Chapter 32

For years, Monica worked at Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital recruiting operatives for the CIA. Many of the patients had visions of the Sign of the CIA like I had. Like me, they had to be awakened to who they really were, instruments of God's will. While secular society considered us to be insane for testifying to the Lord, Monica knew many of God's operatives were being persecuted because we knew too much.



We all had pieces of the JDP, or Judgment Day Project. Monica had worked on the Chamberless 3-Dimensional Volumetric Display as her dissertation topic at Catholic University of America. I had worked on Project Whirlwind, the antisatellite weapon system of the United States Department of Defense. I managed to secure a professorship at the University of Nevada Las Vegas in the Department of Physics, the same place where I had earned my bachelor's degree.

All we knew about the JDP was that all secrets would be revealed. "What about my sister? Who murdered her?" I asked Monica.

"All secrets will be revealed," she said. "When the Big Surprise happens, you will know who killed your sister and her family." I had learned that my father died of a heart attack, and my mother died of a stroke six months later.

Monica recruited quite a bunch of misfits from Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital. For example, David Park, a Korean-American had worked for the US Patent and Trademark Office as a Patent Examiner. Before being diagnosed as schizophrenic, he had prosecuted patents for electrical devices. He held a master's degree in electrical engineering from UCLA.

Janet Tollefsen, a bipolar person, specialized in database programming, Artificial Intelligence, and quantum crytography. Larry Schwartz had worked in video surveillance at Caesar's Palace. He was fired when he was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. All of these talented people came from Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital. They weren't crazy; God just called them to work as His instruments on the JDP, whatever it was.