"Which is exactly what? I'm still unclear why the amulet belonging to one of the lost wives of Solomon should be of such importance to the government."
"Oh come come now. You know more than you're letting onto. You and I both know the condition of this dimensional plain of Earth we live on and the inability to go up so what does that leave us with? Down. We are going down into the Earth and we aren't the only ones. This whole venture is more and more taking on the aspects of an out-of-control game show. The Russians have put together a team. China has a team. Brazil and South Africa have a team. Chile has a team. The European Union has a team. It's rumored that Saudi Arabia is even entertaining notions as to jumping into the fray and last, but not least in terms of significance Israel and India have combined to make a team. A team I might add that is viewed by most as having the best likelihood of success because of some long-held secrets that the Israelis aren't telling anybody else about. This whole venture is becoming very much a race with the goal of technological domination over the rest of the world being the prize at the end of the tunnel."
"Just what is it that you think, 'down there', as you put it has to offer our modern world in terms of technology?"
The man's eyes turned to me and I saw an intentness that was dark to behold, because of its severity of purpose, "Unlimited power, which by the use of will hopefully finally provide us a way to get out of this time matrix box we're locked up in. Not to mention all the other natural resources there are to be had and used for our country's benefit."
I shook my head in consternation at what I was hearing. Was it really all that important to be a god versus being the children of the one true God?
This man had already said so much to indicate his awareness of the shifting fabric of lies that humanity as a whole was being fed on a daily basis as to constitute the apparent need to take faith in a Divine Creator, but I saw none of that comprehension in this man's intense gaze. I began to feel then that I must be very much within the presence of a devout satanist.
"You are." Came the still small voice of God from within the corridors of my soul.
As an urgent plea I breathed out against the glass, "Help me Abba Father!"