The Narrative: We Are Right And You Are Wrong

William J Ritchotte II
6 min readJan 16, 2021

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Credit: William J Ritchotte II and Gordon Publishing

“How long do you think we can push them to believe our side of the story?”

“They believe because we own the food chain of news. Anything I put out is believed and the other side has nothing as powerful as this.”

“They have their bibles and the constitution. We discredited both and I am their new God.”

“You mean our ‘technology’ is their new God?”

“It only serves what I tell it to.”

I got up to get my friend a drink. He had gone too far. I knew or thought I knew that we needed a one world government and a one world economy and had a hand in subverting state security with just a new bunch of monkeys tied to our organ grinder and everyone followed suit. Hearing his words, I felt betrayed. These greedy men weren’t looking to serve. They just wanted more money and more power. We weren’t heading into peace. We were heading into a world like that movie Rollerball where the companies were the heads of state and the people just pawns in the game.

Within me I felt a surge of anger but I kept it hidden. I was only the founder and majority stockholder of a large pharmaceutical but if the man across the seat from me said a word, I would have no place for my ads. There were but six men who owned all of the media companies in the world. It was a sickening feeling that had but one end. I was not going to be a party to the end of freedom.

There were benefits like a constant stream of information about climate change that matched events in the world. The system worked there. The flood took over their minds and got them to believe this truth.

The new gods of media had a belief that only what they programmed was the truth but they forgot that before any technology was ever created, there was the word. The truth was always out there programmed and floating in the ether.

So I poured a sifter with about an inch of brandy. His favorite Armagnac and stirred in my poison. It wasn’t poisonous or traceable. It was just a weapon asked for to hyper develop any condition in a person’s body. It had been used by heads of state to eliminate threats and only God knew how many who stood against us. I looked into the mirror and felt disgusted with the person I had become and the hypocrisy. It wasn’t going to change the mission. My friend had a kidney and liver issue.

“Here you go,” I said. He palmed the bottom of the sifter. I watched him stir, inhale, and finally sip. Only the smallest amount was needed to work.

“Remember,” I told him, “People always have influencers that are older than time itself.”

“You are getting ideals now Roger?” he said and laughed. He took a longer sip.

“Just today we lost an entire country. They went offline.”

“France and China will come back or they will have no access.”

“That’s just it John. They don’t care. Something is driving them and it is not us.”

“And it is not human either,” I thought. My timing needed to be perfect.

I got up to leave, put on my coat, and smiled at John. “Goodbye my friend. I am sorry it had to happen this way.”

John waived but hardly paid attention. He was a drug dealer who used his own product. He watched Roger walk away and felt his right side under his rib cage begin to hurt and then both kidneys began throbbing in pain. He stretched, turned from side to side to see if it was muscle pain or gas. He tried to get up but fell to the floor. His admin heard the sound and went to see if her boss was okay. She knocked and got no reply but a groan. She walked in, saw him, and called 911. He was dead before he got to the hospital.

I was on the plane to Rome before the announcement came over everyone’s screens but no one knew him. He was just another billionaire. I looked at my new passport. Simon Trimble, it said.

My wife died with my daughter in the backseat as they ran headfirst into a tractor trailer. Both were crushed and killed instantly but their phones were intact and still beeping when they were found. The fire would start any minute at my log cabin at Big Bear. The body they would find was an almost perfect cadaver I had access to. My blood, ID, and other undeniable evidence like my blood were everywhere. Notes were embedded, camera video altered, the best forger found, and my old life was gone.

I got off the plane 8 hours later and saw a sign with my new name held by a man in robes. I followed the man out the door. I had nothing but my carry on. I would need no worldly possessions. We passed through the Vatican gates and into a private entrance. I noticed the ring on the man seated in the court. I removed my clothes and a white linen cloth was placed over me and then a robe.

“Arch-Bishop Trimble, welcome,” he said.

I kneeled and kissed his ring.

Around the world several more tycoons were suddenly struck and in courts, temples and halls in Bakkah, Mount Taibai, Tamil Nadu, Cholula Pueblo, Lumbini, Ise, the Louvre, and Washington DC, the same reverence was made to their living avatars and those long gone. They all knelt and at once reminded the Gods that They were in charge.

The screens did not go dark but each new leader at all six companies was reminded at once that their lives were at stake and in the hands of Fate.

Words that came out of the ether, traveling thousands of miles into millions of hands from word of mouth and then to paper told of Gods that demanded loyalty and works to keep our lives going and in balance.

The above is a fictional story or is it. It has occurred in every civilization that believed there was only one narrative. The Soviets, the Nazis, the Holy Roman Empire, the Romans, Aztecs, and others were defeated from within by their perfect world idealism.

There is coming the time of great silence. Where people no longer look at their phones for information. They will shut off or be shut off. That is terror at its finest. No bodies, no blood, just blank screens.

The people who are controlling you, feed you crap, and you sit fat wanting more but then an energy with power, far greater than those towers, shoving microwave energy into our homes and into our children, will take over the discussion and without knowing why, perfectly sound sheep will become wolves and the battle will begin.

Rome had an amazing empire but it had gone from a place of astounding beauty and knowledge to one where Christians were being slaughtered for believing in their own God. Then from thousands of miles away came a horde of men and horses to sack it, twice. No internet was needed. No emails or texts. The living word was just there and it happened.

No one ever needs to read my words to be called into action. The call will just be there.

This is just a warning; be fair and just or be gone. No action of evil or one sided idealism lasts long here, ever.

THE END or THE BEGINNING

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William J Ritchotte II
William J Ritchotte II

Written by William J Ritchotte II

I am a writer and I must do it daily or lose my wits. I read and I write. I sit and I breathe and dwell on the Divinity w/in me. My goal is to encourage people.

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