Deceivers

By William J. Ryan

There is a secret organization that for hundreds of years have existed solely to obtain others land and riches by any means. War, murder, slavery, drug dealing, and destruction of all other religions and their cultures are but a small part of the business models they follow. To this day, these men hide behind governments and their corrupt politicians, moving freely committing genocide for their chosen religion.
Most of these Deceivers embrace their god intensely for the sole purpose of enriching themselves. The few that truly believe in helping their fellow man are not advanced; they are removed or put to death. No one is to stand in their way.
Regardless of the pain, suffering and the extermination of those that stands in the way. Their single goal is to control the slaves via religion and acquire wealth by any means. Rewriting history is easy when you own everything.
All those below the secret highest levels of this religious organization, inside as well as outside, are considered slaves. They are to do the bidding of the highest people within this secretive cult. These “Lodges” around the world enrich only the few, while deceiving all others. This book exposes them; revealing their true agenda, money, wealth and power... using god.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William J. Ryan
• Release date: Mar 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370330478

William J. Ryan

I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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Deceivers

Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

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Introduction

This book is written as a historically accurate drama to show the inner workings behind governments. It is also to explain why America is and has been involved in criminal activity, genocide and wars. The self enriching powers that promote hatred and brainwash the world’s children with their religion, spread to the four corners of the planet.

They have committed thousands of atrocities (and still are to this day) as well as a military coup, preventing their exposure. War crimes and war profiteering as well as covering up the truth regarding friendly alien contact are but a small part of the criminal activity undertaken by these men from another country.

At the time I wrote this book I made up the names of these underground, dark government, and criminal organizations that control our lives. Subsequently, I have found their real names are close to those found within this book. The price for exposing these criminals is usually death. It is a small price to pay, if it brings to light the evil that is destroying the world under the pretense of god and religion.

There is no greater death than a death with honor.

Chapter One

On Top

John lay in bed in the dim light, staring up at the fresco painted upon his ceiling, as he often would do. His mind was deep in thought of the upcoming day’s events. As always, he was deeply invested into each meeting he was to have.

Suddenly, his wife, Victoria stirred next to him. She was having a dream and it broke his concentration. Stealthy, he slipped out of bed placing his feet on the cool polished marble floors. As he rose to stand he noticed the time on the clock as he walked to the windows at the other end of the bedroom and stared out at the night.

Below were the dimly lit streets of the city that stretched on for blocks. The crescent moon near setting revealed the outline of the rooflines and smoke coming from chimneys as people were preparing for the upcoming day.

Their insignificant lives of poverty temporarily distracted John. He thought, ‘Each of us has a role to play in this life. They have chosen a life of poverty and I chose the opposite.’

John’s mind turned back to money. He leaned forward on the granite window casing and stared down at the newly installed streetlights, thinking of the amount of stock he had in that company. He had bought as much as he could and was on their board of directors. ‘I must find a way to get the city to expand the lighting system to encompass all streets.’

It was then John’s mind went back to a time when there were no streetlights and then when the city installed those new styled gas lights. His grandfather had worked for the Gas Works and each evening would light the gas lights and each morning would put them out.

With envy John thought of Nikola Tesla the one credited for the design of the modern alternating current supply system. ‘But he does not see the full potential of the power. Now he wants to created free power from the earth! He must be stopped! He will crush my stocks value if he secedes.’

John wondered how Tesla could come up with these ideas, ‘Such a brilliant mind. What must it be like for him to be so creative and stuck with the rest of mankind? I can’t even get these idiots to see its full value.’

The city council was blocking him and their efforts to expand, thereby enriching him and the other investors. Clearly, the only way was to replace the council with members of the Lodge. That is the primary goal; that and what is stopping our growth. God is the best way to replace those who stand in my way.

The morning sun was beginning to rise and John knew it was time to prepare for the day. He walked into his dressing room and there was his valet, waiting for him. John’s clothes were laid out for him, as they were every morning.

There were few people John could openly talk to about the subjects close to him, so most times he just kept to himself. The newly installed elevator took him to the ground floor and the street in front of his home where his carriage was waiting to take him to the bank.

His day was like the day before and the one before that, in that each was full of meetings. The risk committee at the bank would meet once a day to evaluate changes in upcoming events so as to better prepare the bank for changes and better investments.

Every day was the same, as John walked up the steps to enter the Bank the doorman was there to open the large polished brass doors, Good morning sir. Was the greeting as it was the same from every employee, every day? At the end of the hallway hung an oil painting of John’s father, looking down upon John, watching his every step.

But this day was to change John’s life