As a youth, Henry signed up to be a seaman. He was running bananas from the border of Nicaragua and Honduras to Tampa, Florida. Mr. Henry worked at SS Caravelle, an LCI (Landing Craft Infantry) ship from World War II. Eventually he worked as a seaman on a shipping vessel hauling cargo between Tampa, Havana, the Isle of Pines, and Haiti. “We were picking up chicken feed from Haiti,” remembers Mr. Henry.

Mr. Henry’s wife Mrs. Sula, was born in Utila Cays on July 11, 1941 to Henry Rose Suniga and Evelyn Mae Howell. The two met at a dance at Wilson Hotel. “We mostly danced boleros,” remembers Mr. Henry. In 1961, they married. “Every one damn thing is different. They are hard to get along with,” says about the Caytons Mr. Henry.

Mr. Henry learned how to shrimp in Texas in Port Isabel and became a shrimp boat captain in Western Caribbean. “I was the first one to fish [shrimp] out of Puerto Barrios, Guatemala,” says Mr. Henry. “I’ve been a shrimper all my life.” He was also shrimping out of Nicaragua and Louisiana. Back in the Bay Islands, he shrimped out of Mariscos de Bahía in Oak Ridge.

While he was at sea, Mr. Henry and Mrs. Sula communicated via single side band radio. Every day the young captain would call home to Utila to check how things were. The couple had eight children; five chose to live on Utila.

I’ve been a shrimper all my life.

Mr. Henry was the first shrimp captain to open shrimp grounds near Tela and Puerto Castilla. “I shrimped till I lost my eye,” said Mr. Henry. He lost his right eye in a fishing accident while motoring between Utila and Roatan. Mr. Henry took his dory and departed solo for Roatan to take part in a surprise birthday party. He had placed fishing lines trailing in the water, and three miles outside of West End he caught a fish that was hard to handle. After a struggle, a line slipped and bobby from the fishing rod hit Mr. Henry in his right eye. “Utila was so far I thought I was going to bleed to death,” remembers Mr. Henry. “I was bleeding like a hog.”

He was closer to Roatan and decided to just keep going. “I am going carry you to Anthony’s Key, there is a hospital there,” a Roatan fisherman he encountered off West Bay told him. The Good Samaritan towed Mr. Henry’s boat to Sandy Bay and likely saved his life. Since then, Mr. Henry had seven operations on his eye. The accident marked the end of his fishing career.

Utila was so far I thought I was going to bleed to death.

An old parrot and two small dogs keep the couple company. Mr. Henry and Mrs. Sula smile and hug one another as they swing on the porch of their tidy hillside home surrounded by a spotless garden. Mr. Henry feels most proud of “the days we spent together with his wife.”

“The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists. The American mind simply has not come to a realization of the evil which has been introduced into our midst”.  

 ―J. Edgar Hoover. FBI Director 1924-1972 

Honduras’ nine million inhabitants are mostly poor, most don’t have bank accounts, can’t afford smart phones, and don’t even have internet access. The country still functions as an all cash economy and many citizens are self reliant on food. Hondurans haven’t yet learned to be helpless and over reliant on the state to solve their problems.

In other words, Honduras does not belong to the first tier of counties being coerced to enter the technocratic New World Order with its digital passes, social credit score system, digital currencies, mRNA injections and New World religion.

While for decades Honduras was trying to catch up to the US and other developed countries, now that lag might be exactly what will make life here easier and more free than in lock-downed Canada, or as in the USA, arresting nine-year-olds for not having a vax certificate, or report-on-your neighbor for social credit points as in China.
Bay Islands, while much more connected to the world than other parts of Honduras, are still just a department of Honduras. That is what has made the archipelago attractive to a growing trickle of “refugees” from the USA, fleeing surveillance, mandates, passes and restrictions. In other words, seeking freedoms they lost, or they feel they are losing at home.

I recently met an Arizona businessman who purchased several beach front acres here sight unseen discovering about Roatan’s existence, in an internet search in July 2021. “These masks don’t make sense,” said this baby-boomer “refugee.” People like him have already purchased dozens of properties around Roatan and their numbers will just keep growing.

We have been subjected to a two-year-old COVID PSYOP involving propagation of fear, isolation, demoralization, and confusion resulting in increasingly fragmented, frightened, addicted and easily manipulated societies. While most developed countries have been attacked hard, other countries follow their own path.

For example, countries that have been submitted to the “Twitter revolutions” in 2011 like Syria, Yemen and Sudan have mRNA injections rates below 5%. These are countries in a civil war, where fear of a virus is basically irrelevant as people focus on basic day-to-day survival.

Honduras in some ways has played it safe. Several presidents of countries who attempted to defy the imposed narrative of lockdowns and mass mNRA injection campaigns have met a dire end. In June 2020 Burundi’s President Pierre Nkurunziza, 55, mysteriously died. In March 2021 Tanzanian President John Pombe Magufuli, 61, mysteriously died. In July 2021 Haitian president Jovenel Moise, 53, was assassinated in his home.

Despite their leaders being eliminated the populations of these countries continued to defy the war on COVID narrative. Burundi is probably the least mNRA jabbed state on earth with only 3,500 people injected and remaining 12 million doing just fine.
Tanzania, a much bigger African nation of 61 million, has less than 1.5% of its populations fully jabbed.

In the Americas it’s a bit of a different story. Haiti has managed to keep more than 99% of their people mNRA jab free. Guatemalans have the lowest mRNA injection rates (28%) in Central America with second lowest being Honduras with 44% of their population injected with mRNA therapies.

No one will be part of the New World Order unless he carries out an act of worship to Lucifer. No one will enter the New Age unless he receives Luciferian initiation.

―David Spangler, Director of the United Nations Planetary Initiative Project

In order to transition to the New World Order, the current order has to be destroyed. That requires a phase of obliteration and chaos we are currently experiencing. The last such global order restructuring took place during World War II.

The WWII bedlam started with Germany invading Poland in 1939 and ended with the creation of Israel and communist China in 1948-49.
That mayhem lasted for 10 long years and this time around should be no different. While there were many places to wait WWII out peacefully, this time around there will much fewer places of relative refuge.
Perhaps Honduras and its little Bay Islands department will be one of these places, a sort of Humphrey Bogart’s Casablanca of relative calm.

We are yet to witness the severity of the attempt to corral Hondurans into the NWO. While Juan Orlando Hernández, the outgoing Honduran president, is a great friend and follower of globalist Benjamin Netanyahu, we are yet to see how president elect Xiomara Castro will navigate her own agenda under pressures from above.

Unlike what we are repeatedly told, we are not living in a time of a reset as we will not be going back to ‘Mario Brothers’ video game after the restart. When the dust settles, we will be getting a brand new video game. Most places around the world will be likely getting ‘Omikron’ a video game from 1990s where “people are ruled blindly by an ancient supercomputer and a communist dictator with an iron fist who carries out the computer’s orders.”

The primary targets for German navy were oil and petroleum routes from Trinidad, Venezuela and the Dutch islands. Almost as important were the cargo vessels hauling bauxite from Jamaica and the Guyanas to be used in the manufacture of aluminum. Thus the battle of the Caribbean began. After the fall of France in 1940, Germany and Italy based most of their submarine fleet on the island of Martinique. Not wishing to provoke the United States into entering the war, the Axis left the American banana boats alone.

Using the Honduran ports of Puerto Castilla and La Ceiba as supply dumps, Nazi agents began bribing workers from United Fruit and Standard Fruit, into providing the Germans with bootleg diesel siphoned from tractors, field generators, and other equipment. Germans were keen on supplying their mariners with fruit, liquor, beer, water, and other contraband merchandise. These would be surreptitiously loaded onto barges which would rendezvous with the U-boats in between the mainland and the Bay Islands.

Germany and Italy based most
of their submarine fleet

on the island of Martinique.

This illicit commerce ended when US entered the war in December 1941, declaring war on Japan on December 11 Germany and Italy declared war on the US in response. Honduras followed suit and declared war on Germany and Italy on December 12. A blacklist of the 510 documented Germans living in Honduras had been compiled by US intelligence.

These “undesirable aliens” were arrested, and their businesses and properties confiscated. These Germans were taken from their Honduran families and deported to internment camps in Texas. The men were sent to a 22-acre compound called Camp Kennedy and the women and children relocated to another camp called Crystal City.

A total of around 4,500 Germans from all over South and Central America would pass through these camps during the war.
Though many would be repatriated to Germany in exchange for seriously wounded American military personnel, many Honduran Germans would remain until late 1946, after the war’s end, returning to find their homes and businesses in ruins and unable to claim any reparations. To say that the German population of Honduras was inconvenienced during World War II would be a major understatement.

The Paradoxical Consistency of Vain Actions

While most of us have already decided what COVID-19 is and how we trust the narrative that media and governments have given us. Still a few basic questions linger unanswered for almost a year. Our life and destiny on Roatan is directly connected to events happening in US and Europe. With Christmas “cancelled” in greater part of the western world we can at least take a time to reflect on how we got here.

Where is “patient zero” and why is no one asking about him?
The notoriously lying Chinese authorities originally reported that the first Coronavirus case took place on 31 December, 2019 near animal market in Wuhan. At a later one point Wuhan Institute of Virology scientist Huang Yanling was speculated to be patient zero, before she disappeared amidst silence from authorities and media. In every modern epidemic: from Spanish flu to AIDS authorities have found their patient zero, but in case of COVID-19 no one seems to bother looking.

Why did CIA, NSA, etc not tell us how the virus originated so we could sleep better at night? 
It can be a bit frustrating not knowing if the COVID-19 originated in a bat soup, was an accidental release from a Wuhan Institute of Virology, or was spread on purpose. Without knowing the circumstances of the COVID-19 origins we can’t really make any coherent strategies how to prevent appearance of subsequent COVIDS. The two dozen “US security agencies,” that didn’t keep us safe in the first place nor seem to care to keep us free from anxiety.

Why no one did or insisted on cost benefit analysis of “saving lives” versus shutting down business, schools and churches? 
Any sizable business or organization that wants to survive will do a profit-loss analysis before shutting down their operation at a large scale. That is just pure logic. Yet with the exception of Sweden, Belarus, Taiwan and South Dakota vast majority of governments have not done so. Spikes in untreated cancers and heart disease, suicides and drug overdose have outnumbered the deaths from COVID-19. These deaths of misery and neglect occur often not in the “over 60 COVID vulnerable” but amongst the most productive segment of the population: people in their 20s, 30s and 40s.

Why after more than a year can’t the US get a congressional commission to tell us the cause of appearance of COVID-19 and its spread? 
A week after JFK was assassinated Warren Commission was created to prove to the American public that a lone gunman killed the US president. Ten weeks after 9/11 a commission was established that assured the Americans that the al-Qaida hijackers were responsible of flying a commercial airplane into the Pentagon’s accounting office. Now over a year after the COVID-19 outbreak there is no will for establishing a commission to determine who is to blame.

If so many pharmaceutical companies can develop a “great vaccine” in 10 month, why were the same companies taking 10-15 years to develop other vaccines in the first place? 
Developing good, reliable safe vaccines is not easy and takes time. That time is measured in years and sometimes decades and the procedures of creating helpful and profitable vaccines have been worked for over a century. When a dozen pharmaceutical companies in countries from China, Russia and USA develop a COVID-19 in 10 months instead of 10 years mistakes will inevitably be made and will have long lasting consequences.

Whom do I sue when I suffer serious negative consequences of a vaccine? 
After their indemnity deals with many governments the pharmaceutical companies have no interest in providing a safe COVID-19 vaccine. The vaccine manufacturers will not suffer a financial risk when their vaccines will do harm. And yes, practically all vaccines have a percentage of patients with serious side effects.

If there are multiple strains of Coivid-19, do we have to shelter in place another 10 months to have new vaccines developed? 
Flue and COVID viruses mutate – that is their nature. Therefore vaccines for one strain of a virus are useless or at least not very useful for other ones.

Who decided that value of “life at all cost” outweighs “right to live free?” 
In World War II we were told to sacrifice, and die so our families and foreign lands could be free. Seventy millions people died in World War II fighting for freedom. It’s perplexing that only 80 years later we are told we need to sacrifice or basic freedoms – freedom of expression, worship, travel “not to even risk getting exposed” to COVID-19.

Why governments wouldn’t allow or even promote for its citizens to have ample access to spiritual nourishment and churches? 
For millennia churches have adapted to functioning in times of plagues much more deadly than COVID-19: Black Plague, typhus S and Spanish flu. In times of crisis many people become closer to God and rediscover their faith. As a consequence they become stronger, better people. This is not being allowed to happen during the COVID-19 restrictions. “We see heads of nations and religious leaders pandering to this suicide of Western culture and its Christian soul, while the fundamental rights of citizens and believers are denied in the name of a health,” wrote archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò.

Mr. Johnny Returned to Utila to Share the Knowledge he Acquired

Johnny Bodden was born on US Independence Day in 1929, one hundred and twelve days before the Wall Street stock market crash that started the great depression. Mr. Johnny is part of the Silent generation, a cohort of people that worked hard and contributed greatly but were not given the recognition they deserved and were basically overlooked.

He left Utila at 11 years old to go to school on the Honduras mainland. He studied at ‘First Panamanian Instituto de Minas de Oro’ in Yoro, at Zamorano, and then at the United Fruit Company school in La Lima.

Young Bodden’s age was falsified on a document and he was presented to be three years older, just old enough to join the US merchant marine before the end of World War II in 1944. He sailed in the Mediterranean as a mate. He later salvaged ships scattered all around the World after the war, so they could be rebuilt in the US ports. This was a boom time for all kinds of businesses. People had ideas, energy, and optimism.

Everybody seemed to love Johnny Water.

His adventure of traveling around the world began as he sailed all around during and after the war. In 1960s he boarded a Guanaja fishing boat and went out to Colombia’s Quite Seno and Serrano fishing banks. The banks, while claimed by Colombia, were teaming with fish life: gigantic lobster and sharks. As luck would have it Bodden was wounded on a United Fruit Company ship and a nurse took care of him. She was Conchita, a young Honduran with German ancestors. They soon married and started a family.

After 30 years of not visiting the island, he returned to Utila to visit his mother and family. He came back to his island of youth to share his knowledge and show islanders a better way. “I installed the first electric water pump on the island,” remembers Mr. Bodden. It was the time when people were hardy, self sufficient and a bit stubborn. They drank rain water without filtering it, but few got sick.

Mr. Bodden began making water tests to educate Utilans about the pollution of the water they were drinking. He dug a 68 foot well just a few meters from his house in Utila town. That well now is the drinking water for over a thousand Utilans. “Majority of wealthy people-built tanks and cisterns,” says Bodden. But the not so wealthy were always short on water and dependent on often unfiltered water. The business found a strong and needed niche and “Johnny Water” thrived. At the peak of its success his “Johnny Water” bottles were shipped to La Ceiba and Trujillo. Everybody seemed to love Johnny Water and the inspectors from Tegucigalpa and La Ceiba appear on the island once a year to prove that the water is indeed first rate.

Today the main part of the Johnny Water business model is filling, and selling five-gallon jugs of water. A staff of three takes care of that. Robin Vigil has been working at Johnny Water for 16 years, and his coworker Walter Alexander Lopez, has worked at Johnny Water for 13 years. Twice a day they wash and fill 80-100 five-gallon containers with the filtered Johnny’s Water. “The hardness of the water is Key to good, healthy, life giving water,” says Bodden.

The production spikes during Holy Week and holidays, but nothing like it was four or five years ago when Johnny’s Water was producing 200 jugs a day. The competition has gotten fiercer, and many of the fixed costs have climbed up. The plastic bottles and jugs used to pack Johnny Water are imported from Tegucigalpa, and their shipping costs have increased tremendously. So has the competition. There are now four private companies providing drinking water to Utilans. Bushes, Island Springs, and Arches now all make and sell their own ice.

Not all water projects on Utila and Roatan are success stories. The desalination plant funded in 2009 with Honduran tax payer money and financed by the high interest loan of the World Bank only lasted a couple years. “We lend the water to show they were working, “says Mr. Bodden. He remembers the day of inauguration. “When you put wrong people in wrong places it is finished.”

Mr. Nelson Has Wisdom for All Ages

According to family records, Joseph Cromwell Jackson, Nelson’s grandfather and the founder of the Jackson families on Roatan came from Charleston, South Carolina just after the Civil War. One can sense the history looking into the eyes of Mr. Nelson. He is weathered, but nimble and he is full of energy.

At age ten, young Nelson started attending a local one-room school in French Cay run by Mrs. Minor Woods. She used “The Royal Readers” set of schoolbooks to teach the local children basic skills in reading and writing. “Who really taught me how to read and write was Mrs. Ora Webster,” remembers Mr. Nelson. Young Nelson only attended three grades of schooling, but “This is equivalent of what you get at graduation today.”

There were manatees living all over Roatan feeding on turtle grass

While most French Cay people gathered fresh water to drink from rooftops, when there was no rain, they had to walk a kilometer to the gully to fetch water. “We had a lot of hard work we were doing. We were very poor,” Mr. Nelson recalls about life in the 1930s. The only food stuffs brought in from the mainland was rice and people would gather coconuts to sell to La Ceiba where Standard Fruit Company reigned supreme. “We got [US] 60 cents for every 100 coconuts,” he remembers.

The island was full of large mammals: deer and sea cows were all around. There were manatees living all over Roatan feeding on turtle grass. “There was one living around Fantasy Island and another one by Jonesville,” remembers Mr. Nelson. “He nearly turned one boat over.”

In the 1940s there were two houses on the Little French Cay, five on the Big French Cay and five on Roatan proper across from the cays. There were just a handful of families living here: the Jacksons, Johnsons, Dixons, Woods and Lowells. In 1941 Mr. Nelson said goodbye to his older brother Roswell Jackson who enlisted in US navy and went off to fight the Germans in World War II. Young Nelson was too young and stayed behind. He only listened to the stories of his brother’s adventures on the beaches of Normandy.

At 22 Mr. Nelson married Nelly Dixon and devoted his time to farming and raising cattle. The couple had 11 children. In 1961 he went off to work on a tugboat in Jacksonville, Florida. He would go back and forth between his family and US for seven long years. Eventually he came back to Roatan and farmed some more. In 1971 Mr. Nelson picked another contract to run a boat between Palm Beach and the Bahamas.

After returning to the island Mr. Nelson for 33 years worked with Seth Arch at the French harbor dry dock as the dry dock supervisor. Mr. Nelson has a spiritual attitude about his long life. “[I live] with the mercy and the blessing of the Lord. Without Him you couldn’t live,” says Mr. Nelson.

Today Mr. Neslon is a valued family patriarch. He still farms and raises cattle on his French Cay property. He also cultivates banana plants, plantains, watermelon, tomatoes, beans, yams, cassavas, chickens. Mr. Nelson also looks after his 90 foot shrimp fishing boat ‘Cabo II’ and always ready to chat about the past.