WEHRWOLF

 

Prologue

 

 

In 1944 Heinrich Himmler founded a Kommando Movement ... a "stay behind" Force to combat the Allied Forces occupying Germany. It is from this little known remanent of Reich History that I take my inspiration. What is related in subsequent pages is a fiction inspired and based to some extent upon real events which took place in 1944 through to 1950 and are now taking place at this moment and finally which may take place in the very near future.

 

There are many parallels which come constantly into significance trom what was past and what is now transpiring and what may possibly transpire in our futures. All this is but one of the many justifications of literature, thought and existence. As many have stated many times before there are lessons to be learned from history and those who fail to do so are "doomed" to repeat such history. Perhaps there will be found to some inspiration and to others infuriation within the following pages. The future and the ending of this Age will reveal what does happen.

 

As I write I shall add to this story referencing the past and hopefully inspiring the future .. drawing parallels ... noting past mistakes and future possibilities. At worst provoking ... revealing ...providing ...

 

Any resemblances resulting from the weaving of time ... past and present and future is most probably intentional. My purpose ? Purely theraputic inspiration.

 

At times there will be "inserts" such as various selected quotes and factual information and reference. These are an intentional fusion of footnotes and theatrical asides meant to illustrate points.

 

A part of the human condition seems to be to leave things until the last moment possible before doing them. We all share this guilt. There is an element of this to be found within this story ... but ... unlike the "normal" existence that we have all thought we have had until now ... this story takes place in literally the last moments. The possibility of a future depends entirely upon what is done during these last moments. All that passed before and exists now hangs in the balance. It is a delicate but far reaching matter.

 

Much different than most this tale requires no great imagination or imagery of the mind, rather it merely requires one to but just open their eyes and ears to what lies in profusion all arond them ... that which passes evermore quickly now. Simple observation. Thought is optional and unfortunately in many cases not possible any longer. Let us hope that you do not fall into the ranks of the blind and the deaf. Let us hope that you possess the capability of observation. Better yet the vanishing ability of free and critical thought. If you possess neither of these the I suggest ... actually no ... I request. I request that you "put this book down and never pick it up again" as all it will do for you is to make you uncomfortable and unhappy.

 

Observation ...a method of learning ... not always proactive ...

 

 

 

 

Chapter One of the First and Last Book

 

 

Five Years stuck on my eyes. Scheisse, that is how long it had been. What I did ... what We did then we could never do now. Keeping Time ... important ... always important. It had all flickered to life since then, here in the Borderlands. Here between the United States of Mexico ... La Republica de los Estados Unidos Mexicanos and the glorious United States of America. Sand ... loads of sand ... copious amounts of sand ... everywhere here is Vichy Mexico. In your boots, your mouth, your crotch. Hot sand ... wet sand ... cold sand ... fine sand floating in the air ... clouds of sand. All terribly exoctic.

 

OP7. Observation Post Seven was now becoming Operation Seven. Five years ago we knew it was coming ... just when. Now. Calderon and his idiotic "War on Drugs". He and Nancy , what a joke . Sand Zombies, another joke. All time past and gone ... faded notes in our life's symphony. Good times of respite, of building, of Loving ... learning ... observing, always observing.

 

To watch your dreams become your nightmares. To feel the urgency grow with the frequency of sirens. Feeling yourself become a renegado, a renegatus. Renegade ... a deserter from one faith, cause or allegiance to another, a rebellious individual who rejects lawful or conventional behaviour ... someone who does things their own way and does not follow "rules". Short version ... someone who thinks.

 

To observe the Illusion amidst such extraordinary denial. Indigenous wisdom is lost, gone ... destroyed. Consciousness has gone berserk. Man has made a world where no one can live. He has jumped off the cliff and falls as he preaches he "flys". Civilization has failed utterly.

 

Reluctant leaders have no one to follow so they look to the past ... it is the way of history. Those afraid of the end are always afraid to begin.To realize that the Freedom you have inherited you must now fight for. To watch the infrastructure being put into place. To watch the militarization of the police and public services. To listen to the lies of the political filth and corporations as they build economic systems of slavery. All the while their "livestock" unwittingly contributing.

 

I have watched the key turning ... the drones flying ... the slow kill ... realizing it has now become a fight to the death. Coming to understand that there is no escaping ... no safe haven. That the TSA are the SA. Finally seeing the borders of the board ... comprehending what I am ... a knight and not a pawn. Finding other knights ... warriors ... young and old .... man and female. Coming to terms with the realities ... mourning ... accepting ... resolving.

 

Five years stuck on my eyes ... planning ... preparing ... pretending there was no radiation agenda, weather and geological wars. Hiding behind the Illusion not believing it. Dealing with the transition of realization. There were others. Finally commiting, devoting and creating the Spector of Wehrwolf.