Little Book: Big Secret part one The Ultimatum

LITTLE BOOK– BIG SECRET

Part One

THE ULTIMATUM

Ross Kelly

Copyright 2011 by Ross Kelly

Smashwords Edition

Foreword

This book was compiled in India in 2006 and edited in 2007. It is a simplified version of a much larger book, Time's Final Rose that was self published in 2003.

Having lived through eleven hard frustrating fruitful and busy years that have elapsed since the extraordinary events described in this book started happening, during which time I spoke to a large number of people, I have reached a number of conclusions about human nature and the way people think.

One of them is that it seems that the education system has taught people how to remember and repeat what they have been taught but it has failed to teach them how to properly apply their own faculty of reason in order to reach their own certain conclusions when given adequate information that should enable them to do precisely that.

Another, as the popularity of books like The Holy Blood and The Holy Grail and the Da Vinci Code novel indicate, is that the majority of people like to be amused by mystery and theories that keep unanswered questions open but have a fear of discovering actual truth that may cause them to have to reconsider the way they think. People do not want to have to question the teachings that they have already accepted as the real truth.

While a mystery remains a mystery, just something to ponder in otherwise idle moments it does not pose a threat to the established beliefs that we like to hold on to in order to feel safe in this insecure world.

We like to feel that we are in charge of our lives despite the fact that things that are out with our individual control happen on a daily basis. Like the threat of Global warming for example, the ice melting in the arctic.

Many people were reluctant to accept that we have a problem until the evidence became so overwhelming that they were forced to concede the fact that they were wrong.

We prefer to cling to comfortable beliefs that enhance our feelings of security rather than facing realities that may put a damper on our thoughts, a shadow over our hopes.

We tend to select the beliefs that we like and reject ideas and even facts that make us feel uncomfortable, as even now some global warming skeptics still do.

We are quite naturally optimists and that is why, as Al Gore puts it, sometimes the truth is inconvenient. It is not easy to be optimistic about global catastrophe so the tendency is not to think too much about it yet it is foolish and dangerous to think that it could never happen.

For some people it already has.

As more people are now beginning to realise, sometimes if we do not face the truth in time to react to it there are consequences that will inevitably be faced to our cost a little later on.

The truth is therefore, however uncomfortable it may feel, our friend. It shows us when to act to avoid unwanted problems.

The truth is wisdom's guide, it is our real helper, it is our helper if we heed it.

The truth becomes our judge when we do not.

Lies on the other hand are not our helper. Lies deny us the wisdom that the heeding of the truth supplies.

Lies are very dangerous things.

Liars are very dangerous people.

I think most people know that and that it is the reason why they do not want to think that they are being lied to or kept in ignorance by their leaders. It is frightening to think that our lives are in the hands of people that we cannot trust people who keep secrets.

Is that why so many people continue trusting them despite the obvious irresponsibility that some of them so blatantly display, because they are afraid that they are liars?

Irresponsibility like not signing up to the Kyoto protocol despite the obvious and ominous truthful disaster signs that show us clearly that sane people would sign up to it.

Melting glaciers,, mega hurricanes, scorching fires, catastrophic floods.

Surely the errant leaders can see those signs too.

Just as surely as we can see that the truth is giving us a signal about the true nature of such people.

Although most people are yet unaware of it another signal has occurred on this planet, one by means of which the truth may help us see.

One that has been hidden from the majority of the members of the human race on purpose, one that must not remain hidden if the truth really is to set us free and save what remains of the life on Earth.

It is a signal much greater than even the ones that Al Gore has been working so hard to help us to appreciate.

It will leave no room for debate, and will end the argument about whether or not life on Earth is in jeopardy.

A signal that was given to our governments that scared them so much they dare not speak of it.

As one of the few other witnesses to the way in which that secret signal was supplied I am morally bound to try to ensure that the people of this world become aware of it because knowledge of what was hidden is the one thing that may save this world when Kyoto and incompetent leadership fail to do so.

Global warming is only a symptom of a much greater problem. It is a sign by which we all may see that something is dangerously wrong with the way we conduct our business on this planet, the way we live our lives.

Before the astonishing way in which that hidden signal happened is revealed to the reader of this book I would like you to consider this question with honesty for a while.

What do you really know about life?

I don’t mean what you think you know because other people taught you what they thought they knew. I mean what do you know that you know?

The reason why I ask is that what you do know almost certainly will not have prepared you for what you are about to learn, or for the proof that you will see.

My partner Elaine and I found out the greater truth, the real big picture, a hard way. We had no choice in what happened just as you have no sensible choice but to accept the fact that it did.

Denial of the fact of it will not negate reality. Wanting it to be untrue because it doesn’t fit the view of life that you have been taught to hold will only add to the insecurity from which you try to hide by that denial. It will put you in great danger. This book was written in the hope that knowledge of the real truth will change the world for the better for everyone and unite the people with a common knowledge.

Knowledge that can no longer be hidden by the greedy liars and the false doctrines of the so called holy men

If it doesn’t succeed there is nothing else that will because the fate of this world is in the hands of the people who hid the truth from you. They hid the true wonder of life and kept you in ignorance about the most important event that has occurred in this world in recent times in order to keep you subservient to them as men of their kind have done to the 'common' people for centuries.

The time has now come when the exposure of that evil by the revealing of the truth really matters to us all.

Unless we take notice of the truth - we will fall.

This book is written in the first person because it is the testament of a witness. Please do not make the error of thinking that it is a book about me.

Ross Kelly.

The Rose

If there was only a single Rose as the whole of creation and that Rose could be seen resting in the centre of the infinity of mind, the beauty of that Rose would be self evident.

If we instead of being created in the form of people existed as the seeing of the rose, the wonder of the nature of God would be known only in the form of the Rose seen from every point of view.

The Rose would be the language and the knowledge. It would take the whole of time to appreciate the beauty of the Rose.

The Rose would be the whole of time.

In the reality that we perceive now there are many Roses but we do not see that each and every one of them is God’s eternal Rose because the Rose is not alone. God’s real Rose is the whole of all.

She is the Rose of life and her petals are the language of our lives.

They are the word. O

Chapter One

As the reader of this modest publication will soon discover, every important thing has it's time just as every person who ever lives has their purpose, though many never know what it is.

This little book has been compiled in the expectation that its remarkable contents will at least help a few to understand.

I say 'at least' because, as you will see, it has the potential to do a great deal more than that.

Real understanding will guide your life so that you may play an active role in helping others to see by it too.

Little Book - Big Secret covers two related subjects that combine to show and prove the real nature of the truth behind our lives.

It also brings to light the fact that there is an active opposition that has been working for centuries to prevent that proof becoming widely known.

This opposition disguises itself as a supporter of the truth; it’s an institutional liar in several guises and protects itself by being a keeper of big secrets.

That liar is a highly organised propaganda and education control network that actively works to keep the majority of the people in bondage to their system by keeping them in a state of ignorance by having them believe false beliefs.

In very recent times the interest and suspicion of 'ordinary' people has been aroused by a little wake up bell that has spread throughout the world and they have started to ask the kind of questions that the opposition don't want them to ask.

That opposition fears that their own secrets and the crimes related to them will come into the open if people poke around and unearth hidden things.

The little nagging bell that I have mentioned is Dan Brown's immensely popular novel, The Da Vinci Code.

That book has upset a lot of people who think it offends them by putting their beliefs into dispute.

As I write this in India the newspapers are full of letters containing comments about the Da Vinci Code film written by enraged Christians who seem to need to deny others the right to free thought or speech while exercising their own God given right to have exactly that.

Those people are not going to like the real truth one little bit at first.

The Vatican's reaction to Mr. Brown's book has been particularly aggressive yet it's writer states that it is a work of fiction, and it is.

It does however contain some hints about some very sensitive factual links that I will come to in good time.

Dan Brown's novel is far from the only book that dares to suggest that Jesus was a man and not God.

Many academic books that are not presented as works of fiction like Holger Kersten's 'Jesus Lived in India' or 'The Jesus Conspiracy' have been best selling titles yet there has been no uproar from the churches about their publication.

When 'The Holy Blood and The Holy Grail' was released it caused a flurry of interest among the kind of people who like the idea of mysteries and like trying to solve them. That book hinted at the idea that Leonardo Da Vinci was connected to the keeping of secrets that he had to conceal in coded form because they were too dangerous to speak about openly, secrets connected to the truth about Jesus that would put the holders of them in danger if the established church discovered who they were. It was the book that first aroused peoples interest in the secret of the village of Renné's Le Château in France and the unexplained events in the life of it's secretive priest Francois Bérenger Saunière. There were no worldwide cries of blasphemy among the general population when it hit the bookshops.

So what makes Dan Brown's novel such a target of the church?

Why are they so afraid of this one? If they really are hiding secrets from the world as his book suggests why are they doing it and what are the secrets?

The real answer to those questions will be revealed to the reader of this book.

The reason for the Vatican's reaction to 'The Da Vinci Code' has something to do with the fact that that book has aroused the interest of a much greater number of people than the academic works ever did and it has caused them to become interested in the subject of the book that Dan Brown based his novel on, the subject being Da Vinci's connection to the Priory De Sion, a secret society reputed to be the guardians of the secret of the real Holy Grail, hidden codes and their connection to Sauniere's lucrative secret.

In doing so Dan Brown's book has prepared the way for the public acceptance of the fact that there really is a Da Vinci Code although it cannot be said that he created it, and there really are people who don't want the world to know that there is.

One name of that code is THE ROSE another is THE ORACLE.

One purpose of this little book is to prove it to the world by demonstrating it.

Before I help you to see what it is, how it works and why it has been kept secret I need to tell you how I came to know about it and why.

While doing so I will show you the second secret.

In 1996 agents working for the British and American governments witnessed, participated in and recorded a sequence of events that were designed by God to give them absolute proof that God exists.

It was done in such a way that they could show that proof to the world if they elected to do so.

The author of this book was also involved in those shockingly crucial happenings.

The whole thing occurred totally automatically, as all things really do, so it was not by my personal merit that it occurred.

I had no idea that it was going to happen until it started in the spring of 1996.

Prior to that time I had been a mussel farmer in Scotland and I was also what people call 'a seeker'.

My role was to help God to supply parts of the proof directly to the British and American governments.

The proofs had been set up in such a way that vital parts of it were received by them long before I was born.

By the time it got into full swing in October 1996 the intelligence agencies had a better idea about the nature of the things that were about to happen than I did. Thank God!

However, having said that, the actual events that occurred must have shocked them to the core even being, as they were, on the receiving end of it.

My own part in it was almost unendurably shocking at times.

Along with the tangible proof that they received they also received an ultimatum given to them in a very startling manner. The spoken message offered them an opportunity to do things in the right way to solve the world's problems before it is too late.

The government agents who received that vital message were advised to tell the world the truth about the things they have been hiding and to implement drastic changes in the way they are governing this world.

Those changes were to end the high level corruption that is currently causing a massive problem for the people of this dying planet Earth.

They were compassionately warned that failure to comply with the voice of God's reason would result in global catastrophe.

Instead of doing the sane and sensible thing they did the opposite and hid the whole thing from the people at the expense of the lives of some very well known figures who found out about it.

At the time that I was used to deliver the ultimatum under very special circumstances in October 1996 they were told that they had three and a half years to set a positive response in motion.

A very special identity proof that God supplied to the intelligence services without my knowledge of it proved beyond all doubt that the message I had been used to give to them was the genuine ultimatum from God.

They were literally shown THE WRITING ON THE WALL.

As their response was a negative one I was led to my proof when their three and half years were up to help me to break their secrecy.

That proof was given to me when I was very cleverly led by God to break the biblical seventh seal and find my own way to the discovery of the real Da Vinci code.

My own way to the discovery of the Ana Code, the real name of the Da Vinci code.

After the initial discovery of the existence of the secret Seven Seal code a small group of people were led to complete the master key that contains the anagram information lines that contain the timed links to recent catastrophe's that prove that they were pre-planned to provide further warning 'hints' to the secretive government liar's who are still concealing the truth from the ordinary people of this dying world.

LITTLE BOOK - BIG SECRET part one, contains the details of the 1996 events and some important things that happened in the years that followed them, part two explains how the Ana Code and the real Holy Grail was given by God. It contains a big demonstration of the proof in the code.

Chapter Two

The Writing on the Wall and God's Ultimatum.

In 1996 the same people who have been hiding the secret of the code that reveals all, hid the most important occurrence in the history of mankind from the world.

It has to do with some very special writing on a wall and a shocking message.

As most people in the Western world probably know the original story that relates to the theme 'the writing on the wall' comes from the biblical book of Daniel and it is generally regarded as an account of something that happened a long time ago rather than a prophecy.

As a result of the publication of the Daniel story in the Old Testament people understand that to see the writing on the wall means that you have realised that the end of something is near. For example in a personal context it could be about your business, your marriage or even your life.

Daniel's connection the writing on the wall was a signal from God to let the king of Babylon know that the time of his rule was coming to an end and Daniel was the man who interpreted the meaning of it for the king.

The thing that the world's people have not been told is that the Daniel story also had another purpose that only came to light relatively recently.

The writing on the wall theme was used to put some real meaning into a potentially 'earth shattering' event that happened in secret eleven years ago in Dublin and London.

That event was witnessed by the writer of this book as a participant in it and also by people working for various intelligence agencies including the British who all knew it was going to happen before I did.

Use of the code mentioned in the note about the first secret helped them to be mentally prepared for it. It taught them a lot about the way things really are so that they had a full understanding of what was happening at the crucial time.

They knew about the code a long time before I did too as you will see a little later.

When the time came for the other proof that they received to be given they already knew that time itself is not organised in the way people generally perceive it to be. They knew in fact that time is a preordained plan that has intelligence behind it and that that intelligence has a bipolar nature.

There was a very important reason for that writing on that wall.

Before I got to know about it the most amazing sequence of events the world may ever get to hear about occurred.

In order to give you some idea of the shocking and beautiful nature of those events I will start by explaining what happened to me as a child in 1963 that caused me to write a very important love letter to a girl named Miriam.

I had no idea then why it had happened; I just knew that the thing that had caused it was astonishing and almost unbearably beautiful. It was an experience of divine love itself.

It happened in this way;

One afternoon during my last year at Billericay junior school as the bell rang to signify the end of the afternoon playground break I realised that I had an urgent problem. I needed to visit the toilet.

Having solved that problem I had to return to my classroom noticeably late.

My classroom was at the far end of the first part of an L shaped corridor.

As I reached the classroom door and started to move the handle to facilitate my entry I was interrupted by the sound of laughter coming from behind me in the shorter corridor that housed the headmasters office.

On turning round to investigate the source of the laughter I witnessed a scene in which a family had brought their children to say goodbye to Mr. Nourish and I heard them say that they were emigrating to another country the name of which I do not recall.

When the headmaster then said goodbye to the girl among the group he addressed her as Miriam and drew my attention to her.

Then it happened.

The 'it' that I am referring to was an event that was to my adolescent mind the most stunningly beautiful erotic shock of all time.

It was an instant thing that happened without thought, a sudden knowledge of the meaning of love itself triggered by my visual connection to the girl. Love that knew no limit to it's beauty, love that told me in a single but eternal flash of understanding the startling truth about the meaning in the sexual difference between a boy and a girl. It was as if my mind broke with the shock of the purity of it.

I knew then that I had seen a very important part of what God is.

As the family turned to leave my last glimpse of Miriam was one of her slim posterior and I fully realised the erotic beauty of the nakedness that lay beneath her clothes.

In a state of absolute shock I had to enter my classroom where I had to try to deal with the almost unendurable wait until the final bell rang allowing me to get out of there and run home to reach the solitude of my bedroom in which I sat alone attempting to deal with my new found unbearably burdensome knowledge and the pain of knowing that Miriam was on her way to a foreign land almost certainly never to be seen again by me.

I did not know how I was going to deal with it. It felt too big for me. I wanted it to go away but I couldn't bear the thought of it actually doing so, it was both the most precious and the most painful discovery that I had ever known something very close to the meaning of life itself, something infinite.

In despair at the unbearable solitude of my shock I wrote a love letter to Miriam the most precious human being that I had at that time ever seen, even knowing as I did that she would never know.

I had no way of knowing then that there was a reason for the production of that letter that surpassed the concepts in my 'wildest' dreams.

I did not share the secret of my love letter with anyone as I knew that nobody would understand the reason why I had written it. Its discovery by another person would have horrified me.

I read it every day in secrecy for about a month by which time the intensity of the experience was beginning to fade and my interest was once again taken up by the mischief inherent in the lives of eleven-year-old children of that time.

Chapter Three

The Poster on another Wall.

It was near to the time of the writing of Miriam's letter that another curious piece of written text was produced by the use of my hand.

One Saturday afternoon in 1963 I went with two friends to shelter from the rain in Billericay station waiting room. We were smoking forbidden cigarettes and trying not to become bored while waiting impatiently for the rain to stop, the weekend was being wasted by the rain and the prospect of returning to school on Monday morning and having another week to wait until the next one added to our mutual feeling of gloom.

For the lack of anything better to do I walked over to look at an old poster in a heavy glass fronted wooden frame that I had known for years was on the waiting room wall but had never actually investigated before, thinking that it was probably a list of railway bylaws.

To my surprise I discovered that it was nothing of the kind.

It was in fact the most nonsensical piece of poetry that I had ever seen and when I read it, it left me with a very strange feeling. There was something disturbingly odd about it.

As I started to mention it to my two friends' one of them noticed that the rain had stopped and so the subject was dropped because there was still the freedom of the remainder of the day to be explored and we left the waiting room and went in search of our next adventure.

During the school week that followed from time to time the memory of the poster kept returning leaving me each time with a nagging unfinished feeling of curiosity.

At the end of that week on the Friday afternoon I decided to make a detour on my way home and make myself a written copy of the rhyme on the poster.

Without mentioning it to my friends when the school finished I set off in a hurry to do so.

I ran because I wanted to make sure that I would not be seen doing it. I did not want to have to explain my action to anyone I just wanted to copy the words on the poster and go home. I remember being in an odd state of mind as I set off down Laindon road toward Billericay high street. A strange feeling of confusing compulsion had come over me. I did not know why my secret little task had taken on such an oddly urgent feeling that seemed out of proportion to the purpose of the jaunt.

It made me feel silly as I didn’t really know why the poem had obsessed me so, yet I could not stop myself from running on.

After passing the Red Lion hotel, the point at which I would normally have turned into Lion Lane to make my way home to Bellvue road I knew that I was going to complete the errand. It was the only way to ensure that I was not bugged by the words on that silly poster for another week.

I wanted to lay its ghost to rest and get on with 'normal' things.

I remember passing the flower shop and seeing my friend Sally, a lovely little brown terrier dog.

I saw her disappointment at the fact that I appeared not to be stopping to greet her with a pat or two to re confirm the mutual knowledge of our love.

I had to stop to make sure that this was done, a little ritual greeting that we both knew always happened when we met. We had a special bond, that dog and I.

Sally was the only interruption that I encountered on my way to the station on that fateful day but I also recall pausing briefly at the junction of Western Road atop the station hill and noticing the Sun low in the afternoon sky, I had the feeling that somehow it was a witness to the thing that I was doing, like an eye that knew the purpose of the day.

I entered the station waiting room with the hope that it would be deserted only to find to my horror that it was not.

There was a girl sitting on a bench in that room.

She was the last girl in the world that I would have wanted to find in there, but I was stuck with it.

I nervously said hello to my classmate Alan Fisher's older sister Marian as I hesitated at the sight of her.

My initial feeling at that unexpected meeting was that I would come back some other time to complete my curious errand and I thought about turning round and leaving.

Then I realised that I would look very stupid doing that and that the girl would feel, quite rightly, that I had left to avoid being alone with her in that room.

It was a very awkward moment for me that I tried to resolve in a dishonest way.

The reason why I felt this way is that my observations of that girl on previous occasions had left me with the conclusion that she was a bit mentally strange. As a result of that conclusion I had always dreaded the prospect of finding myself in a situation like that one, in which I was alone with her.

I tried to solve my problem by stalling for time by pretending that I was looking for something in my school bag on the floor. My back was turned toward her.

I was hoping that she felt as awkward about our unexpected meeting as I did and would take the opportunity I offered her to leave the room.

The reality however is that it didn't quite work out that way. After spending what was becoming an increasingly embarrassing amount of time on my pretence during which I could feel my face growing hotter and therefore visibly redder I stole a glance in her direction to see if she was still watching me.

What I saw was the last thing that I expected to see. Marian, or Marion, was not paying the slightest attention to me. She was sitting with a terrified expression on her face staring directly in front of her as if in the grip of something very close to total panic.

This to me was a confirmation of my suspicion that the girl was mad and on seeing it I no longer cared whether she saw me copy down the rhyme.

I just wanted to do it and get out of there.

I took my rough book (school note book) out of my bag and made a beeline for the poster, relieved to have something to do to take my mind off the problem of the 'crazy girl' and I started to make my hand written copy.

Suddenly poor Marian bolted out of the waiting room in terror and the door slammed after her with a very loud bang.

The relief that flooded me was a welcome feeling that allowed me to slow down and get on with my little task that I completed in a few more minutes before going home. I was in no great hurry to leave because her path home took her the same way that I had to go and I wanted to give her time to get well ahead of me. I had an ominous feeling about the state of the girl but conceded with relief that it had nothing to do with me. How wrong I turned out to be!

The following morning my father came out to me in the road outside our house to tell me that the girls' father had just been on the phone complaining that I had been the cause of his daughter's distress the day before. Mr. Fisher was very angry and obviously thought that I had done something on purpose to upset Marian.

I protested my innocence to my father who I was pleased to note accepted my account of the tale.

I knew that this awkward situation was not yet over because I knew I would be confronted by her brother Alan and his friends, who were also my friends, when I went to school on the following Monday.

My fears about that turned out to be well founded.

On my arrival at school, which I timed so that I would get there as the other children were being herded into class, I noticed more than one unfriendly glance from my classmates.

During the morning lesson period I felt as if the Spanish inquisition was about to be restarted and that I was to be the victim of it. At least half the children in the class were looking in my direction as often as the teacher's lack of attention would allow.

When the dreaded break time came I went out to face the music feeling that I had already been found guilty of a crime I knew I had not committed.

A gang of pushy boys approached me with Alan Fisher in the forefront of the mob.

His first words to me were What were you and your girlfriend doing to my sister at the station on Friday?

I hesitated before replying, because I did not understand what he meant about my girlfriend. I did not discover the shocking answer to that puzzle until October 1996 and what an answer it turned out to be. No wonder that poor girl was terrified.

As my defense argument continued a group of female classmates joined the group of angry people who were listening to my protestations of innocence and when I had finished speaking they volunteered the information that something else had happened at the station on Friday, Janet Goode had seen two communists on the station platform!

Ridiculous though the story seemed to me she had concluded that they must be spies because she had heard the strangers discussing her as if they knew her. She had heard her own name mentioned.

My own private reaction to the rumour was