Passage 7

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The spirit burning but unbent,

May writhe, rebel – the weak alone repent!

LORD BYRON

A defining mission in achieving my objective is to dart unnoticed into the body of a world political leader, revealing a scandal equivalent to the stain on ex-President Clinton's character. This scandal, involving a bed sheet, will be a definite threat to this leader continuing in power. The humiliation will be the catalyst needed for this person to press a dominant digit on the nuclear detonator, unless I can influence a terrorist to do it first. I am an expert at the two pronged attack.

Our first attempt to get to my world leader was through the British royal family. My supporters were ensconced at Windsor Castle waiting patiently for a royal wedding to which our world leader would be invited. We were prepared to wait for Prince William to get married, to tie the greef -knot. Alas The Fiend's informant spoilt the scheme. You recall the fire in November 1992. We put it about in the spirit community the scheme involved the ultimate destruction of the throne of England. The blaze was started by The Fiend to stop us getting close to the Royal family. I was fortunate escaping yet again. I was able to influence Prince Andrew to save most of the historic pieces from the castle, nobody looks after the family silver better; the silver at the time, harbouring most of my team. Resulting in me not having enough supporters present to activate my scheme. Incidentally Prince Andrew's elder brother understands the truth of G.E. Stahl. It is his reason for talking to trees. In retrospect initially the royal family ruse was a flop because I overestimated their influence. Nobody invents things for royalty anymore; new clothes and gadgets get designed for: Hollywood, rock, or sports stars that influence the rest of humanity to make it a world wide spread entity. Not like Sir Walter Raleigh bringing back tobacco for his Queen. Resulting in new products like cigarettes and cigars eventually resulting in decades later in more new products to stop people smoking. I have put my scheme on the backburner when it is a success you never know with a little jiggery-pokery Prince George might even be elected as President of the Republic of England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales; of course it would have to be for each individual nation, and then the influence of the royal family might rise again.

This time to get to influence a world leader we have set a decoy in place. Hopefully The Fiend will think we are going to influence Bin Laden's successor, seemingly a more likely person to use a nuclear weapon. This time we are involved in an elaborate scheme of bluff and counter bluff. I am going to win.

My most recent manoeuvres have been frantically travelling to my desired destination at hair-raising speed. Flitting about from the splattered flies on vehicle windscreens, darting from isolated training shoe at the kerbside thrown by an exuberant youth, zipping from crushed roadside plants; to where I am now. Waiting, can you sense, as I can, The Fiend is near? We need to be quick.

I hope my supporters are scooting into place to protect me. They should all be at the next G20 summit. The Fiend is desperately trying to influence earth leaders to continue the recession to reduce the number of new objects being invented for as long as possible. At the G20 I will use my sylph/ariel charm to instigate the scandal. Personal animosity between leaders will lead to national disagreement, then coupled with economic disability will result in war between seemingly less influential nations, disintegrating into world war that will eventually destroy a huge part of the world, and finally lessen the influence of The Fiend.

Leading to this my most brilliant supporter instigated a fantastic bluff. The intelligence reports stating Sadam Hussein could explode a nuclear device in 45 minutes. What a ruse. The Fiend surrounded Sadam with his best spirits. They were caught up in the defence of Iraq; he lost many spirits that way. I am certain The Fiend fell for this ruse while I was getting my followers where I want them to be.

The double bluff started on Sept 11th, as a subterfuge to fool The Fiend to think we are going to try and influence Bin Laden' successor to not use nuclear weapons. Since then a drip of snippets of intelligence from Guantanamo Bay has confused The Fiend. We are fairly certain The Fiend has had the Yanks kill Bin Laden. Expecting on the announcement of Bin Laden's death his underlings would unleash the next stage of his scheme. Has that happened? It is now. If I'm not careful ISIS will destroy the earth before global warming. We can't have that.

Dam and blast! The blast as huge as a nuclear explosion, I was so angry. My Intelligence sources revealed the way to my world leader had been blocked by a Fiend's follower. I now know The Fiend has had him occupy Bono's sunglasses. My supporters have been getting into all the objects surrounding the world leaders. I mistakenly chose Bob Geldof's comb, now I know it never gets used. The Fiend might have already occupied my world leader. It depends how good his intelligence is. He obviously knows my destination is the G20 conference.

The Fiend is using the influence of: ex-world political leaders, the arms manufactures, billionaires, and media proprietors. Incidentally arms manufactures and their shareholders are the easiest to manipulate to start or continue a war. There is no ongoing profit in manufacturing a bullet if it does not get used and replaced. It is easy to get some of my supporters in arms manufacturers annual shareholders meeting and complain about the limited return on their investment. In that meeting they do not give a rabbit's fuck which kid the bullet kills.

They have quietly used the internet to manipulate the Arab spring uprising. Bush and Blair also have ex-intelligence officers from their era working on the ground. This coupled with the dispute between the British and Argentina over the oil adjacent to the Falkland Islands and the continuing dispute between the North and South Koreans will allow The Fiend to instigate his world war. I must stop him. My concern is I did not have them looking in the wrong place for long enough.

I will have to resort to my back-up plan. Proceed even faster to my destination in the publishing agent of my world leader. We still have enough supporters in place to outfox The Fiend. I am desperate to get to my destination. My world leader is waiting for the final draft of their retirement autobiography. It is happening as you read. Can you imagine how much fun publishing agents must have with all that gossip about the powerful? My intention is to get into the agent via a cotton sheet. You know how literary agents like to frolic about naked, resulting in the sheets being ripped to shreds.

It is an unsophisticated plan, a lot of travelling, but simple. Over to Asia via boat, train, and plane, not difficult; easy entering an anthonomus gradis (a boll weevil), plain sailing from weevil to healthy boll. Of course you know that the seeds in the boll are covered by a white downy fibre, and that these fibres untwist and flatten when left to dry. After drying the cotton is separated from its seed by a cotton gin. Then carded, combed, and spun. As you can imagine a spirit going through that process gets shook up quite a bit. The seeds are removed as the fibres are pulled through a grid of numerous circular saws in a line; then they are blown to a condenser by air blasts, from there to a baling apparatus, then onto the sheet sewing factory.

Where do you think I am now, in the sheets of an agent's bed? Or perhaps I am in your bed?

End of passage seven.

NOTES FROM PETE

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