My Struggle: An Epic Illuminati Story

By Ash Bunsee

My Struggle is a three part book of one man’s struggle to understand this complex world, its meaning and our purpose for being here, because he has taken the view that we are not creatures of some random freak natural accident!
My Struggle is composed as a polemical metafiction written in easy style and simple language about the Illuminati. The book incisively and comprehensively tells the story like never before of the formation of the illuminati since its beginning in the first age!
The story lucidly tracks, traces, unwinds and simplifies the complex role, secret codes and functions of the secretive Illuminati whose giant tentacles on the one hand stretches deeper than you can ever imagine from ancient times into every known fiendish criminal activity and organization on this planet. The Illuminat’s concept and influence has led to the formation of governments, religion and its pivotal role in organized paedophilia, crime, economics disciplines, truth suppression, UFO’s and so much more is made unveiled! 
Unsealed on the other hand are Illuminati’s pervasive control mechanisms akin to a tap root that invades our minds, body’s  including our very souls robbing us of our lifeblood which is our true individuality and energies!
This compelling book, My Struggle comprehensively draws out the secretive pure evil shadowy Illuminati’s illusion like never before, as this organization urgently vies for our total control and destruction through science and Artificial Intelligence (AI).This book outlines the flimsy fraudulent nature of science and AI by comparing it to ancient arcane disciplines.
The original manuscript was stolen via a slick Cyber Attack from the author’s computer almost on the exact moment and day of its completion by one of the largest technological organizations on the planet as reported by one of the own who blew the whistle! Read redacted open leter at the end of book.
 My Struggle ought to come with a warning… Read it now and your life may never be the same ever again!        
           

• Language: English
• Publisher: ash bunsee
• Release date: Dec 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9788835346135

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My Struggle

An epic story about the Illuminati

Union Square Publications

Author: Ash Bunsee

Copyright Ash Bunsee

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The story behind the story

The story My struggle has been work in progress almost throughout the authors life.

The author formally stated working on the book since 1995 after he experienced a life changing paranormal encounter. Years ago the author stated writing the book and it was at this time that the author experienced a very strange and bizarre occurance and this is what happened… The manuscript was stolen via a slick Cyber Attack from the authors computer almost on the exact moment and day of its completion! A redacted facsimile of an open letter sent to the technological institution that an employee and whistleblower has fingered appears at the end of this book.

This traumatic theft has left the author to painstakingly reconstruct, much of this new manuscript from memory, this new abridged version of the original stolen 230 000 odd word three part book manuscript had to be reconstructed from scratch under very difficult conditions that was made even more difficult by constant and numerous other Cyber Attacks and remote interferences with the new manuscript.

These well orchestrate attacks has caused for the author to edit and re-edit this manuscript countless times as words were made deliberately misspelt, grammar, prose and certain ideas and its meaning would be repeatedly altered, All of this had to redone because the author would not let this story die a sudden death just so that the author could keep this story alive and tell it to you!

" This book is dedicated to the mysterious Great Single Spirit, who lovingly keeps the eternal flame of the pure amongst us alive with that secret sacred intelligent flame… The spirit of life!"

" If you believe that this, so called civilization and the world, as we know it, is a beautiful and just place, then please do not purchase or read this book as it may burst your bubble! And be sure to know that it is not written with you in mind!"

This book is dedicated to the mysterious Great Single Spirit, who lovingly keeps the eternal flame of the pure amongst us alive with that secret sacred intelligent flame… The spirit of life!"

" If you believe that this, so called civilization and the world, as we know it, is a beautiful and just place, then please do not purchase or read this book as it may burst your bubble! And be sure to know that it is not written with you in mind!"

Prologue.

1976

And so the journey begins… I cannot seem to put my finger on it, but there are for reasons unknown to me, back in the good old seventies, long after the upheaval of both World Wars, the world, as I knew it, seemed to have transformed itself into a better place with the promise of much individuality and freedom.

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I opine that, in the air lived a continuous vibrant buzz that seemed to promise humankind more freedom! I thought that life was a party that could never end; well it certainly seemed that way!

Life was great back then, and everything in the world seemed so promising and beautiful with less madness. In addition, the surveillance concept of big brother watching you seemed so very implausible! I suppose that every generation will say the same as at the end of the day after witnessing the evil outcomes of our oppressive governments.

As individuals who have say, experienced the iconic era of the roaring forties that was defined by its big band sounds and formal defined fashion sense with a culture of male chivalry someone like me may overall rate those years as the being best years of their lives!

I first met the dapper Jung Bahadur back in the city of Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia on a pre-planned city tour. The seating arrangements of the tour company called for us to sit next to each other in a luxury motor coach.

I still can remember him first engaging me in a rather in depth and eloquent manner about politics, but more specifically about politics in the country of South Africa , which just happens to be the land of my birth. We shared much lively conversation that spanned politics, the Colour Bar apartheid system and the pros and cons of capital punishment.

The Bahadur and I struck up an immediate friendship and at the end of the tour; he invited me to join him for lunch at his hotel, which was at the storied Hotel Indonesia.

Over a well laid out luncheon, we spoke about many lively and interesting topics including the sordid background of the Ghandi dynasty and its hidden connections to the Illuminati. This is a dynasty that lords over the people in the land of his birth, in the ancient sub continent called India.

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A few days later we spent the night at a lively smoke filled pub downstairs quaffing copious amounts of Bintang draft beer on tap and taking in the great music of a live five-piece band, whose rendition of The Four Seasons cover version of the song December, 1963 I really enjoyed. The catchy words and tune of the song resonated and overwhelmed me so much so, that midway through the song, as much as I tried, I just could not resist dancing to the beat, so I took to the dance floor with a lovely girl in a red silk dress.

Now that girl in red was seated all on her lonesome next to me. She was innocently minding her own business, in a rather eloquent manner, until I politely intruded into her space and asked her to join me for a dance, "I believe that in these so called post modern feminists era many persons may label this innocent act as sexual harassment!"

Her strikingly elegant composure caught my eye from the get go. She seemed to add a special brand of glamour and glitz to the large square otherwise boring bar counter that served as a " dumb valet for her purse and handbag" She courteously obliged me and we took to the floor. She sure knew how to dance with inspiring fluid motion and style.

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" Drank too much last night!" I awoke the next morning with a hangover and spent the day lounging at the pool – side, after enjoying a spicy vegan style nasi goreng for breakfast. I washed down my breakfast with a copious amount of Perrier water laced with fresh lemon juice.

It was upon my first sip of pink gin and tonic at the pool - side that I felt my eyes explode as I became larger than life. I took in the Indonesian morning in slow motion and watched the world sail by in a haze of carefree light-headedness. I felt not a care in the world in my imagined invincible state of mind. I celebrated life, lost in the Indonesian minute!

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After midday, it was to be a quick refreshing cold shower and then I slipped into light cream coloured cotton Brooks Brother’s style business suit, as the heat of the day was oppressive.

I stepped out to face the world and it was business as usual.

The day proved to be a hectic Monday of business meetings. It was late in the afternoon when I called up the Bahadur at his hotel and invited him out for an evening meal and drinks at the trendy Tanamur nightclub. He graciously accepted my invitation and of course, my female friend, the girl in red whom I had met at the pub at the hotel accepted my invitation to join us as well.

Amid lively conversation, we wined, dined, and smoked cigarillos and sorbranes as we danced the night away with a few of the other trendy girls that we befriended at the glitzy nightclub.

The club’s seventies style, avant garde interior was decked out in rich woven cotton orange fabric that covered the seating’s, and the authentic white beech wood floors added to the contrast of highlighting the cannery yellow silk carpeted walls throughout the expanse of the club, which gave it a look and feel of warm opulent comfort.

The Bahadur had to attend a conference in Singapore, so we left the club a bit early… at dawn, " wearing happy smiles!"

We caught a cab to his hotel where he dashed into the shower " in and out," then he slipped into a pair of white slacks, a blue polo shirt, as he grabbed his passport from the Elsafe, threw a few cloths items into a small French style carryall, and then we literally dashed downstairs and into the waiting taxicab.

We took turns in prompting Zulfigal who was our friendly cab driver that we recently befriended to engage in some low level flying to the Sakamo Hatta International Airport in order for the Bahadur to catch his 8.20 am Silk Air flight to Singapore. We reached the airport in record time.

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I spent the week in Jakarta immersed in wining and dining and conducting my business affairs until on Friday midday, I received a telephone call from the Bahadur, who invited me up to spend the weekend at his flat in Singapore.

I was about to politely decline his offer when I asked myself the question, what is it that I have to lose? I immediately accepted his gracious offer and we spent a weekend of wild partying both at numerous clubs, not least at the Raffles. We capped the early morning madness of fun at his beautifully appointed Orchard Road apartment, where we were later joined, by some of his other fun loving friends who also seemed to love and enjoy the nightlife perhaps a little bit more than we did!

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Come Monday we rode up to Singapore International Airport together as the Bahadur caught an earlier Air Garuda Indonesian flight light back to Jakarta for a day and then to his home in Bombay and I boarded a Boeing 747 home to New York City.

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Once settled into my routine at home, I tried calling the Bahadur at his Bombay residence but his assistant politely informed me that he was away on extended leave in Lake Titicaca in South America . I left a message for the Bahadur to contact me at his convenience. Over the course of three months, I did not hear from him at all! Until one day, unexpectedly whilst busy in my store I received a surprise call from the Bahadur. After exchanging customary pleasantries, the Bahadur surprised me by inviting me to his home in Bombay, and once I agreed to take up his offer, then he floored me by asking if I cared to join him on an overland expedition from South Africa to Egypt? It did not take me long to make up my mind especially when he mentioned my old home town in South Africa which brought back nostalgic memories!

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The Bahadur lived in a splendid bungalow in the Malabar district. The plants and trees in the Bahadur’s garden are planted in such a manner that it gave off a soothing Zen like effect on one’s mind upon its vision. There was a liberal sprinkling of fruit trees and other exotic plants.

His expansive garage housed two pale blue Rolls Royce’s and three gleaming Mercedes Benz cars . I spent many nights at the Bahadur’s bungalow and I had the great opportunity of meeting his beautiful princess, a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend of whom I noticed first hand, how they shared a wonderful passionate but somewhat balanced relationship.

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Our entire trip from South Africa by road to Egypt lasted for two months and one day as we spent time along our travels with interesting people that we met all along the way.

We travelled along in a rugged Hino truck kited out with showers and a host of other creature comforts. We saw many an ancient ruins of Africa which are real and we passed by the great River Zambezi of I which I watched fall in perpetual motion in what is known as the Victoria Falls!

It was at the tail end of our expedition, each of us left from Cairo International Airport to our respective countries, but we made a promise that we would meet again. As per usual, but this time around it was to be much longer than anticipated as I had heard nothing from the Bahadur, for a whole five years! Despite my three initial unreturned telephone calls to his residence in as many months.

I had all but given up on ever seeing the Bahadur again especially here in my hometown, until one morning as I got to my store. I was completely surprised to see the Bahadur.

He cut a fine figure attired in a black pin stripped Hugo Boss suite waiting out at the entrance of my store. I got off the cab and immediately asked him to wipe the grin from his face as we stepped forward and warmly shook hands and then hugged each other.

I could not help but fire a barrage of questions at him! However, I received no answers, just what seemed to me to be a caring warm smile.

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The Bahadur spent a week with me living in my apartment, actually helping me out doing physical chores at home and at my store. I was amazed and I even told him so, because I was dumbfounded to see a playboy like him get his hands dirty! As per his new usual self, that I was slowly coming to grips with his new demeanour, he smiled without offering me an explanation to his newfound character.

I begged the Bahadur to go out pubbing and clubbing with me, but he politely declined my offer. I asked the Bahadur if he has contracted some sort of rare illness that caused him to refrain from having fun. However, he just shook his head with a smile. I was intrigued but decided not to push the issue and decided to let sleeping dogs lie. It is unlike that I was not curious to know why the Bahadur did not contact me for five whole years… and it is highly unlikely he did not receive my messages from his very competent assistant whose competence I experienced firsthand whilst spending time at his home.

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As the Bahadur was about to board, his flight back home he thanked me for my great hospitality and then he did something that I found to be out of the ordinary! He handed me a sealed white banker’s envelope and asked me to open it once he had boarded his flight!

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Taken aback by his unusual gesture, I placed the envelope securely in my tweed jacket’s inner pocket, gave him one last wave, as I turned away from him and walked out the departure hall. I caught a cab immersed throughout my ride home with all sorts of thoughts running through my mind!

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I showered and then poured myself a glass of S auvignon Blanc de Blanc. I carefully opened the envelope, not knowing what to expect. Within the envelope was an Ariston watermarked note attached to what looked like a plane ticket. I looked at the short handwritten note. I opine that the note was carefully worded, written out succinctly with a fountain pen, whose steady cursive writing that read simply…

Dear Friend

Please find enclosed a return ticket to Bombay for the 29 th day of July, which is the next month. I would like you to join me at my residence for two days. I will understand if you cannot make it especially at such short notice.

In addition to the note’s curious wording it was signed off as…

" Your friend"

" JB"

I read the note again as I reached for a cigarillo. I could not make head or tail of it. I had some strange thoughts run through my head, one of which was, was the Bahadur unwell? When I stopped to think about it, of recent, I did find his behaviour a bit odd to say the least!

I felt that I owed it to our friendship to comply with the Bahadurs wishes!

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The Bahadur was much pleased to see me arrive at his home. I must add that he looked fine, healthy, and happy! I noticed that his home was devoid of its usual rich clutter and staff compliment, but I decided not to say anything about the minimalist look.

The Bahadurs girlfriend was present of whom he affectionately referred to as his princess and she as per usual looked radiant and happy too!

It was over a simple vegan dinner that the Bahadur had prepared by himself, the Bahadur finally brought me up to speed on the new developments in his life. He carefully with a select choice of words told me that five years ago he had a life threatening motor vehicle accident that made him re-evaluate and to question his life and his sole purpose here on the earth!

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He told me that he took a well thought out decision to renounce all forms of materialism and to become a sannyasi!

I have abandoned all claims to social and family standing. That is to say that I have chosen to live in a world without the intoxication of money, power and prestige. "As I am sure that you are aware that a sannyasi cannot be the head of a household although there are some known exceptions." He continued that for almost five years he had engaged an ascetic teacher that taught him how to renounce all forms of worldly deceptions and got him ready to enter into the wilderness in order for him to live with nature.

Then he dropped the bombshell! By stating that, The Bahadur that I once knew had died!

" What! I could not believe my ears! He went on to say that he was not the same person that I once knew. He informed me that he had become a completely new purer entity" He looked at me in the eye as he told me with deep emotion that in the morning when dawn arrives he would don a simple pure cotton hand-woven loincloth and then head into the jungle never to return into this civilization!

All I could do was to look at him as I felt a sense of blank take over and numb my mind.

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It was to be within the crack of dawn when we rode down with the Bahadur to the edge of the urban sprawl. This is where the smog and neon lights turned to wood. He carefully removed and then slowly handed to his Princess the signet 18-karat gold ring that he wore on his pinkie finger. Then, with a faraway look in his eyes, he just as carefully removed his custom-made Blaken style diamond encrusted Rolex Perpetual Oyster watch from his wrist and handed it to me.

We stood transfixed in the chill of that smog-filled morning, each consumed with our own thoughts I guess. I thought deeply about this complex world and my struggle, which is a struggle to understand this world as we know to be with it’s every meaning and facet.

The great one without saying a word, he slowly turned around and cut through the smog and heavy silence that hung in the air… without saying any goodbyes.

The Bahadur slowly walked away from us never looking back…

We watched him walk away with a proud stature as he took confident long but slow strides, walking into the jungle that stood there in all her mysteriously glory and elegance.

The timeless jungle like the ocean was there waiting ever so patiently for him? And who knows…? " Perhaps someday she awaits the entire world! " Watching this scene play out brought a burning nostalgic craving for de-urbanisation that consumed me like fire!

He allowed the endless jungle to swallow up his lonesome self! I may not have realized it back then but my struggle for deep answers to my many complex questions had just began!

Chapter 1 My Struggle

This is a dumb book for smart people!

It’s a lifelong struggle from childhood to understand this purposely designed fiendish complex world, its meaning and the reason and purpose of us being here. I have dedicated virtually my entire life in my quest to find the hidden answers and truth in the secret worlds of Lucifer. It’s a long, long winding seemingly never ending journey.

A journey like no other that forms the basis of my struggle in a world for those with eyes to see…not the sugar coated world that they want us to see but to see reality as it is. A world that they lovingly fill systematically with oceans of tears, hunger, disease, poverty , much suffering, injustice, war, genocide, paedophilia and ignorance. All of these things are not natural occurrences as they would have us believe oh no dear readers, these things are secretly mad e by the evil unclean spirited ones. This truth is hidden by secret oaths. These dismal oceans of hell that the majority are forced to live in surrounds a different world that co-exists with ours, a world of wealth that is mainly a preserved domain for the elites, the royal, the rich and the famous class of people . In this paradise none shall be held accountable for even the most heinous crimes ever.

I walk down this road still, strewn with its trials and tribulations that has much roadblocks and hardship.

I have crossed swords with morons a term coined by Jewish psychologist Henry Goddard and the eugenics secret society created imbeciles class of persons who comprise the useful idiots of our captors.

I have wined and dined with the wise wizards who claim to be completely on my side whilst they secretly hold the hand of the Devil. The greatest oasis in all of this is the good pure souls that have given me the inspiration and courage to continue on my road. May perpetual contentment and divine glory be to all of them!

We are creatures and creations of beautiful pure natural magic and I say to hell with the morons and the imbeciles of this world because their masters will eventually genocide all of them. I say to hell with the wise wizards that aspire for the controlled destruction of all that which is clean and pure which comprises nature.

Take a good look around you and what do you see? I will tell you what you see, you see fauna and flora and the secret magical spirit that courses through them and courses through every other living thing!

My struggle to understand this complex world is winding down! Yes dear readers it’s coming to an end because I finally understand that this all complex world as we know it to be, is nothing but a hollow illusion and a simple one at that! This illusion is only complex if you believe it to be so!

Yes this controlled illusion is deliberately designed to look, feel and exude a complex aura! "At first the illusion gives off the notion that it is highly complex and indestructible but this illusion is a flimsy facade that dances to their tune and the words of their never ending story. The answer to their illusion is to see it for what it is… it is nothing but a house of cards held together by a joker! This house of cards is disguised by magic to resemble a battle ship of thunder, iron, fire and steam "

" Once you allow for the cobwebs that veils your deep understanding of things to be made removed then you can began to see and experience the truth"

I have also found that giving up my intoxication for money, power and social standing is a great place to start but it too is a process and a struggle. Yes it is a deep hard struggle that at times it may drive one to the brink of insanity but it’s doable!

I invite all you brave souls to jump in with me and share my struggle at this point as we journey into the deep unknown… but first… it’s important for us to believe that we are magic!

We are magic! And included in our wonderful magic state is our wonderful magical ability to dream. Stop for a while and image if you can… what would life be like if we did not possess the magical ability to dream? Stop for a moment and imagine what the quality of your life would be like if you never experienced having a single dream in your entire life!

Dreaming is beautiful! It keeps your mind alive when you sleep because our bodies cannot survive without the mind!

Dreaming is a whole new world that allows for us to transcend and experience the soft yet powerful world of light.

This brings us to the great question…"Are dreaming a tool for us to use in order to allow our subconscious mind to tap in at will into otherworldly dimensions?

If this "dream state (question, can it be called time travel?) has any merit to it, then perhaps our dreams, actually are true real life encounters of a " complex deep spiritual kind" I opine that it is too!

So then, is it in this physical realm that I may have become intoxicated by my mysterious dreams that caused me to time travel and foretell my future and for this polemical meta-fiction to become written? You be the judge!

I believe that many of my deep questions of the world, religion and of my life’s purpose has been answered in my dream state.

You see there is a great and hidden secret. This secret is so great that there are its protectors and enablers that hide behind the closed doors and secret words and language of mystery schools, secret societies. They rely on the power and mystery of language in order to carry forth their dark Luciferian agenda and communicate amongst themselves whilst keeping us in the dark, in a state of what can be termed as a state of self destruction or Armageddon.

The word apocalypse is widely used. It is understood by many to mean Armageddon.

Armageddon is the idea of the destruction of the world. This idea is the most accepted definition but it is not the only one.

The word Apocalypse also translates into the unveiling of hidden knowledge or revelation or the lifting of the veil. Ahhh the veil word! The removal of the cobwebs or the lifting of the veil is what we must strive to achieve in order for us to see and then taste real and not false freedom!

Apocalypse is the secret sacred information that lies as the basis of the Luciferic mystery schools ability to control this realm! This secret knowledge is one of Illuminati’s most powerful tools! (more about Illuminati later) Without this, they lose total control over us!

This is because if enough people hear about secret knowledge and most importantly, if enough people believe it then their thousand-year gig will be up and their deception where the emperor has no clothes are made revealed for all of us to see!

This revelation in effect making their rule by secrecy revealed and thus made ended by a revolution of minds!

I suspect that their demise by the people will be swift and painful, therefore another one of their greatest secrets , which is… they created the false concept of God and religion! This brings us to the question is there anyone there at the top…in the sky? No, dear readers there really is no one there sitting above the clouds A careful open- minded study of the holy books both eastern and western varieties will corroborate this truth. We are being misled by them! It is all a ruse!

That great big pearly white chair in the sky is empty! It’s empty its empty, its empty! We have been duped with the Devil’s God theory because everything is just theory as enforced here on Earth by Lucifer as Lucifer who lives forever when he assumes the frames of the men who he makes god here on Earth.

This Apocalypse or Armageddon is one of their greatest secrets that are guarded by the mainly millionaire and billionaire members of the Illuminati aligned secret societies with their very lives. You may inquire how so? It is this lie that allows Lucifer to rule the world of deception! Lucifer the un-dead replicating son of the Devil is nothing more than a construct of the Devils Master Game! It is all a giant movie script and we are mere actors!

We are actors living in a mix of movie-land and a simulated Master Game software(think (Xbox and Game of Thrones) both of which are guided by the Illuminati controlled narrative that makes the game of thrones combined with the most complex chess moves ever… look like reading Alice in Wonderland. this is the reason why shills like professor Steven hawking a Jew, Movie director Jewish Steven Spielberg and Microsoft’s Jewish Bill Gates frequently infer in the mass media that we may be living in a computer simulation of sorts?

It is these lies that rains confusion on the ground which creates the perfect chaotic environment for the elites and royalty to live in their bubble world of wealth, privilege, power over us, whilst their every word is glamorized by their Illuminati beast mass media! They do as whatever they please in a world where the Law applies only to us, the little people!

As mentioned, secret societies keep this information hidden through their system of verbal and written secret oaths. They will not hesitate to unleash every bit of force at their disposal including murder in order to keep this hidden information of which they falsely label as State secrets and classified information from falling into our hands! And so they have devised an elaborate system to do to us what the giant Illuminati controlled food corporations do to our food, "Like the defective products that they sell in supermarkets disguised as food! Therefore humans too are systematically turned into defective products by the Illuminati created establishments! Moreover, that Illuminati system that is responsible to stamp and mould us for them is… none other than our wonderful ‘false educational system which is an unnecessary evil."

Chapter 2 The secret Rise of Evil

One of my struggles and the greatest struggles of the vast majority amongst us is to understand and accept that this world was set up and is ruled by a race of pure evil! Yes, they are here and they walk amongst us many of them masquerading as honest Joe Soap , bankers, clergymen, gurus, politicians, statesmen, royalty, celebrities and the likes. And they are on the rise… you better believe it!

Now then, as enlightened by my dream and as you will experience it with me down the line, it was about a thousand years ago that a race of bloodthirsty vampires with the Devil as its head has set up this illusive world as we know it to be.

They rule it by deception and controlled chaos. These days this entity are more commonly known collectively as the Illuminati. In order to understand who what or how the Illuminati functions one has to look at it from all angles because it’s constitution and structure is based on a chimera!

" The Illuminati’s evil actions in this worldly realm that is under Lucifer’s control veils us from the righteous and the real in effect making many of us wear our eyes" wide shut!

We are oblivious to the Illuminati’s flexible chain of iron fisted global command with its time based dark agenda that plans for our total destruction.

" And since our one thousand year incarceration by Illuminati forces on this Illuminati c reated Prison Planet , here is the start and the end of the greatest threat ever that we face as a race from for now and going forward!"

This is the threat to us in a nutshell…"As mentioned the core of the Illuminati are Vampires and Demons many of whom masquerade as normal everyday people almost like persons in ala John Carpenter’s movie titled They Live., " This truth was also stated by billionaire owner of Harrods departmental store Mohamed Al Fayad in a British Court of Law!"

These demons live with the impure spirit of death within hence their need for cuisines like the Santa Clara diet plan and also they conspire to destroy us through the fictional narrative of materialism! They also plan to eventually build robotic machines to eat us all up at a prearranged time!" This is serious stuff!

The sole aim of mystery schools with their secret societies cohorts is to destroy humanity and Earth in its secret rule by extracting global order through their theory of secret rule by chaos!

Their system of order through chaos is backfiring and we can witness this because at one time what used to be unthinkable occurrences is becoming routine.

At the time of writing this book the world is in an unthinkable situation. We have unthinkable debt levels, unthinkable Laws are being passed one of which dictates that men can be women and women can be men! The truth is that divine nature has never created or caters for a third gender but Lucifer and great evil has!

The question is which of these narratives do you support, do you stand with purity or do you stand with evil and sway to things like the Santa Clara diet?

Then we have been blessed with unthinkable leaders and it has been said that these leaders have lost control of their central planning system through their actions. These global leaders are increasing dangerous global economic and military risks exponentially. Dear readers just remember that c haos is a component to help the Illuminati achieve their end game! They gain strength, consolidate and profit from your misery.

To this end, the arts, culture, entertainment, economics and religion including everything else is a dog and pony show.

This Illuminati charade serves to keep us entertained with distraction in this circus of tainted beer and poisoned bread whilst we are led slowly in ever-increasing numbers’ confused by the blinding light of ever increasing global chao s to our extinction!

We are being led by orchestrated confusion to their slaughterhouse. There are many who still do not have eyes to see this terrible pure evil illusion in play because it is so easy to live in denial and that’s one of the things that they count on!

The sixty four thousand dollar question is…who has committed the largest fraud on this planet? No, it is not who you think it is! It is not Enron, Maddoff or the Federal Reserve Banking System! The largest fraud perpetrated on the human race is this deceptive illusion called civilization!

This thing called Civilization is a control mechanism that works by enticing us to engage in ever increasing needless material consumption.

This culture of needless consumption is the Devils invention designed with the sole purpose of destroying the human race and Earth through this great civilization deception.

There are many of us who have grown to love, embrace and swear to protect at the loss of life or limb the Devil’s invention of civilization!" How genius is that on the Part of the Devil?

Please excuse the pun but if I