ELECTION STEAL

CHAPTER 1

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This first chapter considers what a number of semi-religious groups around the world believe, it is no stranger than the Christian Bible story.



THE DIVINE CREATIONISTS 

Frederick Alexander Groydon was one of the first Europeans to find their way to the top end of Australia, this was in the winter of 1812.

It was unfortunate that he was illiterate and had never learnt to write anything other than his name.  

This amazing man had travelled from Norfolk Island after escaping incarceration on that remote land space out in the Pacific, he was the
only prisoner who ever escaped that hell hole, the only other way out was a grave amongst the pines.  

There is no history of how he escaped. 

He disappeared from the face of the planet for more than four years, and was believed to have suffered the fate of many convicts, that was starvation and death, it was also a tough land to survive in for a white feller. 

Groydon was then reported to have reappeared at a white settlement on Thursday Island, with a story which would put him into the category of a madman. 

The story he told, was that he made it eventually into the Northern Territory, where he would unlikely be found by the authorities. Close to death, he was saved by a small group of fair skinned people who were clinging to a dying civilisation, this was in a very remote part of Arnhem Land. 

He had never seen the like of them before. 

They were tiny, little more than a metre high, and seemingly without an individual gender. Early on he realised they were transmitting thoughts to him, and one of these informed him they had been in this land for an exceptionally long time, eons before the Aborigines had arrived. 

They appeared to have been there since time began. 

It was odd to Fred, the way they communicated with each other, without speaking or sign, and later he became aware of more strange thoughts being conveyed into his head, they obviously came from the tribe itself, in a language he knew.  

He was alone and took onboard this miracle without understanding it. Yet when he tried to speak with them they ignored him, as if he didn’t exist. 

They lived in small stone houses which appeared to blend and disappear into the landscape, it was another marvel, one moment he would be looking at a single-story house, then suddenly it wouldn’t be there, leaving only the dust, sand, and rocks. 

During his time with the tribe, he never once entered any of these houses, instead he had been billeted in what was no more than a cave, albeit a clean and dry one. 

This small tribe had some kind of tablet they would use, every member had one, but Fred was unable to know exactly how many there were, as every one of them looked alike.

The only perceivable difference was that two of them wore blue robes, whilst the others wore a type of glimmering gossamer white, it appeared cloud like.  

It was his understanding that he had become lost somewhere around the Goyder and Walker Rivers Region, the area was huge and otherwise uninhabited, but really, he didn’t have any idea where he was. 

He stayed with the tribe for over three years.  

Fred tried following them around, they didn’t discourage him, or threaten him, they only continued to ignore him, like an old mongrel dog.

They were otherwise good towards him, he always had food and water delivered, and they often gave him another concoction to drink, this sent him away into crazy dreams and adventures inside his head. 

He got to enjoy these episodes, and lived life quite comfortably, he would always remember these as happy days, the only ones of his otherwise sad and desperate life. 

One evening the two blue robes came to visit him in his cave, they sat together in a circle on the sandy floor. They looked at him, staring into his eyes, and slowly, just slowly, the doors of perception began to open for him. 

The story that flowed into him was one of the creation itself, the real beginning of time, when no creatures appeared on the planet, nothing lived, no plants, no animals, no fish, it was a barren land of silence trapped within a void.

Then he saw millions upon millions of beings that looked exactly like the ones from the tribe, they travelled far and wide across the planet, and wherever they appeared so did plants and animals, the trees began to grow, the grasses flourished, birds took to the sky. 

They sailed in fabulous boats across the seas, leaving in their wake whales, dolphins, turtles, fish of all different sizes and shapes, things that swam and crawled and wavered in the currents, the oceans and seas began to fill up with vibrant and luxurious life. 

Every one of these shrouded luminous figures wore around their neck a strange symbol, it appeared to Fred like a circle of gold, and inside were triangles, with five tips touching the edge of the circle, and encased in the middle was a picture of the most beautiful person he had ever seen. 

He was stunned, this was possibly the truth, of how his world had begun, could it really be true? 

Then one of the pair removed their necklace and slipped it over Freds head, he felt honoured and excited, surely this wasn’t meant to be his, he had never owned anything in his life apart from a few rags.  

Holding it in his cupped hands he relished its beauty, it was truly a wonderful work of art, but he was unable to differentiate if the picture depicted a female, male, or even some other creature, but there was a smile that embraced you, and sparkling eyes that captivated you. 

It was as though he had become one of the tribe, this was truly the happiest moment of his life. 

The following morning, he woke to the first rays of the sun, got up and went to the opening of his cave. There was nothing, he was standing in a desert of emptiness, the tribe had disappeared. 

He still wore the treasured necklace but looking down at the gold pendant he saw the picture had disappeared.

Fred then had a strange and foreboding feeling, that somehow, he had come across the last of the creationists, they had been waiting for change that would never come, and he began to understand they were the ones that had first conceived, and built, an earthly paradise, called Earth.  

Then things had gone wrong, human beings appeared, and slowly began to waste, pollute, and decimate the very home they lived in, something had gone awry, they were like no other species alive, intent on fulfilling their own destiny of destruction, and that of every other living thing around them. 

The last of the tribe had hung on with hope that there would be a transformation, and they could somehow help bring the earth back to life, until finally they concluded that if they suddenly appeared amongst Homo Sapiens they would suffer only cruelty, humiliation, and death.  

It was the pure arrogance, self-importance, and greed of humans that would herald the final elimination of themselves and their home. 
With the tribe’s final departure, the earth had taken the last road to annihilation. 

Fred knew all this, it had been transmitted to him, and with all his heart he knew this to be the truth.

Yet it would be him alone who had this knowledge, and if he ever told anybody he would likely be declared mad, then hung, or locked away forever. For sadly the intellect of humanity was forever shrinking, and the money drivers had long been in control, continuously feeding their rapturous insatiable greed century after century. 

A few days later a small group of soldiers appeared, they had been searching for natives so they could capture or kill them, it didn’t seem to matter which. Fred had to surrender to them, or otherwise starve. 

He was taken to Raffles Bay on the Coburg Peninsula and was now very weak and prone to hallucinations. No one knew what to do with him, at first, he was locked up in a small cell, but then the authorities were encouraged to move him to what was a hospital, mostly a larger cell but without bars. 

The instigator of this was a newly arrived Irish surgeon called John White, he had dabbled in the beginnings of psychiatry, and was interested in this newcomer as someone he could experiment with. 

He befriended Fred, at first as an interesting study, then as a man who had a strange and wonderful story to tell.  

Initially the surgeon believed it was a very clever flight of fancy, but Fred knew the only way he could substantiate his story was to produce the golden symbolised necklace, within the outside circle the surgeon recognised it was a pentangle.  

There was also a small inner circle, and a delicate plate which appeared to have once held a picture. 

Using a magnifier, he saw engraved delicately and beautifully around this plate was a stylised relief of woodland spirits, and tiny bizarre animals he had never seen before. 

The surgeon was overcome when he first saw it. Looking very much like gold it was as fresh and beautiful as the day it had been created, its small beauty was overwhelming. How had a man like Fred come across it? 

The surgeon started to diarise Freds story, it was fascinating, and in many ways believable, he was now in a country that held strange creatures he had never dreamt of, and apart from being a surgeon he was also an amateur botanist and zoologist, everything around him he found fascinating. 

He spent many hours with the prisoner, writing down every scrap of information, and every day he would ask to see the necklace that Fred wore, and drooled at its wonder. 

Then came the day when John White believed he had everything he could get out of the prisoner, the vessel was now dry. 
Fred Groydon wouldn’t be at the settlement for much longer.

A few days after he had finished relating his story he again disappeared. This time it was for good, for his grotesquely disfigured body was found soon after, washed up upon the shore.  

The constable called upon the help of the surgeon to assist in discovering who the man was, and the mode of the poor man’s death. Fred had not died peacefully, his body had been horribly mutilated, he had been tortured, had limbs missing, his ears had been cut off, his tongue was gone, and so were his genitals. 

His death must have been excruciating. 

The surgeon was a meticulous man, he knew the deceased man’s claims, and confirmed his identity, but could not understand why he had died in such a way.

He truly felt sorry for this man who had lived a tough and cruel life, but for a moment in time had experienced something no other living person had ever known. 

During their chats, the surgeon had been convinced he was telling the truth as he knew it, and it was lucky that Fred had finally trusted the surgeon to look after the pendant for him, no other person knew he had it, and upon reflection maybe Fred did have a premonition of his coming death. 

John White became a wealthy and much respected man, and lived to the unusually old age of ninety-eight. His writings, stories, and observations, became legendary, and when he died, they found him at peace in his bed, clutching the strange gold pendant. He had died a happy and contented soul. 

The name of Frederick R. Groydon quickly disappeared into the mists of history.  

There was now only one man who still knew the story, and in a strange and convoluted way he now had ownership of the strange gold pendant which resided inside a huge, and extremely secure, safe. 

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