"And that is what we are going to celebrate all over Russia?" said Anton.

      "The raping has already begun. You heard the opening speech," I suggested that the opening speech at the conference could have been delivered by the Roman Emperor, Diocletian, himself, provided that Diocletian had taken a few lessons from our modern experts in psychological warfare and public mind-control to get the terminology politically correct. Diocletian might then have said that "we, who by the gracious favor of the gods have repressed the ravishing of the barbarian nations by our the destroying them for the security of the world, must now guard with the due defenses of justice, a peace that is destined to be established under our care for all eternity."

      Anton began to laugh again.

      "But really, is this any different than what we heard?" I asked.

      She shook her head and smiled. "I can see what you are saying. I think that Diocletian would have done a better job, or Pericles."

      "Nevertheless they all sing the same song, and the song is, 'In Lies We Trust!' I said to Anton. "Russia is evidently a remarkably intelligent country to have survived a thousand year onslaught of lies. Who would survive a thousand years of being raped?"

      Anton nodded and bid me go on. Still, she did so without the faintest smile.

      I urged her to consider the extremely precarious situation of her country in this context. "If the Soviet Union responds to the American SDI shutdown with de-escalating its Ogarkov Plan, then the Soviet Union might no longer be regarded as being of any use to the Fondi's hidden world-empire. If it came to that, that would be dangerous for Russia. The Fondi would then have their agents break up the Soviet Union into small fragments and destroy each part of it individually. The Fondi are presently the real ruler of the world with the financial resources to do this. They have the resources to corrupt the whole world with money and threats and assassinations. They have become the undisputed masters of the game that is enabled by the Byzantine model. They don't need Pericles. Sophistry is too refined. Only the song hasn't changed, 'In Lies We Trust.' That's why it is important to understand the vertical model, such as the Byzantine model, so that you can move away from the vertical world as fast as possible for the preservation of both Russia and America, and for us all to have a future."

      I named some of the great pioneers of science that had been in this fight for a brighter world, pioneers that I admired, people like Johannes Kepler, Gottfried Leibniz, Friedrich Schiller, Benjamin Franklin. They represent a gateway for getting away from the models for rape."

      "Do these people exemplify the scientific thrust in the direction towards the Principle of Universal Love?" she asked.

      I nodded. "The truth has its way to heal many ills," I added quietly. "The dawning of the truth can be a power for healing."



      I felt that night that a healing had taken place of some sort, somethis hab egun to unfold tht was greater than us. The evidence lay in the fact that the expense of a fancy steak dinner had been wasted in the resulting environment where the intimacy of love for one another became been the focus. Unfortunately, we both realized this much too late. The dinner was over before we had a chance to enjoy it. I couldn't even remember when the dinner plaes were cleared away. I only noticed that they were gone when the waiter frought the dissert that we evidently had ordered. Still I think we experienced something greater that a meal that night. We had invited each other to reach for the leading edge. I had invited her to 'dance' with me, and we did dance indeed. How else would I have been able to challenge her to heal something inside that had been hidden so deeply that the pain had gone for years. She came into my life as a person with a most sensitive mind. I was intrigued to explore what freedoms this might enable for exploring the truth together, and to sift out the lies so that they might be discarded. I invited her to embrace aspects of truth that most people would have found too challenging to touch, but which have the power attached to save the world from its presently ongoing collapse into doom? The type of exploration that we had pursued could never have been pursued at the conference. It simply wouldn't have worked.

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