The Keeper of Secrets

By Anne Dover

The Keeper of Secrets series. The writer was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis 24 years ago, these are fiction books written around her adventures with exploring the alternative health sector. She reveals the right health professionals to contact and sequences to certain things. The writer worked with one of the world's top bodytalkers in the process of researching for these books. If you have an open mind and want to take control of your health and learn what works well and how - read this series of books. They are not an easy read, they reveal and show techniques. The hard work has been done for you. Multiple Sclerosis is an incurable disease which can go anywhere it wants in the body. The immune system attacks the nervous system. #empaths #Multiple Sclerosis #Reiki #entities #bodytalk #narcassists

The truth has always been there; it's been hidden or protected. Few know it but none share it. The masses have needed to be controlled or protected so the reality won’t scare them.
Plus, what better way to control a society than to have them live in fear. Leave the knowledge to the ones who have earnt it.
Watch how a scammers ring hang their own out to dry when their existence is threatened.
Join the journey as the Keeper of Secrets unravels one

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Dover
• Release date: Jan 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463567333

Anne Dover

Anne Dover is a non de plume for an already established best selling author in another genre.

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The Keeper

of

Secrets

3

By Anne Dover

Copyright © Ooky Spooky Publications 2018

Cover Copyright ©2018 by Ooky Spooky Publications

All rights reserved.

The author has asserted her moral and legal right to be recognised as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, or persons is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the author.

Most of this book is based on true events, but to protect identities this book has been released as fiction.

Book three of Trilogy.

Scribblings of a Writer

Scribblings of a Scammer

The Keeper of Secrets

Dedication

For my girls who mean the world to me and to good friends who are

always there through thick and thin.

Acknowledgements

A lot of good people went into this book.

Marcia, Pip, Pete and Nikki.

Thanks to everyone who put up with me

when I was working on it.

Missy frowned, she'd had a long night. She was getting right into finding everything out now and solving the mystery. She was finding it hard to contain her excitement, looking into the old aunt's life was fascinating. She must have been a very cool lady and Missy wished she'd spent the time to get to know her.

Her Mum had put her off. They had obviously crossed swords at some point and they had never made up. Perhaps Anne hadn't wanted to make up as her sister had always reverted back to being a nasty piece of work and from what Missy could work out. Anne was trying to run true in everything she did. Walk the walk and talk the talk.

It was obvious to Missy that the aunt to get the universe to flow for her as she had walked the earthly plain as honestly as she could. She heard the voice again. Missy didn't even jump now when that happened.

I can thank my Mum for that. When I was a child she accused me of biking through the trees to get home from school which I hadn't. She’d made it such a big deal that I had lied and I had tried so desperately to prove to her I hadn't. I never lied. It's a rather long story. I'd been biking home down Gilford street and got to the intersection with Greers road and no kid likes to get off her bike seat if she can help it. I had tried to stay on but I was wobbling around whilst waiting for the traffic to pass by so I could cross the road.

I ended up pulling the bike to the left and around the corner all in the attempt to stay on it. But by the time our nosy neighbour was puttering up the road in her car and the traffic had cleared enough for me to do my u-turn and carry on home it looked like I had come from the trees. I hadn't biked through them. They were the one dangerous place we were forbidden to go as men hung out there and jumped out at girls.

So, my night after I got home turned into a ranting raving match of Mum getting off the phone to our nosy neighbour and me swearing black and blue I was telling the truth and crying that I hadn't biked through the trees. Then Mum pretended to ring our head mistress at school and talked to her about how I was lying and how could a girl lie like that and be a Catholic and did they still want to keep me in school. When I was a kid I thought she really had rung the nun but my Mum was just pretending.

She used to pretend to ring people all the time. We had a huge giant of a man who’d lived around the corner and she was always pretending to ring 'the fat man' as she called him, to tell him to bring his sack and take her naughty children away so he could eat us. All the neighbourhood kids knew he ate children and we all avoided biking or walking anywhere near his house. In fact, we all used to point our fingers at him if we saw him out and about and we would run for the hills.

Poor man he'd probably thought we all acted so weirdly near him and he never knew why. It was Mum's regular pretend phone calls that had us all running scared. So much for her parenting skills really.

My Mum had made such an issue about it all I could never lie, I would never dare to. And that's a key too for you, if you want the universe to work and flow for you, you walk as purely as pure as you can. Lies bring chaos and confusion, truth shouldn't. But looking back over my life it was my Mum's antics that made me always tell the truth and yet over the years I've got into trouble for telling the truth but only because the people I was dealing with were comfortable in their beds of lies and didn't want to be found out. Funny how people will just tell one lie and more lies to cover the truth or their bad behaviour. But then they don't want their worlds to crash down with the truth exposing them.

Right you are on a mission girl, I'd suggest weaving the last of the scammers in first and then going back to the years of Napolean and find the writing. That's the key to letting the truth go out there.

Hmm thought Missy what writing was she talking about?

‘You'll know it the moment you see it,’ said the voice. ‘A little more digging into the writing and you should be unravelling it all.’

Missy frowned. Why hadn't the aunt just done it all herself?

The voice cut in, ‘Where would the fun have been in that? You produce the books for me. Let's see how good a job you can do.’

She got the files out again and started going through them. There was a note from a diary of the aunts diary back in 1985.

Arrived back from overseas to find a friend of my sister's still working for us. She had just started when I had headed away overseas. I thought she would have left by now. The girl was a fruit loop as far as I knew and the last thing I would ever want was to be on a posting with her. Being in a confined space with a fruit loop would not be my idea of fun.

The mail girl is very upset at head office. Evidently, she's been running me down for the last three years to everyone who will listen. I didn't really even know her she was one of my older sister’s loopy friends. What the twit doesn't realise that these are good people and they don't like people who spend all their time rubbishing others.

It was interesting today. I handed my notice in. The Ministry has been re-structured so postings are no longer an option for us. I don't want to work here if I can't get overseas.

I have the option to re-train and move up the ladder but I think they will do to that group what they have just done to us. Unfortunately, I am leaving. The boss wandered into talk to me about my sister's friend. She said I should tell them what is wrong with her as they knew there was something wrong but can't quite put their fingers on it. I was told it would be private and confidential and she would never know it came from me. I was hesitant at first and the boss said this girl has gone out of her way to try to discredit you whilst you were overseas, something the Ministry doesn’t like. I sat and told her what I knew of her. Actually, I didn't know much, all I knew was what my sister had told me.

When she was growing up if she didn't get her way she would attempt to slit her wrists all the time. I think one time she had an argument with her sister over who was going to peel the spuds. The sister had to get to work so thought she was leaving her to peel the spuds. No, she started peeling her wrists. My sister went flatting with her and one morning she had a final university exam, and the girl had sat there and said she had to do the dishes before leaving. My sister went off to her exam and left her to do the dishes or they could do them later. The girl had threatened to slit her wrists if she didn’t stay and do the dishes. She came home from her exams to find she'd slit her wrists yet again and unfortunately had done it the wrong way.

My boss had been grateful for me telling her. I asked her what was the reason for massive scars the girl had on both her wrists? The girl told them she had been in a car accident. Actually, we had a good laugh about how a car accident would do both wrists! Evidently, the girl was growing concerned when they kept posting others and she was being left out of the loop. She accessed her file under the privacy act and in that there was a note that said due to information that Dover had supplied