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LITTLE BOOK - BIG SECRET
Part one - THE ULTIMATUM
THE FIRST SECRET.
As the reader of this modest publication will soon discover, every important thing has it's time just as every person who ever lives has their purpose, though many never know what it is.
This little book has been compiled in the expectation that its remarkable contents will at least help a few to understand.
I say 'at least' because, as you will see, it has the potential to do a great deal more than that.
Real understanding will guide your life so that you may play an active role in helping others to see by it too.
Little Book - Big Secret covers two related subjects that combine to show and prove the real nature of the truth behind our lives.
It also brings to light the fact that there is an active opposition that has been working for centuries to prevent that proof becoming widely known.
An opposition that disguises itself as a supporter of the truth. An institutional liar in several guises. It protects itself by being a keeper of big secrets.
That liar is a highly organised propaganda and education control network that actively works to keep the majority of the people in bondage to their system by keeping them in a state of ignorance by having them believe false beliefs.
In very recent times the interest and suspicion of 'ordinary' people has been aroused by a little wake up bell that has spread throughout the world and they have started to ask the
kind of questions that the opposition don't want them to ask.
That opposition fears that their own secrets and the crimes related to them will come into the open if people poke around and unearth hidden things.
The little nagging bell that I have mentioned is Dan Brown's immensely popular novel, The Da Vinci Code.
That book has upset a lot of people who think it offends them by putting their beliefs into dispute.
As I write this in India the newspapers are full of letters containing comments about the Da Vinci Code film written by enraged Christians who seem to need to deny others the right to free thought or speech while exercising their own God given right to have exactly that.
Those people are not going to like the real truth one little bit at first.
The Vatican's reaction to Mr. Brown's book has been particularly aggressive yet it's writer states that it is a work of fiction, and it is.
It does however contain some hints about some very sensitive factual links that I will come to in good time.
Dan Brown's novel is far from the only book that dares to suggest that Jesus was a man and not God.
Many academic books that are not presented as works of fiction like Holger Kersten's 'Jesus Lived in India' or 'The Jesus Conspiracy' have been best selling titles yet there has been no uproar from the churches about their publication.
When 'The Holy Blood and The Holy Grail' was released it caused a flurry of interest among the kind of people who like the idea of mysteries and like trying to solve them. That book hinted at the idea that Leonardo Da Vinci was connected to the keeping of secrets that he had to conceal in coded form because they were too dangerous to speak about openly, secrets connected to the truth about Jesus that would put the holders of them in danger if the established church discovered who they were.
It was the book that first aroused peoples interest in the secret of the village of Renné's Le Château in France and the unexplained events in the life of it's secretive priest Francois Bérenger Saunière.
There were no worldwide cries of blasphemy among the general population when it hit the bookshops.
So what makes Dan Brown's novel such a target of the church?
Why are they so afraid of this one? If they really are hiding secrets from the world as his book suggests why are they doing it and what are the secrets?
The real answer to those questions will be revealed to the reader of this book.
The reason for the Vatican's reaction to 'The Da Vinci Code' has something to do with the fact that that book has aroused the interest of a much greater number of people than the academic works ever did and it has caused them to become interested in the subject of the book that Dan Brown based his novel on, the subject being Da Vinci's connection to the Priory De Sion, a secret society reputed to be the guardians of the secret of the real Holy Grail, hidden codes and their connection to Sauniere's lucrative secret.
In doing so Dan Brown's book has prepared the way for the public acceptance of the fact that there really is a Da Vinci Code although it cannot be said that he created it, and there really are people who don't want the world to know that there is.
One name of that code is THE ROSE another is THE ORACLE.
One purpose of this little book is to prove it to the world by demonstrating it.
Before I help you to see what it is, how it works and why it has been kept secret I need to tell you how I came to know about it and why.
While doing so I will show you the second secret.
In 1996 agents working for the British and American governments witnessed, participated in and recorded a sequence of events that were designed by God to give them absolute proof that God exists.
It was done in such a way that they could show that proof to the world if they elected to do so.
The author of this book was also involved in those shockingly crucial happenings.
The whole thing occurred totally automatically, as all things really do, so it was not by my personal merit that it occurred.
I had no idea that it was going to happen until it started in the spring of 1996.
Prior to that time I had been a mussel farmer in Scotland and I was also what people call 'a seeker'.
My role was to help God to supply parts of the proof directly to the British and American governments.
The proofs had been set up in such a way that vital parts of it were received by them long before I was born.
By the time it got into full swing in October 1996 the intelligence agencies had a better idea about the nature of the things that were about to happen than I did. Thank God!
However, having said that, the actual events that occurred must have shocked them to the core even being, as they were, on the receiving end of it.
My own part in it was almost unendurably shocking at times.
Along with the tangible proof that they received they also received an ultimatum given to them in a very startling manner. The spoken message offered them an opportunity to do things in the right way to solve the world's problems before it is too late.
The government agents who received that vital message were advised to tell the world the truth about the things they have been hiding and to implement drastic changes in the way they are governing this world.
Those changes were to end the high level corruption that is currently causing a massive problem for the people of this dying planet Earth.
They were compassionately warned that failure to comply with the voice of God's reason would result in global catastrophe.
Instead of doing the sane and sensible thing they did the opposite and hid the whole thing from the people at the expense of the lives of some very well known figures
who found out about it.
At the time that I was used to deliver the ultimatum under very special circumstances in October 1996 they were told that they had three and a half years to set a
positive response in motion.
A very special identity proof that God supplied to the intelligence services without my knowledge of it proved beyond all doubt that the message I had been used to
give to them was the genuine ultimatum from God. They were literally shown THE WRITING ON THE WALL.
As their response was a negative one I was led to my proof when their three and half years was up to help me to break their secrecy.
That proof was given to me when I was very cleverly led by God to break the biblical seventh seal and find my own way to the discovery of the real Da Vinci code.
After the initial discovery of the existence of the secret Seven Seal code a small group of people were led to complete the master key that contains the anagram information lines that contain the timed links to recent catastrophe's that prove that they were preplanned to provide further warning 'hints' to the secretive government liar's who are still concealing the truth from the ordinary people of this dying world.
LITTLE BOOK - BIG SECRET part one, contains the details of the 1996 events and some important things that happened in the years that followed them, part two explains how the Ana code and the real Holy Grail was given by God. It contains a big demonstration of the proof in the code.
Part one - THE SECOND SECRET.
THE WRITING ON THE WALL AND GOD'S ULTIMATUM.
In 1996 the same people who have been hiding the secret of the code that reveals all, hid the most important occurrence in the history of mankind from the world.
It has to do with some very special writing on a wall and a shocking message.
As most people know the original story that relates to the theme 'the writing on the wall' comes from the biblical book of Daniel and it is generally regarded as
an account of something that happened a long time ago rather than a prophecy.
As a result of the publication of the Daniel story in the Old Testament people understand that to see the writing on the wall means that you have realised that the
end of something is near. For example in a personal context it could be about your business, your marriage or even your life.
In the case of Daniel's connection the writing on the wall was a signal from God to let the king of Babylon know that the time of his rule was coming to it's end and
Daniel was the man who interpreted the meaning of it for the king.
The thing that the world's people have not been told is that the Daniel story also had another purpose that only came to light relatively recently.
The writing on the wall theme was used to put some real meaning into a potentially 'earth shattering' event that happened in secret ten years ago in Dublin and London.
That event was witnessed by the writer of this book as a participant in it and also by the intelligence agencies of Britain America and the Vatican who all knew it was
going to happen before I did.
Use of the code mentioned in the note about the first secret helped them to be mentally prepared for it. It taught them a lot about the way things really are so that
they had a full understanding of what was happening at the crucial time.
They knew about the code a long time before I did too as you will see a little later.
When the time came for the other proof that they received to be given they already knew that time itself is not organised in the way people generally perceive
it to be. They knew in fact that time is a preordained plan that has intelligence behind it.
There was a very important reason for that writing on that wall.
Before I got to know about it the most amazing sequence of events the world may ever get to hear about occurred.
In order to give you some idea of the shocking and beautiful nature of those events I will start by explaining what happened to me as a child in 1963 that
caused me to write a very important love letter to a girl named Miriam.
I had no idea then why it had happened, I just knew that the thing that had caused it was astonishing and almost unbearably beautiful. It was an experience of
divine love itself.
It happened in this way;
One afternoon during my last year at Billericay junior school as the bell rang to signify the end of the afternoon playground break I realised that I had an
urgent problem. I needed to visit the toilet.
Having solved that problem I had to return to my classroom noticeably late.
My classroom was at the far end of the first part of an L shaped corridor.
As I reached the classroom door and started to move the handle to facilitate my entry I was interrupted by the sound of laughter coming from behind me in the
shorter corridor that housed my headmasters office.
On turning round to investigate the source of the laughter I witnessed a scene in which a family had brought their children to say goodbye to Mr. Nourish and I
heard them say that they were emigrating to another country the name of which I do not recall.
When the headmaster then said goodbye to the girl among the group he addressed her as Miriam and drew my attention to her.
Then it happened.
The 'it' that I am referring to was an event that was to my adolescent mind the most stunningly beautiful erotic shock of all time.
It was an instant thing that happened without thought, a sudden knowledge of the meaning of love itself triggered by my visual connection to the girl. Love that
knew no limit to it's beauty, love that told me in a single but eternal flash of understanding the startling truth about the meaning in the sexual difference
between a boy and a girl. It was as if my mind broke with the shock of the purity of it.
I knew then that I had seen a very important part of what God is.
As the family turned to leave my last glimpse of Miriam was one of her slim posterior and I fully realised the erotic beauty of the nakedness that lay beneath her
clothes.
In a state of absolute shock I had to enter my classroom where I had to try to deal with the almost unendurable wait until the final bell rang allowing me to get
out of there and run to reach the solitude of my bedroom in which I sat alone attempting to deal with my new found unbearably burdensome knowledge and the pain of
knowing that Miriam was on her way to a foreign land almost certainly never to be seen again by me.
I did not know how I was going to deal with it. It felt too big for me. I wanted it to go away but I couldn't bear the thought of it actually doing so, it was both
the most precious and the most painful discovery that I had ever known, something very close to the meaning of life itself.
In despair at the unbearable solitude of my shock I wrote a love letter to Miriam the most precious human being that I had at that time ever seen, even knowing as I
did that she would never know.
I had no way of knowing then that there was a reason for the production of that letter that surpassed the concepts in my 'wildest' dreams.
I did not share the secret of my love letter with anyone as I knew that nobody would understand the reason why I had written it. Its discovery by another person
would have horrified me.
I read it every day in secrecy for about a month by which time the intensity of the experience was beginning to fade and my interest was once again taken up by the
mischief inherent in the lives of eleven-year-old children of that time.
The Poster on another wall.
It was near to the time of the writing of Miriam's letter that another curious piece of written text was produced by the use of my hand.
One Saturday afternoon in 1963 I went with two friends to shelter from the rain in Billericay station waiting room. We were smoking forbidden cigarettes and trying
not to become bored while waiting impatiently for the rain to stop, the weekend was being wasted by the rain and the prospect of returning to school on Monday morning
and having another week to wait until the next one added to our mutual feeling of gloom.
For the lack of anything better to do I walked over to look at an old poster in a heavy glass fronted wooden frame that I had always known was on the waiting room
wall but had never actually investigated before, thinking that it was probably a list of railway bylaws.
To my surprise I discovered that it was nothing of the kind.
It was in fact the most nonsensical piece of poetry that I had ever seen and when I read it, it left me with a very strange feeling. There was something disturbingly
odd about it.
As I started to mention it to my friends one of them noticed that the rain had stopped and so the subject was dropped because there was still the freedom of the
remainder of the day to be explored and we left the waiting room and went in search of our next adventure.
During the school week that followed from time to time the memory of the poster kept returning leaving me each time with a naggingly unfinished feeling of curiosity.
At the end of that week on the Friday afternoon I decided to make a detour on my way home and make myself a written copy of the rhyme on the poster.
Without mentioning it to my friends when the school finished I set off in a hurry to do so.
I ran because I wanted to make sure that I would not be seen doing it. I did not want to have to explain my action to anyone I just wanted to copy the words on
the poster and go home.
I entered the station waiting room with the hope that it would be deserted only to find to my horror that it was not.
There was a girl sitting on a bench in that room.
She was the last girl in the world that I would have wanted to find in there, but I was stuck with it.
I nervously said hello to my classmate Alan Fisher's older sister Marian as I hesitated at the sight of her.
My initial feeling at that unexpected meeting was that I would come back some other time to complete my curious errand and I thought about turning round and leaving.
Then I realised that I would look very stupid doing that and that the girl would feel, quite rightly, that I had left to avoid being alone with her in that room.
It was a very awkward moment for me that I tried to resolve in a dishonest way.
The reason why I felt this way is that my observations of that girl on previous occasions had left me with the conclusion that she was a bit mentally strange. As a
result of that conclusion I had always dreaded the prospect of finding myself in a situation like that one, in which I was alone with her.
I tried to solve my problem by stalling for time by pretending that I was looking for something in my school bag on the floor. My back was turned toward her.
I was hoping that she felt as awkward about our unexpected meeting as I did and take the opportunity I offered her to leave the room.
The reality however is that it didn't quite work out that way.
After spending what was becoming an increasingly embarrassing amount of time on my pretense during which I could feel my face growing hotter and therefore visibly
redder I stole a glance in her direction to see if she was still watching me.
What I saw was the last thing that I expected to see. Marian, or Marion, was not paying the slightest attention to me. She was sitting with a terrified expression
on her face staring directly in front of her as if in the grip of something very close to total panic.
This to me was a confirmation of my suspicion that the girl was mad and on seeing it I no longer cared whether she saw me copy down the rhyme.
I just wanted to do it and get out of there.
I took my rough book (school note book) out of my bag and headed for the poster, relieved to have something to do to take my mind off the problem of the 'crazy girl'
and I started to make my copy.
Suddenly she bolted out of the waiting room in terror and the door slammed after her with a very loud bang.
The relief that flooded me was a welcome feeling that allowed me to slow down and get on with my little task that I completed in a few more minutes before going home.
I was in no great hurry to leave because her path home took her the same way that I had to go and I wanted to give her time to get well ahead of me.I had an ominous
feeling about the state of the girl but conceded with relief that it had nothing to do with me.How wrong I turned out to be!
The following morning my father came out to me in the road outside our house to tell me that the girls' father had just been on the phone complaining that I had been
the cause of his daughter's distress the day before. He was very angry and obviously thought that I had done something on purpose to upset her.
I protested my innocence to my father who I was pleased to note accepted my account of the tale.
I knew that this awkward situation was not yet over because I knew I would be confronted by her brother Alan and his friends, who were also my friends, when I went to
school on the following Monday.
My fears about that turned out to be well founded.
On my arrival at school, which I timed so that I would get there as we were being herded into class, I noticed more than one unfriendly glance from my fellow
classmates.
During the morning lesson period I felt as if the Spanish inquisition was about to be restarted and that I was to be it's victim. At least half the children in the
class were looking in my direction as often as the teacher's lack of attention would allow.
When the dreaded break time came I went out to face the music feeling that I had already been found guilty of a crime I knew I had not committed.
A gang of pushy boys approached me with Alan Fisher in the forefront of the mob.
His first words to me were "What were you and your girlfriend doing to my sister at the station on Friday?"
I hesitated before replying, because I did not understand what he meant about my girlfriend. I did not discover the shocking answer to that puzzle until October
1996 and what an answer it turned out to be. No wonder that poor girl was terrified.
As my defense argument ensued a group of female classmates joined the group of angry people who were listening to my protestations of innocence and when I had
finished speaking they volunteered the information that something else had happened at the station on Friday, Janet Goode had seen two communists there!
My own private reaction to the rumour was twofold, relief that somebody had changed the subject and disbelief about what seemed to me to be an absurd statement.
What made her think that they were communists?
That too was explained to me in October 1996 in an equally astonishing way as the Marian Fisher fright.
I expect you, the reader will be wondering what possible connection there could be with those childhood events, the Da Vinci Code secret and ultimatums from God,
read on, all will be revealed!
