Part Two of.
Vested Interests Wrecking the Planet - A re-write.


From the Desk of George Barnard –March 20, 2010.

Cooperation All Around.

During the depression of the nineteen thirties, Jimmy Davies, not yet a man, was the only breadwinner in a one-parent family of nine. Jimmy would never forget the businessman, 'Old Harry,' who gave him the job of tidying his yard - gave life to Jimmy's family - although the young man could hardly be afforded, for times were tough all around.

In the late eighties, ageing, half-blind, and ailing, Old Harry still owned a transport company that was three quarters of a million dollars into the red. Jimmy Davies now ran an independent fuel depot that prospered on paper, but had two million dollars outstanding -- three quarters of a million of this to his benefactor of old. Old Harry's transport company was bankrupt, big time, but with Jimmy's financial support it could live. There was friendship, admiration, and unconditional love, for the sick old man, and I was given carte blanche with Jimmy's business check account in order to pull the ailing transport firm back into profitability.

As a free-lance troubleshooter in industry, I was never before, and would never again, be so trusted with someone else's funds. I could sign Jimmy's checks without his counter signature for up to $50,000.00 and pay Old Harry's bills. However, there was another reason behind all this seemingly blind, and total, trust. If Old Harry lost his firm, Jimmy, too, would go to the wall. And behind those two firms stood another half dozen business dominoes that would surely topple in turn in that small town of just 20,000. Everyone relied on everyone else. Everyone was a necessary link in a single chain.

All had a Vested Interest. And I cannot remember a time when a whole town gave me such support in a near-impossible task of righting the wrongs of years of neglect and mismanagement. Even our opposition cooperated where they could to give all the people what they wanted.

A Gallon's All.

It was in Jimmy Davies' office when I noticed an old model Customline drive into the yard of this wholesale fuel depot. The driver proceeded to put a little gasoline into the tank, then, to my surprise, he pulled out a garden hose, and filled the tank until it was full.

"What on earth is that guy doing?" I asked Jimmy.
"Keeping his motor running," Jimmy answered. "And that's what I don't like about it. Mark has got to keep the motor running while he refills. Nothing's that perfect." The owner of the fuel depot laughed.
"He took just a splotch of gasoline! The rest is all water, Jimmy!"
"A gallon's all, George. He won't even let me look under the hood," Jimmy complained. "Here he comes."
The owner of the Customline poked his head into the office. "Hi'ye there, Jimbo!"
"G'day, Mark. Nice day, eh? Here's yer docket."
The V8 Customline drove out of the yard. It was running smoothly, almost silently.
"He's got that motor running just fine," Jimmy Davies remarked with admiration in his voice. "He's now converting a car for his wife, George. A Subaru, he told me. Yes … yes, he's got it all worked out. It's running on water … well, almost. It kind of tells me our days are numbered here. Mark says it's too dangerous to talk about what he's doing. People get to be very dead when they know too much."

The Customline owner is a go-anywhere, do-anything handyman. Mostly he fixes fly screens to doors and windows. It is now twenty-two years since I saw that automobile being refuelled with water, but today Jimmy Davies sells more dirty conventional fuel than he ever did. And what we all do is go fishing, boating, and swimming in this planet's clean 'fuel depots' we call rivers, lakes and oceans, as we needlessly keep on burning fossil fuels.
For there are Vested Interests.

That Was Then.

It was in the late sixties when I met up with the engineers who so diligently worked on the zero emission pollution control device. It was in the mid seventies when Andy, the boilermaker, trusted me with a glance at his rusty metal box. It was in 1988 when I watched the water-driven Customline roll out of Jimmy Davies' yard.

That was then. This is now.

Times have changed. We now have daily, open contact with the Urantia Midwayers - Primary and Secondary -- who must also know exactly how Hydrogen can efficiently be separated from the Oxygen of H2O. Even the Planetary Child (or Embryo) of the Supreme is capable of greater realization of Self, and of all the local knowledge that comes pouring in, day after day -- yes, millisecond upon millisecond - in this, the Correcting Time.

We also, urgently, need 100% clean emissions on this fuel rich blue planet.
It needs a scientific, engineering-oriented mind to be there when the question is being asked and answered. It may well need a closed community to develop the appropriate machinery, safe from the prying eyes of Vested Interests.

God bless…
George Barnard for the 11:11 Progress Group.

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