We live in a world where vital truths have been forgotten. It is a world unlike what we have been told. It is a world with extraterrestrials, secret societies, and hidden agendas. It is a world where deep currents struggle just below the surface. Until now.<br><br>This is a story of one soul, manifest in three people. This is a story of conflicts between masculine and feminine energies, the future and the past, and the rulers and the ruled. This is the story of all of humanity and the one thing that can save it: True Love. <br><br>Can you learn the truth and not lose yourself along the way? Can the elites learn to embrace their working class brothers once again? Can the victims of mind control, persecution and genocide learn to forgive their oppressors? Can we face the reality that we are not, and never have been, alone?<br><br>Will humanity be faced with a dark and disastrous New World Order timeline? Or can we save ourselves and build a future in which we travel the stars as a loving and peaceful people? <br><br>Hearts Beat Strong is the story of us, and how we can and will move into the future.
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B. M. Fischer. Hearts Beat Strong
B.M. Fischer
Chapter I. Gabriel
Chapter II. Henry Joseph Mason
Chapter III. Mary Catherine Wright
Chapter IV. Gabriel
Chapter V. Henry Joseph Mason
Chapter VI. Mary Catherine Wright
Chapter VII. Gabriel
Chapter VIII. Henry Joseph Mason
Chapter IX. Mary Catherine Wright
Chapter X. Henry Joseph Mason
Chapter XI. Mary Catherine Wright
Chapter XII. Henry Joseph Mason
Chapter XIII. Simon
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Hearts Beat Strong
“Fuck God.” My voice sounds out, in the new deeper tones of a seventeen year old kid. What a joke. My father made us go to church when we were little. He stopped at some point; probably when my sister and I began visibly sleeping in the pews during the Sunday sermon.
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I’m not sure if they had been there all along, or just from the beginning of the morning, but on the day we were to finalize our team, the parent supervisors returned. There was a tall observation tower by one of the fields where we practiced. The observation platform at the top of the tower stood high amongst the clouds in the bright, shining sunlight. The parents came down the steps of the tall tower in the sky.
The parent supervisors, those who from the heavens came, were not angry at the state of the league, but rather were understanding. They explained to us that the football league was meant to be fun and good-natured, not extremely competitive and violent. They told us that they were proud of us, even though the league had become a mess. And despite the league deteriorating under my leadership, they told me that I had done a good job also. The players would be much more mature, stronger individuals because of what had happened.
