The end of humanity?

End of humanity

The corona-virus stolen from Canada in March 2019 was a planned population reduction aim of reducing humanity to 500 million.  Then a quick deal was made. The virus purchased from the weaponry division of the Communist party to Wuhan WuXi AppTec owned by George Soros had a plan to remove Hong Kong protesters.

There then is the issue Soros shorted Chinese stock in August 2019 and accidentally increased the genetic splice receptors to 500 million Chinese males instead of a specified 10 million in Hong Kong.

The Communist party threatening Soros shuts down the stock market, making all his quick sales worthless until the market comes back online.

The transfer with a profit of shorting Hong Kong made someone greedy. And instead of receptors for just one province that had a large portion of Chinese from Hong Kong. Unknowns paid scientists to target those most likely within the communist party.

The release from WuXi labs was much easier than expected. Level 4 in China meant only one airlock, and no one even seemed to change their shoes. Thus, the virus walked out of the lab in September and released in November.

The first notice of the virus came on December 1st, with the death of a person unexpectedly. Now on lockdown, the communist scared to go on the streets. A solution comes from another source, which is funny enough seems to be the very company that produced the stolen virus. Bill Gates foundation antivirus release and purchased large quantities. The significance? Where is the company at? It is in England. The year 2020. Which means V for Vendetta seems to reflect this reality possibility for V comes and changes England in 2038. Is there a spider in your nightmare?

In the meantime, the virus becomes water borne enough to test for sewage in 17 cities throughout the southern part of China.

The quarantine of 400 million comes into effect as deadly outcomes. Are we watching Revelation 6, the plague of death taking out a fourth of the world.

Or is this conspiracy in the US of A real?

Map to Wonderland

Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land. A sort of between Oz and Kathmandu. However, on the Chinese side. Not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean. Few people realize that in England. The reader with the assumption that Alice was English. That small portal or wrap holes or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe, leading to many places in the world and elsewhere. Any ways Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talks with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book. About a place that great Uncle Burton talked about during the night tea. Uncle Burton talked about how he and a madman. That made hats for a living. Once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught. The hat maker in one of Uncle Burton’s many tales. Was given the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his proper name but that he was a hat maker for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by Uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey. There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen? The map that could take people across time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais. Just where had the map come from? Who knows? However, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyais. Had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela. One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tells tales, and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some prominent official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful and sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, with a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go. AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Barton the man was everywhere in the 1800s he lived a charmed life. He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors. Sir Burton was not Sir at this time. He was a young man and I believe he said he was the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton.

I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi and Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet her per Uncle Burton at a brothel. At this time, Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layperson’s terms, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor’s tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Any ways Mr.MacGregor vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannonball had exploded, and when he awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had met the lady who had introduced Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish was spelled out on a mountain claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s were shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor, outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1945 or 1956, depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would describe them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description is that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back, fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton’s eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief, he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood wherever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds, that memories made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening.

Now, running away from them. Burton, MacGregor, a mule handler, and mule came to a posted sign in the middle of the mountains between India and China. They had left their tents and sleeping gear. The mule evidently had some food left on it being unpacked, while one of the mule handlers had gotten wood for the fire.

To say they were not equipped is the correct statement. However, MacGregor had his book and map, which he insisted they check before going a step further. The mule and mule handler would not listen to this and just took the left side of the posted sign and left. The slurping undead were far behind. However, they still could be heard, so a lighted torch was made from some torn material and the map and book consulted.