The Rollo Trilogy: Book 1

By Duncan Murray Kirk

Rollo has telepathy with Jack his pet Jackdaw that helps guide him through his psychic mine field. They see the unconscionable Wetiko sickness has infected humanity. It is a psychic Virus that feeds on pain, misery and suffering, its parasitic syphilitic mother is from the putrid underbelly of evil from the darkest corner of the universe. Its only intent is one of total destruction.
Rollo takes random steps to understand and learn of his own powers and to create a way to defeat the dreaded Virus.
His winning Jackpot world unfolds into a kidnapping, rape and assassin murders, a heist, a triple wedding and an orgy of racy fun and primo drugs that spans the globe.
The trilogy traces the wild antics of Rollo and his entourage; Jerry Blitzer and John Kwon and their three butterflies of the night Oi Wankyu, Helligord and Anne Marie.
Experience: Oi's rise to Stardom and her London and Hong Kong based media campaigns.
Negotiate the return of an uncut diamond with the mob and hack Homeland security, FBI and MI5.
Observe: Rollo's accidental rise to viral media prominence as a social media tycoon.
Meet Rollo's talented chauffeurs: the Napoleonic Dex, Tuesday and Manfariday, his diverse friends and characters: Police Inspector Gerald Pedigree, polo aficionado Chuck Morris, private investigator Snooker Fry, Psychotic Ursula, break-dancing chauffeur Moses, eccentric Lord Muzwell, toothless sex enthusiast Lady Maudlin, Inventor Bruce Lee Fong and star child Daisy Rae.
All frolic their way on an opportunist adventure of fun, romance and wild optimism with a wayward passion for La Dolce Vita.
Witness: Rollo's Karmic drive to open a school at Lady Oi Kwon's 'Wankyu Safe Sanctuary that spawns a project with Mr Lontar and Daisy Rae;
Rollo will create 'The Wetiko Killers'.

The Rollo Trilogy: Copyright © 2016 Duncan Murray Kirk. All Rights Reserved
Genre: fiction; Mystery, Thriller, Crime, Romance, Paranormal, Telepathy, Adventure

• Language: English
• Publisher: Duncan Murray Kirk
• Release date: Mar 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370838738

Duncan Murray Kirk

Duncan Murray Kirk was educated in England. He spent the late 60’s and early 70’s marketing records, audio components and technology in the UK music industry. He joined CBS Records in Sydney Australia and then moved on to become a pioneer of the laser printing technology with Canon Inc. Later he took his combined knowledge into a multimedia production company that won three “MacWorld” awards under his management. After ten years of a corporate career the gene of adventure that runs in the men of his family caught up with him. Duncan’s father, a “Black Watch” veteran crack shot, grand Prix Bugatti racer and yachtsman was born into the MacLeod Clan on a tea plantation in the exotic jungle of Sri Lanka. Stories of the tropics and Ceylon played on Duncan’s genetic inclinations and led him to travel extensively. He first visited Bali in 1980 and it became a catalyst for his creative research. He designed his Eco friendly accessories catalog in 1990 and produced for fashion names Monsoon, Jigsaw, Portmans and Esprit. During the early millennium in the course of his product’s development designer Linda Garland, residing in Bali, influenced him with design and ecological responsibility. In brief Duncan had an idea he called MeshglassTM that employs many Balinese artisans’ tiny but very dexterous hands and proceeded to develop his hand cut stained glass décor surfacing concept coupled with his original design software. Duncan’s concern for the ecology motivated him to continue in the fields of sustainability and life style; His intent is to reconcile the natural and scientific worlds; his passion is aroused by sustainable design, integrity, tolerance and kindness. He has witnessed Bali’s changes over 35 years and has written “Bali: Sustainable Visions” for Abbeville Press of New York and “In the Spirit of Bali” for publisher Assouline. He has also completed a Trilogy called “The ROLLO Trilogy”

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The Rollo Trilogy

Book One

Copyright © 2016 D.M.Kirk. All Rights Reserved

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Chapters

Chapter 1. Rollo’s Jackpot.

Chapter 2. Ransom, Rollo Condemns his Karma

Chapter 3. Breaking News in Bangkok

Chapter 4. Airport Lottery to Hong Kong

Chapter 5. Rollo, Jerry Blitzer and John Kwon

Chapter 6. Drones in Macau

Chapter 7. A Mystery, John meets Oi Wankyu

Chapter 8. Anne Marie Undercover

Chapter 9. John and the Turquoise Bentley

Chapter 10. Tuesday and MIT

Chapter 11. Pedigree at Chuck’s

Chapter 12. Two Tethered Men

Chapter 13. Dubai Dex

Chapter 14. Pedigree Meets Bents at Heathrow

Chapter 15. Rollo Completes a Circuit.

Chapter 16. Rollo Returns from Ethereal Wandering.

1.Rollo’s Jackpot.

The thing about Rollo was his sharp wit and feline senses, his outlook and vision was a clattering of inquisitiveness with a smattering of glee, just like Jack, his pet jackdaw, his closest conspiring current partner. A murder of crows and a herd of wrens were his closest confidantes.

Rollo trusted no one.

Rollo had once observed a blackbird that had landed on his windowsill to threaten a blue tit, and as the much larger bird stood posturing above, its beak wide open screeching, the tiny blue tit lanced forward using its beak as a spear and stabbed the unsuspecting bird in the back of its throat, it fell with blood gushing and upon hitting the ground was stone dead.

Let that be a warning to you Rollo was his immediate thought! The law of the jungle is very tough; there’s no wiggle room for error.

Rollo was born with a huge imagination, in fact to him this was his reality; he wasn’t so sure that everything was real. In fact, he was pretty sure it wasn’t and so he set his sights on analysing this question.

Rollo knew that some people believed in what they call fact, but he was also very aware that he could only see through his own eyes under 1% of the visual spectrum and via his ears only hear 1% of the audible frequencies; so Rollo surmised that most of what people commonly thought was the truth or reality, was in fact, a very long way from it.

Rollo liked most things and was surprised with his own temperament. He tried very hard not to judge situations as there was always something in the background that could not be known;

The preconceived direction of time, where things might or might not go, yet loaded with potential, always appealed to his imagination, and it felt pretty much like his own reality. It wasn’t long before he came up with the idea of manifesting, he sensed his root chakra strongly, and realised that he needed an empty vessel to fill with his overflowing mirth and exuberance, and to share the great questions of the day with gratitude and love, so with his curious hunter and romantically scientific nature he wondered where and how to start such a manifestation? According to the current accepted rules, a male is most attractive if he has a lot of money, power, status, a healthy body and an upbeat personality; but right now I’m a kid with a hard on, he mused to himself. I guess I’ll have to improvise or suffer.

And improvise he did! Rollo realised that he already had an air of wealth; a commanding stature in his Saville Row tweed suits if he held the right postures; and a personality that was both educatedly serious while humorous projecting a movie star glint, and that he might win some of the conquests that he set out to plunder; but with money he knew that it was always a dead cert to score with a certain kind of woman. The battle raged within Rollo’s heart concerning manipulation and the strategies of sexual seduction and he found himself trading off his moral values in order to penetrate the sensual and attractive honey pots of nature’s bounty. He tasted many fine perfumed flowers and some that reminded him of the sea.

Rollo’s obsession was food. Like his jackdaw, he felt anxiety for the potential to find himself without food, and then the battle, to defend his food and drink from the marauding fauna and plethora of different ants always on the warpath!

Rollo’s other passions were fashion and drugs. He felt it absolutely natural and in fact sentinel that it was his right to dress anyway and do whatever he wanted with his own body and his own mind. He found happiness in his wardrobe and his almost constant rotation of herbal alcohol, opium, cocaine, hashish and mushrooms. It expanded his understanding and helped his imagination and intuition to give perspective and balance to his highly inquisitive nature.

His jackdaw had a link to Rollo’s psychic realm, at times he sensed it strongly; perhaps he was a shaman? Sometimes the jackdaw would summons a murder who would all caw in acoustic alarm as he staggered from the ‘Jolly Knave’ homewards, stoned out and drunk as a skunk.

His new environment seethed with vipers, bats and all types of creepy crawlies, reptiles, rats, frogs and snakes; but he didn’t view them as food. It tweaked his anxiety that they all were foraging, as was he, for his next life fix. Rollo suspected the truth did lie somewhere in his world.

Mycelium is the very fabric of all living things, at least at a very basic genetic level, he surmised, but what of the mind? It is split by a conscious conversation. Why? Without the conversation would I know consciousness or just awareness? Holy crap what if we have a parasite? A parasitic psychic virus which, like a shepherd, is leading its flock to market? He felt queasy that he was eventually to be farmed for food, if the suspected evil Wetiko Virus turned out to be the truth.

Rollo’s idea really could fit and explain the madness and insanity of the regulatory government of his time. A psychic sickness designed for perpetual harvest, which wreaks absolute havoc as its signature, just so that it can feed on the vibrations of human fear and suffering, the evil Wetiko Archon’s favourite flavour.

I’d better put all thoughts of this away mused Rollo, feeling decidedly nauseous. The rest of Rollo’s thoughts were now small fry compared to this creeping fearful enquiry.

But if the higher density positive entities are ‘light beings’, then the higher density negative entities are ‘light eaters.’ They eat the light energy of the positive. If you tell a lie you surrender your own light of awareness, and the evil archons have got you! Rollo’s head felt like it was going to explode so he twisted up a joint of hash to help quell his nerves and pacify his overzealous inquisitiveness.

Ah! That’s good; he felt the familiar buzz of relaxation and gratitude coming from his physical body but his mind still raced towards a meltdown.

NO! I refuse to be Wetiko food was his mind’s protest.

A loud peck on the window and Rollo’s jackdaw warned him of approaching footsteps, while Jack stayed on the windowsill, which was not his usual practice.

A dark figure stood on the garden path and proceeded to extract some papers from inside his coat.

Oh crap, what now thought Rollo as he envisaged being served with a legal subpoena or a summons; the man finally prepared to knock on the door when Rollo surprised him with a quick door opening manoeuvre; the stranger stood speechless for a moment and then in a quiet voice said

Mr Rollo Macleod? I’m from Littlewoods Global and you have won the jackpot. Do you have your ticket Sir? Rollo staggered back into the cottage,

Yes! It’s the one from the pub and it’s still in my jacket pocket how much have I won?

Well 160 Sir. After fees and taxes that’s about 140 million pounds sterling.

For a moment it was like a vapour cloud as Rollo registered.

Oh my Lord, Great! Well if that isn’t the truth!

Rollo tossed and turned all night and on awakening his first thought was where to get a few grams of good hash to help calm his anxiety for the day ahead.

Hey Jerry, come to Morocco, and you can bring some friends?

Sure, how come?

Just call it fate Jerry, luck and a jackpot; plus they have some great puff over there, have you got any?

No sorry Rollo but I’ll see what i can find, catch up later

The day stretched out into an official jackpot winner presentation and then Rollo would be over this delightful hurdle thrown at him by fate.

After the jackpot presentation Rollo was approached by a dozen bankers and financial services people but he had instructed the money to be paid to Coutts, his bank of preference, and he simply hailed a cab to see Ursula the current holder of his heart and port for his storm.

Rollo realised that having so much money is a heavy responsibility and decided that he could play for a