last week and all the pressure he’d been under recently. From John’s expressions and emotions, Yaturo was able to surmise that John would give anything to find the answers he had worked so hard to seek. And, after all those years, Yaturo felt there might be hope.
After John had finished telling his story, he quickly went on the attack, asking point-blank questions the way any good reporter would. He was looking for answers, and he knew it was up to him—not Yaturo—to do the interrogating. He asked Yaturo how he knew about the 9/11 attacks and the deadly tsunami. “Who are you really?” he asked. “Did you have anything to do with those tragedies…or others? And even if you didn’t, why didn’t you do anything to stop them or warn anyone if you knew about them ahead of time? And furthermore, what was your reason for recording that video and putting it in a box on an ocean cliff? What if it had never been found? What then?”
Suddenly Yaturo stood and took the DVD out of John’s laptop. “Is this a copy or the original?” he asked John. When John answered, he promptly broke the disk in half, opened the door to leave, and stopped to speak to John over his shoulder. “You have twenty minutes to pack your bags. I will meet you in my car outside the hotel. If you want to discuss this properly, we need to do it elsewhere. I have much to tell you about what, exactly, is going on in our world, John.”
John did exactly what Mr. Hitari said. His hotel payment had been settled, so he stuffed everything in his bags and rode off with Yaturo in his black Lexus limo.
Yaturo instructed the driver where to go and warned, “And do not interrupt us for any reason,” and then he rolled up the partition window so the driver would have to give them privacy. He then turned to John. “What I am about to tell you might change your entire perspective in life, John. This matter is very serious indeed, and I am not sure you will be able to handle what you are about to hear. If you want to leave now and forget all of this—forget that you ever found that box or saw that video or met me—I will take care of anything you need to get you back home. Tell me, John…do you want to stay or go?”
John was determined to find out what Yaturo had to say, more than ready to learn the secret behind all of it. “I’m here, and I’m not turning back now,” he said to Yaturo with a firm nod.
The two didn’t utter a word to each other for the reminder of the way, until they reached a lovely place with stunning views. It seemed to be one of Kyoto’s golf resorts. John had never played golf, but he did enjoy watching the sport.
“I enjoy breakfast here from time to time,” Yaturo said, taking in the serene view of the beautiful course. Yaturo chose an isolated table, and once they were seated, he began talking more to John. “Many things in life are different than they seem, John. For instance, you might see those who seem to be doing great things, but in reality, they aren’t the ones responsible for it. You can think of it like a grand puppet show. You might admire the puppet and have certain feelings for it, and you might even bond with it in some way, but in reality, it is just a puppet. Without its strings or its master, it cannot even move. There must always be a puppet master, John—someone pulling the strings.” He added, “Look, John…to be more practical and direct in life, a great number of the influential people on Earth have had the knowledge of the future passed on to them. Those stories you and the rest of the world hear about people making billions from nothing aren’t as they might seem. Those people had prior information. They already knew what to do, what financial decisions to make, where they should invest. They knew what property to buy and when to sell it, what companies would make it and which ones wouldn’t. They even knew all the certain outcomes of the most important events
After John had finished telling his story, he quickly went on the attack, asking point-blank questions the way any good reporter would. He was looking for answers, and he knew it was up to him—not Yaturo—to do the interrogating. He asked Yaturo how he knew about the 9/11 attacks and the deadly tsunami. “Who are you really?” he asked. “Did you have anything to do with those tragedies…or others? And even if you didn’t, why didn’t you do anything to stop them or warn anyone if you knew about them ahead of time? And furthermore, what was your reason for recording that video and putting it in a box on an ocean cliff? What if it had never been found? What then?”
Suddenly Yaturo stood and took the DVD out of John’s laptop. “Is this a copy or the original?” he asked John. When John answered, he promptly broke the disk in half, opened the door to leave, and stopped to speak to John over his shoulder. “You have twenty minutes to pack your bags. I will meet you in my car outside the hotel. If you want to discuss this properly, we need to do it elsewhere. I have much to tell you about what, exactly, is going on in our world, John.”
John did exactly what Mr. Hitari said. His hotel payment had been settled, so he stuffed everything in his bags and rode off with Yaturo in his black Lexus limo.
Yaturo instructed the driver where to go and warned, “And do not interrupt us for any reason,” and then he rolled up the partition window so the driver would have to give them privacy. He then turned to John. “What I am about to tell you might change your entire perspective in life, John. This matter is very serious indeed, and I am not sure you will be able to handle what you are about to hear. If you want to leave now and forget all of this—forget that you ever found that box or saw that video or met me—I will take care of anything you need to get you back home. Tell me, John…do you want to stay or go?”
John was determined to find out what Yaturo had to say, more than ready to learn the secret behind all of it. “I’m here, and I’m not turning back now,” he said to Yaturo with a firm nod.
The two didn’t utter a word to each other for the reminder of the way, until they reached a lovely place with stunning views. It seemed to be one of Kyoto’s golf resorts. John had never played golf, but he did enjoy watching the sport.
“I enjoy breakfast here from time to time,” Yaturo said, taking in the serene view of the beautiful course. Yaturo chose an isolated table, and once they were seated, he began talking more to John. “Many things in life are different than they seem, John. For instance, you might see those who seem to be doing great things, but in reality, they aren’t the ones responsible for it. You can think of it like a grand puppet show. You might admire the puppet and have certain feelings for it, and you might even bond with it in some way, but in reality, it is just a puppet. Without its strings or its master, it cannot even move. There must always be a puppet master, John—someone pulling the strings.” He added, “Look, John…to be more practical and direct in life, a great number of the influential people on Earth have had the knowledge of the future passed on to them. Those stories you and the rest of the world hear about people making billions from nothing aren’t as they might seem. Those people had prior information. They already knew what to do, what financial decisions to make, where they should invest. They knew what property to buy and when to sell it, what companies would make it and which ones wouldn’t. They even knew all the certain outcomes of the most important events
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