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    Just Deserves
    Just Deserves
    Just Deserves
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    Just Deserves

    By William J. Ryan

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    This is a dramatic and often times comedic account of life after death for a lonely man named Ray. Ever wonder what lies beyond death? Do you believe in Heaven and Hell? Come along as Ray encounters a few unsuspecting souls on “The Seventh Tier” and the stairway to life’s final reward.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilliam J. Ryan
    Release dateJul 14, 2018
    ISBN9780463734858
    Just Deserves
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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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      Just Deserves - William J. Ryan

      Just Deserves

      The Seventh Tier

      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

      About William J. Ryan

      Other books by William J. Ryan

      Connect with William J. Ryan

      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

      This is one man’s observations of a person’s struggle between good and evil as he passes from this life into the next. I created this story in the early 1970s, over the years I would add to it in my mind as time would permit. I never put it to paper until a few years ago. It is my personal opinion that religious beliefs change to fit the times. People conveniently reinterpret God’s word and make adjustments as though God was not clear and needs help explaining things. So religion is changed or created anew by the strong in order to take advantage of the weak, but it’s really all about money.

      It is also my belief that you can live a good life without God’s help if you are strong. There are people out there, evil people, who take advantage of the weak so they can control them through religion, enslave them and take their money. It’s all about the money, not about God. If you want to pray to God, that’s fine. If you are weak and need help, that’s fine too, but God should be everywhere, right? Do you need a big building to speak to him? If you should want to help people, ask yourself whether it is your desire to give money to the needy, or give it to the greedy. If you can’t tell, sit on your wallet. Don’t put your blind trust in people just because they say they represent God, most do not.

      Blind faith is what religion demands from you, unquestioning faith, and you are told if you doubt, you will burn. Do you really think God would want that for his people? It’s probably more about the ten percent of your income. So before you jump into some religion and start handing over your money, think!

      Preaching the word of God is a good business.

      Chapter One

      The Landing

      It is the dead of night and an old man named Ray is sound asleep, curled up in a ball at the head of his bed. With the sheets all messy and twisted, he is scrunched up against the headboard. He stirs, slowly turns over and opens his eyes. It’s still dark and the clock sitting on the nightstand tells him it’s a little after four in the morning. Unable to fall back asleep, he gently moves his legs so he doesn’t disturb his dog Spike, but discovers that Spike is not there. He reaches over with his right arm to touch his wife and Marge is not there either.

      He stretches out completely and remembers that Marge and Spike are no longer with him. They died a few years ago. He becomes completely conscious at that moment that he is all alone in the dark. He stares at the empty bed and ponders over what the day will bring. After a time, he gets out of bed, walks into the living room and stares out of the big picture window at the gigantic old oak tree in the front yard. He wonders if the tree is as old as he is. Sometimes he talks to Marge like she is in the room with him and this morning he tells her of his plans for this very special day.

      Today would have been their 54th wedding anniversary and he’s going to visit her grave. By this time, the sun is coming up and he puts on his best suit, slowly, one piece at a time, as his age has crept up to 91 years. Ray is a veteran of WWII and has become a little forgetful of late. On this day he leaves his house without eating anything, forgetting in his excitement.

      Ray’s first stop is a roadside stand to buy flowers for Marge. He gets back in the car and slowly drives the old Buick toward the cemetery, trying to keep his mind on driving.

      You’ve got to pay attention! he says to himself.

      He has been ticketed a few times for driving too slow and he doesn’t want to lose his license, so he has to be really careful. He pulls up to the stop sign, looks to the left and starts to pull out. He then quickly stops the car, because he never looked to the right. Marge always looked to the right, and she would tell him if it was clear or not.

      Marge would say, Don’t go, there’s a car coming. Or, It’s good my way. It took both of them to drive the car.

      So, he looks both ways again and being very careful, pulls out and finally makes it safely to the cemetery. It is a beautiful sunny day with white fluffy clouds dotting the blue sky. ‘They look as if they are made of cotton and floating in the middle of the deep blue sea,’ Ray thought. With a soft breeze blowing against his face, he sits under the tree near Marge’s grave and has a nice long talk with her, telling her he misses her very much. After a while he gets up and drives to the pet cemetery where he sits and talks to Spike, his best friend for years. He stops at another cemetery down the road where his war buddy Ted is buried. They were in Okinawa together, so today he sits and shares military memories with his old friend.

      After a long day, he makes it home, very worn out. He’s had nothing to eat or drink all day and lies down on the bed exhausted, falling into a heavy sleep. Blackness fills the room as the sun goes down and all of his troubles seem to drift away. The sadness, the loneliness, all fade away, and his old bones stop aching.

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