Free The Power of Twelve by William Gladstone Page A

generators and genetically modified wheat and soybean operations, and he was speeding in his private limo to Malibu. He had spent the day with Jean-Pierre Montana discussing the purchase of Jean-Pierre’s tequila and spirits distribution company. Looking at his diamond-encrusted gold Rolex watch, Arnold realized that he had almost missed his window for giving the command for his climate control project. “Excuse me, Jean-Pierre,” Arnold interjected. “I need to have Eugene order a little exercise for me that I think will be of interest to you.” Turning to his bodyguard, Arnold asked, “Have you given the all clear to mission control?”
    â€œYes, Mr. Wheeler. The pilots are ready on your command,” Eugene answered.
    â€œGo ahead. I want all twenty planes in flight immediately,” Arnold confirmed.
    Eugene did as he was told, and just minutes later, Arnold and Jean-Pierre heard the roar of jets overhead. Behind them lingered chemtrails that were being produced by the seeding that was taking place. Arnold had devised a plan that he felt was ideal. By seedingthe skies over his agricultural holdings in California, he was not only controlling the climate but creating an environment in which his genetically modified crops would thrive while the non-genetically modified crops around him would not. The result would be less competition and greater profits for his companies. Arnold looked out the window of the limousine and was startled by the rich purple, orange, and green shapes that were spreading throughout the sky. “A thing of beauty, Jean-Pierre, a thing of beauty. Not even God can create such colors and shapes. And to think these chemicals are going to increase the value of our crops by hundreds of millions of dollars.”
    â€œHow is that the case?” asked Jean-Pierre. “And how is it related to my own agricultural holdings?”
    â€œJust think about it, Jean-Pierre,” chortled Arnold, “these chemicals will kill any plants that are not using our specific genetically modified seeds. I ordered the driver to pass by one of the farms you own not far from here that has not yet switched over to our GMO products. We should arrive any minute.”
    â€œWhat are you saying? You’ve poisoned my grape harvest?” asked an alarmed Jean-Pierre.
    â€œWell, yes, but do not be concerned. This is one of the farms we are buying from you, and we are not paying any less because the grapes are ruined. We will be replanting anyway.” Jean-Pierre still looked very concerned, and Arnold went on. “You see, I wanted to make a point. You have great influence in this part of California among other growers, not only of grapes but of a great variety of agricultural products. You are now one of us, and you will reap the benefits of being one of the Illuminati. All we want you to do is to convince those who may not understand that they must cooperate by purchasing our seeds. Those who do not will suffer financial ruin. You will be doing your friends a favor and they will be grateful, yes?” Arnold explained, not expecting any answer other than enthusiastic agreement.
    Jean-Pierre was not enthusiastic, but he understood that he had no choice. He had already signed the contract with Arnold, and although he realized the potential danger of the world switching to a complete GMO agricultural base, he knew that his own financialsurvival was now tied to that strategy. As Jean-Pierre looked out the window and saw ever-more amazing purple and green and lavender plumes from the chemtrails, he looked Arnold in the eye and confirmed, “Yes, we have a deal. May God forgive us for destroying the natural diversity of our environment.”
    Genetically modified organisms are increasingly the primary source of nutrients on planet earth. How dangerous might this be?
    What steps can be taken to balance the need for low cost agricultural products with the need for biological