4. Bad Seed

THE BAD SEED

Lucky Two Crows

About the Bad Seed

The Bad Seed is the conclusion of the primary Four Novel Series. From the very start, the first chapter of Book One, Lucky is preparing to cause an uprising against the GMO and big farm corporations. The first three novels are in preparation of his revolution. Now that he has the funding, let the thrilling excitement begin.

 

 

Chapter 1

Dolphins jump.
To touch the sky.

Lucky Two Crows:

After we said our goodbyes to Robert, Maggie, Howard, Sopi and Tenzin at the Shambala valley overlook, Arjuna guided us through the crystal cave, past the lions, across the Indus River, and on to Mt. Kailash.

The trek halfway around the sacred mountain was wonderful, certainly not nearly as strenuous as Khawa Karpo, and quite enlightening. Arjuna told us about Shiva and Pravati, who live on the top of Mt. Kailash, and stories of Masters, like the great saint Malarepa, who lived in a local cave for years without food or water.

When the trek was done, Jimmy, Lily, Taylor and I spent a night in the same inn in Darchen as the old folks, and the next morning Arjuna took us to Manasarovar Lake. He told us the story of the golden-jeweled chalice he had recovered from the middle of the lake, and how the formally elderly folks drank the elixir, which gave them the strength and vitality to trek the high altitude trail. Taylor wanted a taste, but Arjuna only laughed, saying that she had more than enough strength and vitality. “I do not think you should get any younger.” We laughed.

The next morning Arjuna took us to the airplane Robert had attempted to give to him, that he said now belonged to Taylor. “This is my airplane?” she exclaimed. “It’s beautiful. It doesn’t look like it belongs here . . . maybe Southern California. Didn’t you say you have a pilot’s license Lucky? You think you could fly this plane?”

“I don’t think I’ll have a problem,” I answered. “The plane I learned to fly was also a Cessna, but with a single engine in the front, whereas this has one on each wing. You can fly this plane, Master Arjuna?” He nodded.

After preparing the plane for flight, Arjuna took me for a short spin, instructing me. It wasn’t so different, and I got the knack of it right away. After I landed the plane, Arjuna said something in Tibetan, which I guessed meant, “I’ll be right back.”

The four of us waited in a shed by the airplane for oven an hour. Arjuna never did come back. Maybe what he said was, “Have a good life.”

We went back to the hotel and the four of us spread out, and looked around the small village. He was nowhere to be found. We were on our own. After an early lunch, ordering enough take-away food for several meals just in case, we returned to the plane. Robert had written Simkot in the log as their first destination in Nepal. Once I got my bearing straight, with Taylor as my co-pilot, Jimmy and Lily in the back, we headed to Nepal.

After spending the night in a lovely lodge, we got an early morning start, and were soon our journey down the Karnali River. Flying over this river was a joy.

“I’m feeling extremely blissful,” Lily offered over the engine noise. This past week has been beyond anything I would ever have imagined.”

“Are you talking about the falling in love part?” Taylor asked. “Or your mother being cured of terminal cancer and now much younger than you? Or was it being in the Fifth Dimension, and in the presence of two Immortal Masters?”

“All of that,” she answered. “What do you think of having a billionaire father who is six years older than you? I can’t believe he gave you Shambala Foods. You’re going to be my boss.”

“Let’s not even go there,” Taylor answered. ‘“I’m still buzzing from the water of Manasarovar Lake. I think that’s why I’m buzzing. Or maybe it because I’m feel ing all this love. It’s hard to believe I’m like this now, and not angry all the time.” We all acknowledged the remarkable transformation we had experienced. Life was now wonderful. The four of us had never felt such love.

Taylor and I were on a honeymoon of sorts. Everything was glowing and special. I remember how I thought Summer was the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe she still is, but with Taylor I had the whole package. She too was beautiful, and much more athletic than Summer, equally intelligent, and lived in Portland. She was also a billionaire, though that had nothing to do with anything. Most importantly, we were on the same page, not in conflict. We’d experience the most incredible journey ever together, and we were now sure that anything was possible, as long as we held on to the love.

I flew down close to the river, and all of us nearly screamed in delight when dolphins jumped out to greet us. It seemed as if life could never again be as perfect as it was at that moment.

While in Simkot, Lily had called ahead and made reservations at a small river front hotel in northern India. It was late afternoon when we arrived. A local taxi was waiting at the small airstrip, and the driver took us up tree lined unpaved roads, into the foothills. When we arrived at the lovely single story forest hotel, we were treated like royalty; as if we were indeed royalty. We were taken to their most luxurious suites, and at the appointed hour, two servants led to the riverside restaurant, where we were the only guests. Without ordering, a mouthwatering vegetarian feast was placed before us. Later musicians appeared. Costumed maidens danced in praise of Krishna. It was beyond delightful.

It seemed as though we were still in the Fifth Dimension, and unlike our trek up the mountain at Khawa Karpo, we didn’t try to figure anything out. It was as if we had dreamed of being treated this way, and so it was.

The next morning, Taylor and I swam in the hotel’s river pond, and frolicked like happy children, or adults in love, a combination of both. Making love in the pond seemed unnecessary, oddly enough, since everything we did was an act of love-making. We were naturally experiencing a slightly lower vibration of the bliss Arjuna had given us in that hut on Mt. Kurama, which now seemed so long ago.

Jimmy and Lily enjoyed the veranda, their double vanilla lattes; their dream come true. Fishing for trout was on Jimmy mind, but he decided it could wait for another time. “The river flows. Mountain shadows. Perfect harmony,” he whispered in Lily’s ear. She loved his haiku’s, but more importantly, she loved her man.

We decided to spend another day at this river hotel. While a local guide took Jimmy out on the river for some trout fishing, Lily spent the time to setting up an agenda. She arranged a meeting at Shambala’s northern India organic sugar processing plant, the next afternoon. Little did any of us know at the time how much our lives were about to change, in re-entering the real world.

After a wonderful breakfast I flew to Lakhimpur, arriving an hour before our planned two o’clock meeting.

We were surprised to see a white Lexus limo waiting on the tarmac, with a perfectly dressed chauffeur bowing as we walked toward him. A minivan stood ready with two men to attend to our luggage, even though we had no intention to spend the night: Lily had chosen another mountain hotel for the night, an hours flight south. Although the men were apparently given explicit instructions, I insisted that removing the luggage from the airplane was unnecessary. In typical India fashion the man argued, “But we were told to take your luggage to the hotel we have arranged for you. It is quite elegant. I must take your luggage, because this is my job and I must do it.” I was forced to raise my voice. “No!”

We sat in the back of the limo and headed to the plant, not knowing what to expect. I supposed if we had simply surrendered to what is, and not argue, all would have been okay. We could have waited until the next day to go to the mountain hotel. We allowed the driver to take some air out of our balloon, and as we sat in silence, feeling the change in energy as the third dimension came rushing toward us, we had no idea what to expect next.

At the entrance of the Shambala facility, one hundred people were gathered, but not one of them was standing. We wondering why every one of them was on their stomach, lying prostrate on the tiled ground, on each side of a central aisle. It was eerily silent. This lasted for a confusing long minute or two, until a woman stood. She clapped her hands three times. Everyone got up, dusted himself or herself off, then stared at us, still in silence. If there ever was a “what the fuck?” moment, this was it.

The woman, whom we assumed to be the director, walked down the aisle toward us. We looked at each other and shrugged shoulders as she reached out and took Taylor’s hand, while at the same time somehow instructing the three of us to stand back, maybe follow, we weren’t sure. She whispered in Taylor’s ear, “Walk that way,” pointing to the entrance about thirty yards away. Taylor looked at me, perplexed, then gave me a “what the heck” look, and started walking. Alone.

Every last person clapped while she walked the thirty yards, as if she were royalty: or a returning hero. Jimmy, Lily and I didn’t know what to think. Were we next? It took about ten seconds to figure out that all of this wasn’t about us.

It was all about Taylor Banks, the new owner of Shambala Natural Foods. How did they know?

When Taylor reached the entrance, once hundred people rushed toward her. She looked confused, maybe scared. I didn’t hesitate, and knifed through the white clothed crowd towards her, with Jimmy, Lily and the director right behind.

The director moved ahead of us and stood beside her. She raised her hand to silence the chatter, and the people backed off to listen. “Mrs. Taylor needs to rest now, and talk with us about business,” she said in her thick Indian English. “You can all go back to your work now. We are all honored that our esteemed leader is here. Maybe later she will come and inspect the great work you do. Please, go back to work.” The people immediately obeyed, and left.

After the crowd dispersed, she opened the door and let us in, along with six other management looking people.

“What was that about?” Taylor asked the director as soon as we were alone. “Who told you I had anything to do with Shambala Foods? I think this is a big misunderstanding. Mrs. . .”

“Mrs. Arita. It is very much my pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Taylor. Why would you be pulling my leg? There is no misunderstanding. We all know who you are. It is not a question. It is the first time the owner of Shambala Foods has come here. We are but a humble sugar factory. It is a great blessing indeed.”

No one at Shambala Foods, not even Robert’s personal assistant Lily Vahn, had any idea that he was going to, and now had given ownership of Shambala Natural Foods to his biological daughter, Taylor Banks. Somehow they knew.

What had just happened shook Taylor to the core. From that moment on it all became real. Her life would never be the same.

Nor would mine. Although only Lily knew, and we would never tell Taylor, I had successfully delivered her to Shambala, and now would have all the money I needed to finance my revolution.

Chapter 2

Accepting the throne.
Reasonably reluctant.

Lucky Two Crows:

We followed Mrs. Arita and her staff into a conference room.

After a presentation on the quality of their raw sugar, experiments with stevia, and the good health and happiness of their workers, Mrs. Arita dismissed them.

In the manner that fits a proper India businesswoman, she then pulled a Fedex envelope from her briefcase, and four sheets of paper, which she handed to each of us.

“As you can see, I have made copies of the original letter sent here from Ms. Jennifer White, from our Portland headquarters,” she began. “I will read to you the little personal letter she sent to me. It goes like this: ‘Dear Mrs. Arita, I hope this letter finds you in the best of health. Our records indicate that your facility is doing extremely well. All your numbers keep rising. Congratulations. I just received a message from Ms. Lily Vahn, Mr. St. Clair’s personal assistant. She, along with Taylor Banks, Jimmy Meriweather and Lucky Two Crows, will show up at your facility tomorrow or the next day. Please hand a copy of the following letter to each of them, and the enclosed named envelopes. Sincerely, Jennifer.’”

“That was a quick turnaround,” Lily said. “Okay. What do we have here?” She began reading her copy of the letter out loud:

“Dear Staff and Management of Shambala Natural Foods, worldwide,

I am writing to inform you that there has been a change of ownership at Shambala Natural Foods. As many of you know I have been the original and sole owner of this company for the past forty-five years. Earlier this year, after suffering a near-fatal stroke, I was forced to stop working. After a month in intensive care, in a coma, the doctors didn’t think I would survive. Fortunately I did.

After checking myself into a care facility, with a twenty-four hour on-call nursing staff, I thought long and hard about whom would replace me. Whomever I would choose would need to be both CEO of my company, and the new owner.

My candidate had to somehow achieve great merit, and prove his or her worthiness, following an arduous test period, which I set in place.

I am now proud to announce I have chosen my daughter, Taylor Banks of Portland, Oregon, as my successor. From this day forward, Taylor is the new CEO and full owner of Shambala Natural Foods.

If and when Ms. Banks shows up at your facility, I ask that you extend to her the honor and respect she truly deserves.

With blessings for abundant good health and good fortune, Robert St. Clair.”

“I have read this to all my workers, the first thing this morning. So now you will understand why it was you were greeted as you were,” Mrs. Arita said with a grin.

Taylor’s jaw dropped in shock. Robert had already told her this, but there in paradise, in disbelief that his young man in front of her actually was her biological father, it didn’t seem real. At the time it was like a fairy tale within a fairy tale. But now it was the in-her-face actual truth.

Mrs. Arita tapped a number on he smart phone, and a well-dressed gentleman appeared. She pulled a written contract from the envelope and handed it to him. “I am Mr. Sundara, an advocate regarding matters of the law. Mrs. Lily is it?” She nodded. “It is my understand that you are personal assistant of one Mr. St. Clair. Is this true?” She nodded again. “And you must be Mrs. Taylor.” She also nodded, slightly rolling her eyes so only I could see. “Mrs. Arita here informed me that an advocate was required to sign whatever papers are in this envelope. Would you like to proceed?” They both nodded. He took our a legal looking contract and handed it to Lily. “In order for there to be no misunderstandings, I think it is best that you Mrs. Lily to read this over, before handing it to Ms. Taylor.”

“It was Fed-ex’d overnight from a Shambala attorney with instructions,” Mrs. Arita offered. “It will officially, with Mr. Sundara as our legal witness, put Shambala Natural Food in your name, Mrs. Taylor.”

I know what Taylor was thinking. She wanted to say Ms. but if she did she would sound just like Mildred Rice, so she let it go. While Lily silently read the contract, Jimmy opened the envelope addressed to him. It contained a letter from Robert St. Clair, which said,

Dear Jimmy,

I apologize for taking forty-five years to get back to you. I have followed your career, and believe me, I thought of contacting you a thousand times. It never was the right time, until it was. We have met two times. The first time I didn’t have a penny to my name, and the second, I’m wealthy beyond comprehension. I want to acknowledge that it was you who changed the course of my life. You came up with the means for me to leave the life I wasn’t meant to live. At eighteen, with eight hours notice, you found the money for us to leave our lives behind, without look back. If not for you, I’m not sure I could have done it on my own.

Everything I have is indirectly because of you. I am eternally grateful.

With this in mind, I am offering you a job: one you will not be able to refuse. I hereby appoint you to be Shambala Natural Foods resident Zen Master. In the spirit of Zen, you are required to do nothing. You will not have an office, which you will not have to show up at. You only need to be. Wherever that is. However that is. Whoever that is. Doesn’t matter. Ten thousand dollars will be anonymously donated to your dojo, every month, for the rest of your life. I am so very pleased you and Lily finally met. My heart goes out to the both of you. Sincerely, Robert

Jimmy handed it to Lily. She took the time to read it, and began to cry.

“What is in your envelope?” Jimmy asked me, looking like he wanted to open it for me.

I sort of knew what it would be. Robert had promised to finance my revolution if and when I arrived in Shambala with Taylor. My trip to there was a life altering experience. Although I certainly needed the money to build my computer hacking headquarters, in order to bring down Piedmont Syn, I didn’t think I had earned it. How could I be rewarded for falling in love with a beautiful woman? Part of me wanted to refuse the envelope.

“Open it, Lucky,” Taylor said. “How could anything you read in there be more mind blowing than what I’m going through?”

I opened it and began reading to myself:

Dear Lucky,

What I’m about to write will at first sound startling, but it will soon simply be the reality of what is.

I’m thrilled that everything worked out as planned. I will honor my half of the bargain, which we set in motion before you and I met as Robert and Lucky. When we met, I told you that I am a friend of Clarence Two Moons. That is an understatement.

Before and while you were in Montana you came to the realization that you and Two Crows in 1876 are living parallel lives. You also discovered that Summer and White Feather are also living parallel lives, as are Clarence and Grandfather Wolf Eyes. Although you struggle with this phenomenal reality, I will now reveal another level of complexity. I am also Grandfather in 1876, and Clarence in present time. I was the one who set you up with Summer, and when that didn’t work out, I set you up with Taylor. You will need to stretch your mind a bit further to accept that I have two daughters, and one stepdaughter, who are all one in the same. Please breath.

This must be a secret we keep. White Feather is already dreaming Taylor, and soon Taylor will be dreaming her. It is not a thing you can explain to her. She must hear and see White Feather on her own, in order to accept this reality. At this point in time I have no idea how or when Taylor and Summer will begin their communication.

White Feather knows what your future plans are, and she will tell Taylor. There’s no way I, as both Clarence and Grandfather, can stop this from happening. At some point you and Taylor will be sharing dreams. There can be no secrets.

What you plan on doing will result in great financial gains for Shambala Foods. In the coming year the two of you must learn how to communicate without the use of spoken words or traceable computer communication. There must be no convictable trail which connects what you intend to do, with Shambala Natural Foods.

Taylor is now a very wealthy woman: a billionaire. She will be a target worth protecting.

Taylor’s learning curve will be intense, and will begin as soon as she signs those papers. She will need your encouragement and support, your strength and devotion, your love. When you’re ready to start your revolution, she will support your endeavors, but in the coming year you must be patient with her, and not give her the opportunity to worry about you.

To everyone in the world, you must appear to be working detective. Keep taking cases. Do not give up your day job. Only Taylor, Lily and Jimmy, and your team, should know of your after hours activities.

I believe in what you hope to accomplish Lucky. In order for all of us to succeed, you will need to be outfitted with the best living arrangements, and best computer equipment money can buy. Upon your return to Portland, a commercial realtor will contact you. This person will broker the purchase of the vacant warehouse adjacent to Jimmy’s dojo.

Lily will be your confidant, and business advisor. Your meetings will go unnoticed, since she will move into the dojo with Jimmy. A tunnel is now being dug between the two buildings, in secret. My contractor is well paid to follow your and Lily’s directions, and to keep his mouth shut. Lily will take care of all costs. Financing is not to be your concern.

If you want to design a five star hotel type apartment for yourself, with hidden computer rooms, a gym and spa and swimming pool inside the run-down looking warehouse, you are free to do so. Enjoy the process Lucky. Everything will work out in precision. There is no reason for you to worry about anything. When all the dust has cleared you will own the building and everything in it, free and clear.

As far as your tech equipment, Lily will direct you to online catalogs with purchase codes. Simply click on what you want and the money will be routed. That is all you need to know. For miscellaneous and personal expenses, she will open multiple debit accounts. Again, money will never be a concern for you, ever again.

In order to design a state-of-the-art computer operation room, offices and apartments, secret rooms and tunnels, you will have to change gears, and move quickly through an architectural learning curve, without any outside person, except my trusted contractor, thinking you’re doing anything else beside being a detective.

We: Two Crows, White Feather and I, as Clarence and Grandfather, will be watching.

It is a pleasure knowing you, Lucky Two Crows. Come visit me anytime: we’re only one or two dimensions away.

Your future father-in-law,  Robert

“What does it say?” Taylor asked, cozying up to me.

“He said its for my eyes only. James Bondish, or was that Mission Impossible? He said you’d be told all about it, but from another source. I’m required to burn it immediately. Can I borrow your lighter?”

“My lighter?” Taylor said with a laugh. “I left it at home with my cigarettes. Is there anything can you share with me?”

“You’re the hottest billionaire I ever met? He did invite us back anytime: said it’s only one or two dimensions away. Also he gives us his blessings.”

“The only female billionaire you ever met. One or two dimensions? The third to the fifth I now understand. The 4th?”

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s you and I keep having fun and see what happens.”

“That sounds good to me. But can you believe all this? He actually gave me the whole frickin’ business? How am I going to pull it off, Lucky? I’m a detective, not an MBA in corporate management. What do I know about running a multi-national business corporation? I’m still in shock.” She sighed, and then looked over at Lily reading the document. “Are you almost finished, Lily. What could be wrong with it? Just give it to me and I’ll sign the damn thing.”

“Just making sure what’s being presented is do-able.”

“You’ll help me, won’t you? You can be my what do they call it? My COO. Chief operations officer.”

“I will help you the best I can, Taylor,” Lily answered, looking up from the document. “It basically says you get everything: full ownership of the business: the Frank Lloyd Wright house: the Tesla and the other vehicles and airplanes. . .”

“I get the Tesla? Cool, and the Gulfstream? Unbeleivable.”

“It also says you are worth pretty close to eight billion dollars in liquid capitol.”

“Meaning?”

“Besides owning a multi-million dollar high-rise in Portland, and a multi-million dollar house, and multi-million dollar processing facilities and hundreds of thousands of acres of land all over the world, you can go to the bank, as soon as you sign this, and withdraw eight billion dollars in cash.”

“Is that all? Where do you want me to sign?” She thought for a second. “What’s the catch?”

“The catch is, you need to resign from the Portland Police Bureau. You are now, as soon as you sign this document, the Chief Executive Officer, the boss, the buck stops here decision maker, the face and spirit of one of the largest grocery empires in the whole world. Think you can handle it?”

“I can pick up all the food I want for free at Shambala Foods?” Taylor joked.

“You can buy every restaurant in town, if you wanted to.”

“It all sounds good, Lily.” Taylor closed her eyes and held everyone’s attention for at least a minute, and then opened them, and continued, “Jimmy, you know me. You watched me for three months, moaning and growing, begging to be transferred to homicide. I really wanted to work homicide. It’s what I wanted all my life. I started working out when I was twelve, so I would be a strong cop. I went to college for six years to be a cop; got a masters degree in Behavioral Science, so I could understand the criminal mind. I worked hard to get through the academy and become a detective. If I sign those papers, it will never happen. I’ll never see a dead body. I’ll never save lives. I’ll be a queen in an ivory tower, ruling over a vast green empire. Life isn’t about money. It’s about being free to do what you want to do. When I put my signature on those papers, I’ll be signing my freedom away.”

“I think you would not be so very wise if you were to turn this offer down,” Mrs. Arita offered in her sing/song lilt. “It is very important, at least in our culture, to keep the family business alive. This is what you have been given to do. It is your dharma.”

“I was just saying how I feel,” Taylor answered, resigning to the inevitable. “What if you spent your whole life wanting to be a pilot, Mrs. Arita, and you learned to fly, and that is all you really wanted to do, was to fly? But your father owns this sugar factory and wants you to work here instead. One day he says to you, ‘sign these papers and this factory will be yours.’ You would never fly again. That’s all I’m saying. I wanted to be a detective, and now I am being asked to do something I never wanted to do, never thought about or considered doing. I’m feeling vastly under-qualified at the moment, and to tell the truth, scared. I’m not sure I can pull it off. You know what I mean, Lily? Lucky? Jimmy?” We all gave her our thumps up.

“God help me!” she yelled, as she bent over and signed the paper.