I spent endless hours, days, weeks, and months researching and reading U.N. Agenda 21 documents and statements by its architects and advocates. I watched countless hours of conference videos and documentaries made and narrated by elites pushing global communism under the aegis of environmentalism, pretending to save the planet from manufactured man-made destruction.
There are too many people on the planet, Agenda 21 architects say; we must reduce them to under a billion. We consume too much and we own too much, we have to spread the wealth and technology to everybody else in the name of social justice.
We take up too much space and land has to be restricted, taken away, given back to wilderness, while we are relocated in tightly controlled zones and corridors. Too many roads cross wilderness areas; they must be closed to public access, while we are forced to use railroads, public transport, walk, or bike.
Our homes are too big and spread out, we must be stacked in cooperatives downtown in crowded areas where our existence can be better regulated and controlled.
We use too much electricity and fossil fuels; we must cut back by 80 percent. If we don’t, Smart Meters and the Smart Grid can force us to be good stewards of electricity and natural gas. High gasoline prices would force us to drive much less or to buy compact and dangerous sardine cans on wheels.
We use too much water so our use must be curtailed and tightly controlled through higher prices, interdictions, Smart Meter water control, and blowing up dams, returning rivers to their intended natural flow.
We eat too much; the government must control our diets by denying health care if we are overweight, portion control, and interdictions of fatty foods, sodas, and salt.
We think too independently and too selfishly, we must be indoctrinated in schools how to think the right way, in the vein of the collective, for the common good, for global citizenship with government imposed new Common Core standards.
We cling too much to our guns and to our Bibles; the government must confiscate private guns and curtail our use of places of worship to spread unapproved “hate speech.” We are not accepting enough of LBGT so we must be enrolled in sensitivity training or else.
Our agriculture produces too much food, uses too many soil and water polluting chemicals, and raises too many flatulent cows. We must cut back to subsistence levels.
We must de-industrialize the economy to long-ago levels in order to allow others to catch up. Once they do, we must arrest our economic development, lest we destroy the planet.
U.N. Agenda 21 must force everyone around the globe into Sustainability, Green Growth, and renewable energy that will ultimately destroy the capitalist economy and move us into a new type of governance by the global elites who will control everything.
I made speeches; I wrote books and articles on these topics, offering links to the actual documents. The above-mentioned plans may seem fictional but are very real. However, nothing prepared me for the deep sadness I experienced when I read Harriet Parke’s and Glenn Beck’s novel, Agenda 21.
The grey and gut-wrenching existence of the fictional character, Emmeline, struck a familiar chord. Placed somewhere in the dystopian America, post Agenda 21, she lives in a desperate and devoid-of-humanity world preoccupied with energy generation and the protection of all animals at the expense of civilization.
Based on solid research and documentation of actual plans that are already implemented around the world under Sustainability and Green Growth, the fictional novel provides a frightening glimpse into the totalitarian Agenda 21 world – what it will look like, feel, and smell in the not so very distant future if the regionalism and relocation plans of ICLEI’s visioning committees are not stopped in each state.
There are two classes of humans, the ruling elite and those who generate electricity on their energy boards. The electricity is rationed for the renewable energy slaves who walk their boards daily to produce electricity, sleep on mats, but never complain why the Authority does not live the same lifestyle. The concrete cubicle dwellers receive just enough water and nourishment cubes to survive each day. They live in walled compounds guarded by gatekeepers and surrounded by the stench of re-cycling.
They’ve been trapped in a maze-like existence for so long that most have forgotten what it was like to be free, what the outside world looked like. The younger energy slaves have never known freedom or their history because books had been banned and confiscated long time ago. The dwindling young survive under the fear of the Enforcers, in their tiny Living Spaces, pliably bending to the unquestionable will of the Central Authority.
The Law of the Sea Treaty (LOST), if ever ratified by the United States, will be administered by an elite United Nations group called the Authority. They will have the power to control, harvest, and tax any activities on the seas, oceans, and rivers.
The story is told through the voice and prism of Emmeline, a child raised in a real home, with parents, a house, land, sunshine, and freedom. But her idyllic existence ended at a very young age and she had little memory of the good life or of the place where she was born in Kansas. She lives through her mother’s stories until both parents are disappeared by the Central Authority.
Unlike Emmeline, the majority of young people have never seen or known their parents, having been taken away at birth into the care of the Republic. They live in the Children’s Village, a subtle reference to Hillary’s “it takes a village.” Nobody knows what is beyond the walled compounds of the circular village. An occasional parade of soldiers assures the inhabitants that there is an army of black clad drones.
Once children hit puberty, they are moved to compounds with tiny spaces, regularly inspected for compliance, paired for reproduction, streamlined for bare existence, devoid of love, feelings, direct eye contact, and with sparse human interaction. It was this drab existence with color-coded uniforms and scarves that brought tears to my eyes and memories of my former life under communism.
When thousands of families could not afford to house, feed, and dress their children, the state stepped in generously and promised to take care of them, while removing mom and dad’s parental rights and making the children wards of the state. These babies were put into dirty orphanages, cared by state employees who were barely paid and did not care much for the orphans. They were left unclothed, cold, unwashed, wallowing in their own urine and feces, and wanting for human touch. Without cuddling, touching, and holding, neglected babies, who cried themselves to sleep for hours every day, grew into toddlers who rocked themselves back and forth, back and forth in their cribs in search of self-comfort. The sight of these impaired children was heartbreaking. They grew into severely damaged humans, lost to society.
A masterful writer, Harriet Parke paints with her stylus many shades of darkness, punctuated by the occasional ray of sunshine, the dreary existence of her main character, Emmeline, and the forced enslavement of the children of the future in the Central Authority’s quest to preserve the Republic as environmentally pristine as possible, beholden to its symbol, the shiny Globe, a planet populated by revered wildlife and supported by human slaves who generate clean energy by walking and biking.
Will the human spirit and the quest for freedom prevail?