Greetings Patrick,

In our interview a month ago -- TALKING COVID & ORWELL 2020 -- we discussed the parallels between 1984 and Bill Gates' plan to use micro-chipped vaccines to advance the diabolical agenda of the NEW WORLD ORDER -- what Orwell described as BIG BROTHER -- "a dedicated sect doing evil".

You wondered how it could be that Orwell could see the future so clearly -- how could he possibly know or imagine such a world -- was he a prophet or what?

I explained that Orwell, who died at age 46 in 1950, learned of our future by reading ancient writings that were in the British Museum but were suppressed to the general publc by the powers-that-be -- "members of the Brotherhood" -- who own and control the mainstream media, ie "the Ministry of Truth which concerns itself with lies".

Orwell said: "And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence...dropped down the memory hole."

By the time Orwell wrote 1984 in 1948 he was already a legend in his own time -- he was the famed author of ANIMAL FARM -- and a whistle-blowing journalist with regular columns in major and minor magazines and newspapers worldwide. In literary circles (he'd been a screenwriter and radio announcer for the BBC) heads turned in awe when he walked into a cafe on Fleet Street where writers and journalists shared a pint. In Orwell's obituary (because of his affinity for and dedication to the betterment of the lives of the working class) Orwell was described as "the first saint of our age".

Orwell dedicated his life -- through his journalism and books -- to warning we the people about the Conspiracy for World Domination he'd learned about from his own life experiences and from his reading of "the book" in the British Museum.

Orwell knew that the only way he could get the warning out to we the people was to disguise his books as fairy-tale -- ANIMAL FARM -- or fiction -- 1984.

So Orwell disguised himself as WINSTON SMITH, the hero of 1984 -- and disguised his book -- 1984 -- as a secret diary Winston was writing to the future. In 1984 in Oceania -- the Western World -- it was illegal to think or talk or write about BIG BROTHER -- and life was under 100% total surveillance -- every word could be heard and every person could be watched 24 hours a day. Orwell said:

"Nothing is efficient in Oceania except the Thought Police... A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought Police. Even when he is alone he can never be sure that he is alone. Wherever he may be, asleep or awake, working or resting, in his bath or in bed, he can be inspected without warning and without knowing that he is being inspected. Nothing that he does is indifferent. His friendships, his relaxations, his behaviour towards his wife and children, the expression of his face when he is alone, the words he mutters in sleep, even the characteristic movements of his body, are all jealously scrutinized. Not only any actual misdemeanour, but any eccentricity, however small, any change of habits, any nervous mannerism that could possibly be the symptom of an inner struggle, is certain to be detected. He has no freedom of choice in any direction whatever. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull... BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU!"

I'm sure everyone by now is recognizing why Gates and 1984 go together.

And the biggest surveillance tool BIG BROTHER had in its arsenal was "the telescreen" which, in 1984, was like a television screen, as described by Orwell:

"Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading... The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously..."

That is why, during our interview, I didn't want to go on video -- but preferred talking over the phone. I didn't want the telescreen -- my computer monitor -- watching me while I was watching it. And I explained that that is why, when Orwell was writing Winston's diary, he had to hide from the telescreen:

"He went into the living room and sat down at a small table that stood to the left of the telescreen. From the table drawer he took out a penholder, a bottle of ink, and a thick, quarto-sized blank book with a red back and a marbled cover. For some reason the telescreen in the living room was in an unusual position. Instead of being placed, as was normal, in the end wall, where it could command the whole room, it was in the longer wall, opposite the window. To one side of it there was a shallow alcove in which Winston was now sitting, and which, when the flats were built, had probably been intended to hold bookshelves. By sitting in the alcove, and keeping well back, Winston was able to remain outside the range of the telescreen, so far as sight went. He could be heard, of course, but so long as he stayed in his present position he could not be seen. It was partly the unusual geography of the room that had suggested to him the thing that he was now about to do. The thing that he was about to do was open a diary... He dipped the pen into the ink and then faltered for just a second. A tremor had gone through his bowels. To mark the paper was the decisive act."

Now, Patrick, that brings me to why I'm writing you today with an update on our interview about Orwell and Gates. It's because I've noticed another cryptic message from Orwell, ie the date -- April 4.

While doing Orwell work this week -- ie filing away papers I'd compiled while researching for the articles I'd written since the COVID bomb hit during the ides of March -- a newspaper clipping about Bill Gates dropped out. It was a "this day in history" type thing for April 4, 2020 -- and went back to that day in 1975 -- 45 years ago -- when MICROSOFT WAS FOUNDED -- allegedly by Gates in his garage:

The early days of Microsoft -- founded in 1975 by Bill Gates and Paul Allen -- share many of the now-familiar beats of the successful tech startup story. Founded by geeky best friends? Check. Created in a garage? Check. Use a portmanteau (microcomputer and software)? Triple check. That decade, the phrase "personal computer" had just been coined; the devices were complex and assembled at home from kits. But Allen and Gates thought they could build a profitable software company. At first, Microsoft sold software for many devices, but by licensing its MS-DOS system to IBM it became the PC standard, giving uses and developers a common platform and allowing the computer industry to flourish. In 1985, two years after Allen left the company, Microsoft released its first version of Windows. In 1986, the company went public. At 31, Gates became the then-youngest billionaire in the world. The company remains a software giant, with its operating systems and software - Excel, Word, Outlook -- powering corporate offices worldwide. Gates is the world's second-richest man with a net worth of almost US$100-billion, despite a pledge to donate most of this fortune. Gates stepped down from Microsoft's board in March, 2020, to focus on philandering.

When I'd clipped the article from the newspaper on April 4, 2020 the date didn't jump off the page -- but on second reading it did. April 4 is a very significant Orwell date and has been the topic of discussion in many articles on ORWELL TODAY over the years. Most godcidently April 4 is the day Winston began writing his diary exposing BIG BROTHER. And, as we discussed, MICROSOFT is the personification of BIG BROTHER and Gates is a member of BIG BROTHER's BROTHERHOOD -- or as you say, "the boys".

To further decipher Orwell's cryptic message to us -- confirming we're right in our conclusions about Gates -- the time lapse between April 4, 1975 -- when MICROSOFT was founded -- and April 4, 2020 -- is 45 years.

In 1984 Winston was 39 years old (symbolically the year WWII began) which means he was born in 1945. BIG BROTHER -- in 1984 - is cryptic for UNITED NATIONS which was founded in 1945 under the pretext of bringing peace to the world. But, as we know, WAR IS PEACE to BIG BROTHER. And since the UNITED NATIONS founding in 1945 never-ending-war has been waged in its name -- and its agencies -- like the WORLD HEALTH ORGANIZATION -- of which Gates is intricately affiliated -- are firing microbes -- not missiles -- on us now.

Orwell, in describing life in Oceania in 1984, tries to remember what life was like before BIG BROTHER came to power. He remembers that BIG BROTHER started to "revolutionize with force" after an atomic bomb was dropped on Colchester -- symbolically England's oldest recorded town.

"Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. He was a smallish, frail figure, the meagereness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanquine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.

"Winston was struggling to think his way backward into the dim period of his early childhood. It was extraordinarily difficult. Beyond the late 'fifties everything faded. Everything had been different then. Even the names of countries, and their shapes on the map had been different. Airstrip One, for instance, had not been so called in those days: it had been called England or Britain, though London, he felt fairly certain, had always been called London. Winston could not definitely remember a time when his country had not been at war, but it was evident that there had been a fairly long interval of peace during his childhood, because one of his early memories was of an air raid which appeared to take everyone by surprise. Perhaps it was the time when the atomic bomb had fallen on Colchester. It happened when he was eight or nine years old. He did not remember the raid itself, but he did remember his father's hand clutching his own as they hurried down, down, down into someplace deep in the earth, round and round a spiral staircase which rang under his feet and which finally so wearied his legs that he began whimpering and they had to stop and rest. His mother, in her slow, dreamy way, was following a long way behind them. She was carrying his baby sister. Finally they had emerged into a noisy, crowded place which he had realized to be a Tube station."

It was this passage I had in mind when I said to you that our 2020 world changed the day they dropped the COVID BOMB on us six months ago. That was the day the NEW WORLD ORDER began "revolutionaizing with force" in our Oceania. Now we're racking our brains trying to remember what life was like BEFORE COVID. Young children -- those the age Winston was when the Colchester bomb was dropped -- will have a hard time remembering life before BIG BROTHER took over -- a time before they had to wear masks, wash their hands in chemical disinfectant, had swabs stuck down their throat or up their nose, had temperature guns fired at their forehead, had to stay six-feet-apart from people not in their "bubble" and on and on ad nauseaum. Their childood and their humanity is being stolen from them -- they will suffer more than we adults.

To warn us about BIG BROTHER is why Orwell wrote 1984. Here is the dedication Winston wrote in the first entry of his diary on April 4:

"...He wondered again for whom he was writing the diary. For the future, for the past - for an age that might be imaginary. And in front of him there lay not death but annihilation. The diary would be reduced to ashes and himself to vapour. Only the Thought Police would read what he had written, before they wiped it out of existence and out of memory. How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper, could physically survive?

"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote: