396 | John W. Warner IV wars over.Something about soul contracts, destiny, and karma, whatever the hell that cockamamie horseshit is. Are you in command of that slick Nazi airship? asked Davis. Bernie said: Yes, we commandeered it, but thats all Im allowed to share. Our missions classified. Were trying to get it to Allied territory, preferably Pearl. Halsey, eh? Thats a good choice. Tough and creative. Take us with you, sir. Well hide aboard, asked Golonka. Drop us off at Waikiki Beach. Ill give it a whirl. Sit tight. Porsche asked for the loo and ran. The medical tube machine worked too well! Looks like his irritable bowels just got cleansed, laughed Bernie, dripping stew. After dinner, meditation was held in a spacious, padded carpeted room with incense. Large bells the size of a small house were rung; glass bowls were twirled to make soothing music. Thousands sat cross-legged and comfortable on large silk pillows. Blankets were issued to those in need. Suddenly, everyones consciousness became one with the people of Agartha; all became calm, all became well. Her spine melting into the soft floor, Bea drifted off. Ive never been so serene in my life… Ensconced in Kunchens lavish private quarters high above the city center on a hill, tea was served the next morning. All sat in a circle on overstuffed couches; plants and trees surrounded them by the hundreds, birds cooed. Colors seemed more vibrant; sounds seemed more clear; smells and fragrances seemed more acute; there was a heightened state of awareness and vitality. Inner stresses and worries morphed into calm states of being. The war and its harsh realities melted into the background almost as if it didnt exist at all. Three elderly men and two women sat with Kunchen, silently talking and using their hands to illustrate points and topics. Bright holographic images flashed one after the other between them, the colors otherworldly. Kunchen addressed the group telepthaically. Myfriends, the council elders and I