Imagine, if you will, for the briefest of moments a terrifying scene of fantasy ..
In a far away land existed a once innocent young girl.
Her life was surrounded by horrors most would not believe while others not survive.
All around her predators waited. An evil mother with mental health issues, a gang of rapist men, an evil extreme leftist council that loved to victim blame and a inept Police Force, incompetent and scared of their own shadows.
Her life strangled as if choked by a tourniquet, the air slipping slowly away.
Her friends not knowing what she should do.
Turning to all kinds of outs she was asked if she could turn to her father for help and she said she had sent a letter but thought that her father was likely just as evil as the rest.
In a moment in a year long gone by a matron remarked at how gentle a father was with his baby girl while at the same time she would fear for anyone that would hurt her as he looks like he would kill them.
A man once collapsed to his knees sobbing in tears as the one brief moment he saw his daughter at six years old also sobbing as he watched her bottom lip shaking, burying her head into a cuddly toy given to her as the coach once again took her away.
A letter arrived at an old address out of sheer desperation.
In a very brief time word got to the father who sensed terrible things but was surrounded by naysayers that would insist he was imagining things.
The daughter would be surrounded on all sides, all enemies including those tasked and paid to protect and guide her. A sense of nowhere to run and foreboding would have been overwhelming to someone so young.
The ultimate set of betrayals.
Suddenly the ground around them would shake.
A man lands amidst the furore with confused face but for the evil mother whose eyes widened and knowing what comes next would turn and run, racing away like a injured duck that had just drank a super-serum.
“Hey Kiddo”
“DAAAD?!”
The ground rocked their world and all around staggered off balance, stepping right and then to the left all unsure of their footing.
Rising slowly up a analysing the surroundings and the enemies around, a strike was made to the gang, bodies reeling in all directions.
Flipping to the opposing side a strike was made to the evil left of the council and a friend would say “Who the hell is that?”
As another turn was made striking the incompetent and lying Police Force the girl would turn and grin ..
“THAT’S .. MY DAD!!”
A sinister plan of attack was thwarted by sending data to the very organizations once interested in his abilities. They made but one phone-call after he vanished of their radar and they called him ‘genius’ not knowing this is was not all he was.
There was just a little help.
When the focus of the group was intentionally shifted by the one that was onto their murderous intentions. Upon its execution they had a party waiting to receive them at the location they were manipulated into switching to.
The news media already suspect all ignored he please and her plight.
From that very moment the war had begun and the mission ahead was clear.
A mission in of itself was repair to the damage done by these evil, amoral groups before the unadulterated and justified revenge could be carried out. But carried out it would most certainly.
Two rules, absolutely no excuses nor any prisoners would be taken once the guilty parties had been found.
The true enemies would eventually reveal themselves in rather incompetent ways with their messages and claims and little by little the path to the puppeteers would be ventured further along to its inevitable conclusion.
He would often think how some parents even among his own were blissfully aware of how lucky they were .. are.
People would start to gather around him, standing in awe as the ability to dispatch and the ruthless and cut-throat attitude that would be one of many traits.
The gloves long since thrown, my tactics careful and no prisoners at all will be taken by any and all that were part of the evil I now face.
Absolutely none.
Little by little they would be in awe with each new discovery made.
My tactics still in place. All must be unsuspecting until each strike is made and the details revealed to not the country .. but the world.
No margin for error, no chance of escape.
Each world they built, every goal they think inevitably theirs, all must die in a burning pit of fire and even then my revenge will not be satisfied.
One by one they would talk, often telling the man that he was awe inspiring to watch and how blessed they felt that he was on their side.
Others would request he remind them never to piss him off.
In time the fallen would be far too numerous for the biggest graveyards.
Those that got to be told all details of the story would either go into uncontrollable sobbing or fire up in anger.
While sobbing the abused girl would tell the father they had robbed her for so many years ..
“I cannot believe [SOBSOB] who my father is, I have NEVER felt so lucky”
“Well this cannot be isolated and I will find out who is ultimately responsible and when I do I am going to expose them and destroy their worlds until only dust remains. I am so sorry I gave you such an evil mother, I tried so hard to get you out of that”
The girl sobs uncontrollable, upon hearing for the first time that several attempts were made to find out how she is and get her out.
The enemies would stumble across clue but refrain from looking too hard and reading too much, that was the gamble.
It never occurred to them to wonder to the kung-fu, bo staff and nunchaku videos and why they existed and the purpose behind the training.
The message set and was in no doubt would only be received in part, that was the naivety and arrogance of the self-proclaimed superior beings.
In excess if four years and not once did they ever discover.
Could you imagine such a scene and even one with possibly for more involved than that described here?
The sad reality of this is that despite how unlikely something like this might appear the fact is that it is all true.
However there is far more to this story and so much so that at one point in time there was interested as the one in the story taken advantage of and let down was approached with talk of films, TV series and appearances and books.
This suddenly evaporated and nor was it the first time as a court case suddenly dissolved before her very eyes at the 11th hour.
Someone, somewhere did not want the wider public knowing about it.
But I am sure those that read this would be asking themselves, and quite rightfully so, how I could possibly claim that a story such as this was true.
I would be a perfectly relevant question and indeed there is also an answer.
I am the father.
Take a little time if you need to.
It is not possible to describe the years of guilt and pain I have endured.
If you have seen me online, if you have seen or heard about my resolve and ruthless nature and if you read in a previous piece about the old enemy that re-emerged out of the proverbial woodwork, called me the ‘C’ word and asked me who died?
Well I think as there appears to be a sudden and new focus on me and oars have been collected up to stir up the creek it seems the right time to divulge that which drives me.
Well .. in part.
As I said there is far more.
There was more prior to that and there has been more since.
In fact there still exists something that involves several children that east away at me.
When I said I had been doing this a long time and that I was linked to a number of organizations some previously interested in employing me, this was not in jest.
Several audio recordings exist regarding this one with detectives that is in excess of four hours long all on its lonesome.
For those that watch me you had two simple choices, have me as your best friend .. or have me as the worst enemy one could ever imagine.
Now you would think that in a world where everyone think they are equal to Einstein, the choice in this instance would be obvious.
All the clues are there.
In a couple hundred predictions my success rate is 98% and I cannot lie and have saved many lives of children, adults and animals.
What possible information could come your way or how biased and political and utterly desperate and stupid would you have to be to decide to make an enemy of me?
That period spanned 2011 to 2017. Technically it is still ongoing. Still they lie. Still are they placed in danger.
Even the NHS ignored things, lied about things and even after the above they missed cervical cancer in the young girl.
For those that have heard of read that I have referred to them as The Evil Trinity and that there is no accountability?
Well now you know.
If no accountability exists then I would spend every day of every week and year after year doing one single and solitary thing.
Create my own and make absolutely sure that before their plans are executed that the illusion is shattered and every person in every area in every country knows the truth.
Where it was thought I was destined to go hundreds if not thousands see me as a hero.
As did several Christian groups which I have alluded to many times.
They are now even aware of all described above and what is described is only ten percent of all that has occurred.
Now maybe, people will at least begin to understand.
One can only hope.
Memories can often be the worst of curses.
Unless deceased they should fear me because I will not stop coming.
Here is something that people that work for public services need to learn, little lies are bad.
Lying about this and covering up is bad as it is but little lies across the board in the public services allows evil people at the top of society to do a lot of harm because the effects are cumulative.
The is happening in health too and with anyone that has had to deal with heart conditions and covid and is explained in recent posts I have made.
Those that had throught me mad but now say its way worse then I had theorised and the events worse then I predicted have not caught on to this just yet.
It is a couple of shocks that will reverberate around the world.
THE SAINT THEY CALLED ALLNIGHTS 