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The Gold Sphere
The Gold Sphere
The Gold Sphere
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Welcome to another of my oligarchical stories, revealing the covert actions of a completely corrupt government and its henchmen, pulling all the strings in Washington.

The innocent actions of one family trying to do the right thing, reveals the full extent that the C.I.A will go to in order to conceal extraterrestrial activity.

A young teen’s friendship with a damaged metal sphere from another world opens many doors for her as she enters the 5th dimension. However, the governments willingness to arbitrarily murder innocent people to enrich the very few is once more revealed in The Gold Sphere.

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Release dateSep 7, 2018
ISBN9780463148914
The Gold Sphere
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William J. Ryan

I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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    The Gold Sphere - William J. Ryan

    The

    Gold Sphere

    Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

    Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

    Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

    Smashwords Edition License Notes

    This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This book may not be reproduced in part or in whole without the written permission of the author. You may write to William J. Ryan at Post Office Box 666, Dade City, Florida 33526

    If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    All information, theories and any philosophies or hypotheses should be verified by the reader from outside sources before one takes action to protect oneself from any of the impending dooms that are predicted to come within this book. All theories and characters in this book (if any) are fictitious and any resemblance to others or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental unless a true name is used and true quotes are used.

    Table of Contents

    Introduction

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Twenty

    Chapter Twenty One

    Chapter Twenty Two

    Chapter Twenty Three

    Chapter Twenty Four

    About William J. Ryan

    Other books by William J. Ryan

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    From the Author

    From the Author

    I suffer from dyslexia and as I understand it, there are all different types. Reading is very, very hard for me and writing is ten times harder. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I discovered I had dyslexia and began working every day to overcome it. Numbers are the worst for me and they like letters change before my eyes. I will read a sentence and then read it again and get a whole new meaning. Sometimes I have to read the same sentence five or ten times to get the true meaning. I have overcome a great deal to become an author and to bring this story and others to you. I sincerely hope you enjoy this story of the afterlife, W.J.R.

    Introduction

    Welcome to another of my oligarchical stories, revealing the covert actions of a completely corrupt government and its henchmen, pulling all the strings in Washington.

    The innocent actions of one family trying to do the right thing, reveals the full extent that the C.I.A will go to in order to conceal extraterrestrial activity.

    A young teen’s friendship with a damaged metal sphere from another world opens many doors for her as she enters the 5th dimension. However, the governments willingness to arbitrarily murder innocent people to enrich the very few is once more revealed in The Gold Sphere.

    One of many golden spheres found in Sakha, Siberia in Russia

    Chapter One

    Farming in Florida

    Lucas opened his eyes to darkness, the kind where you can’t see your hand in front of your face. He knew instantly the power had gone out,,, again. Trying not to disturb his wife Isabella, he slides out of bed to open the windows of their small trailer in hopes the air outside is moving.

    In the darkness a small voice he knew well softly speaks, Daddy has the power gone off again? It is Olivia, his daughter, wide awake.

    He replies, It looks like it sweetheart. I am going to open the windows and let some of the cooler night air in. You try to go back to sleep.

    From his bed he could hear the springs moaning from Isabella rising. She then struck a match and lit a candle so they all could see. She said said, It is too hot to sleep. Besides it is going to be dawn soon.

    Isabella gets up, walks over and sits at a small table, where Lucas joins her. They spoke in whispers until Olivia joined them, grabbing some homemade tea from their small refrigerator. Their dog Clyde wanted out, so Isabella let him out, quickly closing the door to keep out the mosquitos.

    Then Olivia turned to Lucas, This must be one of the hottest springs I can remember in these parts.

    Her words made Isabella smile, for they reminded her of what Lucas’s mom and dad would say. Born and raised on this farm their entire lives, their needs were simple.

    Lucas agreed as he drank his cool tea with Olivia, One of the warmest on records. We just keep breaking records every year, it seems. Long as we get rain, we will be ok.

    Yea, but then comes the humidity and the cycle starts all over again, said Isabella.

    Turning to Olivia, Lucas replies, It is summertime in Florida and the best part is, we can go swimming the whole year round. Plus we don’t have to shovel the weather here.

    The wall mounted A/C unit started to vibrate as its fan kicked on. Everyone got up and closed the windows. Soon it was tolerable and Isabella started making breakfast.

    Just as they finished eating, a 1955 Chevy pickup pulled in the drive with the morning sun and honked the horn. It was Uncle Ned.

    He yelled out the truck window, Hurry up Lucas,,, we got to get up to the north 40!

    Lucas knew this was important to Ned, because he has been battling the Florida Government Utility Authority (FUGA for short) most of his life. Uncle Ned has taken on these land thieves’ for over 30 years, defending their farm from the government criminals. He needed Lucas to help survey the dam blocking the natural flow of the Withlacoochee River. Lucas looked up to Ned all of his life and thought of him as an American hero.

    The Withlacoochee River in the Green Swamp

    Uncle Ned continues, I want to get this done today, cause I have another meeting with these bastards next week and I want to shove this into their faces,,, again! We are going to get back the land that they stole from us and then flooded.

    The back of their property borders on the Green Swamp. At one time it was filled with all manner of wild life.

    Lucas says, I do love this land Uncle Ned, but I just don’t see the wild life that we once did.

    Man is killing it with his stupid greed for money. This state is paving over 20 acres of land every single day and there is no end to it. More and more people keep coming to Florida each day and this state can’t stop building condos. When was the last time you’ve been to the Florida Everglades? It is becoming pavement, people, cars and stoplights, Ned snapped.

    Lucas knew he is right and that Grandpa would often talk of the times when 301 was just a dirt road and Dade City was so small you had to open a gate to enter. If you didn’t remember to close it behind you, the cattle would get out.

    Dade City, FL. 1885

    Uncle Ned was preparing to do battle with the FGUA once again and needed the survey information to defend himself. Taking on these people was something no one else in the state would do. Not even the neighbors would step up to defend themselves from the evil empire (FUGA) that truly believed they were above the law and could do anything to anyone. Ned was building a case for over a decade and preparing to go in front of a judge.

    Their large working farm had several work stations, but the one at Ned’s doublewide office was the nicest, Lucas thought. Every wall was filled with shelving, stacks of papers and rolled up maps. Lucas thought that Ned was a super hero and so whenever he could, he would give him his time and help.

    That day in the swamp Lucas killed a 6 foot diamondback rattler and they skinned it and cooked it on a fire. Lucas and Ned were very close and whenever he could, Ned would tell him of the FGUA’s latest criminal activity and cover up.

    Lucas knew they stood against them alone, just as they were alone in the swamp up against nature. Only nature was somewhat predictable, in that one can understand eat or be eaten. The FGUA was just breaking the law and stealing land. The greatest fear they had was if something would happen to Ned, all his knowledge would be lost. Who would take up the battle next?

    As they ate their dinner of rattlesnake, Lucas thought of how he would stand up against the FGUA. He understood that if Ned was to disappear, so would all hope of ever reclaiming their land and draining the swamp the FGUA made of it. Fighting the criminals has become a full time goal of Ned’s and it was taking a toll. Lucas could see it in his eyes and face. His hands were showing his age.

    Almost every waking moment in Ned’s life was spent on this goal. He had no friends, no wife and no kids, for his life has become taking on the enemy of man. But the war was about to come to another level, for Ned was soon to bring a lawsuit against the FGUA. He will once more shove their face in the filth they created. The headless beast was about to get its comeuppance and Lucas would do anything to help Ned, the defender of the little people.

    Chapter Two

    Wild Fire

    Thousands of acres aflame

    Fire risk is at an all time high, per the Fire Authority in the state of Florida, so everyone must be careful. The winter and spring was very dry and temperatures are unusually hot. The Green Swamp is the driest it has been in years and will go up like a tinder box with one misstep.

    Every day Lucas and Isabella help remove the dead grass near their trailer and Grandpa’s home. The idea is to turn the ground around them into sand that will not burn. They have learned when the hot embers that will burn get

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