Opposing Digits

You've probably heard about the recent newsmakers -- authors who publish "autobiographies" and "memoirs" that were deliberately toned up and down to suit the writer's idea of what makes a good story. You'll find none of that here. But what you read will soon make the news.

This is the 100% true story of my experience as a 19- and 20year-old peacemaker on overseas assignment in a two-person team that included my older sister. A mission in the Flatiron is serious and includes serious risks. The rewards for accomplishing a mission are neither riches nor vain glory; it is the knowledge that lives and souls will be more easily saved, and that the enemies of humanity will sooner be forced to concede perpetual defeat.

Two full years ago, all seven of my younger siblings -- four sisters and three brothers -- were stolen by the US State Department during a visit to our dad's homeland, QuisqueYah. Maryland's Republican government brought up blasphemous charges of educational neglect, nutritional neglect, forced seclusion, and other absurd lies meant to give an "understanding" of why they had to do their wicked work.

The real reasons: my family has been outspoken and engaging in matters of international importance, such as our pre-Iraq-attack warning to the world community that George Bush had no intention to abide by the rule of law. He is a Skull and Bones Satanist determined to trespass the birthplace of our forefather Abraham, and the rest of the Holy Land. Bush has taken revenge for those messages, received by many in positions of influence around the world.

What makes this story so riveting, so unpredictable, is its discovery of how the very individuals trusted by so many patriotic citizens are in reality working against the greater good -- because for the losers, there’s nothing left to lose. On the other side, there are winners...

The Flatiron organization is a worldwide group of people in all levels of society who often do not personally know each other, yet are bonded by a love for Truth, Justice, and Peace, and the faith that perfection is not only attainable, but of the essence. Many members are children.

To join the organization, one need be ready to confront death itself. To fear none but the Giver of Life. A member is inducted, and never discharged. Usually, an officer’s career in the Flatiron begins with a life-shaking event, such as the loss of friends and family -- as it happened to us. The new agent becomes aware of his or her assignment through a series of educational experiences that build a sharp thinker, humble friend, fierce fighter, and above all, a strong believer.

Flatiron free agents may hold formal office, have a regular job, or be activists in a particular good cause. But they never use the name Flatiron, because in fact the organization itself does not go by that name. The acronym describes, for this story, the gravity of an occupation in which one is pitted against all odds to hold and gain ground on the battlefield of Good vs. evil -- a battlefield shrouded in darkness, seemingly forgotten by the Light.

# posted by madthumbs @ 1:18 PM