The 18 year-old boy is now almost 62 and is standing in front of the Great Gallery in Horseshoe Canyon ... there is one more assassination to complete ... it is March 15, 2012 ... I take my flashlight out of my pocket and then through flashes, Morse code 2x2=4, 4x4=16, 16x16=256 ... I then trace the hieroglyphic for Moab and 2D changes to 3D and ... 'It' is standing there ... I climb up to his level and enter the chamber ...
Standing with him are all the folks we both protected and killed ... killed to save mankind from themselves ... protected for this very moment ....
'It' projects the thought ... 'you know what to do ...' ... I project back ...'yes .. do they know ...' ..'yes' comes back ... I look around and make eye contact with each of them ... King Eglon, Philip of Macedonia, Jesus Christ; all of them ... I look at John Lennon last ... and start to cry ...
John projects ... 'you can do it ... all you need is love' ... I scream at the top of lungs ... and pull a glock from my backpack and empty the magazine into 'It's head ... 'It' is thrown up and back but before he hits the floor, there is a blinding light ... all the others standing there are being drawn into 'It' ... and then as 'It' finally lands on the hard rock ... the chamber is in darkness ...
I turn on my flashlight and I walk over to 'It' ... he is finally, irrevocably, irretrievably dead ... my dearest and oldest friend ... by my hand ... I stoop down to say goodbye ... and suddenly his arm knifes through the darkness and grabs me by the wrist .... from his open mouth ... smoke or a fog emanates and it enters me through my nostrils ... I can't move .. I am frozen there while this process takes place ... when it is complete the death grip relaxes and I fall unconscious to the chamber rock floor ...
I wake up ... and look around and I am home in Peterborough ... I check my watch ... 15 March 2012 ... my grandson Gavin is there .. so Rhiannon must be visiting ... Sigourney is playing with him and Yvonne is cooking something ... Sigourney puts Gavin down and he runs over and grabs my wrist ... we are both transfixed ... frozen ... something passes from me to Gavin .. just as 'It' said would happen ...
Gavin can finally let go and starts to cry ... I tickle him .. he looks at me astonished and then roars off laughing ...
Gavin is no longer the same ... at a cellular level his DNA has been changed ... he is now the best of 'It' ... and of all the others ... from Gavin a new kind of 'man will emerge .. and in the years to come ... words like pride, prejudice, violence, war, greed, avaraice, kill, I, me, and a host of others will have no meaning ... man will truly co-exist and care ... for himself, for others, for the planet ... it will be a new golden age ... and they will reach out for the stars ...
Oh .. and Gavin ... somewhere out there ... there is another 'earth' .. it is in trouble ... they need help ... they need a guiding hand ... in a game of tag ... Gavin is 'It' ... it is my job now to make sure his destiny is fulfilled ...
To quote from verse 2012 of the Krome Koan ...
' ... everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground ... '
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