[You or somebody you know]

No. Like I've said elsewhere, I have severe heart failure; heart disease and, apart from usual coughs and colds, I've been fine. My sister and a few of her family were 'diagnosed' as having it but never tested. They are also fine now.

[Having some problems with family members and really need some advice.]

I live in a  house with my wife, my daughter and her fiancé. Of all of us I am the least concerned about Covid-19 (even though I have severe heart failure and am a 'high risk'). I often disagree with my family although - deep down - they also think that this is all some kind of a 'con'. Covid-19 has divided people just as Brexit did before it. I think fear is a major factor and, let's be honest, the MSM has been working overtime to convince people that their lives are in imminent danger. Looking at my family; reading what (so called) friends write on 'FAkebook' and talking to people in the street leaves me worrying for the future.  The biggest 'bone of contention' in my household concerns my decision to not accept ANY vaccine or RFID implant. Even though most of my family agree with my rationale, they have more or less admitted that - when push comes to shove - they will feel compelled to reluctantly go along with everything. I know there are millions of us who will stand firm against this oppression but, ultimately, I think we need some kind of miracle if we are going to win this war.

[Forum Attacked]

I only joined this site a few weeks ago after DI was banned from pretty much everywhere else. The fact that this site has been hacked, I think, just supports the views of most of us that we  would be crazy to accept a RFID chip implanted in our bodies. Imagine just how much worse it would be if the chip in your hand had been hacked!  We should be using examples like this as a way to remind people just how flawed and insecure the technology still is, and why they should never be chipped. 

[What Are Ghosts?]

Like a lot of people I have had the occasional 'spooky' experience. But 25 years ago, while I was working as a support worker in a home in the community (supporting 4 adults with learning difficulties) I had a series of experiences that eventually terrified me so much that I left my job. I was not the kind of man who scared easily. It was 1995 and I had been in my job for almost 4 years without any problems whatsoever. I liked my job. It was fulfilling and fun. Once a week or so I had to do a 'sleep-in', but I didn't mind that as, because all of the tenants slept all night (99 times out of 100) then you usually got to sleep all night and you got paid for it). So, as I say, I had done this for the best part of 4 years without incident. Then, I think it was around March or April 1995, I began to have strange experiences. I won't go into too much detail about all of the experiences - which occurred on three separate occasions - but the last one still terrifies me even to this day. I was doing a 'sleep-in' which meant all the other staff had gone home, leaving me alone in the bungalow with the four residents. Three of the tenants had gone to bed and I was watching TV with the eldest of the residents. Around 11 O'clock I asked the resident - who had no verbal communication - if he was ready for bed. He had been sitting in a chair next to the TV, facing me, as I sat on the sofa. I went across to him and offered him my hand. He stood up and we both walked out of the room. I closed the door behind me as we walked up the corridor towards the tenants bedroom. After helping him to bed, I walked back down the corridor, to the kitchen, and sat at the kitchen table writing the shift notes and reports. After I had finished the reports I made myself a cup of coffee while I read the newspaper. I remember eventually looking up at the kitchen clock and noticing that it was coming up to 12 O'clock. I decided that I would watch TV for ten minutes before I retired and so I made my way back towards the lounge. When I opened the door, what I saw sent shivers down my spine. The big arm chair, which the tenant had been sitting in barely an hour earlier,  had been pulled out and place directly in front of the television! I knew that no-one had been back in that room since I had left it (the other residents were all severely disabled and could not have gone back in the room unaided). In fact I was so certain that none of the residents could have moved the arm chair, that I automatically assumed that there MUST be an intruder in the house. In a state of panic I ran to the utility room, next to the back door, and took a lump hammer out of the cupboard. Then I nervously, but quickly, made myself around the building, checking every window and door, making sure they were secure. When I had reassured myself that there was, in fact, no intruder in the building I felt relieved, for a very brief moment, before the stark reality 'hit me'. If there was no intruder in the building and none of the residents could have moved the big heavy arm chair - and I knew I hadn't moved the chair - then something else even more scary was happening. I went back to the lounge, standing in the doorway, lump hammer tightly held in my hand. I remember staring at the chair - which was barely one foot in front of the TV and facing it. I was scared and very confused. I couldn't take my eyes off the chair and I was rigid with fear. I recall being more terrified than I had ever been before in my life. A big part of me expected 'something to happen. I didn't know what. All this happened in quite a short space of time, so it wasn't long after 12 midnight as I stood in the doorway. However, the next thing I remember was seeing the first dim rays of daylight coming through the window. It must have been about 5am at this point. Seeing the light took some of the fear away and, after standing there for another half an hour, I eventually summoned enough courage to go across, past the chair, to sit on the sofa. I recall sitting on the sofa for what must have been an hour - lump hammer still in hand - just staring at the chair. Eventually, about half past six I realised that the morning shift would soon be arriving and, with this in mind (and seeing as it was now quite light) I finally had the courage to move the chair back in to it's proper position. I didn't tell any of my colleagues about my experience - I felt too embarrassed - and I thought they might think I had lost my mind. Soon after though, I began applying for jobs and by June 1995 I was gone. However, over the years it has occurred to me that I really cannot account for the missing time between around 12.15 am and 5am; almost 5 hours. I also cannot explain how I could have possibly stood for 5 hours, in a door way, holding a heavy lump hammer in one hand? I often talk about this to my wife and, strangely, we were chatting about this while sitting in the garden just a few nights ago. I would like to know exactly what happened to me all those years ago and 'why' it happened, but as the years pass I accept that I might never know the truth. 

[A new world]

I'm a bit of an amateur song writer and I wrote this a few years ago. Unfortunately, it's just as (and probably more) relevant now than it was when I wrote it. Hopefully we can live in a 'new world', just not the kind of one the 'elites' have got planned for us.