The Wool Pulled Over

By Kris Oanes

This is a book that will bring hidden factors of our every existence here on earth with time from our past into the future and back to the present. How one will contribute to the change of everything we thought we knew. Keep your mind open as you read it. Some information will spark your own imagination and questions right to the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496928665

Kris Oanes

He is a common blue collar man who has imagination that has lead him down a path to connect him with science and history of earth others have missed.

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Prologue

The primary thing I hoped to accomplish when I started this book was to find out as much as I could about life on earth and in the universe. After gleaning that information, I wanted to share my theories with others.

First on my list of questions was, What is all this life about? Of course, that led to me questioning our role in endless space, our place in the universe as humans, our interactions with our planet’s animals, sea and all its life, and our relationship with God and all the other gods that civilizations have created throughout time.

Over the course of my studies, I’ve created all kinds of theories. And all that thinking led me to ask myself, If there is a God, why can He not take control of all of mankind and make us get along. And while he’s at it, how about getting rid of all the diseases?

I have always been of the conviction that, if life exists on our planet, surely there must be life elsewhere in our vast universe. Some might consider it a waste of time, but my conviction compelled me to gobble up as much information as I could about unidentified flying objects (UFOs), possible life on other planets, and the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence Institute (which is a not-for-profit organization that searches for aliens).

Of course, I also touch on the idea of death. Death is on everyone’s mind, especially as we age and mortality looms closer. I think my beliefs are suitable for me because they allow ease in my mind. I believe that all animals, from birth, begin a learning process that continues until death. Reincarnation fits into my theory that each life may be as years of school. In my heart, I feel the soul is an entity that is made up of the sum of all the lives we have lived; that is to say, our lives are experience or training for our real identity and destiny as a soul.

Have you ever heard of a child who is said to have an old soul? This pertains especially to kids who have an amazing understanding of music before they ever meet a teacher. Children who have a special calm about them also earn that old-soul title at times. Sometimes you feel they have been around longer than their biological age would justify. Sadly, this phenomenon seems to disappear at puberty. Still, this phenomenon drives me to connect the dots. Maybe the answers to all these questions are right in front of us.

Chapter 1

In the early 1990s, my life took a turn that really caught my attention. It happened while I was at work at an auto-body shop in La Crosse, Wisconsin. The radio station spewed some barely researched piece of ticker news between its musical offerings. Evidently, a new disease had spread enough for mainstream media to pick up the story. The breaking news had a terrifying kinship to the first reports of HIV and AIDS. It was another sexually transmitted disease meant to punish mankind for its immoral ways. Its symptoms were not as aggressive as those of AIDS, but they were heartbreaking. Plus, the new disease threatened civilization.

This new disease was called TLS, and not until much later would I discover the horrifying meaning of those letters. Medical experts had tracked its source to the northern areas of Africa, the same region that was the breeding ground for HIV. The symptoms accredited to TLS presented in male reproductive organs, effectively taking away the desire to have sex. In this way, the new disease emotionally and physically sterilized the males of the Homo sapiens species.

When I arrived home that night, I went online to see what I could find but found nothing. I thought I might be too early, that the online world was just a little behind. It seemed strange to me that mainstream media would so suddenly drop such a fascinating topic. I was not willing to let the issue slip from my consciousness. For the next few years, I continued to use the Internet to chat with others to see whether anyone else was still interested in TLS.

And then, in 1996, I stumbled into a conversation with a seemingly older gentleman in a medical chat room. He proclaimed to have heard of TLS, but he had not come across much information. I felt he was holding back. Still, over time, we talked quite often, and he was becoming a friend. We got so comfortable with one another that we shared intimate details about our families through our conversations that lasted several months.

Often, we ended up writing to each other about wars. My new friend’s name was Yearg Schmidt, and he seemed to have studied World War II extensively. Yearg kept me guessing on quite a few of his personal details. Allegedly, he was living in Italy, but he did not specify where. He never really disclosed his profession, merely stating that he worked for an institution of health and wellness. After that, I tried regularly to discover more about Yearg’s work, but my amateur attempts at sly interrogation were more akin to pulling teeth and rarely resulted in simple answers.

In 2001, the day after the terrorist attacks on the United States, Yearg e-mailed me an explosive confession. He was sick of fighting, and tired of innocent people dying because a few angry men chose to be violent. He started to open up. Yearg believed that there were secrets about wars that needed to come out. He wanted to tell me, his new friend, about a secret he knew. But Yearg hesitated. He thought my country and I might be too distraught from the recent attack to deal with the truth about an old war—his old war. That was the last e-mail I received from him for about a month.

I bombarded Yearg with messages, assuring him of my loyalty and trustworthiness. I wanted my mysterious friend to believe that I would keep his secret, and I offered my unconditional help and support. Finally, after more than a month, Yearg broke his silence by asking whether I would be able to go online that evening. He told me he was going to explain something, and I responded simply, Yes.

Chapter 2

My day at work was difficult, and I had a tough time staying focused. My country—the mighty United States—had declared a war on terror and was doing everything it could to find and punish those responsible for the cowardly attack on American soil.

Time crawled by until it was time to head home. I suspected that Yearg was about to tell me something he had been holding back since we first began to talk five years earlier. After I clocked out at the shop, I rushed home, threw my coat on the couch, and went straight to the kitchen. I made a quick sandwich that I could eat while sitting in front of the computer. I booted up my old Hewlett-Packard in short order, hoping I wasn’t late. At exactly 6:00 p.m., I heard the ding of my instant message software. It was Yearg.

First, he asked me about my day and the weather. And then he asked me about an annoying clicking noise he heard behind the dashboard of his car. But I was much too tense for small talk—I had been thinking about Yearg’s secret all day. Finally, I burst out: Yearg, are you going to get to the secret, or do you want to continue torturing me?

Okay. I know. I’ll probably be better off getting it out in the open! I think you’ll soon see why I’m in the field of work I’m in. It is part of my family history. And then he continued: My grandfather was a scientist who worked for the Nazis. The Nazis knew that if they wanted a chance to win the war, they could not continue to increase the size of the concentration camps. They needed to devise a new plan to deal with what they believed were inferior people.

He went on to explain that the National Socialist machine strove to eliminate those people at the source: the reproductive system. The Nazis built a secret laboratory underneath the ground in the forests of Tunisia, and there they put to work the best scientists they could convince, coerce, or kidnap. Yearg’s grandfather was one such scientist.

Some of their projects stemmed from their understanding of chemical weapons. But their new goal did not involve poisoning, killing, or maiming their targets. Rather, they sought to infect their targets with a doomsday virus that would be transmitted sexually. It would be a sleeping giant that would rise up and eliminate subjects they had decreed to be inferior, and it would target those people without the Nazis having to fire a weapon. They would never have to sacrifice another Aryan son to control the world.

The pressure on the scientists rose sharply as the Allies started gaining ground, and the two-fronted war was proving to be a logistical nightmare for Germany. Even though the war came closer and closer to being a lost cause, the scientists begged for more time. Genetic agents had to be developed and grown before being tested on live subjects to see whether they would show signs of success. As the Allied front lines closed in on the Fatherland, the generals in charge sought to move the lab somewhere safe so they could continue their evil work. They figured that, if they relocated and were successful, the remaining Nazis could go into hiding until they developed their new weapon (even if Germany lost the war). If they succeeded, they would not need an army; they would be able to control nature at the expense of their enemies.

Finally, Yearg finished telling me the incredible story. Needless to say, I was shocked. The possible results of the devious plan were much more catastrophic than any weapon of mass destruction could be. It had the potential to be far worse than the gas targeted at soldiers in World War I, the bombs that destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and the nuclear arsenals developed during the Cold War. Shockingly, his grandfather had been one of the key players.

I stopped Yearg by typing, It was fate that they were stopped before they developed anything.

The computer grew quiet, and then