“I declare to you that there is nothing covered up that is not going to be revealed; there is nothing hidden that shall not be known” [UB 1681]. As, now

know, all of Vlad’s Cabalists. They’ve seen in Art’s archives what’s happening. Verily, they know, now.

There is nothing hidden that shall not be known. As know, all of Vlad’s men, not. Therein’s the key to understanding why men say and do, all the right

things on Luna and say and do on Urantia, oppositely, the wrong things. Who taught men, wrong from right?

Who, dear lector, teaches, ye men? And who teaches, the children? And pray tell, who may or may not be, teaching, your dearest, grandchildren?

They well know, what’s happening. Don says of Nixon, ‘He left. I don’t leave.’ Leaving groundswells, of children.

The Cabalists well know, what’s happening. They’ve been discussing it nightly, in soirée, with Arthur. In the hope of penning together, a Panacea,

for Pangaea. An algorithm. To pen 280 character, poetry. Social media revolutions, for Urantia, nee, Pangaea.

A social media revolution, may well spark, a velvet, revolution. Xi says he’ll retaliate if Don escalates trade tensions; knowing, by his tweets, Don’s

intention, is, just that. Twitter Diplomacy. A signature, innovation; precursor to a Velvet, Revolution.

Only seemingly incredibly, the Watcher’s plan to have Art return from the future to co-author with his Cabalist brothers their magnum opus,

implausibly, is working. A new, genre. Nonfictional. Fictional. Interactive. Swords. Words. Kleptography. And NOBUS.

The Watcher’s Plan: ‘Tis not, to be sure, ‘America First’. ‘Tis, acting on The Almighty’s behalf, ’Urantia First’, most assuredly. The Godless Communists on

the Cabal, have come to believe in Him. And his just, retribution. Yet lagging behind, is The Don.