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Something has crystallised in my life and mind this last couple of weeks with a clarity that has irrevocably altered my perceptions of who I am. Just about everything I once thought about myself has been thrown to the four winds and scattered over the Highland moors for the deer to trample on and the grouse to make nests with.

When you grow up, your perceptions of normality are conditioned by who you are - your sense of normality is set against the standard of your own life. I've always known I was different to everyone else, but always simply assumed that was because I was clever and they were not. However, it was something that still gnawed away at me my whole life. Was it me or was it them?

About two years back, I began to suspect that I could perhaps be autistic. I read up on it in various places, checked websites, and although it seemed like a comfortable fit there were boxes I couldn't tick. I am not mentally retarded and don't have any learning difficulties whatsoever. Although all the other boxes were ticked, especially the social and psychological ones, you know, the tantrums (meltdowns), having had over 50 jobs since I left school, can't make relationships work, can't read body language, avoiding eye contact, pushing people away, and wanting to be alone all the time, the boxes that required ticks for being mentally retarded in one or two areas remained unticked. My life came into a sort of blurry focus, but the picture wasn't clear enough for any convincing diagnosis so I dismissed it.

A couple of weeks back, after watching The Accountant, I had another look at things and found some information that has left me somewhat subdued. There is a form of autism known as Asperger's Syndrome. Rather than being mentally retarded in one or two areas, those with Asperger's are mentally accelerated in one or two areas, sometimes to the point of genius. All of a sudden the total mess that has been my whole life all the way back to my childhood came into sharp focus.

On the plus side, it did allow me to piece the bible together and make sense of it so I'm not complaining. Actually, it took two men's lives to piece the huge puzzle together. Victor spent his whole life travelling the world, speaking with great men everywhere, amassing a mountain of pieces which he then dumped in a huge pile on the floor of one of the barns on the family farm. He managed to put in the straight edges and the corners and filled in a few pieces here and there, but he didn't see the big picture and he was missing a lot of pieces. It took me 40 years to learn everything he knew, find the missing pieces and finish the puzzle.

Here is the Accountant spending a day solving the puzzle of Living Robotics financial dealings and piecing it all together.

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Here is me spending 40 years of my life solving the puzzle of the bible and piecing it all together. This is my second working bible. The first one ran out of space for notes and the pages started falling out so I bought a new one and then spent 3 months going through the whole thing page by page transferring important notes to my new bible so I could continue my work.

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To give you an idea of how much work it took, I once read 72 books to research just one chapter of my first book, Walking by the Spirit. I only completed my life's work three years ago with the publication of my third book, Let There be Light, which incidentally was the 40th anniversary of God saving my life in the Gulf of Aqaba at the very spot where Moses parted the Red Sea, and also the 500th Anniversary of Martin Luther nailing his 95 theses to the church door in Wittenberg which event ignited the Reformation. Ben Affleck did a brilliant job with The Accountant, good job bud, you have really helped a lot of us get to grips with Aspergers.

Martin Luther began this work of making sense of the bible, I didn't, so in reality it has taken 500 years and many men's lives to finish the job. Well, now It's done. We owe Martin Luther, a Roman Catholic priest who married a nun, and the Roman Catholics who gave their lives during the Reformation a huge debt we can never repay them. Those Roman Catholic protestors became known as the Protestants. Yes, that's right, all Protestants were at one time Roman Catholics. Mine and Victor's work was only possible because of Martin Luther's vision, prayers, courage and believing, and the Roman Catholic Protestants who gave their lives during the Reformation to see that vision live.

While we're here, all Muslims can trace their religion back to the bible as well, through Ishmael, one of the sons of the man of God Abraham. Muslims should believe Abraham rather than his son by an Egyptian handmaid and put their trust in the bible as Abraham would have wanted them to do. As a matter of fact, all religions and every human being on earth can trace their ancestry and roots back to the bible because we all came from Noah and before that Adam and Eve. It is the devil who corrupts us and divides us through freemasonry and religion so we can be conquered and enslaved.

The puzzle is complete and the bible now makes sense and can be understood. It's all published online in the public domain free of charge to anyone in the world here.

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Now that I've had some time to get to grips with having Aspergers, and my emotions have settled a bit, I've done a little more research. There is a link between autism and vaccines. Do a Google search, of course, and all you will find are results claiming that vaccines causing autism are conspiracy theories. Well, what do you expect Google to tell you, or not tell you as the case may be? There has been a comprehensive world wide cover up here and renowned consultants and doctors who have voiced concerns about the link between vaccines and autism have lost their jobs and their work has quietly been removed from the Internet.

I can't say I blame governments for this. I mean, if they publicly admitted that they experimented with children and vaccines, no parent in their right mind would allow their children to be vaccinated against anything. And let's not mention the civil law suits they would face from people like me who have Aspergers.

Then I asked myself, why me? Why would I be singled out for experimentation with vaccines? To answer that, I needed to dig into a little family history.

This is my grandfather, who died before I was born and who I never met, having lunch with my grandmother and my dad's four brothers out on the moors in the Outer Hebrides while cutting the peats. My dad isn't in this photo because he was the youngest of 5 brothers and 1 sister and hadn't been born yet. My grandfather was the Head Gamekeeper on the Creed Estate over in Lewis, lived in Foresters House in the Castle Grounds, and was reputed to be the strongest man on the island. At one Highland games he was the only man on the island who managed to toss the caber that year.

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Here is my Dad Alasdair (standing 3rd right) with his four brothers Roddy, Calum, Kenny and Cally, with their sister Mary's husband on the far right.

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Now this is where the story begins to get interesting. Kenny served with SOE during WW2. Roddy was parachuted in behind enemy lines and operated with the underground. All the boys served during WW2 in special duties. My father being the youngest was too young to serve in WW2. After the war, Roddy went on to be a Maths teacher at the Nicholson in Stornoway, where he was affectionately known as Roddy Goosy. I believe he was banned from giving the belt because he broke a couple of wrists. He was a strong man too. I remember driving home from the pub in Stornoway in a taxi late one winter's night. There was ice and snow on the road and the back wheel of the taxi slid into the ditch. Roddy put us all out of the car, put his back to the rear bumper, lifted the back axle off the ground, took a few steps to the side and put the wheels back on the road. Let's get one thing very clear here. I may have autism, but I'm damn proud of my family and to be a Maciver from the Western Isles. Anyway, let's get back to the autism.

After the war, my dad joined the RAF and was soon recruited by MI6 because he was a language specialist. He spoke at least 7 languages fluently, including Cantonese Chinese. Not long after I was born, the family moved out to Hong Kong where dad taught Chinese to agents from around the world at CSOS Little Sai Wan. This was the MI6 station on Hong Kong island back in the 1960s.

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Here is me during our first tour, which lasted 3 years.

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When I was 7 years old, the family went out to Hong Kong for a second tour, for four years this time. My childhood was out in Hong Kong, not Scotland. Here is me with my dad enjoying the view across to Kowloon from Wong Nai Chung Gap Road.

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And here is dad enjoying a social night out with other MI6 men and their wives. Next to my dad is Frank Wilks, who my dad was convinced was a communist spy. Frank was our next door neighbour when the family lived at Hannevilla on Stubbs Road. Next to Frank is Mrs Fok, the owner of the Ascot House Hotel near the racecourse.

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And here is me beside the car. Dad had a Holden Special and a Zephyr Zodiac, and I'm not sure which one this is, probably the Zephyr being the 2nd tour.

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And here is my family (dad took the piccie) up The Peak towards the end of the second tour. I must have been around 10 years old or so when this was taken.

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So, why me? Well, I was the perfect candidate for experimentation with vaccines out in Hong Kong back in the 1960s. I don't know how many times I was injected with shite while I was a child. I was injected with all sorts of things including BCGs, cholera, yellow fever, smallpox and God knows what else, including what I believe were experimental enhancement vaccines. This might also explain why my sister Morag went off the rails. Now the government conveniently brushes us under the carpet so no one finds out about the experiments they are doing with kids and vaccines.

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For your information, I should have died in 1977 while sailing up the Gulf of Aqaba. My life is impossible and what I've done is impossible. I didn't know I was autistic. I didn't know there was a reason for my being a manic depressive, or the emotional meltdowns, the tantrums, the social rejections, wanting to be alone all the time, hating to be touched, and everything else. Well, God was there when I asked him for help, and it is because of him I'm here today. I may be the product of experimental government vaccines back in the 1960s, but this little experiment backfired, didn't it. I've done something no one else on planet earth has ever done in the history of the world because I have Aspergers. For the first time since the Patriarchal Administration when the knowledge of how to read and understand God's word written in the stars was lost, that knowledge and understanding is now available again to every person in every country on every continent on earth. Without the experimental vaccines I would not have had the genius level intelligence or a sufficiently narrow field of focus to pull it all together. My work is published online to the public domain, free of charge, to the whole world. Even people in Antarctica can read my work with an internet connection and learn how to read and understand the bible.

In Matthew 24:14 Jesus Christ said to his disciples - And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come.

For this gospel to be preached as a witness to the whole world, it must first be available. I have made the knowledge of the scriptures available to the whole world. The word will come to pass.

The ocean of religion has parted and now anyone is free to leave the religious dungeons of the world and escape to a freedom which will last forever. God did raise the Lord Jesus Christ from the dead and it is in the resurrection that we have eternal life. Eternal life is a reality and it is a free gift which will cost you nothing. Jesus Christ paid the price for you to redeem you from death. If you want it, get reading.

Walking by the Spirit

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Google have stopped celebrating my birthday every year on April 1st. They now call it Fact Checking Day :classic_laugh:  Google should read my books, tell their shithole god Lucifer to go fuck himself, and learn to read the bible.

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