Deceivers

Deceivers

Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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All information, theories and any philosophies or hypotheses should be verified by the reader from outside sources before one takes action to protect oneself from any of the impending dooms that are predicted to come within this book.

All theories and characters in this book (if any) are fictitious and any resemblance to others or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental unless a true name is used and true quotes are used.

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Many of the illustrations in this book are my own drawings. In order to support the facts/truth within the timelines of this book, public domain images and photos from the early 20th century were used. If for any reason these images that are believed to be royalty-free and found on the internet, are in fact privately owned, please contact me at the address below and I will remove them. No fraud or theft intended.

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