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At the Greendome home of a young lady named Inge Hahn, a Sanitation Auditor
mentions that in recent months she has gone from a seven dollar subscrip-
tion to five dollar a month can, and he wants to know why.

“The war’s over now and I lost my job to a returning soldier,” Inge ex-
plains. “You know how it is. Money never seems to go far enough. I had to
get my budget more in line with my income and trash pickup was a big item.”

“How did you manage it?”

“Oh, you know, I just got a little smarter in the groceries I buy and in
the way I prepare my trash. You can nest trash within trash within trash if
you just give it a little thought. There isn’t a weight surcharge, is
there?”

“Only if there’s evidence of compacting, which you’ve so far managed to
avoid. Would you mind if I looked in your backyard?”

Inge is a little too savvy for that. “Show me a search warrant,” she says
firmly.

“How about your husband, Miss Hahn?” the Auditor tries. “Is he home? Would
he invite me out back?”

“It’s just me here,” Inge says sternly. “And even if I had a husband, he
wouldn’t be the sort of fellow who does an end run around his own wife.”

“You say you’re looking for work?” he tries again. “You know, your future
employer might blame the inconvenience of any greater scrutiny of their
dumpsters on the uncooperative attitude of one of their new employees, if
word got back.”

“Get a warrant, clown!” she barks. “I know my rights!” The door is slammed
in the Sanitation Auditor’s face.

Damnation! he thinks. And the way liberal judges are ruling nowadays, it
would take more than going from a medium can to a small can to get a search
warrant. So he left for the easier target next door who had gone from a
family-size jumbo ten dollar a month can to the five dollar one. They cer-
tainly had some explaining to do. He made a note that if Inge Hahn’s trash
was so much as one inch overflowing, to charge her the full seven dollars
of the next can up in size.

As soon as the door slams shut, Jerry, Robyn, Hunky, and Dory come out from
hiding to join Inge in her modest living room. Doris Day is belting one out
on the large radio that is the center of entertainment in the home. Hunky
and Dory, as usual, are holding hands. Robyn is a few months along in har
pregnancy and starting to show.

“That was very satisfying,” Inge tells them. She is only a few years older
than the four members of the Boda, and so blond that her hair is almost
white, plus there is an outrageous storm of brown freckles all over her
face and body. She is being meticulously groomed to be the first new member
to join the Boda.

“It only gets better,” Jerry Shybear tell her. “Are you ready to go to your
training house?”

“Ready when you are.”

Jerry brings out the macro he has manufactured for Inge. It looks like an
ordinary flashlight, but when Jerry turns it on the thing glows purple, and
hisses like an acetylene torch. He feeds a banana peel into the lens of the
flashlight, which gobbles it up with not a trace left over.

“Where did it go?”

“Each atom of the banana peel is scattered to a random point somewhere in a
huge ball, fourteen miles wide and centered on your house. A couple three
atoms of the banana peel might even be inside you, Inge, but you didn’t
feel them pop in.”

“Why is it hissing like that?”

“That’s the air in the house being sucked in,” Jerry explains.

“Let me show you a neat trick,” Hunky says. She tosses a bottle cap from
six feet away. It would have missed, but the hissing air near the flash-
light lens guides it in to its doom.

“What is that purple glow?”

“That’s the actual macro effect.”

“It looks more like a steady flame. Why is it shaped like a cone?”

“It’s because fresh air comes in from the edges, so the particles of the
macro effect meet them sooner, but in the middle there’s a vacuum created
so the ray goes higher before meeting their first atom of air.”

“Is that as high as it gets?”

“Nope, more juice makes it taller,” Jerry says, carefully twisting the lens
of the flashlight and making the purple “flame” grow to three feet.

“It’s good for cutting too,” Robyn says. Sha passes Inge’s softball bat
through the purple light. The bat falls into two pieces with the middle
section effortlessly carved out.

So with Jerry leading the way, he shows Inge how to open the macro to wide
beam and cut a tunnel from her basement to the next door neighbor’s house,
which has no basement. The new tunnel is tall enough for them to walk
through it without crouching. It ends with a little cave-in of earth. A
small ladder from Inge’s garage is brought forward. All of them quietly
gather under the floorboards of House Ten and wait for the sounds of foot-
steps above to stop. When they do, that means everyone in the house has
gone to work or school.

Inge and the Boda all enter through an access hatch in the floor of a clos-
et that had been constructed to allow the owner to make an inspection under
the house.

The womenfolk to to the kitchen. “Just grab a couple dinner plates,” Dory
says. “Just a couple of coffee cups. Not enough to raise alarms.”

“I get it,” Inge says. “Even if they miss them, they’ll just assume someone
broke them washing them or something.”

“Right.”

Jerry takes care of the trash. “I’m leaving just enough to fill a five dol-
lar can.”

“Why not zap all the trash?” Inge asks him.

“We learned our lesson the hard way. No trash raises alarms. Less trash
just raises eyebrows. Now if your hosts here in House Ten go to a smaller
can just like you did, you’ll be saving them five dollars a month. So you
can skim five dollars a month in value from this host.”

“Value in what?”

“A little food from the fridge, a little beer, electric power. I’m going to
show you how to tap into their lines safely. When you get seven or eight
host homes on your grid they shouldn’t even notice the drain of your own
use.”

“Ah, but living in caves underground, though,” Inge murmurs, as though hav-
ing second thoughts.

“It’s not that bad,” Hunky says. “Most days you spend in houses while the
occupants are away, just like we are doing right now. Besides, no one is
looking for you yet. There’s no reason you can’t keep living out of your
own house for the time being.”

“Until I get caught.”

“If you get caught being the Trash Fairy,” Robyn said, “do what I did when
you caught me. Try to convert them.”

“And if they refuse?”

“If they refuse,” sha says with a wicked grin, “just remember a macro is
the perfect tool to make problems disappear.”

Everyone sees the hundred dollars of cash lying on the top of a dresser
drawer in the master bedroom, but it remains to be seen what Inge Hahn will
do.

Inga sees Jerry watching him. She looks at the money, then back at Jerry.

“What, are you crazy? We take that money and our whole structure comes
crashing down.”

Jerry Shybear breathes a sigh of relief. A hurdle had been passed. In that
moment, in fact, he believes he has won.

In truth, Inge has all the money she could want or need. She lied to the
Sanitation Auditor when she said she lost her job after the war. Inge has
never held a job. She lives on a bottomless allowance from her father, but
not even the Boda know about that. She is, in fact, something of a mystery
to them, but if Inge ever truly becomes one of them, and participates in
the Sharing, everything about her would be laid out under the light of day.
So they bide their time and guide her along.

Several months earlier when Robyn gave Hunky and Dory their own macros and
told them to think of something to do with them, they started to dig under
the ground just like Robyn’s father Erik had once done, but they did it to
create a network of tunnels between many of the houses in Greendome. Their
happy pastime was to explore empty houses when the owners were away at work
or else on vacations.

Due to the ongoing persecution of the Church by DECON, many of the houses
on the Boda’s network were never occupied and became “Safe Houses” much of
the time, at least when realtors were not showcasing them to potential buy-
ers. Inge had caught Robyn trying Hunky and Dory’s game solo.

The Boda recruited women looking for work. It was light industrial labor.
Here and there in a variety of Safe Houses gals would do hit-and-run stints
assembling parts for macros. They had no idea what they were working on.
There was no paper trail whatsoever, all the records were kept in the nano-
technology-enhanced minds of Boda members.

The workers were paid in cash, every day. Their partially completed units
would be walked to other Safe Houses where only Boda members performed the
final assembly and armed the self-destruct devices inside them before they
could be signed out to new homes on the network.

When the Boda’s secret network grew to cover the entire city of Greendome
forty percent of the people were only using the small five dollar cans. The
county government, which was thoroughly infiltrated by DECON now, made up
for the shortfall by charging a flat ten dollars no matter what size can
was used.

The Boda retaliated by going to total trash disposal…one hundred percent
of their host’s garbage was zapped, and many of the citizens dropped weekly
pick-up service altogether.

Citizens who cooperated with the Sanitation Auditors and allowed them to
come inside their homes were punished by the Boda most severely. The Trash
Fairy never visited them again. But those citizens who were ordered by a
judge to allow a Sanitation Auditor to inspect their homes were not pun-
ished. Trash pickup continued through a small hole in the bottom of their
trash can. All of the citizens treated in this way resented DECON and the
courts enough not to mention the neat round hole that had appeared at the
bottom of their trash can.

The City’s next move was a ten dollar surcharge on electric power for every
home not subscribed to weekly trash pickup service. Jerry Shybear countered
with a type of macro that ate only electrons. Tie your circuit to earth
ground for a source of free electrons, and Jerry’s macro constantly dis-
posed of them. You got a current flow. Part of this was diverted to run
the macro itself but the rest was free juice. The electricity was run
through an inverter, phase-matched to the existing 60 HZ AC line current,
and soon many houses went off the City’s power grid for good.

The Boda wasn’t just confined to the neighborhoods. A large fraction of the
cost of doing any kind of manufacturing was in disposing of hazardous
wastes. The Boda would do that for one company at ridiculously low prices,
allowing that company to pass the savings on to the consumer and drive all
their competitors out of business. Then, armed with their monopoly, prices
would creep back up and the Boda would in turn squeeze them for a share.
Drilling for water costs five hundred bucks? The Boda will do it for one
hundred. Drilling for oil costs ten thousand bucks? The Boda will do it for
$200 with a macro and a ball of twine to hang it from.

Given sufficient time even bumbling government operatives eventually had a
few successes. DECON managed to capture a handful of macros to see what the
fuss was about and to see what could be done to neutralize them. The gov-
ernment even found a use for their commandeered macros. They were far more
efficient at destroying incriminating documents than the much slower paper
shredders, which tended to jam. But any attempt to penetrate the secrets of
the macro by disassembly or X-ray resulted in an inert unit as the crucial
components somehow disappeared.

In late spring of 1946 Robyn gives birth to her daughter Ariel Shybear.
Because sha is still essentially a fugitive, it has to be a home delivery.
A hospital was just right out of the question. The entire Boda, including
now Inge, does what they can for har but there is no solution for Robyn’s
labor pain. Between contractions sha keeps saying, “It hurts like hell.”

The story in the Jewish scriptures is that the pain of childbirth was a
curse laid down on Eve by God for daring to put two competing hypotheses
about the lethality of a certain fruit in the Garden of Eden to a scientif-
ic test, using Adam as a control subject.The Buron lays out a different
reason that makes more sense. Humans are the only animals on Earth that
walk upright. At every moment, they are faced with the threat of being dis-
emboweled simply by standing up. So the hole in the pelvic floor has to be
as small as possible to prevent that. At the same time, humans have the
largest brains of any animal on Earth as a percentage of their total body
mass. So the opening in the pelvis cannot be too small, or the infant would
be wedged in the birth canal and die, and take the mother with it. A baby’s
skull does not fully form until after birth, so it actually deforms during
birth to ease the passage, but the ordeal is still very dangerous for both,
and extremely painful for the mother.

But when it is all over Robyn has baby Ariel and the pain is forgotten.
Since Robyn has been transformed into a nephilim, a yin, with two Z chromo-
somes, while Jerry remains a human male with XY chromosomes, the only pos-
sible genders Robyn’s baby could be are an XZ, either an ambi or jen, or an
YZ, or a yang. Ariel turned out to be an ambi.

All nephilim have a set of two genitals.As an ambi, Ariel is similar to a
jen like Yeshua genetically, but rather than having hez penis located over
hez vagina, the vagina of Ariel is positioned over hez penis.

Ariel is perfectly healthy and comes with a little pad of soft black hair.
Robyn found that words would always fail to fully convey the greatest pos-
sible human experience, that of bringing another life into the world. To
Robyn, baby Ariel was:

Doll-like
Dainty
Ruddy
Feisty
Beautiful

Robyn loves to hold hez face close to har own and sniff hez soft baby
scent, that special new person smell. Robyn can hardly believe sha is Ari-
el’s mother! And Jerry’s joy in Ariel is just as great as Robyn’s, even if
he could never grasp the full depth of har joy in giving life to the baby.
One time Haziel tried to describe this joy to Yeshua after giving birth to
Del, but it really is something that must be experienced to be grasped.

Earl Roland keeps tightening his noose on the Boda, and they continue to
live like rats underneath Greendome. Robyn and Jerry have a second child,
but it is a yang this time, and they name hym Edgar.

Late in June 1947 a US Marine C-46 transport plane crashes on the western
side of Mount Rainier, the highest peak in the Cascade Range, and when word
gets around, a private pilot named Ken Arnold volunteers to aid with the
search. While he is circling the mountain on June 24 he spots a cluster of
nine brightly glowing meteors rushing past his plane at supersonic speed
toward remote Mt. Adams in the south. Because they are pieces of a fireball
in the process of breaking up, they seem to be flying in formation, so Ar-
nold assumes they are aircraft, and he interpreted their intermittent
bursts of brightness to be sunlight glinting off polished aluminum.

The pieces are of irregular shape and they are tumbling, which makes them
appear to randomly hop up and down in the air stream. After his flight Ken
tells a reporter that they flew like “a saucer skipping over water.” This
is the first modern sighting of Unidentified Flying Objects and it sparks a
national obsession with “flying saucers” that borders on mass hysteria be-
cause people insist on identifying them as spacecraft operated by
aliens.Perhaps it was just more fun that way.

By July there has been many more saucer sightings. Some are ordinary mis-
takes but most are outright copycat hoaxes. The reporter has somehow gar-
bled Arnold’s description. The pilot merely tried to convey that the ob-
jects moved like saucers, not that they looked like saucers. But it is too
late, the erroneous quote is already in print, so everyone is “seeing” sau-
cers.

In Greendome Jerry is working to adapt home-built macros to an air frame.
Jerry’s idea is to obtain powered flight by constantly sucking in air from
an intake manifold on the roof of the vehicle, making the air simply “go
away” and thus creating a bubble of low pressure over the vehicle. Theoret-
ically this would create lift, much with like a helicopter, but with an
ability to stay aloft indefinitely. Jerry is, however, stumped on a final
body design.

The first thing that comes to Robyn’s mind is the big national flying sau-
cer craze. She says, “If we make it in the shape of a flying saucer, then
even if people see us and report it, they won’t be believed. If they photo-
graph us in flight, they will be accused of taking a snapshot of a hub
cap.”

Jerry thinks that is a truly brilliant idea and he, with Hunky’s help,
builds two flying saucers powered by the macro process. He spends a week
teaching Inge, Hunky, and Dory how to use them, but Robyn is too busy with
her newborn Edgar and her toddler Ariel to learn to fly.

Hunky and Dory take one saucer to visit Alaska, a trip is all pleasure and
no business. So sparsely inhabited is that state that few UFO reports are
forthcoming from their trip. That leaves just Jerry and Inge and the second
saucer, since Robyn can’t go anywhere with her hands full.Jerry brings out
his puppy-dog face, indicating to his wife that he wanted to take Inge out
on the saucer, and Robyn has to make a decision.

For a year and more Robyn has been using her power of prediction to keep
anyone in the Boda from being picked up by DECON. Some mornings sha’d say,
“Don’t go to that house today, Earl’ll getcha.”Sha already knew Inge Hahn’s
real name and what will happen if they force the Sharing, so she never
pushes for it. She knows Jerry is up for a tour of the national parks in
the American southwest, a decent inspection of the Grand Canyon in Arizona
and the wind-carved sandstone marvels of Utah that would require at least
ten days, just him and Inge alone in a saucer, and she knows they have
hanky-panky on their mind, but that, bad as it is to Robyn, isn’t the worst
thing that can happen.If Robyn doesn’t let them go, there’s no longer any
scenario where the Boda avoids being captured by Roland. Inge is that
close to doing what she always intended to do. If Robyn does let them go,
she knows they will both come back, in a manner of speaking, but not any-
thing like the way they are now, yet a path remains open for the Boda to
stay free, if living under the town of Greendome could be considered free.
So Robyn wishes them a happy trip.

When things get boring between the national parks, Jerry and Inge fill in
the time by having sex in a mesh hammock slung between hooks on the bulk-
heads of the saucer. Jerry figures Robyn, who can see the future (and
therefore no hiding anything from her) is fine with it, seeing as how they
hadn’t had sex for months while she carried Edgar, which is hard going for
a newlywed man.

Jerry discovers, to his delight, that Inge’s heavy helping of freckles ex-
tends over her entire body. He had brought along the Purple Cable to en-
hance things like Hunky and Dory frequently reported, but Inge refuses to
let him use it, and so her mind remains a mystery to him even if her deli-
cious body no longer is, inside or out.

The P51 Mustang fighter plane is a bomber escort that revolutionized the
strategic bombing campaign over western Europe during the war. Bomber pi-
lots called them, affectionately, their “little friends”. Jet aircraft are
coming on line now after the war, but the P51 remains in service as the
most numerous fighter in the US Army Air Forces, which is still a few
months away from being split off into it’s own branch of the military
called the US Air Force.

Unfortunately for Jerry and Inge, they are touring a part of the country
that has large empty areas of land given completely over to military opera-
tions. In short order Jerry and Inge became acquainted with a P51 over the
state of New Mexico. They don’t have a chance. In the War, Mustangs shot
almost 5,000 enemy aircraft out of the sky, and destroyed another 4,000
aircraft on the ground. It has six .50 caliber machine guns. Several rounds
penetrate the crew canopy. One round hits Jerry

in the leg. It is all he can do to get down to the ground without killing
himself or Inge.

It is more of a crash than a landing, and it takes place on a ranch about
thirty miles north of Roswell. This is to become the most famous “UFO inci-
dent” in history.

Inge is shaken but not injured. “I think the main macro still works,” Jerry
gasps while Inge ties off his injured leg with his belt to try to stop the
bleeding. “You can hover us the hell out of here.”

“I still don’t know how to fly this thing,” Inge says. She had expressed no
desire to learn, and even now, with Jerry’s life on the line, she is too
afraid to try. “I’ll just end up killing both of us. Besides, the airplanes
will probably return and finish the job.”

But there is still one thing she is willing to do, and it is an enormous
thing. Both of them eye the Purple Cable. She snaps one end into her head,
and the other end to Jerry’s head, and then she begins to receive him.

Jerry’s memories and personality flood in. Inge’s self is pushed down and
flooded out, but there is the beginning of a creeping return as the edges
of Inge soak back into the new memories of Jerry which now stand firmly in
the center of her mind.

The threshold trigger levels between brain cells are being flushed of
Inge’s values and set to Jerry’s values, but this is not fully accom-
plished. The neurons are even being physically rerouted to reflect Jerry’s
long-term memories but this too is not one hundred percent complete.

Feedback goes up the Purple Cable back to Jerry. From that instant he knows
her great secret: there is no such person as Inge Hahn. She is really Becky
Roland, the daughter of their enemy Earl Roland who had imprisoned Robyn
and Hunky at the Clinic, burned down the temple, and made all of them fugi-
tives. Roland was their implacable enemy, and Becky, his own daughter, is a
plant. At first Jerry is horrified by this betrayal. But with Becky’s su-
preme sacrifice, giving up her very identity, Becky is saying to Jerry, “I
am truly one of you.”

A new person is emerging who has 71% of Jerry’s brain wiring and 29% of
Becky’s original wiring. At one point Becky fully surrenders her original
identity, and after that a new composite person stares out at Jerry and his
crippled and bleeding body.

The new Jerry, filled with amazement lets his hands roam all over his new
female body with the creamy, freckled skin. So soft and smooth! He is a
woman now, in body and spirit. The influence of Becky remains and has com-
bined with a buried impulse that once led Aaron Anton to call him a natural
bottom. Jerry is fully a she. And she decides to call herself Jill from
that moment forward.Both Becky and Jerry have completed the Name Ritual and
are fully b’nei elohim.

“They will be coming,” the injured Jerry warns Jill, but he hardly needs to
speak. They are almost exactly the same person, still linked by the Purple
Cable. “Leave before we’re both captured.”

“You could suffer True Death,” Jill warns him in reply. It is a concept
that Jerry alone has rolled around in his mind long before this. He knows a
terminal mind-capture must encapsulate the moment of death. If even one
second was allowed to transpire after the recording, then the individual
bifurcated. One would go on, but the other would experience being extin-
guished.

“I trust you will move heaven and earth to make sure that is not so,” he
says. He removes the Purple Cable from his head, establishing the bifurca-
tion, then gives his hand-macro to Jill. “Eliminate all the important parts
of the saucer, the macro in the roof, and all the controls.

When she is done with all that Jill uses a screwdriver to attempt to open
Jerry’s macro, which triggers the defense mechanism. The blade eats most of
itself, enough to make the task of reverse engineering it impossible. She
stamps the tiny remnant under her feet.

There is still a little water left over, enough for Jerry to drink until he
is captured, and enough for Jill to fill two canteens. She also takes along
a bag of trail mix to eat. But she is a ginger, and she knows the sun is
really going to kick her ass during the hike.

It takes the rest of the day and part of the following night for Jill to
walk across the desert south to the town of Roswell. From there she calls
her bank, has money wired to her, and returns to Greendome by bus, which
takes another three days with all the required bus transfers.

Cowboys find the wreckage in the desert while Jill is still on foot. They
render what first aid they can and take Jerry to a small hospital in town.
The movement of the horse-driven cart as he is carried out of there is ter-
ribly agonizing to him. The doctor saves Jerry’s leg, but he is laid up in
traction and can make no move to escape.

The 509th Bomb Group retrieves the saucer from the rancher’s land and
cranes it onto a couple of trucks. But it is just a pile of junk and there
is nothing they can learn from it. There is no motor and no controls. It
looks like a playground saucer made to entertain some children. And Jerry
refuses to explain how it or he came to be there.

In the saloons, cowhands mention the “silver disk” they found and soon
enough some reporters come calling. The Army press liaison tells them it is
just debris from the crash of something they call project Mogul, and that
Jerry Shybear was a local “Indian” who found it first, and shot himself in
the leg when he thought he saw something move.

Then an Army general bitches about the leak of Mogul.

Tasked to conceal the existence of Mogul, the first thing that comes to
mind was the big national flying saucer craze, exactly what occurred to
Robyn’s mind. So the Air Force makes an official announcement that it had
recovered the wreckage of a flying saucer. The press goes even more nuts,
and the Air Force bureaucracy gradually realizes it had made a huge mis-
take. On July 8 they go on the radio, retract the flying saucer claim, and
say naw, it is really just a weather balloon they picked up. Americans were
less cynical in those days and let this go, so the military successfully
covered up the cover-up.

Two years later when the existence of Project Mogul is declassified the Air
Force says their original saucer statement is inoperative and that it had
really been Mogul all along. Mogul is now the operative statement. Mogul
had been an experiment to send balloons with microphones and tape recorders
high into the sky to listen for Soviet nuclear detonations, then pick up
the recordings later after the balloons had circled the globe.

So the press and the public let it drop again and the Air Force concludes
they have successfully covered up the coverup of the coverup. That was the
last anyone heard of it until three things happened that took away Ameri-
ca’s virginity and put an end to the halcyon days when her leaders were
looked up to and trusted implicitly.

The first was the assassination of the President in 1963, which sparked a
poisonous conspiracy mindset that only seemed to be validated by later
events, especially the Tet Offensive in South Vietnam in 1968, when people
realized with shock that the government had lied and victory was nowhere in
sight in the Vietnam War, plus the cover-ups and incredible abuses of power
of the Watergate affair. Only after this vast attitude shift did people
begin to read ominous things into the comedy of errors that took place at
the beginning of the UFO era in 1947.

Alien bases were then imagined to exist in the four corners area of the
south-western United States. An entire alphabet soup of imaginary govern-
ment agencies were cooked up who were supposed to control all the top se-
cret in formation on the alien presence, and even the information that
these agencies existed was, conveniently, also supposed to be classified
top secret. There were claims that projects existed to recover all downed
flying saucers and claims that projects existed to overhaul and test-fly
recovered flying saucers at “Area 51b3 sixty miles northwest of Las Vegas.
And the very lack of evidence for any of these claims was considered the
best proof that a conspiracy to hide the truth existed.

Jerry Shybear is taken to a location in arid land but it isn’t Area 51
(Groom Lake), since the government did not establish that base until 1955.
There is even a clinic much like the one at Hanford, but with much enhanced
security. Earl Roland learns from his mistakes.

When Jill returns to Greendome she lays out the bad news first. “Jerry is
either dead or in the hands of the enemy.”

Hunky and Dory grow filled with grief and press Jill for answers. She an-
swers truthfully, but the hardest questions come from Robyn.

“I betrayed you, Robyn,” Inge admits. “We both did. Please don’t ask me to
Share, you won’t like what you see.”

“So it was an affair.” Robyn had to admit to harself sha opened the door to
that when sha told Jerry he owed her one homosexual fling. Har marriage to
Jerry should have come first in every instance.

Jill then starts to dribble out some good news: she had allowed Jerry to
take possession of her body, in the same way Chokhmah had taken possession
of Haziel, or how Binah had possessed Yeshua. All of Jerry’s memories until
the moment of possession are intact. “But I am not Jerry, nor am I Inge
Hahn anymore. I ask you to call me only Jill from now on.”

This cheers up the b’nei elohim somewhat. Both Jerry and Inge are still
present with them. Jerry is dead, but he lives on behind Jill’s eyes. And
Jill herself has undergone an ad hoc version of the Name Ritual. The b’nei
elohim have truly added a new member. Still, Hunky and Dory both feel some-
thing about Jill isn’t quite right.

So Jill toggles once more and lays out some bad news: “There never was any
such person as Inge Hahn. My real name is Becky Roland, and I am the daugh-
ter of Earl Roland, planted by him here in the Greendome area so I could
infiltrate your group.”

Robyn knew that all along. Sha lets out a slow sign. At least now it is
out in the open.

“Why did you do that to us, Jill?” Dory wails, hardly able to believe it.
“We loved you!”

“And I still love you,” she says, “all of you. Enough for Inge to surrender
her body and soul so that Jerry might live. And I’m not finished giving. If
there’s a chance Jerry’s alive, I must find him. And if he is dead, that
only makes it even more important that I find him.”