Many years ago when I was a young woman in my twenties, I was an avid fiction writer and indeed when I was a teenager, my very first fiction story was about a grand prix racing driver called Cherry Lane who competed with the male racers at Silverstone race track. I composed this fiction story during my long one hour and fifteen minute lunch breaks whilst I was at work and it took me literally MONTHS to finish. When I completed my fiction story, the company nurse, a very nice old lady expressed an interest in reading this story and asked if she could read it. I handed her the 200 page fiction story and she took it home to read. The very next day Mrs. Bennett (the company nurse) brought the book back to me and she was literally BOWLED OVER by its content, she found it FASCINATING, EXCITING and ENGAGING right to the very end. In fact, she went so far as to mention that “IT WAS THE BEST STORY I HAD EVER READ AND I COULDN’T PUT THE BOOK DOWN. I OPENED THE BOOK AND READ IT RIGHT TO THE END.” Recently, I received very similar comments on these posts regarding my NON FICTION work, which reminded me of Mrs. Bennett, the nurse from the textile company where I worked as a Junior Secretary. There was just one criticism from Mrs. Bennett that sent shock waves rippling through my body and it disturbed me so much, I have remembered what she said from all of those years ago. Mrs. Bennett asked “why did you have to kill her at the end?” I explained to Mrs. Bennett that it was just a FICTION story and it was done for heightened excitement and she replied “but you didn’t have to kill her.” In summarisation of the CLIMAX of the racing story, Cherry Lane was competing in the Grand Prix race at the Silverstone race track and she had devoted herself to training hard for months. She wasn’t about to lose this race and she was DETERMINED to WIN at all costs. Her racing skills were SUPERIOR and she was a very good car mechanic. However, during her car maintenance routines, she had overlooked several minute details. The tire on the nearside inner tire had a tiny bleb on it. She had overtaken all the men in the race and she was headed towards the finish line and the chequered flag. She had just crossed the finish line, the chequered flag was waved and suddenly there was a MASSIVE BLOW OUT, the blebbed tire had burst and exploded and sent the racing car with Cherry inside richocheting across the track. The car turned over and over and over and over, the engine exploded and burst into flames and Cherry unfortunately DIED. **Note** Before you all ask folks – this story was NEVER published and very few people got to read this marvellous piece of fiction art. So, sorry, I don’t have the full story any more, but I do vividly recall the content, with THANKS TO MRS. BENNETT’s comments and criticisms.

I composed some other stories in my twenties which is MORE FRIGHTENINGLY RELEVANT to what is happening in the world right now. There were TWO stories that I never published and I NEVER finished them. Why? Because I was reviled by what I had written. My father was intrigued by the urchins and the rotten banana story. Unknowingly to me, he had picked up my work and read the two pages that I had composed regarding this futuristic fiction story. He wanted to know where the REST of the story was and I told him that I couldn’t continue to develop it, because the content made me FEEL SICK. The story opened where : the world was in absolute turmoil, it was the year 2525, there were NO jobs, NO work, No food, NO water, NO nothing and the future looked BLEAK for the people of this planet. There were two hungry children, a boy and a girl dressed like urchins and they were scruffy, as they hadn’t washed for days – there was NO water. They were sat on the step of a derelict old building that was shuttered and boarded up and they were MUNCHING on a ROTTEN BANANA SKIN that they had found lying in the dirt on the ground. The people of the world were becoming more desperate and many of them hadn’t eaten for DAYS, some hadn’t eaten for weeks. The lackadaisical government at that time were slow to RESPOND to feeding the STARVING masses of people. It took them over 6 months just to complete the task of organising food parcels to be distributed to ALL of the people in the country. When the government had finally arranged shipments of food to be distributed to government warehouses all around the country, people were becoming even more restless and desperate to EAT. The food parcels finally arrived at these government distribution warehouses and they arrived in SEALED METAL CONTAINERS. Inside each of these metal containers were a different assortment of foods, including tinned foods. The line of people across the road where the government warehouse distribution center was located was many miles long. There was an heightened sense of desperation in the impatient waiting hungry masses. Metal food container parcels were handed out to the waiting people and it was on a FIRST COME FIRST SERVED basis. Many hungry people had been waiting for hours, just for a bite to eat and stocks were dwindling FAST. This young man was the LAST individual to be handed a government metal food parcel container and there was a VERY WELL TO DO, WEALTHY 30 year old woman stood behind him in the line. You could distinguish that she was wealthy by the way and manner in which she dressed and she was wearing some very expensive jewellery. The government worker told the woman that there were NO more food parcels today and she started to weep, complaining that she was very hungry. In desperation, she approached the young man in front of her who had received the LAST METAL FOOD PARCEL container of the day and BEGGED him to give her a little food, she was WILLING to pay £500 for a small tin of baked beans. The young man was hesitating and thinking about the offer. Eventually, he agreed and the woman handed over the £500 for the small tin of baked beans. As this woman turned around to walk away with her precious tin of baked beans, a bunch of young punks approached her, punched her in the face, knocked her to the ground, stamped on her head and TOOK the beans out of her hand, that she was clutching so tightly. That’s it folks – my father wanted the rest of it, there is NO rest – I couldn’t finish the story, it was sickening, even though it was fiction. He then commented that “that has already happened.” When I enquired “what had happened?” He mentioned that food had been distributed in parcels during World War II. I then asked “in metal containers?” And he said “NO,” but food was distributed during world war two.

That story COULD come true if this World War III vaccine war continues. Already Dr. Vernon Coleman has predicted MASSIVE FOOD SHORTAGES in the not too distant future. He also mentioned water shortages, power outages, the list is endless. And ALL of this EVILNESS has been caused by ONE MAN and the Online Resistance Movement are still trying to come to terms that ONE man out of BILLIONS of people on this planet could precipitate SUCH CHAOS, DESTRUCTION, MASS KILLING with the so called depopulation vaccines and DEATH. He is the world PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 1 – BILL GATES. He is a BIGGER THREAT than any other of our other adversaries in this war. This war could DRAG ON FOR YEARS and as the government continues to HALT the economy, there will eventually be NOTHING for anybody – NO FOOD, NO WATER, NO POWER, NO MONEY, NO NOTHING. This evil NAZI warlord is THRUSTING us ALL back into the DARK AGES and we HAVE to STOP this madness before it WRECKS everything and this is NOT fiction, but a FRIGHTENING REALITY.

There was another fiction story that I started but never finished, because THAT particular story ran a very similar theme to the ROTTEN BANANA SKIN STORY. And that was about a man who had lost his job at the LAST SURVIVING TEXTILE EMPIRE. The textile manufacturing empire was the LAST business on this planet to announce its forclosure and the scrawney, wiry, weak old man who was the company’s owner and General Manager assembled his whole factory employees, both shop floor and office in the LARGE CONFERENCE HALL. He spoke with a quiver in his voice and genuine tears in his eyes when he announced that he was CLOSING down the business, because the company was in financial ruin. It affected this worker terribly. One day he was feeling top of the world and the next day, he had LOST EVERYTHING. Well, not everything, he had his home, a good and healthy family. But to the worker, whose name I can’t remember – felt that he had lost everything and that he couldn’t buy anything any more and he was worried about feeding his family. That night, he was in a foul mood and he slapped his wife across the face at the dinner table. Dinner was served by a SERVING DINING ROBOT called Dorina. The house had all the mod cons of the future, it even had an elevator to get to the upstairs bedrooms. Days went by and weeks went by and this family were getting desperate and food was getting scarce. He came up with an unsavoury plan to break into the old factory and loot some electrical wiring, electrical equipment and some electronics and he mustered up the help of his friends. His mind was so warped that he came up with the idea of building a solid steel silver coloured dome inside his back garden that he could open with a remote control, but on this particular design, you could see NO door or even an opening and it was opened by the remote control. We could NEVER see what was inside this dome until almost the end of when he built it, with the help of his friends from the factory. On one journey back to the factory, one of his friends discovered an old gear stick change open backed pickup truck and he was delighted and excited to discover such a find. They stole the truck from the factory. Most of the cars during this futuristic fiction story were SELF DRIVING CARS – where NO driver was required. So when they found the gear stick change open backed pickup truck – it was an exciting find. His daughters were away at the University and they had just graduated in their subjects and were coming home. By this time, the mind of this man had deteriorated even further and he was desperate to do something, anything to get out of this mess. When his daughters arrived home, they were so excited about their achievements and they were boasting to their parents. Their mother was highly delighted, even Dorina the robot congratulated them. It was evening and this man grabbed his eldest daughter and took her out into the back garden towards the silver dome contraption that he had built with the help of his friends. She complained that he was hurting her arm, whilst he dragged her towards the dome and he just ignored his daughter. He used the remote control to open the dome doors and there stood a HORRIBLE, WICKED CONTRAPTION that he was going to strap his daughters into – one at a time. It was a SPIKED CHAIR, extremely ugly. The spikes came out of the chair at a press of a button on the remote control. He strapped his eldest daughter in the chair, but Dorina the robot had already alerted the ROBOT POLICE. Before this maniac could hurt his daughter, the ROBOT POLICE were in his back garden with their electronic guns, ordering him to cease what he was doing. His poor daughter was strapped into this horrible contraption, he was holding the REMOTE control that triggered this device, his finger was on the button and his wife and youngest daughter were screaming for him NOT to press that button. That’s it folks, that is ANOTHER DISGUSTING fiction story that I never developed.

Why is this significant to what is happening in the world right now? Well, according to Dr. Vernon Coleman, there will be NO POLICE OFFICERS in the future because they will all be taken over by ROBOTS – yes ROBOT POLICE and this is NOT fiction, it IS the future. Dr. Coleman mentioned that a robot had already been developed in recent years that can run 30mph, so why wouldn’t the government use ROBOT POLICE to pursue and capture fleeing suspects? What human can run 30mph? That is Dr. Coleman’s predicted future – ROBOT POLICE.

According to Elon Musk and his continuing cyborg projects, they ALREADY HAVE ROBOT SURGEONS. And according to Dr. Coleman, human surgeons will NO longer be required in the future because the ROBOTS will take over the medical procedures.

This post was not about my youth fiction stories, but how eerily they resemble what is taking place in the world RIGHT NOW.

Folks, we have to STOP this WORLD VACCINE WAR now, we DON’T want it to DRAG ON AND DRAG ON. The war of the People vs the Government needs to be NIPPED IN THE BUD RIGHT NOW, BEFORE IT ENDS IN A COLOSSAL TRAGEDY OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. And Bill Gates needs to be STOPPED he is a MENACE TO THE WORLD SOCIETY.





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This Is One Possible Future

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I am a fully qualified NATURAL MEDICINE PRACTITIONER and I graduated in 2017. My qualifications include : Homoeopathy, Herbalism, Acupressure, Anatomy & Physiology, Dream Therapy, Psychotherapy, Holistic Nutrition, Hypnotherapy, First Aid and Philosophy. I am actively fighting for the FREEDOM of all the people in the world who are experiencing GOVERNMENT OPPRESION and SEVERE STRANGULATORY RESTRICTIONS in their lives. The United Nations Agenda 21 plan to DEPOPULATE the earth has already commenced and it is being synchronised around the world. It is the GLOBAL RESET - resettlement program and their goal is to thin the current world's population down from nearly seven billion to five hundred million and that means that most of us will be KILLED in a MASS GENOCIDE and they will be using the DANGEROUS TOXIC VACCINES to KILL people. Indeed, thousands of people have ALREADY died because of these USAFE VACCINES and we are trying to STOP the 21st century holocaust from happening. Our MISSION is to regain the FREEDOMS for ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. You will be interested to learn that MY WHOLE FAMILY were WIPED out by the EVIL KILLER NHS - 3 family members within 3 month and ALL of them were POISONED to death by the NHS and one family member was poisoned to death by the NHS during Christmas of 2018.



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