Monday 25 May 2009

JEFFREY ARCHER'S PEERAGE - THE TRUTH

This is something that should have come out long ago. I have been warned not to tell the story as Archer is a nasty man and is not likely to take this lightly. I could go and happily stand in a court of law and state all of this and prove it. The story which I am about to tell you is the truth and I can prove all of it. The story of why he was awarded his peerage is just that, a story. His claims cannot be proven in a court of law or anywhere else. In fact, his claims were shown to be lies in the year 2000 at an investigation in which I took part. Why he still has the peerage in that case remains a mystery to me. In order to explain how it came about I shall have to start at the beginning. It's a bit long winded I'm afraid but I shall cut it down considerably in order not to bore you more than necessary.

For those of you who don't know, Jeffrey Archer is what some may call an author, a peer of the realm and a convicted criminal. His story telling is second to none and that is not his novels I'm talking of. There was one book I know of that was written about him called - Jeffrey Archer, Stranger Than Fiction by Michael Crick. Well worth a read if you want to know more about the truth of what and who he is.

This story of mine, started in 1991 during the first Gulf War. Many people in Britain wanted to send parcels out to the British troops who were in the Gulf. It was costing rather a lot of money to send them and each day on our television screens, people were complaining about it. At this time, I was suffering very badly from nerves and severe depression. It was due to various things in my life which are not important here. What I will say is, none of that has changed. I have just learned how to handle it now and realised it is NOT me who has the problem but them.

Anyway, due to the way I was, I was unable to talk to friends or go out anywhere without having panic attacks. I would get nervous twitches which would make my head jerk uncontrollably, breath very heavily, my heart would pound, I felt everyone was looking at me and judging me and laughing at me, the works. Veeery bad time for me. I remember one day lying on the floor of my dining room in a terrible state and crying and clawing at the floor like a madwoman. I raised my head and called out "God, I have tried so hard to help myself and I just can't do it anymore. I really need you, PLEASE will you help me. I can't do it on my own any longer".

My parents were unaware of how bad I was. My Father was abroad at this time working, my Mother had had a stroke so I couldn't worry her, and both my sisters were living away from here. I was helping Mum as much as I could and getting no help at all with anything else in my life. My circumstances were dire to say the least for certain reasons and were being made worse daily. If my Mother had been well and knew the extent of what was happening she would have gone ballistic and sorted them out. She knew a lot but I kept most hidden for years. If people tell you something long enough you start to believe them. You think they can't all be wrong and you right. I can't say why, but this was not of my own doing but certainly other people's. I had no one to turn to at all and others who did see and know couldn't care less. I tell you this because I want you to realise that the events that followed were not of my doing. They were all done by Divine Intervention. It had to have been as there is no way I as an ordinary woman could have done what you will hear of on her own. I am convinced it was sent to help me. God, working in the way He does, had decided to help me and in doing so would get me to assist Him in a way that would take my mind off myself.

One morning a week after the dining room episode whilst watching breakfast television, I saw these women again complaining about their parcels and I wondered why none of them did anything about it. Not out of the goodness of my heart, but because I was fed up listening to them and seeing them do nothing, I decided to do it for them. I picked up my 'phone and asked directory enquiries for the number of the Ministry of Defence. They gave me several numbers and after making a couple of calls I got through to who I needed to speak to. I'm going to cut this short or it'll take forever, but I got them to agree to take the parcels to the Gulf free of charge if we could get them to them at the base.

I then rang transport companies, got it arranged and then rang a local radio station to tell them how these women could do it as it was now all set up. WRONG! He put me live on air, gave out my phone number and from that second the telephone never stopped. I won't bore you with the details, but from a nervous wreck, I ws now organising parcels around the county. That soon spread within a day or two thanks to the media and then I organised it throughout the country. Not only was it parcels from the family but we had collection points set up in shops and other places where people could donate and then we would make up parcels from the people of the country.

Because of the way it was done, most in the country had no idea it was me organising it all and bringing it together. They thought it was them. That is the way I wanted it. All the logistics remained a mystery to them. I even tried to get someone else to do the interviews so that I could remain anonymous. She was desperate to do it, whereas I wanted to crawl and hide away somewhere. In the South West area they knew because unfortunately my house was surrounded by t.v cameras, radio and newspaper reporters and photographers each day. I was made to do the interviews as they said the other lady couldn't pretend to be me. In the early days I was seen sitting with my elbow on the arm of the chair leaning my head into my hand. It looked so rude and bad mannered, but the reality was I was holding my head still because of the twitches. I was a nervous wreck.

Anyway, all of the operation ran smoothly and problems were soon sorted. One day I received a telephone call from someone who will remain nameless. He informed me to expect a call from Buckingham Palace inviting me to a garden party. He said it would come in the next week. He also informed me that my name was on the honours list and that although he shouldn't tell me, there was no way I wouldn't get whatever it was and he wanted to be the first to congratulate me. This until now has been kept very quiet and even my family don't know of this bit. I am telling it now so that all becomes clear later on because after 17 years I am sick of Archer parading around with his smug look knowing no one will touch him.

I got the call, went to Buckingham Palace and thanks to a letter I received from her about 10 days before we went, was even presented for a second time whilst there to Princess Diana. I then saw the person who had telephoned me. He apologised profusely. When I asked what for he said he was sorry he had told me about the honours list because it hadn't after all happened. He said my name had been taken off the list and none of them could understand why and that it was all being kept very quiet. Luckily, I had forgotten about it and it didn't bother me. Why did I need or want anything anyway. I had achieved what I set out to do and my reward was the greatest I could receive, my nerves were better. All of that had helped me and I realised I WAS a good person and a worthwhile person after all who DID have something to offer others.

Well, that has told you the start. The next part gets to where you will possibly understand where I'm going with this. The first part was necessary though to explain how and why I became involved with part 2 of the story. If I thought Parcels For the Gulf took some organising, the next thing I was to do was enormous. If I had known what lay ahead I wonder if I would have continued? I shall try to update with the next part very soon and hope this isn't all too boring for you. It will, however, for those who read it, help you to understand why I feel the way I do about Archer, John Major and the British Government then and now.

Could all who read this please ask their followers to read it. The more people who learn of this the better. Our media have been made by the Government to keep what is coming next quiet. It was mentioned in Parliament in one of the many debates about us that there may be a D-Notice which means none of this is allowed to be told. Many times over the years I have been filmed at length by national media and interviewed in order that the truth will come out. I informed each of them that they were wasting their time. They thought not and said what I had was dynamite and must be told. It never has been until now. This is one way they cannot stop the story being told if we spread it far and wide amongst our followers. My thanks in advance. 17 years I have waited to have the truth about Archer/Major told.

Thanks for your time, God Bless,

Lorraine.