New World Order Rising Book 5 "...To Save The World...."

By James W. Nelson

As the title states, this is the fifth book in the series New World Order Rising. Who are these people who want a new world order? Known by various names, the Skull & Bones, the Bilderbergs, the Freemasons, and most important the "Shadow government, which we have right now in 2017. The actual people include the globalist elite, politicians, generals, media CEOs, corporate CEOs, college administrators, ministers and priests, the list goes on and on and includes past presidents. I will never forget the senior President Bush (after the very short war to kick Saddam out of Kuwait) announcing "something" about a new world order. Well, more "order" in the world? THAT at the time sounded good. I began this series shortly after the election of 2012, and began my research by placing "new world order" on the computer search line and OMG! the stuff that began coming up.
So, in Book 1 I created an American family to deal with it. Carter Banks, late 40s (killed in Book 3) Chantal, early thirties, his daughter, Dodie, 6, his granddaughter, and Jocelyn, 7. Chantal and Dodie are abducted by professionals hired by the Illuminati. Chantal will be rescued but Dodie is flown to an isolated island in the Mediterranean to be a sex slave for an old man near the top of the Illuminati pyramid. She disappears for 10 years; she escapes in Book 3 and fights her way back to ND where a 5-state coalition is keeping a portion of America free. Jocelyn is rescued along with Chantal and becomes a major character.
At the end of Book 5 Dodie (now 16) will assume command of the local Sanborn militia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James W. Nelson
• Release date: Nov 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781310403095

James W. Nelson

James W. Nelson was born in a farmhouse in eastern North Dakota in 1944. Some doctors made house calls back in those days. He was living in that same house on the land originally homesteaded by his great grandfather, when a savage tornado hit in 1955 and destroyed everything. But they rebuilt and his family remained on that land until the early nineteen-seventies when diversified farming began changing to industrial agribusiness. James spent four years in the US Navy, worked many jobs and has finally has settled on a few acres of land exactly two and one half miles straight west of the original farmstead, ironically likely the very spot where the 1955 tornado first struck, which sometimes gives him a spooky feeling.He lives among goldfinches, chickadees, nuthatches, blue jays, crows, cottontails, squirrels, deer, mink, badgers, coyotes, wallflowers, spiderworts, sunflowers, goldenrod, big and little bluestem, switchgrass, needle & thread grass, June berries, chokecherries, oaks, willows, boxelders and cottonwoods, in the outback of eastern North Dakota.

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New World Order Rising

Book 5

To Save The World

by

James W. Nelson

Published by James W. Nelson at Smashwords

Copyright 2017, by James W. Nelson

All Rights Reserved

To every American patriot, may you have courage and stand tall

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As a seven-year-old child with no idea of her past, Jocelyn (introduced in Book 1) has charmed her way into her new family, learned everything her adopted grandpa could teach her, and has grown to become a seventeen-year-old warrior leading a North Dakota militia

Table of Contents

Epilogue Book 4

C1 Jocelyn Rests

C2 No Rest

C3 Bethany

C4 Faces and Names

C5 The Battle

C6 Eulogy For Ivar

C7 Esmeralda

C8 Bethany’s Plan

C9 Dodie’s Heartbreak

C10 Delight’s Betrayal

C11 Tabarak, Muslim Leader

C12 Investigation

C13 Tabarak’s Plan

C14 Bethany Continues Her Plan

C15 Sisters

C16 Battle Plan

C17 Ambush

C18 Tabarak Arrives at the Farm

C19 Jocelyn Falls

C20 Dodie Leads

C21 The Assault

C22 Home

C23 New Recruits

Epilogue Book 5

The Characters of Book 5

Books by James W. Nelson

Descriptions of Books

Biography

Contact

Epilogue book 4

So the future looked to be more of the same. Jocelyn had allowed herself to believe—to hope—that the recent battles won over the UN Blue Helmets would maybe be the end of it, and she had thought sure all the super soldiers were dead. There had been none—or very few—when they hit the UN the second time beyond the tree shelterbelt. And the Muslims were dead, at least the ones they knew about.

What would they do? What could they do?

She heard a tractor roaring in the distance. Yes, she had told Todd to have a big hole dug beyond the county road interchange and bury the Muslims in a mass grave. Strange, she had already forgotten giving that order. What was to become of them? Were they now to become killing machines? Would they cross the border wherever the enemy was, and kill them?

No, more than likely the enemy will continue attacking them first.

In the farmyard everybody seemed to be moving about, happy, and visiting with neighbors and cleaning up from the most recent battle. The rescued Grand Forks airmen were circulating, getting to know their saviors. She could even smell cooking coming from the shop kitchen and the large trailer house. Soon they would be having a great and well-deserved meal with fresh produce and meat from the farm right there,and shortly before—right there in the shop—they had drawn much blood and killed the last five Muslims.

Wrong, the last four. One survived. Would they allow him to live? Even to join them? She didn't know. And she was tired, tired of running, tired of giving orders, and tired of killing. She thought of her dear adopted Grandpa Carter—oh, Grandpa, I wish you were here, I miss you so much! Tears wanted badly to come, but she could hold them.

She should go visit her new dog; she hadn't yet since bringing it home. She knew he would be glad to see her. She needed that unconditional love Todd had told her about that dogs give—she needed it right then.

There were no conditions with Todd, of course, she knew that, and she had other good men around her, her new adopted step-father, Sawyer, and Axel, and, Eleven, another good man and now dead, leaving her adopted little sister, Dodie, alone, again, and without a man in her life—Grandpa!

She choked, and swallowed three more times.

She knew it was not over. The UN would have a nearly endless supply of soldiers, so it maybe never will be over.

Yes, she would go visit her dog, and started toward the barn.

On the way she thought of what she had whispered to that tiny child her adopted mother, Chantal, had just given birth to, just born and getting the biggest job in the world dumped on her. But I'm really afraid, little girl, that it might just become up to you, to save the world.

1

Jocelyn Rests

At the main door to the barn Jocelyn stopped and gazed at the many animals sharing the bed of grain-sacks and golden-yellow straw, both bales and loose. The dogs and cats were allowed a whole eight feet by ten feet stall. And one rooster. She remembered seeing him the day she arrived on the farm. He was getting old, but still managed to get to the top of the bales for resting. Bales were piled four high on three sides and part of the fourth so that no winter winds would get in. But of course the doors were closed in winter.

They were fortunate to have the second, larger barn, for the dairy cows and young calves, quite a distance from the smaller barn. The large barn was kept clean but still there were smells and flies to contend with. From the time she got there ten years ago, the smaller barn had mostly been used as—well, bluntly, a playhouse for children, and with the addition of the many militia people and their families, a playhouse had soon become quite a necessity.

Of course, when the cells were installed, half the smaller barn could no longer be used for play. In all those months there had been only three prisoners. Luckily their one cell holding their one Muslim prisoner was beyond the middle doors. He wouldn't see any children and he would not see nor hear her should she feel a need to cry, or something.

Next to the cat and dog stall was the stall for her mom's horse, Sheik, also getting old, but Chantal still took her out sometimes to walk and even trot a bit. Likely soon her mom would be taking her new little girl out for a ride. Grandpa had told her that Chantal had done that with Dodie when she was still tiny. The stall also was where her own horse, Blue, had stayed, and where the two of them had slept together. Grandpa Carter had been so worried that she was lost, and then he found them, sleeping together.

So many losses, her grandpa, and Blue, and her best friend, Amber, and Genevieve, and Eleven, and her Aunt Dani, who she didn't even get to know that well. For a few seconds memories almost overwhelmed her. She choked, and had to swallow a couple more times, and a few tears began to get loose. She kept choking and feared she might start crying and never be able to stop, and covered her mouth and shut her eyes, and leaned forward.

A cold nose touched her hand, then came the tongue. She opened her eyes and there stood her new dog, now getting around very well again. She went to her knees and wrapped her arms around its head, How are you doing, boy? Are you getting well? Then the tears began. She just could not stop them. They came hard for a bit, but didn't last too long before she rose, Come on, boy, let's go get comfortable on that straw. So, she and the dog went into the stall and found a place to sit together.

They were so fortunate to have the farm, and so lucky to have been allowed to live there, mostly safe from the elements trying to destroy the goodness of America and the world.

She hadn't spent much time lately just enjoying herself, so it was time, and wasn't long before she slept.

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Her Grandpa Carter was there, in front of her, right across from her, nearly close enough to touch, "Grandpa, how did you get here? How did I get here, and where are we?"

We have some time to talk, Josey. How are you?

I'm terrible, Grandpa. Everybody is still attacking us, and now there are many Muslims here too, and Mom made me the leader of the militia.

How do you like that?

I can't do it, Grandpa—I make mistakes all the time—people get killed cause of me.

Nonsense, child, people die and get killed all the time. Look how many people got killed when I was leading. Yes, as leader you are responsible, but you can't let it eat at you.

But I do, Grandpa, in the last battle with the Blue Helmets I told my driver to head right at them, a real big gun, and he did, and he got killed! Two of them, my driver and his rider—

What was his name?

Hawley, and I didn't know the other boy—I don't know half the people in the militia.

But he saved the day, didn't he? What if Hawley hadn't did what you said?

I don't know.

If he was here, Josey, what would he say?

I don't know.

Do you want to know?

I don't know that either.

Well, he's right here. He's been with me for a few days now, ever since that battle where you beat the UN.

How did you know?

Her grandpa turned slightly to his right, Hawley? Josey would like to visit with you. She thinks you might be unhappy with her for ordering you to aim the pickup at that big gun.

I'm not, though. The young boy stepped from somewhere and stood by her grandpa, If we hadn't stopped that big gun we might have lost that battle, but instead they ran.

You see, Josey? her grandpa asked.

No, I don't—Hawley, you got killed!

Jocelyn, you have to straighten up, her grandpa said, You can do this! You can lead!

If I could, ma'am, Hawley said, I'd come back and I would want to follow you, again. Then Hawley turned away, and was gone.

Josey.

Now who was going to appear?

Josey, please wake up.

What?

You see, Jocelyn? They want you to lead them.

"Why are you calling me 'Jocelyn'?"

That's your name.

"But I want you to call me 'Josey'."

Josey! They're coming again!

She felt herself being shaken.

Go back, Josey. Her grandpa began disappearing, Your people need you for a while longer.

JOSEY!

'A while longer'? What did that mean? Jocelyn's eyes slammed open to her new sister, Dodie, what?

They're coming, Josey, such a huge force that Todd says we can't stay here.

What? That can't be. She grasped Dodie's arms and Dodie helped her rise, No! We're not leaving this farm!

But if Dodie was right, and Todd was right, what choice would they have? She gestured toward the door and started toward it, then remembered her dog, and the cats, and the rest of the livestock. How helpless everything would be if their people-protectors were to leave. She returned to her dog and knelt, and wrapped her arms around its head, I have to leave again, boy. She needed to name him, I have to name you, boy, and I will name you.

The dog answered with one quick lick of her face.

Warrior—I'll call you Warrior!

She gave the dog another hug, then rose, Let's go find Todd, Dodie.

2

No rest

Todd met them right outside the door. The look on his face was one she had never seen, sober, stern, intense, Josey, we have no choice but to leave. There are flatbed trucks loaded with tanks coming on the interstate, and semis pulling vans loaded with Blue Helmets. We can't fight something like that.

What about Ellsworth? Have they been contacted?

"Yes, and they can send two jets. Our only chance is to slow the Blue Helmets up if they can strike the lead vehicles, but the jets have just so much armament—and where the hell have you been? We need you out here! Leading!"

I, was resting. Todd had never spoken to her like that. It frightened her.

Good Lord, Todd! Dodie stepped between them, Josey has a right to take a break!

"Certainly she does—when