The Joy Cabal

A different kind of intrigue

As seven of the nine members of the cell disembarked from the jetliner the other two members were driving two vehicles up to the front of the airport. The seven traveled without luggage to be picked up so they were quickly out of the airport and loading themselves into the two cars.

Within twenty minutes all nine members were in a hotel room going over the logistics of the planned event. There was little time left as the event was scheduled to happen in only a little over an hour.

A map was spread out over a table with the nine members encircling the round table.

Jacques had a thin pointer which he dropped onto a specific location on the map, “This is where the board of directors will be meeting. It is the mansion of Leopold Danfuller, the largest stockholder of the corporation. After security breaches in previous years all the important meetings are now held in an impenetrable room at the mansion. It cannot be audibly surveilled and it cannot be entered. There is a small army of security guards throughout the mansion and the mansion grounds. Luckily, we’ll be able to do our work without having to enter the property.”

He continued, “I’ve marked all the cardinal points surrounding the mansion in yellow highlighter. Across the road from the mansion to the north is a park. We’ll have two operatives positioned there. The northeast and northwest positions will also be in the park. To the east is a hotel with rooms that have balconies facing toward the mansion. We’ll have our E operative positioned on a balcony on the third floor. To the southeast is a parking lot which just happens to have a park bench facing the mansion. The S operative will have to get onto the roof of a small office building. The southwest operative will also have to get on the roof of a different office building. To the west is another mansion, luckily with lax security. The W operative will have to get on that property and make their way to a secluded spot hidden by trees where they can face towards the mansion.”

“Mr. Danfuller is not fond of meetings. His meetings tend to be short and to the point. He barks out his orders with little ensuing discussion. So we won’t have to hold our positions for much more than an hour. Let’s synchronize our watches. The meeting starts at 1:00pm so we will begin our work at 12:55. Let’s give it everything we’ve got. We’ll stop at exactly 2:10 and regroup so we can quickly make it back to the airport for our flight to Dallas at 4:15. We can’t miss our flight because the political rally that we will hit next starts at 7:00pm. I trust everyone has their plane tickets and the map of the directional points surrounding the arena where the rally is going to be held. I suggest everyone get some shut eye on the plane because for the rally we will have to hold our positions for almost three hours.”

The nine operatives were quickly back in the two vehicles and being driven to their respective positions surrounding the mansion.

Eileen had been one of the operatives in this cell for almost a year. She was very good at what she did. She could project very intense energy. She was the E operative who always took the position to the east of the event being targeted.

Entering the hotel room she set her bag down on the bed then proceeded to the balcony. Standing on the balcony she looked at the mansion across the street from the hotel. The meeting room was on the second floor of the mansion and she had an unobstructed view of where it was. Looking at her watch she saw that it was 12:49.

Going back into the hotel room Eileen went to the bathroom then took a drink of water. She then took a chair from the hotel room and brought it out to the balcony. She was glad that for this job she would be able to sit. Her watch read 12:53.

Sitting, she took several deep breaths and relaxed as she got ready to meditate. With her arms on the armrests of the chair she turned the palms of her hand upward. Taking one last look in the direction of the mansion, she then closed her eyes and began going into a very deep trance state. The chakras in her hands began spinning furiously as well as her third eye in her forehead. These three points created a triangle between her third eye and her two hands. In the center of this triangle was her heart.

Once Eileen reached the right vibratory frequency a column of pure and intense white light began pouring out of her heart flowing in the direction of the meeting room in the mansion across the street. The column of white light consisted of pure unconditional love.

It is not easy to maintain the intensity of that column of white light energy for over an hour but Eileen had been working on it for years and had become a master at it. It seemed to help when she was doing it in tandem with the other operatives. She could feel all of them doing the very same thing that she was doing.

The board of directors meeting being held at the mansion was encircled by nine “love terrorists” all shooting intense unconditional love towards the meeting. Surely everyone in the meeting would be affected by all the love they were being bombarded with and hopefully the decisions they would make would reflect that.

It is a new and different form of activism. It is never mentioned in the news but studies have shown that it can have more powerful results than a crowd of protesters on the streets. It involves a very different kind of energy.

At a certain point Eileen could feel the energy tapering off. She exhaled deeply and opened her left eye then turned her wrist to look at her watch. It was 2:12. With both eyes open now she took several deep breaths then stood up. After looking at the mansion for a moment she then stood up, grabbed the chair, and took it back inside the hotel room. Grabbing her bag, she headed downstairs to the lobby to catch her ride to the airport.

Jacques and Eileen ended up sitting together on the plane. After they were in the air Jacque spoke up, “I think that went well.”

“I feel that, too.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon what that corporation decided to do about the pipeline situation. They’ve been under a lot of pressure from environmental protesters and now they’ve also been under some love pressure.”

They both giggled.

“Eileen, I want to thank you for undertaking two events in one day. I know how difficult that can be.”

“Believe me, I’m happy to do it.”

“What I didn’t mention at our little rendezvous at the hotel is that another 9-member cell will be joining us in Dallas. They are driving to Dallas from Arkansas. They’ll be the ones picking us up at DFW. So for the political rally we’ll have 18 operatives carrying out the love bombardment; two from each directional position with 4 from the north. We’ll be doubling the energy.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. Hitting a corporate board meeting is one thing but a political rally has so many more people and so much more energy. We could use more than just 18 operatives.”

“True, but 18 are still very powerful. Anyway, after the rally be sure to get plenty of rest. On Friday we’ll be in Seattle for a big event that will be different.”

“Different?”

“You know how we’ve been always targeting corporations and political groups; essentially those one percenters who control everything? Well, our target will be different this time. There’s going to be a huge environmental protest in Seattle on Friday. There will be tens of thousands of protesters on the streets. And instead of targeting the big shots we’ll be targeting the protesters.”

Eileen’s jaw dropped and her eyes grew large, “The protesters?”

“Yup. I’m very curious to see what affect that might have. They need the love, too. And this time we’ll have three other cells working with us. It may very well be our biggest challenge yet — especially since the protest will be going on for most of the day.”

“Oh my.”

“Are you up for that?”

“Oh hell yes! Besides, I love Seattle. My sister lives there. Maybe I can squeeze a visit in with her. Huh, knowing her she’ll probably be one of the protesters.”

“Just remember your oath. What we do is secret. You can’t even tell your sister.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been keeping stuff from her all my life. I know the rules. Will any operative be positioned at the top of the Space Needle?”

“I don’t think so. It doesn’t work out direction-wise.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s not me. Heights aren’t my thing.”

“Really? Well in Dallas you’ll be positioned on the roof of a five-story office building to the east of the arena.”

“Lovely.” Eileen pumped her fist, “That’s okay. I can do it!”

Jacques and Eileen then bumped fists after which they leaned back and closed their eyes, hoping to get some rest before arriving in Texas.

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