Seven Strangers Shadowed by Homeland Security

By Peter Brighton

Seven strangers are sent letters that were dictated by Seth the Spiritual energy through the medium Jane Roberts. The firts letters invited them to a meeting in New York state. Where they are shown a video of Seth telling them he wants them to help change the world by reading the next eltter given to each one by Jane Robert5s former lawyer. One of the strangers is a suspended Homeland security officer. He conatcts his office to tell them they need to follow the six strangers. Especially a Palestinian lady in Arabic clothing who he thinks is going to blow up United Nations. The final scenes are in the United Nation but with a different result that is going to change the world. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Brighton
• Release date: Apr 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201511036

Peter Brighton

My writers name is Peter Brighton.  I’m a 74-year-old retired Brit, living alone in the Dominican Republic. I spend most of my time writing children’s stories, film and TV scripts. Plus, a series of self-printing photo booklets of an owner’s pet photos.  The pet describes whats happening. As do my Dominican penguins and cats who meet with many toys and visit the island.   Please visit my website www.petersbooklets.com for more information about my published books on many sites. As well as details about my self-printing booklets that I could send you for free if you email me at [e-mail]    . My objective in life. Is to help people move their lives forward. Also, to help stray dogs and cats. If I become a successful writer. I shall use the royalties, to help more people and animals. At this moment in time I run out of my pension every month because of the support I have given, which is quite stressful. I’ve also been seriously ill for the past year which has affected my eyesight and mentality. I’m hoping the books I’ve published will encourage young adults to study the Seth series of books by the medium Jane Roberts. As Seth, who is a multi-dimensional educator, declared last century that Jesus will return to the human world in 2075 to change the world so that everyone cares for ever living thing and species. Hoping the readers will help him then.

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Published by Peter Brighton 2022

THE SEVEN STRANGERS - MAIN CHARACTERS.

1. Musuma Manumbaki- African Finance Minister and Ambassador to the United Nations   

2. Gavin Merchant- Suspended Homeland Security officer.

3. Bill Sinclair- Former SAS officer and owner of personal security organisation

4. Sabah Ramani - Palestinian, educated in Switzerland, parents and family killed by Israelis.

5. Jane Harper – Girl born in a trailer park Now owns a successful catering business.

6. David Campbell – Banker and private investment analyst who enjoys taking risks with other people’s money.,

7. Sir James Burroughs, KBE, CMG.  Former military man, then head of UK bank, now World Bank executive.

8 Dan Collins – limo driver

OTHER CHARACTERS.

John Davenport- Lawyer to deceased psychic Jane Roberts

John Noble-head of Homeland Security headquarters New York

Sarah- section head Homeland Security

Doug- seasoned Homeland Security officer

Caroline- ambitious Homeland Security officer

CHAPTER ONE – BILL SINCLAIR

My name is Bill Sinclair. I own a very successful company protecting people. It’s something I was borne to do and started doing from the age of seven. When I stepped in to prevent three sixth formers from bullying my classmates. I took a beating that day but I didn’t stop fighting and kicking. They soon realised they couldn’t stop me without seriously hurting me. I’m described as being fearless and tenacious which is true.  When I see someone being unfairly treated or victimised. But most of the time I’m a guy who likes to stay in the background observing others or reading history.

I came from a long line of ‘Sinclair’s’ who had served their British King and Country, as officers of the Royal Highland regiment. It was therefore inevitable that I went to Sandhurst, which is the British Army Officers Training College. But, after qualifying as an officer, I did not join my father’s regiment, for which he never forgave me. Thankfully, my younger brother continued the tradition three years later.

I joined a regiment of Ghurkhas from Nepal instead. Not just because they were the finest fighting men I knew of. But they were sent to more inhospitable and challenging locations than any other regiment. I had no intention of training and marching in a British barrack. I wanted to be in the middle of the jungle perfecting my survival techniques and finding ways of getting close to the enemy without their knowledge. 

After three years I was encouraged to join the Special Armed Services (SAS) which are similar to the American green berets and navy seals. Most civilians at that time would have been surprised how many enemies our government thought we had, and the intelligence gathering they felt was essential to protect national interests. At first, I never doubted my orders and performed whatever task they set me. Whether it was lying in a pig sty for days monitoring the movement of IRA members. Or rescuing British citizens from hostage situations abroad. I felt proud of what I did. That is, until I was ordered to protect the interests of a British Mining company. They had employed mercenaries to remove some villagers objecting to the company building a mine on their ancestral land in Asia.

I knew the area, and the people, having trained there with the Ghurkhas. My instructions were to assist the mercenaries in evacuating the tribesmen to a piece of land about fifty miles away. The only route in there was by river which was forever changing course. So, I invited a local guide, who also spoke their dialect. To help me navigate a shallow drafted tug boat towing a number of smaller boats that would be used to move the villagers.

My role was simply to take the mercenaries to the village. Then take the villages and mercenaries to a new village up the river. Then bring the troops back to the port. I was under the command of Wim Dibrach, a former major of the South African defence Force. He was someone I took an immediate dislike to.

I took them as close as I could to the village late in the afternoon. But I was then ordered to remain with the boats. I suggested that my knowledge of the people may be useful in persuading them to leave. Debracht said that it wasn’t necessary as the guide would translate for him. He set off into the forest with nine others.

I waited about an hour. Then suddenly, I heard in the distance, automatic gunfire that lasted a good ten minutes. This was unexpected, as I knew the villages were not armed. I left the boats and headed towards the village. Along the route I heard someone up ahead. For some reason I decided to duck out of sight until they had passed me bye.

They were laughing and alone. There were no villagers and no guide. As soon as they were out of sight. I started running towards the village. As I grew closer, I could see the smoke, and the smell that you never forget; which is that of burning flesh.

As I entered the village all I could see was the still burning remains of the communal thatched hut. It contained heaped bodies of men, women and children. I was physically sick, not only for what I was looking at, but because I had been a party to it. I had been naive to believe that the villagers would be moved, maybe forcefully, as we British had done in Malaya in the 50s. But without violence.

How could I have let this happen?  It then dawned on me that someone in the Mining company had given the orders to Debracht. One thing for certain. I was not going to allow the ten mercenaries get away with cold bloodied murder. I headed back to the boats, but as I neared the river. My years of training told me to be cautious. It was fairly dark, with only the moon to show me the way.  As I moved closer to the river, I heard the movement of someone changing position. Possibly because cramp had set in awaiting my arrival. 

These mercenaries I knew were well trained in jungle combat. They were however no match for me. I had been trained by the Ghurkhas to silently use the Kukri knife, which I was now holding.

Three men had been left behind to make sure there were no witnesses to the massacre. None of them heard me come up behind them. I slit their throats for which I felt no remorse. Because of what they had done and may do again in the future. I went down to the river and found only one narrow boat. They must be waiting up river in the tug boat for their colleagues to return. I decided not to disappoint them.

I rigged two harnesses in the front and middle of the boat and sat the bodies upright. I then sat in the rear of the boat, and paddled my way upriver. But not before firing a few rounds of the mercenaries Kalashnikov rifles to show that they had killed me. I could see four men highlighted by the moon waiting on the stern of the tug boat. One of them hailed me in Africana "Did you get