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toxin was being released into the air, or what chemical was laced within the ocean’s spray, seeping deep into the sand.
    Just hours later, halfway around the globe, on the South Island of New Zealand, locals woke up to the horrifying news that fifty humpback whales and more than a hundred bottlenose dolphins had beached themselves during the night. According to the first morning news reports, it was a scene of “devastating proportions.” Almost all were dead when the first observers discovered their lifeless bodies, lined up along the beach, like ships thrown out of the sea, in a hurricane. A gruesome, heartbreaking scene, it made no sense at all. Why were such unfathomable numbers of whales and dolphins washing up along the beaches of the world in such catastrophic scenes as these? What was driving them from the deep waters to meet their death on Earth’s shores?
    Hundreds of animal conservationists and volunteers poured onto the beach to help, but with low tide sucking the waves back out to sea, there was no way to save the immobilized prisoners from their fate. To the despair of those who worked tirelessly throughout the day, the few remaining mammals still alive were dying now, and it was clear that not even a shift in the tide could save them. It was too late. Captives of the scorching summer sands, they struggled to breathe their last breaths, their eyes fixed on the humans who were there for them, in their final hours.
    Desperate people worked unrelentingly to free them, but it was all for naught. Slowly, torturously, the mighty whales and their cousins, the dolphin beings, succumbed, leaving an immense void in their passing.
    All anyone could do was to try to comfort them.
    To be utterly impotent before the mass death of such magnificent beings was to lose a piece of oneself forever. No one presentthat day would ever be free of that memory. The heartache would linger forever in the deep, deep waters of the subconscious, from where such sadness would ripple and wave, always asking, “What could have been done differently?” Who amongst them could not be struggling to accept the inevitability of such a cruel, tragic death? Such painful memories would never be erased from the hearts and souls of the people who had watched, helpless to alter the course of the events that day, and it was only right that they not be forgotten.
    While the determined still scrambled to haul buckets of seawater from the receding tide, a few stopped dead in their tracks, looking up … becoming aware that they were now almost shrouded in an eerie, fog-like haze. It was oddly unnatural, as if low clouds had been scooped up in a gigantic atmospheric vacuum cleaner and then released, adhering to what appeared to be some sort of man-made, perfectly perpendicular matrix. There was a palpable electrical charge to the air so intense that many of the volunteers could feel their hair literally standing on end, and, after a short time, they began suffering from debilitating headaches, nausea, and difficulty breathing. Most of them were well aware that whatever was causing the acute physical symptoms and the stranding and deaths of the whales and dolphins was sourced in that strange electrical grid that hovered, low and menacing, overhead.
    No one knew what in the world could be causing it, but they did know, without question, that something highly abnormal had most definitely taken place on that isolated beach off the Southern Coast.
    While all three of these bizarre, seemingly unconnected events were unfolding, only a few hours apart at different locations across the planet, from the icy fields of a remote top-security military station in Alaska, a covert network of complex antennae, covering ten city blocks, emitted destructive, extremely low frequency (ELF) energy waves around the Earth, across the oceans, and outinto the atmosphere. Free from any kind of scrutiny, the facility buzzed with the sizzling sounds of high-voltage bolts of