The Truth About the (Music) ‘Industry’ Expounded in The Prodigal Band Trilogy (Part Five)—If Dead Rock Stars Could Talk (Part Two)

In Part One is listed several rockers and others who ‘committed suicide’ (or were murdered, and there is plenty of evidence to back these claims as the victims tended toward exposing the evil agendas they discovered in the music industry), including the so-called ‘27 Club’ highlighted by Jimi Hendrix and Kurt Cobain, and more recently, Chris Cornell of Soundgarden and Chester Bennington of Linkin Park, within months of each other, for planning to aid children harmed by pedophilia and trafficking. And it is not a coincidence that right after Swedish DJ Avicii created and released a video, ‘For a Better Day,’ that exposed child trafficking rings, he was also ‘suicided’ by ‘hanging from a doorknob.’

The post began with the opening line of the third novel in The Prodigal Band Trilogy, The Prodigal Band: “If dead rock stars could talk.”

If these dead rock stars could talk, we would know a lot more about the evils being perpetrated by the rulers of the industry, and the world itself.

The notion of entertainers in and out of the music industry being ‘suicided’ or otherwise punished for resisting and exposing the evil in the industry really didn’t hit me until after the first two trilogy novels, Battle of the Band and The Prophesied Band, were published in the latter 90s. Right after The Prophesied Band was published, we got dial-up internet, which provided me with research material to help me finish the trilogy, but it took years of research (among other things which kept me busy and putting off the third novel for nearly 20 years) to realize that the idea of ‘if dead rock stars could talk’ needed to be placed front and center within the plot. Further, if the prodigal band realized they were being targeted by the elites for turning against the narrative, they would finally wake up to the surest way to ‘redeem’ themselves from the evil that would be unleashed upon them, given the choice to do so, or not.

Since I have already provided several snippets relating to the evil side carrying out plans of killing the band members that did not work out as they planned, the snippets posts here reveal the actual plots, not the outcomes.

The first snippet from Chapter Twelve of The Prodigal Band tells of a plot by Dark Web members Trenchcoat, a phony ‘Christian’ minister named Ike Lawson who repeatedly tried to get the prodigal band Sound Unltd banned in the US, and the leader, ‘Beast.’ The plot involving the placing of a bomb in a compartment under a seat area in the private jet the band owned and used to cross the Atlantic from the US to attend a (phony) Directorate meeting in London had failed. The jet did burn, but no one was harmed and the bomb that was supposed to explode over the Irish Sea instead went off after the plane had landed. The six band members had been removed from the jet as the bomb went off into a white void, and the pilots were unharmed as well. In this snippet, ‘Beast’ questions why the plot failed and comes up with another plot coordinated with members of the satanic Hellyons who were also Directorate members. This was the plot to sacrifice them all unless they ‘signed an Oath’ to the satanic spiritual figure, Corion, and would take place in a dungeon of the evil Baron Torquay. This, too, would fail. Here is the snippet.

“I don’t know if you screwed up or not!” A man with a mask and hood, speaking through a voice distortion device, looked at both Ike Lawson and Trenchcoat. “Your mission for the Dark Web was to plant a bomb set to go off roughly nine and a half hours later once it was set by you, Trenchcoat, at the airport in Philadelphia. Did you get my instructions correct? Your mission was to either kill them or severely wound them. So how did all six of them get off the jet scot-free?”

“It was supposed to go off over the Irish Sea. That is what I timed it for,” Trenchcoat replied, nervous. “Now if it was timed for say, five hours, it would have gone off over the Atlantic and they’d have either died with the bomb or died in the ocean, either by drowning or hypothermia. The northern Atlantic is very cold, even this time of year.”

Lawson, once a supposedly Christian preacher of a very large church in Richmont who was actually a Hellyon as well as covert spy—and, unbeknownst to the entire world, an assassin for the world’s most secret spy organization, the Dark Web—defended Trenchcoat’s actions. “You know you never made it completely clear whether you wanted them dead or alive! If you wanted them dead, then setting that bomb to go off five hours later would simply have killed them all. No way would they have survived the ice cold northern Atlantic. And if another ship was in the area, it would have been too late anyway. Were you expecting some ‘HMS Titanic’ rescue scenario? Do you know how far away land is from a spot five hours out of Philly? The closest land from where helicopters could have tried to rescue them would have been, maybe, either Iceland or Greenland or arctic Canada.”

‘Beast’ as he was called, who headed the entire Dark Web—not even the Novordos knew who ‘Beast’ was!—then defended himself. “True. And I could not have set a definitive plot anyway, because our cohorts weren’t sure, either. The Novordos wanted them dead. The Hellyons wanted them alive for the moment, then would kill them later, either if they gave the Oath to Satan and would still be sacrificed afterwards, or if they did not give the Oath and would be sacrificed on the altar.”

“But did it have to be set up like that? Can’t they just be killed, say, in car wrecks like we do reporters and heads of state that will not do as they are told, or shootings, or poisoning, like Mark did with Neville?” Because all Ike Lawson wanted was to see the death of Sound Unltd, who refused to worship his ‘god,’ Satan.

“Yes, it did. Why do you think Baron called a Directorate meeting that would never happen? And why do you think they were all even given seats on the Directorate?  We could have just chosen Mick. We chose all of them so we could kill all of them together. Hell, they could have just taken the money in the Foray sale and ran with it. But Mick wanted a Directorate seat, right, as well. Otherwise no deal, he told X. So why not ensure the deal with six seats given? That way, they would be given a phony message of assurance that they could do whatever music they wished. That they could remain outside of our control. And we were not going to allow that for very long!”

Trenchcoat, a dark-skinned assassin with expertise in explosive devices, having been trained as a teen in the Middle-East by Intelligence operatives, asked, “So what is next? The Directorate meeting is a fake. What do you want me to do to bring them to the Hellyon meeting?”

“When that is worked out tonight, we will let you both know. You will bag their heads and tie them up and drug them, and bring them to the dungeon. You will not hurt them otherwise. These aren’t completely useless sacrifices, you know!”

Since the ‘sacrifice’ plot also failed, the Hellyons and the ‘Dark Web’ had to come up with something that not only would affect the band members but their families as well. So, the new plot was to burn the beach house of guitarist Jack (carried out by ‘Beast’), with Beast thinking Jack and the family would be there. Another plot against the estates and families of singer Erik and bassist Keith whom both lived in ‘LA Hills’ in fancy estates involved assaults and likely killings. This plot was coordinated by a man named Brock, a high-up Dark Web leader, in a house close by both estates in the same gated community. He is instructing four other Dark Web underlings on the details of the plot; the Mullock (Keith’s) place would be attacked first, then the Manning (Erik’s) place. The two estates were one behind the other. (Note: Synthist Bry lived in rural far west Texas; guitarist-producer Mick lived in Wales and drummer Tom lived in Morocco.) From Chapter Fifteen of The Prodigal Band:

Brock, third-in-command in the Dark Web and ‘Beast’s’ number one Stateside operative, gave his four minions instructions in a bare room with nothing but chairs at a table and a laptop connected to a wide-screen TV, which showed the landscape of two estates, one-on-top-of-the-other, which could also be zoomed-in to show entrance-ways and exit points, including where to cut the fence going from one to the other.

“Now, we don’t know in which estate our targets will be, but we are assuming all of our targets will be in either house. Our spy has informed us of this. Another target left for their beach house earlier. If there is anything left of it, that is!”

Shorts laughs.

He continued. “Since the Mullocks live right up the road, they will be the first target. Again, we do not know anything but that likely they at least will be there, if not others as well. So they are the first target. Remember, if seen by house staff or whoever, shoot-to-kill-on-sight. Do not leave any witnesses. Likely they’re all illegal alien house staff anyway!”

More laughs.

“But do not leave anyone alive. And check every room. Keep in mind, that house has stairways everywhere so try not to get lost!”

More laughs.

“Seriously. Some tabloid once compared it to an avant-garde painting!”

One of the thugs then said, “Well then why don’t we just blow the place up?”

More laughs.

“I did have that thought. But no, because if we blow that place up, then we could be alerting our next target—the Mannings. And again, kill them all, including staff, except for their baby boy, Jason. He is for, you know.”

And, after invading the Mullock residence, the thugs would cut the fence wires leading to the back end of Erik’s place. Since a spy claimed that none of the Mannings used the front end of the hacienda except when necessary, the front end would be the best entry-point, and the house staff be damned.

The next snippet set of posts dealing with historical events mentioned in the trilogy will begin in about two weeks. They will include invasions (Roman, Norman, Viking) and some Celtic history including Druids and rituals. And more.

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The Prodigal Band Trilogy © 2019 by Deborah Lagarde, Battle of the Band © 1996 by Deborah Lagarde, The Prophesied Band © 1998 by Deborah Lagarde and The Prodigal Band © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde. Permission needed to copy any materials off this page.

Author: deborahlagarde

Born on Long Island, NY, in 1952, now live in the mountains of far west Texas. Began writing fiction stories at about 8 years old with pen and loose leaf paper, and created the characters in my Prodigal Band Trilogy as a teenager. From the 70s to the 90s I created the scenario which I believe was inspired. While bringing up and home schooling my two children I continued to work on the novels and published "Battle of the Band" in 1996 and "The Prophesied Band" in 1998. Took off the next several years to complete home schooling and also working as an office manager for the local POA. In 2016, I retired, then resumed The Prodigal Band, a FREE PDF book that tells the whole story to its glorious end. Hint: I'm a true believer in Christ and I'm on a mission from God, writing to future believers, not preaching to the choir. God gave me a talent and, like the band in my books, I am using that talent for His glory, not mine (and, like me, the band is on its own journey, only fictional.) I also wrote for my college newspaper and headed up production, was a columnist in a local newspaper in the early 2000s, and wrote for and edited "Log of the Trail," the news letter for the Texas Mountain Trail Writers, and wrote for and edited it's yearly catalog of writings, "Chaos West of the Pecos." OmegaBooks is my self-publishing sole proprietorship company founded in 1995. Other jobs included teaching secondary math, health aide, office worker, assembly line work, and free-lance writing and bookkeeping,much of it while home schooling.

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