THE STORM OF GOD E-Book

Jp BB

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Französisch

Seitenzahl: 116

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Whose Coronavirus? evil or good? of God or the Devil? invention of nature or invention of man? In all the countries of the world, everyone believes, that God will help us. But if we get it wrong! and that it was God and himself, and who had sent us this plague? and that, to punish us for our irresponsible and frantic behavior. In this novel, it is this incredible story and that I invite you to discover; the story of my story and the beginning of the Coronavirus, said, Covid-19. A story of a mixture of virus, veterinarian, God and Dog! A very strange journey in the mind of God ... but which one? Coronavirus ... one plague among the others? but is it really the last? ( Warning ! translation from French by the author himself, compression and translation errors are therefore possible )

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WELCOME TO THE ANGER OF GOD CORONAVIRUS THE STORM OF GOD ROMAN by BBjp - The death Is the greatest adventure and the greatest journey That man can do But unfortunately It's the last -

PROLOGUE OF INTRODUCTION AUTHOR'S NOTE Coronavirus doesn't start in China at all? But then ! Not at all ! (I had a good laugh that day) It begins in France, in a small village, 60 km south-east of Paris. It’s where and where a year ago that the wrath and storm of God begins. It’s this incredible story and I’m going to tell you. - My greatest miracle had been destroyed in an instant ... they had destroyed ... my greatest miracle ... So, and to punish them, had I therefore decided to destroy them in turn? I was wondering ... but in this case, how to do it? - My anger was immense ... deaf ... inside ... an erupting volcano, it was waking up inside me. The punishment to go to be exemplary, unheard of since my brother of time, and this, of two thousand years ago, was going to fall on the whole Earth, and to punish the Men of this planet, and which is not really mine. But deep down, this is what I wanted, and this is what will happen, through me and through the wrath of God. The storm was well and truly on its way ... Warning! It was going to shake strongly! Prepare for the worst! Because the love of God and when it passes, is immense and immeasurable, but the anger and justice of God, and when it passes, is just as much, or even much more! An avalanche from the mountain, which pours down and falls on people's heads, that's what it is! Because that's it ... the wrath of God ... that's it ... the Coronavirus. - The wrath of God has no limits and all the weapons of the world can not change anything. So goes God, so goes his love, and so goes his anger too. Huge and flawless, for both of them, but the problem! Are we gone? In the other. From that day, no more obstacle was going to stop it, it was the end or the beginning of a new time on Earth, and I knew it very well ... At the same time ... the end of the world ... and at the same time, the beginning of a new ... My heart rests between the two. So let's go cheerfully. The author *

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THE STORM OF GOD1

CORONAVIRUS, THE STORM OF GOD

TOME I AND TOME II

from BBjp

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CORONAVIRUS - TOME I - PART 1 - INTRODUCTION CHAPTERS

CHAPTER 1 - INTRODUCTION TO CORONAVIRUS

Hello,

I am not at all a religious, but a simple small distributor of villages and hamlets, and who tries to survive, in this unforgiving world.

This book is the testimony of what I experienced, and this, some time before the Coronavirus, the plague, says, COVID-19, and which will result from it, with all the consequences and that this imposes.

I do not feel responsible for what is happening to humanity, because justice always involves a third party and not revenge, that's the truth!

So what is the truth?

The truth makes us live longer and in better conditions, both mental and physical, and that is; what sets it apart; of lying.

The truth does not need to be contradicted, since it is the truth! This is why it annoys us and why we reject it, and it is for this and also, that I wrote this little book, this little novel, it had to be!

But if I wrote this book, it is to testify to this strange voice, that of the field, and which spoke to me of contagion of evil and good.

I don't know where she came from and who she was? But I still wanted to testify ...

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When you have trouble

They will have trouble

When you have the good

They will have good

When you get infected

I would infect them

And when you are healthy

They will be healthy

If you are happy

They will be happy

And if they make you sad

I would make them sad

If they poison you

I would poison them

And if they kill you

I would kill them all

Until the last one

(so, spoke to me, the strange voice of the field)

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CHAPTER 2 - FRANCE

After these hours of glory and being the daughter of the church, France became a country with a religious and secular mixture at the same time; but secularism being a form of belief, which believes, that it does not believe, belief evolves anyway ...

As always and avant-garde in these ideas, France returned today, in the beginning and from what I call, the new state of mind, that is to say, the 5th, there and where there is nothing and precisely! Where and where there is everything…

It’s this adventure, really very crazy and that I’m going to tell you about… that of my entering into the new state of mind, that which will happen, just and at the time of the Coronavirus, and which will inevitably result from it!

A plague? Among many others ?

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Idleness

Is the mother of all vices

But the stress

Is the father of all madness

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CHAPTER 3 - THE BEGINNING

Right now, there is a lot of talk about the Coronavirus; but and in truth, this story does not start at all in China and as many people think! But in France and more specifically, in Île-de-France and south of Seine-et-marne, on the edge of Grand-Est.

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This story, very incredible besides, started from an unscrupulous veterinarian and a very bright wheat field, because it is from there, that all started, in the South-East, and 60 Km from Paris .

It is this story, unimaginable and really very crazy, that I will tell you ... the story of my story ... that ... of the beginning of the Coronavirus.

But if you don't mind, let's not skip the steps, let's start at the beginning, and let's go back to the order of things, that is, the chronology of time.

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CHAPTER 4 - THE CHRONOLOGY OF TIME

Today and for me, time is no longer ... so! Let's put it back up…

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Fall 2019: I'm excruciatingly ill, but it's not there yet and the story of the Coronavirus begins.

Let's go back in time…

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End of May 2019: a strange voice speaks to me, in a bright field! But that is not yet there, and neither is the beginning of the history of the Coronavirus.

Let’s go back in time…

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February 2019: a voice in a dream tells me that I will meet an important young woman.

But this is still not, and still is, the beginning of the history of the Coronavirus.

For the last time ... let's go back in time ...

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September 2018:

It’s in this month that everything will start…

The story of the Coronavirus begins exactly: Tuesday, September 05, 2018 at 12 noon.

Of course and at that time, I did not even know myself, what was a Coronavirus? Because I am not a scholar and made, to survive, door-to-door, and that, for only a few Euros.

But if you want to and again, let's not skip the steps and let's start, on this date: that is to say, September 05, 2018, the day and when the history of Coronavirus, really begins .

Besides, and that day, coincides perfectly, with that of the death of a dog, at an unscrupulous veterinarian in France and in a very small town in the south of Seine-et-Marne (and whose land I was, of course the name)

Me and obviously, by contribution to my great suffering, I knew that it would result from misfortunes, I was convinced! As well in the short term, as in the longer term too, but to that extent! Anyway! I really didn't think it would happen.

So here's the incredible story of the Coronavirus, the story of a freed man under the wrath of God; or perhaps more simply, the story of an angry man under a freed God.

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PART 2 - BEGINNING - 16 months before the Coronavirus.

CHAPTER 5 - 05.09.2018 12 p.m. - LAST DAY OF MY DOG

It may sound stupid and I understand it easily! But it all starts on a weekday, a Tuesday noon to be exact, September 05, 2018 and when I get home from work.

But to understand better, what happened, I put myself in the place of the famous dog, the one who was sacrificed, on the altar of the veterinarian.

And that's what it gives, because everything will go from there! This whole Coronavirus story will flow from that day, I am more than convinced.

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My dog's last day.

(Draw from real history from 05.09.2018 to 06.09.2018)

Hello ! My real name is Lucky la Chance, the only survivor of a sibling who was drowned at birth! But the chance to turn for me and I must tell you this:

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I’m an old dog now, very quiet and alone in my kennel, I don’t bother anyone.

But it wasn’t always like that, and when I was young, I was loved and the children came to caress me; but it’s all over, and I’m left alone, in total indifference and in my little mundane corner.

My old mistress and by necessity, abandoned me ... but I have a golden master now who takes good care of me.

He prepares good meals for me, because the croquettes? I can't take it anymore! But I eat well and I drink well too, all that prepares and with great care, my kind master.

But given my age, I am a little incontinent, and I sometimes pee on me! But my master, he never disputes me, and cleans me by rubbing me, with delicacy.

Sometimes I have minor sores, but I take care of myself over time ... but this summer, it was very hot! And I had a stroke!

I was paralyzed on the one hand, but my good master, helped me to eat and also held me, and this, to take a few steps (he is good, my good master)

Thanks to my good master, my paralyzed brain, on the one hand, to integrate my new walk, which allowed me, moreover, to walk again.

My master, was very happy and happy that I walk again, and this, for the small daily walk ... that see it well! On his face, he was happy.

But every evening and both, we hide to go out! Because an old dog and like me, and in the company of my master, it is not really well seen!

But my master has a partner and they never argue.

But the other day and at midday, and to my surprise! A dispute broke out violently, between my master and his companion.

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She, she said; that it was necessary to sting! And my master said, speaking of me: that I could still live, from six months to a year, or even two!

A year or two and for a dog and as I am? It's good ! For the years are not the same as for my master; but stung! Stung what, by the way? Leeks or beetles, maybe! I did not know what, my master's partner, really wanted to talk about ... but she said: that anyway, she had already made an appointment with the veterinarian for me, and that, the next day.

Veterinarian? A word and that I had heard once or twice in my life ...

Then after, they didn't talk to each other at all, because a real dead silence had settled in my master's house ...

But already and the other day, my master's friends had come and said the same thing! Because they kept repeating,

"FUCKED! PICKED! PICKED! IT MUST BE STITCHED AND STILL STITCHED! "

I thought to myself, it was surely the new fashionable word of love for humans and now, because I was convinced of it!

But the day and the argument, the evening and in the house, my master's guitar strangely this tus ... the piano also and the bird that was my master, no longer sang that evening, and as he had so often in the habit, moreover of doing it…

But my master, took good care of me, and I spent a normal and pleasant evening, like all the other evenings elsewhere, and without realizing anything at all!

Then and the next day, they took me for a drive, something I hadn't done for a long time already! Because I'm too old now, to go frolicking in the woods, like a young dog?

But instead, They didn't take me into the woods, but rather took me to the middle of the city.

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There was a radiant sun that morning and my master, who is a good master, held me with one arm and hid my eyes with his other hand, and that, because of the epilepsy attacks and that I do sometimes, and this, due to the sun.

(my master, knew all my illnesses by heart)