSIAH, stoned on
Marijuana, got to her feet, laughing as KELLY stepped up to her and smacked THE MESSIAH in the
face again.
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THE MESSIAH: Ooh. Hoo hoo hoo. Okay. You're playing rough. You wanna play rough?
THE MESSIAH grabbed KELLY’s left nipple and pinched it hard.
KELLY: Ahhh!!!
KELLY slapped THE MESSIAH’s hand off of her nipple and then threw a right hook. THE MESSIAH
ducked, and grabbed KELLY by the throat, reached in and bit KELLY on the neck. KELLY knocked
THE MESSIAH’s hands away and swept her feet out from under her. KELLY Jumped on top of THE
MESSIAH. THE MESSIAH flipped KELLY onto her back. KELLY flipped THE MESSIAH off of her
and they both jumped up and squared off into a boxing match. Cop 1 and Cop 2 stepped closer to enjoy
the fight. Cop 2 picked up THE MESSIAH's Brown Baggy and held it during the rest of the fight.
COP 2: The life of the shield.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH traded jabs that connected. KELLY knocked THE MESSIAH down with a
combination, jab, right cross, uppercut, and front kick. THE MESSIAH jumped up as KELLY charged at
her to finish her off. THE MESSIAH threw a straight right to the chin that connected and buckled
KELLY's knees.
COP 1: Ooooh. She walked right into that.
THE MESSIAH threw a front kick that KELLY grabbed. KELLY swung THE MESSIAH into a wall.
THE MESSIAH bounced off of the wall with a thud and an “Oomph!” and then she leaned back against
the wall and laughed and stood there relaxed, waiting for KELLY to come at her. THE MESSIAH smiled
and waved KELLY at her.
THE MESSIAH (sexually): Come on. Come and get some.

KELLY: I'm just heating up, myself.
KELLY charged at her, planted her feet, and threw a right hook. THE MESSIAH ducked and threw a
wild right uppercut that missed, followed by a left hook that connected, spinning KELLY around, who
turned her spin into a left handed back fist that caught THE MESSIAH clean across the left cheek,
knocking her off balance. KELLY grabbed THE MESSIAH by the shoulders and they wrestled to the
ground. THE MESSIAH was on top of KELLY; their lips almost touching. THE MESSIAH had
KELLY's arms pinned to the grey cement.
THE MESSIAH: You want me to kiss your asshole?
KELLY threw THE MESSIAH off of her and they both jumped to their feet and charged at each other.
THE MESSIAH stopped, took a side step, grabbed KELLY by the arm, and spun her around. KELLY
grabbed THE MESSIAH’s arms and raised them up over her head, got control of THE MESSIAH, and
backed her up against the rail next to the top of the down Escalator. KELLY pressed THE MESSIAH
tight up against the top ledge of the Escalator near the stairs slowly leaning THE MESSIAH back over the
edge. KELLY had THE MESSIAH pinned and had THE MESSIAH's face in her hands. Their bodies
pressed tight against each other, they struggled and pressed harder and harder; their faces and hands all
over each other. The sexual tension built and their pelvises grinded against each other. Cop 1 was so
turned on by watching this that he had to turn away.
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COP 1: Damn. This is too hot to watch.
Cop 1 looked down at his own groin to try to keep himself under control.
COP 1: Come on now. Settle. Settle.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH continued to grind harder into each other; it had turned sexual. THE
MESSIAH and KELLY, together, built toward a climax. Their eyes closed, writhing together in rhythmic
unison, their hands on each other's groins, their fingers inside each other, and now they were about to
reach orgasm together. They started kissing with animal passion.
COP 1: God damn that's so fucking hot.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY climaxed together and screamed and moaned together and then finished
together and fell away from each other, weak-kneed and slumping to the ground holding their faces in
their hands and leaning against the wall, breathing heavy, exhausted and sexually relaxed at the same time.
After a moment, they looked at each other. They reached a hand out to each other and held hands for a
moment.
THE MESSIAH (still breathing a heavy): What the shit was that?
KELLY (breathing heavy): Right? Wow. Do we love to fight or what?
THE MESSIAH: We do. Makes me horny as shit. So … (breathing heavy) Mm. Hot.
Cop 1 and Cop 2 gave a courtesy applause.

Cop 1 started walking toward the entrance of the W Hotel.
COP 2: Hey? Where you goin'?

COP 1: I got to have a few moments to myself.
THE MESSIAH: So, you got yours, then, too.
Cop 1, backpedaling toward the W Hotel entrance.
COP 1: Vicariously. It's all good, baby. All good.
Cop 1 stopped backpedaling.
COP 1: Yo, Hooters. Give me an, 'Mmm baby.'
KELLY smiled.
KELLY: Mmm baby.

COP 1: That's right. Your turn, Shotgun.
THE MESSIAH (topping KELLY's sexuality): Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh. Oh. Baby. Yeah, yeah,
yeah. Ohhhhh babyyyyyyyyy.
COP 1: Oh. Damn. I gotta go. Be back in three minutes.
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Cop 1 quickly scurried away.
COP 2 (sexually frustrated): I think I'll join him. Well, not join him, join him.
Cop 2 tossed the Brown Baggy to THE MESSIAH and then he scurried away.
THE MESSIAH: Where did you learn to fight like that?

KELLY: Just because we had a hot, sexy, fuck-fight that has my panties dripping wet, now you think I'm
your main squeeze? And you can ask me questions? (pointing at her Hooters shorts) Normally I wear
pants. I ask the questions. Do you see?
THE MESSIAH: Okay.
THE MESSIAH took the Marijuana Brownie out of the Brown Paper Bag.
KELLY: Where did you learn to fight like that?

THE MESSIAH: Ha ha ha. For a bite of my Brownie, will you tell me where you're from?
KELLY: I'm from nowhere. I live nowhere. I am going nowhere.
THE MESSIAH broke off a piece of Brownie and fed it to KELLY. THE MESSIAH ate a piece of
Brownie as well.
KELLY: Now will you tell me something? So that I can trust you!
THE MESSIAH: I used to work for the government but now I am an author who is hell bent on saving
the world with my new book.
KELLY: Book, huh?
THE MESSIAH: It's the sequel to the bible.
KELLY laughed.
THE MESSIAH: You think I'm kidding you? Now are you going to tell me something or do I have to
kiss … kick your asshole again?
KELLY (laughing): I'm sorry but if I tell you too much, then I will have to kill you. Or you will be killed.
Do you understand?
THE MESSIAH: Can't we all just fuck-fight? I'm going crazy maybe but instead of blowing up other
countries, don't you think a better idea is to bring pounds of Hollywood Kush Monster Indica to their
country? Smoke them out and have a hot, oily, sexy international x-games competition followed by a one
week post-games national orgy. Better than bombs, right? We can all fuck-fight.
KELLY: You think that I am joking? That this is a joke? The… people I work…used to work with are very
dangerous.
THE MESSIAH (laughing): What are you, the spy who loved me?
KELLY: My associates are the Mossad, the I.R.A. the Russian international syndicate, the Council on
Foreign Relations, the Vatican, and those who control the Vatican, which are all influenced by an
organization or entity with control over everything in ways that you can't imagine.
THE MESSIAH: Well then. We are a perfect team; nice to meet you. I'm THE MESSIAH of the twenty
first century. Did you know that I'm here to save the world from the Illuminati, the Vatican, the Jesuits,
and the Tibetan kingdom?
KELLY: I’m sorry for you. You are too late. In twenty four hours I will be in Tijuana and you will say
goodbye to your world as you once knew it. I must leave the U.S. I'm past my visa. The Russian mafia and
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the global intelligence community are trying to find me and kill me. I’m going to a safe location to ride out
the coming nuclear war.
THE MESSIAH reached over, brushed hair away from KELLY’s eyes, and then fed KELLY another
piece of Brownie and ate a piece herself.
KELLY: The Third World War will happen. The Iranians, working together with the global intelligence
community and the Council on Foreign Relations are going to blow up a dirty nuclear bomb right here, in
Hollywood. Iran will claim it. This will start World War three.
THE MESSIAH: You mean end world war three. The Global War on Terror is World War Three. I
knew it. That's the way that Albert Pike formulated it in his dreamed vision of three world wars on the way
to the one world order, the destruction of Islam and Christianity and the emergence of the Luciferian
doctrine as the one world religion. I detail it in my book.
KELLY: I know where and when. I was helping the Iranian bomb team prepare. But I saw something that
made my skin crawl.
THE MESSIAH: Was it a demonic shape shifting reptilian?
KELLY (slowly nodding): I'm not sure what it was. But I realize now that I have been working for
something truly evil and not for the original intentions of the Russian Mafia. So I quit.
THE MESSIAH fed another piece of the marijuana Brownie to KELLY and then she ate another piece
herself.
KELLY: But you can't just quit the Russian Mafia. So now, I am on what you call the lamb. However,
before I go, I must take care of a few things.
Suddenly IRANIAN 2, holding the Bloody Fedora in his hand, stepped off of the Up Escalator and
walked right by KELLY and THE MESSIAH, not noticing them, as they were still seated on the ground.
KELLY shifted her eyes and recognized Iranian 2.
KELLY: And there goes a thing right now.
Iranian 2 looked toward the street. KELLY hopped to her feet. THE MESSIAH hopped up to her feet.
Iranian 2 walked out to the edge of the Metro Station Entrance, fifty feet away from the escalators, onto
the sidewalk. He looked around, up and down Hollywood Boulevard.
THE MESSIAH: Come; my apartment. North Hollywood. We can stop this from happening. Let me
help you.
KELLY: It's too late; the timer is ticking.
THE MESSIAH: I'm trained in bomb disposal.
KELLY, surprised, looked at THE MESSIAH. IRANIAN 2 suddenly spotted KELLY and turned to face
her and THE MESSIAH.
KELLY: We only get one chance at this.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH both noticed Iranian 2 quickly walking toward them.
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THE MESSIAH: Pressure turns me on.

KELLY: Likewise.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY ran down the Metro steps together toward the train.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Power Play
RED LINE TRAIN HOLLYWOOD AND VINE
Moments later the Red Line Doors opened and THE MESSIAH and KELLY entered; they settled in,
standing in the middle of the train car, holding on to the Center Pole. THE MESSIAH and KELLY
stood, staring at each other; checking out each other’s face and body. THE MESSIAH began to recount
their moment.
THE MESSIAH: Why does fighting turn you on?
KELLY thought about the question for a moment and then became serious.
KELLY: My step father moved in when I was eighteen months. He was a spanker. And a pervert.
KELLY shook her head in disgust.
KELLY: And. His body will never be found. That sick bastard.
THE MESSIAH nodded her head with understanding.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Thank you for riding the Red Line. Please stand clear. The doors are closing.
The lights flashed, a loud beep chimed, and the Red Line doors closed.
KELLY: How about you?

THE MESSIAH: Similar situation. I was taught to seek pleasure in the wrong places. But I have
harnessed it for the good. Haven't I?
KELLY and THE MESSIAH held on to the train’s Center Pole, facing each other. Fairly close. They
stared into each other's eyes.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): This train's final destination is North Hollywood Station. Destino final de este
tren es la estación North Hollywood.
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The Train started to move and KELLY, THE MESSIAH, and the rest of the passengers swayed with the
movement.
THE MESSIAH: The solution to all of mankind's problems is provided in my book.

KELLY: Your book?
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Next stop, Hollywood Highland Station.
KELLY (starting to feel high): Ha ha ha. What was in that brownie?
KELLY and THE MESSIAH smiled at each other; feeling a connection. A TRAIN WHACKO, an
American of African descent, 40s, dirty, sweaty, wearing a black shirt, jeans, old sneakers, and carrying a
tattered, dirty backpack, leaned against his push cart filled with his Los Angeles-streets-filthy belongings
and recyclables in the bicycles and luggage section of the train car near the door right behind KELLY and
THE MESSIAH. He began to stare at himself in the window next to the door; his back to everyone.
TRAIN WHACKO (yelling to himself): They're not happy! Try harder.
The Train Whacko flinched his head and blinked his eyes real hard and fast and shook out his arms.
TRAIN WHACKO (screaming and shaking his head with his eyes closed): No! No! Watching! FBI! CIA!
NSA! They coming to get us all!
The Train Whacko twitched his head and shook his arms out again.
TRAIN WHACKO: Watching! Right? You see! They watching! Help me! Ahhh!! Help! No!!! Ahhh!!
Help me!! Try harder!!!
THE MESSIAH, KELLY, and the rest of the nearby train passenger watched him. The Train Whacko
twitched his head, blinked, and violently shook out his arms. TWO OTHER PASSENGERS near The
Train Whacko moved away to another part of the cabin as Train Whacko stared into his own reflection
and quietly mumbled to himself.
KELLY: Your book has the solution? What's the solution?

TRAIN WHACKO: Watching'! Watching'! Everywhere! CIA!!!
There was a moment of silence between The Train Whacko’s explosive psychotic outbursts.
KELLY: So. You're going to save the world?
Iranian 2, holding the bloody Fedora, walked down the aisle toward KELLY and THE MESSIAH.
KELLY looked at Iranian 2 but THE MESSIAH didn't yet notice. Iranian 2 stopped about twenty feet
away and stared at KELLY.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Now arriving, Hollywood Highland station. Home of the Dolby Theatre,
Graumans Chinese Theater, and the Hollywood Bowl.
The Red Line Train came to a stop. The Train Doors opened and PASSENGERS exited and entered the
Train.
THE MESSIAH: My book teaches every human to control their mind, body, property, and land.
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Passengers settled in and a few more quickly boarded the Train.
THE MESSIAH: Then, in the story line, THE MESSIAH organizes the entire population of the planet
to tear up their social security cards and citizenship cards. This collapses the Global Military Industrial
Complex as these are all Companies that are merely posing as Governments.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The doors are now closing.
The Train Doors closed.
THE MESSIAH: With no more citizens, there are no more bank accounts. With no more bank
accounts, there is no more monetary system. Cash is actually a debt instrument.
The Train started moving.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Next stop, Universal City station. La siguiente parada, la estación de Universal
City. This train's final destination is North Hollywood station. Destino final de este tren es la estación de
North Hollywood.
KELLY: No monetary system?
THE MESSIAH: And no more Global military Industrial Complex that feeds off of war-for-profit.
KELLY: No monetary system? No more money? No money, then why do we do things?
THE MESSIAH: Exactly! Why do we do things? With profit no longer the motivator can you see how
our reason for doing will change? The Gene Rodenberry world of Star Trek, the most popular franchise
on the planet, is a world without a monetary system. Those intelligent Star Trek beings on the Earth live
life for the betterment of mankind and space exploration. Once the monetary system was removed,
everything improved immediately and dramatically because with the eradication of the monetary system,
limitation disappeared. People are then motivated by the pleasure of giving; giving of themselves and
giving to mankind.
KELLY: So then everyone can have what they want all the same? Everyone is the same? Is that not
Communism?
THE MESSIAH motioned with her head around to the downtrodden and listless Passengers on the train
and pointed to the Train Whacko as he listlessly stared into the window and mumbled conspiracy theory
outbursts.
THE MESSIAH: No. This is communism.
Iranian 2 moved closer to KELLY and THE MESSIAH. KELLY looked at Iranian 2. THE MESSIAH
saw KELLY look at Iranian 2, and THE MESSIAH looked at Iranian 2. Iranian 2 and THE MESSIAH
made eye contact. THE MESSIAH looked at the bloody-Fedora that Iranian 2 held. THE MESSIAH
looked at KELLY.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Now arriving, Universal City Station. Exit here for Universal Theme Park,
Universal Studios City Walk, and Cabo de Cohuenga.
The Train stopped and the Train Doors opened.
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THE MESSIAH: The current system we live under is communistic because we have no control over our
human vessel, property, land, or bank checks.
Passengers exited the Train and entered the Train.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Please stand clear. The doors are closing.
Iranian 2 stepped right up next to KELLY and THE MESSIAH and grabbed on to the pole that they
held.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Next stop, North Hollywood station. This will be our last stop.
IRANIAN 2 (to KELLY): Your last stop.
KELLY: Your last stop; you poor bastard.
Iranian 2 looked at THE MESSIAH, who was staring at him.
IRANIAN 2: Don't look at me mother bitch. I'll kill your filthy ass.
THE MESSIAH: What is it about my ass, today?
KELLY: You know why you're going to die Ahmad? Huh? You know why?
IRANIAN 2 (scoffing): Why is that?
KELLY: Not because you are going to detonate a bomb. Excuse me; were going to detonate a bomb. That
plan is over for you my dead friend. In a few minutes you will be taking your last breath.
THE MESSIAH: Well?
KELLY: Well what?
THE MESSIAH: If he's not going to die for not detonating the bomb that he was going to detonate, then
why is he going to die?
IRANIAN 2: You shut up! I am not going to die!
KELLY moved her face close to Iranian 2’s and put her hand on his stomach. Iranian 2 smiled; this was
turning him on.
KELLY (seductively): You're going to die because.
KELLY ran her hand down towards Iranian 2's crotch.
KELLY: Because you touched me with this dirty thing.
KELLY squeezed his balls really hard.
IRANIAN 2: Ahhh! Ahh! Let go!
KELLY, using both hands, locked on like a pit bull. The crowd was a little stunned. Iranian 2 tried to
shake KELLY loose but she was squeezing with all her might. KELLY and Iranian 2 went crashing to the
floor together, near the door opposite the passenger loading and unloading door and just across from
Train Whacko, who stared incredulously at their mayhem. Iranian 2 began screaming like someone who
was being electrocuted. It was a horrible sound. KELLY finally released him. Iranian 2 slumped to his
side on the floor, writhing in pain.
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IRANIAN 2: Ahhh!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!

ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Now arriving, North Hollywood station.
Iranian 2 writhed around on the floor, holding his balls. Passengers stared blankly at him, because they
saw insanity such as this all the time and they were numb to it.
IRANIAN 2: Ahh! Ahhh! Allah! Oh my God, no! Oh no! Not like this!
KELLY stood over the Iranian Terrorist Bomb-Make looking down at him.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): This is our last stop. Please gather all your belongings and exit the train. The
Train stopped. The Train Doors opened.
THE MESSIAH (Irish accent): You shagged that wanker?
KELLY punched Iranian 2 in the face while he writhed around in pain.
IRANIAN 2: Ahhh! Please, help me! Somebody! Ahhh! I think there is blood! Ahhh!
Passengers looked on and stepped around the scene and cleared the way as they entered and exited the
train. The doors stayed open and the train turned off for its 12-minute break between jaunts to Union
Station in Downtown Los Angeles.
KELLY (to Iranian 2): Last stop! Meet you outside you piece of shit.
Iranian 2 held his balls as he writhed around on the floor moaning; his stomach aching in unbelievable
pain from the powerful wrenching that KELLY put on his testicles.
KELLY (to THE MESSIAH): It was part of my mission. Send the Jihad bastards off to their death with a
cherry bang.
KELLY punched him in the face again; when she hit him she yelled out the "Bang!" of "cherry bang". THE
MESSIAH and KELLY calmly walked out of the Train. Iranian 2 struggled to crawl out of the train after
them; holding his stomach and balls while he crawled. He finally made it out of the Train and onto the
dirty platform next to the train-car.
NORTH HOLLYWOOD STATION

TRAIN LEVEL
Iranian 2 stopped just outside of the train doors, struggled to his feet, frantically opened his pants, pulled
them open, and looked down into his pants checking to see if his balls were still there. He reached his left-
hand into his pants and gently pressed his fingers against his balls to feel if they were still in the right place
and shape.
IRANIAN 2: Oh! Ooo!! Oh. Sssss!!! Ah! (screaming) I'll kill you!!! You bitch!!!
Iranian 2 hobbled away after KELLY and THE MESSIAH, moving very slowly, buckling his pants,
wincing in pain.
IRANIAN 2: I'm going to kill you! God dammit, Jesus Christ, Allah! Fucking Allah! I'm going to fucking
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kill you, god dammit you!
NORTH HOLLYWOOD TRAIN STATION

TOPSIDE ESCALATOR
Moments later THE MESSIAH, KELLY, and several yards away, Iranian 2, rode the very long, crowded
escalator up to the topside.
KELLY (yelling down to Iranian 2): You're going to die today.
Iranian 2 looked up at KELLY, raised his arms above his head, and made a symbol of a Triangle by
touching the tips of his thumbs and index fingers together. He peered at them through the center of the
Triangle. THE MESSIAH and KELLY looked at Iranian 2 making the symbol.
THE MESSIAH (to KELLY): The sign of the Illuminati; their all-seeing eye, their vision; their Pineal
gland connection to the Universal Subconscious - powered by our media-programmed collective
conscious. He is flashing the sign of mental slavery; mental enslavement into the demonic reality of the
Illuminati.
KELLY (sighing, overwhelmed): I have many things to take care of. The eye of Ra watches from
everywhere. Even if we stop them this time, they are patient.
THE MESSIAH: They have been here for thousands of years. They channel demons. Their Global,
media-rhetoric is stronger than ever. But …
NORTH HOLLYWOOD
TRAIN STATION ENTRANCE
The sun was beginning to set and it was starting to turn dark and cool. The dry, San Fernando-valley wind
cut across Lankershim Boulevard and Chandler at the North Hollywood station as people anxiously stood
at the walk light waiting to cross Lankershim to the Orange Line station where an Orange Line bus made
ready to depart westward toward Van Nuys.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY reached the top of the escalator and stepped off and out into the crowd of
commuters that made their way in all different directions in and out of the domed station-entrance.
THE MESSIAH: Come on! I'm a mile from here.
THE MESSIAH took off running and KELLY half sprinted after her. Iranian 2 reached the top of the
escalator and stepped out. Iranian 2 looked around for KELLY and THE MESSIAH and spotted them
running across Lankershim Boulevard toward the Orange Line Metro Station.
Iranian 2, still in pain, took off running after them and ran through a busy intersection making cars stop,
honk their horns, and curse.
NORTH HOLLYWOOD
ORANGE LINE STATION
THE MESSIAH and KELLY sprinted across Lankershim, hopped the 16 inch curb up onto the
sidewalk, and ran through the Orange Line Station across the bus loop and out the other side onto
Chandler Blvd at the corner where the Fire Station sits across from Amelia Earhart Park. Iranian 2 came
running up to the Orange Line Station and stopped, out of breath, tired, holding his balls and stomach.
Iranian 2 put his hands on his knees and shook his head.
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IRANIAN 2 (to himself): I'll kill them.
He stood, readying himself to run after them.
IRANIAN 2 (screaming): I'll kill you, bitches!
Iranian 2 leaned forward and began a slow trot; he ran through the Orange Line Station and headed for
the Chandler Boulevard exit.
AMELIA EARHART PARK

The Sun was almost setting as THE MESSIAH and KELLY darted across the street from the Orange
Line Station. They hopped onto the sidewalk in front of Amelia Earhart/North Hollywood City Park and
ran up Chandler Street toward the 101 Overpass. THE MESSIAH and KELLY reached the Dumpsters
next to the skate park, before the 101 Overpass, and they hid behind them.
Several moments later, Iranian 2 came trotting past the dumpsters. KELLY reached out, grabbed Iranian
2 and swung him into the gravel and down onto the ground. Iranian 2 got up, ran at KELLY, faked a left
jab, and then threw a straight right that KELLY didn’t pick up in the dimming dusk-light; the straight right
punch slammed KELLY in the face, knocking her down.
THE MESSIAH charged at Iranian 2 but he grabbed her and threw her down to the ground. KELLY
hopped up and ran at Iranian 2 and did a Flying Front Kick into his chest. Iranian 2 rolled backward onto
the ground and then hopped to his feet.
THE MESSIAH came running from his blind side and punched Iranian 2 in the face, spinning Iranian 2
around. KELLY hit Iranian 2 with an overhand karate chop on the juggler vein as a finishing move
sending Iranian 2 into a moment of paralysis. Iranian 2 stumbled sideways, out on his feet from the
knockout chop. Iranian 2, punch drunk, unable to get his hands out in front of him fast enough, slammed
face-first into a dumpster and then fell to the ground, snapping his face forward and slamming into the
gravel lot, breaking his nose, chipping most of his front teeth, puncturing the skin of his forehead, and
filling his mouth with rocks and sand.
He quickly staggered to his feet, blood poured from his fucked up mouth and broken nose onto his shirt
and shoes; dripping fast. He was in a daze as he tried to get his balance. As he stumbled about, KELLY
wound up and hit Iranian 2 with an uppercut. As he fell backward, THE MESSIAH sprinted in and hit
Iranian 2 clean on the chin from the side, spinning him around and into the side of one of the seven
dumpsters. He hung onto the dumpster for a moment and then started to slide to the ground. KELLY
grabbed him, stood him upright, spun him around, and punched Iranian 2 square in the heart.
Iranian 2 grabbed at his chest and began having a heart attack. KELLY kicked him in the balls. Iranian 2
bent over. KELLY hit Iranian 2 with an uppercut in the heart again. Iranian 2 dropped to his knees with a
cold fixed stare; dead on his knees before he fell. KELLY hit Iranian 2 in the chest with a side fist.
KELLY jumped on his back and put him a choke. She held it for two minutes until he was sure the blood
was gone from his brain and his heart was no longer beating. The Sun set and it was pitch black except for
the lights coming from the park’s basketball and tennis courts as KELLY released her grip. Iranian 2 fell
on his face, dead.
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11875 MAGNOLIA BLVD

THE MESSIAH’S APARTMENT
KELLY and THE MESSIAH, holding her brown THC baggie, casually walked up the stairs to THE
MESSIAH’s apartment.
THE MESSIAH: The first commandment of the Georgia Guidestones is to maintain a global population
of five hundred million.
They entered the apartment and stepped into the living room. On the walls, pictures and plaques revealed
that among other things in the Department of Defense that THE MESSIAH was a former Special Forces
All Source Intelligence Officer/Analyst. KELLY stood in the middle of the living room looking around
the apartment.
KELLY: Georgia Guidestones?
KELLY walked over to the dining room table where THE MESSIAH stood and picked up a picture off
of the table that housed THE MESSIAH’s graduation certificate from Signals Intelligence school.
THE MESSIAH: Yes. The Georgia Guidestones are in the state of Georgia here in the United States.
That is where New World Order Eest will be located after the final cataclysm as ordained by Albert Pike.
A rich philanthropist operating under a pseudonym had this huge monument approved by the city council
and built for millions of dollars. They are the ten commandments of The New World Order. And
commandment one is to maintain a population of five hundred million people. Globally.
KELLY: That means they must kill six and a half billion people.
THE MESSIAH: I’m glad someone finally understands what I am saying.
THE MESSIAH turned and waked down the hallway that led to her bedroom. She placed the brown
baggie on the corner at the foot of the bed. She picked up the remote, sat on the floor at the foot of the
bed, and clicked on the television.
Back out in the living, KELLY put the certificate down on the table next to a framed picture of THE
MESSIAH wearing a Class-A Army uniform and looked at it for a few moments and then looked over at
the hallway into which THE MESSIAH disappeared.
THE MESSIAH’S BEDROOM

KELLY entered the bedroom and saw THE MESSIAH sitting on the floor in front of the TV. KELLY
observed the room.
KELLY: Your bedroom looks like a hotel.
THE MESSIAH chuckled softly. KELLY walked to the head of the bed and noticed the padded
headboard. She reached out and placed her left hand on the pad.
KELLY: Nice padded headboard. Freak.
THE MESSIAH looked over her right shoulder at KELLY and smiled. Then returned her attention back
on the television. KELLY picked a framed intelligence certificate off of the night stand and looked at it.
THE MESSIAH: Come here. Look at this.

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KELLY: Huh?
KELLY put the frame down and climbed onto the bed and laid on her stomach facing the TV.
THE MESSIAH: Here is the commercial for my book that is running.
The Book-Commercial played.
COMMERCIAL NARRATOR (V.O.): What if a government intelligence analyst from the pentagon is
forced to save mankind from extinction and the world from destruction but first she must evolve into
THE MESSIAH and create the plan to save the world. The twenty first century THE MESSIAH arrives,
battles dark forces, and sparks the Armageddon that leads to the apocalypse, rapture, twenty twelve pole
shift, and extraterrestrial contact. Buy the book today by Veronica Russell at Amazon or Barnes and
Noble. The Second Coming of THE MESSIAH. Book one. The awakening.
KELLY climbed down off of the bed and sat down on the floor next to THE MESSIAH. KELLY stared
ahead with a serious look of intensity, in deep thought.
KELLY: We have twenty six hours left for the world to read your book; then begins … ends … World
War Three.
THE MESSIAH: We can stop it.
KELLY (second guessing herself): If I am going to escape, then I must leave tonight. I have no green card
or fake I.D. They shut me down. I have to go to Tijuana now.
KELLY stood up to leave and started walking toward the door.
THE MESSIAH: Will you marry me?
KELLY turned and stared incredulously at THE MESSIAH.
THE MESSIAH: With our Marriage license you will have pending citizen status. You can go anywhere.
As KELLY spoke she slowly stepped close to THE MESSIAH with each sentence.
KELLY: To hell with Marriage and Admiralty law. How about we have a kick-asshole-bachelor-party? Kill
those Iranian stooges? Deactivate the bomb, save the world with your book, and have a few fuck-fights
along the way?
THE MESSIAH: You know what's better than fuck-fighting?
KELLY and THE MESSIAH stared at each other. Then, together, as if they both knew the punch line to
the same joke, they seductively and simultaneously whispered, "Drunk fuck fighting."
KELLY stood face to face with THE MESSIAH. The sexual tension built. THE MESSIAH reached onto
the bed and grabbed the brown paper baggie and pulled out two THC Jolly Ranchers.
THE MESSIAH: I have a surprise.

KELLY: I love surprises.
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THE MESSIAH revealed the two Jolly Ranchers in her hand. THE MESSIAH removed the two jolly
ranchers from their prescription package.
KELLY: There is little time before they detonate the bomb. Just one more day, and they get married;
their silly code.
THE MESSIAH (British accent): Isn't it queer how, whether marriage is for war or for love, it equates to
identity-suicide?
THE MESSIAH held up a Jolly Rancher in front of KELLY’s mouth.
THE MESSIAH: Tonight we have our bachelor party; tomorrow night we give them theirs.
THE MESSIAH put a Jolly Rancher in KELLY’s mouth and then put the other in her own mouth.
KELLY: Once again, to hell with marriage. The date is significant. Weishaupt's illuminati use numbers
and ceremonies to evoke powerful spirits and to give them dark energy and power.
THE MESSIAH stared into KELLY’s eyes.
KELLY: These bastards like to do three things.
KELLY took THE MESSIAH's hand.
KELLY: Kill.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH pressed their bodies against each other.
KELLY: Fight.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH embraced and stood nose to nose.
KELLY: And fuck.
KELLY put her right hand on THE MESSIAH's left cheek.
KELLY: We waltz in.
KELLY put her right cheek to THE MESSIAH's right cheek, hugged her tight, and whispered in her ear.
KELLY: We tempt them.
THE MESSIAH closed her eyes. KELLY ran her hand down THE MESSIAH's back and squeezed her
butt.
KELLY (grinding her hips into THE MESSIAH’s): And we beat them.
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KELLY grabbed THE MESSIAH's hair tugged on it, pulling THE MESSIAH's head back; exposing her
long, lean, neck.
THE MESSIAH (throaty and animal-like): Ahhhh!!!
KELLY puts her nose up to THE MESSIAH's neck, took a deep breath, and growled.
KELLY (growling): …to death!
KELLY and THE MESSIAH passionately kissed and fell back onto the bed.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Trannies and a Gay Wedding
UNIVERSAL CITY METRO STATION
RED-LINE TRAIN
A couple of hours later, darkness arrived with the cool & dry, Los Angeles, night-air and KELLY waited
on the departure of the Metro-train dressed in a black tuxedo, donning a red & black satin fedora hat, a
matching red and black striped tie & pocket kerchief, and black dress shoes. THE MESSIAH stood
facing her dressed up like Marilyn Monroe; wearing a white dress, holding a white handbag, and sporting a
big blond wig, bright red lips, & a mole on her cheek.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY stood in the packed-to-capacity-subway-car among a CROWD OF

PARTYGOERS, all dressed in an array of styles, all in their own world, in couples, in groups, a mix of all
looks, tattoos, piercings, skirts that tempt, transvestites, metrosexuals, heterosexuals, bisexuals, trysexuals,
transsexuals, and homosexuals, all ready to get their party on. Also scattered throughout the train was an
array of street-filthy, sick, mentally ill, homeless-people sitting in their own urine-stained cold-weather wear
and holding dirty bags of their precious belongings.
It was loud on the train with a lot of chatter. Passengers settled in and the train doors closed. The train
made a loud screeching sound and then slowly started to creep down the track into the dark tunnel and
toward Hollywood Boulevard.
THE MESSIAH: Have you ever walked with the bitches on Santa Monica and Highland?
ANNOUNCER (V.O.): The next stop is Hollywood Highland station; home of Grauman's Chinese
Theatre, the Dolby Theatre, and the Hollywood Bowl.
KELLY: I've passed them on the way to West Hollywood. But I can't say that I have walked with them.
THE MESSIAH: Can you imagine a more perfect wedding march down the aisle of Santa Monica
Boulevard into West Hollywood; us walking with the bitches?
KELLY: Are they ready for this?
KELLY danced a little fighter's dance and threw a low jab combination down at the floor. THE
MESSIAH shoved KELLY off balance. KELLY gave a little slap across THE MESSIAH's cheek. THE
MESSIAH pointed at KELLY.
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THE MESSIAH (sternly): Save it for West Hollywood.
METRO STATION RED LINE

HOLLYWOOD BLVD AND HIGHLAND AVE
THE MESSIAH and KELLY walked among a crowd of people toward the up-escalator that leads to
Hollywood Boulevard. As THE MESSIAH and KELLY approached the rolling first-step, the sounds of
Hollywood Boulevard, 20 feet above filled the chamber of tile below at the foot of the escalator. A loud,
driving, drum-beat thumped down from the top of the Escalator. THE MESSIAH and KELLY boarded
the up-escalator and began their ascent to Hollywood Boulevard. They looked into each other’s eyes as
the noise on Hollywood Boulevard became louder.
KELLY: You said, 'control over our body.' How do you mean?
THE MESSIAH: You gotta read the book. It's the sequel to the bible. Step-one in THE MESSIAH's plan
for the humans to retake the planet from the demon-possessed-Illuminati, Reptilians, and the Draconians
is for each human to secure control of their Certificates of Live Birth, which are held by international
bankers as a negotiable instrument and surety against trillions of dollars of international debt. And see, the
United States is actually a Corporation that is POSING as a Government. So, once you hold title to your
SELF, nobody can control your human vessel because you hold title to it. You then cannot legally be
arrested by those stooges that call themselves “police officers”.
KELLY: But I have a birth certificate.
THE MESSIAH: Precisely. That is just a certificate, which was issued to you by the only authority who
can issue a certificate, that being the actual title holder; your birth-STATE. And the Governor of your
state sells your Certificate of Live Birth onto the International Banking Market. And in turn gives you a
certificate, saying, "Yep, this is the poor bastard we can haul off to jail to pay her debt to society."
The drum beat grew louder as they reached the top and arrived at a noisy and pedestrian/tourist-busy
Hollywood Boulevard.
HOLLYWOOD BLVD AND HIGHLAND AVE METRO ENTRANCE

KELLY and THE MESSIAH stepped out onto Hollywood Boulevard and looked at the sights and
sounds of people all over crowding the sidewalk in front of the Dolby Theatre, the Hard Rock Café, and
Grauman’s Chinese Theater taking pictures with men and women dressed up like movie and TV
characters. There were at least three people dressed like Spiderman. There was a Johnny Depp from
Pirates of the Caribbean, a Chewbacca from Star Wars, a Wonder Woman, a Michael Jackson, a guy
painted in gold doing the robot to disco, three different Transformers, a Red Power Ranger, two guys
dressed like Superman, a Charlie Chaplain, a Batman and Robin, and a dwarf body-builder.
Directly opposite the top of the escalator, right at the edge of the sidewalk on Hollywood Blvd., an
AFRICAN AMERICAN WITH DREADLOCKS in his twenties played his drum sticks against a Plastic
Bucket. He had a Bowl of Money in front of him and when someone would walk by and look at him
playing he would stop and hold one beat with one stick and point the other stick at the passerby and
heckle the pedestrian until he came over and put money in his bucket. Then he would continue and fill
the corner with his thumping drum beat that brought Hollywood Blvd to life at the corner of Hollywood
and Highland. Some pedestrians watched; a lot of Foot Traffic passed by.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH turned right, off of the escalator and began walking west toward the Hard
Rock Café among the mix of Costumed Characters and Tourists who were getting their pictures taken
with them. A couple of Policy Enforcers, also known as “Police Officers”, leaned up against their squad
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car, in their U.S. Corporation-issued POLICE costumes, with their dangerous weapons at their sides,
sipping coffee and looking for more victims to hold at gunpoint while they forced them to sign illegal
contracts/citations against their will. Policy Enforcers are the worst criminals on the planet – they are
dishonorable human beings and must return their costumes/uniforms & guns and rejoin the human race.
THE MESSIAH: That certificate is your berth into Admiralty law. It makes a corporation out of you.
Your vessel can be arrested and hauled away as the surety for that corporation. Step two; they can take
your car because you don't hold the M.S.O. - the manufacturer’s statement of origin. Step three; they can
take your home because you don't hold the Grant Deed.
Two Lesbians walked by holding hands.
KELLY: So the world takes back ownership or control over everything? No longer can they arrest you,
tow your car, or throw you out of your house and into the streets?
An African American Male and a heavy set Caucasian female leaned up against the side of the Hard Rock
Café kissing and sharing a joint.
THE MESSIAH: Beautiful; you got it. Then, once we have control over those things, we dis-enroll from
the global military industrial complex by tearing up our national I D cards or what we Americans call,
Social Security Cards.
KELLY & THE MESSIAH began walking arm-in-arm. A group of hip and trendy gay males walked by.
THE MESSIAH: Then we burn all currency and bankrupt the Rothschilds’ Federal Reserve Banks,
which is a private company and not part of the United States Corporation, which as I said before is posing
as a government. The word Government literally translates into ControlMind. So, the monetary system
evaporates. And that leads us into a Thousand Years of peace, without the limitation that is caused by a
fiat currency system.
KELLY: The sequel to the bible, huh?
KELLY and THE MESSIAH walked past the west end of the Hard Rock Cafe.
ARMENIAN SMOKE SHOP

HOLLYWOOD BLVD
The door was standing wide open and the smoke shop was empty of customers and employees. THE
MESSIAH and KELLY entered.
KELLY: What are we doing here?

THE MESSIAH: I'll tell you what we're doing here. (Agitated) I like walking around Hollywood. I like
walking up and down Hollywood Boulevard, Sunset Boulevard, Melrose, Beverly, and especially Santa
Monica Boulevard. I like getting off of the train at Highland, walking down the hill to Santa Monica
Boulevard, turning right and then walking down to Pink Taco and getting a big, fat-ass burrito. I love
burritos. I've been walking everywhere since I moved here from D.C. and I love it.
KELLY: Okay?
THE MESSIAH (angry): I walked with the bitches on Santa Monica Boulevard once before; on a late,
late, Saturday night. I found out about them the hard way. I didn't have any weed for them to smoke. This
is before I got my prescription. And this one bitch tried to fight me because I didn't have weed on me; big,
black, she-male, bitch.
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The SMOKE SHOP OWNER, Armenian, Male, 30s, entered from the back of the shop. He smiled very
nicely at KELLY and THE MESSIAH.
SMOKE SHOP OWNER: How are you, my friends?
He stopped and planted his feet, put his fists on his hips, smiled broad, and then walked over to them.
THE MESSIAH: Great. Thank you. (to KELLY) So, I'm bringing Big Bertha her … his smoke. (to the
Smoke Shop Owner) Do you have Salvia?
SMOKE SHOP OWNER: Yes we do. The strongest stuff you can get.
THE MESSIAH: Perfect. One bag please?
SMOKE SHOP OWNER: Okee dokee.
The Smoke Shop Owner walked around to the other side of the shop.
THE MESSIAH: They don’t sell Salvia in the Dispensaries.

KELLY: Salvia? You're going to smoke the Santa Monica Bitch out with Salvia and then fight her?
THE MESSIAH: There's no fighting on Salvia. Her … his whole reality will change. There's no fighting on
Salvia. Ha Ha Ha.
The Smoke Shop Owner returned with a pill-bottle of Salvia.
KELLY: I've heard of Salvia. What does it do to you? Hallucinations?

THE MESSIAH: The first time I did it, I was in a hotel room in Carlsbad, California at a government
sponsored systems administration course for the SQL backbone of a Special Operations centralized
intelligence database of which I was the data manager. I googled the smoke shop at the beachside in
Carlsbad. Went back to my hotel room and sat on this long L-shaped couch. I sat right in the corner. On
TV, the national anthem for game one of the World Series was just kicking off with a huge orchestra at the
stadium. I smoked a big long hit of Salvia and held my breath as instructed, for sixty seconds. Sixty
seconds. Try holding your breath for sixty seconds. I had my watch on and I was looking at it and holding
my breath and counting down. Then I feel this tingling sensation at the very back of my head.
THE MESSIAH grabbed KELLY by the head and man handled her a little and pressed on the spot
where she felt it. KELLY shoved THE MESSIAH into the counter.
SMOKE SHOP OWNER: Hey, hey, please! Huh. Guys! Please. Not in the store.
KELLY: My apologies. So continue with this fascinating, Salvia-story.
THE MESSIAH: So, I’m still holding my breath. And the burning sensation begins to tingle through my
whole body and I begin to shrink, as the orchestra's rendition of the National Anthem penetrated my
entire universe. I shrink down and disappear into the corner of the couch and I reappear in a red,
pulsating cocoon. Now, when I left this reality, I was still holding my breath, but now I'm rotating around
like a rotisserie chicken in a red, like, vagina slash cement mixer. It's red, like lava, and pulsating. I don’t
know if I’m even breathing. For a moment I thought I had gone too far and died and was now in this
freaking rotisserie hell. But I gathered myself and thought, 'Okay! No problem! Just ride this out. If I’m
alive, I’ll be back to reality in about ten minutes.' So I rode it out and continued rotating in this lava vagina.
Then slowly I reappeared and grew back to normal size on the couch, just in time for the first pitch of the
World Series.
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KELLY: No; there is no fighting on Salvia.
HOLLYWOOD BLVD AND HIGHLAND AVE CROSSWALK

THE MESSIAH and KELLY stood on the north east corner of Highland avenue waiting to cross
Hollywood Boulevard and walk down Highland to Santa Monica Boulevard where they would face-off
against the Transvestites, who own and operate the corner of Highland and Santa Monica. They stood
waiting for the “Don’t Walk”-light to change to “Walk”.
THE MESSIAH: The Santa Monica Bitches have no idea what is about to go down.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY walked a few steps to the edge of the curb, waiting to cross. They enjoyed a
moment of silence.
KELLY: My sister's husband had turned into a real pig; a dirty beast.
The light changed and THE MESSIAH and KELLY stepped off of the curb and into the crosswalk and
began to walk south, arm-in-arm, among a group of pedestrians out for a night on the town.
KELLY: At every family party, this big, fat animal shows up and eats everything without care for the
others. He gets very drunk and makes terrible remarks about the family. He passes out on their bed and
makes a mess.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY reached the other side of the crosswalk and stepped up onto the south-side
curb of Hollywood Boulevard and began to make their way down Highland Avenue toward Santa Monica
Boulevard.
THE WAX MUSEUM HIGHLAND AVE

THE MESSIAH and KELLY slowly strolled past the Wax Museum Entrance.
KELLY: I could no longer stand it. At the next family-party I made a whole tray of his favorite chocolate
brownies and filled it with one hundred adult doses of chocolate laxative.
THE MESSIAH started laughing a THC-high laugh. She stopped and bent over laughing hysterical.
KELLY: I know. Funny, right? Thirty seven dollars in laxatives.
THE MESSIAH laughed harder and was bent over hysterical and couldn’t catch her breath. She was
hysterical, high, and staggering.
KELLY: Wow. Look at you. You're a mess. We're going to save the world?
THE MESSIAH fell down on her butt, hysterical. She rolled over and started crawling around on her
knees, laughing and shaking her head and making a scene of herself. KELLY reached down with a hand.
THE MESSIAH grabbed it and stood up.
THE MESSIAH (laughing): How's that Jolly Rancher treating you?

KELLY: It's all over my body.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH continued walking.
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KELLY: So, I kept the brownies in the oven until he arrived.
THE MESSIAH started laughing hysterical and put her hands on her knees and talked herself down.
THE MESSIAH: Okay. Okay. I've got it.
THE MESSIAH stood.
THE MESSIAH: Wow! Okay. Go ahead. (Like Marilyn Monroe to Kennedy) Tell me your exlax story
Mister President. Hahahahaha.
They both laughed.
KELLY: The government is selling this crazy ass shit, huh?

THE MESSIAH (Scottish accent): That Marijuana's no joke. Those fucking jolly ranchers put me right
over the fuckin' edge. Now finish your fuckin' story about your fat, fuckin', brother-in-law for fuck's sake.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY continued strolling down Highland Avenue toward Santa Monica Blvd. and
away from the Hollywood Hill.
KELLY: When he arrived at the party I took the brownies from the oven and passed in front of him. He
asked if he could eat the entire tray. I said, of course there are many more coming. He ate the entire one
hundred dose tray in ten minutes.
THE MESSIAH started laughing.
KELLY: Ten minutes. What a pig. A sloth. A glutton. Several hours later he had disappeared. They
found him on the side of the road, passed out, barely breathing, covered in his own shit and piss. Covered
in shit and piss. They said that amount of laxative had emptied his entire intestinal tract. They estimated it
to be seventy pounds of fecal matter.
THE MESSIAH laughed.
KELLY: Passed out; nearly dead from dehydration. He never attended another party. My sister still will
not talk to me.
They walked in a moment of silence.
KELLY: You know. He's kept off the seventy pounds.
THE MESSIAH fell down laughing.
HIGHLAND AVE AND SANTA MONICA BLVD

Seven minutes later, that same evening, KELLY and THE MESSIAH approached the corner of Big
Bertha’s den of transvestites and wacky Johns in the Honey Pot parking lot on the north east corner. A
couple of Transvestites leaned on the northbound 156 bus stop stand. Another leaned against the donut
shop, texting, wearing a multi-colored space outfit. A 6ft 6inch brunette Transvestite sauntered toward a
john on the corner and yelled out, “Hey baby, don’t be afraid!”
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THE MESSIAH: Walking with the bitches. Here we go.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH slowly approached the 156-bus-stand. Santa Monica Bitch 1 [SMB 1], tall,
thin and African American, immediately responded to the invasion.
SMB 1: Uh oh. What ya'll pussy bitches doin' here? Uh uuuuuuh. (Waiving his finger at THE
MESSIAH) Didn't Big Bertha tell yo ass not to come back here no mo? You need to go homo.
SMB 2: That’s right. And if you aint homo then you need to go home.
SMB 1: That’s right! Go home or go homo.
BIG BERTHA, large male, transvestite, and African American. S/He was standing in a parking space in
front of the Honey Pot talking in the window of a car to a John. The girls caught his attention and he stood
up and looked at Kelly and The Messiah.
BIG BERTHA: What the? Oh, hell no.
BIG BERTHA came marching up in his dress and high heels.
BIG BERTHA: Oh hell no! Hell no! What I told that pussy bitch last time? Hell no!
Big Bertha closed in on THE MESSIAH and shoved her into the street. KELLY jumped in front of Big
Bertha.
KELLY: Wait! She brought your weed. You said to bring weed in order to pass through to West
Hollywood. Did you not?
THE MESSIAH stood on the edge of the sidewalk, ready to fight.
BIG BERTHA: Shut up pussy bitch! I aint mother fuckin' talking to you! After I kick this pussy bitch's ass,
I'm gonna kick yo pussy bitch ass! (to THE MESSIAH) Where's my weed, pussy bitch? You got my
weed?
THE MESSIAH: I got your weed Big Bertha. That's why I came.
THE MESSIAH opened her purse and reached in. SANTA MONICA BITCH 3 came from the Honey
Pot area where Big Bertha came from and approached the scene.
THE MESSIAH (talking like a home-girl): I gots enough weed for all y'all niggaz. We gonna make peace.
THE MESSIAH reached into her purse and pulled out a marijuana prescription Pill Bottle that she had
filled with Salvia.
BIG BERTHA: You god damn right you gonna make peace. I see you pussy bitches around here without
weed, you gonna be in big trouble. I aint playin' with you … (sarcastic) Niiigggahhh !!!
Each Transvestite pulled out their own pipe from their purse.
THE MESSIAH loaded their pipes with Salvia.
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SANTA MONICA BITCH 1: Hell yeah! Fill that muthuh fuckah up! Don't be shy!
THE MESSIAH filled all of their pipes. Big Bertha grabbed the Pill Bottle of Salvia from THE
MESSIAH.
BIG BERTHA: Gimmie that, pussy bitch. You aint leavin' here with my weed.
THE MESSIAH: Of course, Big Bertha, whatever you say.
Each Transvestite lit their pipe and smoked it all down; three, four hits each. They held their breath. The
Salvia had not hit them yet but it would in about ten seconds. Big Bertha held her/his breath on a final hit
from the pipe. THE MESSIAH stepped up to Big Bertha and got right in his face. THE MESSIAH
pointed her finger in Big Bertha's face and yelled at Big Bertha.
THE MESSIAH: How do you like me now? That weed's the shit, aint it?
Big Bertha stumbled unsteadily. Her/His eyes became fixed on images in another dimension. Big Bertha
stumbled some more and slowly dropped to his knees.
BIG BERTHA: Oh nooo! What have you done? You evil wenches.
KELLY: Hello ladies. Or should I say dudes? Is that right? Dudes?
(to THE MESSIAH): They are dudes, aren't they?
One by one, the Santa Monica Bitches stumbled around and dropped to the ground on their asses and
backs, laughing, moaning incoherently, yelling out, "Help!" "Help!" "Come over here." "Oh no!" “What is
happening?!” ‘Look!”
THE MESSIAH: Dudes who are afraid of pussy.
THE MESSIAH walked over to Big Bertha who was kneeling face down on the ground rocking back and
forth and playing with imaginary things in front of his face and not saying anything.
THE MESSIAH took the Pill Bottle of Salvia from Big Bertha.
THE MESSIAH: I'm not done with this, yet.
THE MESSIAH walked up to KELLY and cradled her arm. They began to skip away.
THE MESSIAH (sung to the tune of, We're Off to See the Wizard):
We're off to see
West Hollywood
Where homosexuality
Fills the air
Because because
Because because
It's West Hollywood!
THE MESSIAH and KELLY laughed and ran West on Santa Monica Blvd, across the Highland
Crosswalk at Santa Monica and Highland Avenue. The Santa Monica Bitches continued to writhe around
in a Salvia high.
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BIG BERTHA: What is this?!!! What is happening to me? Ahhh!
THE FIG AND OLIVE RESTAURANT

WEST HOLLYWOOD, CA
A little while later, KELLY and THE MESSIAH walked along Melrose Place and N. La Cienega Blvd.
They entered The Fig and Olive Restaurant and then entered the Bar area. GAY AND STRAIGHT
MALE AND FEMALE COUPLES watched KELLY and THE MESSIAH walk to the bar and take a
seat. The BARTENDER AT THE FIG nonchalantly looked at them and then tossed a couple of napkins
onto the bar in front of them, smiled, and then took a breath in preparation to ask them what he could get
them to drink; but KELLY interrupted him before he could get the words out of his mouth.
KELLY: Two shots of Stoli, God dammit! Two dirty Absolut martinis straight up, and two Heineken
drafts, please.
The Bartender stared at KELLY for a moment and then began preparing the drinks in front of them.
THE MESSIAH (to KELLY): I was going to get a Michelada.

KELLY: Get what you like. That was for me.
THE MESSIAH: I see where this is going. Three Micheladas, please.
BARTENDER AT THE FIG: Comin’ right up.
A GAY MALE about 30 years young approached them.
GAY MALE (to THE MESSIAH): I love your Marilyn. You're so gorgeous.
GAY MALE hugged THE MESSIAH.
THE MESSIAH: Thank you, sweetie.

GAY MALE (to KELLY): And you. Oh. If you were only a real man, I would eat you alive. Mm.
KELLY: How about I eat you alive?
GAY MALE: Oh, honey! I tried that and it just didn't do it for me. Your door swings both ways, huh?
KELLY: My door is unhinged.
THE MESSIAH: Un fucking hinged.
KELLY slapped THE MESSIAH across the cheek.
BARTENDER AT THE FIG: Hey! Whoa! Ladies!
THE MESSIAH smacked KELLY across the cheek.

The Bartender stopped pouring the drinks as restaurant patrons craned their necks to see what was going
on.
BARTENDER AT FIG: Hey! I said, whoa, ladies! None of that in here. This is West Hollywood. Go
walk with the Bitches if you want to start that shit.
KELLY turned to the bar and slammed her shots, one and then two. Then KELLY gulped down a
Martini and grabbed the other. At the same time THE MESSIAH guzzled down a Michelada and then
reached for another and started chugging that one too.
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GAY MALE: Oh my God, ladies! Where's the fire? My goodness.
KELLY slammed her fist on the bar.
KELLY (in Russian): Shut up, sissy!
KELLY slapped Gay Male hard across the cheek.
GAY MALE: Ahhh!
Gay Male spun around.
GAY MALE: Oh my goodness!

BARTENDER AT FIG: All right! That's it! Get the fuck out of here!
KELLY grabbed a Heineken and started to guzzle it down.

THE MESSIAH grabbed her third Michelada and began to chug it.
BARTENDER AT FIG: I said, “get the fuck out of here!’
The Gay Male regained his composure.
THE MESSIAH (to Gay Male, Scottish accent): Sweetie. Tonight is our fake bachelor party for our fake
marriage. Will you fake marry us for fuck's sake.
Gay Male was so honored he began to get teary eyed and hopped up and down like an excited child.
GAY MALE: Ohhhh! Yes! Yes!
GAY MALE’S HOUSE

Sweetzer Avenue - WEHO
KELLY, THE MESSIAH, and GAY MALE stood in the kitchen. Gay Male faced KELLY and THE
MESSIAH who faced each other like a bride and groom. The clock in the kitchen read 4:20 am.
GAY MALE: I now pronounce you, "A pair of crazy bitches." You crazy bitches may kiss.
KELLY and THE MESSIAH got really close to each other. Lips almost touching. Gay Male looked on
intensely. They slowly got closer to their lips touching. The silence was broken when Gay Male whispered
in anticipation.
GAY MALE: Come on. Do it already.
THE MESSIAH grabbed KELLY by the throat and slammed her up against the refrigerator. KELLY
smacked THE MESSIAH across the cheek.
GAY MALE: Hey! Cut the shit!
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KELLY grabbed THE MESSIAH by the arm, swung her across the kitchen and into the wall with a loud
bang; her left shoulder dented the drywall. They ran at each other.
GAY MALE: [freaking out] Stop it! Not in my house!
FADE TO BLACK.
GLASS BREAKING. THINGS CRASHING & BANGING AROUND.

From outside the ruckus echoed throughout the neighborhood.
GAY MALE (screaming): I said stop it! Please!
The front door swung open and KELLY and THE MESSIAH, laughing, stumbled out of the house onto
the doorstep and then out on to the path that led up to the sidewalk.
GAY MALE (yelling at them): You crazy bitches!!!
Gay Male slammed the door shut. THE MESSIAH and KELLY skipped arm in arm, out to the sidewalk.
GAY MALE: God dammit! Fucking bitches!
The sound of frustrated glass breaking in Gay Male’s house rang out through the windows and into the
California morning. THE MESSIAH and KELLY stopped and looked at each other. THE MESSIAH
bowed to KELLY.
THE MESSIAH: Good morning to you, Missus Crazy Bitch.
KELLY bowed to THE MESSIAH.
KELLY: Top of the morning to you, Misses Crazy Bitch.

THE MESSIAH: Have you seen your wonderful new crazy bitch; Missus Crazy Bitch?
KELLY grabbed THE MESSIAH by the back of the head trying to pull her in and kiss her hard on the
lips. THE MESSIAH fought off KELLY’s kiss.
KELLY: Aren't you my wonderful crazy bitch, the lovely Misses Crazy Bitch.
KELLY tried to kiss THE MESSIAH.
THE MESSIAH: No!
THE MESSIAH slapped KELLY across the face. They staggered away laughing.
GAY MALE: [screaming] You crazy bitches!!!
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CHAPTER NINE
Carnal Trinity, Kill the Iranians.
THE MESSIAH’S APARTMENT

11875 Magnolia Blvd - NOHO
The next afternoon the apartment was trashed. KELLY and THE MESSIAH lay naked in the middle of
the living room floor, next to each other. THE MESSIAH lying on her back and KELLY lying on her
stomach. SEVERAL OTHER NAKED MEN AND WOMEN lay around the apartment.
THE MESSIAH woke up, looking at the ceiling. She sat up and looked around the apartment and then
over her shoulder at the clock on the wall next to the poster of her book, The Second Coming of the
Messiah, Book 1 – The Awakening. The clock read 4:20 PM
THE MESSIAH: Shit.
THE MESSIAH slapped KELLY on the ass.
THE MESSIAH: Time to save the world.
THE MESSIAH’S BEDROOM

A little while later, after clearing out their orgy-guests, KELLY and THE MESSIAH sat in front of the
Computer looking at a Google Map of Hollywood and Vine.
KELLY: The Iranian suicide bomber cell is at the Vibe hotel on Hollywood Boulevard; four blocks south
of Vine.
THE MESSIAH: East of Vine.
KELLY: No. That is south.
THE MESSIAH: No, it's east.
KELLY: Well, whatever the fuck! Crazy ass town was not built on straight lines, I'll tell you that much!
And that is south. So shut the fuck up.
THE MESSIAH: Whatever you say?
KELLY: At the Vibe hotel, there are five of them. Well, there were five of them. I killed two of them who
were at the Laurel Canyon safehouse. Weishaupt used the number five in illuminati rituals. Tonight, at
five hours to detonation, the supporting mosque is sending them three virgins. I think I know who one is
but I have not had contact with the other.
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THE MESSIAH: So they get Virgins before their mission? They really believe that Virgin shit?
KELLY: It's institutionalized into their thinking.
THE MESSIAH: There are three of them? I'd feel better if we had another crazy bitch with us.
HOLLYWOOD BLVD AND HIGHLAND AVE METRO ENTRANCE

THE MESSIAH and KELLY stepped off of the escalator into the cool night California air and leisurely
walked the Hollywood Boulevard night-time experience, with all of the noise of chatter, music, and movie
characters. THE MESSIAH and KELLY strolled in front of The Hard Rock Café and made their way to
the front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Tourists, locals, and characters shuffled about around
Grauman’s Chinese Theatre and the famous hand prints in the courtyard.
THE MESSIAH and KELLY crossed Hollywood Blvd from Grauman’s and walked over to Hooters,
where a stream of pedestrians jammed the sidewalk. KELLY and THE MESSIAH concluded their mini-
date/vacation by enjoying the sights and sounds for a few moments; they spied a man with no hands,
holding an empty beer bottle between his wrist-stumps as he pointed the bottle at cars stopped at the light
and pretended he was firing a machine gun at them. Then he begged for money from the drivers as pay
for his incredulous show. KELLY and THE MESSIAH looked at each other, chuckled softly at the
scene, slightly shook their heads, and then they entered Hooters.
HOOTERS
HOLLYWOOD BLVD & HIGHLAND AVE
KELLY and THE MESSIAH walked the twenty feet to the elevated, glass case of merchandise that also
doubled as the Hooters hostess stand where HOOTERS HOSTESS was standing.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Oh my goodness! You've returned.

KELLY: We need your help.
THE VIBE HOTEL

HOLLYWOOD BLVD
Half an hour later; KELLY and THE MESSIAH, eagerly awaiting the word, stood beneath the vertical,
15-foot-tall, Hollywood sign that is affixed to the sidewalk directly across from the Vibe Hotel on the north
side of Hollywood Boulevard, 50 yards west of N Bronson Ave. After a moment, Hooters Hostess exited
the Vibe Hotel front entrance; a secure glass door to the east of the drive-through gate. She trotted across
the street to beat a few oncoming cars and then slowed to a quick walk and settled up to KELLY and
THE MESSIAH.
THE MESSIAH: What’s the word?

HOOTERS HOSTESS: The word is, Legs. Spread the Word.
The three of them laughed.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: They’re in room 216.

THE MESSIAH: 216 equals the beast; Satan. Two plus one is three. And then there is the six. That is
three sixes. The sign of the beast.
KELLY: Yes. The Beast, indeed. It’s show time.
KELLY, THE MESSIAH, and HOOTERS HOSTESS turned toward the Vibe Hotel, stepped off of the
curb into the street, and calmly walked across Hollywood Boulevard; traffic stopped for them in both
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directions. They were in the zone and walked across the street in a moment of silence that was eventually
broken by KELLY.
KELLY: That’s correct, right? “Show time?” That’s what you say, right? It’s Show time?
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Yes dear. It’s definitely show time.
They reached the other side of the street among a chorus of whistles from male and female party goers
passing by in cars, and walked through the entrance into the interior parking lot of the Vibe Hotel and
toward room 216.
THE VIBE HOTEL

ROOM 216
KELLY, THE MESSIAH, and Hooters Hostess stood in front of the door; waiting for it to open.
KELLY: Door-kill.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Dangit! I was just about to call that. Dangit!
THE MESSIAH: Door-kill?
HOOTERS HOSTESS: She gets to kill whoever opens the door.
THE MESSIAH looked at Hooters Hostess, wondering. The door opened and IRANIAN 3 stood there
smiling. KELLY extended the back of her hand for a kiss.
KELLY: Hello, you lucky devil.
Iranian 3 took KELLY's hand and kissed it.
IRANIAN 3 (excited): Hello ladies. Come in.
KELLY, THE MESSIAH, and HOOTERS HOSTESS entered the hotel room and Iranian 3 closed the
door behind them. Inside the hotel room IRANIAN 4 stood there looking nervous. There was no other
Iranian [IRANIAN 5] in the room. Hooters Hostess made a quiet mental note to herself, “Two out of
three aint bad.” KELLY led Iranian 3 by the hand toward the center of the small hotel room.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Are these our lucky bachelors?

IRANIAN 4: In five hours, we will get married and go to paradise.
IRANIAN 3: Of course we still have paradise here.
THE MESSIAH: Where is our other lucky Bachelor?
IRANIAN 3: With the wedding planner. Getting his tuxedo fitted. He has been to paradise today; at the
eleventh hour.
Iranian 4 looked nervous with a light sweat building on his forehead. Hooters Hostess took his hand.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Are you okay, baby?

THE MESSIAH: Maybe he is afraid of marriage?
HOOTERS HOSTESS (overly sexy, rubbing his chest): I can cure you of your fear, baby.
IRANIAN 4: You are not a Virgin!
Hooters Hostess love slapped Iranian 4 in the face and laughed. They all laughed as if it was fun, rough,
sex play; except for Iranian 4 who remained serious.
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IRANIAN 4 (to Iranian 3, serious): She is not a Virgin!
KELLY grabbed Iranian 3 by the dick but he angrily swept away her hand.
IRANIAN 3: Oh! Wa! Are you not a Virgin? What is it with you, huh? A virgin does not do such things.
KELLY: Oh! I'm so sorry.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: (to Iranian 3): Did you not get the word?
IRANIAN 3: The word?
HOOTERS HOSTESS (to Iranian): Yes! The word is legs. We're here to spread the word.
The girls laughed.
THE MESSIAH: I love that joke. I’m using it.
The humorous moment evaporated quickly and KELLY got very serious; rage building within her; her
heart pounding with anger.
KELLY (fierce): I am here because of a word. Remember? Soldiers of Allah! What is your word? Is it
Jihad? You want to know my word. It is, Activate. Activate the animal within. I am now a fucking Tiger;
created by the same organization that created you. Remember your Jihad classes?
Both of the Iranians momentarily flashed back in their minds to when they were young Iranian boys
standing in the desert and holding a weapon. Each was slammed in the face with a fist by an older Iranian
man who stood over the young boy and yelled down at him, "Jihad! Jihad!"
In the Mean Time, back in the present;
THE VIBE HOTEL

ROOM 216
KELLY [seething with violent rage]: I started young too.
KELLY slammed Iranian 3 in the face with a fist.

Iranian 3 fell into the wall, holding his face.
IRANIAN 3: Ahhhhh!!!
Iranian 4 reacted and took half a step toward KELLY but it was already too late; THE MESSIAH and
Hooters Hostess grabbed him by each of his arms and flung him across the room and he crashed into the
metal rail on the top bunk bed directly opposite the single queen bed in the middle of the room.
KELLY: As a little girl. My parents would come in at three a.m. and steal me away into the night. Taking
me to a home in the neighborhood where a dozen other children sat in desks and learned.
A picture flashed through KELLY’s mind of a small indoctrination room with children sitting in desks.
They were surrounded by parents. The parents led them through a chant; a programming ritual designed
to open their vibration to possession by other worldly entities and to divide their psyche into multiple
personalities.
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In the Mean Time, back in the present;
THE VIBE HOTEL

ROOM 216
KELLY: Esoteric skills. Alchemy. Gematria. Bestiality. Sodomy. Demonic Possession. Monarch mind
control programming. Lucifer The light Bearer of truth. Secrets of the Illuminati. And a mission.
Iranian 3 and 4 staggered to their feet and looked at the girls.
IRANIAN 3: You fucking bitches.

IRAIAN 4 [holding his bleeding nose]: Ahhh! Ssss!
KELLY: They gave us each our mission. And a word. And one day that word was spoken and I became
the animal that I am; to drive you to your mission to end the world.
IRANIAN 3: You cannot stop Jihad!
KELLY: Yes. Like you, I was filled with darkness. But the light of good inside of me could not be
contained by the darkness. And here is the light.
KELLY pointed at THE MESSIAH. KELLY became more powerful and furious.
KELLY: Leading the charge of the carnal feminine to reclaim control of this planet! As we must! As is the
directive of the light of good!
KELLY punched Iranian 3 in the nose. Iranian 3 screamed and grabbed his face, wriggling around in pain
and anguish.
IRANIAN 3: Ahhh!
KELLY: I thought you boys liked to play rough.
THE MESSIAH kicked Iranian 4 in the chest and Hooters Hostess jumped on his stomach, slamming
him into the floor beneath the window between the door and the bunk beds. Hooters Hostess grabbed
him by the throat.
HOOTERS HOSTESS (screaming): Where is the other bachelor?
Iranian 3 charged at Hooters Hostess from behind. KELLY and THE MESSIAH, standing on each side
of Iranian 3, simultaneously threw a straight right hand. KELLY hit Iranian 3 square in the jaw from the
side and THE MESSIAH hit him square in the temple from the side. Iranian 3 dropped dead instantly as
blood filled his brain cavity.
THE MESSIAH: Oh shit! (nonchalantly) He's dead.

KELLY: Shit. We needed more information.
IRANIAN 4: Ahhhh!!!
HOOTERS HOSTESS: This asshole will talk. (choking him) Where is the other bachelor?
IRANIAN 4: He is with the wedding planners, preparing the banquet hall for the wedding.
Suddenly, the faint noise of “lalalalalala” could be heard. It grew louder and louder.
The room was quiet and everyone [except for the dead Iranian] was listening to the “lalalalalala” as it grew
louder and closer.
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IRANIAN 4: (whispers) That is the sound of Jihad. (yells) Jihad!
The hotel room door flew open and IRANIAN 5 came charging into the hotel room wide-eyed and in a
panic.
IRANIAN 5: Lalalalalal! Jihad! I cannot find the wedding planners!
Immediately, IRANIAN 5 realized what was happening. He stared for a moment at the scene going on in
the room and then he charged forward and dove on KELLY and THE MESSIAH grabbing both of them
by the throat at the same time, throwing them onto the bed and choking them with all of his might.
Hooters Hostess began to choke Iranian 4 harder.
HOOTERS HOSTESS [to KELLY and THE MESSIAH]: I will be there in a second, just let me finish
him off.
As KELLY and THE MESSIAH were about to pass out from being choked, Hooters Hostess finished off
Iranian 4 who died from her strangling him. Hooters Hostess then hopped to her feet, ran over to the
bed, and punched Iranian 5 in the back of the head. He dropped straight to the bed. KELLY jumped on
top of his back, put her arm around his neck and choked him to death as hard as she could while Hooters
Hostess and THE MESSIAH stood watching and breathing heavily.
KELLY finished off Iranian 5 and slowly slid off of the bed and stood up to catch her breath. Hooters
Hostess was bent over and breathing heavily with her hands on her knees. THE MESSIAH paced around
opposite her at the foot of the bed, breathing heavily, with her hands behind her head. KELLY jumped in
the air, landed in a Bruce Lee pose, and was all fired up.
KELLY: Wahhh!
KELLY threw a punch in the air.
THE MESSIAH (to Hooters Hostess): Where’d you learn to fight like that?
HOOTERS HOSTESS (breathing heavy): I'm on assignment … with the agency.
THE MESSIAH (panting): Oh. Oh, nice.
KELLY: Of course. Why not?
Hooters Hostess extended her hand to THE MESSIAH for a shake.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Agent Wolowski.

THE MESSIAH (shaking her hand): You can call me, THE MESSIAH. Third Special Forces Group.
Headquarters U.S. Special Operations Command.
Hooters Hostess extended her hand to KELLY.
KELLY: Agent slap-a-bitch. Well, Slowbovitch. But they call me slap a bitch because I will slap a bitch.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Yeah. You and I have some unfinished business. Don't we?
KELLY: Don't we?
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KELLY slapped Hooters Hostess in the face.

Hooters Hostess smiled and assumed a fighter's pose; hands up ready to strike.
Hooters Hostess slapped KELLY playfully-hard across the cheek.
KELLY grabbed Hooters Hostess by the cheeks of her face, pushed her up against the hotel room door,
pulled her head back by the hair and bit her passionately on the neck.
THE MESSIAH sauntered up to both of them and put her hands on the door over Hooters Hostess’
head and pressed her body into KELLY’s back.
THE MESSIAH: I'm gonna kiss that asshole.
THE VIBE HOTEL

OUTSIDE ROOM 216
The sounds of THE MESSIAH, KELLY, and Hooters Hostess erupted from behind the hotel room
door; Moans and laughing and "oh baby, yeah!" leaked out into the night air.
"Oh yeah!"
"Oh!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1, ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2, CONSPIRATOR 1 and GERMAN
MALE CONSPIRATOR stood outside the door, listening to the sexcapade going on inside.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR (shifting his weight): Shall we let zem finish?
THE GIRLS INSIDE THE HOTEL ROOM: "Oh!" “God yeah!" “Oh yeah."
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: If I was a president, right now. I'd be Woodrow Wilson.
THE GIRLS INSIDE THE HOTEL ROOM: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Ah!"
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Christ, if I was a cartoon character, I'd be Woody Woodpecker.
THE GIRLS INSIDE THE HOTEL ROOM: Oh gooooddd, yeaaahh, faster, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: If I was a movie star I’d be Rock Hudson.
THE GIRLS INSIDE THE HOTEL ROOM: “Ohhh hh hh hh oooo!”
CONSPIRATOR 1: I'm hot for my baby.
CONSPIRATOR 1 kicked open the hotel room door. She ran in and hugged KELLY.
CONSPIRATOR 1: Baby!!!
The girls stood there in sudden surprise. Armed Russian Male 1, Armed Russian Male 2, and German
Male Conspirator barged in behind Conspirator 1 with weapons drawn.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Don't move!

GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR (to KELLY): Your boss has been looking for you! Sheiza! You
bitch! I loved you!
THE ROSSMORE HOTEL AT VINE AND BEVERLY

Armed Russian Male 1, Armed Russian Male 2, and German Male Conspirator walked at gunpoint The
Messiah, Kelly, Conspirator 1, and Hooters Hostess through the front door of the Rossmore Hotel.
ROSSMORE HOTEL THE SUNSET BALLROOM

Armed Russian Male 1, Armed Russian Male 2, and German Male Conspirator stood beside Conspirator
1, The Messiah, Kelly, and Hooters Hostess and stared at them as they all stood in front of a large red
circle that was drawn on the floor. In the circle was drawn a Red Pentagram. A hooded figure stood in the
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center of the circle and chanted in a Sumerian tongue. The figure backed out of the circle and waived his
hands over his head. He then bowed to the circle and began a low frequency vibrating hum from his
throat and diaphragm. As the vibration grew stronger, slowly a figure began to take shape inside the circle.
After a moment this large Reptilian sentient being stood and gazed at the captives and the henchmen. In
the third dimension he was the high ranking REPTILIAN ILLUMINATI LEADER. He sometimes
looked male and human but he was really a reptile who would drink human blood in order to maintain
human form. He just looked to be 50s and Scottish-Caucasian. He walked three paces to the right of the
circle and sat on a throne. He wore a black robe. His skin was greenish white and translucent. His eyes
were hazel and snakelike. He had a powerful aura about his large nearly nine foot tall frame. Two large 14
foot tall reptilians with long spears stood on each side of him.
The large ball room was somewhat dark. The door opened and an old, spooky, gray-haired woman, with
sky blue eyes led a small, seven year old little blond girl through the ballroom and over near the Reptilian.
His robe moved as he reached over to stroke the small girl’s blond hair and she pulled back in fear. The
woman led her away and into the kitchen door.
REPTILIAN ILLUMINATI LEADER [to KELLY]: So. There is now in your heart evil at the sight of
your sire? Is that how you feel in your soul? Is that what you feel in your DNA? In your blood? From
where is your blood? You know? Don’t you? You cannot rid yourself of what your DNA vibrates in this
reality. Your lineage is from me. You are me. And there is a spirit inside of you. Many spirits. The spirit of
Leviathan. We have the switch. The handler will soon turn you into our mechanism of destruction. If you
want to live sneering at me, then live in a mirror. It’s as real as (beat) me! Hahahaha!
Suddenly the little girl in the kitchen screamed in terror.
“Noooooooo!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Nooooooo!!!!
Then a sad, bad, sound clacked loud like metal against bone and her screams became garbled like she was
choking on her own blood and fighting for her life. The screaming stopped and a 14 foot lizard emerged
from the kitchen door holding a large glass of adrenaline-filled, warm blood. He handed it to the master of
Serpents. The Illuminati Reptilian Serpent Master drank the blood and then sat still for several moments.
Soon he began to shift his aura into a more human form. His snake-like eyes changed to hazel and his
nose became less elongated and less lizard-like.
KELLY stared him in the eye with the spirit of rage taking her over.
BRITISH REPTILIAN ILLUMINATI (to KELLY): What? A little blood drinking turns your stomach?
Some of your alters have been eating feces, drinking piss, and living off of human blood for many years in
our beautiful ceremonies. You’re just another fragment at the moment and that switch is turned off.
We’ve sodomized the spirit of rage into you that has a grip on you right now.
KELLY: What are you?
The Shifted Reptilian Humanoid Illuminati's eyes turned to snake eyes. His skin turned green and scaly.
Then he changed back to humanoid.
SHIFTED REPTILIAN HUMANOID ILLUMINATI: The real question is, 'What are you?' Aren't you
what we have created? Don't you remember, passing through the arms of Baal? My child. My daughter.
My love. My blood sacrifice.
KELLY: I am nothing to you. I am not like you at all.
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KELLY spit at him.
SHIFTED REPTILIAN HUMANOID ILLUMINATI: Not anymore. Your blood is stained. Soiled by
the world and soiled by the wedding planner. But that was your mission all along. My blood sacrifice.
When I say soiled, do you know what I mean?
HOOTERS HOSTESS: X-File, freak!
THE MESSIAH: I expose you shape shifting reptilians, the illuminati, and the subterranean world in my
book. It will eliminate all of your power over mankind. It will shed light on the blood-drinking Satan
worshippers. It's the solution; my book will collapse the Global Military Industrial Complex and eradicate
the Monetary System.
SHIFTED REPTILIAN HUMANOID ILLUMINATI: Oh yes. That's right. THE MESSIAH. Ha ha
ha. Samuel French is of the reptilian brotherhood. Take heed, before the Order of the New World can
take hold, there must first be a great revolution. Your book is that revolution. You have played right into
our hands. Just as your book details the collapse of the Global Military Industrial Complex and the
eradication of the Monetary System, so does our plan. You think you thought your book into existence.
You self-proclaimed THE MESSIAH, you have no idea from where your thoughts emerge. We gave you
everything. Now like the fool that you are, you have published our solution for us. You, THE MESSIAH,
are soiled too by the world and by the corrupted seed of the soiled HuMan. Have you ever heard, “You
are what you eat?”
Everyone in the room continued to stare at the strange-looking Illuminati Reptilian who was slowly turning
more human looking by the second.
SHIFTED REPTILIAN HUMANOID ILLUMINATI: You are what you eat. When you eat dead,
cooked, cow and dead, cooked chicken and dead, cooked pork and dead, cooked fish, you become that
dead cooked carcas that you eat. See, I am pure. I live on for centuries in a vibration that you cannot
perceive. But to exist here, in this vibration I must consume that whose vibration I must hold. And the
most appropriate consumption is that of pure unadulterated female human blood, which is drained from
little prepubescent blond girls, driven to fear so that adrenaline fills their veins. You are what you eat. You
have become toxic by beef, fish, sow, and fowl. You are what you eat. The meat you eat is broken down
into its simplest DNA form. And then your body absorbs the DNA of that animal and you become more
like that animal. It becomes a part of you.
He took a deep breath through his nostrils.
SHIFTED REPTILIAN HUMANOID ILLUMINATI: You contain the spirits of beasts. You even smell
like beef and chicken and a pig. You’re disgusting. You’re no longer even human. You’re some dirty,
animal, hybrid, filled with chemicals. [To his henchmen] Take them to their wedding, tie them to the
alter, light the candles, and let their marriage ceremony be heard throughout the world.
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CHAPTER TEN
Saving the World
INSIDE A VAN
The cargo van was long and white with only two seats and a rubber floor that covered the metal frame of
the van on which the girls sat. Armed Russian Male 1 drove the van north, up Rossmore toward
Hollywood and Vine. Rossmore turns into Vine at Melrose. Armed Russian Male 2 sat in the passenger’s
seat. Kelly, The Messiah, Hooters Hostess, and Conspirator 1 were being held at gunpoint by German
Male Conspirator and Armed Russian Male 2.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR (to KELLY): I thought we had a connection! I wish I was the one
putting your life to an end! Traitor! (to Conspirator 1) And you! All this time! You ass!
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Sweet ass, if you ask me.
KELLY: Sweet ass hole.
Kelly, The Messiah, Conspirator 1, and Hooters Hostess laughed.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR (pointing his gun in anger): Shut up!

THE MESSIAH (British accent): Fuck you. You can't kill us. You got orders from the crown. (funny
voice) Ha. Ha.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1 (to Armed Russian Male 2): We have to stop and get fucking rope.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: I don't know why we can't just kill them.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Tie them to the bomb? What is this, fucking Batman and Robin?
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: These fucking big Illuminati pricks got some ego. It's a big fucking game to
these assholes; their sixes and thirteens and eighteens everywhere.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: No shit. Tie them up. And we still got to get the fuck out of town. That
bomb goes off in seventy five minutes and we must be at least two miles from it or we fucking die too.
CONSPIRATOR 1: And with L.A. traffic, you’re fucked!
KELLY: Totally screwed, in the sheiza hole.
CONSPIRATOR 1: She means shit pipe.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: Shut the fuck up!
HOOTERS HOSTESS: You're gonna die just like every other dumb thug who follows orders to tie the
heroes to the bomb.
CONSPIRATOR 1: We're gonna escape and beat you to death.
THE MESSIAH: It's gonna be really bad. We’ve already done it like five times in the last twenty four
hours.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Shut the fuck up!
HOOTERS HOSTESS: You're fucked.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR (gone insane): Shut the fuck up! I'll kill them!
German Male Conspirator pointed the gun at Hooters Hostess and put his finger on the trigger.
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BANG!!! A gun shot rang out.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Everyone in the van screamed in unison.
German Male Conspirator dropped dead of a bullet from Armed Russian Male 2, who sat there holding
the smoking gun; his arm raised out in front of him.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: What the fuck? What?

ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: We have to tie them to the bomb.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: You horses ass!
THE MESSIAH: Ass hole.
The girls all laughed.
Armed Russian Male 1 & 2 yelled at the same time, "Shut the fuck up!"
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Fuck it! Kill them!

HOOTERS HOSTESS: Wait, baby. Your boss said to tie us up. How would you like to tie me up?
Hooters Hostess seductively crawled over to Armed Russian Male 2 and put her hand on his thigh.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Come on, boys. You don’t want to die with a loaded gun, do you?
Hooters Hostess grabbed Armed Russian Male 2 high in the thigh and ran her hand up and over his
crotch.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: Oooh. Ohhhh. Ahhhhh.

HOOTERS HOSTESS: Will you tie me up?
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: I need a drink.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: (aroused): We don't have time for a drink. I’m gonna cumm.
THE MESSIAH: I've got some really great marijuana. Government strength.
CONSPIRATOR 1: Then you won’t give a fuck whether you make it outta town or not.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Heaven and hell rests in the hands of anticipation.
Hooters Hostess rubbed the thighs and crotches of Armed Russian Male 1 & 2. Her hands ran up to their
crotches and down over their thighs.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Your name must be anticipation. Oh boy. I'm gonna crash, lady. I'll tie you
up. I got blue balls so fucking bad.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: Ohhh Jesus, I’m gonna cumm. Light us up some of that marijuana!
THE MESSIAH removed the Pill Bottle of Salvia from her purse and smiled at KELLY. THE
MESSIAH pulled out the pipe and lighter and handed them to KELLY who then handed the lighter to
Conspirator 1. THE MESSIAH sprinkled the pipe full of Salvia while KELLY held the pipe. KELLY and
Conspirator 1 moved over and seductively sat on Armed Russian Male 1 and 2. KELLY put the pipe in
Armed Russian Male 2's mouth as the van pulled up to the light at the corner of Vine and Santa Monica
Blvd.
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KELLY: Here you go, baby. Put this in your mouth and suck on it.
Hooters Hostess put her hand on Armed Russian Male 2's thigh and ran her hand up to his balls making
him groan with ecstasy. She sparked the Lighter. Hooters Hostess lit the bowl on the pipe and Armed
Russian Male 2 took a long deep hit and held his breath.
KELLY: There you go! Hold that for sixty seconds and your whole reality will soon change.
Armed Russian Male 2 nodded in agreement and held his breath with determination to get stoned.
KELLY switched places with Conspirator 1 and stuck the pipe in Armed Russian Male 1's mouth as he
slowly drove up Vine in the thin, late-night traffic. Hooters Hostess lit the pipe for him; he hit the pipe and
held the smoke deep in his lungs. KELLY and Conspirator 1 knelt at Armed Russian 1 and 2’s laps and
stroked their thighs, giving them a moment to let the Salvia settle in.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1 (driving): Haaaaa. (Exhaling a cloud of smoke.) Whew!
He shook his head to the side as he looked through the windshield.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1 (licking his lips): It's got kind of a funny taste to it. Making my head tingle a
little. Charlie how do you feel?
Armed Russian Male 1 looked over at Armed Russian Male 2 who was catatonic; slightly waving his
fingers at imaginary things. His eyes fixed and focused in another dimension.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Charlie?

KELLY: Hang on!
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Hey. What? Oh, Jesus Christ!
Armed Russian Male 1's eyes fixed, he started giggling, let go of the steering wheel, and began to slowly
slump onto the floor out of the driver's seat. He was giggling out of control and moving his arms around.
KELLY grabbed the steering wheel, jumped into the driver's seat, and jerked the van to the side of the
road coming to an abrupt halt at the northeast corner of Sunset and Vine. She turned off the van and took
the keys out of the ignition.
CONSPIRATOR 1: That salvia shit is some crazy ass shit!
German Male Conspirator, thought to be dead, suddenly lunged at Conspirator 1 and grabbed her by the
throat with both hands.
GERMAN MALE CONSPIRATOR: Fuck you, you fuckin' fuck!
THE MESSIAH blasted a devastating, straight right hand into German Male Conspirator’s jaw, knocking
him clean out. Armed Russian Male 1 & 2 continued to writhe around delirious; making funny noises.
German Male Conspirator’s head fell in Conspirator 1's lap. Conspirator 1 cradled his head in her arms,
slowly turning it until his neck snapped.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: So then. Let's go deactivate the dirty nuke.
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Kelly, The Messiah, Hooters Hostess, and Conspirator 1 hopped out of the van and ran off.
Armed Russian Male 1 & 2 rolled around like zombies in their own Salvia-hallucination induced worlds.
SUNSET BLVD AND VINE

Kelly, The Messiah, Hooters Hostess, and Conspirator 1 sprinted up Vine toward Hollywood Boulevard.
The Messiah's cell phone beeped, she stopped and read the text as the other girls continued running.
THE MESSIAH: Alright!
The Messiah sprinted after them.
THE MESSIAH [yelling to them]: The reporter from the New York Times is on the Red-Line-train
headed toward Hollywood and Vine!
BOMB ROOM
The Bomb room beneath the ground at the Hollywood and Vine train station was located in an electrical
room just 30 yards from the mouth of the Red Line’s northbound tunnel. Conspirator 1, The Messiah,
Kelly, and Hooters Hostess burst into the room, winded and breathing heavy from running. A DIRTY
NUCLEAR BOMB sat in the room with a timer set to it. THE TIMER was counting down backwards
from 7:47, which adds up to 18, which is three sixes.
CARGO VAN
SUNSET BLVD & VINE ST
Armed Russian Male 1 & 2 exited the van in a daze. They started to quickly walk up Vine, toward
Hollywood boulevard.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Holy Mary mother of god! What was that?
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: Fucked me up like a football bat!
They started walking faster.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: A what?

ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: A football bat.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: What’s a football bat?
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: A football bat is fucked up.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: Yes I suppose so. All of a sudden I’m in a Sylvester Stallone movie. I'm
there in the desert with my hand on Rambo's shoulder. He is firing a weapon. The sun was beating down
on me. I was sweating. I was there. That was not marijuana. That was some crazy ass shit. I went
someplace. What about you?
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 2: I was surfing on the book of time. It was open to pages 98 and 99. I was on
page 98 and out in space and there we are on this fucking book of time. And you were on page 99. And I
wanted you on page 98 and I was waving you over.
ARMED RUSSIAN MALE 1: You always were a deep thinker, my friend.
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE METRO RED TRAIN PLATFORM

The train going toward North Hollywood from Union Station pulled into the station, stopped, its doors
opened and passengers disembarked. New York Times Reporter LIZ ROSE exited the Train. She walked
over to and sat on a cement pedestal bench on the platform and waited.
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ANNOUNCER (through the speaker): The train to Union Station will be arriving in three minutes.
BOMB ROOM
In the meantime, back at the bomb cave.
THE MESSIAH: Well, Jesus shit! Chill! For Christmas sake. You know? Santa Claus.
KELLY: You said you were a bomb disposal expert.
THE MESSIAH: Yeah. I just said that.
KELLY: What!
THE MESSIAH: So that you would go with me.
Kelly glared at her.
THE MESSIAH: What? Come on, I was intel not a ground pounder; that's Marines.
Kelly lunged at The Messiah but Hooters Hostess and Conspirator 1 held her back.
CONSPIRATOR 1: Chill niggah. We got to figure this shit out quick.
The clock read 2:22 and was counting backward.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: Ever since you said Christmas, I could go for some Reindeer meat.
Kelly and The Messiah examined the wires on the timer.
CONSPIRATOR 1 (to Hooters Hostess): So you're a little fuckin' whacked too, huh?
HOOTERS HOSTESS: If you only knew the half of it.
CONSPIRATOR 1: Some fucking prick, huh?
HOOTERS HOSTESS: That’s right.
Hooters Hostess looked at the ground and rage built inside of her.
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE METRO RED LINE TRAIN LEVEL

Armed Russian Male 1 & 2 came running down the steps to the train platform, trotted past Liz Rose, ran
down to the security gate at the mouth of the train tunnel, opened the gate, went down the steps, jogged
into the tunnel, and disappeared. Liz Rose realized something was up. She stood and stared into the
tunnel as her bi-polar medication began to wear off.
BOMB ROOM
HOOTERS HOSTESS: My handler caught me one day when I wasn’t another spirit-infested personality.
The wall had come down. It had been three years and the Betty Boop Beta Programming had worn off.
He put his hands on me that one time while I was in my right mind.
Hooters Hostess made a sign of 1 with her index finger. She pumped her finger.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: One time. I said, "Alright! Please! Please come back and put your hands on me
one more fucking time! Please!"
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The Messiah looked up from the wires on the timer, which read 00:39 & was ticking down 38, 37, 36.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: So, this sick fucking handler comes back one more time. For the last time. And
he puts his hands on me again. And I let him finish. And I fetched him a beer like a good, well-
programmed little Betty Boop. And he's asleep in six minutes. Then I bashed his fucking brains all over
the living room with a set of brass knuckles.
THE BOMB CLOCK - 00:03
HOOTERS HOSTESS (pointing): Oh shit, the timer!
Kelly and Conspirator 1 screamed, "Ahhhh!" And they put their hands over their ears.
THE MESSIAH calmly pulled wire clippers out of her pocket and clipped the wire sticking out of the
clock. The timer stopped at 00:01, lost power, and was off. Kelly and Conspirator 1 were still screaming
and nothing had happened. Kelly and Conspirator 1 stopped screaming. The Messiah stood there holding
the wire in one hand and the clippers in the other.
THE MESSIAH: Yeah. It's that easy. Just clip the wires on the clock. That red wire, green wire shit in
movies? Bullshit. … BOOM !!!
The Messiah scared the hell out of Kelly, Hooters Hostess, and Conspirator 1; the three of them jumped
in shock.
CONSPIRATOR 1: Ahhh! Mother fucker, do not be scarin' me like that. Shit niggah! You gonna catch
an ass beatin’.
HOOTERS HOSTESS: You better not ever fall asleep around me.
Out of nowhere, Kelly smacked The Messiah across the cheek. The Messiah dove on Kelly. Conspirator
1 and Hooters Hostess dove in to join in the sexscapade; followed by playful screaming, laughing, and
giggling. The door busted open and Armed Russian Male 1 & 2 entered. They drew weapons on the girls,
who froze in an OH Shit!-moment. Suddenly a metal pipe clanged into the head of Armed Russian Male
2, who now, with a split head, dropped dead at Armed Russian Male 1's feet. Liz Rose stood there holding
the metal pipe. Armed Russian Male 1 looked at his dead comrade and then took a kick in the balls, a
punch to the jaw, a tearing out of the esophagus; and he was out for good.
STUDIO CITY, CALIFORNIA

NEWSPAPER STAND LAUREL CANYON AND VENTURA BLVD
A man held a newspaper and read the headline while waiting for the 218 bus,
NEWSPAPER HEADLINE: "The world is saved from a Nuclear War that was being planned by the
Illuminati's Global Military Industrial Complex on orders from the Council on Foreign Relations,
Illuminati Demons, The Vatican, The Jesuits, and the Tibetan Kingdom"
On TVs all over the world there were interviews with The Messiah.
TV INTERVIEW WITH THE MESSIAH

LIZ ROSE: People are saying that The Messiah is the newest superhero, that The Messiah has the
power to control reality. Do you believe that you are The Messiah? I mean, your book has been
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purchased by four billion people, globally. You have a movement stronger than any religious or political
or social movement in the history of mankind. Are you The Messiah?
THE MESSIAH: Only in so much as you are a Messiah and everyone on the planet is capable of
being a Messiah; joining in a movement to completely free mankind from Demonic possession and the
slavery of the Satan worshippers who have taken Satan as their Lord for thousands of years and have setup
this slave planet through the seed of the serpent. If The Messiah is the person who comes and spreads the
truth about the Worshippers of Lucifer, the Illuminati, media programming, the Monetary System,
Admiralty Law, the fake alien agenda that is a disguise for demon possession and can lead the planet into
a thousand years of peace and we can all coalesce as one species, then together we are The Messiahship
and we can take off into a brave new world. And I will have taught you to be the captains of your own
vessels, in a world without a monetary system where this is no limitation and for lack of a better word the
Devil or Satan or the forces of evil that people like Aleister Crowley and Albert Pike wrote of and
worshipped will have finally been exposed and stopped. It is not that I believe that I am The Messiah or a
Messiah; it’s what you believe. What do you believe?
LIZ ROSE: In your book, The Second Coming of The Messiah, you talk about how current human
history is taking place during the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.
THE MESSIAH: It has once again grown time to enlighten the dominant land-species of Earth in
accordance with the natural and programmed ebb of omniscient consciousness that seeps into the
physical.
LIZ ROSE: Tell me about Unseen Dwellers.
THE MESSIAH: Life is manipulated by the unseen dwellers, which are spirits that invade human
bodies through sodomy, music, hypnotic TV and movies, witch craft, and through Satanic ceremonies;
this affects/effects the progress of humanity and its path of ignorance toward losing their creative power.
Intelligence or Light and Dark energy seeps into every atom of reality and is omnipresent and all-knowing
or all controlling depending on where you are in that 21st Century Bible that I have written [referring to
the book that LIZ is holding].
LIZ ROSE: Can you tell me what you meant by this excerpt, [reading from the book] “The great
Intelligence knows that Humanity progresses, languages morph, and landmasses change, as do ideologies,
dress, culture, and most importantly dogma. When the student is ready the teacher appears. This happens
every two thousand years or every five thousand years; whenever the species is ready, it occurs naturally.”
THE MESSIAH: Sometimes a species will become technologically advanced before the species is
ideologically ready for such advancement. This can result in destruction of the species. At this time in
human history we have reached a juncture for the human species that is a critical fork in the road. One
road leads to self-destruction, the other to salvation - although there are infinite unperceived roads. The
Demonic forces are attempting to lead us to a global revolution that will result in their Order of the New
World. But as you can see, now that the masses are burning their currency, getting control of their land,
property, and human vessel, tearing up their national I.D. cards, and all police and military are quitting
around the globe, the powers that be have no power either human or demonic over the masses. We are
winning, we have begun locking up the possessed and exorcising the demons from this reality and planet.
We who are positively oriented now have the numbers and the momentum.
A WEEK LATER
The Messiah's book became a success because the story got out.
NEWSPAPER HEADLINE: "Billions Tearing Up Their Social Security Cards and National I.D. Cards."
The article went on to read:
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NEWSPAPER ARTICLE EXERPT: Human beings across the globe are burning their currency in the
street. The Rothschilds are closing the doors on their centralized private banks and military and police are
quitting in droves. Major corporations around the world are continuing to provide goods and services at
no cost because there is no more monetary system. Mankind is living for the good of the human race and
space exploration. Solar energy systems are being installed throughout the planet and fossil fuel use is
already down nearly 80%. People are trading in their gas guzzler automobiles for the electric car like the
Tesla and the Chevy Volt. Crime is down 99% around the planet and all non-violent criminals have been
released from jail.
EXERPT FROM THE MESSIAH’S BOOK

EXERPT FROM The Second Coming of the Messiah - “The Book of Time”; ‘Time is very different
and more subjective than you understand. It doesn’t really exist in the way you know it. You don’t really
exist the way you think you exist. You are merely an intelligent ghost that projects sentient thought in the
form of tangible vibrations that interact with photon light being emitted from the sun; your subconscious
ghost mind interacts with photons pouring in from an alternate reality – this combination of interactions
manifests your existence into an apparent physical reality. Your soul is trapped in an apparent solid and
dense reality. Iterations of your soul or light body have transmitted its intelligence into your collapsed sun
star black holes over and over again endlessly living out various versions of your original life in this
dimension; and it continued until The Messiah freed your souls to the no-Time. There is not yet a future
and there is a real past within this present reality, this is what it IS. All intelligent, light-photon energy is
being continuously pulled toward a singularity in the center of a black hole that leads into the core of a sun
in another dimension and re-transmits intelligent photon light in another dimension and solar system.
Time is fluid and has no beginning and no end in the Universe itself. However, in each solar system it is
there, it is used, it is a part of the framework, and it is accessible; like the operating system on your
computer. Your Reality within each solar system is continuously created through thought; and thought
powers your existence. Who is doing your thinking?’
NEWSPAPER STORY
"The Global Military Industrial Complex Falls. The Monetary System Evaporates. The Re-Ordering of
the New World is Commencing."
Hollywood, CA August 17th 2015

We caught up with The Messiah in Hollywood, California and asked her how mankind was doing and this
is what she had to say. “With spiritual salvation comes great change. For what is spiritual salvation? Is it
saving one’s mind, one’s body, and one’s soul?; one or all or two out of three aint bad. In hindsight or
foresight or just as a matter of fact, salvation is definitely a change. But nothing is ever really one hundred
percent and life is not black and white. The colors black and white are manmade anyway. They don’t exist
in nature, as they are either the absorption or reflection of all colors. So there is no black and white.
Unless you were a black or white racist living in the United States, which unfortunately there were a large
number of. There existed a harsh racism among the human species that was manufactured and
perpetuated by a manufactured and perpetuated history and used to divide and conquer the people of the
planet; now that has all changed since the collapse of the Global Military Industrial Complex and the
eradication of the Monetary System.”
She went on, “Salvation is a road walked with calmness and knowledge. As the salvation of an entire
species, its ecosystem, and its future smartly changes for the positive over the next generation and then
continues to do so rapidly after that, life will continue throughout the universe in unexpected ways and in
forms that cannot be put into human words.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ronald Russell Farnham is an actor, screenwriter, and producer/director of movies, reality shows,
commercials and all forms of content. Ronald lives in Los Angeles, California and grew up in Palm
Bay, Florida. He spent held a Top Secret clearance for 13 years while he was an intelligence analyst,
counter terrorism analyst, report-writer, editor, data manager, and Korean linguist for the
Department of Defense.
Ronald always enjoyed reading, writing, and movies. He wrote his first poem in kindergarten
and has been writing and publishing his works ever since. Now based in Hollywood, he got his
start in the Florida film & television market.
Farnham earned his Bachelor’s Degree in Business from Saint Leo University.
His philosophy/theme behind his screenplays and books is, “Enlightenment through
entertainment.”
Ronald’s other books are:

“How to Write a Screenplay in 30 Days or Less” [Farnham]
“The Second Coming of THE MESSIAH, Book I, The Awakening.”[Farnham]
“Harry Jonson, Diary of a Gigolo Porn Star” [Kihm and Farnham] (SPOOF COMEDY)
Check out all the latest information about the feature length motion picture,
HOLLYWOOD AND VINE
www.HollywoodAndVineTheMovie.com
Learn more about Ronald’s other books, reality shows, documentaries, and sovereign movement
www.RonaldFarnham.com
Thank you so much to my Mom and Dad for giving me life. Thank you so much to the
fans who read my books and are moved by them. Thank you to all of the very special people in
my personal and business life. Thank you to the love of my life.
Love
Ronald
“MOVIE HEAD BOOKS! HECK YEAH, KID!!!”
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The Tortoise and the Hare Pg 11

Working the Plan Pg 22

Into the Fire Pg 28

Trannys and a Gay Wedding Pg 56

Carnal Trinity, Kill the Iranians Pg 67

Saving the World Pg 76

About The Author Pg 84

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Hollywood and vine

TRANSFORMATION AND AWAKENING IN HOLLYWOOD AND VINE

THE MESSIAH AND HER RUSSIAN SPECIAL AGENT, KELLY

The Master Crystal Skull

JOGGER: Jesus Christ!

Casey staggered to his feet.

CASEY KARMA: Ow! Shit! God dammit!

Casey bolted to his feet and staggered in place.

CASEY KARMA [slurring]: You son of a bitch!

KELLY [calmly]: Where is the other wedding planner?

Kelly slowly stepped toward the Iranian Terrorist Bomb Maker.

KELLY [yelling]: Where is he?

and a fat, thick, belly button.

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Liar!

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER [like a little girl]: Ah!

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ow! Olhhhhhhhh! Ssssss!

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhh!!!!!

KELLY: Where are they?

KELLY [calmly whispered]: Where are they?

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: The … … Vibe.

KELLY: And where is the wedding being held? Where!?

BACK AT THE WHISKEY A GO GO

CASEY KARMA: Shit! This is bullshit!

The Bartender nodded with cynical interest.

MEANWHILE @ THE TERRORIST SAFE HOUSE

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER (screaming): I'll kill you!

KELLY: You're going to die today!

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: I'm not going to die!

FRYMAN CANYON TRAIL STEPS

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhhh! Ooooh! Allah!

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ow. Oooh. Ahhh.

IRANIAN TERRORIST BOMB MAKER: Ahhh!!!

He slowly hopped away on one foot.

SUNSET BLVD AND THE WHISKY A GO GO

AAHS CASHIER: Hello. How are you?

The Messiah handed one of her books to the AAHS CASHIER.

AAHS CASHIER: Coooool!

The AAHS Cashier smiled and nodded at The Messiah.

AAHS CASHIER: I believe.

FRYMAN CANYON TRAIL BELOW THE PLATEAU

KELLY: Poor bastard.

She trotted away down Laurel Canyon Blvd.

THE VIPER ROOM SUNSET BLVD

LAUREL CANYON BOULEVARD

MEL’S DINER SUNSET BLVD

LAUREL CANYON BOULEVARD

THE COMEDY STORE

MARQUEE: “Dom Irrera Performing Tonight.”

LAUREL CANYON BOULEVARD

THE LAUGH FACTORY