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Steve just laughed. "Of course they are, and they are playing it well. Just take this tape to your President," he said to me, "and he will laugh at you. Or better yet, take it to the CIA and they will put you in jail for planting a forgery. Nobody in any government on Earth will believe that the old British Empire, which formally no longer exists, has any interest in destroying Russia as a nation, or China, India, and much less so their own so-called ally, the United States of America. They will laugh you to scorn if you tell them what the man said to you last night. Your own mother wouldn't believe you, even if you brought this tape recorder as proof. Things can be faked. This tape proves nothing."
Here, Steve suddenly paused. "Something doesn't add up, though," he said. "The man was too forthcoming. That's not the pattern that I have seen on previous occasions. Something is up. The man might not have been what he pretended to be. He might have been a dissident within the fondi's organization and might have been soliciting our help to fight the fondi from within. Every organization has dissidents. The great Empire, too, has dissidents. He may have been trying to recruit you for his dissident organization. Did you ever consider this possibility, Pete?"
I had to admit that what Steve said made sense.
"This makes a lot more sense to me," said Steve, "more than all the heavy arm-twisting and hostile recruiting that went on at the surface. Nobody ever goes around recruiting like that. It seems that this man wasn't interviewing you. He was educating you."
"The thought crossed my mind," I said. "With the official recruiter present, he couldn't say anything more than what he said. We'll have to explore the possibility that he might have been asking for help."
"He probably isn't his own man," said Steve. "Most likely he is being controlled himself. He is probably haunted by the Empire like everybody else is."
"Maybe somebody set up the same Malaysian monkey trap for him a long time ago," I said to Steve, "which he couldn't escape from; which he is still trying to find a way to get out of."
"If that is the case, I see a lot of honesty in what he said," said Steve. "Except, that makes it even more scary for us, being associated with a dissident element within what may be the biggest real empire on the planet. The imperials may very well hit us, and use us as a lever to get at him when push comes to shove."
Steve paused. "I guess I'll have to pry open some doors of the fondi to find out where we really stand," said Steve in a quiet voice.
"Do it discreetly please," I urged him. "This may not have been a deception. It may be like the man had said that nothing is ever the way it appears on the surface. His forthrightness might have been designed to test us, to see what our next moves would be. We must never forget that he is living in a world of playing games. So, be careful!"
Steve just nodded and smiled. "I know that," he said. "This means that you shouldn't expect any quick answers either. It may take years to sneak a look inside the Empire, discreetly. In the meantime, we must assume that his threats and his warnings were real, and that they are every bit as scary as they were made out to be. This also means that you have to stay low and stop fighting them. Since you cannot really do that, you must shift your fighting onto a level that they cannot comprehend, which is the level of the Principle of Universal Love. We all must work at this level. The universality of love, the lateral model as you call it, may be the one thing that the fondi know absolutely nothing about. Besides, that is where the real breakthrough needs to be made. We need this breakthrough to be able to defeat the fondi's plan. We have to win this game before they even know that anything is happening."
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