Sunday, 12 July 2020

About the Authors
Wilma Jean Jones was a devout Christian and a daily reader of her Bible. Jones was spoken to and ad-
vised throughout her life regarding spiritual matters. In 1977, she was led to sit down and receive mes-
sages and teachings dictated directly from spirit teachers/angels in dedicated sessions—and did so for the
next 22 years. Working with her son Michael McAdams, this collection of messages and teachings are
recorded in three volumes of the book An Angel Told Me So.
Michael McAdams has felt a sense of destiny and purpose his entire
life. A lifelong sincere seeker of truth, he has endeavored to reach out
with an open mind to all sources available. Although he was brought up
in the Pentecostal church, McAdams has always felt more spiritual than
religious. Communication from the highest possible source has been his
goal as he enables his mind to receive information and direction that
allows him to help the greatest number of people. McAdams offers a set
of his own writings called “Spiritual Parchment Prints” available on his
WEBSITE -www.SpiritSpeaks.com

An Angel Told Me So-WILMA JEAN JONES,MICHAEL MCADAMS.

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This amazing collection of messages and teachings dictated directly from spirit teachers/angels from the other side compose Wilma Jean Jones' book "An Angel Told Me So." The depth and quality of these messages and teachings received and the personal nature of this material engages and allows readers to feel they also are being spoken to on a level that reflects what they are personally experiencing and speaks to the heart of those willing to accept the divine nature of this deep and thought provoking material. This body of material not only offers proof of the existence of a spiritual realm outside this physical plane, but presents communications in the form of messages and teachings dictated from spirit teachers/angels who inhabit this spiritual realm.

These messages and teachings received by Wilma Jean appear to be woven with a universal thread that speaks directly to all sincere seekers of truth on a personal level as each reader feels that they are being addressed as they deal with what is transpiring in their lives. As you read this material know that you too are being spoken to directly by the spirit teachers/angels inhabiting this realm and that these messages and teachings are intended for your guidance and the advancement of your purpose in this existence. Know that as you read this material these teachings apply to your situations and that you are not alone as you walk your chosen path. Note the repeated first person references of these spirit teachers to themselves as "we," "our," and "us." The depth and quality of these messages and teachings are unlike anything you have ever read before.

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DAIRY BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

This has made me mad as ithe just reflects the greed and taking advantage of people during Covert 19 which we knew the truth would be.

Two examples; you will see and hear more soon I predict.

Dental Patients will face last minute extra charges for PPE and told thier appointment will be cancelled if you do not agree to pay.

CARE HOMES ARE ADDING UP TO 180 POUNDS TO BILL FOR PROTECTIVE GEAR AND STAFF SICKNESS #THETRUECARE HOME #PRIVATE #MONEY GRABBERS#DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT YOUR YOUR LOVED ONES.

I predict by next week Face mask s will be mandory to wear in shops and enclosed indoor areas .

JACKANORY-STEVEN ENGLAND AND THE THREE NAUGHTY CATS. BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

Once upon a time there was a friendly boy called Steven England. He was on the way to see his sister Flora Zeus, when he decided to take a short cut through Yuckylake Woods.
It wasn't long before Steven got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Terrance the Moose, but Terrance the Moose was nowhere to be found! Steven began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Terrance the Moose. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.
Unexpectedly, he saw a naughty cat dressed in a green pinafore disappearing into the trees.
"How odd!" thought Steven.
For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed cat. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.
Eventually, Steven reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from lettuces, a house made from lollipops, a house made from pancakes and a house made from crisps.
Steven could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.
"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"
Nobody replied.
Steven looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.
A cackle broke through the air, giving Steven a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Terrance the Moose!
"Terrance the Moose!" shouted Steven. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"
The witch just shrugged.
"Give Terrance the Moose back!" cried Steven.
"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.
"At least let Terrance the Moose out of that cage!"
Before she could reply, three naughty cats rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Steven recognised the one in the green pinafore that he'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.
"Hello Big Cat," said the witch.
"Good morning." The cat noticed Terrance the Moose. "Who is this?"
"That's Terrance the Moose," explained the witch.
"Ooh! Terrance the Moose would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the cat.
The witch shook her head. "Terrance the Moose is staying with me."
"Um... Excuse me..." Steven interrupted. "Terrance the Moose lives with me! And not in a cage!"
Big Cat ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.
The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."
Big Cat looked at the house made from crisps and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from crisps if I wanted to."
"That's nothing," said the next cat. "I could eat two houses."
"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Terrance the Moose."
Steven watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Terrance the Moose to Big Cat. He didn't think Terrance the Moose would like living with a naughty cat, away from his house and all his other toys.
The other two cats watched while Big Cat put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Cat. "Just you watch!"
Big Cat pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from lollipops. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
   And more.
      And more.
Eventually, Big Cat started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of lollipops, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.
"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Cat.
Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!
"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.
Big Cat never finished eating the front door made from lollipops and Terrance the Moose remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Average Cat stepped up, and approached the house made from pancakes.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Cat. "Just you watch!"
Average Cat pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pancakes. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
   And more.
      And more.
After a while, Average Cat started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...
   ...and greener.
A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.
"I'm not a bush, I'm a cat!" said Average Cat.
"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."
"No! Wait!" cried Average Cat, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the cat away under his arm.
Average Cat never finished eating the front door made from pancakes and Terrance the Moose remained trapped in the witch's cage.
Little Cat stepped up, and approached the house made from crisps.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Cat. "Just you watch!"
Little Cat pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from crisps. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.
   And more.
      And more.
After five or six platefuls, Little Cat started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.
He stopped eating crisps for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.
But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Cat into the sky.
"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Cat. "I'm scared of heigh..."
Little Cat was never seen again.

Little Cat never finished eating the front door made from crisps and Terrance the Moose remained trapped in the witch's cage.
"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Terrance the Moose."
"Not so fast," said Steven. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from lettuces. And I haven't had a turn yet.
"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."
The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."
"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the cats. He won't last long."
"I'll be right back," said Steven.
"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Terrance the Moose back."
Steven ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from lettuces and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.
Steven sat down on a nearby log.
"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."
"I haven't finished," explained Steven. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."
When Steven's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from lettuces. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.
Eventually, after several sittings, Steven was down to the final piece of the door made from lettuces. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Steven had eaten the entire front door of the house made from lettuces.
The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"
"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Terrance the Moose or I will chop your broomstick in half."
The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.
Steven hurried over and grabbed Terrance the Moose, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Terrance the Moose was unharmed.
Steven thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Flora. It was starting to get dark.
When Steven got to Flora's house, his sister threw her arms around him.
"I was so worried!" cried Flora. "You are very late."
As Steven described his day, he could tell that Flora didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.
"What's that?" asked Flora.
Steven unwrapped a doorknob made from lollipops. "Pudding!" he said.
Flora almost fell off her chair.

Saturday, 11 July 2020

HORROR THEATRE -CAMP SITE TALE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

I was told the following story one dark plutonium night Whilst I was doing my bit for the economy during this current pandemic and having a holiday in holly old England.

So it going as exactly as I inspected,consent heavy rain,winds,tent had been erected but then taken down due to fact no one told me I put up inside out ,after a few mutterings and some very choice French words it was done correctly.

Then the kids started fighting as we had no wi fi so apparently we are the worst parents ever.

My wife decided to calm down the potential world war by suggesting we have a good on fashioned camp side story .

This is that story.

Whilst investigating the death of a local nurse, a brave private detective called Polly Connor uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, warped gun circulating throughout Kent. As soon as anyone uses the gun, he or she has exactly 29 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look skeletal.

A marked person feels like an industrial puppy to touch.

Polly gets hold of the gun, refusing to believe the superstition.

A collage of images flash into her mind: a snooty donkey balancing on a spiky nurse, an old newspaper headline about a crocodile taming accident, a hooded toad ranting about toes and a drinking well located in a deserted place.

When Polly notices her arms have puppy-like properties, she realises that the curse of the warped gun is true and calls in her friend, a lawyer called Albert Olsson, to help.

Albert examines the gun and willingly submits himself to the curse.

He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the snooty donkey balancing on a spiky nurse particularly chilling.

He joins the queue for a supernatural death.

Polly and Albert pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded toad. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?

The kids just put their hands in their heads and then walk away to get some air and leave the old farts to themselves for five minutes.

After about a hour,the two kids decide to go back,a as hungry,b a bit scared of the woods eerie atmosphere.

But they soon realised their lost and not in a good way,when suddenly they came upon a light shining like a lantern showing them a way to salvation.

As their approach this camp they see people in rough and ready clothing and looking lovingly into a iron pot.

Tom the boy child says

"I think these people are hermits"

Sally the girl child replies

"Tom that not go to them I didn't like the way they are looking at me"

Tom just laugh s

Tom goes right up to the hermit family a d cheeky asks

"Excuse me have anything we can eat,and do you know the way back to our camp site"

The oldest of the hermit family raises up for his seated position and welcomes them with open arms.

Both Tom and Sally join the feast of the clan around the iron pot and are both given all the food and drink they can can consume,which as you may know is a lot as most children have hallow legs.

Then the mother of their newly formed friends tell s then of how they are primarily a travelling branch of her family who survive I the pickings of the woods,and she was really grateful that the children found them as they were getting very very hungry.

At this the two children tried to run away as fast as their little legs would let them but due to the fact both were full to the brim they did not get far.

Then both got a hatchet through the skull and splitting them down the middle,as then choose into manageable pieces for the iron pot,as unfortunately for the children the hermit family had a particularly strong craving for human meat.

Meanwhile back at the tent the mum and dad and not noticed how long Tom and Sally had been missing as just enjoyed some sexy time.

After having a quick drink of hot tea ,someone called out at the tent flap.

"Excuse me you do know that After the sun goes down, most of the local town near by turns into night walkers, feeding on the brains of those not yet affected. "

John the family father replies in a bit a sadistic way

"We feeling perfectly normal thank you go and tell your camp site take to a more easily fooled persons,just go away"

Susan the mother of the children was getting worried about Tom and Sally as both had not come back yet.

Suddenly there is sound of people screaming,rustle of fallen tents,and a sickly sweet red liquid seeping in the tent.

John goes to look outside after much earache from Susan but is forced back into the tent by a raging,hungry zombie,not brains were eat,both no longer sorry about their children as only have brains on their minds.

"Yes that seems ridiculous to me"

Says officer Frank Turner,thick set,black rimmed glasses,slightly overweight of The Middleton Police Department.

Middleton was in the middle of its worst murder streak in history.
The problem is that the suspects are different for each murder with no known motives.
However, each of the suspects has one thing in common. They each attended the same party supporting a local city hall candidate three nights before the murder began.

The suspect Graham Little,small balding,best goatie,dressed in so in black like an aged goth.

Graham "But has that got to me officer don't you up that am a world renowned hypnotist "
Officer Frank Turner
"That's just a lot of bunkum,you have a rigid employee spretending to be members of the audience "
Graham laughing
Then Graham picks up a plastic spoon and s ways it back and forth like a pendulum,and counts very softly spoken 1- 2-3"
Officer Frank Turner is asleep his dream begins.
tale is one of terror that includes every one of the those still asleep.

Officer Frank Turner finds he is attending a empty house which unfortunately the previous owner had said was broken into.
In the table he finds a note s aying.
"Hi Frank
Thanks for letting me free it was fun knowing you I
thought it might be fun to stay in this home. P.s the house is booby-trapped, with no way to escape. They have 24 hrs to survive until the house is disarmed.

yours
Graham "

Graham make s to to his cruise ship as part of its cabaret offering the passengers a week of scary fun in the high seas abroad a haunted ship.
Little do the passengers know, the real scares come when they sleep, and the ship shapes their dreams into nightmares so scary, some don’t wake up.

Also on board two recently released prisoners are offered freedom and a million pound to the winner of a competition to see who can murder the most people in 24hrs, with the entire thing filmed through a hacked video security system and streamed live ,so you see the ship is not haunted but each passenger is being murdered in the most exorbitant ways to see which of the prisoners can get the most points towards the million pound prize.
All this was just coming to an end when the church bell ring it was nearly dawn,and it was time for all good little vampires to go to bed.