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 tsunami destruction from the Japan earthquake 2011 that I filmed a few weeks after the disaster.  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 at anytime - your life as you know it can be snatched away in just a few minutes.

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Scifi for the Japanese earthquake, tsunami & nuclear disaster

Why was the footage, shot by NHK (Japan Nation Broadcast station), of the UFO hovering over the Fukushima nuclear power plant never released to the world public?

Why was there never any footage of the number 4 reactor building explosion  released - especially when every TV station in Japan had there cameras on it in broad daylight?

The more I delved into Japanese nuclear disaster, the more I uncovered. In 1985, thousands of people witnessed a UFO hovering over the crippled Chernobyl reactor.  Witnesses reported a crimson beam shone from the UFO over the damaged reactor – subsequently the radiation level dropped by 80% preventing a nuclear explosion and saving Europe from nuclear catastrophe.

These events sound like the setting from Doctor Who or Star Trek. Believe it or not, there actually was a UFO caught on film by NHK, but it was only broadcast on one German media station.  In the weeks leading up to the earthquake there were numerous reports of UFOs over Fukushima, as were there before the earthquakes in Haiti, Chile, NZ and Indonesia. And just out interest Fukushima hosts a UFO museum, which was established after sightings of a UFO on Mt. Sengamori in the early 1970s – the mountain is known as Japan’s Roswell.

Living just 100 kilometers from Fukushima, I witness the cover-ups and the outright lies the Japanese government and the power company propagated to the world. I evacuated straight after the first reactor exploded. I was expecting a mass exodus, but people simply said that the government had reassured them that there was nothing to worry about. I tried to explain to them that the government may say that now, but in a year they will probably say – Whoops! We made a mistake and there was a greater release of radiation than we thought. Well, have a guess what happened? Yes – Whoops!

As a Scifi writer I knew it was my responsibility to write about what happened in Japan and the still ongoing situation.  So the UFO sightings gave me a base from where to start, but I needed more. I needed to show what the people had really gone through. Just weeks after the disaster, I was involved in supply runs to a town that was hit by the tsunami. When I arrive at the town of Otsuchi it looked like the aftermath of Hiroshima – the town had been virtually erased off the face of the earth.  But the people shone like beckons of hope. Even though they had lost everything, they hadn’t lost their dignity or courteousness. After we unloaded the supplies, my wife spontaneously began to sing – everybody stood in awe as her angelic voice rafted through the muddy broken house. When my wife finished a woman went over and hugged her – tears spilled from the woman’s eyes as she sobbed her gratitude. Another day, I went to interview a fisherman who was living in temporary housing. As soon as I arrived his wife put whatever food they had on the table. I tried to explain I was the relief worker but she just laughed it off. When I left I asked if they needed anything. They said they didn’t have toaster. I said that I’d see what I could do.

I met people from all walks of life, fishermen, housewives, school kids, surfers, politicians, shop owners and the elderly. I listened to their tales of tragedy, survival, loss as well as heroism, hope, gratitude, love and their determination. How they’d prevailed against overwhelming odds.

I write about crazy characters and heroes, but the real heroes I found were in the town of Otsuchi and that's where Fukushima, the Secret, a Scifi story based on fact and real people is placed.

Before I left Otsuchi I went back to the fisherman and presented him with a toaster. His gleam of gratitude showed me that us human are special in the universe.

Peace and happiness to all in the cosmos.

Mommy, don't let me die!

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

I few months ago, 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.

Everything in Minamisoma looked normal.  A mother was pushing her baby in a stroller.  A man was out cycling.  Young people were milling around the Seven Eleven.

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.  Best we go indoors."

We had a long talk about how bad nuclear energy was and what the government should be doing.  I won’t bore you with those fruitless words.

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 way!" the wife snapped.

“Calm down!” her husband said.

“What do you mean?' she turned on him.  “People have a right to know what is really happening!"

A tense silence followed.

“She’s right,' her husband said 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.  It’s leaning to the side.  Engineers say it will collapse if there is another 6.5 quake.  The spent fuel pool will drain and catch fire.”

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

“No, if that happ –”

There was a sudden rumble and the ground trembled.  I leapt from my chair and raced to the door.  A jolt of energy hit the house and I stumbled to the side – then it was over.

“About a 5.5,” said the wife calmly.

“Yeah,” I said, staggering back.

“As I was saying,' she continued, 'if the Number Four fuel pool catches fire, no one can survive in the plant for more than a few minutes.  There are six more spent fuel pools.  When their cooling systems fail, they will ignite and make Chernobyl look like a children's picnic.  The entire planet will be poisoned.”

“What are they doing about it?”

“Not much,” her husband said.  “They tell us no one has died.  That's all lies.  People are dying of leukemia, heart disease and lung cancer.  You can see with your own eyes."

That was a challenge.

I agreed to go to a neighbor's house.  It was in darkness.  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.

I'm going back next month 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.

Please tweet or post on Facebook to help the children of Fukushima

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

I few months ago, 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.

Everything in Minamisoma looked normal.  A mother was pushing her baby in a stroller.  A man was out cycling.  Young people were milling around the Seven Eleven.

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.  Best we go indoors."

We had a long talk about how bad nuclear energy was and what the government should be doing.  I won’t bore you with those fruitless words.

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 way!" the wife snapped.

“Calm down!” her husband said.

“What do you mean?' she turned on him.  “People have a right to know what is really happening!"

A tense silence followed.

“She’s right,' her husband said 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.  It’s leaning to the side.  Engineers say it will collapse if there is another 6.5 quake.  The spent fuel pool will drain and catch fire.”

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

“No, if that happ –”

There was a sudden rumble and the ground trembled.  I leapt from my chair and raced to the door.  A jolt of energy hit the house and I stumbled to the side – then it was over.

“About a 5.5,” said the wife calmly.

“Yeah,” I said, staggering back.

“As I was saying,' she continued, 'if the Number Four fuel pool catches fire, no one can survive in the plant for more than a few minutes.  There are six more spent fuel pools.  When their cooling systems fail, they will ignite and make Chernobyl look like a children's picnic.  The entire planet will be poisoned.”

“What are they doing about it?”

“Not much,” her husband said.  “They tell us no one has died.  That's all lies.  People are dying of leukemia, heart disease and lung cancer.  You can see with your own eyes."

That was a challenge.

I agreed to go to a neighbor's house.  It was in darkness.  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.

I'm going back next month 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.

Please tweet or post on Facebook to help the children of Fukushima

Fukushima, Japan. I want to play outside.

“Why has the world abandoned us?” she asked, eyes brimming with tears.

That was the first question the twelve-year old girl asked me when I went back to Fukushima, Japan.

I shrugged my shoulder. “I don’t know why.”

She wiped back her tears. “I used to be able to play in the forests, swim in the rivers and ocean, but I can’t now – they’re too contaminated with radiation.”

I didn’t say anything - couldn’t say anything. I just stared out over the rice paddy – a lush green carpet that stretched into the distant hills. It looked so normal.

“I’m not even allowed to play outside,” she mumbled.

I looked at the girl. Eyes wet with tears that stared out from above the surgical mask she wore constantly to lessen here intake of radiation. I tried to say something, but the words got stuck in my throat.

“Why has the world abandoned us? You adults told us it was safe clean energy – but you lied and now you won’t help us.”

I nodded.

“You lie that everything is okay, but my friends are sick – some have cancer. Why don’t you help us?”

I wanted to say it would be okay, but couldn’t.

“Why do you use such a dangerous energy if you don’t know how to fix it when it breaks?” She paused and a small scarlet stain appeared on her mask.

I stared at the stain. “Are you all right?”

She slid her mask down and a trickle of blood seeped from her nose.

“It sometimes happens,” she said, tearing off a piece of tissue and stuffing it in her nose. “It’s the food.”

“What do you mean?”

“We have to eat and drink contaminated food and water.” She slid the mask back up, her eyes moist with tears.

I went over to the table and took out a clean mask and handed it to her.

“I’m afraid to go outside,” she sobbed.

I helped her change the mask.

She looked into my eyes. “You teach us to share and not to be greedy, to clean up our mess, to help ones in need, but why don’t you help us?”

I stared back in silence.

 “You lie, you always lie to us. You tell us to be kind and to forgive, but you fight war after war. Why do you waste so much money on destruction when so many children around the world are sick and starving?” Why do you pollute our planet with out considering the children who will inherit it? You are all mothers and fathers – don’t you love your children?

“I’m sorry.” Was all I could say.

“I wanted show my children and grandchildren the beautiful beaches, lakes and mountains in Fukushima – take them skiing and hiking. But I can’t. I will never be able to – you have destroyed my beautiful home.” She laid her face in her hands and cried. “You destroyed my home out of greed.”

I put my arm around her, but I couldn't muster any words of comfort – I knew she was right.

“Why are you here?” she whimpered.

“I’ve come to help,” I whispered.

“How?”

“I’ve written a book. I want to tell the world what is happening to you.”

She broke from me and then bowed deeply. “Arigatou gozaimasu. Thank you so much.”

“I returned her bow. “Douitashimashite. You’re welcome.”

I put my arm around her again and she clung to me as if she was too frightened to let go. I wondered why the world had abandoned her and children like her. How can we sleep peacefully knowing we could do something to help?

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