Awesome Japanese song about the Japanese tsunami

This is the awesome song my wife, Toshimi Yagi, just recently produced for the survivors of the Japanese 2011 earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster. The song is about hope and to never give up. She is donating money from purchases to orphans of the disaster. I am also donating any purchases of my books as well. So if you like  the music click on the iTunes link and buy it for one dollar or clink on the books - or if not just enjoy the music!

この曲は私の妻、八木利美が２０１１年に起きた東日本大震災の被災者に苦難に負けず、希望を持ち続けて欲しいという願いを込め作った曲です。この曲の収益金は、被災者、震災孤児に全額寄付されます。私も自分の本を売った収益を寄付します。よろしければ iTunesにて￥２００でこの曲を買う事が出来ます。私の本の方もクリックして頂ければご購入いただけます。- 何はともあれ、曲をお楽しみください！

Cheers

Vindal

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7TxRLe-Es8

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iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/jp/album/niji-rainbow-single/id1086481097?l=en
aded.us
http://www.aded.us/store/p1178/Toshimi_Yagi_Niji_Rainbow.html




This is the video trailer  of the best selling science fiction novel Zeron.

Click on link to watch Zeron video trailer

Blurb for 2084.

In 2084, there is no more freedom and no privacy—the elite know everything you do, say or think. Obey, or be erased from society.

In this dystopian future, the elite control a One World Government. They have implemented a Social Credit Score that controls every aspect of human society—what people can think, how much they can love, how much oxygen they can breathe, where they’re allowed to go, and what they can eat or drink. 

Citizens are paid with positive or negative emotions, and how one is paid depends on their Social Credit Score.

John, a candidate for the Olympic marathon team who is struggling after his father’s suicide, is ordered to train at the elite’s college. The elite despise him, except for Lucy-lay—the daughter of one of the powerful elite, who falls in love with him. 

Alistair, John’s double from a parallel timeline whose society was set free after their acceptance of bitcoin, accidentally observes John’s timeline. He decides to cross over and release a pandemic…

In Japan, an unknown entity, a man crucial in the development of Bitcoin, returns from the dead to discover the elite have hijacked his plans for a utopian society.

The four devise a daring plan to overthrow the elite and take back control of Bitcoin and set humanity on a path to redemption.  But Nicolas, the psychopathic son of the elite’s leader, has other plans.

The time of reckoning comes on the anniversary of one of the world’s most catastrophic events, the same time the elites launched the big lie—the lie that changed everything…



Message to the alternative media.

The primary purpose for writing this book, ‘A Brave New Future, 2084, Bitcoin’, is to alert people to what is really going on in this world. It is to make people question the system under which they live—to start saying ‘NO’ to the system and to begin to understand that humanity needs to elevate itself to another level of consciousness to effectively achieve real change.

I expose the truth about 9/11, and how the elite—a very small part of the world population—control everything: the Ponzi banking system and the role of the central banks, the war on cash, vaccines, the introduction of the Social Credit Score system, GMO, the fake mainstream media and the censorship of the alternative media, the manipulation of the perception of the masses, the worldwide elite paedophile network, Agenda 30 and the introduction of transhumanism, the plans for a One World Government with a One World digital currency, a One World Religion, the rise of Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies, and more.

I wrote this book as a science fiction story with the understanding that it needs to be entertaining as well as thought-provoking to reach a large segment of the population. I have included the book blurb below, but in brief, the story centres on two timelines. The first timeline prospers after the acceptance of Bitcoin. In this timeline, people have experienced a conscious awakening, and society—ruled without government—thrives. However, in the second timeline, people live in a totalitarian nightmare where everyone is microchipped and controlled by the Social Credit Score system connected to AI. People are paid in emotions, and whether you are paid in positive or negative emotions depends on your Social Credit Score.

I have reached out to you, the alternative media, because only you can give this book the exposure it deserves and further alert the masses to what awaits them. I would deeply appreciate your assistance in disseminating this book and helping expose the absolutely corrupt system we live under and the dark totalitarian world that will soon be realised unless the masses stand up and say NO! 

Awesome Japanese song from Toshimi Yagi

This is the awesome song my wife just recently produced for the survivors of the Japanese 2011 earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster. The song is about hope and to never give up. She is donating money from purchases to orphans of the disaster. I am also donating any purchases of my books as well. So if you like  the music click on the iTunes link and buy it for one dollar or clink on the books.

Cheers

vindal


iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/jp/album/niji-rainbow-single/id1086481097?l=en
aded.us http://www.aded.us/store/p1178/Toshimi_Yagi_Niji_Rainbow.html

This is unseen footage I took a few weeks after the tsunami hit the town of Otsuchi, Japan 2011. I have based two book on this area which you may buy from this blog. I hope this reminds people that the life they are used to can be snatched away at anytime in just a few minutes.

This is unseen footage I took a few weeks after the tsunami hit the town of Otsuchi, Japan 2011. I have based two book on this area which you may buy from this blog. I hope this reminds people that the life they are used to can be snatched away at anytime in just a few minutes.

This is unseen video of the 2015 Japanese tsunami I took a few weeks after the disaster in the town of Otsuchi. I have based two books on this area which you may purchase from this blog. I hope this reminds people of what happened and can happen - how your life as you know it can be torn away from you in a few seconds.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas. This is a short video of when my wife and I took very need supplies to the the town of Otsuchi, Japan (the town where the book 'Japan Beyond Tragedy'is based.) a few weeks after the 2011 tsunami. She does something very spontaneous which will bring tears of joy to your eyes.
Have a great Christmas.

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Mommy please don't let me die.

I live just 110 km from the crippled nuclear power station in Japan.

Last summer, I decided to visit the town of Minamisoma, which is about 24 km from the nuclear plant – half the town is a no-go zone.

I left my house early, driving through the paddy fields where the farmers were harvesting the rice – a telltale sign that the unbearable summer heat would soon flee and a much more pleasant autumn would take its place.

I drove through villages that had been evacuated.  The once fertile farmland was now 

lined with blue sacks, filled with radioactive topsoil that had been removed in the naive hope of decontaminating the area.

I visited the house of one of the town politicians.  He had evacuated his wife and two daughters to another prefecture and was living alone.

“How bad is it?” I asked.

“We are living in a nuclear nightmare,” he replied.

“What is the government doing about it?”

He looked at me a long moment and then shrugged. “Not much ... it’s still spewing out 10,000,000Bq of radiation every hour, everyday.  Best we go indoors."

Later he took me to the house of an old couple.  They had prepared a beautiful lunch – fish, rice, salad and fruit.  I thought it rude to ask where it came from – so I didn’t.

After lunch I had a chance to ask a few questions.

“Do you feel the government and Power Company are compensating you adequately?”

“No at all!" the wife snapped.

“Calm down!” her husband said.

“What do you mean?" she said, glaring at him.  “People have a right to know what's really happening!"

A tense silence followed.

“She’s right,' her husband sighed at last.  “We've been abandoned.”

“Worse than that,' his wife added.  "We're being treated like damn guinea pigs!”

“Why don’t you leave?” I asked.

"We've got nowhere to go.  We've lived here all our lives.  We're farmers.  The land is our lifeblood."

“Has the decontamination work been effective?” I asked.

“No!  They take off the topsoil and the wind blows in more.  I've not had a good night’s sleep since the accident.  The power station is just over the hill.  It could release 30 times more radiation than Chernobyl.”

She slid the door open and a hot breeze blew in.

“The Number Four reactor building is badly damaged," she said, pointing in the direction.  "It’s leaning to the side.  Engineers say it will collapse if there is another 6.5 quake.  And then the spent fuel pool will drain and catch fire.”

I felt a sense of panic.  “Are you kidding?”

“No,"

“What are they doing about it?”

“Not much,” her husband said.  "They lie continuously - try to tell us no one has died.  People are dying of leukaemia, heart disease and lung cancer.  60 % of the kids have lumps in their thyroids. I'll show you."

We went to a  neighbour's house.

A couple, in their mid-thirties, bowed politely and ushered me into a small bedroom where their teenage daughter sat next to a bed stroking her younger sister’s bald head.

“Cancer,” said the mother.

I moved closer and saw a frail body – no more than skeleton covered by skin.  Next to her bed was a pencil sketch of hills and flowers – a spring scene I guessed – at the top was written, Mommy Don’t Let Me Die.

“She’s sleeping,” said her sister.

We went back to the living room and sat there.

“I will never get married!” the sister blurted.  “No one will marry a girl from Fukushima!”

No one spoke.

“Even if I get married, I would never have a baby.  I would never put a child through what has happened to my sister.  Why doesn’t anyone do something about it?"

I left Minamisoma at sunset.  The sky was awash with the warm glow of dusk.  The hills were a vibrant green.  The countryside was so beautiful – but toxic with an invisible poison.

I’m back in Australia now – and you know what?

I feel guilty! I feel like I've abandoned the kids of Fukushima.

But yesterday my Christmases wish came true - I received an email saying that the girl who'd had cancer is recovering and is expected to fully recover.

I'm going back in March to see if there is anything I can do.  As an individual, I can't do much.  But individual contributions add up and I'll work on the principle that every little bit helps.

And now I am back in Japan! March 6th. 2014

The Science Fiction thriller about Japan's earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster

I arrived at the Brink Space Station very tired from too much ‘G’ – too much continuous thruster burn. Yes, I am on the run again, but that’s a story for another day.

The Brink is infested with nice types – pirate, thieves, smugglers, whores and whoever else has the guts to dock. Why would anyone come here? The station is old; a donut tube around a mid-shaft – the kind you used to see in the old Japanese SF movies. But what makes this place so hostile is that it orbits a dead planet in a solar system that is being slowly sucked into a black hole.

I head to the bar; a dim, tacky place – smoky with a square counter and two pool tables; walls festooned with alien females of all sorts. I pull up a stool and a pretty young girl dressed in a kimono says. “Want you drink?”

I nod. “A beer.”

“Beer! No! No! No!

I can clearly see that she not all quite there. “A whisky.”

She smiles and then bows. “Right coming up!”

I survey the bar. Two men are mingled around the pool table drinking while three women; whores I guess are lying naked on the table. One of the men hands the other a pouch, snaps his fingers and the two girls jump off the table and follow him out. At the far end of the counter a group of men, can’t tell what solar system they’re from, are engrossed in what I can only guess is Russian roulette.

The pretty young girl brings my whisky back and smiles. “You here are.”

“You okay?” I ask.

“They make me when, they forget something put in,” she replies, smiling.

“Android?”

She shakes her head furiously. “No! Half…half only!”

I smile my understanding, or perhaps it is my sympathy.

“Can I get another god damn drink!” shouts a man.

She bows and goes to serve him.

I pick up my glass and spill it over myself as the gun booms through the bar. “Damn!” I swear. Then the bar erupts with laughter. I look at the man, half his head blown off, lying on the floor. I wipe my pants dry with a napkin and take a long hard swig. It’s then my peripheral vision picks up the man staring at me out of the shadows from the corner of the bar. I take another swig and then stare back at him. His face is familiar, but I can’t place him.

“Prepare for inclusion in twenty seconds,” blares the ship’s intercom.

“Damn!” I curse. I just got here. And whoever came up with the ridiculous name inclusion. Inclusion as they called it is when the orbit of the station scrapes the fringe of the black hole – just for a minute or so. What would happen was anyone’s guess.

Everyone braces themselves. Almost at once the counter begin to shake and the hull groans as if the metal is twisting apart. The room begins to spin and I grip the counter hard to stop myself from falling. Then it stops. I look at the two of men at the end of the counter. Behind them is another dimension, but the taller of the two is in both dimensions. He opens a door; the light splays across the floor. He steps in and a woman in bed rolls back the covers; he begins to undress.

There’s a flash and another dimension appears with the shorter man. He is crouching over a metal box stuffing something into his pockets.

Flash again, and I turn to see the man in the corner rise from the shadows and head for the door. But behind him is another dimension. What I see him do makes a chill run down my spine. Fuck! It almost makes me piss in my pants. Suddenly he stops, I mean the real figure, and glares at me.

The bar begins to spin again and I cling to the counter.

It stops and everyone stands there in silence.

“You did my wife you dirty scum!” shouted the shorter of the men at the end of the bar.

“Fuck you!” said the other man drawing his gun. “You stole from me!” He pulled the trigger and the shorter man’s chest explodes – the man stumbles back a few steps and then crumples to the floor in a pool of scarlet.

Then I realized what’s happened. The inclusion had let every one see into the others’ minds – the parts we try so much to keep secret from others. I draw my gun and swing around – the counter next to me blows to pieces. I dive to the floor shooting wildly in the direction of the attack. The stool next to me erupts into splinters. I roll frantically to the side, lasers exploding around me. I raised my gun and let go hailstorm of lasers, but he is gone – the door swings slowly shut.

I get up and brush myself down.

“Bad he man,” says the young girl, surfacing from behind the counter.

I nod and holster my gun. And then a chill runs down my back. The nuclear power plant in Fukushima. He’s going to –

“Drink one more?” asks the young girl.

I nod.

Just those little dark secrets we all have, the ones we try to conceal even from our loved ones.

To be continued…